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hi, i’m wynnie or wyn 🖤 i’m 21 years old and i use any pronouns ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) i’ve been writing on and off for a few years, but this is my first time making an actual account to write on:) i hope all of you enjoy what i have to offer!
i’ll probably be writing a lot of small drabbles to start with:) my account will mainly be focused on eddie cuz am obsessed with that man (⸝⸝-﹏-⸝⸝) 𝓦♡ ︎
in honor of my birthday, i decided we need some eddie giving you birthday head content… buckle in
content warning: noncon/dubcon, eddie giving reader head, afab reader
today was your birthday, and eddie decided to wake up a little early to give you a present, but not just any regular present. he knew how you’d talked about wanting to be woken up by him eating you out in the past.. so what better time than to do it now? he sat up and very carefully pulled the covers off of you, then along with your sleep shorts. your panties came next, he tossed them off the bed: he slowly moved down and settled between your legs as you peacefully slept. you didn’t move or make a sound.. perfect. eddie gazed down at your sleeping form, just admiring your beauty for a second. he slowly and gently spread your thighs apart, settling between them like it was home (it was) he slowly extended his tongue and gave a long, slow lick from your entrance up to your clit, tasting your essence. he hands gripped your hips, holding them steadily even though you were asleep. he wanted to wake you up and the first thing you feel was his mouth on you. what could be a better present? you stirred slightly in your sleep, but didn’t quite wake up just yet. but by your response eddie could tell his ministrations were clearly influencing your dreams in some way or another.
eddie smirked to himself, already proud of the small reaction you’d given him. he focused more attention on your sensitive bud, flicking and circling it with his tongue. one of his hands released its grip on your thigh to slowly drag up your body, going under your shirt to squeeze the soft skin of your breast. he gently rolled your nipple between his fingers, gently pinching at it. you were getting closer and closer to waking up, your hips were lightly twitching against the mattress. you finally opened your eyes, letting out a tired whine “eddie?..” you breathed out before looking down to see exactly what he was doing. he stopped, looking up at you with a smile “happy birthday, sweetheart” and he immediately dove back down, amplifying what he was doing. and finally since you were a wake, he slowly slid in two of his digits into your entrance, curling them up to meet that special spot inside of you. you threw your head back, immediately gripping the sheets “oh god, eddie” you whimpered.
he moaned against you, swirling the tip of his tongue around your clit before flattening his tongue to lick a stripe up it. your back arched against the bed, one of your hands going down to grip a handful of his messy curls. you started feeling that familiar feeling of your stomach tightening up, letting out a moan as you tugged his hair. he let out a groan as he continued to mercilessly lap at your bud, his fingers maintaining a steady rhythm. he couldn’t get over the taste of you, how you felt against his tongue. he was truly obsessed with you. “eddie.. eddie, oh god” you moaned, sucking in a sharp breath as you felt yourself tip over the edge. he just sighed, moaning in satisfaction as he licked up every single last drop. he pulled his fingers out of your fluttering heat with a quiet pop, licking them clean. he lifted his head with a stupid smile on his lips, mouth and chin damp from both his saliva and your essence. finally he laid beside you, putting an arm around you “like your present?” he asks with a smirk. all you could do is just blink and nod.
first fic back after my little break, i know it’s short but i’m working on other stuff currently and hoping to have it out soon! i also got my nails done so it's very hard to type lol
⋆˚꩜｡summary: deadlines are approaching, and eddie makes you take a break before you stress yourself to death<3
⋆˚꩜｡tags/tw: explicit content 18+ minors do not interact (you'll suffer of tuberculosis if you do), no y/n, afab reader, sloppy blowjob, too much fucking spit, spit play, unprotected piv (don't do this, you'll get pregnant and die), soft dom/sub dynamics, eddie tries to be somewhat demeaning (ig?) but he's just a softie<3, brief aftercare
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⋆˚꩜｡a/n: this takes place in the same universe as whatever you want, baby, but can be read as a stand alone :) this has been sitting for almost 2 weeks in my drafts and i just couldnt wait anymore, hope yall enjoy theehee
You’d had a little more than eight weeks to scratch your head, cry your eyes red and raw, and write the five college papers that were all due next Monday. But you hadn’t done any of it – no research, no writing, not even the crying you’d scheduled between breaks in your planner.
And now it was Friday night, and it looked as though a tiny library had exploded across your boyfriend’s kitchen table. You sat hunched over one of the uncomfortable wooden chairs, your ass practically numb after hours of refusing to get up.
Eddie had stolen more than a few glances in your direction throughout the evening, concern finding its way back into his eyes every time he looked at your tense shoulders and the way you held your head as though you were seconds away from a breakdown. He had tried numerous times to get you to take a breather. To step away from your work for a few minutes and give your fingers and wrist a chance to rest. To come outside with him, get some fresh air, maybe have a stress-cigarette.
Every attempt had been met with the same response. You barely looked up from your books, mumbling under your breath that you were too stressed about missing the deadline to take a break.
He was practically sprawled across the old couch, his eyes drifting from the glow of the television back to you every few seconds. By now, he could practically feel the deep crease between his eyebrows settling permanently into his skin.
“Okay, that’s it,” he muttered, pushing himself off the couch and making his way over to you. His hands found your shoulders instantly, fingers digging a little deeper than usual as he worked at some of the knots that had taken up residence beneath your skin. “I’m not asking this time. Get up.”
He sounded firm – almost curt – in the way that let you know he wasn’t playing around.
An exhausted sigh escaped you as you tilted your head back against his stomach, the pencil slipping from between your fingers and landing on the wooden table with a soft clank. You blinked tiredly up at Eddie, the bags beneath your eyes making your eyelids feel heavy.
Despite the tone in his voice, the expression on his face softened the moment he saw your exhausted stare, worry etched plainly across his features.
“Come sit with me on the couch.” He tilted his head for a brief second before his hand trailed down your arm and found yours, his fingers intertwined with your own as he gave your hand a gentle tug. Eddie made sure to wait until you were on your feet before heading back into the living room.
He easily settled back into his spot on the couch before pulling you into his lap and wrapping his arms around your frame. Your head immediately dropped into the crook of his neck as you breathed in the scent of his cheap shampoo – a smell that felt more like home than your own bedroom ever could.
You stayed like that for a moment: his arms wrapped tightly around you, and your eyes drifted shut for what was supposed to be just a few seconds, while the low hum of the television filled the silence between you.
“What do you need, baby?” he mumbled softly as he brought a hand up to smooth down the strands of hair you’d been pulling at all afternoon. “A shower? A nap? Greasy pizza?”
Your breath hitched for a moment, the first few words that left his mouth made your brain short-circuit for a split second before the rest of his question finally registered.
“I, uh…” you trailed off quietly before gulping.
You pressed your face further into him, burying yourself beneath his soft curls as you refused to meet his gaze.
Eddie let the silence linger for a few more seconds before he gently pushed you back, just enough that he could see your face.
“Hm?” he tilted his head to the side, searching your eyes for something as his fingers pushed a rogue strand behind your ear. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
A hint of embarrassment flashed across your features as you let out a deep sigh. Your fingers found the ends of his hair, curling the strands around your digits as you silently waited for Eddie to learn how to read your thoughts, just so you wouldn’t have to voice them aloud.
“Do you…” he trailed off softly, distractedly running his tongue over his chapped lips before trying again. “Do you wanna do that thing again?”
You stilled for a split second before shaking your head. Then you hesitated, nodded, and immediately seemed to reconsider. Eventually, you gave up on answering altogether.
“Just wanna shut my brain off,” you whispered softly, still refusing to meet his gaze.
Eddie’s eyes lingered on your face, searching for something until it finally clicked.
“We can do that,” he murmured, continuing to smooth down your hair.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment longer than they usually did before he finally loosened his grip around your waist.
You quietly climbed off the couch and kneeled between his legs, patiently waiting for him to pull down the soft cotton of his sweatpants.
Eddie watched transfixed as anticipation coiled tight deep in his stomach. A part of him still didn’t fully understand how sitting between his thighs and having your mouth on him could help you relax the way it did, but he would never fail to surrender himself completely whenever you needed him like that.
The warm amber light of the kitchen spread into the living room, making your eyes glimmer when you looked up at Eddie.
His hands pushed the elastic band down until the black fabric pooled around his feet. You helped tugging it off, and threw it somewhere behind you.
Eddie’s hand tangled in your hair as he guided your mouth to meet his hardening cock still hidden behind his boxers. Soft gasps escaped him at the first brush of your tongue against him, spit seeping into the fabric.
His breath caught in his throat as you free his straining erection from his boxers, gently tugging the fabric down until it fell on the ground.
Your fingers felt warm and soft against his skin when you wrapped your hand around his cock, sending tiny sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. Eddie bit back a groan when your lips met the sensitive tip of his cock in feather-light kisses. A shudder rippled through him, muscles tensing and relaxing in waves as you trailed kisses down his length until reaching his fuzzy sack. You gave the skin a softly suckle, your eyes fluttering shut for a split second before you let go of his balls, and trailed back up until his tip rested gently against your lips. You gently part them and take him into your mouth, giving him lazy kisses and flicks of your tongue, in no hurry whatsoever.
Eddie’s breath came in short, sharp pants with each brush of your lips, each flick of your tongue. He reached for a loose strand of hair, pushing it behind your ear before the palm of his hand found your cheek. Your warmth seeped into his fingers and spread up his arm, sending little bursts of lighting down his spine.
“Take your time, baby,” he mumbled lowly while his thumb brushed soft circles against your cheek. “Atta girl, just like that.”
Your eyes were blinking lazily up at him as you slowly took more of him into your mouth. Eddie was long and thick, and you had learned long ago not to force your throat to take all of him at once.
Obscene wet sounds filled the living room as you took him deeper, dragging your tongue as you went. Eddie’s finger sank into your hair when your throat muscles fluttered around his length. He didn’t pull at your hair, just held you there for a second longer until a low gagging noise cut through the air. Your eyes fluttered shut and a soft, satisfied exhale escaped your nostrils when the swollen tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. The way his cock always forcefully stretched your throat open never failed to drown out the noises in your head – there was nothing else but Eddie, Eddie, Eddie echoing in your mind. Nothing else, just him.
A string of spit connected his red, swollen tip when you pulled back, thick drops of spit rolling down from his cock to his balls. Your chest heaved in desperation for a fresh breath of air as you gave him sloppy, open-mouthed kisses before you took him back into your mouth and bobbed your head down.
“Is this what you needed, hm?” Eddie’s voice was thick and warm, sending bolts of lightning down your spine.
When you opened your eyes again, you were met with the most beautiful view you’d ever seen – his lips were as red and swollen as his tip, and he had a deep furrow settled between his eyebrows as he looked down at you. His molten brown eyes were glued to your mouth, stretched tightly around his girthy cock while your spit somehow continued to find its way down his length.
“Don’t make a mess, baby,” he mumbled as he let go of your hair. He slid his hand between you, coating his fingers in the spit that had trailed down to his balls, and brought his digits back to your face, staining your skin just like you'd done to him.
Heat spread across your features when he kept trailing his wet fingers across your face, and before you knew it, a desperate, muffled groan escaped you. “God, you look so pretty like this.”
Eddie gave you an accidental thrust of his hips when he felt your throat tighten around him. “Fuck. Sorry, sweetheart,” he breathed out.
His big eyes glistened when you blinked slowly at him before shutting your eyes altogether. Your lips were slick, head bobbing up and down in slow, deep strokes before you pulled away.
“C’mere,” he murmured softly as he leaned forwards and pulled you up.
Eddie’s fingers found the elastic band of your panties underneath the oversized shirt you’d thrown on earlier, tugging it down until it fell on the ground, and pulled you into his lap.
He sucked in a sharp breath as you straddled him, your soaked fold sliding along his hard cock before you enveloped him in one fluid motion. A broken whine escaped you when the sudden, exquisite pressure nearly undid you.
Eddie wrapped his arms around your frame, holding you flush against his chest while you hid your face into the crook of his neck, soft pants and broken whimpers spilling from your lips. You humped him slow and helpless, every protruding vein rubbing against your slick walls, driving you absolutely insane.
Eddie felt you gush around his thick base, your arousal dripping down his balls and mixing with your spit. Sweet, sticky strings of your essence broke every time you bounced on his lap.
“You’re so messy,” he muttered in your ear and tightened his hold on you while his hips jerked up to meet yours. “I’m practically drowning here in spit and slick.”
“S-sorry, E-Eds,” you nearly choked on air when the words slipped from your mouth.
You were absolutely putty in his arms as he gave you slow thrusts, hitting that special, hidden spot. Something incomprehensible fell from your lips while his cock slid in and out of your velvety walls, loud slikslikslik’s echoing through the living room, leaving you no choice but to wrap your arms tightly around his neck for extra support, nails digging sharply into skin.
“Mmpff! Ed-Eddie!”
You desperately needed him, right then and there, as you teetered on the edge of your orgasm. One of his hands slipped under your shirt, gently trailing up and down your back while tiny tears rolled down your cheeks – almost like he was comforting you. And maybe he was, because the torturous drag of his cock was absolutely overwhelming while he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
“C’mon, baby,” he whispered in your ear, giving you one a hard thrust. “Give it to me, lemme feel you.”
The mounting pressure finally snapped, the muscles in your legs tensed up before they relaxed into a wobbly mess on each side of him, your sticky cum trailing down his length as he continued snapping his hips in pursuit of his own release. Your mouth hung open while he continued fucking into you in that pace that drove you insane, prolonging the buzz underneath your skin.
“That’s my girl.” His voice was hoarse and dripped with lust
Utterly spent, you clenched around him on purpose, again and again, until his rhythm finally stuttered and broken moans spilled from his lips.
Eddie came with a loud, broken whimper, hips pushed flushed against yours as he pumped warm, sticky ropes of cum and filled you to the brim, thick rolls of milky white fluids rolling down his length and mixing with your essence and spit.
He brought one of his hands to the back of your head, holding you there as he nudged the tip of his nose against your skin, breathing in your sweaty scent mixed with faint traces of the perfume you’d sprayed earlier that day. Eddie stayed deep inside you for a moment longer, feeling his cock twitching helplessly every time your pussy fluttered around him, the last few waves of ecstasy still lingering.
“God, baby, I love you.”
“Mhmm,” was all you mastered to groan out.
Eddie placed a soft kiss against your temple while he dragged his eyes towards the clock hanging in the kitchen – a little after one, late enough he could make you come to bed with him without having you complain about your deadline. Not that you’d have been able to put up much of a fight anyway, already half-asleep with your face buried against his neck.
He pulled you away from the crook of his head just enough so his lips could swipe over yours for the briefest kiss. His hands curled around your thighs and he pulled you up, stilling for just a second when he felt his legs wobble, and then making his way to his bedroom with his cock still deep inside you.
“Let’s get you some sleep, hm?” he whispered softly, placing another kiss on your temple as he lowered you slowly on his bed. He hissed as he pulled out, his softening cock twitching when you fluttered at the movement. You hummed absentmindedly at his words, eyes fluttered shut.
Eddie kneeled down in front of you and picked the first piece of clothing he laid his eyes on, and gently dragged it through your folds, cleaning you with as delicately as he could.
“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered softly when you racked a sob and twitched under his hands. “Almost done, yeah?”
When he was done, he leaned over and brought a finger under your chin, pulling you in for a soft, quick kiss. He climbed up beside you and pulled you flush against his chest, kissing the top of your head while he got himself comfortable.
“You feel better, sweetheart?”
There was a tender glimmer in his gaze when he looked at you.
You were already gone.
Eddie chuckled under his breath and kissed your temple one last time before closing his head and following you to the land of the dreaming.
so i’m alive.. i’ve been gone for idek how long but i’m assuming over a month. i hurt my leg, an old injury has come back with vengeance 🫶🏻 i had a tiny bit of relationship issues, family problems, all the bullshit you can think of.
and during that time i honestly lost a lot of my spark for writing, i had zero motivation to do anything or write anything, kinda fell out of the stranger things fixation too (it’s a man’s fault it’s always a man’s fault) but i’m hoping i can start making small comebacks. of course nothing is guaranteed, but i’m gonna try my best to be a tiny bit consistent.. not proof reading any of this because i had a very wild night and i’m hungover thank you and good day/night
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. people send in an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
thank u so much for tagging me, @beasbrain!! this is my first tag game so i'm very excited >⩊<
bestfriend!eddie x reader
mechanic!eddie x housewife!reader (reader is cheating on her husband with eddie as she should)
potential angst with jester!eddie x scribe or royalty reader i don't know. this is a heavy wip
eddie nsfw hcs which is also heavily a wip because my brain cannot function properly
tagging my moot! @5lutforeddie
request from @thesmirkingcranium hope you enjoy <3
a/n: reader is ftm as requested! just so everyone knows ˆᵕˆ
cw: protected sex, oral (eddie giving), penetration, riding, fluffy eddie being inloveeee! lmk if i missed anything ꨄ︎
you were heading home from university for a small break before finals actually busted your ass. you just wanted to be able to breathe a little before having to worry about studying again. you hadn't gotten to really spend any time with eddie lately, so you were super excited to see him again. you pulled up to the trailer to see eddie already outside setting on the steps with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and some kind of take out from a place you liked. you parked your car and got out as fast as humanly possible, immediately making a b-line to go wrap your arms around him. eddie enveloped you in a tight, warm embrace, kissing the top of your head "missed you so much" he mumbled into your hair. you smiled and stared up at him. "missed you too, ed's" he gave you the flowers, smiling sheepishly. you took them and your smile only got bigger. "these are beautiful, ed's, thank you." you two finally went inside. you grabbed a jar and filled it with water from the sink before gently putting the flowers inside of it. you walked back into the living room and sat beside eddie, him opening the takeout plates, gently pushing yours towards you "you're the best.. i really needed this after the shit i've had to deal with," you looked up at him with appreciation. he let out a small huff of laughter. "that bad?" he questioned. you nodded. "yeah, i'm trying to be positive but its hard, my grades haven't really been the best lately" you finally dug into the food, humming at the flavor. "even if your grades haven't been the best, you're like literally the smartest person i know" your eyes narrowed at him, he held his hands up in defense "im serious, sweetheart. you know i don't lie to you" you sighed softly, chewing and swallowing your food before speaking. "i know you're serious.. it's just hard to let myself believe it when my head says the opposite," eddie nods. "i get it.. you don't needa be so hard on yourself though. i'm sure you'll ace your finals" you let yourself just relax a moment and trust him. even if you didn't pass he'd be there for you to pick you up and dust you off so he could make you try again.
awhile after you two finish eating, you gaze over at him and scoot closer. he wrapped an arm around you and kissed you on the side of your head. you looked up at him and smiled, placing your lips onto his. soft and plush, like always. you stand up and grab eddie's hand, trying to get him to stand too. eventually he does, and you smile slyly at him, pushing him to the wall. “i missed you a lot, eddie” he grinned. “yeah?” you nodded. “yeah.” he leaned down a bit, kissing you with a mixture of miss and love eddies hands drift down to your sides then your hips squeezing gently. an idea pops in your head that you can’t seem to resist “y’know what.. i think you need to earn it” eddie's head tilted like a dog “earn it? what exactly does that entail, sweetheart?” you smirked and gripped the hem of your shirt, pulling it off. “if you can chase me..” your hands, then went down to your jeans, popping the button open and unzipping them, pulling them off. “and if you can catch me.. then we can do whatever you want.” eddie felt his face get hot letting out a nervous laughter “oh you’re bad, you’re real bad” you give a small shrug and smile “that’s why you love me so much, duh” you grabbed your shirt and threw it at him. “so catch me, dork” and you started running around the trailer. eddie felt froze for a moment unsure of what to do “..fuck it” he then took his shirt and pants off too also leaving him in his boxers and he began to chase you around.
you two run around the house for a few minutes until you run into the kitchen, and he has the opportunity to corner you. he grabs you, picking you up and carrying you into the bedroom, letting you gently fall against the bed. he leans on top of you, kissing down the side of your face, to your jaw, then to your neck. "'m so wet f'you, ed's" you mumbled softly against his hair. he couldn't hold back the smirk creeping across his face. he tugged your boxers down, kissing down your hip to the heat between your legs. "i love you so much" he whispered against your skin. "missed tastin' you" he mumbled as he gently flicked his tongue across your bud, swirling his tongue around it. you let out a soft moan, hands immediately going to his hair to brush through it. "love you too, ed's.." his hands coming around to grip your thighs. he swirled his tongue around your sensitive bud, savoring the taste of you on his tongue after so long. he let out a satisfied moan, diving back in for more. he loved the way you felt against his tongue, the way he could feel you twitch and squirm beneath him when his tongue ran over a particularly sensitive spot. your back arched off of the bed, throwing your head back onto the pillow "god, eddie.." he hummed against you. "i know, sweetheart, i know" you never understood how he got so good at this, how he made you feel like your entire body was on fire just from a flick of his tongue. your hand tugged on his hair, letting out fits of whimpers and moans as you felt yourself inching closer to that deep feeling in your stomach. "e-eddie—" he just nodded, swirling and lapping at your bud just so "that's it, sweetheart" he soothed. "c'mon, cum f'me" your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging harder on it as your moans got louder "e-eddie- jesus christ-" you felt that tightness build up and up until it finally let go. a loud moan of eddie's name came out of your mouth as you met your climax, legs shaking a little bit. just how he always liked you to be. he smiled, pushing himself up and just staring down at you with love, admiration— everything all and above.
you sat up suddenly, pushing him so he'd be lying on his back. he looked up at you confused for a solid few seconds till he saw you lean over the bed to reach into the side drawer, grabbing a condom wrapper out and opening it. you straddled him with your back facing him as you gently slid the condom onto his shaft, his tip an angry red and already dripping. "oh? i can get down for this.." he snaked his hands to your hips, letting them just lay there. "yeah? hope you are" you teased before slowly lowering yourself down onto him, letting out a soft moan at finally feeling his cock after so long. eddie sucked in a sharp gasp, his hands squeezing your hips by reflex. you softly began to bounce on his cock, a slow steady pace that was already driving the both of you crazy. "f-fuck, that's it, love.. that's it" eddie groaned, his nails slightly digging into your hips. he helped you slightly by bucking his hips up, making you moan out at the feeling. "you sound so good.." eddie murmured, throwing his head back against the pillow "god you feel so fuckin' good" he always got so lovey having sex, especially if you two hadn't for awhile.. which you hadn't in this case. you began to grind as you came down onto his cock, whimpering at how it kept hitting that special spot that made you see stars. eddie pulled you down a little rougher than he meant to, causing you to let out an unintentionally loud moan, which even caught him a little by surprise. "shit— sorry, sweetheart" he sat up a bit, wrapping his arms around your waist for a second "get on your hands 'n knees f'me?" of course you obliged.
you shifted, getting off of his lap and instead getting on your hands and knees. eddie got behind you but gently pushed your upper back down for you to be face down ass up. "just like that— good" he praised. he guided his cock back inside of you, groaning at your velvety walls inviting him right in. his hands crept back to your hips, holding them tenderly. he set a steady rhythm, leaning down to press soft, open-mouthed kisses along your spine. "so good f'me, sweetheart.. you're mine y'know that? 'n i'm all yours." he started setting a deeper rhythm, making sure to be in a position to make you feel good especially, to hit that spot inside of you. "you're s'handsome.. best guy a man could ever ask for." he whispered in your ear, leaning down further to nibble at your neck. all you could do is just let out whimpers and moans of his name, already feeling your climax build again just because of how he was talking to you. one of his hands slowly sneaked between your legs to that same bundle of nerves earlier, rubbing it in slow circles. "god- eddie!" you moaned out, gripping the covers so tight your knuckles were turning white. eddie's hips started to stutter, his movements becoming more erratic and frantic as he felt his own climax inching closer, "fuck, you're squeezin' me so tight, love" you couldn't help but to let out a frenzied moan, reaching around your back to grab his free hand and hold it. he interlocked his fingers with yours, gently holding it and squeezing it. "thas' it..." he moaned out, throwing his head back in ecstasy. he felt the heat in his lower stomach tighten further and further, until he finally finished, painting the inside of the condom white. after a few more thrusts you also met your climax, letting out a sharp moan, gripping his hand tighter.
eddie groaned "god— y'always squeeze me so tight when you— jesus christ..." he removed his hands from you, running a hand through his hair. he gently pulled out of you, gently removing it his shaft from the condom, tying it up and throwing it in the trash. finally he laid beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist, head buried in the crook of your neck. "missed you so much." you, still breathless, replied to him "missed you too, ed's" you both laid in each other's company after that, eventually both of you dozed off all cuddled up and warm, brains still fuzzy.
Summary: You're in charge of dropping off your sister Erica to her Hellfire Club that you have barely any idea about.
"Hellfire Club? Since when did you join that?"
"I didn't. The Henderson and Wheeler nerds invited me."
"Aren't you a bit young to be playing that game?"
"Aren't you a bit too old to not be playing that game?"
"Erica-"
"Can you just take me? Please?
Erica rarely begs, so she must want to go to the club really bad.
"Ok...who runs that club now anyway?"
"That guy everyone calls a 'freak'."
You stop what you're doing to look at Erica. "Eddie Munson's still kicking there?"
"You know Eddie Munson?"
"Not much. We had one class together. You can't forget someone like him, anyway...well, knowing who you'll be there with puts me at ease. I can take you."
"Yes!" Erica runs upstairs to get ready.
"No running!"
-
Being back at Hawkins High felt surreal.
"Never thought I'd see these walls again."
"Come on granny, club starts soon."
"A thank you would've been nice."
When Dustin and Mike walk you and Erica to the club room, you at least hope the room isn't completely full. You find nothing more embarrassing than walking in late to a full room.
Unfortunately for you, everyone else is already there and looking at you with curiosity. But Eddie's looking at you with something else.
"Sinclair? Holy shit." He gets up from his chair. "Are you the replacement?" He looks hopeful.
Dustin scratches the back of his neck. "No... Erica is."
"What?!"
You fight to hold back your laugh. "I'm just dropping her off because Dustin and Mike..."
You stop talking when you notice Dustin waving his hands and saying no behind you, which makes Eddie turn around then Dustin stops.
"...Because Erica wanted to be here?" You finish.
"What? That's bullshit! They were the ones who-" Dustin pulls Erica and takes her to sit down before she can say anything else. Eddie turns back around to look at you.
"And what about you? You could watch and learn from the cult of Vecna."
"I've got work in the morning, so..."
The other guys in the group boo.
"You have joined the dark side." Jeff says.
"It's killing your fun." Gareth adds.
You look away from them then back to Eddie, who looks at you proudly because of his friends.
"You've got a...very persuasive group here."
"Just wait until you see how persuasive their leader is. Maybe...stay awhile?" Eddie grins.
Neither of you say much to each other. The other guys exchange glances, and Erica rolls her eyes at the tension in the room.
"Fine, Munson. This is the last time you're persuading me to do anything."
"We'll see, Sinclair. We'll see."
As you watch the game unfold, you find yourself getting highly invested in it too. Without your knowledge, Eddie glances at you every now and then to make sure you're pleased with his club.
Your excitement increases to it's max when Erica rolls a D20 which makes Eddie's cheeks flush slightly.
When the club comes to an end, Dustin signals for everyone except you and Eddie to leave randomly.
"See you outside, Y/N!"
"What?! Hey Erica, come back!"
Eddie seems caught off guard to. "That was weird."
"Yeah like, super-"
When you turn around, Eddie is closer to you than you thought.
"Sorry, am I-?"
"No, you just startled me." You awkwardly laugh.
"I have a reputation of that."
You both share a bashful glance before looking off to the side.
"So uh...how's life outside of Hawkins High?"
"Working until I drop. And...you?"
"My uncle's working nights at the plant and I'm pretty much... Alone most of the time."
"You ever get lonely?"
Eddie looks at you with surprise. Not when his closet dorks have asked that.
"It's quiet... That's for sure." The room goes quiet for a bit. "How come you never joined the club?"
"I wasn't sure if it was my thing. And honestly I wasn't sure about you, either. I guess I just...scared."
"Do I satisfy you now?"
"Yeah...you do."
You and Eddie's staring session is interrupted when Erica barges in.
"Alright, enough flirting before I gag. Can we go home NOW?"
"You're a disrespectful little shit, you know that?" You tell her. Eddie smirks at a side of you he hasn't seen before.
"Thanks, I know." Erica sarcastically smiles before closing the door again.
"I'm sorry. I'd better go before Lady Applejack stabs me with her kukri. The club was nice, really. Thanks for the fun time."
Your hand is on the doorknob when his voice stops you.
"Hey...see you next Tuesday?"
"See you Tuesday, Munson."
Eddie watches you leave before returning to cleaning up the now silent room.
description: a soft and sweet eddie fic about crying too easily, feeling things too deeply, and finally being loved gently because of it instead of despite it.
pairing: eddie x gf!reader (fem!reader)
tags: eddie x you, no y/n, fluff, hurt/comfort, "sensitive" reader, emotional reassurance king, soft relationship dynamics, overapologizing, subtle angst, happy ending
TW: angst, anxious/insecure themes, mention of evil ex
WC: 2.2k
A/N: requested by @beansboop i hope you enjoy! just some gentle hurt/comfort to get this week started:) reblogs are always apprecited <33
also, thank you thank you THANK YOU for all of the love on Wishbone! part 2 shall be out soon;)) love ya!!
The first time your ex called you exhausting, he did it in front of his friends, as if it were a joke.
You had been sitting in the Hawkins High parking lot after one of his basketball games, knees tucked to your chest in the passenger seat while he smoked a cigarette out the window.
You don’t even remember what upset you anymore. Something small, probably. Maybe he forgot your plans. Maybe he snapped at you after a bad game. Maybe one of his friends made a comment that stung more than it should have.
Whatever it was, your eyes had gotten glossy, your voice quiet in that humiliating way it always did when you were trying not to cry. And he laughed. Like, actually laughed.
“God damn,” he muttered, leaning back against the driver’s seat. “You are so sensitive.”
His friends snickered from outside the car, where they stood passing around beers.
You remember shrinking instantly. “I’m not trying to start anything,” you said quickly, immediately trying to fix it. “Forget it.”
“No, because every little thing turns into this whole emotional production with you.” He shook his head with this incredulous smile, as if you were impossible to understand. “It’s exhausting.”
That word lodged itself somewhere awful inside your chest. “Exhausting.” “Too emotional.” “Too sensitive.” “Too much.” “Grow up.”
After that, you started noticing how often people acted inconvenienced by your feelings. Your friends sighing when you got quiet after being teased too hard.
Being called dramatic when something genuinely hurt your feelings. Getting told to “lighten up” when jokes crossed lines nobody else seemed to notice.
Eventually, you adapted. You learned how to swallow hurt before anybody could see it. You learned how to laugh when people embarrassed you. You learned how to cry silently.
And worst of all, you learned how to apologize for having feelings before anyone even asked you to. By the time you broke up with your ex and started dating Eddie, you had perfected pretending things didn’t bother you, which was difficult because Eddie noticed everything.
It starts small.
You’re sitting with him and the Hellfire boys in the cafeteria one afternoon, tucked quietly against Eddie’s side while he argues dramatically with Dustin over some campaign detail. You mostly just listen, occasionally smiling when Eddie gets especially animated.
Then Gareth says something. Nothing cruel, technically, just teasing. “You always this quiet,” he asks you with a grin, “or is Munson holding you hostage?”
The table laughs. You smile automatically because that’s what you’re supposed to do, but Eddie feels it.
The tiny way your body pulls inward. The way your fingers stop moving against your lunch tray. The way your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes anymore. And then, almost like instinct, you make yourself smaller.
“He's not,” you say softly before anyone can even react. “I’m just tired.” You say it like an apology.
Eddie’s eyes flick to you immediately. He doesn’t say anything then. Doesn’t embarrass you by making it a bigger deal.
He just throws an arm over the back of your chair and smoothly changes the subject, loud enough to redirect everyone’s attention somewhere else.
But later, when he’s driving you home with one hand lazily resting on your thigh, he asks quietly:
“People give you shit for being quiet a lot?”
You stare out the window. “Not really.”
“You know I can tell when you’re lying, right?”
That almost makes you smile. “It’s not a big deal,” you mumble.
Eddie glances at you briefly before looking back at the road. “Didn’t say it was.”
A few weeks into dating Eddie, everyone starts noticing the same thing: He’s obsessed with you.
Not in a casual high school boyfriend way, either. No, Eddie hovers.
Always touching you somehow. Hand on your knee under the table. Fingers hooked through your belt loops.
Pulling you into his lap at movie nights like it’s instinct instead of thought. Looking at you constantly, no matter the circumstance. And honestly, it confuses people a little. Because you’re quiet.
Sweet, yeah. Pretty in that soft sort of way that sneaks up on people. But shy enough that most people at Hawkins High never really knew what to do with you. You spent more time listening than talking, smiling politely while louder personalities swallowed entire rooms whole.
One Friday night, you’re all crammed into Steve's living room for movie night. Robin’s upside down in the armchair, Dustin and Mike are fighting over snacks on the floor, and Nancy’s trying to get everyone to shut up long enough to actually start the movie while Steve complains dramatically about people getting grease on his couch.
You’re tucked into Eddie’s side on the floor, knees pulled close to your chest while his arm hangs lazily around your shoulders; it’s nice.
Until Robin snorts at something you say. It isn’t even intentionally mean, either.
“You apologize a lot, you know that?” she says casually, reaching for popcorn. “Like… a weird amount.”
Heat crawls up your neck instantly. “Oh,” you laugh softly. “Sorry.”
Robin bursts out laughing. “See? You literally just did it again.”
Steve groans. “Jesus, now I'm noticing it too.”
“It’s like a reflex,” Robin says, still giggling. “Like one of those little dogs that shakes all the time.”
Everyone laughs lightly. Not cruelly or maliciously, but your stomach drops anyway. Because suddenly every apology you’ve said all night feels humiliating. Every sentence is replaying in your head too loudly.
Your ex’s voice echoes automatically. Exhausting.
You shrink without realizing it, curling a little tighter into yourself. And immediately, Eddie notices. His laughter dies first, eyes flicking down toward you, brows pulling together slightly.
You feel him squeeze your shoulder gently. “You okay, sweetheart?”
Every instinct you have screams at you to fix it before you make things awkward, so you smile.
“Yeah,” you say softly. “I’m okay.” Eddie watches you for another second, like he can see the exact moment you tucked the hurt away.
The room moves on quickly after that. Robin starts arguing with Steve about the movie choice, Dustin throws popcorn at Mike, and the conversation shifts naturally.
But Eddie stays quieter, his thumb rubbing absent little circles against your shoulder for the rest of the movie. And later, when everyone’s distracted in the kitchen, digging through Steve’s fridge for drinks, Eddie catches your wrist gently before you can follow after them.
“Hey.”
You glance up. “Hm?”
“You sure you’re alright?”
Your stomach twists instantly because he’s asking genuinely. “I’m fine,” you insist softly.
Eddie tilts his head slightly. “Robin hurt your feelings.” It isn’t a question.
You immediately shake your head too fast. “No, she didn’t mean anything by it.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
You blink at him. And there’s no accusation on his face, just this quiet patience that makes something uncomfortable tighten in your chest. Because most people don’t notice when your feelings are hurt. Or they do notice, and act like it’s ridiculous.
But Eddie notices and treats it like it matters. Even now, he keeps his voice gentle. “Did it upset you?”
You stare down at your hands. “No, it’s fine, really. Promise.”
He steps closer then, hands settling carefully on your hips. “You know what I think?” he says quietly.
“What?”
“I think you spend a lotta time trying to convince people you don’t have feelings.”
Your throat tightens. Because he says it like he already knows the answer, like he’s been watching you fold yourself smaller and smaller since the day he met you.
The fight starts over nothing, which somehow makes it worse. Eddie had canceled plans. Not even completely, just pushed them back a couple of hours.
He was supposed to come over after Hellfire, but the campaign ran long, and then Gareth’s car broke down, and suddenly it’s nearly ten o’clock and Eddie’s climbing through your bedroom window apologizing breathlessly while you sit curled up on your bed pretending you hadn’t been waiting by the window for over an hour.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he says immediately. “Everything got fucked up.”
And logically, you understand that, you do. But disappointment had already settled heavily in your chest hours ago, and once feelings land there, they stay.
You shrug lightly instead. “It’s okay.”
Eddie pauses halfway through taking off his jacket. That tone.
“You sure?”
“Mhm.”
He studies you carefully for a second. “You’re upset.”
“No, I’m not.”
Lie. A painfully obvious one, at that.
Eddie sighs softly, moving closer. “Baby.”
“It’s seriously fine.”
Except now your voice has that awful tightness in it, the one you get when you’re trying too hard to sound normal.
Eddie notices immediately. “Hey,” he says gently. “Talk to me.”
You stare hard at your comforter instead. Because you want to. You want to tell him your feelings were hurt.
That you missed him. That you spent the last hour convincing yourself not to cry over something stupid. But experience has taught you what happens when you do that.
People get irritated. People think you’re dramatic. People get tired.
So instead, you swallow it, again. “It doesn’t matter,” you mumble.
Eddie’s brows knit together. “Clearly it does.”
You shake your head quickly. “No, seriously, it’s fine.”
His expression shifts slightly at that. “What?”
“It’s fine,” you repeat quietly. “I shouldn’t care so much, anyway.”
Something flashes across his face then. Not anger exactly, something more towards frustration. But not at you, at whatever invisible thing keeps making you do this.
“Can you stop doing that?” he says suddenly.
You blink. “Doing what?”
“This.” He gestures vaguely between you. “Agreeing with me immediately so we don’t actually talk about anything.”
Your stomach twists instantly. “I’m not—”
“Yes, you are.” Eddie runs a hand through his curls roughly now, pacing once beside your bed. “Every time something bothers you, you act like you’re not allowed to feel it.”
You shrink a little automatically. “I just don’t wanna start problems.”
“That’s not starting problems!” His voice rises without meaning to, causing you to flinch instantly.
His face falls a little, but now you’re already spiraling internally, heartbeat climbing too fast.
“It’s fine,” you say quickly, nodding before he can continue. “It’s really nothing! I’m just being dramatic and—”
“Jesus Christ.” The words snap out sharper than he intends, and you go silent immediately.
Your eyes gloss over instantly, but you’re still trying so hard to keep yourself together that it almost hurts him to watch.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper.
Eddie stares at you in disbelief. “Why are you apologizing?”
You shrug helplessly, arms wrapping around your stomach now.
“I just do! I get it, I do it too much.”
The sentence comes out so small and so, so practiced. Like something you’ve been told too many times.
Eddie feels sick. “Sweetheart…”
“It’s okay,” you rush out before he can continue. “Seriously, I know I get upset over dumb stuff, and I’ve been trying really hard not to—”
“Hey.” His voice softens immediately. “No. Stop.”
But now that you’ve started, it all comes pouring out. “My ex used to say I made everything into a huge emotional thing,” you admit shakily, eyes fixed on the floor. “And my friends always acted annoyed when I got upset, so I’ve really been trying not to be like that anymore—”
Your voice cracks. “I know it’s probably exhausting.”
“Baby,” he says quietly, horrified. “Who the fuck convinced you that having feelings makes you exhausting?”
You wipe angrily at your face before tears can fall, embarrassed now.
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
And you do. Every eye roll. Every sigh. Every laugh. Every “it’s not that serious.”
Eddie kneels in front of you then, hands settling carefully on your knees. “You listen to me right now,” he says softly but firmly. “Feeling things deeply does not make you too much.”
Your lip wobbles immediately.
“It doesn’t make you dramatic. It doesn’t make you childish. And it sure as hell doesn’t make you hard to love.”
The first tear slips down your cheek, and Eddie wipes it away instantly with his thumb.
“I got frustrated because I want you to tell me when something hurts,” he admits quietly. “Not because I think your feelings are annoying.”
And there’s no irritation on his face anymore. Just concern, guilt, and this overwhelming softness like he’s terrified you think he sees you the way other people did.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” he murmurs. “I never want you thinking you gotta earn the right to feel things around me.”
That completely undoes you. A sob catches in your throat before you can stop it, and Eddie immediately moves, pulling you into him so fast you barely process it.
“C’mere,” he whispers, wrapping both arms tightly around you.
You hide your face in his shoulder while you cry, mortified, but Eddie just holds you closer. “No more pretending you’re okay when you’re not,” he says quietly into your hair. “Not with me.”
Your fingers curl weakly into the back of his shirt. “I’m trying,” you whisper tearfully.
“I know.” He presses a kiss against your temple. “And you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”
dividers by @strangergraphics
hope you all enjoyed a little sweetness:) until the next one xoxo<3
apologies for disappearing!! i’ve been having migraines due to some stresses going on in life (;´ - `;) but i'm doing better now! so here’s a short lil somethin while i work on other stuff:)
eddie with a partner who has an oral fixation.. yessir
the moment eddie found out you actually love having his dick in your mouth? it’s very difficult for him to not get hard around you, because all he’s thinking about is your plush lips wrapped around his length.
all he can think about is how warm your mouth is, how welcoming it is, how you whine and moan all because you just love having a cock in your mouth, more specifically, how you love having eddie’s cock in your mouth.
he’ll grip your hair or even your head. Sometimes, if he’s pent up, he pushes your head down, makes you take more. his stomach feels all tingly when you gag or choke on him.
and sometimes, if you pissed him off on purpose, wanting him to be rough? he’ll fuck your mouth without a single care in the world, and you love it every single time.
if it's a day where he's more subby? be prepared for lots of whining, lots of squirming, lots of begging. he actually likes being overstimulated, but he would never admit that to you. he loves how his skin feels on fire, how it feels like too much but at the same time he can't get enough of it.
if you like the film 'the lost boys' this may or may not be for you 😗
summary: eddie reincarnates as a vampire and is tasked with bringing you to the dark side 🦇
(let me know if you guys would like a part two!)
after the death of your boyfriend eddie munson, nothing seems bright in your dull life anymore.
on most nights, you still get the flashbacks of how you and dustin found him. the moments where he was fighting to cling to life, drenched in his own blood. the last moments he spent sacrificing himself for you and dustin, and letting you both know he loved you until his last breath.
this night is no different. you shoot up out of bed after a usual detailed nightmare. you turn on your dim lamp to go through your drawer for your sleeping pills. you've lost count to how many you've chucked into your system since you started grieving.
"can you turn that off, sweetheart?"
your fight or flight is fucking useless because all you can do is freeze up and slowly turn your head towards your closet door. the slight crack of it reveals eyes that are slightly yellow but glowing enough for you to see. you're already prepared to run like hell out of there until your lamp shuts off against your will. when you finally get some strength to run, you're immediately grabbed and pinned to the wall near your window. you try to scream but a cold ringed hand is placed over your mouth.
the moonlight coming in from your open curtains reveals who you're looking at. your boyfriend that you thought was dead was standing right in front of you. he looks miraculously untouched. when he sees your eyebrows unfurrow, he removes his hand from your mouth to the wall above you, and his other one in his pocket.
"did you miss me?"
you bring a hand to his cheek.
"you're so cold, eddie. and you- you died. how- it's not possible." your voice is the most broken it's ever been in front of him.
he brings his cold hand to your cheek.
"anything is possible, my love. anything."
despite your reasonable confusion, it doesn't hold you back from letting him tangle his fingers in your hair and kiss you. his tongue teases your lips and mouth any way he wishes. his newfound strength presses you against the wall and doesn't give you any room to fight. when he finally pulls away, he props your chin up with his fingers.
"it really is you, eddie."
"in the flesh sweetheart. or yours."
"i don't understand eddie...how? when did you-?"
"after the bats. my flesh gave up on me. it was weak. but my soul was released into the void and up for grabs so...met some friends who brought me back."
"friends? eddie, you have those. you've always had them. what kind of friends are you talking about?"
he departs from you to pace around the room in careless thought.
"well, there's dwayne, paul, marko. oh, and david. the big guy. then we've got michael who's definitely hooking up with star who's also david's girlfriend. even though they both deny it that's totally bullshit. oh, and we have her brother laddie. little greasehead that we look after."
eddie stops pacing and turns to face you again. you can't help but feel a tinge of jealousy in your heart. "wow...feels like you've built a whole new life. or found one..."
"now, now. no need to be jealous." eddie approaches you again. "you're still my favorite and only girl." he holds you up against the wall to kiss your neck. his tongue peaks out to glide steadily across your neck. whatever suspicions and doubts you have leave your hazy mind for the moment. at one point in the kiss, eddie grazes his fangs up your neck.
"shit eddie, what is that?"
"just enjoy this, sweetheart. it's nothing."
eddie grips your ass to take you to your bed and place you down which causes your nightgown to ride up. "may i?" with your consent, eddie pulls down your panties and admires your pussy in the moonlight. he places his nose in between your folds and inhales deeply with a satisfied groan. "you seem due for lady death to come soon. don't you worry sweetheart, it won't stop anything for me." you can't help but wonder why eddie's so pleasingly filthy. you don't get to stray on that thought for long because eddie licks a stripe up your bud.
"ah! shit." eddie's hold on your hips is harsh as he's eating you out so passionately that his lips smack anytime they leave your pussy. he's moaning into your pussy because it satisfies him to please you. his moans cause vibration to your pussy which makes your legs clamp around him. "missed this pussy so fucking much." you don't even care to suppress the sounds you're making.
eddie's smacking and groaning only gets more filthy when he begins to smell that you're about to come and that lady death is on her way. your hips begin to grind his tongue just like old times. "ugh! shit, eddie!"
he triples down by sucking harshly on your bud which makes you cum embarrassingly quick. you feel something else wet trickle out with your cum that makes eddie sniff your pussy again. "there she is."
eddie slips his tongue in your pussy to lap up the blood and cum. you're so sensitive and he loves it. when he's done licking up as much blood as he can, he kisses your bud and playfully grazes his fangs against it which causes you to giggle.
eddie comes up to reveal the mess you've made on his face but he leaves to your bathroom to clean himself up. as he's gone, your brain begins to leave it's haze.
why is eddie really back?
when eddie returns to the bedroom, he notices the moonlight becoming less prominent. his confident demeanor shifts into one of panic. "shit."
before you can ask any more questions, he's already coming to say goodbye to you with a forehead kiss. "i can't explain right now love, but i've got to go." he looks at you with the same look he used to. a look so human.
"i love you."
you kiss his hand with tears in his eyes. "i love you."
eddie walks away, and once he's down the hall, he vanishes into thin air.
you walk out into your hallway, looking for him with a crushing amount of hope. all you receive is the small, lonely echo of your own voice.
you have an "irrational" (as eddie calls it) attraction to eddie's chest, stomach, and torso.
eddie will be rambling to you about his interests like the hot nerd he is, but he stops mid sentence when he sees you staring at his midsection (and groin.)
"really, y/n?"
you give him a sorry that ends up being half assed because you end up doing it again without really meaning to.
"i'm trying to talk and my girlfriend's looking at me like i'm a sex doll. unbelievable."
-
eddie's working on his van and it's scorching hot. he gets fed up of being too dressed up and takes off his iconic fit until he's left in a white tank top.
your hormones embarrassingly make you feel hotter as if you needed that right now.
"uh, i'm gonna go get us a drink."
"okay sweetheart, i'll have a-"
but he looks up from his van to see that you're already back inside before he could finish his sentence.
-
you're both in his bed watching tv but you couldn't care less about what's on the screen right now. you're laying on eddie's tummy and it's internally driving you crazy.
without a word you slowly lift up his shirt just enough to the point his belly is exposed. eddie feels the cold air hit him and it makes him laugh.
"hey hun, what are you- oh shit."
you lick a long stripe up the middle of eddie's tummy, and it tenses up from the sensation.
"damn sweetheart, what's gotten into you?"
your tongue roams everywhere on his belly, and eddie never imagined he'd actually like something like this. his erection begins to press in between your breasts. when you pull away, eddie's clearly flustered.
"that was uh...you should do that again sometime..."
you pull his shirt back down and move up to put your chin in the crook of his neck.
