Throne | Eddie Munson x Reader
Word count: 2814
Warnings: sexual content, minors dni
Summary: after one of the best campaigns you had ever played, you thank Eddie in a way you’ve been thinking about for a while
Notes: this is my first Eddie fic so please be kind + lmk what you think!
You hadn’t meant for it to get so out of hand so quickly, for you to be yelling at the man that you had a crush on for as long as you could remember, but here you all were with Dustin attempting to still the situation.
“But he was killed by Kas The Bloody-Handed!” He protested, his reaction to the twist in the semester long campaign as visceral as yours, both of you jumping to standing as your dungeon master leaned forward, the smile on his face so gorgeous that had you not been irate that you hadn’t seen the twist coming, you could be pressing your thighs together.
“So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought. But Vecna lives.” He sits back down and so do you, watching as his deft fingers run along the edges of the table as he watches Mike staring at the board, trying to understand their next move.
“You are scared. You’re tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or stand your ground and fight?” His deep voice slips across the syllables, his dark eyes meeting yours just as you imagined what it would sound like whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and your mouth moved of it’s own volition.
“I say we fight..” You had thought you mouth was dry from the arousal, but it turned into the sahara when he looked you up and down once, smirking at your bravery. It was like he could see inside your mind. Could understand that while you were wholeheartedly enjoying this creative and wellthought out campaign, there were things that lingered in the back of your mind that would make a different use of the large table you were all sitting around.
“To the death.” Dustin begins the chant, and everyone joins in, completely unaware of the moment the two older members of The Hellfire Club are sharing, and Eddie pulls his eyes away from yours to look around the table and grin at every member of his D&D club chanting “To the death!”
You had been in Eddie’s year at high-school and you had both been held back by a year because you needed to retake your english and chemistry papers. The fact that you shared both classes with Eddie was not lost on you, and although you enjoyed his distraction (probably more than you ever let on) you did wish that you had both gone to college. However, whereas you studied your ass off after school to ensure you weren’t held back again, Eddie put all of his extra time and energy into Hellfire and playing guitar.
You had always admired how passionate he was about the things that he loved, the energy that he bought to every situation that he found himself in regardless of what it was or who he was with, and Hellfire was no exception to this rule. Neither was watching him play guitar, but you found your mind wandering much more when you attended band practices.
When you had finally gone to college you had sworn to stay friends, and it wasn’t hard considering you weren’t going far. The local college had a great photography programme, and you could live on campus to appreciate the freedom while not giving up regular contact with family and friends.
You had continued to attend Hellfire on Eddie’s request. He wanted another experienced player to help any newbies that joined get up to speed with his incresingly complicated and exciting campaigns, but the group that he ended up cultivating this year needed no help at all. You had become fast friends, each battle and enemy that Eddie threw at you bonding you closer as a team. This was the first time that Eddie had thrown a twist this big into a campaign though, and the longest he had ever written. You knew that he must have spent weeks if not months on this, must have given up hours of his evenings and weekends to ensure that there were no plot holes, that the clues were there but not obvious, teeing up the characters for the reveal at just the right time.
In a word; the campaign was incredible. Beautifully thought out and executed, and when Dustin managed to roll a 20 and kill Vecna, you were so overjoyed that you couldn’t help but jump up and hug everyone. As you calmed down, you turned to look at your Dungeon Master. He was sitting on his throne, grinning from ear to ear at the excitement before him, and when his eyes settled on yours he glanced at your lips and winked.
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“I would stay and help but my mom will kill me if i’m back any later than 10” Mike spoke, already swinging his backpack onto his shoulder as the others left chatting away loudly
“Don’t worry, we’ve got it!” You smiled, and Eddie came and put a hand on Dustins head, messing with his hair just a little before the younger players left, and you were alone with Eddie at last.
“Amazing end to an amazing campaign Ed,” you spoke, the nickname flowing off your tongue now that you were alone. He liked to be called Eddie, but had a softspot for the shorter version of his name when it fell from your lips and your lips alone.
“Thank you,” He smiled, folding up his papers and organising the figures into the box that stored your D&D items when this room was used as a drama classroom. “The twist wasn’t too obvious?”
“Absolutely fucking not!” You grinned, glad to be able to speak to him normally now the kids had gone. They were no saints by any means but you didn’t want to be the reason any more swear words were ingrained in their vernacular, “I can’t believe that you kept that from us for so long. All the hints that were there from the very beginning, all the details that I missed..”
“Well I didn’t want to spoil it,” He spoke, the smile on his lips more humble and reserved than the wide grin that spread across his face when he was playing the Dungeon Master. This was just Eddie.
“It was amazing, I’m so proud!” You had said it with a joking tone, but the way he looked at you as you confessed your pride made your heart skip.
He had never told you, but he never needed validation from anyone but you.
The look was gone faster than it came, and he slipped back into his normal jovial tone as he bowed and flashed you a charming grin as he rose again. Laughing, you helped clear up the books and papers that had littered his end of the table and as you revealed a hand written script beneath it all, you realised what he had been working on when you had entered earlier that evening. Bullet points for the next campaign.
Underwater
Walking statue of waterdeep or eater of hope
Water elementals
Bigger twist? Ask her opinion and see if vecna was too much
Before you could read on, he snatched the paper from your hands and when you looked up he was closer to you than you had expected him to be.
“Naughty naughty.. no peeking at the campaigns, you know that'' his voice seemed an octave lower, but that may just be the way you were perceiving him calling you naughty. The butterflies which had increasingly been arriving in your stomach at the mere mention of Eddie flocked to you as you looked into his dark eyes, your throat suddenly dry once more as all moisture moved south.
You chanced a glance at his lips and were in time to see him bite one, his long fingers wrapping around his face as he rubbed it out of habit. God had his fingers always been that long? Had he always been capable of wrapping a single hand around your throat?
“Something on your mind, pretty girl?” The pet name had slipped from his lips only once before after you had made hash cakes and listened to music in his room, and you were sure that he hadn’t meant to say it then. This time he was sober.
This was new. The flirty relationship that the two of you shared had never gone past the odd glance, a lick or a bite of the lips, and here he was using words that sent your insides into a frenzy.
“J-just..” you started, words falling over themselves in an attempt to escape and faltering as he moved forward with a smirk
“Did I just accidentally happen upon a kink of yours?” The inflection on the word kink, the way his lips curled and his tongue clicked softly drove you into a further stupor and you wondered how he had managed to turn you into gelatine with words.
“Oh yeah sure, I love being called naughty” you attempted to joke as you flipped Gareth’s book closed and rounded the table to slip it into the storage box which sat next to Eddies throne, and when you stood he was still watching you with a small smile on his face.
“Would you prefer if I called you a good girl?” This felt like a dream, like you were going to wake up having fallen asleep after one too many drags on a joint, and yet everything felt like electric around you as he moved closer, his eyes suddenly innocent as he tried to figure out if you were feeling the same tension as him.
He stood next to you, eye contact fierce as he pushed hair from your forehead and held your face in a way he never had before, his thumb rubbing slowly against your bottom lip as your breath shook desperately and you held back from sucking it into your mouth.
The adrenaline from such a successful campaign along with your affirmations bolstered his confidence enough to make the move he’d been wanting to since freshman year.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?” His voice was almost a whisper and an octave lower, dark eyes blackened as you nodded and swallowed thickly.
“Well you did so well with the campaign Ed.. it’s only fair that I be good for you..”
Your brow furrowed in faux innocence, the height difference between the two of you allowing you to gaze up at him if even just a little and he let out a soft groan as he closed the gap between you.
Electricity had turned to fire, every inch of your body alight as he pulled you closer, gripping st your Hellfire Shirt with enough force you were sure he could rip it off but was holding back, not wanting to ruin the handiwork that had gone into making the shirts.
“Is this.. is this okay?” He spoke as he pulled back, nerves wracking him as the reality of the situation kicked in. He had just kissed his best friend. If this wasn’t okay nothing would ever be the same. But you didn’t give him enough time to really worry.
“More than okay” you spoke, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him deeply once more, walking the two of you back until the back of his knees his the throne and you straddled him there. His hands rested on your ass and you wished you were wearing something other than jeans, something that would allow skin to skin contact as now you knew what it felt like to kiss him you were desperate to feel everything else - from the way his fingertips embeddd themselves in your skin to the soft spank he gave you to test the waters as you pulled back nibbling his lip.
“I thought you were gonna be good hm?” He spoke, smirking at your confidence, glad that you were matching his energy in every way
“I suppose that depends on your definition of good” you mirrored his smirk, kissing him deeply once more as he pulled at your ass, desperately wishing he had more purchase on your skin, more ways to touch you.
Slipping slowly from his lap you knelt before the throne and between his legs, looking up at him in the innocent way you noticed elicited a positive response from him before and when he ran his thumb over your bottom lip again, you gave in to your oral fixation.
Sucking his thumb into your mouth, you ran your tongue around it as you so desperately wanted to elsewhere.
“And what is your definition of good hm baby?” The pet name made the butterflies swarm once more, and you kept your eyes on his as you reached for his belt buckle, the handcuff shape exciting you for potential further exploits and for the first time you wondered if Eddie thought he had stumbled across a kink because he himself was getting turned on by it. One glance at his tented boxers answered your question, and you palmed him softly as you whispered like a prayer, “Let me show you, Ed?”
His eyes fluttered closed for only a moment as his arousal gained traction, and he licked his lips before he nodded, helping you to pull down his boxers. His cock snapped up against his hellfire shirt, and you let out a soft groan at the sheer size of him. “Fuck..” you muttered as you took him in your hand, biting your lip as you looked up at him innocently once more and his fingers ran through your hair.
“Mm that’s right, be a good girl for me” he practically growled his request and you could feel it run through you, sure that he could have asked for anything in that tone and you would have done it. Hell he didn’t even have to ask.
You leaned forward and locked a stripe up his cock, tracing a pulsating vein and he let out a groan, his head falling back against the throne and he truely did look like royalty as you began to move your hand up and down his shaft, your tongue teasing his head until he met your eyes again with a dominance you had not expected. You kept the eye contact for as long as you could as you slipped him deep in your throat, and you moaned in unison.
“Fuck..” he huffed, his fingers tangling in your hair and tugging softly which only serves to turn you on more, “fuck that pretty mouth feels so fucking good”
You swallowed around him in response, his hips bucking up into you and causing another moan to be pulled from you just based on his reactions alone.
“Mmm..” you moaned, pulling back to look up into his eyes as you licked up his cock like a popsicle on a hot day, “been wanting to do this for so long. Such a good campaign Ed, so good you deserve to cum”
He moaned out as you fulfilled one of his primary fantasies; dirty talk.
“Oh yeah?” He spoke, his hands gripping your hair but allowing you to guide your mouth on him, “is that what you were sitting there thinking about while we were playing hm? Thinking about sucking the dungeon masters cock after you finished the campaign?”
You hollow out your cheeks as you suck him back into your mouth and you think he’s going to lose it but he doesn’t, he simply holds you still for a moment while stroking your face, allowing you to take back control once he has sufficiently edged himself.
You pull back and lick your lips, nodding “you noticed that hm? Want you to cum for me Ed.. want my dungeon master to cum for me”
He smirks at the words, fisting your hair and forming it into a ponytail as you began giving him the best blowjob he had ever had. Hollow throat, hollow cheeks and a hand to pump the rest of his shaft and his hips stuttered as they began to thrust against you, hips bucking out of control until he came hard.
Swallowing and pulling back with a pop, you kept the innocent expression which had driven him so crazy and he run has fingers through your hair “such a good girl fuck… fuck..” he tugged your hair softly to bring you up to his level and he pulled you to sit on his lap, lips carresing your neck as he moved his fingers over your clothed centre. “I think my baby deserves a reward, don’t you?”
