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starseds · 2 years

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crybaby | eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: very mean & kind-of bully eddie (he gets sweet in the end dw), reader is sensitive and cries, eddie cheats off your paper, a little bit ooc? reader is implied to be shorter than eddie. has not been polished lol. i think there might be some grammar and spelling mistakes,, also this is a little bit rusty cuz i haven't written in ages. pls tell me if there are lollll

so i had a thought, this might be stupid but hear me out— imagine sitting next to eddie in math class, and there was this big quiz that eddie did not study for. because you sat on his right it was much easier for him to look over at your paper, you notice this and try to hide your paper but it doesn't really help much because he's still looking at your paper.

so at lunch, you wanted to go to his table and tell him not to do it again but you were hesitant because eddie and his friends looked intimidating. but you really wanted eddie to not cheat off you so gained the courage to walk over there. your legs were definitely shaking. eddie immediately notices that you're walking over to his table, "well, would you look at that," he says to his friends, pointing over to you. they're now all staring at you.

you arrive and is kind of uncomfortable by the intense staring from his friends, but you decide to ignore them and focus on why you went here in the first place. "eddie?" you say, tapping him on the shoulder. he turns to look at you, "hello, y/n. why are you here?" he sounds surprised because of your visit to the freaks' table.

"i just wanted to tell you t-that i didn't really like it when you looked at my paper while we were having a quiz on math class earlier... please don't do it again." you say, and you're kind of proud of yourself. eddie gave you a confused look before scoffing.

"yea? what're you gonna do about it, hm? gonna tell on me?" he mocked you, standing up from his seat and towering over you. his friends laughing in the background. if you weren't nervous before, you definitely were now. eddie could be so scary sometimes. "i- uhm, i-" you tried to say something, anything really, "what? you what?" he taunted, his face inching closer to you. you couldn't move. you were frozen. he didn't break eye contact with you, your mouth fell open, wanting to say something, he's still waiting for you to say something.

but you couldn't say anything. you felt your chest get heavier and your eyes start to water, oh fuck you were crying. eddie is shocked, he definitely did not mean for that to happen, "woah, woah i was just messing around-" he says, hovering his arms to your sides like you were about to fall or something. you just start full on sobbing in the cafeteria as he tries his best to calm you down "eddie, what the hell?!?!" one of the freshman in the table says, "how was i supposed to know she'd start crying?!" eddie sits you down on his seat on the table, rubbing your back. "hey, i'm sorry, okay? i didn't mean to make you cry." he apologizes, handing you his black handkerchief to wipe your tears with.

#stranger things x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #hellfire club x reader #stranger things #st #st 4 #c: eddie munson #starseds

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vecnaaone · 2 years

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Starter | Muse: Eddie Munson

This was utter insanity, and he could just tell that everything was about to get so much worse. The night had gone to shit. A girl he just met, and the sweetest one he’ll probably ever meet... Well, she’s gone, now! Thanks to some weird curse, or whatever the hell had inflicted her before her bones started snapping. All of it was horrific, and he could do nothing but get away as fast as possible.

Once he was able to find someplace far away, ditching his truck on some dirt road, Eddie stopped himself only when he was at some entrance to a cave. It was not a well-known spot to anyone, as far as he knew, and he slumped down to the ground once he was some ways inside it.

Finally, he was able to let himself give into his emotions, as that panic continued to churn away at his insides, and cover his face with the palms of his hands. “Shit!!...” Eddie wasn’t sure if he wanted to cry, or pass out. This was the worst time of his life, he thought to himself, wallowing in his misery.

| @eighthours001 |

#eighthours001 #rp #starter #c: Eddie Munson

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childrenofthelab · 1 year

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@gareththegreat | starter call

"Ok, ok, but...hear me out..."

It was probably a good thing that the inhabitants of the trailer park were by now more than accustomed to Eddie Munson's idiosyncracies, otherwise someone might have felt some kind of concern at the sight of the to of them lying on top of the trailer in the middle of the night. In context though, it was probably one of the more normal things they were used to seeing him do. Eddie splayed his arms out, some curls smushed across his face.

"What if...what if pigeons had arms..."

#gareththegreat #c: eddie munson #i'm sorry he's an idiot xD #v: maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year

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courtofmuses-archive · 2 years

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@everlightblessing // Eddie and Chrissy

Eddie had officially given Chrissy too much weed. She just kept laughing and it was infectious. He tried not to laugh along with her, tried to remain serious, but it was impossible. Chrissy’s laugh was like a bell and he really liked hearing it. When she’d first come to him, she’d been so sad and he’d been unsure if he really wanted to help her out. Not because of her, per se, but because Jason was a class A douchebag. He didn’t have to know Chrissy was hanging out with him though.

Finally, he cut loose and just laughed along with her. Eddie stubbed out what was left of the joint he’d rolled earlier and stored the roach in an empty Marlboro box. He rested his elbows on the picnic table and cocked his head as he admired the girl before him. God, she was beautiful. It was too bad she was dating Jason. He was almost tempted to ask Chrissy why she was dating that guy but he didn’t want to ruin the buzz.

“Good stuff?” he asked with a grin.

#everlightblessing #c: eddie munson #i: chrissy cunningham #hope this is okay!

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sunstridering · 9 months

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Listening to Eddie Munson playlists on youtube and spotify makes me wish metalheads would gatekeep this character more

#tv: stranger things #c: eddie munson

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 1 year

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💗💗💗💗

"Born to be kings, princes of the universe, fighting and free. Got your world in my hand. I'm here for your love, and I'll make my stand. We were born to be princes of the universe." - Queen | "Princes of the Universe"

Hey Silver, I hope you like the moodboard. I love Eddie Munson. He was by far one of my favorite characters in season 4 of Stranger Things.

Send me a 💗 in my ask, and I’ll make you a moodboard for one of your blog’s celebs or muses or surprise you!

#moodboard #eddie munson #stranger things #netflix #lyrics #queen #princes of the universe #c: eddie munson #ask games

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knivesnchill · 2 years

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@beenwaitingtoolong asked from Send “Maybe?” if your muse has thought of kissing mine (accepting)

Eddie's head clearly knew Chrissy was dating, but the rest of his body couldn't react any other way than with ulterior motives. She was perfect in everything she did, in everything she set out to do and well... Did she notice him?! - Yeah... Maybe - he replied getting up from the place, too agitated to keep still, he needed to release some of the energy he was feeling, next to Chrissy it was always like this: either he was feeling every single thing, or he didn't feel anything, and he could confirm that 'everything’ would always win - It's not a maybe, in fact I would answer for sure yes, I just... I respect you and respect your choices.

#c: eddie munson #w: chrissy - tbd tag

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riality-check · 8 months

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The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.

"You're not going."

"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"

"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."

"Steve-"

"And if you throw up in my car-"

"Oh my God-"

"I'll kill you."

Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.

"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.

He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.

"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.

"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.

"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.

He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.

(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)

"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.

"You baited me into it."

"I did no such thing."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"

Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."

"Sorry dude."

"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."

Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.

"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"

"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."

"All I'm saying-"

"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."

Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.

"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.

"Five more minutes," Anna tries.

"Nope. Clean up and roll out."

"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.

"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"

Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"

"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.

"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."

Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.

Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.

Success by all metrics, really.

Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.

They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.

He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.

The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.

At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:

Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.

-Eddie

Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-

Hang on.

He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-

No way. No way in hell.

It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-

"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.

Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.

Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.

"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."

Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.

"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."

Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.

"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"

Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.

"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."

At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.

Because what the fuck is happening right now?

His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.

Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.

Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.

When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.

"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.

"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.

The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.

And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.

Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.

Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.

Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.

He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.

Sweet Jesus.

"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"

The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.

Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.

Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"

"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"

"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.

"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."

"How do you even-"

"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"

Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.

"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."

"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."

"Well, I have it now."

"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.

"He left me his number on the seat."

"Text him."

"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."

Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."

"Have you looked at him?"

"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."

"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."

"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.

"Text-"

Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"

"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.

"I bought them."

She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."

Steve stares. She stares right back.

He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.

With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:

I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.

He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.

Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?

Part 3!!

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hauntedxwritings · 4 months

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Since Eddie's being a pain in my ass you all are welcome to ask him questions...

#c: eddie munson #Questions time

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katysbishop · 2 years

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I'm so upset rn. He could have had a future and gone to college and raised the kids and fought vecna and given Mike the "you are gay" talk and kissed Steve and im crying again

#stranger things spoilers #tv: stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson #c: eddie munson #otp: steddie #steddie #txt #nav.txt #the duffers are so sick for this

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vecnaaone · 2 years

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OPEN RP | Muse: Eddie Munson | Verse: Vampire AU

A jolt of terror struck him, startling him to sit upright, and the mixture of warm-freezing temperatures hit through his blood-soaked clothes. This was not right. He should not be here, or so he thought. Where had that void of darkness gone? That brief shred of comfort to ease the pain he had been in? Eddie was worried that perhaps he was sent, instead, straight to hell. It was fitting... It really was...

Until his gaze traveled, and he recognized the shapes of this world. Skies stained in crimson, or was it his vision? The Upside Down. He felt that same sort of pain in his body returning, all through him, and he was not sure if his mind was fine with it, or not.

Grimacing, he stood up fully, surprised that his legs even allowed it, and he turned slowly around to get a better view of where he was. He would ignore his own problems for the moment, as his thoughts went towards his friends. “Dustin...?” He called out, hoping to hear that voice, as it would bring him some sense of comfort. And still... This all did not feel real, like he was in a never-ending nightmare.

#stranger things rp #stranger things roleplay #eddie munson rp #Vecna rp #henry creel rp #eleven rp #max mayfield rp #OPEN RP #c: Eddie Munson #v: Vampire AU #tw: blood

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childrenofthelab · 2 years

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@gareththegreat asked: “I’ll be alright, I just need a small break.”

They've known each other for long enough now that Eddie likes to think they're pretty good at reading each other. Enough practice at pulling faces at each other in the middle of gigs, communicating above the din of noise without words. Enough practice when they've both stoned or drunk enough out of their minds that words have been scarce. As such, he can tell something's definitely wrong, more than what Gareth is letting on anyway, and the concern bleeds clearly through into his expression, brow furrowing and lips pursed.

"What's up, man?" he asks quietly, a hand reaching out to rest lightly on the other's shoulder, "Come on, I can tell something's going on."

#answered #gareththegreat #c: eddie munson #v: maybe it's not my weekend but it's gonna be my year

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courtofmuses-archive · 2 years

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@kardiaerasti said: ❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜

Eddie grins at Chrissy, shaking his head. “No way. It’s funny to watch you try and figure out how to use that joint.” He’s teasing her gently, of course. He doesn’t want to offend her but it’s...cute. She seems so innocent though he has an idea she isn’t. They haven’t spent a whole lot of time together but Eddie’s got the sense that Chrissy is much deeper than the cheerleader uniform and popularity. After all, she wouldn’t be here asking for drugs if there wasn’t shit going on.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “I know you don’t know me that well and whatnot but if you got something you want to get off your chest I’ll listen. I’m not gonna run and tell anyone your business.”

#kardiaerasti #c: eddie munson #i: chrissy cunningham

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kiwicider · 2 years

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heaven’s on fire - eddie munson

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie likes to think he corrupted you.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: 18+ ! a bit of a corruption kink, pet names, hair pulling, teasing, kissing, fingering (sorta), one slap, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it folks !!)

a/n: im so down bad for eddie im surprised i didnt put this out earlier

“Y’know Eddie, I’m starting to think you’re a bad influence.”

Long fingers ran down your thigh, playing with the white hem of your skirt, inching it up to reveal more of your skin.

“Now, what would make you think that, sweetheart?” He feigned disbelief, words muffled as he pressed kisses onto your warm neck.

“Well, for one—hey, watch those fingers, Munson,” you scolded him, elbowing his ribs softly. “Making me sneak out for you? It's a bit crazy, don’t you think?”

Eddie laughed against your skin, the sweet sound making a smile pull at the corners of your lips. “I’m so sorry angel, how dare I corrupt you!” His fingers ran up your side, a shriek escaping your lips as they dug into your waist.

“Oh you’re an asshole, Munson!”

“But you’re still in my bed, hm? My star cheerleader,” Eddie teased, pulling you closer into his chest and nipping at the junction between your neck and shoulder. He ran his tongue over the skin when you hissed in pain, soothing it with a kiss.

You brought your hand up to his hair, tugging it softly. “I’m here totally against my will, by the way.”

“Yeah, totally.”

He continued pressing hot, open mouthed kisses onto your neck, his hand pulling your skirt up to the creases of your thighs, exposing the pink cotton panties you wore. The rings on his fingers felt cool against the increasing temperature of your skin, a shudder running through your body as he ghosted his fingertips across your mound.

“Munson, don’t play around,” you breathed out.

“C’mon, feelin’ needy already?” he asked teasingly. “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You pinched his jean clad thigh, eliciting a hiss from his mouth, his large hand coming down to slap your thigh in retaliation.

“I swear to God I’ll leave, Munson,” you began, pushing yourself forward and off of his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey!” he exclaimed. “Patience goes a long way, angel.” He wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, bringing you flush against his chest.

Eddie’s free hand pushed your skirt further up, the hunter green material bunched up around your stomach and leaving you exposed to him. You leaned your head back with a soft groan as he pushed your panties to the side, middle finger moving up and down your slit teasingly slow.

Your head buzzed every time you felt his metal ring nudge against your clit, his Black Sabbath cassette playing softly in the background the only thing that kept you grounded as he added another finger. Bringing your hand down to his, you gripped it tightly as a silent plea for him to apply more pressure.

“Don’t make me stop,” Eddie murmured into your shoulder, brown tendrils of hair falling near your face. “Relax.”

“Please, Ed,” you begged, “give me something.”

“You’re so lucky I’m feeling nice today,” he mumbled, nimble fingers dragging your slick up to your clit, circling it softly.

Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, you felt the muscles in your thighs tighten as he sped up his pace. “Oh shit, like that, Eddie.”

Wanton moans left your lips as he kept circling your bud, his fingers moving faster until you couldn’t do anything except grip his bed sheets. Flashes of heat rushed over your body like waves, the coil in your stomach feeling like it was so close to snapping—until he dragged his fingers away from you.

Your eyes shot open, hands loosening from the sheets. “Eddie—fuck, I was so close!” you cried out.

He scooted up the bed until his back hit the headboard, large hands maneuvering your body until you were facing him. Moving his hands to your ass, Eddie squeezed it roughly, cold rings digging into your hot flesh.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you sweetheart?” His voice was taunting, head tilted to the side as his eyes glinted beneath the dim bedroom lights. “C’mon, I wanna see you cum on my cock.”

You paused, lips parted in disbelief for a moment before you placed your hands onto his shoulders, lifting your body up to rest your knees on either side of his thighs. The buckle of his belt clinked as he undid it, fingers moving skillfully to loosen it and unbutton his pants. Hearing his zipper lower was like music to your ears, eyes watching hungrily as he shoved his jeans down until you could see his briefs.

He got them halfway down his thighs before your fingers pulled at the waistband of his briefs impatiently, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as his cock sprang free.

“C’mon,” he murmured, bringing his hand onto your hip and squeezing it, “be good to me.”

Giving him a few quick pumps, you scooched closer and raised your hips to lower yourself onto him, the stretching sensation drawing a loud moan from your lips. He watched the way your face twisted with pleasure as you took him all in, keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself.

Bringing a hand up to your scalp, his fingers curled around your strands of hair as he pulled them. The action caused your mouth to open with a moan, and he took the opportunity to pull you into a fervent kiss, the clash of teeth and tongue making him smile against your lips. You tasted like mint chapstick and the strawberry lollipop you’d been sucking on earlier in the day, the odd combination intoxicating to Eddie.

“Takin’ me so well honey,” he mumbled against your lips, hands moving beneath your pleated skirt to steady your hips as you found a rhythm.

“You’re so—fuck, big,” you drawled, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“And you feel like heaven.” Eddie bit back a moan, his fingers gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

“Y’sure you know what that feels like?” you breathed out.

Eddie’s head lulled back onto the headboard, eyes closed as a smirk pulled his pretty pink lips upward. “I feel it every time I’m in you, angel.”

A wave of heat rushed over you, skin feeling like it had been lit aflame with every word that left his mouth. You continued bouncing on him, back arched like a cat as incoherent mumbles and moans escaped from his parted lips.

“Look at you,” he murmured, “so fucked out. Never thought I’d see you like this all those months ago.”

You sucked in a deep breath, stomach tightening as you kept moving. “You made me this way, Munson,” you replied with a faint smile. “Absolutely corrupted me.”

He let out a laugh, wrapping an arm around your midsection to bring you flush against his body. “And you’re stuck with me, sweetheart.”

Holding up your skirt with one hand, he brought the other between you and ran his thumb up your slit, rubbing circles onto your clit. A broken moan sounded throughout the room as warmth bloomed beneath your skin, the sensation creating tingles that began at your toes and made their way up.

Eddie began pistoning up into you as your movements became sloppier, chasing his own release while working on yours. Curls stuck to his temples with sweat, exposed forearms flexing and putting his various tattoos on full display.

You clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, thighs shaking and broken moans escaping your lips as he talked you through it, soft praises contrasting against his rough pace. The sensation was enough for him to cum right after you, warmth spreading inside of you as you caught your breath.

Forehead dropping to rest against his chest, you closed your eyes at the sound of his rapid heartbeat.

“So, how does a sleepover sound?” he asked sleepily, the sound of his head knocking against the headboard making you laugh softly.

“It sounds really, really good.”

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