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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 7 months

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To Die For—Vamp!Eddie one shot

Pairing: Eddie x black!oc

wc: 500

a/n: hiii it’s been quite a min since I posted here, it’s Aug 8th 2023, but by the time you see this it’ll be Oct 1st. I thought I’d get back into Eddie by doing a 15-20 min sprint. After I procrastinated for 2 hrs of course. This is a raw piece, it has bare minimum editing, there really isn’t meant to be plot but if y’all really like it or I change my mind I may expand on it. Ao3 will probably see this first. Anywho, enjoy, and as always reblogs and comments are strongly recommended 🎃🧡

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Somehow Cheryl got sucked into going to Eleven’s halloween party, something about her big childlike eyes made it hard for her to say no. That and El wouldn't stop begging, and nagging about it. She stood at the entrance of Joy’s Californian home, drinks in hand, and an expression on her face that read she'd rather be anywhere but here. That is until, “Sinclair, didn’t expect to see you here.” Eddie Munson snaked a tattooed arm around her shoulder, Eddie has never been one for personal space amongst ‘friends’, he got a whiff of the older Sinclair sibling’s perfume, he pulled away before he got too excited, and did something he regretted. He cleared his throat, grabbed Chyrel by the wrist, and pulled her towards the kitchen. People were scattered everywhere, they spilled into all parts of the house, ‘I doubt this is what Joyce and Hopper meant when they told them to have fun while they were away.’ She grimaced to herself, Eddie handed her a red solo, and she drank from it without hesitation knowing she could trust him.

“Why are you shocked?” She asked him, her hip leaning against the counter, Eddie eyed her, it's been quite a while since he's seen her, since he—

“I just never took you for a party, ya Know I imagine you somewhere under the covers reading scary books.”

“Imagined, me?” She asked playfully, Cheryl took a step forward, it was no secret that they crushed on each other, but with recent events, neither of them had time to explore much more than friends.

“C.mon now, you know I think about you Cher.” Eddie cooed, his hand coming out to reach for her chin, the way he said her name in combination with his cold hands sent a shiver down her spine, and right between her thighs. Suddenly she couldn't think, at least not the way she wanted to, her mind taking her back to the heated kiss they shared last summer when they thought they were going to die.

“You have a funny way of showing it.” She sassed, Eddie closed the gap between them, his other hand coming around her waist, her scent engulfing him more intensely than before. ‘This is a dangerous game you're playing Eddie,’ he fought himself, but she was so close to him, and he couldn't take that for granted this time.

“I’m sorry, would you like me to try harder?” His lips curled slightly into a smirk, his eyes shown with mirth, Cheryls eye’s darted to his lips, she didn't even answer, she met him half way in a long over do kiss. His lips, too cold for California weather, but at this moment she didn't give a damn. The world is no longer ending, it's Halloween, and the love of her life is standing right in front of her. The two of them stood in the midst of a dancing frenzy, lips intertwined, and not a care in the world.

“I need more Cheryl.” He begged, the hunger rising from the pit of his stomach, no longer seeing, or thinking straight he knew exactly what he had such a desperate taste for.

#eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson one shot #spooktober

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 8 months

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DO YALL SEE THE CHEST, THE TITTIES OMG

prayer circle for his shirt buttons to just give up

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 11 months

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Ohhh he’d definitely have a fairy partner lol awww 🥹

eddie and his fairy (me hehe) 🌈🥝🧚🏻‍♀️✨

#eddie munson #eddie munson moodboard

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 1 year

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Surprises

Parings: Eddie Munson x black!oc

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

Eddie and Devina one shot

Tonight was Eddie’s birthday, Davina decided a month in advance to throw a surprise party for him at their house. He had been quite busy promoting his new movie ‘Love From The Other Side', she would have gone along with him, but she ended up feeling a little sick. At the time they thought it was a stomach flu, or food poisoning. That surely wasn’t the case…

“Alright I want to make sure everything is perfect; we got the cake chillin, and the music ready. Will, and Jonathan are keeping him busy for a while, balloons are going to release from the ceiling. Ah, everything seems perfect.” She breathes to herself, her hand absentmindedly resting on her stomach; Davina felt a bit nervous, but she held it together. Her Eddie has been working so hard, tonight also serves as a celebration of all his success over the past few months.

“Relax Dee, everything is going to go fine, and even if we’re 3 candles short of 27, Eddie will still love it.” Lucas gently grasped my shoulder, he smiled down at her warmly; he’s gotten older, but his face is still youthful. The beard hair on his face doesn’t quite match his age, but he’s growing at a faster rate than Davina would have anticipated. Both her siblings are.

“That boy is so in love, I'm surprised he knows what day it is…ugh.” Erica finished up scribbling some message in the birthday card she picked out. They were supposed to share one card together, but ‘little miss thing’ said their card would be boring.

“Thanks guys, what would I do without you two validating me?” Devina leans into her baby brother letting her body rest temporarily, when her doorbell rang unexpectedly she squeaked.

“They’re here early I guess.” She mumbled, looking at her watch. She's surprised to find that it’s now 8:30pm; making her way to the door, Lucas chuckled, “boy how time flies when you’re having fun.” He laughs half heartedly.

“Devina!” Dustin shouted from the other side of the door, he too had grown way taller than she would have expected.

“Dustin, you got so tall!” Devina pulled him in for a tight hug, huddled behind him is Jane, Mike, Nancy, Steve, and Robin. They waved in unison as they shuffled awkwardly waiting to be let in.

“Max is on her way, said she’s gonna pick up a last minute gift.” Lucas called from the living room, the boys were already gathered around the big flat screen tv with the basketball game on.

“What time is Eddie supposed to be back?” Robin asked, the rest of the girls made their way to the kitchen where Devina had laid out a charcuterie board for everyone to snack on while they waited.

Leaning her hip against the kitchen sink, Devina nibbled on a cracker, “some time around 10, I texted Will, and Jonathan that we’d be ready around this time. They should be here in a while.”

“Wine?” Nancy offered Devina a glass, but she kindly declined, which Nancy gave her a weird look, but didn’t say anything. Feeling an intense gaze on her, Devina looked up to see Jane already watching her. Her round, chocolate brown eyes flickered down to Devina’s stomach, and back up to the older woman’s eyes.

How she knew is unknown to Devina, but she couldn’t say she was shocked. She just smiled slightly, the corners of her lips turned upward. Jane let out a giggle of excitement, the other girls turned to look at her, confusion on their faces. Before anyone could say anything, the doorbell rang again, and this time Steve got up to answer the door. “I got it.”

On the other side of the door stood Max with a big box wrapped in gift paper, and a bow on top. She smiled brightly at everyone, though she seemed a bit disheveled like she rushed to get here.

“Did I make it on time?” She panted, Steve took the boxes from her hands, and stacked them in the dining room where the rest were. Lucas got up and walked over to his wife, taking the jacket off her shoulders, and kissed her on the forehead.

“No, but if you hadn’ been an overachiever, you would have arrived at the same time as me.” He rolled his eyes half heartedly, a huff of air blew from her lips as she was too exhausted to argue.

“We left the best gift at home, and I was not going to give someone a birthday present the day after. It’s rude, hi Devina. You look like you’re glowing.” Max pushed past her husband, and headed towards the kitchen. She kissed her sister in law on both cheeks, then took a glass of wine from Robin’s hand, and threw back the rest of the alcohol.

The sudden knock at the door made everyone scramble to their hiding spot. Unfortunately for me, I had to crouch behind the kitchen counter. I've never felt so nauseous and dizzy in my life. “For the love of god Eddie.” I quietly begged for him to move a little faster, my stomach churned, and twisted. A few tears leaked from my eyes, there was no point in trying to control it, so I let them fall.

“Let me get the lights.” Jonathan mumbled.

“Um…” Eddie's voice sounded uneasy, at the signal of the flights, everyone popped up from their hiding spot.

“Surprise!” They all shouted, I barely made it up without falling over. Nancy grabbed me by the wrist, her other hand coming to support me behind my back. I looked over at her, when everyone was busy with sworming Eddie, she turned to look at me. A knowing smirk on her lips, “congratulations.” She whispered so only the two of us could hear, my heart skipped a beat, my mind started to spiral. If Nancy figured it out, then who else did?

Then, as if reading my mind, Nancy chuckled and said, “Trust me, I’m the only one who knows.” Before I had a chance to answer, Eddie called to me, a wide beaming smile plastered on his face. Beer already in hand, he grabbed me by the wrist.

“Of course you’d throw a surprise party, I love it. Thank you.” He pulled me close, his hand resting on my lower back, and his lips pressed to my forehead.

“Mmkay, presents first, and since I brought the best gift. I'll go first.” Max stepped forward, two boxes wrapped in birthday paper; Lucas stood behind her, a loving hand in her shoulder.

“Here, take a seat on the couch.” I grab Eddie’s hand bringing him past our friends group, and into the living room. Playfully I pushed him down, and took the seat next to him, on the other side sat Mike. Eleven took her seat next to him on the arm of the couch.

“Alright, be prepared to see the best gift you’ve laid eyes on.” Max proclaimed, knowing her, it probably was something expensive, but thoughtful.

Eddie didn’t bother taking his time, he practically ripped the paper off, and tossed it to the ground. He took a pause, turned to me, and promised he’d clean it up later. Opening the box to see what’s inside, his eyes softened, he sniffled a bit as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to escape.

“Where did you get this?” He asked, pulling a leather jacket from the box, the back had an embroidered image of Wayne Munson, Eddie’s grandfather.

“A friend of mine owed me a favor, he owns a fashion boutique in New York. It was nothing for him to whip this up, then I dug that photo out of the archives of the Hawkins News.” She smiled proudly, then turned the jacket over in the front where there was another embroidered stitch that said “Hell Fire Club 1986.” in black and white letters, with a blazing fiery devil face behind it.

“It’s a small reminder of where we came from, and who we are now.” Her voice dropped to a softer tone, it wasn’t meant to be somber, but it slightly shifted the energy in the room. I grabbed onto Eddie’s hand giving it a gentle squeeze, in response he pulled my hand up to his lips, and kissed it.

“Wow Red, you really outdid yourself this year.” I stood from his spot on the couch, and pulled Max into his arms. He squeezed her as tight as he could, before letting her go.

“Still holding on to that nickname aye?” She pressed her lips together, in Eddie’s eyes, they were all like little brothers and sisters to him.

“Always.” He smiled warmly; that’s how the rest of the night went, everyone passed their gifts out to him, and each was just as special. Dustin told some hilarious stories about his senior science students at the new school he teaches at; him almost burning down a school didn't seem out of character for him. Then eventually it came around to me, the room quieted down after Dustin got a big laugh out of us. Eddie turned to me, his eyes inspecting my face, he knew something was off, but he wasn’t sure what.

“And what about you Little Miss, you’ve been awfully quiet.” The thing about Eddie is, he didn’t mind addressing issues in front of friends, no matter how big, or small the problem is.

“I’d like to argue that maybe I brought you the best gift of all, well at least in your eyes Eddie.” He seemed confused by my words, I could see the wheels turning in his mind, but he won’t be able to put two and two together for this one. My eyes darted over to Nancy, who was already tearing up, Steve grabbed her by the shoulders, a look of concern on his face.

“Lucas, can you hand me that box over there next to you.” On the end table next to him where he sat on the end of the love seat with Max, sat a small box wrapped in birthday paper. An envelope was tucked underneath the gift ribbon, when he handed it to me I pulled the envelope out, and handed Eddie the box.

“Such a small box.” He quipped nervously, he stared up at me for a moment, I gave him the nod of approval, then he proceeded to rip the paper off.

“Babe I love Nikes, but don’t you think these are a bit small?” Eddie jokes, he hadn’t opened the box yet, I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about his uneasiness. I just let it play out, this is how he always reacts when receiving big news.

“You big idiot.” Erica sighed heavily, she rolled her eyes, reached over Eddie’s shoulder, and opened the lid. The whole room held their breath, he continued to stare down at the tiny Air Nikes in shock. Tears rolled down his eyes, yet he said nothing. The boys all made excited squeals, Mike clapped Lucas over the shoulders.

“Babe.” I called, then I handed him the envelope, I scribed his name across it in cursive letters. When he opened it out and slipped a picture of an ultrasound, he picked it up, turned it over. A joyous laugh came from him, something I didn't quite expect, but I’ve never been happier.

“Happy Birthday Eddie, We’re pregnant.” Everyone burst out into cheers, and applause. The boys—Dustin, Lucas, and Mike—were particularly excited as they nearly dog piled Eddie.

“I knew it!” Jane shouted, her eyes as wide as her smile, Nancy spoke up, she shrugged her shoulders. “So did I.” She said nonchalantly, then Max, “so did I.”

“Wait you too?” I questioned her, I was so sure I kept this well hidden when I found out, but apparently not.

“Of course I did, not drinking alcohol, only eating crackers, and you always look to be on the brink of death. Plus I just know these things.” Max shrugged, Robbin let out a scuff, her facial expression unimpressed.

“Just because you’ve had twins doesn’t mean you have a pregnancy radar.” Robbin rolled her eyes, she stood over the cake cutting it into equal slices for everyone. As they bickered back and forth, I turned to Eddie who was still staring at the ultrasound image.

“I’m gonna be a dad…I’m gonna be a boy dad, nah, this really is the best gift I’ve been given Dee.” Eddie grabbed me by my hand, pulling me down to the couch. I snuggle under his arm. Finally I can relax now that he’s here.

“What are we gonna name him?” I yawned, I didn’t realize how physically draining keeping my resolve together this whole time would be.

He played with the ends of my hair twirling it around his finger slowly, he took a moment to ponder, but then Dustin cut in. “What about Issac?”

“Issac?” I asked, Eddie rolled his eyes, a knowing smirk on his lips, he shook his head.

“I’m not naming my first child after some old white dude Dustin.” Eddie let out an airy laugh, his fingers drummed on my shoulder, his eyebrows pinched together.

“I always liked the name Bryce.” Robin spoke up, her mouth half stuffed with cake, it was a nice name, but didn’t feel right. We all continued to throw names around as we munched on our food, or in my case, a saltine cracker. It wasn’t until Jane popped up from her chair, her eyes as wide as saucers; she smacked her lips trying to get the rest of her bite of food down.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! I got it! I got it!” She shouted, we all looked at her expectantly. Will whipped his hands in a circular motion, “Out with it then!” He rolled his eyes, I let out a giggle, Will hasn’t been around since he’s been so busy with all his art projects. I’m so proud of him, I’m proud of all of them.

“Your middle name, name him after your middle name Eddie.” She said, we all turned to look at Eddie, I'm the only one here that knew his middle name. He told me once… long ago, I never forgot it. The corners of my mouth turned upwards into a soft smile, he looked over at me, his grin wide, and joyous.

“Mason—

“That’s your middle name?” Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas spoke at the same time; their faces shocked, confused, and somewhat disgusted.

“You know you could have just looked up this information on the internet?” Jane scoffed at her boyfriend, because out of all people Mike should have been able to know how to work a computer in order to get answers right?

“Anyway, let’s make a toast, Eddie, happy birthday friend. 27 looks wonderful on you, here’s to many more birthdays, and baby Mason.” Steve held up his beer, we all cheered, and they clinked their glasses. I tapped my bottle of water to Nancy’s glass, she pulled me in by the shoulder, and kissed my temple.

As I look around at my chosen family, I couldn’t be happier than to be raising a baby with them. I felt loved, appreciated, and protected.

a/n: Happy Mother’s Day babes

#eddie munson #stranger things #black!oc #eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson fanfic

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 1 year

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Lmao and so it has began 💀

Attoye stans had nothing but a 10 dollar movie ticket, 1 min & 45 secs of screen time & a DREAM, & have managed to write some of my favorite fanfics/art out of what I’ve seen

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 1 year

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*I write Black women into everything, especially with the men they tell us we shouldn’t be with, and the themes/aesthetics they claim don’t look right on us…in other words…fuck that status quo*

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eddieslittleslutmuffin · 1 year

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✿Hi! I hope you enjoy this fic! Please remember to reblog, like, and leave a nice comment. Follow me, and maybe you’ll see more nice stuff, idk I can’t tell you what to do. But I’d appreciate it! More stuff pinned to my page! Kay bye!

pairing: professor!joesph quinn x black!oc student

warnings: 18+ oral (f)receiving and (m)receiving, public sex, dub con, age gap ( Joe is 26, and oc is 22).

a/n: um, listen…i seen this picture, and I had to like duh lmao. It took me an extremely long time to finish this, literally a month. it wasn’t supposed to be this long but here we are…enjoy :)

wc: 2k

Teacher’s Pet

“Seriously, it’s fall time, how can you be sad at a time of year like this. Everything is so beautiful, and colorful, brighten up Ally.” I walked through the never ending halls of the Arts, and Science building at NYU, we weaved our way through the sea of bodies.

“I need the sun Devina, I’m not like you, and the fall time is cold. I hate the cold. This, my friend, is just where our personalities split…accept it.” Ally pulled the lecture room door open, most students were scattered everywhere, but mainly the first four rows were filled with girls. Professor Joseph Quinn is quite popular amongst the females. Music History is an elective for most of us, which means the only reason we’re here…is because of him.

“Ally you’re good at science, what dna strand made Quinn so damn attractive?” I whisper to her as we take our seats, she giggled throwing her stuff down into the empty chair next to her. Her eyes give him a once over, studying his face.

“Girl, I wish I knew the answer to that. I mean look at him, wearing that gold chain like a slut.” I nearly choke on my water from her words, I’m too damn goofy to be friends with someone like Alyssa.

“I didn’t know the death of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart could be so funny Ms. Jones.” He scolded me, his chocolate eyes holding me in place, I always felt like he’s looking right into my soul with those eyes of his.

“It could be funny, I mean what kind of name is Wolfgang. What a mislead that must have been from the guys that jumped him.” I tried to joke, Ally sighs from beside me, an indication that I should have not said anything at all. My mouth has a habit of going against the instructions of my brain.

“Except he died from a fever.” Professor Quinn corrected me, some of the girls in the front row whispered, and giggled at me. I rolled my eyes, if only those cows knew the truth they’d be pissed.

“It was a joke, Professor.” I mumbled, I pulled my lip between my teeth as I fiddled with my pen. His eyebrow lifted upward, and he shot me a playful warning glare.

“I suggest you work on gathering better source material love.” My eyes widened, Professors Quinn's eyes flickered for a moment, and I think I was the only one that noticed that facial expression. I shrunk back in my seat, some of the other girls looked at me with grim expressions.

“No wonder you’ve been making A’s…perhaps it’s you who's the slut DJ.” Ally smirked at me knowingly, but I decided to ignore her as I kept writing my notes.

“Alright you all, don't forget it’s a quiz on everything from chapter 13, so make sure you study up.” He nodded his head to all the students bidding them a goodbye, then making his way to his desk. Taking his glasses off he throws them on the desk, and rubs the bridge of his nose.

“Ms. Jones, may I see you for a moment.” I pause my movements causing Ally to bump right into the back of me, I lean backwards to make room for her to slide past me.

“Me and Ms. Jones, we got a thing going on.” She sings quietly, as she passes me.

After the very last student leaves the class, I make way down the steps to the front of the room, I press my lips together to keep myself from smiling. Joe; however, held nother back, and I always admired him for his confidence in our ability to keep our relationship private. Though dating a teacher doesn't go against any legal rules, it just…not professional I guess. Which if you as me is total bullshit, I pull my weight in my classes, I never needed to go through such lengths for a passing grade. Even if I did sleep my way to the academic top, we pay enough money to go here, someones gotta give, or receive for that matter.

“Yes Professor?” I walked up to him, keeping a distance between us. I'm more than sure no one is here, but I couldn’t help but tease him.

“Falling asleep in class, and now making jokes like it's comedy hour? Come on now babe, that’s not like you.” He grabbed my hands, pulling me into him, and placing my palms around his neck. My fingers play with his hazelnut curls, he likes it when my nails scrape his scalp.

“Oh so blame it on me when you've been the one keeping me up twice this week.” I pouted, Joseph threw his head back in a small fit of laughter. His smile lights up his whole face, and I couldn't help but giggle as well.

“Did you like that, when I choked you, when I hit it from the back. Tell the truth, you can't lie darling.” Joseph's voice dropped, and his head tilted towards me. His hands crawled under my blouse, and his nails dragged down my bare skin giving me goosebumps. My areolas prickled, and my nipples hardened. He watches me closely taking pleasure in my fight to suppress the moan on the tip of my tongue, Joseph loves to watch me struggle. Sometimes he makes me beg for it, when we first met I never peg him for the type to be so sexually dark.

“No, we shouldn’t Joey, someone could walk in on us.” I tried to plea with him, I wanted to, my pussy was already slick, but I’d rather not be the poster child for public sex.

“Follow me, there’s something I want to show you.” Joseph pulled me by the arm off towards the back of the stage, we walked for quite a while before we came to stop in front of a backstage room. He dangled a set of keys in my face, his lips falling back into a shit eating grin. This man is too slick, and just when I think I have him figured out, he surprises me with more.

“Let’s just say, some of the theater kids owe me a favor, let’s take a look shall we?” He grinned, and before I could protest he’s already turning to unlock the door. It was dark at first, except for a few makeup tables that still had its lights on.

“And God said let there be light.” Joseph flipped on a switch, I’ve never been a performer, but I’ve always dreamed of what the backstage rooms would look like during show time.

“Now where we’re we? Kissing?” He gets right to the point pressing those soft lips of his right onto mine. His mouth sucks my bottom lip into him, we both moan into each other as I easily melt into him.

“It’s your favorite flavor, cinnamon sugar. You like how I taste baby?” I whisper, his hands roughly pulling up my skirt and digging his fingers into my panties from the back. Tightly he grips both my ass cheeks pulling them apart so wide I could feel my pussy lips spread.

“Those aren’t the only lips I like to suck on Princess, you always taste amazing. When you came in today with this short skirt on, I couldn’t wait till class was over so I could eat you immediately.” He purred, I loved how forward he was with me, it’s like I never knew what was going to come out of that mouth of his.

“Please say you’re going to eat me from the back, Joey.” I begged, he sucked more of the gloss off my lips, then he pushed me towards one of the makeup tables.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He pushed my skirt up further past my hips, ripped the crotch of my thin tights open, and pushed my panties to the side. I threw my head back as he spit on me, my back arching inward, and my ass poking out more for him. He uses his fingers to coat me in his saliva, and makes sure to pay extra attention to my throbbing clit.

“Fuck yes, it feels so good baby.” I tried to moan quietly, but when Joe spread my cheeks it became difficult to contain myself. He put his whole face between my thighs, and ass. His hand roughly smacking me, his big hands gripping my cheeks tightly causing a stinging sensation that shoots right to my core

“Mmm, look at that pretty pussy, taste so fucking good.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, and continued to hold me there between his lips.

“Shit, you gone , make my pussy come baby. Fuck don’t stop, please.” I spread my legs out wider, my hips rock back and forth on his face. My hand reached back to grab onto his head, my fingers intertwined with his mess of curly hair as I grip onto them tightly.

A hot sensation moves through the pit of my stomach, a shiver rips up my spine, and clinches tightly around his two fingers he inserted deeply inside me. You could hear Joseph's muffled breathing, sloppy wet sucking, and my moans all mixed together. After pulling on my clit a few more times making it jump, and throb pleasurably. I came in his mouth, it wasn’t as long, or as intense of an orgasam as he usually gives me, but that’s the whole point of a quickie right?

“Delicious as always babe, now let’s see if you can make me come as fast.” He poked his tongue out at me, I chewed on my bottom lip as I watched him slowly unfasten his belt, and zipper.

“A little faster Joey.” I crossed my arms impatiently, he paused his movements, his eyes slowly moving up my body to my face.

“Is that, is that an attitude I hear? Because we can pack it up right now.” The corner of his mouth slightly turned upward, of course he found this funny. Instead of making a fuss, let out a huff, and get down to my knees.

“That’s a good girl, now sit quietly for Daddy.” His hand reached out to firmly grab into my chin tilting my head back, I looked up at him through my long lashes, and opened my mouth as wide as I could.

Now listen, someone with a mouth as small as mine shouldn’t be trying to suck a dick as…girthy as my Joey. However, momma ain’t raise no bitch, so I put both my hands around his shaft. I pushed him back as far back into my throat as possible, my mouth completely full, and I’m already gagging before the hip thrust.

“Oh we’re a trooper today huh love? You look so fucking good with my cock stuffed in your mouth, fuck Devina.” He pulled out of my mouth a little, I took that split sex to relax, because this is where the real shit began. He placed one hand on the top of my forhead careful to not mess up my hair, though he didn’t give not one fuck about my make up. His other hand held onto the bottom of my chin as he gripped into my whole jaw to hold me in place. He tilted his head back, tongue poked out, and eyebrow curled upwards as if he’s trying to capture the right angle for a photo.

“Hold on tight Princess.” Joseph pulled back further, and then pushed all the way back into my throat. The gagging never stopped, I’m so glad I’ve only had coffee, but I will be deathly hungry after this.

He has probably only been going at it for two minutes, but it felt like fifteen to be honest. My jaw was killing me, spit continuously spills from my mouth, down my throat, and onto my chest.

“You like that baby, you like being stuffed with my fat cock just like the greedy whore you are.” He grunted, our eye contact never broke, I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help the smile that grew onto my face.

“Fuck you’re enjoying this, such a greedy little slut. Hahah! I love this shit oh I do.” Joseph threw his head back, mouth popped open, and a wild look in his cocoa brown eyes. He was so close, I could feel the way his dick twitched, and jumped in my mouth begging for release. But I had other plans, I wanted to milk him for everything he was worth. One hand I grabbed onto his balls, and gently squeezed them, his hips bucked forward unexpectedly.

“Shit.” He cursed, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, and a death grip from hell on my head. My nails grazed him from the base of his shaft to the bottom of his stomach, and back down to his balls. I wrapped my hand firmly around the base of him, and he finally decided to let me have control. I moved into a squatting position, with one hand I massaged him in a back and forth motion. My other hand rested on my thigh to help me with balance, I bobbed my head in a circular motion. All the spit that accumulated in my mouth now dripped down him, and into the floor.

My hand works on his shaft, while I suck on his tip at the same time, and when I look up to check on him…he is finished. He leaned back in the brick wall behind him, his eyes closed, and his cheeks a cherry red.

I took him at the back of my throat again, my mouth making gawking sounds. My hand squeezed his balls again, this time I grabbed him at a firmer hold.

“Devina please…” His begging only encouraged me further, this was the one true power I held over him, and I took pleasure in it. After a few more strokes his hips flexed forward, and his hands wrapped around my neck making sure I didn't move. Even after his deliciously creamy milk squirted into my mouth, and even when I swallowed…I continued to suckle on him.

“Jesus, fucking hell.” He moaned heavily, I bet his toes are curling in his shoes. If I were him, I’d be a puddle, but I guess technically he was already. His breathing is uneven, his nostrils are flared, and his back has fallen back against the wall. Fatality

“Well this has been eventful, what are we having for dinner Joey?” I stand up to adjust my clothes, I watch him slowly collect himself.

“After all that? Whatever you want babe, holy shit. Where did you learn that?” Joseph fixed himself, and picked up my jacked, helping me into it.

“I’ve been a freak Joey, I just like to keep my tricks in a bag.” I giggled, he grabbed my hand, and led me out of the backstage room. There was a janitorial crew cleaning up through the auditorium, we weren’t too worried when they saw us. There were four older people sweating through the aisles and such. They just nodded to us as we existed.

“You’re doing that again tonight by the way.” Joseph jokes, his shades down over his eyes, and squeezed my hip lightly.

“Does this mean I get an A on my next quiz?” I asked innocently, Joesph just looked at me, and exhaled. If he think I’m not getting that A he’s sadly mistaken…

#joesph quinn one shot #professor!joequinn #joseph quinn #Joesph quinn fanfiction

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Go check out my master list pinned to my page for these parings if you haven’t read already 🙃

#eddie munson #stranger things #black!oc #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson fandom #polls #plus size!reader

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Paring: Eddie x Black!oc(s) bffs

Warnings: mentions of polyamory, heavy suggestive flirting.

Word count: 1k

Boys like girls, that like girls too pt1

Breonna and I have been best friends since birth, our families grew up together. We share everything: clothes, hair accessories, secrets, and even sometimes…boys. Upon entering Hawkins High School, we’ve had our eye on Eddie Munson for quite a while, but I’ve always been too shy to make a move. We promised to never talk to a guy we’re interested in unless we’re doing it together. So Breonna thought it would be a good idea for us to join Hellfire, it was her way of “encouraging” me to talk to Eddie.

“Come on Dania, this is our chance, we should have been joined. You don’t wanna graduate, and never know what his dick at least looks like.” She whispered to me, we stood on our side of the hallway adjacent to Eddie, and his crew. Breonna was right, I bit my lip, and moved to approach the group of boys. We link our arms together as we cut through the ever flowing sea of students.

“Look who it is, the bestest friends in all of Hawkins. How can I help you ladies?” A shit eating grin on Eddie’s pretty face, Breonna always spoke up for us when I’m too shy. She licked her lips seductively, one hand on her hip, and her eyes nearly undressing him.

“Still got open seats for Hellfire? You know we’ve had our eye on it for a while.” She purrs, the other boys surrounding Eddie just watched with their mouths hung open. Most, if not all, the girls in school were scared to approach him. They all thought he would put some demonic spell on them, so typically they stayed away. However, we found Eddie’s peacocking to be quite attractive, the way he walks around school wearing his freak flag proudly like armor. I found confidence admirable.

“Is that the only thing you’ve had your eyes on, sweetheart?” His eyes moving over to me, Breonna’s hand moves to my lower back, and pushes me forward as if she’s offering me as a sacrifice.

“And what about you princess, have I– Hellfire caught your attention as well?” His voice softer than when he talked to Breonna, I tug on my bottom lip tasting my grape flavored lip gloss. His finger reached out to caress the curve of my cheek, from the corner of my eye Breonna is smirking devilishly as she watches Eddie nearly foam at the mouth.

“You, and the DnD club always stood out to me Eddie. I guess I’ve been too scared to ask.” My lips roll inward, those beautiful brown eyes of his linger on my full plump lips. For a moment he looks to Breonna whose arm is around my shoulder, and her hand accidentally swipes my chest. Then her hand came back down around my waist pulling me into her, I was a bit shorter than Breonna, so her head could rest on mine.

“How about this, the two of you sit in on one of our games tonight, and see how you like it. See if you wanna stay.” Eddie turned back to Breonna, his demeanor playful, and flirtatious again.

“We’d love to watch, we’ll be there.” She said speaking for the both of us, the bell rang loudly throughout the halls signifying the start of another class period. We say our goodbyes, and head to our next class. I turn over my shoulder to see Eddie still watching us, a grin stretched across his lips.

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Later that night, Breonna and I walked over to the Drama building. Right before she opened the doors I stopped her.

“What’s wrong babe?” She asked, placing both her hands on my shoulders.

“I don’t know.” I mumbled, my brain is a jumbled mess, I wanted to, but at the same time I guess I was nervous. Eddie isn’t like any other boy in Hawkins period, what if he doesn’t like me because I’m too soft and girly?

“Hey, it’s okay. If you’re feeling uncomfortable we can simply just sit there and enjoy ourselves. Even if you change your mind, and you want to gobble his dick, I'm with you the whole time.” I giggled at the last part, I did indeed want to suck his dick. I often daydreamed what it looks like; I wonder how thick, or long it might be. Rather he’s circumcised or not.

“Dani, are we gonna stand out here all night, or what?”

I nodded my head in response, she pulled the door open holding it for me.

“Ladies! Right on time, we were just about to start, and look, I have a seat for both of you.” Eddie gestures, he dramatically greets us, it’s one of the things I loved about him. He loved putting on a show.

“Sorry we’re late, we had detention for Ms. Evans.” I said rolling my eyes, we wouldn’t have had detention if Breonna would have kept her mouth closed.

“No matter, you’re here now. I’m not sure if you met everyone but these are your Hellfire team mates. We stick together, and protect our own around here. You know…evil outside forces and all that.” Eddie introduced us to the boys, Mike Wheeler seems the least interested, but I’ve come to learn that’s his normal face.

We take a seat on either side of him, Bronna to his left, and I’m to his right. I actually ended up losing myself in the game, becoming captivated by Eddie’s acting skills, and storytelling. For a second during the boys discussion time, Eddie turned to me, smirking. His one hand on Breonna’s knee, the other hand flexed a bit, maybe he was thinking about touching me?

“What do you think? Are they gonna make it?” His voice hushed so that only I could hear, those eyes of his studied my face, and clothes. I’ve never looked at Eddie this closely before, he really is handsome, with his brown eyes, and soft, almost nonexistent dimples. His lips are plump, and light red.

“Oh well, I’m not really sure, I can’t say I’ve been paying much attention…sorry.” I lied, I perfectly understood what was going on, I just didn’t trust myself to be able to think clearly enough to explain it when he’s this close to me.

“Then what have you been thinking about this whole time Hm?” Eddie teased, I was going to answer, but then the boys burst out into an argument. The three of them were shouting over each other, it looked serious, but he quickly handled them.

“Hey! If you can’t settle your petty disagreements, I’m more than willing to do it for you, is that what you want?” He asked, giving them a warning glare, they shook their heads “no” the young boys stared at Eddie wide eyed.

“Then Shut it!” He shouted, a stressed tone to his voice, I feel like he does that often, yell at them. Eddie inhaled sharply then turned back to me, I looked past him to see Breonna giving me an encouraging smile.

“Maybe…after tonight’s game is done you can give us a one on one. I mean, I know you have the whole game play memorized right? Oh, um…unless you’ve got something to do later.” I stumbled my way through the whole thing, his eyes softened significantly. His other hand caressed my cheek again, I looked over to the huddled group of boys to see if they were seeing this, but they weren’t even paying attention.

“Don’t look at them, look at me.” Eddie commanded, his fingers grabbing me by the chin, and turning my head back to him. My heart felt like it was doing back flips, his tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip. The skin on my arms prickled all the way up to my nipples, that same sensation traveled down between my thighs. I crossed my legs trying to alevite myself, not only did it not work, but it drew Eddie’s attention there for a moment.

“You okay Dani?” He did nothing to hide the knowing grin spreading across his lips, no I wasn’t okay, and he knew that.

Suddenly a timer went off, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Eddie swiftly turned back to the boys, his fingers pressed together, and his head tilted downward.

“Go on.” Eddie gestured to the board in front of them, the boys made their play, and by the end Eddie was laughing evilly.

“Oh children, have you not learned? You cannot defeat me with your measly attacks!” He slammed a little board piece down that was shaped like some kind of monster. He stood dramatically as they breathed heavily in defeat, it seemed like it went this way often.

“Oh come on I call bullshit!” Dustin cried out, he flipped through the Dungeons and Dragons book furiously, but came up empty.

“That is why…I am Thee Dungeon Master boys.” Eddie fell back into his seat, they were so disappointed I felt bad for them, but they’ll be right back at it again next week I assume. They collect their things, stuff it into their book bags, and throw it over their shoulders.

“See you tomorrow children.” Eddie waved them goodbye, he watched them ride off on their bikes for as long as he could. He turned to Breonna and I, a smug look on his face.

“This is where the real fun starts.” From out of his pocket he pulled two pre rolled blunts, and a lighter.

Bronna got up from her seat, she pushed my hair over my shoulder, grabbed me by the hand and she turned to Eddie, “Now this is a party.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson x original character #black!oc

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Show you off Pt. 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Sinclair!sister

Word count: 2k

a/n: ask and you shall receive @e0509 you gave me the extra boost to finish this, and as this is a series for Eddie and my oc Devina, there will be a pt.3 in the future. 🫶🏽

Eddie, and I got to the venue early before doors opened to the public; his team, and production showed up an hour before that.

“Madison Square Garden, not bad for a kid from a small town.” I beamed up at him, Eddie bumps his hip into mine, wraps an arm round my neck, and pulls me close. As we both stand there looking at the imaginary crowd, an overwhelming sensation washes over me; Eddie has pulled through a lot, we both did. Surviving Hawkins, Indiana is no easy feat, but somehow we did.

“Kids like us, we aren’t supposed to make it this far. I’m so proud of you.” Tears from at the bottom of my eyes, they threaten to fall, but the second they do he caught them with his thumb.

“I’m so proud of us, your art gallery is opening soon, and I just know you’re gonna do great Angel.” He kissed me on my forehead, his lips felt warm, and soft. The feeling of butterflies rushed up from the pit of my stomach at the mention of my new gallery. I spent every last dime I had from working, and college tuition on it. Of course Eddie funded everything else I couldn’t pay for, even when I told him no, he refused to listen to me.

“Thank you baby, I love you.” My voice cracked at the end, the memories of the past flashing by in my mind, and I couldn’t have imagined any of them without Eddie in the picture.

“Hey guys, sorry to ruin your moment, but we gotta get a move on with sound check.” Alison, the production manager, called to us from down below the stage on the floor where the pit section would be.

Eddie pulled me in close for one last kiss, at least the last one for now, but he savored the flavor of me making sure to take all my gloss with him.

“Alright, calm down, I’ll see you in a few.” I had to pry him off me, if it were up to him, he’d kiss me till my lips fell off. Eddie’s love, and affection knew no bounds. Even if we’re in public together, he finds a way to intimately touch me; I used to be shy about the pda at first, but then along the way it somehow boosted my confidence.

I kindly ask one of the security guards to escort me back to Eddie’s dressing room, “Thanks.” The large burraly man nodded his head in response, and left me alone.

The room was a simple enough design, nicely furnished with a red sofa, an end table next to it. A coffee stable sat in the center with a stack of magazines, and a large charcuterie board. A bottle of champagne sat in a bucket with ice, I so badly wanted a glass, but I decided against it since I was talked into singing tonight.

At the front of the room is the makeup chair, with mirrors with lights bordering each one. I smiled at myself in the mirror, Eddie wanted me to get all dressed up. I think he went a bit overboard with his style of outfit, making sure to put me in something that is damn near naked, while also highlighting my breast.

After I did a few warm up exercises, I decided that I should probably take a nap, it would be a few hours before Eddie brings me out. I settled down on the sofa, tucking my legs underneath me. Soon I’m drifting off to sleep.

A few hours later

Eddie is doused in sweat, the microphone dangling around his neck, and his guitar sitting carefully nestled in its stand a few feet away from him. Off stage he could see Devina shifting her weight from one hip to the other, a nervous habit he noticed she has. He threw her a wink, and a dazzling smile. This seems to put her at ease a little, her body visibly relaxing.

“Alright quiet down my little hellraisers, quiet down.” He commanded the crowd, at the sound of his voice the stadium calmed down to a low simmer. Devina is always amazed by how well Eddie could control his crowds, they hang on his every word. He’s always been naturally charismatic, that was the first thing to grab her attention when they first met in High School.

“I’ve got someone really special for you all.” Excitement shone brightly in his brown eyes, it’s the only thing he could think about all night. Finally he gets to show his baby off on the grandest stage of them all.

The crowd began to buzz a little, whispering amongst each other, this is an unexpected turn of events. Usually Eddie sticks to the script, when it came to performances, going off page was unlike him.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the beautiful, talented, and future wife, Devina Sinclair!” He shouted, his arm outstretched towards the curtains where she appeared from. On cue a bright spotlight shines onto her, the stadium roars to life at the site of Eddie Munson’s infamous girlfriend. Though there were a few of his “fans” that treated her like shit, the majority of the fanbase absolutely adored Devina.

Eddie met her halfway on stage, grabbed her by the hand, and brought her right over to the microphone. At the moment the stage lights were down giving her view of all the people in the pit. It warmed her heart to see them blowing her kisses, making hearts with their hands, and shouting compliments at her.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, my beautiful baby here is going to sing a cover for you, and yall are gonna be the kind hearted supportive people I know you can be. Sounds good?” The stadium erupted again in response, Eddie grinned, and nodded his head satisfied by their enthusiasm.

“What about you honey, all good?” He covers the mic with his hand, he leaned forward a bit so he could hear her better.

“Yea, but can we turn the stage lights up please.” No seeing the crowd would help a lot, a seed of self doubt grew inside her. Before she could start to spiral about rather or not this would go awful, Eddie grabbed her by the hands.

“Hey, you got this, and even if you still get nervous, just close your eyes and pretend like it’s you and me.” Bending a bit lower to her, they touched foreheads, and the crowd went insane.

“They like me, they really like me.” Devina giggled to Eddie, squeezing her hands he pulled back and turned to the one of the production people off stage.

“Hey is there a chance we can get these lights back up?” He flashed the young woman a sweet smile, her cheeks turned a deep red as she talked into her head set.

“They’re ready when she is.” She confirmed, Eddie bowed to her in thanks, turning back to Devina, his heart pounding. She looked stunning, though she could be completely dressed down in sweatpants and a t-shirt and still look beautiful.

“I’ll be right here if you need me.” Eddie kissed her on the temple, pats her on the head, and steps back by his drummer.

“Hi everyone, um, sorry if I’m awkward Eddie is the true natural born star.” Devina chuckled dryly, one girl in the very front shouted out at her. “YOU GOT THIS QUEEN!” And then another voice, “WE LOVE YOU!”

“Oh wow, thanks guys. Uh, well the song I’ll be singing is a classic. Hope you all know Creep by Radiohead.” The crowd buzzed with excitement as the music started up, she requested that Eddie have the production team play her mixed version of the song instead of the original.

“When you were here before, Couldn't look you in the eye.” Her voice was hauntingly soft, it really added to the dark overtone of the song, Eddie was shocked. He knew his girl could sing, but this is clearly something she’s worked in before. He wondered why she never shared this with him before, maybe it’s something she’s mentioned, and maybe he forgot?

The crowd is in awe of Devina, the voices of the people become the background singers as they quietly sing along with her. The girl in the front row from earlier, seemingly in tears now, found it heart-swelling to see another Black girl being treasured like this. She took her phone out to record, though Devina had all her comments blocked on social media, the young woman wanted to share this moment with her anyway. Her hope was that Devina could see herself the way they all saw her.

Devina hadn’t noticed her eyes were wet until she was done singing, Eddie is immediately by her side again pulling her into a tight hug. The stadium came back to life, the sound of thousands of people cheering is deafening. Overwhelmed by their positive energy, she stepped back from the microphone stand, and took a moment to breathe.

“That was a stellar performance if I do say so myself baby.” He spoke in a hushed voice only they could hear, his eyes sparkled, and his lips stretched into a dazzling smile. He’s never been so proud of someone before.

“I was inspired by your confidence, Eddie freakin Munson.” Devina beamed up at him, her words were true, she thought about how carefree he looked on stage, and tried to follow his lead.

“Aw of course you look up to daddy.” He said smugly, his hand reaching for her round booty, but before he could get any further than her lower back, she grabbed onto his hand.

“Thousands watching, remember?”

“Actually I’m glad you mentioned that.” Eddie’s face suddenly got serious, turning back to the crowd he brought his fingers to his lips.

“Children, daddy is speaking now.” As if his words were made of magic, the crowd settled down, and they all looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Now, I know there are hundreds of people here already, but I hope some of you out there are recording so that the whole world can hear me.” He took a breath to gather his thoughts, Devina, and the way people treated her is not something he took lightly.

“I've been seeing all the nasty little comments some of you have been making about Devina. Let me tell you little shits something, this woman, this gorgeous woman, and my future wife. She’s not going anywhere, so if you think you can bully her online…harass her in public, well you and me got a problem. I don’t care if you stop buying tickets to my shows, I don’t care if you stop listening to my music. The sole reason I’m here in this stage today for you little pricks online to obsess over is because of her. There’s no Eddie Munson without Devina Sinclair.”

The crowd erupted when he turned to Devina and pulled her in for a big kiss, he didn’t hood back either. One hand held her against him, and the other grabbed a handful of her ass. Gently he pulled away, there was breathing heavy, and hearts hammering. Devina wrapped her arms around Eddie’s neck, she got up on her tiptoes to plant another sweet kiss on his lips.

“I love you.” She whispered, Eddie’s eyes brimming with tears, he never feels happier than when he’s with Devina. He pecks her in the forehead one last time, and addresses the crowd.

“Okay, I’m done ranting, ha, I’m starting to feel like my old man. Yall ready for one more song, or are you tired?” The crowd cheered in response, he squinted his eyes looking out into the sea of people.

“Is anybody alive out there? I said…is anybody alive out there!” He shouted, the lights went up to show the crowd, the people in the pit were the loudest ever.

“One last time give it up for my lovely Devina Sinclair!” She bowed in response to the claps and cheers, and ran off stage, back to the dressing room. She kicked off her shoes, and collapsed onto the couch. She didn’t even bother trying to fight the tiredness, Devina’s eyes slid shut, and immediately fell asleep.

Much later that night.

The feeling of something wet swiping across my face woke me, I opened my eyes to see Eddie’s face above me. A wet makeup wipe in hand, and a tiny smile on his lips.

“I figured you were too exhausted to remove the makeup so I did it for you, but I’m not sure I got everything.” He continued to swipe at my eyebrows making sure he got everything. My head is in his lap in the back seat of his car, Marcus, Eddie’s driver, is nice enough to drive slowly.

“I slept that long? Oh god you didn’t have to carry me did you?” An impending embarrassment rushing in as the thought of my poor Eddie struggling to lift me, or worse than that, him not being able to lift me at all.

“Relax babe, you were awake enough to walk on your own, but still too sleepy to be aware of it happening. When we made it to the car you passed out again.” He chuckled, I sat upright, and switched to leaning against his shoulder. Automatically, Eddie brought his arm around me, pulling me in close, and peppering kisses over my face until I giggled. My hand rested on his chest, my fingers drew circles over his bare skin, the top four buttons were left undone.

The rest of our night was quiet, we both ran a bath, and did our nightly routine together. We snuggled into bed, and passed out. I’m sure Eddie is going to want my pov of last night in the morning.

#eddie munson fandom #eddie munson x curvy!black!reader #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #modern!eddie munson

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Hi:)))) how ya doin

I’m ok

Also wonderin if you’re considering doing more of the show you off series love it

Funny you should ask, pt. 2 currently in progress. Lol it’s been a wip for a while, writing modern Eddie is my favorite because I get to cook up something real nice away from the cannon you know? Also I find comfort in imagining he actually made it lol.

#answered #coming soon #eddie munson #stranger things

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Eddie and these goddamn pet names 😭😭😭

𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: eddie teaches you how to roll a blunt… among other things.

warnings: 18+ for the love of god minors do not interact! fem reader, drug use, inexperienced reader, oral sex (m receiving), dacryphilia, pet names, kinda cock worshipy lol i can’t get perv!eddie out of my head, i’m going insane in the membrane. so, have this. love u kiss kiss

wc: 2.3k

“So, you split it first. You can use a knife if you’re careful, but let’s be honest, not everyone carries knives around. So let’s use our nails.” Eddie demonstrates the act for you, gently prodding his thumb nails into the soft surface of the cigarillo. When it splits, he follows the invisible line all the way to the bottom, methodically breaking the top layer of the blunt in half. His tongue pokes out in concentration.

“‘N there you have it. You try,” he turns to give you an encouraging smile. At first, your hands shake a little and you’re unsure of how much pressure to use, but eventually, you split your own cigarillo open. It’s not as clean of a line as Eddie’s, but it works. He whoops and claps once or twice to celebrate your work. “Fuck yeah. You’ve got it. Okay, now let’s empty this shit out.”

This shit refers to the tobacco pieces filling the cigarillo to the brim. You both dump it out into the trash can Eddie has set up by the table, and once you’ve got an empty wrap to work with, he opens up his Ziplock bag of weed. You reach in for a nug and get to work picking it to small bits. This much you can do with ease, having watched Eddie complete the same task dozens of times over. You hum as you go, casting spare glances at Eddie periodically; he works much faster than you.

A few minutes pass in comfortable silence until Eddie leans over, peeking at the progress you’ve made. He hums in delight. “Nice. Looks like enough. So, now the hardest part.”

You gnaw at the inside of your cheek, brows pulled together as you watch Eddie demonstrate what you need to do next. He narrates as best as he can, but since he’s using his mouth for the job, it’s not exactly consistent. His tongue slides over one edge of the split cigarillo, wetting it just enough for it to stick to the other side when folded over. He makes sure the closure is tight enough without narrowing the mouth piece too much. When he’s done, Eddie reaches into his pocket for his lighter and flicks it to life, burning over the seam he’d closed with his saliva. It’s a process that only takes a minute or so for him, but you huff helplessly, knowing the task will be much harder for you.

“Think you can do it?” He raises a brow at you, wiggling his finished product in between his index finger and thumb. You sigh and say, “Sure, let me try.”

You struggle for a good five minutes. It’s hard to know how much spit to use to seal the blunt, and you end up getting it much more…wet than it should be. Each end of the wrap slips and slides against the other, but eventually, you manage to close it sufficiently. You use the lighter to dry out all the spit and seal the blunt, and when you finally hold up the finished product, Eddie takes it to examine. Brown eyes narrow down at your creation, his fingers turning it this way and that, but when he finds that it’s definitely smokable, he looks up at you with a satisfied grin. “Fuckin’ great. Good job, sweetheart.”

His praise makes your stomach flutter. Your arms break out into goosebumps, but you pretend it’s just a cold draft coming in from the open window.

“Let’s smoke yours first, hm?” Eddie hands your blunt back to you, eyes glimmering.

“Sure,” you agree. You spark the blunt and inhale a deep breath, the red-orange smolder at the end of the blunt burning bright. It tastes flowery and sweet. Eddie must’ve gotten ahold of a unique strand for once, something better than the usual shake. It certainly had felt sticky when you’d picked it apart.

“Thanks, princess,” Eddie says as you hand him the blunt, and he brings it to his lips with that stupid, gorgeous smile lingering. He takes a couple puffs and closes his eyes, blissed out. “You did an amazing job. Baby’s first blunt.”

You blush hard at the compliment. He’s so damn good at making you blush, god, it’s unfair. You’d come over here to learn how to roll a blunt because you genuinely wanted the skill, but here you are, aching for him to compliment you some more. Maybe he’ll comment on the cute tennis skirt you’re wearing? It’s pink and plaid with white lines, which match the knee-high socks you’re wearing. You fiddle with the fabric of your skirt while you think, and you don’t catch the hungry look that follows your gaze - Eddie’s eyes, getting more bloodshot by the minute.

The blunt burns nicely; it lasts a good while. When it’s down to a roach too pathetically tiny to smoke, Eddie puts it out and flicks it into the ashtray on the table. He stretches his limbs and cracks a few knuckles. “Think I need a break before the next one. Want some water?”

“Yes, please.” You’ve got a bad case of cotton mouth. “Thanks, Eds.”

He nods and stands up, disappearing around the corner to get a few glasses and fill them with ice water. You feel awkward and unhelpful just sitting there, so you get up and scurry to meet him in the kitchen, where you find him chugging his first glass of water. He fills it again and turns around with both glasses in his hands, evidently not expecting to see you right behind him, because his eyes go wide and he drops both cups. Glass shatters at your feet and you go rigid with nerves. “Oh my god, Eddie, I’m so sorry.” You immediately feel tears prick at your eyes.

“It’s fine. Shit, you scared me - it’s fine, I got it, sweetheart.”

But you’re already crouching down to the floor, picking up shards of glass with your bare hands. It’s stupid, you’re not supposed to do this, but you feel so bad that you scared him and now you’ve gone and ruined two perfectly good cups and—

“Hey, stop. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Eddie leans down a bit, just enough to reach out an open hand. “Give me that. I’ll clean it up, just…”

He trails off when you look up at him from the ground, your eyes wide and glassy. The angle gives him a view too good to be true, your tits almost completely visible from above like this, in your tiny shirt. The look you’re giving him is apologetic and desperate, but he’s thinking with his dick now and you look so fucking delicious like this, he can feel himself getting hard.

You hand over the fractions of glass you’ve managed to collect, but, bad as he feels about it, your hard work means next to nothing. He throws the handful of glass back on the floor and you give him a startled look before he reaches down to wrench you up from under your arms. “C’mon,” he says gruffly, hauling you off to his room with him. You’re confused, utterly oblivious to the way he’d been looking at you while you tried to clean up your mess, and you genuinely worry that he’s upset with you before he slams his bedroom door shut and works on shoving his jeans down his thighs.

“Eddie, what…?” Your mouth is still fairly dry. You lick at your lips and try to tear your gaze away from him, the hard imprint of his cock in his boxers. He kicks his jeans away.

“Shouldn’t come here looking so—fuck, so sexy. Shameless.” Eddie laughs humorlessly, runs a hand through his tousled curls. “Can you suck me off? You can say no.”

You’re standing a foot or so in front of him, back towards his bed. Heartbeat a jackhammer in your chest, you nod slowly, sinking down to your knees. Your calves spread in two different directions.

“Okay,” you murmur, and you can feel the unmistakable prickle of arousal coating slick at your entrance. “But I’ve never—I might not be good at it, I’m sorry.”

That earns another clap of laughter from Eddie. “You’re fucking with me, right?”

When you shake your head, he reaches down to caress your cheek, thumb brushing over the swell of your lower lip. “A mouth this pretty and you’ve never sucked anyone off? Merry Christmas to me.”

You smile at his obvious excitement, but truthfully, you’re intimidated. You’ve seen dicks before, you’ve gotten close to them before, but you’ve never done this. Trying to hide the trembling of your hands, you pull at the waistband of Eddie’s boxers, working them down to his ankles until he goes ahead and steps out of them. His hands gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail, gripping tightly enough that you don’t worry it’ll come undone.

Giving him another doe-eyed look from under your lashes, you reach for his cock and wrap your hand around the base. It’s so… Pretty. He’s big, that much you can tell, and the head of his cock is blushed a deep, gorgeous pink - so pink it’s almost purple. It even looks like it hurts. You feel a swell of pride pulse in your chest when you realize that you’re going to help ease that discomfort for him.

“You’re really makin’ me wait for it, huh,” Eddie rasps from above you. You take his words as encouragement to lick a stripe up his shaft. He sighs deep. “There you go.”

You loll your tongue out, covering his cock with slow kitten licks, your hands exploring all of this new skin you’ve never touched before. You run your fingertips through the sparse hair at the base of his dick, then bring them to the soft skin of his sac. When you take a moment to caress them, feeling the way they roll in your grip, Eddie draws in a sharp inhale. It encourages you to finally open your mouth and take him.

The salty tang of his precum makes your mouth water. You use the extra saliva to your advantage, working him into your mouth, careful not to snag your teeth on the supple surface of his cock. He hits the back of your throat and the feeling makes your eyes well with tears.

“So good at this already,” Eddie murmurs, “Fuck, baby. Sure this is the first time you’ve sucked cock?”

When you hum around his dick, nodding just once, he exhales a little chuckle. And then he’s pulling you from his pelvis by your hair, until only the mushroom tip of his cock remains in your mouth - just to shove your head back down again. Your nose brushes the hair on his pelvis, you sputter around his dick and blink away a few tears. But it’s… Fun. It’s good. You like this.

It’s hard to deepthroat him the way he wants you to, but it’s harder to think about disappointing him, so you force as much of his cock down your throat as you can. Saliva leaks from the corners of your mouth, coats his dick in a slippery-wet sheen that glistens up at him whenever you pull back and release most of him from your mouth. You work yourself up to a pace that feels quick enough to keep him satisfied, and each time the ruddy tip of his cock prods at the back of your throat, you gag anew. The sound makes him grunt in pleasure, hand flexing and tugging at your hair.

“You’re a fucking angel,” he gasps out, tugging you up and down on his dick, because at this point he’s close and impatient to get to his climax. “So good for me, taking me so well, you’re—fuck, hnnngh.”

Your jewelry chimes in tune with the bobbing of your head. Hands circling Eddie’s thighs and toying at his balls, you’re driving him absolutely insane, but all you want is to make him go crazier. The sounds he’s making go right to your cunt; you’ll be surprised if there isn’t a stain on the carpet when you’re finally done.

Tears stream down your face and Eddie can see that your mascara is smeared all over your cheeks and under eyes. He doesn’t really feel bad, though. You look beautiful like this, lids heavy with tears, eyes bloodshot from the weed and all your incessant crying. He wants to take a picture of you like this: on your knees, skirt splayed out around you, hair locked in his fist, teary-eyed while you choke on his cock like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted to do in your life. If your mouth feels this good, he thinks he’d hardly survive your cunt.

It’s the thought of your pussy fluttering around him that sends him over the edge. He hardly has time to warn you, stuttering out I’m gonna cum, fuck, shit, before he shoves his hips forward and busts in your mouth. You cough on his cum, but like a good girl, you swallow it down and keep licking at him until he starts to twitch and shiver away from your touch. He’s still catching his breath when you sit back on your heels and lick your mouth clean.

“Was I good?” you ask, eyes searching his face. “Did you like it?”

“Uh, yes. Fuck. Obviously, yes, that was incredible.” Eddie drags a hand over his face and then busies himself with putting his boxers back on. “Let’s smoke that other blunt, yeah? Then I can take care of you.”

He holds his hand out for you to grab, and helps you rise from your place on the carpet. You sink into his grasp and loose a squeal when he reaches his free hand to smack at your ass.

“C’mon, babe,” he says. The two of you make your way back to the living room, where the blunt he’d rolled himself is waiting for you. You still taste his cum in your mouth when you puff on the blunt, your panties stuck to your cunt with want.

You just hope this next blunt smokes faster.

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I just wanted to point out this was inspired by a clip I seen of Ross Lynch and his (Black) gf on stage singing with him. They’re so damn cute I love them.

Show you off Pt. 1

pairing: modern!Eddie x Sinclair sister

warning: breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering(fem) receiving, masturbation, light angst, mentions of racist comments. A very horny Eddie Munson because that’s how much he loves his girl. Minors DNI

word count: 2k

a/n: HIIIIII MUTHA FUCKAS DID YOU MISS MEEE? (Lizzo voice)

Sometimes Eddie wonders how she got so lucky to be with someone like Devina Sinclair. Hawkins High School was anything but wonderful, especially for people like them. A Black girl, with a love for books and a nerdy chaotic metalhead. Eddie had no interest in books, unless it was fantasy, but more specifically The Hobbit. Devina had no interest in metal, maybe soft rock, or R&B; unlike most couples that had nothing in common, they were able to meet each other in the middle.

Eddie had taught Devina how to play guitar all summer long back in high school, the boys were getting jealous that he was spending more of his time with her, than with his actual band. “Well if you two had girlfriends, maybe you wouldn't have to wait for me all the time.” He would tease them, but he was right, the way Gareth and Jeff explained it, Eddie practically saved them from the vultures like some God in fifth grade. They had been stuck to his side ever since, eventually they went their separate ways after high school.

No matter how much she tried to coax him, Eddie still took no interest in books, but he loved it when she read to him. They’d lay in bed together, their bodies tangled, the curtains drawn, and her soft feminine voice lulled him to sleep like a baby every time. It was on a day like this when Eddie learned his baby could sing, and boy could she sing her ass off. Once she thought he was sleeping, her voice would shift into a hushed humming of whatever song popped into her head.

“When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye. You’re just like an angel, your skin makes me cry.” She sang quietly, while stroking Eddie’s hair, his eyes popped open, but he didnt move. Radiohead is one of his favorite bands, but he’s sure he hasn’t mentioned that before.

“Okay, two questions: 1. Who the hell taught you that song, and 2. When did you start singing? I need to know this information.” Eddie sat up from his spot between her thick thighs, suddenly he had the energy of a golden retriever.

“No one taught me that song, I’ve been a fan for a while, and I’ve alway been a singer…just in my own time. I thought you knew this?” Devina giggled when Eddie's eyes widened as large as plate saucers, his lips pulled back into a wide bright smile, and his brown eyes watched her with a mischievous look in them.

“No Eddie.” Devina began to pull away from him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into him closely so that she couldn't get away.

“Please Please Please come on stage tonight Vina. I want to show the world how amazing you are, you deserve it.” His voice lowered into a whisper, and his bottom lids brimmed with tears. He does this to her every time he has to ask her to do something she’ll most likely say no to. She doesn't cave in right away, after a while though she ends up saying yes.

He loves showing off his girl, any chance he gets Eddie brings her up in all of his interviews, or just regular conversation. When he does live shows she'd be standing directly in the front supporting him, and at the end of the shows Eddie would always shout her out. If he was more tech savvy he would probably post you all the time, but just watching you scroll through Instagram made him feel overwhelmed.

“Eddie dont give me that look, I’m sure your fans care nothing about me, they didn't pay to see me. They paid for Eddie Munson.” Devina groaned, some of his fans already gave her an ear full over social media. At one point it had gotten so bad that she had to just turn her comments off on all platforms. When you live in a bubble like Devina, one isn't quite aware of how shitty the world is until something happens directly to you.

“Babe, you know I don’t care what those people say, I love you.” Eddie proclaimed, he claimed on top of her, and held her arms above her head. His face leaned in closer to her, their lips grazing each other, she could smell the sweet scent of raspberries from the cheesecake they scarfed down a little over an hour ago.

“Yeah, but I care, Eddie, the things they say…they’re saying them to me, not you.” Devina argued, she knew he was hurt by some of the fans behavior, the way he saw it, Devina is an extension of him. However, there’s only so much of the insults that he could directly relate to, like the racist comments for example. She could recall a few times people have commented under her post with Eddie, calling her different variations of a “Fat monkey”, but she’s never told him about those.

“Baby girl…I know what it’s like to be bullied, the only reason why I wasn't thrown in trash cans in high school is because I hit a growth spurt by the time I reached 10th grade. That, and people thought I was using DnD to cast spells and summon the Devil. That’s not the point though.” Eddie took a breath, the warm air fanning out over Devina’s face, she remained quiet, he got deep in thought during conversations like this.

“For a while I’ve been letting you deal with these issues on your own, I guess I just didn't want to make you feel like I was babying you. But that’s about to change right now, you’re my girl, my love, my life. I guess what I’m saying is, I got your back Devina Sinclair. There is no way you’re going to be sitting back in my shadow when you’ve got your own sunshine. So please, please, pretty please, sing for me tonight.” Eddie begged, his hands slid down her arms to cup her round face, Devina brought her legs up to wrap around his waist.

“Only if you promise to be on stage with me?” she tried to bargain, though Eddie didn’t need much convincing from her, whatever Devina asked for the answer is always yes. Her hands slid underneath his undershirt, she lightly drug her nails down his stomach. He’s been in the gym a lot more than usual over the past few months, Devina is starting to notice how much more his muscles have become more defined. She’s not mad at it at all, she loved her DnD king either way.

“Sweetheart you could ask me to jump off a bridge and I do it, yes, I’ll be on stage with you.” Eddie moaned lightly as Devina's hands reached into his boxers, her hand wrapped around his thick shaft. Slowly she stroked him, Eddie trailed kisses from her lips, down her neck, and down between her breasts. He placed one hand next to her head to hold him up, and the other hand reached between her panties. Two of Eddie's fingers gently slipped into the warmth of her flower, which was already slick with her natural sap.

“Look at you, fucking perfect. And you’re all mine, isn't that right Devina.” Eddie cooed, his fingers slipped out, slipped over her clit, and back in one more time before he pulled himself out of his boxers.

“Fuck Eddie, yes I’m only yours.” She moaned as he slid into her slowly, Eddie fucking Munson, a monster of a dick if she did say so herself. He’s probably the biggest she’s ever had, and the best. Always so careful as to not hurt her, always knowing the right way to please her, he knew her body language like no other. The girth of him stretched her deliciously, he leaned back a little to get the right angle which had Devina’s back arching deeply. One leg at his side, and her other held in the air as Eddie gripped her ankle.

“That’s right baby, keep fucking squeezing me, I love it.” He moaned gruffly, nothing turned him on more than watching how Devina keeps herself healthy for him. Not that she was on a strenuous diet or anything, because he loved how soft, and plushy she is. But he knew that she liked to do a lot of self care, and beauty stuff. The bathroom is filled with fancy feminin hygiene products, and the fridge is packed with lots of fruits, and veggies. She keeps everything waxed, soft, and clean. His Devina is soft from the inside out, perfect, and he wouldn't trade it for the world.

“Devina sweetheart, this pussy is gonna kill me one of these days, you want me to come inside you baby? Say it out loud for me.”

“You know I want your cum baby, please, I love it when you fill me up.” The sound of her soft pleads, caressed Eddie's ears, and sent a shiver down his spine. There’s something so…mischievous about Devina, she has this side of her that is angelic, sweet. Then there are times she will say the nastiest things to him in private only to be heard by him. It drove him wild, the way she interacts with others, versus the way she interacted with him, it’s like she’s two different people.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.” Eddie lowered himself onto her, the weight of him pressing Devina further into the bed, both her legs up over his shoulders, and their breathing escalated as he began to pound into Devina at a steady rhythm.

“Just like that baby, give me all that dick!” Devina shouted into Eddie's ear, he loved to hear her like this, not a single care in the world. Her words encouraged him further as he dug into her plush soft lips as far as he could go. Suddenly the thought of Devina with a large pregnant belly sparked in his mind, a sensation of butterflies rippling through his stomach brought him closer to an intense orgasam.

“Fuck Devina, I wanna give you every-fucking-thing. Can I do that, baby?” Eddie groaned, so close already, he couldn’t handle holding on any more. Her lips sucked gently on the base of her neck, and then trailed kissed up to his earlobe where she nibbled, flicked with her tongue.

“Give it to me baby.” Devina whispered lustfully, at the same time Eddie pulled all the way out to the tip, and thrusted back into her with all his might. His creamy hot load came spilling out into Devina, Their groans, and whines of pleasure mixed together as Eddie continued to pump in her, the gooey feeling becoming somewhat addicting. He had to do this again tonight, and the thought of it would never leave his mind until then.

The both of them laid there like that, arms, and legs tangled around each other. The air of their breathing, mixed with the scent of sex lingered in the room. Even when Eddie went soft again, they continued to lay like that until Devina had fallen asleep, and he really didn't want to wake her. After that they both needed a shower.

“You go first, if I go in with you this time, I won't make it to tonight's show.” Eddie chided, Davina giggled, kissed him on the lips, and rolled out of bed. Before she could get too far away, he turned over, and smacked her on the ass watching the way her cheeks jiggle. He ran his fingers through his curly hair getting turned on all over again, so he did what he always did when he got horny, and Devina wasn't around. He leaned back onto the bed, and wrapped his hand around himself, he closed his eyes imagining Devina on top of him with her round pillowy butt cheeks bouncing on him. He had endless lewd and explicit photos of Devina on his phone, but was too lazy to reach for it. Instead he reached for the pair of discarded cotton panties she just took off. A fresh musk scent left behind, and a tiny wet stain in the center.

“Shit this girl is gonna be the death of me.” Eddie moaned as he continued to stroke himself, though he wished this could last longer, he made quick work of it. After a few more pumps with his hand, Eddie is coming again into his hand, but it wasn't as quite exciting as coming into Devina.

“Alright rock star, showers all yours.” She appeared out of a haze of shower steam like a goddess, Eddie felt his dick jump, clearly it thought that they were going to get some more pussy. As much as he would like to comply, priorities must be at the top of the list. He sighed heavily, but still dragged himself out of bed, and got ready for his night.

#sinclair!reader #stranger things #eddie munson x black!reader #black!oc #eddie munson fandom

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