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eddiediazdaily · 2 days
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Eddie Diaz S3 short hair appreciation
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strangegutz · 2 days
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Eddie’s tab
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dudesrysly · 10 hours
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Hen: so, how was the honeymoon?
Eddie: Buck got drunk and tried to destroy our marriage certificate.
Eddie: He said, "good luck trying to return me without the receipt".
Eddie: I love him.
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heroesbyler · 2 days
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Dustin's Vecna taunting , Edward/ Eddie and the Billy-Eddie / Max-Dustin parallels
So, we all know that Dustin is devastated from Eddie's death right. I'm starting to think more and more that his (imho inevitable) attack from Vecna because of this will tie into the Eddie corpse puppet thing. But let's not get too ahead of ourselves. Dustin's danger coding has been in the works for a while, and very much in season 4. His first scene is very familiar because of its similarities to Chrissy's tormenting and Mike being late consistently (also once again connecting Vecna to mothers but anywho) . And not only that, but he gets some very interesting Max (and Will) parallels that are never a good thing if your goal is to not be Vecnattacked yk
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Then we get this interesting bit of dialogue over here ; Dustin wearing a similar colour to Max while talk of him being cursed goes on...It's not a good look. Nor is he being 'fine' when Max says this as well.
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I think this specific parallel speaks a lot for the situation. Lucas uses the exact same phrasing that Brenner does, and Brenner (as well as El) talk about friends (plural). Not only that, but the only other person facing the camera when Owens' voiceover talks about 'her friends being in the eye of the storm' is Dustin!! Max already had her lot, so it's Dustin's turn now.
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In fact, Dustin has some of the most intense Vecna vision foreshadowing in season 3. He is the first character we see have something completely weird happen to him, and him rationalising it as it being a dream (vs all the vecna vision language revolving around dreams, nightmares, etc) AND a direct Join us foreshadowing from 2 of the most 'rainbow room henward' coded characters in the show (but this is the topic of another post)
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Ok this one is for me but just a few tiny bits and pieces of Dustin Brehenward coding that i kept stumbling upon which i will definitely investigate further because the plethora of Brenner - Dustin parallels are fascinating to me and very important for the imminent Edward narrative (as are his shirts, because both Drama Club and the Explorer hoodie got me like hmmmmok)
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Ok now that I've presented my Dustin Bones coding, some more speculatory stuff about how I think this would manifest under the cut.
So what I believe is going to happen is a reenactment of Max's Billy-in-the-mindscape scene but instead of it being in the mindspace, it would be in an actual physical setting, which could very well be the upside down. However, since we have some pictures of Dustin in the cemetery :
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I could definitely see them having an actual direct parallel and have Dustin be in the cememetery as well (in a vision or not, doesn't really matter).
Dustin had a far less complicated relationship with Eddie than Max with Billy, and we know that he can't move on, he's dressing like Eddie, clings on to hellfire, and probably feels immense guilt over leaving Eddie's body behind. It's definitely an open wound that Vecna can take advantage of and something that can provide a pathway to a lot of Edward stuff.
I am partial to Dustin seeing corpse-Eddie in the flesh for the horror part but also for the exposition about the name Edward; from Dustin's side, it could provide a great arc to give him emotional depth and explore his character more.
I believe that Dustin will attempt to go back to the UD for something new-plot related and end up getting a Nancy/Max-vision-mix/reality. It's not that Vecna needs to open more gates, but it's never been about only the gates, he thrives off of people's trauma and weakening the party as they're finally bonding together is definitely a good tactic.
In my heart of hearts I want Dustin to call Vecna-Possessing-Eddie's-Body 'Eddie' at first because it looks like actual Eddie and Vecnward to say something about that being his name/ rejecting being called Henry or something oh I'd eat that upppp lmao. Anyway Dustin babe be safe over there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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dawntainbobbynash · 2 hours
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2x01 // 7x03
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tennant-the-tigger · 2 years
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Fruity Four: Haunted House
They thought they could handle it, no problem, considering everything they’ve been through.  
More ST Art (x)
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vyncentevelyn · 16 days
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Eddie wouldn’t straight out tell Steve he’s gay, but there would be signs. Like showing up in this shirt.
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mustlovesteve · 6 months
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I loved the first commission so much, I couldn't resist ordering another one as a parallel of sorts! This lovely drawing is by @toktopus-art. It's based on a scene from Chapter 26 of my vamp!Eddie/Steve-gets-Vecna'd fic, laughing at the broken glass.
Scene excerpt is below, and the AO3 link to the fic is on my pinned post.
Steve wished they could just stay like this, but there were only two more songs left on this A-side. “Hey, can I see your bracelet?” Eddie asked. If not for his all-too-casual tone, Steve wouldn’t have suspected anything. “Pulling out all the stops, huh?” Steve asked wryly. Eddie flashed a shameless grin at him. Chuckling, Steve tugged his sleeve down before lifting up his wrist. To his pleasant surprise, the glow-in-the-dark effect was actually noticeable. Eddie took a moment to share in the admiration of the bracelet before grabbing Steve’s hand and tugging it down. “This is better, yeah?” Eddie asked. “Huh?” Steve turned to look at him again, but Eddie was staring straight up at the sky. “Than just sitting in your car in the freezing cold by yourself, I mean.” “I had Freddie Mercury with me.” “I’m serious.” Eddie finally turned his head to face Steve again. His expression certainly matched his words. Steve couldn’t help but tense up at the shift in tone, though he was swiftly eased by the way Eddie’s thumb brushed across his knuckles. “I...hate that you even have to ask.” Steve managed to smile, even though Eddie frowned at that. “Yeah, this is better.” One song left. It wasn’t fair.
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ediewentmissing · 1 year
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you walk into the trailer unannounced and eddie is splayed out on the sofa watching porn starring a woman who looks startlingly similar to you. he’s got one hand around his fat cock and the other rubbing over his bare chest.
he closes his legs immediately and hides himself with a nearby blanket, muttering a thousand apologies.
he doesn’t know how to act or what to do. he’s not finished and his body is screaming at him for release. the unfortunately thin-blanket hides almost nothing and your gaze is firmly fixed on the ever-so-prominent bulge.
and you end up doing the last thing that he expects you to: you ride him exactly how the woman was in the porno.
(NSFW AUDIO WARNING)
(since u wanted more @darlingdia1007 🫶)
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earlgreydream · 8 months
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truth or dare. | eddie munson x reader
this one is… filthy. a little enemies to lovers with eddie <3
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“thought you said eddie wasn’t going to be here!” you hissed to robin with a glare.
“no, I just didn’t answer. c’mon, he’s always here. I know you’re like his enemy or whatever, but you never come hang out anymore!” she grabbed your arm and pulled you over to where all of the adults were strewn over couches in the basement of nancy’s.
there he was, all dark brown eyes and stupid smirk — sipping from a beer bottle. you scowled at eddie, resigning yourself to an evening in the presence of the one person you tried to avoid in hawkins, indiana.
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you were a good girl, and eddie was a bad boy. it could’ve been that simple, but it wasn’t. ever since highschool, the two of you loathed each other. nobody knew the real story, from the outside, it just always seemed like the two of you had never gotten along.
you hated him because he thought you were a stuck-up princess. he hated you because you thought he was a futureless punk guitarist.
it had all started sophomore year of highschool, when he’d kissed you in the locker room. your heart had filled with butterflies, but they quickly collapsed when the principal walked in on you. terrified of getting in trouble, when you’d been asked what was going on, you insisted that you would never kiss eddie munson. even eddie’s tough-as-nails exterior couldn’t keep your words from piecing his heart.
ever since then, you’d be enemies.
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“you came!” steve beamed, handing you a bottle of cider from the cooler.
he and robin exchanged a look — one you ignored — while taking a seat as far away as possible from eddie. they were obviously pleased with themselves for getting you to come to their house party, even if it took a little manipulation. you forced yourself not to acknowledge eddie, though it was nearly impossible as his heavy stare suffocated you. he knew you were refusing to meet his eyes, an act of defiance from you that made him even more irritated.
he wasn’t aware that you were coming to this party — and he detested the way his stomach flipped when you came down the stairs, converse smacking the wooden steps, your legs coming into view, all on display in the little cutoff shorts you wore.
halloween played on the box television in the corner, though nobody was really paying attention to it — more invested in the alcohol and conversation that was happening amongst the group. you listened to chrissy gossip about which football player she was seeing at the time, the story getting looser the more she drank, giggling and spilling filthy details to you, robin, and nancy.
“hey, let’s play a game,” steve suggested, catching the attention of your group.
“how about a little truth or dare?” robin grinned, quickly co-conspiring with steve.
“this is so dumb,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes as you took another drink.
“says the one who never likes to have any fun,” eddie scoffed.
you narrowed your eyes, knowing he was baiting you, but you couldn’t resist. before you could register what was coming out of your mouth, you were agreeing to it, joining the rest in their sinister party games.
“truth or dare, steve?” eddie pulled a truth out of the boy, making him admit that he’d had a crush on robin before he knew she was gay.
it went around the circle, mostly truths until nancy agreed to take a bodyshot off of chrissy.
“your turn,” eddie smirked at you, certain you were going to play it safe with a truth.
“dare,” you answered, looking at steve.
you’d already decided, that whatever it was — you were going to do it. nothing was going to make you get naked and run down the street — the decided on penalty for backing out of a dare.
“brave girl… I dare you to let eddie spank you,” steve laughed, making the room freeze.
“What?” it was eddie that spoke, reacting first to steve’s obscene dare.
“no, you’re joking,” your voice came out in a plea, praying that you’d misheard steve.
“get on his lap and let him spank you. come on, we all want a show. unless of course, you’d rather show off to the neighbors.”
your throat was dry as you stared at eddie, ignoring the giggles and encouragement from the girls on either side of you. eddie sat up, his infuriating grin beckoning you to him.
“I’m not streaking, I’ll get arrested,” you snapped at steve.
“guess you’ve only got one option then.”
your face burned as you slowly got up and walked toward your rival. an unfamiliar knot twisted low in your belly; the way he looked at you caused electric shocks making your fingers twitch.
“over my knee, princess,” eddie teased, leaning back, playing along with their game.
“fuck off,” you retorted, hesitating as you stood at his side, trying to look anywhere but his eyes.
“c’mon now,” eddie’s hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you forward, forcing your body over his lap, giving you the last bit of encouragement you needed.
your stomach jolted, hips digging into his thigh as your cheek rested on the couch beside him. he ran his hand up the back of your leg, squeezing lightly as he mockingly asked your permission.
“whatever, just get it over with, munson. steve, I’m going to kill you,” you tried to laugh off your embarrassment.
the tension that hung between you could’ve been cut with a knife, your heart racing in your chest. eddie could feel it, along with the goosebumps raising over your legs, anticipation, embarrassment, and something primal making you tremble.
your cutoff shorts had ridden up in the compromising position, exposing the curve of your ass to him, the soft skin peeking out below ripped denim. for the first time, eddie feared that you could feel him getting hard beneath you, unable to control himself at the sight of your submission. before he could think, he slapped your ass, hard.
his hand came down with an audible crack, striking the skin that was showing, pain stinging sharply under his palm.
“fuck, ow, eddie!” you shrieked, startled by how hard he had swat you.
“don’t whine at me,” he mocked, pulling your head up by your hair, forcing you to look at him.
your embarrassment escalated to humiliation as heat spread between your hips, settling into a deep throbbing inside you. you hardly registered eddie spanking you again, suddenly more worried if he could feel you getting shamefully wet.
you were furious, confusion muddling your thoughts as you realized you’d never been so turned on as you were right now, slightly tipsy and being spanked by the boy you loathed. you almost forgot your audience, only able to focus on how bad you wanted eddie to take care of the need building inside you.
“that’s it, taking it quietly like a good girl,” eddie hissed, only loud enough for you to hear him as he swatted you again, the pain blooming from his merciless spanking.
steve whistled when you jerked forward, grabbing eddie’s ankle, your nails leaving little half-moons in his skin.
“she’s fulfilled her dare,” robin laughed, easing the thick sexual tension in the room.
you barely heard her, your focus zeroing in on where eddie’s hand had come to rest— realizing he could feel how hot and wet you were through your flimsy shorts.
“have fun sitting after that,” nancy teased, handing you a shot as you awkwardly clambered to stand off of him, nearly losing your balance.
the game moved on, but eddie’s heavy stare remained on you, knowing that a door had opened that could never be closed again. he ignored the game and the others, only praying that his hard-on would go down before he had to stand.
your eyes remained at your feet, cheeks burning in embarrassment, even though your drunk friends had already seemingly forgotten your compromising position. it was impossible for you to forget, the need still throbbing between your hips, and the very noticeable ache as you sat down on the hard floor. he’d spanked you hard — harder than anyone who was just trying to tease and be silly. eddie couldn’t control himself with you, finding that he craved you just as bad as you did him.
the party slowly died down, and you were the first to call it a night, standing off the floor on unsteady legs. you ignored the playful gripes from your friends, grabbing the stair railing and leaving the basement, going out into the cold night. 
“wait.”
you turned, your body freezing as eddie munson jogged down the drive after you. before you could back away, his hand wrapped around your wrist, capturing you before you could run. 
“eddie, that was-”
“I need to ruin you. I felt how wet you were from that, and I can show you so much more,” he interrupted, dark eyes blazing, fingers tightening on your wrist. 
your throat was dry as you nodded, unable to form the words to respond. before you knew it, you were on the back of his bike, pulling up to the shoddy trailer he lived in on the outskirts of hawkins. you gripped his leather jacket, breathing in his scent, the smoke, the beer, everything you hated. you couldn’t think, the need coursing through your body driving every action as you followed him inside, back to the small bedroom. 
before you could say anything, his hands had grabbed ahold of your hips, slamming you against the door, smashing his lips against yours. you whispered into his mouth, your fingers finding their way to his curly hair, pulling hard. it was messy and rough, teeth digging into your lip and his hands yanking open the button on your shorts. 
you pulled back for air, panting with your forehead against his chest, your mind scrambling to catch up with how fast he was working, your waistband already pulled halfway down your thighs. 
“aw, were you hoping you’d get fucked tonight? is that why you’re all bare, you little slut?” he sneered, cupping your shaved sex in his hand, his rings ice-cold against your hot skin. 
“eddie-”
“shut up,” he interrupted sharply, dragging his fingers through your sopping wet folds, shoving two inside your pussy with urgency.
your choked whimper was muffled against his mouth, working you open until you were dripping all over his cold silver rings. his other hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the hard wooden door, fingering you in the entrance of his bedroom. wet sounds filled the room, your mind spinning as you felt his hard cock straining through his jeans, pressing against your bare thigh. 
you kicked your shorts from around your ankles, shoving him away from you, gasping from the loss of contact. his eyes were wild, glaring at you as you pushed him, until a small smile pulled at his lips as he watched you struggle out of your shirt, tossing it on the floor near your other clothes so you were completely naked before him. 
he shrugged off his jacket before licking his fingers, a sight that sent a sharp pang through your core, reverberating up your spine. you didn’t wait, pulling at the hem of his hellfire shirt, your lips finding the tattoos that littered his chest like graffiti. he hissed when your teeth grazed over the base of his throat, pulling on your hair as you left a hickey on his fair skin, marking him as he did to you. 
“you’re a brat,” he scolded, slapping your already bruised ass. 
your pained yelp made him smirk, manhandling your body and throwing you onto his mattress, on top of the mess of blankets and pillows. you watched, practically salivating as he rid himself of his jeans and boxers, hanging heavier and bigger than you anticipated, red and swollen from your teasing. 
“don’t look so scared, princess, we’ll make it fit.”
eddie crawled over you, hovering as his hand came to rest at the base of your throat, the other holding him up. you held his wrist, gasping as you felt the slick head of his cock rubbing against your pussy, dragging slowly, drawing out your suffering. your eyes rolled back as he squeezed your throat, restricting your oxygen as he slowly sank into you, burying his cock inside of you. the sensation of it all had your back arching off the bed, pressing his palm harder against your throat. you were bound to be bruised in the morning, but you didn’t care, too consumed with the feeling of him dragging against your walls. the tip of his dick kissed the spongey place inside of you that pried whimpers from your lips. 
“eddie, fuck, harder,” you begged, tensing as he harshly slapped your ass, promising to leave yet another handprint on your tender skin. 
“you’re a needy little thing,” he hissed, burying his face in your shoulder, gripping your thigh and pulling your knee to your chest, forcing a deeper angle.
your nails dragged down his back as eddie’s mouth found your breasts, biting and sucking as he fucked you with hard, deep strokes. his sounds were animalistic, the heavy moans making your muscles tighten around him, as if you were trying to pry an orgasm from the boy. his body was heavy on top of yours, and the sweet ache in your muscles made your mind go fuzzy, the warmth and intensity helping you along to bliss. 
“fuck,” eddie swore, feeling you come around him, an orgasm crashing over your body. 
you trembled beneath eddie, clenching so tight he could hardly move, your head thrown back, unholy sounds echoing off the trailer walls. 
“no,” you mewled as he pulled out, coming in white ribbons over your belly, painting you in the mess of your shared sins. the loss of contact was a double-sided relief and torture, your body giving into exhaustion as you sank back into the pillows. 
eddie looked down at you, admiring both of your marked bodies, and how pretty you looked with his cum smeared over your skin. he wished he could take a polaroid and save the moment in time forever, but he was dragged out of his thoughts when you shifted in clear discomfort. 
“here, give me a second,” he mumbled, slipping his boxers back up before getting a washcloth damp with warm water. 
you struggled to stay awake while he helped you clean up, his touch far more gentle than what had transpired earlier in the night. he found a band hoodie, slipping it over your head so you had something to sleep in. it was cozy, warm, and smelled like him, and before you realized it, you were drifting off against his side. 
eddie woke up with you under his arm, your head resting gently on his chest, curled up against his side. you rolled over as he eased out from under you, turning your face into the pillow, determined to stay asleep. he wasn’t going to let you win the battle, crawling down underneath the blanket until he found his way between your thighs. 
you awoke to eddie’s mouth on your cunt, tasting your sweetness and sucking gently on your clit, rewarded with a moan as you were dragged awake. your fingers wove into his messy hair, pulling him harder against your cunt. eddie moaned against your wet skin, sending shuddering vibrations through your core, turned on from the pain of your fingers in his hair and your sweet taste. 
“eddie!” you squealed as his fingers moved up, prodding at your other hole, eased in with the cum that was leaking out of you. 
his mouth left you for a second before biting your inner thigh, reveling in your pathetic whimpers as he fingered you, his other hand dragging up your body to grope your chest, the overstimulation turning your nerves to pure electricity. 
“there you go,” he praised softly as you came for the nth time, melting against him, your thighs loosening from around his head, allowing him to sit up. he squeezed your leg, letting it rest over his lap as you caught your breath.
“how long have you wanted to do this?” you asked eddie, your cheeks warming as he leaned down and kissed you instead of answering immediately. 
“forever, i guess. even though you make me mad,” his tone was clearly playful, and you rolled your eyes before shutting him up with another kiss. 
“did i hurt you too much?” he questioned, fingers tracing over the marks that littered your backside, kissing your hip as he laid down in bed with you, basking in the slowness of the morning. 
“not at all. may have to go a little easier next time, though.”
“next time, huh?”
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celeryman6 · 3 months
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Eddie & Kal ⚓🐠 uncropped version on my Patreon!
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That's What Friends Are For- E.M.
I've been really thirsty for Virgin!Bestfriend!Reader x Eddie so I poured myself this taaaallll drink of water. Hope you love it xx
You've never had an orgasm, and Eddie would be happy to help remedy that.
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Masterlist
TW- 18+ MINORS DNI!! Cursing, mentions of smoking, heavy petting, pet names (angel, sweetheart), a lil crying (but in a good way), fingering (lmk if I missed any)
Pairings- Virgin!Bestfriend!Reader x Eddie
Word Count- 4,802
(Gifs not mine, credit to owner!)
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It wasn’t something that you’d normally ask, but with the haze of weed clouding your senses and the exaggerated moans of the poor actress being exploited for the dumb action movie you and Eddie were watching out of sheer boredom, you couldn’t help yourself. You turn to Eddie, the cogs in your head turning in overtime as the words reach your mouth before you can even put too much stock in them, “What does an orgasm even feel like?” Your eyes narrow as you imagine it, the sounds of the woman on screen echoing in your mind. There’s no way that real people sound like that, no, this is just some stupid movie that you and Eddie had never even heard of before digging it out of the pile of tapes beneath the TV. “I mean, I guess it’s gotta feel good, but does it feel that good?”  
While you ponder the probability of the sounds onscreen being at all accurate for real-world scenarios, Eddie’s face pales, the light high he’d been enjoying completely knocked out of his body at your words. Despite being best friends for the past several years, you never really talked about your sex lives with each other. For you, it was because it didn’t exist. For Eddie, it was because the only person he really wanted anymore was you. Every other person in town combined couldn’t interest him half as much as you, and he had definitely looked. Pining after your best friend for years wasn’t really something Eddie was interested in doing, not that it helped. Of course, the only reason you hadn’t made a move—aside from the fact that you were thoroughly terrified at the thought of being rejected—was because you thought that Eddie was something of a ladies’ man. You knew he was much more experienced than you, not that that was a difficult feat, but you knew that he at least went on dates. And you never wanted your attraction to him get in the way of your friendship anyway. If he liked you, he would’ve made a move sooner, right?  
Wrong. 
Eddie had fallen head over heels for you about a year after you had met, both of you juniors in high school. You went away with your family on vacation for a couple weeks that summer and came back... different. You were more confident, and even though it had only been a short separation, you looked different, more womanly than gangly teenager. He liked you before, but some switch inside his chest flicked, like the lights were finally turning on in some long-forgotten roller coaster ride. He’s had it bad for you ever since, suffering in silence because he knows how shy you used to be, and still are to some extent. He would never, ever want to do or say anything to make you uncomfortable, including putting his feelings on the line in exchange for your amazing friendship.  
Still, the news that you didn’t know what an orgasm felt like was surprising. He knew you were private about your dating life, and he always respected that. But you had had boyfriends before. And you were both in your early 20s now. Surely you had been with one of them. Or even figured it out on your own... 
“What?” is the brilliant response that flies from Eddie’s lips as his brain short circuits. You look back at his face, having wandered away, lost in thought. Eddie half expects you to backtrack, but still, to his surprise, you double down. 
“What does an orgasm feel like?” He can tell your Mary Jane consumption must be fueling this line of questioning, but if you’re really curious... 
“Um, well...” Eddie flounders, trying to find the words to say. You keep your focus on him, your thoughts trailing only slightly as you wait for him to respond. “It... It does feel really good. I don’t know exactly what it feels like for women, but for guys, at least, for me, it’s like my whole body kind of explodes, but in, like, the best way,”  
You mull this over for a moment, your eyes darting between Eddie’s face and the screen, which has since moved past the over-exaggerated sex scene back into shootouts between the good guy and the bad ones. “Okay, well, have any of the girls you’ve been with ever sounded like that?” You were genuinely curious, trying to imagine what could feel that good and coming up blank. 
Eddie chuckles a bit, eyes flicking up in a memory, “Well, one, but I’m pretty sure she was faking. Some women think they have to sound like that because that’s what the movies show them they’re supposed to sound like. But really, there are all different kinds of... sounds... that people make when they’re feeling that good,” he explains, his surprise relaxing now into amusement just slightly. 
“Oh,” You look back at the screen, apparently done with your questions. Eddie feels his heartbeat fading back into its normal rhythm after the near heart-attack you had inflicted upon him, and things go quiet for a minute before you turn your head back toward him, mouth poised open to speak. “Do you think—Never mind,” You quickly shove the thought back down your throat, remembering that Eddie’s not supposed to know you’ve been in love with him forever.  
The possibilities of what you were about to ask him makes his heart race again, until he’s burning to know. “What is it?” He asks, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. 
Your lips press together and shake your head as a heat spreads over your face, giving you a moment of clarity amid the warmth of the high. “No, it’s okay, it was a dumb question,” You wave your hand in dismissal, and pray that Eddie doesn’t press it further in fear of your mouth working faster than your logic. Of course, you have no such luck. 
“There are no dumb questions. If you want to know something, all you have to do is ask. Would I ever judge you for anything? And really think about that, because I’ve seen you pick a pickle up off the floor and eat it,” He laughs, trying to diffuse the tension. It helps a little, and with his reassurance and that fleeting moment of clarity far away, you open your mouth again, hesitating as you find the right words. 
“Do you think... that you could maybe... show me?”  
Eddie’s eyes bulge from his skull, and he’s afraid that his heart has totally stopped for a minute. But after an agonizing moment, a thick thump of his heart breathes life back into him, and he can only pray that you can’t hear it as it loudly thump, thump, thumps in his chest.  
“Show you..?” It’s a begging question. He’s not exactly sure which part you want to learn, and he wants to make sure he doesn’t assume anything. 
You turn away again, the mortification laying over you in a thick blanket. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have... You can forget it,” 
Eddie doesn’t want to mess this up, and the visions of you making such pretty little sounds for him, or better yet, unraveling under his touch, automatically send all of the spare blood in his body downward, so quickly that he almost becomes dizzy. He has to make an effort to shift his body to hide his growing erection as he tries to reassure you. “No, no! Don’t worry, I’m listening. It’s okay, I swear! What do you want me to show you? I... I can do my best,” His voice is sincere, sincere enough to make you look sheepishly back at him, your lashes low as you try not to look in his eyes. 
You take a deep breath, your head buzzing with adrenaline as you form the words. “Would you show me how to have an orgasm?”  
Eddie swallows hard, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat. He’s trying so hard to make this seem as chill as possible, for both of your sakes. If he gets too eager too quickly, there’s no way he wouldn’t just bust in his pajama pants, and he might scare you. His mouth is dry as he nods quickly, “Um, yeah. I- I can definitely try,” He watches as your face grows redder by the second, but you give a small smile, one that makes Eddie lightheaded again as another shockwave of want shoots through his half-hard cock. “Do you want to go to my room?” He asks softly, gauging the look on your face as you still avoid his eyes.  
“Yeah,” You murmur, but your legs won’t move. There’s a want in you, despite not knowing how to indulge it, and as Eddie gets up from the couch, offering a hand to you, you take it and squeeze, finally looking up at him. Eddie feels like he might faint in that moment, your hazy eyes doe-like and innocent, not making it any easier for him to keep calm. He pulls you up to your feet and you follow him, your hand in his, to his room.  
You shut the door behind you, flicking the lock on the knob despite being the only ones home, and turn to face Eddie, who stands just behind you, still not believing what might happen. “S-so, um...” He begins, feet shuffling beneath him. “For girls, it’s a lot harder to... finish. It takes a lot of warming up first,” Your brow furrows. 
“Warming up?” A blush breaks out over Eddie’s cheeks, and he reaches out to let his fingers trace up your arm, ghosting over your shoulder and up your neck. A breath hitches in your throat as his palm cups your face, and suddenly, you think you might know what he means. Nevertheless, he explains. 
“It’s a lot easier when you’re feeling good from other things first. Like touching, kissing... things like that. It can be painful if you don’t do it right,” Your lashes flutter as he leans in slightly, and you can feel his warm breath fan over your face. 
“Oh,” Eddie lets out a breath of a laugh at your breathless response, and already you feel yourself turning to putty in his hands.  
“I want you to tell me if you don’t like something, okay? Don’t try to spare my feelings. If you want me to stop doing something, or you want me to do something specific, you tell me. Okay?” The demanding edge in his whispers snaps you back to reality, and you feel a warmth building deep within you. It’s nothing like you’ve ever felt before. Sure, shadows of this have been felt watching risqué movies with sex scenes or kissing your prior boyfriends awkwardly in the backs of their cars, but that pales in comparison. This is a new, deep burn in the very depths of your body. 
“Mhmm,” You try to lean closer to him, to feel more, but his other hand goes to your waist, holding you in place. Your eyes meet his, and they’re unexpectedly hard, his brown eyes serious as he looks at you. 
“I need you to say it. I need to know you can say it,” Your breath stutters again at his words, but still, you find your voice. 
“I- I don’t like that,” You whisper, and it’s all you can do. Eddie nods in approval, but his eyes want you to continue, “I want you... I want you to kiss me,” You can hear the hammer of your heart in your ears, your blood singing as the anticipation grows. Eddie’s eyes return to their normal softness, gazing into yours like he’s seeing the sun set over the ocean for the first time.  
“Are you sure?” Eddie whispers as he inches toward you, his face leaning down ever closer. This might be the closest you’ve ever been to him, and the thought sends a delicious shiver up your spine. His nose just brushes yours, and your eyes flutter shut. 
“I want you to kiss me, Eddie,” It’s barely a breath, but he hears you, and gently, gently, his lips meet yours, barely a brush of skin against skin. You hear him suck in a deep breath before letting his lips move against yours a little more firmly, the hand on your waist snaking around your back to pull you closer to him. You let your hands find the back of his hair, which is up in a cute, messy bun, and your fingers wind themselves around a few loose, curly tendrils there. Then, Eddie’s lips move across your cheek, down toward your jaw, and the first sound comes loose from your lips. 
It’s a tiny noise, but it might as well have been Eddie’s favorite song, the way he revels in it. He can feel the pounding of your heart in your chest as you press yourself against him, not really knowing what to do other than let Eddie work his way down your neck with his lips. “E-Eddie...” You whimper, hands gently grasping at the fabric at the back of his worn t-shirt.  
Eddie stops then, immediately, waiting for your instruction. He had gone too far, hadn’t he? He had done something to make you uncomfortable and now you’d never ever talk to him again... “Can we lay down?” You ask, breathy and quiet in his ear. He presses a firm kiss to the top of your shoulder in relief, elated that you were enjoying what was happening before pulling away. 
“Yeah, let’s get you comfy,” He smiles one of those easy, lopsided smiles that takes your breath away, and you feel the butterflies that usually reside in your stomach move downward to your core. You instinctively clench your thighs together to try to squash the foreign feeling, but as Eddie moves to lay down, you see the bulge in his loose pants, and it sends a new swarm flooding your body. With a deep breath, you join Eddie and lay next to him, his face only inches from yours. His hand reaches toward your face, gently brushing a few stray hairs behind your ear. “Do you want to just keep kissing, or are you ready to try something else?” He asks. You think it over, biting the inside of your lip as you bite back the embarrassment of being so inexperienced next to him.  
“Can we try something new and still do some kissing?” You smile sheepishly, not being able to hold his gaze as your face heats. He lets out a small laugh, not at you, but because you’re so nervous. 
“Yeah, we can do that. Is it okay if I touch you? I can just try a few things and you can figure out what you like,” He suggests, his eyes roaming over you. You’re not wearing a bra, because you never did when you and Eddie were just lounging around watching movies and smoking, something Eddie had to get used to quick when your body started really developing. Once or twice when he was a few years younger, he had to fake an upset stomach just to relieve his aching cock in the bathroom upon seeing your pert nipples through the fabric of one of his old t-shirts. 
“Yeah, I think I’d like that,” With your permission, Eddie’s fingers gently reach the hem of your shirt, slipping under and running his calloused fingertips over the smooth skin of your side. You let out a gasp, your eyes screwing shut, and he notices the way your hips move of their own accord, trying to scratch an itch you’ve never felt before. He has to bite back a moan of his own just at the sight of you, so beautiful, so willing beneath his capable hands. He lets out a shaky breath as his hand moves up your side, leaning in to kiss you like he said he would, like he was aching to do again, and you accept his lips greedily, your hands pressing into the sides of his face as he glides across your skin, not light enough to tickle, but enough to send tingles over your skin, goosebumps forming in the wake of his caress. 
When his hand comes to cup your breast, not daring to flick over the sensitive nub just yet, you let out your second noise as he gives a little squeeze there. This one is muffled by his lips, pressed firmly to yours, and the vibration of it shoots straight down to his cock, which twitches willfully in his pants, wanting you more and more every second that passes. 
With a light touch, Eddie lets his thumb just brush your nipple, and it sends an electric shock through you, leading to your third noise, a much sharper sound that almost sounds painful. But when your lips press into his even harder, Eddie is only spurred on and he does it again, then lets his full hand grope over the full mound, rubbing across your breast with his palm. Eddie lets his tongue trace over your bottom lip then, and you open your mouth to him, not really knowing how to kiss with tongue, but unwilling to stop to make a comment about it as your body ignites to a new level of fire and electricity.  
Your legs are continuously rubbing together now, the friction glorious but not enough, and you want to feel more. You’re panting in between the long stretches of kissing, and while you don’t want to stop, you also need to tell Eddie what you want. So, instead of rushing back to his kiss, you press your thumb gently to his bottom lip, pupils blown with need. “Can you take my shorts off?” You ask, your confidence building. Eddie nods all too eagerly, and he gets up onto his knees to shift town toward your bottom half. You roll onto your back and lift your butt to make it a bit easier for him, his hands finding purchase at your hips, fingers dipping just below the waistband when he stops. 
“Do you want me to take your underwear off too?” He asks, wanting to be sure. You bite your lip again as the embarrassment floods back. 
“I’m not wearing any...” You admit, giving a small smile. His hands grip at your hips a bit harder then, and his sharp breath only helps your growing need. This is the most beautiful you’ve ever seen him, towering over you like this. You can see the long outline of his length through his pants now, and you let your mind wonder what could happen if this goes even further than you originally intended. It’s enough to make your hips roll in Eddie’s hands as he starts pulling down your sleep shorts. You close your eyes, trying to keep your embarrassment from making you chicken out when you’re finally about to get what you’ve always wanted. 
“Holy shit,” Eddie breathes, and your eyes shoot open as you stare at him, mortification building in your chest. 
“What? Is it bad? Do I look weird?” You ask in a flurry. Your hands go to cover your face, thighs clenching together to spare yourself when Eddie pries your legs apart again. 
“What? God no! You look... You look fucking amazing,” There’s a wonder in his voice, and you peek through your fingers to find him staring down at you, the look on his face amorous, hungry almost, like you’re his favorite meal in the world. It takes you aback, but nevertheless, there’s a twitch in your hips again, seeking a friction that you can no longer achieve for the time being. Eddie gently lowers himself on top of you, and you let out a moan when you feel the fabric of his pants brushing over your bare pussy. You let your hands fall as you try to push yourself into him, but there’s a hand holding onto your hip now to keep you down. “Oh my god, please, can you try not to do that right now? I am already in serious danger here, angel. If I feel even a little bit of you against my dick I’m fucking done for,” Eddie breathes a laugh to cover the moan in his voice, his face hovering over yours. 
“B-but I want—” Eddie cuts you off with a deep kiss, his hand squeezing into your hip as you desperately try to feel him against you again. 
“Not tonight, sweetheart. I want this one to be about you, okay? If you still want to in the morning, we can circle back,” Eddie offers, and you give a small nod. “Okay, then. I’m gonna touch you now, okay? I’ll go nice and slow. If you want me to change what I’m doing, just tell me,” You nod again and the hand gripping your hip travels down and his lips meet the hollow of your neck, giving just a tiny nip at the skin that sends your hips up again in need. Eddie tries to hold it in, but he can’t help but moan softly against your skin as he continues his journey.  
His fingers ghost just over the sensitive bud of nerves then, and the shock that goes through your body is even more intense than before when he was playing with your nipple. Your arms fling around his back and you grip the fabric of his t-shirt like a lifeline. “I’m gonna take good care of you,” Eddie whispers as he travels up your neck, “I’m gonna make you feel so good,”  
The promise is punctuated by a soft circle around your clit, and your whimper is so pathetic it startles you as it tumbles from your lips. You can feel how wet you are now; how hot your core is against his fingertips. It’s so blissful, so wanton that you feel your walls clenching around nothing, another new feeling that sends your head reeling. Eddie continues his gentle pattern around your bud, sucking sweet bruises into the skin below your ear between whispers of sweet nothing that spur you forward on your quest into the unknown world of this beautiful feeling. 
“E-Eddie,” You plead, head thrown back in pleasure. Your fingers pull his shirt so that your hands connect with his skin, “Can you go—Can you go a little f-faster, please?” Eddie nods into the crook of your neck as he complies, fingers moving just a bit faster, a bit firmer against you, and your chest starts heaving in pants again, moans spilling from your mouth more freely now. You grind into his hand pathetically as the intense pleasure grows. You feel like you could cry at the feeling, so blissful and beautiful and everything you’ve ever dreamed of as Eddie works you further and further, his lips only ever leaving your skin to whisper sweet nothings to you. 
“You’re doing so good... I can’t believe I get to do this for you... Been wanting you like this for so long...” Eddie nips and sucks and licks across your neck, up your face, across your lips, and you’re just so consumed by him that you feel hot little pinpricks in the corners of your eyes, your throat going thick as the tears begin. 
When Eddie catches sight of the first one, he slows his work on your core, afraid that you had changed your mind. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?” You feel a pang of panic then, not really knowing why but knowing that you were desperate to reach the edge you were approaching. You pull at his shirt, not being able to verbalize your excruciating need for a second. 
“No, no!” You plead, “Don’t stop, please... I just... Please don’t stop...” You don’t know why you’re crying. Maybe because it feels so good, maybe because the emotions are just so new that your body is startled by them. Either way, Eddie is reluctant but believes you, because he trusts you and you trust him so completely that you don’t think that there’s any way that either of you would or even could hurt each other. 
Eddie picks up the pace again, his lips focusing on yours now to help keep you from crying. Your fingernails scratch up his back as you whine and writhe beneath him, coming closer and closer to something. There’s a tenseness in your stomach now, and it’s building. There must be a precipice close, a pinnacle to all of this pleasure and need Eddie has been giving you. Your panting breaths become more ragged, and Eddie gets the feeling that you’re close. 
“That’s it, angel. You gonna cum for me?” He practically moans against your mouth, and it’s another agonizing minute of this pressure inside you building before you feel it.  
Your hands clench Eddie’s shirt as you unravel. Your tears are flowing freely down your face, mouth open in a loud moan that reverberates on the walls of Eddie’s small room. Eddie keeps drawing circles over your clit as you ride through the waves of your first ever orgasm, kissing down to the top of your chest and back up to add to the pleasure. Finally, you feel it start to subside, the wide waves lessening into ripples as your breath starts to even out again. Eddie slows down again, and finally stops after a few more seconds, wanting to draw out your bliss as much as he can. He kisses you deeply, the hand on your pussy traveling up to grip your side, sliding up past the hem of your shirt as he holds you firm. You can feel the slick on his fingers cooling down on your skin, and it sends a new wave of shivers through your body.  
You kiss each other for a long time, not wanting to go back to reality where you’re just friends, but finally you have to pull away for air. You look at each other, both of you quiet. There’s a new electricity in the air, charged with the anticipation of what you’ll say to each other now that everything has changed.  
“How was that?” Eddie settles on, his brow set in a concerning furrow. He wants to make sure that you had the best experience he could’ve offered you, because that’s what you deserve. You deserve to feel this good all the time. 
Your soft eyes bore into his and you nod slowly, trying to etch every detail of this night into your memory forever. “It was amazing. You are...” Your hand comes to hold his face, and he leans into your touch in such a way that your heart melts for him even more. “You’re so amazing, Eddie, thank you.” You give a little laugh then, at how silly it sounds for you to thank your friend for giving you an orgasm. Eddie laughs a little too, and he stretches his lips to kiss the edge of your palm. 
“Anything for my favorite girl,” He whispers, smiling that easy smile that you love so much. Pride sparkles in your chest at his words. God, you love him so much... 
“So...” You feel a blush creeping on your face again, “You’ve been wanting me... like this?” You think back to the words he whispered against your neck that made your insides turn to mush. 
Eddie flicks his eyes away from you, embarrassed. “You caught that, huh?” 
“Was I not supposed to?” You giggle, your smile sending shockwaves through Eddie’s body. 
“Well, I just didn’t think you would. You seemed to be pretty distracted if I recall,” He jabs playfully, his gaze returning to you. His eyes soften at his next thought, “What do you think about that?” 
This is it, this is where everything changes. It’ll never be the same after this. “I...” You begin, building your courage. “I’ve been wanting that, too.”  
Eddie’s face moves through confusion, surprise, and then settles on joy, his smile widening to reach his sparking brown eyes. “Yeah? You’ve been wanting that too?” Your smile matches his as you nod, letting out a breath of a laugh with the relief settling in your chest. 
Suddenly, Eddie squeezes you in a bone crushing hug, peppering kisses over your face as you giggle. His lips settle on yours again, and it’s like taking a drink of cool water after wandering in the desert. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to this, but by God, you’d be happy to. 
You keep kissing and cuddling for a long time, talking like you usually do, how best friends do, but now it’s just better. Best friends, but there’s no more hesitancy, no more wishing for more, because now, you have everything you could ever want. 
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mean!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: a project with the boy who makes your life a living hell turns into something completely unexpected. (5.2k)
warnings: smut (thigh riding, choking, impact play), enemies to lovers, girly!reader, mean,pervy!eddie. mdni.
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You swear you must be living a nightmare when your Creative Writing teacher points at you and then at Eddie Munson and says “the two of you are going to be working together for this project” in that ear-piercing, glass-shattering voice that had you wincing everytime she talks too loud or gets too close. 
You think someone who really, truly hates every part of your being must have cursed you with this painfully awful fate the second the gut-wrenching words came out of her sticky, red, over-lined mouth. 
You would have been completely fine, satisfied even, with any other person in your class. But the universe was definitely not on your side today and decided to assign you a punishment made for awful people like serial killers or dentists, not you! 
The chances of the two of you being paired together weren’t really that small considering the class only consists of ten students, and you have already worked on other assignments with the majority of them. So, you know directing your anger towards your teacher, the universe, and Eddie is irrational. But, still you are pissed the hell off and just want your teacher to laugh and to say it was a joke and assign you someone else.
To make matters worse, you were actually very excited about this assignment, looking forward to writing your own 10-minute play to add to your portfolio. But having Eddie as your partner has deemed the task impossible. 
Clearly, you and Eddie have never been friendly, rather the opposite, and it’s all thanks to his sadistic nature. You never showed him anything but kindness when you first met in class. That was until he started acting very mean towards you for no apparent reason.
With how often he torments you, you suspect he must take pleasure in making you suffer, getting off on constantly flipping up your skirt, tugging harshly on your hair, teasing your girly style, and stealing all your pretty accessories, like hair ribbons and bracelets, right off of you.
Unfortunately for you, if he’s a sadist, you’re a masochist.
Although you can go on and on about how much you despise the man, how much your blood boils with rage everytime he does something uncalled for, how much you want to scream at him for being rude, there’s a tiny itty bitty little portion of your brain that is disgustingly infatuated with every part of him. That piece of you feeds off of his constant attention and absolutely revels in his meanness, despite him being an absolute asshole to you at all times.
As if your infatuation with him couldn’t get any worse, you’re extremely unfortunate that he’s your type incarnate: long dark hair, pretty doe eyes, grungy style, kind of nerdy, can pull off a leather jacket, and a little mean. Though, a “little mean” might be an understatement.
It’s ridiculous, really, how a boy who makes your life a living hell could still fluster you with every touch and tease. It’s even more ridiculous that you think about him late at night when you’ve got a hand between your thighs.
You have to constantly remind yourself that you hate him and he hates you; otherwise, you would probably fall in love with him. There’s something about him, other than his pretty face and nice body, that just makes you swoon. You wonder if that tiny voice in your head was the one who manifested this torture on you but don’t let the thought linger enough for you to feel pissed at yourself too.
You wince as your mind tries to consider whether working with Eddie Munson is actually a good thing, despite your enraged initial reaction.
It’s awfully confusing to live with two opposing voices in your head. It’s as if one voice is an angel while the other is the devil, both sitting on either shoulder, bickering about Eddie Munson and whether you should kill him or kiss him. Except you don’t know which voice is the angel and which is the devil as both sides of the argument are equally as bad to you. It’s not like you want to hate him, but you definitely don’t want to like him either. 
When you approach him after your teacher dismisses the class, he rudely interrupts your kind greeting with a “I’m only free tonight. Your place or mine?”
He scoffs and is clearly annoyed when you aren’t prepared to answer his abrupt question right away. He doesn’t even bother to spare a glance at you throughout this exchange, so enthralled with doodling stupid skulls and ugly bats on his beat up notebook. You practically had to talk to his frizzy hair rather than his face. 
You respond in a low mutter that your place is better ‘cause your brother is probably gonna be gone all night to sleep at his girlfriend’s place and your parents are out of town but you’re busy until 8pm so it has to be after.
You don’t even realize you were rambling until he finally looks up at you with a bored expression and reaches over to tug on the elastics holding up the pigtail braids in your hair.
After that, he nods and leaves without another word, both of your pink elastics wrapped tight around his pale wrist, despite you trailing after him to try to get them back. 
You spent the whole day in preparation, both mentally and physically. You think about everything he might make fun of in your room while shaving your legs, what he might steal from you this time while doing your makeup, and if he’s feeling generous enough to give back the hair ties he stole today while you put on a low-cut shirt. 
Once he gets to your house, you both get straight to it and decide to settle on a plot to be able to start writing. “How about a romance between a bodyguard and a princess?” His laughter is so loud, it nearly shakes your bed.
“Absolutely not. How about a hero having to travel to the underworld to kill a dragon but it turns out that the dragon ends up being the hero of the story and the other guy is a villain?” 
“That is way too long and confusing for a 10 minute play. Plus, a play is meant to be performed on stage. How are you going to get a dragon on stage, Eddie?” It’s your turn to reject his idea. 
You go back and forth for what feels like hours. He keeps making fun of all your romance ideas while adding in his own ridiculous fantasy, Dungeons and Dragons-sounding ones.
At one point, you could tell nothing was going to get resolved unless you didn’t appease him. So with heaviness in your heart and a disappointed sigh, you did just that: letting him win and settling for plotlines that would be too incoherent and messy to any other person but Eddie. 
Once you finally get to a reluctant agreement on an unsatisfying, half finished plot that incorporates both romance and fantasy, you settle down on your bed with your laptop on your thighs.
You finally start writing the opening lines when you notice Eddie wandering off to look through the room, pulling drawers open and touching all the knickknacks you’ve collected over the years. Apparently, he’s decided satisfying his annoying curiosity by looking around your room was a better idea than helping you out with your joint project.
While staring him down enough to hopefully get him to back off and get back to work, you notice how silly he looks standing in your room. His roughed up converse, old black jeans, fraying band tee, and the silver chain on his neck stick out from your feminine room that is full of pink and white decor and smells like strawberries. The only thing on him that blends in are your pink hair ties around his wrist. It almost makes you laugh, but then you remember the little work he’s done and you’re serious again.
You think he’ll get bored at one point and get back to work. But ten minutes later, his laptop has been sitting untouched, the screen shut off and collecting dust in the middle of your desk while he makes fun of the things laying around. It is very much driving you insane.
“Really, a stuffed animal? Aren’t you a little too old for this thing? It’s pathetic.”
He picks up your vanilla-scented bunny plush by the ear, letting it dangle before tossing it to the side when you barely spare a glance at him. You think ignoring him will make him get bored quicker, but it seems to only make him more determined to get a reaction out of you.
He pulls open another drawer and takes out a few condoms a friend gave you when you thought you might get lucky at a house party. You didn’t. But you kept them anyway. 
“What do you need these for, hm? Let’s be honest here, no one’s fucking you, sweetheart. I can tell ‘cause you’re so uptight all the time. You just need a good fucking to get that out of your system.” 
You tried to ignore it, you really did, but for the second time tonight, he won. Something about him being right about your sexual dry spell made you absolutely lose it. 
“Fuck you, Eddie-“
“You wish,”
You ignore his teenage boy-ish comment even though it made your heart drop in rejection. “Go write your stupid play so you can leave me the fuck alone!” 
“Wait, I’ll do it in a minute just- fucking calm down. Clearly, I hit a nerve with that,” he mutters. You can almost hear the eyeroll that goes along with his frustrated sigh. You take a deep breath to calm your boiling blood before trying your next strategy to get him to write the rest of the play.
“Eddie come on, you said you’re only free tonight. I just need you to write the ending, and then you can go home. I already did most of it. Please, Eds.”
You feel pathetic to be resorting to such desperate pleading. But you know he likes it when you beg as he often makes you beg him to give back your dainty rings, pink lip gloss, or whatever else he felt like stealing that day. 
“Okay, let’s make a deal,” he gently pushes your laptop off of you and sets it to the side. At first, you think he may be surrendering and you won the war once and for all despite his victorious battles. That is until you remember a deal with Eddie is never a good one. He stands between your legs from where you sit at the edge of your bed. The closeness makes your breath shallow and your hands feel clammy. He stares at you with that stupidly mischievous smile on his stupidly pretty face. 
“For every line I write, you have to give me a kiss.” 
You freeze the second the words leave his plump, pink lips. Your heart feels like the only functioning organ in your body right now, beating so loud you think Eddie can hear it despite the small distance between the two of you. It only pounds harder in your ears when he steps almost impossibly closer, his intruding legs making the fabric of your skirt ride further up your thighs.
“Don’t act so shy now, sweetheart,” one of his rough, tattooed hands comes up to rest on your jaw, juxtaposing the softness of your skin.
“I saw those sexy little polaroids you left out on your nightstand. The one of you sticking your pretty tongue out and the other of your pretty tits, that’s my girl in those pictures, yeah?” 
My girl. My girl. My girl. His words repeat in your brain like a mantra, a prayer that someday you will actually be his girl despite all the dirty things he’s done to you. 
He takes your silence as a “yes” and as an opportunity to continue with his teasing. “You’re a smart girl, you would’ve remembered to put them back. Did you leave them there on purpose ‘cause you knew I was coming or are you just really that dumb?” 
Shit, you think. He caught you. 
Tears prickle in your eyes out of embarrassment and something else that makes your stomach twist into painful knots. It’s way too hard to look him in the eye, so you focus on the loose thread of your skirt instead. 
“I- Shut up, Eddie,” you try to say, but your throat gives out and you end up whispering the words. 
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t let you sulk for long, pushing a finger against your chin to look back into his eyes. His thumb trails over your mouth, tracing your bottom lip that’s been set into a small pout since he first started talking about kissing you. As if weighed down by an anchor, your heavy tongue has sunk to the bottom of your mouth, completely incapable of letting out any words. 
“Are those pictures just for me, baby?” He tuts while dragging down your bottom lip. “C’mon, answer me,” he urges while his fingers tap against your lips a little harder before dropping back to your jaw. All you can manage is a tiny nod, head too busy spinning because you’re embarrassed and so close to him and miss the feeling of his thumb against your lips. 
“There she is, my pathetic girl, so thirsty for attention. I like the one of your panties. How’d you know I like looking up your skirt, hm?” His question is a sarcastic nod to all the times he’s flipped your skirt up in the halls. Just thinking about the mix of humiliation and pleasure you get from him exposing you makes your face heat up with warmth while your mouth slips out a desperate whimper. You hope he doesn’t notice the red-hot warmth on your cheeks.
“I wanna make a new deal, okay?” 
“Oh,” you breathe out through your heavy pants, hoping your hum didn’t sound too disappointed. Your brain is finally coming back to you, finally processing that this is really happening, and Eddie Munson is really giving you the attention you’ve been craving since you met him. The anchor on your tongue slowly comes back up to the surface, but your body still feels weak. 
He tilts your head back and presses his lips to move down your neck while his nose tickles at the sensitive skin. 
“We’re gonna start with a simple kiss cause I'm dying to taste those pretty lips,” He nibbles at you until he feels you nod from above him. He presses open-mouth kisses on to your flushed skin between his words. 
“Then, I’m gonna finish -kiss- writing my part -kiss- while you ride my thigh -kiss. You don’t get to -kiss- cum -kiss- until I’m done. Okay?”
You feel like you’re floating, so pleasurably dizzy it’s turned your head to mush. It’s hard to keep yourself upright, eyes rolling back, body nearly giving out. You try to remember why you hate Eddie so you could give yourself a reason to push him off. 
Unfortunately, the part of you that likes Eddie has completely taken over, not even a sliver of hate for the boy left in your brain. You only remember you have to respond when he bites the skin of your neck much harder than the tiny nibbles he’d been placing on so gently before. 
“Yeah- yes, please,” you plead, pushing yourself up on shaky wrists to reach him. And then he’s moving forward, smashing his lips to yours, caging you in with strong hands on either side of your face. The butterflies in your stomach turn violent, pulsing and pulsing until you feel like you’re exploding in pleasure. He tastes of cigarettes and something sweet you can’t quite place. You pass whimpers on to Eddie’s lips like tiny secrets you want him to keep, trusting him with all your pretty sounds. He’s pulling away far too soon for your liking, but his hands drifting up your skirt brings a new kind of pleasure and excitement. 
“Look at you, you’re already feeling better. I like you a lot more like this,” he mutters.
“I don’t want you to like me-“ You try, you seriously try so hard, to think of a mean comeback like the ones you usually bite back with. But all you can come up with after that sensual kiss is a pathetic lie, and both of you can see through it. 
“Really, that’s all you got? That’s okay. You’ll be fucked speechless by the time I’m done with you.” 
Your breath hitches when his middle fingers brush against the hem of your panties. “Need to take these off you, sweetheart.” You don’t really process his words, just eagerly nod until he’s kneeling in front of you, hooking his fingers over the waistband, and pulling. You lift up your hips to help him get them off. You’re not sure why you pull at your skirt to keep him from glancing at the sticky mess between your thighs, and you’re also not sure why Eddie lets out an amused huff when you do. 
He pulls the fabric down slowly, stopping to press a kiss to your knee when he slides it off your clothed feet. He scoffs and tugs at the lace of the white frilly socks you’re wearing, ‘cause it’s so you. He doesn’t dwell on it too much, though, instead bringing his attention to the lacy ivory thong in his hands. A jolt of arousal shoots through you as you watch him bring it up to his nose to sniff at the fabric. 
His pupils are blown with lust when he opens his eyes again, so enlarged there’s only a sliver of brown left behind. “Better than I ever imagined, baby. Bet you taste even better, but we can test that out later. C’mon, we’ve got a play to write, yeah?”
You hum out a response while firecrackers burst pleasure into your veins. He puts your panties in the pocket of his black denim jeans, making you bite your lip ‘cause he looks so fucking hot. You wonder if you’re getting those back, but you already know the answer to that question the second the thought runs through your head.
After he gets situated on your desk chair with his laptop in front of him on the desk, he beckons you over with a nod of his head. You step over to him on weak knees, until you’re close enough for him to pull your leg over his thigh.
You don’t drop yourself to sit on his thigh yet. No, you can’t just yet because the cold air of the room reaches your wet cunt, and you suddenly realize that you’re seriously about to grind your clit on Eddie Munson’s denim covered thigh. Eddie Munson, the boy you hate, or are supposed to hate. You freeze with a knee between his legs to keep you upright. You break eye contact with him ‘cause you don’t think you can handle looking straight into his tantalizing eyes. He seems to notice your hesitation and takes his hands off your thigh. 
“You okay, baby? We don’t have to do this,” he says, his big brown eyes looking like pools of sweet toffee. You don’t think you could ever say no to him, even if you wanted to.
“I want to,” you mutter, heart racing in your ears. You keep going when you realize he doesn’t believe you. “Just got nervous, but I wanna do it.” He nods and tugs on the hem of your skirt, signaling you to sit down properly on his thigh. When you finally do, you jolt forward, not expecting such intense sensitivity between your legs. That stupid smirk you’ve grown to hate appears on his lips, and you find yourself wanting to kiss it off instead of slap it off. 
“Whenever you’re ready,” he says while putting his free hand around your waist.
You inhale deeply through your nose and start making movements small enough to create a friction that’s just barely there. When he notices you’ve begun to rut against him, he presses a wet kiss to your cheek and diverts his attention to his laptop and begins typing. 
Without his full attention on you, you gain more confidence to move your hips until you’re fully grinding on him with a hand on his shoulder. The roughness of his jeans catches on your soaked clit just right, sending bolts of pleasure through you like electricity running in your veins. 
You watch him concentrate with squinted eyes and his bottom lip slightly bit between his teeth. You want to reach over, kiss him, and soothe the bite with your tongue. Instead, you bring your thumb up and pull on his lip, watching it pop out. He gives you a small appreciative smile and gets back to writing without another glance. It should leave you unsatisfied, but you feel too good to dwell on it. 
His hand sits on your lower back, drifting down to the tops of your ass when you rut forward. The only sounds in the room are the quick clicks and clacks of Eddie’s keyboard, the gushing wetness of your cunt, and your sex-dripping, breathy whimpers. Eddie’s hand on your back travels down to your hip, guiding you to rock against him much rougher this time. You bite back a moan at being manhandled in a way the sprouts chills from your core to your skin. You rut deeper and deeper until the bundle of pleasure starts growing in your lower stomach. 
Through cloudy eyes and static ears, you notice he stops typing. His head comes down to rest against your shoulder, lips pressing kisses to your warm skin. Your breath hitches into a shallow moan when your mind wanders to what those same kisses would feel like on your pussy. You turn to watch his eyebrows furrow in thought until he hums, sits back up, and starts typing.
Feeling needy for attention, you grab his hand off your hip and bring it up to your neck while still rubbing against him with the same vigor as before. 
“Naughty slut,” his raspy words and pretty smirk ignites another wave of wetness to drip down from you. Your eyes roll back when he squeezes the pressure points that makes your brain get all fuzzy. You feel his hand drift back down your neck, but you’re already grabbing it again to get more attention. 
“Please hit me, Eddie. Please, please just slap me,” you beg, your bottom lip sitting heavy into a pretty pout that he can’t say no to.
“The more you distract me, the longer it’s going to be ‘til you get to cum,” he doesn’t spare a glance at you. 
“Please, Eds.” You hold his wrist against your chest, clothed tits pressing against his skin, and squeeze it while you continue to beg. “Just one, please?” 
He sighs and without warning, slaps his hand across your face hard enough to hurt, but not enough to bruise. You let out a whine while a fresh set of tears start to sprinkle in your eyes. Your body gives out, making your head lean against his shoulder while you keep rutting back against him, tears-staining your cheeks so prettily. 
He doesn’t notice you’re crying until your sniffles replace your whimpers against his neck. With a furrow in his brow and a pout on his lips he pulls your head back to see your tears. 
“You okay, baby?” He smooths a hand down the cheek he slapped. 
“Yeah, it jus’ feels so good,” you promise, hips coming back down to rub yourself even harder- deeper. 
“Look so pretty when you cry,” you hear him whisper into your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You lay against him again, eyes fluttering shut from the strong friction against your core. Your breath hits his neck each time you puff out an exhale, raising goosebumps on his skin.
“Is it b-e-a-r- or b-a-r-e when someone says bear with me?” You nearly laugh at his audacity to ask you such questions when you’re floating in a completely different headspace. 
“It’s- oh god. The first one,” the end of your words drift off into a moan when his fingers clutch hard enough to leave bruises on your hip. Your hands tangle into his hair, while you change the pattern of your thrusts to be much shorter and quicker. 
“That’s my smart girl. Thank you.” His words only make the mess under your skirt even messier. You pump your cunt faster against his leg, the bubble of pleasure in your stomach growing and growing until it’s threatening to pop. He seems to sense this and halts your movements against him. 
“Woah, slow down. I still have a bit left to write. If you cum early, you’re getting a punishment, okay? My good girl doesn’t want that, right?”
My good girl. My good girl. My good girl.
You whimper in response, the words echoing in your head. Your hips go back to rut against him ‘cause your mind is too flooded of him, him, him to fully stop relieving the painful ache. You feel like you’ve been rubbing against him for what feels like hours, but in reality is probably ten minutes. His typing feels slower and slower the longer you hold in your pleasure. 
That is until you hear him close the laptop.
“I finished, but you have to beg me to let you come and maybe I’ll think about it.” That evil rasp that sits behind his voice has the tears returning to your eyes.
“Please, Eddie, let me cum,” you’re breathless and it’s so hard to get words out. 
“That’s the best you can do? I’ve seen you do better.” 
“I’ve been good- so good, can I cum, please?” you wrap your arms around his neck and press his forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, getting pleasure from just being close to him. “I’ll do whatever you want, please. I’m yours, Eds, just wanna cum on your thigh.”
“Hm okay. You can rub your tight, messy cunt all over me ‘til you come, baby.” And then he’s bracing your hips with strong hands at either side to guide you into your climax. It’s so sudden and so fast that you can’t help the moan that leaves you when you come, loud and breathy.
“That’s it, good girl.” Every push against his thigh feels electric, making you grit your teeth together and squeeze your eyes tight as the shocking waves of pleasure explode and explode until he’s slowing down the rapid pace of your hips and you’re riding out the rest of the high.
“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he whispers against your ear before smoothing a hand up and down your back, pressing soft kisses to your temple. When you open your eyes again, moving back to cup your face with one of his hands. The intensity of your climax juxaposing his gentle actions has you leaning forward to kiss him, unable to stop yourself. 
He kisses you back softer than before, delicately brushing his lips across yours. With your head clearer than earlier, you can finally focus on him, letting the smoky sweetness of his mouth invade your senses until your insides feel warm. When he pulls away, you’re chasing his lips for more, wanting to kiss him just a little longer before you go back to reality. He lets you get two kisses in before separating again. 
“You know this means I’m not gonna stop being mean to you, baby,” his face is twisted into a serious look. 
“I know, I didn’t think so,” you mutter back, lip pouting at his expression that’s borderline upset.
“Just means I get to ruin my girl now, yeah?” His smirk is back, so your worries are gone.
“Yeah, ‘m your girl,” you mutter dreamily, head falling back down against his shoulder.
“You wanna go to bed? Could get you some water or a snack.” Heart swelling, you revel in his sweetness.
“Can we just stay like this? Just for a little bit longer, please?” Your voice is tired. Every part of you is tired. But you want to appreciate the moment before it’s gone. 
“Whatever you want, sweet girl. Was thinking I could swing by tomorrow, and we can finish editing the play?” Oh god, the play! You’d nearly forgotten. 
“It’s okay, I can do it. I don’t want to bother you.” 
“It’s not a bother, sweetheart. What time should I be over?” You tuck your hands between both your bodies, occasionally brushing your fingers against his lean torso. 
“Eddie, seriously. I have no problem doing it. Didn’t you say you were busy for the rest of the week?” He laughs with that brilliant, contagious smile on his face. 
“I lied about that. I was just so eager to see you, I wanted it to be tonight.” You’re giggling along with him, despite your slight confusion on why he’d want to see you after he’s been so mean to you. 
“Okay, you can come tomorrow-”
“Yeah, that’s what I plan on doing. Think you gave me blue balls.”
You’re so flustered it nearly hurts. “Thought we were actually gonna edit the play…”
“Oh, yeah, we can do that too.” He looks at you with that stupid boyish smile that has you swooning.
“I hate you,” you murmur and for the first time you don’t actually mean it. 
He lets out an amused scoff, “yeah, I hate you too. I have to leave though it’s getting late.”
You nod and get off him, slightly disappointed that he has to leave so soon. It is nearly midnight though, and you should probably start cleaning yourself up and get ready for bed. You don’t miss the wet patch on his jeans where you were sitting and neither does he. But you decide to ignore it for the sake of not being embarrassed.
“Kiss for the road?” And how can you deny him when his hair is all messed up and his eyes look so soft. You give him a quick one, tucking his bottom lip between yours before pushing him towards the door of your room. 
“Wait, wait,” he hushes you, catching your hips and pulling you closer for a better kiss. One that has you leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his neck until you’re both pulling away breathlessly. 
“One last thing,” he drags himself over to the edge of your bed. Your heart flips when he picks up the sultry polaroids you so carefully left out. “Can I keep these? Just to help me get off tonight since you’re the one who caused this,” he points down to the prominent bulge in his jeans. That white-hot feeling returns to your cheeks and you’re nodding, trying to get your words out steadily. 
“Yeah- yes, take them, but I want them back,” you say as you lead him out the door to your room and walk him to your front door. He walks out, turning back to you.
“Can’t promise they won’t be covered in-”
“Bye, Eddie,” you slam the door in his face ‘cause maybe you’re back to being mean or maybe ‘cause you would’ve either passed out or dropped to your knees right in front of him if he finished that sentence.
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qprstobin · 9 months
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I want a Steve who genuinely doesn't want to play DnD because it's just not his thing! He enjoys watching and thinks some of it seems fun, but just isn't interested in the time commitment, or the math, or various other parts of it.
HOWEVER he does demand, like a child when they find out someone is writing a book, to be put in every single campaign as a random npc. He doesn't want to sit down for hours roleplaying, but he does want that seductress in the tavern to have good hair and be named Stevana.
And this isn't like, something the others don't know about, it's very obvious who it is each campaign. Sometimes Eddie even convinces Steve to do the voice for the character if it's a fun one and Steve isn't at work. Steve enjoys how much it both amuses and gets on various Hellfire members nerves, especially because his characters are always... Pretty out there.
Gareth and Jeff tend to be amused by Steve's characters, unless they are actively getting in their way and even then Jeff at least normally just finds them hilarious. Freak continues to want to study Steve like a bug. A crowd favorite for the CC members but a point of annoyance for the Party was the character that Steve pitched that was infatuated with that quest's main villain and would appear randomly just to say something really suggestive about the big bad, inconvenience them somehow even in a really minor way, and then dip. They were definitely supposed to be rescuing Stefano at one point but he was basically kidnapping himself at several points. Dustin is perpetually annoyed because Steve won't play with them for real, but he WILL play a random bimbo that starts them on a quest and enjoys flirting with the older members characters.
(Will and Lucas are... Maybe a little disappointed he's never flirted with their characters but also, Steve would never do that lol.)
Eddie is fine with it, he thinks this is a great compromise. He gets that Steve doesn't want to do hours long storytelling sessions, but this way he still gets to enjoy time with Steve doing one of his favorite things - creating characters and writing the most annoying stories possible. He loves that Steve is participating in even just a small way, and honestly only having him participate for a little bit at a time is better for Eddie's ability to stay on task anyway. He knows Steve wouldn't have fun being a player but he also knows Steve loves being a problem.
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dawntainbobbynash · 3 hours
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Bobby’s gonna be so confused when he gets back to work though and his entire team is saying “Who cares?” about everything
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