The Enchanter

This blog is an inspiration moodboard blog for my Stranger Things OC, Dustin's effeminate older brother. Eddie's Enchanter. my main blog is apolloanddaphnis

[oneforthemunny]

​​you and bouncer!eddie fucking in the walk-in during a closing shift.

minors dni 18+

it's just the two of you on a wednesday night- too cold for even the drunks to venture out. you hadn't had much cleanup besides the few beers you served to frank, a regular, and you'd finished that before close.

eddie had sat at the bar with you, closest to the door in case someone walked in, but they never did. his hands traced the fringe of your ripped jeans while the jukebox played. you were giggling, so close you were practically nose to nose.

the two of you had gone out a few times, already planning for the next time you both had a night off. you liked eddie, a lot. and he liked you. he especially liked that you surprised him. like how you were naturally good at darts. or how you knew every word to 'starry eyes', you'd serenaded him on your first date, tipsy and giggly while he was sure he was going to marry you, right then and there.

he was even more sure when you'd sucked him off in the bathroom of the bar he'd taken you to. knelt on the grimy, sticky floors, head bobbing and eyes locked to his. he had his ringed hands fisted in your hair, head tilted back on the graffiti stall walls of the bathroom, groaning and muttering how good you were. you'd swallowed his load without him even asking, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. he'd kissed you hard, pressing you against the stall, uncaring.

eddie was hooked. so enthralled by you, and the excitement of your budding relationship. it was new, thrilling, and the best part, is no one at work knew. sure, they might see the little smirks and teasing banter you two had, but you'd always done that.

on night like tonight, you could be more yourselves, lingering touches and stolen kisses behind the counter.

you had finished loading the lemons up, going to dump the ice in the kitchen and stock away the unused produce for the night before you could leave. eddie insisted on helping you, muscles flexing when he lifted and dumped the ice down the sink.

eddie followed you into the walk-in, pinching your ass just to hear you squeal when you bent over. he wrapped you fully in his arms, your little giggles filling his ears as he pressed you against the cold, metal shelf.

"you look so pretty." eddie groaned, stamping kisses up and down your neck, biting and sucking on the skin that had you mewling and clawing at him.

"ed-ed, we can't. we're at work-"

"no one's here." eddie sighed against you. "just me and you, c'mon. been thinking' about you all night." you whined when his hands went lower, cupping you through your jeans, rough fingers pressed hard against your slit.

you gave in, letting him pull your jeans and panties down, lifting your shirt and bra up over your boobs. he smirked at the way your nipples hardened in the cool air of the walk-in, leaving your shuddering under his glare.

moments later, he had you clawing at a shelf, bent at the hips so your ass was pushed back into his face. eddie was on his knees, spreading your cheeks and lapping at your clit like his life depended on it. he grabbed the doughy skin of your ass, squeezing it and moaning as you shimmied back further into him, begging and gasping.

once he added his fingers, slipping them in slow into your sopping hole, you were shaking, writhing in pleasure. eddie pressed kisses to your ass cheeks, up your spine and to the back of you neck until he stood at his full height, pumping himself a few times before sinking into you with a grunt.

he anchored his hands on the shelf above you, hips snapping furiously into yours, eyes rolling back at the sound of your echoey moans in the freezer. the buzz of the cold air filling the space, mixed with your breathy demands of, "please, eddie, right there!" had his abs tight, gritting his teeth to keep himself from cumming too early.

you came undone quickly, your first orgasm leaving you sensitive and mushy. eddie watched as you dropped to your knees, finishing him off with swallowing him wholly. he fisted your hair, guiding your head on his cock again, groaning when you cupped his balls, squeezing just enough to get him twitching and spilling down your throat.

you turned off the lights and machines on shaky legs, clinging to his arm when he walked you to your car. you wrapped your arms around his torso, smirking up at him as he finished off his cigarette.

"wonder when we get to close again together, hm?" eddie smirked. "think we should make that a new closing task for us- fuck in the walk-in after close. whaddya think, baby?"

[retrofizzin]

Marilyn (Maz) in Munich (May 9, 1984)

[hard-candy-writing]

freaks, creeps, and weirdos - chapter one

eddie munson x fem!reader

fic summary: y/n escaped hawkins lab years ago, and teame dup with the crew to help them take down every monstrosity they've faced so far. with the threat of vecna looming over hawkins, yours and el's powers will be needed more than ever. for now, you have to blend in with the rest of town. but everything you think you know about living a normal life gets turned upside-down when you meet eddie munson.

chapter summary: it's your first day of school. ever. like, ever ever. all you want to do is focus on getting through the day. but among all those giving you a hard time, you make a new friend who is anything but normal.

warnings: sfw. soft! naive! reader. bullying, teasing, reader doesn't understand social cues. she/her pronouns for reader. hopper is basically reader's adoptive dad, though technically she's 18. steve is her bestie.

a/n: this chapter makes me ache. i was bullied a lot in school. undiagnosed autism and being a geek will do that to you, yk? i wish i had someone like eddie to help me out! this is the first part of an ongoing series that takes place during '85-'86, with a happier ending for eddie (pinky swear!). this is a slow-burn, sweet and sexy romance. and enjoy!

chapter one: take a seat

"If you change your mind and want me to pick you up, just call me, okay?" Steve told you for the billionth time that morning. "The phone is in the front office. You know where that is?"

"No, but neither do Mike, Lucas, Max, or Dustin." You look at him with a knowing glare. "And their parents are not talking to them like this."

"Okay, enough with the snark," he said, tongue poking the inside of his cheek. That meant he was kidding, but he was getting tired of the parent joke.

You'd learned how to read Steve like that, the same way you'd learned how to understand that Nancy's tight smile meant something was wrong that she didn't want to talk about. You'd learned it all through time and their graciousness. Robin and Jonathan had been kind enough to let you know when you'd misread a situation, or what a figure of speech meant, or when Max was being sarcastic. Ugh. Sarcasm. You still hadn't mastered that yet.

And now you had a school full of people to learn how to read. You hoped they would be patient with you.

Despite your nerves -- despite Steve giving you a much safer option -- you opened up the passenger side door and stepped out. You were parked right out front, cars and busses rolling by. You felt like a rock in a stream, students coursing around you like water.

Voices crashed over you like waves. Loud, invasive, like pins pricking at your brain. Your grasped your backpack straps, trying to ground yourself. You glanced back at Steve. His head was bent, peeking out the window at you over his sunglasses, hands on the wheel. He lifted his fingers in a small wave. You waved back, forcing a smile, then returned your grip to your backpack straps.

You took a deep breath and made your way up the steps. As you went, you put up a mental barrier, like Papa had taught you. The voices that stung you like barbs fell away. Reading minds was, as Steve had put it, "useful, but a little creepy." Who knew being around so many people thinking so many thoughts at once would hurt? You'd only found that out when Steve had dragged you to Starcourt Mall on opening day and you had a panic attack. You'd spent the next two days at Hopper's cabin in a dark room, nursing a migraine.

But since that day, you'd become better at blocking out everyone's thoughts. You read minds only when it suited you. Moved objects with your gaze alone. That was simple. It was the rest of being a normal teenager that scared you.

It took you ten minutes to find your classroom, and another five to figure out how to open your locker. For a second, you panicked, worried you'd be late, and nearly used your abilities to bust the thing open. But then you spotted Nancy in a nearby cluster of students. She gave you a smile, but her eyes were dark with concern. You didn't want to disappoint her, or make her worry over nothing. Finally, you relaxed and got it open.

She and Robin had promised to look after you, but there wasn't much they could do about adjusting your timetable. That meant you only had one class with each of them, and the others you would spend alone -- including your homeroom class. You gnawed at your lower lip as you stepped into the classroom and took a seat. Everyone was chattering. Tossing wadded up balls of paper, discussing their summers, comparing timetables. They were all so different. Some girls had skirts and lipstick and bows, others wore all black with torn jeans and painted nails. There were tall, muscled guys in green-and-gold jackets, while others wore smart dress shirts and glasses or had plain tees with long, messy hair.

"That's my seat."

You looked up and saw the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen. She looked like she could be on a magazine cover, with her teased blond hair and bright, poppy clothes. She carried a pink handbag instead of a backpack, and her lips were the same vibrant colour.

"Uhm, hell-o? Did you hear me?"

You blinked. "Oh, uh. This is your seat?" You didn't know they assigned seats. You looked around, searching for your name on the other seats. "Sorry. Where is mine?"

The girl scoffed, her brows pulling together. "What did you just say to me?"

"Where is my seat?" you repeated, gathering your bag and standing. You walked up and down the row, searching for some sign. The girl slid into her official seat, and two others sat down beside and behind her. They were all so glamourous, dressed brightly and made up like models. They whispered frantically, giggling.

A bell rang. Everyone in the classroom watched you, probably wondering why you were wandering around so much. Your cheeks were hot. Why hadn't Robin and Nancy warned you about this?

"Ahem."

You looked over your shoulder. An adult, the teacher you assumed, stood at the head of the class. Her eyes were on you, her foot tapping. Impatience.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N." You'd picked it out of a magazine a few years ago, after learning 'Three' wasn't an ideal name for a normal teenager to have.

"Well, Y/N, would you kindly take your seat so we can begin class?"

You looked around again. There were still a couple seats empty. "W-Which one?"

A collective snicker rippled through the classroom. Everyone was smirking, except for the teacher; her smile was tight, like Nancy's. She swept her hand across the sea of seats.

"Whichever you'd prefer."

To save yourself further embarrassment, you picked the closest one and plunked down. The teacher introduced herself as Ms. Clarke, and class began just as everyone had told you it would. You kept stealing glances at the girls -- especially the one in your old seat. They looked back at you, too, then they'd laugh and whisper something to each other.

It made no sense. All you could understand was that you'd done something wrong. You resolved to ask Robin in your next class, and tried to pay attention. Nancy had taught you how to take notes, so you did that. But every so often, your mind would wander back to that transaction. The girls obviously knew what happened. So did everyone else in the class. All you had to do was reach out with your mind and do a little prodding...

No. That was wrong. Everyone had told you to not do that. (Well, Max said it might be fun.) But Hopper and Joyce had told you to respect everyone's privacy and keep out of their heads. So you stopped yourself, though curiosity nearly killed you before finally the bell rang, dismissing you.

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"I still do not understand," you said to Robin as you walked to the cafeteria together. "What was so funny?"

You had filled her in on the transaction with the girls in class -- the one who had spoken to you was called Jennifer, you'd learned, and Robin had just called the others the Clones.

She lifted her shoulders. "I mean, maybe the fact that you didn't know? Which is terrible, I know, but they're idiots; they laugh at awful things."

"Should I... apologize?"

"No! Ew, no, don't apologize to any of them. You didn't do anything wrong."

"Then what do I do?" You couldn't imagine spending the rest of the semester, each and every day, sitting in class with them laughing at you. At how... stupid you were.

"Ignore them. They'll forget all about it by tomorrow, and then you can just leave them alone."

You fought back a frown as you joined the food line. You knew it was wrong for them to laugh at you, but you wanted to be accepted at school. In the movies at Steve and Robin's job, girls like Jennifer were in charge of the social scene. You wanted to get on her good side.

"I guess," you sighed.

You stepped into the cafeteria and quickly spied Nancy sitting with a group of well-dressed students. They looked kind of nerdy, if you were to quote the movies. Robin was called over by members of the band. Every other table was filled with all sorts of people, and just like in the classroom, you had no idea where to sit.

"You can come with me," Robin whispered. "My friends would love you! Or you can sit with Nancy, if you want."

You weren't sure. Before you could make a decision, someone stood up. He was wearing a green-and-gold jacket with a tiger's face on it, and had shiny, blond hair. He shot you a white smile as he approached.

"Y/N, right? You're Chief Hopper's niece."

You didn't know what to say, so you just nodded.

"I'm Jason. Jason Carver." He offered you his hand to shake. "I'm captain of the basketball team, and you may have met Chrissy, my girlfriend." He stepped aside a little, and you looked past him to see his table. Among his friends, all of them clad in green-and-gold as well, you saw a petite girl with bangs in a cheerleader uniform. She gave you a soft smile and a wave.

"N-Not yet," you stammered out, shaking his hand. His grasp was warm and firm.

"Why not meet her now? Come and sit with us." He gave you another winning smile. "We want you to feel welcome here."

You glanced at Robin, as if for permission. She nodded.

"Go on. I'll see you after school."

You let Jason lead you over to the table, which was already crowded. Chrissy shifted a little, allowing you space beside her. When you sat, you were bombarded with more names and smiles. They all flew over you head. All that mattered was that you were sitting with the cool people, the pretty people, and -- most importantly -- the nice people. They took your timetable and passed it around, searching for classes you had together.

"So, Y/N, where are you from?" Chrissy asked.

"Canada," you replied. You'd rehearsed everything. Your name, your age, you place of birth, why you had transferred, your plans after high school. They could ask you any question, and you knew the answer.

"Where did you get that shirt?"

Except that one.

The one who had asked you sat across from you. She was in a cheerleader outfit, too, with hair black as oil. Her hand reached out, perfectly manicured fingers brushing the long, plaid sleeve of your shirt.

"Uh... A shop."

"A charity shop?"

"Yeah," you nodded, clinging to the suggestion. A few people smirked. Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Mary, please."

"I was just asking! I think it looks nice on you, Y/N. You look like a lumberjack. Fitting, since you're from Canada."

You pursed your lips. You didn't know much, but you could understand some insults. Everyone had a chuckle at that. Even Jason snorted, but Chrissy smacked his arm.

"Oh, would you look at that!"

A familiar voice came from behind you, shrill and coddling. You turned to see Jennifer flouncing up with her Clones. She shot you a smirk with a wrinkled nose, as if she were cooing at a baby.

"Aw, she found her seat! Good job." She accentuated the last two words with a couple claps.

You felt eyes on you, more eyes than you were comfortable with. You needed to fix this. You had a chance at befriending the popular kids, sealing the deal and ensuring that your first and last year in high school would be fun. You tipped your chin up, proud.

"Jennifer, right? I like your purse."

Her cool gaze shifted to her bag, then back to you. "O...kay?"

"I think maybe we should hang out some time."

Jennifer's Clones scoffed, while Jennifer took a cautionary step back.

"Why would I ever want to hang out with you? What are you, slow?"

"She is in the slow class next period," Mary said, waving your timetable. Chrissy snatched it away and slid it into your backpack.

Jennifer's mouth shifted to a big O shape. "That explains so much. Awh, she's a dumbass!"

"Excuse you!" you snapped. "That was so rude! Say you are sorry, right now."

"Or what? Gonna cry?" Jennifer pouted.

You felt Chrissy's hands on your shoulders. "Jen, that's enough."

Tears pricked at your eyes. This was all wrong. Your first day was supposed to be fun. You were supposed to make friends. But instead, Jennifer had her hands on her knees, bending to laugh in your face.

"Oh my God. She's crying."

Most of the cafeteria had turned to look at the commotion. A tear escaped and ran down your cheek, but you swiped it away with your sleeve. The sleeve of your stupid, ugly shirt. You'd just wanted to look like Joyce or Max, but instead you looked like an idiot.

You could feel your mental barrier cracking. Breaking away, piece by piece. You grasped at it, but it slipped from your control, and suddenly the voices came over you in a great wave.

She's so weird. She's such a freak. Ugh, math next period. Who is she? Jennifer, not again. She's in the fucking slow class, this is too much. I wonder what's for lunch tomorrow. Is that girl crying? Oh my God, is she staring, do I look okay? What a freak.

You sucked in a breath and, your lunch tray abandoned, stood up and made for the door. On your way, you bumped into one of the Clones. It wasn't very hard of a bump, but she went down, crying out dramatically.

"She pushed me! You saw her, she shoved me!"

"N-No I didn't." Panic rose in your chest.

Chrissy said something to you, but you couldn't hear her. Jason was on his feet. Mary was laughing, but Jennifer and her other Clone surrounded their friend, fawning over her. You could hear Robin's voice, and saw Nancy making her way to you.

Ew, gross. Does she have a nosebleed?

You swiped your hand under your nose, and it came back bright red. Your mental barrier was completely down. You scrambled to the doors. You just needed some fresh air.

"Whoa!"

You bumped right into someone's chest, nearly going down again. They hands grasped your upper arms, keeping you upright.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

You looked up to meet their eyes. They were big, soft, brown eyes, poring into yours with genuine concern and a little twinkle of amusement. He had long, brown hair, unruly curls. He still grasped you, his fingers decorated with silver rings that dug into your arms. He was all torn denim and leather, and he smelled of cigarettes. You knew his kind from the movies, too: trouble.

His gaze dipped over you, brow furrowing. "Hey, you okay? You're bleeding."

His grip on you loosened, and you stepped around him with a mumbled apology. You could barely untangle your own thoughts from the crowd, and were amazed that you found your way outside. The sun was hot, but the breeze had a sharp edge to it that helped clear your mind. Little by little, the roar of voices faded and left behind a pounding headache. You sank onto the pavement, your back against the building's hot bricks.

Nancy and Robin found you a few minutes later. Another miracle. Nancy assured you that she had told the monitoring teacher that it had all been an accident, and everyone at her table backed you up. Robin regaled you with how Chrissy snapped at Mary and Jason after you were gone. After Nancy gave you a pill to help ease the growing pressure in your head, you started to feel a little better.

That's what you told yourself, anyway. The day was almost over. You had Robin in your final period, and she'd look after you. All you had to do was get through one class. The slow class. You groaned inwardly. When Joyce had helped enroll you in school, they'd found out that while you were fine in math and science, you were way behind in English. They promised they would catch you up, and you hadn't thought anything of it. But now that Mary and Jennifer had made fun of you, you weren't so sure.

Into the classroom you walked, your head still aching, eyes downcast so you wouldn't meet anyone's gaze. Your other classes had at least twenty students. This one had only twelve, including you. You quickly found you seat (it could be any seat, Robin had assured you) far in the back of the room. Away from everyone else. The pill made everyone's inner voices hazy enough that you didn't feel guilty for spying in on them. You let your barrier fall, tuned the sound out so the roar of everyone's minds was a gentle hum, and waited for the bell to ring. When it did, the teacher at the front introduced himself as Mr. Wong. He was an older man, with soft edges and a gentle smile. He spoke slowly, looking you each in the eyes as he explained how class would go. You nodded along whenever he looked at you, and --

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Wong."

You looked up to find the boy you'd ran into in the cafeteria standing in the doorway. He was red-cheeked, breathless, with his backpack slung over one shoulder. Mr. Wong's face creased with his frown.

"I thought you'd graduated, Mr. Munson."

"So did I," he laughed. "But then I realized I'd miss you too much."

Mr. Wong's frown only deepened. Sarcasm. You could catch that one. The boy slunk into the classroom and sat down right beside you. He brought along with him the stench of... skunk? You wrinkled your nose and tried to keep your focus on the lesson.

"Hey."

You pursed your lips and kept writing. The eraser end of a pencil poked you in the arm.

"Hey."

You looked over to find the boy had scooted closer to you.

"Yes?"

"I'm Eddie."

"I'm Y/N."

"Excuse me, Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Munson." Mr. Wong gestured at both of you with a piece of chalk. "If you're going to be like this from day one, maybe I should separate you."

"S-Sorry," you stumbled, turning your focus back onto the lesson.

A few more minutes passed. Then, two ringed fingers slid a piece of paper onto your desk. You peeked over at Eddie. He had his gaze on the chalkboard, rapping his fingers against his knee.

You opened the paper. His writing was awful, but you could make out the message. Saw what happened at lunch. You okay?

You frowned. Great. Did everyone at school know what had happened? I am fine, you scribbled down. Then, Thanks.

You passed the note back. Surely, he wouldn't write anything el--

He slid another paper over. His eyes flickered to you, then back to the chalkboard. You looked around, finding a few people staring at you. Was he trying to get you in trouble? You opened the note.

Don't pay attention to those girls. If you need someone to sit with, you can sit with me and my friends.

You couldn't help but smile a little. You scrawled a quick thanks back to him, and that was it.

To his credit, Mr. Wong had a captivating way of teaching. He made sure to look everyone in the eyes, and only continued when he felt everyone understood the subject. And, to your credit, you did try to pay attention. You knew that Joyce would be disappointed if you failed, and you wanted to prove to everyone that you could succeed.

But every time your eyes drifted to your right, and you saw Eddie scribbling away beside you, you felt a flutter in your stomach. Maybe it was because you didn't have time to eat lunch. And taking a pill on an empty stomach was never a good idea. But at one point, Eddie caught your glance and smiled. It wasn't a glamourous, award-winning smile like Jason had given you. Eddie had this crooked grin, which he hid behind a lock of hair that he grabbed and pulled over his mouth. He looked like a little kid.

Your stomach tightened at his expression. He was just so... nice. And people like him, who dressed like him, were never nice in the movies. Then again, people like Steve were usually mean, and Steve was probably one of your best friends in the world. A guy like Hopper would be jaded and cold, but he had actually been soft and sweet in his own way. And you expected Nancy to be prissy and prude, but there was nothing prissy about the way she handled a shotgun. Almost everyone you'd met so far had been contradictory to what they seemed on the outside. Maybe this Eddie guy was different.

But you'd thought that about Jennifer, and Mary, and Jason. They even tried to take you in, to be nice to you. But that had all been a ploy to get you close only for them to snap the trap shut when you least expected it. What if this was a trick, too?

Eddie left straight after the bell rang, so you didn't have a chance to gauge his true intentions. You might have followed him out to the parking lot, if your head wasn't still pounding. Instead, you stepped out to find Steve sitting right where you'd left him. Did he even drive off after you went inside?

"Well? How was it?"

You hesitated. If you told him what had happened, he would never let you go back there again. But you hated lying to Steve.

So you shrugged. "It was good. The classes were sometimes boring. But it was not as scary as I thought, and I only got lost twice."

Steve grinned and started the car. "That's great! Everyone was nice, right?"

Robin was nice. Nancy was nice. Chrissy was nice. Eddie was nice. Who cared about anyone else? You nodded.

"And you made friends?"

You nodded again. At least, you thought you'd made friends. Steve's hands tapped away at the wheel, excited.

"That means you're okay to take the bus tomorrow, right? 'Cause I got an early shift at Family Video and I won't be able to drop you off."

"I guess so." You didn't see what the big deal was. But your hesitant answer had Steve's eyes on you as he backtracked.

"I mean, I can call Keith and ask him to switch my shift."

"No, I will," you said. It was part of the experience, right? You wanted to be a normal kid, and normal kids took the bus.

And they didn't wear oversized plaid shirts, apparently. You'd go through your closet when you got home to see if you had anything more appropriate. Maybe you'd lay out some magazines and compare outfits.

Not that you had any time. Joyce called you all the way from California, everyone there wondering how your first day went. She said that El's first day was great, and that Will looked out for her. "I'm so proud of you, sweetie," she kept saying. "You're gonna do great." Jonathan said the same thing, when he took the phone from his mom. "It'll be a piece of cake. Just stay away from the weirdos and you'll be fine."

They were all so excited for you, how were you supposed to tell them that there was nothing to be proud of? That you were the weirdo? Well, that didn't matter. You had messed up a little -- the clothes, the seating. But you would do better tomorrow.

Besides, you had someone to sit with. If he'd meant it, that is.

[hard-candy-writing]

freaks, creeps, and weirdos: chapter eight

eddie munson x fem!reader

chapter one - chapter two - chapter three - chapter four - chapter five - chapter six - chapter seven

fic summary: y/n escaped hawkins lab years ago, and teamed up with the crew to help them take down every monstrosity they’ve faced so far. with the threat of vecna looming over hawkins, yours and el’s powers will be needed more than ever. for now, you have to blend in with the rest of town. but everything you think you know about living a normal life gets turned upside-down when you meet eddie munson.

chapter summary: after confessing your feelings to each other, you and eddie are met with a vicious rumour that's spread all over hawkin's high. but that doesn't stop you from exploring your relationship, and each other...

warnings: slightly nsfw. soft! naive! reader. bullying, teasing, very vicious rumours about reader being a slut, reader doesn’t understand social cues. she/her pronouns for reader. mentions of date rape drugs (no use, just rumours) and having multiple partners. heavy making out, grinding, and a little sex-ed talk from eddie. mentions of masturbation.

a/n: the next chapter is gonna get steamy...

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chapter eight: taking it slow

Monday couldn't come fast enough. You found yourself laying out your new clothes on your bed the night before, switching out small things like socks and scrunchies until it was perfect. Until it made you feel confident. Until you looked the way you felt on the inside.

Eddie's eyes lit up when he picked you up, gaze darting to every inch of you, trying to take you in all at once.

"Eyes on the road," you'd told him with a giggle.

You'd only been stared at like that once before, and that was by Billy. With him, you'd felt like a piece of meat being slowly and deliberately devoured by his eyes as you and the crew hung out at the pool. But with Eddie, it felt like admiration. Like he was stargazing when he looked at you.

And maybe devouring you just a little bit.

When you pulled up to school, you spied Nancy chatting outside with a few of her friends from the school newspaper. You grabbed Eddie's arm before he could open his door.

"Hey, um..." You bit your lip.

"What is it, sweet thing?"

"Um, can we maybe..." You tugged at your hair, feeling more anxious than you thought you would. "Maybe not tell anyone about us just yet?"

Eddie's face fell -- just for a moment, just enough for you to notice. But then he was nodding, smiling reassuringly, holding your hand.

"It's not that I don't want people to know," you blurted, terrified you'd hurt him. "But this is my first relationship. I just want to --"

"Take things slow?" He squeezed your hand. "I get it, Y/N. First while it'll be our little secret. Just until we're both comfortable, yeah?"

You nodded and he released your hand. Guilt washed over you. It had killed you to lie to Steve about your budding relationship with Eddie. If Nancy or any of your mutual friends found out the truth, Steve would be the first to know -- and your lie would be revealed. He would accuse Eddie of taking advantage of you. He'd warn you against him, like he had before. You couldn't afford to ruin your friendship when you'd only just made up.

You'd tell him the truth one day. Soon. When the timing was right.

As you walked to your first class, you couldn't help but feel as if all eyes were on you. Oh, no; did someone write something on your locker again? You checked your back, making sure nobody had taped a note between your shoulders. But by the time you finally got to class, you were no closer to understanding why so many people eyed you. You sat in your usual spot, carefully avoiding Jennifer and her Clones as you went. Jennifer's bright eyes were on you, too. Tracking you like a cat watching a perched bird.

"Psst."

You looked up from your backpack to find her leaning out of her seat towards you. A perfect ringlet of golden hair fell over her shoulder, deceptively angelic. You looked around, sure she was talking to someone else. But nobody else had turned.

"Y/N!" she hissed, and your gaze returned to her. She pointed at you with a manicured finger. "I love your skirt. Where did you get it?"

You floundered for a second. "O-Oh, I went to the mall this weekend." You tried to tell her where it was and the store's name. Despite your obvious awkwardness, Jennifer and her Clones smiled and nodded along encouragingly. The final bell rang, cutting you off mid-description.

"So cute," Jennifer drawled in a whisper that felt like it was just between friends. "Shows off your legs so nicely!"

As class started, your brain drifted elsewhere. Was that why everyone was staring at you? You smiled to yourself. Eddie had been right; all you'd needed was a little confidence. Maybe this whole school thing wasn't so complicated as you'd made it out to be.

When class ended, Jennifer waved goodbye. You made sure to give your skirt a quick once-over before leaving the classroom, just to make sure she hadn't been secretly insulting you. But when you found nothing, you stepped out into the hall and made your way to your next class as if you were a model on a runway. As if you were Madonna walking on stage to accept an award. Finally, you were getting what you deserved.

Your second class with Mrs. Brown was already full when you arrived -- maybe you'd spent a little more time basking in the attention everyone showered you with. You strolled in and sat down beside Robin, letting your skirt sweep around your legs with a flourish. Robin grabbed your arm.

"Holy shit, Y/N, is it true?" she asked.

"Is what true?"

"You and Eddie slept together?"

You felt all the colour drain from your face. "What?"

You heard a short chorus of snickers around you, and spun to find a cluster of students quickly look away. Mrs. Brown walked in at that moment, calling the class to attention. You looked to Robin, desperate, frightened. She got out a sheet of paper and started scribbling down a hasty paragraph.

She outlined it pretty well. Apparently the rumour had started with the cheerleading squad -- or maybe it was the basketball team, nobody could separate the two -- that morning. Jeff had had a party on Thursday, and according to more than a few whispers, you and Eddie had snuck off to the upstairs bedroom for some fun. That rumour had grown -- exploded, really -- into far more detail than you wanted to hear. Things you didn't even know two people could do together.

You felt like throwing up. None of that was true. They were calling you a slut, saying you were pregnant, saying you had slept with the entire Hellfire Club just so they'd be friends with you. They were calling Eddie a perv, saying he did it on a dare, saying he'd bribed you with pot -- or worse, had spiked your drink. If any teachers heard that, someone would call the cops. Eddie would get in trouble.

If this wasn't set straight, not only would your reputation be ruined and Eddie potentially charged for something he hadn't done, but Steve would definitely find out about the two of you. By the time the bell rang, dismissing you to lunch, you had gone from shocked and disgusted to angry. This couldn't stand.

It wouldn't.

\

Eddie had left a message with Mike, who waited for you at your locker.

"He's rounded everyone up in the club room," he told you, walking with you down a vacant hall. "He's pissed."

You swallowed thickly. "Why is he angry with us?"

"Someone had to let loose that you guys spent the night together."

You hadn't thought of that. Nobody else knew about Jeff's party, and certainly nobody else knew about you and Eddie sharing a bed.

"Did you guys happen to tell Steve?" you asked as you approached the club room.

Mike just shook his head and opened the door. You expected to see them all in their usual seats, Eddie in his throne. You'd never seen the place like this. Instead of its usual dimmed lights, all the bright ceiling lights were on and buzzing, giving the room a pale, dingy look. Everyone had tossed their backpacks in a pile on the table, and stood in a line on one side of the room. You spotted Eddie's leather jacket and vest folded over the back of his throne.

He paced up and down the length of the room. Long-sleeved shirt rolled up over his elbows. Hair up in a low ponytail. One hand on his hip, the other rubbing his chin and mouth, eyes firmly on the ground. Only when Mike joined the others in the line did Eddie look up. You went to join them, but Eddie's arm shot out and swept you back behind him.

"Who the fuck was it?" he snapped. When nobody said a word, Eddie shook his head. "Don't make me fucking repeat myself. I have spent both periods," his voice rose to a shout, "trying to track down where it started. Ended up with Jason fucking Carver shoved up against a wall telling me he'd heard it and told Chrissy, that maybe Mary and the others had overheard. So where the fuck did he get it from?"

Jeff, Gareth, and Matt all kept their eyes down. Mike gazed down the line, observing everyone else. But Dustin and Lucas glanced at one another.

"Uh..." Lucas started.

Eddie's attention snapped to him. "What? Spit it out!"

"I-I went to the park yesterday with the team for some practice." Lucas Swallowed thickly. "D-Dustin came to see me after, and we talked. I think we, we may have mentioned the party. M-Maybe Jason overheard?"

Eddie's gaze darted between him and Dustin. "And did you happen to mention Y/N and I sleeping in the same bed?"

"Listen, Eddie," Dustin said, opening his arms, ever the diplomat. "It's not like we were gossiping or anything. We were just," he shrugged, innocent, "wondering if Y/N was okay that night. So we may have talked about what happened --"

"In front of Jason, who managed to spread it around the entire school." Eddie crossed his arms. "Sound right, Henderson?"

Dustin's charm melted away, arms dropping to his sides. Mike's face was firmly planted in his palm, clearly ashamed of his friend's efforts.

"Sinclair, Henderson, stay. Rest of you, out." Eddie turned away from them, towards you. He gripped your shoulders, rubbing your arms. "You okay? Don't worry, I'm gonna fix this."

You nodded, though you weren't sure. Once everyone else had left, Eddie turned back to the boys. You braced yourself, ready for the real yelling to start. But when Eddie spoke, his voice was low. Disappointed, laced with frustration, but gentle.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose, but guys," he shook his head. "But come on. You've grown up in Hawkins, same as me. You know how shit spreads in small towns. High school's the same thing, but ten times worse."

The fear in Dustin and Lucas faded, quickly replaced with shame.

"We didn't say you guys did anything," Lucas said.

"People like to fill in the blanks. And when it comes to people like us? You know, the outcasts, the losers? We can't afford to let them write our story like that. Christ, they're talking about me slipping drugs into her drink."

Dustin squeezed his eyes shut, pained. "We're sorry, Eddie."

"Don't apologize to me, apologize to Y/N." He stepped aside, letting them see you. "She's gonna suffer the most."

They both gave you mumbled apologies. You just nodded at them. Eddie's hands were on his hips when he next spoke.

"Now we gotta do damage control. The rest of the guys know what that means, and they'll probably let Mike know."

"Damage control?" you asked.

Eddie nodded. "Every time you guys hear our names, you correct whatever's being said. You were at the party, right? That means you're an eye witness. According to you, we were never even alone together, let alone sharing a bed. 'Kay? If anyone asks, you think Lisa probably started the rumour 'cause I left her high and dry at Jason's party the weekend before."

Dustin gawped. "Wait, there was a party? Why weren't we invited?"

"'Cause you're freshmen, and nobody invites freshmen to parties." He waved them off. "Go, before you waste your lunch in here."

They scurried off, probably still expecting Eddie to snap at them. When the door was shut and you were alone, you saw Eddie's shoulders slump. He let out a long sigh. When he turned to face you, all the confidence was gone from his expression -- exhaustion replaced it. He sauntered over, hands rising to cup your face.

"We shouldn't stay here for too long. Don't want to spark more rumours."

You couldn't help the frown that tugged at the corners of your mouth. You grasped his wrists, rubbing the soft skin there. "Are you okay?"

He shrugged. "I'm used to this. I'm just sorry you have to go through it." He pressed his lips to your forehead, one arm coming around your shoulders as he rocked from foot to foot.

"I don't want you to take this as me being ashamed of being with you," he continued, speaking into your hair. "If you want them to believe we slept together, then fine. But talk of you being passed around?" Eddie shook his head, his lips tight. "No. I'm sorry, but that's not gonna happen. Not while we're here to defend you."

Despite the anger in you -- the disgust, the worry, the humiliation -- you felt warmth spread through your limbs at Eddie's words. He and the others were there to protect you. With them, plus Robin and Nancy, soon the whole school would be set straight, right?

But in the meantime...

"Does this mean we should stay away from each other? I mean," you pulled away to look him in the eyes, "keep our relationship secret a little longer? Just until things die down?"

He nodded. "Might be for the best. Looks like we'll be taking it slower than we thought, sweet thing."

"But I still want you to pick me up, and drop me off." You stood on your toes, trying to look him right in the eye. "If we completely ignore each other, we'll look like we're trying too hard."

Eddie shook his head, smiling. "Don't think I could completely stay away from you."

He pressed his lips to yours, one hand rubbing your back, the other tangling in your hair. Slowly, your shoulders relaxed. You could handle this. Soon the rumours would fade away. Steve wouldn't find out until you were ready to tell him. Everything would be okay.

At least, you hoped so.

\

November stripped the trees bare. The wind yanked at your clothes, cut through them as if they were nothing. The slate gray skies threatened snow every morning. But you were toasty warm in Eddie's bed.

You'd told Steve that you were at Nancy's house. Eddie would drop you off before Steve got off work, and he'd be none the wiser. It had gone a lot like this for the past few weeks. Claiming you were in the library, or hanging out with the kids, or with one of the girls, when actually you were with Eddie. Sometimes you told him the truth. But you didn't want it to seem like you were spending most of your time with him, just in case Steve suspected something was going on.

Nobody else suspected anything. True to his word, Eddie had diffused most of the rumours that had spread through Hawkins High. Only a handful of people still whistled at the two of you when they spotted you together in the hall or at lunch. Eddie had told you not to react. If you treated the joke as old news, soon it would be.

Nobody could know that the rumours were slowly coming true.

Eddie couldn't keep his hands still when you were in his lap. First they tangled with yours. Then his arms circled your hips. Palms swept up your back, into your hair, held the back of your neck. At the moment, his hands had finally found a spot to rest on your hips.

This was the longest he'd ever let you sit in his lap before. Usually, after only a few minutes of making out, he'd ease you onto your back and lean over you, slowing it down.

"Why do you do that?" you'd asked once before. Well, maybe you'd whined it, lips pouted in frustration.

"There's no rush, is there?" he'd replied smoothly, as cool as usual. "You're not very experienced, are you? Think we should take it slow."

But today, it felt like there was some sense of urgency in him. His lips were hot, swollen, trailing ticklish lines up and down your neck. You both breathed heavy. Each time he nipped at the soft skin of your throat, your eyes fluttered shut and you had to bite your lip to stop yourself from mewling. But a few sounds slipped out. Eddie chuckled.

"Mmm, you like that, sweet thing?"

You could only nod, breathless. Every time his teeth grazed your skin, his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, or his tongue slid against yours, you felt heat shoot straight to your core. The spot between your legs throbbed. Joyce had told you all about periods, discharge, that sort of thing. But nothing about this. You assumed this was a good sign, that it meant you were attracted to Eddie. But it ached. You wanted relief, and squirmed around, trying to find it.

Your core connected with something hard. You ground down on it, and the relief was so intense that you couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your throat. Eddie hummed against your neck, hands easing your hips back and forth, guiding you.

"Oh, that's it, sweet thing," he all but growled. "That feel good?"

"S' good," you panted. "I... I don't get it..."

"Don't get what?"

"Th-This." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer, grinding down harder. "Why it feels so good..."

Eddie lifted his head. He cupped your cheek with one hand, shaking you a little to coax your eyes open. When you opened them, his stare was hazy. The hand still on your hip stilled you.

"You don't know why?" When you shook your head, he smiled lazily. "Aw, that's okay, baby. But maybe we should stop and talk about it."

"Don' wanna stop," you moaned, and tried to grind down on him again.

Eddie's other hand came back down on your hip, keeping you still. "No, Y/N. I don't want to keep going if you have no idea what's going on. Makes me uncomfortable."

You didn't want him to feel that way. You took a deep breath through your nose and exhaled through your mouth. You still felt a distracting tingle between your legs, but you kept your focus on Eddie's hands. On his hoarse, warm voice.

"Guess you skipped sex ed in freshman year, huh?" he chuckled. "That's fine. What are you feeling right now?"

"Frustrated."

"Okay. But physically?"

"Feel all... Tingly and tense, uh... B-between my..."

You squirmed a little, starting to get embarrassed. He must have noticed the way you averted your eyes, because Eddie took your chin in his hand and angled you so that you faced him again.

"Don't have to be embarrassed, sweet thing. Happens to me, too, just a little differently. It just means you're turned on, that you wanna keep going. You... know how guys and girls are different physically, right?" You nodded. "Well, when guys get turned on, they get hard."

He took your hand, rubbing his thumb over your wrist. "Do you wanna feel? It's okay if you don't, but I think you did already."

You nodded. "I wanna."

Eddie gently placed your hand on the bulge in his jeans. Oh. That was what you'd been grinding against. His... Oh, God. He quickly removed your hand.

"See? I feel the same way, no shame."

"Does it hurt?"

He lifted a shoulder. "Not unless I ignore it for awhile, and even then it isn't so bad. Why? Does it hurt for you?"

You shook your head. "Not exactly. It just feels like... like I want to get rid of it. How?"

Eddie grinned. "Well there's a couple ways. You remember how it felt when you were rutting against me?"

You nodded. God, it had felt good.

"That warm, nice feeling?" he went on. "If you keep doing that, keep grinding against something or touching yourself, that feeling builds up and up. Until you reach... Well, until it feels really good. Until you get that release. Then you come down from it."

"T-Touch... myself?"

"You haven't done that before, have you?" Eddie squeezed your hips. "I'd like you to try. Maybe tonight, or whenever you're comfortable. Think of someone you find really attractive --"

"Like you?"

Eddie's smile was goofy, beaming. "Yeah, sweet thing. Think of me, and touch yourself between your legs for me, okay?"

"But what do I do? Won't I need your help?"

He shook his head. "You do whatever feels right. If it hurts, if it feels wrong, just stop. And if you need help... Got a phone in your room?"

"Yeah."

"You just call me, and I'll help you out. 'Kay?"

When you smiled, Eddie leaned forward and kissed your nose.

"Good thing we stopped there, too." He reached over to his bedside table, and you heard his keys jingle in his hands. "It's about time to drop you home."

Your tummy felt heavy at the thought of having to leave him. Even if you'd see him again soon, it still made you sad. You wanted to wake up in his arms again. All warm and sunny and sweet.

But you had homework tonight, didn't you? Touch yourself, and think of me. You could manage that.

Especially if Eddie was on the other end of the phone, talking you through it.

[sinczir]

One shot or blurb idea: Eddie and you making out under the bleachers during a game, you are hiding from all your friends because they don't you are together but that just makes it hotter

I added some things if thats okay with you, wanted to make it more intresting <3

Cw: minor smut. heavy making out, pet names; love, sweetheart m’lady, handjob, tit sucking, fluff, grinding, reference to sex.

wc: 854

Basketball wasn't really your thing or Eddie's, but because you were close to Lucas, you attended his games to show your support. Eddie disliked everything related to basketball, especially games. Eddie was forced to attend the upcoming game with you because you wanted his company and didn't want to be lonely at the game.

"Just this game, Eddie! stop being dramatic". You shouted."How do you find basketball games entertaining when they are so boring? With all the people watching the game and the hallways empty, imagine what we could do together". He grinned. 

"Eddie—are you serious? Why would you wanna have sex in school?". " How do you know I'm talking about sex love?" he chuckled side-eyeing your boyfriend, "Eddie, I know what goes through your head." "How about we have more fun instead at the game?" Eddie proposed. "Eddie, not many people can see us together right now". "Not many people are aware that we are dating, and who knows what rumours they will start". " Who cares? Let them find out?"  Eddie exhaled. Eddie's mind suddenly had an idea. He smirked. "Unless you want to hide under the bleachers and make out?"

“I guess were doing that.”

You and Eddie both decided it was safer to go to the game hall earlier to avoid the others. You and Eddie both ran into the Hall, hand in hand and crawled under the bleachers. The hall was quiet- The janitor the only one in the hall at the moment, she couldnt have seen you due to the music been blasted into her ears and- the janitor was quite slow. You and Eddie giggled as you began to crawl faster to the corner of the Bleachers. The bleachers were dark, had alot of space and most importanly quiet. Who knows what you and Eddie could accomplish in such space.

Eddie and you arrived on time. Students began to assemble in the hall. you could hear Dustin, Mike, and Max's familiar voices sitting right on top of where you and Eddie were about to make out, What a coincidence?

Shortly after, the game had begun you and Eddie both looked at eachothers direction and both smirked. “Shall we start, m’lady?” Eddie smirked, guiding you to his lap. You licked your lips- harshly connecting them with Eddies, Eddie let out a groan as you bit his lip. You began to grind slowly on his lap- your clit hitting his growing erection. You were so desperate for Eddie, you reached down- stroking his buldge. Eddie let out a groan right in your mouth causing you to moan. You looked at Eddie for consent to keep on going, you got the signal from Eddie as you pulled out with hard thick cock. 

This tip had already been leaking from pre-cum, you had bent down to lick his slit. Eddie had let out a loud groan, thank God you and Eddies moans had been covered by the screaming crowd- Who knows what trouble you and Eddie could of gotten in if you were caught. You began to bop your head up and down, slowly choking as Eddies tip harshly hit the back of your throat. “Oh- Baby fuck! keep on going” He moaned, Eddies stomach began to tense up, you knew he was close. You continued to suck Eddies cock, you felt a warm liquid feel the back of your throat. 

You looked up to see a sweating Eddie, you kissed Eddies tip before moving up and kissing his lips. You sat back on Eddies lap, slipping your tounge in Eddies mouth and played with his, the kiss was extremlely messy, but extremley hot.

You and Eddie continued to make out before Eddie pulled away. “Y/N?” 

“Yes Eddie?”

“Can’ i suck your tits please?” Eddie pouted You were stunned, Eddie had never asked you this before, but you were definitely into it. You smilied at Eddie before taking your shirt off. Eddie stared at your boobs in awe. “No bra? Naughty girl” Eddie laughed before sucking on your tit and palming the other one. You moaned so loud, you didnt expect it to feel this good. Eddie started sucking your bud- and biting it. You started playing with his hair and grinded on his lap, you were in Heaven. Eddie moved his mouth to the other one, you played the tit Eddie had been previously sucking on, it had been covered his Eddies saliva which made it even better. You and Eddie both climax and layed on eachother for a while. You were still shirtless, you didnt slip your shirt back on, you and Eddie were both to tired. “Lets have a quick nap shall we?” You whispered, you climbed ontop of Eddie and you both drifted off.

Little did you two know, the game had been over for a while. The school was empty, you and Eddie were fast asleep under the bleaches. The janitor had came in to the hall to clean the mess. She had been cleaning up and and moved to clean the bleaches. Eddies let out a loud snore, that even made you scream. “Whos there!” “Shit!”

[eveatethefruit]

Unraveling - part iv - Eddie Munson

"Tonight we do not apologize, we do not spiral, we do not wallow. "

CW: | 8.5k words | 18+ fem reader, some fluff, some angst, slight mentions of depression , dom!Eddie, smoking weed , dubcon, oral (f + m receiving) , choking, biting,  daddy!kink, slight degradation (whore, slut), petnames bc i hate y/n let me know if I missed anything!

AN: This is probably my favorite chapter of this story so far. We get to know a little more about our main girl, and watch the story continue to unfold. Thank you guys so much for the outpour of support, I appreciate it more than you'll ever know. As always, like reblogs comments and DMs are always encouraged and welcome. -Vi

| Masterlist | part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v.1 | part v.ii|

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It was hard not to think about. 

Every time you sat the next day, you were reminded of the previous night’s events - your ass slightly bruised from Eddie’s punishment in the back of his van. 

You also can’t stop thinking about the way he looked at you as you got out of the car, the way you wanted him to reach out and say something. Anything. Invite you over. Cuddle you. Hold you. 

Kiss you. 

You haven’t kissed. It’s kind of strange. But every time you think about him now, you don’t just think of his hands, or the way he wraps them around your throat, but also his plush pink lips. The way they move when he talks. And the way he kissed your face and held you after he spanked you. 

Maybe it was just part of the protocol - the aftercare. The way he cuddled you, protected you and held you as you let go, crying softly in his arms. But it felt different after that. Something in you felt…softer. 

“Hello? Can I order here or what?” The male customer asks, breaking you out of your daydream as you sit at the register. 

You shake your head, embarrassed to have been caught by the stranger. “Oh, y-yeah I’m sorry. What can I get started for you?” You ask, putting on your sweet customer service voice, trying to appease the irritated man. 

You could feel the way he looked down at you, as if you were below him because you’re taking his order while he stood there in a stupid, ill-fitting suit. “Just an americano. Straight up,” he says, not even looking you in the eye as he tosses money on the counter. You stare at the cash, gritting your teeth, trying to hold back. 

“What size did you want sir?” You ask, inhaling deeply, keeping yourself calm. 

He scoffs at your question, like it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever been asked. “A regular. Christ,” he scoffs. And, of course, ‘regular’ isn’t a fucking size so you write down a 12 ounce, not wanting to interact with him any longer. You give him his change and he doesn’t so much as mutter a “thank you” as he walks away. 

You huff, walking over to the espresso machine to brew his drink. Your head felt like it was pounding after being berated by assholes like this guy all day. It’s hard enough having to be out here in this town on your own, never mind getting shit on by it’s locals because you’re in your 20’s working in a coffee shop. It’s like they don’t understand that not everyone has rich parents, or parents really at all, that help their kids out. You’re doing the best you can, but fuck does it feel like sometimes it’ll never be good enough. 

You shake your head, trying to focus on finishing up the drink, bracing yourself to have to interact with the man again. 

“12 ounce Americano,” you call out, making eye contact with the man so he knows it’s his. He starts to approach the counter, his eyes squinting at the drink. 

“I asked for a regular Americano,” he utters, looking at the cup with disgust. 

“This…is…a regular Americano?” You question, unsure of what he thinks is wrong. 

He rolls his eyes at you. “Then where’s the milk?” He asks, moving the cup around so some spills on the counter. 

Your jaw tightens. “Sir, Americanos are made with water and espresso. Lattes have espresso and milk, did you want me to make you a latte instead?” You reply, trying your best to not give attitude, just offer a solution. Your customer service voice is at full tilt, despite your blood starting to boil. 

The man’s voice starts to raise, startling you. “What I want, is foryou to stop being fucking rude. Just make me the drink I asked for,” he spits. 

Your heart is pounding in your chest, enraged and embarrassed that this stranger thinks he can talk to you in such a way. But, honestly, are you surprised? It’s the life of a woman, being talked down to by an entitled man who thinks you owe him the world. You open your mouth to reply, but you’re interrupted by another voice next to you. 

“Do not talk to her like that,” Eddie interferes, his eyes burning into the man. If looks could kill, he would be fucking dead. 

“Are you the manager?” The man challenges, completely ignoring you and turning to face Eddie. 

“Yeah,” Eddie lies. “And either you can take that drink, let us make you a latte, or you can get the hell out,” he challenges, his chest puffing as he stares the man down.  You never took Eddie as a particularly violent person, but you were starting to feel afraid for the customer in front of you. 

“Fuck this place,” the man says, grabbing the drink and stomping out of the shop. 

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and look at Eddie, who’s fists are clenched at his side. His gaze is set on the man leaving the store, watching to make sure he exits and doesn’t come back. 

You slowly reach a hand to touch his arm, his biceps flexed under the black shirt. “Thank you,” you whisper. He flinches at your touch, making you recoil. 

Eddie’s attention snaps toward you, his eyes instantly softening as they scan your face. “Are you okay?” He asks. 

You nod, chewing the inside of your lip. “He was just an asshole,” you mutter, dropping your gaze to your feet. You honestly feel embarrassed that Eddie felt the need to come save you at all, but you’re grateful. And sort of surprised. He’s stepped in when someone was being rude to you before, but you haven’t seem him so bothered by it like he is now. 

“No one gets to talk to you like that, customer or not,” Eddie says, his eyes flicking back to the door that the man walked out of. His words seem so certain, like he would see to it that no one would ever disrespect you again. Your heart ached. 

Typically a man trying to step in for you might bother you, even piss you off if you feel like you could handle yourself. But this was different. You know Eddie wasn’t trying to just assert his masculinity, or feed in to some toxic shit. He was protecting you, watching out for you, plain and simple. Like he felt some sort of obligation, some sense of duty to make sure you were okay. He was standing in front of you like a guard dog, and even if you didn’t like admitting it, it did make you feel safe. He made you feel safe. 

It’s hard, the idea of letting someone try and stand up for you, after fighting for yourself, by yourself, for so long. You’ve been let down too many times. It’s hard to imagine that someone would want to fight for you. Your typical defense mechanism in these situations is to shut down. Keep your head down, push away the hurt and get to work on something. Anything. Distract yourself. 

But Eddie can see it, he can see the way your eyes start to go distant, how your body tenses as if it’s on the defense. “Hey,” Eddie says, attempting to break your trance. 

“Where’s your head at?” He asks, his head tilted as he tries to get you to make eye contact with him. But you’re avoiding it. You close your eyes and huff, bringing yourself back, letting the wall stand right back up. 

“Nowhere,” you lie. “All good.” You give him a weak, fake smile. 

He replicates your facade, returning your fake smile. He gives you a small nod as he turns to head back to the dishes he was previously washing. A sense of relief washes over you, wanting to be left alone to ruminate in your own head. But before he walks away, he turns back to you. 

“Come over tonight?” He suggests, a hint of nervousness in his voice. 

You’re slightly shaken by his nerves, making your own heart flutter. It wasn’t the demanding, confident Eddie you were used to now. His voice was different. Soft. 

Your lips part, searching for an answer. Did you want to see him tonight? Did you want to keep building upon the foundation you two have started together, whatever that may mean? 

He sensed your hesitancy, and stepped forward again, bringing a hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. 

“Come over tonight,” he whispers. “And let me distract you from whatever is happening in your head.” 

Your eyes look up to his, flicking back and forth. You feel too seen, too vulnerable in the way he seems to know your mind. “How- how do you..?” You trail, your voice wandering off in question as he backs away from you slowly. 

“I know the feeling,” he shrugs and turns his back to you, leaving you alone at the espresso machine. 

-

The hours tick by slowly. Painfully. You exchange words with Eddie but they’re few and far between. You’re too stuck in your own head to fully engage. You’re stuck thinking about home, thinking about events you wish you could forget. Things you don’t wish to speak about out loud. You can’t help it when this happens, when your brain decides to spiral you into a black hole. 

You lock the door behind you as Eddie waits to walk with you to your car. It’s dark, and for once you’re grateful for the Hawkins sky, littered with stars that you can’t normally see in your own hometown. 

“Do you need to talk?” Eddie asks, breaking the heavy air you’ve built around yourself. You can’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing his big chocolate eyes will be filled with a softness you’re not ready to see. A softness you don’t feel like you deserve right now. 

You keep your gaze up above, admiring the speckled sky. “I’m okay Eds,” you say, and you try to mean it. You find yourself staring at a cluster of stars, formed together in some sort of constellation that you don’t recognize or know the name of. Eddie’s gaze follows your own, looking at the stars above. 

You don’t see it, but his gaze flickers between you and the stars. Both seeming so far away. 

“C’mon,” he mutters, urging you to keep walking. You do as you’re told, dragging your heavy legs forward. 

Eddie turns to you when he reaches your car, blocking you from getting into it right away. He knows all too well that you’d get in and run, avoid him for the rest of the night, come up with an excuse to hide. 

He takes your chin in his hand, gentle but firm. “I want you to go home and pack a bag of clothes. You’re going to come stay the night at mine, understand?” He instructs. His words may be direct, but his tone is almost quiet, light and comforting. His dark eyes may be blending in with the night, but you know they’re filled with softness. 

You nod. “Okay,” You whisper, not having the energy to speak louder. But his directions are clear, and you intend to follow them. 

Eddie opens your car door for you and watches you get in. He pauses before shutting the door, a whisper of words attempting to leave his mouth. But nothing comes out. And you don’t wait for it. You close the door yourself and offer him a small smile before starting your car and backing out. 

The short ride was enough to make your brain go numb. By the time you’re home, you feel like you just want to go lay down and stare at the wall, let yourself indulge and drown in a deluge of your own thoughts. 

There’s also the part of you that wants to run.  

But your best option tonight is to run to Eddie. Well, really, it’s your only option. And it’s not that you don’t want to go to him, you just don’t want to break down in front of him. You don’t want to let him in to see you in this way. Sure, whatever relationship you two have is intimate to say the least, but it’s primarily physical. 

Right?

You’re stirred out of staring at your bed by the ringing phone on your wall. Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest. You stare at the damned thing, mocking you with its ringing, its invitation to socialization in your moment of silence. It rings and rings and rings. Did someone turn up the volume on it somehow? Has the ringing always been this loud?

And then it stops. You sigh in relief. 

And it starts again. 

“God fuck- damn thing,” you curse, stumbling over your own feet with the full intention to rip the entire thing off the wall. But you answer. 

“Hello?”

“Sweetheart,” you hear his coy voice, all too familiar at this point. “Don’t get stuck,” he says. Your eyebrows knit together as you lean the phone between your ear and shoulder, using your hands to start to pack a bag. 

“I’m not,” you lie. You were. 

“Put your clothes in a bag and get over here,” Eddie directs you. And before you can come up with a witty response, or an excuse to back out, he hangs up. 

You groan and don’t bother putting the phone back on the hook, just letting it fall as you drop it from your shoulder. You continue to throw random clothes in a bag until you decide it’s full enough, and give yourself a once over in your mirror. 

Tired. You look tired. But you are tired, so really there’s not much more to it. You decide to change out of your jeans and into something more comfy, baggy sweats, an old Nirvana shirt, and an even older, baggier dark green hoodie. If Eddie was expecting any sort of effort from you this evening, he was definitely mistaken. 

-

He opens the creaky door to his trailer before you even make it up the steps. He’s shirtless, black sweats hanging low on his pale hips, with a cigarette burning in his mouth. Your cheeks heat up at the sight. Distract he does.

“Hi sweetheart,” He smiles, a dimple popping out as he leaves the door open for you for the second time now. You wait for him to guide you to his room, but this time he takes the dingy tote bag off your shoulder, insisting he carry it. 

He looks so adorable, smoking and handsome and carrying things for you and - and you can’t help but feel a tinge of guilt for being such a downer. 

“Eddie,” you stop him, not yet entering his room. He stops in his door frame, turning to face you with kind eyes. “I’m sorry I’m in like a weird headspace or something. I don’t want to make you feel like you need to cheer me up or pity me…” you say meekly, your voice low as your hand reaches up to play with the ends of your hair. 

Your eyes finally look up to meet his, waiting for him to say something as he continues to watch you. It’s awkward. And weird. And you’re slightly uncomfortable. 

Then he shoots his hand forward, a palm nearly coming into contact with your face. “No!” He shouts. “No sorries allowed in my palace, princess,” He declares, loud and theatrical and absolutely ridiculous. 

“But I-“

“Nope. Tonight we do not apologize, we do not spiral, we do not wallow. Tonight…” He leads, before giving a half spin as he turns into his room. 

“We dance.”

He drops your bag on the floor and grabs your hand, pulling you into his room and kicking the door shut behind you. The light is different this time, varying hues of purple and orange spread across corners of the wall, mixed with randomly placed Christmas lights. And as you breathe in the scent of weed mixed with a candle that smells of…pumpkin? You hear the crackle of an old Etta James record spinning in the background. 

He pulled you into his arms, spinning you clumsily before letting go and spinning in a circle himself. You can’t help the smile cracking through your face, despite how much you want to resist it. You giggle under your breath at the goofy boy. 

“Eddieeee,” You laugh as he takes your hand and spins you around again. “Are you high?” 

He stops suddenly, a hand flying to his chest, feigning heartbreak. “ME? High? How dare you accuse me of such a thing.” 

You raise your eyebrows at him, letting yourself sway to the music, just rocking back and forth on your feet, trying to let it all go. 

“No, sweet thing, I am not high,” He continues from across you, swaying as well, his arms out like he’s pretending to be an airplane. “Yet,” he clarifies. You give him a questioning look, one that begs the question - will we be smoking tonight? 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Eddie says, sauntering back up to you, putting his hands around your neck and swaying, mimicking a slow dance. He moves one hand down to your low back, pressing against the baggy material of your jacket, pulling you closer into him. He starts to attempt to move your bodies together, a sensual, slow movement, but your clumsy feet nearly trip on his larger ones. 

Eddie chuckles, helping you both catch your balance again. He leans down, letting his lips hover just above your ear. “Let me take the lead baby,” he whispers, sending chills down your spine. Your breathing hitches as he presses you firmly against his front and starts swaying you two together. 

“I found a dream that I could speak to,” Etta’s voice rings through the  room, a sweet sound among the warm lights, the foggy haze. You feel Eddie’s chest vibrate as your head rests atop it. He’s humming along, possibly even singing lowly to the music. 

“A dream that I could call my own.” 

He whispers into your ear, his voice raspy and low. You feel like you could be dreaming. If the music wasn’t surrounding you, you would bet Eddie could hear your heart beat. Maybe he can feel it. 

You tilt your head back and up to look at him, take him in. How did this happen? He’s looking back down at you, his brown eyes almost tinted purple with the hue of the lights. His pale skin seeming luminescent, only blending in in the spots covered in black ink. His hair is a mess, a mop of curls falling over his head and on his shoulders. And his lips. His pink lips, freshly coated by his tongue that seems to always poke out, especially when he’s looking at you. 

He’s watching you just as intently, taking in your features, basking in this moment. Grateful that it exists at all, that you two got lucky enough to exist at the same time, in the same place - regardless of defining what was going on, he’s happy it’s happening, here in his arms. 

And you feel it too, you feel the worry and heaviness melting away. And you’re just here, with him. And that’s okay. It’s enough. 

And you think maybe he’s going to lean down and connect those pink lips with yours. Maybe the fire you feel from his hands touching you will ignite even more when you close the gap between you two. 

Until he says, “Wanna get high?” 

The tension between you feels released slightly and you’re relieved to see the smile coating his handsome face. You nod, letting yourself go, letting him lead you down the path of least resistance. 

“You’ve done this before right?” Eddie asks, his eyes looking up at you as he rolls up the joint on the little tray on his lap. 

You shift your weight, sitting cross legged on his bed as you watch him. “Umm, yes. But not a lot. I’m kind of a lightweight with it,” you admit. You don’t want to get too high like you have before, where the room spins a little and all you want to do is sleep. 

Eddie nods slowly. “No worries sweetheart. You can just take a hit or two and I’ll finish it off easy. And if you change your mind and you don’t want to that’s fine too,” he assures you before poking his tongue out to lick the paper. 

“Thanks Eds,” you smile, the nickname falling out of your mouth easily. You notice a small blush on his cheeks. 

He finishes twisting the white paper, forming a small but nice joint. “Ta-Da,” he sings, presenting the drug to you. 

“Like magic,” you commend. 

He gets up from his seat on the stool, moving to sit next to you on the bed, bumping you lightly with his hip. “Let’s hope it feels like magic too,” he says, pulling a black lighter out of his pocket. 

He puts the joint in between his lips, holding it as he cups his hand around the end and flicks his lighter. A small flame perks up and then dies out, making him flick it a few more times before the flame seems to catch the end of the paper. 

The sound of a lighter will always remind you of Eddie, you think to yourself as you continue to watch him.

He starts to suck in, his cheeks hollowing as the joint burns more and more. The smell is pungent, not necessarily bad but definitely distinct. After a few moments, he holds the smoke in, then blows it out in front of him. You hate how sexy it looks. 

He holds the joint out in front of you. “Care for some sweetheart?” He asks, his eyes already a little more hazy than before. You eye the joint between his fingers, debating. You can feel his gaze on you. “No pressure if you don’t want to, it’ll be more for me,” He comments, trying to reassure your worried gaze. 

You take a breath in, eyes following the smoke out of the end of the joint. “Gimme,” you finally say, mustering up the courage. Fuck it. 

He snickers at your choice of words, and hands you the joint. You stare at it in your hand. It feels strange and foreign. A little naughty and fun. 

“Put the end between your lips and suck - ah inhale,” Eddie instructs, catching his slip of words that make your cheeks heat. “Hold it in a little but not too long, then just exhale and enjoy,” he smiles. 

Before you overthink and back out, you put it between your lips, and you notice the distinct taste of Eddie on the joint. Cigarettes and weed mixed with mint gum and something sweet. Him.

He watches, eyes big as you start to inhale, short at first, then a little longer. You feel the smoke fill your throat and seep down to your lungs, holding it in for a few seconds before letting it blow out. It burns, but not too much. And then you cough, the itch catching you before you could stop it. 

Eddie chuckles a little and hands you some water from the side of his bed. “Good girl, just breathe,” he says, a hand rubbing your back. 

You finally catch your breath and hand the joint back to him, which he happily takes and puts to his lips. You can’t help but wonder if he, too, is now tasting you. 

He inhales, holds a little, then exhales, sending the smoke toward your face. 

“Heyyy,” you giggle, waving a hand in front of your face to make the smoke disappear. Eddie’s smiles widens as his eyes meet yours through the smoke. Your vision is a little blurred, and you feel like your body is tingling. 

He puts the joint back in his mouth and takes another hit, a bigger one. You stare at him, at the way his lips wrap around the paper, at the hollow of his cheeks, at the way his eyes close slightly. You can’t take your eyes away, focusing only on him, barely even aware of yourself. 

He leans his head back some, his throat exposed and looking delicious as he blows the smoke into the air above you two. Can you see the pulse of his veins below his skin? He tilts his head toward you. “Feeling okay over there?” He teases, fully aware of your focus on him. 

You giggle a little knowing you got caught. “Mmhmmm,” you hum, resting your head on your hand. Eddie offers you the joint again, but you decline, figuring you’d rather just stay where you’re at than accidentally get a little too high. This was hazy and relaxing and tingly and perfect. 

After Eddie finishes the joint, you lay on your belly on the bed, enjoying listening to the old record. It reminds you of home. Eddie is up, cleaning the little ash tray and putting away his weed. You can’t help but wonder why this feels so safe, so normal, despite it being only the third time you two have really hung out. It’s too easy.

Eddie sits on the stool across from the bed again, turning the record player off, and picks up his acoustic guitar. Your eyes widen, excited to hear him play. 

As he tunes, he looks up at you and smiles, and it makes your stomach flip. 

“Hi,” you whisper to him, watching him. 

He smiles back. “Hi you,” he replies. He starts playing slowly, his fingers plucking at strings, playing a melody you don’t recognize. But it’s beautiful. His head is hanging down, eyebrows knitted together as he focuses. His eyes seem to be varying from closing and opening, as if he’s really feeling the music more than just playing it. You kind of hate to admit it, but he’s good. Really good. 

You’re not sure how long you stay like that. Time feels distorted and strange, but you don’t mind as you lay and watch and listen to Eddie, admiring him and the music. It’s peaceful and your mind is quiet. 

“No wonder you’re so good with your fingers,” you murmur. Eddie chuckles. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” you giggle, a hand coming to cover your mouth. Eddie looks up at you through lazy eyes, clouded slightly from the drugs. 

“You like my fingers baby?” He asks, slowing down his playing and looking up from his guitar. Your heart pounds. His voice is like fucking velvet, soft and dark and it makes your whole body tingle. The way he looks at you makes you want to melt into the bed beneath you. You bury your head into your arms on the bed, avoiding his intimidating gaze. 

He stands from the stool he’s sitting on, putting his guitar back on its hook. He kneels next to the bed, hooking a finger under your chin so you’re looking up at him through your cloudy eyes. “I asked you a question sweetheart. You know the rules,” he says, the dominance seeping through him. 

Your brain is working slowly and it’s difficult not to be distracted by the buzzing you feel where his touch meets your skin. But you find the power to muster words together. “Yes. Y-yes I liked it Daddy. A lot,” you whisper, swaying your head so his grip on your chin moves to a caress on your cheek. 

He hums as he watches you, like a kitten rubbing her head against someone. His fingers move to your mouth, tracing your puffy lips. You open them for him, your eyes finding his as you let your tongue slip out, inviting him to invade. 

“I love touching you,” he mutters in a trance as he lets his index finger slip past your lips and into your mouth. You close your lips around it, letting your eyes flutter as you suck on the digit. You swirl your tongue around it slowly, feeling each ridge and rough edge from playing guitar. Eddie groans lowly. 

His other hand comes to hold your jaw, moving so his own face is closer to yours as he continues to move his finger around your mouth, in and out slowly. It’s addictive, the way you taste him, the way he watches you, the way you look at him. His breath fans over your face, so close. So close. You’re in a fog, surrounded by smoke and Eddie. Nothing else. 

He leans in closer, pulling his finger out slowly and moving so his lips are hovering just above yours. 

“Please,” you whisper. 

He doesn’t hesitate. His tongue is slipping past your lips easily. You let him in without delay, desperate to taste him .You moan into his mouth at the way his tongue massages your own, at the way his lips connect with yours perfectly, soft and full. It’s a dance, how his hands hold your face as his lips move against your own. You’re spinning, grounded only by the feeling of his mouth on yours, of his breath in your throat, of your whine mixing with his soft groan. You imagined kissing him would feel good, but this is unbelievably satisfying. 

The brief moment that he pulls away for air, you whine immediately, already craving him back. Your hands are grabby, reaching to press against his warm chest. 

Your whole body is begging for him to be closer, impossibly close. 

His lips are a ghost over your own. “I want to taste you,” he whispers, his breath fanning into your mouth. 

You connect your lips with his again, trying to satisfy his request as well as your own desires. He breaks the kiss. His hand starts to moves, landing on top of your upper thigh, squeezing. It hits you then how your pussy is practically pounding, begging for some sort of attention. Your hips involuntarily grind down some, looking for relief. 

“I want to taste you,” he repeats. But his hand moves from your thigh and gently grazes over your warm sex. “Here.”

You whine, wanting him to touch you more. Your whole body feels like it’s tingling, and each time he touches you leaves a spark running through your veins.

“Can I taste you down here baby?” He asks, his eyes dark and clouded from drugs and lust. You nod, not trusting your own voice considering how heavy you’re breathing against him already. 

You notice his other hand come down to palm his own apparent bulge. He wants it all just as badly as you do. 

“Use your words,” he mutters, needing you to give him some sort of permission despite how obvious It is to you that you’d let him defile you in every which way. 

“Please. Yes, please,” you say, your voice slipping into that higher timbre, the one you’ve grown used to now with Eddie. It’s the effect he has on you, the way he makes your brain start to depend on him and him only. 

He doesn’t waste any time. He presses his lips up against yours again, a forceful, heated kiss that gives him the control to guide you to lay down flat on your back. He breaks it, attaching his lips to your neck as he hooks a his hand into the waistband of your sweats and starts to pull them down. You moan lowly at the way his lips suck on the flesh of your neck, then travel down, his hands moving upwards to pull off both your jacket and shirt. 

You breathe heavily, suddenly very exposed underneath him. “No bra? Naughty girl,” he smirks, his lips making a path toward your chest, kissing and sucking on your warm skin. 

You chuckle at his words, of course Eddie would like your naked frame under sweats more than one of your cheap pairs of lingerie. 

He latches his mouth onto one of your breasts, his hand coming up to squeeze the other as his lips suck and suck at the skin. The sensation is intense as his body starts to rut against yours. You can feel his cock through your sweats and fuck you have never wanted something so badly. 

“Fuck,” you whine as Eddie gives your tit a love bite, a perfectly Eddie shaped hickey adorning your breast. 

Eddie looks up at you, a devilish grin adorning his handsome face. He’s done it on purpose, marking you up. You core pounds at the thought of him claiming you in such a way. 

He makes his way down your stomach, kissing the soft and squishy parts as he lands right above your navel. You raise your hips, trying to meet your aching middle to any part of him, but his hand comes and holds you down. 

“So needy baby,” he smiles. He grabs on to the edge of your cotton underwear and pulls down, leaving you completely bare and laid out on his bed. His eyes fly to your cunt, already starting to drip as you wait for him to invade you. He licks his lips, resisting the urge to dive right in. His ringed finger comes up to swipe at your folds, collecting some of the leaky liquid and starting to rub at your swollen clit. 

You moan, the feeling being twice or three times as more intense than ever due to your little high. It’s like all your senses are heightened, almost too sensitive in some ways, but just perfect in others. You can’t imagine lasting long in this state at all. You’re grinding your hips already against his hand, letting your body move freely, letting the obscene noises fall from your lips as you please. Your hands comes up to fondle your bruised breasts, tweaking your own nipples. 

Eddie is convinced he’s staring at a fucking goddess. 

“Shit you’re fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, attaching his mouth to your inner thigh, kissing and biting, leaving you yet another mark. But you don’t care, the pain mixing with the pleasure of his hand, your head swimming in a pure state of feeling. 

He removes his finger slowly and attaches his mouth to your wet cunt. 

You swear you see fucking stars.

His tongue is soft but powerful, giving you the pressure on your clit that you need to feel like all of your nerves are exploding in just the right way. He gives you long, pressing licks from the top of your dripping hole and swiping around your sensitive nub. Up and down, up and down, up and down, a slow but steady pace. You feel like you’re falling apart at the seams. 

“Oh my fuck, daddy. Fuck fuck- you f-fu fuck,” the slew of curse words leaving your breathy throat is nonstop, only hilted by the catch in your breath when he hits that particular spot that makes you feel like you are nothing but nerves. 

Your raspy, lust filled voice only encourages Eddie more. He picks up his pace, the slow long licks turning into steady but varying circles and strokes of his tongue. If you thought he was good at using his fingers, he must be a goddamn expert at using his tongue. His pace elicits particularly obscene sounds from you, your back starting to arch, and the sight above him is unholy to say the least. 

Your hands are squeezing your tits hard, your face getting red as you gasp for air, your chest heaving, your legs starting to shake around him. He could cum in his pants right fucking there. He lets one of his hands travel down to palm his own cock, he can’t help it. The sight and sound of you is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. And all in his own bed. 

He starts to bury his face into you as you grind your hips up into him, chasing that high that you know is so close. You could feel the ball of tension building in your core the second he started touching you, but it’s grown and grown and grown. Every lick is sending you closer to that edge, just waiting to push you off of the cliff and send you into a bliss of oblivion. 

“Please Eds, pLease,” you whimper, your hands finding his curly hair as you press him into your core more.

He only pauses briefly to pull away from you and say, “Whenever you do, just cum for me baby. Cum all over my fucking face.” 

You groan, pulling him back into you. He’s a man on a mission, licking and sucking your core with the most vulgar sounds. Spit mixed with your fluids as he slurps into you, barely breathing as he closes his eyes and pushes you closer to your climax. You feel it, it comes on slow and intense. 

“Eddie, Eddie - D- Daddy I feel it,” you gasp, nearly stilling as he continues his pace right where you need him, letting you feel every fibre starting to explode, starting at your dripping pussy and extending through your spine, your legs, your stomach. 

“I’m-“ you can’t finish, the ball exploding as you finally release with the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Your legs are shaking, your back arched as you groan and gasp as Eddie lets his tongue lay on you, letting you ride it out. It’s the longest orgasm you’ve felt, your whole body tingling, as if you’re coated in fairy dust. You swear your vision blacks out as it rides through you. 

“That’s it baby, that’s fucking it. Good girl,” Eddie coos to you, squeezing your thigh has he slowly brings his mouth off of you. He sees your tight little hole spasm, clenching and unclenching around nothing and God he just wants to jam his cock into you to feel you squeeze around him.

You whine and whimper, finally coming down as you open your eyes to Eddie above you, wiping his mouth and chin that’s covered in you . You smile, your eyes blown out and brain completely void of thought. 

“I-,” you start, reaching your hands up to hold Eddie’s face, adorned with a shit-eating grin. “Holy fuck,” you manage to say, pulling him into a kiss. He’s all groans and moans as he entangles his hands in your hair. It’s a battle for control as the two of you kiss, intense and sloppy as you taste yourself on his lips. 

You manage to start to roll over, getting Eddie under you. “Can I finally touch you?” You ask, and you hate that it comes out as more of a beg. But how can Eddie say no to you? You’re peppered in his love bites, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat, your eyes blown out wide because of the orgasm he just gave you. You’re now a woman on a mission, a woman who’s mouth is dripping as her bare cunt starts to rub against his clothed cock. 

His hand finds its way into your hair. “You don’t have to if you’re too tired or-“ 

“Shut UP Eds fuck I want to - I’ve BEEN wanting to just let me, let me,” you whine, your mouth attaching to his neck. He pulls you back again by your hair and you grunt, annoyed. 

His hand reaches to wrap around your throat, squeezing right where he left that hickey. “Don’t get greedy,” he chastises you despite how he thrusts his hips up to your core. “If you want it, ask me nicely,” he taunts you. 

Your jaw clenches, annoyed he’s making you do more work as your head is starting to clear from the drugs. You’re less hazy from the weed, but still so so clouded from the lust. “Just- fuck,” you grunt, his grip on your neck tighter as a hand comes down and slaps your ass from behind you. 

He raises his eyebrows at you, a reminder of your place despite the fact that you’re sitting on top of him. 

“Please-“ You start, eyes squeezing together. “Please let me suck your cock Daddy. I want to taste you so bad,” you start to beg, not caring anymore how desperate you look as you feel him harden more beneath you. 

“Yeah baby? Want to put your pretty lips around my cock?” Eddie asks, his jaw tight as he resists the urge to pull himself out and fuck up into you. 

You nod your head, your hand wrapping around his wrist in front of you. “I need it Daddy, need your cock in my mouth,” you admit, your lips jutting out as you imagine it, your mouth salivating at the thought. 

He releases your throat and entangles it in your hair, moving his eyes from your face down to his throbbing dick. He pulls you some so you’re on the side of his body as he lays flat on the bed, and pulls his sweats and boxers in a choppy way down his legs. He keeps hold on your hair as his cock springs free, letting you finally see it for the first time. 

It’s big. You’re not surprised. He’s thick and long, his pink mushroom tip swollen and begging to be touched through the black curly hairs at the base of it, his balls heavy as they want release. Your mouth waters, desperate to please him. To get that length as far down your throat as you possibly can, though you don’t know if you’ll be able to fit the whole thing. 

You let your hand come up to touch him, fingertips tracing the vein that runs up the underside of the thick length. It twitches at your touch and Eddie hisses. You smile - a smile that would make the devil himself shudder. 

Eddie looks at you with blown out eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth as he lets you play with him. You trace your fingers up and down him again before wrapping your hand around his length, too thick for your fingers to be able to touch with your closed hand. Your thighs clench together in a sense of knowing - he’s going to split you open. 

He tugs lightly on your hair as your hand starts to move slowly up and down his hard cock. He guides your head just above it. 

“Spit,” he demands, his voice gruff as he watches you. Your eyes meet his own as you gather saliva in your mouth and let it drip slowly off your tongue, the string of spit long before it finally connect with his tip.  You gather it in your hand and begin pumping, now lubricated.  “Fuck,” Eddie whispers, his head starting to fall back as you pleasure him. You can tell how worked up he must have been from earlier, dancing with you, kissing you, eating you out to an indescribable climax…

His hips raise and lower slightly, fucking your hand. You lower your head finally, kissing the pink tip, tasting the salty precum as it hits your lips. Eddie’s eyes shoot open as he watches you. You lick your lips before lowering them onto him, opening your mouth wide to get the full girth of him in your mouth. You stop just below the tip at first, letting your tongue run around it, letting the saliva build and getting used to the sensation of your mouth being full of him. His breathing is heavy as you start to suck and lick, slowly moving your head up and down, not taking him deep yet. You hand is still moving at the base of his cock, squeezing slightly as you start to take him deeper and deeper into your throat. 

When you hit the back of your throat Eddie stops you with a tight grip on your hair. “Fuck baby your mouth feels so fucking good,” he groans. 

“I want you to stay still, stay still for me and let me -fuck- let me fuck your mouth,” He instructs through gritted teeth. You hum in agreement, letting your tongue flatten out. He starts moving his hips up and down, thrusting into your mouth and nearly hitting the back of your throat every time. You breathe through your nose and squeeze your thumbs, holding back gags as he gets rougher. 

You make a mental note to yourself that you haven’t even gotten to the base of his cock yet. You’d have to work your way up to it to accommodate his size, and maybe he’d truly throat train you if you asked. 

But for now, you keep your drooly mouth open for him, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue some as he thrusts his cock in and out. 

Whatever your mouth isn’t reaching, your hand is squeezing and twisting, aiding in giving him as much full contact pleasure as possible. He’s a groaning mess, his thrusts already starting to get sloppy. 

You decide to pull out one of your tricks, something you normally wouldn’t do the first time giving a partner a blowjob, but it’s Eddie and he treats you so well. You let your other hand venture to his ball sack, holding the heavy sack in your hand and rolling them between your fingers. 

“Oh fuck you, little fucking whore,” Eddie groans and you have to try and stifle a small chuckle as his thrusts get more intense, the hold on your hair tightening and his other hand comes up to grab one of your boobs that is hanging over his stomach. 

You continue to fondle his balls, starting to squeeze them lightly and tug, gauging his reactions as you go. It’s no surprise to you that his breathing quickens, his moans get louder.

Suddenly he pulls you off of him. You release his cock with a pop , and stare at him wide-eyed. “You keep doing this and I’m gonna cum down your throat,” he tells you, staring at your swollen lips. 

You smirk. “Please.” 

He smirks back at you and pushes your head back down to his cock, pressing it even further down your throat and making you gag slightly, but you resist pulling off. “That’s it, gag on my cock baby, you can take it,” he says, his hips jutting upwards. 

You keep breathing, letting him pick up his pace again, hollowing out your cheeks and letting your hand find his balls. 

“Squeeze, yeah-fuck you’re such a good  fucking whore for me,” Eddie mutters, the words coming out quick and choppy between his staggered breathing. You moan around him, the vibration making him grunt and his thrusts get sloppy. 

His hand on your head gets tighter and tighter. “‘M gonna cum, gonna cum down that little throat,” he grunts. 

You feel his cock twitch and you brace, ready to take him all. “Fuck fuck, baby fuck,” Eddie moans, and the sound will forever be etched into your brain, hearing his voice break, his breathing hitch. Seeing his chest rise and fall as his face reddens, his release pouring into your mouth in hot spurts. You keep your hold on his cock but release his balls, swallowing as quickly as you can, not wanting to miss a drop of him. You keep him in your mouth as he rides out his high, letting the last rope of cum linger, swallowing it before giving his tip a roundabout lick. He twitches at the sensation, his cock softening slowly. 

You slowly take him out of your mouth and release your hand, giving his tip a quick kiss which makes him twitch again from sensitivity, and you giggle. 

He looks up at you through hooded eyes, looking disheveled and vulnerable and beautiful in a way you haven’t seen him before. You sit on your knees on the bed, hands in your lap as you blush, taking in the sight of him as he looks at you in awe. 

“That was-“ he starts.

“You were-“ you start, both of you stopping as you talk at the same time. You hide your face in your hands, feeling a little shy from your nakedness and the events that just took place. But Eddie sits up and moves your hands down, looking at you with soft brown eyes. He kisses your forehead and your chest warms. 

“That was perfect,” he starts again, his thumb swiping across your swollen bottom lip. “Here,” he says, leaning over to the small table next to the bed and bringing you the half filled water bottle from earlier. It feels like ages ago that you drank from it after smoking. Eddie brings the top to your lips and you look at him with doe eyes, all soft and subby. He tilts the bottle up as you drink from it, like a kitten being fed from a bottle. He brings it down when you seem to have had enough and swallow. 

He looks at your shiny lips, and at your starry eyes, your red cheeks, your messy hair, and can’t help but to lean in and kiss you. He can taste a mix of you and himself, but he doesn’t care. You kiss him back, breathing him in as you do. 

When he pulls away he drinks from the water and puts it back down before wrapping an arm around you and pulling you down to lay with him. He lets you lay on his chest, combing his fingers through your hair as you both catch your breath, embracing the silence and letting your minds drift in the calm aftermath.

“Are you okay sweetheart?” He asks, voice soft and coated with sleep. 

You look up at him from his chest, hearing his beating heart. “I feel so good,” you reply quietly, your fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest. “Scary good,” you admit. 

Eddie nods in understanding. It is scary, you think. Scary to feel so good with someone, to feel so at ease. It’s scary to think how new and fresh it all is, and you can’t help but fear that your brain is clouded by lust and that’s all this is. 

You don’t know. All you know right now is that you feel good with him. You feel good laying on his chest, and your worries from earlier today are long forgotten. 

“Scary good indeed,” Eddie agrees. 

“I’m glad you came over,” He admits, and you can’t help but smile. Sure, maybe he’s just glad because he got his dick sucked, but you’d like to think that maybe it’s something else too. 

“Me too Eds,” you whisper. He reaches his free hand to hold yours, resting them on his chest, intertwined. 

You feel your eyes getting heavy as your mind starts to drift to nothingness. And you’re grateful for it- that nothingness. It’s a feeling you’re not used to, but one that seems to come easily with Eddie. He puts you at ease. And at least for tonight, you’ll let him. 

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[spicyspiders]

Can you do an Eddie X Male reader that’s being bullied? Maybe where Eddie decides to take care of the reader’s injuries and then take care of the bullies? Idfk it’s late, and I’m exhausted 💀

Thank you if you do make this request 👍

Warnings for descriptions of injuries, bruises, and blood. It's nothing too intense, but I hope you still enjoy.

“Why weren’t you at school?” Eddie asked when you picked up the phone. 

“Hello to you too,” you responded. 

“Why weren’t you at school?” He asked again, not relenting. 

“I didn’t feel good,” you said. It wasn’t exactly a lie. 

“I’m coming over,” Eddie said, and then the line went dead. 

You let out a sigh and placed the phone back down on your desk. It was Friday and you were hoping it would all just blow over by the time the weekend was over, but it looked like Eddie wasn’t going to let that happen.  

About 15 minutes after the phone call ended, you could hear a tapping at your window. The noise made a feeling of nervousness twist in your stomach. Eddie normally made you nervous, but not like this. 

“Sorry I didn’t bring my boombox,” Eddie yelled up when you opened your window and stuck your head out. You didn’t respond, only went back into your bedroom and sat at your desk. You didn’t watch as Eddie climbed up and through your window, but you could hear his grunts as he pulled himself through. 

“I have a front door, you know,” you murmured. 

“What’s the fun in those?” He asked. 

You could hear from behind you him stepping closer to your desk. He gripped your shoulder and spun your chair to face him. You didn’t meet his eye, but you could tell he was angry by the way his grip tighten on your shoulder. 

“Who did this to you?” He whispered. 

“Eddie,” you whispered back. 

“Who the fuck did this to you?” He whispered fiercley. Eddie dropped to his knees in front of you and took your face into his hands. 

You smiled sadly, “this is why I didn’t go to school,” the smile dropped from your face when you flinched slightly when Eddie ran one of his fingers over the bruise on your cheek. “I’m tired, Eddie. I just want to go to bed,” you said tiredly. 

“Okay,” Eddie said softly. He moved forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “let’s go to bed,” Eddie said and pulled you up from the chair. 

You undressed slowly, trying not to rub the fabric of your clothes against the bruise on your face and along the ones that dotted your skin. Eddie watched you closely, on any other night, him watching you that closely while you were undressing would turn you on, but now it felt different. 

After you were both dressed for bed, or well, for Eddie, undressed, you walked over to flick off your bedroom light. In the darkness of your bedroom, you got into your bed and pulled the covers up until they were up to your shoulders. 

When Eddie joined you in bed, he wrapped himself tightly around you, his front pressed to your back. He pressed a warm kiss to the back of your neck. 

“Missed you,” he whispered. 

“Missed you more,” you said back. Eddie’s arms tightened around you and they only relaxed when your placed one of your hands on top of Eddie’s where they rested on your chest. When you tangled your fingers with his, you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep. 

-

By the time Monday rolled around, the bruises that littered your skin were almost all the way gone. 

Eddie didn’t leave your side the entire weekend, and only left until late Sunday night so he could get ready for school the next day. And by get ready, all Eddie did was make sure he had everything he needed for Hellfire Club. 

The first time you saw Eddie that day was a few minutes after the bell rang to get to first period. He slinked up to you, a mischievous grin on his face. 

“I took care of it,” Eddie said. After leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, he leaned against the lockers beside your open one. 

“What’d you do?” You asked, deadpan. 

Eddie, now with a larger grin on his face, held up his fists, showing off his knuckles that looked bloody and bruised. 

“Jesus, Eddie,” you said. You slammed your locker shut and pulled Eddie by his wrist off in the direction of the bathroom so you could clean up the blood from his hands.

[mrvlbimbo]

first of all, i must say i adore your bimbo! reader eddie fics. i myself am not really like that, but i always enjoy imagining myself in those scenarios because that’s what x reader fic is for!!

my headcanon for the series is that our dear bimbo sleeps with like…a gazillion stuffed animals. like eddie visits her room for the first time and he’s just like 😳😵‍💫 because there’s just SO MANY. unicorns, bunnies, teddy bears, you name it, our bimbo queen has got it. maybe she like goes through all of them and tells eddie the name and backstory of every single one and he’s just like so in love with how soft and sweet she is. she would 100% almost cry if one fell off the bed at night, or get pouty with ed if he knocked one off.

(…oh and also she turns them around when she and eddie fuck because she doesn’t want to ruin their innocence…)

Awe I love this

And I love her

And I bought another squishmallow yesterday so I’m here for the stuffed animal girlie appreciation.

Before they’re dating imagine he sleeps over at her house and there’s no room on her bed because of all the stuffed animals and he looses his mind bc they’re soooo close together.

And she usually holds one while she sleeps but she gets restless in the night and she reaches for him instead, pulling his body against hers with surprising strength.

With her this close he can hear that she talks in her sleep. Muttering softly about something he doesn’t quite understand.

But then he hears her say his name. His mind instantly goes somewhere very dirty. But her voice just sounds sweet and happy, like she’s calling out for him in her sleep.

She keeps saying his name, her voice starting to get distressed. He wraps his arms around her in turn, as if it would protect her from whatever was in her mind.

Apparently it worked because she just snuggled up to his chest and went back into a deep sleep.

Ok BUT after they start dating this is where the fun stuff comes in.

He always teases her abt the stuffed animals, saying she likes them more than him.

She’ll always reply “Eddieeeee how could I like a stuffed animal more than my boyfriend, silly.”

And it just melts his heart because she’s giving him the sweetest little pout and he can’t even be mad that she’s holding said stuffed animal like she should be holding him.

Ok maybe he can be a little mad bc he snatches it out of her hands and tosses it onto the floor.

Pulling her into his arms and kissing all over her face to soothe her grumbling. “Edddieee. You hurt him!” She whines, frantically pushing away from him and scrambling to the end of the bed to pick up the discarded stuffed animal.

He’s sitting on the bed, arms crossed with a scowl on his face as she ignores him in favor of a toy.

He gets so fed up that he decides to buy her a new stuffed animal so atleast she’ll be thinking of him when she holds that stupid teddy bear.

He made a tiny hellfire shirt for one of the standard golden teddy bears and doused it in his cologne and then gave it to her as an anniversary gift. She calls it her eddy-bear and she refuses to sleep without it.

Now for the smutty moment bc let’s talk abt the logistics of getting down with all those stuffed animals on the bed.

She would insist on turning them around and he would agree (all their eyes scare him a little bit)

But he thinks it’s absurdly cute how she apologizes to each and every one of them for the inconvenience as she goes around the room and turns them to face the wall.

She almost feels guiltily but that guilt is soon replaced with the feeling of her boyfriend absolutely railing her into the silly sheets of her bed. (He got really impatient waiting for her to move all the stuffed animals)

Eddie x bimbo!reader masterlist

[waratah-moon]

Gremlin

Four times Dustin was clueless, and the one time Lucas spelled it out for him. Shout out to @lfaewrites for proofreading & encouragement!

masterlist / read on ao3 < bonus smutty drabble posted there ;) I Think We’re Alone Now < smut add on

Pairing: dad!Eddie x mom!reader

Word count: 5.1k

Warnings: Teen pregnancy (not elaborated on), cheerleader!reader, shitty parents, enemies to friends platonic!steddie Steal my writing and I will hex you

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[msgexymunson]

Rumour Part Two: Rose

Description: After hooking up with your hot neighbour, things aren't going as you had hoped. Maybe a note will turn it around for the both of you...

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll put you in detention, Angsty angst, but fluffy, and HELLA SMUT. Sub!fem!younger!reader x older!pierced!dom!eddie, (age gap not problematic) rough sex, oral fem receiving, praise kink, sir kink, pet names

A/N: Please read part 1 first! I'm totally feral for this version of Eddie and apparently you lot are too! Thank you for all your love and support, I really hope you enjoy this!

❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive. If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I'll love you forever, promise.❤

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Marching home from the bar, arms crossed as a barrier against the chilly air, you huff into the night, sending out a cloud of steamy breath. Your mood at work tonight was frankly diabolical. If you were your own manager you probably would have fired yourself. Dropping glasses, snapping at customers, drifting into day dreams, you were a mess. In the end your boss told you to go home, that your head was clearly not in the game tonight; thankfully treating you better than you would have treated yourself.

Nearing the corner of your street, you stomp along, thinking about the man you couldn't get out of your head for the past six days. The man you were trying to push from your mind unsuccessfully. The man that didn't call. Eddie Munson.

After an evening of frankly mind blowing sex, he took you out on a lunch date. You ate nice food, shared a bottle of wine, and spoke about your interests. You discovered a mutual love for art, and a similar taste in music. He was soft, chatty, funny. Afterwards you had gone for a walk around the park, even held hands. For a moment you really thought you had started to connect with him. Then he'd dropped you back home, told you he was a bit busy for the next couple of days, kissed you on the cheek and disappeared into the wind.

It would have hurt less if he had just left after that night, but the date seemed to go well. The only explanation in your eyes was that he couldn't have liked you after getting to know you. The thought stabbed ice through your heart.

As you approach your building, you see a familiar figure sitting down smoking. You still your movements, trying to collect your feelings and push them down deep inside. Taking a deep breath, you slip on the blankest look you can muster and march straight to your door.

"Hey pretty girl."

No matter how much you try to mask, that gruff voice and those words just do something to you.

"Hey." You throw back, not bothering to look in his direction. You hear the creak of leather as he gets up. Desperately trying to get your keys out of your pocket, you end up dropping them on the floor. Well done. Smooth.

Eddie's closed the distance between you, reaching down to swipe the keys into a large hand. He looms over you, standing close, inches from your shaking form. The atmosphere is stifling, tension in the air laced with your anger.

"Can I have my keys please." Your gaze firmly locked away from him.

Eddie hands them over, but grabs your small hand in his when you try to pull away.

"Can you look at me, sweet thing?" His other hand reaches for your chin to pull your gaze towards him, rough fingers coaxing you. Struggling to resist him when he's in the very air you breathe, you let your eyes meet his.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you, I've just been-"

"-really busy? Yeah." Your tone has venom, it coats each word, leaving your mouth with a bitter taste.

"Look I'm sorry, do you wanna-"

"I've got to go Eddie. I'm super busy." You snatch you hand away from his and take your front door key, jamming it into the lock. Eddie steps back, arms up, giving you space. It takes everything you have not to turn around when you slam the door behind you.

You lean against the door, shaking, biting back the tears that are begging to roll down your cheeks. Hot and flustered, you do your best to calm down and just breathe. You slide your back down the door and sit on the floor with your head in your hands. This is stupid.

Maybe you should have let him explain. What explanation could there be though, after he made you feel like that, then disappeared into the mist?

Lifting your head weakly, you notice a piece of paper folded in half on the welcome mat, seemingly shoved under your door. Curious, you pick it up and open it. It's from him.

Underneath the hastily scrawled note is the most beautiful pencil drawing of a rose you think you've ever seen. It almost looks like you could pluck it off the paper. The detail is simply breath taking; there's even shining dew drops on the velvety looking petals. You're half expecting a floral sweet scent to roll off of it.

Hey sweet thing, sorry I've not called. You must be at work. Knock when you get this.

E.M x

p.s. You said you like roses, I drew this for you.

Your hand flies to your mouth, shocked at the sheer beauty and intricacy of it. What's more, is that you're not even sure you remember when you told him roses were your favourite flower. It can't have been recently.

Shame drips down your throat and into your gut at how you'd greeted him earlier. Determined to resolve this before it goes any further you stand up and make your way back outside. Eddie's chair is empty. Taking a deep breath, you steel your nerves, walk across the courtyard and knock on his door.

It swings open a crack, and then all the way. Eddie stands in the doorway shirtless, tattoos strewn across his chest, messy hair loose and wild. His sweat pants are hanging low on his hips, cut groin and hip bones on display, his dark thatch of hair leading down drawing your eye. You take a shaky breath in; realising you're staring, your eyes snap up to meet his.

He looks from your face, down to your hand still gripping his drawing.

"So, you got my note huh." Flashing you a small smile.

Throwing your arms around his neck you kiss him hard. He staggers, taken aback by the gesture, but only for a moment. Then his hand is on your lower back, the other in your hair, as his tongue flicks across your bottom lip begging. You submit, his probing tongue dipping deep into your mouth, saying everything his note did not. You feel the steel of his piercing rub against your tongue, massaging in the kiss. Pressing up against him it's impossible to ignore the growing bulge in his sweat pants forced against your beating core.

You both break from the kiss, eyes seeking each others.

"I'm sorry-"

You laugh, speaking in unison. He presses hot, hard kisses to your lips, tongue running down your neck, beginning to bite and suck. Moaning, your nails dig into his back.

Eddie breaks away from you, leaving you pouting, neck stretching towards his perfect mouth, chasing the feeling.

"Listen, as much as this is incredible, can I talk to you?"

Taking gasping breaths you try and steady yourself.

"Yeah, sure." Still focusing on pacifying your breathing.

He takes your arm and leads you inside, gesturing to the couch. Taking a seat you glance around the room. It's a mess; not exactly dirty but there's things everywhere. Several guitars and amps lean haphazardly on the walls. A tower of books threatens to spill over the side of the coffee table. A few empty beer bottles sit in various states on the counter top. There's a desk, covered in writing and drawing implements, more books open around paper pads, you assume for reference purposes. You don't see many photographs around which seems strange to you. The only framed picture on the wall is a younger Eddie with an older man, balding in a checked shirt, maybe his father? There's another frame on the window ledge which you can't make out much detail from, looks like a crowd of teenage boys.

Eddie sits beside you, hand resting on your knee. When he speaks his voice is brimming with emotion, something you're entirely unready for.

"Listen, I just wanted to explain. I really like you. It's just," he pauses, staring at the corner of the room, lips pressed together, "I'm not used to this. Any of this. I'm not exactly seen as boyfriend material, you know?" He laughs softly at that, eyes seeking yours. You nudge him with your hand, willing him to continue, fingers tracing encouraging circles on his thigh.

"People see me as a one and dump. I've gotten used to it, not many wanted me my whole damn life. Meeting you, and getting along, outside of sex, I just- I was scared."

His doe eyes meet yours and you melt. The strong, confident man has melted away, exposing the soft, tender boy in front of you.

Clambering onto his lap, you stroke his stubbly cheek.

"I don't see you like that." Locking eyes for a second, you lean in to press a soft kiss to his full lips. His eyes close, kissing you back gently, mouths moving in sync. His hands stroke delicately down your sides, so much so that you twitch.

"Sorry, that tickles," you breathe out, wiggling away from his attention.

"Oh, ticklish eh?" He grins deviously, fingers tracing agonising patterns in your sides.

You giggle, bucking out your hips, trying to escape from the feeling. Reaching out your own fingers you dig into his sides trying to get your own back.

"Oh sweet thing you're really in for it now!" Before you can understand what's happening you're on the floor, Eddie pinioning you to the carpet. Hands held above your head, his whole body weight is keeping you in place.

"OK you win, please sir let me go!" You tease.

Eddie's irises shrink back, pupils blown, predatory gaze roaming over your features.

"Oh now that's not fair pretty girl." He bends forward, large hand encompassing your wrists, kissing and suckling at your exposed flesh.

It takes a second, but then it hits you.

"Sir please."

Eddie groans into your neck; his hard length pressing forcefully into your core.

For confirmation, you cant help but play into it further.

"Oh please, please Sir, please let me go!" Smirking, bucking into the air.

The noise that leaves Eddie's throat is gravelly and animalistic, grinding into you with abandon, hand holding you tight by the wrists. Your giggles have transformed into moans, pulse travelling to your heat.

His hand roams from your wrists to pull your top over your head, exposing your bare chest. Eddie wastes no further time in licking down to your exposed breasts, tongue trailing to your nipples.

"I thought you were a good girl, sweet thing," and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. The swirl of his thick tongue around your sensitive buds makes you wail, hips humping up to meet his. He sucks onto your exposed nipples hard, the feeling sending bolts of arousal through your chest, massing in your stomach.

"Please Eddie." All confidence stripped from you now that you're squirming beneath him, rough stubble from his chin abrading your delicate skin.

Unlatching from your chest he draws level with your face. The dark, steely glint in his eyes makes your cunt throb. His breath fans across your face; the smell of Eddie's skin permeating all of your senses.

"That's not what you called me before."

A rugged hand enwraps your neck, squeezing softly at the sides, almost a threat. The rough touch makes you whimper. He's not constricting your airway, just letting you know whose in charge. As if there was any doubt.

"Please sir."

His eyes close as he grunts, suddenly pulling off of you. He rips the fastenings of your jeans open with an unruliness that has your cunt clenching, attempting to drag them off your legs along with your underwear. Eddie realises too late you've still got your shoes on and you huff a laugh at his obvious frustration. The laugh dies in your throat however when he uses brute force to pull your trainers off your feet, ignoring the laces. You whine at the display of strength, arousal gripping you so tightly that you feel it in your bones.

Laying on the carpet fully nude under his powerful gaze, you attempt to shy away but Eddie stops you immediately with a simple wave of his hand. He rubs at your sides, taking a moment to stare at your naked form shamelessly. You don't think anyone has ever looked at you this way, with such need, wanting you this hard.

"You're really fuckin' beautiful, you know that?"

You flush at the attention, cheeks burning. His fingers smooth down to your slit, groaning when he feels how wet you are.

Without warning he flips you over, pulling a shocked yelp from you. Rough hands grab your hips, manhandling you exactly where he wants you, dragging your ass closer to him.

You jump slightly at the first contact of his swollen cock, feeling the rub of steel from his piercing drag back and forth over your folds collecting your slick.

"You ready sweet thing?"

"Mmm please-"

He starts pushing into you and you gasp; you'd nearly forgotten how big he was. The push into you continues, his girth making you bite your lip, dragging against your slick walls. He wholly sheathes himself in you and you stretch around him, filling you completely; heart, soul and cunt, belonging to him.

Eddie's warm, firm hand strokes down your spine, coming to rest on your hip, thumbs rubbing into the doughy flesh, fingers gripping possessively.

He bends over you, messy hair trailing tickles on your shoulder, gruff whisper in your ear.

"You ok sweet thing?"

Your cunt is already twitching, zaps of pleasure dancing through your insides at each flutter of your walls.

Breathlessly you manage "yes, please, fuck me sir."

Eddie growls "fuck."

He ploughs into you, setting a gut-wrenching pace, slick sex sounds slapping through the apartment. Your arm grazes the coffee table and a pile of books tumbles down. You see a flash of a dragon on the cover of one. The carpet digs into your palms and knees.

"Fuckin' hell sweets, so tight, fuck."

A flash flood of passion flows through you, expunging any discomfort at his size.

Brutal moans blossom from deep in your chest, long and drawn out, shaking in pitch from each thrust of Eddie's hips. You feel Eddie's hard member persistently hitting deep inside, hard ball of metal from his dick piercing amplifying every move. Your high hits you quickly and without warning, a lightning bolt of pleasure rocketing out of the pit of your stomach, shocking through your entire body. A tsunami of slick arousal rushing from your cunt, nearly pushing out his sizable length from sheer force.

Eddie's groans are guttural, bestial in nature. He roughly pulls you bodily towards him until your back is flush with his sweating heaving chest, pecs flexing. One hand remains digging into your hip continuing his forceful pace, other hand pulling up to your chin, holding your head firmly in place whilst he babbles filth in your ear, making your walls tremble around him.

"Fuck, calling me sir. My good girl's dirty isn't she? My good filthy girl, fuckin' soaking me. Yeah? Pretty little cunt soaking me, oh fuck-"

His thrusts flounder briefly, his climax hitting him harshly, coming deep inside you with a brutish grunt.

Both of his arms wrap around your form, sweating bodies impossibly close, panting, coming back down to earth together. Smooth lips and rough stubble press against your cheek.

You move to pull away from him and the pain in your knees hits you suddenly, buckling to the floor with a rush of air from your lungs. Laying on the floor, boneless and weak, but giggling.

"Shit you ok sweets?" Eddie hovers over your chuckling body.

"Yeah, just my knees are fucked."

"Sorry, probably should have taken you to the bedroom huh." He looks embarrassed, hand stroking the back of his neck.

Scooping you up in his strong arms he places you on the sofa. He strides off, returning with a damp cloth. Tenderly cleaning your core, he moves his attention to your knees.

"How are they now?" Eyes wandering, examining, brimming with concern. The look makes you melt.

"Apart from wicked carpet burn, fine. I think I'll live" chuckling at your own words you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you to deliver a sweet kiss. He pulls himself up to sit on the edge of the sofa and leans down over you, forehead pressed to yours.

"So, am I forgiven?" Smiling with that cocky look of his.

You pretend to think for a moment.

"I suppose. But don't do it again."

"Wouldn't dream of it pretty girl."

********************

It's a couple of weeks later and you're standing in the tattoo shop where Eddie works, marvelling at the artwork on the walls. You hear the incessant sound of a tattoo machine and some generic rock radio playing in the background, other artists busying themselves with their work.

"You sure about this sweet thing?"

"Yeah I'm sure," you say shyly back, nerves getting the best of you.

"Do you see anything you like? Those ones over there are mine, I've got my portfolio too if you wanna-"

"I've already got a design Eddie."

He frowns, clearly not wanting to create someone else's art on your skin. Your cheeks flush, and you pull a piece of paper out of your pocket and wordlessly hand it to him.

It's his note, the beautiful drawing of a rose almost hovering off the paper. The reason you're dating.

Eddie seems taken aback, staring at his drawing as if he were looking at it for the first time.

"Oh pretty girl, are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. Just like that please, it's perfect." You smile at him, your own eyes  betrayed your feelings, glossing over softly.

Smiling back at you, you gaze at each other for a moment.

Eddie coughs and looks away. "You want this in black and grey, or colour?"

"Hmm colour I think would be best."

"And where are we thinking?"

You point to next to your hip bone over your skirt, slightly lower. Eddie glances at the area and runs his tongue over his top lip, steel ball glinting.

"You know, that's a pretty sensitive area. Are you sure that's where you want it?"

You nod, eyes meeting his.

"Ok let's get upstairs, it's a bit more, private."

Leading you to the empty upstairs and across to his workstation, you're pleasantly surprised at how clean and tidy it is. You sit down in the big leather chair whilst Eddie sorts out the stencil and gets the inks ready.

"Ok so do you wanna just pull your skirt down a little or-"

You flip it up instead, given where you wanted it, it seems easier. Eddie's eyes are transfixed on your baby blue panties.

"Eddie..."

"Yeah, shit sorry, ok right here, yeah?" He traces a gloved finger where you pointed. You nod and he pulls the hem of your underwear slightly out of the way, kissing your hip bone.

He preps the area, lays the stencil down and turns the tattoo machine on. The noise buzzes through your jangling nerves making you tense up involuntarily. Eddie strokes your thigh, firm hand coming to rest.

"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt more."

You huff a laugh at the familiar phrase.

"Hmm I think you've said that before, about something else."

Eddie's eyes sparkle impishly at the memory. "Well I was right, wasn't I?"

He leans over to your face, turning the machine off for a second, and whispers, "are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Eddie, I- fuck, don't do that in public!"

He laughs wickedly, flicking the machine back on.

"Just stay still sweet thing, I'm starting now, 'kay?"

When the needle finally hits your flesh you're pleasantly surprised. Oh it hurts, certainly, but not as much as the buzzing made you think it would. It was more annoying than anything, a persistent scratch.

"You good sweets?"

"Yeah that's fine."

He leans over you, using his left hand to steady himself high up on your thigh. Heat is pouring off him, the grip of his fingers occasionally making you want to squirm. You're sure you're getting wetter by the second just by being in close proximity to him. There's something about him concentrating the way he was, entirely oblivious to the world and in his element, that made your heart swell.

Each word of encouragement from him, each check in was making your cunt throb, pulse in your core threatening to make you twitch under him.

"Sitting so still, doing so good for me."

"Atta girl, you taking the pain ok?"

"My sweet thing, doing such a great job."

When the outline is complete, he turns off the machine to check in yet again and you feel like you're ready to explode into a horny mist.

"Sitting so well for me pretty girl. Do you need a break?"

"No I'm good," you manage breathily. His eyebrows raise, taking in your flushed cheeks and wide glassy eyes.

'Are you enjoying this sweets?" Smirking, his eyes flit from your face to your baby blue underwear, smiling wider when he eyes the growing wet patch.

"I don't know, it's just, you're really close to, you know, there," you gesture downwards, flushing even further, "but you're not touching me and you keep praising me and-"

"Well you're taking it so well, being such a good girl for me, I've got to let you know right?" He bites his lip, flashing his teeth deviously.

"Eddie" You squirm in your seat, heat of his gaze too much to take. To your surprise, embarrassed, hot tears are starting to form in your eyes, unable to process so much praise and feeling all at once.

"Shush shush, poor sweet girl, don't cry. We've got the shading to do and then I'll reward you." He winks.

You nod dumbly, wiping tears from your eyes; a subby mess on his words alone.

Eddie gets to work on the colouring and shading, constant praises falling from his perfect lips.

You space out, endless accolades making your head fuzzy, taking you away from the perpetual pain. Little by little the background noises disappear, the radio downstairs switches off and the shop sounds empty.

You hear a disembodied voice from the vicinity of the doorway.

"Eds, I'm leaving now, lock up when you're done!"

"No worries bud!" Eddie shouts back, continuing to focus on the red of the rose.

Pain starts to mount again, relentless rasping of the needle starting to take its toll. You wince, doing your best not to tense. Eddie switches to white for the highlights and you hiss at the touch of the needle.

"Ok pretty girl, I know, nearly done I promise."

You nod, hands balled into little fists.

Finally after what seems like an age of little touch ups Eddie declares he is finished. He helps you up onto wobbly legs whilst you hold your skirt up awkwardly and waddle over to the mirror.

Gawping at your new ink, you gasp in astonishment. It's as if he'd plucked a rose at dawn, sprinkled with morning dew, and laid it carefully on your hip.

"Eddie, its perfect, it's incredible, honestly. Thank you." You can barely believe its real. Turning to Eddie you give him a kiss on his lips, soft and lingering.

"No problem pretty girl. Lay back down lemme wrap it for you."

Hopping back onto the leather chair, you lay back on your elbows, watching him cover your new tattoo with plastic wrap and surgical tape.

"Thank you again, I love it. Shall we go?"

"Oh sweet thing, you're not going anywhere."

You look at him in confusion. He takes his gloves off, hungry eyes transfixed on your heat.

"I've sat here, inches away from this pretty pussy, looking at this cute little wet patch and I can't take it anymore. I can fuckin' smell you sweetheart, it's not fair."

A flush blooms over the apples of your cheeks, thighs clenching at his filthy words.

"Scoot down for me."

You wiggle your hips until you're at the edge of the reclined seat, skirt bunching up in the process. Eddie kneels before you and peels your underwear off, carefully avoiding your new ink. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, leaving the hip with the tattoo alone.

"Now I'm gonna be gentle and you can't move, ok? Don't want you smudging." He winks at his joke and starts pressing delicate kisses over your pussy, hot breath tickling you. His tongue pushes into your folds so slowly, running up and down with a languid place. You moan and shudder at the feeling, intensity magnified by how on edge you'd been, waiting for this for hours. Every agonisingly slow movement sent tingles to your core, warmth spreading to the tips of your toes.

High pitched mewls and whines fill the room when Eddie turns his attention to your clit, teasing it gently with his tongue stud, hard nub sending thrilling tendrils of pleasure deep inside you.

"Eddie, fuck that's so good." You whisper, eyes fluttering shut.

Eddie hums into you, continuing to make out lazily with your cunt, his own moans swallowed up by your heat.

Impossible, unimaginable feeling floods your system; it was as if every nerve was singing, blending together into a choir of pleasure. The intensity, the passion, the emotion he was conveying between your legs was pushing you to a precipice, looking down at your potential release from a dizzying height.

It was all too much. Tears fall down your soft cheeks, utterly caught up in so much feeling.

"Eddie, I can't, its, it's too much-"

Hot breath on your cunt, "it's ok, sweet thing, I've got you, let go."

He takes your clit in between his lips and kisses, and kisses, and kisses. Pressing his tongue to it one final time he suckles softly and pushes you over that edge.

Stars collide. Your release meanders through your very soul, ripping away any semblance of breath, clenching and coming with a silent cry, tears still falling. It flows, collects itself and continues, pleasure in perpetuity, leaving no part of you untouched by its warmth. The feeling finally dissipates, leaving you breathless, thoughtless.

You're not sure how long it took for you to return to yourself, but when you do Eddie's pressing the softest kisses to your cheek, lips, nose, even your eyelids. Your eyes flutter open, wet and glossy, and full of feeling for the man in front of you.

"Hey pretty girl."

"Hey baby." You smile softly.

He grins right back; its the first time you've called him a pet name.

"Stay at mine tonight?"

"I might have to, pretty sure that was the best orgasm I've ever had. I may need a wheelchair."

He laughs, cocky grin firmly in place. "I could carry you to the car if its that bad..."

"I'll manage I'm sure." You get up, wobbly as a baby deer but upright. He steadies you, strange look in his you're not used to.

"Eddie, can you pass me my underwear?"

"What underwear?" He's trying to pull a serious face but his mischievous eyes betray him.

"Eddie!" You hit him on the arm. He just laughs in response.

You huff, and smile, and squeal inside at the sheer joy of the moment.

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blueberry muffins || e.m.

someone requested a little blurb for my broken heart fics so here it is!! hope you enjoy ;)

warnings || just pure fluff, a little angst, making out, cursing

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there you were in eddie’s slayer t-shirt and all, pouring flour into a bowl. eddie couldn’t believe his eyes, tears threatening to fall at the scene before him.

it wasn’t the act in itself of your famous blueberry muffins that had him almost cry out with glee, no. it was the domesticated feeling he had as he watched you stir the bowl. it was the fluttering emotions he felt as he watched your teeth suck in your lip in concentration. 

man, did he fucking miss this. 

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[mrvlbimbo]

AHHH EDDIE MUNSON LITERALLY OWNS ME HOLY FUCK

this is a request btw but if you dont wanna this could easily just be us geeking abt this beautiful man

okok sO y/ns like this good girl teachers pet-- pleated skirts and mary janes and all-- with straight a's and she's sent to tutor eddie bc man is failing with a capital F so they're studying in her pink room with a bunch of awesome stuffies (in my head a lot of them are dragons and gargoyles and eddie's nerdy lil heart fricken explodes but this is just me being stupid in love) and he has full intention to do absolutely zERO work

(corruption kink and dom!eddie if you couldn't tell by now jdjjd)

and the whole time he's just teasing her (cough degrading her cough) and flirting with her (cO U G H praising her ahem) and- oops now they're fucking *acts shocked*

fin

(also i'm 19 minors pls away away *sprays you with water*)

oh gosh. This is filth, genuinely. I don't know how I wrote this with a straight face. I need to go to confession or smthn.

content: innocence kink, unprotected sex, creampie, improper use of a study date, I literally never know what to put in this part, not proofread bc I'm lazy

Eddie paced around the delightfully pink room, taking note of how the frilly edge of the bedspread matched the girl spread out on top of it to a tee.

In his dreams this is exactly how her room looked, sans the adorable stuffed animals that even he couldn’t have conjured up in his imagination. He plucked one off the bed, inspecting it carefully as if it were some precious item. "Your room is uh...cute,” he commented.

“Oh jeez. I mean to put those away before you got here.” She shook her head and her bottom lip between her teeth, coaxing the stuffed animal out of his hand and carefully setting it back on the bed.

“I think they’re cute. Didn’t take you for a bat girl though,” he teased, gesturing to her large collection of unorthodox stuffed animals. It was made up of mostly bats, with a few dragons and other miscellaneous fantasy creatures.

“Oh yeah. I wanted to rip the head off of one of them, ya know as a reference to Ozzy Osborne, but my mom said it was too vulgar.”

"You're cute too,” he said confidently. She had noticed the way she looked at him in class and when their teacher paired them together to help get his grade up, he knew it was his chance to make a move.

"Hm?” She hummed.

“You’re cute too. Like the bats.” His voice pitched slightly, still unsure of his actions. She sat on the edge of her bed, blinking up at him with wide sparkling eyes.

She shook her head, looking away and hiding the shy smile on her face. “Oh. I don’t think-“

“Aw. Why are you getting shy on me now?” he teased, cupping her face. His thumb brushed over her lip, pushing its way into her mouth when her lips gaped slightly.

“Mmmm,” she whined around his finger, looking up at him though her fluttering lashes with an innocent and confused gaze.

“Lookit you. All innocent and yet you’re sucking my finger like a-"

She tongued his finger out of her mouth, pushing it away harshly and whining the residual drool off her face. “Eddie. We need to study," she warned.

“Alright, baby. Whatever you want. How about you sit on my lap so we can focus on each other better?” He sat in her bed, back against her headboard. He waited comfortably for her answer.

“O-ok.” She hesitantly straddled his lap, knees shaking to hold her a respectable distance above him.

He gripped her waist, tugging her hips down to meet his so she was resting more comfortably on his lap. “So. Tell me about the Pythagorean theorum.”

“Basically…” She droned on about the sides of a triangle and how they all related to each other. Her voice stuttered slightly when his hands fell from her waist down to her thighs, pushing up her skirt and digging his fingers into the flesh of her legs.

“Mhm, keep going. Did I say you could stop?” he asked, his voice innocent enough but he was clearly mocking her.

“Why is your lap so hard?” She questioned, hips stuttering and involuntarily rubbing against him.

“Because someone is soaking right though their panties onto my cock,” he chastised, running two fingers over the seam of her and feeling the wetness seep through.

“I didn’t mean-“ she started to apologize but she was quickly interrupted.

"If you're gonna get them all wet, you don't really need them do you?" he asked, hooking his fingers into the band and tugging it back. The fabric snapped back against her skin, causing a whimper to leave her lips.

"Uh, no. I guess not," she replied slowly. Before she could finish he was already prying the underwear off her body, gently sliding them down her legs.

She whined when she pressed her uncovered cunt back to the denim of his jeans. His arms wrapped around her waist, pressing her tightly to him but stilling any motion she could have made with her hips.

“Aw, none of that. Do you want me to help?” He asked, slipping one hand down to grip her ass and squeeze.

“You’re gonna make me feel better?” she whimpered, a pleading look in her eyes.

He could already feel her wetness dripping onto his lap, easily sliding two fingers into her. “Yeah. I’m gonna make you feel so good," he cooed, curling them against her walls. A smooth metal ring bumped against her clit, sending a shiver though her body.

He teased his fingers in and out of her, revealing in the way her body shook violently against him. "Pleeeease," she whined, grinding herself down on his digits when he stopped moving.

"This isn't enough for your greedy pussy?" She didn't respond, instead wailing against the skin of his neck, drool dripping from her mouth against him.

"More." She rolled her hips, seeking out friction from his unmoving fingers.

"Alright. Alright." He slipped his fingers out, making quick work of unzipping his pants and tugging his boxers over his hard cock. The appendage slapped against his stomach, angry reddened tip already leaking with pre-cum.

"Oh. It's pink!" she yelped, fingers ghosting over the shaft as she examined it.

"Y-yep," he gasped when she wrapped her fingers around it finally.

She giggled when it twitched against her soft palm, lazily jerking him off and watching the way he reacted.

"You want me to put it in?" he asked, peeling her fingers away and replacing them with his own.

She nodded, lifting her hips so he could run the head of him against the silky wet folds of her cunt. He rubbed the tip around her bundle of nerves, giving an adequate amount of time for her to get desperate.

Finally he settled inside her, bottoming out with only a little pain. He stayed still for a moment, letting her get used to the stretch. By the time he started to gently thrust his hips, her pussy was already drooling around him.

Her legs were shaking, doing no favors In helping her fuck herself on his cock. His hips thrusting up into her were doing most of the work along with his hands cupping her waist and sliding her over him like a pocket pussy.

It was only minutes before she was spasming around him, one hand tangled in his hair while the other was clawing at the neck of his shirt.

"S'good," he slurred, cum spilling inside of her at the same time as she convulsed in pleasure.

"mmmMMm," she moaned, slumping against him, exhausted and drowsy.

"Was that good?" he asked, far too shy for their current situation. Both of their laps were sopping with their combined fluids before he even pulled out.

"Yeah," she murmured, nuzzling her head against his chest affectionally.

"I still don't know the pythagorean theorem," he joked, giving her a little kiss on the forehead. A bit of affection exchanged before he got up to clean them both off.

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I’m with the Band (Eddie Munson one shots)

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smutty smut, Eddie eatin some ass... I won't apologize. 🫣

High On You

"This place is so nice.. fuck, come feel this comforter, baby." Eddie moans as he sprawls out on the hotel bed.

You giggle as you set down your suitcase and run to him tackling him into the fluffy blanket.

"Oh yeah, we're never leaving." he smiles, his hands immediately gripping your waist, holding you close to him.

"Two nights, Eds. We only have two nights." you pout, looking down into his deep brown eyes.

Two nights until you had to move on to the next stop of the tour, another new place, new faces, barely any time alone.

"I know, sweetheart. I know.." Eddie replies softly, his hands mindlessly rubbing up and down your legs as you straddle his lap.

"But tonight, we can stay in. Nothing but you, me, and a fat joint." he wiggles his eyebrows, making a smile appear on your face.

"That sounds almost perfect." you tease and he looks at you curiously.

"Almost?"

"Mhmm... you forgot the part where you make me scream your name all night.." you purr, watching Eddie's lips curl into a smile.

"Well that's just a given, baby." he smacks your ass playfully before flipping you over, his body pressing you into the mattress as you wrap your legs around his waist.

"I love you," you whisper against his lips.

"I love you, y/n."

*******

"What the fuck are you talking about?" you laugh as Eddie glares at you. Smoke hangs heavily in the air as you pass the joint back and forth. The curtains are drawn, the lights down low, the radio playing softly in the background. The perfect night to hide away from the outside world and just be with each other.

"I'm saying that I don't think anyone really landed on the moon, man. I think it was fake.. like some kind of distraction.." Eddie repeats for the fifth time, his face dead serious.

"You're so high." you burst out laughing and he groans tossing his head back into the pillow.

"You'll see... you just wait.." he sighs, staring up at the ceiling. You roll over on top of him and see his eyes narrowed.

"I believe you, baby," you say, fighting back a smile.

"You're so mean." he pouts up at you, his eyelids hanging low, his gaze glossy from the weed.

"What about aliens?" you tease him, making him roll his eyes before he pinches your side, causing you to squirm.

"You think you're funny.." he grumbles, but his hands contradict his grumpy attitude as they begin to roam across your body. You lean over, snubbing the joint out in the ashtray as Eddie's ringed fingers grope your ass.

You lean back over and bring your lips to his neck, planting slow kisses up and down. He moans loudly as you swirl your tongue around his ear, biting down on his earlobe, and tugging gently.

Your mind is calm and relaxed, the high making you feel incredible, warm, and really fucking horny.

You run your hand down his chest slowly as your lips lock onto his neck sucking harshly. You hear a rumble come from his chest as your hand slips into his sweats and meets his cock, stroking slowly.

You feel his member growing harder and harder beneath your touch.

"I want you in my mouth, Eds." you purr in his ear and he lets out a breathless chuckle.

"Please." he rasps. You crawl down, placing yourself between his legs, quickly pulling his sweats down, his cock slapping against his stomach. You immediately take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his thick member.

"Fuck y/n.. goddamn baby.." his voice is slow and smooth as his brown eyes remain locked on you.

You moan onto his cock, slurping and sucking, making his hips jolt upwards as his ringed fingers grasp onto the sheets.

"Sh-shit.." he stammers, his hips starting to lift again and again, driving his cock deeper. You slide your mouth off of him making him whimper before you position yourself on your hands and knees.

"Fuck my throat, Eddie."

"I fucking love you.." he groans deeply, kneeling on the bed.

He leans in kissing you once before his lips meet your ear.

"Are you sure you can take it, hmm?" he taunts, his tone dark.

"Yes, Eddie." you nod, feeling his lips against your cheek.

"I don't want to be easy.." he admits lowly, his lips still traveling across your cheek.

"Don't be. I can take it, baby." you moan as he suddenly takes your nipple in his fingers, twisting gently.

He sits back up and you watch him take his hard cock in his hands, stroking slowly. You open your mouth, tongue out flat, waiting for him to use you.

Eddie's glazed eyes bore into yours as he brings his tip to your tongue. He guides himself inside, your eyes almost instantly filling with tears as he pushes further into your throat.

One of his hands cups your cheek, and the other pulls your hair back, giving him a better view as he begins to thrust deep. You gag on his cock as his hips roll faster.

"Look at you." he praises, his grip tightening on your hair. You blink away tears as he continues to fuck your throat.

"You like that? Hmm.. You like sucking my dick?" Eddie burns, his arrogant attitude making you want to please him even more.

You nod and moan as he begins pressing your head down on his cock over and over.

"Good girl. Fuck, you're such a good girl." he pants as you deep-throat him.

You speed up, gagging and spluttering, spit seeping from the sides of your mouth. You can feel your throat beginning to get sore from his rough thrusts. But you loved when he used you for his pleasure. And he always returned the favor.

"I'm gonna cum, baby, don't stop.." Eddie pleads, his eyes shutting as his head falls back. You reach out, taking his cock in your hand as you stroke fast, continuing to suck, using your hand and mouth to bring him to his peak.

"Mmm. Oh shit... F-fuck.." he mumbles deeply as you taste his release on your tongue, his cock twitching as he cums. You swallow his cum as it sprays into your mouth in spurts, your eyes glued to his perfect face, watching as his lips part and his eyelids flutter rapidly.

"Fucking hell.." he chuckles breathlessly as you get up on your knees, inching closer to him.

His arm wraps around your lower back, pulling you flush against him as his lips crash into yours. You taste the weed as his tongue swirls delicately with yours. He kisses you tenderly, a complete contrast to his rough movements just moments ago.

He swiftly removes your t-shirt, his eyes roaming your body lustfully.

"Lay down, baby," he murmurs, his lips resting lightly on yours. You smile, lying back on the bed, your body shivering from the anticipation of what's to come.

You feel tingly all over from your high. Every touch makes your eyes fall shut as Eddie begins exploring your body with his lips.

He takes his time, slow kisses from your ankle all the way up to your hip bone.

"You're so perfect." he mumbles in between kisses, his lips soft and warm against your skin. He begins to suck harshly, littering your body with marks. His hands caress your curves, admiring every part of you as he sinks his teeth into you, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake.

Your skin is set ablaze with every graze of his fingertips, each flick of his tongue, every nip of his teeth.

Soft moans and the sounds of Eddie's lips on you are all that can be heard as he continues exploring your body meticulously. Your eyes hang low, your high adding even more pleasure. He yanks your panties down to your ankles and you kick them off with a giggle.

"I love every inch of your body, y/n.. So beautiful.. So fucking delicious.." he drawls just before his lips meet your warmth.

"Baby..." you let out a blissful sigh as he runs his tongue up and down your slit. He teases you, removing his tongue a second later, kissing the insides of your thighs, across your wet lips, shifting lower.

"Eddie.." you gasp, suddenly feeling his tongue in places he's never touched before. He licks a long strip, flattening his tongue, making you moan, your fingers clutching the sheets tightly.

Taking note of your reaction, he takes hold of your ass, spreading your cheeks, delving deeper with his tongue.

"Oh fuck..." you moan desperately as he starts kissing and sucking your ass, an entirely new sensation making your pussy dripping wet.

"Eddie, shit.." you breathe as he comes up from between your legs, his eyes full of lust.

"Get on your knees for me, baby," he demands, and you nod adamantly, flipping over to your stomach as Eddie grips your hips, pulling your ass in the air.

Your face presses into the sheets as he resumes his position behind you.

You struggle to form any words or thoughts as he swirls his tongue inside of you. You spread your legs wider, craving more of this unfamiliar feeling. It feels so good, so dirty, and fucking mind-blowing all at once.

He moans into you as he brings one hand to your pussy, slowly gliding his fingers through your folds as his tongue continues exploring your other hole.

"Holy shit.." you mumble into the sheets as his tongue dips into you again, his fingers begin thrusting in and out, your slickness coating them entirely. Your eyes fall shut as he starts fucking you with his tongue.

"Ohh my god..." you let out a soft moan, his tongue slowly pressing deeper into your asshole as his fingers continue their motion, making your eyes flutter.

"More.." you whimper and you suddenly feel the loss of his tongue as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

"You're a dirty girl, y/n. Aren't you?" he hums deeply, his fingers still moving in and out of your warmth.

"Yes.." you whisper and he chuckles against your ear.

"You like that? Hmmm.. You like when I eat your ass?" he teases, his tone deep and raspy.

"Y-yes..." you murmur, your cheeks blushing profusely.

"Fuck, sweetheart... you're such a bad girl," he mutters, his voice sounds drunk with pleasure as his lips come to your ear once before moving down your back. Slow, wet kisses all the way down until he meets your lower back, shifting back down to your backside where he bites down, his teeth sinking in, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

Then he's back between your cheeks, no hesitation as his tongue swirls and flicks sending shockwaves throughout your body. His fingers dig into your skin as his lips continue sucking and moving wildly making your breathing increase, your moans getting louder and louder.

"Eddiee.. fuck.. Eddie..."

His name falls from your lips again and again. He spreads your legs, your knees sinking deeper into the mattress, giving him a better angle as he glides his tongue in and out, fingering your pussy at the same time.

Your back arches even more as you press yourself into him, his tongue moving at an insane pace, his fingers fucking you roughly.

"Make me cum.. Eddie, please. I need you." you mumble drunkenly.

Eddie moans hungrily, flipping you to your back once more, meeting your eyes.

"You're my little freak, aren't you?" he hums, his lips curled into a smirk.

"Yes.." you whimper desperately.

"So fucking wet..." he plunges his fingers into you, curling them with perfection, making your mouth fall open with a squeak.

"Fucking soaked.." he groans huskily, looking down, watching his fingers roll in and out of you before burying them deep inside. Each curl striking across your sweet spot, your climax coming fast.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum! I-I want to cum on your cock baby..." you beg and he pulls his fingers out, ramming into you with no warning.

"Yes!" you cry, his thick cock filling you, hitting deep inside.

Again and again, he thrusts roughly, your drenched pussy coating his cock as he glides in and out.

He smacks your thigh hard, the sting of his rings sending you over the edge. Your pussy spasms around his hard member as you scream his name into the air. Eddie continues plunging into you as you sink into the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall, a loud consistent knocking as he drives into you forcefully.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your legs tremble wildly as Eddie strikes your skin repeatedly.

He reaches down, gripping your throat, squeezing tight as fucks your overstimulated pussy, the sheets below being soaked with your juices. You're nothing but a mumbling mess by the time he gives you one last thrust, pumping you full of his cum.

"Jesus Christ.." he pants, falling to the bed next to you.

You lay there trying to catch your breath, the smell of weed and sex lingering in the small hotel room. You roll over and lay your head on his sweaty chest, shutting your eyes, just listening to his heart pounding.

You both lay there silent for a few minutes, relaxing into each other, your bodies intertwined.

You feel his lips press into the top of your head and you smile against his chest.

"I love you, y/n." Eddie whispers, his voice tired and raspy, his eyes struggling to remain open.

"I love you, Eddie." you whisper back, allowing your mind to fully relax as you drift off to sleep.

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[prettybabybaby]

Getting hard as Bully! Eddie chokes you in the bathroom would be the most rewarding but most embarrassing thing ever

my mind went straight to humiliation

he’d laugh in your face as his grip tightened enough for you to feel your heart beating in your head. he’d reach down to palm it, taunting you by telling you how small and pathetic your cock is. you feel him grow against your own thigh, hips rocking against yours until he’s humping you, rubbing your cocks together through your thick jeans while making fun of you.

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omg i feel like this would be eddie and bimbo!reader 😭 love your works btw ! 🫶🏾🫶🏾

I feel like Eddie would never willingly go two days without seeing his girlfriend but yeah

But like imagine if she was away for the weekend at a cheerleading competition (she tried out for the team five times but she is clumsy, so she just goes to see her friends)

Two days without seeing eachother or any phone calls and they’re both going insane, not having been apart this long since they started dating.

It’s like 3 o clock in the morning and he’s tossing and turning in his bed when he hears her slamming on his door.

He knew it was her because he could see her shiny red convertible parked in his yard.

He stumbled to the door and opened it. She Instantly launched herself into his arms, pushing him back into the house.

“I missed you so much,” she muttered, face smashed into the fabric of his shirt.

“I missed you too, baby.”

His hands are everywhere, cupping her face to lead her into a kiss, pulling her closer by the waist, squeezing her ass, snaking under her shirt.

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Eddie doesn’t understand how his laundry always gets done.

When he first moved in with Wayne, laundry was his chore to do, so he did his and Wayne’s every Saturday for years.

Then Wayne started doing his own, and Eddie did his own. When he remembered. Which was usually only when he was staring at empty dresser drawers and stacks of dirty clothes on his floor.

But since spring break, since Vecna, since the hospital stay, someone has been doing his laundry.

He thought it was Wayne at first, probably just happy to have Eddie alive at home and not caring about having to do extra loads to keep his clothes clean.

But then Wayne went away for five days to fill in at a plant in Chicago, and his laundry still got washed and put away.

The only people who’d been at his house were Dustin (no way he was doing laundry without expecting something in return), Robin (did she even know how to do laundry?), and Steve (he wasn’t exactly the type to just do an acquaintance’s laundry).

So who was it?

Of course, he found out exactly who it was because his washing machine broke in the most comical way possible.

It was barely six in the morning on Saturday, and Eddie was woken up by a loud bang, a yelled “FUCK ME!”, and a surge of electricity. He would’ve been more angry about being woken up if he didn’t run right into Steve when he opened his bedroom door to see what was going on.

“Uh. Hi?”

“Do not ask questions. Do not. But your washing machine is broken.”

“Okay?”

“Is Wayne gonna be home soon?”

“Should be within the hour.”

“Good. Okay. Good. He can fix it. Your favorite Metallica shirt definitely can be saved.”

“What do you mean?”

“Uh. It’s eating the clothes? Or trying to. I think I got most of them but the Metallica shirt is really in there.”

“Wait.” Steve?! This whole time is was Steve Harrington doing his laundry? “It’s been you.”

“What?”

“Doing my laundry. I was starting to think it was a leprechaun or something.”

“That’s really stupid. How would a leprechaun even be able to reach the knobs to start the cycle?”

Eddie couldn’t help it, he laughed. Steve was being so serious.

“Oh god, I love you.”

Oh. Wait a second. No. Not that. That’s not what he meant.

Steve’s face was so red, Eddie could swear he felt heat coming off of it even from more than a foot away.

“Um.”

“Sorry. Just. Well I don’t have an explanation for that one.”

“I know you didn’t mean it, it’s okay.”

“Wait.” Eddie was going to make this worse. He had to stop. “I did mean it. I just didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

“You love me? You barely know me. I just broke your washing machine and possibly ruined your favorite Metallica shirt.”

“I know you. And those are replaceable things. You’ve been doing my laundry Steve. You’ve brought my favorite beer once a week for months. You let me host Hellfire at your house even though you’ve never played and probably never will. You make us cookies! You let me pick the music in the car. You let me pick movies for movie night even though I know you hate what I pick. You’re at my house before the sun is up washing my dirty clothes in secret so I don’t have to. What’s not to fuckin’ love?”

“I guess…everything else?”

Eddie shook his head. He grabbed Steve’s hand and led him to the washing machine, smirking at the pile of still-wet clothes sitting in the dryer next to it and the Metallica shirt hanging out of the washing machine.

“That washing machine is older than Wayne possibly. You got one at your house, right?”

“Uh. Yeah.”

“Great. Put my stuff in a basket and let’s go to yours.”

Steve kept doing Eddie’s laundry. Every Saturday morning before he had to go to work, he threw their clothes into the washing machine at his house.

Eddie always watched from on top of the machine, giving Steve a kiss on the forehead when he was done.