hey everyoneeeee my name is saf! i’m middle eastern and 19 years old, i hope you enjoy my writing, i love all things marvel & stranger things, sooner or later i will be writing for marvel as well, but i am deep in my stranger things/eddie munson era so bare with me. please be respectful at all times or you will be blocked!
hi just wondering when you will be doing another part to the story and when you do please would you tag me no rush .
hi lovie,, PROBABLY NOT ANYTIME SOON UNFOURTANELY BECAUSE classes started for me… and i’m already pretty overwhelmed with all the work 😭😭which is why i haven’t been as active, but it is the weekend—and i am doing my homework as of right now, so maybe (hopefully) cross your fingers!! i can finish all my work by tonight and the whole weekend will be time to write and relax so sorry for the wait, i have STARTED the chapter, and done lots of brainstorming, SO HOPEFLLY when it finally drops, it’ll be worth the wait i promise 🫶🏻🫶🏻
summary: following the events of good boy, eddie finds himself conflicted about your relationship. when he catches a case of the jealousy bug, eddie just has to show you how much you actually mean to him.
note: thank you for the love on good boy! this can be read as a oneshot, but i do highly recommend reading its predecessor here!
Eddie is on cloud fucking nine. He can’t get enough of you. Not really. Five out of his seven days are spent in the fantasyland that is the suburban neighborhood of Hawkins, the remaining two saved for warm nights downtown together — wind in your hair as you’d lean out the window of the van that has become a near-second home, tired eyes shut in bliss, Eddie’s hand on your thigh or, occasionally, your smaller hand on his.
Kisses at the red-light. Kisses at a stop sign. Kisses when Eddie has to pull over to the side of the highway after you’d arch a brow and let the words “road head?” spill from your mischievous, grinning lips.
You insatiable girl, he’d growl out.
To which, you’d reply: My good boy.
There’s something different in your friendship — or, relationship? He doesn’t know what this is, but he knows that it’s real. And maybe that’s what confuses him the most, that this arrangement lives outside of those stark white-picket fences, more than just hot afternoons on the yard or late evenings inside the back of the van. Still just as perfect as the day he looked at you, really looked at you.
Mine?
He can’t call you that. But he can call you a plethora of things. Sweetheart. Laid out on the hood of your car or back arching against crumpled blankets, knees tucked to your hickey-tattered breasts as Eddie sinks his cock into your puffy cunt after three already tantalizing rounds, he’ll call you sweetheart then. Baby. Your mouth bobbing up and down his shaft, tears blurring your vision as Eddie shoves your stubborn head further, the light curls of his happy trail tickling your nose as you spend minutes of torturous pleasure gagging wetly around his base and balls till you can’t breathe, he’ll whimper out a desperate baby then.
Honey. Babe. Slut. Minx. Doll. Angel.
Eddie can call you many things, but he cannot call you his. Just as you cannot call him yours, as much as he dreams of you doing so. As much as he’d let you. You wouldn’t even need to ask.
But maybe there’s hope for him. After all, you couldn’t possibly just be fucking him just to fuck him, right?
Or perhaps, is he that stupid for thinking he actually stands a legitimate chance with the girl next door? In an arrangement that consisted more than fucking, than meeting at night, than sneaking out behind your parents’ back because he’s a bad rap?
The perfect poster girl of Hawkins who deserves dates at Enzo’s rather than quick stops at twenty-four hour diners, who deserves more than rusty vans and makeshift beds in the backseat, who deserves more than stick-and-poke tattoos and drugstore cologne. The girl next door who deserves more than a metalhead who works at a record store and lives in a goddamn trailer park.
Eddie is eternally fucked.
He is also even more eternally fucked because he knows there’s a large part of him that can’t even fathom the idea of you with another guy. Another boy who’d spent five out of his seven days with you in the suburbs. Another boy who’d act like he knew your body as well as Eddie did — and Eddie knows your body, knows how much pressure you need on your clit to cum, knows what kind of kisses makes you desperately press your tits against his chest, knows how to angle your leg just above your head so he can hit that favorite gushy spot, knows how to calm you down with snacks and beer after just one orgasm or three.
He can feel the last weeks of summer dwindling down.
Yet, the sun is still attuned to a blinding wash of golden, the birds loud, grass still greener on this side of Hawkins.
And you still take Eddie’s breath away everytime you walk down that front porch. Denim shorts, a studded belt that’s actually become yours more than his, a black Corroded Coffin tank and that damned pair of red Chucks… but yeah, you’re totally not his girlfriend.
So why is he seething at the visual of you bent over the hood of your car, sudsy sponge in hand as you scrub at your new Corvette while Steve fucking Harrington hovers around you like an irritating fly around forbidden fruit?
Except, is it forbidden if he knows exactly how it tastes?
Fuck. Eddie’s fist clenches around the steering wheel of his van, knuckles turning alabaster as you make — what he assumes — a variation of your witty one-liners that causes Steve to throw his head back in a booming laugh, so loud that it echoes through the bustling streets of young children riding their bikes and playing hopscotch.
You’re funny. But not that funny.
Eddie knows you’re allowed to have friends. He knows that. He also knows that Steve Harrington isn’t a threat. They’re buddies for Ozzy’s sake, but could you even blame him?
Harrington, who was the star of the highschool basketball team. Harrington, who lives two blocks down in a fancy two-story house with a fucking pool. Harrington, who’s popular with all the ladies and has charisma like a true gentleman. Harrington, who is the definition of Hawkins’ beloved boy next door.
And what a perfect pair you two could be if Eddie just removed himself from the equation.
“Boo!”
You slam your palm against the van’s windshield, chuckling heartily with crossed arms as Eddie jumps at the sudden disturbance. There’s a youthful crinkle by your eyes, lashes fluttering wildly against your cheeks as the dark-haired brunette scoffs at you and cranks the window down with a flexing jaw. “The hell, Y/N…”
You giggle at the slight twinge of irritation in Eddie’s tone of voice, wringing your fingers together against your stomach as you playfully narrow your eyes at him accusingly. “Were you spying on us, Munson?” A gasp falls from your rose-tinted lips. “And here I was thinking we finally got over that phase.”
Bashfully, he massages the nape of his neck. “Well, when you’re bending over the hood like that…”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?” You fire back immediately, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you regard him affectionately with a knowing smirk. “Am I under… arrest for just trying to clean my oh-so-dirty car?” Your face scrunches into a theatrical worry, “Damnit, will I be serving time, mister?”
Maybe you are that funny.
“You really wanna hear the damage?” Eddie winces, slowly reaching over and tucking a wisp of hair behind your ear, bright dopey irises following the movement of your pursed lips. “Tsk, it’s not looking good for you, ma’am. Five years on one count of bribery. Another five on one count of indecent exposure. Under the state of sex and drugs, I hereby must declare you guilty of all two counts, miss Y/N. Behind bars you go!”
You bite your tongue, the muscle poking from between your front teeth as you prop your forearm up on the window and rest your chin on it. He could absolutely kiss you right now. Kiss you in front of Harrington. Kiss you in front of the whole damn town and make his worries all go away. Kiss you until the entire universe knows you’re his.
“You won’t even let me make a statement?” You whisper airily, voice rasping through your permanent fixture of a giddy smile as you hold Eddie’s gaze, tiptoeing so that your level with his eyes.
“Another three for coercion, woman.”
“So it’s working, then?” You quirk your head at him curiously, lips twitching with excitement. “And since when were you… so in tune with the law, Eds?”
He brushes a relaxed knuckle over your cheek. “Never said I was, sweetheart. Just on the watch for dangerous girls like you, yeah? Total heartbreakers.”
That shuts you up.
Eddie’s heart blossoms at your falter, the slight part in your lips as a shaky sigh leaves you and fills the intimate air. It’s warranted — given that you’ve been nonstop fuck buddies for the past couple months already. There hasn’t been a day where he hasn't touched you in some heated, loving manner. Although, maybe you’re confusing loving with sensual. Who knows?
You step back, recovering from your flustered speechlessness before you’re making a beeline for your car. “You gonna come out and say hi, Metallica? Or are you just gonna keep watchin’ from there?”
And to Eddie’s dismay, Steve is still propped against the side of your Corvette, honey eyes squinting past the sunlight as he watches the metalhead finally take reluctant steps to your driveway.
“Hey, man! What’s up?” He wants to play friendly? Oh, he’ll play friendly then. Steve claps a gentle hand against Eddie’s shoulder, grinning widely. “You taking Dustin to the arcade today, or am I?”
“Nah, nah. I just…” Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, stuffing his clammy palms into his back pockets with one eye shut. “… was in the area. Wanted to, uh, you know… just drop off some records for Y/N. Huge sale at the store today.”
“Yeah? Shit, might stop by.”
“Oh, yeah. Totally.”
Totally not.
The conversation doesn’t get much better from there. In fact, Steve nearly ignores him for the rest of the time being as the yellow-shirt fiend follows you around your car like a dumb, lost puppy. Eyes drifting over the sweaty back of your neck as you reach over the hood, tongue darting out to lick his lips as you mindlessly wipe at the soap on your arms or your legs while chatting him up.
Eddie knows desire and he sees it clear as the goddamn day on Harrington’s stupid face. He knows his friend means no harm, that this — whatever this is — is far from a competition, just two guys with a similar admiration for a pretty, smart-mouthed girl.
Fuck off, man. Anyone but her.
Eventually, Steve leaves. Something about Robin still not having her license and needing a ride to this girl’s house. But his stay lingers for more than it should and god, is it painful to watch. A quick, cheeky hug, arms encircling your waist. A blushing cheek nuzzling the top of your head. A giggly whisper to your ear that makes you laugh hard into his neck. A soft exchange of ‘I’ll see you soon.’ and ‘Call me, Y/N.’
You pull the garage door down behind you.
And somehow, you’re still able to turn to Eddie and look at him as if that whole interaction wasn’t a total slap in the face. Hands on your hips as you approach him, sponge discarded on the roof of the car, dimples tugging at your cheeks as you lean beside him — almost nostalgic as the first day you spoke — and cross your ankles out in front of you with a questioning tilt of your head.
“You’re quiet.” Your elbow nudges him. “That’s a first.”
He scoffs exasperatedly under his breath, fiddling with the chain across his belt loops with a self-wallowing shrug. “Mm, well, there wasn’t much room for me to talk back there.”
You watch him, smile fading awkwardly as you pick at your nails. “Okaaay, um…”
“I had no idea that you and Steve were even close. Let alone… talked to each other. I mean, should’ve… should’ve expected it given you two live in this fairytale bubble together.” He laughs, dry and far from genuine.
There’s a heavy, uncomfortable tension that hangs in the air. Wafting between the two of you. Filling the empty gap between your anxious bodies. It irks you. His tone, the dull edge of it. The screech of nails against chalkboard.
You itch at the bridge of your nose, glancing away when Eddie turns to look at you. “We’re just friends. Always have been.”
Always have been. He should have known. Always have been — even when you were fucking, even when he took you to those diners and searched for you backstage at his tiny gigs, even when he taught you how to drive in his janky van, even when he made all those mixtapes for you.
All of that just to get an always have been, while Eddie himself remains a never will be.
“Fuck…” He chuckles venomously, wiping his hands on his thighs as he storms off towards the garage, while you follow hot behind his aggravated trail. “Okay, Y/N.”
Why did he ever get his hopes up?
“Is there — hey, what is your goddamn problem, Eddie?” You pull at his shoulder, scowling as he pries himself away from your touch like you’ve burned him. It baffles you, eyebrows falling in a blunt unfathomable line as Eddie sends you a look that can only mean: don’t. Don’t what? Don’t care? Don’t talk to me? Don’t speak? “What’s gotten into you? We were fine earlier, no?”
“I dunno, you tell me.”
“I-Is this about Harrington? Eddie, I don’t even know why you’re upset… listen, me and Steve are literally just friends, I told you before and I’m telling you again.” A dry laugh slips out of you, “There’s just — we share a lot in common, okay? He lives, like, just down the road, we were in sixth grade together, our parents get along, he — get this — he likes The Cure, and it’s just… we just work. Friends, end of story.”
“And us?”
“Us.” You repeat. Borderline incredulous. Perplexed. “I’m so confused right now. Hold on—“
“What does all… that make us?” Eddie turns quickly on his heels, closing the gap between the two of you as he gestures passionately with raised brows, lips tugging into a poisonous laugh. “Because it sounds like we’re just having fun and wasting each other’s time, Y/N.”
You gape at him, widening your eyes and tilting your chin up in defiance. “Isn’t that exactly what we’re fucking doing?” You snarl, canines on display as you poke at his sternum. He inhales deeply, watching the ferocity in your gaze heighten. “I don’t know if you’ve ever realized, but I am not your girlfriend, not some fantasy that—“
“Don’t.” He interrupted with a growling snap, your ego rising progressively with the determination to defend yourself.
“You can use to escape…”
“Really? Christ, really? What, like you haven’t been playing pretend with me either? When you have this — this perfect life with a perfect car and your perfect prince charming and your perfect neighborhood.” Eddie drawls mockingly, stretching the dramatics of his voice for emphasis. You hold each other’s stare, eyes coated with a film of indignation. “What’s the perfect girl next door wanna do with me anyways…”
Your face falls, breath hitching in your throat as you feel your chest tighten immensely. “You’re being mean, Eds.”
“Open your eyes, Y/N!” He retaliates with a menacing step forward, head tipping to watch the flicker of emotions across your daunting features. “You basically said it yourself. That Steve has everything that I-I don’t and if that’s what you want…”
“Is that what you really think of me?”
Oh.
Oh.
He’s hurt you.
In an effort to spew out all of his own doubts, his feelings, his insecurities, Eddie wounded you. Had he not realized the weight of his words? The loaded gun he had been waving around all this time, letting himself snap only for you to get caught in the crossfire of his (valid) fears? He’s fucked up. Royally. And judging by the quiver in your bottom lip, the welling tears of frustration in your eyes, the bitter frown that’s taken over your once sweet-smile, he’s struck a bad nerve.
A harsh blizzard in the summertime. A rainy day while the sun shines. A thunderstorm amongst a blue sky. Beauty in the madness.
Even when you’re angry, you devastate him.
“Sweetheart…”
You keep him at arm’s length. Guarded. Distant. The walls he had been so eager to break at the beginning of summer had rebuilt themselves right in front of him without difficulty as you looked away, pained. “Don’t sweetheart me.”
“I got… listen, I got carried away back there and I just…”
“Fuck you, Eddie.”
All clarity has left his head. He’s too far gone into this, too deep into the grave he dug for himself, six feet under and somehow he still keeps digging and digging.
What’s a little more salt to an already open wound?
Eddie stalks over towards you with a chilling swiftness, invading your personal space and trapping you against the hood of your car. “Fuck me, huh? Yeah, cause that’s what you do best, Y/N.” He repeats sarcastically, the words dripping from his quirked lips and seeping into the warmth of your skin.
His voice holds a rasp to it, one that makes your body react in ways that are neither appropriate or helpful. Get a goddamn grip.
“Yeah? Sorry, am…” You challenge, feeling Eddie’s body drive into yours. Can’t get distracted. Can’t. It’s wrong, especially when your argument is — oh, he’s hard. His erection throbs against your thigh, stiff denim pressing against naked skin. “… am I the one who’s too pussy to put a label on whatever the hell this is?”
“I’m the pussy?” He pushes. You push back. “Says the spoiled little princess who has to sneak out at night because she’s scared mommy and daddy are gonna find out she’s been messing around with someone other than prince charming.” He bites out cruelly. “Who’s the pussy now?”
No backing out this time.
“And yet, you seem to have a lotta trouble staying away from a tight, wet cunt and a girl who’ll suck you off.”
“Oh, fuck off, Y/N.” The heavy aggression makes the hairs on your arms prickle, the inherent awareness that Eddie has you trapped, nowhere to escape this poisonous confrontation, makes you squeeze your thighs together.
He exhales raggedly, recovering from the large blow that you just threw at him.
“Did I stutter?”
He blinks at you. “You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” You almost growl, a cruel laugh slipping past your lips in an effort to say — don’t even try me, but Eddie’s turning you around forcefully and bending you at the waist with a hand between your shoulder blades, the other hovering over your ass before you can even say anything. “A tight cunt, huh? Is that what you wanna be? Just a tight, wet cunt for me to use whenever I fucking want because I’m — what was it again? — too pussy to put a label on this?”
“Munson, don’t you fucking—“ You glare at him over your shoulder, gasping as he tugs your shorts down and warms his palm over your outer thigh, leisurely bringing it over a soft ass cheek before a loud, erotic slap fills the garage.
The surprised moan that leaves your body betrays you.
The fucking audacity of him to spank you? After all of that? After everything you just spewed at each other?
Eddie fucking laughs in your ear, studying the way you take your fleshy bottom lip between your teeth and a wave of embarrassment floods your face. “I bet you’re soaked right now. Bet you’re getting off on how upset I am with you, sweetheart. That’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?” His knee nudges itself between your thighs, the cool edge of the car digging into your stomach while a familiar needy heat fills your cunt. “Yeah, I fucking know you.”
He knows you.
You stand your ground, holding your nose up high even as he sensually traces the lacy trim of your panties with haunting fingertips. “M’not your s-sweetheart. Or your princess, you know.”
He hums, nodding his head slowly as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Oh, you’re not? M’not my little slut either then, huh?” He strikes you again, your bruised hips jerking forward against the hood with a subdued whimper, palms splaying out helplessly on the metal beneath you as you thrash in his grasp. Your ass stings with every strike to your cheeks, reddened and sore with the force of his wide open palm. “Insatiable fuckin’ girl, how much more can you take? How much more till you realize how much I… fuck…”
Till you realize what?
A gasp rips right out of your throat when he roughly pulls your panties down the swell of your ass. His hands come to spread your thighs to reveal the slick between your folds, a testament to your hidden arousal as another slap comes down to your puffy lips, leaving his palm wet and shiny.
You muffle your merciful whining with a groan, knowing full well that you shouldn’t be enjoying this, this stupid fucking foreplay, this stupid masculine show of dominance, being turned on shouldn’t have even crossed your mind in the first place.
Men.
You jeer at him over your shoulder, teeth baring like an animal when he grabs onto a fistful of your hair, arching your back up from the car as he mocks your own gasps against your ear. “Very mature of you.“
“I’m not the one who’s practically dripping on my thigh right now, babe.”
“Yeah? Well, your cock seems pretty happy to see it.”
Eddie shoves you back down onto the hood, releasing his suffocating hold on your hair with a disgruntled hum. You push your ass back against his erection, feeling him grip your waist harshly for leverage.
You must be purple all over, darkest at where he bruises you. Not that you’d complain. He’s done worse.
“Fuck, s-stop that, Y/N.”
“Taste of your own medicine.”
“Stop it.”
“You literally spanked me.” You bite out while he takes a painful hold of your wrists, twisting you to face him despite your struggling efforts. He’s seething, messy bangs cascading in front of his face as he looks down at you through long lashes, jaw clenched visibly. “You spanked me, Eddie.”
Yet god, does he look good.
But, no. You’re furious. You’re bubbling with absolute distaste for the boy in front of you. So angry, that you can’t help but scowl as your own hands fly out towards his heavy buckle, chains jingling against his thigh as your dexterous fingers undo his belt.
His nose nudges desperately against yours, panting against your parted wet lips as you roughly press your forehead to his with a pained expression. “How is it you can be a total asshole but I still…” You speak through gritted teeth, cut off by a guttural groan from Eddie when you reach into his boxers and take his velvety, stiffening cock into your hand. “… still want to fuck the shit out of you?”
“Y-Yeah?” He cups your cheek, firmly dragging his thumb down your bottom lip and watching it bounce back into its natural place. “Fuck, too stubborn to even say you want me.” He dips his finger between your lips, studying the way your cheeks hollow out instantly to suck the digit, your warm tongue coating it in thick, stringy saliva with a muffled moan.
There, you see a piece of the kind metalhead you met that one summer day.
You nip at his thumb, smiling when he hisses at the sensation and pulls away. “I’m already getting on my goddamn knees, Munson. Just shut the fuck up and let me do what I want.”
“Always doing what she wants… typical.”
“This is the part where you say...” You sink to the concrete, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as you tug his pants all the way down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for being a fuckin’ dick who doesn’t know the first thing about communication.” You shove his boxers down to his ankles, nipping at his thighs before you’re running your wet lips across the side of his shaft with a whiny, teasing drawl. “I’m so sorry for getting absolutely mad at you for no goddamn reason. I’m sorry for calling you a spoiled brat. I’m sorry for putting you up on a stupid fucking pedestal. I’m sorry for assuming that you and Steve can’t be more than—“
“Okay, you’re done here, sweetheart.” Eddie grips the base of your head, ruthlessly pulling your mouth down onto his cock with a throaty grunt. You gag from the sudden sensation, eyes welling up immediately as he wriggles himself snug between your lips. “C-Christ, you’re perfect like this. Mmm, fuck. Fuckkkk. Gonna fuck your face till you cry, how does — shit, how does that sound?”
And you can’t even reply. Can’t even refuse his offer (not that you wanted to anyways). Can’t even have the last word because your mouth is full of his throbbing cock, your nose buried in the heady scent of his happy trail, his heavy balls squished against your chin as you try to even out your breathing.
But, fuck, he’s big. And you’re panicking. You’d know he’d never hurt you, not even if he’s angry. It’s just… he’s so thick. And well, a mouth can only take so much, right?
Your hand darts out to catch yourself against your car as Eddie thrusts himself forward, the sloppy tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he holds your face in place — one hand cupping the underside of your chin and the other just above your forehead. “Shit, Y/N… yeah, can’t fuckin’ yap your ass off now, can you? Pretty girl with a big, talkative mouth… can’t even take my cock.”
Now, that flips a switch in you.
You grip the backs of his thighs, drawing him closer to you until a pathetic hmpf! leaves your mouth. Eddie’s just as surprised, fingers tangling themselves harshly in your hair as you bob your throat up and down. There’s spit bubbling from the corners of your lips, pre-cum dribbling down your jaw as Eddie grips onto the edge of the hood for dear life, his chin dropping to his chest in awe. You make the effort to glance up at him, nearly smiling at the visual of his furrowed eyebrows, the choked moans that echo through the garage, the pink flush that crawls up his straining neck.
There’s a good boy.
God, you’re practically dripping onto the floor.
“F-Fuck, you know just how I-I fucking like it, don’t you? Always a messy girl. Always so goddamn insatiable, jus’ takes and takes… even with my cock down your throat, I bet you want more. Fuck, never s-satisfied, are you?”
You pull off of his cock, coughing wetly for air as you jerk him slowly in your hand, tears blurring your dizzy vision.
“And yet you still don’t believe that I don’t want anyone else’s cock e-except yours, Eds?”
An unspoken translation of saying: I want you. Just you.
His gaze softens, jaw still clenched, but his eyes change. They sparkle with relief, rather than anger — his mouth purses into a resigned, close-lipped smile and before you know it, he’s tugging you back onto your feet, gingerly running his palm across your cheek, inhaling the flowery scent of your hair before you’re drowning in a heated kiss that can only mean ‘nothing matters except how bad I need you right now.’
His fingers card through your scalp, your ear resting between his forefinger and middle as you grind against each other, pumping him in your grasp as he switches between tongue and teeth and his lips and fuck—
“You’re so pretty. S-So beautiful, it makes me so fuckin’ angry.” Eddie rasps, biting down the column of your throat as he holds your face tenderly. “I don’t want anyone else but you. Just y-you. Even if you piss me the hell off.”
You chuckle in amusement, your laugh quickly transitioning into a high-pitched yelp as he suddenly picks you up and places you on the cold hood of the car, spreading your thighs apart with a warning slap to either one.
“Aw, you love me, Munson. It’s hot when you go all alpha.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Make me.”
Forcibly, he pulls your hips to the edge, dribbling a thick white glob of spit onto your messy cunt before he spreads you open with the calloused pads of his fingers. You lean back on your forearms, jaw unhinging as Eddie cooes at the embarrassing string of arousal leaking from your needy pussy all the way to your puckering asshole.
His touch is hot and heavy, marking your trembling frame with another purpling bruise as he hooks an arm under your knee and presses a kiss to your leg. “You’re damn gorgeous like this.”
“Touch it already.”
He tsks. “Insatiable.”
“I’m getting bored.”
“This isn’t gonna fucking work.” Eddie snarls under his breath, and you nearly see the frustration beading off of him as he drags you off of the hood, palms and fingers flying all over your body as he forces you onto your feet and bends you over again. You jerk forward as he buries his face between your ass cheeks, his nose nudging at your cunt while he laps at your swollen clit. His fingers keep you spread open, kneading the fat of your thighs before he’s fucking his tongue into you.
“Ah — you fucking — ah — taste delicious,” He chuckles, “You’re literally such a messy girl. Pussy already leaking with my spit.”
Your mouth falls open, nails scraping against the metal before Eddie slurps at the arousal between your folds. “F-Fuck, Eds… I’m… fuck, your mouth feels so — so good, need m-more…”
“Need more, huh?”
“Mmm.”
“Didn’t know my mouth was the key to getting you to finally shut the fuck up.” He cooes, his dominant tone exuding false pity as you rock back against his face.
“Eddie— fuckkkk…“ Your entire body lurches when his mouth drops to the tight fluttering ring of muscles above your cunt, two fingers scissoring your cunt as he dips his tongue into your ass. “Okay, fuck… that’s — that’s h-hot. E-Eddie, god… I’m… you’re…” You shudder violently, burying your face into your forearms with a pathetic laugh of disbelief, “… that’s gonna make me cum…”
“You see, that’s the fucking goal, dumbass.”
“Call me d-dumbass one more—“
“Dumbass.” You cry out as his hand comes down on the back of your thigh, leaving the skin raw and red. “Yeah, that fucking turns you on. Cum on it. Fuckin’ cum, sweet girl. You like this shit.”
Yeah.
You like it too much. But Eddie doesn’t need to hear that when you’re practicing spasming on his fingers, a warm gush trickling down the heel of his palm as your cunt swallows him all the way to his knuckles. You feel him lean over you, his chest molding to your back as you come undone for him and let out a choked sob of pleasure. He pulls you up by your throat, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you reach up to fist your hands through his hair and draw him nearer.
He sighs blissfully, “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Ride it out. You got this.” Your moans fill the air in broken, choppy gasps and breaths, Eddie’s free hand massaging your clit as you twitch against him. “So hot when you cum, don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to it.”
Your lashes flutter wildly as he reaches up to brush your bangs back away from your forehead, tucking them behind either ear as he peers down at you.
The gesture is so tender, you and Eddie almost forget why you’re mad at each other.
He’s the first to draw in a breath, shaky and nervous.
“Hey, you with me?”
“Mm.”
A beat, then a waft of uncertainty fills the air.
“I’m… I’m sorry for, uh, spanking you.” Oh. Not what you were expecting… surprised, you start to snicker in amusement, hiding your face in his neck as he chuckles shyly. “I’m being serious, Y/N. Stop — stop laughing, it’s making me laugh.”
“Why are you apologizing?”
“Well, I mean… I didn’t, you know, ask you.” Eddie strokes his palm up and down your torso, hand dipping beneath your tank top. “I always ask you, like, if that kinda shit is okay. Consent and stuff.”
He sounds like a child, unsure and guilty. Struggling to find purposeful words, to make sure he’s doing this right.
“Consent and stuff…” You repeat in a smiling whisper, running your hand gently down the side of his face. You turn to face him, slinging your arms across the back of his neck. “Eddie, I liked it. Thought it was obvious.”
“It was obvious. I felt it,” He grins in return. “I just… I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m… making you do shit that you don’t want to. Like ever.”
“Never that, Eds. I feel…” I trust you. I adore you. I’m better with you. I like you. Maybe I love you. It’s only been a couple months and you’ve ruined everyone else for me. “I feel safe with you, always.” You drag your knuckles across his sharp jaw, watching the way his throat bobs when he swallows. “Are we gonna talk about the Steve thing?”
“Definitely not off the hook with that one.”
“You know that totally hurt, right? What… what happened back there?” Eddie sighs, clasping his hand on top of yours, eyelids shutting as he leans into your touch.
“Overreacted.” You hum in response, giving him a soft nod. “I just… got too into my head about all of it. Like — like seeing you with him felt like a wake-up call. As if I was… god, I don’t know. Back in school all over again, just realizing how I didn’t fit in there, and then with you since you have Harrington who’s all… preppy polos and hairspray, everyone’s fucking favorite, the goddamn equivalent to whatever the hell you are, Y/N.”
You smile sadly, realizing just how deep the extent of his frustrations are coming from. “And what am I, Eds?”
“Perfect.” Eddie whispers, his words hot against your lip like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re perfect. You… I’ve never been this obsessed over a girl before. God, it’s pathetic.” His hands find the back of your neck, and he guides your mouth onto his. “You’re the worst.”
He’s addicted to the heat of your tongue, the way your body so eagerly caves into his as he backs you up against the hood once more.
“Crazy you t-think I’d ever flirt with Harrington.” His cock hardens against the inside of your sticky thigh, the tip of him catching on the swell of your clit as he topples over you and hungrily runs his teeth along your neck. “When clearly, I have my eyes set on a whole different guy.”
“Yeah?” Eddie’s hands squeeze your ass harshly, gripping you impossibly closer. “What about him?”
“S’kinda the jealous type…” You gasp as he guides your fingers around his cock, pumping him once, twice, three times before he’s lining himself up with your soaked entrance. “Fuck — but it’s hot when he is… makes me wanna get him all riled up…”
“Sounds awfully familiar, sweetheart.”
“Great smile, a pretty laugh… ugh, fuck…” Your forehead falls against Eddie’s shoulder as eases himself between your folds, filling you up with his shaft until the bush of dark curls at the very base of him brushes against your clit. “A-Amazing tattoos… even better hair…”
“Better than Harrington?”
You snort, nails digging into his bicep. “Nine-hundred and ninety-nine percent better.”
A moan falls from his lips when you shift against him, cunt clenching around his prick helplessly as he stills inside and lifts your head off of him. “Couldn’t have j-just made it a thousand, hm?”
“S’cause you stink, Eds.” He carefully draws his hips back, only to thrust inside you hard and slow as lighthearted laughter rings through the air. “F-Fuck, there had to be… had to be something wrong with you, or else you’d be too…” You hiss as his thumb finds your clit, circling over the sensitive bundle of nerves before he’s hooking his other hand under your knee. “Oh, my god… don’t stop.”
“Words.” He whispers against your lips, eyebrows raising for emphasis. “C’mon, babe. Talk to me.”
A sob nearly rasps out of you when you feel his cock deep in your belly, every stroke deeper and wetter than the last. “Or else you’d be too g-good to be true. Shit, just like that. Fuck, I only want you. Fuck. Eddie—“
You cry against the incursion of his tongue — a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Riddled with frustration, with pleasure, with anger, without caution or grace, with words neither of you can really say.
“Taking m-me so well, Y/N. That’s it. You like this?” He gasps between each slam of his hips, locking you in place with a bruising hold. “You like me fucking you on this car, yeah? You insatiable girl.”
Fuck, it’s good. It’s erotic, the glistening slick of your cum sticking to the curled hair around his shaft, the shine of your thighs as you squirt around him, his teeth digging into your shoulder as his cock wedges your stubborn cunt open and spread, gaping for him as you angle your ass up to meet each sloppy, harsh stroke he gives you.
Filthy slut, stretched you open, didn’t I?
Pretty girl, you’re doing so good for me.
Your mind gets lost in his endless swirl of degradation and praise, deliciously reeling in his back and forth of calling you a whore and then calling you an angel not even a minute later as he drives into your cunt.
“Fuck. Fuck, Eds.”
“If it’s too much, I can — god, we can stop, Y/N.” He drops his head, shoulders shaking as he tries to go easy. “Jus’ say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll stop. Fuck, whatever you want.”
“No. Keep going. Please. Please. Please.” You don’t fucking care. The stretch, the sting of him, it feels almost like the first every time you have sex. “Does it look like I want you to stop?
Eddie snarls and fucks you harder. The thick head of his cock near-bruising your cervix as he punches up into you, your pleas and the sounds of skin slapping against skin ringing through your skull.
The lewd squelch of his shaft driving into your cunt turns him hysterical, and before you know it, he’s hiking you up further onto the hood of the car, grasping the hinges of your knees and forcing them against your bouncing tits.
He’s turned you into nothing but a looping mixtape of fuck-fuck-harder-please-Eddie-Eddie. And fuck, does it overfill the cup of pleasure deep in his belly.
“Baby, I’m…” Your hand reaches for his, desperate and frantic as you interlock fingers and Eddie presses reassuring kisses to each of your knuckles. “I’m gonna…”
“What’s up, hm?” He whispers gently, the sincere concern in his voice tugging at your heartstrings while your ribs rattle with another pleasurable sob. “G-Gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart? Your pussy must need it so bad, yeah? Yeah, I know. Fuck, m’gonna get you there. I’m gonna do so good for you.”
He rears back, before spearing fully into you. Sweat rolls down the side of your forehead, your back arching into Eddie’s sticky chest, his thumb slipping between your wet lips while he works your sore cunt open.
You can barely speak, torn between a fluttering consciousness and the rising warmth between your thighs that your mouth seems to move faster than your brain. “M-My good boy.”
Eddie lets out a huff.
Then, smiles as bright as the innocent, summer sun.
“Fuck yeah, mama. Cum for me. Cum on that shit.”
Your orgasm hits you before you even realize it’s coming.
Such a suffocating build-up, that you almost forget that your pleasure is a reward, your belly cramping and spasming as the walls of your cunt squeeze around Eddie’s cock.
You open your eyes as the high flows through you, and when Eddie meets your fucked-out hazy gaze, a word dangles from the tip of his tongue, burning through his throat and stabbing at his chest as he grits his teeth and restrains every part of him that wants to say: mine.
The raw claim of it. The power of such a minuscule word that implies something deeper than fucking behind closed doors and spending midnights in parking lots. Bars and motels turn into cafés and a shared apartment. Cuddling in the backs of janky old vans turns into ‘good mornings’ and ‘how’d you sleep?’ in a queen-sized bed.
Eddie realizes it now, how he’s never had something to call his. To call his own.
But then you laid out on that lawn one day and…
He’s scared, though. Horrified. You’re free-spirited, you’re open, you’re the rose and the thorns all at once, bright and optimistic and kind. And yet, he can’t risk scaring you away with something so… possessive and certain.
Instead, Eddie tightens his arms around you and thrusts deeper, slotting his mouth over your lips before he offers you a promise. The only promise that’ll give him some sort of peace, to keep him at bay in case you can’t meet him halfway.
“I’m yours.”
The words are muffled against your skin, but either way, you inhale sharply at it. Your hands fumble around Eddie’s neck, cupping him at the nape before you’re pulling him in closer and easing your mouth onto his with furrowed brows and watery eyes.
“And I’m yours.” He chokes on his moans as he strokes into you, your tongue rolling against his as you kiss him hungrily, the warm press of it taking his breath away. “I’ve always been yours.”
Eddie whimpers at that, cumming with his head buried into your shoulder. “M-Mine.”
His last desperate thrusts have you reeling, gasps and sobs being pricked out of you as Eddie fills you with his warmth. His cum slowly seeps out from your cunt when he pulls out almost too quickly for your personal liking, body falling against yours as he places a palm on the hood of the car to steady himself.
You’re sore.
Eddie takes a few moments to catch his breath, panting against your chest as you entangle your fingers at the back of his head. “I meant it…”
“What?” He exhales out, a tinge of confusion clear in his tone.
“Meant that I… I only want you. S’true.” You smile and hold him gently by the chin, picking his head up and off your shoulder. “Jus’ you, Eds.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Eddie chuckles heartily, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before he presses a kiss to your arm. “Hi, by the way.”
“Mmm. Hi, you. You feel okay?”
“Fuck, I’ve never been better honestly. Came so hard and you’re — oh, look how stretched out you are.” He hums, running a thumb up your drenched slit. A shy laugh bubbles out of him, “Should be the one asking you if you’re okay, sweetheart.”
“I’m on cloud nine. I dunno about you.”
“Baby, I’m past the damn clouds. I’m all the way up in the sky with the big man himself.” Eddie dips his digits between your folds, mewling as you jerk your hips against him. He collects the mixture of your juices on the tips of his fingers, raising it up to his lips before he’s sucking on it like his last meal. “Delicious.”
“Perv.” You duck your head, shying away from his kisses before he catches your mouth, sighing against your lips. “Do it again.”
He pauses, brown eyes glistening with adoration.
“Insatiable, I tell you.”
He helps you to your feet, hand outstretched in front of him like a proper gentleman as you wobble onto your legs, pulling your panties and shorts over your ass as Eddie mirrors your movements. He kisses you once more as soon as he’s buttoned his jeans, securing his heavy belt buckle while your teeth knock against each other.
“Eddie…”
“Yeah?”
“My carrrr.” You whine, wringing your arms around his neck as you glance back at the Corvette. “It’s all filthy again. Thanks to you, you know.”
He gasps, placing a hand over his heart while you sneak out from under him and snatch the sponge atop of the car. “Well, call me a dick then.”
“Dick.”
And before he can even see it coming, you’re throwing it at him, the sponge landing against his bicep with a loud squelch! that makes you burst into laughter. “Oh! Oh, we’re playing dirty? Okay, fuck you too, then.”
You squeal as he runs at you, soap drenching your clothes as he grabs you by the waist and squeezes the sponge over your front.
“Eddie!”
Again, Eddie Munson is eternally fucked.
But that’s okay, because not only can he call you a plethora of pretty names, he can also call you the only one that truly matters: mine.
His.
The perfect poster girl of Hawkins who — okay, sure — one hundred percent deserves dates at Enzo’s rather than quick stops at twenty-four hour diners, who deserves more than rusty vans and makeshift beds in the backseat, who deserves more than stick-and-poke tattoos and drugstore cologne. The girl next door who deserves more than a metalhead who works at a record store and lives in a goddamn trailer park.
Yet, all at once, the perfect poster girl of Hawkins who somehow likes twenty-four hour diners and the greasy food that comes with it. Who likes throwing fries at him from across the table because he still abhors The Cure and still thinks his music taste is superior.
The girl who prefers his rusty van over a regular car because the smell is comforting, and that it reminds you of a home away from home. Reminds you of your nights downtown and the really early mornings he’d spend reading Lord of the Rings to you in the back, surrounded by blankets and clothes.
The girl who demands that your first tattoo not be done by a professional, but someone with stick-and-pokes and bat tattoos on his arm. Someone who smells like cedar and wood, gasoline and a fresh pack of cigarettes. Steady hand or not, as long as it’s done by him.
The girl next door who loves the metalhead that works at the record store and lives in a cozy trailer park.
Warnings: 16+! Fem!reader, perv!Eddie, sub!Eddie, begging, pet names, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, praise, cum eating, Eddie cums by seeing you cum, a lame set up to the actual smut, I feel like it ends abruptly but oh well
A/N: I kid you not this is 1.6k words and five pages long. This isn't the longest fic I've written but it's like the top three
*****
Eddie knew how wrong this was, and yet he was still doing it.
Searching through the tapes in the adult section of Family Video, looking for something– anything– that had someone who looked even remotely like you in it.
He shouldn't have been staring at you in that pretty little sundress. He shouldn't have been so hard at the sight of your exposed thighs, or the shape of your tits against the fabric.
You knew he was staring, and only silently encouraged it. Lingering just a second longer in certain positions, letting him take in all he needed to, before moving along as nonchalantly as you could.
Best friends shouldn't be thinking of each other like this, he thought. And yet, he couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face as he spotted a cover with a woman on it who looked nearly identical to you.
He couldn't be sure if the provocative clothing she was wearing looked as good on her as he thought it would on you, but the clothes you wore left almost nothing to the imagination, and he thought, "close enough."
Steve only eyed him curiously as he checked him out. Robin stifled a laugh.
He thanked his lucky stars that Wayne was on the night shift, and took a quick shower before setting everything up. But just as he was about to start the tape, a knock rang out on the door.
Eddie was surprised to see you there so late, but let you in without a question to it figuring there was a good reason behind it. "Hey, Eds," you greeted, walking past him into the trailer, ignoring the fact he was only in a towel as much as you could.
"Hi," he sighed.
"Something wrong?" You made your way back into his room, stopping when you noticed the cover for the tape set on his dresser.
You picked it up for a better look, noticing he already had the tape set up to play.
He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, stuttering out an excuse when you looked at him curiously. Then the image hit you. Him sprawled out on his bed, lazily fisting at his cock while he did his best to imagine it was yours instead. Mumbling out curses and praises to nothing but the air, but pretending you’d be there to hear him.
The thought sent heat rushing through you, and you bit your lip in an attempt to hide the flush. Then, you thought, this could be your chance, after all the time you spent with your fingers up your cunt pretending they were his.
"you know, she looks a bit like me," you pointed out. "Was that the point?"
He looked to his feet, shame suddenly washing over him at the absurdity of what he'd done.
"That's a bit creepy of you, I'm not gonna lie."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, I just–"
And you laughed, you actually laughed, stopping him mid apology. Now it was his turn to look at you confused. "What's so funny?"
"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't kinda hot. My best friend thinking of me when he touches himself."
Eddie was at a loss for words. You'd just caught him ready to jerk off to someone who looks like you– something he'd done on purpose– and you were calling it hot.
Maybe you weren’t as innocent as he once thought.
You set the cover down, walking up to Eddie. "do you think of me when you touch yourself, Eddie?"
“I– Um…” He trailed off, almost convinced he was in some sort of dream. “Isn’t that obvious?” he eventually landed on with a nervous chuckle.
“Well, what do you think about?” you rested your hands on him, one on his chest, the other on his shoulder, pulling him closer to you. He instinctively put his hands on your hips, holding you in place against him.
“A lot of things,” his voice was now a whisper against your lips, a smile forming.
“Start from the beginning, pretty boy.”
his cock twitched at the pet name, and he looked almost excited. “Okay, uh. Well, you kiss me, and–”
you pressed your lips together, slightly nipping at his lips when you pulled away. “Like that?”
He nodded, pulling you in again. “Just like that.”
You maneuvered yourselves onto his bed, him climbing on top, but you flipped, settling onto his lap. “What next?”
“You– um, there are–” he laughed, shaking his head. “Far too many things to even choose from, baby.”
You smiled, humming in satisfaction. “What do you want me to do, baby boy?” Your hands traveled, palming him over the towel, and gasping when he bucked his hips without thinking.
You pulled your lip into your teeth, smiling down at him as he thought. He sighed, throwing his head back against the pillows. “Just touch me, please.”
“I am touching you, Eddie. Be more specific, sweetheart.” You trailed a finger up and down his hard length, smiling almost innocently at him when he caught your eyes.
He never thought he’d have you, and yet here you are, looking as eager as ever to do whatever he asked of you, and yet somehow he felt he wasn’t the one in charge. Though, to be fair, he never was in his dreams of you.
Eddie shuffled, getting the towel off his front, and letting it sit under him.
He grabbed your hand, spit in it, and guided you back to his cock, setting a pace that he liked before letting you do it on your own. He hummed when you started to twist a little as you moved, giggling when he choked out, “Fuck.”
“What else do you think about?”
He eyed you, taking a mental picture he was sure he’d never forget. “Wanna– Jesus– wanna fuck that mouth of yours, make you choke on it.”
You hummed in thought, rutting your hips slightly against his leg, searching for any sort of friction for yourself.
The sight only brought Eddie closer to his release, sending shock waves straight to his core. “You better stop before– God– before I cum.”
You only laughed, speeding up your movements. “Isn’t that the plan?”
He chuckled in between groans. “Not– shit, baby–” you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, looking up at him through your lashes as you sucked a little. “Not if you want me inside you tonight.”
He was hanging on by a thread, and you could see it in him. The way he squeezed his eyes shut, hands tangled in your hair when you gagged around him. “God–”
You pulled off. “Not god, baby, only me.”
He laughed. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Suddenly, you stopped and let go, mocking the whine he let out when you did so. “What–”
“Relax.” you discarded your pants, only pulling your panties aside before running a finger up your slick. Surprisingly wet for how little you’ve been touched.
Eddie seemed mesmerized, eyes wide and attentive as he watched you touch yourself. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, listening to your breathing falter. “Let me taste you,” he blurted out. “Please.”
And how could you refuse such a plea? Especially after you’d been dreaming of it forever. You rolled onto your back, letting him climb over you again. Before he could sink below you, you grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged, reveling in the sound of his gasp. “But–” he protested, but was cut off by your fingers in his mouth.
He grabbed your wrist, holding you in place as he sucked the taste of you off your fingers. “That’s it, my good boy,” you praised. “Alright, show me what that pretty mouth can do, yeah?”
He nodded eagerly. Slotting himself between your legs, placing a few kisses on your thighs. First, it was his fingers, feeling around, trying to imagine how it’d feel if it was his cock instead. “Eddie,” you whined, a warning, he thought.
He smiled, and pulled off your panties, throwing them wherever in the room. He wasted no time in tasting you, tongue lapping at you as if he were starving. You sighed in contentment, fingers tangling themselves in his curls. “Shit,” you cursed.
He moaned when you tugged, rutting his hips against the bed. You smiled, throwing your head back on the pillow. “Feels so good, baby,” you praised. His fingers returned again, two pushing inside of you while he lazily played with your clit with his thumb.
His mouth caught onto the flesh of your thigh again, his fingers never stopping as he nipped and sucked. A small bruise formed, and Eddie looked at you in what you were sure was pride.
The knot formed quickly and only tightened at the sight of him smiling at you like that. His hair was a mess, lips swollen and slick. He looked perfect.
You gripped his wrist, but his movements didn’t cease, and you could have sworn you saw white as he pushed you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut, tears forming in the corners as your high washed over you.
He did his best to let you ride it out, but he was too busy chasing his own high. He groaned, nearly falling over on the bed as he came, letting himself go on your stomach.
You chuckled. “It’s hot that just the sight of me coming can make you so worked up, but you made a mess without my permission.”
Eddie’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening with the intention of apologizing, but you stopped him.
“Clean it up for me, big boy.” you ran your fingers through his mess and lifted them to his mouth just as you’d done earlier. “Go on, now.”
*****
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“baby, baby, baby, baby,” eddie repeats over and over, his breath ghosting your neck with his chin on your shoulder.
if sober eddie hardly had any concept of personal space, drunk eddie couldn’t even imagine a world in which he was more than a foot away from you or not touching you. he got very needy when he was drunk. tonight at jeff’s house was no different.
turning your head to him as much as you could with his big head on your shoulder, you side eye him for a moment, eyebrows raised in amusement.
“hi, sweetheart,” eddie greets, a dopey smile slicing across his face.
summary: reader patches eddie up, but she cant stop staring at his chest littered in tattoos, n just cant control herself around him.
warnings: patching up wounds, shower sex using the shower head, bit of fingering, dirty talk, praise, blow job, after care! cumming on face, jealous reader this time…. oooppp. lots of staring between reader and eddie,, can they just fall in love already?
word count: 4.3k words of smut, with a little bit of plot. smut before the REAL angst comes in.
authors note: this is a FILLER CHAPTER, it’s to PREP for the next few parts, i think i can probably finish the whole series in about 2-3 more parts? please reblog and leave feedback! be respectful or you will be BLOCKED immediately!!!
tag list! if u r not tagged and u asked to be tagged it’s probably bc you don’t have your tags on:)
you and eddie made it to your house and you both get out of the car, eddie groans in pain, and you walk over to him to help him to your front door.
your parents still weren’t home thank god, so you didn’t have to sneak eddie in, you open the front door and take eddie upstairs to the bathroom in your room.
summary: reader patches eddie up, but she cant stop staring at his chest littered in tattoos, n just cant control herself around him.
warnings: patching up wounds, shower sex using the shower head, bit of fingering, dirty talk, praise, blow job, after care! cumming on face, jealous reader this time…. oooppp. lots of staring between reader and eddie,, can they just fall in love already?
word count: 4.3k words of smut, with a little bit of plot. smut before the REAL angst comes in.
authors note: this is a FILLER CHAPTER, it’s to PREP for the next few parts, i think i can probably finish the whole series in about 2-3 more parts? please reblog and leave feedback! be respectful or you will be BLOCKED immediately!!!
tag list! if u r not tagged and u asked to be tagged it’s probably bc you don’t have your tags on:)
you and eddie made it to your house and you both get out of the car, eddie groans in pain, and you walk over to him to help him to your front door.
your parents still weren’t home thank god, so you didn’t have to sneak eddie in, you open the front door and take eddie upstairs to the bathroom in your room.
could you please write 11, 17, 21 from the smut prompts with Matt Murdock?
thank you!!! I love your work.
Hi nonnie bb 🖤, thank you for your kind words! Pls, enjoy this filth.
pairing: Matt Murdock x female reader (no other specifications!)
word count: 830 words
warnings: matt's cock, dom! matt, a crucifix, language, only smut, not beta'ed, p in v, rope play, dirty talk, pet names, rough play, oral sex (f! receiving), nipple play, if I missed anything lmk!
a/n: the prompts are : “shh, you can take it. you're doing so well.” “yeah? you like that?” "i wanna make you feel so good you forget your own name.”
MINORS DNI. NSFW UNDER THE CUT.
"Breathe, breathe for me, baby, come on. That's right, good girl." Matt's deep voice vibrates above you as he is pushing his cock further inside your needy cunt.
It was only an hour ago when he had turned you into his own rope bunny, carefully and masterfully tying each of your wrists on the bed frame and your legs together with one above the another on your side, leaving you dressed in just a tiny piece of underwear. In red, of course. The position left you vulnerable and exposed, allowing your mind to think of all the different possibilities he could tease you with.
He needed your breasts free and aching, loving running his tongue over your areolas until you were tugging hard at the ropes, begging him to let you go. Oh, you didn't like torture, you liked getting fucked and eaten out and warming Matt's cock at a moment's notice. Matt has spoiled you by making you orgasm so often and in so many different positions during the day that this almost seemed cruel. For you. He was having the time of his life.
"That's a good girl. Look at how well you are taking me, dove. " You whimper trying to move your legs but it's futile. He has your legs tied together, you are on your side and he is entering you like that, pressing his large hands on your right thigh. It's a very tight position and it makes your insides burn. And god he is torturing you even more as he is slowly pushing his cockhead further in. At times, you wonder how come you are so tight, considering how often he stretches you out.
"Matt, it hurts." You mewl, squirming at the overwhelming sensation. You were soaking wet from all the previous teasing and yet taking him was always such a chore, you could have sworn the head of his cock was the largest you had ever seen. "Matt, Matt, please, fuck!" You curse out as he moves another inch. The burning feels unreal.
"Shh, you can take it, you are doing so well already," Matt reassures you, sweetness and love wrapped in his velvet voice. "I can already feel myself disappear inside you. " He begins to move his hips rhythmically to affiliate his large cock to go deeper inside your velvet walls. "Feels so tight for me, sweetheart. You squeeze me just right. Ah, it feels so good, fuck. I am gonna bury myself inside your pussy forever."
"Ah, fuck, Matt, you are so fucking big!" You breathe out while he is picking up the pace, placing a hand on the bed to hold on to the sheets. "You can take it, just let me use you, baby. I know you like my fact cock, always waiting for me to split you in half. I know how to fuck like the whore you are." God, his words make you wetter and he starts pounding on you, harshly and roughly, moving your body across the mattress, the bed frame hitting against the wall.
With a few more heavy thrusts, he slips out of you, causing you to let out a loud groan at the empty feeling. "Matt, come back, please." You plead and try to look at him while he begins to untie your legs. There is a certain desperation in his swift movements. He needed access, he needed your legs wrapped around his back. The look in his eyes was downright feral and yet the trail of kisses he left from your ankles to your inner thighs was full of love and intimacy. Until he reached for your pussy, -oh, he fucking loved your pussy- where he darts out his tongue, and lazily stroked it around your lips. "Yeah, you like that?" he chuckles when your moans are getting constant.
Humming at the taste, he continues wrapping his hands around your thighs and reaches for your clit. He sucks on it for dear life, making you see stars while you throw your head back on the bed, not being able to hold on to anything while your thighs were closing on around his neck dangerously. He was hungry and your pussy was his meal. With the loudest cry, you reach your first orgasm for the night, completely drenching Matt's face in your juices.
Not letting a moment go to waste, Matt is pushing his cock down your cunt again, pulling your wobbly shaking legs around his waist. His hands are exploring your belly and your breasts while he moves his hips against your body lazily waiting for you to adjust to his size again.
"I wanna make you feel so good you forget your own name." He whispers above your face, his crucifix dangling above your open lips. "I ain't gonna stop fucking you till that." Your pussy is clenching around his hard cock and you whimper.
Names are damned, you were to be reborn again as his tight cock sleeve.
The devil's personal own whore.
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It is an absolute crime that we didn’t get eddie in season three because you know he would’ve completely been against the mall bc that’s where all the jocks and cool kids hung out (sorta) but then there’d be a super dope music store that he just has to go to because they have such a wide selection of shit. But whenever he goes, he has to sneak around because he has to go somewhat near scoops ahoy and he knows Dustin, Mike, and Lucas go there and he knows Steve works there and he isn’t about to let his new friends or Steve “the hair” Harrington see him there.
Until eddie notices the uniforms they have to wear. And Steve, already down on his game, sees Eddie come in and gets absolutely roasted by Eddie only for Robin to join in and it’s just a bullying Steve routine
Anyway i think if eddie would’ve been in season three, it would’ve been way too powerful because robin and eddie would’ve both completely annihilated Steve
