when will we talk about the willful helplessness epidemic on here. So many people on this god forsaken website demand to have any and all things that exist outside their personal experiences directly, personally pre-chewed and spoonfed to them. And when you do, they'll then ask for you to swallow for them, too, because, you see, in THEIR experience..,
i would loveeee to have a pretty boy’s head between my thighs — not eating me out — just resting against me with my fingers combing through his hair, nails lightly scratching against the back of his neck, watching his eyes flutter shut and just seeing the way his entire demeanor just softens and eases into something peaceful.
CW: MDNI. Smut. Fluff. No use of y/n. No physical characteristics described (with the exception of reader having tattoos and a belly ring). Female anatomy. Mentions of Eddie’s insecurities, unprotected P in V sex (wrap your shit hoes), slight body worship, soft dom reader, sub & inexperienced Eddie, he is an absolute simp. Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
A/N: Honestly, I would lower your expectations
The cold air nipped at you, sending a small shudder through your spine, as you nursed a dying cigarette between your fingers, its warmth barely soothing. It was quite a peaceful night, the sound of crickets creating a white noise. You were leaning against the hood of your Trans Am, taking another drag, the poisonous heat filling your lungs before blowing out a cloud of smoke into the dull lights of the street, a cinematic vision of the woman you had moulded into. You had moved to Hawkins in pursuits of joining the air force and becoming an aircraft mechanic, and the most financially viable situation for that goal to be achieved was to live with your cousin Dustin and his family, which you gladly accepted. And in turn, you’d help out with errands, including picking up Dustin from his Friday night escapades of Dungeons and Dragons.
Your head snapped over to the opening doors of the school’s entrance, a familiar group of rowdy young men, still buzzing from the excitement of a successfully thrilling campaign. Dustin was often the first one out of the club, and you were long gone before any of the others could come and say hello. Eddie was caught up in reminiscing what had happened 20 minutes prior, until he spotted you, huffing smoke out of your nose like a dragon morphed into the shape of a woman. He froze, eyes wide. Dustin frowned at him, looking back and forth to what had captured Eddie.
Dustin rolled his eyes, “Jesus Christ Eddie, please don’t be weird. Yes, she’s my cousin.” He sighed, knowing all too well the yearning stare of a man who was yet to feel the touch of a beautiful woman.
“How could you have kept someone as beautiful as her, a secret from me Henderson?” he continued staring at you from afar. Dustin huffed in annoyance and kept tracking towards you, before Eddie broke out of his trance and rushed to catch up. Dustin reached you as you were stamping out the last remnants of the dead cigarette, greeting the younger boy with a smile.
“Good campaign?” you asked. He nodded, “The best so far! We finally fucked up Vecna!” the excitement still rushing through him. Eddie approached, wanting to introduce himself, your cousin rolling his eyes, praying for solace from the anticipated second-hand embarrassment about to unfold.
“This is Eddie, Eddie this is my cousin. We got that out of the way? Good. Great. Let’s go home.” He rushed out before walking around to get into the passenger seat of your car.
“So you’re the infamous Eddie Munson huh? I have heard a lot. Dustin doesn’t shut up about you.” You mused. Eddie’s smile was stunning, it stretched across his face while he looked to his feet, a hand curling around the strands of hair that framed his face, bashfulness making him look like a giddy little school girl, which you found amusing.
“All good things I hope,” he muttered, almost chewing on his hair. You stepped closer to him.
“Oh no, all bad actually,” you smirked at him, basking in the metal-head’s vivacity. His big, round puppy eyes had you captivated. He was gorgeous, you couldn’t deny that.
“I-uh, Dustin didn’t tell me he had a super beautiful cousin until now I- um, sorry, I hope I’m not making this weird for you-” he rambled.
“Yes you fucking are!” Dustin yelled from the car. Your laugh gently echoed, the sound knocking the air from Eddie’s lungs.
“You’re cute, and kind of an idiot, but mostly cute. As much as I would love to keep chatting, I think I should put poor Dustin out of his misery and take him home now. But if you wanna talk more, you know the residence to call.” You winked at him, before retreating to the driver’s side to climb in. Eddie slid up to Dustin’s open window.
“And she drives a Firebird? Dude, be still my heart, I may be in love,” his words in a joking manner, but his eyes dead serious. You smiled at them. Tweedledumb and Tweedledumber you could put as their dynamic.
“Oh my god, Eddie, go home.” Dustin groaned, rolling up his window. The ride home was full of your cousin apologising to you for having to witness Eddie being well… Eddie, who watched your taillights disappear into the distance, before he got back into his van, a whine escaping him as his head fell against the steering wheel. The embarrassment had finally set in.
Some months had passed by and through most of them you found yourself in Eddie’s presence. You thought it was cute how he always seemed to fumble his words when he noticed you, and the more you opened up to him, the more his heart ached. He wanted to know everything. So many questions hurled your way, and not a single one coming from a place of politeness, but rather, an honest admiration in the things you had accomplished. The fact that you were an aircraft mechanic? Yeah, don’t even get him started on how proud he was of you for that alone. He loved how you persevered no matter the situation and that you weren’t afraid to speak your mind while holding space for others. Or maybe it was just how human you were, and how okay you were with that. You were just unapologetically you. He adored that. But the swirling thoughts often descended into questions that felt like the stab of a blade with an impending slow twist. He couldn’t understand why you chose to tolerate him of all people. His reputation wasn’t one to envy after all.
Eddie’s trailer was a cute little safe haven. You loved it. It was him; a warmth like a safety blanket. You both sat on his couch, curled in front of the TV, a poorly produced thriller film that bordered on porn quality, while said box was the only source of light casting over your faces, in the dark lounge. Wayne was on a shift, leaving you in the company of Eddie alone, a quiet space aside from the soft rain pattering outside and the murmur of the movie. Eddie couldn’t help but stare. He watched how engrossed you were in the small screen. The way you absentmindedly chewed on your thumb nail, and had your feet folded underneath you.
You stood up for a minute, stretching yourself out to relieve your limbs, shirt riding up slightly to show a sliver of the piercing in the centre of your belly and the edge of a tattoo to him. He swallowed thickly. He was suddenly more nervous than he’d ever been before. He didn’t want to fuck this up. Not with you. The man was head over heels in love with you. Not even the assholes that picked on him at school were as scary as that realisation. But once again, the fears that followed would prove scarier. Would you ever reciprocate? Could you love someone like him? He was a loser, an outcast, a freak. Sure, you had the same sort of interests as him, but he could never measure up to you. He thought you were too good for him. He was never going to be enough for you. You turned your gaze over to him, noticing his eyes glossy and sad looking. Concerned, you sat down closer to him and placed a hand on his bouncing knee to stop him.
“Hey, what’s wrong? You okay?” You asked him softly, pulling him out of his thoughts. The genuine concern on your face and the gentleness of you in these intimate moments were absolutely going to be the death of him. He shook his head quickly, muttering a small ‘I’m fine’.
“Munson, I swear to god, I will drag it out of you, if you don’t tell me.” You half-heartedly threatened. He knew it was because you cared. And you believed that getting things off your chest was the best way to deal with problems. He tried to silence the internal battle and took a deep breath before he faced you again. A barrier within him was crumbling faster than he could keep up with.
“Do you- uh, no, that’s not what I wanna say. Oh shit, I’m not good at this. At all.” He sighed and tried again. “Fuck it. I am so head over heels for you that it’s kind of embarrassing and I don’t know how to say it without sounding like a fucking idiot or coming off as creepy. I just- I have wanted you since the night I met you and the closer I get to you, the more nervous and scared I get. I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you, but I also don’t want to not say anything and then have to watch you be with some guy who’s actually worth your time, y’know someone that I can’t even compete with because I was too much of a coward to say anything. I just- I-I love you.” He exhaled; an attempt to calm his now erratic breathing. “Oh god, I’ve fucked this up haven’t I? I think I’m gonna be sick.” He groaned covering his face with his hands.
You were in shock. You never would have expected him to feel that way, the same way that you did. You knew what people said about him. About Hellfire. But you also knew, they couldn’t have been more fucking wrong about Eddie Munson if they tried. They had their version of Eddie; a Satan worshipping cult leader, ready to sacrifice your innocent children under the guise of introducing a table top game. And you had your version of him; the hopeless romantic trapped in the sweetest soul the universe had conjured, the goofy young man who gawked at you like you were Mother Nature herself, in her purest form. You moved closer to him, prying his hands away from his face. You raised a hand, lifting his chin to look at you.
“Eddie, it’s okay. You have nothing to worry about, because I love you just as much. But you should never ever feel insecure. You are good enough. You are worthy of being loved the same way you love others. You deserve to have that reciprocated. You are so special and it makes me so sad you don’t see it. I want nothing more than to keep you in my life.” You confessed and a wave of relief washed over his face. Your hand slides from his chin to his cheek.
“You know the feeling when you come home and it allows you to just breathe? You can just exist with no expectations and you immediately feel safe and the outside world doesn’t matter? Well, if ’home’ were a person, that would be you. Words are useless trying to explain how safe I feel when I’m with you.” You gave him a soft smile as you stared into his teary eyes. Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to his lips, testing the waters. He responded immediately, deepening the kiss into something more passionate. You pulled away, mouth tingling with heat. Standing up, you grabbed his hand and guided him down the hall into his bedroom. He followed like a lost puppy, enamoured by your every step, feeling as if he could wake up from this fever dream any second, crashing back to a reality that didn’t have your touch in it.
You removed his shirt, taking in the artworks scattered across his chest and limbs and running your hands over him. You pressed light kisses, over every tattoo. Pushing him back onto his mattress, you followed down to hover over him. He wasn’t the most experienced person when it came to sexual encounters, but he knew that none of them had ever felt like this before. This was different. This wasn’t just a heat of the moment, carnal desire, this was the physical epitome of love and it was pulsing through his veins like an adrenaline high he had never tasted before.
You worked your way down his torso and licked a stripe trailing over the thin line of hair that led to his loins. He shuddered out a gasp, and you continued down to unbuckle his belt, down to yank open the button on his jeans, exposing the silky material of his boxers that sheathed his aching length. You swiped your tongue over the bulge, earning a whimper at the sensation. You sat up again, moving back to straddle Eddie’s hips, taking in his blown pupils and wet lashes.
“You are beautiful,” your voice low, admiring every inch of him. You could feel his blood pulsing harder underneath you, sending small shocks to your clit. You stared into his eyes, “Tell me what you want,” you said, not waiting for an answer before you began torturously dragging your clothed heat over his leaking tip. His eyes closed as he took in a sharp breath, ringed fingers instinctively coming up to squeeze your rocking hips. He couldn’t tell if he was trying to silently beg you to stop or grind more, all he was aware of was how painfully hard he was and how good you felt soaking through the materials.
“You. I want you,” was all he could manage. You lifted your shirt over your head, tossing it aside, revealing nothing but the ink decorating your skin, the aforementioned jewellery resting in your navel and soft breasts that had Eddie’s eyes flicking down to immediately. His hands twitched at your sides, eyes looking back to yours for permission, which you smiled down at him and nodded. Calloused hands snaked up your torso to cup the extra flesh. He didn’t think you could get any more beautiful, your eyes pierced through him, yet your touch was so delicate. He’d died and gone to heaven, he was sure of it. You slid away from his grasp, thumbs hooked into the sides of your underwear, tugging down just enough to let them fall at your ankles and step out of them. You finally released him from restriction, pulling his jeans and boxers down to his thighs. He was flushed pink at the head, with veins straining down the shaft, sweet and leaking for you.
The slick, wet heat of your folds wrapped around him, leaving him glossy once you had sat back down and a choked moan rumbled in his throat. You watched him, and he couldn’t help but think you looked like royalty, staring him down, seated on your throne. He couldn’t believe any of this was transpiring, this was too perfect; you were too perfect. His thoughts had him subconsciously gripping your hips a little tighter, scared that if he let go, you would vanish into thin air. You slid forward to line him up at your opening, his eyes widened, while glistening tears formed at his waterline, not of despair, but overwhelm, the anticipation of finally being connected to you, scratched in his lower belly so intensely, he worried he would cum too fast. No sooner did your entrance swallow his tip with a slight sting, only for it to turn into pure pleasure. Eddie’s mouth simultaneously fell open leaving a string of curses behind. His eyes rolled closed, in pure bliss.
“Oh fuck, that’s a stretch,” you moaned out before sinking all the way down until you fully engulfed him. You needed him so bad that you didn’t care enough to let either of you adjust, before you rolled your hips into his, starting agonisingly slow. The sharp sting of his nails dug into your skin, fuelling your fire just that little bit more.
“Look at you underneath me, stuffing me to the brim,” you cooed at him, while his tears threatened to spill, reaching a euphoric state the more your vaginal walls squeezed around him, so warm and snug. Picking up momentum, you eventually set a bruising pace for you both, hitting the sweet spot in your cervix. His hips uncontrollably bucked into you to meet with a harsh slap as you both moved and moaned in sync. With every thrust, his coarse pubic hair grazed against your clit, creating just enough friction to build up the pressure behind your looming orgasm.
“Sweetheart, I’m not- not gonna last much longer like this, fuck,” he warned you panting, watching the explicit scene of him repeatedly stretching you out, over and over again.
You laughed, tensing around him tighter, “That’s the idea. Go ahead, sweet boy, fill me up, I’m close.” Your rhythm began to falter slightly as your orgasm soon sent you into a gasping mess on top of Eddie, who then shot white-hot ropes into you, as a result of your spasming walls suffocating him. Both of you came to a quick stop, limbs falling limp with the humid air lingering, the sensation of tiny drops of sweat beading at your backs and foreheads, as you both attempted to catch your breath.
Carefully, you lifted yourself off him and balanced on shaky legs, knees aching as you dashed to the bathroom to clean yourself up and pull your underwear and shirt back on. You tracked through the dark hallway out to the kitchen, pouring a couple of glasses of water, nothing but the static still buzzing on the TV, an accurate representation of the momentary lack of thoughts in your brain. Once again you returned to give Eddie his glass, while you set yours down to then use a fresh cloth to clean his leftover spend that had poured out of you, making his happy trail and now flaccid penis sticky.
The silence that followed was comfortable. You leaned over to press a chaste kiss to his lips and he pulled you over, hugging your head against his bare chest, and there was that feeling again. Warmth. Safety. Home. Eddie was your home, and you were his.
