#eddiemunsononeshot

[bettyfrommars]

Touch my cheek before you leave me, baby

gigolo!Eddie x virgin!older!Reader

(part 2) (part 3)

18+Only, mature themes, intimacy smut, protected p in v, oral (f receiving), paid sex, pet names, insecurities, reader is wearing a skirt, f & m orgasm. WC: 2.8k

Summary: Reader is a 29 year old virgin introvert in need of a confidence boost. Eddie is hired to make our first time a good one. Eddie catches some feelings that he wasn't expecting. Tummy rolls are briefly mentioned, but not in a disparaging way.

A/N: I had this idea last night about him needing the intimacy as much as reader. And then my head started running with all of his possible other clients and the debauchery they could get into together, but this one is just sweet.

Today is your 29th birthday, and your friends pooled their money together to get you the one thing you desperately wanted: to not be a virgin anymore.

You hadn’t been holding onto your virginity for any particular reason, but there had been several factors at play.  First of all, you didn’t like to leave the house much, aside from going to work and the rare meetup with friends, and so the chance of bumping into a promising sexual partner in your hallway was remote.  Secondly, you considered yourself to be fairly plain; you weren't one of the babes that men drooled over or tripped over themselves in the street for.  The crushes you’d had thus far were never reciprocated.  No one had openly pinned over you or held a boombox over their head outside your window, and on the occasion that someone did show interest, they often did not earn your affections. 

Your friends decided, and you agreed, that your first time should be with a professional, a guy who could give you the best first time that money could buy.  

Enter, Eddie Munson.

Covered in tattoos, he played in a band, and  had a reputation around town for being a favorite sexual companion for bored housewives and curious young women alike.  He was notorious for being particular about the clients he took on, though, and he didn’t just advertise in the paper—you had to be referred by a friend.  

That friend came in the form Robin Buckley, one of the baristas your friend Nellie worked with at the coffee shop.

“He’ll treat her right,” Robin assured her, jotting the number down.  “Now, I’ve never needed his services, personally, but I’ve never met an unsatisfied customer.  He makes women feel…desired.  As they should.”

So, there you were, two glasses of wine later, perched at the edge of the sofa in the lobby of the hotel where you’d been told to meet him.  Your friends knew exactly where you were, and there had been paperwork to fill out and sign—you didn’t know gigolos needed official signatures, but all the same, it stripped it down to a business transaction which is basically what it was. There were a few boxes to check off regarding things that turned you on and, conversely, triggers that he should avoid saying or doing during your time together. Did you have a praise kink or a daddy kink? Did you enjoy the use of pet names within intimacy, or was that something he should avoid? Hair pulling, choking, spitting, ass play, all of it was available for a check mark and you felt like you had the potential to compile one seriously huge fuckfest ice cream Sunday.  

He knew you were a virgin, and that you might not even know if you’d like some of the things offered, and he promised to take that into consideration to enhance your experience on the whole. 

Once he had accepted you as a client, he gave Nellie a safety list of things that would make your experience more enjoyable, and one of them had been not to drink too much, because he didn’t want you to engage in any activity you might regret.  Another one was to dress comfortably; there was no need to try and impress him—he was the one who needed to impress you.  

And impress you, he did.

He showed up earlier than expected, beard stubble grown in and a little scruffy (because you said you liked it that way), long hair tied back, button down black shirt cuffed at the elbows exposing his tattoos, and black jeans.  He also had a bouquet of yellow daffodils clutched in his fist, wrapped in cellophane.

His eyes locked onto you immediately and you watched them light up; a smile breaking the sigh that hitched in his chest.  He put the palm of his free hand over his heart as he walked toward you.

“Damn, baby, you are a sight for sore eyes,” he was beaming genuinely, as if he really meant it.  “Even better in person.”  Your friends had shown him a photo of you so that he would know what you looked like, but you had no idea which photo it was.

You didn't feel like you looked good, though, so you lowered your eyes as you got to your feet on wobbly legs, feeling frumpy and bloated, taking in the sharp reminder that he was being paid to lie to you.  You were so nervous, your palms were sweating, and the wine was churning sour in your stomach from the swarm of butterflies in there.

“Hey,” he got close enough to crook his finger under your chin and tilt your head up; his golden flecked, rye bread eyes were serious.  “You know how beautiful you are, right?”

All you could do was nod under the kind assessment of his stare, and it made a smile stretch across his lips. “That’s my girl,” he said, introducing himself properly, handing you the daffodils.

He knew that daffodils were your favorite flower, because of the paperwork you filled out, but you never expected to receive any, since they weren’t even in season.  There must’ve been a flower shop somewhere that had them, and Eddie had found it.  He offered his elbow for you to take.

There were two other people in the elevator, and he pulled you back flush against him, possessively holding you by your hips.

Eddie had a key to the room, and once he pushed the door open, you could tell he’d already been there.  The lights were all off, but for a lamp on the opposite side of the bed near the window, and two candles lit on the desk near the TV.  What you assumed was his leather jacket was the only thing hanging in the closet.  You even spotted Magnum condoms and a fresh bottle of lube on the nightstand.

“How’s the lighting, sweetheart? You want me to turn that lamp off?” 

You specified that you wanted the room to be dark, maybe just enough light to see what each other was doing, but you didn’t want him to see you in full brightness.  This whole time, you’d been too nervous to say more than one or two words.  

“Because, if I’m being honest,” he slid his hand up the side of your neck, palm warm against your skin.  “I really want to see you.”

“It’s fine,” you choked out, unable to hold eye contact with him for too long.  God, you bet he was already regretting taking you on as a client.  What a waste of a boring evening for him; but, at least he was getting paid.  

Yet, not even a flicker of his enthusiasm for you left his eyes.  He took the daffodils from you and put them on the dresser at the foot of the bed.  

When he turned back around, he cupped both hands around the sides of your throat, thumbs at your jawline.  “You can trust me baby.  If things start moving too fast, you let me know okay?”

You nodded.

“Have you ever been kissed before?”

You bit your lip and then, “a couple times. I had a boyfriend once, but it was long distance and it—”

But then Eddie’s hands slipped up to cup either side of your jaw, fingers slotting at your ears.  He nudged your nose with his, then then he kissed your top lip, parting them with his tongue.  

You closed your eyes, letting him move your head from side to side, and you couldn’t help the moan that squeaked out of your throat as arousal built between your legs.  He smiled against your mouth, nuzzling your nose.  “You’re a good kisser, baby.”

Deciding you liked it when he lied, you allowed yourself to become an active participant and slid your hands up his ribs, clutching him, pulling him closer.  He kissed you softly a few more times, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs, and your hand found the courage to travel down yonder and see what was below his belt.  

What you found made your eyes fly open: not only was it huge, but it was hard.  

Eddie chuckled.  “See what you do to me?”

The one thing you had done several times was given a few blow jobs here and there, and so you were working his belt open and dropping to your knees at the same time when he stopped you, catching you at your ribs to pull you back up.

“Tonight is all about you, angel,” he assured, urging you back to drop down to take a seat on the bed.  You stared up at him while he straddled your legs and unbuttoned his shirt.  Once the defined muscles of his chest and scattered tattoos were exposed, he helped you take your shirt off, pulling it over your head, and then he knelt before you.  

You braced your hands behind you as he pushed your skirt up  your thighs, maintaining eye contact.  He caught a glimpse of the lacy underwear you had on and he lifted an approving eyebrow.  

You swallowed hard, and then he was sliding the underwear down your legs and off, kissing your knees as he went.  He came closer, arms nudging your legs wider, taking a glimpse at the glistening gift you had for him underneath.  

Eddie bit his bottom lip, making a hungry groan.  “You gonna let me taste you, sweetheart?”

“I think so, um, yes?” your hips twitched forward a bit, begging.  Normally, you were too shy to let others go down on you, but you were determined to get all you could out of this night, knowing it was a rare opportunity.  

He brushed his lips along your thigh as his hands worked your skirt up higher.  You shivered when you felt the warm breath on your swollen lower lips, and then he was watching you as his tongue flicked out in a few kitten licks.  After a taste, enjoying the way you writhed, he buried his mouth, moaning, fingers clutching your thighs.

“Grab my hair, baby,” he said.  “Tell me how much you like it.”

So, you did just that.  His ponytail tie was off, so his hair was around his shoulders, and you slid your fingers in to hold on as he took you in his mouth and rolled your bundle of nerves around with breathtaking accuracy.  

He'd only intended to tease you a bit, but once he tasted you, he couldn't stop. He had his tongue buried inside as soon as he was able, feeling the tip of his cock leak at the gift of your arousal.

It wasn’t long before you could feel yourself beginning to unravel, at it was the first time another person had brought you to that peak. The tension mounted in your belly, going taunt, before it sprang loose and a fizzy warmth gushed through your nerve endings. “just…like that,” you told him.  “I think you might make me…”

You held his head as you were cumming, leg jerking, head falling back, pining his ears wth your thighs.  

He wanted you to kiss him right then and there so that you could taste your release on his mouth, and you obliged, holding his face as you did so, melting into the moment.

For the next minute, you helped each other undress, and it was all happening so organically—it felt so real—that you could almost imagine he was actually your boyfriend, or someone who at the very least, wanted to be. 

Both naked now, he held you close as you stood next to the bed, tracing a finger down the side of your face.  “Are you ready, baby?”

Truly, you’d been ready your whole adult life, and you were glad you had waited for Eddie, even if this was a paid arrangement and you’d probably never see him again.

His lips tended to your neck and your breasts while he worked the condom on, making the educated decision that you were so soaking wet, he wouldn’t need any extra lubrication.  

It was the intimacy that you’d specified wanting to feel; like he was no stranger to you and this moment was something special between two people who felt deeply about each other.  So, he came down close and gave you exactly that, putting his forehead to yours.  “I’m gonna go slow at first, okay?” He breathed.  “You tell me if it’s too much?”

“I will, baby.”

He smiled at the way you returned the use of the pet name, feeling your body open up beneath him as anxiety and doubt morphed into trust.

“Shit,” Eddie broke character for a second as the tip sank in, caught off guard at how tight you were, and he had to pull out again for a second to catch his bearings.  

It was the closeness that he loved, too---he craved it.  He’d never had a client who wanted it this way, and it was the main reason he’d taken you on.  It wasn’t the virgin aspect—surprisingly enough, he’d been a first-time experience for a good handful of his customers.  It was the opportunity to pretend he was someone’s boyfriend for the night—a role he hadn’t played in real life for far too long.  The chance to pretend that you both cared deeply for each other and no one else in the world existed.  

He sank in this time a little further than the tip, and you cursed, but then nodded for him to keep going.  “All of it, baby,” you urged, leaning into your role.

Your core was rippling around his length, aching for more.

He went half in and dipped it back and forth a few times, pausing to watch your face.  

“I’m worried that I–” he started, but then he realized he was breaking character again, and the vulnerability made him stiffen.

“What are you worried about?” You whimpered as he stretched you out a bit more.  Your legs were wide, bottoms of your feet planted on the bed.

He thrust in with a shudder, both of you gasping.  “I’m worried I might like this too much.”

Inside, there were party streamers exploding in your soul at the mutual yearning that ebbed between you.  As you gave yourself over to him, there was a feeling that he was also giving himself over to you, and it felt so real, that you rode the wave with every fiber of your being, wrapping your legs around him, kissing him deep.

The kissing and the endearing moans were about to make him cum, so he sat back, shaking his head, and hooked your knees over his elbows.  

He took you in from under hooded eyes as he made long, slow thrusts inside.  “You’re so fucking hot, sweetheart."

You were so deep in it, you actually believed him this time.

“Harder, baby,” you coaxed. 

That elicited a coy smile and an eyebrow wiggle from him.  “Oh, that's my girl,” he breathed, and then he was fucking you so hard your tits bounced, as did your belly rolls, and you could tell he was getting off at the sight.  His thumb found your nub and worked there, making you expose your throat with a whine, enjoying the wet slap of your arousal as your bodies met.

The connection and intensity between the two of you was palpable, and you couldn’t tell if it was manufactured or real, but regardless, you could feel another velvet bomb inside of you about to explode.  

His eyebrows were pinched when you found his eyes.  “I’m close, I’m close, I think I’m…”

The closest you’d ever been to knowing the sweet pull of a mounting orgasm be gore that night was from those moments alone with your vibrator, and having your hole satiated by Eddie thick cock enhanced it in a way you could’ve only imagined.

“Fuck, me too,” he grabbed your thighs with both hands and buried himself over and over.

It never happened this way.  In fact, there had been several times when he had never cum at all: he was always very content to make it about the other person.  He fully intended to wait for your second orgasm before he even tried to relieve himself, but this time it felt too good; he wanted it too fucking bad.  

Your head snapped to the side as you came, babbling his name, walls clenching around his cock in a way that sent his hips jerking, pounding against you, pretending his seed was filling you up instead of a condom.  

Eddie bit his lip as you both chased the high, and then his sweaty forehead was on yours again, long hair grazing your cheeks.  He needed to kiss you when he was done, and that was how you liked it, too.

Your friends had only been able to pay for two hours' worth of Eddie’s time, but you ended up staying for much longer than that, at his urging.  He coaxed you over to lay all of your body weight on him, and the two of you stayed like that, listening to each other breathe. You called to give them this update, and the confusion in Nellie’s voice was priceless.  

When you were both getting dressed, Eddie started buttoning his shirt while you sat down to put your shoes on.

“Hey, so, if you ever want to do this again,” he swallowed, thinking of his words while you waited, head turned to look at him.  He couldn’t meet your eyes, he just kept fumbling at a button.  “You wouldn’t have to be a client.  I mean, I wouldn’t charge you.”

Part 2

[professorrw]

Cheerleader Pt. 7

☆stranger things masterlist☆

Pairing: female reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Y/n and Chrissy are best friends, but when she dies, she knows things aren’t as everyone seems to think. Maybe Eddie is innocent.

Warnings: SPOILERS for ST4, teen drinking, partying, drugs, death, violence, cursing, fluff, some angst, potentially more

A/N: AHHHH I'm so ready for volume 2!!!! Requests open (Stranger Things, Marvel, Harry Potter), taglist open, inbox open! Please like, comment, and reblog!

The sun had set in Hawkins by the time you got home and were done eating dinner. Your father had, as expected, stayed silent while you all ate your mom’s homemade spaghetti. The only time Harold said anything was when your mother started sniffling a little too loudly for his taste. “Martha,” he had grumbled.

“Sorry,” she replied, casting her gaze at her barely eaten food.

After that you swapped your silver fork to your left hand, which wasn’t your dominant one, so your right hand could hold onto your mothers. She gave you a meek smile and squeezed your hand. 

She loved Chrissy and it was more than reasonable for her to be upset. Of all your friends, she was the only one that talked to your mom and let her get involved. Due to her own mother's neglect, Chrissy welcomed it, though she was shy at first. In the three years the two of you had been best friends, your mom had begun to think of Chrissy as her own daughter too.

You stayed behind after dinner to help wash the dishes, letting your mom relax instead of clean up.

You glanced at the clock on the living room wall. It was almost eight o’clock. Tossing the damp towel on the counter you headed up to your room. The backpack you had used earlier had been discarded on your bed, and you picked it up to pack things in it again. This time around you thought more carefully about what you would take with you, thinking of what Eddie might want to use. Your Walkman of course. And if you were taking your Walkman you would need some cassettes. You didn’t have a lot, and you were pretty sure Eddie didn’t listen to Kate Bush or Foreigner. You did however have a Metallica cassette, which your metalhead cousin gifted you at Christmas. You put all three cassettes, plus the Clash and the Police ones in your backpack.

You threw on a jacket, put your shoes on, grabbed your car keys, and you were out the door. Driving through the woods to Lover’s Lake, trees whizzing past, you hoped that Eddie wouldn’t be upset that you left him for so long. A part of you hoped he missed you, but you would understand if he didn’t. You hadn’t known each other for very long, no matter how much fun you guys had the night before. If anything, Eddie probably just wants company, no matter who it was. It probably wouldn’t make any difference to him if it were you or someone else, you thought, making yourself frustrated at the idea. 

You didn’t want to think that you liked him. It was… unreasonable. You barely knew each other, so you just couldn't like him. How long does it take before you can say that you like someone? you wandered. Did you like Eddie? Maybe. You knew for sure that you enjoyed his company, and you liked being around him, and you thought his smile was the most radiant thing you had ever seen and you could stare at it forever. Yeah… you liked him. It was terrible timing though. He was on the run from the police and Jason. The entire town was after him. But maybe once his name is cleared…

“Shit,” you cursed, seeing Jason’s SUV in the driveway of Reefer Rick’s house. You shut your car off just off the road, not pulling up to the house just in case one of the basketball players noticed it. You remembered how Eddie had hidden in the shed on the water whenever you weren’t there, so that’s probably where he was hiding now. You tried to be as quiet as possible, moving along the tree line down to the shed in the darkness. Leaves and branches crunched under your step while you carefully walked. Once you made it to the gray tin building you knocked on the door and as quietly as you possibly could said, “Eddie!”

A chill swept through the air as you waited there, casting nervous glances towards the main house. Maybe Jason and the rest of them wouldn’t see the shed at all. They weren’t the brightest so you wouldn’t put it past them. You heard a click come from the other side of the door and it finally creaked open just a sliver. You could see just a peak of Eddie’s eye, presumably making sure it was really you.

He opened the door more, just enough for you to slip in and then immediately shut it back and locked it. “Thank god you’re here,” the brunette said, tension releasing from his person. “I’ve been trying to contact Henderson but I couldn’t get a response.”

“Yeah I went by Nancy’s house and none of them were there. I have no clue where they could be,” you said, looking at Eddie. He looked the same, if not just a bit more freaked out and unkept.

“Well that’s fan-fucking-tastic,” he said sarcastically. He walked over to the window that you could see the house through. “We don’t have much time. They obviously aren’t gonna be able to help us so we need to help ourselves.” He tossed some stuff into the boat that was floating in the water and climbed in. 

You raised your eyebrows when he reached out a hand, but you knew that this was really the only option. You took his hand and climbed in too, taking a seat across from him. It rocked conspicuously, causing you to gulp and grip the sides. You laughed nervously.

“Hey,” Eddie said. “It’ll be okay.” He looked at you with concerned eyes, not budging until you nodded in agreement. He picked up the oars and started rowing the boat out into the open water and out of its place in the shed. The water was pitch black; there was nothing to see other than your distorted reflection peering back at you. If you were being honest the entire air was eerie. Then again, it was late at night, and you were aware that something supernatural was going on in Hawkins. You accepted that fact so quickly it was crazy.

Eddie was able to row the boat a few yards from the dock before you saw Jason and Patrick. “Oh fuck,” you said.

“Hey freaks!” Jason yelled, headed towards the edge of the water. “Where do you think you’re going?”

Eddie turned around and saw them, fear evident in his eyes. He dropped the oars and instead started working on the engine. “Come on you piece of shit.”

Back on land Jason and Patrick started undressing.

“Jason don’t you dare come out here!” you yelled.

“Y/l/n you’re just as much of a freak as he is! He killed Chrissy and you’re helping him! He must’ve brainwashed you or something!”

“Eddie didn’t kill Chrissy!” you yelled back. No matter what you said he wasn’t going to listen. He started wading into the water at an alarming rate, coming towards the boat rapidly. Curse his athleticism.

“Fuck!” Eddie yelled. The engine wasn’t starting, just sputtering out each time he pulled the mechanism. He picked the oar back up and began rowing faster than he was before, but Jason was fast. Shockingly fast.

The two of you swapped places, not by your choice but because Eddie had climbed to the front of the boat to paddle. You got out of his way, sitting at the back of the boat and keeping your eye on the two basketball players that were advancing on you. “God Jason stay back! Turn around!”

Jason turned around and looked at Patrick, who was still in the water, and looking around dazed. “Come on man! We almost have them!” No response. “Patrick. Patrick!” he repeated.

“Oh my god!” you shouted after Patrick was sucked down into the water suddenly. “Jason, get him!”

Eddie had stopped paddling, and all three of you stared at the water where Patrick was just moments prior.

“Patrick!” Jason continued to shout.

“Go after him you idiot!” you yelled at Jason. Not a second later something burst through the surface, spraying you with cold water. Against the background of the dark sky was Patrick, suspended by absolutely nothing in midair. You watched in horror as his body contorted and twisted in unnatural ways. It was the most horrific thing you had ever seen in your life. Words could never represent or recreate what you were seeing. As soon as it started, it ended and Patrick’s lifeless body dropped back into the water like an anchor being tossed over the side of a ship.

“Y/n, y/n,” Eddie said, voice trembling. “We need to leave. We have to get out of here.” You heard him but no words were registering in your mind. You were still in shock from the scene you had just witnessed. “Y/n!” he shouted, grabbing your face to get your attention. “We have to leave!” His movements caused the boat to rock violently, and paired with the wake from Patrick’s body the boat tipped, sending you both into the water.

The sudden coldness shot through your body, and paralyzed you. The entire world was a blur. You couldn’t see straight and all noises sounded muted. You felt something tugging on you, pulling you upwards. Your head broke the water's surface, finally allowing you to breathe. It wasn’t a gentle type of breathing, it was gasping -gulping- for air; you could barely get enough into your lungs and even then they were searing with pain.

Blinking hundreds, if not thousands of times you were finally able to see. Eddie was a foot in front of you, searching your face frantically. “Y/n? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?”

You tried to reply but instead coughed up more water. “Y- yeah.”

“Okay,” he let out a breath. He searched for your hand in the water, pulling you closer to him and towards the boat. It was a miracle that it didn’t turn over when you both fell into the water. He managed to hoist himself back up in the boat and then help you climb in too. Your soaked clothes clung to your body, your hair stuck to your face, and your teeth chattered. Eddie was the same exact way, though he was more frantic to get moving than you were. He had already picked the oar back up and started rowing again.

You looked at him, then turned to look at Jason. He floated in the water, saying nothing and doing nothing, just staring at where Patrick had been mere moments before. Why was this town so riddled with death? Why of all towns, must it be Hawkins? Countless innocent people dead, and for what?

“What the fuck,” you said after a few minutes of silence. You could no longer see Jason or Reefer Rick’s house, which would probably be a crime scene tomorrow.

“What the fuck,” Eddie repeated.

“What was that?” you asked.

“It must be the same thing that got Chrissy. The exact same thing happened to her.” He said it quietly. You imagined how it must have felt for Eddie to see what happened to Patrick happen to Chrissy. If you had seen it you would be traumatized. Hell, you were traumatized. That image was something you would never get out of your head. It was so utterly terrifying. You shivered, making Eddie look guilty. “I’m sorry… about tipping us over. Now we’re cold and wet and miserable.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t mean to,” you said, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah but-”

You cut him off, “No buts Eddie. You didn’t mean to and you have done nothing wrong. You pulled me out of the water and you’ve been rowing this entire time. I should be thanking you.”

“No you shouldn’t. I- All I’ve been doing is running away. I’m a coward. You’re the brave one,” he said.

You reached out and set your hand on his. “You are nowhere near a coward. And I’m not brave. I’m scared. Scared to death. I don’t know what’s about to happen and neither do you. None of us do. But I do know that we’re going to get through this. Everything is going to work out and be okay in the end. We’re gonna be okay. And maybe-” you sucked in some air. “Maybe we could hang out or something.” That wasn’t what you wanted to say at all. You did want to hang out but did the way you say it make it sound strictly platonic? You sucked at confessions.

He smirked, “You want to hang out with me?”

“Eddie!” you said, face turning red with embarrassment. “You missed the whole point of what I said.”

“No, no, I heard you. And if you think everything is going to be okay then so do I. But do you want to hang out with me?” he added.

“Yeah,” you said quietly.

“Hm?” he hummed. You knew he heard you, he was just picking at you at this point.

“Yes Eddie, I want to hang out with you.” You could barely make out his features but you could tell he was grinning.

“Good, good,” he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

“So… what do we do now?” You were still in the water, it was the middle of the night, or close to it, you couldn’t be sure, and you had nowhere to go.

“Well, I think we should try to contact Henderson first.” Eddie stopped rowing and pulled his walkie-talkie out. Water was dripping from it. Not good. He pressed the button and tried talking but nothing was happening. There wasn’t even static. “Shit.”

“We could try getting to land and finding somewhere to sleep. Or we can keep rowing. It’s up to you.” No matter what he decided it wasn’t going to be too comfortable. Both had disadvantages. If you got out of the water and decided to try to sleep, where would you even do it? If you decided to stay in the boat neither of you would get any sleep.

“Let’s get to land and then we’ll go from there.”

“Alright.”

Some time later Eddie found a spot. You dragged the boat up onto the dirt and started searching. The two of you walked through the trees so close together that your hands would occasionally brush against each other. Neither of you pulled them back when it happened. There was some kind of comfortable silence. At least when it came to talking. The forest made a variety of noises, like branches snapping under foot and the leaves rustling up above and the random small animals that would scurry away. 

You weren’t entirely familiar with the area, but Eddie seemed to be somewhat accustomed to it. You came up on a large boulder, which made Eddie stop. “It’s Skull Rock.”

“It’s what?” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Here, look.” He took your hand and guided you around the rock, then had you take a few steps back. There it was, a skull shape in the boulder.

“It’s a notorious makeout spot actually,” Eddie said.

You looked at him with raised eyebrows. He looked back at you with a sly smile and shrugged. “I promise it’s a coincidence.”

“U-huh.”

“I guess we can set up camp here for the night and go looking around in the morning.” He looked down at his watch and tapped it a few times. “The damn thing is broken. Probably from when we fell in the water. We can live without it I guess.” He put his hands on his hips and took a good look at your digs for the night. It wasn’t great but it would do.

You took your jacket off and spread it out on the ground under the rock. Goosebumps rose on your arms immediately so you wrapped your arms around yourself and rubbed. You parked your ass on the ground and waved Eddie over. Your backpack was a softish material, one similar to a satchel, so you set it down like a pillow.

Eddie had noticed that you were cold and started shrugging out of his denim vest and leather jacket, prepared to hand them over to you. “No, no, come here,” you said, patting the spot next to you.

He obliged and took a seat. His eyes went wide when you scooted up against him, back to back. Without having to be told- because that’s what he wanted to do- he set his jackets on top like a blanket and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Is this okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he breathed out. You were so warm he could feel you through his shirt. And you smelled so good. He thought about how he probably smelled. He hadn’t showered in days and he had been in water and in the woods. He internally cursed, hoping that he didn’t smell too unpleasant to you.

“Y/n,” Eddie whispered.

“Hm?”

“I want to hang out with you too.”

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[wadasabi]

ㅡ THAT METAL FANATIC GUY.

He is there, standing at the front door, ready to let you leave. Right Now. Immediately. And as you pass by him, you realise how much you’re going to miss him, how intense you both were, how your heart stopped beating the moment he said those words. “It’s the end of the show baby.” Subtle, delicate, as usual.

You know, on your inner fort that it is the best way for both of you to handle things, to move on ; to make it easier.

{…}

July 13, 1985.

Your mom was on the entrance hall waiting for you to join her. She planned holidays in Hawkins, only for you two. Your father went to Miami with your twin brother - he is always been his favorite, so your mother made an effort to offer you good memories before entering in college. She was right, you actually needed it ; Noa just left you for this cheerleader, and you did not totally move on. To be honest, when you think you found the one, it is not that easy to, how do we call it ?, turn the page.

Hawkins was not really the best place to go for summer break. You did not know anyone, and there was not much things to do. It was been a week since you arrived at the hotel and the only thing you did was to read by the river. Nice plans when you are twenty and want to enjoy your juvenile moments - you know, before becoming an adult.

The sun was though lightning on the grass, making it look like a fairytail - a real Twilight New Moon scene ; except that you were not Bella Swan, you did not date Edward Cullen, and you are alone on this clearing. The book you were reading seemed fascinating, judging your surprised face once you discovered the protagoniste was a real douch ; but, let’s be honest, you were actually bored as hell.

That was at this precise moment that he appeared. This young guy, probably as old as you were, long hair, this metal fanatic style, with those charming and confusing eyes ; they actually looked like puppy eyes, if we focused on it. He was actually talking, or more like deliberating with himself. You had two choices : either you ignore him and change place, or you went to him to check if he was ok. A honorable choice, if you want my opinion.

- “You’re ok ?” you asked, after closing your book and putting it on your bag.

- “Do I look ok ?”

- “Right, wrong question.”

- “Stupid question, stupid answer sweetheart.” he said, winking up at you.

Arrogant.

- “Edward, Eddie, Munson.” he said, about to shake your hand.

{…}

As you stare at his face, his childish and relaxed face, you suddenly stop your feet and bit your bottom lip. You cannot do that.

{…}

July 23, 1985.

Your black over-sugared coffee on your right hand, your book seemed a bit less interesting, now that you spent the afternoon talking about movies and stuff with that unknown guy, out of nowhere. The people around you were making so much noise that it was complicated to focus. Until, you heard his name, from a feminin, narcissistic, and mocking mouth.

- “Eddie the freak? Nah, he’s gone for summer I guess, we haven’t seen him for a while.”

- “What a sadness.” replied her friend, with a lot of sarcasm.

Too much sacarsm, in your opinion. You did not know at that time why they talked about him like that, maybe because he actually was a freak ; but seeing how nice and funny he was on the other day, it was hard to believe it.

{…}

Your eyes are getting wet as he approaches to you, to take your both hands to hold them. You smile at him, and lower your head, unable to look at him in the eyes.

{…}

July 25, 1985.

- “They just don’t get my sense of humor.”

He was lying down his bed, playing with candies ; the kind of game when you throw a candy and it is supposed to land on your mouth. Many candies appeared on the floor, or on his forehead.

The night finally arrived, and the clouds covered the most part of the town. It was clear that coming back to the hotel with the thunder coming was not a good idea. Or maybe it was just an excuse not to come home, to spend the night with him. You wanted to. He seemed to want it too. Well, seeing his hand on your leg, it seemed obvious that he did not want to play D&D at that moment.

- “It’s probably not a good idea.” He said, keeping however his hand on your leg.

- “No, it’s clearly not. Eddie the Freak.” you replied, a grin stretching your lips.

You knew it was really not a good idea, but you spent all the past few days with him since day one, and more the time passed more your heart was beating for another reason than pulsing blood to your brain. A really sensible reason. Eddie Munson was driving you more than crazy. You was, at that time, and still is today, cursed with his freakery.

Nevertheless, nothing more happened that night. You slept with him, wearing his favorite tee-shirt with the emblem of AC/DC on it, stuck between his arms. And you secretly adored it.

{…}

- “Hey, I won’t die you know ? I’m still here.”

- “That is the problem.”

- “Wait- That I’m not dead ?” he asks, a little laugh crossing the border of his pout of sadness.

- “No, idiot.” you retort, hitting his shoulder. “That you’ll still be here, when I won’t be.”

{…}

August 03, 1985.

He was there, his guitar on his knee, playing Beth by Kiss, while your eyes could not stop staring at his lips. Damn his lips. It is been a few days now since you kissed for the first time, and you cannot stop thinking about it since then. I mean, that sounds logic, knowing how a good kisser he is. It was like, kissing a cloud, a glittering and soft cloud, with a bit - just a little, rain on it. I don’t mean to be naughty, but, you get it.

- “What the heck are you thinking about ?”

- “Hm, sorry.” you replied, passing your tongue over your lips, which had dried up during your reverie. “Excuse me, you said ?”

- “You are stuck, to fix me, since five whole minutes.”

- “Sorry..”

Shit, your cheeks started to blush, against your will.

- “I know what’s wrong.” he said, approaching, like really approaching, his head to yours.

- “Surprise me.”

A smirk stretched his lips, while his lips grazed yours. Ok, it is now, right here, right now ; go little bird, time to shine bright like a diamond.

But apparently Rihanna seemed to have taken a sabatical leave. As you were ready to share a passionate and intensive kiss with your actual addictive and cute crush, he seemed more convinced that pizzas would be your dream number one.

Effectively, he changed his trajectory to grab the pizzaria card - which was right behind you, and went to call them. Well, not for tonight Satan.

{…}

Another smirk on his face, as if he won something. It is getting on your nerves ; how can he be that relaxed ? He knows he is about to lose you, but when your rib cage is moving as fast as a hare, he is keeping your hands in his and smile. Idiot.

- “You knew it wasn’t a good idea.”

- “As much as you did.” you replied. “But thanks for the reminding.”

But you actually know that that smile on his face hides a huge sadness. He does not want to lose you either, but it is easier to pretend we are ok, to admit our pain.

{…}

August 10, 1985.

Let Me Put My Love Into You by AC/DC on the background, you were searching the perfect vinyl for the night coming up. He finally accepted a date, with you, wherever you want. You knew he did not like public spaces very much, so you decided to move into the clearing you first met. A picnic, sounded good.

The Moon enlightened already the rock dominating the clearing when you arrived. The food and the blanket installed, you just had to enjoy your time together. At that moment, you were well aware that you had only two weeks left before going back home and leaving for university. Two weeks, not much, not less.

That was probably why you did not take the time to to propose something to drink. Tonight, you want to move directly to the dessert - the meal could wait for few minutes, or hours, who knows.

[ TW ;; 🔞 coming.]

His hands over your body, the moonlight reflecting off the fall of his loins, his body was overlooking yours, as a groan passed the corner of your lips. It was even more passionate as you expected it. Your hips moving in tune with his, you felt him come and go between your legs with so much power that the Devil himself would be jealous of much heat between you two. It was like you were meant to be, like your both bodies were actually supposed to make one, to merged. As a beautiful song in the middle of the woods, your hand flattened against his back, and his lips covering your skin with hickeys ; your carnal envelopes only formed one, in a harmony to make Mozart blush.

If you were cursed, he was the cure. At that precise moment, you knew he was the love of one life. The love of your life.

It seemed so soon yet so real. If Rose could fall in love with Jack in only a few hours, the little days you got with him were enough for you to become an addict.

{…}

Your momma warned you, more than once, that bad guys were not meant to fall in love. She knew it because your father was one of them. Yet, here you go, leaving his mobile home, your eyes full of tears.

{…}

August 15, 1985.

- “I love you.” you said, intertwining your fingers.

- “I love you too, Freak.”

Ten days, and you would not be able to tell him that again. You knew it, yet you were deeply, irretrievably, falling in love with him.

{…}

August 20, 1985.

- “You’re sure you have to leave ?”

- “Yes, one hundred percent sure.”

Master of Puppets played by him and his band, Dustin was talking with you at th3 table in front of the stage. Maybe he talked with him, maybe he asked for him. But you knew the answer broke his heart as much as yours.

Nevertheless, when he grab you by the waist with power, to suddenly kiss you in front of everybody, you realised that you wanted him to do that, for the rest of your life.

Because you knew, he would be the father of your kids. The kind of father watching Kiss concert on TV on sunday morning and dancing with his daughter on his feet, singing and laughing, looking at you.

{…}

- “Wait, please, don’t leave.” he yelled, joining you on the garden.

- “Why ? For a last kiss ? Or maybe, a last sex plan on your tiny little shower ?”

- “Damn that was rude.”

- “We are not obligated to do that Edward. You could.. come with me, or we could spend the year and see each other on holidays.”

- “I don’t do distance.”

You sigh, run your hand through your hair, and turn your back on him to leave.

Then suddenly, when all hopes and beliefs seem gone for a stroll, he grab your hand and pull you back to him. A hand on your cheek, the other on your hand, his lips come to meet yours in a very soft and tender kiss.

If only you knew it was your last kiss.

[hi there,

this is my first One Shot in English (i’m french), please be indulgent.. I hope you’ll like to read it as much i loved writing it. ♡]

[bettyfrommars]

In the Closet

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

🚨18+ Only, MDNI, smut, oneshot, forced proximity, enemies to lovers, unprotected piv, fingering, oral (m receiving), cum shot, mention of alcohol consumption, smoking weed, semi-public sex, cum rag. Word count: 2k

You were invited to a surprise party for Steve Harrington, but so was Eddie Munson, and you really cannot stand him. But when you're forced to hide in a closet together, your resolve is tested.

A/N: I've been working on an Eddie series where the smut has not been introduced yet, and I needed to get my fix.

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It’s 1989 and there’s a surprise birthday party for Steve at the house he shares with Robin. You were invited, but so was Eddie “the freak” Munson, and just the thought of having to be in his orbit made you want to retract your RSVP. You’d been friends with Robin a while, and every time Eddie came to visit, he always reeked of weed and cigarettes, and he insisted on calling you Princess, even though you clearly hated the nickname. He was abrupt and juvenile, and god, did he even have a job besides selling drugs? And the music he listened to? You accidentally heard a W.A.S.P. song once months ago, and you were still upset about it.

His van was one of the last cars to pull up and park behind the garage, out of sight, and you went into the other room to mingle, hoping he wouldn’t approach you but still, he caught your eye across the room, lifting a can of beer can in greeting, a cigarette pressed between his lips. “Heyyyy Princess,” he beamed, as if he was mocking the fact that you were repulsed by him.

You headed down the hallway to use the bathroom, and once you washed your hands and were on the way back, Eddie Munson was there blocking your path. He pushed off the wall, a freshly lit joint in his hand, and extended it to you.

“You look like you need to relax.” His chest rose and he kicked his chin up so that the smoke from his lips would go over your head instead of in your face, a slight cough choking in his throat.

You grimaced and made a scene of waving the skunk smoke away with your hand. “I’m plenty relaxed, thank you,” you told him, but mostly it was to convince yourself. Eddie maintained eye contact with you as he put the cherry of the joint out on his palm and slipped the joint in his front pocket of his vest, as if he had only lit it for you.

But then the music in the living room cut out and Robin hissed, “shit! He’s early! Everyone hide!”

Crap.

You could hear Steve’s keys jangling in the front door as everyone found hiding places in the living room, and kitchen, but you were stuck in the hallway with Heady Eddie, and you were about to give the whole thing away because Steve was seconds from stepping into the hallway.

“In here!” You whispered through gritted teeth at Eddie, grabbing the back of his denim battle vest as he stood with a bewildered look on his face.

You whisked him into the small closet with you, pulling the door closed with the cautious precision someone would use to disarm a bomb.

Thank god Steve and Robin had just recently moved into this new house because the tiny closet only had three hanging shirts and two jackets in it. You could feel Steve’s footsteps clap down the hall, he stopped right in front of the closet and called Robin’s name, and you held your breath. The space you were trapped in was longer than it was deep and at first you didn’t realize you were pressing your back up against Eddie, and he was starting to like it.

“How long should we---” Eddie breathed in your ear, but your nerves were on edge, and you spun around, using the palms of your hands to pin his shoulders to the back wall of the closet.

“Shut up, Munson,” you hissed. It was dark in that confined space, and you could only see the outline of each other’s faces, but your lips were barely inches apart, your legs straddling his, and then his fingers started curling at your sides, pulling you closer, and your pussy started to blossom in ways you didn’t understand.

You gasped, “oh shit…” just before your mouth crashed onto his, teeth hitting first in your urgency, and then eager tongues searching deep. His hair fell into your face and smoothed it back behind his ear, your mouth never leaving his. You didn’t know what was happening; you were possessed. “Can I touch you?” Eddie whispered, aching to put his hand between your legs. You nodded, just as your hand slid down to palm his growing cock through his denim. You untucked his shirt from his jeans so that your hands could be on the warm skin of his stomach and his chest.

Out in the living room everyone yelled, “SURPRISE!” and jumped out from their respective hiding places, blowing party horns and turning up the music, while you and Eddie made frantic work of undoing each others belts, hands sliding down to fondle each other. Your pussy fluttered as his thick fingers curled in, bypassing your underwear to sink deep and then he moaned against your mouth, “you’re already so wet for me.”

“Shhhhh,” you said against his lips, but then you both giggled, caught off guard by the ridiculousness of it all. Eddie removed his hand from down your pants, wondering if maybe this was the cue to pull yourselves together and head out.

But you dropped to your knees, lifting up his shirt to kiss his salty stomach as you went, feeling your way around, along the map of his hair arrow, drifting down to darker waters. Eddie made a small mew sound in the back of his throat, throwing his head back with disbelief.

“Can I?” You perched there in a squat, waiting to know if he was just as caught up in the moment as you were.

“Um, yeah? Yesyesyes. You can have whatever you want, ghaaa,” he hissed, placing his hand on the top of your head so that he knew your location, feeling safer to speak as the party in the living room got louder.

You were fumbling around in such close proximity, that when you pulled Eddie’s boxers down the rest of the way, his unnervingly huge, curved cock sprang out and caught you in the face, juicing pre-cum onto your cheek.

“Sorry!” Eddie said, but then he couldn’t think about anything anymore because your soft lips were on the tip of his cock, your tongue flicking the underside ridge, your wet mouth taking him deep and making him shiver.

Eddie cursed himself for forgetting to jerk off that morning, because he was about to give you a bad impression. “I—I---do you want me to cum like that?”

You weren’t sure why, but the fact that he was already close after only minutes in the closet with you made a smile float your cheeks up, but then you were up on straight legs again, kissing him, thinking God, how could kissing Eddie Munson feel this good? His tongue was greedy and sweet and he made soft noises of pleasure when you did things that he liked. You slid your hands up over his shoulders to help him remove his jacket, and he threw it in the corner, his fingers quickly returning to arch up deep inside of you, metal rings clicking together, making you press your open mouth to his neck so that you wouldn’t cry out loud in pleasure.

Out in the rest of the house, alcohol was flowing, and all of the attention was on Steve, but a few people, especially Robin, did look around, wondering where the two of you got off to. She recalled seeing Eddie procure a freshly rolled joint as he sauntered around the corner, and she assumed the two of you were getting high somewhere. She’d never known you to do any recreational drugs before, but there was a first time for everything, and Eddie was a pretty persuasive guy.

“Inside me?” you begged against Eddie’s mouth, pushing your pants down further and pressing up against the clothing at the other end of the space, bracing on your forearms.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Eddie muttered, mostly to himself, elated, holding onto your bare hips to line up with you. He ran the head of his cock down through your swollen lips, juicy and ready for him; oh god, you were so ready. He could smell the sweet tang of your arousal as it dripped down your inner thigh and you pushed your hips back to meet him, eagerly, his tip sinking in.

“Ohmygodohmygod...this is…you feel like heaven,” Eddie murmured on the wings of a sharp intake of breath, taking his time to enjoy the sensation of stretching you out, his feet planted on either side of your yours to secure you. He noticed you bring your hand down to swipe at your clit, and he sunk in all the way, aching for it as much as you were.

Soon, his hips were sawing, wet skin slapping as your two bodies connected, and you arched your head back as he buried himself deep inside, whimpering every so often and pausing suddenly as he tried not to cum too soon.

But, you were close now, working your hand between your legs, feeling the release mounting.

“EddieEddieEddie...I’m about to….” and then it happened, and the coil snapped. You trembled as your eyes rolled back, coating his cock with your cum, knees weak at the wave that overtook you. The gravity of the sneaky, impossible situation sinking you deeper into orgasm; white hot whips of a damn good, balls deep dick-down.

Eddie cursed, edging on the grip of a release that could possibly blow a hole through you, so he had to pull out with a broken cry, already missing you as his fist pumped ropes of cum onto your backside, twitching, “you feel too good baby girl.”

You felt some land as far up as your bra strap, your shirt pulled up around your neck, and he kept pumping, mining the mother load of sweet seed across your flesh. He braced his hand on the wall, his shoulders heaving, and then he patted your butt with a few tender taps, his throat dry, “goddamn, that was hot.”

The two of you didn’t exchange many words as you got dressed, but Eddie had a plain white undershirt on beneath his Metallica t-shirt, and so he used that to clean you up and wipe the cum off your back. You didn’t ask him to, he just started doing it, and you waited for him to finish, “I think I got it all,” he said, and then you pulled your pants up the rest of the way.

You were both beet red in the face when you finally opened the closet door, from exertion and from the dank stuffiness of the confined space. You went out first, and the plan was for Eddie to stay in the closet a few minutes longer, take the cum shirt back to his van, and then rejoin the party so that it wouldn’t look suspicious---so that no one would know what happened between the two of you.

You fixed your hair in the hallway and straightened your shoulders, ready to face the crowd, and deal with the apologies for disappearing on everyone like that. You took a few steps, and then your mind went to Eddie waiting in that hot closet, counting down, doing exactly what you told him to do, which was basically to save you the humiliation of letting people know you’d been with him. It had to be this way; a lot of your friends were at that party. People you knew from work and old classmates from high school who knew you as the Homecoming Princess. You couldn’t let them see you like this, with him.

You went to the end of the hallway, got Robin’s attention, and waved at her to let her know you were alive, and then made the decision to go back and wait for Eddie.

He was shocked to see you when he finally came out. His eyebrows pinched together, the cum shirt balled up in his hand. “What are are you doing here? I thought we--”

But then you stepped forward and kissed him, on the lips, gently, and took hold of his free hand, the one with all the big, metal rings, intertwining your fingers with his.

“We’ll go together,” you told him, catching the way his throat jerked at the sentiment, his eyes sparkling.

“Yeah?” He asked, unsure, squeezing your hand.

“Yeah.” You said, with the deepest sincerity.

[bettyfrommars]

Ready, Steddie, Go

biker!tattooed!Steddie x Fem Reader

🚨Pure smut, porn plot, 18+Only, biker!Steddie, tattooed!Steddie, unprotected p in v, unprotected p in a, oral (f & m receiving), fingering, rimming, slight choking, tag team, double penetration, spit roast, unprotected sex with strangers (do not recommend), praise kink, dirty talk, PLS no minors. Word count: 2.1k

A/N: Since I've been writing the older!biker! Eddie series, I'm on Fire, I've had several requests for some biker!Steddie smut, but the way I wrote them in the series, I couldn't see them doing this, so I just put them in a different au where they have a moving business: problem solved. They refer to themselves as Steddie in this 🙃 Am I even doing this right??

The two guys who delivered the bed, sofa, and office furniture to your new apartment just happened to be two hot bikers, covered in tattoos. The one with the long, dark wavy hair was Eddie, and the one with the thick head of brown hair slicked back with a curl hanging down his forehead was Steve. They both had big, warm brown eyes that looked you up and down with appreciation when you opened the door.

They carried the mattress in and you found them putting the bed frame together for you, even though that was not part of their job.

“Don’t sweat it, Princess,” Eddie glanced over at you with a wink as he finished cranking one of the bolts in secure. “We’ll take care of you.”

You stood watching them from the doorway as they finished up. They were both wearing light blue jumpsuits that buttoned down the front with their logo: Ready Steddie Go Movers, and they both had them unbuttoned down their chests, exposing all of their ink.

When they were finished, you asked if they each wanted some of the iced tea you had just made, and as you were handing their glasses over, you gave them your own appreciative look. “Not wearing back braces? You two are hard core.”

“You have no idea,” Steve said, licking his lips as he appraised you from under hooded eyes. His hand that cupped around the glass had a ball of flames on it and symbols across his knuckles. “We’re used to strapping pianos to our backs and walking up flights of stairs, so this was nothing.”

They took a few big gulps, draining the liquid completely, and you watched their tatted throats jerk as they swallowed, and your pussy quivered. Eddie asked if you needed anything else, because it was the end of their day, and time to head home.

You lived alone, and there was an instant chemistry between the three of you that was palpable.

So, you took a chance, pushing up against Eddie as he stepped to pass through the door frame. “You could stay, if you want,” you said, looking up at him while you undid another button on his jumpsuit, watching a coy smile spread on his thick lips.

Eddie stepped closer, pushing your back against the doorway, one hand coming up to gently graze your hard nipple through your shirt with his thumb. He searched your eyes as he spoke to Steve, “what do you think? Should we give her the Steddie special?”

Steve was watching, palming his cock through his jumpsuit at the thought of sliding it into one of your holes. “Yeah, man, I think we’ve got time.”

A few minutes later, the boys stripped out of their jumpsuits and boxers, fists stroking the tips of their enormous cocks as they planted kisses across your shoulders and helped you undress. Steve was behind you, and as you took your bra off, his hands were right there to cup your beasts and play with your nipples. “Fuck, baby, your tits are perfect,” he mumbled in your ear, pre-cum from the tip of his dick already dotting the crack of your ass.

You tilted your head back to meet Steve’s eager kiss with a moan as Eddie slid his hand down your underwear, hissing at what he found. “This one didn’t need much coaxing at all,” he breathed, swiping his fingers back and forth over your nub as Steve plucked at your nipples and bent his head to suck hickey’s into your neck, making you writhe.

Eddie pressed his thumb down into your soaking wet folds a few times, and then brought that hand up to grab your chin, thumb going in your mouth for you to suck. “That’s a good girl,” Eddie praised, as your tongue rolled around his thumb, licking it clean. "Taste how wet you get for us."

The boys were both tattooed neck to foot. Steve’s were colorful, traditional biker tattoos, but Eddie’s were more gothic in nature; all black and gray. Steve put his palm on your back and gently pushed your torso forward so that your ass was in the air, while Eddie grabbed your head and coaxed your mouth down to his cock. Steve slipped your underwear down to your ankles so you could step out of them, and then he stayed on his knees to sink his tongue into your pussy and your asshole, making hungry sounds as he did so.

He swallowed a few times, drinking you up. “Damn this pussy is sweet,” he mumbled between licks, pulling your cheeks apart with his thumbs to bury his tongue deeper, dipping in and out of your holes.

You braced one hand on Eddie’s thigh as your other hand wrapped around his thick cock so that you could lick and suck the tip, drinking his pre-cum, moaning as you did so.

Eddie cupped your jaw to tilt your face up at him. “Look at me, sweetheart,” he told you, and you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze as your mouth strained around his girth. “Look at me when you take my cock. A little deeper, Princess, just like that. Good girl.”

You fluttered your tongue over the underside ridge of his cock and he threw his head back with a shudder, one hand still cupping your cheek, hips bucking against your face, while Steve slid a finger into your pussy.

“I don’t want her legs to get tired,” Eddie told Steve, and then they took their fingers and cocks out of you, making you whine at the loss, so that you could move the business to the bed.

Steve propped up against the headboard, legs wide, and curled you against him so that he could kiss your neck and reach around to play with your nipples again, while Eddie crawled onto the bed and made eye contact with you, darting his tongue out to flick your pussy with fluttering licks, wrapping his arms around your thighs, tattooed fingers digging into your flesh, sucking you in and lapping you up to the point that your limbs jerked. You noticed that the letters across his knuckles spelled H-E-L-L-F-I-R-E and you wondered what that meant.

Steve plucked at your nipples a little harder as he hissed in your ear: “You want my cock to fill your ass up, don’t you?”

You nodded, whimpering as Eddie unhooked one hand from your thigh to fuck your hole with three fingers, stretching you, sucking you until you cried out, shaking, sweat dripping from between your breasts, down your stomach.

Steve looped his elbow around your throat in a choke hold, applying cautious pressure as he pressed his lips against your ear, coaxing you, locking you there, “cum for Steddie, baby.”

And then Eddie fucked his fingers up inside to his last knuckles and Steve twisted your nipple just right and you felt yourself snap into another dimension for a second as an orgasm wracked your body. Eddie gave out a low hum and greedily licked you up as Steve mumbled in your ear: “That’s right baby, cum for me, cum for me. You’ve been so good; you can have my cock now.”

You were eager to take Eddie’s cock in your mouth again, on all fours, looking up at him in that way he liked as you swallowed the tip a few times in the back of your throat, making him curse as he stared down at you. “Ah, fuck, you’ve got me close, princess.”

You moaned on Eddie’s cock at the sensation of Steve’s tongue swirling around your asshole, licking your cum up your perineum to lubricate it. You bucked back against his face as his tongue shot into your ass, fucking it. Steve moaned, “I know you want my cum, baby, be a good girl and you’ll get all of it deep inside you.” The feel of his breath on your hole made you shudder.

He dipped a finger into your soaking wet pussy, and then slid it into your ass, making you swallow Eddie’s cock deeper, a cry of pleasure escaping your throat.

Eddie tossed his head back and cupped your cheek again. “Fuck, you’re gonna make...fuck….you want me in your belly, Princess?”

You nodded, wrapping your hand around his cock to tease the tip, “I’m so thirsty for you,” you said with an aching mew as Eddie’s speed increased and he put a hand on the back of your head, fierce grunts escaping his throat.

Steve slipped a second finger in your ass, making you feel like you could cum again, just as Eddie stilled and hot jets of his seed hit the back of your throat. “Fuck, you take me so good, sweetheart,” he shivered as you swallowed, sucking him in, not wanting to miss a drop. He started sawing his hips in and back, letting you clean his cock, your eyes on the dark, twisting tattoo design below his belly button and above his pubic hair.

With Eddie’s seed coating your esophagus and lips, you felt the tip of Steve’s dick go in your ass, and you threw your head back. Steve made brief eye contact with Eddie, “I’m not gonna last much longer, this ass is so fucking tight.”

Eddie cupped your chin and stroked it, and then you took his thumb in your mouth again. “She sucked me so good, but I’ll be ready again in a second. Is that what you want, Princess? Both of our cocks inside of you?”

You were nodding, whimpering, sucking on Eddie’s knuckles while Steve sunk halfway in, fingers digging into your ass cheeks.

In a few seconds, Steve had you re-positioned: you were on his lap facing out while he sat on the edge of the bed, holding your legs up, thrusting his cock up into your ass over and over---fuck, he was so strong, you felt like a rag doll. You’d never been happier to be a cock whore, your head and tits bouncing as he filled you.

“Fuck,” Steve paused for a second, his forehead pressing against your back. “I’ve got such a load for you baby, I hope you can take it.”

Eddie was hard again, and he stepped forward to rub the tip of his cock on your spread, sopping wet pussy lips, getting his dick back to full girth. Steve fucked up inside of you a few more times as you watched Eddie’s forehead clench at the beautiful, engorged sight of your pussy; the hole begging for him.

Your eyes rolled back in your head at the way Steve’s cock stretched you out, but then you met Eddie’s eyes, and he smirked, positioning his the tip of his cock to enter your second hole. “You gonna be a good girl and cum again for us?”

“Fuck yeah she is,” Steve grunted, jerking his hips.

You were already on the verge, but then Eddie’s cock sank in, and your eyes traveled over the ink that covered his chest and stomach, across his shoulders and strong arms. His dark, wavy hair hung down as he watched his cock melt inside of you, cursing, muttering about how good it felt.

Eddie took over holding your legs up by the hinges at your knees, using the leverage to thrust and go balls deep inside of you, while Steve braced his hands on the bed, continuing to work his hips. Both of them going base deep, spreading you wide, stretching to meet the needs of their ample girth.

You were babbling, almost incoherent, eyes watering, as they fucked you at the same time, your head bobbing, Steve planting kisses on your back.

Steve’s thrusts became spasmodic as he groaned, “fuck baby, fuck, is this what you want? For me to cum in your ass?”

You could barely speak, but you nodded, just as you felt a coil inside yourself start to unravel and snap, and then Steve’s hips locked onto your backside with a grunt, his warm spend shooting into you, and he kept pumping, hissing as it dripped back down onto his cock.

Eddie’s hips pounded into you as he watched your face, knowing you were on the verge of another orgasm, “fuck, that’s so hot,” he mumbled. “I think...I’m going to…again…”

And just as the velvet walls crashed around you and you went deaf and blind for a second, jerking, whimpering, “fuck, cummingcummingcumming,” Eddie yanked his cock out of your hole and pushed the head into your folds, fucking your nub as you came. Watching him pump his cock, shooting the last of his seed onto your swollen cunt made you ride your high as another wave of pleasure jolted through you, falling back so that Steve’s cock popped out and Eddie ran his cock up and down your slit, mixing his spend in with your cum.

Eddie gave you that smirk again as he hovered above you. “I’m sure we could get one more out of you, sweetheart.”

[bettyfrommars]

stories from the I'm on Fire au

biker!Eddie + biker!Steve + Robin Buckley x fem!Reader

One Shots

Candy Necklace - biker!Steve x fem!Reader - Smut Ready Steddie Go - biker!Steddie x fem!Reader - Porn/No Plot Glory Box - biker!Steve x fem!Reader - Smut So Gone - Robin Buckley x fem!reader - Smut (but also fluffy) Monster Cookies - Steve's Family Fluff Santa Comes Once a Year - biker!Eddie as Santa smut

Bound by Blood - biker!Eddie x fem!reader + biker!Steve - biker Eddie in his 40's (by @tenthmoon) The Bell Tolls for Thee - biker!Eddie x reader - biker Eddie gets a special gift from reader (by @tenthmoon)

If you enjoyed the character Astrid, she was developed by @texasblues, and you can read more about her relationships with Steve, Eddie, and Wayne through the years here: biker!Steve x Astrid Masterlist

1971 - the early years for Wayne, the boys, Evelyn & Astrid - by @texasblues

biker!steve x fem!reader - teaser for possible future series

[bettyfrommars]

Love love love i'm on fire and thought i'd gift you this lil moodboard. ❤️

SID WHAT 😭 I am FLIPPING out over this 🥹 You know what I love? Just a few hours ago, I saved that image that says "I can't stay away from you" possibly for the new photo header 🥹🥹 How do you make this look so good? I wish I had mood board skills. I'm making a special place on the I'm on Fire Masterlist for any fanart or blurbs, and I can't wait to put this on there! Thank you so much! The rest of our gang will love ittttttt xoxoxoxox

[wadasabi]

— MASTER OF PUPPETS.

(eddie munson ; steve harrington ; fem/reader)

[TW ;; smut, oral sex, unprotected sex, nude, ejaculation, domination.]

Steve Harrington always been that kind of guy you know was not good for you, in so many ways. So much ways that you knew, at the precise moment you asked him on a date that it was not a good idea, at all. But what did you have to lose? I mean, Jason just left you the moment he knew you bought drugs to that freak, Eddie Munson. Well, he did not actually leave you right? It was just a phase. He did not, you know, break up. In his mind. But in yours, it was perfectly clear you did not want anything to do with him anymore. Because you have found another target, much more interesting.

 His brown and fluffy hair over his forehead, you actually sip your milkshake with so much pressure that your thighs themselves are obligated to contract. Or maybe it is actually the tension between you two. You are well aware that you are not Nancy, and that he did not move on, but for tonight you actually do not care. His knee grazes yours, your thighs get more contracted, while your tongue split a little milk on your lips.

 - “Wait..”

 He bends over you to hold out his hand over your bottom lip, ridding you from the milk. Your eyes stay focus on his face, while his are concentrated on your mouth. Trying to stay calm and quiet, you clear your throat and turn over to look at the rest of the restaurant. He smirks a little and put his hand on your thigh.

 - “Am I making you that uncomfortable?” He asks, drinking up a huge sip of his chocolate milk.

- “You? Ts, nah.” You say, avoiding his eye on you.

- “So why are you blushing, hm?”

 You clear your voice again, before taking quite violently his glass, to take a sip. Diversion, make diversion. He laughs, takes yours, and sip a bit of strawberry milk. Your brain freezes as you realise that your lips are actually on the area his were right before. It is like an interposed kiss, and this simple idea make you swallow even deeper. Your cheeks turn red, and you cannot stop imagine the sensation of his flesh crescents over yours.

When you finally notice that he also has a bit of milk on the corner of his lips, you bit your bottom lip, before running your thumb over the area. Wow, his lips are so soft. Maybe another sign that you probably should kiss him. It won’t hurt you. To be fair, he seems to want it too, seeing his arms coming around your shoulders.

 - “Do you want to leave? I know a quieter and calmer place, if you want.” He says, approaching his head to yours.

- “Hm, yes, sure, why not?”

 You smile at him, digging your dimples, that he does not avoid to notice. Taking your hand, he goes to the bar to pay your order, before guiding you to the exit.

Then, a shoulder collides yours. You could recognise this sent from mills away. Eddie Munson. Your eyes make contact, when he presses his bottom lip. His magnificent hand, full of rings, and his eye on you. Why is that confusing you? Steve Harrington is waiting for you on his car, and you are actually having the hottest eye contact you’ve ever had. Eddie approaches you with a flirty smile and closes his head to your ear, for you to hear him clearly.

- “He’s not the guy you should be with.”

Confused, you frown. But you do not get the chance to reply, he is already with the girl he is probably on a date with. And that idea makes you jealous. So jealous of her. You see him putting his arm behind her back, kissing her neck to, you imagine, tell her hello. It gets on your nerves.

Coming back angry to Steve’s car, you do not wait to be in a quieter and calmer place to get on his knees. His hands over your butt cheeks, your lips collide his with violence and a sexual tension immediately appears. He is not the guy you should be with hun? Well, Eddie’s going to see he was wrong. And you want him to notice it.

- “We probably should go somewhere else.” Says Steve, bending his neck to allow you to kiss his skin.

- “We’re perfectly fine here.”

And take the risk for Eddie to miss it? Never. You want him to see how Steve is better than him. And damn he is a helling good kisser. Your lips over his neck, his collarbone, you take his shirt off, before your eyes meet his. He seems into it too. His hands discover your body with curiosity, softness, and tenderness. Maybe too much though. You are going to bang with Steve Harrington, and you are going to like it. He takes your croc-top off, and unbutton your short. One finger to the top of your pantie, you squeeze his hair when it reaches your clit, above your underwear. Both of your tongues are dancing with passion and speed, and your hand his right on his boner, above his jean.

- “You’re sure you want to do this? Here?” He asks, taking a break on your kisses.

- “Yes, sure.”

But the moment you are about to kiss him again, he sees Eddie in front of his car. He is right there, standing, watching you.

- “What does that nerd want?” Says Steve, you turn around to see Eddie.

You smirk. Exactly what you wanted. You bit your lip, your eyes swallowed by Eddie’s, while Steve continues his way of kisses over your right nipple. He takes off your bra, and the fact that Eddie is seeing your naked back makes you wetter than you already began to be when he touched you on that bar.

His fists clenched, Eddie just takes his date by the hand and prepare her to get on his motorbike. You actually do not know what you want, but you cannot stop imagine Eddie’s hands over your body instead of Steve’s. You know it is not right, you have the hottest dude in town just for you, in his car, and you only want that metal fanatic. Your head cannot stop thinking about the way he once touched you.

So, before going too far with Harrington, you stop your movement, telling him to stop between two moans. He directly stop, putting his hand in the air – to say “I did not do anything m’am”.

 - “I’m sorry. So so sorry.”

And then, half-naked, you leave his car, letting him board behind his steering wheel.

- “Did I do something wrong?” He yells, poking his head out of his window.

-  “No no no, I did!”

You put back your clothes on, and stop Eddie’s motorbike standing on the road. The girl curses, you offer her your middle finger, and look at Munson. He gets out of his vehicle and take his helmet out, staying at only a few centimetres from you.

- “He was not the wrong guy I had to date.”

- “Then, baby, why aren’t you sucking his cock right now? You seemed… ready to making this gift to him.”

- “You know why.”

- “Oh, because it’s such a precious gift? Yeah, I remember.” He winks.

- “Shut up Munson.”

- “What do you want then?”

- “You.”

 The way to his mobile-home never been that fast. After sending his date to Steve’s car – she had a crush on him for so long though, he took you on his motorbike and drove to his place. It was fast, and the wind over your hair made you shiver, almost more than his eye on you when you pronounced this word; “you”.

Was a time when him and you got to date. A bit before Jason. It was for two weeks only, for spring break, but it was the most awesome boyfriend you’ve ever had. And since you broke up, you cannot help but imagine him, see him, think about him. Even when you were with Jason, when you pronounced the words “I love you” he was not the right receiver.

His mobile-home is exactly the same as it was before. His smell possesses all the space, a mix of weed and cologne, and a bit of teenage essence. But you love that.

He does not let you the time to sit anywhere that he put his hand over your butt to raise you and carry you to his bed. But before putting you down, he keeps you on his arms. His head pressed against your breast, he closes his eyes and inhales a bit of your parfum. Your smile could never be that extended than right now.

-  “You cannot imagine for how long I imagined this moment baby.” He claims, raising his head to look at you.

- “And… what did you imagine then?”

- “First, I gave you a huge hug.”

- “You’re doing it right now.”

- “Hm hm.” He nods. “Then, I laid you down on my bed.

On those words, he does so. Your back hits the mattress and his body soon comes overhanging yours. His guitar pick touches your neck as he starts to kiss your forehead, then your nose, then your cheek. Your hand come over his hair. You always loved his hair. You squeeze them, and press your lips not to claim for more. Even though you really want more.

- “Then?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

- “Then, I dismissed your legs to take place in between.”

He does it. His both hands on your knees, he dismissed your knees with strength, before taking your short off. He already saw you naked, but you could not help but blush. Your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, you eye cannot leave his, coming right in front of your pudenda. His kisses the area once, twice, thrice, and he can already hear a moan. A hand holding your thigh open, the other comes to play with your pantie, to take it off. He raises his eyes to look at you, as you quietly beg him to go forward.

- “You sure you don’t want Harrington to continue?” He says, with a ton of jealousy.

- “Shut up. I want you.”

Satisfied, his tongue finally meets your clit with delicacy, playing around with his fingers. His middle one slowly enters in your narrow walls, making you lightly arch your back. One of your hands holds his hair to guide him, the other cannot do anything else than pressing the sheets. Another finger, a glance at you, and you curse. Scissors movements, and your eyes roll. It is so damn good. Your entire body is relaxed, and your head is already burning as he keeps going faster in his circular movements with his tongue.

- “Please Eddie I-… I’m gonna…”

- “No, not right now baby.”

After those words, he stops any move and takes his fingers out of you. You take support with your elbows on the mattress, confused and frustrated.

- “Eddie, please.”

- “Don’t you want to know what I imagined next?”

- “Stop playing, please.”

- “Beg me.”

But he knows you won’t. And that is exactly why he will continue his little game on you. Taking off his shirt, you cannot wait and help him taking his pant and his underwear off. You take off yourself your tee-shirt, and reverse the roles. Effectively, you push him and astride him. Naked, offered to him, you can feel his erection touching your private area. And you like that. He presses your hips between his fingers, and raises an eyebrow to provoke you, to see what you are going to do. Feeling confident at the moment, you take his boner in your hand, and guide it between your walls. Not waiting, once inside, Eddie begins to come and go, teasing you coming out with each movement of the pelvis. He is driving you crazy, and your moans begin to become louder and even more pleading than before.

- “I beg, Eddie.”

A satisfied smile raising his cheeks, he reverses again the roles and stars to go harder on you. Your legs encircle his hips, your nails scratch his skin, and your eyes start to roll again. You feel your body shaking under his, and your stomach contracting every time his reaches the specific orgasmic point of your anatomy.

-  “You’re so tight baby. Contract for me.”

And you obey. It feels much deeper and bigger inside you. His tongue playing with yours, your hands get lost in his hair while you feel it coming. The butterflies on your stomach, the firework on your head, and your heart beating faster in your rib cage. You are in. So he is.

- “Where do you want me to cum sweety, ask and I’ll do.”

-  “Here.” You reply, showing your mouth, with those flirty eyes and that provoking smile.

You know that could drive Eddie crazy, like, really crazy.

-  “You’re mine, huh?” He prays, starring at you.

-  “I’m all yours Eds.”

No need anything more. Eddie’s been loving you for middle school, you always were his most secret fantasy, and it is not about to end.

Speaking about ending, you feel your entire body taken by so much spasms. Nobody has ever fucked you that hard, that passionate. Soon, you feel all the oxytocin taking possession of you; not only your body, or your soul, or anything. Just the entire you. And as you are abandoning yourself in Eddie’s arms, he leaves your inner right after your orgasm to come closer to your mouth. Only a few seconds and he spreads out all over your mouth.

- “Oh sweetheart, you’re so pretty like this.” He murmurs, stroking your cheek.

One loving and caring kiss, and you can leave the bed to go to the bathroom for a shower. Obviously not without him. Full of hugs, kisses, and soft attentions, you can enjoy your shower.

But it was once in the bed, in the soft and a bit defiled sheets that, your head leaning on his shoulder, that he whispers:

- “I love you.”