summary: out of all the girls Eddie could like, of course he'd pick Jason Carver's girlfriend. He kept ignoring the warnings, and now he's in too deep.
tags: Eddie x fem!reader, pining!Eddie, friends to lovers, requited love but both parties are idiots, Dustin trying to talk sense into Eddie, cw for Jason being a misogynistic asshole, song fic, pure fluff, slow burn ish, oneshot
☆ word count: 6.5K+ (she's worth it i promise) ☆
It's sprialed out of control. Eddie knows that now.
It's as if he's been struck by lightning, the realization jolting him awake when your fingers deftly brush against his whilst you pass over the chemistry pop quiz. The touch lasts for less than two seconds, accompanied by a friendly smile and a quiet "good luck" thrown in, but it's enough for him to falter and almost let the paper slip from his fingers.
It reminds him of the first time you two met, late after school - you because of cheerleading practice, him because of detention.
Eddie was exhausted. Having shown up late to school with mismatched socks and his roleplaying notebook forgotten by the driver's seat of his van - not that it mattered anymore, considering he had to cancel tonight's session due to detention - he swore that the world was out to get him.
It was half past five and the spring rain was unrelenting, the pitter patter of water droplets against glass windows drowning out all other noise. Eddie scowled, not even the weather was on his side today. He'd have to make a run for it to his car, with nothing more than a floppy notebook to hold over his head.
His footsteps faltered, however, when he heard a feminine voice swear followed by the clattering of metal. Peeking his head around the corner, he was met with none other than the sight of you struggling to open up your locker, delicate fingers fumbling with the lock desperately.
"Oh for fuck's sake." you swore, trying the combination again and pulling the lock with all your strength to no avail. Dropping your duffel bag onto the floor, you tried again, this time grasping the metal lock with both your manicured hands.
No luck.
Sighing, you dropped your arms and fell forward onto your locker head first, before perking up and looking around for someone to ask for help - perhaps a janitor would know how to deal with this. Your eyes met Eddie's, and his eyes widened in an instant (fearing the worst, being caught staring wordlessly at one of the most popular girls in school) but your eyes lit up with recognition and joy.
"Hey! Eddie, right?" you called out, waving him over.
You knew his name? Eddie was simultaneously flattered and shocked, considering you two were separated by several stratospheres in the popularity pyramid. He was in your Advanced Physics class junior year before he dropped down to regular Physics, and even then you sat by the front row with the rest of the cheerleading squad whilst he doodled in his notebooks at the back.
"Do you think you could try opening up my locker for me? I left some important notes in there and my European History test is tomorrow, so I really need them." you sheepishly added, leaning against your locker. Eddie hesitated for a few seconds - was this a trick? Why were you being so nice to him? Why was the smile on your face so pure and so genuine, never once faltering?
Ignoring the sirens going off in his mind, he wordlessly nodded and walked up to your locker.
"The combination is 8-1-8-2."
He spun the dials around and tugged at the lock, but it remained stuck. He tried again, being extra careful to spin the numbers to the exact digit this time, but it still didn't budge.
"Nothing?" you questioned anxiously, peeking over from behind his shoulder. Eddie just grinned at that, hand flying to his jean front pocket to fish out an extra hairpin.
"Maybe not. Hold on."
Bending the metal pin straight, he fumbled with the little hole at the bottom of the lock, until a satisfying 'click' rang out. He was then able to finally unhook the lock and open it up to the contents of your locker - textbooks and folders spilling with notes neatly piled up at the bottom, with a Dior perfume, tube of lipstick and a jar of gummies sitting on the top shelf.
He was about to make a lighthearted joke about the gummies when the joke died in his mouth at the warm sensation of your arms wrapping around his waist, face buried in his shirt as you joyously embraced him.
"YES! Thank you so much, Eddie, you are a lifesaver!"
The sudden burst of affection was totally foreign to him and his senses were going haywire - overwhelmed at how your hair was tickling his exposed skin, your sweet scent (notes of caramel, honey and vanilla) evident but not too strong from this proximity. He fumbled over what to do with his arms, not knowing what was appropriate to do, before awkwardly settling on patting your back with his left hand.
"It's uh, no big deal." he managed to stutter out, small grin on his lips. A grin far outshined by the massive one on yours, bubbly laughter flowing as you quickly dug out the notes from your locker before slamming it shut and locking it back up.
There was another foreign sensation now beginning to register in his brain. Warmth, pleasant fires kindling in his lower stomach, an ache in his chest to have you close to him again. And his next sentence was blurted out before he could even think through all the repercussions.
"Do you need a ride home? Since it's raining and all."
"Yeah! That'd be great."
Following the locker incident, you began to wave at him and exchange quick greetings with him in the hallways. It was a minor change, a verbal acknowledgment instead of silent smiles and polite nods, but that didn't stop others from giving Eddie dirty looks. After all, why was the most popular girl in school giving any time of her day to the resident school freak?
Truth be told, he didn't understand it either. But he wasn't going to complain either, only returning the gestures wholeheartedly. This amicable state of acquaintance - knowing each other's names and being friendly, but never crossing the line into friendship - was broken less than a week later, when he was sitting in Mr.Wilson's office and being lectured about how he really needed to get his grades up.
"I've assigned you a tutor. She's one of my star students and she's kindly agreed to tutor you for free, so please do show up on time and try." the elderly man sighed under his breath, pushing his metal rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose before shuffling through a stack of papers.
"Her name's (Y/n). I'll leave the specifics of the arrangement up to the two of you, but the expectation is one session every week or two. Understood?"
"Understood, sir."
So here he was now. Standing in front of your house, double checking the address scribbled down hurriedly onto his notebook for the hundredth time, agonizing over what to do. Should he knock? Ring the door bell? He was a few minutes early, maybe it'd be best to just wait for you outside-
"Hi there!" you exclaimed, throwing open the door excitedly, making him jump back in surprise. "Come on in, we can go up to my room."
Your hands were preoccupied with drying your wet hair with a towel - it looked as if you had just emerged from the shower, the thought of which made his throat dry, a dirty sight he had to immediately scrub from his mind. Not that it worked particularly well, not when you were wearing an oversized Nirvana t-shirt that showed off your legs and the cheerleading shorts you had on hugged your thighs perfectly.
Carefully eyeing the living room and kitchen, he half expected for your parents to jump out and begin to interrogate him as to his identity.
"Are your... parents around?" he'd asked quietly, fingers anxiously twiddling by his sides. You shook your head sideways.
"My parents work out of state most of the time. My godfather drops by every few days though to make sure I'm fine though."
He raised his eyebrows at that, following behind you up the stairs.
"Doesn't that get lonely?"
You hummed, dabbing the last droplets of water from your forehead.
"I guess so. But Hopper - my godfather - has a lot of friends in the community so I get invited over to a lot of things. Plus cheerleading and school stuff keeps me pretty busy so it's not too bad."
You then pushed open the door to your bedroom with your shoulder, stepping backwards to let Eddie in first.
He marveled at how well organized your room was: sunflowers potted by the windowsill, a collection of vinyls leaning against a propped up vinyl record player playing a slow Whitney Houston song. White wardrobe pushed against the wall next to pastel pink drawers, makeup and skincare products neatly placed one after another.
Your cheerleading uniform was ironed and nicely draped over a cushy velvet chair, a full length body mirror with polaroids of you and your friends stuck to its sides on the white wooden frame.
You led him over to your study desk, pristine and white, and gestured to the chair to your left. He was still drinking in the sight of your room as you closed the door shut and hung your towel over the frame of your bed - which was complete with frilly lace sheets, pink and yellow cushions, bumblebee patterns stitched into the fabric.
In summary, Eddie thought, the whole room was so damn... clean and cute. A stark and sore contrast to his messy room, unfolded laundry everywhere and his walls crowded with his guitar and various metal band posters. He was just grateful now that he had insisted on doing the first session at your place instead of his.
"Everything okay?" you questioned, noticing his silence and awed expression. He blinked at you wordlessly at that, mind blanking in an instant.
"Yep! Amazing. Awesome, really. Just very stoked to get started on this exciting English Literature." he boasted, tapping his hand down on the thick textbook. You giggled at that, leaning against your chair.
"Listen, I know that Steinbeck and Fitzgerald aren't as exciting as Iron Maiden or Black Sabbath, but I promise you that there's a charm to these authors as well."
"You know about Iron Maiden and Black Sabbath?" Eddie perked up at that, pleasantly surprised. You rolled your eyes playfully, as if it was common knowledge.
"Duh, what else would I listen to whilst I jog? I can't say I'm as big of a fan as you, but I do listen to a bit of everything and metal is a cool genre."
It was his turn to chuckle, leaning forward onto the table to rest his head on his palms.
"You know, (L/n), you're not at all like what I'd expected you to be."
"What'd you mean by that, Munson?" you challenged, quirking up your eyebrows teasingly, his heart skipping a beat at the action.
"Nothing bad, I promise! Just, I don't know, your friends aren't as friendly or as cool as you."
You click your tongue at that, faux frown on your glossy lips.
"But aren't we friends? And you're plenty cool and friendly."
Friends. The word felt heavy on his tongue, goosebumps rising on his skin. Plus, you'd called him cool and friendly - by far the nicest thing any popular student had ever said to him. All logic flew out the window at that moment, walls tumbling down faster than the next words on his lips.
"Of course we're friends."
It was dangerous territory, a quiet voice was nagging him in the crevices of his mind that this was totally new and treacherous - accepting the friendship of the most popular and desired girl in school. The sirens were blaring in his head, red warning signs clouding his vision.
But Eddie consciously chose to turn the other way, running farther into your embrace.
"Cool. Glad to hear it, friend."
Once the initial hurdle was jumped over, the label of 'friends' hanging over you and Eddie, everything fell into place. Weeks flew by with tutoring sessions filled with inside jokes and excited ramblings, with Eddie taking every chance to insert a dirty joke in somehow to make you laugh.
He walked you from class to class at your insistence, your sharp glare at any staring passerbys enough to shut them up. Conversation was never awkward, there was plenty to talk about. His D&D sessions, the latest Metallica record, the next football game that Eddie would begrudgingly turn up to (but ultimately always would, just to be able to hug you in celebration afterwards).
It was all platonic, he told himself. Sure, he thought you were pretty and fun, but that didn't mean anything. He had it all under control, he reasoned, no, insisted. He was feigning igornace, arguing with his inner voice that it was all just excitement and nerves over having a friend who was popular.
"A lot on your mind?" you asked him a few months later, tongue swiping across the top of your ice cream, legs uncrossing underneath your cheerleading uniform.
You'd insisted on celebrating his first A in English Literature by going out for ice cream - "it's on me" you'd added, making it impossible to say no. It was a sizzling hot summer day and both of you were seeking refuge under the shade of a large willow tree, sitting on the roof of Eddie's van with him only a few inches separated from you.
'Yes.' Eddie wanted to say. 'I can't stop thinking about you.' he wanted to confess. 'I hear your laughter whilst I fold my clothes. I see you in the corner of my eyes everywhere I go, laying on my sofa with your legs dangling off the armrest, smiling at me in the rearview mirror from the backseat of my car.'
But he didn't say that.
"Not really. Just still reeling from the fact that I got an A." he joked, choosing to suppress his inner thoughts.
"Aw, well, you're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for, Eds. This is just the beginning, I know it."
Humming, he shot you a quick wink.
"I'll take your word for it, doll."
Both of you fell into a comfortable silence after that, until a loud shriek was heard from inside the ice cream store. A girl Eddie vaguely recognized from one of his classes was nodding fiercely and hugging her boyfriend close, making his eyebrows raise in piqued curiosity.
"Oh, probably just a promposal for the dance next week." you commented lazily, tongue flicking at the top of your cone.
"Are you... going?" Eddie tested the waters, eyes cautiously picking apart your reaction.
"Yeah, I am! Jason's being really difficult about the color palette we're matching as though. He wants pink and blue, I'd rather we do yellow and blue or pink and white."
Eddie's vision flashed white at the mention of Jason's name, bone chilling cold seeping through his chest.
"Jason as in... Jason Carver?"
You nodded, and the pain he felt upon seeing the fond smile that spread across your lips instantly felt worse than a million needle pricks at his heart.
"That's him. He can be kind of difficult at times but... he's my boyfriend and I love him, you know?"
Eddie knew he'd never have a chance with you. He never deluded himself into that fantasy, but now it was confirmed, written in clear black and white: you were taken. Not only that, but you loved Jason Carver. He was your boyfriend.
It made total sense. How had Eddie not noticed it before? Perhaps you had mentioned it to him previously, an off the cuff comment here and there, but Eddie wasn't listening carefully. Too intoxicated on your quiet giggles, too busy admiring the golden sunlight kissing your hairline.
It was impossible to prevent the smile from dissipating from his face, a forced grin instead replacing his genuine warm smile.
"Yeah. Makes sense, I guess."
"How about you, Eds?" you excitedly asked, slapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Anyone caught your eye that you want to take to the dance?"
It burned his mouth to respond, heart throbbing, fingers strained by his sides.
"Yeah, but uh... I don't think I'll be able to make it, so I'm not going to ask her."
You frowned at that and there were a few drops of strawberry ice cream hanging from your lips, which Eddie reached out to wipe away with his thumb instinctively.
"S-sorry." he muttered out, retracting his hand quickly as if he'd been burnt.
"Yeah, you better be." Jason barked out from behind Eddie, making him straighten up in alarm, not having heard Jason's car pull into the parking lot.
The jock glared at Eddie as he walked around to wrap a possessive arm around your waist, pulling you right against his figure. Your widening smile was unmissable, so was the way you kicked your legs forward in delighted joy when Jason suddenly swooped down and pressed a harsh kiss against your lips.
Eddie awkwardly averted his gaze as Jason continued to glare at the metalhead from over your shoulder, deepening the kiss possessively, his vice grip only loosening from your waist when you patted him on the back indicating that you needed air.
"Ready to go, babe?" Jason asked, not even missing a beat. You nodded, scrunching up the paper cup in your hands and throwing it away to the nearest bin.
"I'll catch you round?" you asked cheerfully, linking your hands with Jason and shooting Eddie a hopeful smile. The smart answer to give would've been to make up an excuse, to cut the friendship there and for good - especially with how Jason was steaming with anger next to you, blue icy eyes narrowing in on Eddie's figure.
There was a storm brewing, toxic smoke billowing into the air. But Eddie stood there, unwavering, only nonchalantly rolling back his shoulders and winking at you.
"Yep. See you round."
Jason's hatred for Eddie only intensified as time went on - you'd tagged along to a D&D session once and the jock found you leaning over Eddie mid-dice roll, metal ring clad fingers on top of yours as he guided you. Eddie waited for you after school whenever you had late practice to drive you back home, only for Jason to then pop out of nowhere and insist on driving you home (though he lived in the opposite direction from you).
"I don't fucking trust you, freak." Jason once spat the moment you ran off to the bathroom, leaving the two men to be standing around your locker. "I don't know what the fuck my girlfriend sees in you, but you better not be dragging her into any of your shit."
Eddie clenched his jaw, fists grasping and ungrasping by his sides in an attempt to control his anger.
"Relax, Carver. We're just friends."
Jason just rolled his eyes at that, stepping forward threateningly.
"Yeah, friends. Just don't get your dick hard thinking she's yours. She shouldn't be wasting her time on you anyways."
Eddie's blood boiled at the way the basketball player talked about you, wanting to control and dictate everything you did.
"She's not property for you to fucking control, jackass." he retorted, only succeeding in causing Jason's nostrils to flare with fury.
"I'm back, and I- Oh." you paused, noticing the tension lingering in the air and the defensive postures. "Is everything alright?"
The boys stared at each other silently, hatred still tinging the air, but it all melted into fake smiles on both their faces when turning to you.
"Yep." they both affirmed.
"Everything's... perfect. Just as it should be." Jason slowly drawled, eyeing Eddie up and down. It was a threat, an alarm bell ringing right by his ears. It dawned on Eddie that this was becoming unavoidable now, the mess that he was in, his love for you an unstoppable tornado.
It was incredibly reckless to continue to be friends with you. But god, it felt so damn good.
So out of selfish nature or not, Eddie didn't pull away. He chose to clutch on to you tighter, grit his teeth harder, damn all the consequences that would follow. He'd wander closer into the eye of the storm, wholeheartedly and willingly, all for you.
Though Jason wasn't silent about his unhappiness over your friendship with Eddie, you never let it affect you. So Eddie continued to be your friend, maybe even best friend at this point after six months, what in between Saturday movie nights and late evening talks on the bleachers after practice.
Eddie forced himself to be content with being your go-to platonic company: of helping you pick out a dress for your date with Jason whilst leaning against the headboard of your bed, carrying your things for you at school as you rushed to class after cheerleading practice, laughing with you over a pack of cheep bear in someone's backyard during a loud house party.
It hurt - doing all the things couples did, but under the label of friendship and under Jason's persistent gaze. After all, Eddie was the one to hold your hair back when you'd had too much to drink at the end of year summer party, helping to wipe your mouth with a stray towel and gently guiding a water bottle to your lips.
Your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, having ditched you the moment his fellow basketball players called him over. It made Eddie furious, how it seemed Jason only wanted you as a trophy to show off to the school before abandoning you in favor of his friends, but you seemed to be blind to it.
Besides, Eddie reasoned, who was he to intervene? Overall, you were happy, right?
The metalhead wasn't even in the bathroom with you for more than three minutes when Jason came pummeling through the door, chest heaving with anger upon having been told that you were seen stumbling into an empty bathroom with Eddie 'the freak' Munson.
The jock never said it - at least in front of Eddie - but it was clear that he suspected something more than friendship, you two always tilting dangerously close into romantic territory. Jason ordered Eddie out, insisting that you were in need of your boyfriend instead of him, and with a heavy heart Eddie sighed and wandered back into the party.
He still thought about you the rest of the night though, no matter how many jaegar bomb shots he downed.
Come autumn, and it wasn't just Jason who saw what was going on. At this point, you were beloved by everyone in the Hellfire Club and you'd even swung by Eddie's trailer multiple times. Wayne and the kids would all tease Eddie for his clear infatuation with you, which Eddie would vehemently deny, though he knew deep down they were right.
"So are you ever going to admit that you like her?" Dustin teased, knocking his shoulder into the older boy's.
They were sitting on the railings of the skate park, the boys having lost a game of rock-paper-scissors with Max to pick between going to the arcade or to the skate park. The redhead was busy coaching you on how to skate - your legs wobbly on the skateboard as Max held onto your arms, wide amused smiles on both your faces - whilst Lucas and Mike ran off to the corner store to get some water.
"What, (Y/n)?" Eddie tried to play dumb.
"Duh, who the hell else?" Dustin retorted, appalled that his friend would even try to feign ignorance.
Both boys picked up their heads at the sound of loud laughter, your back on the pavement as you seemingly fell, Max laughing so hard that she had tears in her eyes and was hunched over to clutch her stomach. The fond smile gracing Eddie's lips was instantaneous- you were always so good with the kids, they all adored you. The boys pestered you for gaming tips, Max and you bonded over music, Erica thought you were the "coolest adult" she knew.
It made Eddie fall even deeper for you, his heart now fully in the eye of the hurricane. You were ripping down all his walls, your laughter destructive and haunting. You left him dizzy and stumbling through the hallways, heart heavy with infatuation, lips aching to be on yours.
"There. Right there." Dustin commented, pointing right at Eddie's face. "You get that stupid grin on your face whenever she smiles or talks or shit, does anything really. We all have bets on when you're finally gotta make a move, so when are you?"
Eddie shoved off the curly haired boy, fingers scrambling to brush off the sleeves of his jacket in false boredom.
"For the millionth time, Henderson, she has a boyfriend. Said boyfriend, who by the way, hates me and frankly I don't feel like being a homewrecker." he spat, venom dropping from his voice at the thought of Jason. Letting out a short exhale, he flashed the younger boy a tired smile.
"Besides, we've been friends for like, what, over half a year now? The ship has sailed, I've got no chance."
"You're just saying that because you don't see the way she looks at you." the younger boy insisted. "Seriously. Friends don't look at each other like that."
Eddie had nothing to say to that, you looking up from the opposite site of the skate park to wave at the two boys with delight, which they both quickly returned. The fluttering in Eddie's stomach was easy to anticipate at this point, as was the heavy pang in his heart at the realization that Jason would be coming to pick you up in a short bit.
"She's just being nice, Dustin." Eddie muttered, running a shaky hand through his hair.
You looked ethereal whilst skating, so carefree, hair flowing in the wind as your knees bent and braced for the dip off the edge. Fading red orange sunlight accentuating the dip and curve of your facial features, autumn foliage stuck in your messy hair.
You'd come into his life, a tornado, and destroyed his whole being. He was wandering alone now, knees brushing up against green fields with nothing but trees surrounding him, but Eddie didn't mind.
So long as he got to continue to watch you smile like that.
Cut to the present, Eddie's mindlessly filling out the pop quiz, brain still fuzzy from your touch lingering over his skin, ghostly yet ever so present. The rest of the class flies by and it's the end of the school day, so Eddie quickly moves to shove his things into his bag, crushing all his paper notes with the haste with which he does so.
"Any plans for tonight?" you ask, tossing your bag over your shoulder.
It's Friday night, which to everyone else means parties and fancy dinners, but to Eddie it usually means going back to the trailer and watching a rerun of a shitty sitcom over a bowl of microwave mac and cheese. Not that he'll tell you that, though.
"Not really. Why, up for another spontaneous drive through town?" he teases, heart fluttering hopefully. You sigh and shake your head sideways.
"Can't - Jason's taking me out on a date, but... rain check for maybe next Friday?" you question, peeking up from your lashes.
"Sure, next Friday." the bitter smile and forced ambivalence to his tone is painful, but it's a dull ache he's made peace with at this point. "If anything changes, you know where to find me." Eddie jokes, cocking his head to the side.
And unexpectedly, things do change.
In the blink of an eye, it seems.
Eddie's mid-way through the rented copy of Evil Dead, hands stuck in a greasy bowl of popcorn as he lies chest down on the sofa, blue light from the television illuminating his tired face, until someone bangs against his trailer door furiously.
Jumping up at the sudden loud noise, he pauses the VHS tape, abandoning his bowl of popcorn on the couch before throwing open the door.
It's you, mascara running down your cheeks, arms crossed over your chest, clutching at your skin so harshly that the baby blue dress you're wearing bunches at your waist.
"I broke up with him." is the first thing you say, voice shaky, body still trembling. "He said some, fuck, awful things, Eds. Really awful things. I had no choice and I know it was the right thing to do but-"
Your voice breaks as another wave of tears overwhelms you.
"But then why does it still hurt?"
Eddie's quick to shush you and envelope you into his arms, not caring that your makeup is probably smudging against his shirt, his hands coming up to comfortingly cradle your head against his chest. Your body trembles with every sob that escapes your lips and Eddie presses a soft kiss to your hairline, wishing nothing more than to take your pain away from you.
His mind is whirring with a million different things to say to you, but your comfort is on the forefront of his mind above all.
"Hey... have you ever been to the park by Saint Street? You know, the one with the playground." he quietly suggests, pulling away slightly.
You look up at him, confused, wiping your eyes.
"I don't think so, why?"
Picking up the jean jacket thrown over his kitchen counter, he digs out his car keys from the side pocket and extends his left hand out for you to grab.
"Because. We should go. It's impossible to be sad at a playground."
It's a stupid thing to say, childish even, but it does the job of putting a smile back onto your face, your cold hands grasping his warm ones. It's a quick drive - no less than 15 minutes - but he can't help but look over at you at every intersection and red light, making sure that you're okay.
He jumps out first to open the car door for you before helping you climb over the metal fence - "no one comes by, I swear" he assures you - shaky feet meeting dead leaves and dirt, he's quick to tug you towards the swing set.
He refuses to let you talk - "play first, until you stop crying" - and he insists on pushing you on the swing as high as he can. He chases you down the slides then races you to the top of the jungle gym, drunk off of your bubbly laughter and the way your eyes twinkle in the moonlight.
Neither of you know how much time has passed before you two sit across from each other on the seesaw, ribs hurting from the lack of oxygen. You can faintly make out Eddie's features in the dark - moonlight illuminating his curls, amused grin on his handsome face (the same face you've been unable to stop thinking about for the past few months).
"So what'd Jason say?" Eddie asks, leaning forward. "But only if you wanna talk about it, of course." he clarifies.
You let out a slow exhale, nodding tiredly.
"No, no, you... you deserve to know. Jason was on edge at the restuarant - I didn't think much of it, he's always a bit on edge - but he just went crazy today. Like, the moment the waiter left he started screaming at me, accusing me of cheating on him."
"Cheating on him?" Eddie strains his neck with the speed with which he picks his head up to stare at you, wide mouthed. "You? You would never!"
You scoff at that, thumbs anxiously twiddling on your lap.
"I know. That's what I tried to tell him but he wouldn't hear it. Just kept on going and on about how I was clearly in love with-" you stop yourself then, the gravity of the situation falling into place like dominoes.
You just broke up with your boyfriend of nearly a year. You came to Eddie crying, showing up at his doorstep in a heartbeat. Now you two are staring at each other in the park, leaned over opposite sides of a fucking seesaw, pouring each other's feelings out into the chilly winter air.
"With who?" he furrows his eyebrows and you almost want to laugh at how oblivious he is. You suppose maybe you've been hiding it well - well enough for Eddie to not notice how your touch has always lingered a bit too long on his skin, how your head so easily found home in the crook of his neck, how you began to prioritize meeting up with him over your fellow cheerleaders.
But not well enough for Jason, eagle eyed and jealous, constantly hovering over your interactions with Eddie and deluding himself with the gossip around school that you'd gone further than that.
"You."
It's whispered, heart falling to the bottom of your stomach at the confession now lingering in the open, cold and heavy.
"M-me?" Eddie stutters, clearly taken back. You lick your lips, chapped and dry, your shaky breaths coming out in small whisps of white smoke.
"Yeah. Jason insisted that it was clear that I was cheating on him with you and that we were spending way too much time to be just friends, and he... he called me a lying slut. Straight up. Screamed that I was whore to my face, demanded to know how many times we fucked behind his back."
"W-we never even kissed!"
"Yeah, I know." you chuckle sadly, shaking your head sideways, blinking away new tears which spring to your eyes. "But Jason didn't believe me. I dumped him, left him with the check and... I don't know, didn't feel like going home to an empty house. And I just... all I could think about was how much I wanted to see you."
Eddie doesn't know what to say to that. So he takes the safe route, nodding sympathetically and flashing you a small grin.
"Well, I'm glad that you did. I hope me dragging you to the playground wasn't the wrong thing to do." he teases, attempting to lighten the heavy mood. It works, soft grin tugging at your face.
"Yeah it definitely wasn't. Coming here was perfect."
The night breeze blows against your bare shoulders and it hits you that you really aren't dressed for the outside. Even if winter is only beginning to slowly roll in, it's still chilly enough to see your breath in front of your eyes in puffs of smoke and you've been sitting still on this seesaw for a while. So Eddie steps off to shrug off his jacket, musky earth tones warming your senses as he places it carefully around your shoulders.
"Thanks." you mutter, fingers grasping the lapels of the fabric.
"Don't mention it." he responds, waving you off.
A few beats of silence pass and then you throw your head back, staring up at the night sky full of stars.
"You know, weirdly though, I'm kind of relieved."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Deep down, I knew it wouldn't last. Too many red flags, you know? I just keep on ignoring them because... I don't know, really. Don't like change."
"I get that."
"God, feelings suck." you chuckle, shaking your head sideways. "Don't they? Pining, infatuation, love."
Eddie hums, nodding along.
"I'm there with you. For example-" he pauses. He's staring the storm right in the eye now, he has to made a decision.
He's tired of running, he decides.
"The girl I've been fawning over for almost a year now has been totally blind to my love for her and I'm exhausted." he makes it a point to stare straight at you with an unwavering intensity. "But she's worth it."
It's a shot in the dark but there's a surge of courage and adrenaline pumping through his veins, and the dark makes him more bold. He blames it on the wind rush, the night high, how beautiful you look in that velvet blue dress.
"She sounds like a very lucky girl." you choke out, mind blanking unexpectedly. Eddie nods and walks up towards you slowly, your throat running dry under the intensity of his stare.
"Yeah, and she's incredible, too. Head cheerleader. Great English Literature tutor. So funny, so kind, so damn beautiful, especially in blue. Great with kids, loved by my uncle, and I just heard-" his left hand comes over to brush up against your cheek. "That she's single. Funny how things work out like this, huh?"
You nod wordlessly, entranced by his warm brown eyes.
"It is."
You stand up cautiously, never once breaking eye contact with him, leaning in closer and closer. Eddie's expecting you to pull away from him in any instant, disgust springing onto your face or apologies falling from your lips, but you remain still. Your lashes fluttering shut is the last sign he needs before he commits to closing the gap and kissing you squarely on your lips, knocking the cold air out from your lungs.
It's a cold night but his skin's on fire, left hand springing up to cup your chin, other hand supporting your neck as he tugs you in even closer. You taste like cherry chapstick and smell like French perfume, velvet fabric brushing up against his arms as he backs you up against a park bench.
It's a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue, but he can't give a fuck. Not when his heart is soaring, fingertips electric, mind hazy at the realization that he is finally kissing his dream girl after a whole year of pining.
"Holy shit." you manage to say when you two pull apart, hair slightly messied and lips wet and plump.
"I hope that's a good holy shit, princess." Eddie teases, the nickname causing your stomach to flutter with butterflies.
"It's a good holy shit. A really good holy shit." you confirm, nodding fiercely. You both laugh at that, warmth blossoming across both your chests.
"W-why didn't you ever say anything?" you stutter out, head still reeling from the passionate kiss.
"I wanted to. God, I wanted to so many times. I knew I was falling for you from the beginning, all these little indicators and signs and the intrusive thoughts. But I kept on ignoring them and by the time I realized I loved you, I knew you were with Jason and you two seemed happy. And I didn't want to be selfish and intrude on your happiness like that."
He tugs you down onto his lap, sitting both your bodies down on the metal bench. Your hands come up to carress his cold cheeks, trembling thumbs rubbing up and down his jawline, eyes admiring the freckles on his nose and the specks of moonlight in his hair.
"Well, no need to ignore those warnings anymore, huh?" you say quietly, voice heavy with adoration.
He just nods, head falling forwards to rest on your chest, hearing your soft heartbeat through velvet fabric.
"Absolutely."
Eddie ignored the tornado warnings.
But in the wreckage, you two found each other, hands desperately grasping each other's in the darkness.
Burrowing his head into the crevice of your neck, he's content to stay with you in the aftermath of the disaster, so long as you continue to grip onto him like this.
a/n: this was based on the song with the same title by Sabrina Carpenter! Please go stream and support her new album, 'emails I can't send', it is fantastic and there are so many other bangers on the album.
Speaking of which, the way that the metaphor of the tornado is used in the song is kinda different from how I used it here but idk, I thought it was a cute concept and the song motivated me to write it haha. Not sure how this fic will be received but I loved writing it :)
Summary: Eddie eats you out on his dungeon master throne, mere minutes before everyone else is supposed to turn up for the next game...
Warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), semi-public sexual actions, minors DNI
A/N: don’t ask me why but Tongue Twister by Cash Cash really reminds me of Eddie (maybe it’s the tiktok edits) but yeah I just headcanon Eddie as a guy who fucking loves to give head, so here we are! and, I mean, just look at that tongue... anyways um yeah I hope you guys enjoy! <3
This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘read more’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.
“Eddie, seriously everyone’s gonna be here in like 10 minutes,” you warn him.
“Shhhh,” he hums as kisses down your body, gently pushing you back to sit in his dungeon master throne. “10 minutes is more than enough time,” he smirks as he sinks to his knees in front of you.
“Eddie...” your eyes flick back and forth between the door and your boyfriend in front of me.
“Just relax, sweetheart,” he whispers gently, kissing the inside of your left knee.
“I-“ you hesitate.
But Eddie just gently parts your legs with his hands, his lips quickly kissing up your inner thighs. He’s swift to hook his hands into the waist band of your panties and pull them off from underneath your short skirt. You gasp and shudder in your seat when Eddie wastes absolutely no time in swiping his tongue between your folds, licking up through your slit.
Your eyes stray from the door for a second to look down at him and you moan loudly at the sight. His head is completely lost between your thighs, hidden partially by your skirt, his large hands splayed across your thigh, keeping your legs held open as he quickly works to devour you.
You moan loudly and arch your back, your shoulders hitting the back of the throne, your hips pushing against Eddie’s face. You bite your lip to keep from making too much noise, your eyes going back to watch the door just in case. One of your hands finds its way into Eddie dark curls, griping his hair to help grind his mouth against your aching cunt.
“Oh fuck, Eddie,” you mewl shakily when he starts to pay more attention to your clit.
He hums a response as he swirls his tongue around your little bundle of nerves. The room is filled with the filthy wet sounds of him sloppily eating you; his enthusiastic groans and your pathetic whimpers being the only other sounds to grace the room.
“Mmm you always taste so fucking good baby,” he groans. “Just can’t get enough of you.”
His words make you moan again, your eyes closing shut for a moment as the pleasure of it all takes over you.
“Been wanting to taste you all day” he confesses between sucking at your clit. “Mmm and then you were wearing this short skirt.... just made it all too easy,” you can feel his smirk against your pussy.
“Eddie please” you cry softly.
You weren’t sure if you were just desperate to cum or more afraid of prolonging this and risking being caught.
“I’ve got you baby” he whispers as he speeds up his movements, swirling your clit with even more fervour.
“Fuck” you sigh as your hands ball into tight fists, one gripping the throne armrest, the other still knotted in Eddie’s hair.
“Yes, right there. Shit Eddie, just like that, fuck” you plead helplessly, completely won over by him now, your desperation to cum overpowering any other concerns you had about the situation.
“Right here?” He hums cockily, the snugness dripping in his voice as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. “Come on baby I want you to cum for me, need you to cum,” he murmurs as he flattens his tongue, kitten licking your clit with impeccable speed, just the way he knew you liked.
His name is a choked cry on your lips as you finally reach your climax. Your hips grind against his face, riding his tongue as you draw out your high.
“That’s it baby, such a good girl” he whispers as he gives you a final few gentle licks.
You slump back in the chair, panting as you tried to catch your breath again. Eddie places soft kisses to your thighs before he removes himself from between your legs. He flashes a wicked smirk as he wipes his mouth on the back of his Hellfire shirt sleeve. His smirk only grows when he grabs your panties from the floor, twirling them around his fingers.
“Eddie Munson, you give me my underwear back right-“ your demand is cut short when the door flies open and Mike and Dustin walk into the room.
Eddie throws you wink before quickly stuffing your panties into his front jean pocket, going over to greet the boys like nothing had happened. Like you weren’t sat on his throne, desperately clamping your legs shut, hoping it wouldn’t be apparent that you were now completely bare under your short skirt.
Oh, you were so gonna get him back for this.
Masterlist
A/N: I’m sure I’m probably not the first to write something along these lines but this was just my version of it, I hope you guys enjoyed! <33
summary: you & eddie have fun together while you’re apart for the night. first in the “when i think about you, i touch myself” tie-in trilogy.
word count: 6k
warnings: phone sex, male & female masturbation, dildo play, use of a polaroid camera, nipple play, lots of dirty talk, basically just pure filth.
a/n: i hope yall like this one! it is the first of a trilogy that will be tied into my “when i think about you, i touch myself” series. if you haven’t read that yet, you should definitely check it out! however, you don’t have to be familiar with it to enjoy these fics.
minors dni!!
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Three months had passed since you started dating Eddie Munson.
That fateful day, when he’d walked in on you touching yourself to him, still felt like only yesterday. The two of you were inseparable, more than you had been as friends, and spent every available moment together. He would sometimes spend the night at your place, and often fucked you in some new, exciting location there before the two of you slept. Other times, you would go to his trailer, often when Wayne was gone so that you had privacy. Eddie would practice guitar, or start working on a new campaign for Hellfire Club, but would often get so distracted that he ended up nailing you on some surface in his room. Other times, the two of you were content to just lie in bed, sharing a joint or cigarette and making out lazily as you did so, basking in each other’s company. Being with Eddie was never boring, in any capacity, which made it even more difficult to be apart.
That happened to be the case on this particular night. You had to work late, and since he had to go to school the next day for Hellfire Club (which were days he definitely did not skip), you optioned out of going over. Doing so would ensure the two of you being up half the night, which wouldn’t be good for either of you the following morning. You did promise to call when you got home, however, so you went to your room and changed out of your clothes, throwing on his Judas Priest shirt and a pair of black lace cheeky panties. Once you were ready, you plopped onto your bed, grabbing your bedside phone and dialing Eddie’s number.
It rang for so long that you almost hung up. You thought that maybe he’d gone out, or was playing music and couldn’t hear the phone, or had fallen asleep early. The thought of any of those scenarios made you a little sad; you really missed him, and you wanted to hear his voice before you turned in for the night. You sighed, ready to admit defeat and hang up the phone. Before you could, though, you heard the click of a phone being answered, and then Eddie’s voice was in your ear.
“Hello?” he said, his voice raspy with sleep. “Who’s this?”
“Eddie?” you asked, twirling the phone cord in your fingers. “Hey, it’s me.”
“y/n, hey!” Eddie said happily, sounding a lot perkier than moments before. “Jesus, what time is it?!”
“Just past nine,” you replied with a soft smile. “Did I wake you? You sound tired.”
“Nah, he said, but you weren’t quite convinced. “I was just dozing a little. Going over some last minute stuff for this campaign tomorrow wore me out.”
“Should I let you go, so that you can get some rest?” you asked. “You really should sleep, so that you can get up in the morning.”
“No,” he insisted, quite firmly. “I’ve been looking forward to talking to you all evening. I’m really fine, I swear.”
“I believe you,” you said, grinning into the phone as you continued toying with the cord. “I’ve been looking forward to it as well.”
“I wish you were here right now, though,” Eddie said, chuckling breathlessly. “Uncle Wayne is gone for the night, and I really miss that pretty pussy of yours.”
You shivered, a soft whimper falling past your lips. “If you didn’t have to be up early, I’d come over with bells on.”
“Put them on your boobs,” Eddie joked, and both of you laughed. “Nah, but seriously. I really wish you were here.”
“Me, too,” you said with a sigh. “Being away from you is absolute torture.”
“The worst kind,” Eddie agreed. “But anyway, how was your night?”
“Super slow,” you said, crossing your legs together. “Boring as hell without one of your ‘special visits.’”
“Oh, those,” he said, with a knowing smile in his tone. “The visits that involve us fucking like rabbits in the parking lot or a supply closet?”
“Those are the ones,” you said, biting your lip at some of those memories. His hands on your thighs as he held you up against the supply closet wall, his ringed fingers around your throat as he absolutely railed you in the back of his van in the parking lot, his breath hot in your ear as he fucked you behind the building because he was jealous of someone flirting with you… “I did daydream a lot about you, though, but had to stop doing that after awhile.”
“Why?” Eddie asked.
“Because,” you said, smirking and biting your lip, “it was starting to make me really, really wet.”
“Fuck,” he breathed, then laughed softly. “Poor baby, though. Bet you were wishing I would come in, huh?”
“Mmm hmm,” you said. “How did your night go? Aside from all the exhausting D&D stuff.”
“The same as yours, pretty much,” he said. “I played some guitar, looked over the campaign for a little bit, and then I…well, I guess you could say I had to take a break.”
“How’s come?” you asked.
“I had to jerk off,” he answered, a smirk in his voice.
“Oh?” you said, rolling onto your stomach. “What got you going so badly that you had to do that?”
“You did,” he answered. “I kept imagining you, naked and holding my guitar as I took pictures. I imagined throwing you onto the bed, and eating your pussy until you begged me to stop because it hurt so damn good. I thought of fucking you from behind, choking you while I made you suck your own cum off of my fingers. I thought of making you cum repeatedly on my dick, making a huge mess all over my sheets every damn time.”
“Shit,” you said, a throbbing ache settling between your thighs at the very thought. “That’s so hot, not gonna lie.”
“It’s been so lonely without you here,” Eddie said with a dramatic sigh. “I miss how fucking good it feels to be inside of you.”
“Is that all you miss?” you teased.
“Nah, I really miss those tits, too,” he said with a laugh. “Come on, I miss you. All of you.”
“You’re ridiculous sometimes,” you joked, rolling your eyes playfully.
“Well, right now, I’m ridiculously horny, so…” he said, and you could hear his fingers drumming against something; the table by the phone, most likely. “Seriously, I’m gonna start humping one of these chairs soon, if I don’t get some kind of relief.”
“Maybe we should fix that,” you suggested, lying on your back again and staring at the ceiling. “Do you remember how I told you, awhile back, that phone sex was a fantasy I always wanted to try?”
“Oh, I could never forget,” Eddie said. “I’ve always been curious about it, too.”
“We have a good opportunity tonight,” you pointed out. “We’re apart, so what better time to give it a shot than right now?”
“You’re right,” he said, and after a thoughtful pause: “How should we do it?”
“I want you to start off by telling me exactly what you would do to me if we were together,” you said. “We can just see where it goes from there.”
“You really wanna go there, huh?” Eddie asked, and you could hear a smile in his voice again.
“Yeah,” you replied. “Come on, Eddie. Tell me?”
“I guess that depends on what you’re wearing right now,” he said. “Tell me that.”
“Your Judas Priest shirt and black lace panties,” you replied. “Nothing too exciting, I’m afraid.”
“God, that’s hot as shit,” he said. “No bra, I assume?”
“You’d be correct,” you said, running your fingers between your breasts at the mention. “How about you? What are you wearing?”
“Just a pair of boxers,” he said. “So, tell me, how are those tits looking right now? Are the nipples poking through the fabric the way I like?”
“Yeah,” you said, tracing over one breast with a soft hiss. “Your shirt feels so damn good against them, which made them pretty hard.”
“Shit, y/n,” he breathed. “Well, let’s just say that if we were together right now, I’d be sucking on them, biting them, tugging the nipples in my teeth. Your tits are my favorite part of you, do you know that?”
“You may have mentioned it once,” you said with a giggle. “Or maybe fifty times.”
“I remember how wet you got when I tore your shirt the first time we had sex,” he said. “I also remember how fucking horny I got when I first laid eyes on your chest. I honestly didn’t think my dick could have been any harder, but I seriously underestimated how perfect those tits were. I would love to have those pretty nipples in my mouth right now. Sucking, licking, biting, swirling my tongue…Hearing those filthy moans as I do it.”
“Mmm,” you hummed, your hand instinctively squeezing your breast through the shirt. “Keep going.”
“I’d roll the other nipple in my fingers for a little bit,” he said. “Maybe even start fingering you after awhile, once your pussy is wet enough. I know you well enough by now to know that won’t take long, so I would start that fairly quickly. Two fingers, pushed in to the rings, making those dirty, wet sounds we both love so much. Fucking you, curling against that spot inside of you that drives you wild, all while I tease you about how wet you are for me. Still sucking on those nipples as I do all of it to you.”
You whined pleasurably, reaching under the shirt with your free hand to play with your nipple. You exhaled shakily, biting back a moan as you rolled the small bud between your fingers. He continued talking about what he would do to your breasts & your cunt, and you imagined that your fingers were his mouth instead. You were getting more aroused at that point, your panties clinging to you as you listened to him speak. His sleepy voice was insanely hot, and it really helped you in what you were doing. You moaned a bit louder into the phone when he began talking about kissing down your stomach, and cursed yourself for giving him the satisfaction so soon. You knew what was coming, and you could tell from the tone of his voice that he was extremely amused.
“Having fun over there?” he teased. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m playing with my tits and imagining that it’s you doing it,” you said, arching a little as you tugged your other nipple in your fingers. “Your mouth, your fingers, picturing what you would look like as you suck on them.”
“Are you wet?” Eddie asked, his voice coming out in a breath.
“Yeah,” you said, grinning into the receiver. “Not as wet as I’m about to be, though, right?”
“You mean when I talk about eating your pussy?” Eddie asked, laughing as your breath audibly hitched. “Yeah, I thought so. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to have my head between your legs now. Tasting you, feeling you clench around my fingers, seeing how fucking wet you’re getting for me. I would start low and work my way to your clit, my tongue dragging through your cunt, before moving back down. Imagine if I got that tongue piercing that I keep talking about.”
“Oh, dear God,” you whimpered, tracing lazy circles over your clit through your panties. “You know how hot I think that would be.”
“I promise that I’ll get one someday,” he said. “For now, though, stay on your back for me. I want you to imagine my mouth all over your pussy, my tongue fucking into you, your thighs quaking around my head as I suck your clit, all while you moan for me. Shit, those moans of yours always get me going. Moan for me right now, y/n.”
You rubbed circles over your clit through your panties, moaning just like he wanted. You dipped your fingers in the side of them for only a moment, but you enjoyed the delicious feeling of the friction over your panties even more. You groaned as hotly as possible while you played with your clit, head falling back against the pillows as you did so. “Eddie…”
“Fuck, like that,” Eddie groaned. “That’s my good girl.”
“I love it so much when you go down on me,” you said. “You always look so pretty, and it feels so fucking good. You’re really amazing at it; no one has ever made me cum harder from that than you.”
“That’s really good for my ego,” he joked. “Tell me your favorite part about it.”
“Looking down and seeing you gazing back from between my legs,” you replied, fingers still grazing your clit. “Feeling your mouth on my clit, sometimes seeing your tongue dragging through the rest of my pussy, feeling your fingers deep inside of me, your hair falling in your eyes and sometimes tickling my thighs and around my cunt, seeing your hands gripping my thighs or playing with my tits. I love all of it so damn much.”
“You forgot the part where I tell you how hard I get just from eating you out,” Eddie teased. “How good my rings feel as they pound against your pussy, and how hot you think it is when I beat off while you flood my face.”
“All of that is so good, too,” you said. “Especially the part where you have to jerk off, because I’m turning you on so much that you need some kind of relief.”
“I fucking love when you cum on my tongue,” he said. “The way you grind on my face just before, holding my mouth against you by my hair while you do it. You always taste so much sweeter right before you cum, too, and when you actually do cum? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so goddamn amazing in my entire life. I’m getting hard right now just thinking about that alone.”
“Mmm,” you hummed, squirming a bit as you ghosted your clit with your fingertips. “The thought of you eating my pussy gets you rock fucking hard, huh?”
“Hell yeah it does,” Eddie replied. “I’m telling you, I could probably hammer a nail right now with the wood I’m getting.”
“How charming,” you joked.
“It does get me really fucking going, though, jokes aside,” he said. “I’m curious; what would you do to me right now, if we were together?”
“I’d love to suck your cock,” you said, your hand delving into the waistband of your panties. They were soaked, as was your cunt, your fingers gathering the wetness on your fingers and spreading it through your folds as you whined. “If I were there, I’d drop to my knees, pull your cock out, and lick from your balls to the tip, sucking on it for a minute as I look up at you. I’d kiss all over your shaft, with those sloppy, wet kisses that you love so much, all while making eye contact with you. Maybe I’d even squeeze your balls, palming them as I swirl my tongue around the head of your cock.”
“Jesus,” he panted. “You know how much I love it when you do that shit. Your mouth is a gift from the gods, I swear.”
“But you love my throat even more,” you said. “You love it when I deep throat you, or when I let you fuck my throat. I know it gets you off so hard when I choke on your cock, Eddie. I know you love seeing me drooling around your dick, or my makeup running down my face, if I wore any that day. You love how fucking messy I am when I suck you off, just like your own personal porn star.”
“I do love that,” he agreed, his breath caught in his throat. “You’re always hot as hell when you suck dick.”
“And let’s not forget how hard you came in your pants that time I was grinding in your lap,” you said with a breathy laugh. “My bare, wet pussy, dry humping you through your boxers. I’ve never seen you cum faster, and there was so much of it.”
“Because that was hot as shit,” he said. “I was hard as fuck, watching your tits as you moved along my cock. I love it when you give me a lapdance like that.”
“I’m not sure I would call it that, but sure,” you joked with another giggle. Your fingers glided through your slick folds, mewling shakily into the receiver. “Wanna know something that I’d love for you to do?”
“What?” Eddie asked, his own breathing slightly uneven.
“Cum on my tits after you fuck them,” you said, tracing slow, lazy circles against your clit at the thought of it. “Thinking about it is getting me so much wetter, Eddie. I can just feel your hard, thick, throbbing cock between them, or rubbing over my nipples, so warm and already leaking precum…”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie said with a shuddering breath. “Keep talking like that, fuck.”
“I’d let you rub your cock on my nipples and all over my tits,” you said breathlessly. You were touching yourself even quicker now, fingers traveling through your folds at a decent pace. Your fingers trailed upward, stopping just below your clit as you cursed under your breath. “Every time you thrust toward my face, I’d lick the tip of your cock. Maybe I’d even pull you closer so that I could suck you off for a second.”
“y/n,” Eddie said, mewling softly. “Fuck, that’s so goddamn filthy.”
“Your balls would be so heavy, wouldn’t they?” you asked, moaning and arching a little as you pressed a finger inside of your sopping cunt. “Just aching to cum all over my pretty, perfect tits that you adore so much.”
“Yes,” he panted. “God, please.”
“And you can snap a Polaroid of them covered in cum to add to our little collection under your bed,” you said with a giggle. “You can take it out and jerk off to it when I’m not there. Just my boobs, covered in so much cum after you fucked them so hard. I might even gather some on my fingers, and put them in my mouth. Tasting you, mimicking a blowjob…Maybe you could take a photo of that, too.”
“Fucking Christ on a cross,” Eddie hissed. “Are you touching yourself yet?”
“Yeah,” you said. “I’m fucking myself on one finger right now.”
“Just like always,” he teased, then asked: “In or out of the panties?”
“In,” you said, smirking into the phone. “For now, at least.”
“Leave the panties on,” he instructed. “Don’t take them off until I say that you can. How wet are you now?”
“Extremely,” you answered. “My panties are drenched through, and my fingers are soaked. I’m so horny right now, Eddie.”
“That makes two of us,” he said, inhaling shakily. “Listen to what I tell you, okay? I want you to do everything that I say.”
“Okay,” you said, too lost in lust to argue or come up with some witty, sarcastic comment. “I’m listening.”
“Are you still fingering yourself in your panties?”
“Yeah, just like you asked me to.”
“Good. I want you to add a second finger, and then fuck yourself slowly with them.”
You did so, using your middle & ring fingers of your dominant hand. You cried out, back lifting slightly as they filled your sopping, needy cunt. Eddie cursed on the other end, hissing the dirty words as you pushed your fingers in to the final knuckle. Your cunt squeezed them, and you felt more wetness spreading as you began thrusting them slowly. You moaned at the sensation, clutching the phone in your free hand as you mewled. Eddie’s breathing was picking up on the other end, and you closed your eyes as he spoke again.
“Imagine that your fingers are mine,” he said, his voice even raspier now from lust. “I know they are a poor substitute, but humor me. My fingers are filling that beautiful, wet pussy, fucking you so goddamn hard that you feel as though you might die from how good it feels. Fuck yourself harder for me, sweetheart. Just the way you like when I do it.”
You began doing it as he said, moaning heavily as you imagine his hands. Those calloused fingers, the metallic heaviness of his rings, his palm against your clit as he fucked you on them from the correct angle, the thickness of his fingers…All of it was fucking delicious. He was right, in that your hands could never compare to the magic of his, but your imagination was just as great of an asset. You finger yourself even harder, picturing all of the filthy things his hands had ever done to you in the process. You ground your clit against your palm, head lolling against the pillows as the memories played in your mind. Wetness pooled in your panties, and Eddie’s labored breathing broke through your train of thought.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, voice a breathy moan as you whimpered. Your fingers curled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot as you moaned. “Oh, fuck, that’s my girl. Add another finger for me; fill your tight little cunt as much as possible for me.”
Your index finger joined the other two, and you groaned filthily as they stretched your walls further. He fell silent as he listened to you, the only sounds from him being his heavy breathing. You fingered yourself quickly, roughly, writhing as your moans fell into the receiver. “Eddie…Eddie…”
“Goddamn,” he breathed, exhaling in an uneven mewl. “Put the phone on your shoulder, and balance it. Use the hand that’s holding it and play with one of your nipples. Keep fingering yourself as you do it.”
You did as instructed, moaning hotly as you began rolling your nipple between your fingers beneath the shirt. The wet sounds of your fingers inside of your pussy fill the air, and Eddie moaned softly as he listened to them. You squirmed, back lifting off the mattress as you imagined his full, soft lips and velvety tongue around your nipple as his fingers pounded into you. You tugged the small bud, pinching it between your fingers as you hissed. More filthy noises fell from your lips, and Eddie’s breath had become far more ragged with the occasional groan. You chuckled breathlessly, still working both hands as you moaned again.
“Are you touching yourself, too?” you asked, the very thought causing another jolt of arousal to go straight to your pussy.
“I’m palming myself through my boxers for now,” he replied, his voice thick with mounting desire. “My dick is so hard right now that it’s actually painful. All because I can’t get the image of you playing with yourself out of my head, and those fucking sounds you’re making aren’t helping, either.”
“Mmm, you’re welcome, then,” you purred.
“I keep seeing that first day day we had sex, when I walked in on you touching yourself,” he said, groaning pleasurably. “The way you were fingering yourself under the blanket, how you kept moaning my name, the way your nipples poked through your shirt…”
“I’ll bet you think about that a lot when you’re alone, huh?” you asked, crying out in ecstasy as your fingers worked relentlessly. “How wet I was before you even touched me, how I got myself off so hard to you, and how you basically lived the porn dream of fucking me after.”
“Yes,” he panted, whimpering softly. “You’re such a good, dirty girl, y/n. I want you to get naked for me. Put the phone down, and take my shirt & your panties off.”
He didn’t need to tell you twice. You set the phone aside, ridding yourself of the drenched panties and the shirt. When you held the phone to your ear again and announced that the clothes were gone, he was hissing on his end. He told you to get a pillow and put it between your legs, and you did so in haste. You began grinding against it, pretending that it was his thigh as he’d told you, and more hot, dirty groans came past your lips as you did so.
“You have the hottest fucking moans I’ve ever heard in my entire life,” he said, whistling. “It never ceases to amaze me.”
“Eddie,” you moaned, grinding your clit against your pillow a bit harder. You whine, riding the side of the pillow as you grip the phone tightly. “I really wish this was your thigh. I’d love to fucking soak it, just like I’m doing to this pillow right now.”
“Stop, y/n,” he demanded, and you stilled your hips with reluctance. “I want you to go back to fingering yourself. Want you to make a big mess all over them when you cum.”
You rolled onto your back, and put your fingers inside again–three, just like before. You moaned loudly for his benefit, smirking as you did so, your fingers thrusting harder than before. You knew one thing that he enjoyed hearing every time you played with yourself in front of him, and decided to incorporate it. “I can’t wait to feel you throbbing inside of me as you fuck me so hard. I want you to fill me as much as you can when you cum. I want to feel it leaking down my thighs, and I want you to clean up the mess with your tongue when we’re both finished.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, and you could hear the faint sounds of him jerking off. “I’ll bet you’re so goddamn wet right now, hm? Take a picture with your fingers inside of you; I want to add it to my collection.”
“Hold on,” you said, setting the phone down so that you could grab the Polaroid camera that he gifted you a while back. You lie on the bed, pushing your fingers inside again with a hot mewl. You held the camera in one hand, the timer set as you wait for it to snap the photo. Once it does, you take hold of the picture and set the camera aside, waiting for the photo to develop as you picked the phone up. “All done. I made sure my fingers were as deep as possible, and that you could see just how soaking wet you really have me right now.”
“Mmm, good girl,” he praised, and the sounds of him beating his cock are a bit louder. “Hold the phone to your pussy. I wanna hear you fingering yourself.”
A smirk spread over your lips, and you told him to wait. You held the phone as close to your cunt as possible, and began fucking yourself at a hard, rough pace. The wet, obscene sounds of it echo into the receiver, and you knew that he was getting the earful that he wanted. You moaned as filthy as possible, mostly for his benefit, but also due to how fucking hot all of this was. You imagined his fingers rotating & scissoring in the way that drove you into a frenzy, crying out as you did so. You slammed them inside of you, making sure that the sounds were still loud enough for Eddie to hear. You brought the phone to your ear, wanting to check in with him, and were delighted to hear that he was moaning. He was also jerking off a bit faster at that point, by the sound of it.
“You’re hotter than any porn star in the world,” Eddie said. “One day, I’m going to film you fucking yourself before I pound the absolute shit out of you.”
“Looking forward to it,” you said, humming as you slowed your movements. “I’ll bet your cock is twitching right now, huh? So desperate to cum, picturing me getting destroyed by your fingers. I’ll bet you can practically taste my pussy, too, can’t you? I’ll bet you wish your face was soaking from eating me out, or that I cum so much around your cock that you’re absolutely drenched in it.”
“Jesus goddamn Christ,” he hissed, a breathy moan in your ear as he does so. “I need you to do one more thing for me.”
“What is it?”
“Find that toy for me. You know the one I’m talking about?”
“I think so. The one that I said kinda resembles your cock?”
“That’s the one. Go get it for me.”
Once again, you got out of bed to search for the dildo in question. It took a minute to find, but you discovered it within a box in your lingerie drawer. You hopped onto the bed, flat on your back as you held the phone up. “Got it.”
“Rub it through your pussy for me,” he said with a low groan. “Imagine that I’m rubbing my cock through it before I push inside of you. Getting my dick wet, spreading your cum all over that pretty pussy before I pound you.”
You massaged the tip of the dildo through your folds, picturing his cock like he’d asked. It felt as close to the real thing as would do, and your clit began to throb as you circled the tip of the toy over it. “Eddie…”
“Slap it against your pussy,” Eddie demanded. “The way I always do with mine.”
You did so, loving the wet sounds that it was making. He moaned as he also heard, and then he was telling you to push it inside to the hilt. You pressed it into your cunt and cried out, feeling so full and stretched out as you clenched instinctively. The toy was as long and thick as Eddie’s cock, but it still could never come close to the real thing. The warmth of his cock, the way it pulsated inside of you as he came, how good it felt when he set on a good pace–no toy could ever replicate that. It was doing a well enough job tonight, but damn, if you didn’t want Eddie terribly right then.
“Eddie, you feel so fucking good,” you breathed, hearing a soft mewl from his end. “I fucking love your cock.”
“Is it the biggest one you’ve ever had?” he asked, smugness in his voice.
“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, thrusting the toy deeply and fucking yourself quickly. “I know that I’m probably the tightest, wettest, sweetest pussy you’ve ever had, too, huh?”
“You bet you are,” he said. “Fuck yourself nice and hard, sweetheart. Imagine that it’s my cock, and that I’m just railing you.”
You thrust the dildo further inside, setting a steady rhythm. You brought yourself back to a recent memory with Eddie, one that took place at Reefer Rick’s only days before. The two of you had wanted a change of scenery and a new place to have sex, and settled on that particular location. You were looking for adventurous sex, and oh man, did that happen. Eddie pounded you on the kitchen table, so hard that the damn thing collapsed under your bodies. Neither of you cared in the moment, and Eddie didn’t stop as he threw your legs up to absolutely RUIN your cunt. You moaned hotly at the memory, feeling fresh wetness coming around the dildo as you fucked yourself at the same hard pace that Eddie had in Reefer Rick’s kitchen.
“Let me hear it,” Eddie panted. “Please, fuck, let me hear you fucking yourself on that thing.”
You placed the phone next to your pussy again, just as you had when you were fingering yourself. The dildo sounded much filthier than your fingers had, and the noises that it made only fueled your lust. You began moaning his name repeatedly, and after a couple of minutes, you brought the phone to your ear. Eddie’s breathing was ragged, he was groaning loudly, and you could hear him fucking his fist at a faster speed. He whined, and you mewled as you tightened your pussy around the toy.
“Enjoying yourself, too, huh?” you teased, chuckling around a groan as you positioned the dildo at an angle to slam directly into your g-spot. “I wish you could feel how wet I am because of this, Eddie. It’s going to be a hell of a mess to clean up later.”
“I never thought that I’d be jealous of a goddamn toy,” Eddie joked. “I keep seeing your face as I fuck you, how hot you look on my dick as I do it. My hand is no match, but that image alone is going to make me cum so hard in a second.”
“Can’t wait to hear that,” you said, moaning filthily as the dildo slammed inside of you. “Eddie…”
“Oh God, please,” he begged. “Say my name, baby. Moan it just like that when you cum.”
“Wanna know what I’d love right now?” you asked. “For you to choke me while you fuck me. I love when you use my pussy like it only exists for you. I love feeling you cum inside of me. I love being sore for days because of how hard you fucked me. I need it so damn much right now.”
“Believe me,” he said. “Next time I see you, you’re getting fucked so damn hard. Rub that clit for me as you fuck the dildo. I want you to cum around it.”
You cradled the phone on your shoulder, so that you could use both hands. One thrust the toy as quickly as possible, while the other rubbed hard circles on your clit. Between everything you felt, and listening to everything Eddie was doing on the other end, you came undone rather swiftly. Your orgasm hit hard, and you moaned his name the way he’d wanted as euphoria rained down on you. You made quite a mess as you predicted, the bed below already wet. Your body felt as though it were supercharged, your head swimming in bliss as you contracted around the dildo.
The phone had slipped from your shoulder in the commotion, and you pressed it to your ear just in time to hear Eddie’s own climax. He moaned loudly, hotly, and you couldn’t help but mewl in response. You could just see him right now–head thrown back, dark hair a mess, eyes squeezed shut, cum on his stomach and in his fist, hips bucking into his hand as he came. You whined at the mental image, withdrawing the dilso and feeling so much wetness coming with it. It pooled beneath you, creating an even wetter spot as you tried to move out of it. You were both panting into the phone, trying to regain yourselves, too blissed out to care about much else.
“Take another photo for me,” Eddie said after a moment’s silence.
“Of what?”
“You, licking that toy clean.”
You smirked, and decided to indulge him. You snapped the photo, your tongue licking the underside as you looked into the camera, your tits on full display for him, too. You sat it beside the Polaroid that you took earlier, the one of you fucking yourself on your fingers, before announcing to him that it was done. He chuckled into the phone, before speaking in a sleepy, thick voice.
“Good girl,” he said. “Fuck, that’s my dirty girl.”
“How messy did it get over there?” you asked with a giggle.
“Oh, you know me,” he replied, and it sounded as if he were using a towel to clean himself. “I’m always making a big one. Between both of us, it’s a wonder that we haven't gone through a million mattresses by now.”
You laughed, rolling onto your side. “I love you so much, you crazy bastard.”
“I love you more, you absolute goddess,” Eddie replied. “I’m really glad you woke me up.”
“Oh, so I did wake you up,” you said, amused. “I knew it.”
“I meant from my doze,” he insisted, but you could hear a smile in his voice. “I was just snoozing.”
“Sure,” you said skeptically. “If that’s what you wanna call it.”
“I expect to see those pictures as soon as possible,” he said. “Preferably next time I see you.”
“You know it,” you said, biting your lip. “You have a promise of your own to deliver on, too.”
“What’s that?”
“Filming me touching myself before you fuck me,” you said. “I think we could make a hell of a good sex tape, don’t you?”
“Oh, you have no idea the shit I’ve got planned for that,” he said, and you could hear the wicked smirk in his voice. “Give me a few days, and you’ll find out.”
please please please write a part two to dirty magazines 🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️🧎🏼♀️🫡🫡🫡🫡
since you asked so nicely and since i’m literally going feral, here you go bby <33
show me
premise: you and eddie read his dirty magazines together.
pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader
warnings: eighteen+ content, porno mags, choking, mentions of f receiving oral and sex and spanking, dry humping, foreplay, pet names (sweetheart).
part one
If it wasn’t for the breeze of the air conditioner in Eddie’s window, the cool waft of air that fills the room just enough to make it a comfortable cold; you know you’d be sweating right now. Know there would be a coating of perspiration on the insides of your thighs that would trail down to Eddie’s. To his open legs, thighs spread as you sit on his lap. One arm around your stomach to hold you flush to him, chin in the crook of your neck. Fingers running down the side of your arm softly.
And between the heat from his body and the heat that’s burning a trail of want and arousal down to your open legs—to the bunched up bottom of the band shirt Eddie always gives you to wear when you’re over, exposing your underwear and the wetness that’s gathered against it from your cunt—you feel like you’re on fire.
Like the AC is doing anything but its job, from making you feel like you’re on fire. That you might pass out from how you got here; you sat in Eddie’s lap, legs spread for him, one of the magazines that you had stumbled upon under his bed in your grip as the two of you look down at it, reading it together.
After you had told him—or rather how much he saw on your face, your breath caught in your throat, your eyes begging for more than your brain was allowing your mouth to say, after his hand had wrapped around your throat—it was his idea to do this. To pull you into his lap and read it together, to catalog all the parts that had you squirming, that you wanted to try with him; all of the things you want him to do to you.
And so far you have barely gotten through the first issue, and you’re already heated and staining the cotton of your underwear.
The page you’re at right now has a woman being spanked, the slaps dramatic and drawn to peak the attention of the male gaze, for sure. But the way it depicts the man’s tongue running over her welts, kissing and soothing the pleasurable pain he’s just caused her makes your bottom squirm against his lap. That need to press your thighs together to relieve the pressure from the ache down there more frustrating than feeling Eddie’s jaw move against your skin as he smiles.
“Like that?”
You nod, humming softly. Know if you try to speak right now it’s just going to come out weak and clipped.
“What about,” he speaks low, slow, as he moves his fingers from your arm to flip to the next page. “This,” his pointer taps at the image of the man spreading the women with his forearms to run his tongue along her pussy. His hold on her tight, rough, almost possessive in a way—like a man starved and only she can feed him, can satisfy that hunger.
A shaky breath releases from your lungs, shaking your chest on the inhale, making you lean into Eddie more on the exhale.
His chuckle wafts across your neck as he turns his chin to whisper in your ear, “think we both know how much you love that.”
“Mhm.” You hum again, press your ass back against him. Can feel he’s hard, an echo of a grunt vibrating his chest against your back.
You wondered if this is how Eddie knew how to touch you, to fuck you, to eat you out that very first time he did it. If these pages were the blueprints and he had just copied what he saw. Had run his tongue up your slit, gathering your slick at your entrance to trace back up to your clit, to move the tip of his tongue in slow circles until he suctioned his lips to the sensitive nerve to suck and swallow down your juices.
No matter how many times he ended up between your legs, no matter how long he took down there—savoring every moment, making sure he didn’t stop until your hands were in his hair, hips rolling from the bed, and your cries filling the room—he always did it as if it were going to be the last time he would be able to. Like he was starved.
Like the man looked in the image.
So there was no doubt in your mind that Eddie did pick up a few tricks from the dirty magazines. It made you wonder just how much he had picked up and why he had been holding it back from you. A thought that is surely answered as he keeps asking you if you like that, would wanna do this. He didn’t know you’d be into this kind of stuff and neither did you until now.
But now that you were here, now that your eyes had been opened and you’re seeing a whole other side to what fucking Eddie could be like—the way it was already was heart stopping and left you worshipped, fucked out, and drained—it’s all you wanted.
You wanted it—him—so fucking bad.
He turns the page, then another, and another until the scene of the man pulling the woman into his lap—her legs on either side of him as he leans on his knees as she rides him, his head thrown back in ecstasy as her teeth are at his neck—is in front of you. Making your grip on the magazine tighten a little more as the urge to hold back the need inside of you runs thin. The small movement your ass is continuing to do the only subtle thing you’re allowing yourself, and it’s only making you worse.
“I don’t think I need to ask at this point,” his chuckle is teasing. Should have a playful scowl being aimed in his direction but you can’t be bothered with the effort. Not when his words are filled with nothing but truth and you want him so bad. “But,” the hand pressed to your lower belly moves and you hold your breath. His rings dig into the inside of your thigh as he squeezes the skin at the apex of it, right next to your clothed pussy—inches, centimeters from it. You don’t release your breath until you feel the tip of his finger run along your covered slit. Your body trembling, hips stuttering. “Do you like that?”
With the way his finger keeps running against you, languid and barely pressured, your need almost lets you think he means his fingers. But the soft lips at your shoulder help your brain compute that he means the display in front of you.
“Yes,” you whimper. Feel the edges of the paper digging into your palm when his fingers are pulling your underwear to the side. The cool air of the room on your heat almost a relief, but nothing compared to the burst of pleasure you feel all over your body from Eddie’s fingers running between your wet folds—the sound of your wetness filthy and making your ears heat up with embarrassment at how turned on you were because of these dirty magazines.
When the pad of his finger finally makes contact with your clit the whimpering cry you let out is loud and echoes throughout the room. Your hips tutting forward to roll up into his palm as your head lawls back onto his shoulder.
He gives you a couple free strokes before his other hand is coming to cup your jaw to pull you from his shoulder, “pay attention.” His voice is like gravel pouring into your very soul, like hot coals helping that fire burn, rage.
And you do try your very best to pay attention. To keep your eyes open and on the pages. Try to not let the roll of your hips, the fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit, or the hard cock situated perfectly against your ass that every time you move it rubs between your cheeks.
You’re tired of looking, you want Eddie to actually take you. To push you over, lean over your body, and pound you from behind the way the man is doing on the newest page you’re staring at.
“Eddie,” you moan.
He hums, let’s his fingers run down your jaw, to the column of your neck. Your breath hitching in your lungs. “Do you want me to do that to you?”
Not, do you like that or would you like that; do you want me to do that to you. Fuck.
Your nod is quick and fast. Rattles your brain for half a second, making you feel that much more disorienting.
His fingers dig into the side of your neck, the lightest of squeezes but it still has you crying out, hips stuttering, pussy throbbing. “Who knew you were such a dirty girl.” Eddie’s lips are morphed into a smirk against your cheek. “All this time I was getting off to these mags, imagining doing every filthy thing inside of them to you. Thinking I was some sleazy horndog.” He grunts against your skin as your ass digs harder into him, as you feel yourself so close to coming, so quickly. “And to come find out you’re just as sleazy as me–want me to fuck you like this,” his hand tightens on your neck. Lips press to your cheek, your jawline, teeth nipping at your skin, “my dirty girl.”
The whine you let out when his hand moves from your neck burns the back of your throat. Your protest is there, the need to come, that burn to fall over that precipice being right there.
But it dies in the back of your brain when Eddie pulls the magazine from your fingers to toss it between your shared open legs on the bed, to push you up for the seconds it takes for him to release his cock from its confines—pulling you back into position, except now the heat of his cock is pressed to your slit, his fingers pushing it between your folds until the head of his cock is catching and rubbing perfectly at your clit when his hips rock up into you, when you roll yours against him.
With : Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove & Eddie Munson (x f!reader).
Genres : smut & fluff.
Warnings : vaginal penetration, bulge kink (Billy), degradation (Billy), exhibitionism (Billy), choking -slightly- (Billy), the reader is being tied up (Eddy).
Tagging : @sanoinc @tenrichouku
wc : ~ 1,200.
Main masterlist.
Steve Harrington - On his bed.
Steve likes to play the kinky, rude boy, but he's in fact very sweet to you. He's a bit scared of getting caught by others, so having sex in the safety of his house, on his bed, is the best for him, really.
He loves holding your hands while sinking into you, his hair tickling your naked chest as he mutters sweet nothings to your ears.
He makes love to you, and he would absolutely die for you.
"I love you so much, you know that?" Nodding softly at him, you arched your back as Steve's thrusts became more ragged, a sign he was close.
His lips found your neck, and sucking on your skin made you whimper his name slowly, your eyes closed.
"God Steve, just like that, please," he hummed while capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, loving the way you clenched hard around him. You felt so good, so warm and welcoming, it was driving him crazy.
"Fuck, y/n,"
Freeing one of your hands from his grasp, you cupped his face and kissed him again, swirling your tongue around his as you brought him even closer to you with your legs, making him sink deeper into you.
"Mhm!" Hugging him tightly, you left a trail of wet kisses all over his skin as you felt yourself getting close to release.
"I-I'm gonna cum," your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Steve brought one hand in-between your bodies and started rubbing circles over your clit.
"I wanna cum with you, baby," holding back yourself for him, you waited for a sign on his side, which arrived rather quickly. His thrusts rapidly became sloppy, and with one final cry of his name, you came together in each other's embrace.
Billy Hargrove ‐ In his car.
Billy adores the thrill of getting caught. I mean, the guy is hot and he knows it. He loves the chill, and he loves even more seeing you struggle and hide when someone comes. It just gives him too much power, really.
The worst he could do? Fuck you in his car in the swimming pool's parking lot. He's an impatient and greedy man, and Billy doesn't wait; you give.
Which is why you're riding his cock in the backseat of his blue Camaro on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Anyone walking by his car could see you, and even if you tried your best not to think about it; it was hard.
"Shit doll, c'mon." Digging your fingers into his shoulders, you slowly lifted your hips up only to sink them back down on his length, his girth filling you up so well that a loud moan escaped your mouth.
Throwing your head back, you started rolling your lips in his lap, his cock stretching you so well.
"Fuck, 'am right here," Billy snorted as his eyes fell on the bulge in your stomach, and bringing his hands to your breasts, he took them both, kneading them while playing with your hard nipples.
"God!" Eyes closed, you were experiencing pure bliss as Billy helped you by lifting his hips up, thrusting them hard against you, burying his cock inside you deeper than you thought was possible.
He let go of your tits to wrap one arm around your waist, the other hand coming around your throat.
Because that was the thing with Billy; he loved having control.
Squeezing your throat and making you gasp, he smirked, sinking you harder on his cock than before, your inner thighs burning due to the position.
"Such a pretty slut, huh? Don't make a mess of my car, or I'll make you clean it with your tongue. Got it?" You nodded only, your walls clamping around his fat girth. The tip of his cock kept kissing your cervix, and you were ready to cum.
"G-gonna cum!"
"Then cum, fucking whore," unraveling under his eyes, you were the prettiest fuck Billy ever had. Cursing slowly under his breath as your juices leaked on his thighs and the leather of the car, he smashed his lips on yours. Tensing his abs, he eventually emptied himself inside you, fucking his cum deep into your pussy with a few more hard thrusts.
And as you rested your head on his shoulder, you looked outside, meeting Karen Wheeler's eyes.
Maybe fucking at Billy's job wasn't that bad in the end.
Eddie - In the classroom after a D&D campaign.
As soon as the guys left the room, Eddie had you bent over the wooden table with all of the figures and the dice scattered on it. He didn't care though, because you'd been teasing him for the past few hours with your very short skirt and his Hellfire Club shirt. Truth to be told, you looked better wearing it than he did, and that was why Eddie never tried to get it back.
"Are you satisfied now?"
"Yes," leaning down and kissing your shoulder blade, Eddie hummed as he slid your underwear off your thighs.
"You were such a tease earlier, darling,"
"Because you weren't paying attention to me!" You pouted while he chuckled, unbuckling his belt at the same time. You heard his jeans falling on the floor, and you threw a glance over your shoulder, frowning at the sight.
"What are you- hey!"
"Lemme put that to good use." You didn't have time to move when Eddie caught both of your wrists behind your back and tied his bandana around them, effectively trapping you.
He was already hard, and you were already wet. Eddie knew he didn't have a lot of time ahead, so he simply spread your ass cheeks open before smiling sweetly at your flushed face.
"Keep quiet, my love, Dustin and Mike are probably still around,"
And even if you knew he was right, you couldn't prevent the cry when he slid inside your pussy, your folds spreading at his intrusion.
"Fuckkk, so good for me," one hand was on your hip while the other kept your wrists in place, using them as a way to fuck into you deeper.
Pressing your forehead on the cool material, you bit your lip, trying your best to muffle the moans, but Eddie was too good. He knew exactly how fast and deep he had to be to make you see stars, he knew what to say to arouse you.
Quickly enough, he moved his hand from your hip to your clit, and rubbing fast circles on it, he whispered praises into your ear, aware of your kink.
"You're such a sweet girl for me, baby." "Fuck, you feel so good around me, I could fuck you all night long." "I'm so lucky to have you," "I love you so much,"
And he wasn't stopping. You loved him too, of course, but the vein that was adorning his cock was teasing your fluttering insides, and your orgasm was arriving so fast already.
Black dots started to fill your vision as Eddie hit one particular spot inside you, one he aimed for since the beginning. "Here ya go, gotcha."
He always took the time to cuddle afterward, something he did here again. He fred your wrists and left loving kisses all over your tender skin before taking a towel to wipe yours and his fluids off your body.
The next minute was him repeatedly hitting it, resulting in your loud scream muffed by his hand. Waves of bliss crashed over your body, Eddie cumming into you a few seconds after you did.
Request: can u do a cute steve harrington x henderson ! reader? idrc what it is im just in the mood for something steve lol
Summary: (Y/N) Henderson has lived all her life pining after Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington: the athlete. Steve Harrington: the King of Hawkins. Steve Harrington: the player. Steve Harrington: the boyfriend of her best friend. But the thing is, when they’re forced to be together while fighting other-worldly creatures… stuff goes down. But hey, you know what they say. Shit happens.
Warnings: Swearing, violence
Word Count: 1,715
Notes: Starting a new thing… let me know if y’all like it!! <3
(Thinking about making the Henderson!Reader a dancer??? I have no clue. Let me know, though. I’ve always been interested in dance, but I’ve never been the athletic type lmao)
Summary: How far can you push Hopper before he loses control?
Characters: Jim Hopper x female reader
Words: 5,310
Warnings: smut, language/dirty talk, light bondage, throat fucking, praise kink, implied age gap, I think that’s it? This is dirty smut so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.
Author’s Note: This was written for sherrybaby14′s Fall Into You writing challenge. My prompt was to use the line “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”
Pursue
Grinning with amusement, you twirled the phone cord around your finger and tried to sound innocent, though you both knew it was all an act. The mission was to drive Chief Jim Hopper mad with lust, and so far, your plan was working brilliantly.
You had been teasing him all day, starting in the morning when he had received a call right as he got to the office. You could practically feel his surprise at your bold words, detailing to him how you were still laying naked in bed and wrapped up in sheets that smelled like him, wishing he was there to satisfy the lust you were currently feeling. He had growled out that you were going to regret teasing him when he got off work, and when you baited him further by saying that maybe you should just pull out your vibrator and pretend it was him, he gave a strangled groan and hung up. You had called about an hour later, and when Flo answered and said Hopper was busy, you asked her to relay the vague message of, “I took care of the situation myself.”
It was now his lunch break, and you had, of course, taken advantage of the opportunity to call again, knowing that he couldn’t resist his curiosity about what else you’d have to say. You mentioned buying some new lingerie, a black lace teddy that clung to your curves like a second skin.
“The neckline goes down a bit too low, so that I’m almost popping out. And I had no idea that the back would be a thong, but oh well, too late to return it now,” you said with an exaggerated sigh, listening intently for his response.
Satisfaction darted through you at the unmistakable sound of increased breathing on the other end; you could clearly envision him in his office chair, leaning forward over his desk with a death grip on the receiver. The thought of him sitting there with a hard-on and trying to imagine what you looked like only served to ramp up your own desire, thighs squeezing together where you lounged on the couch in the aforementioned lingerie.
“Don’t you want to know why it’s too late to return it?” you pouted, biting your lip to stifle a giggle.
Thin Mints and Menthol (Steve Harrington x Reader)
This is now a series!
PART 2
PART 3
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: It’s set a year after Season 2 has finished and you’re a senior in high school who’s often getting into trouble with the law for petty crimes. And Hopper usually gets you out of trouble. Then one night the new officer Steve Harrington joins him.
Words: 1.7k (YIKES)
Warnings: Mild swearing, mild mentions of smoking, hints towards abuse. Slightly OOC Steve
A/N: Okay so this is the first time I’ve ever written anything so please go easy on me, I just love Steve and I’ve had this idea in my head for a few days so I had to write it down.
You sit on the cold step outside the gas station. Mr Pritchard stood looming over you smugly, as the Chevrolet Blazer pulls up, ‘Hawkins Police Dept.’ printed on the side. Parking itself roughly. Chief Hopper steps out of the vehicle quickly reaching into his pocket to his packet of cigarettes, he removes one and places into his mouth. He walks over to you whilst sparking up. There’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. The passenger door suddenly opens, startling you, it was usually just Hopper himself who dealt with you.
Steve Harrington? That’s new. You chuckle slightly as he walks to join Hopper stood before you. He’s staring at you in confusion. You scoff and hang your head. “This is the third time this month you’ve been caught shoplifting (Y/N).” Hopper says as he blows smoke out of his mouth. “I’m starting to think you’re enjoying the excitement.” He chuckles.
“I’d raise my hands in defeat if this asshole,” you say jerking your head towards Mr Pritchard “hadn’t tied my arms in front of me with fucking rope.” Hopper glares at Pritchard, the old man crosses his arms in defiance to Hopper. He huffs slightly and begins to explain to Hopper that you had been trying to run away. Bullshit. Everyone knew you didn’t run once you were caught. As Hopper and him get into an argument you lean back and glance at Steve as he’s scribbling furiously in a notepad. The khaki coloured uniform he’s wearing looks freshly starched, his name tag shines under the glare of the street-lights. His hair is pushed back and looks neat, except for the strand that’s fallen out of place. It bounces in time with his writing.
“You, er, don’t need to do that”
“Huh?” He says stopping mid-word on the page. He stares at you confusedly.
“He never presses charges against me. I usually just get a two week ban.” You tell him, grinning. A small smile tugs at his lips. “That’s what you get for shoplifting a packet of Salem's’ I guess.”
“Salem’s? Refreshing. Wouldn’t have pinned you for a menthol kind of girl” You both laugh. “Well, Hop- I mean, the Chief told me I should write everything down…” He says placing the pen in between the pages. He closes the notepad, holding it in his left hand. He stands awkwardly waiting slightly too close to Hopper. You’re shocked, since when did Steve Harrington want to be a cop? It was unusual to say the least, you always figured he’d end up at an Ivy League college. Yet here he was standing before you looking slightly uncomfortable. He’d been in the grade above you, and was ten times more popular than you were. The ‘King’. That was till Nancy Wheeler broke up with him, started dating the Byers kid, and he faded into obscurity. You’d still see him in passing but he’d mainly kept to himself focusing on his studies, always in the library. You’d heard rumors he was friends with some fourteen year olds, but you didn’t know him well enough to find out if they were true or not.
“Do want me to untie you?”
“What?” You ask as you realize you hadn’t been paying attention.
“The rope. Do you want me to untie it?” He asks again. You look at his hands. His notepad, you notice, is safely stowed away in his breast pocket.
“Oh, sure. Yeah, please. That would be great.” You say stuttering over your words slightly. You internally kicked yourself. You can’t believe you’re getting nervous over Steve fucking Harrington of all people. He bends down slightly, you’re inches apart, you can feel his breath on your cold hands as he reaches for them. You lift them up slightly from your lap. He starts to try and unknot the large knot that Pritchard had tied it with. He pauses and looks up at you, smirking. He lowers his voice.
“Now, you’re not going to dash the moment it’s unravelled are you?”
“On my honour.” You whisper. You smile at him.
“Oh, were you a Girl Scout.” He asks as he starts to work on untying you again.”
“Unwillingly, but yeah I was for about five years. Prettttttttttty sure, I sold you some Thin Mints once.” You told him struggling back a laugh.
“What, really? How old are you?” He moves his hands away from yours. You grin at him.
“I’m seventeen, but my birthdays in a week. I figured you wouldn’t recognize me.” He snickers quietly and slowly begins to tackle the knot again. You watch his hands move across the rope, grazing your wrists lightly, sending shivers up your arms.
“No I’m afraid I don’t think I’ve seen you around, I know I’d remember if I had someone like you before.” You look up at lock eyes with him. The rope around your wrists falls into your lap. Steve takes both your wrists in his hands and looks and the marks left on them. He rubs the rope burn with his left thumb. His brow furrowed, he opens his mouth as if to say something.
“Alright! I won’t press any further charges, just tell her that she needs to stay off of my property. For good this time, I’m giving her a permanent ban!” You both gaze up at the two men who had been having a heated debate about your actions.
“That seems fair. You hear that (Y/N)? You’re permanently banned from this gas station.” Hopper tells you whilst Steve helps you to your feet. “Permanent means no entry, and no sneaking in with a hat and sunglasses on like you did at the convenience store down street. Steve glances down at you with an amused look etched across his face.
“You really did that?” He says questioning you.
“I thought it was a good idea at the time. I was very mistaken.” You tell him with a huff as you fold your arms, the temperature had dropped quite drastically. He leans his head back laughing, his hair moves like it has a mind of its own.You stare at him in awe. He is annoyingly pretty. You think to yourself. Boys like him shouldn’t be so pretty.
You bite your lip to stop yourself from joining him in his laughing fit. Instead you peer over at The Chief who’s not paying attention and is instead staring at his watch. He walks up to you and gently takes you by the arm and leads you towards the vehicle.
“We need to be leaving, its 9pm and I need to pick up El- I mean, Jane from Mike’s after dropping (Y/N) at her house.” He tells Steve who nods and makes his way over to the car, he gets in and you can see he’s still beaming. “See you later Fred.” Hopper says to Mr Pritchard as he opens the door for you.
“Bye Fred!” You say as Hopper pushes you into his car. Mr Pritchard walks into the gas station ignoring your exaggerated goodbye.The door slams behind him the car shaking slightly. He puts the keys into the ignition and sets off driving in the direction of your house. The mood in the car is some what hostile. You go to make a smart remark to relieve tension, but Hopper stops you.
“Whatever you’re about to say (Y/N), save it. This is your final warning. Like I said earlier this is the third time this month that someone’s stopped you shoplifting. I’m sure you’ve done it more you just haven’t been caught. I’m worried about you kid.” He gazes at you in the rear-view mirror, you turn away so you don’t make eye contact. “Next time I pick you up, you’re going to be in handcuffs. You understand?” You nod, there’s a prick behind your eye. Tears begin to well up in your eyes.
“I’m sorry… Sir.” The air is suddenly as icy as it is outside, despite the heating sputtering it’s warm breath around the car. You zone out and begin to stare outside, watching houses as they pass by. Wondering if their teenagers were as troublesome as you were. You’re startled as a tear falls onto your cheek, you quickly go to scrub your eyes. Uncaring if you smudge the eye make-up you have on. You didn’t want to let Hopper down, he’d looked out for you each time there had been an incident. And yet you knew he was serious this time despite always telling you it was the final time he was clearing up after your messes. Somehow the presence of Steve made you embarrassed. Why do I even care? I don’t even know him. You think to yourself. And yet looking at the wing mirror and seeing him give you a reassuring smile was comforting, you return it sadly and turn to stare out the window again.
As the car drove up to your house the lump in your throat grew. It was fear. Fear of what was waiting for you at home. The lights were on meaning you were in for a rough ride. You sit forward as the car draws to a halt. Wincing as your hand touches the cool metal of the handle.
“Tell your old man to go easy on you.” Hopper says to you. Without turning to face him you open the door getting out.
“Thanks for the ride boys.” You say plastering a fake smile across your lips as you slam the door shut. The grin instantly drops from you face as you make your way up to you red front door. You can feel both Jim and Steve’s eyes watching you.
“Do you think you could get me any of those Thin Mints? I’ve got a real craving!” You hear Steve shout to you. Turning to face him, he’s beaming from ear to ear. You start laughing, you flash him the middle finger and give him a sarcastic smile as you close the door. Blocking you off from the world. You place your hands on the door and lift your eye to the peep hole to watch as Hopper’s car rolls out of sight. You sigh as you hear angry footsteps approach you. Grabbing at your arm, pulling it from the door.
The Real Season 3 - A Complete Epic (Possibly Novel-Length) Rewrite By Me, Coming Soon
AKA, The Ultimate Fix It Fic.
Because it’s such a shame we never got a S3, so I guess I’ll just have to write my own! (And make it good, unlike some things that don’t exist.)
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Some cliff notes:
-Will is the main character, and we actually get a fulfilling arc of his development and journey from S2
-Likewise, Mike is also a main character (and is actually MIKE instead of just Finn Wolfhard in 80s clothes) and gets a real character arc
-There’s a happy ending!! (With byeler!!)
-Dustin is actually part of the Party
-The Teen Summer Stuff still happens (surprise welcome-home party for Dustin; setting up Cerebro on Weathertop; going to movies; El and Max going to the mall; etc.)
-Instead of a weird CGI goo-monster, the Mind Flayer is just the Mind Flayer (the same Shadow Monster form we saw in S2), and the piece of it trapped in this dimension begins to possess rats at first (and, later, Billy - after it first attempts to take Will again, but fails)
-I’m cutting out the Russians. Like, entirely. A nearly identical plot function can be filled by previously established villains. There’s no Russian base under Starcourt, and no side plot of Hop punching (and murdering???) random Russian stereotypes - there is, however, a secret facility underneath the Starcourt Mall (but it’s like the New Hawkins Lab basically, disguised by the mall on top of it, trying to use the electricity hub to re-open the Gate because science (and Brenner may make a reappearance, since it was hinted at in S2 that he’s not actually dead))
-Jopper scenes happen and they’re not assholes to each other
-It starts out mileven-heavy, but then it addresses some of the inherent problems in mileven, and as the “season” goes there’s a shift from mileven to byeler (and, yes, Mileven breaks up - and, yes, we get endgame established byeler)
-Let me say that again: endgame established byeler by the end (and not to brag, but I have the most epic plan for their first kiss)
-Max and El get their friendship (plus possibly a little bit more?) and their girls trip to the mall, but without the bullshit “Oh, girls are a different species and buying them presents can win them back!” sidestory from the boys
-No Murray. I feel like his arc was finished and wrapped up in S2. He’s not needed.
-We get Byeler holding hands (without realizing it until after) as El fights Billy
-Nancy still gets her arc of being treated like shit at her internship and going after the story anyway, accompanied by Jonathan (encouraged by Karen, since Karen deserves to be a good mom), but there’s no “let’s play sexism for laughs!” bullshit
-We have our three main groups playing their different roles until near the end (the Party (including Dustin!!) dealing with Upside Down monster stuff; Nancy and Jonathan being reporters and solving a case; and Joyce and Hop uncovering some shady government shit.
-Oh yeah Will has powers btw. Which he discovers at Castle Byers. And he kicks ass.
-If my writing skills are to be trusted, the characters will actually act like themselves instead of like weird paper-thin caricatures of themselves - or at the very least, they won’t be unrecognizable.
-I have. The most. EPIC. Plan. For the Real Battle of Starcourt. With the Real Mind Flayer (the Shadow Monster one, since the goo-monster version doesn’t exist in this Real Season 3), and the Gate, and Will actually getting to face his abuser, and Byeler happening, and epicness, and just all-around I’m excited to write this. Especially after that non-existent season that we never got to see, amiright?
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I’m legitimately excited to write this! Like, I’m not even joking: my goal is to fix Season 3. I want to give us all the Season 3 that we (and the characters!!) deserved, and I truly believe that I can do that. So I’m going to try. Put everything else on hold, I’m doing this. I will fix it.
This is going to be my masterlist for all of my ST fics! I’m obviously working on some right now, so the list will grow as I continue to post them. I’m not sure who all I’m going to write about, but send in any suggestions you may have for plots or characters!
as of 7/13/20: requests are OPEN! but PLEASE read my ‘what i’ll write’ page before requesting :)
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accidental lust ☆
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