#eddie muntion x reader

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The Price of a Kiss - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary - You start trading Eddie little nick knacks for kisses

A/N - Tiiiniest little drabble from my drafts because I feel bad not being able to post any new writing, 1k words

“What’s this?” Eddie’s eyes weren't even looking at the rock you were holding up in front of him, his dark, doe brown eyes were linked to yours, and he wasn’t planning on looking away.

“A rock,” you smiled proudly at him, the small stone glinting softly in the sunlight as you held it up, with tiny streaks of crystal scattering the light and reflecting onto his face.

“I can see it’s a rock sweetheart,” he said as he picked the small rock from your fingers before holding it up to the sunlight and admiring it. “But why?”

“I dunno- I saw it and it looked pretty, I wanted to give it to you,” you wrung your hands together as you spoke and in that moment Eddie knew you had to be the most adorable creature to ever walk this earth-

“So you saved it? Brought it all the way here to me?” Eddie asked you with big eyes, the rock long since pocketed in his black ripped jeans, and you nodded in response to his question, biting your lip ever so slightly.

“Why thank you sweetheart,” his voice was soft as he spoke, and he was close enough that you could hear every slight shift in his voice, every breath and tone change. Eddie’s arm was wrapped around your waist bringing you impossibly close to him. “How could I ever repay you?”

It was painstakingly clear what he wanted, his lips were hovering over yours, almost brushing but just barely not, yet you could still swear you would know what he would taste like when he finally kissed you.

“A kiss perhaps?” your eyebrows raised ever so slightly and you tipped your head to the side, pursing your lips together as you looked at him.

“A fair trade indeed,” Eddie cooed at you softly, his rough hands grabbing your face and cupping it in his hands before he connected your lips together. His lips slightly chapped, but yet they were always softer than you expected, and he kissed you with such gentle care almost as if he was worried about shattering you in his grip.

“There, I think that is reward enough don’t you?” Before you could protest Eddie’s lips had left yours and you could tell he was fighting back the smirk that was nipping at the corner of his mouth. You pouted at him and stood on your tiptoes to try and reach his lips, which easily cracked his facade and his grin broke out over his face.

“Nuh-uh my love, that wasn’t our deal, I’ll suppose you’ll just have to trade me more.”

That was the first time you and Eddie exchanged a trade, and it was only the first of many times. After that you did whatever you could to find things to trade with him. Little knick knacks, a scrunchie, more pretty rocks you would pick up on the walk to his trailer, and once you made him a friendship bracelet that had him peppering your face in kisses.

“You know, I think you might end up collecting all the pebbles in Hawkins if you keep this up,” he once told you just before he gave you your well earned kiss. “I don’t care- if it means you’ll kiss me like that again I’ll do anything.

“Well, do you have something else to trade with me?”

It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t gladly give you as many kisses as you wanted, all you had to do was ask him, and you did. But you still loved the little trades you shared, and you loved finding little things to trade with him.

It almost became a little game to you, find the prettiest rock, the most perfect shell, make him something that you knew he would appreciate for more than just your small deals.

However, what you didn’t know was that Eddie kept everything you traded him, while he would pocket whatever little trinket you had brought him, when he got home, or when you weren’t looking he would slip it into the little box he had started keeping under his bed.

Even the bracelet you made for him, after he had given you your kiss he excitedly asked you to help him tie it around his wrist and after that it became a regular accessory, sitting just below his usual leather cuff. It was almost a little funny seeing the hand braided colourful friendship bracelet tied around his wrist next to the hard and cut black leather, it was such a stark contrast that it shouldn’t make sense yet somehow it did so perfectly.

It was almost like a sense of pride for him, every now and then he would reach under his bed to fumble around for the box, pouring out all the small trinkets onto his bed just to scoop them all up into his hands. Like a goblin would with his gold coins.

And it would lead to the silliest little pieces of conversation between the two of you. Like the time you were sitting on the couch, his hand tangled with yours when you pulled a slightly cracked shell out of your pocket, you didn’t even have to say anything. He simply picked it from your hand and started examining it against the dimmed light in the trailer living room.

“I don’t think this is enough for a kiss my love, my rates have gone up,” his voice was silky smooth as he spoke, and his thumb was on your chin forcing you to part your lips ever so slightly and the softest whine escaped from your lips. “Would you settle for a kiss on the cheek?”

“Everything is so expensive in this economy these days,” you muttered and complained, pouting ever so slightly at him to try and gain some affection in your bargaining.

“Oh but you’re so cute, how am I supposed to resist?” Eddie let the question hang in the air for a moment before he kissed you.

[my-tin-can-mans]

Distractions and Comfort

Eddie Munson X Henderson! Reader

Notes: Oh boy. Enjoy this hurt comfort I whipped up because the guy I like and had been talking to for about a month decided to ghost me :).

Not Beta'd so if you see a mistake, no you didn't.

Warnings: None I don't think? A little angst but not the worst I've written lmao.

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“Eddie!’ Steve yelled coming up to him from the back door of the house that currently held the ongoing party. Eddie had been in his usual spot, out back where he could deal in private when his friends dragged him to the party. Or rather you dragged him. 

Being Dustin’s older sister and also being unfortunate enough to also act as his chauffeur to and from hellfire club, you had gotten to know Eddie. Before that, your friend group consisted of Steve and Robin. Robin was your childhood friend and when you went to work with her at Scoops Ahoy you were first displeased by Steve “the king”’s presence but after enduring torture with him and Robin, you all were very close now. It took a while for the other two to allow Eddie into the friend group but you were anything if not stubborn. 

You liked Eddie, maybe a little too much for a friend. But that was all you were, just friends. You could tell by the way he looked at other girls sometimes. The way he looked at Chrissy. 

That's why for the past month you have been with someone else, trying to distract you from him. Robin had insisted that this was a bad idea, but then again all of Robins's ideas were bad so who was she to talk right? 

Patrick and you had come to the party tonight together. He hadn't officially asked you to be his girlfriend yet which had honestly been a relief to you, but when you caught him kissing another girl from the cheer team it definitely stung a little. He had gone off to get the two of you drinks while you were sitting chatting with Robin, Steve was long gone trying to find a girl while Eddie had headed out back the second all of you had arrived. When you realized Patrick had been gone for longer than a few minutes you went to search for him, finding him in the dark hallway with her pressed against the wall. 

“Hey Eddie man, have you seen Henderson?” Steve now stood directly in front of Eddie and the stranger who was shoving a bag in his pocket before standing up and scurrying away. 

Eddie closed his small lunch box looking up at Steve, “No Steve I haven’t and if you don't mind I'm kinda in the middle of something now?” he gestured to his box. 

Steve rolled his eyes crossing his arms, “she hasn’t been out here has she?” he questioned anyways. 

“Have you met her? You know she doesn’t like this shit. No, she hasn’t been out here. And why are you so worried anyways, she's probably just in some room getting down with Patrick by now. Told me she was sure tonight he was gonna ask her to be his girlfriend.” 

“Yeah, that's the point dipshit she's definitely not with Patrick. Just saw him with some other girl. Hoping I could catch her before she did but I can't find her so I think it's safe to assume she's already seen him too.” 

“Shit shit shit!” Eddie popped up from his seat. Selling his lunch box contents would have to wait another night, “She definitely didn't leave yet  Patrick drove her here, you checked the bathroom yet?” 

“Yeah, the one on the first floor but I figured I come out here before going upstairs.” 

Steve and Eddie bounded up the stairs of the house finding the door to the bathroom locked and knocked. 

“Occupied,”  your voice called out on the other end, small and broken. They shared a look with each other. 

“Princess its us open up,” Eddie spoke up. Silence. 

They looked at each other again worried for you, but Steve being impatient yelled out, “Alright look open the door, or I’m breaking it down and blaming it on you.” 

The door opened to reveal you standing there head down trying to hide your puffy eyes and red nose. “Oh sweetheart,” Eddie said to you as they both pushed their way in closing the door behind them. 

“I don’t understand,” you said back hitting the wall and sliding down, “What is it about me that men don’t want, am I really that unlovable?” you questioned. 

Steve squatted down in front of you while Eddie pressed himself up against your side. 

“No no, it's not that, you're great really. Patrick is just a dick Okay? He thinks he’s the shit because he's a basketball player and had some popularity, I should know I used to be one of those dicks.” 

“Yeah, you were too good for him anyways.” Eddie added, “he wouldn’t know what to do with you if he tried.” he spoke, bringing his hand up to your face and wiping the tear rolling down your cheek. 

“If im too good for him then why am I the one crying in a bathroom while he’s with some other girl.” 

“Because he's a dumbass,” Steve blurted out. 

“Yeah any guy would be lucky to call you theirs, your the most gorgeous girl in school, and im not just saying that, not only that but your smarter and funnier than all those other cheerleaders. Sweetheart have you seen the way guys look at you when we walk down the hallway, they practically gawk.” 

“Well they're gawking at you, but it's also probably partly because you're with the school freak,” Steve spoke. Eddie flicked him, “sorry, just came out.” 

You gave a half-hearted laugh at their banter. No matter how close they had become friends because of you, they still bickered. 

“Come on sweetheart let's get you home okay?” Eddie said standing up, holding out a hand for you as well. 

“I don’t want to go home, Dustin’s just gonna make fun of me all weekend for sulking.” you pouted on the floor. 

“I’d invite you to mine but my dad's home and he's probably just as unpleasant as Dustin, no definitely more and that means a lot coming from me.” 

“Mine it is then.” Eddie replied, “come on my uncle wont be home till the morning, plus he loves having you around anyways, says you’re a good influence.” he gave you a little smirk and picked you up off the ground. 

As the three of you walked through the crowded house to the front entrance you happened to also catch Robin along the way, Eddie kept walking by your side while Steve hung back to fill Robin in on what happened. Once you were in Steve's car, you sat in the back with Eddie, Robin taking a front seat and filling the silence with whatever word vomit that came to her mind. 

It was mostly about Patrick, telling you how one time she saw im pick his nose in class so he wasn't a suitable match anyways. You zoned everything out though, in favor of leaning your head against the window and watching the shadowed night pass through the trees. 

A warm hand touching your thigh made you jump out of your trance, looking over to see Eddie already looking at you. He moved closer wrapping his arm around you while keeping his other hand rubbing small comforting circles on your lower thigh. 

Eddie had always been a touchy person, it was just how your friendship was. So this wasn’t a new sight. In fact, it was very familiar and made you feel a little at peace with the ending of the night. 

After a few minutes, Steve had pulled into the trailer park letting you and Eddie out. Before you could get too far though he rolled his window down, “Henderson!” he yelled causing you to whip your head around, “you sure you don't want us to stay too?” 

“Nah that's alright Steve, besides, it might get a little stuffy in here with all of us,” you giggled. 

Once inside the trailer, you and Eddie went straight to his room, borrowing an oversized shirt from him in favor of you dress you had worn to the party. It was a shame you thought, you and Robin had gone shopping specifically for this night when you saw that dress you instantly fell in love, and it looked good on you too. Patrick hadn't even told you that you looked good tonight when he picked you up. That should have been enough right there to know he didn’t really give a shit. 

“Okay,” you said to Eddie after pulling his shirt over your head, “you can turn back around.” 

When he turned around he smiled upon looking at you, it wasn’t uncommon for you to spend the night here, borrowing a shirt from him every once in a while when it was unexpected and you didn't have a change of clothes. You loved Dustin, but he was gone to his friends a lot and your mother and you didn’t get along well, Dustin was her golden child, you were just there most of the time. 

“It’s shame, that dress you picked out did look good, had to waste your first time wearing it on the shitty Patrick.” 

“You, Eddie Munson noticed a bought a new dress.” you scoffed in disbelief, Robin had to of told him your plan before the night. 

“Of course I noticed, Jesus Henderson did you listen to what I said in the bathroom at all?” Eddie said flopping onto his bed, “I meant it you're gorgeous, and that dress certainly showed that off, although I will say ive always favored seeing you in my shirt.” 

You scoffed at him again, heading towards his bed to lay down as well. Eddie always flirted with you a little bit, but he did the same with Robin, hell even sometimes Steve was on the receiving end of it. But this was different. His words had started to make you blush. Calling you gorgeous was never in his vocabulary before and it made your heart ache. 

The whole reason you had got with Patrick was to distract you from your feelings for Eddie and it had been successful up until now. 

Now you were alone with Eddie, definitely not with Patrick and he was now calling you gorgeous, saying he preferred you in his clothes. It made you realize the whole reason this whole night had gone down the gutters was that you wanted to get with someone so that when Eddie finally got the balls to ask Chrissy out, which you could tell he wanted to by the way he looked at her, you might not feel as bad. 

“Bet you think Chrissy would look good in your clothes too yeah?” you mumbled, laying down facing away from him so he couldn’t see your hurt face. 

“ ‘scuse me?” he asked. “Henderson what the hell are you talking about.” 

“Oh come on, Munson,” you said, trying to turn your voice into a teasing tone when it felt like you were about to start crying all over again. “You look at her like she hung the moon and you haven’t even talked to her.” 

“I do NOT look at her like that, are you out of your damn mind! She’s dating the enemy Henderson wake up!” he laughed and shook you, causing you to let out a small giggle. “I look at her like that because she used to be so nice, and now she's with Jason. That reminds me I never got to scold you for dating one of those jerks. What the hell were you thinking anyway?” he jokes at you. 

“I don’t know what the hell I was thinking Eddie, guess I just needed a distraction.” you rolled onto your back, looking at him propped up on his elbow looking down at you with a confused expression on his face. 

“Distraction, a distraction from what?” he questioned you. 

You sighed. This was your chance, if he truly didn't have feelings for Chrissy you might as well confess yours, you’d already been hurt once tonight, why not go for another round, “a distraction from you, Eddie. I really like you, more than just friends, and it hurt me to think you might have had a thing for her instead.” 

His eyebrows rose at your confession, you covered your face with your arms not being able to bare the silence of him. 

“Henderson im gonna ask you this again, what the hell were you thinking,” he said, but this time it wasn't in a joking manner. His voice was softer than usual, quiet too. “I’ve had feelings for you ever since I saw you sitting on the hood of your car picking up that brat you call a brother for the first time.” while he spoke he also slowly started to lower to arms from your face, by the time he was finished you were both looking at each other. 

Eddie leaned down hovering above you now. Lips almost brushing but not enough to feel anything. “Can I kiss you?” he asked. 

“Please,” you whispered, closing the short distance. 

Eddie’s lips moved against yours in a feverish manner, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek in the palm of his hand. Eddie deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth, drawing out a moan from you. “Fuck” he breathed as he pulled away after a few moments. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” 

“I could say the same.” 

He pressed his head in the crook of your neck, peppering it with little kisses, hand moving down to your waist to rub small little circles on top of his shirt. 

“Come on sweetheart it's getting late,” he said coming up to face you again and giving you another small kiss, “wanna hold you for the night.” 

Eddie moved to turn off his bedside lamp returning to his position on the bed and pulling you into his chest. You doze off into a peaceful sleep, although you weren't with whom you had planned laying next to tonight, you were much more satisfied.

[spiderrrling]

Please don't go - Eddie Munson x F! Reader 18+

Summary - After a night with your boyfriend he is reluctant to let you leave, so he has other methods for getting you to stay

Warnings - male masturbation, dirty talk to the max, kissing, hickeys, piv sex, mentions of eating out, crying, not proofread, smoking

Word Count - 3.1k

A/N - Yes its inspired by that scene from Make Up

Masterlist - Taglist - 18+ Taglist - Requests are open

All parties are 18+ and consenting, minors do not engage!

Comments, feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

Eddie was laid out on his bed, a lit cigarette hanging lazily between his lips as his eyes followed you like a hawk as you walked around his room trying to find the clothes he had graciously helped you with scattering earlier.

Clothes he had tossed around his room in desperate fleeting moments when he longed to explore your body one more time.

His head cocked slightly to the side as he intently watched you trying to get dressed. It had taken some time, but you were finally comfortable enough being naked around him in such a casual setting, and not minding him staring you down whatever chance he got.

Even though your back was turned towards him you could feel his eyes on your body as you slid up your underwear, letting the soft and delicate fabric rest against your hips and covering up your naked body from his view.

You glanced quickly over your shoulder to look at him where he was laid out in his bed. Eddie was laying propped up on his elbow atop one of the stray pillows he had, sheets pulled up dangerously low around his hip so you could still see the dark patch of hair leading down the bottom of his stomach towards his pelvis. Messy hair ever so slightly sticking to his forehead with post sex sweat, the unruly curls creating a dark halo around him.

“Like what you see sweetheart?” Eddie raised an eyebrow at you teasingly, his smug grin not budging from his face for a single second as he drank up every drop of attention you were willing to shed him. “You know you could stay, take another proper look at what I have to offer.”

He was right, it was difficult not to stare at him. He looked so tempting laid out on his bed and you could already feel yourself longing to touch him again. A persistent feeling which never truly went away unless you were tangled limbs and all with him. Your fingers seemed to crave the feeling of his smooth skin against them, your lips wished to brush against his until you were both bruised and breathless.

“I have a curfew, which I have to meet, unless you want me grounded.” Your eyes rolled ever so slightly at his comment, thankful your back was turned to him so he couldn’t see. It wasn’t uncommon for Eddie to get like this after sex, thoughts clouded with post orgasm thoughts where every fleeting touch or look was a dangerous invitation to rile him up again. “You are the reason I’ve already broken it twice just this month already y’know.”

“Can’t help myself angel, you’re just too tempting.” His voice was low, something else mixed into it, but you couldn’t place your finger on what exactly it was just yet. “So beautiful…”

Your eyes roamed the mess of Eddie’s room desperately searching for your bra, missing the warm embrace of Eddie and his bed, the cold air brushing over your skin was enough to send goosebumps racing over your skin and pebbling your nipples ever so slightly.

Finally, your eyes locked with the bra, carelessly discarded on top of a clothing pile which had started to form beneath his desk. It was when you bent down that you heard it.

A barely audible sound which rang through the room, and the pieces of information finally clicked in your brain. Eddie must have seen the wheels turning in your brain because you could hear a low chuckle coming from behind you.

Was he- would he- he would, you thought to yourself, quickly biting down on your bottom lip and feeling heat rushing to your cheeks.

Carefully peeking at him from the corner of your eye you noticed something you had failed to observe the first time, his other hand snaked beneath the soft bedding which covered his bottom half.

It didn’t take a highschool graduate to figure out what he was doing, his smug grin immediately appearing on his face as he noticed you trying to look ever so subtly at him.

“Like what you see sweetheart?” Eddie echoed his question from earlier, but this time you could hear the slight lustfulness which seeped and lingered through the tone of his voice. Warmth immediately rushed to your cheeks and you did your best to turn away from him while you slid your bra over your chest and clasped it.

He didn’t care that you looked at him, in fact he enjoyed it quite immensely.

“I’m loving what I’m seeing.” His eyes were still roaming your body with almost an alarming sense of desperation, he needed to be touching you. But his hand would have to do for now. Carefully running up and down the length of him with slow calculated moves, the feeling of his own hand would never be able to compare to yours wrapped around his cock.

“Seeing you like this… my girl half naked and standing in my room, that is more than enough for me to think about.” He groaned again, louder this time, letting the sweet sound hang in the air between them. “All these nasty thoughts running through my head cannot be good…”

“I believe I’m half dressed.” You mumbled quietly, knowing he would hear you anyway, you were looking for your shirt among the countless items of clothing and you could swear he managed to hide your clothes from you so you wouldn’t leave.

“Y’know I'm a pessimist baby.” How he could manage to stay flirty like this you would never be able to understand, your mind and thoughts would be muddled and unintelligible by now. “Besides, I prefer you half dressed, preferably sitting on my lap and not so far away…”

“Where I can play with your hair, leave little love bites down that pretty neck of yours, properly mark you up you know.” The tone of his voice was so tempting, so sickeningly intoxicating that your mind involuntarily pictured the scene he was painting for you with his words. You instinctively ran your fingers over the fresh marks Eddie had placed on your neck just moments earlier.

“It’s ok to look at me, I know you want to baby c’mon.” Eddie hissed quietly as he teased you, but your back was still turned to him. And of course he was correct, it was so tempting to turn around and drink in the sight of him. But you knew that if you did you would not be leaving.

“What would you do next?” Your voice was real quiet, barely above a whisper as you stood frozen in his room, any thoughts of finding your shirt completely gone and Eddie knew he’s got you hooked.

“Unclasp your bra, letting it fall from your body so I can play with your boobs, kiss and suck on your hard nipples- fuck you really have the most amazing tits sweetheart.” His voice dropped and the persona he was putting on disappeared for a moment.

Eddie’s eyes were closed tightly as he pictured the mental image of you in front of him. He was in complete anguish, you were so close yet wouldn’t let him see you completely.

He was being careful and extra cautious with his movement to not push himself too hard too fast. Carefully he swiped his thumb over his red hot tip where precum was beading, making him groan out and his hips buck up into his hand involuntarily.

The sounds falling from Eddie’s lips made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, at this point it had become a game of how long would it take before you caved in and returned to his embrace once more.

“Then- then I would run my hands down your body, over those cotton panties you’re wearing, just gently brush my fingers against the outside of your pretty pussy just to feel you jolt in my arms.” You could hear that his breaths were picking up as he imagined playing with you, his words were enough for you to reflexively clench around nothing, feeling your own arousal slowly returning to take hold of your body. “Push aside your panties, feel how wet you probably are- always so wet and needy for me aren’t you sweetheart? Slowly work a finger into your sweet little pussy, feel you clench around me-”

A weak whine fell from your lips and Eddie could have sworn it was the most heavenly sound he had ever heard. Your entire body shuddered at the thought.

“Yeah you like the sound of that- knew you would, my dirty girl.” Eddie didn’t need your input anymore, his body had seemingly gone into autopilot, as if this was a scenario that ran through his mind on a regular basis. “If I had time I would lay you out, spend hours marking up your thighs, eat you out until you’re dizzy and crying, and have lost count of how many times you’ve cum on my tongue- y’know I can never get enough of how you taste, my own personal feast…”

You knew that threat was real, and it wouldn’t be the first time he did something like that. “Is this- is this what you think about-”

“When you’re not here to help me?” You hummed softly in response, rubbing your thighs together as you started growing increasingly more desperate for his touch.

“It sure is sweetheart- but now- now I might have to settle for fucking you instead, draping your legs over my shoulders as I fuck you into my mattress- or have you straddle me, god you look so fucking perfect when you ride me- just want to see you cry for me tears running down those pretty cheeks as you cry my name…” Eddie’s breaths were picking up and his words slowly becoming hurried in his mouth, a telltale sign he was approaching his high. And you knew that this was your chance.

“Are you really this needy already baby?” You giggled a little bit to yourself before turning around and pouting at him ever so slightly, not being able to help yourself from teasing him when he was in this state.

“For you?” Eddie looked up at you with questioning eyes, but you could see that smug tone to them which always managed to hold you captive, his movements had slowed as you approached him. “Always.”

He looked so good laying in his bed, the sheets tangled around him and falling down far enough that he was practically on full display for you. Eddie instinctively let himself go so you could climb into his lap and he could take you in his arms, and he groaned as you pushed up against his painfully hard erection.

Eddie smelled sharply of fresh cigarette smoke as you inched closer to him, his hand still fast at work even as the space between you grew closer. Picking the cigarette from his lips and taking a slow long drag of it, letting him see your lips wrapping around the bud of the cigarette, before you put it out on the ashtray on his bedside table.

“Tell me more about these fantasies of yours…” Your words were drawn out, painfully soft in his ear and your hand replaced where he had been moments before, working your hand around his hard cock with expertise. “Show me what you think about when I’m not here-”

Eddie did not need to be told twice, he was already desperate to be touching you, his strong hands grasping around your waist and pushing you down into the bed, letting your back hit the bed with a soft thud.

You pressed your kneecap against your thigh, swaying from side to side as you watched Eddie move.

He shifted above you, grabbing the second condom of the night out of the nightstand and quickly sliding it on before lingering above you, his hand grabbing around your wrist and pushing into the bed to keep his weight steady.

You grabbed his waist with your free hand as he hovered above you, rubbing gentle circles into his soft and supple skin. There was something strangely attractive about his waist. Eddie’s lips brushed yours softly before without any warning he kissed you with enough force to make stars dance along the corners of your vision.

Eddie’s fingers trailed down your body, neither of you in the mood or need for foreplay, both of you already heavily riled up from Eddie’s little show. His free hand grabbing his hard cock, pushing aside your underwear and swiping along your slick entrance, gathering your arousal and letting it coat him before he slowly pushed into you, almost whimpering into your mouth as he felt how wet you were.

There was a soft dull pain as he pushed into you, you were still sore from the night’s earlier activities. But you couldn’t care less, craving the feeling of Eddie completely filling you up, your hand was still on his hip, desperately trying to drag him closer to you.

Ever so slightly thrusting in and out of you until Eddie managed to completely sink into you, his hips resting against yours for a moment, letting you get used to the feel of him, as if you two hadn’t been in this exact position less than an hour earlier.

“I believe you said something about my legs-” You whispered coyly, letting go of his hip to drag your fingers through his unruly curls. Eddie’s face was pressed against the side of your neck, breathing in the soft scent of your skin. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Eddie let go of your wrist, so both of his hands could hook beneath your knees, pulling them over his shoulders with ease, his hands gripping around your thighs as he steadied himself, the cold bite of his metal rings was a stark contrast to your burning hot skin.

Using your thighs as leverage over you he slowly started to grind against you, his own knees going weak at the sensation of your slick gummy gripping and pulling him in further. He had already been teetering at the edge of his orgasm when you climbed into his lap, and now it was taking every ounce of concentration in him to not spoil the fun too soon.

Eddie’s fingers almost immediately started attacking your clit, rubbing harsh and sloppy circles to the already sensitive bundle of nerves, making your body convulse against him, whines of desperation spilling from your lips before you could stop yourself.

You were always more sensitive with round two, and with his teasing you knew you wouldn’t be able to last long, and you doubted Eddie would be able to either. This was sex in its purest form, Eddie’s hips were rutting against yours with enough force his bed moved with each thrust and you were almost worried he was going to bruise you.

His brows knitted together in heavy concentration as he focused on fucking you just the way he knew you liked, his hard cock brushing against the spot that made black spots appear in your vision and your back arch off the bed. Clenching around him tighter and tighter with each thrust gave you, quickly building to your high as he tried to keep his own at bay.

“Eddie I- I can’t-” You didn’t need to say more, he could tell you were close, your ragged breaths mixed with moans on your sweet lips was more than enough to tell him that you were about to cum again. Eddie’s sweet lips were viciously attacking your neck, lapping at old marks and leaving new ones. “C’mon sweetheart, let me feel you cum around my cock-”

In the end it was always his words that managed to push you over the edge, his ruthless thrusts against you and toying at your clit became too much and your orgasm crashed into you with enough force to make tears sting at the corners of your eyes.

Eddie’s orgasm followed yours in rapid succession, letting himself go and finally reaching the high he had been teasing for himself, almost collapsing onto you as he released inside the condom, your thighs pressing against your tummy, pressing you firmly between his body and the firm mattress beneath you as you milked him through his release.

When Eddie reluctantly pulled out of you, you could feel tears stinging in your eyes and threatening to spill over any second, and Eddie reveled at the sight of the mess he had made out of you beneath him.

Shuffling to stand up on his knees so your legs could fall down on either side of him, the rush of blood finally returning to them. Your chest was rising and falling with sporadic intervals as you tried to recover from your high. Beads of sweat pearling along your chest and tummy.

Eddie slumped down next to you, his arms immediately finding your body and slotting you against him before pressing a soft kiss to your temple, letting his lips linger there as you both still came down from your highs.

“There is no way you jerk off while thinking about eating me out.” You finally broke the silence between you and you earned one of Eddie’s genuine laughs. The kind that made your stomach twist and heart flutter with nerves even though you were reveling together in your post orgasm bliss. “Cross my heart and hope to die, you’re absolutely stunning when you cum.”

“I love you.”

“I love you more.”

You didn’t bother to fight him on it, you knew you weren’t going to win no matter how hard you tried. Instead you simply enjoyed the fleeting feeling of Eddie’s arms around you, your mind still foggy and without a proper thought.

It was only when you glanced down at the watch around Eddie’s wrist and groaned hopelessly that reality came crashing back to you. “I hope this all was worth it to you because I am going to be grounded for the rest of my life.” You mumbled directly into Eddie’s chest, dreading your parents' reactions when you inevitably returned home.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just sneak through your window.” He whispered to you, painfully optimistically and starkly out of character for him, but you supposed some part of him might be willing to go that far for you. “But if you’re already going to be grounded for the rest of your life, what’s the harm in staying the night?”

And you did reckon that he had a point.

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Drunk On You - Eddie Munson x Reader Smut 18+

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Warnings - eating out, fingering, piv sex, biting, hickeys, overstimulation, eddie being a little shit, me not having this beta or proof read, this being completely self indulgent, porn without plot, porn right out of the gate, slightly pussy drunk eddie munson

Word count - 2.3k

A/N - i dont even think i can say anything, i just love the idea of pussy drunk eddie and i desperately needed to write something :) and a little two post day for you all

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Hot salty tears spilled from your eyes and onto your cheeks. Your makeup which had been applied so carefully this morning was not smudged and speared all over your face.

Mascara running down the length of your cheeks with the tears. Chest heaving desperately trying to pull oxygen into your lungs.

Your vision was heavy with stars and your brain was foggy with the post orgasm oxycontin cloud. Your hair splayed across the pillow like a halo.

Eddie showed no sign of slowing down his movements, his lips and tongue viciously attacking your now very swollen and drenched pussy.

One of his hands firmly grips your thigh, forcing you to hold them open for him. The metal rings he wore dug into your soft flesh so hard you worried he might leave permanent marks along your skin. The other one was linked with yours, rubbing soft circles against the back of your hand.

Your thighs were a mess, decorated with a sleuth of hickeys and faint bitemarks.

Eddie ran his tongue over your clit once more, making your hips involuntary buck upwards towards him. He used his lips to latch onto your clit, sucking at it ever so gently just to be able to hear your reaction.

There were no words spilling from your lips, you were far beyond that stage. All you could do was moan and whimper, any sound you made was completely unintelligible. Eddie thought you looked so pretty like this. So totally ruined and with your skirt hiked up above your hips. The sight of you drove him crazy, he just wanted more of you.

He moved his hand from your thigh, letting two of his fingers gently circle your sloppy and wet entrance, only making you cry louder from the additional stimulation. He looked up, carefully checking he wasn’t pushing you too far and squeezed your hand. You weakly squeezed it back letting him know you were ok. His hand gave you a lifeline while your other hand was desperately grabbing onto the bed sheets.

His fingers slipped into you so easily, you were totally soaked, providing enough slock for Eddie’s fingers to push all the way inside of you. He groaned against your cunt, feeling your wetness around his fingers.

You were so sensitive already from your two previous orgasms, he knew you probably wouldn’t be able to last very long. Slowly he started to move his fingers, thrusting them into you at a painstakingly slow pace, trying to once more build your high.

Eddie’s tongue was still lapping away at your folds and clit. His jaw was starting to ache and threatening to lock up, but there was no way in hell he was going to stop. His fingers slipped over your g-spot and she cried louder, hips rocking against him practically grinding against his face. Had it not felt so good she might have been embarrassed.

Eddie groaned at your reaction, his own hips grinding down against the bed, cock rock hard and straining against the fabric of his boxers and jeans.

“You gonna cum for me again sweetheart?” Eddie murmured against your soaked cunt, the vibrations sending you into a crazed frenzy, and you felt that familiar pit starting to build in your stomach as he worked you over. He wanted you to cum again so bad, desperate to see your face scrunched up and your body convulsing in pleasure, knowing that he could make you do that gave him a different kind of high. “Gonna be good for me and give me another one? I know you can do it.”

His words of encouragement only edged you on further, and you could feel his fingers speed up, rubbing up against your g-spot with each desperate movement of his hand. Eddie noticed your breaths picking up and sporadically clenching around his fingers. Your body was screaming for release, desperate for any kind of relief.

“C’mon pretty girl cum for me, just let go, let me see you cum for me.” His words were what did it for you, giving you the final encouragement you needed to tip over the edge. Tears were clouding your vision as the orgasm washed over you, thighs desperately trying to close and quivering ever so slightly.

You looked so beautiful as you came Eddie swore he could cum in his pants right then and there.

A string of moans and whimpers of his name and curses fell from your lips between heavy and hitched breaths. More tears kept spilling from your eyes as you came. It was pure torture, but it felt so good you never wanted the feeling to end.

Eddie didn’t stop his movements as you came. Gently working you through your orgasm, dragging it out as much as he could.

As you came down from your high your thighs were shaking around his head and your hand moved from the sheets and through his curly hair, desperately trying to pull him away from where you were so very sensitive.

His other hand was still linked with yours, squeezing it gently to make sure you were ok.

When Eddie finally pulled away you could see your juices and slick covering his lips and chin. Even seeing some on his shirt, and you didn’t dare think about the mess you had created out of the sheets.

If you weren’t exhausted maybe you would have been embarrassed of the mess you had made, but you couldn’t do anything but lie still trying to recover from your latest orgasm.

“How many was that?” His voice was quiet, calm, and sickeningly sweet. Eddie’s hand moved to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him as he spoke. Patiently waiting for your answer. “T-three.” You managed to croak out between desperate gasps for air.

“You did so good for me.” Eddie praised and kissed your cheeks, letting his tongue run over her tears, enjoying the salty taste of them. “Such a beautiful mess for me, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

His eyes were so dark from where he was looking at you through his heavy eyelashes.

“Breathe.” Eddie practically ordered before pulling out his fingers. She whined loudly and tried to involuntarily close as he removed his fingers from her sopping heat. He hovered his fingers over her lips, signalling you to open up which you did without any protest, shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Taste how sweet you taste darling?” Eddie sighed as he felt your tongue swirl around his fingers, tasting yourself off them. “See why I can never get enough of you?”

When Eddie got like this you knew you were in for it and a couple of days of struggling to sit down. “Absolutely obsessed.” He whispered as he pulled his fingers out of your mouth.

“You think you can handle one more for me?” His question was genuine, he wasn’t going to force or push you into anything you didn’t want to or couldn’t handle. Regardless of how much he so desperately wanted to fuck you.

The erection in his pants only got worse with each second that passed. He was aching to be inside of you. “Gonna let me fuck this pretty pussy?” He teased and cupped your heat in his hand.

You nodded slowly, trying to brace yourself for what you knew was going to come next. Even though you were exhausted and completely fucked out, a part of you wanted to feel him completely filled inside of you.

“You’re going to need to say it, pretty girl.” His words combined with the summer heat was going to make her melt. “Please.” Your voice was still breathless and heavy with exhaustion. “Please what?”

You knew he wasn’t going to do anything without your expressed consent. “Please fuck me Eddie.” You looked up at him with the biggest doe eyes you could manage.

He did not need any more encouragement. Quickly shuffling off the bed and tearing off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in his room to be forgotten. Eddie kicked off his jeans, which were shortly followed by his boxers. Letting the length of him spring free against his stomach.

It didn’t take long before he was back on the bed hovering over her. Reaching into his nightstand to grab a condom and rolling it down his erection. Wasting no time Eddie swiped himself through your folds a couple of times. Gathering up your spilled juices from your previous orgasms.

The friction against your still sensitive cult sent jolts of electricity through your body, making you twitch with anticipation. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last long, and based on Eddie’s desperation he wasn’t either.

With a final breath Eddie pushed himself into your messy heat, hissing slightly as he did. “Still so fucking tight for me.” He whispered, mostly speaking to himself.

He paused for a second when he bottomed out, letting his hips still against yours for a moment to simply appreciate the feeling of you around him. While you struggled to even think as he split you open. You were so full with him it was impossible to do anything but just take him in. He was everything and anything you could focus on.

Eddie shot you a quick glance with questioning eyes, silently asking if he could start moving. “Yeah-” You nodded frantically. “Please Eds.”

He used one arm to keep himself up, the other hand hooked under your knee, hiking your thigh up to your stomach, helping the angle as he slowly started thrusting. Knowing he had to keep a slow pace if he wanted either of you to last.

You were his own personal heaven that he loved to get lost in. And you were still so tight tight regardless of how many orgasms he gave you, or how many times he fucked you.

“Just like that, so good, you feel so good sweetheart- fuck-” Small praises continiously fell from his lips, he needed something to ground him. Eddie simply could not help himself when he got like this. All he wanted to do was pound the living daylights out of you, to hear you scream his name as he felt you orgams over and over again on his cock.

He just loved you so much that when left to his own devices and wicked thoughts he could spend hours simply exploring and toying with your body. He loved making you feel good, and he loves the praises which spilled from your lips when he did.

His eyes were closed shut and his eyebrows knitted together as he focused on maintaining a seedy pace. Moaning loudly in your ear every time he bottomed out.

Your hands were clawing at his back, nails scratching up his pale skin, turning it flaming red. Eddie feverishly pressed kisses to your lips and jaw, drawing out every sick sound he could out of you. It was the best music he had ever heard.

“You take me so well, fuck-” Eddie opened his eyes and they fixated themselves on where his body met yours, seeing his cock repeatedly slipping in and out of you was a special kind of drug that he was hooked on.

Your brain was far beyond being able to answer him, your bottom lip bit tightly between your teeth. More tears spilling from your eyes. The feeling of Eddie quickly threatened to become too much for you to handle.

He had worked you over so many times already and the feeling of him filling you so perfectly was the sweetest kind of torture you could think of. And it rapidly had you building towards another release.

Your entire body was begging for him to touch you in any way, desperate to be as close to him as you possibly could. Your hands moved to his hair, knowing that it was his weakness. Fingers grabbing onto the roots of his hair and tugging as hard as you could. Signalling that you weren’t going to last. “Awe, you want to cum again already?” His tone was a little taunting, and you just knew he was loving seeing you so desperate and needy for him. “You want to cum with me princess?”

Eddie didn’t bother to wait for your response, he was frantically searching for his own release. His hips slamming against yours at an increasingly faster pace. Fingers finding your still puffy clit and rubbing sloppy circles to it, he was so determined to make her come for him one last time.

And it didn’t take long before they both found themselves falling over that familiar edge once more. Eddie continued to fuck her through their orgasms, never letting his hips still, determined to draw out the feeling for as long as possible. Your lips found his, both of them moaning desperately into the kiss as they came. Both of them were covered in a layer of sweat.

“Thank you.” Eddie kissed her jaw and whispered against your skin, his slightly chapped lips scraping at your skin. “Did so well for me, such a good job.”

Eddie pulled out of her and quickly tied off the condom, tossing it in the trash can before collapsing on the bed next to her. Both of them breathing heavily, feeling the exhaustion settling into your bodies as you laid on Eddie's bed.

His arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you tightly to his chest and letting you stay there until your breaths had calmed down. His fingers gently running over your back and playing with your hair trying to soothe her as best he could.

“You ok?” Eddie pulled away just enough that he could see your face, you were still a mess and in a desperate need of a shower. “Yeah- yeah I’m ok.” Her voice was so soft, almost fragile and her eyes were heavy with sleepiness. He trusted you so much to tell him if he was too rough.

“You did so well for me.” He whispered and pressed his lips to her forehead, just holding her close. “So proud of you.” She just barely managed to hear what he said, already dozing off in the tight embrace of his arms.

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Lazy cuddles... lazy sex... - Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader 18+ smut

Request - Eddie and soft sex and Romance because I just know half of the time spent in his bed is cuddling (anon you really be reading my mind)

Warnings - fingering, really soft sex, my unedited and not proofread writing

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Eddies arms were stretched around your body, attempting to touch as much of you as he possibly could. His big and rough hands traveling the planes of your body, cold rings snagging softly against your doughy skin.

And it didn’t help that you smelled like him, mostly because of how close the two of you had been all afternoon, but you also just happened to be wearing his shirt

God, he thought you looked so perfect where you were laying, slotted against his body where you fit so perfectly together, hidden away in the soft warm comfort of Eddies bed, buried under the heaps of blankets above you.

No one could convince him there was a better place on earth right here in this moment.

However, that doesn’t mean that it takes long before Eddie gets just a little bit too handsy with you, his hands running over your body exactly where he knows he’ll manage to illicit the reaction he so desperately craves from you. But it’s not done needily, there is no rush to his movements. They’re slow, and more caring than anything else.

“What are you doing over there pretty boy?”

“Nuthing…” he murmured against your neck and his words trailed off as he delved into the soft junction between your neck and shoulder. Peppering your soft and sensitive skin with kisses until you’re absolutely reeling for any mention of his touch against your skin.

Your hands find their way into the wild mane of his hair, letting the soft curls crush between your fingers, and a soft chuckle in your chest sounded in the otherwise quiet room.

You could feel his teeth softly graze your neck, threatening to sink into your skin at any moment, but he never even nipped at your flesh, even when it would have been so easy.

There were many sides to Eddie Munson, the different personas he exhibits for the different people in his life, and none of them are a lie, they’re all a faucet of him. But you knew, that as you had him right there, with your limbs tangled with each other and with the sheets, that you have the real Eddie Munson. The one you can always see just right beneath the surface at school, he was there, right then and there with you.

The soft side Eddie has to him is doting and loving, an absolute sweetheart who wants nothing more than to charm you and let you know just how much you mean to him. Hell, he is even borderline romantic as his fingers dragged along the hem of the shirt you’ve stolen from him.

And Eddie did not waste more than a second before pulling the fabric away from your body.

“You’re so beautiful sweetheart, you know that right?” He whispered to you as he kissed down your exposed chest, his lips grazing your sensitive nipple and taking it gently into his mouth, leaving the teeth tucked away for another night. “The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

He continued to sing you praises until he is worried you might get sick of them, and then he still spills you some more. Eddie has never felt this way about anyone, he was absolutely and completely whipped for you, and there is no way he will ever let you forget it.

Running over the soft curves of your body, gently squeezing your supple flesh between his fingers and hands until you’re molded into his touch.

“Tell me you love me-” The words from his mouth are almost like a plea, as if the only thing that could save him in that moment was hearing those words from your lips. “Please?”

But it wasn’t like he ever needed to ask you with a please, you would do anything for him if he simply asked you.

“I love you,” you whispered back to him, before quietly repeating the words over and over again, letting them echo in the messy space of his bedroom, along the limited space between your bodies. You said the words until they almost started to lose meaning in your mouth, until they sound more like a prayer on your lips than anything else.

“I love you too sweetheart,” Eddie breathed into your hair, inhaling you gentle scent for a moment and he relishes in the feeling of you next to him. Rolling you over so you’re on your back, your hair fanning out over the bedsheets. Eddie grabbed your wrist in his hand, holding it above your head and using it to steady himself.

“Y’know you are so pretty like this,” Eddie said, and it was almost as if he was talking more to himself than he was to you, but you knew that deep down those words were meant for you and you only.

And with the words you and Eddie had exchanged, along with his kisses and tantalizing touches, it didn’t come as a very big surprise to either of you that your arousal had been growing, leaking, and spilling onto the fabric of your panties. But it didn’t matter how many times you had been in this exact position, with Eddie’s fingers sneaking down the front of your underwear to examine his handiwork, he was just as excited as the first time it had happened.

But now he was more used to you, he knew what you didn’t like, and more importantly what you loved.

And what he knew for sure, was that you loved to be spoiled, just a little bit. Which he didn’t mind one bit, he would gladly spoil you every day for the rest of his life if he could.

“Is this all for me?” There was an almost boyish grin plastered to his face as he traced his fingers through your folds, the tip of his finger gently circling the entrance to your wet heat, threatening to slip inside of you any second.

“Mmmh who else would it be for?” A completely rhetorical question, but one that riled him up more than you were expecting it to. His own arousal evident in his boxers, his hard cock tenting and straining against the fabric.

“You know, you look so pretty like this,” he echoed his words from before, looking down at you where you were laying beneath him, “what a shame that I’m going to have to ruin you.”

His words only eliciting more excitement from you as you try to hold a squeal back in your throat.

“Yeah you like the sound of that princess,” he said  nonchalantly as he finally plunges his teasing finger into you, making your back arch in immediate response. “But I’ll do that, no need to worry your pretty little head about it.”

Eddie focused on slowly working his finger into you, working you over just the way you liked to be touched, the way he knew you liked to be touched. It was like a game to him, and he had figured out just how to play it.

Eddie’s thumb grazed over your clit, rubbing fast and clumsy circles to it. While he wants to do nothing more than take his time with you, he is desperate to feel you wrapped around him. After spending the better part of the day tangled up with you, he is desperate to feel you, needy for your touch, your attention.

Your fingers digging into the supple flesh of his back, nails leaving small ravines along his skin until his skin is marked up and puffy with pink. Every movement of his fingers is torture, but the best kind of torture that drags you closer and closer to the high he is determined to climb with you.

Eddie’s fingers attacked that spot inside of you which made you see stars over, and over, and over again. You don’t even realize you’re coming on his fingers until your body is shaking from the aftershocks, Eddie’s fingers working you through those too.

“It’s truly a shame you’ll never know just how beautiful you look when you cum sweetheart…” Eddie pulled his fingers out of you and licked them clean, savoring the tase of you on his skin. “Or how good you taste.”

“How you feel?” Eddie placed a kiss to the underside of your jaw, hearing your ragged breaths on your lips. His voice was nothing but soft, smooth like velvet on his tongue. “Would I be silly

“God sweetheart- you’re so perfect,” he moans as he pushes into you, only dipping into you a couple of inches and rocking his hips against yours so you get used to the feel of him. Slowly fucking himself further into you. “Soaking my cock in your juices like this, how’d I get so lucky?”

His hands dig into the doughy skin of your hips, pulling you closer to him with every thrust he gave you, and you were sure with the force he was holding you that his rings would be leaving permanent indents in your skin for the next few days, but you didn’t care.

“You know I should be doing this more, making love to you, the love of my life.” His words combined with the slow, tantalizing thrusts he was giving you made you gasp. “Like being called that? Love of my life?” He asked and you moaned in response, hearing the pet name once more.

“You are sweetheart, the love of my life,” there is almost a level of relief in his voice as he says the words again, as if they’ve been beneath the surface and threatening to spill for a while. Eddie placed a kiss to the underside of your jaw and you could feel your head spin. He was driving you crazy with every thrust as your body begged for more. Your cunt wrapping around him and tightening more and more every time he pushed into you.

Still sensitive from your first orgasm it doesn’t take too long before you’re threatening to spill into your second orgasm, and Eddie is fully aware. He knows your body like it is the back of his hand.

“Hold it for me sweetheart? Let me cum with you please?” All you can do in response is nod and moan wildly, the feeling in your stomach driving you wild as you try to hold it off for a while longer.

Eddie picks up his pace a little bit as he starts to chase his own orgasm, his fingers snaking between your bodies and finding your clit once again, teetering to keep you on your edge as he rapidly approached your own.

The sound of sex hung in the air of Eddie’s room, his skin slapping against yours, the sound of your heat enveloping him, and your voices soaked in pleasure mixing.

You close your eyes tightly, holding them close as if your life depended on it, one of your telltale signs that you were close. He wasn’t about to last much longer either.

“Yeah princess? You’re gonna cum on my cock? Let me see how pretty the love of my life is as she creams on my cock,” his lips rest right next to your ear, and you didn’t need any more encouragement than that before you were slipping over your edge.

And Eddie followed you soon after, giving himself a couple more lazy and shallow thrusts before he is spilling into you. Groans mixing with the praises that still spilled from his lips, his words working you through your after shocks of both of your orgasms.

And just as it had started you were back to being wrapped up in each other, tanging limbs and bedsheets together, lips finding each other easily among the mess you had created for yourselves.

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"Show me how to do it-" - Eddie Munson x F! Reader 18+ Smut

Summary - You ask Eddie to teach you how to give a blow job

Warnings - oral sex male receiving, dirty talk, corruption kink, inexperienced! reader, mentions of balls

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You looked so perfect where you were sitting, on the floor of his bedroom, your legs folded under you, sitting between his legs where they were hanging over the edge of his bed. With those big eyes of yours looking up at him through your eyelashes.

God what had he done to deserve you?

“Sweetheart… you don’t have to do this,” He whispered, and his hand moved to cup your cheek, letting the rough pad of his finger graze the soft skin of your cheek. “We can stop here, we can stop whenever you want.”

“No, no I don’t want to stop,” you whispered back at him, your bottom lip tucked between your top row of teeth, biting down ever so gently. And god how badly he wanted to sink his teeth into it instead. “I just- I can’t promise it’ll be good- feel good.”

“Sweetheart, it’s a mouth on a cock, it’s practically impossible for it to not feel good,” Eddie said with a smirk as he saw the light pink that flushed your cheeks as he spoke.

“I don’t suppose you’re willing to make that a bet-” you laughed a little nervously, it had taken you so long to build up the courage to ask him, but now that you were sitting here you were a little bit intimidated by the task at hand.

“C’mere-” Eddie grabbed a hold of you under your arms and dragged you up so you were standing before crashing his lips to yours, holding you impossibly close to him. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing when you told him you wanted to try… he knew that you weren’t that experienced, but when you asked him to teach you he thought he was going to pass out.

It didn’t take long before your shared kiss became heated and needy, your hands moved down his chest, you pulled away from his lips, pressing kisses down his neck and chest, leaving little hickeys on his neck along with a couple of tiny bite marks. Your fingers laced with the collar of Eddie’s shirt, dragging it away from his skin to grant yourself more access. Eddie obliged to your wordless plea, grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt and tugging it off his body before tossing it into the oblivion of his room.

“You’re doing well so far sweetheart,” Eddie let his hands tangle themselves in your hair, holding your head as close to his body as you could. “I haven’t even started yet,” you mumbled against his skin and nipped at it gently with your teeth, you could feel your heart racing in your chest, making your breath hitch in your throat and your hands go slightly numb.

“So what… what do I do?”

“We can stop if you want,” he looked at you, and you could tell that he was serious based on his tone, but you weren’t about to get this far just to back out now. “Just tell me what to do… please?”

God with the please, he would have given you everything in the world and then some as long as you asked for it.

You were back to your original position, sitting on the messy floor of his bedroom with Eddie perched on the edge of his mattress, just now shirtless and covered in a couple more hickeys than before. You could tell he was hard, it really wasn’t a big secret considering the tent that had been growing in his pants ever since you brought up the idea.

You didn’t wait for his response, because you knew there was at least one thing you needed to do, so you hooked your fingers into his belt, fumbling with the heavy belt buckle in the shape of a pair of handcuffs, desperate to try and get it open.Eddie chuckled, that soft chuckle that you grew enamoured with in the first place.

“Here sweetheart- let me help you with that one,” Eddie brushed your hands away, undoing the buckle with ease and sliding down the fabric of his jeans as much as he could until they were puddled around his ankles, leaving him only in his boxers.

And now this, this you had done before. Your fingers looped themselves around the elastic waistband of his boxers and pulled them down enough to free his growing erection, standing against his stomach with the tip red and slightly angry. But what little confidence you might have managed to build quickly faltered as you realised just how… big the task in front of you was. Maybe you should have started by asking him to teach you how to do a hand job.

“Ok- here give me your hand,” Eddie took your hand in his, guiding it to wrap around the base of him, allowing you some leverage, and he groaned at just the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, “there, good girl just like that- now… now just lick up almost like you would a- like you would a popsicle, just go slowly.”

Doing as he said you leaned in, licking a bold stripe up from his base to the tip, and Eddie was damn well glad he was sitting down because had he been standing his legs would have given away at the sensation.

“Yeah… yeah just like that sweetheart- shit,” Eddie groaned, “Fuck you’re so hot when you do that.” There was something about having you on your knees in front of him, teaching you to do something so sick… almost corruptive was incredible.

Without being told you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock before taking just the tip in your mouth. Eddie let out a breath, his hands once more finding their way into your hair, gently twisting it into a ponytail. 

“Careful sweetheart- just- just go slow- fuck-” Eddie breathed, “shit- no teeth sweetheart,” you hummed around him in response, not thinking about the reaction it would garter from him, his hips bucking up ever so slightly, making you gag around him ever so slightly.

“Sorry- sorry sweetheart,” he said between heavy pants and groans continuously falling from his lips. You pulled off, taking a couple of heavy breaths feeling black spots dancing around the corners of your eyes. “I’m- I'm ok I just… need a second.”

Eddie’s hand caressed the side of your face as you breathed heavily, doing your best to regain your composure. “Sweetheart we can stop,” Eddie said reluctantly, stopping was the last thing he wanted to do, but your comfort was more important than anything.

“Eddie please- I’m fine.” You pouted up at him before flashing him a quick smile before taking his length in your mouth once more.

There was no way this was your first time, you were way too good at this. Your head bobbing on his length with ease, breathing heavily through your nose as you focused on him. Your hand working over the last couple of inches you couldn’t quite reach with your mouth just yet.

“F-fuck sweetheart…” Eddie’s head fell back and his lips parted ever so slightly, ragged breaths falling between them at regular intervals. His free hand bunched in the soft fabric of his bedsheets as he tried grounding himself. But it really wasn’t helping. “You can go…you can go a little faster- please.”

Nothing encouraged you more than hearing that please from his lips, the slight desperation in his voice edging you on further, taking more of him in your mouth, doing your best to hollow your cheeks around his cock.

You took him as far as your throat would allow you, your nose brushing against the soft bush of his pubic hair and Eddie damn near whimpered your name. A sound you would have playing on repeat in your mind for days to come.

You started taking him deeper and faster, your head bobbing up and down the length of his cock as best as you could. Based on the sounds falling from his lips you assumed you were doing something right, grunts and groans falling from his lips while the grip on your hair tightened. His hips raised a little off the mattress asswears continued to fall from his lips.

Daring just a little bit more you reached up your hand and gently attempted to cup one of Eddie’s balls in your hand, and he hissed at the feeling.

“Do that- shit do that again for me sweetheart…” You moaned around him, your confidence growing by every second that passed, cupping his other ball this time and gently applying just the slightest amount of pressure. It was all too much for him to handle.

“You’re doing so good baby girl, so fucking good for me,” his voice was breathy and strained. “Oh fuck-” Eddie muttered, “fuck sweetheart, y’know if you keep doing that I’m- I’m not gonna last very long.”

“Princess…” Eddie trailed off and let the word hang in the air. “Shit sweetheart- you’re gonna have to pull away or I’m gonna-” His words only encouraged you further. “Shit- shit-” Using the hand in your hair Eddie pulled you closer, moaning the sound of your name as he felt himself release down your throat. Panting hard and feeling you swallow as much of him as you could, his head thrown back and messy curls sticking to his forehead with sweat. His chest rising and falling rapidly.

“There is no way- no fucking way you have never done that before.” Eddie said as your eyes met his and you wiped your mouth and you shook your head in response. “God what did I do to deserve you, fuck I’m so glad you’re mine.”

“So not too bad for my first time?”

“Fucking incredible, c’mere sweetheart.”

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Insecurities - Eddie Munson x F!Reader 18+ Smut

Summary - Eddie overhears you being insecure about your body, and he is not having any of it

Warnings - piv sex (unprotected, don't do it) , solid amount of dirty talk, orgasm denial, light spanking, some light choking, porn without plot, smut with a fluffy soft ending

Word Count - 2.3k

Masterlist - Taglist - 18+ Taglist - Requests are open

All parties are 18+ and consenting, minors do not engage!

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Your hairline and roots were soaked with sweat, and you were panting hard as you struggled to retain air in your lungs from the pace he was drilling into you. Eyes glancing at your reflection in the mirror for the millionth time and your hand slipped a little on the counter as another loud whimper sounded from your lips, your eyes slipping shut for a second.

His hand snaked around your neck, pearls of sweat beading along the column of your throat as you heaved for air, and you could feel the cold sting of Eddie’s metal rings against your hot skin.

“No no no sweetheart, I need you to keep those beautiful eyes open for me.” Eddie’s rough voice nipped in your ear from behind you, and you couldn’t help but think of how you had gotten into this situation. “That’s the entire point.”

You had been standing in Eddie’s bedroom with your cheer uniform on, looking at yourself in the mirror, fingers wrapped around the hem of your skirt tugging at it nervously as if you could somehow make it longer.

All of the compliments flowing from Eddie’s lips went in one ear and out the other, the corruptive thoughts in your head overwhelming them with ease. Quietly mumbling to herself as she picked apart every aspect of her appearance in the mirror.

Something in him simply snapped as he heard you speak. How dare she even think that, let alone say it out loud, you were his dream girl, absolute perfection in his eyes.

In his eyes you were the most beautiful girl in Hawkins, maybe even in the world. There was nothing wrong with you, you were flawless. An utter angel, his angel. And he was not going to let anyone talk badly about you, even if the poisonous words came from your mouth.

And it was your comments that had led you to your current position, with your cheer skirt hiked up and bunched around your waist past your ass, and your underwear pushed to the side without a care.

The mirror in front of you was fogged up from your activities, your hot and heavy pants leaving soft marks of condensation on the cold surface. With Eddie’s hand around your throat he forced your face up so you had to meet your own eyes in the reflection, and you could see Eddie’s smirk behind you as he continued to thrust into you with slow, almost taunting thrusts.

His eyes were not budging from your face for even a split second, eyes scanning your every feature, every crease as your face scrunched up, every breath that passed through your mouth and every time you dared to close your eyes. He loved how he could fuck you from behind and still be able to see how good he was making you feel.

Eddie pulled out slowly, as far as he could without slipping out of you before roughly shoving himself all the way back in and bottoming out against your hips. One of his hands was fast on your hip, his fingers digging into your soft doughy skin, and the other around your throat, not hard just enough so he could manipulate you to exactly where he wanted you.

“Eddie… fuck- Eddie…” The sound of his name mixed with the foulest of curses on your tongue as he rocked against you with enough force to make stars dance in the corners of your eyes. Your hand pressing against the cold mirror trying to steady yourself.

“Open your eyes baby, c’mon look at yourself.” You couldn’t do anything but obey his comment, opening your eyes ever so slightly so you could peek at yourself once more.

“Can you tell me why you are being fucked like this sweetheart?” Eddie muttered in your ear, his teeth so close they were grazing your earlobe ever so slightly as he spoke, his breath hot on your skin and his words sending shivers down your spine. You knew why you were bent over the counter being fucked like this as Eddie used you. You knew why he was forcing you to look in the mirror. Because you shouldn’t have said those words about yourself.

Eddie loosened his grip on your waist and slapped his hand against your ass when you didn't answer, leaving your skin pink and stinging.

“I- I said-” You struggled as you attempted to form the words to answer him, stuttering out what little you could muster. “What did you say sweetheart?” He was so calm it was infuriating. “I s-said I was ugly…" The words came out and whimpers through gritted teeth as you desperately tried to keep your eyes open but the pressure in your stomach made it torturous.

There was no way you were going to be on time for the game, but Eddie couldn’t care less.

"Mmmmh that's right princess." His eyes found hers in the mirror. "And you're beautiful my love, the most beautiful girl and I never wanna hear anything different. I don’t ever want to hear you say those words ever again, you get that? Just look at yourself, you're so gorgeous sweetheart.”

If you had any fight left in you, you might have disagreed with him, your once carefully applied makeup was heavily smudged, and mascara ran down your cheeks painting them back. Your eyes tinted red from the tears and you were a heaving whimpering mess as Eddie fucked you from behind.

You whimpered and tried to dip your head but found Eddie’s hand holding you fast in place not letting you look away, and another slap came against your ass when you didn’t respond.

“Tell me you understand.” Eddie didn’t ask, he demanded of you, the thrusts against your ass not letting up for a moment as he pounded into you repeatedly, his hand leaving your hip to push his hair out of his face so he could watch you squirm under his touch.

By this point your arms were too weak to hold your body weight, most of it rested in Eddie’s grip around your neck and you were almost a little ashamed to admit you enjoyed the pressure around your throat. Which he picked up on, there was little he didn’t catch about you. His grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly, limiting the blood supply to your brain just enough to drive you crazy. 

“I- I understand Eddie.” Your whimpers were becoming almost pathetic as Eddie abused your sopping wet hole, the sounds of his cock sliding in and out of your slick walls sounded loudly in the room as Eddie kept up his relenting pace and you were worried he was going to leave bruises against your ass.

“Good girl.” Eddie muttered, his eyes darting between her face in the mirror and her ass, watching it move against him as he fucked himself deeper and deeper into her. And he recognized the moans and whimpers falling from her mouth, along with the soft tears that began forming in the corners of your eyes he knew you were close.

And then he did something you never expected him to do, he stopped. His hips stilled against you and his skin came flush against yours, not moving an inch, his hand on your hip holding you firmly in place not letting you grind back on him.

“Tell me you’re my pretty girl and I’ll let you cum.” Eddie leaned forward and whispered in your ear before pressing a loving, almost tender kiss to your cheek as if he wasn’t balls deep in you denying you your orgasm.

More tears welled in your eyes and spilled over onto your cheeks and your chest heaved, you had been so close to your orgasm having it ripped away threatened to make you sob in his arms.

“Just a couple of little words sweetheart you can manage that for me can’t you?” Eddie knew what he was doing, working you up to just the state he wanted you in. The grip around your throat had loosened so you would be able to answer him.

“I’m- I’m a pretty girl…” The words were stuck on your throat and you had to coax them out, you were so sensitive, so worked up you were desperate for him to move. For him to give you anything. Feeling him buried deep inside of you refusing to budge even an inch was torture.

“Whose?”

“Y-yours-”

“That’s right.” Eddie’s voice came from deep within his chest and sounded more animal than human as his movements started again, falling back into the unforgiving speed from before, chasing both your high and his own. His hand snaked around you to find your clit, the sensitive bud abused and soaked with your slick, making it even easier for Eddie to press lazy figure eights to it.

You quickly became a crying mewling mess under Eddie’s touch. It wasn’t going to take much before you reached your high. His hips rutting against yours with all the force he could muster as he simultaneously attacked your clit, it was all too much.

“C’mon sweetheart look at yourself in the mirror as you cum on my cock.” His words pushed you over the edge and you came with a hollow sob sounding from your chest. If not for Eddie’s arms around you, you would have collapsed against the counter.

Your body convulsing in his grasp as your orgasm hit you, despite his request your eyes sliding shut and Eddie’s name fell like prayer from your lips repeatedly, your sopping wet cunt squeezing around Eddie’s cock in a vice grip.

“Squeezing my cock so tight- shit sweetheart… fuck I’m gonna cum.” Despite his words he was already coming, releasing thick, hot, white ropes of cum inside of you, still fucking you through your orgasm making sure to push all his ome as deep into you as he could.

Eddie’s cock softened inside of you and he slowly pulled out of you, and you mewled at the feeling. “I know- I know you’re sensitive baby.” He peppered soft kisses down the back of your neck trying to make it easier for you.

You looked at your reflection through tear soaked lashes, and you really were a mess, completely fucked out. Your legs felt like jelly and without Eddie’s hands you probably would have fully collapsed onto the floor.

“Shit sweetheart let me see-” Eddie turned you around gently in his arms and your skirt fell back down over your legs. He carefully took your face in his hands and used his thumbs to wipe away the mix of tears and makeup caking on your cheek before placing a tender kiss to your forehead, then each of your cheeks, your nose and then finally to your mouth.

You whimpered almost pathetically into his mouth, a sound that tugged at Eddie’s heart as he scooped you into his arms holding your body impossibly close to his own. Immediately back to his soft, sweet and caring self that just needed to make sure that you were all right.

“I think I made you late to the game.” Eddie laughed, an obvious joke as there was no way you were going to be able to cheer at tonight's game. Your careful makeup and hairdo completely ruined, and Eddie’s cum still dripping from between your legs, you were in no shape to be cheering at some irrelevant basketball game.

“You’re gonna have to come up with a really good excuse as to why I couldn’t make it tonight.” You spoke softly as Eddie scooped you into his arms, lifting up your legs so he could carry you.

“What- getting absolutely railed by your boyfriend isn’t good enough?” Eddie placed you gently on his bed, letting your bodyweight sink into the soft springed mattress. His hands finding the hem of your cheer top and tugging it over your head without a warning.

“I don’t think they will like that one so much Eds.” You fought the instinct to cross your arms over your chest, rather letting them fall to their sides as Eddie rummaged through his room for a shirt you could wear.

He knelt in front of you on the floor, standing between your legs with a new shirt and pair of panties in hand for you to wear. You knew well enough to keep at least a couple of pairs of spare panties at Eddie’s place, knowing he had a tendency to ruin them.

“Arms up please.” Eddie murmured and you happily obliged, lifting your arms above your head with what little strength you had left in your body, and Eddie slid the shirt over your chest, his hands softly running along the soft swell of your chest along the outside of the shirt. Not in a sexual way, no this was more intimate. Something only you two could share.

“Hands here.” Eddie patted his own shoulders, signalling for you to move your hands and you did, letting them rest against his shoulders as Eddie slid down your skirt and ruined panties, replacing them with the new pair. “There we go, all fresh.”

He took one of your hands and pressed it to his cheek with his own hand, and nuzzled into your palm. You could feel the faint fuzz growing on his face from not shaving for a couple of days as he did.

“And you’re ok?” Eddie looked directly at you, one of those looks where it felt like the rest of the world completely fell away, you were the only thing he was looking at, the only thing on his mind, the only thing that mattered. “Yeah- yeah’m ok, just really tired.”

“Mmh makes sense, fucked you good.”

“You always do.”

“Damn right I do, gotta treat my beautiful girl right.” Eddie pressed his lips against your forehead for a moment, letting his arms wrap around your thighs and slotting you against his body with ease. “What did I do to deserve you, you’re so beautiful.” His lips found yours again and he kissed you softly, parting your lips with his.

“Cuddles and late night tv?” Eddie asked when he finally pulled away, his dark brown eyes meeting yours.

“Cuddles and late night tv.” You happily agreed.

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[spiderrrling]

Don't you look pretty - Eddie Munson x F! Reader 18+

Summary - You've had a very long day, and all you want is a little stress relief with your boyfriend who knows exactly how to relax you

Warnings - smut, piv, kissing, hickeys, biting, heavy body worship, cockwarming as stress relief, followed by some good old fashioned sex, unprotected sex (dont do it)

Word Count 3.5k

Masterlist - Taglist - 18+ Taglist - Requests are open

All parties are above the age of 18 and consenting, if you are a minor please do not interact

“Hey- there you are.” Eddie looked up from his book as he heard you enter his bedroom. But you didn’t respond, you simply dropped your bag with a heavy thud next to his bed before you climbed onto Eddie’s bed and into his arms.

“Sweetheart what's wrong?” He softly chuckled at you, his big hands immediately coming up and wrapping around your back, pulling you closer into the embrace. Eddie could feel your soft, hot, drawn out breaths against his neck.

Your hands had snaked around his waist and under the hem of his shirt. Fingers mindlessly exploring the valley and muscles of his back, quietly and calmly grounding yourself.

Eddie’s lips pressed against your temple, letting his lips linger against your skin for a moment before pulling away. “Long day?”

“Very.” You mumbled directly against his chest and sighed softly. The comfort of being in Eddie’s arms never lessened, his hand in your hair caressing the back of your head, the soft scent of him filling every breath you took.

It was days like this, when everything seemed to go wrong that Eddie was the one thing that was just so right. Today had been too long, too much. And Eddie had been on your mind for most of it.

Eddie couldn’t help but find you absolutely adorable sitting on his lap, clinging to him for dear life. The tingling feeling of your fingers wandering across his back and the way you slowly relaxed into him as you let all your thoughts go.

“There you are.” His familiar grin spread across his face when you finally looked up at him, and he moved his hand from your hair and to the side of your face, cupping your cheek to bring your lips to his. Eddie’s mouth tasted of old cigarettes cinnamon.

“Tell me what I can do.” He was looking directly into your doe eyes, softness seeping into his voice and words as he spoke. Eddie always managed to make you feel like you were the only thing in this moment that mattered. What you didn’t know was that to Eddie, you were the only thing that mattered.

“Need to be close to you.” Your bottom lip moved between your teeth, making him chuckle softly. He knew exactly what you meant, what you needed. The first time you had done it you had both been too giggly and excited to have you simply sit still on his lap. But it didn’t take long for this to become a normal part of your relationship whenever either of you just needed a break. “Wanna come sit on me?” You nodded softly in response.

Eddie grabbed your face again and kissed you again, this time with much more force. Letting his tongue explore your mouth mindlessly as his hands ran down the curve of your body and gripping your hips.

You didn’t need his encouragement to grind down on him, moving your hips in big wide circles. Creating just that amount of friction you both needed. Eddie’s fingers were quick at work, tugging open the button of your pants and pulling down your zipper to better access you.

Snaking his hand down to where you were most sensitive, cupping your increasingly needy cunt in his hand, pressing the hell of his palm against your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. Your breath jumped in your throat as he did.

He spread his fingers, brushing them over where your arousal was most obvious. Your underwear was soaked.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked, missed me that much huh?” There was that playful tone in his voice, being this close to you was never not exciting and fun to him. And he knew you needed it right now.

“You’re so smug.”

“You love it.”

“Take these off for me please sweetheart.” Eddie sucked in his breath and snapped the waistband of your panties against your hip bone.

You climbed out of his embrace to stand, quickly pushing down your jeans into a puddle on the floor, your panties being discarded alongside them.

“Shirt too?” You looked at him from where he was standing, he was grinning from ear to ear seeing you without your bottoms on. “Only if you want to, sweetheart.”

Simultaneously Eddie was frantically undoing his belt, raising his hips so he could slide out of his pants as best as he could. He reached out his arms to welcome you back into his embrace.

Keeping your shirt on for now, deciding you would always be able to forgo it later if you wanted to, you walked back over to the edge of the bed and Eddie gripped the back of your thigh pulling you into his lap and swinging your leg around his back, wrapping them around his middle.

You giggled and pushed his hair out of his face so you could dip down and kiss him. A quiet groan growing in his throat as your bare already leaking cunt rubbed up against his boxers.

Eddie snuck his hand between your bodies to press lazy quick circles to your clit, enjoying the drawn out sounds that spilled from your lips and into your shared kiss. His other hand grabbed the back of your neck, not letting your lips leave his.

You could feel him straining against the fabric of his boxers as you continued to grind down on him, you had already wanted him for so long today you were far beyond the point of needy. Your fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down as far as you could.

You didn’t have to say anything, the two of you were so used to each other at this point that your bodies spoke for you. Eddie helped you shed his boxers, pushing them far enough down that he would be able to enter you.

Awkwardly lifting yourself as much as you could, Eddie grabbed his painfully hard cock in his hand. “Sweetheart you’re dripping.” He groaned in your ear as he swiped himself through your folds, gathering your arousal and slick, letting it coat him.

Carefully Eddie pushed the tip of his cock into you. “Whenever you’re ready.” He whispered in your ear and his hands came to rest at your waist, holding you in place carefully.

He was so big, you could never take him all the way to the hilt in one go. Your body shuddered as you felt that familiar pain and pleasure from how he stretched you out. Eddie’s fingers continued toying with your clit.

Finally you bottomed out and a breathy moan lingered on your lips, you could feel Eddie twitch inside of you as you gently rolled your hips against him a couple of times, trying to get used to the size of him.

“Better?” He raised his eyebrows at you and he pouted slightly at you, there was genuine concern in his voice as he spoke. His hands came to rest at your waist, gently squeezing you through your shirt and you could feel his cold rings. You eased into his touch, finally starting to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. “Much.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He was speaking to you so softly, with such care in his voice. “It’s just the same stuff as always, long shifts and that coworker was really rude to me again.”

“Yeah?” Eddie chimed in just to make sure you knew he was still listening and checked into what you were saying, but he just wanted to hear you talk about what was wrong.

“She was horrible, and she was making comments about me to Ally and I just felt so bad about myself.”

“Mmmh and what did she say?”

“I think I heard her call me a slut.”

“Hey-” Eddie said to grab your attention, your eyes darting up to meet his. There was a serious hint to his tone, but when your eyes landed on his face there was nothing but his normal playful smile. “You’re my slut ok?”

You could tell by his tone that he was joking, not that he was too far off course. Something about how Eddie could be so casual with you, listening about how your day had been, cracking jokes or simply sitting in a comfortable shared silence, even in situations like these made you feel special. You couldn’t help but love how he made you feel like the most important person in the world.

This wasn’t just about sex, he didn’t simply just want to get his dick wet. It proved all the feelings you shared for one another were real and echoed in the other person. Intimacy. That was what you were feeling bubbling in your chest.

“You might be correct there.” Your laugh echoed his. Urging to find his hand and lacing your fingers with his.

“Fuck her- she doesn’t- even- know you.” Eddie pecked at your lips in between his words, not letting you get in any counter arguments and making you giggle. “Feel better now?”

“Much better.”

“Still want to sit here for a bit?”

“Please?” You never even needed to say please, Eddie would have done anything for you if you simply asked. If he could, Eddie would give you the entire world. “Of course my love, you know I love it when you sit on me.” He cooed softly in your ear before placing another kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” He rested his free hand against the side of your face, his thumb placed just at the corner of your mouth. His eyes completely fixated on your lips.

“I love you too.” Eddie loved seeing the way your mouth moved when you said those words.

Those four little words would never fail to make Eddie’s heart flutter, hearing them from your lips was like music no one would ever be able to replicate. And a part of him envied you for being able to create such beautiful sounds. They might simply have been four small little words uttered from your lips, but to him they meant everything.

He brought your lips to his, kissing you as if you were the last thing left on his mind. His teeth scraping over your bottom lip before taking it between them, biting down gently on it before letting your lip go. With each kiss you shared you could feel yourself moving your hips just a little, quickly earning a little smack to the side of your thigh telling you to sit still.

Feeling him inside of you for this long was incredible, but it was also agony. Taking up every ounce of your concentration to not grind down on him. The temptation growing with each passing second.

It didn’t take long before Eddie became antsy. His hands wondering your body, curiously exploring the familiar valleys and peaks of you that he had been so careful to familiarise himself with.

Eddie’s lips reluctantly left your mouth in pursuits of your neck, leaving your lips covered in saliva and swollen. Carefully he placed kisses along the side of your jaw, finding the spot closest to your ear that always made you melt in his arms.

But he was nowhere near satisfied, he was your distraction, your escape, and he wanted to be that for as long as possible. Currently it was taking everything in him to not let himself go and fuck you into the bed until he fucked you silly. His lips were so focused on his neck, leaving mark after mark with his lips, his teeth, warding off any thought about fucking you properly just yet.

“I love this neck of yours babygirl…” His words were long and drawn out, the vibrations of them against your hot sensitive and marked skin sent your head spinning. “The way I can feel your heartbeat when I kiss right here-” Eddie paused for emphasis and placed his lips right above your artery. “Or how your breath hitches in your throat, the vibrations of your voice, your moans and whimpers. Y’know I love every part of you so much.”

“These legs of yours, the hours I have spent between them, marking you up so you look all pretty for me.” His fingers were massaging into the dough of your thighs, and you could feel the cold sting of his metal rings against your hot flushed skin. “And all wrapped around me, holding onto me for dear life as you sit so nicely on my cock, being so good for me.”

His words were driving you crazy, making you sporadically clench around him as he spoke. Eddie’s lips were still at your neck, close to your ear as he whispered to you. Quickly it became obvious just how lost in you he was.

“Your hips, I love seeing the way they roll against mine when you ride me, the curve of them when you wear that dress of yours I think you look so stunning in.” His hands had moved from your thighs to your waist, using them as leverage to make you grind down on his cock. “Then again you could wear anything- or nothing at all and I would still find you drop dead gorgeous.”

“God don’t get me started on your arms-” Eddie made a point to run his hands down the entire length of your arm. “How you always wrap them around my shoulders when I hug you, pulling me in closer. Your fingers so easily tangle themselves in my hair when I kiss you. And your hands-” Eddie grabbed your hand, quickly lacing his fingers with yours and giving the back of your hand a soft kiss with his swollen lips. “I love seeing them between mine when I hold your hand.”

“I love your stomach, I love wrapping my arms around you and just feeling how soft you are against me. It makes me feel so safe, so at home just with you.”

You struggled to find the words to respond to his, however you also knew they most likely weren’t needed and that he was intently focused on you in this moment more than anything else.

“Obviously I love my girls.” Eddie pressed his face against your still clothed chest, but he didn’t care. “No amount of praises spilled could ever be enough to tell you how much I love them.” His hands cupped your boobs through your shirt and gave them enough of a squeeze to make your head fall back and a moan escape from your lips.

“And don’t even get me started on how much I love this sweet, sweet, pussy of yours.” His words had your head spinning, struggling to hold onto him. “So tight for me no matter how many times I stretch you out like this, always taking me so well. The way you react when I add just the right amount of pressure to your clit-”

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Eddie’s face was buried against the side of your neck, the strays of his hair were tickling your skin. His slightly chapped lips still worked their way over the sensitive skin of your neck and you were sure you would be waking up to a collar of purple marks in the morning. “So beautiful.” He echoed and moved so he could look up at you.

And god, didn’t you look pretty? Perched on top of his lap, your eyes were glossy, and your eyelashes were damp with your tears. His hand grabbing at your face, using his thumb to swipe away a couple of your tears as he grinned at you.

“And your lips, I can’t forget your lips. So sweet, so delicate. Always so smooth and soft against mine when I kiss you.” He leaned in to press an open mouthed kiss to your lips. “And so tempting.”

You had been reduced to nothing but a pathetic whimpering mess in Eddie’s embrace. Completely slumped against his chest, your hands splayed against his torso and you were unable to carry your own weight. Cries falling from your mouth whenever he moved, pushing himself further inside of you to where you needed him most, but refusing to give you what you so desperately wanted, still insisting on dragging out the moment for as long as he could.

“So are you going to let me ravage this absolutely lovely body of yours?” Eddie asked but you both knew it wasn’t a question. Your hips were already sloppily trying to grind down on him as best you could, but your strength was completely gone.

Letting you fall onto your back, your knees apart. Cheeks flushed with a light pink and lips parted trying to drag as much air into your lungs as you could.

He finally shed his shirt before he climbed above you, his hand wrapping around your wrist and holding it above your head to help steady himself. The other helping guide himself back into you.

You were a sopping wet mess for him, loose and already fucked out even before your orgasm. Eddie pushed back into you with ease until his pelvic bone brushed against yours. Letting you adjust to the size of him for a brief moment before he started to snap his hips against yours.

Both of you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last long, he was already twitching inside of you desperate to cum. But that wasn’t going to stop him, his lips were pressed together in a thin line as he concentrated on fucking you.

The soft mattress giving into his weight as he rolled his hips against yours with each thrust, your ass pressing against the sheets as he fucked you against the bed. The sound of your keening cries filled the empty spaces in his room. Your boobs moved beneath your shirt with each movement of his hips against yours.

Eddie was completely transfixed on you, seeing your body reacting to his movements, inviting him in further with each thrust, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and the wetness that was dripping from you and onto the sheets. You were mesmerising to watch, you were his own personal porn.

Eddie picked up on the tell tale signs of your orgasm, your free hand was clawing at his back trying to drag him in closer and you were crying his name like a prayer. And he knew he wasn’t far behind. His hand grabbed onto your leg, helping you snake it around his waist so he could pound into you from another angle.

Each brush of his cock against your g-spot made stars dance in front of your vision and you struggled to breathe, each of his thrusts forceful enough to knock the air out of your lungs.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself falling over the familiar edge sending your orgasm crashing through your body. White hot ropes of pleasure rang through your body and your back arched slightly off the sticky sheets. You were clenching around him, practically begging him to follow you.

Eddie’s orgasm almost immediately followed yours. Feeling you tightening around him until you couldn’t anymore made his cock twitch with pleasure inside of you before he released. Shooting ropes of his sticky sweet cum into you.

He was completely blinded by his own orgasm as he repeatedly thrusted into you. Both of you were panting as you were coming down from your highs. He lazily thrusted into you a couple of extra times for good measure making you throw your hands over your face.

“Don’t worry I’m done- I’m done.” He dipped down and pressed a kiss to your cheek. Slowly pulling his now soft dick out of you shuddering as he heard your weak whimpers as he did, the soft sounds tugging at his heart strings.

He grabbed his discarded shirt, using it to quickly wipe himself down before he moved to where you were laying on his bed. Your hands still covering your face, chest rising and falling in rapid succession as you tried to recover. Properly fucked out. Carefully he wiped down your thighs, taking his time when he noticed you tensing.

Eddie tossed the shirt back onto the floor, eager to climb back into bed with you. His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you onto his chest with ease, before pulling his blanket around you. He let his hands run down the ridge of your shoulder blades and down the valley of your back.

“Thank you.” You mumbled softly and Eddie felt his heart melt in his chest. “Nothing to thank me for darling, it was my pleasure.” He chuckled softly, his arms hooking under your armpits to drag you up to him.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” He mumbled against your lips fast enough to make you giggle from the sensation, and you knew he meant every single word. “I love you too.” You said when he finally pulled away from the kiss.

“Eddie?” You asked with big eyes and he hummed at you in response. “Did you mean everything you said?” There was just the slightest amount of insecurity tainting your voice.

“Every single word and more.” He gave you his wicked smile before he placed a soft kiss on your nose. “However I did forget to mention how beautiful you are when you cum around my cock.”

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The Dungeon Master and the Cheerleader - Eddie Munson X F! Henderson! Reader

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F! Henderson! Cheerleader! Reader

Warnings - Mentions of cigarettes, me being a dnd nerd, probably some continuity errors

Word Count - 5.2k (yes i went crazy writing this)

Summary - What if the pretty cheerleader Eddie has been looking at turns out to be Dustin's sister, and she wants to learn about dungeons and dragons?

Request from @uglypastels : i mean, you already know what it is as we literally just discussed this face to face BUT the reader pretending not to know anything about DnD as an excuse to talk to Eddie so he can "teach" her. and maybe she slips up at the end, but hell, maybe Eddie already realised she knew but he just enjoyed talking about his favourite thing to a pretty girl so its all fluffy k, byeee (but not really)

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

Her interest in Dungeons and Dragons had started a couple of years ago, seeing her brother play with his friends intrigued her and it wasn't long before she had stolen and read the entire players guide front to back more times than she could count.

Which had led to countless character sheets created and stuffed away in her folder along with unused campaign ideas. Because no matter how much she fell in love with the game, she didn't actually have anyone to play with.

She had no party, and she knew that her friends wouldn't be interested in spending hours on end exploring a pretend fantasy world and fighting all sorts of fictional and mythological monsters.

She had heard about the Hellfire Club, the resident group for the Dungeons and Dragons nerds. The ones who met up in the backstage of the theatre department every Friday after school to play.

But she had never dared join a campaign, maybe it was because she was scared of being judged by her friends. Or that maybe she was worried that she wasn't good enough as she had never actually played before.

She simply observed them from a distance, quick glances over to their table during lunch. And they weren't difficult to spot with their signature black and white tees they wore.

But the most prominent member of Hellfire, Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. He was impossible to miss, with his signature leather jacket and battle vest combination. With long curly hair, soft brown eyes and probably the kindest smile she had ever seen in her life.

The first time she had met Eddie Munson they had both been partaking in the Hawkins Middle charity talent show. Eddie had been playing guitar in his little garage band formed of misfits and outcasts. And she had been with the official middle school cheerleader group.

The guitar he was using was borrowed and way too big for him, but he didn't care. It was the first time he got to stand on a proper stage and play music.

Backstage Eddie had complimented her on her routine, and eloquently introduced himself as Eddie Munson the guitarist of Corroded Coffin. That was before he had received his covenant title of 'The Freak'.

After the talent show they didn't see each other much, she would wave at him in the hallway and he would return it with his soft smile. Eddie graduated middle school ahead of her and after that she didn't see him much.

They would occasionally bump into each other in the hallways of Hawkins High from time to time. But they never exchanged anything more than just a couple of words in passing here and there. She was still a cheerleader, and he was growing more and more into his persona with every passing day.

But she still kept finding her eye pulled towards him every now and then. They shared two classes after all.

So she might have a little crush on Eddie. Which hadn't been an issue last year, she had no reason to interact with him and could simply just admire him from a safe, comfortable distance which guaranteed she would not be making a fool out of herself.

However that all changed when her brother started high school and was immediately drafted into the group.

Suddenly she had all the excuses in the world to start interacting with the Hellfire Club. Looking over at their table during lunch, walking past maybe a little more than she needed to, offering to pick up Dustin after campaigns.

She still remembered the first time she picked up Dustin from Hellfire. Still donned in her green and white cheer uniform after having cheered at that night's football game.

When she arrived they hadn't finished yet, and instead of waiting outside she had taken a seat, an exclusive inside peek into a Hellfire club campaign. Dustin would never stop talking about all the things Eddie would do, and she so desperately wanted to see it in action.

Her fascination for Dungeons and Dragons had started with Dustin's total inability to stop talking about it after all.

It was fascinating seeing them play, how invested they all were in their characters and the plot going on. But her eyes did not leave Eddie once. The way he talked, his body language, the intensity and the spark in his eyes. It was enchanting to sit and watch.

She had never really paid much attention to the crew outside of the quick glances she would cast in their direction. These people were quick to be written off as the nerd and losers of Hawkins High.

But they all seemed so careless, so free in this space where they could just be themselves together as a group. She couldn't help but envy that just a little bit.

As she sat there looking at them, and especially at him. She couldn't help but notice all the little details about Eddie. the way he laguaged, accompanied by that stupidly bright smile which made butterflies appear in her stomach.

Eddie really wasn't the freak everyone made him out to be. Maybe he was still the same kid from the talent show that loved music and fantasy. And she couldn't find anything wrong with that.

"Heeeeey, hellooooo." Dustin's voice ripped her from her trance, she had zoned out. "Earth to Henderson helloooo, we gotta goooo." He waved a hand in her face and she simply shot him a glare.

"Hey, dont disrespect your sister Henderson." Eddie's voice sounded from where he was still standing, papers and books wedged in his hands as he packed up his station. "Besides, how can one not be totally fascinated with the Disciples of Damnation? It's a fantastic campaign."

The words made her cheeks flush ever so slightly with pink and she stared at the floor, terrified to look over at him.

"You got your stuff?" She asked Dustin, failing to notice the bag that was already slung over his shoulder. "Anyone else need a ride? Mike? Lucas?" She raised her voice and looked at the two other boys that had practically been joined at the hip with her brother for years.

Both of the boys simply shook their heads and Mike mumbled something about Nancy coming to give both of them a ride home. She just grabbed her keys and dragged Dustin out of the theatre department.

"What's gotten you so distracted?" Dustin asked as they walked to the car. "Just tired from the game."

"You were rude to Eddie by not answering him."

"I'm sure he'll live."

After that first time she offered to pick up Dustin every week, and he didn't seem to mind. He much preferred hitching a ride than walking or biking all the way home.

And over the next couple of weeks she kept entertaining the idea of Eddie in her mind more frequently. She most definitely had a crush on him.

Wondering what it would be like to run her fingers through his curly hair. To feel the cold metal of his rings against her skin. Thinking about how his chapped lips might feel against her lips or her neck.

Each time she picked up Dustin they interacted a little bit more. A couple of words exchanged here and there, Eddie's flirty persona had her flustered way too easily but she had mustered up the courage to compliment his shirt once.

Maybe picking up Dustin was an excuse to talk to Eddie, to look at him a little bit. But it worked out for both of them.

But she still tried to keep that distance between them, that comfortable distance where she knew she could protect her feelings and make sure her heart wasn't going to break.

Besides, she could never do that to Dustin. He practically worshipped the ground Eddie walked on. And she couldn't blame him, Eddie had this air about him. He refused to be someone he wasn't just to fit in and she admired that about him.

He gladly ran dungeons and dragons for the other students simply because he wanted to, and it gave others the space to be themselves.

She would be lying to herself if she said she hadn't noticed the uptick in Dustin's behaviour after he was enlisted in Hellfire. After years of bullying and teasing he had finally found a group that accepted and included him.

There is no way she could take that away from him by doing something stupid. It would be 

cruel and malicious. Whatever feelings she might have for Eddie were fleeting and nothing compared to how she felt for Dustin.

So this would have to do, small stolen looks when no one was looking and a couple of words exchanged once a week. She would have to settle for that, and she was ok with that.

—

It was no secret that Eddie Munson was special. He was the leader of the Hellfire Club. He fearlessly led the band of nerds and outcasts that resided within the halls of Hawkins High. 

It was also no secret to anyone who knew him that he had a type. The older members of the Hellfire club knew this very well.

They had seen Eddie's various small flings with different cheerleaders through the years.

Eddie almost had a heart attack then and there when she walked into Hellfire club. Immediately noticing her from the talent show, and from the previous years they had spent together at Hawkins High.

Quickly scanning the faces of the freshmen in front of him he deduced she must be Henderson's older sister. Shocked, someone like him would have a sister on the cheer team.

Never would he ever think that the worm Dustin Henderson would be picked up by one of the senior cheerleaders.

And sure, somewhere in him he knew he shouldn't be ogling at one of the siblings of the Hellfire like he was a kid looking at toys in a toy store.

But he couldn't help but just a little bit, she was still wearing her uniform, her hair all messy and cheeks a little flushed from having cheered for the past few hours.

Almost instantly he got a warning glare from Garreth, which he simply shrugged off.

"That's Henderson's sister you do know that right?" Garreth approached him after both Dustin and his sister had left, but his voice was still quiet, not wanting to alert any of the other members still hanging around.

"I do." Eddie curly responded.

"Eddie, don't even think about it." Garreth had warned him, and Eddie agreed he wouldn't. That was a lie, in fact he thought about it a lot. Technically, he had known her before he had known Dustin.

It wasn't helped by the fact that she started picking up Dustin from Hellfire almost every week. But it was when she didn't come to pick him up and Eddie felt a little pang of disappointment that he realised that he was developing a crush.

Previously he had simply shrugged it off to a pretty face and seen her in a short cheer skirt. However, that moment made him bite his tongue for a moment.

"Henderson, where's your sister?" Eddie had gathered up the courage to ask after he had finished the session. "Dunno, she said something about a date."

A date. Eddie's blood ran cold for a second and he could have sworn he was going to see red. He knew it wasn't justified, he hadn't ever actually spoken with her more than a couple of flirty comments here and there as she picked up Dustin.

But it still made his blood boil. She was out somewhere, on a date with someone. That wasn't him.

And so started his master plan, and it started with the need of a new Hellfire member.

—

"Henderson!" Eddie grinned from ear to ear as he approached the freshman standing with Mike next to their lockers. "We need a new member for tomorrow's session, is Y/N free?"

"Can't we just use one of the regular subs?" No, no they could not. Technically Eddie could simply talk to her, ask her out when he saw her. But that almost seemed too easy, and slightly wrong. Plus there was no way in hell that she would say yes to going out with him, so he would have to play the long game with this one.

“And besides, didn't you mention she had some interest in playing?” Eddie realised he must have looked crazy, wide eyed and staring the freshmen down.

“Yeah like a couple of years ago? I doubt she would be interested now.” Eddie huffed slightly, feeling himself becoming increasingly annoyed. “Just ask her will ya?”

That seemed to intimidate them enough to turn heel and run, muttering some excuse about going to look.

—

"Hey Y/N!" Dustin's voice carried through the library. Making plenty of students turn heads to look at who was being loud. Dustin was accompanied by Mike and she was shooting them both daggers as they made their way over to the table she was sitting at alone.

"Could you be any louder?" She berated them in a hushed voice as they sat down at the table. Her books and papers were strewn out over the table, desperately trying to cram in just a little bit more studying before Mr. Kaminsky's test later. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Do you want to join Hellfire tomorrow?" Dustin completely ignored everything she had said, too couped up in his own thoughts and priorities to care. "Eddie says we need an extra player and everyone else is busy soooo..."

Dustin gave her the big eyes he always used when he wanted something from her. It was clear they were desperately trying to fulfil an order set by Eddie, both of the boys looked slightly panicked as if they needed her to say yes.

Of course she wanted to join Hellfire, more than anything. But at the same time that would mean having to spend a night in the same room as Eddie, and she didn't know if she would be able to handle that.

"So I'm your last pick for an extra?" She raised an eyebrow at her brother, enjoying seeing him panic further. "No just- we need- and-" He struggled to find the words to explain himself away.

"And besides, have you ever thought about the fact that I have my own life? My own friends? I have plans." She looked him dead in the eye as she spoke.

"Bullshit, I know practice was cancelled tomorrow and that you were planning on renting a video and falling asleep with Mews on the couch."

"Mews? Who's mews?" She heard his voice behind her, immediately her blood went cold and she froze in her seat. Slowly turning to look at him, convinced her face was completely pale and void of any colour.

And there he stood, the leader of Hellfire. Eddie Munson, asking about her cat of all things.

"Mews? Who's mews?" She heard his voice behind her, immediately her blood went cold and she froze in her seat. And before she knew it Eddie slit down into one of the empty seats across from her.

She slowly looked up at him, convinced her face was completely void of any colour. And there he sat, the leader of Hellfire. Eddie Munson, asking about her cat of all things.

His usual goofy smile was plastered to his face, creating those dimples that always managed to make her slightly weak. She could see his dimples and how when he smiled his eyes lit up just a little.

"Our cat." Dustin responded like it was absolutely nothing, while she was completely tongue tied and totally staring at Eddie. "So what do you say?" Eddie asked and crooked his head a little bit.

Just enough that she could spot the black outline of a tattoo peeking out of the collar of his shirt. Her mind was still totally blank.

Dustin kicked her under the table and she snapped back to reality. "Sorry, what?"

"What do you say, want to join Hellfire tomorrow?" Eddie looked at her, and she was convinced this was all just a big prank. "The worm says you might be interested."

"I- I've never played." Which was technically true, she had never played and for now she was hoping it would work as a half assed excuse. "I would just be an inconvenience." 

She gave him a weak smile and prayed the excuse would work.

"Nonsense, I'll help you through the basics. Get you all set up." Before she could protest Eddie had gotten up out of his seat. "Tomorrow at lunch, the picnic table behind the football field."

Dustin and Mike immediately followed Eddie out of the library and she was once again left sitting alone. Completely dumbfounded as to what had just happened.

And she was about to be caught in a lie.

—

She should have come clean the second she showed up in the woods and saw him sitting at the table already waiting for her. But some part of her did really want to sit next to Eddie Munson and get his help to create a new character.

He was already there when she arrived, probably skipped the previous class to prepare. Something about the thought excited her, that he would skip class for her. But she knew that in reality Eddie Munson probably skipped classes quite frequently.

"So how much will I need to teach you? Dustin mentioned you already had an interest." Eddie said as she sat down, he gestured for her to sit next to him instead of opposite him like she had planned.

She thought of the already made character sheet that was tucked into her bag just in case.

“I suppose a little bit of everything?” She looked at him questioningly with big eyes and Eddie swore he could melt right then and there. “Just so I understand the very basics and then I’ll manage from there.”

And just like that Eddie started teaching her, if she was being honest she wasn’t listening to what he was saying, not that she needed to. Simply smiling and nodding along to whatever he was saying, providing input here and there when it was needed. Things like character names, which race and class she wanted to play.

Settling on a chaotic good half elf cleric.

“So these empty boxes right here.” Eddie used the tip of his pen to point on the paper. “These will be your spellcasting slots, when you use a spell one will fill up until you have the time to rest and recover.”

He was sitting next to her on the bench, their legs touching as he carefully guided her through the character sheet in front of her that she could already recite in her sleep. Eddie was wearing his regular ripped jeans, and she was just in a regular plain cotton skirt, feeling the rough denim against her soft bare skin.

“Now as you’re starting level one you will only have two spells to use, so it won't be too complicated.” Eddie was smiling so wide as he spoke, his heart fluttering whenever he felt her move.

"Roll these for me will you sweetheart?" Eddie said and dropped a couple of six sided dice in front of her. The use of the nickname made butterflies appear in her stomach and she bit into her bottom lip to keep herself from smiling like a crazy person. 

Eddie had a couple of dice out, helping her roll up a new character. His players manual laid open on the table in front of them, his messy handwriting decorating the pages in notes and comments along the margins.

She couldn't place her finger on it exactly, but Eddie seemed almost giddy to be sitting there with her helping her make a character sheet. She almost felt bad lying to him, almost.

Quickly grabbing the die and rolling the die, letting them scatter over the table. "What we're doing now is rolling for your abilities, but don’t worry I can do all the math for you."

Eddie just kept talking, he knew he was rambling on but having her so close was making him so nervous he couldn’t help himself. He was taking note of her rolls quickly working out the math, not even noticing that she was rolling for abilities he hadn’t explained yet.

“Yeah just like that, see you’re a natural already!” Eddie jokingly elbowed her side, noticing that she was a little tense. “Well I haven’t played yet.”

“You’ll do great, I just know it.” She turned to look at him and she found his eyes looking directly at hers. It was only when she was sitting this close she could actually see his eyes. They were such a deep rich dark brown, a kind that she could so easily get herself lost in. There were so many parts of his face she had never noticed before when she only looked at him from a distance.

The slightly faded scar that ran just outside his eyebrow. His dimples when he smiled. The ever so faintest dusting of freckles across his nose. The faint smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne hung in the air as she breathed him in.

But while she was looking at his eyes, his eyes were staring at her lips, Eddie was totally unable to  look away. Only imagining what it would be like to lean in and brush his lips against hers.

“Let’s hope so.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, her heart was in her throat. Neither of them realising how long they had been sitting there staring. Both of them ripped out of their trance when they heard the faint sound of the lunch bell ringing in the distance.

“Shit.” She exclaimed and quickly started gathering her stuff, shoving it into her bag without much care. “I’m sorry I have to go I’ve heard talk that there will be a pop quiz and I can’t let this grade slip more than it already has and I-”

Eddie laughed as she rambled away, watching her pack up her bag and slinging it over her shoulders. “No worries sweetheart.” He bit his bottom lip quickly. “After 6th period in the drama room!” Eddie called after her as she rushed back towards the school.

—

She had been counting down the minutes waiting for the end of 6th period, more and more anxious with each tick the clock made. Feeling her nerves starting to settle in, that pit of anxiety in her stomach quickly gathered.

And before she knew it she was standing in front of the drama department, the character sheet her and Eddie had started during lunch clutch in her hand. On the paper his handwriting intertwined with hers. She had spent the rest of the day filling out the blanks of the sheet, creating  herself a little firecracker of a cleric.

This was going to be fun, she kept telling herself. Maybe if she said it enough the nerves in her stomach would subside. She could feel the nerves all the way out into her fingertips making them go numb with anxiety and worry.

Taking one final breath and opening the door, most of the players had already arrived and were sitting around the table. And of course, at the head of the table in a gothic throne he had stolen from the drama department sat Eddie Munson.

He was setting up his screen and placing mini figures around the map. But he lifted his gaze as he heard the door slam shut behind her, flashing her a smile that made her weak in the knees.

Eddie gestured to the empty seat that was free next to her, without words telling her to sit down. And she was not about to protest.

It didn’t take long before everyone arrived and the game began, some part of her must have kicked into auto pilot and the nerves subsided.

Eddie guided them through the session so effortlessly, barely having to consult his notes as he narrated. He was pulling out all the stops, all of his NPC impressions were dialled up and there was an extra bit of energy in everything he did.

“Hey younger Henderson.” Eddie called out to Dustin and she looked down at the floor to hide her smile. “Hitch a ride home with Wheeler will you? Your sister being the newbie she’s on clean up duty.”

Dustin couldn’t argue with that, he had been on his fair share of cleaning duty when he had joined Hellfire. In his mind it was only fair.

Quickly they were both left alone, quietly cleaning up the mess left behind by the other party members.

"You know, you're a really bad liar." Eddie finally said and broke the silence between them. After hours of thinking that is what he chose to lead this conversation with. He had to muster up all the courage he could. Eddie was absolutely determined to do this.

"Me?" Heat immediately rushed to her cheeks at the accusation. "What- what have I lied about?" Great, and now she was stammering, a great look for someone practically lying through their teeth.

"It is so clear that you know more than you are letting on." Eddie laughed and slowly started walking towards her. "And then you kept using all the terminology so fluently, you knew all the dice, how all the turns worked."

"Maybe I just have a really great teacher." That made Eddie laugh more. "Sweetheart, I'm good but I'm not that good."

"How long have you known?" Her voice was so quiet he could barely hear it.

"Well I've been suspecting ever since earlier at lunch." He was standing right in front of her, close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin. "But this-" he gestured to her, "just confirmed everything I was thinking."

"And you have a tell." She looked at him questioningly. "Right here." Eddie lifted his hand to her face and ran his thumb over her eyebrow. "You knit your eyebrows together whenever you lie."

But Eddie didn't let his hand drop, instead he let it rest against her face.

"Are you mad?" 

"Mad? Why would I ever be mad?" 

"Well I did lie to you."

"Eh, it was cute so I'll let it slide."

“Cute?” She asked him a little shyly, Eddie was practically standing flush against her, her back against the playing table. “You think I’m cute?”

Eddie's eyes were back to staring at her lips, barely registering what she was saying.

“Sweetheart I think you’re absolutely adorable.” His face was only a couple of inches away from hers. But never had a couple of inches felt like such a vast distance. Eddie wondered what it would be like to lean in and brush his lips against hers. To feel her nose bump against his own.

Her eyes scanned his face, unsure what to make of the words coming out of his mouth.

“We shouldn’t do this.” Her voice was breathless and slow as she spoke, trying to ground herself. “No we shouldn’t.” Eddie murmured in agreement, inching just a little bit closer to her, just barely hovering over her lips. It would be so easy to lean in and close the space between them.

But both of them knew that if they did, they would be crossing a line and they would be at a point of no return.

“Tell me you want me to kiss you.”

“Eddie please kiss me-” She barely had time to finish the last word before Eddie slammed his lips against hers, finally closing the painfully short distance that had separated them.

Eddie tasted exactly like what she had expected him to. Like stale cigarettes and cinnamon gum. It was an intoxicating combination which only drew her in further. Her hands rested against his chest, feeling his chest through his signature Hellfire shirt.

And she was like a drug he had never had before, the way her lips moved against his quickly sent Eddie into a craze. He knew he would never be able to get enough of this feeling.

Weeks, months of longing fueled the kiss. It was desperate, needy and messy. His lips moved against hers so effortlessly and it knocked the air out of her lungs. The open mouthed kiss sweeping them both of their feet.

Eddie’s hand moved from her face and to the back of her neck, gripping it firmly so he could move her to exactly where he wanted her. Neither of them ever wanted this moment to end but eventually Eddie pulled away, the need for oxygen becoming too great.

Both of them were on a crazed high from the kiss and slightly dizzy. Still close enough that they breathed the same air. Lips swollen and wet with saliva.

“Do you have any idea how long I have wanted to do that?” Eddie said between heavy breaths, desperately trying to pull air back into his lungs. The smile on his lips was priceless. “I might have an idea.”

His hand snaked down her body, gripping the backs of her thighs and guiding her to sit down on the table. Spreading her legs so he could fit between them. Eddie moved his frame around her smaller one. One of his hands stayed on her thigh while the other was splayed against the expanse of her back, resisting the urge to tug at the hem of her shirt.

While her hands had snaked around his neck and shoulders to stabilise herself, her fingers were mindlessly playing and tugging at the strands of hair at the back of his neck.

His eyes were so dark she could swear she could see her reflection in them. How she could easily spend hours sitting there admiring his face.

“Can I kiss you again?” She didn’t bother to respond, only used her arms to pull his face to hers and connected their lips once more. The second kiss was softer, slower. Both of them wanted to savour the feeling of each other. Wanting to memorise as much as they could in the small amount of stolen time they had.

She could feel Eddie’s hand push up her skirt just a little so he could grab onto the bare skin of her thigh. The cold sting of his metal rings against her warm skin sending sparks flying through her body.

It didn’t take long before Eddie’s lips moved from hers and to her jaw, taking his sweet time kissing along her jaw bone before letting them trail over the sensitive skin of her neck. Her skin was so soft, just a hint of sweetness remaining from her morning perfume. Eddie never wanted this moment to end.

When Eddie pulled his lips away from her neck to press another couple of quick kisses to her lips. And when he looked at her she couldn’t think of anything else to say so she simply said. “So when do I get my own Hellfire shirt?”

“Oh darling.” Eddie gently caressed her face and looked directly into her eyes. “You can just have mine.”

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Pretty Little Rings - Eddie Munson x F! Henderson! Cheerleader! Reader 18+ version

Pairing - Eddie Munson x Cheerleader! Henderson! Reader

Summary - the story of how Eddie Munson came to wear a pretty dainty little ring instead of his usual big metal one, it also happens to be the unexpected sequel to the Dungeon Master and the Cheerleader but it can also be read as a stand alone

Warning - this is the 18+ version, smut, oral (f receiving), piv, ring fixation, choking, eddie munson being a fucking tease, making out, hickeys & bite marks, if you squint there might be plot

Word count - 4.9k

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Eddie was infamously famous for his look, the way he presented himself to the world. His clothes, with his classic home made battle jacket denim vest over one of his countless leather jackets. Especially the one with the broken zipper.

But there was one detail he would never go without, the heavy, thick, cheap metal rings that he wore on each hand. The ones that he would fiddle with when he got bored or distracted during class.

Eddie owned more rings than he could probably count, but he had his favourites that he wore almost every single day.

They were always the same four ones, three on his left hand and one on his right. That was until his skull ring seemingly disappeared. He was no longer wearing it. The heavy metal silver colored band had been replaced by a much thinner, smaller, daintier one.

Eddie appeared outside of her bedroom window, knocking against the glass window pane waiting for her to unlock it. He climbed through, trying to be as careful as he could to not knock over the various different knick knacks she used to decorate her room. Finishing off his whole spectacle with a quick bow. And she couldn’t help but laugh at him, despite how he might dress and act, he was an adorable goof deep inside.

Quickly chugging off his jacket and kicking off his boots, leaving them stranded somewhere in her room.

“There you are.” Eddie took the two long steps to close the distance that separated between them. His hands cupping her face and pulling her into a kiss. Letting his slightly chapped lips run over her smooth and soft ones. It felt like forever had passed since he kissed her last, since he had her in his arms. “Here I am.” She whispered back to him when Eddie reluctantly pulled away.

He stood there for a moment, holding her face in his hands for a moment, simply admiring the person standing in front of him. Even in the dark of her room he could still make out her features.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“I have someone who reminds me on a regular basis.” Eddie pressed a quick peck to her lips, savouring the feeling of her lips against his, knowing that each kiss they shared was a luxury.

It had been two and a half months since they had shared their first kiss in the backstage of the theatre department after her first session of a Hellfire campaign. Ever since then they had exchanged countless of quick stolen kisses between classes or in the quiet of her bedroom.

It was fun sneaking around with Eddie, he was a flirt, and spontaneous at that. She never knew when a note would be slipped into her locker, or when he’d pull her into an empty classroom. It was a kind of excitement she had never known before.

It didn’t take long before she found herself being constantly distracted, her mind kept wandering to him every opportunity it got. Eddie was a constant on her mind, she would count down the minutes until she got to be with him next.

Just seeing him around school in passing was more than enough to make butterflies appear in her stomach.

“I missed you today…” Eddie’s words trailed off and he shook her head playfully, making her hair fall in front of her face.

“You say that every time you know.”

“I also mean it every time.” He leaned in and placed another kiss to her lips, letting his hands tangle in her hair and pulling her impossibly close to him.

Their words were exchanged in hushed whispers, no one else should be home at this time, but there was no way they would be risking it. Besides, old habits die hard. Her mother finding out that she had been sneaking a boy into her room wasn’t even the first concern on her mind.

They were both absolutely terrified of her brother finding out. Which is why they usually never rendezvoused at her place, but with his uncle swapping shifts it became a little more complicated.

“Three days without kissing you is too much.” Eddie mumbled to her between kisses, he was kissing like a starved man. No matter what he would never be able to get enough of her. She hummed gently against his lips in agreement.

Eddie backed her onto her bed, not letting his lips leave hers for a second. Gently laying her back down against her soft bed sheets.

“And no one is home?” Eddie pulled away a couple of inches to look at her, his brown eyes gently scanning her face, there was always that little bit of concern still on his mind.

“Mom is working late and my brother is at the arcade for at least another hour.”

“A whole hour you say? I wonder what we could do with all of that time…” His eyes trailed down the length of her body, they almost seemed to darken as he did.

“Oh I do wonder.” She giggled, using her arms to pull him close and into another kiss.

“You smell nice.” Eddie whispered against her skin as he inhaled her scent, the vibrations sending shivers down her spine. He trailed his kisses down the column of her throat, restraining himself from leaving any marks where they might be visible.

“Had to shower after practice so I am all clean.” She sighed peacefully, enjoying the feeling of his lips against her skin.

“I can help you change that.” He laughed against her skin as he tugged at the top hem of her shirt trying to access more of her. “This- off- I want it off-” He said, referencing her shirt.

“Mhhh what's the magic word?” Eddie grunted against her and gently nipped at her skin with his teeth in frustration. Hearing her whine he gently lapped at her skin with his tongue to say sorry. “Please can I take your shirt off?”

“That’s what I like to hear, and yes, yes you may.” She loved riling him up, seeing that extra spark light up in his eyes was something she would never be able to get enough of.

“You’re a fucking tease- arms up.” She raised her arms in compliance and Eddie snuck his arms under her back, pulling her up enough that he could grab the bottom of her shirt and rip it off her body before letting her drop back down onto the bed with a soft thud.

“So beautiful…” The words were more for him than they were for her, but he couldn’t help himself. He had to take those extra seconds to admire her, to try and memorise every single inch of her body. It made being apart from her just a little bit easier.

“Love my girls.” Eddie chuckled to himself as he pressed his face up against her chest, not caring that her bra was still in the way. Finally having access to more of her skin. Skin that he could mark up all that he wanted to. There were already fading marks left along her chest and the tops of her boobs. The sight of which only riled Eddie up more.

It had been too long since he had her in his arms last, since he got to touch her. He needed to savour every single moment and touch that he could. But he was also so desperate for her, he needed to be touching every single inch of her body.

Eddie dragged his teeth over her soft supple skin, threatening to leave another mark. “May I please take this off sweetheart?” He had learned his lesson, and she could hear a hint of genuine desperation and pleading in his voice. Eddie tugged on the band of her bra, his fingers inching closer towards the clasp on the back.

She nodded feverishly and propped herself up on her elbows, helping him undo the clasp. Eddie tossed the article of clothing away from them like it had committed a crime. Letting her boobs run free.

“There we go much better don’t you think?” Eddie teased, his hands coming up to cup her breasts, letting his thumb run over one of her slightly pebbled nipples while he latched his mouth onto the other, sucking her nipple gently into his mouth.

Her breathing hitched in her throat and a breathy whimper left her lips, her back arching off the bed ever so slightly to meet his touches.

Eddie’s mouth was roaming every piece of free skin in front of him. Every now and then latching his lips onto her skin, creating new marks to accompany the old ones. He loved leaving marks on her that only the two of them could see.

Their pretty little secrets hidden away by her pretty tops or cheer uniform. Knowing what secrets lingered beneath the fabric always made him smile to himself, and make wicked evil thoughts run through his mind.

“Eddie please-” Her voice was breathy and ragged, her fingers were grasping at the roots of his hair.

“Shh- let me enjoy you for a moment sweetheart, we have a whole hour, remember?” He placed a tender kiss on the underside of her breast. “I haven’t seen you in forever.”

She whined in response, grabbing harder at his hair, her desperation for him growing with every moment he continued to tease her, and becoming evident by the growing wet patch on her underwear.

She had only been dressed in her shirt and a pair of pyjama shorts, with her shirt and bra discarded. It left her only in shirts which did not leave much up to Eddie’s imagination.

His hands were grasping at her hips as he painfully slowly kissed his way down her stomach, leaving soft, wet, open mouthed kisses to her skin until he reached the waistband of her shorts. Eddie hooked his fingers around the elastic, and he shot her a look, silently asking her permission to which she nodded, raising her hips ever so slightly to help slide out of her shorts.

She was down to just her panties, the cold air making her shiver ever so slightly. Eddie’s arms wrapped around her back and let his hands slide down to her ass, tugging her to the edge of the bed, so he could kneel between her legs, her ass hanging over the edge just a little bit as Eddie helped her support her weight.

“Someone looks excited.” He ran his knuckle over the outside of her panties, making a soft breathy moan leave her lips. A sound that Eddie wished he could record and play on a loop forever. He applied just the tiniest amount of pressure, and smirked as he saw her clench around nothing.

“Says the one with a tent.” She quipped back at him and smirked to herself. Of course she had noticed the growing bulge in his pants, and felt it press up against her. His arousal being a lot more visible than hers. Without saying anything Eddie pushed her underwear aside to admire her fully.

“Well you can't blame me when you have this pretty cunt for me to look forward to.” His hot breath against her pussy was unbearable, he hadn’t even touched her yet and she was already a complete mess for him down there.

“Can you hurry up and eat me out already Munson.” A frustrated groan left her lips and she fell backwards onto the bed, all her nerves going haywire as she waited for him.

“Magic word?” His eyes were completely fixated on her leaking pussy, her arousal starting to coat her folds and it made Eddie weak in the knees.

“Please hurry up and eat me out.” She whined, resting her feet behind his back and desperately trying to pull him closer to where she needed him most. “Well, I can’t argue with that now can I?”

Eddie pressed a quick kiss to the inside of her thigh before he dove in, his nose brushing against her clit briefly before he pressed his lips against it. Slowly moving his lips as he started to eat her out, enjoying every sound he managed to draw from her pretty lips.

He ran his tongue through her folds, the taste of her on his tongue was driving him wild. She was his own personal feast. Eddie loved eating her out, knowing that he was making her feel good always gave him his own personal high. And hearing all the sounds he could pull out of her made his head spin. Getting to eat her out was as much of a treat for him as it was for her.

She was writhing in the sheets, beads of sweat quickly formed along her chest coating her skin, her hands were grabbing at the sheets, tangling her fingers in them. Eddie knew just where she liked to be touched, he knew how to manipulate her just right.

Eddie sucked at her clit, letting his tongue run over it creating as much friction as possible. Her hips rocked forward, grinding against his face and Eddie groaned into her cunt in response.

She was desperate for anything he would give her. It had been so long since he touched her last and it was just a matter of time before she was going to cum. Eddie so expertly worked her over. His lips and tongue brought her closer to her anticipated release with every passing moment.

Her fingers moved from the sheets and into his hair, tangling themselves in his curly brown locks, holding him in place against her sopping wet cunt. A long string of moans falling from her lips intertwined with the pleads of his name.

The pressure in her stomach was becoming almost unbearable, her eyes squeezed shut and her head thrown back into the duvet. Eddie wanted her to cum so bad. Desperate to hear and feel her release. He hummed gently against her, pushing her closer towards her inevitable release.

“I want to see you cum- please let me see you cum.” Eddie was practically begging against her, just as desperate for her release as she was. His movements sped up as much as he could, turning sloppy as he brought her up to her edge. “Please cum for me…”

Her chest was rising and falling with heavy and hot pants as her orgasm hit her. Eddie never daring to stop lapping at her, carefully working her through your orgasm and making it last for as long as he could. He groaned against her as she released, his eyes completely fixated on her as she unravelled in front of him.

When Eddie finally pulled away from her, her thighs were shaking gently in his hands and she was struggling to catch her breath. He stood above her, gently letting his hand run up and down her thigh as he watched her come down from the orgasm. It stroked some part of his ego knowing that he had been the one to put her in this state.

“You know you’re staring right?”

“Just admiring the view.”

“Good view?”

“Fantastic view.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at him, he was a bit ridiculous but in the best way.

“You know you’re wearing an awful lot.” She scooted so she could sit up, her fingers quickly finding their way to the hem of his shirt that was sticking out of his black jeans. Jeans that weren’t doing a very good job at hiding his arousal. “We should do something about that right?”

Eddie’s hands came to rest over hers, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it off. Revealing his toned chest and arms decorated with his various tattoos. It didn’t matter how many times she had seen him without his shirt on, it was just as exciting as the first time.

“Better?”

“Almost.” She replied and her fingers grabbed onto his belt buckle, fiddling with it to get it open. Eddie chuckled softly at her as she struggled to get it open, his hand caressing her face gently. “Let me help you with that sweetheart.”

She fell backwards onto the bed with a soft sigh leaving her lips while Eddie made quick work of his pants and underwear. Reaching over into her bedside table and pulling out one of the condoms she had started to keep around, just on the chance he might be climbing through her window.

Eddie hissed quietly to himself as he rolled the condom down his length. He stood between her legs, knees on either side of him looking down at her. Letting his hand run up and down the length of him a couple of times for her to see, knowing what it was going to do to her.

“Please-” Despite her previous orgasm still lingering in her body she was growing increasingly desperate for another, he was so close, just within reach. But at the same time too far away.

“What? C’mon tell me what you want me to do.” He swiped the tip of his hard cock through her folds, making her shiver with pleasure. “Need you to ask for it sweetheart.”

“Please, I need you-” She reached her hands out to try and grab onto him, however she came up short but just a couple of inches, whimpering in frustration, only making Eddie smirk more. “Need me where exactly?”

“Fuck Eddie please I need you to fuck me.” Her words were breathy and half broken in her mouth. And while that was tempting, so very very tempting, Eddie had some other plans. He wrapped her legs around his waist, and snuck his arms around her back picking her up. Sitting down on the bed and placing her in his lap.

“Do you think you can manage to ride me?” Eddie pushed a couple of loose hairs out of her face, his hand coming to rest on her jaw and pulling her gaze to his eyes. “Can you do that for me sweetheart?”

He looked at her with those big brown doe eyes that she could never say no to, they had her in a trance and in that moment she was so desperate for him she would have done anything he asked. She nodded in response, letting her legs fall to either side of him straddling his lap and she raised her hips.

One of Eddie’s arms grabbed onto her waist, helping her steady herself. The other grabbed his hard and aching cock, groaning as he felt how her arousal was basically dripping onto the sheets below. He positioned himself just at her entrance, just barely pushing into her.

“Ready?” He asked softly, pressing a couple of soft kisses to her jaw and she nodded in response, slowly starting to lower herself onto him. Both of them shared a moan as she did. She stilled against him for a moment, trying to get used to the size of him.

No matter how many times they had sex she would never get used to the size of him, he stretched her open easily due to the size of her arousal, but it was still a tight fit.

“Eddie can you- can you help me?”

“Me?” He raised his eyebrows at her, a wicked smile forming against his lips. “No no no, you’re gonna have to do this one yourself.”

She whined and pouted at him in vain, desperately trying to gain just an ounce of sympathy from him. But Eddie’s evil smirk never budged from his face for a second.

Slowly she started moving her hips against his, gently grinding against him.

“Is this ok?” She hadn’t realised it but Eddie had moved his hand to her throat, gripping it ever so gently. The cool feeling of his ring against the pulsating of her throat was something she had never experienced before. And it ignited something in the pit of her stomach.

“Yes.” She answered simply, the feeling of his fingers around her throat edging her on, making her move her hips against him faster and with more force. Quickly setting a steady pace, letting her hips rise and fall against him.

“There you go pretty girl-” Eddie groaned as he felt her fully start to move against him, the grip he had on her throat tightening. “Go on, fuck yourself silly on my cock, let me see how much you want it.”

The dirty and slightly sadistic nature of his words edging her on further, the slight lack of oxygen to her brain was driving her wild. The feeling of Eddie splitting her open was making her melt, the pleasure in her core quickly building.

Eddie was murmuring sweet encouragements into her ear, only spurring her on further. “You’re doing so well for me, so so well for me.” He whispered against the shell of her ear, making shivers run down her spine. His voice was low and raspy as he spoke.

Despite his earlier words, his other hand was holding tightly onto her waist helping her move against him. Helping manipulate her body against him just the way he wanted to. The feeling of her slick soaked walls around him was better than any high he had ever experienced and it was taking every ounce of concentration to let her have control.

She looked at him through her eyelashes, her hand grabbing onto the wrist that was wrapped around her throat and holding eye contact with him. Eddie swore he could have cum right there on the spot she looked so hot fucking herself on his cock. It was captivating seeing the way she moved on his cock, how her face scrunched up as the tip of him rubbed against her g-spot, the whimpers and moans that fell from her lips.

Eddie leaned in and captured her lips with his, parting her lips and letting his tongue slip into her mouth. She clenched against him in response, making Eddie groan into her mouth in response.

It did not take long before her movements became erratic and quick, stars had started dancing along her peripheral vision and she could feel her body starting to go limp. Her head was spinning from the prolonged low exposure to oxygen and she was becoming increasingly desperate.

Eddie started thrusting up against her from below, his hips meeting hers with as much force as possible, making her boobs bounce against his chest. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in her small bedroom.

“You’re gonna cum for me before you pass out huh?” Eddie noticed how she was picking up the pace, how she would roll her hips against his with a little more force and how she was squeezing tighter around him with every passing moment. She could only muster up a couple of soft whimpers in response. Eddie could feel his own high rapidly building.

Her hips were rolling against his and she was practically bouncing on his cock, desperately chasing her orgasm.

Eddie used the hand at her waist to grab onto her, flipping her onto her back and quickly starting to pound into her. Her legs looped around his waist and gripped tightly onto him. His hand was still wrapped around her throat as he fucked her into the soft mattress with a hard unforgiving pace.

His hand sneaking behind their bodies, his fingers quickly finding her clit and he started rubbing fast circles against it, making her hips buck up to meet his and a half choked moan escaped from her lips, by this point the stars had turned into faint black spots along the edge of her vision. She was a total writhing mess beneath him which was only encouraging him to pound into her with more force.

“Come on sweetheart, be good for me and cum on my dick.” His words were almost taunting her, he was frantically trying to push her over the edge that she had been building. “If you cum on my cock I’ll let you breathe.”

His words were the last straw, the tight coil in her stomach finally unravelling and her orgasm hit her with such intensity it knocked out what little air was remaining in her lungs. She gasped for air and Eddie let go of her throat, his hips still pounding into her, still chasing his own high as he fucked her through her orgasm. With her clenching around him it didn’t take long before he reached his own high.

Her body and thighs were shaking as Eddie kept up his brutal pace, gasping to pull air into her lungs, breathy moans and mentions of his name leaving her lips.

Finally Eddie’s hips stilled against hers, but not pulling out of her just yet. His face was buried against her neck. “Breathe- just breathe for me…” His own words were long and drawn out as he tried to catch his breath. “You did so well, so so well for me.”

Eddie pressed soft kisses against her neck and jaw, working his way up, kissing along her cheeks, placing a peck against the tip of her nose, however avoiding her lips, wanting her to recover. He let his lips rest against her forehead for a minute, listening to her breathing.

“Baby I’m ok you can pull out.” She whispered quietly and it took a moment for Eddie to register what she had said. He gripped onto her hips as he pulled out of her trying to be as careful as possible, grimacing a little as he heard her wince, mumbling a soft apology into her skin.

Eddie climbed out of the bed, leaving her still a little short of breath to recover as he slipped off the condom and tossed it in her bin before grabbing a cloth from her dresser and wetting it in the bathroom sink. He climbed back into bed and carefully started to wipe her down. She hissed at the feeling of the cold cloth against her sensitive skin. “Shhh- just let me take care of you.”

Finally Eddie laid down next to her, wrapping his arms around her body and cradling her against him. Pulling her duvet over her and letting her rest her head against his chest. He always craved this after sex, needing to be close to her, to feel her breaths on his skin. She tilted her head slightly so she could look at him.

It was in the moments such as these where she felt as if she was truly seeing him, seeing the person that was buried beneath the persona that Eddie Munson had taken on. It was perplexing seeing how different he could be, the person he was at school or in public could essentially be a stranger to who he was right now.

He gently ran his fingers over her throat, carefully inspecting where his rings had made small indents in her skin. Bringing his lips to the marks and placing soft kisses to them. “You’re sure I didn’t hurt you?”

Eddie had to ask, he needed to make sure. He trusted her enough to tell him, but sometimes he just needed that extra bit of reassurance to know that he hadn’t taken it too far.

“No- no you didn’t hurt me, I would have told you.” She smiled and placed her hand over his, letting her thumb run over the back of his hand. Her fingers ran over the cold tops of his metal rings. “I’m not sure I ever told you but I really like your rings.”

“Mhhh I might have had just the slightest inclination.” Eddie chuckled lowly, tangling his fingers with hers and pressing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. “Y’know I’ve always liked yours.”

“Really? But they’re so not- metal?” She looked at him questioningly and gently bit down on her bottom lip. She wore a couple of rings, small and dainty simple bands with just some slight variation. “Maybe not, but they are pretty.” Eddie held her hand carefully, pressing a kiss to each ring.

“They look good together don’t you think?” He whispered and held up their interlocked hands for her to see. And he was right, somehow they did. Even with their strange contrast, something about them just fit together so perfectly. “Yeah… yeah they do.”

That’s when Eddie did something unexpected, he unlaced their fingers and removed the skull ring that sat on his ring finger. “What are you doing?” She asked softly, laughing a little at him. “Patience my love.”

Eddie examined the rings on her fingers for a moment before he picked one of her fingers, quickly replacing it with his skull ring and sliding hers as far down his ring finger as he could. “What do you think?”

She took a moment and examined the new addition to her hand, cocking her head a little as she looked at the metal band. “I think it’s too big, I might lose it.”

“I’ll just get you a new one.” Eddie grabbed her face, turning it so he could place another kiss to her lips. “Keep it, it’s yours.” She raised her eyebrows at him, looking at him with big eyes in a mix of questioning and wonder.

“So you can have a little piece of me with you.”

“Then I suppose you better keep mine, just for good measure.”

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"Did you just fake that?" - Eddie Munson x F! Reader Smut 18+

Request by @catastrofhe - eddie finds out that your ex never made you cum and was shockingly bad in bed sooooooooooo he overstimulates you until you’re crying - love you <3

Warnings - mean dom! Eddie, piv sex, overstimulation, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk overload, crying, written at 2 am and not proofread

Word Count - 2.1k

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“Why- why’d you stop?” You looked up at Eddie with big eyes from where you were laying, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders, feeling the flex of his muscles below your fingers. Sweat had beaded along your hairline and your breath was short as it caught on the tip of your tongue.

Eddie had stopped his thrusts, but remained inside of you, letting his hips rest against yours, the soft bush of his pubes brush against your exposed soft skin. You couldn’t read his expression, which was a first. Normally Eddie was an open book that you could read, just like he could read you.

But now you couldn’t make out a single thought, a single feeling on his face. There was something almost sad in his eyes, but also angry. It was an emotion you couldn’t accurately name other than maybe disappointment.

“Are you faking this right now?”

“What- what do you mean?”

“This, are you faking how you feel right now?”

“No- no I’m not I swear,” And that was true, you weren’t lying when you said that. 

“But you fake your orgasms?”

It wasn’t as if sex with Eddie didn’t feel good, he knew what he was doing, and he knew how to make you feel good. You just could never get just to where you needed to be, so sometimes it was simply easier to… fake it. And it wasn’t as if you didn’t have practice from your ex.

But you should have known better, you knew that Eddie was perceptive, so it really shouldn’t have been as much of a shock to you as it was when he finally confronted you about it.

“Eddie what are you saying-”

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart don’t do that to me-

Eddie had been suspicious of you for a little while, trying his best to learn what you liked, what you don’t like and something just didn’t add up. At first he got frustrated thinking he wasn’t good enough for you, that he couldn’t give you what you needed, or that something was wrong.

But he couldn’t help but be slightly suspicious of you the longer your little ruse went on, and that frustrated him more that you simply wouldn’t tell him what was wrong.

He was determined to know what was wrong, what thoughts were running through that pretty little head of yours that was driving you both crazy.

“I’m not lying!”

“I consider faking orgasms lying baby.” That is when you knew for certain that the look in his eyes had been disappointment. “How many times-”

“Don’t- don’t be mad-”

“Mad? You think I’m mad? Sweetheart I am beyond angry, so tell me how many times.”

“A-all- all of them…” Fuck you couldn’t even look at him your head turned to the side staring intensely at one of the posters hanging on the wall. Unexpectedly Eddie thrusted into you, hard. Harder than he ever had and you whined on instinctively, your mouth hanging open and the pretty noise ringing through the air in his bedroom which was still tense.

“But you like that, fuck just listen to you-” Eddie underlined his point by thrusting into you again, garnering the same response as before and a quick smirk of satisfaction grew over his lips. “Yet you’ve never cum when we-”

“I’ve never had an orgasm when having sex before,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself, your cheeks burning with hot pink.

“Never?” Now that piqued Eddie’s curiosity to hear. “Not even with-”

“No- not even with my ex…” You bit at your bottom lip and finally looked back at him, it almost looked like his eyes had softened a little, but you still couldn’t tell.

“But you’ve had orgasms before?” The question was genuine, coming from a place of genuinely wanting to know. “I think so- like when I’m by myself but I don’t- I don’t know,” you bit at your lower lip and locked your eyebrows together. Before you knew what was happening Eddie pulled out of your sopping wet heat and you whined at the loss of contact, tightening around nothing longing for the feeling of him filling you.

“Show me-” Eddie grabbed for your hand, loosening it from the grip around his shoulders and guiding it between your bodies. “Show me how you touch yourself.”

He was serious… and intense. More intense than you had ever seen him before. You didn’t know it for sure, but you had a feeling that disobeying him wouldn’t end well for you. Your fingers started slowly running through your folds, starting with one finger but quickly adding another one. You were beyond worked up already from Eddie fucking you, slick and sweat coating your fingers.

“C’mon sweetheart I wanna hear how desperate you are just from your fingers don’t hold back from me.” Eddie’s lips were fast at work buried in the soft supple skin of your neck. His teeth dragged along where you were most sensitive, forcing your back into an arch.

And that is how you ended up in your current situation, on your back with your knees hiked up to your ears and Eddie buried deep between them. He had made you keep track, counting each orgasm he gave you. 

Eddie helped you with your first one, slipping his fingers into your cunt while you worked over your clit a little clumsily. Reaching your first orgasm you were a shaking trembling mess, whimpers and mewls spilling from your lips as your orgasm crested. He never stopped his fingers, determined to make sure this was a real one, something you couldn’t fake. Eddie pulled his fingers out of you and stuck them in his mouth, lapping at them with his tongue to clean them off and he groaned around his fingers. 

“Fuck you taste heavenly- and you’ve been keeping this from me baby?” Eddie finally broke the wordless silence between you as he pulled his fingers out of his mouth. “And your sounds, god you sound so beautiful when you cum on my fingers… makes me wonder what it’ll be like when you finally get to cum around my cock.”

His words were intoxicating, pulling you into him further but you were so tired. Eddie however, did not seem to care. His tongue and lips against yours as he ate you out until you cried, face buried between your thighs until tears threatened to spill from your eyes. Any sound coming out from your mouth was unintelligible, barely even words at that point, yet Eddie was not close to being done with you.

“Tell me how many that was sweetheart,” Eddie murmured, he hadn’t fucked you properly yet, only with his fingers and mouth. With every orgasm he brought you he had to hold back from his own, the real whimpers of his name on your lips sounded so much sweeter than the fake ones. He would never be able to get enough of them. Eddie smacked the side of your thigh when you didn’t respond and repeated his former question. “Tell me how many orgasms I’ve given you.”

Again, it wasn’t a question, it was a demand.

“F-four,” you finally managed to croak out the tiny one syllable word that still snagged on your lips as you struggled to recover. You were so sensitive, your pussy red and soaked, your cum mixed with Eddie’s saliva dripped out of you, more tears welling in your eyes with each touch. 

And Eddie was loving it, seeing you writhing in pleasure from his touch. Real pleasure this time, no more of the fake stuff. Oh and you looked so pretty, hair all messy as your head was thrown back into his pillow, sweat beading and glistening along your soft and supple skin, cheeks flushed with pink and eyes glossy with the promise of tears.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you and you are going to lay back and take it,” Eddie whispered to you, his eyes fixated on your face, you were entrancing to him.

“No- Eddie please I- I can’t-” But you wanted to, it was all you wanted even though your body was screaming for rest.

“You’ve cum all of four times sweetheart, it’s kind of unfair if I don’t get to cum at least once, wouldn’t you agree?” His tone was almost mocking, but also seeped in caring, a contradicting mix that made your head spin.

“I can’t take it Eds please-” 

“Oh but I know how much you can take baby, so take it for me, be good for me.” Eddie wasn’t focused at all on what he was saying, too busy lining his cock up with your ruined hole and sinking into you with a low groan. It wasn’t until he was inside of you he realised just how desperate he had been for you.

Your ruined gummy walls were heavenly around his cock. And your reaction to him fucking you made it all so much better.

“See there you are taking my cock so fucking well, and still so tight even after four orgasms…” Eddie teased like there was no tomorrow, “guess I’ll have to just carve out my spot in you huh?”

You squeezed around him at his words and he chuckled in response, pouting at you ever so slightly. “Yeah you like the sound of that?” he thrusted into you hard just to hear you mewling in response, “c’mon baby tell me you want me to mould your sweet little pussy so only I fit inside of you.”

It was too much, you were so sensitive that each word, each slight movement drove you insane, he was splitting you open deeper than he ever had before. Making your toes curl in pleasure and your head spin. The air reeked of sweat, and sex, and cum. Your mouth hung open, and you tried to formulate a response but nothing of substance came out, you couldn’t think straight barely formulate words.

The only thing on your mind was Eddie, every thrust he gave you, every word he whispered. He was all that occupied your mind.

“Struggling to think now are we? Fucked out, drunk on my cock, desperate for me to give you another orgasm?” His voice was low, but hurried, meaning it wouldn’t take long before he reached his own peak. “Ask me for it and I’ll let you have one more, if not I’ll happily jerk myself off and finish on your stomach…”

That was a threat, and a very real one at that.

“Please Eddie-”

“Please what, sweetheart?” He knew that you were barely hanging on, which made it all the more sweeter to work you up until you broke. Eddie’s hips were rhythmically rolling against yours, bringing you waves of pleasure that made you choke with tears. “Please Eddie-” you choked on your words with a hollow sounding sob, “please let me cum.”

“Yeah, yeah sweetheart go ahead cream on my cock for real this time.” You didn’t need much more encouragement than that, already feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching, the pit of pleasure in your stomach building and building until you couldn’t breathe when it finally washed over you.

You were so sensitive, your orgasm crashed into you without letting you breathe, your vision clouded with stars and as you shut them tears spilled over and ran down your cheeks. You clenched around Eddie tighter and tighter with every thrust he continued to give you, fucking you through your orgasm and his own. 

The second you tipped over the edge and clenched around him, Eddie was done for. Shooting white, hot, ropes of cum into your already drenched cunt. His lips clumsily searched for yours in desperation and he groaned into your open mouth, teeth clashing and saliva mixing as he kissed you roughly until both of you came down from your highs.

When he finally pulled out of you, both of you were limp and exhausted as he collapsed next to you on the bed. Blinding searching for you even though you were right next to him. Soft tears still rolling down your cheeks as Eddie slotted your body against his.

His lips finding your cheeks and kissing away at them to dry off your tears, enjoying the sweet salty taste against his lips. “You’re ok, you’re ok shh I’m here I’m sorry,” he murmured to you, cooing at you softly until your tears stopped and your breathing returned to normal.

“Are you ok?” Eddie’s hand cupped your face softly, his eyes finding yours, there was nothing hard in them anymore, they were soft, caring, maybe a little worried.

“Did I-”

“Make me cum?”

“I was gonna say push you too far? But based on that reaction I’d say you’re fine,” Eddie laughed softly and the knit of his eyebrows released as he brushed your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you. He leaned in and pressed his lips against your forehead for a brief moment before pulling away.

“Just never lie to me again, ok?”

“Honestly… if we end up like this I might need to do it more often…”

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Playing dress up - Eddie Munson x Reader

summary - you need eddie to help zip up your dress

a/n - little tiny drabble written on my phone because i feel bad not giving you guys anything - 500 words

"Hey Eddie?" You were standing in a room surrounded by pictures of yourself in the changing room mirrors, creating an infinite illusion of yourself that went on forever.

"Yes Pumpkin?" Your childhood nickname, and in recent months the word that made your heart skip a beat.

"I-" you breathed for a moment, your head tilting back and your eyes met the sharp stinging spotlights of the changing room, "I can’t- I need help zipping up my dress-"

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip as you anxiously awaited for his reply.

"Do you need- want help?" Eddie quickly corrected himself, his fingers we're already hovering over the threadbare and worn velvet curtain separating you.

"Please?" Your eyes slid shut for a mere second as the moment passed and your shoulders unclenched from your ears, your body finally remembering how to breathe on it's own again.

The rushing of metal on metal filled your ears as he pulled aside the curtain separating you,

"Could you move your hair please pumpkin?" He was already standing so close to you, but it wasn't nearly close enough for the task at hand, the task you had asked him to help you with.

Your answer didn't come as words from your lips, simply you grabbed your hair and carefully sweeping it away, and you knew that your back was on full display for him to see.

But instead Eddie’s eyes met yours in the mirror as he focused on looking anywhere but on your exposed skin as he stepped closer to you. His hot, shallow, breath fanned over your neck as his fingers fumbled blindly for the zipper on your dress before slowly pulling it along the soft slope of your back, and you swore that you could hear his breath hitching in his throat.

Slowly he pulled at the zipper along the back of your dress, his hand brushing the delicate band of your bra as they passed over it, and he tried his best not to think anything of it.

The slider reached the nape of your neck, and Eddie let it release from his fingers with a thud against the dress. But instead of letting his hand drop, his fingers lingered on your shoulder, teetering closer and closer to your neck with every second that passed.

His thumb pressed softly against the base of your skull, and his eyes we're still fast on yours in the mirror. Eddie was standing close enough to you that you could have rested your body weight on him, and you knew that he would catch you in his arms.

"You should get this one," Eddie finally broke the silence between you, his words hanging in the small and confined space of the changing room, ricocheting off the walls until you were convinced the echoing would drive you mad.

"You said that about the last one... and the one before that."

"Well- this time it's personal,"

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Hi could you do a Eddie Munson x fem!reader, her and Eddie are dating and one day Eddie lets her wear his jacket around school (cause she forgot hers and is cold) and she gets super happy and everything so Eddie decides to make her a matching jacket like his..❤️

YEAH I KNOW I MADE THIS REALLY LONG FOR IT JUST BEING A BLURB I CANT HELP MYSELF

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Hi could you do a Eddie Munson x fem!reader, her and Eddie are dating and one day Eddie lets her wear his jacket around school (cause she forgot hers and is cold) and she gets super happy and everything so Eddie decides to make her a matching jacket like his..❤️

“Are you cold?” Eddie looked at you, your arms were crossed over your chest and hands running up and down your forearms and he could see a light layer of goosebumps covering your skin. “Oh, no- I’ll be fine, just left my jacket at home.” 

Indiana weather in spring was always unpredictable, it was either always too hot or too cold and never that perfect in between. Which also made it almost impossible to find an appropriate outfit.

This morning you had decided to forgo your jacket, putting your trust in the faint sun to bring enough heat. Which was the wrong call to make, turns out the promise of the morning sun was simply an illusion.

You were standing out behind the gym, hiding behind the low brick building and passing a joint between you. Eddie took a drag from the joint before putting it out against the brick and dropping it on the ground.

“C’mere.” You could hear the soft smile in his voice as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace against his chest. His arms resting against your back and pulling you impossibly close, inhaling the soft scent of your perfume. “You’re freezing.” He whispered into your hair, his arms gripping tighter around you.

You laughed softly into his chest, he was wearing one of his old faded band t-shirts, the hem of it was frayed from overuse. But it smelled so much like him, the cheap laundry detergent he used and the soft smell of tea that always hung in the air in the Munson trailer.

“I’ll be fine.”

“I can’t have you freezing to death sweetheart.”

“It's Hawkins in spring, I don’t think anyone has ever frozen to death.”

“Well, I am not going to let you be the first.” Eddie loosened his grip around your shoulders and grabbed onto his leather jacket and battle vest combination, quickly shrugging it off and placing it around your shoulders. His hands ran through her hair, pushing it out of the way to look at you. Cocking his head slightly to the side and a massive smile grew on his face. “It looks good on you.”

“Yeah?” You looked up at him and couldn’t help but smile as you saw the wide grin on his face. Eddie always loved seeing you in his clothes, but it was usually always limited to his various t-shirts, his hellfire shirt and his boxers that one time. He had never seen you in his jacket. His signature home made battle vest draped over the old leather jacket he had found at the thrift store. The one you had fixed when the zipper broke. 

You carefully slipped your arms into the sleeves of the jacket, it was slightly too big for you, the cuffs reached the middle of your palm and your fingers wrapped around the edge of it. You thought you must have looked ridiculous. But it was special, knowing that Eddie trusted you enough to wear his signature piece. It made your heart flutter in your chest.

“You look fantastic.” He finally said, realising he had been staring at you. 

“Won’t you be cold?”

“Go to class.” Eddie chuckled and placed a quick kiss on your lips. “I’ll see you later.”

Eddie didn’t know what he enjoyed more, seeing you in his jacket between classes. Or seeing everyone else stare at you wearing his jacket. Everyone at school knew who that jacket belonged to, and sure it was commonly known that you two were a thing. But this made it very clear to anyone who laid eyes on you, you belonged to Eddie Munson.

It gave him a thrill he didn’t think it would. And besides, you did look really good wearing his jacket. When you returned the jacket to him the smell of you lingered on it, the faint lingering smell of the shampoo you used on the collar. It was different wearing it now, but a good kind of different.

It took him a couple of weeks to gather everything he would need, scouting out the local thrift store until he found exactly what he had been needing. And it was much harder to do considering he would have to do it all in secret so you wouldn’t see. Which was difficult considering how much of a constant you were in his life. But he found a way, Eddie always found a way.

Eddie had been hiding his little craft project away in the back of his closet where you knew you wouldn’t look. You were comfortable enough in his life, but you weren’t a snoop. You respected him enough to have his own privacy.

You were sitting outside of his trailer, on the little wooden patio Eddie and Wayne had built around the back, the early summer evening illuminated by the disappearing sun and the warm yellow light that was coming from the living room.

The giggles and laughs shared between you filled the small silence of the oncoming night air. Eddie finally made his move and passed you the eyeliner pencil. For the past half an hour you had been clumsily playing games of tic-tac-toe along the exposed skin of your legs as the day faded away around you.

Eddie’s eyes were glued to your face as you evaluated your next move, he always loved watching you. But being this close to you he could see every ounce of concentration on your face, the small creases that appeared between your brows and the way you bit your bottom lip trying to focus. He was sitting close enough that you were practically breathing the same air and Eddie swore that he could see his reflection in your eyes.

He had begged you to play one more game with him, simply just to be able to look at you for a little bit longer. Eddie glanced down at your thigh to where you had made your next move and smiled to himself.

“Check mate.”

“I don’t believe they say that in this game.”

“Can I have my prize now?”

You laughed quietly before leaning in and pressing your lips against Eddie’s. “I let you win that one I hope you know.”

“Oh sure, just like I let you win all the previous games.” His voice was sickly sweet and he shook his head at you before leaning in to kiss you again. Sending a chill running down the length of your spine and allowing goosebumps to grow along your arms.

With the sun dipping beneath the horizon, the sweet summer breeze quickly turned sour, and it wasn’t long before you started to feel the cold settle in.

“Cold?” Eddie raised his eyebrows at you, of course he noticed. He was observant like a hawk, nothing ever got past him. You nodded slowly in response, and Eddie didn’t need any more encouragement. With your legs over his lap it was easy to pick you up and hold you against him as he carried you back to his room.

It wasn’t uncommon for Eddie to pick you up, he didn’t look like it but he was freakishly strong. He carried you into the back of the trailer and gently placed you down on his bed, leaving a chaste kiss against your forehead. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

Eddie’s room always looked the same but no one item was ever in the same spot twice. By this point you were convinced they moved around by themselves. A couple of things were usually the same, his guitar hung in its usual spot against the mirror above his desk, the usual ash tray stood on his bedside table and his jacket was tossed over the back of his chair.

But that wasn’t his jacket you realised, it sure looked like it but it wasn’t Eddie’s jacket. It had the same kind of patches and pins, but they were more to your music taste, and not Eddie’s. You leaned out of bed, reaching for the article of clothing to inspect it. But just as your fingers grabbed around it you heard Eddie padding back into his room.

“Eddie what's this?” You ask and hold it up for him to see, Eddie cursed under his breath and leaned his head back in frustration. Had he really managed to forget to hide it? After so much time of being careful.

“You know a few weeks ago, when I let you borrow my jacket?” 

“Well, I thought it was really cute and you looked so good in it that I wanted to make you your own…” His eyes were glued to the floor, he didn’t know why but a little part of him thought this might all be silly. “I didn’t mean for you to find it- it's not even done yet and I just really wanted to surprise you I’m sorry-”

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His rambling was cut off by your lips meeting his. You were standing on your knees on his bed, your hands draped around his neck pulling him in close. “I love it.”

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Thigh Riding - Eddie Munson Headcanon 18+ Smut

Request by Anon - ok but please can we have riding eddie's thigh with some praise kink?

A/N - Ask and you shall receive is all I say, headcanon form!

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This would happen more than you really thought it would

Because Eddie absolutely loved it, ate up every second of it 

It was the perfect position where he could lose some semblance of his control, and also seeing you lose yours

The two of you could just be making out, and Eddie would drag you onto his thigh, with his lips below your ear

“Move for me will you sweetheart?” Eddie would ask in his really soft, almost pleading voice

And god would he love this if you were wearing a skirt

However he would love it just as much if you were just in your panties or in nothing at all

Eddie’s hands would be at your waist, or gripping your thighs to help control your movements and hold you steady

It was the perfect position for him to be doting on you without you being able to protest

But his lips wouldn’t really be on yours too much

Because it would be the best opportunity for histo be all over your neck and collarbones

Or buried between your boobs

And he would be leaving so many hickeys and love bites

Painting your skin various shades of red and purple with his lips and teeth

The biggest reason Eddie absolutely adored it when you rode his thigh is seeing how much pleasure you got out of it

And he would be praising you the entire time, his lips pressed up against your ear whispering to you the whole time

Eddie never stops talking, especially not during sex

“You’re doing so good for me sweetheart, just like that-”

“Yeah does that feel good?”

“You know you’re so pretty when you sit on my lap like this…”

He’d whisper those things to you just to see you squirm and try to grind yourself harder and faster on his thigh 

And he would groan if he could feel you getting wet from getting off on his thigh

“So perfect sweetheart, even when you’re soaking my thigh like this”

And Eddie would live for any sound that came from your lips

But especially his name

It would make him weak

If he could make you cum on his thigh, he absolutely would

His fingers would slip into whatever you are (or aren’t) wearing to rub quick and hard circles against your clit

“So fucking good for me, my good girl using me to get herself off, c’mon sweetheart cum for me, come on…”

Eddie loved it when your hands were on him, pressed against his chest, or tugging at his hair

Especially when you came he loved to feel your hands buried in his hair and tugging at it frantically as you continue to ride his thigh through your orgasm

And you can bet that Eddie would be absolutely rock hard by the end of it

A complete mess whose only thoughts is about you in all the various positions he could come up with in his mind

And when you finally pull away to look at him, he would have just that little smirk on his face like he was up to no good, because he really was

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Sunday mornings with you - Eddie Munson x Reader

Just some soft little Eddie fluff for everyone's Sunday <3 | 900 words

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The soft spring morning sun peeked curiously through the half closed blinds of Eddie Munson’s bedroom. Peering into the room and landing gently on your forehead. Soft lashes resting against your cheek as you stirred from your sleep.

With closed eyes you reached over, finding the spot next to you wasn’t filled, the usual weight of Eddie’s body against the mattress was gone. Leaving his side of the bed cold. The soft bed sheets of his bed were slightly sticky against your body with the spring heat.

You could smell the bitter sweet smell of coffee hanging in the air and the soft smell of pancakes which dafted down the hallway stirred your stomach.

Carefully you rubbed the remaining sleep out of your eyes and stretched your hands above your head, starting the painstakingly slow process of waking up

Reaching over for one of Eddie’s discarded shirts on the floor, one of the ones that were way too large on you, reaching down to your thigh. The shirt was worn and clearly well loved, the fabric soft against your skin and the hem ever so slightly frayed. And it smelled like him.

You swung your legs over the edge of the bed, your toes coming in contact with the cold vinyl flooring. Pushing the blankets off your body and starting to pad towards the delicious smells coming from the kitchen.

The sight that awaited  you in the kitchen made butterflies flutter in your stomach and a wide smile grow on your face.

Eddie was standing in the small trailer kitchen, the radio on the counter softly playing the local station in the background and Eddie was quietly humming along to the melody as he danced around the kitchen, a spatula in hand as he focused on making food.

You leaned against the wall just watching him work for a moment.

His long unruly curly hair was tied back with one of your scrunchies, trying to keep the hair out of his face as he focused. And his usual plaid pyjama bottoms hung low on his hip but he was lacking his shirt. You could see his lightly toned muscles straining and flexing against his skin as he worked.

Your arms sneaked around his middle, pulling his body as close to yours as you could. Enjoying the feeling of his bare skin against your arms. One of Eddie’s hands came to rest over yours, his thumb softly rubbing against the back of your hand.

“Heey sweetheart.” You smiled against his back at the mention of the nickname which always made your heart flutter just that little bit extra. “Sleep ok?”

You hummed softly in response and pressed a soft chaste kiss to the back of his neck, inhaling his scent for a moment before nuzzling your face into his skin. Tightening the grip you had around his waist.

Eddie put down his spatula and turned in your embrace, his arms resting around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His hands tangling themselves into your hair, tilting your head back slightly so he could look at you.

Your eyes were still heavy with sleep, but they were just as brilliant as always. Eddie wanted everything with you, especially these small moments in between the hectics of day to day life. He thought you looked so perfect, so peaceful standing there in his kitchen, in his shirt, in his arms.

“Ready for some food?” Eddie cocked his head at you and you could tell by the look in his eyes that there was so much admiration in them. “Yeah- yeah I am.”

The smile on his lips was contagious, the atmosphere he created was so warm and comforting. Eddie dipped down to press a kiss to your lips, just softly brushing his lips over yours for a moment before pulling away.

He ushered you to sit down on the other side of the kitchen counter on one of the stools. Eddie grabbed one of the countless mugs that were hanging in the kitchen and poured you a mug of coffee and slid it over the counter, which you gladly accepted. Pressing the warm mug against your hands and savouring the warm nutty smell of the black liquid.

You had asked him once why he and Wayne had so many mugs, but you were only met with a sheepish smile and no answer. He wanted to keep you guessing, enjoying every wild speculation you could think of. Even Wayne had joined in on the little game, keeping you guessing. It was their way of including you in their little family.

And none of you knew exactly how many mugs they owned, the last official count you did was in the hundreds but there was always a new one that appeared out of thin air.

You took a deep sip of your coffee, watching Eddie work over the brim of your mug. He was so focused as he worked, careful to not burn himself as he flipped the pancakes over in the searing hot pan. Piling them up on a plate before pushing them over to your side.

Eddie leaned over the kitchen counter to where you were sitting, his arms folded on the countertop and his face meere inches from your own. “Good morning my love.”

“Good morning.” You echoed and he leaned in and pressed another kiss to your lips.

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My Dearest Eddie Munson (With Love, Eddie Munson p.2) Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary - It's been three weeks since Eddie deposited a letter in the mail detailing all his emotions, when a very familiar run down car pulls up in front of his trailer

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word Count - 3.4k

Warnings - Me being sappy for three thousand words

A/N - Was not expecting to do a second part, but it kinda just flowed when I started writing it so I hope you guys enjoy!! Make sure you read the first part to this first!! Not beta read

Part 1 - With Love, Eddie Munson | Taglist

Eddie's stomach had been a pit of anxiety ever since he posted that letter. That stupid letter that he wrote one night when all the emotions just became too much.

That letter he had contemplated posting for weeks because let's be honest, it was an insane thing to do. But he posted it anyway. He could lie and pretend he didn't know why he posted it.

But he knew why, some part of him wanted her to know. Needed her to know. Thought she deserved to know how he felt.

The thought of that letter slowly making its way to her by mail racked his brain for weeks.

Did it get lost in the mail? Would she even bother to open it? If she opened it, did she read it? Did she hate him now? Had she already found someone new? Is that why she had avoided him over Christmas?

That last thought was the worst, because it was the one he was the most terrified of being true. He was terrified she had managed to get out of Hawkins and decided to forget everything in this dull little town.

Including him.

A million thoughts raced through his mind every single day and he struggled on focusing on anything but that stupid letter and the situation he had gotten himself into.

But ever since dropping that tiny letter containing all his big complicated feelings into the post box, he felt lighter. He had been able to admit something that he had kept to himself for so long.

Now all that was left was just to wait. And to hope.

Hope wasn't something Eddie was particularly good at, or patience for that matter. He also wasn't used to the post system and had no clue when that letter would arrive at her doorstep.

After three days had passed Eddie found the red shoebox he had hidden beneath his bed with all the pictures of her and songs he had written to her but never sung.

But he couldn't bring himself to open it and look through the papers inside of it. Instead he shoved it back into its usual hiding spot, left to gather dust once more.

A week passed, and still nothing. He found himself waking up early just to check the mailbox, and rushing home after school. Each time hopeful and each time left with this gnawing feeling that he couldn't shake for hours afterwards.

Then another week passed and by this point Eddie was ready to lose his mind. His day to day life had become a blurr, filled with worried thoughts and anxiety clouding everything else. 

And he couldn't find the motivation to care about anything in his life anymore. Music never flowed the way he wanted it to, campaigns never panned out just right. Eddie simply became numb to all of it.

Eddie kicked himself mentally, a letter? He had written her a letter? He couldn't be bothered to have picked up the phone and called her? Or if he loved her as much as he claimed, why hadn't he bothered to drive the four hours that separated them.

It was Wednesday evening, three weeks to the day he had posted the letter. Rain was hammering against the roof of the trailer he shared with his uncle. 

The season had turned from winter into spring. All the snow was gone from the ground and the usual carpet of spring flowers that decorated Hawkins had just started to return.

Eddie was splayed out on his bed, music playing quietly in the background as he stared at the book in front of him. His eyes wandered the lines upon lines of words, simply glancing over them not being bothered to take any of it in.

Each sentence he read immediately disappeared from his mind when he moved onto the next one. His fingers ran over the old yellowed pages, the spine was cracked, a sign it had been read many times over.

She had been the one to give him this book, years ago. She claimed he would love it, and he did. But he could never give her the satisfaction of telling her that she had found him his favourite book.

The thought stung in his chest. He should have told her. There were so many things he should have told her.

The rain and wind outside was still raging on, loud enough that he didn't hear the car pulling up on the gravel road outside. And he didn't hear the knocking against the trailer door, the sound completely drowned out by the rain.

But he heard her voice.

"Eddie?" Her voice called out and he immediately picked up on it. Leaping to his feet and tearing the door up. Half expecting it to have been a trick his mind had played on him.

But no, she was there. She was a mess, she looked like she had been crying. Wearing a pair of pyjama pants and a college branded T-shirt. Her hair was everywhere, chaotic and knotted. But she was just as beautiful as he remembered her. And she was there.

She was just there, standing there in the small living room of his trailer. Clothes and hair wet from the rain outside. A part of him didn't believe she was actually there. He was convinced he had fallen asleep reading and this was all just a dream.

Eddie could spot her tiny car parked along the side of the road.

For a second they simply both stood there looking at each other. Face to face for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Neither of them not sure what to do next.

The moment felt so delicate and fleeting that with one mistake, just the tiniest misshap. It would all go away and they would be left alone once more.

Eddie's eyes met hers and refused to let go, they were tinted slightly red and puffy, but they were still the same eyes he had looked into on so many different occasions. But never an occasion like this.

"I got your letter." She finally said and it snapped them both out of their trance. The pieces of paper he had written her all those weeks ago were now held firmly in her grip, slightly warped from the rain. 

"You got my letter." Eddie echoed quietly, nodding slowly as he tried to all process the thoughts racing through his mind. "Do- do you want to come in?" He realised she was still standing in the doorway

"You wrote me a letter." Eddie couldn't tell what her tone was, she sounded touched but also like she could start crying any second. "And I shouldn't have- I'm sorry."

"And it's clear you've moved on. I shouldn't have sent it." It was at that moment, that Eddie Munson's heart broke for the very first time. "I'm sorry."

She could hear his voice starting to crack, the slight quiver in it as his eyes started to water ever so slightly. She had only seen him cry twice before.

Each time he did she felt something shatter inside of her. And she was standing there realising that for the very first time she was the reason he was crying.

"I never should have even written that stupid letter in the first place, and I don't know why I sent it, I shouldn't have and I know that and it's ok if you hate me now."

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek, realising he had been rambling on and wasn't sure what he was even saying anymore.

They both stood there, in the small living room of his trailer. 

"You could have just called." She finally said, breaking the silence between them. Tears were pressing against the back of her eyes as she spoke. "Would have saved the money on stamps."

She didn't know why she was crying, the emotions spilled over and she couldn't contain them anymore. She had been driving for the past four hours, thoughts racing through her mind the whole way there.

She felt Eddie's arms wrap around her, pushing her up against his chest as she cried. And he simply held her like that while they both cried. The smell of his shirt, his coconut shampoo, the feel of his arms around her.

It was all such a familiar comfort she had forgotten. In the moment it only made her cry harder.

When he finally pulled away just enough to look at her both of their cheeks were tear stained, but neither of them bothered to dry their tears. 

At some point one of Eddie's hands had found its way into her hair and his shirt was stained with her tears, but he didn't care.

"Why are you crying?" She croaked out, her voice was raspy from crying. "I don't know." He laughed as he looked at her. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know." Their eyes met for a brief moment before they both burst out laughing, standing there wrapped in each other's arms. Eyes stained red from their shared tears.

"Did you drive here just to see me?" Eddie asked the question that had been gnawing at the back of his mind. Given their current state he could probably guess the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.

"Yeah..." Her voice was soft, hushed as she spoke. "How could I not?"

"You know you know you could have just called." Eddie repeated her words from earlier. "Would have saved you money on gas."

"I don't care." She whispered and rested her head against his shoulder again. "I had to see you." The words made Eddie's heart leap in his chest.

"I got your letter and I just-" Her voice started breaking again and tears welled up in her eyes. "Shhh it's ok, you don't have to say anything."

"It was all a blur, and then I was in my car driving and I just couldn't make myself turn around." Eddie's hand was running over her hair, gently trying to soothe her, which was difficult given he still had tears in his eyes. "And then I was here."

Eddie didn't respond, and he didn't need to. At that moment she simply needed for him to hold her. She was scared if he didn't she would fall apart.

"I wrote you a letter." She mumbled directly into his shoulder. "What was that?" Eddie's eyes had slid shut and he was just enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.

"I wrote you a letter." She repeated and looked up at him from where she was standing. "After I read yours-" She trailed off as his eyes met hers again. “You wrote me a letter?”

“Can I read it to you?” Hre voice was so quiet Eddie could barely make out what she was saying. It was almost as if she was terrified he was going to say no, even after everything he had revealed to her. “Yeah, yeah of course you can.” Eddie guided them both over to the small run down couch that stood pushed up against the wall. He draped one of the stray blankets over her shoulders and finally noticed that accompanying his own letter were pieces of paper decorated with her handwriting.

Eddie took the seat opposite to her, immediately overcome by old familiar habits he laid down, his head in her lap like he had so many times before. And his eyes slid shut as she started reading the letter.

My dearest Eddie Munson

You're right, I wasn't expecting to receive a letter from you after all this time

I remember that spot and I miss spending my days out there with you. And you're right again, it did feel so distant to Hawkins we might as well have been anywhere in the world.

But I don't remember the exact first time you brought me out there. However I do remember the time we built a bonfire and grilled hot dogs, we ended up falling asleep in the back of your car.

It was after that we started keeping a couple of blankets and pillows back there because our backs were aching for days afterwards.

It's good to know you miss my DJing in the car, I believe I lived up to my shotgun role of being soundtrack master. Out here you can't see the stars, at least not as clearly as back home.

Light pollution makes it difficult to accurately see them. I miss the Hawkins night sky. I do find myself wondering now and then if we might be looking at the same constellations and if you remember anything I told  you that night.

Now that night I do remember, you were so bad at spotting the stars, it's almost like you wanted me to hold your hand to show you. I suppose you did, considering the rest of your letter.

Not that I minded, I wanted to hold your hand. And you were sitting so close I couldn't help but think that if I just leaned in a couple of inches I would kiss you. I still wonder what it would be like to kiss you from time to time. I guess you'd taste like cigarettes.

It's good to know Hellfire still exists without me. I tried joining a new group here, but it's not right without you doing all the voices. I really miss all the voices you used to do.

If I focus really hard I can still hear your voice. I can imagine you sitting next to me reading me your letter.

Put those freshies through hell, they deserve a proper induction into Hellfire.

I hope you know I regret not reaching out, only leaving you with my new address and nothing else. My entire life was in that car that day, except for you. I should have made room for you in there.

Life here is so different to Hawkins, it's bright and busy and loud. It's the polar opposite to it, yet I still feel that pang of bittersweetness when I think back to Hawkins. I can't pretend some part of me doesn't miss it.

Because I do. I miss that stupid daft little town we both grew up in. I miss the stillness of life back home. But I also miss the person who always kept disturbing tha peace with whatever new adventure he had concocted in his mind.

After I moved, there was something that wasn't just right.

I guess for you it was obvious I wasn't there anymore. There was a me-shaped hole left in Hawkins. Whereas I was in a new city, a new place I had never explored before. There was never a carved out space for you and I. I had no clue about anything out here, and I missed the stability I had.

And I suppose you were the one that created that, I just didn't realise it.

I tried to fill my new life with adventures and hobbies, I poured myself into my studies and classes. But it didn't matter. There was still that pit in my stomach where it felt as if something was just wrong.

I miss it, I miss everything. I miss our theatre rehearsals together, I miss our Friday night Hellfire sessions, I miss sitting in a booth at Joanes until the early hours of the morning because it's the only place open late enough.

But more than that, I miss the person I did all of that with. You say you wish I missed you the way you miss me. But what you don't realise is that I don't miss you, I need you. I need to have you in my life again.

And I was an asshole over Christmas. You hadn't contacted me. I was too scared that you would resent me for leaving Hawkins, for leaving you stuck alone in this little town without me.

I couldn't stand the thought that you hated me, so I tried avoiding it. I tried avoiding you.

I packed away the pictures of us I had hanging in my dorm room. Shoved them into the back of my closet. Because maybe if I forgot you existed, then maybe this feeling would go away.

I went to parties, I got drunk, and I kissed strangers in fleeting moments soon to be forgotten. I even dated someone.

You're not the only one who didn't write. It's not like I didn't have your address. I still have it memorised, you know.

And of course I remember. I remember almost every single day we spent together. Every class, every inside joke we used to share, our drives to and from school. How am I supposed to forget someone who will forever have a piece of my heart? That isn’t something you can just do.

I loved cutting your hair, it gave me an excuse to look at you for a couple of hours. To touch and play with your hair. Your hair always smells like coconut, I can't smell coconut anymore without thinking about you.

Or the smell of cigarettes. Shared cigarettes as we sat on the porch during late spring evenings, passing it back and forth as we simply just enjoyed each other's company.

You know, I really wished you would have asked me to prom. I think you would have looked good in a suit. And we would have spent the night dancing to cheesy songs in a badly decorated crowded gym. And it would be the best night ever, because I would be there with you.

Hawkins is my hometown, where my family lives, in my childhood house. But you Eddie Munson, you're home. My home. Wherever you are, that is where home is, that is where I belong.

I’m sorry about the tear stained paper, your words seem to have affected me more than I realised. And I know I'm rambling, but in all fairness you started it.

I don't think you know how long I've waited to hear you say those words. And I suppose I still haven't heard them, but I read them in your voice.

Though I wish you would say them to me in person, I think hearing them from your lips would be totally different. Preferably sitting close to me in the back of your van or wherever. Just sitting close enough that maybe this time I’ll be brave enough to lean in and kiss you.

So my dearest Eddie Munson, my partner in crime, my best friend. Where do we stand now? Where do we go from here? How can I-

She stopped reading and looked over at him. His eyes were slid shut, completely focused on taking in the words she was reading him. Desperate to hang onto everything she said.

"Why'd you stop?" Eddie moved to sit up across from her, his hand resting on her knee. Desperate to be touching her in any way. He still wasn't convinced that this wasn't all a dream.

"That's when I got in the car." She whispered back to him. "I realised I had to see you, so I just stopped writing." She was sitting close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin, it sent a chill down his spine.

"So you can read in my voice?" Eddie laughed quietly and she nodded slowly in response. "I still want to hear you say it though."

"I love you." And just like that he had said it, sitting in the quiet little living room of his trailer, on the run down couch, Eddie Munson finally proclaimed his love for her. To her. And she finally got to do what she had been regretting not doing for so long, she leaned in and closed the small space between them and she kissed him.

Eddie felt as if the air got knocked out of his lungs as she did. Her lips captured him and drew him in further. She could feel the slight stubble of his chin against her skin as he returned the kiss. Desperate for each other they kissed until they both had to pull away and gasp for air.

"Fuck how I wish you would have kissed me that night." Eddie whispered to her, his voice sounded breathless and she could see his lips were a little bit swollen.

"I was scared you wouldn't return it." she admitted quietly, her hand easily finding his under the mess of the blankets and interlocking their fingers together.

“I would have been stupid not to.”

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