kinda thinkin about subby!eddie 2nite. Just want to take care of him and tell him he’s doing a good job and make him cum with my mouth lots of times!!! (Yes this is in direct response to me rewatching s4)
A/N: Merry Stranger Things Eve to all who celebrate😈 I will be posting my live reactions, compiled in one post, separated by episode if you wanna pretend we're watching together😚
Mmmm, thinking about forcing him to keep his hands above his head while you straddle his legs and play with his cock for hours🫦
Every time he tries to touch you, all it takes is one glaring look and he’s whining, reaching back up to cling to the headboard.
It’s more fun this way. No handcuffs. Because that’d be too easy, of course.
You wanna see just how good of a boy he can be without the ease of restraints.
He’s gotta learn self-control somehow.
And you’re not even doing anything worthwhile. That’s the worst part. You’re teasing him. Taunting him with your languid tongue, just circling the sensitive ridge of his tip, grinning at every new whimper you pry from him.
He’s leaking precum in a sticky, unending stream, squirming under the weight of you, and his cock won’t stop twitching in your grip.
“P-Please— Wan—“
His words dissolve before they can make any sense; a garble of wanton need as you take him deep into your mouth. He nearly bucks you off when you swallow around him, and a particularly shrill whine crackles through the bedroom the moment his abused tip hits the back of your throat.
In a matter of seconds, his chest rumbles with a sigh, and he almost deflates at the friction, seemingly getting used to the numbing pleasure.
But you don’t want him used to it. You want tears. You want pretty pleas. You want surrender in the form of his overworked muscles turning to putty beneath you.
So you rob him of the warmth as quick as you gave it, pulling off of him and leaving his length flexing helplessly, frictionless and seeking attention.
“What was that, baby?” you hum, smirking as his cock dances for you, pitiful and wild.
He shimmies restlessly, and you nearly laugh at the tantrum—the frustrated huff he doesn’t bother softening.
“Please! I want— W-Want you— Agh!”
His body goes rigid as you grip him firmly, guiding his leaking tip along your lips, leaving them shining from his glossy spend.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. What were you saying, baby? And speak up—you know I can’t understand you when you get all whiny.”
“Oh, God! Please, please, p-please—I’ll be good! I’ll be so good! Just— Just lemme feel you, oh, fuck!”
You squeeze his balls, rolling them gently as you pretend to think, ignoring the way he continues to grind into your hand.
“Hmm. Okay, say I allow it…. What exactly are you looking to feel?”
His eyes widen, and you almost laugh at the hope in them. His voice cracks under the weight of desperation as he heaves out a diplomatic, “Anything! W-Whatever you wanna give me!”
“Tricky,” you shake your head, giving his slit a lick that leaves him shuddering. “No, I want specifics.” Your lips glide down his shaft as you murmur slowly, “What do you want to feel?”
His brows pull and you see tears flooding his waterline. Almost there.
“Be honest,” you warn, “Don’t get shy on me now, baby.” Your hand smoothes up his chest, but you sink your nails into him on the return, leaving angry, red tracks on his pale skin. “You’ve been doing so good.”
And he practically preens under the praise, huffing like he’s gathering the strength, then, “Yourpussy.”
It’s quick, and you definitely heard him, but you just can’t help yourself—
“Hm? Speak up,” you order, “What’d I say about mumbling?”
“Your pussy!” he calls out, broken and flushed as you circle your thumb and forefinger around his tip, encouraging another sticky drop to slip out. “Wanna feel your pussy— Please!”
You giggle, shrugging and sitting up. “Okay. That’s all you had to say, no need to shout.”
Dry sobs tear through his chest as he mutters his relief like a man gone mad.
You hover above him, lining his twitching length up to your entrance.
Then, softly, “Tell me how much you love me.”
And it’s like his mind spends the last bit of coherence on you as he takes a deep breath, his features looking only slightly less tortured as he begins to speak.
“I love you so much, baby, you make me so happy,” he rushes. “Always wanna be with you, always wanna be— Oh, fuck!”
You drop down, sinking onto him in one easy, consuming glide. And his body seems to short circuit, spasming and stiffening at the same time. His hands fly to the crumpled sheets beside your calves—still following directions, still being good.
His face is frozen in shattering pleasure, like the moment has been plucked out of time and he’s breaking a thousand times over, every second that passes.
And it’s then that you realize he’s cumming.
He couldn’t even stick it out long enough to feel you ride him. To feel even one pass, one gyrating drag of your cunt along his sorry cock.
Shaking like a leaf, he’s been shoved over the edge by your wet heat alone.
Now tears roll down his cheeks and nonsensical cries escape his parted lips as you sit above him, unimpressed.
“Aw, poor baby…” you coo, smoothing a curl behind his ear.
He’s paralyzed in a state of prolonged pleasure, and the only movement you feel is the throbbing of his length, flexing incessantly as he spills into you.
“So weak, hm? Couldn’t even last one second. Just had to cum. ‘S that all you’re good for? Cumming? Filling me up?” You lean close, nuzzling into his face, watching as his eyes refuse to open. Then you add lowly, “Breeding me?”
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Also, does any of this make sense????? Sorry if it doesn’t, I wrote it at 4 a.m. lmao
summary: y/n has only been curious about Eddie’s handcuffs after they began dating. she wondered why he never used them on her, and at first, long told her she didn’t know anything about that life. she soon found out that Eddie had a lot to teach her.
warnings: quick friends to lovers storyline, making out, fem receiving oral from male, reader weakens after orgasm, slight innocent reader, drug dealer Eddie (not really mentioned), rough sex, bondage (Eddie’s handcuffs/chains), missionary, doggy, no protection, crying, whining, a lot of male noises, pet names, chocking, etc.
note: we haven’t done an Eddie Munson fan fiction in a while. we still love him, so, there will be more. more stranger things in general. you see what I did there? — nevermind.
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Steve nearly asked Eddie every day since he graduated, when he was going to make a move on y/n. He hated watching the two drink and get close, yet never make a move.
When people would ask them if they were together, or assume, anyone could tell they the nervousness entered the room.
Not too long ago, y/n and Eddie finally made a move. It seemed so perfect how they both leaned in to feel each other’s lips.
“I think we should stop — You’re drunk, and it’s getting late,” Eddie whispered after y/n stopped fake fighting on top of him. “What if I won’t want to sleep just yet?” Y/n asked, a bit shy, but the alcohol in her body, helped her gain confidence.
“You’re drinks, princess, and I’m not. I don’t want you to regret this, and mess our friendship up,” Eddie said, really wanting to taste her, but she was afraid of showing what he’s been wanting to do with her.
“A kiss could never ruin our friendship, Eddie,” y/n said, slightly sounding desperate as her eyes could barely stay open. “Wanna do more than just kiss you, y/n,” Eddie admitted.
Y/n’s heart skipped a beat at what her best friend said. She thought she was the only one who wanted to experiment with him. She felt nasty, but now, she felt loose.
The two both crashed on each other’s lips, making g out rough but passionate. None of them have kissed like this before. They would’ve never mixed their saliva like this with anyone, but because it’s them, they wanted to do much more.
The night ended with y/n halfway passed out, and Eddie’s face resting on y/n’s thigh, dripping juice from y/n’s throbbing heat. “So good for me — I wanna get used to this,”
Now, the two are dating, happier than ever, but y/n has been curious lately. She didn’t pay much attention when they were just friends, but now that they’re dating, she thought about Eddie’s handcuffs.
Most partners would be jealous, but y/n? She was curious. She thought to herself plenty of times how he would use them on her, and why he hadn’t done it yet. They’ve only been sexual for a short time, but if he were kinky like that, why wouldn’t he mention it?
“You good, sweetheart?” Eddie asked after turning to his girlfriend who seemed to be daydreaming. “Yeah, I was just thinking,” y/n said, not knowing if she should bring this up as a conversation so soon her their relationship.
“What is it? What were you thinking about?” The metalhead asked as he leaned back on his bed, taking his eyes off the weed he was pre-rolling for his rich customers who couldn’t do it on their own.
“So, uh — I noticed the handcuffs, and I was curious,” y/n said as she stared at the cuffs that were basically chains, dangling from a hook in his wall. She knew that had to be for something sexual.
“Hey, y/n, look — I swear on my uncle, I’ve never used them in anyone, and never planned to. I just liked the thought of them near me. I’ve even thought about you in them,” Eddie spoke quietly, a bit embarrassed by his truth.
“Oh, wait, I wasn’t jealous or anything. I just was curious on why you didn’t use them on me yet,” y/n said, making Eddie's eyes widen. For the longest, he had thought y/n was innocent, and she was. She was just open-minded when it came to her boyfriend.
“You’re not ready for that, princess,” Eddie chuckled lightly. “Why not?” Y/n asked, a bit offended as she crossed her arms. “Being restrained means you can’t do anything. I don’t think that it’s a good idea to put you in something like that, knowing you’d wanna get out,”
“What do you mean, want to get out? I can take it,” y/n said, only making the man laugh. “You can’t even take me slow in doggy. What makes you think you can take me deep up front with your pretty hands cuffed?”
Eddie shifted in the bed to cup y/n’s chin, slightly teasing her because they both knew she wasn’t a taker. Especially with his length.
“I-I can take it — It’s not even that bad,” y/n said, making Eddie throw himself back onto his bed with a loud laugh, knowing his uncle wasn’t home to tell him to shut the hell up.
“What!? You’re mean as fuck, you know?” Y/n said as she kept her arms crossed. “Oh, really, baby? I’m sorry, it’s just — You’re a comedian,” Eddie kept laughing, only making y/n roll her eyes.
“C’mon, I’m just pullin’ your tit, baby,” Eddie leaned up to hug y/n, but she moved away. “Babe, don’t start this. I was just kidding,” Eddie tried hugging y/n again, but this time she pushed him away. Of course, not too hard. She was just being dramatic.
“And, that’s why we can’t do what you wanna do. You can’t even handle being picked on a little bit,” Eddie said as he pushed at y/n’s shoulder lightly, slightly feeling bad for what he did.
“Whatever, I’ll be fine,” y/n said, making y/n sigh as he rolled his eyes. “Fine — We can use em, but ion wanna hear none of that cryin', okay?” Eddie jumped off of the bed to get his handcuffs that had dust all over them.
“Really?” Y/n asked, a bit excited, but knowing she wouldn’t be too excited soon. “Ah huh, but only one rule,” Eddie said with a smirk as he untangled the chains. “Yeah?” Y/n innocently asked, not knowing how quick of a turn this would take.
“The only thing stopping me, is our safe word,” before y/n could agree with a smile, Eddie lunged at her, grabbing her quest roughly to cuff them as quick as possible.
“Hey,” y/n said with an eye roll, not knowing he’d get in the mood this fast. “Not a word from you, princess. Let’s see how good you think you can take it,” Eddie said as he placed the chains where they needed to be.
Seeing y/n in this sight, made him harder than he thought he could get. She was always beautiful, but seeing her innocent body slightly retrained, knowing she was actually ready for what was coming, made him want to burst then and there.
“Always thought about tying you up at school. I was a little perv-nerd when it came to you, princess. You always looked and smelled so good — Had to keep myself from throwing you in my van with your hands and legs tied,”
Eddie was in an emotion he couldn’t control. He was either not sure about putting his pretty girl through this, or he was getting too dark to the point he would black out and not remember anything he’d do to her tonight.
“Pretties thighs — Pretties body — Pretties fucking face,” Eddie slightly growled as he gripped y/n’s face. The younger girl whined with huge eyes, feeling her heat get wet.
“I know, baby — Hearts probably rising. Maybe a hint of fear, knowing you can’t get loose — Don’t worry. You know, I’ll take good care of you,”
Eddie quickly began tugging on y/n’s clothes until parts of her showed more than before. She had already had her night dress in, so exposing her bra-covered breast was easy.
“You sure you want this y/n because, fuck — I won’t be able to stop myself,” Eddie warned as he climbed on top of y/n, pulling her dress up as she slightly moved at his cold hands grazing her skin.
“U-Use me — Please,” y/n stuttered, not knowing if she should’ve said it. “What’s the safe word?” Eddie asked in a stern tone. “Red,” y/n said, feeling her heart raise. This was actually happening, and she only had to question him once.
“Good girl,” Eddie grunted as he reached into his jeans to pull himself out. “And, that’s the only thing I wanna hear from you tonight,” Eddie said as he pulled y/n’s panties to the side.
“I-I’ll try,” y/n spoke, making Eddie shake his head with a chuckle. “You’re always doing a terrible job. Just means I’ll have to start off rough,” before anything, Eddie doubly pushed through y/n’s walls, causing her to cry out in pain and pleasure.
“Yeah? You feel that? Feel how deep I am inside of you? I told you doggy would be the only position you could truly handle — This is next level,” Eddie couldn’t stop but grin down at the struggles woman.
“S-So much,” y/n whined low, only making Eddie shush her. “Nah uh, what did I say? Didn’t I say to keep that pretty mouth closed? Hm? — You’re the one who wanted this, so accept the journey,”
Eddie grabbed both sides of y/n’s waist before pushing down onto the mattress. Y/n knew he was positioning himself to fuck her rough. He’s never gone too rough, but she asked for it tonight.
“Hush it up, princess — You wanted it,” Eddie continued saying as he pounded down into y/n, going the deepest he could get at the start of his session. After being handcuffed, there would be no room for taking it slow.
“E-Eddie,” y/n cried out as she pulled one of her restraints. At times, she’d forget that she wouldn’t be able to get out. “Wanna break free? Keep trying, princess — Makes this so much hotter,” Eddie growled with a smile, looking down at the way y/n pulled on the chains.
“This is the tightest you’ve ever been — The way you’re soaking around me, only makes me closer,” Eddie felt himself twitch. He didn’t want to cum this quick, but it didn’t matter. He’s always been able to keep going.
“Eddie- Eddie, you — The condoms. You forgot the condoms,” y/n took forever to say what she was trying to say. “Oh, really? Guess that’s your luck, hm?” Eddie leaned in front of y/n’s face.
Deep down, Eddie felt bad for slipping into her without protection. He had completely forgotten, but he didn’t want to get out of character. He had to somehow make sure y/n was 100% with what was going on.
“Tell me you want me to stop. Tell me. Tell me!” Eddie slightly yelled as he snapped his hips, wanting to keep his work going. He could feel the way she fluttered around him. She was so close.
“Too much, Eds — I’m gonna cum,” y/n made the mistake of telling him how close she was. “And, you want me to stop? When you’re so close? C’mon,” Eddie leaned into y/n’s ear so she could hear his groans better.
The room was filled with wet slaps, whining, growling, and a bunch is cuss words from Eddie. He couldn’t keep himself together. This situation was too much for him. He was going to explode.
“E-Eddie, slow down — Please,” y/n tried begging the man, but he wouldn’t listen. Why would he? She hadn’t used the safe word yet. “Want me to slow down?” Eddie asked as he leaned up.
“Yes, yes,” y/n huffed, surprised he actually slowed down. She had thought he got soft, but little did she know, he was just getting a short break. “Want me to be nicer? Take it easy on you?” He asked as he softly placed his hands around her neck.
“Please-“ y/n was cut off by the grip of his hands. “Then you asked the wrong one to chain you up, sweetheart,” Eddie spat before he began slamming into her, making the young lady cry out instantly.
“E-Eds! C-Can’t anymore — I can’t!” Y/n kicked and arched her back, trying to control herself, but her cunt continued to squeeze around Eddie, only assuring him that he was doing exactly what she wanted. Using her.
“That’s it — Keep struggling — You’re going nowhere, and this isn’t even the beginning — I have so many loads I’ve been wanting to empty into you,” Eddie tightened his grip a bit more to hear her struggle for air.
For a second, Eddie thought he might have been going too far tonight. Quickly handcuffing her, saying mean things, pinning her down, and fucking get rougher than he’s ever done.
The only thing that helped him was her words. She never once came close to the word red. She would’ve said it by now, and she would never come to him later and say she was uncomfortable. Y/n wasn’t like that.
That’s how Eddie knew y/n probably enjoyed this more than him. She loved faking that she needed him to stop. He even saw a small pour from her when he slowed down a few minutes ago.
“C-Cumming — Cunming,” y/n’s body stiffened before she shook. “That’s it- That’s it — Fucking take it,” the older man growled as he pounded her, wanting her juice to splash anywhere it could.
“Ian stoppin’ either, baby — Told you to keep that fucking mouth shut, didn’t I?” Eddie asked, but y/n didn’t answer. Her eyes were landing everywhere but on him. She felt out of it already.
“Didn’t I!?” The man shouted as he shook y/n by her neck to catch her attention. “S-Sorry,” tears streamed from her eyes, upset at herself for not taking it like she swore she could.
Right as Eddie went to assure her that she was fine, she spoke, shocking him.
“I-I’ll be good, I promise. Please cum in me. D-Don’t pull out and punish me,” she cried. “I’ll do anything, Eds, just- Please, use me,”
“Jesus’s H. Christ,” Eddie huffed as he pulled out. He quickly turned his girlfriend around, knowing the chains were long enough for her to be comfortable. He took no time to push back in her, roughly, with a warning.
Y/n wanted to speak out loud to thank him, he she kept quiet. She wanted to be good like she promised.
“You’re just a slut, y/n — A dirty fucking slut, and I knew it from how you dressed at parties — You always got drunk before you sat on my lap, facing me- Dragging that pretty pussy across my clothes cock — Swore you even stained my jeans, once,”
Y/n whined, happy that he noticed his much she wanted him before they got together. Yeah, a bit of embarrassment was felt, but the thought of being caught was what made her close to another orgasm.
“You’re in for a ride with me, princess. Especially after I coat these walls,”
Therapist Alex: Ok, now to let's move on to Buck and Eddie. Please tell your partner what's been bothering you.
Buck: Sometimes you don't stop to think about the orders given to you before you're halfway doing them. For all the bratting that you do, you love following orders a little too much.
Eddie: Is not just about loving orders, there's a system we need to follow you know, the chain of c-
Buck: If you say chain of command one more time.
Eddie: Or else what?
Therapist Alex: Guys, I think we've strayed a little, let's just-
Buck: You wanna follow orders? Get on my lap right now and let's count to 10 then.
Summary: Eddie Munson is a roughhouser without an off switch, and it eventually gets him into a sticky situation with his best friend when a wrestling match goes... Unexpectedly.
Cute and fluffy bestfriend! Eddie. This idea has been rotting my brain for years at this point, and I wanted to expand it from the silly blurb it previously existed as. I'd happily write more for this that could easily get smutty if people want it, but otherwise it'll stay a dreamy silly little one shot.
Eddie x Reader. 2nd person POV, no y/n or gendering of reader. Swearing. Smoking. non-explicit NSFW.
Word count: ~2.5k
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Eddie Munson roughhouses all the time, with anyone who will roughhouse back, at every opportunity.
“Race you to the street sign!” and he’s nothing but an echo of thundering steps as he bolts.
He’s shoved every one of his friends into a bush, several times over. Leapt into a few himself.
He’ll arm wrestle at the slightest provocation, or to solve any problem.
“NOT IN THE KITCHEN!!” is frequently heard being hollered by Wayne in the Munson household.
Wrestling, tag, jumping up to touch ceilings, jamming himself in dumb places, climbing things, throwing shit– just shoving and smacking and being physically playful all the time. He’s covered in weird knicks and bruises constantly, because he interacts with the world and his friends so tactilely.
Especially you, because you always play his games. You sling whatever shit he’s on right back at him, and he loves it. Two peas in a pod, duking it out happily.
Tonight wasn’t particularly different from any other night over the last year or so. He had come over to yours after his shift, where Steve and Robin were already hanging out. He’d walked in halfway through some terrible movie, reeking of the joint he smoked in his van moments prior.
“Anyone wanna smoke?” He smiled with his whole face, not bothering with formal hellos as he pulled out another already rolled joint. General babblings of agreement had him lighting it quickly and passing it to Robin. With a new smokey warmth to the room as it circulated, he finally settled a little bit more, still not bothering to try and get hooked into the movie he’d missed so much of.
So he talked through the rest of it.
Throwing popcorn at the screen when the characters wouldn't turn around to see what you all could, treating it like his own personal Mystery Science Theater 3000. Although you feigned annoyance at first, shushing him and rolling your eyes, you were cracking up and riffing on the movie with him within minutes. Mocking and mimicking the lackluster line deliveries, pointing out the boom mic in shots. Reenacting the awful action sequences. All four of you giggling non-stop, but the two of you deeper in the shenanigans, as usual.
He started to smack your hand every time you reached into the popcorn bowl– like a game of Whack-A-Mole.
You were cackling as a piece of popcorn threatened to come out of your nose, yet reached back into the bowl, assaulted with another flurry of slaps and grabbing. You smacked his hand back, hard, and he whipped his head at you with a fire in his eyes– like the opening gun shot of a race had been fired. He grabbed your wrist, and you grabbed his right back, and you were nearly instantly in a whirlwind of escalation. Steve nudged you off the couch subtly as you grappled, knowing where this was going. He didn’t feel like refereeing your daily wrestling match in his stoney state, the couch was way too comfy to be the mat tonight.
“Hands off my fucking popcoooorn!!” he wailed, as he hooked his leg around yours and tumbled you both fully to the ground.
“It’s my– fucking– popcorn!” you grunted out as you leveled him next to you and locked his arm against your body. “You’re literally in my house!” you spat the sentence in the moment of reprieve you had from pinning him.
He wiggled and writhed, squirming right out from under you. “Slippery fucker…” you growled. The two of you rolled around like a tornado on the ground, knocking into the table, Steve and Robin occasionally yelling things you weren’t paying attention to. Though, you thought you caught a, “get his ass!” from Robin as you rolled over top again.
Oh, you had gotten him this time. You had gotten him so good.
You locked your other leg over him, successfully trapping him in the Full Nelson you were going for. You yelled in victory, squeezing him and laughing, your face nestling between his face and shoulder at this angle, a mocking “WOOO!” in the style of Ric Flair ringing in his ear. The entire back of his body pressed against your front. And he stopped squirming. Like… full body tense, not moving a muscle, stopped squirming. You weren’t even sure he was breathing anymore. You instantly let go of the pressure you had him with, all the silliness of the moment gone. It’s fun when you’re playing, but you feel like something went wrong.
“Whoa… dude, you okay?” you ask, working to untangle yourself from him. He comes back to in a funny moment, and starts fumbling and tripping and trying to untangle himself too. His frantic movements are making it so much worse though, and Steve and Robin start to question and gather too, uselessly trying to help unfurl the pretzel you two are in. You’re baffled as he’s kicking and thrashing, trying to scoot away while still half leg locked, anxious sounds falling out of his mouth now.
Is he blushing? No, you’re sure you’re red in the face too from the match.
But then you see it.
He sees you see it.
Eddie’s got a boner.
The avalanche of words that comes tumbling out of him is barely coherent to begin with, and you couldn’t possibly fathom listening to a single word of it right now anyways. Robin is rambling back at him, their voices competing, and you’re sure she’s probably trying to help.
You’re also pretty sure she has no idea what’s going on at all, because she might shut the fuck up if she had noticed. Or maybe she did notice and isn’t shutting the fuck up to try to divert some attention? Either way, you’re failing miserably to stop staring like you’re internally screaming at yourself to do. But your eyes are drawn like a moth to a porch light. You look back and forth between the tent he has pitched in his pants, and his completely feral and fearful face a couple of times. You open your mouth and close it again, not being able to push a single word out of your throat. He’s finally physically separated from you, gets out from under Robin’s momentarily immobilizing beratement of worry, and flees out of the room faster than you’ve seen him cross any frivolous finish line.
You're literally slack jawed, still completely speechless. But you can feel your heart pounding, and the hotness of your now certainly blushing face. You’re not sure you’re breathing. Or you’re breathing way too heavily. You can’t tell.
All you know is that it is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you in your life.
You make the mistake of looking over at Steve and Robin, who are all eyebrows and wide eyes.
“What happened?” “What did you do?” their voices collide in your head. “Is he hurt?” “Are you okay?” They’re rapid firing questions, and you start to try to answer them with the nothing that you know.
“I don’t know, I don’t know! I DON’T KNOW!!” your voice starts out soft, but is battling their volume quickly. “I really don’t know I just– we were just– and then I– and he just STOPPED and–” it’s your turn to ramble. Your hands are flailing, and you swat at Robin who’s standing over you. She grabs your hand and yanks you up, and neither of you are listening at all while the heated and chaotic discussion continues.
You can’t get the image of his jeans, so tight and bulging in the crotch, out of your head.
You blink at Robin, realizing neither one of you had spoken for a few seconds. You look at Steve, whose eyebrows are disappearing under the flop of his bangs. And you swear there’s a knowing twinkle in his eye now. He’s been conspicuously quiet for a minute. He glances towards the dark abyss of the unlit hallway Eddie had scuttled into, then back at you, finishing his silent diatribe with a bitchy head bob. After a moment of processing, you stride towards the hallway. Steve rolls his eyes and pulls Robin back down onto the couch with him. At least he’s a good whisperer, nothing but an occasional hushed murmur from him. A louder “What?!” gets loudly and disbelievingly whispered by Robin, but Steve shushes her and keeps gossiping in her ear.
You step into the rectangle of light on the floor of the hallway, half obscured by the darkness now. “Eddie..?” you call uncertainly.
“Please fuck right off,” he pleads from down the hallway to your left. You immediately take a few more strides in that direction, and as your eyes begin to adjust, you can just barely make out his fluffy headed silhouette slumped against the wall. “Fuck, seriously… Please leave me alone,” he says again, but you can hear how half hearted it is. At least you hope that’s what you’re hearing as you close the distance. You lean against the wall across from him.
“Dude… I… Are you okay?” you awkwardly ask. But it’s earnest. The sigh he lets out would sound dramatic in so many other contexts. But it’s earnest, too.
“No! Fucking, I mean… yes? Shit, I…” you can hear the embarrassment oozing off his tongue while he struggles to find words. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my fucking life,” he finally mutters. If the hall lights were on you know he still wouldn’t look you in the eye right now, and you can hear him nervously shifting around. You can picture the way he might be anxiously playing with his hair.
“Hey man, it’s really okay. Shit happens. You don’t have to be embarrassed, it’s just… me… ” you offer, and you mean it, but it kinda stings to say it.
It’s just you… You, his permanent buddy system. You, the heel to his babyface in your wrestling matches. You, his flirting sparring ring. You, his never anything too serious. You, his touchy feely best friend. And you maybe start to get an inkling of why that stung to say out loud…
You, who is starting to realize that you may already be helplessly head over heels. You, who’s feeling like a real dumbass right now.
He huffs out a laugh. “Just you…” he says with a sadness wrapped in a little zing of sarcasm, and you think maybe he can read your mind while you stare at his shape in the dark. You can see the glimmer of his eyes now that yours have fully adjusted to the lack of light. The TV turned back on in the other room is a dull background noise compared to the pounding of your heart that feels like it’s rattling your whole skeleton.
The next moments of silence weigh on you both heavily while your minds race separately. It’s like horses running a race next to each other– fit with blinders that keep them in their own lane, galloping hooves showing no signs of slowing.
“I just–” you start, but you hear his voice at the same time and you both stop. Another moment of silence ticks by.
“Christ on a stick…” he mutters, and pushes off the wall to stand. He inhales and exhales deeply, and you’re literally waiting with bated breath. “We both know what happened,” he finally says, clearly working to have his voice come out somewhat steady. “And I’d be perfectly happy to never talk about it again.” His voice cracks a little on the word happy, but he musters the rest of the sentence.
“I… wouldn’t be…” you say in a low voice, and you’re not sure if you actually said that out loud or not.
Something almost like a ‘huh?’ comes out of him, and he splutters through a few more sounds. He waits for an elaboration, which you deem totally fair. Where the fuck are you going with this?
“It’s just…” you hesitate, but you’re already this deep into it. “That’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Welp. That’s out there now, I guess.
Your ears are ringing, but you’re picturing his straining pants again and think you might be suffocating in the silence.
A breathy sound comes from his side of the hall. Then another. A rhythmic low toned sound cuts through the ringing, and you realize he’s chuckling. He’s chuckling at you right now. You just admitted this horrifying thought to him, and he’s laughing at you?
A few moments of mortification later, you’re starting to crack and chuckle too.
“What?!” you demand, but his laughter only gets more boisterous. The sound of it relieves you more than you were prepared for. Your shoulders relax a little, and you two are giggling almost like usual together.
“You tell me that me popping a boner while we wrestle is the hottest thing that’s ever happened to you, and you expect me not to laugh a little?” he teases you.
“How are you turning this back on me?! You’re the one who popped a boner while being Full Nelson-ed, and I'm the one who’s being laughed at?!” You two slip back into your banter and bickering so easily, it’s one of the most natural things in the world. You hear what might be a laugh in the other room, and then a smack and more shushing, but neither of you pay it much mind.
“It’s a little sad, honestly,” Eddie snickers.
“Sad?! What’s sad?”
“That something hotter than that has never happened to you.”
You gasp and scoff in offense that is half real and half exaggerated. “Like you’ve had it any better, loser” you quip.
“Oh, me and lefty have it better every night, thinking about you,” he coos. He seems almost entirely back to himself– the words are clearly a joke, but still a little more frantic and on edge than his usual theatrics.
“A loser and a liar,” you laugh a little shrilly. Your heartbeat has not settled at all. Where the fuck is the line of joking and seriousness right now? You realize you’ve never wondered that– you, his never anything too serious. It’s only ever been a joke.
And he doesn’t respond– he just takes the one step closer that is still between you, grabs your face, and kisses you. That feels pretty certainly like not a joke.
You absolutely scramble at the sudden unexplored contact exploding between you two. But for the first time since you stopped wrestling… Not a single fiber of your being hesitates. It feels like the missing puzzle piece. You wonder how you’ve spent so many nights with this boy not kissing him. His soft lips mashing into yours feels like the moment an orchestra tunes and reaches harmony. Clashing, sloppy, harmony.
He pulls away briefly, “not a loser…” he mumbles into your mouth and kisses you again, “and not a liar…” he kisses you one more time, and then presses his forehead to yours. You share heavy breaths for a few minutes. Giggling, and breathing hard, and smooching, and fumbling over each other.
“Maybe still a loser… But I like you that way.” He can hear the smile in your voice as you say it, and he smiles back, laughing some more.
Eddie Munson is a roughhouser… but he’s a surprisingly soft kisser.
You laugh again as you think to yourself how doomed that is to last as you kiss him again.
Warning(s); SMUT 18+,bondage,extreme edging,lots of kissing,p in v,a few slaps,mommy kink,sub eddie,switch steve,switch reader,using panties as a gag,reader being soft with Eddie,oral (F receiving), multiple orgasms (M receiving), + More
Pairing(s); Steve Harrington x AFAB reader x Eddie Munson
A/n: okay so this has been stuck in my head for a little so now it’s y’all’s problem. I also haven’t written smut in over a year so BARE WITH ME.
You were driving like a mad person doing almost 15 over the speed limit on you way to your boyfriends trailer. You had been away on business for the past 4 days, in and out of meetings. However, when your phone lit up with Eddie’s name you answered it on the spot. All that could be heard was a strangled “help he’s being so mean” before the line went dead. You left immediately.
You had somehow turned a 3 hour drive into a hour and a half as you pull half hazard next to your boyfriend’s van. You stomped up the steps banging on the door so hard it rattled the trailer.
Steve answered “hey baby y-your home early” you eyed him shoving past him “what the fuck have you done? Where’s my baby?” You asked and Steve closed the door. He looked more guilty than a puppy who just chewed up a shoe. “Steven. Where’s my boyfriend.”
“Our boyfriend!” He argued and you shot him a death glare finally just making your way down the hall to his bedroom you went to open the door but it was locked. “Steven unlock this door.” He just stood there looking dumb “Steven!” You yelled and he jumped finally realizing he wasn’t in charge anymore. He passed you a small silver key and you shoved it into the lock slamming the door open.
“Mommy!” Eddie cried and your heart sunk at the picture in front of you. Eddie laid hands and feet tied to his bed posts with rope, his curls were a mess sweaty and sticking to his head. Worst of all the poor baby’s dick had a string tied around the base it was almost purple and swollen beyond belief. How long had Steve been doing this to him?
You shot a look at Steve that let him know you weren’t happy in the slightest and would deal with him later. You walked to Eddie and he squirmed crying. “It’s okay. I’m here” you started with his wrists pulling the rope loose before you moved to his ankles. Eddie practically jumped on you needing comfort needing something gentle. “How long has it been since you came baby?” You asked and he shrugged “don’t know lost count” he was mumbling his words slurring.
“Okay, lay down let mommy help” he shook his head “hurts” he whined “I know but I have to get the string off baby.” Eddie whimpered but followed your orders laying back down. You turned to grab the lube from the second drawer of Eddie’s night stand.
“And where are you going?” You asked seeing Steve trying to sneak away. “Get your ass back in here” Steve jumped turning back to Eddie’s bedroom. “Chair. Sit.” You demanded and he whined sitting down knowing he was in for it.
“Okay baby mommy’s gonna touch” Eddie practically cried “please be gentle” he whimpered and you squirted lube on your hand. You touched him with the gentlest touch you could muster but he still flinched. You started your movements gently and slowly knowing if you could get lube around the string it would slip off.
You were right the string slipped off and over his slick tip and he finally relaxed. “Good boy” you praised and his eyes lit up. “Now you lay still okay baby?” Eddie nodded. You set up turning to your other boyfriend who sat sheepishly in his chair “how long did you plan to leave him tied up the whole 2 weeks I was gonna be gone?” You fussed and Steve quickly shook his head “he got a-“ you cut him off “I don’t give a shit. You know he wasn’t ready for that we’ve had that conversation.” Your hand made contact with his cheek as a slap rang out. “Bad boy.” You spit out.
If sadness was a face it would be the look on Steven’s face in that moment before another slap rang out “I’m disappointed in you Steve. I trusted you with Eddie.” Steve had tears welling in his eyes before you could smack him the third time Eddie whined “don’t be mean mommy” you looked back at your boy laid down and sighed. You reached to the floor grabbing the rope Steve had used on Eddie. “I won’t be mean baby boy. I’ll get even.”
You smiled at your work Steve safely tied to the chair the red rope a clash against his tan skin. “Now then, how does that feel?” You asked “good” he replied quickly. “Perfect” you said cheerfully before turning your attention back to the pretty boy laid on his bed for you. “Now, for you my baby” Eddie smiled watching as you reached under your Jean skirt tugging your lace panties off.
You turned and stuffed the fabric into Steve’s mouth rather aggressively patting his cheek as you walked over to your boyfriend on the bed. You straddled him and Eddie’s throat went dry knowing what was coming. “Yes! Please!” He whined and you smiled at him. “Easy, I’ll be gentle with my baby” you reassured situating yourself over his cock. “What do we say?” You asked “t-thank you mommy” you nodded sinking down on the man’s cock. “Shit-“ he whined his head falling back.
You knew he wouldn’t last long you had no expectations set on Eddie. The poor baby barely even made it 3 rolls of your hips before he was babbling about cumming as he spilled inside you. “Yeah, I know it’s a lot baby.” You gently laid a hand on his abs and her whined as you dug your nails into his tender skin.
You gave him time allowed him to ease down off the cloud he was on before you began moving your hips again. Eddie let out slutty moans whines about how good you felt and thank you’s falling from his lips.
You glanced back at your other boyfriend tied and naked on a chair, you watched his hard cock twitch with precum as he looked at you with big eyes. You smiled at him and let out a giggle “not so nice to not get what you want, huh Stevie” he muttered something but you couldn’t hear from the underwear in his mouth.
“Mommy” Eddie whined pulling your attention back to the man under you “kiss” he pleaded and you leaned down placing gentle kisses to his lips in unison. Typically he knows better but when his hands gripped your hips you didn’t correct him this time. He dug his nails into your side as he whined spilling another load of cum into your cunt. You pulled from his lips “messy boy” you teased and he huffed.
He looked a lot more calm compared to where he was at when you first got here “eddie,” you called moving to lay on the bed next to him. “Clean momma up” Eddie moved faster than lightening it seemed to get between your legs.
You locked eyes with your other partner, you knew how to get the man worked up you had been dating him for over 8 years at this point. He looked pathetic, drool seeped from the edges of his mouth soaking the lace fabric in his mouth,his cheek still a pretty red from your previous abuse. His cock twitched every few seconds slapping on the man’s lower abdomen as he huffed.
Eddie was quickly pushing you to your release and you smiled at him as he looked up at you jaw moving faster. You tilted your head back moaning rather dramatically for the pure benefit of Steve of course. You laid your hand on Eddie’s head coaxing him as you finally came on his face, he didn’t stop however not until your legs began to softly shake.
“Good boy, all clean” you sighed and Eddie smiled climbing over you to pepper your lips with kisses that tasted of the two of you.
“Now, to take care of you” you spoke looking at a still desperate looking Steve.
Eddie Munson in subspace is a sacred thing to me. His glazed over, utterly fucked out big brown cow eyes. The quiet whimpers. The endless, stream of consciousness babbling he’s entirely unaware he’s even doing. How his achingly hard cock twitches when you mock him sweetly for getting this fucking dumb for you. His mouth eagerly accepting your fingers and sucking on them to satisfy the intensity of his oral fixation in that moment. You ask him, almost rhetorically, if he knows how pathetic he looks- knowing that he can only respond by tensing and whining around your fingers as he spills inside you, eyes rolling back in bliss.
May I request sub!eddie wanting attention but being too shy to ask for it?
Reader maybe teases him for it, and only touches him through his clothes until Eddie finally has to ask for what he wants.
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) grinding, sub!eddie, dom!reader, use of nicknames (baby, good boy, pretty boy)
Eddie is never one to bring attention to himself no matter just how much he craves it. It doesn't matter what kind of attention it is, whether it's just a gentle touch or if he wants to get inside you, he won't say anything until you cuddle him or he's rock hard. He doesn't know why, but he can't ever get himself to voice it. It doesn't matter how long the two of you have been together.
And tonight isn't any different. You're lying on top of him as you watch a movie. He wants you and he wants you bad. That much is obvious by the bulge in his pants. And because you know he won't directly ask you for what he wants, you decide that you want to have a little fun, to make him beg for it.
Your hand slides between your bodies, grabbing hold of his bulge and give it a squeeze, leaning up just in time to see his eyes widen as a gasp falls from his lips. He stares back, loving what you're doing but wondering why you're doing it. Just as he's about to ask, you give him another squeeze before lowering yourself back down on top of him, your lips ghosting over his as you begin to grind against him, your legs straddling his waist as you do so.
His cock is even harder now and you try to hold in a laugh at how easily he falls for your tricks. Your lips find his and he's kissing you hungrily as one hand rests on the back of your neck, the other grabbing your ass. He's grinding against you so eagerly, still not asking for what he wants. All you need is one more push and you're sure he's bound to crack.
"You want me, don't you, pretty boy?" You ask as you bite down on his bottom lip, a whine escaping his lips.
"Need you so bad," he breathes.
"In what way, baby?" You ask innocently as you push his hair away from his face, your hands pushing up his shirt and he leans up so you can take it off. "Gonna need to hear you say it."
"Need you to fuck me," he says impatiently, his soft brown eyes going dark and you have him right where you want him.
"Good boy," you reply as you take off his shirt, tossing it to the side. He lies back on the bed as he watches you take your own shirt off, that pretty bra he bought for you now on full display. You're spilling out of it and he winces at how much harder he is thinking about taking it off of you.
You take off your skirt and panties while he does the same with his sweatpants and boxers. You save your bra for last, reaching for a condom and putting it on Eddie before straddling him again. You then take his hands and guide them up to your bra, leaning down so that your chest is against his, his hands unhooking your bra with ease. He slides it out from between the two of you before you lean up, Eddie staring at your hard nipples as he grabs hold of your hips, the two of you working together so he can slide inside you.
Your movements are slow as opposed to usual because you really wanting to savor the moment, to show Eddie just how much you care for him. You want to show him how gentle you can be as your hands grab hold of his, intertwining your fingers. Your lips find his in a sweet kiss as you move against him, his hips bucking against yours slowly.
"Fuck," he says against your lips as his hips buck against yours again, the two of you finding the perfect rhythm, your bodies moving together perfectly.
"That it," you reply. "Such a good boy for me."
This is all Eddie wanted and more. You're so good to him, always knowing what he wants and when he wants it. He didn't even mind the teasing, in fact, he encourages it, the whole thing never failing to make him hard.
You pull away and look down at Eddie, your pretty boy. His hair is fanned out around him and the sweat dripping down his body gives his skin a pretty glisten. And the faces he pulls as he responds to you are nothing but beautiful.
Your paces picks up and Eddie responds to your every move, eating it up as he whines and moans, his hands squeezing yours as he does so. He's trying to hold out for as long as he can, but he can feel his vision hazing, like he's close.
"Shit," he whines as his back arches, trying his best to keep up with you as you move even faster, the prettiest moans falling from your own mouth.
"Yeah? You like that don't you, pretty boy?" You ask in a teasing tone. "God, you're already close, aren't you? Aww, honey don't go stupid on me now," you push his sweaty bangs away from his forehead as you move even faster, trying to get him there.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whines as he feels his eyes roll back into his head, an orgasm finally coursing through him and you help him ride it out.
"That's it, that's a good boy," you say sweetly as he lies back against the pillow, coming down from his high. "You did so good, baby," you tell him and he smiles widely at, you, that drunk feeling still evident on his face.
You climb off of him then clean yourself up as he does the same before you climb back into bed with him, puling him to your, bare skin to bare skin as you wrap your arms around each other, sharing nothing but kisses and I love you's shared before you go for round two, getting tangled up in the sheets until the early morning, Eddie being nothing but your good, pretty boy.
