#perv eddie

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Perv! Eddie munson x naive! Innocent! Reader

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  contains: Dubcon, drugs, darkish! Eddie

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When he invited you over to his trailer you first thought that he need extra help with his english work, which was true he did need help with his english work but that wasnt why he invited you over. He had noticed the interest you had expressed around getting high, it started off as innocent questions that he didnt think much of such as;

"why do people get high?" "do all drugs feel the same?" "Why do you do drugs?" And much more similar questions, eddie was heavily against it when he picked up your unsubtle questions however after some heavy thinking (and masturbating), maybe having you fuzzy and malleable was a good thing, if he was lucky he would get you so high you wouldnt remember the groping he'd do.

You had arrived to his trailer with your bag filled with school and revision work, you had been hesitant to knock afraid that he hadnt actually wanted you to come over and it was all a misunderstanding, overthinking on your part. fortunately for eddie you pushed aside the anxieties and knocked. Almost immediately eddie opened the door as if he was waiting for your knock, he quickly invited you into his room, sitting you on the bed, you begin to open your bag to pull out the equipment before he stopped you. "Actually.. I- uh I was thinking we could do that later y'know? Like let's- lets hang out for a little"

"Oh yeah sure! What do you have in mind?" You quickly closed your bag placing it near the end of his bed, looking up at him, you noticed the slight nervousness that radiated off him

"We can um- read some comics- just dont touch the ones you find under my bed or the ones in my bedside table they're- uh they're... limited addition? Yeah limited addition, definitely dont want anyone to touch them-" his voice cracks inbetween words as he desperately tries kick one of the "comics" in question under his bed "- o-or we can just talk.."

"I dont mind it if we just talk, i- I don't really like comics that much.. no offense or anything I'm sure they're great!"

Eddie released a breath he didnt know we was holding in and awkwardly sat on his bed next to you, glancing at you as the room became silent minus the low sound of his mixtape playing in the background.

"So um how is the hellfire going? I heard that will byers joined recently that must be fun h-hes a sweet kid I used to babysit him, sometimes I'd join in with the game but I never understood it-" your face turned hot as you spoke slightly embarrassed that you were saying this to the dungeon master himself "s-sometimes steve and Jonathan tried to join but they didn't know much either so it made me feel better about it. One time nancy joined and got so-"

He cut you off "are you close with Jonathan and steve?" His nose flared and hands clenched as he asked you

"I mean i guess- i-i um I used to babysit will and dustin and- and sometimes I still do so it's hard to not be close to them y-y'know?"

"Do you like them?"

"I- what of course I do they're my friends-"

"No- do you like LIKE them?"

You breathed in feeling exposed and vulnerable letting tears well in your eyes the thought if your fleeting crush being so visible mortified you "I- well I um- I used to have a small crush on both of them like a long time ago b-but I never tried anything! I dont like them anymore- I-" he placed his hand on your thigh

"Hey hey hey its okay I was only asking, I'd go for steve 'the hair' harrington too" he joked, quickly easing your nerves and calming you from the breakdown you were possibly about to have. Soon the conversation picked up and you both began talking about school, games, music, life and anything that crossed your mind. Eddie had seen the way you reacted to his questions and a part of him felt bad for upsetting you, he didnt mean to make you almost cry, he just wanted to know if he had any competition he didnt mean to embarrass you.

The conversation soon died down lulling you both in a comfortable silence, clearing his throat "do you um- do you mind if I smoke? I know you dont do that stuff so I just wanted to ask incase-"

Almost like a dog being asked to go on a walk your eyes lit up and you nodded your head cutting him off from his sentence "yes sure go ahead I dont mind i- this is your room"  Eddie exhaled and pushed himself near the wall of his bed, he sat snug in the corner and put his hand between the mattress and the wall pulling out a box containing his secret stash and various pre rolled blunts and joints, he had hid before you came thinking that seeing it would scare you off. he pulled out a joint looking at you for approval before lighting it, as he dragged the joint to his lips he took notice of your eyes following his movements, the way your pupils would dilate when he flicked his tongue out to dampen his lips.

He inhaled the drug, holding it in his lungs before exhaling away from you, he smirked as you watched the smoke crawl around the room. "D'ya wanna try it?" Your head whipped back to face him, you looked at him with wide eyes before trying to form a sentence that he could understand

"I've never done anything like that so- so I dont know how um I- think you should just- um just do it" you avoided his gaze that bore into you, he grabbed your hand and tugged you closer to him forcing you to shuffle to get closer to him , he placed the joint near your lips

"Its easy, all you gotta do is breathe in and breathe out-"

"Like breathing?"

"Exactly like breathing sweetheart" he smiled pushing it closer to your lips, your hand holding his trying to comfort yourself aswell as allowing yourself to push it away at any moment. You looked him in his eyes as you took a drag, holding back a groan he waited a moment for you to pull back and exhale. unfortunately when you did you immediately started choking on your breath, tears brewing in your eyes and falling as the coughing continued eddie chuckled and patted you on the back praising you despite your fail.

"You did so well for your first time, so good even if you did choke a little. How about we try again-"

You shook your head as soon as the words left his mouth "nuh uh, no. s'too hard hurt my chest" you said, voice wavering still trying to recover from the assault on your lungs. Eddie smiled and lay back patting his chest for you to lay on it, he took a drag and let you wiggle yourself across his bed, your leg straddled his thigh, tangling themselves with his. Sighing into his chest you breathed in his scent feeling better now that you had some comfort

Your head lay on his chest where he raised a hand to your hair and started to trace patterns and shapes into the side of your head gliding his fingers through the baby hairs along your neck and up the side of your cheeks, he pulled your head up and leaned down, you tried to back away not wanting to take advantage of his high state, as his lips were centimetres away from yours he blow his smoke into your mouth, this time you didnt choke. As he pulled back he looked at your large pupils and smiled "y'like that?" You didnt respond too awestruck with what had just occured, unconsciously dragging yourself forward to get closer to him.

Eddie took another drag, before repeating his actions, he didnt think it would take much to get you feeling warm, you were a virgin in this field and he was a prostitute. You lay your head back on his chest looking up at him with adoration, the drug clearly kicking in. Eddie began his plan and moved his free hand from your head taking his time to feel your body as he makes his way down to your thighs.

You melted as he pulled you closer forcing your clothed cunt to press against his thigh, taking this as a hint, he took a drag and blew the remnants into your mouth. Your hips, without your control, began rocking against his thigh making him groan under his breath, your eyes were half lidded and your hands were resting on his chest, "that feel good?"

You slowly nodded "makin' me all fuzzy" as you continued your grinding

"Yeah? You like it?" He cooed at you. pushing his leg up to meet your lazy thrusts, moaning, you dumbly nodded your hips jerking up against him trying to get release, something you've never had before. Eddie softly bounced his leg, forgetting about the joint and placing it on his table moving his hand to your hips, pulling you flushed against him, the other groped around your body feeling as much flesh as he could manage to get his hands on.

"Eddie feels s'good 'like it- f-feels nice w-want more"

"Yeah? M'not giving you enough? You're so greedy"

He pressed you down on his bulge, your clit knocking against the zipper of his pants causing you to jolt away from it as if it burnt you. Eddie forced you to stay put letting you sit up to look down at him, he let you continue your pathetic thrusts letting you get used to the feeling of direct contact to your clit before guiding you like before.

"Ah- eddie! Again!- w-wan' more"

You whined from above him as you could feel your orgasm build up, your panties were now soaked seeping into the material and ruining his pants. luckily eddie enjoyed that he could feel your juices against him, pulling you down harsher he bucked his hips against yours pushing you over the edge refusing to stop even when you cried that you coudlnt take it.

"S'too much eddie stop! S'too much feels weird don' like it eddie dont like it"

"Ssshh-shut up- shut the fuck up- oh god fuck- take it for me c'mon fucking take- make me feel good baby-"

Eddie was in heaven right now and hed be damned if he let your overstimulation ruin it for him. he continued to use you for his own purpose soon flipping you over so you lay under him, thrusting against your clothed pussy which was now soaked and puffy from his abuse. The sight beneath him was a sight for sore eyes. youre face soaked with tears, drool coating your lips, a light bucking of your hips, it pushed him over the edge forcing him to cum in his pants like he was a virgin.

His head fell into the side of your neck as he prolonged his orgasm, your legs flinching as he grazed over your clit once more. Desperate for comfort you moved your face to muzzle the side of his head, he tilted your face and kissed your drool coated lips "did s'good for me baby, so so soo good" eddie pulled you up turning you around and pressed you back against his chest, one of his hands resting on your spine and the other in your hair.

When you woke up the next day you were none the wiser on why you were laying on top of eddie or why your thighs were so sticky, you barely remembered last night but you assumed it had been good because eddie was smiley the entire day

"Was last night good? I dont remember"

"Oh absolutely you were so high, you'll get a higher tolerance as you get used to it we can do this again if you want" almost as if god was on his side you agreed

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perv!eddie who cant help but stare at your chest when the necklace you’re wearing slots between your breasts.

perv!eddie who tries his hardest to not let his eyes fall to your ass when you walk away from him.

perv!eddie who has rented almost every porn vhs in hopes of finding one that looks like you.

perv!eddie who cant wait for summer, just to see you in the tiniest skirts and shorts imaginable.

perv!eddie who hangs up a pair of your used panties above his bed as his own reminder of your sickly sweet smell

perv!eddie who keeps a picture of you sleeping naked in his wallet, to get him off in a pinch

perv!eddie who always fake bangs you when you bend over, no matter the kind of relationship you have.

perv!eddie who makes sure theres no seats at lunch so your always sat in his lap, feeling his member grow the more you move.

perv!eddie who always checks you to see if you have matching undergarments because he believes that clashing is a big no no

perv!eddie whos number one house rule is no pants, just so he can see that cute butt scurry around his trailer

perv!eddie who cant help but pinch your nipples when he sees that theyre hard under your shirt.

perv!eddie who only drives so recklessly to watch your tits bounce as he hits every pothole imaginable

perv!eddie who loves to tie your shoes, especially when he gets the up skirt view from the ground.

perv!eddie who can never quite focus when you whine his name and yell at him for not being nice to you.

perv!eddie who goes out of his way to get new porno mags, looking for girls who look like you, and eventually making his own book.

perv!eddie who stole your cheer uniform once when you showered at his place, just so you you run around searching for it in the tiny towel he gave you.

perv!eddie who only gives you the loosest tank tops he owns when you ask for a shirt, just to see some side boob, maybe even get a nip slip

perv!eddie who loves to cuddle, only because when he falls asleep, he can rut against you and hear your whiny sounds

perv!eddie who loves to lay between your legs, face first, and smell your after practice sweat for hours.

perv!eddie who always lays your feet in his lap, imagining lifting your foot to his face and kissing your toes.

perv!eddie who makes you bend over in your skirts and dresses to see if you’ll flash anyone.

perv!eddie who always goes shopping with you, to get the shortest and skimpiest thing possible

perv!eddie who intentionally takes you to lovers lake without bathing suits so you have to go in naked

perv!eddie who loves to make you go outside when it rains so he can see through your shirt

perv!eddie who never fails to kiss you goodnight when he drops you off at home, the heads to his van to pump out a quick one in the back seat

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Sweeter Than Cherry Pie

Eddie munson x Fem Reader (smut)

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warnings// name calling, older Eddie, dick piercing mentioned, oral ((male receiving)), Eddie is a perv, slight gagging, minors do not read thank you, if I missed any warnings just let me know! I thought of this in a few minutes so if there are errors I apologize in advance, not proofread, feedback is welcome!

“That’s it baby, keep those pretty eyes on me.” You bite your lip in anticipation as you kneel in front of your older neighbor. You’d waited for this moment for months, ever since you moved to the neighborhood you’d been enamored with Eddie, the thoughts that flashed through your mind about him were nothing short of pornographic. You squirm impatiently, opening your mouth to say something, anything but no words escape you as he laughs down at you. He grins down at you, as he reaches down to grab your hand. “So soft baby, it’s gonna feel real good wrapped around my cock.” You bite back a moan as he drags your hand across his thigh, guiding it to the straining bulge pressing uncomfortably against his zipper. “Tell me what you need, baby.” Your face is pinched between his pointer finger and thumb, causing your lips to push out uncomfortably, before he’s moving his ringed hand to grab at your hair instead. “Please, Mr. Munson, want your cock.” You whine out desperately, butterflies overtaking your stomach at how pathetic you sound. You’re at his mercy and it’s the most delicious feeling you’ve ever felt. The older man laughs at you, he thinks you’re adorable begging for his cock like you’ll die without it, he’d also watched you ever since you came into town. He felt like a perv from how he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, but at some point all the cares he had went out the window after you strutted over to his house, looking like sin. You’d come to bring him over a pie you’d made, striking up a conversation that quickly led to him inviting you inside. “Do you deserve it sweetheart? It’s not very neighborly of you to come over and beg for me to fuck you princess, in fact it’s pretty fucking pathetic. Are you pathetic baby?” He whispers out, leaning down as he pulls your head back hard, forcing you to make eye contact with his brown orbs. You try to nod, wincing at the harsh sting of Eddie’s fingers pulling your hair tight. “I-I’m pathetic for you sir, please.” Eddie grins, letting go of you before fumbling with his belt, watching as drool practically runs out of your mouth. He hooks his calloused fingers inside of his pants before pushing them down, his boxers following right along with them. Your eyes almost cross at the sight before you, his cock is hard and leaking, a piercing right at the tip, the sunlight from his bedroom window making it almost sparkle. He wraps a hand around himself, stroking it a few times in front of your face as you thank whatever being allowed you to have this. He wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you forward, before he’s slapping the head against your mouth a few times, silently telling you to open up. You obey immediately, opening your mouth as far as you can, your jaw aching. The strange sensation of his piercing rubbing against the top of your mouth is all you can think about but it’s quickly forgotten as he pushes himself completely down your throat, causing you to gag around him. “Oh fuck, baby, that little mouth is sweeter than the cherry pie you brought me.” Your eyes roll back at his words, an aching feeling working its way through your body and down to your core. You’d make Eddie all the pies in the world if it meant you’d be rewarded like this.

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Knee Socks // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

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Synopsis: Eddie has a thing for his best friend's thighs. She catches him jerking off and Eddie’s fantasy becomes reality. Part 2 to this blurb (though this can be read independently). 

WC: 2.7k

Category: Smut (18+).

Content: Eddie’s thigh kink, knee socks kink (?), kinda perv Eddie, kinda ditzy reader, masturbation (male receiving), fem receiving oral (face riding), nicknames. 

A/N: This is for my girls with thick thighs. I love you and you are gorgeous. Also, I have a tag list, but not everyone who liked the tag list post will be tagged here since many of the blogs do not have their ages in their bios--which is a requirement to be added to the tag list that many people ignored ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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Eddie’s never endured torture before but he is pretty sure that he has a good idea of what it would feel like. And he is currently experiencing it.

It’s a lazy Saturday evening and you and Eddie have spent the day together, which is the furthest thing from torture in his opinion. It’s the opposite of torture, actually; Eddie cherishes your company more than anything in the world. 

Right now though, you lay next to him on his bed—you, on your belly facing him, and Eddie, leaning against the headboard with his acoustic guitar in his lap—as you doodle in your notebook while humming one of his songs. And while that is nearly enough to send him into overdrive, you are also wearing a brand new skirt. The torture device itself.

Eddie knew he was in for the most torturous day when he answered his door and you were there in your black knee socks and that skirt, presenting it to him excitedly by giving him a twirl on his doorstep. He hadn’t missed the way your thighs jiggled with the movement. In fact, he fixated on it and forced himself to stifle a groan at the sight as you exclaimed, it even has pockets!

Previously, Eddie had thought that your red skirt and knee socks were the most deadly pairing, but this one–oh, God, this one. It’s a simple black skirt, nothing super fancy, but it is so—so—short that he’s sure that if you bent over, he’d get a pretty view of the curve of your ass and your soft cunt through your panties. The thought has his mouth watering instantly. 

He’s torn because he never wants you to leave, but he also really needs you to leave so he can take care of the growing bulge in his pants. Eddie is thankful he has his guitar covering his lap. 

Luckily, his dilemma is solved when you glance over at his alarm clock and say, “Oh! Shoot, I need to get home.” As you begin to shove your things into your bag. 

Relief floods over him, followed by a wave of guilt. He should not want his best friend to leave so he can jack off to the thought of her and the way her pretty, thick thighs look in her new skirt. 

Eddie’s about to climb off the bed after you get up, intending to walk you out even though his bedroom is no more than 20 short paces from the front door of the trailer. But he’s stopped by your hand on his arm applying gentle pressure to stop him from standing, the contact causing his face to burn hot and the skin under your hand to sizzle with electricity. 

“Don’t worry, Eddie, I can find my way to the door,” You tell him, not wanting him to have to walk you to his door. It’s not exactly far. 

“Oh, alright,” Eddie agrees without protest. He wouldn’t have to awkwardly hide his hardness from you after all. 

“See you tomorrow! Bye, Eddie,” You say with a dazzling smile as you open his bedroom door, giving him a little wave just before you exit his room and shut the door. 

“Bye,” Eddie says just as his door clicks shut. 

Sitting very still for about 15 seconds, he waits for the resolute slam of the trailer door before he hurriedly stands from his bed to place his acoustic guitar on its stand, and shoves his jeans down his legs, nearly tripping on his way back to his bed. 

Another wave of guilt crashes over him for a moment before fizzling out as he settles back on the bed and squeezes himself at the base of his cock. He’s already leaking pre-cum, his boxers likely stained from the sticky substance. 

“Fuck,” Eddie groans, flicking his wrist on his first stroke and running his thumb over the bright red tip. Pressing the tip of his thumb meanly into his leaking hole, Eddie moans loudly, unabashed in the empty trailer. 

The guilty part of him encourages him to get on with it, to stop teasing himself so the shameful act of thinking of you while he touches himself can be over with as soon as possible. So he does, quickly spitting thickly into his hand before wrapping it back around his thick length. Because he’s painfully hard, and desperate, and can’t fight off the image of your plush thighs as his fist flies over the length of his flushed cock.

Just as he’s getting into a fast, pleasurable rhythm, the worst–best?–thing happens. And it happens so quickly that he doesn’t have the time to stop, or throw a sheet over himself, or do anything that would make this moment less awkward. 

His bedroom door whips open.

“Sorry, Teddy, I forgot my-”

But Eddie doesn’t get to find out what you’d left behind. Because you freeze in his doorway. You, and your knee socks, and your teeny tiny skirt, and your mouth-watering thighs freeze at the cusp of his bedroom while he’s half naked in his bed as he pumps his cock to the thought of you. It throbs in his hand at the sight of you in all your gorgeous glory, stunned into silence—except for the tiny half-gasp, half-squeak that leaves you. 

This moment would be a whole lot more awkward and embarrassing if you’d done what he’d expected you to do the moment that door had opened. But you do none of what he thought you might. You hadn’t screamed in horror and covered your eyes or slammed his door shut and left immediately, leaving behind whatever it was you had left here. No, instead, you stand there, unable to take your eyes off his pretty, thick cock. Unable to remove your gaze from the pearly pre-cum dripping from his tip and the way his large hand moves over his length. Instead, you visibly swallow and rub your thighs together as if you’re trying to provide some relief for yourself. As if the sight of Eddie on his bed touching himself is enough to make you wet, to make your cunt ache with desire. 

So, all of this considered, Eddie takes a chance. 

Eddie takes a chance when he begins to lazily stroke his cock again in a much slower rhythm, teasing you. Your eyes widen to the size of saucers at the movement. 

Eddie takes a chance when he says, “C’mere, sweetheart.” As his back arches just slightly off the bed when he tightens his fist around his girth on an upstroke. 

For the first time since you’d caught him, your gaze shifts from his cock to his face–which is probably tinged a pretty pink right about now, shades lighter than his tip. 

“W-what?” You stutter, delicate hand still poised on the door knob. 

“I said: come here, sweetheart,” Eddie repeats slowly and more commanding this time. 

It takes a moment, but eventually you scramble toward him while he continues the most torturous pace of his fist over his cock. 

Eddie had thought that earlier–when he was forced to watch you prance around his bedroom in that skirt and those knee socks–had been torture. But now, here you are, crawling onto his bed, and his palms are itching to reach out and touch you. 

Once you’re settled on your knees next to him–your skirt now bunched up high on your thighs from the way you’re kneeling–, you reach out to replace his hand with your own, but Eddie has different plans. 

“Nuh-uh-uh,” he hums, clicking his tongue in disapproval, halting your movements. 

Your gaze finds his eyes as your lips melt into a delicate pout. You, disappointed at the fact that he told you not to touch his cock. 

“But-please?” You beg, voice watery, and Eddie thinks he could cum just from your simple pleading to touch him. 

A slow, pleased smile spreads across his face before he clarifies, “I’ve been dreaming of something else, sweetheart...” His gaze falling to your legs and his free hand creeping up your thigh–causing goosebumps to rise in their wake–where he toys with the edge of your skirt. “And I’m just dying to have a taste.” 

“Oh,” You reply dumbly, breathlessly. “Yes, please.” 

Eddie’s brows knit together, pained by your sweetness. “God, you’re just the sweetest thing, aren’t you, angel?” He says, stroking your thigh gently with his thumb.

Your head ducks bashfully at the new nickname and his remark and it’s all making his cock somehow harder and his belly stickier with pre-cum. His hand slows to a stop on his cock, sure that if he kept it up, he’d be cumming any second now. 

“Alright, angel, get up here,” Eddie instructs, tapping his chest. “Want these pretty thighs around my head,” He says with a mean squeeze to the dough of your thigh. 

He expects you to reach underneath your skirt to tug off your panties before you climb over him, but instead you move to straddle his chest immediately. Since your skirt is so short, it simply bunches around your hips with the new position. And he finds the most wonderful sight once you’re hovering over his face: your naked cunt, already slick and glistening. Saliva fills his mouth at the view and he groans. You’d been in his home all day, wearing that tiny skirt without any panties, knowing full well that he’d get an eyeful if you so much as bent over. 

“Naughty girl,” Eddie growls as he brings both his arms around your thighs before turning his head to place a gentle kiss to the plushness of your left thigh. It’s just as soft beneath his lips as he thought it would be. 

With his hands now gripping the outsides of your thighs, Eddie finds they are soft and sweet, so pillowy they feel like clouds beneath his fingertips. Digging his fingers into the flesh roughly, greedily, Eddie begins sucking a harsh bruise into your thigh, causing you to whimper pathetically above him. 

If a heaven existed, this would be it. 

Though he’s dreamt of marking you up, of scattering bruises across your pretty thighs and admiring his work, it would take some time to do it just the way he wants. And right now, his craving for a taste of your soaked cunt—which hovers teasingly above him like a feast after months of not eating—is so overwhelming Eddie simply cannot wait any longer to devour you. He’ll take his time with you another day, but right now all he knows is that he might die if he goes another second without his mouth on your puffy cunt. 

So, Eddie tightens his grip around your thighs and pulls you forcefully down onto his tongue, causing you to gasp in shock at the swift action. 

Eddie’s groan of pleasure rivals your moan as his tongue rolls teasingly over your pudgy clit for the first time. Then, he flattens his tongue and licks a thick strip from your slick-leaking hole all the way up your cunt, getting a proper taste of you. You’re a slice of heaven. 

“Oh! E-Eddie!” You cry, and this only causes his hips to thrust into the air in search of friction, of relief. But he’ll neglect his cock forever in favour of your taste on his tongue. 

The crush of curls on your mound glistens with your slick now as Eddie begins to devour you messily, shaking his head back and forth in a fast motion, an action that represents his carnal hunger for you. When you roll your hips hungrily over his tongue, his cock throbs on his belly where it lays, steadily leaking pre-cum. 

“There you go, angel. Use my tongue,” Eddie encourages after pulling away for a moment. The seconds it takes him to say that to you when he doesn’t have his mouth on you are torturous. 

Once he gets his tongue back on you, the point of it seeks out that little magic button that has you rolling your hips more aggressively over his face. You’re a messy, moaning angel above him as he tongues at your clit. 

Eddie thinks this is the happiest he has ever been; the prettiest girl in the world sitting on his faceher thighs pressing against his ears so tightly her moans are muffled slightly and her cunt on his tongue so wet he can hardly fathom it. 

“Mmh, p-please!” You beg, though he’s not sure for what. But he realizes he doesn’t care because you are so vocal and listening to you moan and beg above him is his new favourite song. 

Again, Eddie flattens his tongue over your messy cunt, but this time pushes his tongue into your weeping hole, and begins to thrust it in and out as he brings one of his hands up and around to toy with your clit with his thumb. This combination seems to be your favourite as you moan wantonly above him, hands flying down from where they were previously gripping the headboard to crush into the curls atop his head. 

“Oh, God,” You moan, shivering above him, totally blissed out as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your eyelids slide closed, and your head tips back. The delicious slide of his tongue in and out of you combined with his thumb rubbing meanly into your clit is just too much. 

Eddie can feel your slick dripping down his cheeks and chin, but he doesn’t mind in the least. In fact, he basks in the sticky mess of it all. Sex is not worth it if it doesn't get messy. 

Your hips roll over his tongue again and your hands in his hair pull harshly, causing Eddie to moan at the prickling sensation, cock twitching at the mixture of the pleasure and pain of the action. 

“Fuck! G-gonna cum, Eddie! Please, please can I cum?” You plead weakly from above, eyes finding his, which have remained open this whole time, not wanting to miss a single second of this glorious moment. 

Unwilling to pull away from you in order to answer, Eddie simply mumbles something that sounds almost like yes against your cunt. You seem to understand though because Eddie can feel you clench around his tongue, all the while his thumb continues to rub tight circles into your clit. Your eyes screw shut as you ride out your orgasm, squeaking out the cutest moan when your mouth falls into a pretty O shape, and you thank him over and over again. Soon, your hips halt their movements and you pull in heaving breaths. 

Whimpering as you gently push his hand away from your sensitive clit, you collapse forward against the headboard behind him. You could stay like this for as long as you needed—forever if you wanted to—and Eddie would forever be happy right here between your thighs with your cum smeared across his chin and cheeks and your taste heavy on his tongue. 

Unfortunately, that is not a realistic fantasy, and eventually Eddie is helping you off of his face and you’re collapsing next to him, breathing heavily even still. 

Rolling over onto his side to look at you, he smiles at the sweat dotting your forehead, and brings a hand up to your face, tenderly stroking your warm cheek with the back of his clean index finger. You nuzzle into the touch and smile lazily up at the ceiling.

Eddie doesn’t have to ask to know the answer to his question, but he wants to hear it from you anyway. Wants to confirm that his dreams have just come to fruition and you are actually laying here, clothes rumpled and your wetness staining his sheets. 

“How was that?” 

Your head lolls to the side and you gaze up at him incredulously. His face is shiny, covered in your wetness. It causes a new warmth to bloom in your chest. 

Despite the fact that you thought it was obvious just how much you’d enjoyed it, you sigh dreamily: “Wonderful.” 

And Eddie can’t wait to make you feel wonderful again and again and again, to make you cum so hard you not only see stars, but entire galaxies. 

♡*♡*♡

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[petersbaby]

Share Her - Eddie Munson x sweet/dumb!reader x stepbro!steve

Warnings: reader is naïve, stepcest, Steve and Eddie are both perverts, fingering, use of sir, cum talk, smut

A/N: I need to update my masterlist, it’s pretty far behind. But bleh, not tonight. Whenever I get back on my computer

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“Here you go.” You say, handing a cold can of beer to both boys who requested them. They weren’t doing much of anything besides watching TV in the basement, but you didn’t mind having to go all the way to the kitchen for them, you loved Steve and his friend was nice to you, so of course you’ll do something if they ask you to.

Steve frowns.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“This isn’t what I wanted. There are 2 different kinds in the fridge in there, bring me the other one. It’ll have a different label.”

You head back up the stairs, leaving your step brother and his best friend to themselves for a moment which they take advantage of.

“There’s no fucking way you’re not hitting that. Jesus Christ, I couldn’t live with her. I’d be hard 24 fucking 7.”

“I mean, yeah, eds i am but that’s not something we should say out loud.”

“YOU ARE?”

“Shut up, dude. Why do you care, you wanna piece of her?”

“Fuck yes. I’ve never wanted anything more.”

“Alright. I’ve got her wrapped around my finger, I’ll make sure you get some. Not without me, though, because she’s attached to me.”

“Fuck it, whatever makes her comfortable. Those goddamn shorts.”

“Yeah, I know. Sometimes I’m convinced she knows what she’s doing. LOVES attention.”

Their voices fell silent when you come back down. Steve pats the seat next to him, and you sit. They take the new beers and crack them open, sipping (rather loudly, you think) them.

You sit down beside Steve.

“Baby, come here.” Steve says, opening his arms. He exchanges looks with Eddie who sits on the other side of the couch.

“Okay.”

You climb on top of him, into his lap, settling down.

He pulls your face closer to his and kisses you deeply. You indulge for a moment, but pull away. You nod towards Eddie and give Steve an expression like ‘we’re not alone’.’

“It’s okay, Eddie over here doesn’t mind. Do ya, eds?”

“N- no, not at all.”

“Take your shirt off, okay?” Steve asks.

You nod, pulling in off of your body. Eddie takes in your mostly bare form.

“Bra too.”

You reach behind your back to unclasp it and let it fall off your shoulders.

“Jesus Christ.” You hear from a short distance away. Eddie was painfully hard from seeing your bare chest and torso, trying to inconspicuously rub himself through his jeans. He sits and watches as you and Steve kiss, the way you straddle his thigh and start to hump it.

“You wanna do something for me?” Steve asks you quietly. You nod. Of course you do.

“Go give some love to my friend over here, okay? He thinks you’re beautiful.”

You smile. “Oh, okay.” And crawl over to Eddie.

“Kiss?” You ask, head tilted, wanting to hear he wanted it from his own mouth.

“Mhm.” He hums, and you lean in. He was shocked at how intense you were, no softness to your kiss, depraved.

Steve chuckles. “There ya go, baby.”

You soon had your tongue deep in his mouth, trying to work with his. Eddie grabs your hips, snaking them around back so he could take two handfuls of your ass.

“Mmh,” you whimpered when he pushed you down against his erection.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks into the kiss.

“Yes….” You trail off, pausing, looking around and then at steve. He reads your mind easily.

“Oh, she wants to know what to call you. ‘Daddy’, ‘sir’, that type of thing.” Steve offers.

You turn back to Eddie and look at him, waiting.

“Jesus Christ. You are so good, aren’t you? How about you pick?” Eddie asks.

“Sir.” You whisper.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles, almost wickedly.

You reach down to start fussing with his belt buckle, struggling. He gently swats your hands away and undoes it himself. You get off of him momentarily so he can push his jeans and boxers down his legs, and you take off your pajama shorts. In the meantime, you look over.

“Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Come closer. Please.”

“Alright, princess.”

He scoots over to sit right next to Eddie after you crawl back into his lap.

Eddie reaches between your legs in search of a damp spot on your panties which he found quickly.

“Holy shit.” He comments, immediately pushing them to the side and slipping a finger into you.

“Right? Like a goddamn water park.” Steve comments back.

He lays back at watches his friend’s finger disappear inside your soaked pussy over and over. You start to slightly move up and down, trying to get more from the measly finger but failing.

Eddie notices, and gives you a second one, curling it deep inside you. Your mouth falls open, lips parted. You look at Steve as your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, wanting him to still pay attention to you.

“Kiss, stevie?” You ask between sighs and small moans coming from the way Eddie’s working you with his fingers. Steve leans in and you press your lips against his, kissing him sweetly and putting a hand on the side of his face. Despite the lewd situation, it was a soft little kiss. Just one as if to say ‘I love you’ without words.

“Ah, feels so good,” you pant.

“Good. That’s all Eddie here wants, to make you feel good.”

“Really?” You ask, turning to Eddie, who’s staring at your tits. Steve punches him in the shoulder.

“What? Oh, yeah, really. You think you can take my cock?”

“Yes sir.”

You get up to slip your panties off quickly, returning to your spot. You put one hand on Steve’s shoulder just to know he’s there, and one on Eddie’s chest, and you sink down onto his cock. It’s big, and it hurts enough to make you gasp, but not enough to stop. You feel the stretch and you know he feels it too.

“Ahhhh, shit. Oh, holy shit, baby.”

“Am I good?”

“So good. The best. This little pussy feels like it was made for me, fits like a glove.”

You start to move a little, getting used to the full feeling, and build up momentum slowly. You ball up a fistful of Steve’s t shirt in your hand and hold it as you start riding Eddie.

Now bouncing up and down, you mewl and cry, whining about how big it is. This only makes it more unbearable for him, desperately wanting to cum right that second. He continues to watch your tits bounce up and down, as did Steve. He looked so proud.

Eventually, you started to slow, growing tired. Eddie takes over, fucking up into you while you just hover. He hits your special spot over and over again, leaving you so overwhelmed you were almost crying real tears. That’s only intensified when he brings his thumb down to rub quick circles on your clit while he fucks you, and it only takes a minute.

“Oh, Eddie, I need to- please, sir.” You cry.

Eddie doesn’t immediately respond.

“She wants permission, eds. Won’t cum without it.” Steve reminds him.

“Yes, yes baby you can cum. Come on.”

“Oh, hold my hand, stevie.”

Your hand finds his and you lock your fingers together. When you tumble over the edge, you squeeze Steve’s hand tight.

“There you go, good girl.” He coos, comforting you through it.

“God- it got even tighter. Can’t fuckin’- ahh.”

Eddie pulls out of you very suddenly, giving his cock a couple of quick strokes before cumming all over your lower stomach and his hand. It kept on coming, he had so much built up just for you.

You marveled at the way it felt so warm and wet on your skin and the way it made his hand so sticky and shiny. You let go of Steve’s hand, and he gets up to go to another room. He re-emerges quickly with a towel, tossing it to Eddie who cleans you off first.

When you’re dry, you get out of his lap, and jump back into your little shorts and throw your shirt back on, cuddling into Steve who had sat back down in his original place on the other side of the couch. He pets your hair while you catch your breath, reassuring and praising you.

“You did so good for my friend, princess. That was very nice of you. Sharing for me.”

“Thank you.” You snuggle into his chest.

On the opposite side, Eddie was struggling. It had gotten in more places than just his fist, his legs too.

“Uhh, shit. Can I take a shower, dude? I think that’d be easier.”

“Yeah, you know where it is.” Steve nods.

“You sleepy?” He asks you, once you’re alone again.

“Mm. A little.”

“Let’s get you to bed then, and you can rest.”

You look up at him, sad. You didn’t want to be detached from his side but you also knew he was hanging out with someone already. He notices you thinking and pouting.

“You wanna know a secret?” He whispers, picking you up.

“Of course I do, stevie.” You answer softly.

“I’ll see you again. I might have to sneak off to your bedroom once Eddie falls asleep, might need you to take care of me.”

“Ooh. Okay. I’ll wait for you.”

“No no, just go to sleep. It’ll be late, you’ll wake up when you hear me come in. And I’ll just slip right into your bed with you.”

“Okay.” You nod. He eventually gets you all the way upstairs to your room even though you could walk just fine, setting you down and pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. You smile and blush, watching him as he walks away, flipping the light off before closing your door.

[mamibaddie]

18+ only!! Contains smut. Minors DNI or you will be blocked.

Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie installing a mirror right in front of his bed. You’re a bit curious as to why do you ask. He says he wants to be able to see you from all angles while he fucks you. And that’s exactly what he does. You’re straddling his lap, riding him. He’s sat on his bed, meeting you half way. He’s sucking and tugging on your nipples. After that he moves his head to look over your shoulder. He places his feet on the ground for better leverage. He starts pounding into you. He smacks your ass and grabs both sides, spreading you wide open so he can see everything. He loves the view he gets of his heavy balls hitting your tight hole over and over. Eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head.

Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie making you a spooky basket. It has everything. From cute Halloween socks, to baking kits, to some good scary movies. At the bottom you feel something big. You pull it out and furrow your eyebrows in confusion before you ask him why he added a Ghostface mask at the bottom of your spooky basket. “I wanted it to be a surprise.” He moves closer to you and moves the hair away from your ear. “I’ve seen the look in your eye whenever Ghostface comes on screen. What do ya say? Wanna make our own scary movie?”

Working out with Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie and he’s so distracted by your body. He loves the way you look in your gym attire. Especially those certain pairs of shorts that makes your ass look good. He walks up to you, touching your shoulder all the way down to your lower back. He whispers in your ear, “I think it’s time for us to go.” As he leans his hips towards your ass, you feel his hard-on. “We can continue working on our cardio at home.”

Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie taking you on a late night picnic at Lover’s Lake only for you two to go skinny dipping. Since no one is out there at the time of night you two go, you also decide to fuck in the water.

Going back to spooky season with Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie. It’s kinda been a fantasy of his to fuck in an old abandoned house. There’s one on the outskirts of Hawkins that used to belong to a farmer. He brings everything. Candles, lube, toys, and some blankets. He wants to try to be romantic but he’s been dreaming about this for so long that he can barely wait.

Perv!Boyfriend!Eddie with a corruption kink. Eddie was the first guy you lost your virginity to. Of course, you fooled around with others but that wasn’t anything serious. Once he found out you’re pure, he was shocked but all his dirty thoughts went straight to his dick. He did everything you could possibly think of to make sure you were wet enough and loose enough. He ate you out while fingering you, spat on your clit, and made you cum three times before he put the tip in. First he’d fuck you slow and passionate before your warmth and wetness called to him like a siren. He got so caught up in the feel of you that he started going rough and fast. But you loved it. “W-why is this considered b-bad?” You whined while letting out a whimper. Eddie turned from the inside of your neck and looked at you. “What do you mean babydoll?” “This. Sex. Why is it considered bad before marriage?” He moaned. He shouldn’t be so turned on by this but he felt his dick get impossibly hard by that question. “Why is this a sin if it feels so g-good?”

[rainylana]

Perv Eddie Headcanons

Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: lots and lots of mentions of smut. perv head canons include oral, doggy style sex, spanking, panty stealing, fingering and cream pies.

requested by @hoetels101 hope you enjoy, honey!

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• mans is the biggest pervert i don’t care what anyone says.

• alright, to start off, he steals your underwear. it’s actually a game he plays and he keeps score of how many pairs he can steal until you start to notice. when he’s home alone and missing your touch, he wraps your panties around his cock and jerks off to the thought of you, soiling your panties with his cum. when he returns them, he doesn’t bother to wash them💀

• disgusting sex. it’s mind blowing, obviously, but disgusting. lots of spitting. loves to spit in your mouth when you’re making out.

• LOVES to cum on your face. when you go down on him, before he can finish down your throat, he always pulls out and paints your face. he’ll lick it off too with a big swipe of his tongue, then stick it in your mouth to make you taste him.

• he also will just randomly, playfully lick you. he’ll be giving you bunches of kisses on your face, making you laugh, then just lick your cheek to make you squirm and hear you’re ugly laugh.

• sticks his nose in you when he eats you out…

• he’s not a controlling boyfriend whatsoever, but he MAKES you wear a sundress to the movies every time you go. bro almost cried once when you didn’t💀 the reason why, is very obvious, if you haven’t caught on yet. you had the most mind blowing orgasm on his fingers once during the premiere of the goonies.

• so many cream pies.

• slaps your ass every time he passes by you. it don’t matter if you’re in the comfort of your own home or in public. if your ass is in his eye line, it’s getting a slap. if he can tell you’re not wearing underwear, he’ll give you a hard squeeze that makes your knees buck.

• his favorite position is doggy style. he loves gripping your thick thighs and pulling you back on his cock with as much force as he can muster. absolutely loves the squelching sounds that come from your dripping cunt.

• leaves porn out purposefully just to see your reaction.

• passes you dirty notes in class.

“i need you so bad, baby. wanna meet me in the supply closet upstairs?”

“eddie, we have midterms next period.”

“and?”

• in the cafeteria line, he stands behind you and presses his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent and growing hard against your backside. he don’t give a shit who sees.

• he convinced you once to do it on principle higgins desk…

[manicformunson]

Hey bestie do you think you can write something about the reader just having a shit day and when she gets home wants nothing more than to be close to Eddie and cuddle- but she still feels like it’s not close enough so she asks Eddie to cockhold and while they do it this man is trying his hardest not to get turned on👀

it had become a routine if you were having a bad day, come home pouting and immediately plop down with eddie. some nights you just needed to be as close to eddie as humanly possible.

tonight was one of those nights.

you had a tough day at work and had been looking forward to just sinking down on the couch in eddie's trailer in his arms. it was what had gotten you through the day to be honest.

as soon as you entered the trailer you tossed your bag somewhere near the counter and kicked off your shoes, settling beside eddie who had his nose in a book.

his arm immediately wrapped around you in a small hug before you felt his lips on your head.

"hey sweetheart, bad day?"

you only huffed in response which earned a chuckle from him. you're body still felt cold in his warm touch.

you decided you needed more. so you maneuvered your way until you were straddling him, your chin on his shoulder and arms around his torso.

eddie snorted at you, hugging you back with his book behind you so he could continue reading as you snuggled.

frustrated, you still decided you needed more.

an idea popped in your head, something that could definitely fill your needs.

"mm eddie?"

your sweet voice rang through his ears so soft, he hummed back at you, his eyes not moving from his page.

"can i sit on you?" you asked, saying it out loud made you a little flustered.

"you're sittin' on me already." eddie giggled. he knew what you were trying to say, he just liked seeing you get all nervous.

he bounced his knee a little so you'd look back up at him; you silently pleaded, poking your bottom lip out in hopes that it'll have an affect and it did.

"fine, go ahead honey."

eddie watched you happily get off his lap and lean down to undo his pants. he would be lying if he said everytime you asked to do this he didn't enjoy it also.

not only the intimacy of it, but the fact that you are so needy for him -- it warms his heart.

and his dick.

you hummed softly once you had taken him out and quickly got back in his lap to sink down on him. "shit baby." eddie choked out as you took all of him, not stopping until he was completely inside you.

you laid your pretty little head back down on his shoulder and he tried to find the line he left off on but his brain was sputtering out the longer he was inside you.

eddie was a horny bastard yes, but he also knew sometimes you just needed him and not in a sexual way but goddamn was it hard when your pussy welcomed him so good.

you shifted slightly, making eddie groan in your ear softly and grip at your waist with one hand.

"can't do that again sweetheart, okay?"

you only giggled and then eddie thought maybe that was your plan all along.

[h4rringt0nswife]

What happens in the dark..

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.・゜゜・　

Pairing: Eddie Munson x afab reader

Summary: What happens when Eddie the freak Munson becomes friends with the ditsy innocent girl? What happens when he catches this so called saint of a woman, on her bed, with his name rolling sinfully off her tongue?

Warnings: perv!Eddie Munson, fem!reader, Established Friendship, Innocent!reader, secret feelings, Swearing, Voyeurism, brief mentions of weed, Bimbo reader, reader is 18, probably word errors.

Word Count: 1.2k words

A/N: This will be very brief. But anyways enjoy the inside of my mind :D

Maybe it was the way you smiled at him. Bright eyed and sparkly lips- that made him love you. The way you'd stutter every few words when you'd speak too quickly. Or was it was the way your little touches would set his heart aflame?

Maybe it was the way your hips would sway when you walked, your small skirt riding up to expose more of your thigh with each step. The way you would press up against him innocently while intertwined together in your silk white sheets that made him want you more than just friends.

Eddie was prepared to give you any and everything. You were his perfect girl. Beautiful, sweet, and innocent. You were his own personal flower, he's willing to crush you into sheets of a book and take you everywhere with him. But he was afraid you'd crumble in the pages.

And that's what made it all so exciting for him, tip-toeing around you, knowing that in a second he could ruin you. It made his jeans tighten just thinking about it.

But nothing. And I mean nothing could have prepared him to see you like this. Sprawled out over your bed. Shallow breaths, and small sighs. Your sheer bed curtain, that he'd always loved, draped over your tousled sheets making the scene before him all too pure.

Was this a dream?

-

That night started off normally.

He had been thinking about you the whole day at school, considering that you hadn't shown up. That morning in Ms. Odonald's class he glanced over at your regular seat to see that you were missing. That was out of the norm for you; your perfect attendance being there to back him.

She must be sick or something.

He'd convinced himself to shake the unnerving feeling he'd had. He put it in his mind that he'd pop by your house to check in on you, and bring some weed to make you feel better. Since that's what always made him feel better.

Driving down your street in his rattling van he'd noticed that your parents' car wasn't in its usual parking spot. He found that odd, due to the fact that your parents are real home-bodies. But he decided to think nothing of it.

Pulling the keys out of the ignition he made his way over to your window with a single pink camellia flower that he'd picked up prior to his ride there, with an ounce of weed stuffed in his back pocket along with his black bandanna.

He made his way over to your window to find that it was locked. Now this was very unusual for you to do. You had always kept the window unlocked for him because of his frequent unannounced visits. And not only was your window locked, you had also closed your curtains. Nothing was visible inside the room except the orangey glow from your small lamp on your nightstand, he knew your bedroom setup by heart.

No big deal.

He'd just go through the front door. The spare key had always been placed above your door-frame and to his avail, he'd been correct. He pushed the door open and looked around for any trace of your parents. Nothing, except for the open wine bottle on the island in the kitchen. All lights were off except for the dim glow emitting from a crack in your bedroom door.

He slowly crept to your room and decided to be quiet just in case you were sleeping and if you were he didn't want to disturb you. Just as he was two centimeters away from your door he heard hushed sounds. Almost inaudible. And heavy labored breathing.

He stopped in his tracks.

Peering through the small crack, he found you on your bed. Your body was faced away from his vision. But the full sized mirror propped up against your closet door showed everything.

Your fingers plunged in and out of your dripping womb while the other hand worked at your swollen clit. Your chest heaved as you gasped for air making your breasts jiggle from this movement.

This was all so obscene. You were exploring obscure places of your body and he was there...watching. He willed himself to look away, look at anything else. But his eyes stayed fixated on your hands. The way they moved simultaneously on your body.

This was disgusting for him to be there. But his heart and dick ached while he took in your sight for his sore eyes. He was happy it was him to be there watching and not some random wandering weirdo.

He screwed his eyes shut to force himself to look away. His mind screamed at him to leave but his legs didn't move. He felt like a dirty creep.

"Eddie..."

His eyes jolted open at the sound of his name.

His cock swelled as he suppressed a moan with his hand. His knees were jello. Barely able to stand on his own, he lowered his other hand to his crotch. Eddie's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he palmed himself.

Eddie imagined it was you, your small hand palming his clothed manhood. Your pink nails grazing it every so often.

“Oh, Eddie…feel ‘s good.”

Your inconsistent breathy moans sent the boy into frenzy. His jaw went slack as he prayed to god you wouldn’t look into the mirror in front of you. He could be caught any second, and yet he stayed. Like a pervert.

He'd gotten too sucked into the moment, gotten too comfortable. He had stepped back onto one of the creaky wooden boards. He quickly hurried towards the entrance door. Cock throbbing with each step.

"Hello?"

Your faint voice was shaky, and he almost felt bad. But at that moment he just had to get out. Anything to avoid being caught.

As he scurried to his car he had prayed to a god he didn't even think existed. He just prayed he had not been caught, and that nothing would change after this unplanned rendezvous.

-

You hurriedly pulled on your small pink robe and peeked out of your cracked door. Your heart thudded against your chest.

Had you been caught? Was someone in the house?

You checked all the locks before you started just in case your parents decided to cancel their little trip, as they usually did. You tip toed around your living room and kitchen to find nothing.

"Binx?" You called out for your small kitten but there she was. Asleep in her small princess bed. You sighed to yourself and began making your way back to your bedroom.

Your step came to a halt. Beside your bedroom door was a black cloth-like material. You squinted your eyes and the familiar fabric. You'd seen this before, obviously it didn't belong to you because it wasn't in your...taste. But you knew this cloth.

Picking the black bandanna up, you knew who this belonged to. You smelled his scent on it. Your heart raced as you realized,

Eddie had been here.

[sarahthebanished]

prompt: eddie has a foot fetish and he’s embarrassed to tell you

Eddie knew this was…probably not the best idea. But like everything else in his life, his impulsive desires out weighed his common sense.

You’d fallen asleep quickly, barely 20 minutes into the b-rated horror movie he had rented from Family Video. He didn’t mind though, watching you sleep. The night was hot and the old window unit in his bedroom didn’t do much to combat it. Laying there in a tank top and panties, no blanket to cover your skin.

And there was plenty of it. Skin. His eyes traced the curve of your neck, down, taking in every freckle and tan line, every hill and valley. When his eyes came to the end, to your feet, that’s when things took a turn.

Eddie hadn’t been bold enough yet to admit to you that he had a thing for feet. Afraid of what you’d think, he suppressed the kink as much as he could. But in the glow of the light from the tv, your two small feet just looked so tempting. Eddie got hard just staring at them.

Carefully. Quietly. Gently. Eddie got up from the bed and went to stand at the end, looking down at your delicate feet. Toenails painted a deep purple. Each toe was perfect. He wanted to bend down and suck them. He wanted to run his tongue in between each one. He wanted to take his dick out and slap it on the soles, rubbing it on the sensitive skin. He wanted you to use your feet to fuck him.

The fantasies went wild in his mind, and he reached into his boxers and began to tug on himself, needy for some release. He imagined himself kissing your ankles, working his way down to each toe. He imagined himself wrapping his lips around all 5 of your toes at once, practically gagging himself on them. He shivered as he worked himself.

He imagined a foot on either side of his cock, you holding them firmly together as he pistoned himself in and out of the crevice created by your arches. He imagined you touching yourself while he did it.

In just moments, Eddie’s entire body trembled and he choked on his own moan, spilling out his hot cum onto your toes. Quickly, begging to whatever was listening that you wouldn’t wake up, Eddie grabbed his Polaroid off his dresser and knelt down to take a quick picture of the mess he had made before grabbing a shirt off the floor and delicately cleaning you up so he wouldn’t wake you.

One day, he’d tell you. Until then, he’d hide this photo under the edge of his mattress and use it to get himself off on the nights you weren’t there.

Authors Note: I do not give permission for my work to be copied and reposted on any platform, even with credit. If you’d like to share please reblog and/or use the original link.

[thekittytat]

The Green Room

Part II: Heavy Metal

Eddie x Punk Female OC

Part I: The Banshee Part III: Submission

Summary: It’s 1983 and Eddie is a local metal god who has captured the attention of a sexy punk drifter. His charisma and theatrical personality are put to the test when he’s in her presence, but all she wants is that dramatic rock star character to carry over into more intimate situations. Who can resist his charm?

Warnings: Smut 18+ Both characters are over 18. Marijuana/cigarette smoking, mentions of unspecified drugs, language, perv!Eddie and his pervy, vivid imagination, alcohol, heavy flirting, Eddie is a tease, fingering, pet names, some fluff, soft dom Eddie, masturbation (male), edging, porn with plot.

There WILL be a part III and it’s almost finished already, it was gonna be part of this but was getting really long so I broke it up.

Song inspiration: Heavy Metal by Sammy Hagar

“Tight pants and lipstick

She’s riding on razor’s edge

She holds her own against the boys

Yeah, cuts through the crowd just like a wedge.”

WiP playlist and looking for suggestions on spicy 70s-80s rock/metal songs

Word Count: 3.8k

A slender hand reached across the small bathroom in the back of the music venue to grip a half-smoked blunt from the hand offering. Viv was perched on the counter of the single sink that sat facing the toilet, on the back of which sat Eddie, his heavy boots planted on the lid of the seat. Her own boot was wedged on the corner of the window sill while she had the other tucked underneath herself, giving her a relaxed slouch. Eddie had pounded on the painted shut window to unstick it from the frame so that they could air out the bathroom. He took the blunt back from her and watched from his peripheral as she studied his lips contorting around the shrinking paper, her eyes beginning to glaze over in a satisfied high. She grinned to herself, her eyes half closed as she observed the way he considerately turned his head away from her and blew his smoke from the side of his mouth towards the open window.

“What’s got you so amused, sweetheart?” Eddie chuckled at her, his eyelids also drooping lower by the minute. Viv’s gaze slowly lifted to meet his, a mischevious smile forming on her well rounded lips as he fixed her with an unwavering stare of desire. She hesitated, blinking at him for a moment before speaking.

“Man, it was there a second ago, but shit,” she simpered. “Now I don’t fuckin’ remember.”

He stalled as he looked at her before a wide grin defined the creases around his eyes and mouth and he burst into laughter. Viv joined him and their combined chortle echoed through the small bathroom, breaking briefly when Eddie began choking on his smoke. He laughed through his coughing fit, only adding to the merriment and intensifying her howls of laughter.

“Told you this was good shit,” he finally managed to say, putting the roach out on the window sill before stuffing it in his jacket pocket to hide the evidence. He rummaged around to retrieve his pack of cigarettes and pulled one out with his teeth before offering them to Viv. “So where’d you come from, anyway?”

“Just left juvie after I turned eighteen. Decided to split instead of going back to my folks’,” she answered as she pulled a cigarette out of the pack.

“Oh, shit. Juvie, huh?” Eddie’s eyes widened with his cigarette hanging from his lips. “What’d you do?”

Viv smirked as she leaned forward for him to light her cigarette. She fell back against the mirror, blowing her smoke towards the open window.

“Y’know, just…got busted for a bunch of other shit after I was arrested for one thing. Some thin-lipped prick was spouting some racist shit so I broke his nose, then they found the drugs in the stolen car,” she shrugged.

“One crime at a time is what I always say,” Eddie laughed, flicking his ash out the window. She chuckled for a moment before growing quiet, eyes locking in a daze on Eddie’s hands. He continued to gaze at her vacant expression, unsure how long they had been sitting there. He was mesmerized by the captivating beauty of her sharp features: her narrow face, her defined cheekbones and her striking chin. Her lips glistened as she curled one corner of her mouth into a half smile.

“Let’s just say I’ve never been one for planning ahead,” Viv said to her knees. Eddie studied her as he held his cigarette between his fingers in front of his lips.

“Well…do you have a plan for tonight?” he asked. She looked up at him with narrowed eyes, grinning suspiciously.

“You know, you really were something up there,” she spoke after a moment, avoiding his question. “It’s not everyday you get to see a show like that outside the big cities.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, man. Your energy and passion just…where did you learn to play like that?” Viv asked, eyeing him through half closed eyelids.

“I dunno. I guess I just always had the drive for it. My uncle’s friend owns a music store and I’d be over there a lot botherin’ him while I played the instruments, so he got my uncle a deal on that Warlock I play for my eleventh birthday,” Eddie looked down at his feet with an expression of admiration. “He paid on that shit for almost a year.”

“Shit,” Viv replied with raised eyebrows. “Way to go Uncle Munson.”

He smiled at her, but couldn’t help noticing a faint flicker of sadness in her expression. Her mysterious aura intrigued him. She was so aloof yet seemed to take an interest in him, and it drove him crazy that she wasn’t willingly spilling her guts to him like most girls he met at these clubs. He liked the challenge of figuring her out for himself.

“Listen, I don’t have anything else to do tonight. I was thinking of heading out. I can give you a lift,” Eddie offered. Her eyes flicked back up to his, creasing with the bright smile she gave him. She slid of the sink and adjusted her shirt, reaching in her back pocket and pulling out a bit of cash.

“Okay, why not? Here’s the cash I owe you, plus some. Go get us another shot while I make a call,” she said as she handed him the money. He jumped down and stuffed it in his own pocket before opening the door to the other room, extending his hand in a gesture for her to exit first. They left the green room and Eddie walked back to the main bar while Viv walked to the back of the hallway towards the pay phone. He nodded in greeting to the bartender as he approached the bar and requested two shots of tequila, leaving a few crumpled bills on the counter. As he rounded the corner to the hallway, he could overhear Viv talking loudly to the person on the other line.

“Don’t you fucking do this to me now! You said everything would be fine, that’s why I came all this way,” she spoke urgently. After a few moments of listening to the response, she slammed the phone back on the receiver with a “Fuck!”

Eddie moved his feet, walking down the hall pretending he didn’t hear the exchange and handed her the shot glass. They silently held them up in a toast before downing them in one gulp.

“All good?” he inquired.

“Oh, yeah, that was just my friend who lives out this way. I uh…was supposed to stay with him tonight but he flaked,” she huffed, leaning back on the wall. Eddie nodded and jerked his head towards the back door at the end of the hallway.

“C’mon,” he said plainly, setting the shot glasses on top of the pay phone and leading her out of the bar. She followed him out into the chilly parking lot, hiding her hands in her jacket pockets. They walked to Eddie's van and Viv thanked him softly when he opened the passenger side door for her. The drive back to Hawkins wasn’t too far from the music venue, but long enough for them to enjoy a similar taste in music and to Viv’s delight, he actually had a couple punk cassettes like The Stooges and Dead Kennedys.

***

“Check, one two. Check, check. Fuckin’ one, fuckin’ two, fuckin’ bitches, fuck you,” Eddie lazily spoke in a monotone voice into the mic. He gave a light nod of approval at the mic before bringing the rim of his beer bottle to his lips and taking a deep swig, turning to roam around the small stage of the Hideout. Eddie and his band were setting up at the little bar for their usual Tuesday gig that they had scored earlier in the year. It was usually a moderate crowd who didn’t always pay them much attention, but it was better than them all crowding into Gareth’s garage like they did most days after school.

“What kind of shitty line is ‘Slice me open, reveal my secrets, one for you and only you can keep it,’ Eddie? What does that even mean?” Gareth challenged, studying the scribbled lyric sheet in his hand. Eddie turned around slowly, slightly narrowing his eyes at him as he gave him a quizzical tilt of his head. He fixed Gareth with a piercing stare that made him avert his gaze in submission, glancing back down at the paper as he waited for Eddie’s response,

“As I’ve had to explain to you before, Gareth,” he began, firing up one of his characteristic sermons that captured the attention of anyone in earshot. “Not everything is created to appease every individual person. Take our discussion on the various parts of female pleasure, for example.”

Gareth blushed. Eddie had stepped forward onto center stage, walking slowly in a circle and gazing around at the gathered group surrounding him who had been assisting in the band’s setup, all of whom had paused what they were doing to fix their focus on him. It was relatively quiet in the small venue at this time of the evening when most people were finishing up their dinners or catching the end of one sports game or another. The small gathering of bar patrons littered around the room who were beginning their night with a few beers had turned their heads in Eddie’s direction as his energy penetrated the atmosphere. A few of them chuckled softly and watched him in mild amusement.

“If you’re lucky enough that a girl let you inside her, she should be allowed a few moments of self-gratification even if that back and forth shit doesn't do anything for you. And if your mind can’t be stimulated by the sight of a girl losing herself on your cock, then maybe my words are just too complex for your understanding,” Eddie sneered, sauntering back over to where Gareth sat behind his drum set, mouth agape. He glanced down at him, a playful grin on his lips to show his friend that his words weren’t with hostile intentions.

“Fuckin’ prick,” Gareth teased, meeting his smile.

“And speed this shit up. The only thing that doesn’t make this a fucking ABBA song,” Eddie said as he turned to walk back towards the front of the stage, snatching the paper from him. “Are my shitty lyrics!”  

He hadn’t noticed that during his tirade, Viv had wandered into the bar and had paused at the entrance of the pit area to flick open a lighter. She was smirking up at him through her lashes with a cigarette in her teeth, only breaking eye contact with him in order to light it. Eddie returned her smile, telepathically flirting with her through his devious expression. It was still pretty early so the light from the setting sun was streaking through the open blinds, glinting off her silver rings as she fingered her Zippo.

“Now an ABBA cover. That'd be a sight to see,” Viv joked on the exhale, her deep rasp sending a thrilling churn through Eddie's stomach. He gave a bemused snicker before bending to grasp his guitar out of its case next to the edge of the stage. He untangled the cable and plugged it in before throwing the strap over his shoulder and straightening back up in front of the mic stand.

“What, do you mean something like,” he struck a harsh chord and began a vulgar rendition of Dancing Queen, much to the amusement of the small gathering. Laughter erupted when his version started with a chorus of, “Oh she was a real cum queen, young and sweet, looking to get tag-teamed.”

Viv threw her head back in laughter and clapped her hands together. Eddie set down his guitar and jumped off the small stage to walk over to her, stopping just in front and placing his hands in his front pants pockets.

“What happened to you? You were just gone in the morning,” he grinned down at her politely, placing his hands over his heart in a playful heartbroken gesture. They had spent the night at his trailer after they left the other venue a few nights before, and Eddie thought that they had had a fun night. It seemed to have been fun, at least.

*Three nights earlier*

“Ah, Mötorhead, Mötley Crüe…some good taste,” Viv said, turning around to Eddie as she scanned his room. He had come in behind her, standing awkwardly in the doorway with his hands in his back pockets.

  “Oh, I bet you’ve got good taste, too,” he replied, immediately embarrassed by his choice of words when she raised her eyebrows with a devious smile. She shuffled over to him and came to a stop when she was toe to toe, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. His breath hitched as he stared down at her, his eyes tracing the gorgeous shape of her wine red tinted lips.

  “Yeah? What makes you think that?” she teased, reaching up to fidget with one of the pins on his denim vest.

  “Call it a hunch,” Eddie said softly, lust dripping from his tone as he quickly dipped his head to plant his lips on hers and kissed her deeply. Viv looped her arms around the back of his neck and leaned into the kiss on her tip-toes. He nestled his hands in the small of her back, pulling her in to press her torso against his. They stood there in the doorway in their heated embrace until Eddie began to guide her backwards towards his bed and pushed her down onto the comforter. He stood standing between her legs, licking his lips as he shrugged off his jacket and gripped his t-shirt by the collar to pull it up over his head. Viv blinked up at him with dark eyes that sparkled in the dim light his red lamp shade gave off, her arms above her head as she lay there looking like a sultry renaissance painting.

“Look at you…pretty kitten,” Eddie groaned as he bit his lip at the beautiful sight, taking it all in before crawling onto the bed after her and boxing her in. He hovered over her, gazing into the seductive eyes she batted at him for a moment. His long, wavy hair cascaded around her face when he dipped his neck to capture her lips again, with the guitar pick that he kept on a chain around his neck nestled between her clavicle. Kissing her soft, pouty lips was heaven to him. He wanted nothing more than to hold her close to him all night, with her intoxicating aroma and the sweet taste of her tongue enveloping his senses.

  Viv had her fingers entangled in Eddie's curls as she let her tongue dance with his, running them down his shoulder blades to his back when his lips broke away from the kiss to travel down to her neck. She moaned softly as he placed soft pecks along the side of her neck, gently nipping at her on occasion. Her deep red nails traced the outline of his spine tenderly, sending an exhilarating shiver through his body, signaling to him that she could handle a bit more rough treatment. He pushed himself up to gaze down at her before wrapping one hand firmly around her throat, squeezing the sides with controlled pressure from his chilly ringed fingers.

  Viv gasped, the tip of her tongue catching between her teeth as she gave Eddie a wicked smile. He closed the distance and their lips collided again, a bit more forceful as the earlier tequila shots hit their peak. With one hand clutching her throat, he allowed the other to travel down her body, coming to a stop between her legs. Her hips rutted against his hand at the contact and he took that as an invitation to finger the top button of her jeans. She gasped softly when his hand slid into the opening of her pants and slowly worked its way down.

Eddie curled his fingers between her legs, giving her aching clit a delicious amount of pressure with his palm. Viv’s breath caught in her throat at the sensation, jutting her pelvis forward to relieve the tension. He ran his fingers up and down along her clothed slit, feeling her body respond to his touch with her warm slickness. She whimpered at the tantalizing feeling, circling her hips around for more friction. He obliged her wordless plea, pulling aside her panties with one finger and running his middle finger down her entrance.

The sound Viv made when he finally plunged one digit after the other into her was downright pornographic. He curled two fingers upward and pressed slowly at first, timing his rhythm with her moans of pleasure. Her lips had stopped kissing him back in favor of biting her own, and her hands had elected to grip Eddie’s firm, muscular forearm that still held her in place by her throat. His thumb found her clit and began to add devine pressure to the already orgasmic finger work. With his skilled musical instincts, it didn’t take long for him to find the right tempo to bring her to the precipice of climax. Her walls clenched around him as her body locked up to ride it out, groaning in overwhelming pleasure.

Eddie removed his fingers and brought them up to Viv’s lips, where she greedily took them into her mouth and swirled her tongue around to lick them clean. He smiled down at her with devastating desire before leaning down to crash his lips into hers once again. His hips lowered and rested between her legs, inviting her slender fingers to fumble with his zipper. He groaned into her mouth at her touch, only his body wasn’t responding to his current state of mind. He mentally rolled his eyes and sat up, biting his lower lip as he watched her playful expression underneath him. He took her wandering hands in his and kissed her knuckles before sliding himself off the bed.

  “Gimme a second, sweetheart,” he purred, bending back over her and curling two fingers underneath the collar around her neck to pull her up to meet his lips once more. He pushed her back down onto the bed roughly before stumbling out of the room with his unbuttoned and unzipped jeans hanging loosely from his hips.

  ‘God, you fucking loser,’ he thought as he shut the bathroom door. He leaned with his back against the wall and stared at the ceiling, palming himself over his jeans before diving in and freeing himself from his boxers. He shut his eyes and attempted to summon the exhilerating feelings from earlier in the night when he was a rock god that made every pair of panties in the bar soaking wet. They had all stood beneath him in front of the stage, their cleavage bouncing to the beat and glistening in the heat of the lights and close contact, causing their already tight shirts to cling to their torsos. He had grinned at anyone who shot a flirtatious look his way, reveling in the way his wicked smile made them hot.

  Then he remembered the sexy way Viv carried herself, from her walk, her voice, her smile and even the way she coughed when they were smoking. He loved everything about her style and the way she accessorized her slender neck and wrists, all the way down to her fingers. She also had a vulgar sense of humor and had spent their smoking session making Eddie laugh until his sides hurt, with the jokes also making his mind wander to filthier places. He imagined her shapely lips kissing down his lower torso until they met his waistband, where she would gently pull down his boxers to free him and then wrap that pretty mouth around his dick.

  Eddie grunted as his arousal began to stir from deep within and he grew harder with every passing second. He gave himself a few gentle strokes along his length, eyes fluttering open and closed as he pumped his fist with consistent pressure. He groaned softly as he imagined fucking her tight throat with her ringed fingers gripping onto his thighs. Fuck. Her delicate frame probably concealed the most breathtakingly tight pussy he’d ever have the pleasure of fucking into. He gripped his rock hard member with crude strength, stroking faster as his mind raced with filthy thoughts of bending Viv over the bed and burying himself deeply inside her.

His heart beat faster as he bent over the sink and thrust into his hand over and over, getting worryingly close to climaxing. He begrudgingly slowed down his pace so he could save his load for a more satisfying moment, and attempted to get his panting under control. Once he was satisfied with the level of firmness in his hand, he unceremoniously pushed himself back into his boxers so he wouldn’t look like a complete creep when he walked back into the room. He took a deep breath, checking his reflection to make sure his face didn’t look flushed, and stepped out of the bathroom to enter his bedroom, smiling softly with adoration when he noticed Viv had curled onto her side and had fallen asleep.

  “Viv?…Vivianne?” Eddie whispered softly as he walked over to the side of the bed and leaned over her just to double check she was alright. When he was satisfied that she looked content enough to leave her alone, he quietly walked over to his dresser and stepped out of his jeans to pull on some sweatpants before heading to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water. He set it next to her on the nightstand and stepped out of the room, closing the door carefully before making his way to the couch. All of the drinks and the blunt he shared earlier caught up with him the moment he collapsed into the cushions and pulled a knit blanket over himself. He fell asleep quickly, mulling over the night’s events as he drifted off to sleep.

  “Boy, what you doin’ out here?” his uncle Wayne asked as he came through front door the next morning, kicking off his work boots at the threshold. Eddie woke with a start, squinting at the bright light as he ruffled his hair.

  “Oh, uh…got home late last night after the gig and was pretty smashed. Guess I just fell asleep,” he said quickly, getting to his feet and making his way towards his bedroom. He checked to see if the coast was clear before opening his door, then entered with an eager smile. His face fell when he saw the room was empty, and his ruffled sheets and the empty glass on his nightstand were the only indication that anyone had been there. With a heavy sigh of disappointment he threw himself onto his bed and buried his face in the pillows to go back to sleep.

[littlest-dark-age]

making cookies again which is causing me to think abt perv!eddie cumming on them as "icing"

[petersbaby]

Here is what the people want

Porn - Gross/perv stepbro!eddie

Warnings: stepcest, male masturbation, oral (f receiving), fingering

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It was a random Wednesday night, just like any other. Nobody was home besides you, your mom having a girls night with her friends, Wayne at work, and Eddie out doing stupid shit like probably doing donuts in a random parking lot with his friends, all high as fuck or drunk undoubtedly. You were grateful for this time, the house was too busy these days and sometimes you really wished it was still just you and your mom.

After school, you’d brought a bowl of cereal up to your room and ate it as you watched TV. It had been a few hours now, and you decide you want more so you grab the bowl and head down to the kitchen. Once you set it down on the counter and go to open the fridge, you hear a strange noise.

No one is supposed to be here, so you of course get a little scared. If there’s someone in the house who isn’t supposed to be, you’re fucked. It’s not like you had a gun or anything in case of an intruder. But listening closer, it sounds like a woman. Like a woman… crying?

“What the fuck?” You whisper, creeping closer to the origin of the sound which seemed to be the living room. When you peek inside, you instantly take in everything that’s going on. The big TV in the living room is playing a porno with volume loud enough you could probably hear if you were standing outside. Your eyes drag over.

On the couch sits Eddie, your nasty step brother who is notoriously perverted. He’s made all kinds of comments to you and tried to make moves on you but that was always kind of on the down low. You’d never seen him be so outwardly and unashamedly gross. Anyways, he has his dick in his hand, stroking it up and down with a slight noise of wetness. He’s in his boxers with his erection sticking out from the hole in the front of them, legs spread lazily and laid back with his eyes fixed on the screen in front of him.

“I’m telling your uncle AND my mom about this.” Your voice is heard from across the room and his head snapped to the side to look at you.

“No you’re not.”

“Mark my fucking words. I’m sick of you being so gross. You’re getting WAY too comfortable here.”

“Wait, wait.” He begs, eyes going wide and blanket covering his lap once he can see you’re really serious. He didn’t wanna have to explain this to either of your parents or get kicked out. That’s the last thing he wants. He grabs the remote and presses pause.

“Come here.”

You cross your arms over your chest.

“No. I’m not helping you, weirdo.”

“I know, I know. I could help you.”

You approach him suspiciously.

“I don’t want or need your help.”

He takes your hand, pulling you down onto the couch. His hand finds itself on your thigh, slowly moving up, and for some reason, you don’t stop him. You let it happen, even though you know you shouldn’t. Your breath catches in your throat.

“No?” He asks innocently, fingers reaching beneath your skirt and to your center where you could admittedly feel that it was wet.

“Fuck.” You curse yourself.

“Here, lay back. I’ll make you feel so good you forget all about this and you’ll definitely not tell them, yeah?”

You don’t respond verbally, but lay back on the couch for some godforsaken reason. He smiles his almost predatory smile.

“I need to hear it. If I eat this pretty pussy of yours, you don’t tell them about the porn.”

“Yes.” You breathe, the closeness of his body to yours dizzying and the air getting thicker while your cheeks flush and you get even wetter. His musk was intoxicating, the smell of unwashed denim and tobacco with a little sweat mixed in emanating off of him.

He starts to place kisses on the inside of your thighs until he gets to the lacy edge of your cotton panties, hooking his fingers into the sides and pulling them down your legs as you shiver in anticipation. Your legs try to close in shyness, but he pushes them back apart, attaching his mouth to your core and applying open mouthed kisses to it, messily making out with your clit and running his tongue up and down your folds.

It all happens so fast, it’s so intense and all at once to the point where a particularly loud and high pitched moan escaped your mouth in shock and pleasure. He pulls away slightly, soothing you. “Shhh.” He kisses the meat of your inner thighs to give you a second to sort of recollect yourself.

“Okay, okay.” You whisper, subconsciously holding in your breath.

“Good girl.”

His mouth meets your clit again, lightly sucking and swirling his tongue around and around it. You can’t fight of the need to moan and whine, never having felt this sensation before. It was the first time you had something so lewd done to you and you absolutely loved it. The mouth on him was something mind blowing, something you could easily get addicted to. But no, you can’t, and you shouldn’t. Sure, this shouldn’t be happening, but this will be just a one time thing. Right?

You’re pulled out of your thoughts by the sensation of a thick finger sliding into your hole, the pointer finger to be exact. You gasp at the welcome intrusion and he takes a break to come up and see how you look. Desperate, that’s how you look. When he pauses, you start to grind up against him, trying to fuck yourself on your finger.

“Yeah?” He asks with an amused and devious smile.

So goddamn cocky.

He must see the frustration in your face at his teasing as he adds in his middle finger and brings his mouth back to your cunt again, working them in and out of you while he licks and sucks your clit.

You moan progressively louder and louder each time he pushes them deep inside and curls them, hitting your g-spot repeatedly while your swollen clit gets attention from his tongue. With this, you start to cry and mewl, hand shooting down to grab his head and push it further against your throbbing, hot core while tangling some of his hair into your fingers.

“Mmh,” He whimpers pathetically against you when you pull on his curls and it only drives him to go faster. He doesn’t know if there’s a time in his life that his dick has been any harder.

“Eddie, Eddie, oh my god, ah, fuck.” You cry out, white hot pleasure wrecking your body and temporarily blinding your vision while you cum around his fingers, which he soon pulls out to replace with his tongue. He laps up everything you had, everything you gave him gladly, gratefully.

“Holy shit. Ah- get off of me.” You pull his head away before he was done cleaning you up and he looks up at you like a confused puppy.

“Too much. Feels good but it’s really sensitive.” You whisper and he nods in understanding now.

“Fuck,” he comments under his breath, hand returning to his cock which was incredibly hard and dripping precum all over the front of his boxers. You look down and see his little-or big- problem and then back up to him.

“Fine. You can cum on me. Just this once. And never again.” You offer, exhausted and still a little high from your orgasm.

Too high to care. He excitedly pulls his dick back out, coming to kneel in front of you and start jerking himself off over your body and occasionally rubbing his cock against the warm skin on your lower stomach before spilling out onto you, cum mostly collecting in your bellybutton with some threatening to run off of your stomach and down your sides onto the fabric of the couch below you. He quickly scoops it up with his fingers and wipes them on his shirt, as though that’s a casually normal thing to do.

“Ew.” You say plainly.

“What? I’m gonna change clothes and wash them, duh.”

“Yeah right. While you’re at it, wash this blanket too.” You add, grabbing the blanket he was using earlier and wiping down your stomach with it.

“Ah, I just washed that.”

“Watch it.”

“I mean.. no, yeah, that’s fine.” He shrugs, trying to sound cool and collected.

[mamibaddie]

I’m back with more!!

18+ only! Contains smut. Minors DNI.

Perv!bestfriend!Eddie is now Perv!boyfriend!Eddie. Which just means he’s more open with his sexual nature.

Perv!boyfriend!Eddie wanting you to masturbate with him while you both watch the various adult films he’s picked out. Especially the ones he had that looks like you. Asking you if you think you could do the spread eagle while handcuffed to his bed. Just how he asks it, all desperate and needy made you cum. Now you both have to try it.

Asking Perv!boyfriend!Eddie if he’d ever like to wear a choker with a leash attached while you fuck him. He whines and instantly becomes hard. (Freak on a leash, if you will.)

Perv!boyfriend!Eddie loves it when you ride his thigh. Feeling the warm, slippery wetness grind against him. It’s so much it starts to drip down both sides of his thighs. He collects it with his fingers and puts them into his mouth. Eyes rolling back and moaning. “You’re just so sweet. I can’t get enough of your taste.”

Perv!boyfriend!Eddie begging you to let him just put the tip in. “Please baby, you know I can’t get a good nights sleep without you wrapped around me.”

Have sex with Perv!boyfriend!Eddie. You’re both overstimulated from cumming so much. Every since he found out your on the pill, his favorite place to cum is in you. It’s practically leaking out of you. Leaving a white ring around his cock. The squelching sound and the feel of being inside you after all these years of fantasizing about you, makes him feel like he’s in heaven. He knew it would be amazing but this is ethereal. He’d pull out to watch his cum roll of you and onto the sheets. He looks at you. You look flustered and cockdrunk. You have a lazy smile on your face. He leans down to give you a sloppy kiss, making sure to add tongue so he can taste you. Speaking of taste, he starts to lower himself on you. You look through hooded eyes and start to say, “what are you-“ but then you moan at the fake that he’s eating you out. Tasting both you and him at the same time. He’s real nasty with it too. Spitting on your clit. Moaning and groaning. Burying his face and running his nose on your clit.

[munsonology]

As a former macys girl, Eddie would 100% visit me during his 5th break at GameStop 🧚🏽‍♀️

Perv Bat Eddie would shift into bat form to watch me try on the new lingerie delivered rom an undisclosed location (the vent in the fitting room) 🦇

[manicformunson]

note i keep seeing plus size reader things where they get bullied for being big so i wrote something else. if your a bigger person, you are beautiful and you are validated! i personally hate that plus size reader plot, so here's a little perv eddie hc for my fellow big bitches ♡

eddie was drooling like a dog over what you had chosen to wear today. just simple shorts and a tank top, nothing special you thought when you picked it out, but to eddie -- eddie was fighting the urge to palm himself through his jeans.

he first caught sight of you at lunch, walking past the hellfire table to your group of friends and immediately groaned at the way your thighs puffed out at the hem of your shorts. your legs were on full display for him at that moment, he couldn't help but cock his head and stare.

it wasn't until gareth smacked his shoulder did he break out of his trance and realize he had a boner.

after he had fixed his problem, he happened to see you again passing through the halls. this time he could see your front, and boy was he foaming at the mouth. your tank top was a little tighter than it would be on some girls but eddie was thanking whatever holy being was up there because he could see the perfect outline of your bra.

not to mention your tummy peeking out from the bottom. shit. eddie couldn't think of anything but cumming all over your cute tummy. maybe he would squish it around his dick and fuck it.

"hey eddie."

your sweet voice pulled him out of his perverted thoughts, waving to him shyly as you passed him. eddie waved back, probably looking like an absolute idiot still thinking about fucking the shit out of you on the first surface he could find.

"hey, hey y/n." he sounded pathetic but it didn't matter because you giggled at him before turning into your classroom and that giggle was what he got off too as soon as he got home.