about me: hi, iâm leah ( âïž'Ï')âïž âą 26, she/her âą cancer sun, capricorn moon, libra rising âą jonathan byers defense attorney
18+ ONLY on my blog. all minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.
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blurb requests are: open!
characters i will write for:
eddie munson
jonathan byers
steve harrington
robin buckley
if requested, I am open to writing for other adult stranger things characters as well, but no promises. do NOT ask me to write for any of the younger characters.
if you send me a request and i donât get back to it, i most likely just donât feel comfortable/able to write it. nothing personal, just preference! my brain wonât let me write everything, unfortunately
imagine taking a character like jonathan byers and giving him so much depth that could be explored and instead in the final season you *checks notes* make him race to climb a radio tower in a big dick contest with steve harrington
can i just say i am SO pissed about those jancy discover ads now that i now they fucking break up in s5. what the FUCK was that for then. faking us the fuck out đ
warnings: mdni! 18+ only, porn without plot, it's literally just smut, eddie is toxic, arguing about anything and everything, spitting, unprotected sex, no foreplay, aggressive dirty talk, dom!reader and dom!eddie at the same time(?), no aftercare. 1.1k words
Eddieâs the type of boyfriend who would try to grab at you when youâre still pissed at him. You had been livid for hours and each minute that passed, his mere presence infuriated you further.
You are standing in the kitchen, waving your hands and fussing about the millions of things he was supposed to do today and didnât.
You are just fucking raging at this point. And all heâs doing pulling you towards him, hands working around the hem of your clothes. You are trying to push him away, begging him to just listen.
But Eddie has always had a one track mind.
The moment his exploratory fingers grace the slight raise of your nipples, you slap his arm.
Thereâs a way to get pent up aggression out, and thatâs what Eddieâs trying to hint at. you can resolve the issue later since thereâs no real rationalizing with you when youâre this heated.
You push your hands over your forehead, âJesus, Eddie, youâre so fucking frustrating!â
He grabs your belt loops, pulling you closer. You practically trip into him. His voice is deep and teasing, âYou wanna fuck about it, I know you do.â
You shake your head, pushing him off of you and storming to the bedroom. You wait in the room, arms crossed, waiting for him to bust in there like he usually did when you walk away from an argument.
It's always like he was right. You do want to fuck about it.
But on your terms.
He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you pouting, hip jutted, arms pushing up your boobs in your tank top.
âTake your fucking pants off,â you demand, voice stern and unwavering.
He smirks, knowing thereâs no way youâre directing him around, âMhm, as long as I get a good look at you-â
âI cannot stand you,â You yank your pants down in unison with him, matching his haphazard stripping method. Pants and underwear first, shirt next and swiftly, âyou're such an asshole.â
He has no time to lick his wounds. Your words do hurt, but they fuel another fire within him.
He grabs onto your arms, trying to direct you to bend over the bed. Face down.
âYeah? What else?â
You lock your legs before you can fall into the unmade bed. You flutter your lashes incredulously. How dare he think he is running the show here? Youâre still fucking mad.
âNope, Iâm facing you.â you press yourself against his nude chest, ânot getting on my stomach.â
Eddie tenses, his anger flaring a bit because you just won't listen. âWhy?â
âCause I'm not done arguing with you.â
You drop onto the ruffled top sheet, all splayed out for him. You widen your legs, not leaving anything to the imagination. You scrunch your eyebrows as Eddie pumps himself a couple times before submitting and drops his knee on the bed between your knees.
âYou gonna take this cock? hm?â He shifts his hips over you, draping himself over your curves. He drags his cock between your already slick folds.
You may be pissed at him, but it doesn't take much time of looking at Eddie's nude body for you to get absolutely soaked.
âJust do something, for fucks sake-" You look between your legs as Eddie tilts his cock down and presses his hips forward, "Eddie oh my god.â
He fucking smirks as he snaps his hips again, the slapping of skin adding fuel to your fire, âYeah, sweetheart, all bark, no bite.â
He's above you, hair falling over his shoulders like a curtain. The fire you felt before only tangles up into the desire for him, âFuck you. canât fucking stand you. just shut up-â
He thrusts forward harder, halting abruptly just to cut you off, âOr what?â
You gape at him, appalled by his boldness. You latch onto the thought of grabbing his face, so you do. You move quickly to pull his cheeks together with your thumb and other fingers. His mouth forms into a small 'o' as you pull him closer to your face. His hips don't stop moving the entire time, his cock dragging deeper and deeper into you.
When his spit makes contact with your lips, you curl your fingers into the flesh of his cheeks, âDid you just fucking spit on me?â
You release him, practically pushing him off you. But his hands are locked onto your hips, his fingers latched onto your skin. Cock still dragging inside you.
âYou wanted missionary, baby.â
He sits back on his knees, fucking into you harder. You cannot help but whimper your jibe, âSo you can look at the disdain on my face.â
That smirk returns. The pleasure in your tummy starts to build up as his pelvis shifts against you. âLooks like pleasure to me, darling.â
âFaster,â You look down at when your bodies connect. You need him to pick up the pace if you're going to cum. You needed that release if he was going to put you through this. You move your hand down to swipe at your sensitive clit, âNow.â
âHow about harder? You want me to-â
You slap his shoulder with your free hand before your nails dig into him, âShut up an fuckinâ do it!â
He just chuckles darkly, "You really do wanna fight, huh?"
The glisten from your own wetness coats Eddie's cock and it's painfully delicious to look at. You almost want to push him off you and suck it off. But that's almost too much of a reward for him. And he didn't deserve that.
Now that you think about it, him finishing inside you is something he didn't deserve.
You add two more fingers over your sensitive clit, rubbing tight circles so you could squeeze the shit out of him and soak his pelvis as you finish.
"Yeah, that's it, baby. Play with yourself while I fuck this cunt of yours," Eddie interjects through clenched teeth.
The white hot pleasure comes in no time at all after his filthy mouth eggs you on. Before Eddie can throw his head back and revel in the feeling, you leverage your foot onto his chest and push him completely out of you.
Your body falls limp as he completely loses sensation around his cock and he cums at the same time his back slams into the dresser across from the bed. The ropes of white stain the dirty clothes pile he left at the center of the room. All his work clothes.
You cannot help but laugh, watching his face contort in confusion and irritation.
"What the fuck babe-"
"Looks like you really need to do some laundry now, huh?"
When he looks down at the mountain of clothes he tripped over, his jaw ticks. "I hate it when you play dirty."
"I hate when you don't do what I ask," You remind him, standing up in all your lustrous glory. You slip out of bed, grabbing your folded robe nearby. You wrap it around your body while he stands there, still flabbergasted, "Washer is open, go ahead and throw those in."
