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jadewritesficshere · 10 months

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Sitting Pretty

This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

18+ONLY

Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting

Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.

Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."

Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.

You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.

Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-

Damn.

Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.

"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.

You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.

His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.

You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."

You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.

The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.

You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.

You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.

You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.

"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.

You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.

#Is this the same Eddie from Wrecked yes yes it is will I ever write a part 2 to that uh maybe #I love this older Eddie with a belly button piercing he has invaded my brain and taken up residence in my heart #I realized after I finished this you are basically doing a Winnie the Pooh in over half of this #You really did soak his shoes making them shine #Anyways no Eddie isnt a cowboy but he could be he has the swagger for one #This isn't even really degradation in my mind but I know it is to some so #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson/reader #Eddie Munson x female!reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson/female!reader #Stranger Things #Also please go read and enjoy cowboy Eddie fics cause they are so good #ALSO if anyone is reading this I did try to make like a header picture thing but it kept deleting paragraphs when it was added #So I went without cause really we dont need that we need the words #Is this well done no but it is done and I am well so #Jade is Talking

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kinnspocketporsche · 2 years

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VegasPete Communication + Double Meanings

Call it the asexual gaze it is, but I was a lot more interested in the double meanings of VP's conversations than any sexual tension in this episode. Let's take a break from The Horny and think about what Pete has been trying to express about abuse well before he mentioned his own father. And I want you to keep in mind that Pete knows Vegas doesn't put an ounce of trust in words, so it's not just the dialogue we're looking at here - it's every action Pete's taking.

I put an explanation of this at the end, but please go into this post thinking about Vegas's torture of Pete as a reflection of his own experiences with his father. You can read that explanation first if you want, or not at all.

Let's start with Pete's response to Vegas talking to his hedgehog.

P: "Is he crazy?" [read: I know you're talking to me]

V, to his hedgehog: "When you're free, tell him how to be a good pet." A guide for Pete - Vegas communicating that if Pete is good, he'll be treated nicely. Note that earlier Vegas actually apologized to the hedgehog for making a ruckus with Pete - so he is giving him example of a reward. Importantly: These align with the guidelines Vegas' father has set for him. Be good. Do what I say. Mess up and you'll get punished.

P: "Whom is he talking to, me or the hedgehog?" [read: Let me tell you why I think you're crazy - because I'm not a fucking hedgehog] This is also Pete expressing that he wants to have a conversation - a shift from their previous interactions.

V: "Why didn't you eat?" [read: Why didn't you do what I told you? Why did you defy me?] This is not a question that Vegas is looking to have answered. It's challenge. A fight that Vegas wants to start. (Trying not to belabor this point too much, but again, think back to Vegas's dad's "What are you doing?" "Do you know what you're doing?" "What did I tell you?" and especially his "How dare you disobey my order?")

P: "I'm not eating." This is a fun one, because it's meant to be taken exactly at face value. Pete says this very slowly, very deliberately, and with careful eye-contact. Look:

Remember what I said about Pete communicating through actions in addition to words. Every bit of him is shouting "Listen to me! I need you to understand what I'm saying!" But he's conveying complete calmness - and control over his own actions, without threatening Vegas's control in any way.

V: "Do you think you can choose?" [read: You think you can choose not to follow my orders? You have no power here.]

P: "I'm not choosing. I'm just not eating." [read: I'm not fighting you. You want to hurt me and I am just here. It's not my choice and it's not my fault.] And if we think ahead, if we think about the context, he's telling Vegas: "Your father's abuse is not your fault."

Again, note the body language, the continued eye-contact. Coming from Pete! Who in almost every interaction prior to his capture has done his utmost to avoid Vegas's eyes. It's deliberate.

I love it I love it I love it because as a survivor of abuse himself, Pete is showing Vegas, with himself as an example, how to reframe his trauma. Okay, I have more to say so let's keep going.

V: "You know what an untamed pet would get?" [read: Think about the consequences - the punishment. That's your choice.] This is cool, because Vegas hasn't caught on yet I actually don't think Pete expected him to, personally, but that can be up for debate. The intriguing thing is that this dialogue shows that Vegas think Pete hasn't caught on yet, he thinks Pete hasn't understood and he's clarifying for him, but really Vegas is the one who's not understanding. I'm losing my mind this is so good.

P: "Well, I don't like it. I'm not hungry." [read: I hear what you're saying and you're wrong. I'm not choosing this. I don't want it and I'm not fighting you. I'm just not hungry.] Pete's still making eye contact here. His speech starts to speed up, too. Pete has hardly flinched at torture prior to this so I'm not inclined to think that it's fear doing that - I think it's more of this deliberate communication. He's reinforcing his words with his actions. Maybe he's a bit scared, but I'm convinced he's at the very least exaggerating. He needs Vegas to understand that he's being honest - he doesn't want this (and no matter what Vegas's dad has told him about choosing to fail and get punished, Vegas didn't that either). Check Pete's facial expression here, too. We know this man can fake a smile:

V: "I'm gonna hurt you so you'll remember." [I'll train you, the way I've been taught, to do what I want you to do.] But notice the phrasing here. Assuming the translation's good, Vegas's thought process is already changing. He's given up on the idea of Pete learning - which makes sense, because his father's punishments didn't teach Vegas anything other than fear. What he got out of them were memories.

And we're nearing the end here, so bear with me. The last line of dialogue is coming up, but first, the punishment itself:

Pete starts yelling immediately. Thrashing around. He looks angry. Maybe he's worn down and tired out, just releasing some pent up frustrations, but what a contrast from his demeanor throughout the whole conversation. He's not playing with Vegas, he's not trying to fight him and he's not trying to please him. He's taken himself out of the game.

And the last bit of dialogue from this scene that I think we're all familiar with:

V: "You're no fun at all." And Vegas is feeling the effects of Pete's actions. Pete has taken the power out of it all.

This is reinforced by the next scene where Pete tries to escape and doesn't bring a single weapon with him. There are weapons on display in that room. And Vegas knew he would escape - was it a test?

Pete does not want to fight Vegas, he's proving it with his actions again. I almost wonder if Pete thought of it as a test as well, but I don't know, that might be taking it a step to far.

Okay I'm bringing us back one more time. To before all of this. To right before. To the very tiny snippet of conversation we (and Pete!!) heard of Vegas' phone call with his dad.

V: "What am I supposed to do, Papa?"

And that's at the fucking root of it all, isn't it? What is Vegas supposed to do, when he's given his best and his dad hates him anyway. It's heartbreaking. It's also immediately followed by Pete staring at Vegas:

Because that little phone conversation was a key. To us, the audience, to interpret this scene - but also, I'd venture very hesitantly, for Pete. This immediately precedes all the careful conversation that he had with Vegas and because of the timing of it all, and the way Pete kinda froze and stared. It was calculated. Very quickly calculated and enacted. Maybe Pete was just using it as a way to get out - maybe he saw that Vegas had a problem and decided to offer him a solution for his own sake only. I wouldn't blame him. But it could also be that Pete realized Vegas is about ready for a change. Readiness for change is huge - it's everything. You cannot change a person if they do not want to change themselves. But here's Vegas, having already defied his father by taking Pete, now acknowledging and vocalizing that what his father is saying doesn't make sense. He's ready to change.

I fucking love this show. I'm bad at making friends y'all but if anyone wants to chat KP, please don't hesitate. Clearly I have too much to say. My asks and messages are open, always :)

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I think of Vegas's torture of Pete as a reflection of his own experiences with his father. Vegas held a lot of envy towards Pete. Right off the bat Vegas knew Kinn would check on Pete, and he knew Kinn would do it thoroughly (re: telling Grandma to lie to Kinn about Pete's whereabouts). This is Kinn, Vegas's family, who has shunned Vegas* all his life, going all out for a bodyguard. And on top of that, Vegas knows that Pete has made mistakes. A sore spot, for someone who gets punished whenever he "ruins" his dad's plans. Vegas looks at Pete and sees the main family's Good Good Boy who has a tattoo about the virtue of honesty, who does nothing but smile and mess up, who seems naive as anything... but who laughs in his face when tortured.

How does this tie in to Vegas's abuse at the hands of his father? It puts the power in Vegas's hands. Not because he's inherently bad and wants to abuse people, but because he's spent his life feeling powerless, especially in comparison to Kinn. If he went into this thinking that Pete was a naive little toy - and Kinn's toy at that - Vegas wanted to break Pete the way he'd been broken by his father. We'll see more evidence of this when we get into it as well.

*I just had this additional thought that it's not uncommon for victims of child abuse - or any abuse - to feel angry that they weren't helped by those around them. I know there's competition between Kinn and Vegas inherently, but I do wonder if Vegas's rage runs deeper due to way he's been isolated. Abusers tend to isolate their victims intentionally, and I wouldn't blame Kinn for this as an outsider, but I actually think it's unlikely that Vegas wouldn't have felt that to a certain extent.

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Follow-up VP Communication Post

Metaphor Done Right: Childhood’s End in KinnPorsche

Pete’s Escape as a Final Test

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