#eddie my love <3

[oneforthemunny]

surprise, surprise |eddie munson x reader|

prompt: eddie forgets your birthday. or maybe he doesn't.

my birthday is in a few days and i wanted to write a little birthday ficlet blurb :) no aus, just eddie.

contains: angst/fluff. birthday doom. kinda asshole eddie?? kinda asshole friends?? really fluffy sweet ending. language.

“So,” Heather leaned over, chin propped in her hands dramatically slumped over the counter. “What’re you doing this weekend?” 

“Nothing,” You hummed, fingers flicking through the crinkled bills. “Why? You know something fun going on?” 

“It’s your birthday.” Heather gawked playfully. “You’re not doing anything for your birthday?” 

You rolled your eyes lightly, pushing the cash drawer closed. “No.” You shook your head, voice tight. 

“Eddie isn’t taking you out?” Heather’s brows furrowed. “Or you’re not going home? Going out? Are you getting a cake?” 

Your heart sank, a familiar burn rising in your chest. You didn’t speak about your birthday much, not much of an occasion for celebration to you, more of one that was dreadful. Another year closer to death, you’d grumble cynically. Still, when Eddie hadn’t even acknowledged it, when your friends had all blown you off for other plans, a new kind of ache formed in your chest. The sting of being forgotten, of being unimportant and discarded- on your birthday. 

It left a bitter taste on your tongue, sardonic and painful when you spoke about your impending birthdate. “No,” You shook your head, chin ducked to your chest. You had never wanted a customer to come in so badly, save you from this painful conversation with your co-worker. “They’re all busy.” 

“Oh.” Heather quipped, face falling at your tone. 

“I mean, it’s my fault.” You added quickly- defensively. Why you were so defensive over the people who had discarded you so easily, you weren’t sure. “I should have planned something earlier, but… I dunno, I got busy and life got super hectic and it just slipped past me-” 

“-No,” Heather shook her head, curls unmoving with the abundance of Aquanet she used, still. “That’s really shitty of them, all of them. It’s your birthday.” 

You stayed silent, wiping the counter half heartedly, swallowing back the familiar burn in your throat that choked you. “I mean, if it was my girlfriend or my friend, I would be buggin’ about their birthday.” Heather shrugged. 

“Yeah, me too.” You muttered. Bouts of memories pouring back into your mind. How you’d planned a party for Eddie, baked him some stupid cake from scratch that was in the Lord of the Rings. You’d gone to countless second hand stores trying to find the ancient recipe, and it took you a day to perfect. Now, he couldn’t even be bothered to take you out? Get you a cheap store bought cake? 

“I’m sorry.” Heather muttered, a solemn, nearly guilty pout on her lips. “Well, you’re off tomorrow, right?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I get off at three. What if we go out? We can go to the bar- oh, there’s this new band playing in Franklin. Tommy could drive us.” Heather, ever the bubbly optimist, grinned, eyes shining with pride. It was endearing, made your heart squeeze with an ache you weren’t quite sure how to describe. 

“I’ll even get you a cupcake. A good one, from Nadia’s.” Heather added. 

“You don’t have to do that.” You shook your head lightly. You and Heather were work friends, hung out on the rare occasion after work to bitch about work, about the other coworkers, the pain-in-the-ass customers of the day over glasses of Pinot. Selfishly, it felt nice to have someone excited for your birthday. 

You hated that you wished it was Eddie, your own friends. 

“What’s your flavor, hm? Chocolate?” Heather pressed, brushing you off cheerily. 

“Don’t get me a cupcake. I’ll throw it up if we’re drinking. All the icing and liquor.” You snarled your nose playfully. 

“Fine. I’m buying you a drink then.” Heather nodded. She paused, nails drumming on the counter too. “And, I mean, if you want Eddie to come too, of course he’s invited.” Her eyes cut to yours carefully. “I didn’t know if you wanted him to come.” 

“I mean, I don’t know if he’d even be able to.” Your lips pursed, a cutting edge of annoyance in your tone. “He’s so busy.” 

Heather cringed, shooting you an apologetic look. “Yeah, that… I’m sorry, that sucks.” She mumbled. 

A stiff silence fell between the two of you over the whirr of the air conditioning blowing through the vents. “Since it’s so dead, why don’t you go early?” Heather suggested. “I can cover closing.” 

“Heather, Mel will be pissed-” 

“-Mel will be pissed if she has to pay both of us for standing around.” Heather gave you a pointed look. “And you came in before me. I got it.” 

“Are you sure?” You hesitated. “I don’t care to stay in case there’s a rush-” 

“-At seven?” Heather scoffed slightly. “Go. I’ve got it.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

“Yeah. I’ll call you when I’m on my way, ‘kay?” Heather chirped. 

“See you then.” You waved, cringing at the sing-songy Happy birthday! Heather shouted at you. 

You pulled open your cubby, gathering your purse, your umbrella. You wrote your time on the clipboard, the phone taunting you on the hook next to it. Any other day, you’d call Eddie- call home or the shop, wherever he was, just to let him know you’d be home early. He’d always reply with a silly comment that had your cheeks rushing with heat, warmth swelling in your chest. 

Tonight, you decided against it. He was too busy, anyway. Too busy at the shop, with his friends, at band practice. You tried not to dwell on it, let your mind spiral and spin down a damning dark hole of what ifs. It consumed you anyways, on your drive home, the radio playing on a static filled station that you didn’t bother to change. Background noise drowned out by your own hammering heart. 

Eddie’s van was parked in the gravel of his driveway, leaving just enough space for you to slide in under the covering attached to the trailer. He always let you have that spot, closer to the door, protected from the elements- so considerate. 

It was hard to fathom that it was the same boy who had forgotten your birthday, brushed it off like it was just another day. 

Your throat tightened around the ever growing lump, hands tight from the white knuckled grip you had on the wheel when you turned the keys out of the ignition. The stairs squeaked under your weight, the screen door hissing with the familiar soft screech when you pulled it open. 

“No- Henderson, what the fuck is the matter with you?” Eddie huffed, his voice trailing in from the living room. 

You paused, hand catching the door as it fell, quieting it as it latched. The air was thick, warm with a sticky, sweet smell. Music playing in a low hum from Eddie’s beloved boom box he kept in the living room. 

“You said to hang it!” Dustin’s shrill tone cut through the air. 

“Yeah, hang it high- Jesus Christ, I shoulda just waited until Robin got off.” Eddie was hidden by the wall, but you could practically see him pinching his nose, hand running over his curly bangs. “Can you- Can you go see if we can ice the cake yet?” 

“Yeah, what do I do?” Dustin questioned, a silence falling between the two of them. Your lips curled, swallowing a giggle. “What? I’m not a master chef or something. You act like I should know this. There wasn’t a cake making class-” 

“-There was, you moron. Home Ec, which clearly, you failed.” Eddie huffed in annoyance. You froze at his heavy footsteps, voice carrying closer and closer.“Whatever, can you- just make it look nice in here? Put the rest of the streamers up and- shit!” Eddie flinched, jumping at the sight of you in the doorway. Wide eyed and still, like you’d been caught. 

“Baby,” Eddie’s breath startled. “Hey, uh, what are you- you said you didn’t get- you’re home already?” His voice lifted, carried high in a squeak of surprise. 

“Yeah, I got off early. I thought you were working late.” Your brows furrowed at the tear of plastic, leaning to look around the corner. “What are you doing-” 

“-Don’t look in there.” Eddie snapped, his hand falling on the doorframe, arm blocking your vision. You jumped, glaring at him with annoyance. “I thought you closed tonight?” 

“I thought you closed tonight.” You huffed, arms crossing over your chest. “Clearly that’s not true. What is this? Another campaign night?” You rolled your eyes, body burning with irritation, jaw wound tight with it. 

“What? N-No, I-I thought you wouldn’t be home until later, and I’d have more time-” Eddie rambled, side stepping to block your view behind him. 

“-Ed, I don’t care if that’s what it is.” Your shoulders deflated, a wave of painful exhaustion, disappointment falling over you. “I just wish you would’ve let me know before you invite all these people over to play your game, so I could-” A shimmering glimmer of multicolored sequins caught your eyes, shining in the yellowed light of the kitchen, iridescent hued droplets cast over the cabinets. There, draped over the chair in bright, glittering letters, a small sash that read Happy Birthday! in obnoxiously big letters. 

You paused, eyes scanning towards the cake, cooling on the rack next to the mixing bowl of icing, the icing spatula still in it. Paper mache streamers taped to the ceiling, hung in swooping bouts mixed with the shiny streamers and balloons all the way to the living room. Eddie had brought out the folding table from the crawl space, even put a plastic tablecloth from the store over it to hide the yellowing stains that would never fade. 

Dustin’s eyes met yours, wide and darting between you and Eddie, still holding the roll of streamers he’d yet to hang. “Uh, Happy Birthday?” Dustin shrugged. 

Eddie huffed, shaking his head at him. “Fuck, I-I’m sorry, it was supposed to be a surprise.” Eddie’s foot bounced with anxious adrenaline. “I thought you didn’t get off until eight, and-and I had it all planned, sweetheart, I really did. Steve’s getting the pizza, and everyone’s coming over at seven thirty-ish, and I- I was even going to have them park at Wayne’s in the back so you wouldn’t see.” 

Your chest felt deflated, void of any air, words, anything. Eddie chewed on his lip, hands twitching next to his jeans. “It was going to be this whole thing, fuck!” He huffed. “It was going to be a whole big thing, and…” 

Eddie’s heart leapt when your eyes finally met his. His fingers still drummed against the rough material of his jeans, veins filled with icy excitement, fear, anticipation? He wasn’t sure. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, stepping to hover over you, voice dropping to a soft coo, hands sliding over your cheeks. “I’m- I wanted it to be a surprise.” 

You swallowed thickly. Eddie’s touch was soft, but it left you with a tingling burn when his thumb delicately traced your cheek bone. “You- This is for me?” You squeaked. 

Eddie’s lips curled in a half smile, brows creasing. “Well, yeah.” He said playfully. “Who else would it be for?” 

Your brain was deafeningly silent, stunned at every new detail you’d discover. “You said you were busy.” Was all you could muster out, blinking up at Eddie. “You said you had to work late.” 

“I might have fibbed a little.” Eddie tilted his head sillily. “Told a little lie so I could get this set up.” He nodded towards the living room, a balloon floating near the doorway. 

“I just really wanted to surprise you.” Eddie’s shoulders fell. “I was trying to outdo you. Tryna out do what you did for mine. I called all your friends- even Alexandra,” You rolled your eyes at the mention, she was Eddie’s least favorite friend of yours. 

“And I… I just wanted to surprise you.” Eddie blinked down at you. “Just wanted your day to be special.” 

Your day, the phrase wrapped around you, swirled through your veins like a warm hug, squeezing your heart. 

“I’m sorry, it… I didn’t think about work.” Eddie shook his head, running a hand over his forehead. “I didn’t even think about it, and I-” 

“-Eddie,” Your voice caught in your throat. 

Eddie tensed, cringing with expectant dread. He’d ruined it, blew it, the tears were coming and they were deserved. You’d done so well on his, surprised the hell out of him with the cake, decorated for his birthday campaign with lanterns and candles you’d thrifted. Gone all out for him, and he couldn’t even pull off a simple surprise party. 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered, head pressing to yours. His eyes cut around the room, making sure a certain Henderson pest was lurking. 

“Sorry?” You repeated. “Eddie, I-I am surprised.” You choked out, looking around the room with gleaming eyes. 

Eddie paused. “You are?” 

You nodded. “Yeah, I thought you’d forgotten.” You admitted. “I thought everyone had forgotten.”  

Eddie’s brows pinched in a confused scowl. “You thought I’d forget?” He muttered. 

A watery laugh fell from your lips before you could stop it. “Yeah.” You admitted. “You were really convincing.” 

Eddie’s chest boasted playfully. “Oscar worthy?” 

“You’d sweep the competition.” You jested back, arms sliding over his forearms. His hands found home on the small of your waist, pulling you into him. 

“I didn’t forget your birthday.” Eddie said softly. “Just… for the record.” 

“I can see that.” You giggled. “Thank you. It’s-It’s really sweet.” 

“Yeah? I’m glad you like it.” Eddie’s hands rubbed down your spine. “It would look better but… Robin and Nancy didn’t get off until later, and it’s just me and Henderson.” 

“It looks great. Perfect.” Your cheek pressed to the soft cotton of his t-shirt. His nice shirt, Eddie always called it. Broke it out for special occasions. 

“Not perfect. Fucked up the main part.” Eddie grumbled. “I can call everyone, let them know that they can park out front since there’s no surprise anymore.” 

“No, don’t do that.” You shook your head lightly, chin propping against his chest to look up at him. “I’ll leave and come back, and you can still do it. I can pretend to be surprised.” 

Eddie’s lips curled, pulling back to look down at you. “You’re gonna pretend?” He tilted his head. 

“My turn to act.” You teased, brow lifting gently. “Give you some competition.” You poked his tummy playfully. 

Eddie grinned, pulling you back into him, lips sliding over yours in a soft kiss you savored. Melting into each other, fusing into a gooey puddle- it was corny, a cliche. One you’d roll your eyes at if it was anyone else. 

“Happy birthday.” Eddie muttered, lips brushing and tickling your own. 

“Thank you.” You whispered back, hands finding the base of his neck, pushing him back into you. Eddie’s hand fell against the wooden door frame, steadying himself in a rapidly heating makeout. 

“Uh,” Dustin’s voice interrupted the two of you, just as Eddie’s hands were sliding under your work blouse. “Yeah, I-I finished with the streamers.” 

Eddie glared at him, jaw ticking in annoyance when you pulled away. “I’m just going to grab my makeup bag, and I’ll go.” You whispered, cheeks flooding with heat. 

Eddie huffed, rolling his eyes at Dustin when you left. “What? What did I do?” Dustin threw his hands out. 

“Such a fuckin’ cock block, Henderson.” Eddie muttered, stomping into the kitchen. “Put the plates and shit out, will ya?” 

Your performance was Oscar worthy, Eddie decided later, when you stepped through the door of the now darkened trailer, gasping when the lights flickered on and everyone jumped out. You looked positively radiant, glowing with excitement at the small crowd of friends crammed into the doorway. Eddie kissed you, sloppier than he should have, especially in front of everyone, but he didn’t care. Overwhelmed with affection for you. 

He couldn’t tell if you were still pretending when he brought out the cake, the room singing in a harmonious tone to you, candles lit and glowing in the dim light. Eddie didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled, fingers pressed to your lips at the now iced cake. When your fingers curled under his chin, sharing a fork-full of cake with him, kissing him after so quickly it left his head spinning. 

His birthday girl, it was your day. Eddie never thought he’d love a random day as much as he did. He had no idea how important that day would become when he’d first met you, how it would engrave itself in his mind forever. 

He was glad it did. Looking at you, giggling with your friends on the couch, then again, the next night, singing with Heather at the crowded bar- Eddie’s chest heart swelled. Proud that he’d surprised you, hopeful that he’d get to for the rest of his life. 

Next year, he’d do it right. Really pull off the party you deserved. He’d start saving now, planning too. He decided it that night, tucked between the sheets, your head still on his sweat soaked chest. He could still taste you on his tongue, lips numb from the time he’d spent between your legs. Lashes fluttering in sleep, curled into him, Eddie pulled you closer. He’d get it right next year, you deserved it. 

[unsolved-duvall]

Eddie’s only goal whilst he’s fucking you is to make you come so hard, and so many times, that your legs give out when you try to stand up and you can’t even walk two steps.

He doesn’t tell you this is his plan though. But he’ll watch you when you try to stand up after he’s done fucking you, and if your legs don’t collapse underneath you? He’s pulling you right back down to the bed and pinning you to the mattress whilst he does whatever he has to in order for you to be a complete fucking mess underneath him.

He’s eating you out like he needs it to survive, and then he’s kissing love bites all over your neck whilst his hands refuse to leave any part of your body untouched. And then, once he’s ready to go again? He’s fucking into your cunt with such determination and he’s hitting so deep inside you that you don’t even know your own name anymore, and you’re clinging to him like he’s your lifeline.

And the sounds he’s making? He would be whining and moaning in your ear with no shame at all. And he’s telling you how fucking good you feel, and how well you’re taking him, and how proud he is of you, and how he only wants you to come once more, but it’s never just once more, is it?

Because once you told him that hearing him be loud in his bed is the hottest thing he could ever do, and his voice makes you fall apart. so now he plans on never shutting up ever again <3

[haillordvecnaa]

this brain rot has started 🫡

[h4rring1on]

reader getting very very drunk/wasted bcs eddie has a date and when eddie finds out he picks reader up and takes care of her in his trailer and reader says really dumb things and accidentally confesses her love for eddie

warnings: vv drunk reader, eddie being a sweetheart, idk what else please tell me if there’s something i missed!!

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“yeah—but uh anyways” eddie said as he got up, “i gotta go get ready”

“why?” you asked

“got a date!” he exclaimed, “finally.”

you could feel your heart sink. eddie has a date? at first you thought he liked you—that you had a chance. but no, he didn’t like you at all. he actually couldn’t care any less.

“with who?” you got up and followed him into his room

“who do you think? chrissy, obviously”

you paused in your place, “you still like her?”

“well—yeah, haven’t really stopped” he chuckled as he came out of the bathroom with a brand new shirt

“where’s—where’s that from?” you asked, pointing to the shirt

“you like? it’s apparently called a button up, makes you look fancy”

“but you don’t like these kinds of shirts” you muttered but he wasn’t close enough to hear you

“anyway, i’m super nervous”

“yeah” you fake smiled, “yeah i bet…anyway—uh, somethings come up so i gotta go” you said

“oh” he paused, “you don’t wanna be with me for support?”

“you got all the confidence, you’ll do just fine, anyway, enjoy” you said as you walked away from his room and out the door, “enjoy your date with chrissy” you sighed as you got in your car

you couldn’t stop thinking about the date. what if it goes well? and they start dating, and he forgets you exist, and then chrissy finds out that you like him and tells him, and you’re embarrassed for life. and he doesn’t even feel the same way. and he’s gonna leave you forever and ever and—

okay maybe you’re overreacting.

your parents weren’t home for the weekend, and you had gotten some alcoholic drinks for some hangout you planned. but obviously it wasn’t gonna happen anymore because eddie would probably not be there and be with stupid chrissy.

you opened the fridge and grabbed them all, drinking them one by one, the more you think about eddie the more you drank. you just wanted to forget. forget. forget.

you got up from the couch, dropping one of the empty bottles, but luckily it didn’t break. you grabbed the phone and dialed the number

“hello?”

“you.” you said, “how could you do this?”

“what? what’s wrong with your voice?” eddie asked

“listen here, mister. i tried and tried but you—you don’t even notice anything. i don’t even care anymore. i don’t—no. i don’t care” you repeated

“are you drunk?”

“no! never. i am a child of god i don’t—“

“you’re drunk”

“okay maybe i am.” before you could say anything, he hung up the phone.

you sat on the couch, just thinking about what you did. why would you even say that? oh who cares. but what if he does? no he doesn’t—

you heard a knock on the door, you got up and opened it to see a very concerned eddie there, he quickly got in to see the amount of bottles on the couch, the table, the floor, everywhere.

“how much did you drink, jesus” he said

“why are you here” you said, “go back to your stupid date”

“alright come on, sweetheart. time for bed, yeah?” he held your hand to guide you but you let go

“no!” you whined, “i don’t wanna—leave me alone”

he sighed and took you to the couch, “tell me” he said

“what?” you furrowed your eyebrows

“why did you drink so much?”

“no” was all you said

“you don’t wanna say it?”

you shook your head

“then bed it is” he got up and picked you up

you exaggeratedly gasped, “i love bed! don’t you?” you asked

“yes yes i also love bed” he said as he placed you down on the bed, “well that’s just great” he sighed as he saw you wearing pretty tight jeans that clearly weren’t for sleeping

“how about we change, yeah?” he asked softly

“no” you whined, “you do it”

he obviously couldn’t just take off your clothes, so he thought of an idea. he took off his shirt, he could see you had an undershirt

“arms up” he said, and you raised them with no question

he took off your main shirt, leaving you in your under shirt. he then made you wear his shirt, that was long enough to reach down your thighs. he took a breath and unbuttoned your pants, relief washing over his face once he slid down the pants and noticed that the shirt idea worked, meaning he didn’t see anything.

he then covered you up with a blanket, but before he could leave, you held his hand

“thank you, eds” you said, eyes droopy, “stay with me?”

he sighed and muttered a small okay as he sat down on the other side of the bed, you turned to him and got closer with a pout on your face

“what’s wrong?” he asked

“i’m sad” you said

“why’s that?”

“because you’re an idiot!” you snapped, “you went on a date with chrissy! and all this time you didn’t even notice that i was there the entire time! do you not get what that means?”

“what?” he said, genuinely confused

“i like you, you idiot!”

his face blanked, “wait…what?”

he looked down to see you fast asleep now, and he could feel a smile rise, you like him.

you like him.

you like him.

you like him.

you like him.

he pulled you in closer and placed a kiss on your forehead, truth was. he didn’t even want to go, he just wanted to forget you. wasnt it clear? wasn’t it clear how fast he called off the date the second you called him? wasnt it clear how happy he was around you? wasnt it clear how bummed out he was when you didn’t say anything about the date?

man, this was gonna be a whole thing when you finally come back to your senses.

pt.2

[lil-freak-dexii]

“Not all men-…”

You’re right, Eddie would never.

[smellslikefakewerewolves]

This is the face of a man who uses your shower products when you aren’t home then lies through his teeth when asked why he smells like white strawberry and mint

[castial]

don't worry ryan, I got the message

[honey-flustered]

can i request mirror sex with eddie and wayne hears banging and barges in and talks to you guys about protection

A/N: Apologies for the long wait, love. But I’m here and slowly getting my writing mojo back. I hope you enjoy!

Wrap it Up! (MDNI+18)

Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: smut, mirror sex, graphic language and descriptions, sex standing up, getting caught, creampie (cum gets everywhere), awkward conversations about (sex, pregnancy, protection), Eddie & Reader 18+, some humor, fluff

Despite Eddie’s lean frame, underneath that hellfire club T-shirt was all muscle and you have the perfect advantage to study every ripple and bulge. You’re eyes are hazy but intense as you stare at the image before you in the full body mirror: Eddie’s back, slick with sweat, flexes with every stroke into your sopping core as he fucks you standing up. The muscles rippling in his cute little ass was enough to pull one hand away from his hair to cup it.

Wayne invited you over for dinner as he did every night. And sometimes on the days when he’d have to go shopping for groceries, Eddie would occasionally stay over to “prepare the ingredients” but really it’s just an excuse to have you over his place earlier so that the two of you could fool around. Hence, why now you were in this position discovering your new mirror kink.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You whine in his ear then bite on the soft lobe.

“You feel fucking incredible, baby,” His hoarse, raspy gasp into your ear causes you clench tighter around him and he hisses. “You’re killing me.”

“Want you to cum in me. Please, daddy.”

“Oh, yeah?” he said says knocking against the magic button within you. “You’re on birth control now?”

“No. But I can take a Plan B. I just want to feel your cum in me. Want it dripping down my legs.”

“Oh, fuuuck.” His nails dig into the soft, plushness of your ass as he pounds into you harder and faster, the sounds of your wetness and bodies colliding fill the room. It’s loud and so were you as you groan a throat-tearing groan at being filled so deliciously over and over.

He bends a little at the knee, throwing you up in his arms enough so that he can get your legs in a position where your feet are beside his ears, the anklet he’d given you on your first year anniversary dangling near the left one. The new position allows him to drill into your greedily suctioning pussy deeper and you thought you were loud the last time. You were screaming as if you were in a goddamn horror movie and he’s just staring you down fiercely wanting to elicit more sounds out of you. Your eyes dart back to the mirror nearly cumming at the sight alone.

Feeling himself about to reach his climax, he climbs into the bed on his knees with him still nuzzled inside you for the final strokes. The backs of your knees now hooked around his shoulders as he curls into you enough to bounce you in his lap and suck and twirl a tongue around one of your hardened peaks.

“Oh my god,” You whine. With one hand still across your slick back guiding you up and down his length, he brings the other between your bodies to massage your swollen clitoris. “I’m gonna fucking cum for you!” Sobbing with legit real hot tears streaming down your face, your orgasm slams into you like a fucking bus and your gushing all over him and you. His unruly public hairs matter down by your creamy arousal. He intensifies your high, slamming into your g-spot and not once giving you a break to cope. You dig your nails into him, the whites of your eyes are all he could see.

“Gonna cum, baby. Ready to take it.”

As if you could speak! You babble and cry out in response. He slams you down once…twice…three times and just as he’s about to fill you up—

“Edward Munson, you know how to work this damn pho-Jesus Christ!” Wayne Munson, coming home from a long trip to the store, expected to walk into his nephew’s room seeing him do anything from playing his guitar to reading one of his comics. What he hadn’t expected was not only had Eddie not set up the table for dinner but he finds Eddie doing you.

Eddie’s horrified that despite thinking that the intrusion was enough to stop his climax it was already too late. His orgasm raked through him forcing himself to bite on his lip to keep from whimpering as he spurts ropes of his warm cum into your inviting gummy channel. But you jump out of his grasp as fast as it happened, forcing his essence to coat anything in close proximity.

Wayne has long averted his eyes before this point, raising his hands out over his face. “Dear god! You could’ve at least put up a sock or something, boy.”

“Oh my god!” You find a throw blanket beside you to bury yourself in.

“Wayne!” Eddie shouts, shoving his exposed cock down between his legs. “What the hell are you doing here so early? Didn’t you have to run like a bunch of errands and shit?”

“I just needed to get some wine and cigarettes, ya nut. Just gather yourselves whenever you’re ready.” He blindly searches for the doorknob and shuts the door.

“Holy shit,” You throw the blanket off of you, standing to go in search of your clothes around the room. “How am I going to face him now after he’s seen us like that?”

“It’s not like he doesn’t know we’ve been having sex.”

“This is different! This is him actually seeing it for himself. I can never look him in the eyes again,” You reach for your panties thrown on his dresser, hoisting up and over you. “I should go home.”

“No, please stay. We can act as if nothing ever happened.”

“How? I’ll be burning up with embarrassment the moment I see him.” You groan and flop down on his bed, your face down on his pillow.

“Long as we don’t speak of it, it’ll blow over,” Eddie says, looking down at the trickle of his cum between your legs and the mess he made all over himself. “We don’t say a word about this even outside this trailer.”

You chuckle, wanting to lighten the mood. You ran a finger on one of his painted thighs, scooping up the thick white substance. “I don’t know. I think your friends would love to hear about your little mess even after getting caught.”

“You’re a menace.”

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Throughout, preparation of the dinner neither you nor Eddie said anything. Not even to each other. Simply, hanging your heads low while he prepares the table and you spiced up the sauce for the pasta. Wayne is also occupied with his own chore of tending to the pasta and making no efforts to speak as well, avoiding all eye contact. It was an overall awkward affair for all parties.

At the dinner table, the three of you ate in silence. Eddie, rubbing a hand on your knee as you continued to blush profusely and hang your head low.

“Alright, I’m just gonna say it since we’ve already found ourselves in this awkward position,” Wayne says, throwing down his glass to break the silence. “In the countless times I’ve had to clean up your room, never once have I noticed a condom wrapper. So my question is, do ya wear protection?”

Eddie chokes on his drink. “Dude!”

“What? It’s a valid question. As my responsibility as your legal guardian, I should’ve had this talk with you long ago. So, it’s on me. But if the two of you are going to engage in these…activities, you should at least be safe,” Wayne says, carrying the tone of a concerned parent. “So how do ya do it?”

“Do what?” Eddie asks in hesitance, dreading the upcoming next set of questions.

“Prevent pregnancy. Birth control? Morning After Pills? Pull out method?” Wayne probes.

“I cannot believe this is my life right now.”

“Don’t shy away now, Eds? You’re a man now and you’ve gotta have these grown man conversations.”

“Mr. Munson’s right, Eddie,” You speak up, bringing your eyes up for the first time in the entire night. “We have been a little…risky.”

Wayne nods. “Having a child is a huge responsibility. I would know. I took Eddie in when I was pretty young myself. And you’re starting university soon, Y/n. On a full-ride. I’m sure that’s not something you see for yourself as of now. This isn’t to come down hard on y’all. Again, I was young once. But please for the love of God, use some form of contraceptive and learn to lock a goddamn door.”

“Okay, yeah we will.” Eddie affirms.

“Yes.” You agree.

“Good. Let’s shake off the tension now. I’ve already erased whatever that was from my memory so you two can stop acting like you’re walking on eggshells.”

The three of you join in laughter and move into conversation aside from the embarrassing moment. Although, later on that night while you were busy collecting the plates from the table, in one instance of a proud uncle moment, Wayne secretly gestures Eddie for a fist-bump. Eddie mischievously smiles and obliges.

[asimpforthe80s]

Desperate times

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Warnings: fingering, humping, eating pussy, names (baby, darling, mommy, eds), cumming in boxers, aftercare, slightly needy Eddie, nap

It had been about a week since Eddie last saw you. A week without sloppy making out and a week without sex. God, it was a nightmare for him.

So, as soon as you entered that damn trailer door, he grabbed you and hurried you into the bedroom. The look in his eyes was desperate and a deep lust.

He was quick with undressing you, ripping some of your clothes in the process. He pressed sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your chest until he reached what he wanted. You didn't feel it, but you knew he was rock hard inside his tight jeans and boxers.

Quickly ripping off your panties, he immediately started lapping at your cunt. Sticking 2 fingers inside your entrance, he thrusted them inside you until he found that one spongey spot inside you.

You arched your back as he repeatedly massaged your g-spot, working quickly to make you cum.

As he massaged your spot, he sucked on your clit and groped your tits. He seemed desperate to taste your cum on his tongue.

Luckily for him, his fingers and tongue were both incredibly skilled at making you feel pure bliss and ecstasy.

Though, this time was different. White filled your vision as you went into a state of bliss. Eddie worked you through your orgasm as you went into subspace.

After a few minutes, you came back to reality and noticed Eddie desperately humping your thigh. "Sorry, baby.. you've just.. been gone for WAY too long." He groaned between subby moans and whimpers.

He groaned and whimpered as he picked up his speed, looking like he wasn't too far away from cumming. You understood that you had been away for longer than you thought, so you let him.

He was just like that sometimes. Switching from a dom to a sub after you've come for him. You were pretty used to it by now. And it was so hot to see, too.

What did surprise you was what happened when he came. "Mommy." He moaned as he came inside his boxers, collapsing on top of you and panting heavily.

You snuggled close to him as he came down from his high. The two of you had missed each other like hell, even though it had just been a week. So you just held him close and made sure he was comfortable.

"Love you.. so, so much, Eds." You said, kissing his cheek and running your hands through his long, messy curls. "Love you too, baby. I was going nuts. You know that, right? I missed you so damn much."

You nodded. "Yeah, I know, darling.. sorry I didn't tell you I was gonna come home so late." You murmured, smiling down at him as he laid his head against your chest. "It's okay. Sorry if I seemed needy. The week without you was hell."

You chuckled. "Yeah, I get it.."

"You don't think I'm weird because I'm so attached, do you?" He asked nervously, hoping he didn't bother you with how needy and clingy he was at times. "Of course not.. I love that you're like that." You smiled, kissing his forehead gently.

"You do?" He seemed shocked by this. It was nice to know that his clingy nature wasn't something you found off-putting. "You really like how clingy and needy I sometimes am?"

You nodded. "I love how clingy and needy you are.. especially after sex.. it just shows that you love me." You said. "So my clingyness is seen more as affection rather than some annoying thing?" He asked, hopeful that that's how it was interpreted as. "Yeah." You confirmed, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

The thought genuinely made him happy. He was scared that all his love might have been overbearing on you. "You have no idea how happy that makes me." He looked up at you, a giant smile on his face.

You smiled right back at him. "Now.. mind taking a nap? And no, you're not leaving his bed. You're gonna cuddle with me." You said, knowing he'd ask to cuddle you as you slept. "Yes, ma'am." He said, not fighting you at all this time. He had the energy taken out of him from how hard he pleasured you. But it didn't bother him at all this time. He actually felt oddly content being so tired afterward. And you know he was loving every second of this. Being the big spoon for you is one of his favorite things to do.

After a minute of him gently spooning you and holding your hand, you drifted off to sleep. One of the things Eddie knew how to do best was aftercare. And he knew it.

He was so used to aftercare. The two of you had done it dozens and dozens of times. It was a very natural part of the routine that followed the sex.

Eddie stayed awake the whole time, just to make sure you were okay and that you didn't mind his touch. Plus, this was one of his favorite positions that you two took during aftercare: him as the big spoon. And he'd always loved it.

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Dare or Dare

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader Word Count: 4.1k words Warnings: NSFW, smut, mutual masturbation, oral (f and m! receiving), cum eating, multiple orgasms, slight praise kink, slight dirty talk, no actual p in v, language... A/N: I thought this up, like, two months ago but only started writing it earlier this week. But it is done now and you can feast as much as you want. I hope you enjoy, thank you! <3 P.S.: My computer is kinda fucked up rn so posting is going to be kind of hard for a while...

"Let's do Truth or Dare."

You turn toward Eddie and screw your nose up as you scoff, "What?" He's lounged on your bed, legs crossed at his ankles with his guitar across his lap. His strumming fingers stop, splaying his hands out on the strings as he shrugs.

You shake your head, "Why? There's only two of us." You shift so your legs are under you, staring at him with a raised brow.

He shrugs again, his fingers curling over the neck of his guitar as he turns to look again. He glances between it and you, strumming a chord. "Don't need anybody else, sweetheart."

You roll your eyes, considering for a moment before giving up as you offer no alternative. "Ugh," you sigh dramatically. "Fine. Am I starting or are you?"

He beams, excited as he sets his guitar off the bed, propped against the wall. "Ask me," he declares, slapping his hands together and rubbing them loudly.

"Truth or dare, Eddie?" you sigh.

He doesn't miss a beat. "Dare."

"Thought so," you mumble under your breath, looking away to think as you sigh. "Um... I dare you to do a... handstand?"

Eddie's dramatic and he likes to show it. He throws himself back, rolling his eyes and groaning loudly at your poor attempt to play. "Oh, come on," he exclaims. "You can do better than that."

You laugh at his antics, though you try not to encourage him, before sighing and allowing your shoulders to sag. "Okay, um..." you huff. "I dare you to... kiss me?"

Eddie makes a face. "Oh, that's lame!"

You slap a hand over your chest, mocking offence as you protest. "I'm your girlfriend—How is that lame?"

He rolls his eyes, his stupid smile still plastered to his lips as he leans forward and takes your chin in one large hand. He pulls you close, kissing your lip roughly for a moment before pulling away again.

Satisfied, you sit back.

Not entirely satisfied, Eddie raises a brow. "This is how you play. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Can't pick truth," he says, shaking his obnoxious head of hair.

"Then why is it in the title?"

He rolls his eyes. "Dare or dare?"

"Ugh!" you exclaim, but relent. "Dare."

He grins wickedly, like he's been waiting to pull this one on you since he proposed the game. You're suspicious that this is why he proposed the game—pervert.. "I dare you to wear the sexiest thing you own."

You screw up your face again, scowling half-heartedly at him. "Why?"

"Can't ask why. Just do it."

You roll your eyes and hesitantly stand, trekking toward your dresser. "Perv." He snorts. You open the drawers, looking through them with a sigh. You don't really have anything, you've never gone out of your way to fill your wardrobe with expensive, suggestive things. As you finally conclude that you have nothing, you decide that simple is best.

You pull open your top shelf and grab something, stuffing it under your shirt to hide from Eddie, who's watching intently, and shuffle into the bathroom with the command of "no peeking".

It takes you a moment to undress, and Eddie is left waiting impatiently to see the finished project, tapping his fingers on his thighs, drawing patterns on his knee. For a moment, he wonders if you decided to just jump out of your bathroom window and leave.

Of course, however, you did not as you push the bathroom door open and step out. Eddie's eyes rake up your form, wide and adoring as he takes in the sight of you: you're dressed next to nothing, just black lace creating a bra and a pair of dainty little panties. His mouth basically waters as he gawks at you.

"Woah," he breathes.

You ignore the blush and grumble, "Shut up and pick one."

His face splits in a large grin as he just shakes his head, licking his lips as you regain your place on your bed, your legs crossed to mirror his own position. "Dare," he said.

You huff, "I dare you to—Stop looking at my tits!" A pillow flies at his face and his giggly laugh erupts as he narrowly misses it. He throws the pillow back at you before slapping his palm over his eyes.

"Dare or dare?" he asks.

You throw the pillow at him again, this time hitting him since his face is covered. He laughs loudly again. "That's not fair, I didn't go!" you exclaim, a whiny laugh hanging on the end as you complain to him.

"Yeah, you did," he nods, peeking at you through his fingers. "You dared me to stop looking."

You scoff, grabbing his hand to pull it off his face and hold it. "That doesn't count," you argue, wrapping your hands around his thick fingers.

"Yeah, it does," he says. "Dare or dare?" You roll your eyes and pick the only option. "I dare you to let me touch your tits."

"Eddie!" you drop his hand as you flush.

"C'mon," he laughs, gesturing to your bosom with an appreciative gaze, "they're just so perfect. You should be offended if I don't ask."

"Eddie!"

"You can say no," he smiles truthfully, leaning forward to take your hands in his grasp, stroking his thumbs over the back of your palms before placing gentle kisses on them. "'M not gonna force you. You know that."

You sigh gently, the flustered feeling sinking away as you stare at Eddie. You just straighten your back, pushing your chest out to him to relent. He's almost giddy as he reaches out, his fingers brushing against your skin where your breasts peek out to test the waters.

Your eyes close gently at the contact, gooseflesh rising along your skin as the sensations of his fingers on you wash over you. Eddie keeps going, slowly cupping your breast in his palm before raising his other hand to do the same. You don't stop him, in fact, he watches with hooded eyes as you chew on your bottom lip, opening your eyes again to look at his pretty face. A near silent moan slips out of you when his thumb brushes over the fabric covering your nipple.

"Fuck, I love your body," he sighs, moving closer to be nearer to you. He pulls his hands away after a moment. You recompose yourself, shaking your head.

"Dare or dare?" you whisper.

He chuckles. "You really don't have to say that anymore, but dare."

You ignore him. "I dare you to... strip for me."

Eddie grins wickedly, already tugging at his shirt. "Now you're gettin' the hang of it," he says. His shirt is already gone, forgotten as a relic of the past as his guitar pick hangs over his chest.

"I wanna see your tats," you shrug, watching him undo his belt.

"All you gotta do is ask."

"Just did," you giggle. He pushes his jeans off his legs, equally as forgotten as his shirt as he sits back on the bed in the same state as you: nearly stark naked and just a little flustered.

You scoot just a little closer, your legs overlapping as you reach out to trace the outlines of his tattoo. His pretty eyelashes flutter as your fingertips brush over the demon on his chest. You take his elbow in your palm and absent-mindedly stroke your thumb over the colony of black bats on his arm.

He stares at you, all lidded eyes and slack jawed, not even bothering to watch your wandering hands. He's too fascinated by you and your pretty face.

"I dare you to let me kiss you," he blurts.

You raise a taunting brow, smirking a little as you tilt your head. "You said that was lame."

"Shut up." He takes your cheek in his palm, the other coming up to cup the side of your neck as he pulls you in. His big lips devour you, eager against you as a tiny moan breaks off into your mouth. You hum as his tongue traces your bottom lip, and you melt deeper into him at all the sensations swarming you.

He pulls you in some more until you're in his lap, straddling his waist as his arms wrap around you. He leans forward and braces himself on the bed, his body towering over yours on your back. His lips trail off of you, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck as the fire threatens to consume the both of you.

His body between your legs prevents you from closing them, and you can feel your arousal beginning to pool between your thighs. "I dare you to—mmh—to touch yourself," you gasp.

He smiles wide, still kissing your neck. "You wanna see me jack off, dirty girl?" he breathes.

You moan, "Please?"

Fuck, you're so sweet. His hand is already palming at his crotch, hot and twitching against his touch. "Well, since you asked so nicely," he teases. "I dare you to touch yourself with me."

You were already well on your way before he asked. Your fingers trace the seam of your underwear, teasing the line before ducking underneath. Eddie's hand follows, dipping under his own waistband to take his cock in his hand. A strangled moan slips out of him, and you bite your lip hard as your hand cups your slick pussy.

You press your finger against your clit, whimpering lightly at the contact as Eddie's body still provides a warm weight over your own. His arm wraps around your body after a moment, and he pulls you up so you're both sitting upright again.

You watch with a watering mouth as he pulls himself from his boxers, stroking his hardening length with a clenched jaw. You pull your hand out of your panties, reaching back behind you to unclasp your bra and reveal your breasts to him. His teasing touch becomes a little quicker at the sight of them, watching as you grip and grope, twisting and teasing your nipples. Some of your arousal smears over your chest, and Eddie wants nothing more than to lean forward and lick it up.

One of your hands returns to your panties, your finger tracing your folds before dipping inside. You bite your lip again, pushing the digit deeper and deeper inside until you are stopped by your palm flush against your pussy. Eddie watches as your hand pumps through your panties, precum beading at his pink tip. He's painfully hard now, you can tell how much he needs you.

Your eyes watch him closely, addicting the sight of his hand working his cock. You add a finger, providing the slightest bit of stretch to your pussy as you press it inside and curl. A tiny moan comes out of you then at the feeling of your fingers just barely brushing that specific part inside you.

"Feel good?" Eddie rasps, watching your face contort.

You add a third finger, a squelching sound following after that makes Eddie groan. "My fingers aren't," you sigh, "quite big enough." The way you look at him, your face almost pleading for him to do something about it. He just reaches out and sets a hand on your waist, bringing you in just a little. Your legs rest on top of his now, and he shifts his own to spread your legs further, grunting pathetically as he watches your hand move in your underwear.

"Fuck," he breathes, "I dare you to let me lick you up, baby."

You smirk a little at him, throwing your head back a little as you pump your fingers in and out of you. "It's my turn," you tell him, flicking your nipple between your fingers.

He huffs impatiently, his hand tightening around the base of his cock. "Then dare me."

You curse under your breath, whimpering briefly as you retract your touch from yourself. "I dare you to lick me up, Eddie."

"Thank god," he mumbles under his breath, pushing you back so you're laying on the bed once again. His lips find your own, tasting your mouth again before dipping down to the valley of your breasts and licking the arousal from your skin. He moans at the taste, looking up at you with blown pupils as his dark gaze watches you.

His lips wrap around your nipple, sucking on it as he teeth momentarily graze the sensitive bud. Your jaw drops and a breathless moan escapes you at the feeling. You can't help but to arch your back into him.

He unlatches from your breast, moving further down to your belly, where he moves off course to grab the hand whose fingers had just been buried in your pussy. He wastes no time in wrapping his lips around them, sucking the slick off of you to taste your arousal. A moan sounds from deep within his chest, but yours is louder as you watch him.

When he pulls away, he smirks, "You taste fuckin wonderful, baby." Then he's kissing down your body again. When Eddie reaches the waistband of your panties, he straightens his spine to lean over you and begins pulling your panties down your legs. He strips you bare, admiring your body for just a few moments before leaning back down to your legs.

He throws them over his shoulders, keeping them there as he dips down and kisses the inside of your thigh, painfully close to the place you need him most. You moan, squirming until he takes your hips and holds you down. "Please," you whisper, a tiny sob following after as the anticipation becomes too high for you to handle. "Please, Eddie, please."

And Eddie is weak and completely unable to say no to you.

He finally puts you out of your misery, licking his tongue along your wet cunt to taste you. And you taste so good, Eddie moans right into your pussy as he moves to suck on your clit. Your back arched and a moan tears from your throat as he does this. His tongue delves inside of you, lapping at your walls and your hands fly to his hair and pull.

He doesn't seem to mind it, especially when his hips stutter and press into the bed. You moan his name as his tongue circles your clit before he's sucking on it again. You've gone light-headed, aching for a release. "Fuck, Eddie," you gasp, "feels so good." He's a wreck as he moans against you, working his tongue in and out of you, swirling it around your clit and then rolling it between his lips. "I needa cum," you whine. "Please, Eddie, I wanna cum."

He keeps building you up as you clench around his tongue, and his hips stutter again when your grip in his hair tightens again. When he knows you can't take much else, he speaks against your folds as you reach your peak. "Cum for me, sweetheart."

"Is that a dare?" you tease between gasps.

He answers with a nod as he sucks hard on your clit, pushing you over the edge. And you do, sealing your lips shut as a muffled whine bleeds through your mouth. Your back arches off the bed and your thighs squeeze around his head as you cum hard against his mouth. Eddie licks you up through your release, eager to taste everything you have to give to him.

As you slowly come down from your high, your grip on Eddie's hair loosens and you fall limp against the sheets. Eddie breaks away from you, travelling back up to your face so he can kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as you wrap your arms around his neck.

You linger there for a moment before you offer him a lopsided grin. "I dare you to let me suck you off."

He smirks and ignores the way his cock twitches against your thigh. "Eager, are we?"

You chuckle, whining out, "Eds."

"I gotcha." He laughs at you, reluctantly pulling away. He holds his hand out for you, and you take it as he pulls you up. On your way up, you set your hands on his chest and push him back, immediately latching onto his neck as your lazy kisses decorate his skin. He exposes his neck to you, more than happy to give you what you want as you suck and nibble until you've marked him up.

On your way down, you leave mark after mark on his collarbone, his chest, the side of his tummy, and down to his hip. Your lips trace over a tattoo along his waist as you pulled the waistband of his underwear down enough to see it, just the word "FUCK" in all caps and written in an ancient script font. The tattoo was your idea, a stupid idea he loved too much and got on your birthday. After he'd gotten it, you decided you would get one to match on his.

You tug again on his boxers, pulling them down until they were forgotten on the floor with the other pile of clothes that no longer existed in your head. You take his dick in your hand, hot and heavy in your palm.

He curses under his breath as you lick a long strip up the side of him, stopping at the head to kiss it gently. Tasting the bead of precum at the tip, you moan gently and dip down to lick along the underside. Eddie watches you with vivid fascination as your warm tongue paints him in saliva. Your hand pumps his length a few times as you lean up again to kiss his other hip.

You lick his slit again, suckling around the head of his cock as he leaks onto your tongue. Inhaling one breath, you take him into your mouth, bobbing yourself up and down as you take him further and further down. You feel the tickling of your gag reflex at the back of your throat but ignore it as you keep taking him.

"Fuck," he whispers, just watching you as you grip his thighs. One of your hands is tightly grasping a barbed wire tattoo wrapping twice around his upper thigh. You pull off of him after a moment, catching your breath as you lick the length of him. When you're taking him again, Eddie's breath catches in his throat when your nose brushes his pelvis. You linger there with his cock stuck down your throat for a moment longer before you're pulling off of him again.

Eddie moans and praises you, carding his hands through your hair as he lets you suck him off. "You're so fucking perfect," he groans. "Takin' me so well, like you were made for me."

And when the telltale signs of his release twitch in your throat, he pulls you off of him with a strangled groan. You catch your breath as you stare up at him, saliva covering your lips and dribbling down your chin. Eddie leans forward and kisses you again, cupping your throat with a large hand as he wipes at your chin.

When he pulls away, his eyes are completely black with lust and desire. You are sure your gaze is mirroring his, your clit pulsing and your pussy clenching around nothing.

"I want you to ride me, baby," he breathes, sitting you up again.

You raise a brow, "Is that a dare?"

"Forget the dare, sweetheart."

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling him and you wrap your arms around his neck. You reach one hand down between the two of you, grasping his cock again as you swipe your thumb over the head. He hums, especially when you start grinding your hips down on nothing, in need of something to fill you up as the desire grows inside of you.

"You want my fingers? Hm?" he asks, grasping your hips tighter to encourage you in his lap. You nod eagerly, too busy whining to answer him properly. "Yeah? You need my fingers to fuck you?"

"Yes, please," you whimper, squeezing his cock in your palm. You watch his head roll back, revealing his neck to you as his Adam's apple bobs. The veins of his neck look so pretty, and they look even prettier with your lips on them as you suck on the skin there once again.

His hands dip between your thighs, groping a handful of skin before he's dipping his middle finger inside of you. You gasp and moan as his thick finger fills you up, and you start grinding your hips a little harder as the pad of his fingers reaches that spot inside that you couldn't reach and deeper. He curls his finger, beckoning your hips closer. Your hand on his cock pumps faster, your body squishing him between your bellies with each grind.

As Eddie adds a second finger, your eyes roll to the back of your head. His fingers brush every part of you, dragging along your walls in that delicious way that has you wetting his fingers like crazy. They're absolutely drenched in your arousal, each thrust in and out of you making a squelching sound that has you clenching tighter.

"Eddie," you moan, chanting his name like a prayer as he fills you up with his fingers. "Fuck, Eddie, you feel so good."

"Yeah?" he smirks, grunting as you flick your wrist. "Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?"

You nod eagerly, leaning forward until you're burying your head in the crook of his neck. "Yeah, yes, fuck, mhm."

Eddie's moans are a little louder as he bucks into your hand. His precum is smearing on your belly as you stroke him. The way he moves his hips has him nearly fucking your tits, and it's driving the both of you insane. The sounds he makes in your ear, the ones you're making in his, it builds up inside of you until you're on the verge of tears.

The pad of Eddie's thumb presses against your clit, rubbing at the bundle of nerves as a guttural moan rips from your throat. You grind harder against his hand, searching for the pleasure until it's too much.

"Eddie," you gasp. "Fuck, Eddie, I'm gonna cum." His cock twitches in your hand, and you know he's just as close.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum on my hand, sweetheart?" he asks, groaning when you pump your hand faster. You nod, gasping and moaning and grinding. He curses under his breath, keeping you close as he finally breaths out a final command. "Cum again for me, baby. Come on."

You arch your back as you finally come undone on top of him, shouting a helpless moan and rolling your hips against him. Eddie follows close behind, thick ropes of cum spilling from his cock and coating both your chests.

The pleasure blossoms inside of you, and it lasts a long time as his fingers continue to curl. Your moans break off into tiny whimpers until you're a gasping mess on top of him. Eddie watches you come down from your high, groaning as your hand pumps slowly along his cock, milking him to the last drop.

When the two of you slow to a stop, you take a moment just to catch your breaths, staring at the other like they've got the world in their eyes. Eddie leans back, collapsing onto your pillows with you still laying on top of him.

You gather the strength to push yourself up in his chest and lick at the cum on his chest to clean him up. When you go to kiss him, he sighs against you and flips you into your back so he can do the same for you, kissing along your breasts and neck after he's tidied you up.

He plops down beside you, pulling you into his chest. You comply without complaint and cuddle up to him sleepily.

"Shit," he breathes, smoothing his hand along your side with a smile. You rest your chin on his chest to look up at him. He smells like sex, cheap cologne, and your white strawberry and mint shampoo, and you love it.

"I fucking love this game," you grin.

He smiles a lopsided grin at you, breathing a laugh. "Yeah, I bet you do."

You breathe in deep, sighing heavily before looking at him again. "I got one last dare for you."

He smiles wide, scooting closer—you can feel his dick press into your thigh. "Fire at will," he says.

You set your palm against his cheek, stroking your thumb under his eyelid. "I dare you to love me, Eddie."

It's cheesy and it's silly and it sounds like the ending to a story, but it makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside when he replies with so much honesty that it makes you feel like you'll burst at the seams.

"How could I not?"

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what is and what should never be (remastered) |older!dilf!eddie munson x reader| II

prompt: you agree to go on a date with mr. munson- eddie.

part 2 of the older!eddie x reader series, remastered version lol!

contains: age gap (eddie is early forties, reader is late twenties early thirties, all consensual), language, drinking, smoking, p in v sex, oral (fem and male). mentions of divorce & eddie was previously married. 18+ minors DNI I'm so serious.

Your knee bounced underneath the table, freshly polished nails tapping against the faux-leather lined menu in your hand. You couldn’t will yourself to look over at Mr. Mun-  

Eddie. You had to remind yourself, cheeks heating at the playful reminder he’d given you earlier.

“Mr. Munson? Makes me feel old, sweetheart.” He had teased you when he picked you up. 

He’d held the door open for you and everything, a bundle of red roses in the passenger seat.  "Told you I was old school, sweet thing." Eddie purred, sending you a wink that made your thighs clench together, hoping he couldn’t see the way you’d squirmed in blistering heat under his gaze.

 Eddie sat across from you, an envious kind of calm in his demeanor that you desperately hoped you could channel. He was so collected, a painstaking reminder of his seniority over you. It made your heart flutter and jump every time his eyes would meet yours, peek over the menu at you.  

“So,” Eddie placed his menu down, breaking the silence that fell between the two of you. “Brielle tells me you went away for college?” 

“Yeah,” You squeaked, swallowing your beating heart with a slight cringe. “I mean, yes, I did.” Your eyes met his, the low light of the art deco lamp shining in them. 

“What did you study?” Eddie pressed, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek. 

“Don’t laugh,” You gave him a soft glare, lips curling in a playful grin. “I majored in Art History.” 

“Art History?” Eddie’s lips spread in a smile that matched yours. You noticed the creasing in his stubbled cheeks, dimples peeking through. “You know I gotta ask the question now.” 

“Oh, please don’t.” You groaned, shaking your head. 

“I’ve got to.” Eddie shrugged. “What are you going to do with that degree?” 

“C’mon,” You laughed, lips pursing, lashes batting at him flirtatiously, satisfied at how his brows raised. “Uh, you know… I thought I would be like Charlotte York, y’know?” 

Eddie blinked at you. “From Sex and the City?” You blinked back. 

“Is that… A movie?” 

“No.” You gasped playfully. “You don’t know Sex and the City? The show? I mean, there’s movies too, but it’s a show. The best show.” 

“Sounds like a good one.” Eddie purred, a seductive tone in his humor that had your tummy flipping, rushing with exciting heat. 

“Um, so, I-I wanted to buy and sell art. Work in a museum, do the whole thing.” You tilted your head slightly. “Didn’t exactly work out.” 

“You’ve got time.” Eddie hummed. 

You rolled your eyes lightly. “I don’t know. I feel like it’s probably unrealistic. Probably will end up being the part time art teacher at the elementary school for life. Maybe even work up to a full time spot.” You giggled, crossing your fingers playfully in the air. 

“Is that what you do now?” Eddie asked. 

“Yeah, that and the barista thing. It’s easy. Both of them are.” Nerves bubbled in your chest under his gaze. You knew you were rambling, fuck you were rambling, but how could you not? When he was looking at you so calmly, when he was looking right through you. 

“The, uh, the district can’t pay a full time art teacher, so I come every other week.” Your nails tapped against your thighs to keep your fidgeting hands from ringing under the table. 

“Yeah? That’s cool. Bet it’s fun.” Eddie grinned softly. “I always liked when Brielle was little, and she’d come home with some creation.” Your heart swelled at how he beamed, how he lit up when he talked about Brielle. 

“Especially after my- well, my divorce.” Eddie smiled shyly, and through the dim lights of the restaurant, you swore you could see a blush. “I was living in this shitty little apartment. I had nothing on the walls, didn’t even really unpack because it was like, what’s the point, y’know? Brielle would always bring me drawings and stuff she made in art class to hang on the walls. She told me it made it look less boring.” 

Your giggles mixed with his own soft laughter, shoulders relaxing for the first time, tension finally breaking. The waiter came with your glasses of wine, a gentle break from the affection blooming between the two of you. 

“So,” You swirled the riesling around in your own crystal glass, looking at him over the rim. “Now I have to ask the question.” 

Eddie’s right lip tugged in a smirk, one he tried to hide with a roll of his tongue. “Lay it on me, sweetheart.” 

Your cheeks tingled with prickling heat, taking a steadying breath to soothe your jittering nerves. “You’re divorced?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie snorted lightly. “You think I’d be here if I wasn’t?” 

“No, I didn’t,” You shook your head, chin ducking to hide your burning face. 

“I’m kidding.” Eddie soothed, knee brushing against yours under the table playfully. “What do you want to know? I’m an open book.” 

“When’d you get divorced?” You said into the crystal of your glass, voice echoing before you swallowed your wine. 

“When Brielle was eight.” Eddie continued, fingers drumming against the wood of the table. “We were married eight years, together almost a year before that. Gina- my ex- she got pregnant, and… I don’t want it to sound like that. Brielle, she’s the best thing that ever happened to me-” 

“-No, I get that.” You nodded. “I get what you’re saying.” 

“I thought it was the right thing to do. We were really young and- honestly? We were scared shitless at the time. Figured we should do it together, and…” Eddie trailed off with a sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat. 

“And?” You pressed, the alcohol in your system already, loosening up your nerves. 

Eddie’s lips twitched, a small huff blowing through his nostrils in soft amusement. “And when your seven year old asks Santa for her parents to stop fighting for Christmas, you have to make difficult choices.” 

“Oh,” Your brows creased gently. “Yeah, I guess that would do it. You two fought a lot?” You couldn’t stop the question from coming out, tumbling past your lips in curiosity. 

“Yeah, we did.” Eddie said with a small laugh. “It… We just weren’t good together. We hated each other- well, I shouldn’t say that. I didn’t hate her. We just couldn’t get along. Couldn’t get aligned no matter how hard we tried to, and when you’re raising a kid? You need to be aligned.” 

You nodded, an iron grip on your wine glass as you took another sip. Your brain raced with the urgency to fill the uncomfortable silence, coming up blank and void of anything. 

“What about you?” Eddie broke the silence. “Your parents divorced?” 

“No they’re not.” You shook your head. “Still together.” 

“That’s nice.” He nodded. “You’re from Hawkins?” 

“Pretty much. Moved here when I was in second grade.” 

“So not that long ago.” Eddie’s lips curled in a wicked grin, eyes lighting with something so exciting. Filled you with rushing heat from head to toe. 

"Ha-ha." You deadpanned sarcastically, lips rolling to try and bite back your own grin. 

Eddie held his hands up in mock defense. "I'm just trying to address the elephant in the room, sweetheart.” 

“What elephant?” Your eyes rounded innocently, feigning confusion. It was adorable, Eddie’s heart skipped at it. This was fun- you were fun. 

“C’mon,” Eddie faltered, a breathy laugh slipping out. “I mean, it’s not a secret I’m a little bit older than you.” He pressed his pointer finger and thumb together, and for a moment, you got to see the etchings on them.

“What’s wrong with that?” You were shocked at your own boldness. Eddie certainly was too, brows lifting before his lips spread in a wolfish grin. “I’m having a good time.” 

“Yeah?” Eddie’s eyes lit up. “Me too. Between me and you, this is the first date I’ve enjoyed in a while.” 

You pressed your lips together, fighting back your own giggly grin threatening to show. "Oh, this is a date?I thought this was just a thank you dinner, Mr. Munson?" You challenged, playfully raising a brow. 

You smirked when you saw his cheeks flush underneath the light, lips twitching and twisting into a smug smile. "If that's all you want it to be, that's all it'll be." Eddie said, fingers tapping on the table. "But I really am having a good time talkin' to you. Enjoying your company."

"It's been nice talking to you, too." You agreed with a breathy sigh. "It’s been really nive, actually. The last few times I've been on a date it's been..." You cringed at the memory. "This is way better, let's just say that."

"So it is a date?" Eddie teased, raising a brow playfully. The wrinkles in his forehead deepened as did the small ones by his eyes, a grit to his look that left you feeling flustered.

The waiter returned with a refill, saving you from a response. Your body burned when Eddie nodded, motioning for your glass to be refilled. 

Eddie lifted his whiskey out to you in a toast. "To you. A thank you for the other night, and tonight." You smiled bashfully, clinking your glass delicately against his, a familiar giddy rush of heat you hadn’t felt in a long time returning to the pit of your belly. 

You weren’t entirely sure how it happened. 

If it was the wine, or the countless stories Eddie told you exaggeratedly that left you laughing so hard your sides ached. Maybe it was the dimples, how they’d crease in a wicked grin when he’d say something that made you blush. How he’d catch his tongue between his teeth, eyes darkening in the most exciting way. 

Maybe the wine was to blame. Two glasses turned to three, you’d slipped beside Eddie in the booth after the waiter filled your fourth glass. Gone was any apprehension about the night, nerves disappearing with every wine soaked giggle. 

You’d shut the place down, the last two lingering in the same booth as the staff cleaned up, loudly stacked chairs and passive aggressive sweeps under your table until Eddie finally paid the bill. “Let’s get outta here.” 

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders on the way to the car, smitten at the way you leaned into his side. Eddie had opened the door for you, not at all ready for you to fist his shirt, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. The strong scent of his spicy aftershave overtook your senses, blended perfectly with a hint of cigarette smoke. You could taste the whiskey from before on his tongue, mixing with the remnants of the wine left on yours, a perfect collision that left your head spinning deliciously. 

Your hands found his hair, tangling your fingers through his curls, pulling him deeper and deeper into you until you found yourself here- pressed in the backseat of his truck, his weight pressing you into the leather seats. Forearms planted on either side of your head to keep himself above you, Eddie’s lips moved against yours expertly. You thought he’d be a lousy kisser, too old to be good at it- it was a pleasant surprise that he was quite the opposite, clearly with years of experience that perfected his craft. 

You were beneath him, writhing and grinding into his thigh, feet sliding the length of his calf. Insatiable- needy, even. 

"Sweetheart, hold on." Eddie breathed, pulling apart so he hovered above you. “Wait.” He laughed, pushing away when you clawed at him, desperately trying to pull him back to you.

 His curly tendrils fell onto your cheeks, ticking them when he looked down at you through thick, dark lashes. Your eyes rounded so sweetly up at him, lips swollen and kiss bitten. 

Eddie sighed gently, a content yet sharp exhale you could feel, your chest still on his. "This is great. Really great, but..."

The hummingbird beat of your heart stilled entirely, taking a sharp breath in. You knew it was coming. The inevitable 'I can't do this with you'. The fall, the crash back to reality. It was too good to be true, too odd to work anyways. You cursed yourself for letting him get you this far. You were stupid to think this was going to work. You knew better.

"I just,” Eddie huffed, smacking a hand against the headrest, pushing up. Your legs tightened around his hips frantically, one last desperate attempt to stop him. 

“Hang on. I gotta move. My back is killing me." Eddie sighed, shaking his head as he adjusted so he knelt awkwardly between your legs, still hunched in the back of the car.

You blinked. "What?"

Eddie scoffed lightly, grinning, face still inches from your own. "C’mon, I'm not young like you, baby. Can’t do the backseat as easy anymore. Not as good as I once was." He smiled, tossing you a wink that had your body screaming with excitement. 

You smiled shyly, scooting back into the seat to make room for him, mumbling a quiet apology. "No, it’s not- I wanna do this. I just-I gotta go somewhere where I'm not so cramped. If you wanna do this.” Eddie added the last part quickly, eyes scanning your features carefully. 

“Yeah, of course.” You giggled, lip tucking between your teeth. 

“Back to my place?” Eddie grunted, fumbling to find the door handle. You nodded, pulling to adjust your clothing. 

The two of you stumbled through the front door, limbs clinging and grabbing the other, fisting and shoving clothes off in between feverish kisses. A trail of clothing following the two of you to the living room. You dropped to your knees before he could pull you into the room, stopping in the entrance, his hands planted on the door frame above you.

Your hands shook with excitement, fumbling with his belt. “Easy,” Eddie rasped, looking down at you through lidded lashes. “Take your time, baby. No need to rush. ‘M not goin’ anywhere.” 

Your thighs squeezed, rubbing together for friction, his hands finding your hair as you licked his tip. One hand gripping the back of his thigh to keep you steady, and the other cupping his balls, squeezing as you rolled them, smug at the grunts and hushed moans of pleasure spilling from his lips.

"Fuuuck, baby." Eddie groaned, stilling his hips. "Just like that. All the way. Good girl." He groaned, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. You felt another trembling gush of excited wetness flood your panties, clenching around nothing but an aching desire to be filled, taking him deeper.

You swallowed him as far as you could, only gagging when he pushed past your throat. "C’mon, you got it. You can do it. Do it f’me? Ah, yeah, just like that.” Eddie panted, head tipping back when he touched the back of your throat. “Atta girl, good girl. Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby?" Your nose brushed against his coarse hair at the base of him, eyes pricking with tears.

He pulled out of you unexpectedly, a small whimper leaving your lips. "That's a good girl." Eddie cooed, calloused fingers wiping the wetness from under your eyes. "Someone's gotta take care of you, huh? Your turn now, hm?"

Eddie led you to the couch, hands gripping your waist, baring you for him. Your body trembled at the way his eyes darkened, looking at your puffy, slick lips with a hungry, nearly predatory look. Legs over his shoulders, your nails digging into the cushions behind you as your hips bucked, held into place by his steady grip until you were crying out his name. He was a pro, that much was for certain.

You told him that, body still shaking with after shocks of pleasure that left  your mind spacey from your second orgasm. He'd simply laughed. "Years of practice, baby doll." Throwing you a wink, smooching the inside of your thigh sloppily before letting his fingers run through your slick, sensitive folds.

He'd finally got you into his bed, stumbling down the hallway, before you propped yourself on all fours near the edge of the bed. He'd fucked you, hard. The squelch of your pussy being filled with him echoing off the walls, mixed with whimpers and groans from the both of you, a sinful melody that neither one of you wanted to end.

You'd pushed him on the bed, climbing on top before you sank down on his cock. It was a thank you for the dinner, you decided, and for everything afterwards. Nails digging into his tattooed chest as you sank down, brows pinched and eyes shining taking- feeling every single inch of him inside of you. You felt so full of him. It was overwhelming, dizzying the way he felt inside of you. The head of his cock bumped, teasing the sensitive spot that made you gush, leaving your body burning and aching for him.

Eddie's hands dug into the meat of your hips and ass, a low grunt falling from his chest. Your hips swiveled, sucking him in with ever pleasure filled gallop on top of him.

"You close? Y'gonna cum for me, sweet thing?" Eddie whispered, your whiny response making his cock twitch, groaning at the squeeze of your walls around his length. "Doin’ so good. Shit- feel so good. Go ahead. Cum f’me, baby." His fingers traveled up your body, flicking and twisting your pebbled nipples.

You clenched, rhythm stuttering, sitting fully and grinding against his base for friction. "Oh, fuck," You whined, high and nasally. "I-I’m really close- oh!” Your body stuttered when his calloused thumb pressed to your clit, circling it and sending you spiraling into pleasure.

Your brain blanked, eyes rolling back as you clamped down on him, leaning forward for support as he held you up. Eddie smirked, moving you so you were on your back, still buried inside of you.

"'M gonna finish up, alright? I'm close." Eddie whispered, pressing lazy kisses up and down your neck, breath ghosting over your collarbones leaving you shuddering. You nodded dumbly, sensitive and starry eyed still as he thrusted in you.

"You're such a pretty thing, you know that? Beautiful, baby." Eddie teased, nipping and sucking at your neck. The stubble of his beard rubbed against your skin, leaving it raw and chafed in its wake, not that you minded. He collapsed on top of you after he finished, chest slick against yours. You could feel every stuttering, ragged breath. 

Your thighs were trembling, still covered in a sticky sheen of sweat, dizzy as your body slowly settled. Melting into the mattress, the realization of it all came flooding back into your mind. Your eyes cut to Eddie sheepishly, anticipating a look that would send you into another deep wave of shame. Instead, he lit a cigarette next to you, jimmying the window open just barely, letting the smoke pass through. 

He looked over, handing it over as an offering, which you shook your head. "Good," Eddie's gruff voice said, blowing smoke in the opposite direction. "Nasty habit. Don’t start it, you’ll never be able to stop." He grinned.

You felt a blush coming on, one that never quite made it. Your own body too exhausted, heavy with sleep, the effects of the wine finally settling in your system. "Thanks for takin' me out tonight." You sighed, cheek pressed to the cool linen of the pillow. "'M glad you asked me out."

"Anytime, sweetheart." Eddie said through a cloud of smoke that fell from his lips. “Had a good time too. Let’s do it again.” That same wicked grin spread across his lips, devious and daring. Your body tingled with excitement, nose pressing into the pillow to hide your sleepy smile.

[unsolved-duvall]

𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 + 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

[bree-cheesy]

His Favorite Girl

Eddie Munson! x fem!reader

Part 2 Part 3

A/N: I know, it’s been a minute, I’m sorry (not really). Haven’t been super motivated to write so hopefully this redeems me a little. I wanted to write something along the lines of Drug Dealer Eddie and innocent-ish reader being his favorite client. I tried to make it filthy to make up for not giving you guys any fics for a minute so please forgive me! It is a bit short, but I’m not sorry lol. I hope y’all think it’s good!!

Credit to @eddiemunsonsource​ for the gif!

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI OR I WILL MELT YOUR FACES. Sort of maybe friends to lovers. Porn with a little plot. (kissing, dirty talk, rough!eddie, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, slight mean Eddie (calls you a slut once), cock drunk reader, choking, rough p in v, bruises formed, (but good ones if you know what I mean) some aftercare), cuddling at the end, language, drug dealing. No use of Y/N. I think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 1668

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“That’s it, baby…. Just like that, fuck!” Eddie groaned and moaned as your mouth wrapped tight around his cock, sucking him for all he was worth. Lip gloss sliding up and down his shaft. His hand gripping your hair in a tight fist, his head thrown back with his jaw hung open and slack.

---2 hours earlier---

You were Eddie’s favorite buyer. He always gave you a discount and even sometimes gave you it for free. You noticed he’d always give it to you for free if you wore that skirt that made him need to jerk off every time you left his trailer. Tonight was no different at the start. Wearing that little skirt, prancing up to his doorstep, sliding on some more “Bomb Cherry” lip gloss you bought at the mall a few days ago. Knocking you heard a few curses muffled behind the door before it swung open and Eddie was in front of you, holding onto the door frame with a white knuckle grip. He looked sweaty and tense. “Hey, sweetheart. Y-You’re early!”

You smiled up at him, eyes beaming. “Yup! I have a date with Jason tonight and he wants to smoke with me, so I wanted it early.” Eddie couldn’t stop that sinking feeling, but kept a smile on his face.

“Of course,” He opened the door for you to come in. “Come on in.”

He shut the door when you got inside and disappeared down the main hallway. “Should’ve given me some notice, sweetheart. Probably would’ve been a bit more prepared.” He came back into sight with a small plastic baggie.

Eyeing the bag you noticed it was more than usual. “Eddie, that’s too much.” You scrambled for your money in your small coin purse. “I-I only brought a 20… That’s not enough for that.” You looked up at the pretty boy standing tall over you, teeth pressed into your lip.

“Babe, you know you don’t need to pay. Don’t even worry.” He winked at you. “Think of it as a gift for being such a loyal customer.”

You shook your head and dug around for more money. “N-No, I can’t… You’d be losing out on money…” Managing to find another 20, you grabbed his hand and thrusted the two bills into his palm. He rolled his eyes and stuffed the bills in the collar of your tank top.

“Sweetheart, I have half the high school buying from me. I raise prices for them because they’re desperate.” He ran his fingers up the side of your neck, causing chills to go up your body, his thumb lightly rubbing against your jaw. “I promise, giving you free weed is not hurting my business.”

You pouted, opening your mouth to argue, but you gasped softly when he pushed his thumb past your lips, making you shut up. He looked down at you with a hunger you hadn’t seen from him before. It made your knees weak and you almost had to grab onto him for balance.

“But, if you’re so desperate to pay for it, you can do something for me…. Only if you want to of course.” He leaned close to you, pressing you up against him. “Ditch Carver and stay here.” You whimpered and he smiled at you as he felt your tongue press up against his thumb. “Ditch the Jock and stay here so I can show you how you deserve to be treated. You come here in this tight little skirt and it takes so much in me to not bend you over the table and fuck you stupid.” He takes his thumb out of your mouth and drops that hand to the back of your thigh.

“Eddie… please…” You whined softly and pressed more against him.

“Please what, baby?” He leaned in and ran his nose up your neck, starting to guide you to the wall.

“Touch me…” Your voice was a whisper and the words barely came out before he shoved his hand up your skirt and dragged your now soaked panties down your legs just enough to slip his fingers between your folds.

“Fuck, baby… So goddamn wet for me.” His middle finger was at your clit in seconds and you whimpered, falling into his chest as he rubbed it gently. You kissed his neck, sucking softly, wanting to mark him up.

He picked you up and carried you down the hallway towards his room, throwing you on the bed and stripping you of your clothes before he swiped his band t-shirt off. You bit your lip and looked at his inked up chest as he admired your body. Soft skin under his fingers. His thumb running over the small heart stick and poke tattoo on your hip. He grabbed your ankles, roughly pulling you towards him and he dropped to his knees between your legs. Gasping, you instantly grab onto his shoulder, feeling slightly dizzy with pleasure. He kissed softly up your thigh and suddenly bit down, making you squeal and tighten your grip on his shoulders.

“God, you smell so fucking good. Wanna bottle it up and wear it as cologne.” You didn’t get a chance to think before his mouth was fastened to your clit. You cried out and grabbed onto his hair, moaning and bucking into his mouth. He grunted and held onto your thighs with an iron grip that will no doubt leave some bruises. Bruises you’d wear proudly. “So fucking good, baby… So much better than I imagined…”

You looked down at him with a grin, a sudden ego boost flooding your brain. “Y-You’ve imagined this?” Still a little breathless from the nonstop abuse to your pussy by his mouth. He nodded and swirled his tongue around your clit.

“Of course, sweetheart. How could I not. S’fucking pretty everytime you come here. Wanna make you mine, baby…” You moaned at his words and licked your lips. He slipped a finger inside you and curled it just enough to hit that spot that made you melt under his hands. Those big hands you’d imagined wrapped around your throat every night.

“I-I’m yours, Eddie… Promise.” You gasped and felt another finger go inside you. He grinded against his face, the feeling of your orgasm getting so close. Just as you were about to, he stopped and kissed up your body. You whined and he kissed your neck. “Eddie…. Come on, I was so close…”

“I know, baby, but when you cum, it’s gonna be on my cock.” He kissed you hungrily, commanding your lips. You kissed him back and wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled back and wrapped his hand around your throat before pulling his pants and boxers off. You whined and reached out for his cock, your mouth watering with a sudden need for it. He chuckled and let you up. Your lips instantly attached to it and he groaned, fisting his hand tight in your hair.

“S’it, baby… Just like that, fuck!” He threw his head back as you took him in all the way and gagged on him. He thrusted his hips against your mouth and you moaned around him. Tears filled your eyes from his tip poking the back of your throat and they streamed down your face. He lightly slapped your face and held onto your head with both hands before roughly fucking your face. God, you were in heaven. The need to please Eddie filled your every thought. “Such a good little slut for me. Yeah? You like my cock deep in your throat? F-Fuck…!” He pulled out, letting you get a gasp of air before going right back in. You tapped his thigh a few times, signaling him to stop. He pulled out. “Are you okay?” Sudden worry filled his eyes.

You nodded and laid back on the bed, sniffling softly. “Yeah. I just need you inside me, now…” Whining softly you spread your legs wide for him.

He bit his lip and looked around for a condom before pulling it on. “Fuck, my favorite girl ruined under me… Never thought I’d see this outside my dreams.” He grabbed your neck again and you smiled, loving the feeling of his rings digging into the sensitive skin on your neck. Another bruise you’d wear with pride. “Gonna go in sweetheart, M’kay?” You nodded and he slowly slid inside you, groaning at how tight you were wrapped around him. You moaned and squeezed your eyes shut, getting used to how big he was inside you. He started to thrust in and out, slowly at first, letting you get used to him. After a minute or two, he went fast and rough, wanting to ruin your pussy for every other man. He grunted and groaned, still holding onto your neck. You reached up and dug your nails into his back, no doubt scratching it up. “Mine. You’re mine, now, baby. All mine…! Fuck!” He let go of your neck and leaned his head down, sucking hard on your nipples while fucking you harder.

“Eddie! M’gonna c-cum!” You cried out and came hard around his cock, squirting out as he kept rubbing your clit. You sobbed in pleasure and buried your face in his neck. He groaned and came inside you after a few quick thrusts. You both breathed heavily and he gently pulled out of you, making you hiss at the empty feeling. He threw the condom away and came back to your limp figure on the bed with a wet washcloth to clean you up. He rubbed at your hips.

“Sorry baby, got a little carried away.” He eyed your neck, the red spot forming a bruise matching the ones on your hips. You shook your head and sipped the cold water he gave you.

“S’okay, I like them…” Your voice was scratchy and he smiled at you, kissing you once on the lips before getting in bed with you. You snuggled up to him and shortly fell asleep before he could say anything else.

[h4rring1on]

hi! if you have time, could you maybe do something where you overhear eddie’s friends saying that he probably only uses you for sex, and that he probably doesn’t actually like you and you get upset and get a little distant from him?

i love you writing btw! <33

warnings: swearing, hellfire are douchebags, that’s it but please tell me if i missed something

pairing: eddie munson x reader

a/n: i feel like this sucked but i had to write something

you and eddie loved hanging out with friends, more specifically his. but sometimes, he’d be with them alone.

not that you minded, because you loved eddie, and you trusted him not to do something you wouldn’t like. after all, you’ve been dating for four months now, so nothing could go wrong

right?

you sat with chrissy and the other cheerleaders, even though you weren’t one, you enjoyed their company and you all became great friends. it honestly surprised you at first, because you thought they’d make fun of you or something but they were actually pretty sweet.

you sat with them, talking about your boyfriends and setting up one of their friends with the single girls, since you all liked to help each other out.

chrissy mentioned eddie and his friend jeff, which reminded you to go check up on him. you were planning on asking eddie about jeff so you could set him up with kate, one of your single friends

there was a room where eddie and his friends liked to hang out, just as you were about to come in, you couldn’t help but stop to hear what they’re saying when they mentioned your name.

“so uh…when are you gonna tell her?” gareth asked

“tell her what?” eddie asked

“that you’re using her for the sex…i mean, i’m all for it but you wouldn’t catch me staying with a girl for four months when i can just go to some random one at a party” one of the other guys said

“it must be amazing if you’re still with her” mike chuckled, making the others laugh and your heart broke.

eddie was using you? you—you thought he loved you? was it all fake? how could you be so stupid?

you ran off into the bathroom, trying to stop yourself from crying

“come on guys” eddie said, “everyone stop talking” he shushed everyone loudly, “half of you are fourteen so i don’t wanna hear a single word come out of your mouth. and for you guys, it’s not like that. i love her, so i don’t wanna hear you say that shit again, got it?”

everyone just repeatedly nodded their head, a little startled by his sudden burst.

ever since then, you hadn’t been hanging out with eddie as much, and you’ve been rejecting his advances.

the two of you always felt especially horny when you’d be watching a movie, but this time, when you two were watching, eddie was being really touchy as always, but the second he got to the waistband of your skirt you gripped his wrist

“i’m really into this movie so…” you awkwardly said, and the second it ended you wasted no time in leaving.

it was like that all the time, and it was confusing you. since eddie wasn’t leaving you already.

you especially avoided him at lunch, you’d sit in a special spot in the woods that were nearby. you ate your food as you read through your textbook, trying to get some homework done so you could hang out with your friends after school

“i knew it” a voice startled you as you loudly gasped and looked behind you, it was none other than eddie. “i knew you were hiding from me” he said, his voice sounding a little hurt

“i’m not…”

“what—what’s going on, baby?” he asked as he slowly walked towards you

“what do you mean?”

“please stop acting like that!” he yelled and you furrowed your eyebrows

“acting like—“

“like that!” he cut in, “acting like that! being all distant—and shutting me out…in all sorts of ways—not seeing me much—i just…did i do something?” he asked, so much hurt in his voice

“i don’t know eddie. i guess i’m just waiting for you to do it already.” you answered and he just stood there

“wh—what?” he asked

“just do it eddie! just break up with me because i’m sick and tired of it already” you snapped, abruptly getting up

“sick and tired of wha—“

“i heard what your friends said, eddie. i know. i thought…” you took a moment to breathe, “i thought you loved me” your voice cracked as a tear streamed down your cheek, “but then i find out that it wasn’t even like that…you just—wanted me for my body…i don’t understand why you would…just—just go eddie!” you broke down, you thought you didn’t care, you thought it was shitty, but why did it hurt so much?

he ran to you and held you as you cried, you tried to push him away, you tried to get away. but you just felt too weak, you just felt like your heart was tearing apart. you loved eddie way too much, you couldn’t handle this.

“go…go away!” you yelled, trying to punch his chest, and he let you. he just let you punch his chest as you kept crying

“shhh, shh, baby. i’m here, let me explain everything, okay sweetheart?” he said as he slowly held you to the ground, making you sit on his lap as he stared at you

you should hate him right now, you should be yelling profanities at him, yet you found yourself sitting here, ready to listen as your breaths hitched

“they did say that, okay? but—what you might not have heard is that i shut them up? you know what i told them?” he said and you shook your head, “i told them that i love you, baby. because i do, i love you, you’re my girl. i would never ever use you. i mean i gotta admit the sex is amazing—“

you giggled and his eyes lit up to hear it come out of you again, “but besides that, you’re amazing. i mean it. i love you, i never wanna see you get upset like this again? i can’t stand it” he said as he held your hands tight

“okay, pretty girl?” he said as he wiped away your tears

you nodded, a smile found its way on your face as you hugged him, eddie gave you comfort nobody could ever ever even try to give you, maybe that’s why it was so upsetting. but it doesn’t matter anymore, because it wasn’t true. because eddie loved you. he loved you.

[supermarketbae]

Naughty

a/n: what better way to kick off the new year than with some sub Eddie munson. >:). also the gif. THE GIF!!! HIS LIPS HIS NOSE HIS EYES AHHHHHH (I just wanna smooch)

Summary: It's not Eddie's fault that you feel just too good.

Warnings: Sub!Eddie Munson, overstimulation, Mommy kink, degredation, praise, reader is fem, not formatted :), choking, eerm I think thats it (there's probably gonna be a part 2 to this >:))))

You were too good. It felt too good. Eddie's brain had emptied of all thoughts except how good your hand felt on his weeping dick. Your sweet voice made it all the worse. He couldn't say no to you even if he tried. It was all just too good.

"Eddie baby..." you drawl almost singing, Eddie blinks his soft brown eyes up at you in a pout as his lip trembles "Do you know what you did honey?" you continue, your hand focusing on the head of his flushed dick. Thumb coming to spread his cum down his shaft to the hilt. Eddie moaned loudly hips bucking into it as he vigorously nods his head. "I-ah-I came without permission-mmph" he whines as you chuckle sadistically, "My smart boy," you smirk as you slow your hand giving his throbbing cock a squeeze. "I'm glad this didn't mess with your pretty little head darling." You groan as Eddie locks eyes with you. His cheeks are flushed and a bright blush covers his nose. His eyes are hazy and he's staring at you like you are the only thing in the room.

"I-oh-I won't do it-ah-again mommy." Eddie keens high pitched as you lean down and press a kiss to each of his cheeks. "Prove it then." you bite back as he quirks his head at you confused. That is, until you speed up your hand that's working up and down his dripping dick. His eyelashes flutter at the stimulation as he lets out a delicious little whimper that sends heat shooting down to your core. "Nngh- mommy-please 'stoo much mommy-I can't-ah" you lick your lips as Eddie mewls out his pleasure, sliding your other hand to rest at his throat as you squeeze. "Awh baby, I thought you said you were gonna be a good little slut for me." You chide as Eddie's hips still thrust up to meet your hand.

"'msorry 'msorrymsorry-ah-mommy I'm gonna cum-gonna cum please n-" Eddie shudders as your thumb once again ghosts over his slit. "My naughty boy." you say sultrily as his eyes roll back and he cums. Eddie looks at you, the same overstimulated look evident in his lust-filled honey colored eyes. "'m sorry mommy felt so-too- good." He whimpered softly only perking up when you press another kiss to his parted lips. "Don't worry baby," you coo gently to him as a warm blush starts to cover his cheeks again. "We're not done yet." you say simply. You smirk as his eyebrows furrow and he whines. You climb slowly on top of him chuckling as you grind your hips onto Eddie's now hardening cock.

"You'll make it up to me honey."

"Won't you?"

a/n: part 2

[haillordvecnaa]

Modern!Eddie being THE coffee house crush <3