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Summary; Your boyfriend and his band are hosting a Halloween themed show for the holiday. Things are going well until Eddie suddenly decides that he wants to fuck his girlfriend on stage.
Warnings: voyeurism, Creaming, penetrative sex, Cockwarming?, Spitting, Humiliation, Mean!Eddie, Overstimulation? Eddie plays the drums in this sorry.
You sway your hips to the beat of the current song that your boyfriend was playing. You were dressed in a short dress that went along with Eddie's outfit because he wanted to match.
He kept meeting your eye throughout the whole night and you could tell he was becoming more and more impatient throughout the songs that he was playing. The song came to an end and you heard “We're going to be taking a quick break and then we'll be back guys.” Your boyfriend said through his microphone putting his sticks down.
Some people let out a whine as they didn't want the band to stop playing and others took the time to get something to drink or use the bathroom. His bandmates took this time to go catch some groupies that were eyeing them all night so it was just the two of them left on the stage.
“Come up here baby” You had a little smile on your face as you had your way up on the stage. He pushed his chair back with a lustful look in his eyes. As soon as you made it close enough to him and cupped your face into his hand and slammed his lips into yours.
Letting out a small whimper Eddie lets out a deep groan with finally being able to feel his lips on your moving in sync like waves in the ocean. He detaches your lips and attaches them to your neck letting his tongue roam your neck he lets his hands travel to your legs and lets his hand creep under your dress. He uses his pointer finger to feel the dampness collecting in your panties.
In a hurry he pulls them off and puts them to his nose, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he smells your essence on them. “Fuck you are so perfect baby, I just want to take you right now”
You let out a small chuckle that he took as you mocking him. He quickly wrapped his huge hands around your neck causing the air from your lungs to disappear. He was about to say something until one of his managers came in.
“You guys can finish up later, the next set is starting” Eddie takes this with a grain of salt and moves one of his hands to your cheeks squeezing your lips together your lips are now in a pout. “Open your slutty mouth now” you try to open your mouth as much as his hand would allow Eddie to move closer to your face and let a glob of spit travel onto your tongue.
It feels like it travels down your throat and you swallow it. He rubs his thumb on your cheek before you feel a sharp pain on it making your head be forced to the other side. The pain hurt but it turned you on and actually put a smile on your face. Your boyfriend wasn't mean to you for no reason. He genuinely thought that you were making fun of him (which you weren't) but you're not going to tell him that you liked him when he would mean like this.
Someone clears their throat and you try to scramble off the stage forgetting that someone was still there but Eddie grabs your waist. “No you don’t, you're going to sit on my cock during the rest of this performance since you think this shit is funny.”
He drags you over to his drum set unbuckling his black pants and taking his cock out of his boxers. You could already tell he was hard just by looking at him and he grabs your wrist. Rubbing the shaft he rubs it against your pussy for a couple of moments before slamming his cock into bullying his thick cock into a tight pussy you let out a loud gasp feeling his cock fully stretch your walls out.
Tears sprung in your eyes as you didn't have any time to adjust. Eddie's bandmates were already making their way up the stage not even batting an eyelash when they saw you sitting on your boyfriend's lap. Before you could say something or even protest everyone started flooding the doors and surrounding the stage.
He picked up his sticks and you closed your eyes to hide the fact that you were in pure bliss right now. He leaned close to the microphone. “I hope you guys don’t mind that I have my lady here with me, you guys know how it can get with them sometimes,” he said and the crowd laughed.
You were trying so hard not to show any kind of emotion but the feeling of thrusting his hips into your stomach was doing so many things to you right now. Looking down you see Eddie's foot pressing down pon the petal to hit the drum as he bounced up and down along to the beat of his music. Looking into the crowd you saw how everyone was enjoying themselves in their costumes under the orange lights in the stadium.
Then as the song picked up going to the chores so did Eddie’s pace. He leans over to your ear “Everyone in this crowd can see how good you're being fucked, How does that feel?” he asked and you said nothing the pleasure you were feeling was way too strong. “Answer me right now before I pull out of you and actually show all these people how hard you're being fucked, sweetheart.”
“It feels good Eds, so fucking good I’m going to cum soon daddy.” The ending of the song was approaching and so was your orgasm. “Cum all over my cock give me everything you got” trying to keep your straight face you turn your face into his shoulder as you felt the knot at the bottom of your abdomen about to snap.
With one last hit of his drums, you cum sinking your teeth into your boyfriend's shoulder to block out your screams Eddie reaches down secretly rubbing your clit and riding out your orgasm, feeling you cream all over his cock clenching your walls around him causing him to cum deep inside you. Suddenly you cry out again as another song begins.
You forgot that that was only the first song of the second set.
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cosmal · 1 year
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KINKTOBER DAY EIGHT — FACESITTING WITH EDDIE MUNSON
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*:・゚ summary — eddie convinces you to ride his face.
*:・゚ warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her prns. face sitting, face fucking, reader is a little self-conscious, doubtful, encouraging eddie!!!!
*:・゚ word count — 1.7k
Eddie has you sprawled you atop his bed, thighs spread, held open by his meaty palms, and you sit there, palming your tits lazily. You’re down to completely nothing, he’s still in his shirt and boxers. You don’t think it’s all that fair.
“Eddie?” You call. He looks up from where he’s laying on his stomach, face between your legs. He smiles, all toothy and lovesick.
“What’s up, baby?” He asks, squeezing at your calf attentively. 
You turn your knee inwards and he stops you, palm flat. “You’re being very quiet.” You say matter of factly.
He kisses your knee with wet lips, “M’thinking.”
“Yeah?” Your voice becomes quieter the closer he inches to your cunt. “That’s scary.” you giggle.
He nips at your skin and chuckles. “That’s mean,” He kisses your leg where he’d bitten you, “No, thinking about you. About us.”
“Eddie?” You ask again. Your heart beats fast with worry and your face screws up. You sit up a little so he can see you better, leaning back on your elbows.
His grin puts your thoughts at ease. But still, he looks mischievous. You nudge him with your foot when he doesn’t elaborate.
After a beat, he says, “Want you to sit on my face.”
Your breath catches, “What?”
Eddie chuckles, “Want you to ride my face, baby. Like when I eat you out, but you’re on top.”
You laugh like he’s joking, But when he doesn’t join in with your unsure laughter, break out with a stupid joke, your voice rises in pitch, “I’ll squash you, Eddie.”
He kisses further up your leg until he’s at the width of skin between your cunt and thigh. It tickles and he grins when you shiver, “That’s the whole point.” He says into your skin, voice low and sultry.
“C’mon, Eddie.”
He looks up at you, eyes stern but still with that stupid grin, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, you won’t squash me. But it’ll feel good. Promise.”
The thought of sitting on his face scares you, but the way your tummy tingles and your thighs instinctively move to rub together has you thinking that it might be okay. It could be…fun.
Eddie crawls up your body until he’s leaning up on his hands beside you. His face hovers above yours and your cheeks tickle when he breathes out. Moving down to catch your lips with his, he says, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know that right?”
You would never feel pressured with Eddie. Never. You nod reassuringly before turning to kiss his forearm beside your head. “I know.”
“But…” He pauses, “I think you’ll have a lot of fun.”
“How do you know that?”
Eddie looks offended, face screwed up, “You think I don’t know my girl?” He pokes you in the side of your ribs and you squirm, bursting into a fit of light, airy giggles. “I know how much you love it when I fuck you with my tongue.” Your breath catches but not because of the tickling. He knows you too well. Reads you for filth. But, who wouldn’t love it? “But, I’ll love it more if you’ll sit on my face.”
 He’s working you up, you can tell. You hate that it’s working.
It doesn’t take much more convincing. Just some reassuring before he’s laying flat on his back, naked and too ready, and you sit at his side.
He pats his chest, skin slapping, with a smirk he knows you detest, “C’mon, baby. Up here.”
You roll your eyes, “I hate you.”
He tuts, and braces your legs until you’ve climbed over his chest, thighs on either side of his ribs, “No. You don’t.”
He palms at your thighs, tugging to ease you down. You lean down until your centre is snug against his chest. Eddie shivers at the wet warmth, still grinning stupidly when he watches you settle. Folds spreading below his pecs.  
You spread your hands over his chest, bracing yourself for what’s to come.
You, you think, giggling.
Eddie palms your thighs, smile turning confused, “What’s so funny?”
You shake your head, “This is so stupid.’’
“You think?”
Eddie looks at you, genuinely concerned. Brows high and pinched. You melt when he massages your skin lovingly. You feel so eased it’s a little scary. Maybe it can be both, you think. Daunting because you’re outside your comfort zone, but calm because you’re doing it with Eddie.
“No, no.” You shake your head, “No, I’m being stupid.”
“What? No, you’re not.” He says, soothingly, “Just take a breath, yeah?”
You do. You breathe deeply as he grasps your thighs to shuffle you closer up his body. You stop when you hover just above his neck. His breath feels hot against you and you clench unthinkingly. “You’ll tell me if you want me to get off?” You squeak, bracing the headboard with a too-tight grip. Your hands shake around the wood.
“My mouth might be a little full, baby.” He chuckles.
“I’m serious, Eddie. Pinch me or something.”
He pinches you and can’t help but glare at him. Stoic, he says, “Okay, yeah, I’ll pinch you or something. Just, fuck, sit on me already baby, Wanna taste you.”
“Okay.” You say breathlessly.
He guides you until you hover above his face. You close your eyes before he leans up to kiss your clit. You still don’t have the strength in you to sit completely on him yet. Still wary.
Slowly, he kisses at your skin. Over your folds, wet with anticipation, hot lips roving over you. He darts his tongue to catch your bead in his mouth and you jolt. Your legs kind of buckle and he takes his opportunity to pull you flat against his face, nose pressing into your mound.
He hooks his arms over your legs and pulls until you’re completely snug against his mouth, like the space between you is too big. Like he can’t get you close enough. With a probing tongue, it runs down to your weeping hole to gather your slick, dragging it back up to flick around your clit.
With every exploring lick, you jolt and twitch. Eddie laughs through you and it only causes more twitching. He pushes up under the hood of your clit and swirls, and swirls and swirls. Laps at you like he’s a thirsty man. 
His fingers press cruelly into the dough of your thighs and you have to stable yourself against the bed. Chancing a look down at where he’s sat below you. His head bobs back and forth, and his fringe crushes against your clit with a numbing pressure. It tickles and you can’t help but squirm against his face.
You push down with your thighs to balance yourself, bringing your hands to his forehead to brush away his hair from his face.
Grinning and messy, he pulls back from you, wet with a glistening sheen of your slick. Groaning, he says, “Fuck, baby. Makin such a mess.” Slurping, he darts his tongue back out to catch the dribbling wet like he can’t waste any. “Taste so fucking good.”
“Eds.” You whine, tugging at his hair probably too roughly. Hating the teasing in such a compromising position.
“Okay, sorry.” He doesn’t waste any time in wrapping his lips back around you. He’s slurping and licking, and if you had it in you, you’d be embarrassed. But, it’s too late for that now.
At a pace that has your fingers flexing through his hair and your legs shaking, he laps at you, pulling you close again. With his nose prodding into you just above your clit. You feel your high building in no time when he slides his hands along to use his thumbs to spread you open.
He explores your hole with his probing muscle for a quick moment, licking his way back up to flick at your clit again and you clamp your legs around his head, shoulders digging into your ass. Unravelling in his strong grip, he palms and licks until you feel yourself jolting with overwhelming pleasure.
You rock yourself against his wet face, trying to search for a release that feels excruciatingly close. Your legs tingle and your tummy aches in the best possible way. A whimpering, stimulated mess. When the feeling begins, you grind down, using his hair for stability.
Fucking yourself along his tongue, a searing heat overwhelms you, cunt clenching around nothing as you moan and cry out. You seize up around him and your knuckles turn white where they grip the headboard when his head switches movements, wriggling his face against the flat of your cunt, nudging every last nerve ending. 
When you begin to pant heavily, you remember yourself and where you’re sitauted. “Fuck,” Pushing yourself from his face and down between his legs. Squeezing your own legs shut. 
There’s a beat of only panting and sniffling before he sits up, smiling madly. You blink, panting out a sorry.
He chuckles deeply, “Fuck, baby. That was insane. You’re insane.”
You push yourself onto your ass until you sit. He pouts, “Stop, c’mere.”
He reaches out for you and let him grasp your arm and willingly pull you into his lap. You can feel his hard-on underneath your bare ass, pushing up against you. He kisses your neck, travelling up to your cheek with sloppy, wet kisses, stopping where your eyebrow ends, right across your temple. “Did,” Kiss. “Did you have fun?” Kiss.
Beaming, you say, “Yeah, I think I did.”
“You think?” He asks indignantly, a little faux offended, “Babe, you squeezed me so hard with those pretty thighs I couldn’t hear.”
You slap his chest, “Stop it.”
“It was quite rude actually. Couldn’t hear you moaning for me.” He laughs.
“Oh, poor Eds.” You entertain his teasing for a moment. He’s too cute.
He presses his nose into your neck, kissing for a moment and there are only the noises from his mouth before he nudges your face and says, “Oh, Eddie!” He moans, voice all high to impersonate you. You clamp your hand around his bicep, “Fuck, Eddie! Don’t stop! Fuck feels so good!”
You nudge him in his side and frown, “Stop. I don’t sound like that.”
He pecks you once more, “You’re right, baby. You sound much prettier.”
You roll your eyes like he didn’t actually do a good impression of you. You do kinda sound like that. You hate him.
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latenightsimping · 1 year
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Kink the 1st - Shibari
Summary: After a bad day, all you want is some downtime with your boyfriend. And downtime includes some rope and a whole lotta fun.
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader
Word count: 4,693
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, bdsm, shibari (using rope), oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos), aftercare, lots of fluff, sex with a lil humour sprinkled in as a treat, just quite sweet really? porn with plot, softdom!Eddie, sub!reader, reader has a vagina, use of petnames (sweetheart, angel etc.)
AN: Massive shoutout to @mantorokk-writes, @steve-harringtons-slut & @charlie-heatons-whxre for giving me a boot up the arse to get Kinktober kicked off! Hoping to do at least once a week? I got ideas for the next one, but if there’s anything you wanna see please lemme know! Hope you enjoy!!
You’d both had a hell of a day.
Everything that could go wrong, had gone utterly wrong. Murphy’s law, and all that. Work had been a drag; usually, you could have sworn the diner was cursed or haunted, considering how temperamental the old machinery in there could be. Today? Today, you were sure gremlins had snuck in during the night shift and were determined to fuck with you any way possible. The coffee machine went bust, the dishwasher refused to turn on, and to top it all off, your boss was in one of his shitty moods.
You’d finished up your day shift in a mood that caused your whole features to harden, practically scowling the whole way on your walk home. Usually, you didn’t mind the twenty minutes it took to get to your little run down home, but it was just that little bit too cold to be pleasant, and you’d forgotten your jacket on your rush out the door. Yet another straw to the camel’s back, and you could feel yourself beginning to break.
Though the dark cloud looming over your head didn’t shift fully, it lightened a few shades as soon as you stepped through your front door. The place was pretty run down; when you had first moved in, you could tell the previous owner was still firmly stuck in the 60’s. Wallpaper peeled off the walls, stained jaundice from cigarette smoke, and the kitchen was in desperate need of a renovation, “A fixer upper,” Eddie had told you, when you’d first seen it with him. At first, it all felt like too much. Sure, it was the only thing you two could sensibly afford, but it was hard to see the bigger picture. Luckily, Eddie could see that picture clearly. You kind of missed that honeymoon phase now, when you’d first moved in and spent your free weekends decorating. Painting the walls side by side as the radio played, only getting into a paint fight once. Alright, two times, but you couldn’t leave Eddie that smug that he was the victor. He was quite the handyman, as it turned out. Wayne had come to help, lugging heavy toolboxes, and the Munson men had got to work fixing loose fittings and squeaky hinges. You’d supplied the beer and lunch, watching the two men from a distance as you painted old photo frames that you’d thrifted.
Your home wasn’t perfect. A lot of the furniture didn’t match – a few pieces plucked from various dumpsters around town, the rest second-hand – some doors still had to be jiggled just right to open and close, and your oven seemed to have an attitude problem. But it was yours and Eddie’s. Various photos of moments of your relationship together dotted surfaces and walls, his beloved posters hung neatly in different rooms. His amps and guitars in the living room, your battered old record player and collection of vinyls beside them. Home wasn’t bricks and mortar. It was a feeling. It was feeling safe, and secure, and remembering that the stain on your couch was thanks to Dustin spilling Pepsi when he jumped out of his skin during a Halloween movie night. It was a feeling that soon, Eddie would be home, and you could ease each other’s minds without having to put much effort in.
You heard the roar of his van while you were making dinner, music blasting and no doubt pissing off the neighbours even further. By the time you took the plates out of the cabinet, you heard the front door unlock, Eddie’s voice calling out he was home. You could tell instantly that he had just as much of a shit day as you had by voice alone. The usually melodic timbre now sombre and flat, sounding bone tired. As he came into the kitchen, though he graced you with a smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. It made your heart slightly ache as you frowned at him. “Bad day?”
He hummed in agreement, hands coming up to scrub his face as he leaned against the counter. “Phil’s been riding my ass all day,” he murmured through his palms, arms dropping as he winced. “Shit, sorry baby. Didn’t mean to come in and just start complainin’.”
“No, tell me about it,” you said as you shook your head, busying yourself with serving up as Eddie moved to set the table. No matter what mood you were both in, it was a routine heavily engrained by now. Whoever cooked, the other would set the table and clean up after. Pretty much muscle memory, at this point.
“First of all, Tina called in to let us know that her kid had broken his arm falling out of a damn tree, so I was left to fend for myself. Then the shipment for that Dirty Dancing album still didn’t show yet again, and I had to deal with hormonal teenagers complaining no fuckin’ end about something I have no control over, y’know? It’s like they expect me to magically pull CD’s out of my ass or something.”
You nodded along as he complained about his day, pottering around the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and finally sitting yourself down at the dinner table. As Eddie talked between mouthfuls of food, you could see him starting to ever so slowly unwind. Having someone to vent to always helped him, and no doubt he was hangry from not being able to grab more than a couple of bites at work. He loved working at the record store, for the most part. He knew about music probably better than anything else, and it was usually slow and steady work when new releases that swept Hawkins like wildfire were readily available. But it seemed like for the both of you, today was just one of those days.
“But enough about me,” he sighed after a few moments of silence, grabbing his beer and taking a sip. “What about you? You look tired.”
“Feel tired,” you chuckled, shrugging as you leaned back in your chair. “Just the diner gremlins acting up again. You know, the usual.”
“Ah,” he nodded, clicking his teeth with his tongue. “Should really cast banishment in that place.”
The serious tone of his voice, mixed with that whisper of a smirk, never failed to make you smile. “Yeah, should really get on that,” you nodded with a mock look of sincerity. “Hard to find any warlocks around town, though.”
You both smiled, tensions easing as you fell into that comfortable bliss that you could both create with one another. The rest of the meal was spent with small talk; everything and nothing, including Eddie asking you if you’d still love him if he was a worm for some reason. To which you replied honestly. Of course. Only the finest soil and decaying leaves for worm Eddie. That seemed to cheer him up.
At first, you wondered if he wanted to just cuddle for the night, considering how you both had a long day. But it seemed that the good meal had given you both energy, and all it had took for you to agree with his slightly raised eyebrow as he suggested going to the bedroom for a bit of playtime was that certain look in his darkened eye as he gestured his head towards the stairs. It was something you both enjoyed often, especially when both of your minds were racing. A way to turn your brains off, for one to relinquish control and the other to reclaim it. Working in tandem to a headspace where nothing but each other’s bodies existed, soft inhales and exhales between locked lips and soft sounds of ecstasy. And by the look on Eddie’s face, he needed it just as badly as you did.
“Turn around a little for me, angel.”
It had felt like hours since you started, but you knew it was realistically not too long ago. The sun had settled behind the horizon just before you sat down on the bed, the bedroom now softly illuminated by the lamps on the bedside table. Eddie had taken his time undressing you, pressing kisses to your skin after each layer was dropped to the floor, beginning to sink you into that place in your mind where everything became slightly fuzzy and dreamlike. He had chosen the hemp rope from the selection that you had both acquired that lived in the bottom drawer of your dresser, and you slowly closed your eyes as you relaxed into the feeling of the soft strands whispering across your skin as he worked.
From the endless conversations that you’d had with Eddie about using rope, you knew it had just as much of an effect on him as it did for you. But it came from another angle. Where you were happy to give up the control for the however hours it took, revelling in the sensation of being restrained and cared for, he found it intensely helpful to have a single thing to work on. He wasn’t thinking about work, or bills, or the trash that needed to be taken out. He was thinking of the intricate folding and gentle tugging of the rope to create works of beauty that made you look so ethereal, so beautiful, nothing else but the here and now. It soothed his mind that was constantly racing about a hundred different things at once, and it was nice to have a repetitive, comforting task. And you have to admit, he was getting really good at it. He would spend hours pouring over books that he got from God knows where, always wanting to try new positions or knots. And you were more than happy to indulge.
Tonight, he had chosen his favourite ties. A pentagram harness that decorated your chest and cupped your breasts, using the extra length to secure your arms in a box tie. Both hands cupping your elbows as comfortably as they could, with enough rope to let them rely on the strands to hold them up. He was getting started on your legs, and judging by the way he wanted you kneeling and the two lengths of red rope in his hands, you had an idea with what he wanted.
Shifting yourself as much as you could with his helpful grip on you, you turned to face the foot of the bed, halfway down the length of it to give you enough space. His warm hands lingered on your skin, smoothing over it as you softly sighed at the sensation.
“Still with me?” he whispered, taking great effort not to be too loud in case it startled you. He knew that you were more fragile in this state, always attentive to when your shoulders slightly sagged and your lips parted. You nodded slightly, and you heard him huff in slight amusement as he gently squeezed your knee. “Need to hear you, baby.”
“Still here,” you murmured, taking a second to take a deep breath before you opened your eyes. Your gaze drifted to him, and you could melt under the look he was giving you. It wasn’t the hard, steely glare that he sometimes had when you played rough, the one that sent shock waves to your core. The look still held control, but God, he was looking at you like you were the finest masterpiece that he’d ever laid eyes on. It made you feel like a priceless piece of artwork in the best way possible; like you were made to be looked upon and revered, worshipped even. But you wanted him to continue, and to finally sink into that place where nothing existed outside of those four walls. “I’m green, Eds.”
He smiled at your use of the traffic light system that you used – green for continue, orange for slow down and red to stop completely – and pressed one final kiss to your temple before he resumed his work. As you suspected, it was a frog tie. Your thigh secured to your calves, making it impossible to move your legs and keeping you kneeling. You opened your eyes just enough to watch his face as he secured the final ties, and you couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the way the tip of his tongue was peeking from his lips, eyes narrowed as deft fingers pulled and knotted the strands. He must have caught you staring out of his periphery, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he tucked away the loose ends and leaned back to take you in. “Well, aren’t you lookin’ all pretty? Gimme a lil wiggle, gorgeous.”
You did as he asked, being careful not to topple over as you struggled against the restraints. Just like you knew would happen, the ropes didn’t yield, sparks shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy when you realised that you were truly helpless. You could feel how wet you’d become during his work, most likely already forming a damp spot on the sheets. You knew he liked to watch you squirm, and you could tell it was having an effect on him. He was still fully clothed for now; you knew it was for a reason. A non-verbal show of who had the power, and it fuelled your headspace like logs to a fire. But you wanted him to touch you so bad, to finally give that part of you attention that was now grabbing all your attention, and you let out a small whine as you bit your lip, giving him your most sultry look to try and entice him.
Eddie could read you like a book. He knew exactly what you were trying to do, yet he was seemingly playing the clueless card as he tilted his head. “Something the matter, baby?” he asked, a brow raised as he smirked.
“Please,” you mewled, knees separating even further to expose just how soaked you were. “Please Eds, need you to touch me.”
“But I have been,” he countered, face slowly morphing into one of knowing as he tutted once. “That’s it, isn’t it baby? Need me to take care of you? Need me to touch that pretty little pussy of yours?”
You nodded frenetically, letting out another small noise of need as you desperately tried to gain some friction on your clit, trying to rut against the bed and failing to gain any contact thanks to the position you were in. “Please, I wan’ it,” you whimpered, worrying your lower lip between your teeth.
You watched as he reached behind you, laying down two pillows behind your back and pressing a large palm to your chest, fingers curling under the pentagram of your tie as his other hand rested on the back of your head. Gently laying you down with a show of control that had you reeling, you settled on your back, thankful that the pillows left a gap for your arms to slot into, making the position a lot more comfortable. Your knees came up closer to your chest, falling to the sides and exposing you even more than your previous position. Eddie towered over you, sitting on his haunches as his eyes followed every curve and dip of your body, a look of hunger evident in his eyes as his palms skated over the insides of your thighs. So close to where you wanted him, but not enough. Not nearly enough. “You know the rules, baby. You gotta ask me real nicely,” he murmured, a small smirk on his face as he relished in the power.
“Pleeeease.” Your voice sounded so small, elongating every character or the word as your back arched. “Please Sir, please make me feel good. Need it so badly, wan’ you to make me come so much.”
You knew the honorific would wreck him, and judging by the low groan he let out, you were going to have what you wanted. “How can I resist when you say it all pretty like that?” he said, voice gruff and low in the way that it did whenever he wanted you. You watched as he shifted down the bed, laying on his front as he peppered your innermost thighs with kisses. “Gonna keep those legs open for me like a good girl, sweetheart?”
You nodded vigorously. You’d agree to anything, do anything, sell your soul to the fucking Devil if it finally meant having his mouth on you. And fuck, you almost came when he licked a languid stripe from your entrance to your clit, latching onto the sensitive bud as his tongue swirled around it. Your eyes screwing shut as your head tipped back, the sensations of his moans vibrating against your cunt as he continued his ministrations sending you barrelling towards your climax that much quicker. All you could hear were the sinful sounds of wetness and messy kisses to your slit, Eddie’s mumbles against your skin of “you taste so fucking good,” and “so wet f’ me,” making your legs shake as you rutted against his mouth, desperate for your release. You felt his finger enter you, one at first, hilted to the last knuckle before a second joined it, curling until it hit that spot that made you see stars behind your eyes, that coil deep in your gut tightening and tightening until it reached a near unbearable tension.
“Gonna- Fuck Eds, please, gonna…” You could barely think, barely speak under his skilled tongue and hands, but you wanted his permission. Knowing that with it, you could come undone even harder, until the tiny remains of thoughts finally slipped out of your grasp. All you wanted to feel was the bliss, and to know that he was the one causing it.
“Come for me baby, I got you,” he urged, fingers pumping into you eyen faster, words garbled as he didn’t let up from his task of swirling the tip of his tongue against your bud in dizzyingly fast movements. “Let go.”
It was his words, a final jab to your sweet spot inside you, and a soft suck to your clit that finally snapped the last remaining threads of your tether to reality. Your jaw fell slack into a silent scream, back arched and head thrown back as you tightened around his fingers, hips bucking as you rode out your orgasm. The restraints fuelling it, elongating it, as you writhed underneath them and found no escape. The pure hedonistic ecstasy causing your walls to pulse, even after Eddie removed his fingers from you.
Crowding over you after you managed to catch your breath and wrench your eyes open, Eddie kissed you with fervour, all teeth and tongue as he settled his weight onto his forearms on either side of your head. You could taste yourself on him, a pleasant tang that you grew to love whenever he kissed you after going down on you, the shame long gone about it. “You doing okay?” he murmured between kisses, lips trailing down your chin and across the length of your jaw.
“Green,” you managed to whisper, suddenly needy for him again, now he was finally on top of you. You craved him; you craved the fullness of his cock deep inside you, knowing it’d send you toppling over the edge again. During the moments of your comedown he must have got undressed, since you could feel his bare chest against yours, causing the rope to rub against your skin deliciously with his every movement. “More, please. Need you more, Eds. Fuck me.”
He huffed out a small laugh, now tracing his canines over the soft flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. “Planning on it, pretty girl. Just gotta check you first, ‘kay?”
You were confused for a second, until he pulled away enough to turn you to your side. You felt his fingers gently pinch the tip of your own, checking for good blood flow. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt it, adoring how even in this moment, he would forgo his own pleasure just in case there was a hint of you being uncomfortable. “Feels fine,” you nodded reassuringly, words ever so slightly slurred. “Can go on for a bit longer.”
You were starting to come back to yourself, though everything was still hazy. Like your mind was replaced with cotton wool, like a fogged up mirror after a hot shower. Placing you back down gently, he smiled as he kissed you again, feeling the expression against your own lips. One of his hands reached between your bodies, and you felt the tip of his cock rub against your slit, eliciting a high pitched keen from you that he gleefully swallowed down as his tongue explored your mouth.
Eddie could be patient, when he wanted to be. And right now? Now, he was pacing you, stretching you out so slowly you thought you would combust. You swore you could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, each thrust stealing the air from your lungs as his lips never left your own. You could hear his soft grunts and whines as a hand comes up to stroke your hair away from your face, his hips setting a slow pace when he finally bottomed out into you.
The fact that this was lovemaking so tender, so stark against your restrained body clad in rope, that made it all the more intense. It’s not like he didn’t have the tendency to be rough with you on other occasions, and as much as you loved it, you were thankful that he chose tonight to worship your body. The bad day you had was so far away, when all you could feel was him, the way he rutted into you so carefully, as if you were made of fine china. The hand that tucked away the errant hairs came down to explore you, brush against your pebbled nipples, one after the other, trailing down your stomach and to where of you both met. Circling around your sensitive clit and made your cries even louder. You knew you weren’t gonna last long.
“M’close,” you managed to puff out, wriggling as much as your prone position afforded you to fuck back against him, the urge to come again starting to balloon inside you, until it was all you wanted.
“Me too,” he replied through gritted teeth, pace beginning to get irregular and more frantic as his hand settled on your hip for leverage. “Come with me baby, ‘kay? Can feel you getting so tight, shit.”
All that could be heard were your mixed sounds of pleasure; his grunts and low moans, your high keens and mewls as you tightened around him, walls pulsing and milking him for all that you could. You felt him twitch inside you, the tightening of his jaw the indicator that he was finally there. He spilled into you for what felt like hours, hips still rutting into you as if to push his cum as deep into you as you possibly could, and you loved the sensation of it. He finally slumped after the last few groans, resting his forehead on yours as he panted hard to catch his breath. You were doing the same, and you loved how you seemed to be breathing in tandem. His exhale to your inhale, and vice versa. Sharing air in a way that felt so intimate, making your head spin as you started to finally come down.
You both lay there what felt like an age, until the ache of your joints finally started to seep in, reality hitting you that you’d been in the same position for a while. Eddie must have picked up on your squirming, pressing one last kiss to your temple before slowly pulling out of you. You gently whined at the loss, and he smiled at it, giving you an apologetic look as he kneeled in between your legs and started to untie them. “You back to Earth yet, space cadet?” he asked you, the little quip making you giggle.
“Getting there,” you nodded, slightly hissing as he ever so gently started to ease your left leg straight, discomfort shooting through your muscles as he did so.
“I know baby,” he murmured, soothing you as he gently massaged your thighs and calves to get the blood flow back to them. “Sorry, should’a thought to let your legs go before I fucked you.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” you smiled, looking down at him as he worked on the other leg. “Was really fuckin’ hot being fucked like that.”
“God, it really was,” he wistfully sighed, taking a second to marvel at the indents that the rope left on your skin. Tracing his calloused fingertips over them, the motion making you bite your bottom lip and let out a soft moan at how good it felt. “Take it you wouldn’t mind doing this tie combination again?”
“Would I mind,” you scoffed, a playfulness coming back to you as you nudged his waist with your ankle. “If you make me come like that again, you can do it whenever you want.”
“Noted,” he smirked, tossing you a wink as he reached forward to carefully take hold of your shoulders. “Gonna help you sit up, if that’s okay?”
You nodded, allowing him to guide you until you were sitting as he settled you on his chest. You perched your head onto his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne and a smell that could only be described as Eddie as you nuzzled into his neck. “Y’ smell good,” you mumbled into the skin.
You felt his laugh rumble though his chest against yours more than you heard it. “I probably smell like nothing but sweat at this point, sweetheart,” he answered, carefully letting your arms fall to your sides as he took care in massaging them like he had done your legs. “Been at work all day and just came so hard I think I saw God for a minute. Need a shower after all that.”
“Noooo,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck now they were finally free, hating the idea of him leaving your embrace. “Shower later. Cuddles first.”
Though it surely made his task more difficult, he didn’t make you separate from him as he uncoiled the rest of the harness around your chest, shushing you gently as he carefully pulled the beginning knot from around your middle. “M’ not goin’ anywhere yet, sweetheart. Cuddles first, promise.”
That appeased you enough, letting your eyes close as you felt yourself be gently moved until you were laying down, your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat begin to slow to a normal pace. He only shifted you one more time, so he could pull the blankets up over you, making sure you were tucked in and warm enough as he kissed the crown of your head. “Did so well f’ me, angel. Such a good girl.”
Your only answer was a small hum of acknowledgement, sleep starting to pull at your mind as you began to drift away. You were so cosy, and so warm and felt so loved. You could barely remember what had led you here, to this moment. All you knew was that before, you were having a bad day. Now, you were finally so relaxed that you couldn’t find it within yourself to move.
“You fallin’ asleep on me baby?” Eddie whispered, sounding amused as he stroked soothing patterns up and down your spine, the motion aiding you in drifting off.
You vaguely remember nodding, before you finally dozed off. And you could remember him saying something about a shower, but you were too blissed out to worry about that. Knowing Eddie, he’d probably wake you up in a while to clean you up and get you changed into fresh pyjamas. But right now, all you wanted was him. To feel him so close to you, and to feel protected and cherished in his arms.
And you felt exactly that.
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Kinktober Day 2: Floor Sex with Eddie Munson
eddie munson x f!reader, minors dni! WOW this took me forever and a day to get out. i wasn’t feeling inspired but then i realized… eddie’s van has a floor! i still struggled with this one so it may be all over the place. also i know i’m a few days behind now but i’m just going at my own pace!
desperate reader, slightly dominant eddie, pinning wrists down, slight degradation
Somehow, Eddie always knew what you needed.
On days where you just needed to talk and complain to get your thoughts and feelings out of your head, he was there to listen. On days when you barely felt up to saying a few words, Eddie would fill the silence by rambling on about anything to give your head a break from thinking.
On days like this when you needed mindless, forget-about-everything-else sex, Eddie was more than happy to be there for you and do whatever you wanted.
“Can you like, pull over? Somewhere?” You asked, your knee bouncing up and down while you fidgeted in the passenger seat.
“That bad, huh?” Eddie asked, side-eyeing you as a smile came to his lips. You huffed and rolled your eyes but nodded regardless. Eddie laughed once and shook his head. “Wait like, three more minutes—“
“Eddie,” you whined to cut him off.
Eddie just raised an eyebrow and glanced at you amusedly.
“Like I was saying, just wait a few more minutes and I’ll park somewhere less conspicuous,” he said as he shook his head once more. “As metal as fucking on the side of the road is, I can’t afford another run in with a cop right now.”
You giggled and nodded along.
“Fine,” you sighed dramatically. “But hurry.”
Eddie glanced at you again as he turned onto a road you didn’t think you recognized.
“You sure you don’t wanna talk about—“
“Nope,” you cut Eddie off, not trying to be rude. You had a sweet smile on your face. When you saw the hidden concern in Eddie’s eyes, you sighed a little. “Maybe after you fuck my brains out.”
That got Eddie to laugh, and you laughed with him. You didn’t want him to worry about you. There was nothing really bad that had happened, it was just a lot. You were pent up and frustrated and sometimes, this was all you needed. Eddie already knew that, but you could tell he was less worried when one of his hands reached over and rested on your thigh.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said as his thumb swiped back and forth. “I got ya’.”
You smiled and felt your cheeks heat up, and you couldn’t help getting slightly distracted by Eddie’s hand on you. Distracted enough that you didn’t realize that Eddie had now parked somewhere— wherever you were. You didn’t notice that the van had stopped until you heard Eddie undo his seatbelt.
You jumped slightly and moved your eyes from his hand on your thigh to his face for a moment before you were on him.
You had practically ripped your seatbelt off and launched yourself at him, not caring about whatever parts of the car were in the way between you.
Eddie grabbed your hips to steady you as your lips met, hungrily and messy. Your hands wound up in his hair while he pulled you in closer. It was an awkward position, you leaned over the median of the van, half in Eddie’s lap while you greedily made out with him. And it wasn’t enough.
“Eddie,” you breathed out between kisses. “I need you.”
Eddie stifled a moan and nodded.
“Get in the back,” he said, pushing you back slightly. You nodded quickly and hastily moved yourself off of him and crawled into the back of the van.
There were a couple blankets and pillows thrown around the back, but you didn’t care about comfort at the moment. You just wanted Eddie.
Eddie followed behind you and you whined quietly as you laid back and looked up at him looming over you. Your hands went to your shirt and started to tug it up, but Eddie stopped you.
“That’s my job, isn’t it?” He asked as he took your hands and pinned them down next to either side of your head. You glared up at him and he smiled. “Impatient.”
You nodded and held your glare. Eddie smiled more and leaned down, just above your lips.
“Careful, princess,” he whispered. “I could tie you up back here and then drive you right back home without even touching you how you want me to.”
Your eyes widened and you shook your head.
“No, please Eddie, don’t,” you said quickly. You were too riled up to really process that he wasn’t being serious.
Eddie laughed and kissed you while letting go of your hands. He moved his hands to the sides of your face and you whined at the touch. Just his bare hands on your skin seemed to add fuel to the fire.
“Eddie, please,” you panted as you arched your back to press yourself against him. “Now— I need it. Need you.”
Eddie groaned and gently bit your bottom lip, making you moan and squirm underneath him.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed out as he pulled away slightly to look down at you. “Whatever’s bothering you so much has you acting like a bitch in heat.”
You moaned at his vulgar words and nodded your head. He wasn’t wrong, entirely. Your frustrations had built up over the week and you were at your limit. You just needed him to push you over the edge.
“You gonna do something about it, Eddie?” You teased, your voice raspier than normal. Eddie’s gaze on you darkened as he leaned back down and kissed you harder.
His hands left your face and traveled down to your hips, where he yanked your shirt up quickly, pushing it up over your breasts. He squeezed one of them, making you whimper against him before his hands traveled further down your body.
He was quick as he unbuttoned your pants and pulled the zipper down. He bit your bottom lip again as he shoved his hand in your pants, groaning when he found that you weren’t wearing any panties.
“Whore,” was all he breathed out as he ran his fingers up and down your already soaked cunt. Your words had spurred him on and he was being quicker and rougher than he usually was with you. At least, rougher than he usually was right away.
“How’s this for doin’ something about it?” Eddie asked as he shoved two of his fingers all the way inside you. You gasped and arched into the touch as Eddie started pumping his fingers in and out of you. The wet sounds coming from between your legs should have been humiliating, but it just turned you on more.
“Not enough,” you gambled with your words. You were walking in dangerous territory by taunting Eddie.
“Oh yeah?” Eddie asked, an eyebrow raised. “That so?”
“Mhmm,” you moaned, still moving your hips in time with Eddie’s movements. “It’s not enou— ah!”
Eddie’s fingers suddenly curving and curling inside you, finding that sweet spot that only he could reach, made the words die on your tongue.
You squeezed your eyes shut and arched your back again, letting Eddie take the reigns and fuck you with his fingers as fast as he wanted to.
“Not enough, huh? Seems like that was a lie,” Eddie teased as he pulled back so he could look down at you. Your face was contorted in pleasure and he knew you were hurtling towards your first orgasm. He swore he could have cum right then and there, just from watching the pleasure on your face.
You were so close. So when Eddie abruptly pulled his fingers away from you, you couldn’t help the strangled cry that left your throat.
“What the fuck, Eddie?” You growled as you opened your eyes. Those same eyes widened when you saw Eddie reach into his back pocket and pull a condom out, ripping the top off with his teeth.
Eager as ever, you started to try and pull your pants off as Eddie undid his belt and unzipped his own jeans, not bothering to take them fully off as he pulled his cock out. But he stopped you from getting very far.
“I’m gonna have to pin you down while I fuck you since you can’t keep those pretty hands where they should be,” Eddie said as he tsked and shook his head. You whined and watched as he carefully slid the condom onto his cock, making sure it was on correctly. Something about even that always got you going too. Eddie moved his hands back to your hips and he smiled down at you, somewhat sinisterly.
“Because, like I said, this,” he said as he hooked his fingers into the loops of your pants and yanked them down roughly. “Is my job, isn’t it sweetheart?”
You had gasped at the sudden movements but you nodded your head quickly.
“Y-yes, Eddie, of course,” you whimpered, eagerly spreading your legs for him when he got your pants all the way off. Eddie sucked in a breath at the sight and smirked while shaking his head.
“You really are like a cute little bitch in heat tonight,” Eddie taunted as he brought his cock to your entrance, but didn’t push in yet. You nodded and whined again. Eddie dragged his cock up and down your slit, getting his cock completely soaked with you before moving the head to your entrance again.
“Please, Eddie,” you cried out when he didn’t start fucking you again. “Make it better, please, baby.”
The desperation in your voice broke Eddie’s resolve a bit. He took a breath and moved both of his hands so they were instead wrapping around both of your wrists, pinning them to the floor of his van yet again.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got ya’” Eddie said for the second time that night, before he slowly pushed his cock inside of your cunt.
Finally getting what you had wanted all night, you cried out in pleasure and let your head fall back against the floor, squeezing your eyes shut as Eddie filled you. His hands tightened around your wrists as he bottomed out and groaned before pulling back out, almost all the way. He pumped back inside of you and you felt your cunt already squeezing his cock.
“Fuck,” you moaned and opened your eyes to look up at Eddie. His eyes were between your legs, watching as his cock kept disappearing inside you while he started gaining a faster pace. You couldn’t help another moan as he started fucking you just how you wanted it.
Eddie looked back up at you and smiled at the already fucked out look in your eyes as you moaned beneath him. He leaned down and kissed you hard, keeping up the pace as he thrust his cock in and out of you.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Eddie said against your lips. You whined and felt your pussy tighten at his praise. Eddie felt it too and groaned. “Always so pretty, but so. fuckin’. beautiful right now.”
Each word he punctuated by thrusting his cock deeper inside you, making you gasp each time he did so. Eddie bit his own bottom lip slightly as he moved your wrists above your head so he could hold them both down with just one hand instead. He used his free hand to hold your cheek for a moment before trailing down your neck and across your chest, tweaking your nipples between his fingers a few times each.
Your head tipped back and your eyes slid shut again from the pleasure between your legs, amplified by Eddie playing with your nipples. When he started pinching them harder, you cried out and felt yourself get that much closer to cumming right then and there.
“Eddie,” you whined, dragging his name out. Your voice went in and out with how he was thrusting into you and you whimpered. “I w-wanna cum.”
Eddie laughed from above you and you whined again.
“Don’t tease tonight, I just wanna—“
“Shh,” Eddie cut you off as his hand teasing your nipples traveled further down your body. He groaned as he squeezed your thigh once before bringing his fingers to your pussy again. When his fingertips began rubbing small circles into your clit, you were sure you saw stars behind your eyes as you cried out and started squirming beneath him. “Don’t hold back on me. I want to lose count of how many times this pussy cums on my cock.”
At Eddie’s words and permission, you lost your mind. You came almost immediately, writhing and struggling to move under Eddie’s grip on your wrists. Eddie fucked you through it, moaning and holding your wrists down tight as he fucked into you, feeling your warmth clench around him.
“That’s it, baby,” Eddie said through gritted teeth as you came. “That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
You sobbed out a moan and nodded weakly, your head still in the clouds.
“Your girl,” you repeated back to him. Eddie smiled and released your wrists. You automatically wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him as he continued to pump his cock into you. When you whimpered and dug your nails into his shoulders slightly, he started to pick his pace back up.
Now with two free hands, Eddie began playing with your nipples and your clit at the same time. You almost screamed and started pushing your hips up to meet his thrusts again.
“Fuck, Eddie!” You cried out as you felt yourself getting close again. “I’m gonna— I’m gonna!”
Eddie just nodded and shoved his cock all the way inside you and stopped while he rubbed your clit faster and started pinching the nipple he was playing with.
You thought you saw some kind of deity in the white hot pleasure that blinded you as you came.
Eddie was relentless as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, right on the floor of his van. He never let up or gave you any chance to catch your breath in between. He fucked you senseless— exactly how you had wanted him to.
You were barely aware of it when Eddie finally came, shoving his cock deep inside you while kissing you again. You moaned quietly and wrapped your arms back around his neck, keeping him there for a few moments.
You were both exhausted as you lazily kissed, Eddie’s cock still inside you as it slowly began to soften. You still loved the feeling. You just loved feeling him.
Eddie broke away from the kiss to push his head into the crook of your neck and kiss you there slowly.
You giggled and felt Eddie smile against your skin. He raised an eyebrow.
“What?” He asked, not moving from his spot in the crook of your neck. You giggled one more time and hummed.
“That was still pretty metal if you ask me,” you said quietly, still giggling slightly.
Eddie laughed and shook his head.
“Metal indeed, sweetheart.”
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Kinktober Day 2: Vampires(Release The Bats)
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warnings: smut, vampires, biting, cheating, mentions of drugs, unprotected sex, creampie, slight mentions of death. pairings: Vampire!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader word count: 1.4k
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It’s been weeks since Eddie was left in the upside down. You often wonder if you’ll actually see him again. With the way Dustin had reacted to everything, you were sure that Eddie had actually died. But Dustin told you that he couldn’t really confirm it himself. You think maybe that the young teen is trying to be hopeful just like you, but you both believe that there is a big possibility that Eddie is actually dead. You try all you can do to get over him, but he was the person you loved the most in your life.
You spent most of your days mourning him, until you finally had to come to terms with the fact that you’d never see Eddie Munson again. Slowly, you tried to go out with your friends again. Eddie’s band and most of the hellfire club would still meet up with you and do things with you, and you slowly became the de facto leader in these two groups, and it made you feel a little better. You could take care of these areas of Eddie’s life; the parts which he’d never be able to return to. The thought alone left you feeling hollow. But eventually, things got a little better.
You met someone. Someone who made you feel a little like Eddie used to make you feel. This guy was so charming, he liked all the same bands you and Eddie did, and he just makes you laugh. But still, your heart feels so torn from the heartbreak. You don’t want to move on, but at the same time, you aren’t sure you can keep living your life pretending that Eddie is going to come back.
One night, after going out with your new love interest, you’re coming home and feeling pretty good. It’s been a while since you’ve felt this way. Your heart skips a beat as you make your way into the trailer. Both your parents are asleep in their bedroom, so you sneak past their door and go into your bedroom. You’re smiling so much and you feel like you’re floating on a cloud. This all changes when you see Eddie sitting on your bed.
“E-Eddie?” You ask in disbelief. It looks like him, but there’s so much that’s different about him. Namely that he isn’t dead like you think. Your heart is racing as your brain tries to make logical thoughts.
Eddie chuckles before getting up off the bed, “Cute boyfriend. Does he make you cum like I do?”
Your cheeks burn and you shake your head no. Your new boyfriend doesn’t make you feel good like Eddie used to, but at least he is trying. You don’t want to be sad anymore. All of this must be some stupid hallucination. A guilt-ridden blast from the past trying to fuck you up. Tears blur your vision as you try to make sense of what’s happening.
“I’m not dead, you know.” Eddie begins. He comes a little closer, and you can see the shine in his yellow eyes. They aren’t the chocolate brown eyes you’ve come to love. They shine in the moonlight and they look almost catlike.
“You are dead, Eds. Dustin said so, you should have seen the poor g-guy. Whimperin’ and cryin’ the whole time he came back from the upside down and—”
Eddie presses a finger on your lips. No more is the warmth from your favorite drug dealer and lover. It’s instead replaced with a cold. Inhuman cold. Cold that comes from beyond. Beyond the grave.
“Awhh, was he really that beat up over poor ol’ me?” Eddie asks, a smirk spread on his face. Then when he flashes you a cheeky smile, you can see fangs in place of his eye teeth. This makes you shudder in fear. This is truly Eddie…but it’s not him at the same time.
Eddie pushes you up against the wall, and you really feel like prey now. His nose brushes against yours as he leans in closer. He can feel your body shuddering, and he chuckles darkly. He gets to have you all to himself now. That new boy can’t do what Eddie does to you.
“Guess I need to remind my sweetheart of just how good it can be with me,” Eddie snarls before kissing you roughly.
It feels like time is standing still. You’re frozen in this moment with the love of your life. You can’t help but wrap your arms around him and pull him even closer. You no longer care if this is a dream or it’s something dangerous. You just want to lose yourself to the pleasure that is Eddie Munson. He means everything to you and you thought you had lost him forever. It doesn’t matter if he’s a vampire or something else. All that matters is that you can feel him right now. He’s here with you, kissing you, probably going to fuck you too.
“‘Missed you so fuckin’ much,” you murmur between kisses. Eddie sighs softly and he cups your chin.
“You have no idea how much I missed you too, sweetheart. Seeing you with this new guy, it hurt me bad.”
You whine softly, “I didn’t know you were alive…thought you were fuckin’ dead, you idiot.”
Eddie scoops you up in his arms, making you squeal slightly. He quiets you with a kiss and a warning look. You remember that your parents are just down the hall. If they found you in here with Eddie, they would freak. Not to mention, everyone thinks Eddie Munson is dead. So it would be bad news all around.
He wastes no time getting you naked. Usually, he loves to tease you and take his time stripping you. But now, he can’t hold back. He needs to taste you and to fuck you. He wants to make up for lost time. Once you’re completely exposed to him, that’s when Eddie begins undressing himself as well.
Your skin breaks out in goosebumps when you feel his long nails dragging across your abdomen down to your sopping wet pussy. A quiet whine escapes from your lips as he presses the pads of his fingers to your clit and begins rubbing in sloppy circles. It’s just the way you love it. It drives you crazy at how sloppy Eddie is, despite being in a new form.
“I need you, baby.” He presses a kiss to your lips before slotting himself between your legs.
You barely have time to react before he is teasing your folds and clit with the tip of his cock, and you cry out when he slips it into you. He’s so quick to quiet you with a rough kiss. He really doesn’t want your parents coming in here. But when he listens, he hears no commotion coming from down the hall.
“Gotta be quiet, okay? Can you do that for me, princess?” Eddie asks, and you nod your head.
You already feel so full with him deep inside of you. His balls are plush against your ass. You’re panting as you try to beg him to move, but he’s just enjoying this. Truth be told, your pussy feels even better like this than he imagined. He thinks he might blow his load too soon if he’s not careful.
Slowly, he begins a steady pace. You feel so close to your own orgasm already. You’re not sure if it’s the excitement of seeing him again, or maybe you just missed him so dearly. Your hands soothe down his back, then back up to play with his crazy mane of hair. He leans in to kiss you ever so tenderly, making your walls clench around him.
“Jesus—” Eddie chokes out. “Don’t do that. ‘Gonna make me cum way too quick,”
“It’s your fault. You made me do it.”
Eddie grunts as he picks up his pace. He reaches between the both of you to rub your clit just how you like it. You feel your body tensing in preparation for this intense orgasm. Tears well up in your eyes and you know that you’re in love. You’d gladly never see your new boyfriend ever again if Eddie asked you to. You try to moan out a warning that you’re going to cum, but you tumble off the edge before you can do so.
His eyes watch you as you come undone just for him. He leans in once more, and you feel his fangs on your neck. A strangled cry falls from your lips as he bites into you, moaning at the taste of your blood. You taste so sweet, and this is all it takes for him to cum inside of you. His hips snap as he paints your insides white.
Finally, he pulls out of you and he lays next to you. You roll over to face him and a smile is spread on your face.
“Now, are you ready to accept the gift I have to offer?”
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Seeing Stars Pt 15 | Eddie Munson fic
Star's flirty plan to scare off their bullies leads to an encounter in a supply closet that neither expected. Eddie flexes his dominant side and Star finds herself content to be told what to do for the first time. Eddie goes to see Star at the diner but witnesses an encounter with another man that leaves him feeling emotional.
TW/CW: NSFW: Use of f slur and qu33r from bullies. This could be a Kinktober entry really. Dom/Sub aspects. Use of kitten. Thigh humping to orgasm, anal play (f receiving), spitting, and talk/play with bodily fluids. Also, fluff from emotional validation and hard conversations Star and Eddie are having more frequently.
Part 1 if you missed it!
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It was the last day before winter break and there wasn’t anything proactive happening in Hawkins High. You got counted as present in the first period, then you could go off and hang out with your favorite teacher or the gym. Some people hung out in the courtyard if the weather was sunny enough. No one cared. There was an air of chaos and the Hellfire Club was enjoying it.
They sat on a section of bleachers, talking about whatever came to mind. As it always happened to be, Star sat next to Eddie. She’d used the free time to paint her nails, and she was now doing Eddie’s. They noticed they were getting dirty looks from the jocks who were planning on staying in the gym playing ball all day. Star was concentrated, sat with crossed legs sideways on a bleacher as Eddie sat Last Supper style at the head of the table among the circle of friends. He kept moving his hand as he spoke and she kept snapping at him. She was nearly done.
A rouge basketball made its way to the bleachers, a loud thump as it startled her and made her mess up. Her face snapped into a frown as she screwed the lid shut on the bottle, sat it down, and picked up the ball.
“Oops.” Jason grinned. “Sorry.”
“Go fetch, dog.” Star threw the ball at the opposite end of the gym away from them.
“Ugh, bitch.” she heard him say but she rolled her eyes. She nestled back down, the crew no more ruffled about it than any other instance of subtle bullying. Then it happened again.
“Our bad.” Jason laughed, the small pack behind him mirroring their leader.
“I’m in the middle of something here, dick wad.” she projected from her chest.
“Are you painting his nails?” one of them said.
“Yeah, what of it lemming?” Eddie barked back.
“What kind of faggot shit is this?” One said approaching.
“Chicks love it, man. You’d be surprised.” Eddie grinned.
“It’s true.” Star had the same predatory look on her face.
“So Star, what’s it like fucking a woman, huh? Or are you little queers rubbing your limp dicks together and leaving her out?” the group collectively sighed.
“Weird way to announce you’re a virgin but good for you I guess.” Star shrugged.
I’m not a-” he got flustered, the other guys smirking.
“You’d all know about rubbing dicks together wouldn’t ya?” Eddie smirked, his two index fingers pointed out to imitate sword fighting. “Or do we not talk about the dark recesses of Benny’s after a few too many?”
“Fuck you, Munson.” Jason joined in trying to defend his group.
“Fuck me?” he held a dramatic hand to his chest. “I’ll have to pass.” he winked to make Jason uncomfortable. Eddie’s group chuckling at the banter made Jason’s face go red.
“Fuckin’ freak.”
“And we’re back to our regular schedule programming, folks.” Eddie shook his head, his head moving wildly. “Keep those classic’s coming Carver, I never get tired of your sparkling wit!”
“How long that’d take? 1 minute before we’re called freaks again. This guy can’t get 2 full sentences out without stuttering and saying the same shit I’ve heard for the past 6 months. Get a new insult for christ's sake!” Star groaned.
“Fuck you too, Star.”
“You fuckin’ WISH, man. You PRAY to your little magic man in the sky every night that she’d ever let you do so much as pay to suck her fucking toes.” Eddie leaned forward, looking like a hunting animal, and Star was eating it up.
“You know what? Fuck you, Eddie, let’s go.” Jason tossed the ball to a teammate.
“Oh, he’s all riled up.” Eddie fanned himself.
“C’mon. Fuck you. Yeah, you. Right now.” he hit his chest like an ape to indicate he wanted to fight.
“Fuck Eddie?” Star asked with a tilted head.
“Yeah. Fuck him.” Jason nodded his chin out, rolling up his sleeves.
“You know what? Yeah.” Star grinned and everyone looked at her confused. She grabbed Eddie’s face with one hand and turned it toward herself, raising to her knees to look down at him. “Fuck Eddie Munson.” she narrowed her eyes and nodded her head to challenge him and he looked up at her with bewildered eyes. “You heard the man.” she shrugged before leaning in to kiss Eddie. She wasted no time throwing her leg over his lap and straddling him, deepening the kiss to put her hands into his hair. Eddie was frozen, he thought he was in a fever dream, the poor guy didn’t know what hit him. He thought he was facing the ultimate betrayal and now his love interest was on top of him, making out with him in front of everyone.
“What the fuck?” was the general mumbled consensus.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jason shouted, scratching his head. Star swung her hair to the side like some Hollywood starlet, looking over her shoulder with a toothy smile.
“You said to fuck him,” she said defensively.
“Oh COME ON!” Jason groaned and threw his hands up in the air. “Come on guys, fuck those freaks.” he held his hands out and a ball promptly found itself between them again.
“I was just doing what you said! I just wanted to fit in!” she shouted as she climbed off Eddie who was still looking like a deer in headlights. Dustin was bent over cackling. Mike wasn’t far behind, his face behind his hands. The other three older guys were a mix of blushing, smirking, and laughing themselves. Star straightened her clothes then Eddie’s who was sitting oddly straight and side-eyeing her.
“You’re insane and I love it,” Dustin said.
“That’s one way to get rid of them that I hadn’t anticipated,” Jeff said.
“Eddie? You good man?” Gareth started laughing, slapping his friend's shin.
“I think I’m doing fan fucking tastic.” his face finally broke into a laugh. “Do you think that has repeat potential? You wanna do that every time they give us shit because I would be very, very into that idea.” Eddie pinched his fingers together to appear serious as he turned to Star.
“I think that was a one-time deal, bud. Sorry.” she laughed.
“You can't drop a man like that and then say never again. That’s cruel.” Jeff teased.
“Life is cruel,” she said stoically with the back of her hand to her forehead. “When you can’t beat them. Confuse them. It gives you long enough to get away.” she explained.
“The rule of out weirding the enemy.” Eddie nodded. “Classic tactic. I appreciate the strategy, General. I did not want to fight him.”
“I didn’t want you to either. I still need to finish your nails.” And with that, she was back at her task.
They gave them plenty of shit about it but it was all in jest. Eddie certainly didn’t mind. Star was moving unnoticed, Eddie’s hand splayed as he was letting them dry. She took a pen from her bag, licking the tip before smoothly taking Eddie’s arm and writing on the back of his hand. He barely noticed. He was so used to Star touching him now that it barely registered sometimes. The comfort between them physically was obvious to anyone who knew what to look for.
“I’m gonna head to drama for a few,” she announced. No one thought anything of it.
“You comin’ back?” Eddie clarified as his head whipped to look up at her.
“You’ll see me around.” she winked and made an obvious gesture down with her eyes to his hand that was held out toward her as he gestured when he spoke. “Check you nerds later,” she said jumping the two bleachers down and skipping out of the gym. What a little weirdo, Eddie thought as his eyes turned to hearts. He stopped to admire his black-painted fingernails. He now noticed that Star had written on his hand. ‘003. 15 min. <3’ He suddenly knew what his next move was.
- Eddie descended the stone stairs into the basement of the school. It looked a lot less spooky during the day than I had when he’d shown Star around after Hellfire and the school was empty. A small window near the top of the wall was the only source of natural light in the cement-blocked room with its metal shelves. It was a catch-all for overflow, old chairs, desks, and some janitorial supplies. It mostly housed the school's heater. It was warm in the room, the metal container serving as a fireplace of sorts. He walked through the dim light past a corner and into a small recess where a door stood. He grinned, knowing what was waiting for him on the other side. He took a deep breath and stretched a bit, shaking his legs out and cracking his knuckles. He sauntered up to the door and knocked. Star opened it with a smile.
“Fancy meeting you here,” Eddie smirked.
“What’s the password?” Eddie scoffed and rolled his head, amused.
“Bad girl.” He rumbled, making her let out a girlish giggle.
“Accepted.” She stepped back into the small space. It had a large wheel on the far wall, a breaker box on the other, and not much else. The empty wall was the one Star was currently leaning against. Light came in the form of a very dirty above-head bulb light. It was dim and dusty but it afforded a relatively safe place to do some things that might get them expelled.
Eddie latched the door and slid tight to her. A forearm leaning on the wall above her, he looked down with an air of superiority.
“You wanna explain yourself?” He smirked.
“About inviting you here or earlier?" she asked innocently.
“Earlier.”
“I knew it had a good chance of working. I didn’t want you to get in a fight. Plus I got to kiss you and grind a little bit. I consider that a win.” She shrugged with a small sound to accompany it. With her hands behind her back and her hips pushed forward she gave him a wickedly inviting smile.
“Risky move paid off. Maybe you should bring that energy to D and D.” His voice was just above a whisper and deepened on purpose. It was warm and sweet and melty, like caramel as he let the words exit his mouth patiently. “I have to say, I was caught very off guard.”
“Element of surprise.” She let her eyes go wide with the word for a moment.
“I was surprised. Am surprised. I didn’t think you’d want anyone to think we were together since we’d been sneaking around.”
“I figured it was best to be quiet about us sleeping together to keep everyone out of our business. I didn’t think you’d want to deal with people giving us shit about it.”
“True. But a lot of people saw that. Now they’re going to think we’re together.”
Stars brow flinched in question. “So?” Her face told him she hadn’t worried in the slightest about that consequence.
“You don’t care if people think we’re together?”
“Psh, no.” She said obviously, less flirty and blunter. “Why? Do you?” She saw her face become concerned.
“No way. You kidding me? I’m flattered”. He put his free hand to his chest and looked down his nose at her. “But I thought you did.”
“Why would I care?” She sounded shocked.
“Since you didn’t want to date me I thought one of the reasons behind it might be that you wouldn’t want to be seen with me. Like that. That you’d be… ashamed of it, me.” his mouth was held tight, and a quiet honest voice showed her he was holding back.
“Oh Eddie, honey.” She cooed and took her hands to his face. “No! Never.” She said with her chest. “I’d be proud as hell. Are you serious? You’re amazing. I’d be parading you around like a thanksgiving float.” She laughed and he quickly fell behind. She let her hands back down after she gave him a more chaste affectionate kiss. “The reason why I told you I didn’t wanna date is the same as it was then. I couldn’t give you the real reason back when you first asked because I didn’t know you that well. I also didn’t want you to run and think I was a basket case if I was honest with you.” She confessed with a wrinkled nose. “I’m not where I should be to have a relationship. A real one. I mean a healthy one. I’m…” she chuckled but it came from pain. Laugh not to cry. “ all fucked up. I wouldn’t wish me on anyone. I’m not what you’d call relationship material. Or a more common phrase would be damaged goods. I’m all messed up in here.” She said with pursed lips and she tapped her head. “That’s the only reason.” Her hand showed open and palm up for him.
It hurt Eddie to hear this was genuinely what she thought of herself. But it sadly wasn't all that surprising with what he'd learned about her past. The relief he felt was just as damning, making him feel even closer to her despite her insistence they couldn't be together. Not in the way he wanted. The warmth of knowing she wasn't ashamed, that he wasn't a dirty little secret, something he had been in the past, forced a big sigh out of him. The comfort and validation of her words made his optimism that she'd change her mind stay alive.
“Is that your shrink talking?” He asked to lighten the mood.
“A little yeah. It’s mostly me.” Eddie knew it had to be entirely her ex. Girls like her don’t think things like that about themselves unless someone lowers them enough to where they start to believe it. “So don’t ever think it’s you, hun.” She added sincerely and he couldn’t help but smile at the reassurance. “It’s me that’s the problem. You’re great.” She said with a softer smile. He reached up to rub her cheek with his thumb.
“It's good to hear I’m not an embarrassment.” He admitted and kissed her. “For what it’s worth I don’t think you’re a problem. You’re great too you know.” He knew not to push it. It wasn’t his place. But he had an odd satisfaction in knowing she thought so highly of him in that way.
“I invited you down here to be horny and you’re being sweet again.” She leaned up to kiss him as he hovered over her. She made him laugh. She admired his face half covered in shadow like a Rembrandt painting. He was great. He was gorgeous.
“Did that little bit of show get you going?” He inquired with a whisper.
“I’ve got proof if you want.” A devilish smile crossed her lips as Eddie’s eyes went half-lidded at the suggestion.
“Show me.” He said with a faint demand to his tone. She unexpectedly took something out of her sweater pocket. She held up a pair of satin panties.
“I took them off before you showed up.” She smirked. She unfolded them from the little square she’d shaped them in and showed him the wet stained gusset. The satin was darker in the center, a slick puddle she tapped her finger to in the middle of it. The viscous liquid pulled away in a string from the fabric. “There’s your proof.” Her eyes were as dilated as his in the dark. The air felt heavier the longer they were close, feeling the ghost of the breath of the other across their skin. “I wanted to give you these. Not only because they’re extra well loved from me getting turned on from of you, but because once I had the thought of you wrapping that silky soft satin around your hard cock I got turned on again.” She said it as if it were a silly little inconvenience and it made Eddie groan.
“You are a little pervert?” He patronized.
“I am.” She nodded as wiggled her hips. The evidence faced out on her palm, he slid his hand on top of hers to place it in his without disturbing the proof. He locked eyes with Star and stuck out his tongue. With no shame or hesitation, he took the satin to his mouth and lapped up the remnants with a drawn-out drag of his tongue. Star's mouth fell open ever so slightly at the sight. He saw her chest start to rise and fall deeply. She couldn’t take her eyes off his mouth for a long moment as he licked his lips to drive his point home. He put the panties into his inner jacket pocket for safekeeping. “Fuck.” She finally exhaled as Eddie sucked his fingertips after tucking away the panties like he wanted to savor them. Star snapped, and with a sound of desperation she grabbed his shirt and he let her pull him down into a heated kiss. It was hands all over trying to find skin in the layers of clothes they wore. From hair to ass they groped and kneaded. They ran their tongues together outside of each other’s mouths in a twisted embrace. He pulled away and she had her mouth open, tongue out panting for him.
“You look more like the puppy right now, Star.” He pinched her chin and smirked.
“I feel like it. I’m so fucking horny.” She confessed and whimpered, hands grasping for his waist to pull him back. “You wanna… you want me to be a puppy? We could… I can be.”
“You wanna be a good girl for me?”
“Fuck yes I do.” She nodded.
“Tell me.”
“I wanna be a good girl. Lemme be your good girl.” She shifted uneasily from the ache she felt. Eddie shut his eyes at her words and hummed contently in his throat.
“Are you gonna do what I say?” He ran his thumb across her bottom lip.
“Yes.” She kissed his thumb as it followed the route of her lips.
“Open.” His voice was hushed, they might have been fairly safe in the closet but that didn’t mean he wanted to chance it. Her mouth opened with a squish, this hole as wet and pink and needy as her other one. “Tongue.” He asked. She stuck hers out to her lip, her eyes curious and gazing up at him. “I asked for your tongue. Don’t half-ass what I demand.” a stern tone that never got louder. She extended her tongue out as far as she could, a small ah escaping at the tension. Eddie placed his thumb on the pink pillow and took in the sight of her. She was hot and wet in all interpretations and the soft almost frictionless surface twitched under his finger. He made sure his thumb was covered in her spit. He swiped it across her lips with more force to bend the plush skin to his whim. With his ringed hand, he took her by the chin with strong fingers. He leaned in, hovering his face over hers. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, the wet sound her mouth made as it waited for his instructions. The hum of the heater outside the door filled the silence. Eddie lowered his mouth close to hers, she watched him suck his cheeks together, lips pursing before she saw the first bubbles of spit breach his lips. Astonished at the action she watched it stretch and land on her tongue. She felt her cheeks flush with blood, and her lashes batted, giving away her enjoyment. Again he rubbed his thumb over her tongue. He then pushed it farther into her mouth. She glimpsed up to him for guidance and the acceptance in her eyes was intoxicating for Eddie. She closed her mouth and sucked his thumb once, then a tension-filled pause that made him smile condescendingly at her. “Go on. You knew what I wanted without even asking. You really are a good girl.” His nose almost brushed against hers as he tilted in to tease her. She immediately resumed gifting her oral fixation. Her eyes closed and she exhaled noisily as he watched her warm mouth accept him as he slid his thumb in and out of her puckered lips. The tinted chapstick she’d put on in anticipation of him joining her was only a memory now, but her lips were silky soft to the touch. He pulled out his thumb, watching her eyes fluttering open and questioning why. She watched him then suck that same thumb into his mouth in one smooth motion. “Now swallow.” He nodded at her, making him appear taller with the combination of the movement and the energy he exuded. “I know you know how to do that.” He sneered, his hand moving down to palm himself in his jeans. She looked down as if she could even remember how to be shy around him. She did as she was told and smacked her lips, opening her mouth again as if to show him proof. “I must say, your eagerness to serve is positively delectable, sweetheart.” She was immediately pulled into the same spot she had been the first night she watched him DM. The power made sense now. The calculated, assertive gestures, showmanship, and projection all made her feel that dizzying flip in her stomach. She let an indulgent sigh leave her body without an attempt to hide it. The words he used and how he took his time saying them was a reminder that if he wanted he could give away how smart he was. His time as DM highlighted this side of him to her before she got to see it up close in action in its full glory. She thought, what an opportune time to address him formally since he was acting in such a way.
“I’m happy it pleases you.” She said with a pleasant smile he had trouble looking away from. She played into his energy so well. She always understood what he was going for. “Master.” His eyes flit your to hers in milliseconds after it left her mouth. The eyes gave her away every time.
“Oh, you want to play?” He grinned and challenged her back.
“I thought it was better suited than sir.” She didn’t hide the satisfied grin on her face from knowing it affected him. “Since you are my master.” She paused. “In D and D.”
“You know what I hear when you say that? That you would rather I own you than have me be simply an authority figure.” Star's eyes widened as she felt his hands move to her hips. “That says a lot about you little Star.” He tsks. “Don’t try to be cute.” He said with a bite, his face hardly a breath away. He moved her body without too much effort, switching their places. “You aren’t going to outsmart me, Little lady. So don’t try.” He’d found a button to push as he finally saw that spark in her eyes again. A shadow of a gasp, a pearl clutch, a raspy ‘how dare you’.
She opened her mouth, surely loaded with a witty retort. But she caught herself and shut it, calming her face.
“Whatever you say, Master.” She corrected. He hide the thrill of excitement that ran through him when he realized she wanted to play as badly as he did. A willing sparring partner, finally.
“I wish I could call you a good girl Star I really do but I just don’t believe you.” He smiled genuinely, dimples she adored and all. “Since you’re still wanting to misbehave I’m going to have to punish you.”
“I’m not-“ she began with a pout.
“Ah, ah! He slapped his hand over her mouth, pulling her against him. “You don’t disagree with me. I know what’s best for you better than you do. You got it?”
“Yes, Master.” She said behind his palm, her surprised eyes were much more compliant.
“Better.” He removed his hand from her mouth, as he focused on his stance. He slouched against the wall just slightly, jutting his one leg out that he’d pulled her onto. “I’ll give you what you want. Because by the time you cum you’re gonna be a good girl. But I’m going to make you work for it. I still see too much bad girl.” She nodded, hiding her disappointment only a touch as she lowered her eyes. “I like it better when you look at me.” He lifted her chin and she did as she was told.
“What do I have to do?”
“Since you were so sweet as to gift me your panties that means you aren’t wearing any. You’ve only got your leggings on. And I know those have a tantalizing little seam that’s probably already being eaten up by that pretty fluffy girl of yours.” He ran the back of his hand across the area in question. “And these leggings are thin aren’t they?" he cooed condescendingly. "Yeah, they are. So I know that you could feel almost anything brushing up against your sensitive lips.” He pushed his thigh up against her and she looked down to understand what he was doing. “Pull your skirt up for me, around your waist like that, yeah. Let me see that body of yours. Good.” He ran his hands up her thighs and to her hips to grab roughy. “You’re going to cum by rubbing yourself against my leg. You need to learn some servitude. Some respect. So making you rut against me like some needy puppy is going to remind you of how you are just that. With your big eyes and your pouting. Asking me down here because barely touching me made you wet.” He scoffed. “If you’re going to act pathetic I’m treating you that way until I believe you’re a good girl.”
“Yes, master.” She nodded, with reluctant acceptance. She hissed as his hand ran against her lips unexpectedly. He was right, her thick lips had nestled that seam right over her clit. He ran a finger up and down the fabric seam and saw her flinch.
“I know it feels good. You don’t have to hide it. Good girls show me how good it feels when I touch them.” She let her eyes flutter shut. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed audibly as his finger kept rubbing its track up and down her clit over her leggings.
“You’re right. It feels good.” She quietly spoke to fill the tension. He somehow felt like he towered over her despite having lowered himself slightly.
“Do you want to know one of my favorite things about your pussy, sweetheart?” She looked up with curious eyes and nodded.
“Yes please.” She said in a natural tone, she wasn’t pretending to be anything she wasn’t in the moment. She genuinely wanted to know.
“It’s the fact that I know at any time your clit is right here. He pat her with his fingers. “I know she’s out and begging for attention all the time.” He flicked the fleshy column under the spandex and she winced. “Your body was made to feel good wasn’t it honey? You can’t help that you're so needy, desperate for it all the time. It’s just how you're made.” He pinched the space between her upper lips and it sent her into a shiver. “Your pussy was made to be ground against me until you cum. With that sweet little button out like that.” He pat her again, harder and she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and closed her eyes. She was adjusting the mix of flattery and degradation. He didn’t speak too harshly, but Star was new to this so he took baby steps. He rubbed four fingers in a circle, letting her build. He wanted her sensitive and needy so she’d give in to the pleasure once he had her follow his orders. He was trying to set her up for success, after all. He wanted her to enjoy this so much that she begged for it again. Purposely his other hand moved under her sweater and over the thin fabric of her small tank top. Her nipples were already hard when he brushed across them. He knew what he was doing was working.
Star's exhales were lusty and lush, her cheeks getting pinker, her chest rising and falling faster. She was leaning into his touch. She arched her back for him to pinch and roll her nipples, something that had always very quickly turned her on. He could feel her hips starting to follow the rhythm he’d set. She was so focused, eyes and mouth closed and face serene. Then he saw the wrinkles start to form. He knew she was getting closer. When she opened her eyes and mouth to take in a gasp, eyes fluttering around in their sockets before rolling to look up at him he knew she was ready. He withdrew his hands from her and she mewled, her knees bouncing as she bit her lip searching for where his hands could be going. When they went to his sides and stayed there he swore he could almost feel her stomp her foot in protest.
“You are so goddamn cute when you’re desperate.” She opened her mouth to protest but realized it was a compliment. With a feminine light huff, she thanked him.
“I’m glad you're enjoying it at least.” She pouted.
“You’re enjoying it plenty. You’ve soaked through your leggings. You can’t lie.”
“I don’t like it when you stop.”
“It’s time to do it yourself. I helped you get all wet and needy. Now show me how much you really want it.”
“I like it better when you do it.”
“Too bad. Think of this next time you want to be bad. Show me you’re a good girl. Fuck yourself against my leg, kitten.” Stars ears perked up at the pet name. “If I’m your puppy you can’t very well be a puppy too now, can you? You can be my little kitty.” She blushed fresh across her cheeks, lashed fluttering with a non-verbal Stutter. “She likes that doesn’t she?” He smirked and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear to show the red ear tips to himself. He could tell she’d washed her hair just this morning and hadn’t done anything to it with the unique softness it had. What a gift to know someone so intimately he could tell when she washed her hair by touch. He continued the affectionate caress to her cheek and chin.
“I… think I do.” She mulled it over. It made sense at the moment.
“I know you do.” He moved so fast she was startled when he smacked her cheek. It was light but fast and sharp and jolted her awake. “Now stop stalling.” It worked, she looked down and started configuring her best approach. He let his arms fall to his sides again to make her do it herself. At first, the darling concentrated face made an appearance as he smiled dimple deep watching her. Small sounds of frustration left her scrunched face. They were different from her sounds of pleasure but only ever so slightly. To anyone else, they might sound the same. But Eddie knew.
She settled as close to him as she could, her thigh against his cock. She didn’t do it on purpose but she wished she had, knowing her every movement would now also be rubbing against him and not just her. She put her hand on his chest to steady herself. She found when she applied pressure and drug herself across him it felt the best. If she tilted her hips just right a smaller jumping motion would also do the trick. She started with the slower drag, trying to keep some of her dignity intact. He was right, it did feel good.
Star was no stranger to experimenting with herself. She was a pro at humping her pillows, she’d tested out the occasional chair arm or table corner. A stuffed animal or two might’ve seen some things they shouldn’t have. Once she’d gotten her vibrator she didn’t much find a need to do that anymore. She could tell Eddie was intrigued by how she approached the situation, her hips found a nostalgic sway and she let herself enjoy it. Eddie watched her like a hawk. The moment he felt her press down a little too hard, her hips quickening and the heavy breathing now routine he snapped her from her focus.
“Look at me while you do it.” her eyes opened to see her hand clutching his flannel. Her bright eyes swung up, her head still lowered and hesitant. She tried to keep up her pace that was set at about the same speed as her heart rate and still meet his eyes. She found it hard to. At first a quick glance away. Then one where her face shifted away and she tried again. It was a new feeling of embarrassment but without the hurt and anger that usually accompanied it. She felt a rush in her stomach that spread out warm and tingling into her extremities. She liked it. “You're having an awfully hard time. Are you embarrassed?” The condescension in his voice was thick and heavy. She nodded and bit her lip. A whine she hadn’t meant to let out escaped. “Lucky for you, good girls don’t have to think. They just do what they’re told and let it feel good.” He let her try again, and she did last longer but the build of pleasure waving over her made her glance away. Faster than she’d ever give him credit for her took her by the chin, thumb, and index forcing her to look at him. “I like looking in those big beautiful mossy eyes of yours. Don’t make me ask again.”
“M’Sorry.” She heavily exhaled. He was so good at making his usual soft-cheeked face look so stern. She was jealous of how he turned it on and off. She envied him.
“You’re getting so close to me believing you’re a good girl. Keep going.” His voice wasn’t sweet like it had been lately, quieter and deeper which made you flinch at the tone because it reminded you of being a kid and getting in trouble. Which is how she felt at the moment with her soaked center rubbing against the black denim.
She refused to look away this time. He held her chin in place and she focused. He didn’t scold her when her eyes left him to roll back. That was acceptable. They became sleepier by the stroke. She was breathing loudly, her body moving in a new way it was still figuring out as she tried different angles with her legs when she’d inevitably get tired.
“W-would you hold my leg up for me?” Her voice was sweet again, asking permission. Eddie hummed with gratitude for it.
“Will it make it feel better?” He saw by the way her eyes narrowed for a moment she wasn’t sure how to answer. Considering if it was a trap.
“It would.” She answered honestly. Which was the right move.
“I’ll help you, sweetheart.” He patronized her as he held her leg up at the thigh, letting her get purchase on him.
“T-thank you.” She moaned, finally satisfied with the friction. She held his shoulder, now trained to look into his eyes without him holding her in place.
“You’re very welcome, kitten.” He leaned in to kiss her, she expected his lips to be sticky with the sweet molasses tone that he directed at her.
She was getting somewhere now. She worked her hips until a sheen of sweat formed on her face. The audible exhales and hums were curt and snappy as she grew frustrated.
“Would you touch me?” She asked with doe eyes he had a very hard time denying.
“No, I’m not helping you anymore.” She pouted as his head bobbed with her body movement.
“Can I touch you?” A bit more desperate and breathy made his cock twitch. He chuckled something arrogant and she whined.
“You already are.” He stated coldly. A warning to not ask again.
Her desperation grew. Feeling every thread against her sensitive center she still needed more. She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes.
“What did I say about-“
“I have to focus or I'm not going to cum.” She bit out, only in need and not in insubordinate. “Please?” She looked back at him. “It feels really good but I don’t think it’s enough.”
“Then you’re not desperate enough. Be honest with yourself. I’ll let you look away if you’ll give in and make yourself cum.” He brushed her hair off her face tenderly that didn’t match his tone.
“Can I touch myself?”
“That’s better. Yes, you can.”
She didn’t wait, taking her sweater and yanking up the bottom hem to put it behind her head leaving her front exposed. Eddie could see the shape of her moving and bouncing. It was enough t make his nostrils flare but then she tore down her tank top neck and exposed her chest. A rushed job, letting the weight of them hold it down. She went straight for her hard nipple and he dedicated the way she touched herself to memory. She purposely angled the other breast to graze against his soft fabric layers as she rutted against his leg. She cursed when she felt her nipples finally be nurtured instead of neglected. She swore and closed her eyes, getting lost as instructed. For a while it was enough, a delicious coil tightening built inside her. But sooner than later it plateaued again.
“Can I please touch you, master?” He groaned when she said it as it caught him off guard and he heard that she meant it.
“You can.” She gasped and reached out to wrap around his neck and shoulders. She buried her face in his neck and moaned. The smell of him and the feel of his hair on her face helped more than she wanted to admit. She clutched at him, bouncing against his torso now with her hips still swaying. With every breath she moaned into his ear, feeling her move against him as if he were fucking her. She sounded so similarly too.
“Thank you.” She whispered, her lips finding his skin. “This is so much better.” She whimpered. “I’m getting close now.” A soft confession into his ear. “Letting me use your body like this is… you were right it’s so good.” She kissed the shell of his ear. “I still want you so bad, you don’t know how bad but this is good. This is good.” The kisses on his neck because harsher, sloppier.
“I know how bad.” His eyes were shut but she couldn’t see. Something visceral happened inside Eddie when she said she wanted him. Be adjusted her leg on his arm to let his hand slide back and grab her ass. He groaned feeling it wobble under his hand.
“Yes, that’s good please.” She started panting against his shoulder.
He gave in and let his hands move to her body. A quick twist of her nipple makes her yelp. Then his hands move to help her hips push against him. Soon they were both gyrating the same and the illusion they were fucking became more believable to their bodies.
“Can I kiss you? Please?” She took his hesitation for a no. He was simply savoring the words. “I need to kiss you to cum. Please? I love it, you’re such a good kisser. I need it.” It came tumbling out and he has where he wanted her.
“So nice to me. Such a good girl,” he growled with a snarl showing teeth at appeared sharper for a moment. He took her mouth for his own. It was gritty and indulgent, full of tongue and teeth. Lips were pulled and sucked. Tongues lashed and lapped. They were both lamenting into each other’s mouths. Her grinding against his cock made him buck back giving her a boost and helping her over the edge.
He felt her hips loosen, moving more wildly than they had before. The desperation he craved from her was there, helpless sounds pushed into his mouth as she struggled to breathe and still kiss him with the exertion.
“I think I’m getting close.” She nodded her nose pressed to his. “Can I cum? Is that…. Is that allowed?”
“There's my good girl.” He moved to kiss her throat and she moaned and opened it to him like a damsel to a vampire on one of her romance novel covers. He held her taught to him, gentle kisses as he spoke down the curve to her shoulder. “I told you you’d be a good girl for me before you came.”
“You were right.” She nodded breathlessly, a whine as she held him closer. “I don’t want to think. I don’t need to. I’ll listen to you, you think for me.” To her surprise, he shushed her.
“Let it feel good, kitten.” He smiled and she felt it against her skin before he ran his tongue along her tight muscle. “Don’t think. Just feel good.” He commanded with the most gentle tone yet. There was no bite to his voice, only an alluring rasp so close to her ear. He knew she was struggling, suffering now. He didn’t want her to hurt, she’d already learned her lesson. “Focus on that seam thrashing your clit. Did you know denim could be so rough before you ground your pussy against it? I bet it’s excruciating, isn’t it? So rough on such soft parts?” She did as he asked, as a good girl would. Her sounds shifted. His words made her cry out. She closed her eyes and focused on every erogenous zone, the feel of worn flannel grazing her nipples and she rose and fell sent a shudder down her to her clit. Her poor clit was desperate, just like he said. Forged between a seam and his jeans it was raw nerved and angry, throbbing and taunting. The real tease was the aching empty space inside her. Her body was so wide, so hungry for him inside her, and all she could give it was the front of his thigh. “Fuck I’d love to see how red and swollen your pussy is right now. Maybe I should? You cumming before my tongue even circled your click would be such a good ego boost.” His voice was playful and caring. But still quiet and deep, soothing almost as he tried to finish her off by getting her mind where it needed to be to follow her body. “And you know you would. I bet it hurts so bad doesn’t it kitten? That hungry hole of yours screaming to get me inside you?” He’d found the weak spot. He was entirely too correct. He heard the pain in the cry, how her brows pulled tighter on her pained face, mouth open and wet and panting.
“It is.” It was the most pitiful she’d ever sounded and somehow the most alluring. “So bad, I need it so bad.” She forced out through frustrated clenched teeth. “I could take you in all the way right now I'm so empty without you, Eddie.” He gave her a solid spank and she yipped but did not falter. “Master. M’Sorry. Master.” She was starting to let out dry sobs, her frustration coming to a head.
“I’ll take mercy on you, kitten.” He whispered in her ear comfortingly before kissing its shell. “Here.” He slid his hand into the back of her leggings, his fingers tips digging into the dip between her cheeks. It didn’t take long to find the pulsing taboo ring she’d drunkenly told him she enjoyed playing with. She thought he would give her his fingers to fuck down on, she didn’t care if it was out of pity. But when she realized he was being even naughtier, pushing her boundaries she let out a moan as his finger circled her asshole. She was soaked, getting a frictionless surface wasn’t an issue. “I’ll fill one of your holes but it won’t be the one you want most.” He teased.
“Do it.” she gritted out, her hips pushing back into his hand. “Please.”
“Say it.” He brought her face up by the chin to his. “I want to hear it.” The whine and trembling of her thighs made him grin down at her.
“I want you to fill up my asshole with your finger. I just need you inside me. I don’t care where.” It was forced out but came out more confident than she expected. He was impressed, his nod told her so.
“Such a good girl for me. You’ve earned it.” He circled again and applied pressure. It took a few delicious moments before she rolled her eyes back and moaned for his finger to slip inside her. When it did she was desperately moving back to get more, to feel any part of him sliding in and out of her.
“Oh fuck.” She sounded faint, letting him hold the weight of her head. “Fuck that’s good.” She admitted, deeper moans growing as she rolled her eyes forward to meet his.
“You’re so dirty, Star. I fucking love it.” He whispered honestly, his forehead to hers. “A good girl who takes it up the ass? How’d I get so lucky?” A smile flashes across her flushed lips. He kissed them before it faded away. She drank him in, sounding like she was eating him as she kissed him back. She felt as if she could have before that spring snapped. She wanted him to somehow fill every hole she had. She wanted to be spread out like a meal for him and then eaten alive. The flashing thought of three Eddies, one for every hole. Each was as foul-mouthed and big dicked as the original, taking her breath away in every way possible and being used. His finger pushed farther, and the combination took her where she’d been fighting to go.
“I’m gonna cum.” She announced as soon as she felt the hot honey feeling start to grow.
“I know you are, kitten.” He patronized her lively announcement.
Fuck.” She pouted and whined, her mouth falling open in disbelief.
“Good girl.” He shushed and kissed her forehead. She didn’t know how to compute the conflicting sweet and spicy attention.
“I’m gonna cum.” She repeated, already losing her grasp on what was coming out of her mouth. She gasped it again, sounding like she was begging for it to be true. She was gone before she knew it, eyes turned to their whites, his hips commandeered her body to move how we the hell they wanted to and not how she was still trying to move them. Eddie pushed his finger as deep as he could inside her and was thanked with a slew of swears in a high-pitched cry. She grew louder, still sounding frustrated as her body released. He kissed her to quiet her. Once he felt her stop squeezing so hard, when she was breathing heavily and no longer crying, muscles calming to a flutter he slid out of her to hold her up, her thighs suddenly shaking.
“There she is.” He shushed her, wiping his hand off on his free legs thigh before helping hold her up. “There’s my good girl.” He pushed back her hair as she fluttered her eyes back open.
“That was..” she let out a sigh “intense.”
“Good? I wasn’t too mean was I?” He asked as he whipped away a bead of sweat on her forehead. She gave him a lazy smile.
“No, it was… fun?” She giggled. “It was great. Different. But you made it not feel weird.”
He cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. She happily hummed into it. She was enjoying the petting and tenderness until she shifted and felt him hard.
“Oh shit.” She said with a pout, her hand moving down to cup him in his jeans. “What about you? I’m a terrible sub I forgot about you.” She poured and kissed his cheek.
“You don’t have to worry about me.” He said quietly.
“We’ve had this discussion before.” She nipped at his bottom lip and he squeezed her tight.
“I’d rather hold off and have you all to myself where I don’t have to be worried about anyone hearing.”
“You do get loud when I’m giving you all my attention.” She cooed and smoothed his hair. “Not much longer left in the day anyway. You wanna go find the guys? Dick around until the bell and you can whisk me off in your chariot and we can mess up your sheets you just washed?”
“Didn’t that wear you out? Are you still horny?” He chuckled and let her fuss on his hair and clothes, straightening him back out and making him look presentable.
“That’ll be like 2 hours from now. Plenty of reload time.” She grinned. “It’s not my fault your hot and I wanna fuck you.”
“I do love what bad taste you have in men.” He grinned and she sputtered and laughed, putting her head to his chest to quiet it. “Let’s go find the others and then I’ll take this horny kitten back to my place and give her some balls to bap around with her wittle paws.” He baby-talked and brought her hands up to kiss them, smacking his cheeks as she laughed.
“Get my paws all over your big scratching post.” She wiggled her eyeballs.
“Ow.” He winced and bent over slightly. “Bad euphemism choice.”
“How about… you make me purr and then I'll lap you up like milk.”
“MUCH better.” He hummed and reached down to grab two handfuls of her ass. “But let’s leave before I change my mind because you’ll get me going again.” He smacked he ass and bowed to show her to the door.
He watched her wiggle and squirm and pull the leggings out from practically inside her. She shook her head and smiled as she saw him watching.
“Don’t worry. Even picking your wedgies you’re still cute.” She shoved him and he saw her blush.
“Shut up.” She muttered and tucked her hair behind her ears. A tell that she was flattered. It was true though. He thought calling her beautiful might’ve been a bit heavy-handed even if he thought it was closer to the truth.
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Eddie found himself bored, his usual methods of passing time not hitting like they usually did. He wasn’t in the middle of any hyper fixation, his fingers hurt from playing guitar, and for an hour of brainstorming new campaign ideas all he’d had was a page full of doodles. Well, that and a half-hard cock for the fantasy about Star he’d slipped in and out of. He tossed his pen into the depths of his room, spinning in his squeaky desk chair and sighing dramatically.
“Fine.” He groaned at his splotched ceiling. “We’ll go see her.”
He hadn’t wanted to bother her at work when it was potentially busy. He didn’t want to take up her time or energy from other people that could pay her more and leave a tip. But he missed her. So he went.
It was dark and cold, but Eddie didn’t mind it in the least. A mist of fresh rain covered everything, pleasant whooshing sounds as cars passed by and sprayed puddles, and the wet slap of hit sneakers as he stepped out of his van. The big open window gave him a clear shot into the inside of the diner. He parked at the side,seeing both sides of the building. It was busy, so he hesitated. Standing by his van and wondering if he should bother. He watched long enough to notice Steve was in a booth and to Eddie’s surprise he was with a girl that wasn’t Robin. It was definitely a date, he could tell from the body language and the way Steve ran his hand through his hair. It was a nervous tick and it’d quickly made him more human to Eddie. Star came over, looking adorable in the uniform as he always found it. He watched her closely, tapping her pen to her pad and giving her customer service face to the couple. She stayed and chatted longer than usual, which was no surprise. But she seemed very warm to the girl, and it eased a concern Eddie had that he liked to ignore. Steve was the only other guy that she’d been with around here. That he knew about anyway. And yeah, he found the combination of him and Steve being who she’d gone for to be very confusing. But because of this, he’d also been concerned she liked Steve. Yeah, he knows she said she didn’t and they weren’t compatible but a guy like Eddie can’t take someone for their word on something that might negatively affect him. It was built into his existence at this point. So seeing that she wasn’t flirting with him in front of the girl or being rude to her made him realize she was being honest, and the validation felt good.
She left them and quickly returned with drinks, soon after disappearing into the back. He stood and waited in suspense. He heard the back door to the building open. He then saw her walking to the street lamp to stand under it and light a cigarette. She fanned herself, hip popped out and shaking her loose fringe out of her face. Looking up to the sky with her eyes closed she exhaled long and loud. He was hidden in the dark and around his van, he was creepily watching her, he admitted to himself but the stolen insight into her life outside of him was something he was terribly curious about. She did look tired, and a bit annoyed with the way her nose twitched. He told himself he wouldn’t bother her. He wished her coworker would do the same.
The door sounded again, Eddie couldn’t see a clear shot straight down the back but he heard the boots and a male's voice. The look on Star's face is what gave it away for him. Her lax and tired face tensed, lips pursing and hiding her expression with her hand and cigarette. She rolled her eyes when she looked away. He appeared with a cigarette in his hand. He couldn’t make out the words but Eddie would bet his guitar he was making a move. He knew what guys looked like when they did. He didn’t like this guy. He had one of those gut feelings Star talked about. At first, Eddie thought he was jealous. He got to work with Star, he was older, admittedly good-looking in that rough way Star seemed to like. He also had a pretty nice car. It was hard not to feel a little intimidated. In his head, he was what her ex-boyfriend was like. Older and had that rambler sort of vibe. A bad boy but no leather jacket because he was an actual bad person and not some aesthetically pleasing traumatized guy who happened to be attractive. Eddie had known plenty of both types of men, but what he didn’t know is Star had too. She knew this guy was a walking red flag the moment she saw him. She could thank her ex for that, at least.
He watched Star nod, her smoke being blown in his direction subtly and it made Eddie grin. He could tell she said thanks because she wore that fake smile he had seen a hundred times. The guy moved closer. She stood her ground. Eddie was proud but concerned. He tucked a piece of Star's hair behind her ear and Eddie growled, gripping the corner of the van, not concerned with scratching the paint. Star pushed his hand away, not even closing her fingers around his wrist to do so. The answer was no, to whatever the guy asked. He tried again and she crossed her arms, a clear sign she didn’t want him near. He persisted and Eddie was hot-faced despite the cold. He didn’t want to rush in and freak her out. He also didn’t want to explain why he was interrupting, he had no right to. The idea of making her mad made his chest ache. He told himself if she was in danger he’d intervene but only then. He worried as her voice rose, still only sounds, the occasional word he could make out but she was being clear. She was counting on her fingers, reasons for her retort. He was motioning toward the parking lot for some reason, then to the building. She took an angry drag and then threw the unfinished cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with an angry foot in her white comfortable shoes. With a hand to her chest, she shook her head, the guy trying all the while to touch her and get closer. She evaded every attempt and left to go back inside with a point of her finger.
He felt a rush of relief. The guy was mad, scuffing his feet and shouting swears after mumbling in rounds. He stood hunched with his arms crossed and his face drawn. Eddie was grinning from ear to ear. It was a welcome second wave of validation tonight. First, that she didn’t want to date Steve. Second, she didn’t want to be with this guy either. Maybe he could believe her when she said she wasn’t going to date anyone. It was hard for him to understand why she didn’t think she should, but he respected her stance. Being a character as some people might refer to her, and being as pretty as she was, in Eddie’s opinion, made him acutely aware that this guy was not and would not be the only one that wanted her. He felt smug, knowing he was the one she trusted, cared about, slept with, and was vulnerable with. She might’ve spent alone time with Steve but it couldn’t be to the extent she had been with Eddie. She simply didn’t have the time to be with him that much. Besides, if she was he knew Steve would be just as hopeless as he was about her. Eddie didn't see how he couldn’t be if that were the case. But Steve was dating other people, and not dating Robin. So that couldn’t be it. Star wasn’t lying to him. He wasn’t some dirty little secret for her. She really wasn’t with him because of her psycho babble outlook on herself, not because of him. And Steve wasn’t a threat to Eddie’s hopes of making Star his one day. He didn’t go into the diner that night. He felt like he’d gotten more than he came for already.
PART 16
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aphrogeneias · 6 months
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𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 — squirting
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: shy!reader (not "innocent" or inexperienced, just a little more reserved). penetrative sex.
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Chrissy didn't know what she was doing.
It was an innocent question — as innocent as the questions being raised could be, that night. The conversation had quickly descended into more risqué subjects after Steve had gotten a little too tipsy and started complaining about his lack of luck on his latest escapades.
Nothing out of the ordinary, really. You were all used to talking about sex in one way or another. Eddie was famously loud about it, always having a story to tell, his or otherwise. Stories that made you imagine yourself on the receiving end of, guiltily wanting your friend to do those same things he was describing to you.
You kept those fantasies to yourself, though. Not wanting to be teased by the girls, maybe even worse, have them try to set you up with him. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if Eddie ever rejected you, or dated you out of pity. There was no scenario where this would work in your mind, no "you and Eddie", just you and your thoughts of him, where he would never hurt you, where all he did was make you feel good, imagining it his hands on your body, roaming until they found that place between your legs, instead of your own.
That night, it was no different. After Steve started the conversation, there was no stopping it. You often listened more than talked — not due to lack of experience, you were just a little too shy to share too much, even among close friends — but when the talk switched to Robin commenting about making her girlfriend squirt, you slipped.
"Good for her."
Your reply may have sounded a little more bitter than you'd anticipated, because, one by one, all of your friends looked at you. Maybe it was the scoff that has left your mouth, maybe it was the alcohol that had loosened your tongue. 
"What was that?" Nancy asked, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow at you.
"Yeah. What was that?" This time, it was Eddie who repeated her question. He sat on the opposite couch with his legs spread, tight black jeans stretching on his lean legs, making you wish you sat between them. You avoided his eyes.
"Nothing. I mean…", you signed, already regretting having said anything, "it's good! Good for her. Robin is good to her, that's a good thing."
You cringed even before you could finish all those convoluted sentences.
"Honey, have you ever… you know," Chrissy asked from her place on the floor, sitting as delicate as a fairy. "squirted?"
"No." You said, simply. Scared to run your mouth even more. "It's not a big deal. Doesn't happen to everybody."
"Have you tried?" Steve asked from behind his beer. He got a myriad of answers ranging from "that's not how It works, dingus!" from Robin, "it's not a matter of trying" from Nancy and "don't ask that, dude" from Eddie.
"I don't even know where to start, Steve. And before anyone asks, yes, I have cum from sex. Just not… like that."
You wanted to crawl into the nearest hole. It was even worse when you could feel Eddie's eyes on you, like he could see right through you. He tilted his head, and you weren't able to handle the kindness in his brown eyes. You looked away.
Your friends' opinions diverged again, making questions and trying to get you to speak, but you couldn't deal with their scrutiny anymore.
"C'mon, guys. It's fine! Can we change the subject, please?" You tried to swerve them. "Like I said, it's not a big deal. Maybe I'm just broken like that."
They shrugged. You shrugged. They moved on — but Eddie's eyes stayed on you for the rest of the night.
You're on Eddie's passenger seat, right in front of your apartment building, later that night when he brings the subject up again.
"I don't think you're broken."
The two of you had spent the entire ride silent, which was odd since Eddie was the chatterbox between the two of you, always filling the gaps with anything that would cross his mind. Neither that, nor his music filled the silence between you.
"What?" You looked at him, still not believing what you'd heard.
"You said that maybe you were broken like that. That's not true, you're… you're perfect."
That feeling of wanting to hide came back tenfold, making your eyes fill with tears. "Eddie, forget about it, please."
"Hey," he brought your gaze back to him with a finger to your chin, delicately turning your head. "I meant what I said. You're perfect, it's just that no one's taken the time to treat you right. It takes patience, from both sides."
"Yeah, and?"
"I was thinking that maybe I could change that. If you'd let me."
One thing you'd always admired about Eddie was his strength of conviction. He never said anything he didn't believe in, and backed it all up. His voice never faltered, he doesn't shy away from speaking his mind — and you hated that you were forcing yourself to disbelieve him.
"Eddie…"
"Look at me." He pleaded, and in spite of your concerns, you did as he told. His eyes bore into your with a sincerity that was so painfully him. "You can say no. I'll go home and we'll forget about everything I just said. But, sweetheart… I'm dying to prove you wrong."
Eventually, he did.
After you'd gotten up the stairs to your floor kissing and tugging at each other's clothes, letting Eddie's tongue taste yours over and over, stopping to let yourself be cornered against the wall by him. Getting lost in the feeling of his solid body against yours, the smell of him — a strong, masculine perfume, cigarettes and beer — making you dizzy, his lips on your neck making you even dizzier.
After he took your clothes off halfway down your living room, reverencing your body with his rough hands, kneeling between your feet in the middle of your halfway. He made you cum for the first time that night with his mouth, kissing your pussy the way he kissed your mouth, sucking on your clit the same way he sucked on your tongue. You came as you pulled his hair, his strong arms around your hips preventing you from falling.
After he guided you to your bed, still craving a taste of you. Hands not knowing where to sit still while he pulled another orgasm from you, his fingers deep within you, curling and stroking your walls, his mouth still not leaving your clit. Your ears buzzed with the force of your climax, not being able to hear Eddie's praise. "That's my girl," he said, head resting on the plush of your thigh, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, "doing such a good job, but I'm not done with you yet."
After he made your eyes blur with pleasure when you finally entered you, rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive bundle of nerves, once, twice, three times before putting it in, slowly bottoming out. Leaving kisses all over your face, shining with sweat. You didn't think you could take it, curling your toes and hugging his narrow hips with your spread legs, feeling each thrust with a tenderness you never did before.
After he filled and stretched you to the brim, pulling out only to push it all in again. Uttering against your skin, broken whimpers, your name on his lips like a prayer. You were beyond the point of forming words, kissing him to stop yourself from screaming. You could feel yourself dripping down your pussy, and into the sheets, soaking Eddie's cock.
After he pulled your thigh higher up his waist, and stood on his knees, pounding into you with measured speed. He hit your spot over, and over, and over — you grabbed the sheets with both hands, repeating his name like a broken record, music to his ears.
"Yeah? That feels good, baby? Am I making you feel good?" Eddie looked like a god above you. Wild hair down to his shoulders, pale skin slick with sweat, eyes drilled on you. You made the mistake of looking down to where your bodies met, watching his thick cock drenched with your juices, going in and out of you. His pubic hair, also matted with your wetness, creating a delicious friction against your clit. "Tell me. Who's making you feel this good?"
"You, Eddie." You whimpered. "You, you, you. Always you."
"That's right, baby. That's" a hard thrust, "fucking," a a squeeze of your thigh, "right."
You felt your orgasm approach with a  deep pressure on your navel, building and building until you couldn't keep It down anymore. You let yourself go, the ringing in your ears louder and cleared, cumming with Eddie's name on your lips.
That's when you felt it. You were limp in your bed, with Eddie above you. You'd felt him cum too, dropping his weight above you, but still keeping himself steady by his elbows. but everything was distant, like it was happening in a dream. Slowly, you came back to yourself — to Eddie, gently coaxing you with sweet words, and to the warm wetness coating your thighs, your ass, and Eddie's lower half.
"Did I…?"
"Fuck yeah, you did." His boyish smile, so different from the confident smirk you saw not moments ago, made you smile too, weakly and still a little embarrassed, but too satisfied to care.
"Happy now?"
"Only when you do it again." 
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jaebeomsbitch · 5 months
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The Princess and Eggplant (E.M.)
Summary: Your boyfriend happens to be a foot taller than you...or Eddie is afraid to stick it all the way in, afraid to hurt you
Warnings: Minors DNI, size kink, pure smut
Pairings: Boyfriend!Eddie x Girlfriend!Reader
A/N: watching Sex and the City and couldn’t stop thinking about the size difference between Carrie and Aidan. As a 5'1 they/them I'm drooling. Literally finished this a while ago but couldn't find a good gif, I'm gonna start making my own banners
Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.
You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.
“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.
“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.
“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.
“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.
“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.
“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.
Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out. 
His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips. 
“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines. 
“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there. 
“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head. 
“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite. 
“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut. 
“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more. 
It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down. 
You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock. 
“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.
“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully. 
“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.
“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time. 
“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum. 
“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further. 
“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck. 
He chuckles,”probably not.”
“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip. 
“Not what you were yelling two seconds ago” he murmurs against your lips. That’s dimpled grin on his face as he presses for a kiss and another and another.  
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lostalioth · 6 months
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𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭
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→ premise: it was a bad idea, wayne came home and could hear you and eddie and yet the two of you didn’t wanna stop, it felt far too good to want it to end.
→ pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
→ warnings: smut | 18+, almost getting caught, mutual masturbation, gagging/covering mouth, praise, small amount of oral [m receiving], nicknames [sweet girl, baby]
→ a/n: 02 kinktober
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Eddie's hand presses against your mouth covering it suddenly. You look at him with wide and confused eyes as your own fingers still their movement between your legs. He holds a finger up to his own mouth with his other hand as a way of telling you to shush. “Heyy, Eds you home??” You hear the front door to the trailer swing open and Wayne's voice echo from down the hall. Your body froze, he wasn't supposed to come home yet.
You and Eddie were frozen still, laid out on his bed your thighs spread, his legs also spread and laid over your calves facing you, both on full display for one another. Your fingers were still buried deep inside you, you twitch and clench around them aching for your movement earlier to continue. You were getting close but the interruption made your body tense now. Eddie's hand moves from in front of his mouth and wraps around his cock again, pulling your attention right back to it. His tip red and angry, veins protruding and begging for your mouth.
“Uhh yeah im home, i was just about to take a nap though” Eddie's voice answering his uncle breaks you from your trance. His voice being far too calm and collected for what his previous actions were, it slightly impresses you. You make a small noise in surprise and confusion, it being very muffled by Eddie's hand but he gets the message and mouths a quick “I'm sorry sweet girl” at you while Wayne responds.
“Oh nice think i'll rest too, work was rough” Wayne yells once again before heading off down the opposite hall, you were grateful for the odd layout of the trailer. Eddie waits until he hears his uncle's door shut before he begins stroking his throbbing cock again, his release right on the edge once again. “Oh fuck, good girl staying quiet so we dont get caught” Eddie groans softly, eyes glued to your face a slightly embrassed but still lustful look in your eyes. Your eyes lit up at the praise and Eddie doesn't miss a beat. “Oh you like that? Huh baby? Be my good girl and keep playing with that pussy for me okay?” Your fingers slowly pump inside yourself once again after the embarrassment washes away. “Eddie..” you moan against his hand a bit too loud making him shove his ring clad fingers in your mouth gagging you lightly. The metal cold against your lips and the action only furthering your arousal that's staining his sheets below you.
“Keep being quiet for me and you can cum got it baby?” Eddie's voice is laced in desperation. You can tell it's both a plea for you to be mute but also for you to cum. He needed to see you cum, he was so pent up and on the edge already but wanted to cum to the sight of your release dripping down your own fingers. You nod your head frantically and pump your fingers inside your aching pussy faster, chasing your much needed climax. Eddie flashes that damned charming smile of his at you and matches your pace with his own strokes. “Such a good girl for me, i was gonna fuck ya’ but dont think we can keep quiet enough during that i know i couldnt” he chuckles softly and slowly thrusts up into his hand, his eyes glazing over as he watches your skillful fingers pleasure yourself.
You whine around his fingers at the idea and buck your hips up in need as you start thinking about how good his cock would fill you up, the patch of curly black hair that rests at the base of of it brushing against your cilt…god you needed him to ruin you and cursed your luck that he couldn't this go around.
Your own thoughts guide you closer and closer to the edge. Eddie can see the way you frantically pump your fingers faster and bring your free hand down to your clit telling him you're close. “Aww you gonna cum sweet girl, do it” he eggs you on his voice needy and teasing. “Cum on those pretty fingers imagining it's my cock while you gag on my fingers baby” he fists his cock harder, his brain going fuzzy as he waits quite impatiently for you to finish and push him over the edge.
“Mhm~ Eddie!~” you let out a muffled wanton moan around his now spit covered fingers, your back arching off the bed. Your head falls back as your release washes over you. Your slick and cum coating your fingers and thighs as you squeeze them together at the overwhelming sensation.
“There you go baby, good girl fuckk..” he lets out a sound that's a mix between a groan and a whine as his thrusts into his large hand become sloopy and speed up. He takes his fingers out of your mouth, wet from your spit and uses that hand instead to stroke his cock.
“Sweet girl im gonna cum fuck, you want me to make a mess of my self or you wanna help me out and take it down your throat like a good girl?” Eddie's voice comes out husky and strangled as he does his best to hold back while waiting on an answer. However, you're quick to move up to your knees, your cum soaked fingers leaving your cunt making you whine. leaning your head down and swating his hand away to slide him in your mouth, your tongue tracing a vein on the underside of his shaft and sucking.
Eddie's head falls back quickly before it snaps back up to take in the view of you taking all of him in your mouth.
“What ever did I do to get such a sweet and good girl like you’s mouth on my dick shit~” he let out a string of mumbled curses as he bucked his hips up into your mouth.
He rests his hand on the top of your head as the knot in the pit of his stomach tightens and quickly unravels. He cums with a loud groan of your name leaving his lips, cum coating your throat and sliding down as you swallow every last drop. You take your mouth off him making a small pop sound when it slips out and Eddie lays there breathless. “Maybe I should’ve also gagged myself to be quiet huh?” He lets out a short and nervous chuckle between pants.
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→ a/n: i keep ending up writing and posting these much later than i wanna like its techically the 4th for me as i post this but i meant to post it on the 3rd cause of how im doing kinktober and UGH
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handful0fteeth · 6 months
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pull on your pout (just open your mouth)
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kintober day 1: pegging
summary: eddie has some kinks he's never told anyone about, let alone explored, and you're more than happy to help him out.
pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader (eddie munson x afab!reader if you squint)
warnings: smut, minors DNI, explicit language, lots of dirty talk, sub!eddie, dom!reader, rough sex, (mild) painplay, (slight) puppy play
words: 4.5k
The moment you laid eyes on Eddie Munson, you knew you had to make him scream.
He was so pretty, so cocksure as he floated through the crowd of the metal show you’d happened to meet at, and his easy smile ignited something within you that you hadn’t felt in a long time. A few people called out greetings as he strolled past them, and he’d return them in kind, either with a flourish of his hand or an exaggerated bow. He had a red cup he’d been sipping from when he sauntered up to where you were, leaned against a metal barricade just after the show ended, and the grin he flashed over the lip of it only confirmed your newfound desire.
“Mind if I bum one of those off you?” he asked, pointing a ringed finger at the cigarette that dangled from your mouth. You puffed once, twice, looking him over in thought before reaching into your skirt's waistband and pulling out your pack.
“Thanks, gorgeous,” he crooned. He plucked a cigarette out and tucked it between his lips, shifting his cup to his opposite hand so he could pat down his pockets, clearly in search of something. After a moment, you reached into your shirt and retrieved your lighter from its place inside your bra.
“Need a light?” you asked, flicking the wheel and illuminating Eddie’s face with firelight. His dark eyes, smeared in black kohl, glittered at you, and the way his smile stretched around the cigarette as he bent toward your flame made your stomach flip. He smelled of cheap weed and beer, sweat and cigarette smoke, cologne and earth - you had to physically restrain yourself from leaning down and taking an indulgent whiff of his hair only because you knew it’d make you look like an absolute lunatic.
“Much obliged,” he said, smoke curling from his full, pink lips. You watched them purse, and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked on his smoke, the end flaring cherry red, before he tipped his head back and exhaled audibly. When his eyes met yours again, you realized they sparkled all on their own without the assistance of a lighter.
“Wha’s your name?” His speech was just the slightest bit slurred, and you huffed out a laugh before angling your body toward him.
“Y/N. Yours?”
“Eddie Munson. ‘S a pleasure.” He draped one arm across his stomach while the other swept out dramatically behind him - unfortunately, it just so happened to be the arm that clutched his drink. As he bowed toward you, his hand accidentally tipped his cup just a little too far, and dark liquid began to pour out onto the asphalt freely. It splattered noisily for a few seconds before Eddie seemed to realize what he’d done, and he swore as he straightened up and snatched his arm back. 
“Fuck. Aw, well, ‘s for the best, I guess,” he reasoned, staring into the nearly empty cup as if it’d personally offended him. You surmised that, at this moment, it probably had. “Tastes like shit anyway.”
Even in his inebriated state, talking to him was easier than talking to most men - hell, it was easier than talking to most people in general. No awkward silences or lulls compelled you to drag on your cigarette just to give your mouth something to do - the words flowed out of you effortlessly, as if you’d known him for years. His laugh was like music, loud and sincere, bursting out of his mouth with abandon even when you didn’t think you’d said anything amusing. He kept edging closer and closer to you the entire conversation, and you let him, mainly because you wanted a closer look at his pretty face.
His hair, long and curly and matted to his forehead with sweat, coiled softly around his high, pale cheeks, and if you’d had enough alcohol in you, you would’ve reached up and pushed a lock behind his ear for him. He towered over you, which made the filthy thoughts swirling around in your head all the more thrilling. Something inside you, something mean and wicked, wanted to make this boy cry beneath you.
When Eddie stumbled into you, tripping over his own two feet, you asked if he needed a ride home. He shook his head but didn’t move to pull away from you. His hand was behind your body, curled onto the barricade for purchase, and you were so close you could feel the warmth radiating off his body as you tilted your head up to look into his eyes.
“Got a friend ‘m stayin’ with,” he murmured, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. “I’ll be okay. You can gimme your number though if you wan’ me to call you when I get to where I’m goin’.”
It was so forward that had it come out of anyone else’s mouth, you would’ve snorted and left him cold. Eddie wasn’t anyone else, though.
“You got a pen?”
Shockingly, he did - he extracted a fat-tipped permanent marker from the pocket of his leather jacket. You kept it to yourself how funny it was that he didn’t have a lighter but was carrying around a huge marker.
Without missing a beat, you lifted a hand and tugged down the collar of his shirt, exposing the creamy flesh of his collarbone. The little whoosh of air that left his lips didn’t escape you as you touched the felt tip of the marker to his skin and slowly wrote down your phone number. Beneath it, you signed your name and punctuated it all with a small, black heart. Eddie stayed still as stone while you wrote on him. It was as if your audacity, the arrogance of marking his flesh, had shocked him into a state of placidity. 
When your eyes met again, there was a heat in his gaze that hadn’t been there moments before. You smirked, capped the marker, and slipped it back inside his jacket.
“Make sure you call,” you said, your voice low. “You wouldn’t wanna worry me, now would you?”
Eddie shook his head slowly, almost dazedly. You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed and flashed him a cloyingly sweet smile. 
“Good.” You raised one hand and rested it gently against his cheek, silently reveling in how tiny shivers rippled throughout his entire body at your touch, and patted him on the face condescendingly. You swore that, for a moment, right as you were pulling your hand away, you saw Eddie go to lean into your touch.
“I’ll be waiting.”
With that, you untucked yourself from against Eddie’s body and traipsed away.
He did, in fact, call you the very next morning and ask you on a proper date.
Whether or not that date ended up with Eddie fucking your brains out while you bent over the front seat of his van, scratching grooves into the cracked leather seats and practically drooling at the way his cock felt as it drilled inside you, was another matter entirely. (It did; you offered to help pay to fix the upholstery; Eddie refused, and the scratches still stare up at you knowingly every time you enter the van.)
That said, it didn’t take long at all to figure out that sometimes - a surprising number of “sometimes” - Eddie loved foisting control over to you just as much as he loved wrenching it away. He’d first admitted as much a few weeks after you started seeing each other. You’d been making out, ass planted firmly in his lap and hands plunged in his thick mass of hair when you gave a handful at the nape of his neck an experimental tug. Nothing too hard, just a test of the waters.
Eddie moaned.
He looked positively scandalized the second the sound had left his mouth, but you didn’t give him enough time to be embarrassed. Instead, you twisted your hand, yanking the curls in your fist until they were taut; Eddie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, lids fluttering, and his jaw dropped wide open to loose another pathetic, delicious sound.
“That feel good, baby?” you asked. 
“Y-Yeah,” he whined. You slackened your grip just enough to let his head bob forward a bit and then snatched it straight back by tangling both hands in the hair on either side of his neck. He sat up straighter, his spine snapping into one long line as you gave him a wolfish grin. You only paused when you noticed the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“D’you need me to ease up?” You would have, of course, in a heartbeat - pain for pleasure’s sake was one thing, but it was another thing entirely to inflict pain just for the hell of it, especially when the person you were inflicting pain on couldn’t handle it. But Eddie just blinked at you, his brown eyes glossy and distant, almost as if he was starting to drift off somewhere, and smiled dreamily.
“No,” he said. “Pull harder.”
And so you did.
Later, when he was bucking into you from below, keening and whimpering like he was dying, scalp no doubt burning from the consistent abuse you’d demonstrated toward his hair, you leaned down into his ear and asked him if he liked when you hurt him like this. 
“Yes, fuck,” he gasped. “I love it, I love it, please, more, please.”
“You think I should do this more often? Hm?”
“Whenever you want, Jesus Christ.” His back arched beautifully as you dragged your long, sharp nails down his bare chest, staining his pale skin with angry red lines. He grabbed your hips and held you in place, fucking into you desperately, unable to contain himself.
“You like it when I mark you up?” you growled, determined to stay focused through the stars exploding behind your eyes and the pleasure burning its way through your body. “When I own you like this? You’re just a little painslut for me, aren’t you, baby?”
When Eddie came, and he came hard, he was sobbing, “Yes, yes, yes, own me, use me, fuck, hurt me, I’m yours.”
You made sure that afterward when you could extricate yourselves from his bed, you took great care in tenderly washing and kissing the marks you left on him in the shower. You also washed his hair for him, choosing to massage his stinging scalp for so long the water was cold by the time you both hopped out. 
You asked him later, while he was snuggled up behind you in his bed, arms wrapped possessively around your middle and nose buried in your wet hair, if he really, really liked everything you’d done.
“Most definitely,” he murmured, kissing your neck. 
“You made such pretty sounds,” you said, and Eddie squirmed. He could sing your praises all day, wax poetic about how beautiful and sexy and perfect he thought you were, but when you returned that sentiment in kind, he tended to shrink. You resolved to fix that habit at a later date.
“You never told me you liked all that,” you said, reaching back to rest a hand on his flank. “I woulda done it sooner.”
“You never asked,” Eddie said simply. “‘Sides, that stuff is tame compared to other shit I’m interested in.”
Oh? Eddie tensed as soon as it seemed to register what he’d said, but you couldn’t stop yourself. He piqued your curiosity; that wasn’t your fault, and besides - you needed to know what else could make Eddie Munson whine for you immediately.
“You don’t say? Pray tell, what would be that ‘other shit?’”
“Uh…sorry, can’t hear you, sleeping.” He crushed himself against your back and faked a loud, raucous snore right in your ear. You laughed, and to his credit, he did actually fall asleep rather quickly after that, but you both knew you weren’t going to let that go so easily.
It took a while, months, before you could chip away at the embarrassment barring you from all of Eddie’s desires. You never pushed, never wanted to make him feel like he had to tell you anything, just gently encouraged him by promising there was nothing he could say that would scare you off or gross you out. Mostly, Eddie just liked pain - receiving and giving. He made the sweetest sounds when you satiated the more masochistic side of him: slapping him squarely across the face, scoring marks into his smooth back and chest, winding his hair around your fist, and pulling. 
He liked it when you whispered filthy, degrading things into his ear, too, possibly even more than the pain. You discovered how deeply he appreciated being called a slut early on, but it wasn’t until one night when you were riding him into the mattress, that the phrase “good dog” tumbled past your lips without much thought. Eddie’s orgasm swept through him without warning, and you drank in the shocked, blissed-out expression that contorted his face while making a mental note of that particular kink.
His final confession came after the fog of intoxication had settled over the pair of you one day, beer and weed buzzing through your veins and making Eddie’s inhibitions low enough to admit that he’d always, secretly, been curious about what it’d feel like to get fucked in the ass.
“Oh?”
“I…yeah, I guess,” he said, throwing an arm over his eyes as he lay on his back. 
“How curious are we talkin’ here?”
“Like…I dunno…very?”
“Baby. Look at me.”
One of your favorite things about Eddie was how quickly he obeyed when you lowered your voice. It was like it didn’t even occur to him not to listen. He peeked at you from around his forearm.
“Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, puppy?”
The sweet, high noise that bubbled up his throat as he nodded stoked that need in your belly, which demanded you do everything in your power to bring Eddie to tears as he writhed underneath you. 
That conversation is how you got here tonight.
Eddie waits for you patiently on his bed, naked, rolled onto all fours with his head bowed low between his shoulders, the pale globes of his ass arched skyward. His dark curls pool around his face, so you can’t see it, but you watch his back rise and fall rapidly with his breathing, and the backs of his thighs are trembling with anticipation. 
Fenagling a strap-on is more challenging than you’d originally thought. Slotting the dildo into place was unexpectedly tricky - it’s one you purchased years ago, and admittedly, the pink, sparkling hunk of silicone looks a little silly nestled amongst the otherwise imposing black material. But when Eddie caught a glimpse of it coming out of your bag tonight, his eyes went wide as saucers, and it took a moment for his brain to stop short-circuiting enough to carry on a conversation with you. You told him to stay put while you fought with the smooth, cold leather around your hips, and he has, wanting so badly to be good for you. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his hips, twitching intermittently as precum beads from the tip and drools onto his bedsheets.
“Just a minute longer, puppy. Are you okay?” you call, and Eddie nods.
“‘M fine, angel.”
“Good. Why don’t you stroke your cock while I finish up here, hm?”
He obeys, slipping a hand down between his legs to grip the base of his cock. His body slumps slightly, and he turns his head out as it’s pressed into the sheets. Eddie mewls softly as you tighten the last strap against your thigh, and you steal a glance at him. His fist moves slowly over himself, stroking from base to tip and then back again in carefully measured pumps. 
He doesn’t notice when you sidle up behind him, totally unaware of your presence, until you drag your nails featherlight over the back of his legs. He shudders, gasping sharply through his teeth, and his hand stills on his cock.
“Will you hand me the lube, baby?”
Eddie releases his dick to pat a hand around the bed, and eventually, he presses the small, cylindrical bottle of lube into your palm. It’s half-empty, thoroughly used in the weeks leading up to tonight, and the plastic sticks to your skin a bit as you snap the cap open and drizzle lubricant onto your first two fingers.
He’s taken more than just two fingers, many times now - a few nights ago, you squeezed four inside his ass before he came all over his stomach. You’ve taken this entire process very slowly, partially because you’d hate to hurt the poor thing and ruin his fantasy before it even really had a chance to begin and partially because you just love how he cries when you tease him open nice and lazily. 
You lean over him, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades as you swipe a dollop of lube over his hole. He hisses, flinching away from your fingers a bit.
“Cold,” he complains, and you shush him gently.
“I know, baby. Just relax, you’re shakin’ like a leaf.”
“‘M excited,” Eddie mumbles, and you kiss his back again.
You swirl your fingers around his puckered hole, teasing the rim and nudging the tips just the slightest bit inside to coax the muscle into softening for you. Eddie sighs and shifts a bit so he can grab his cock again.
When you press your index finger inside him, up to the first knuckle, Eddie keens and drives his face into the bed. That just won’t do.
“Uh uh,” you admonish. Your free hand tangles in his hair at the root, and you yank his head back up, forcing him to steady himself on one elbow. He gasps, then whines, trying to cast a look over his shoulder at you. 
“You don’t hide from me,” you remind him. “‘Specially when it muffles those pretty noises. Understand?”
“Y-Yes. Sorry, angel,” he breathes, and the slick, hurried sounds below you alert you to how much faster he’s stroking his cock now. You probe your fingers inside him further, watching and waiting for any sign of distress or pain he doesn’t enjoy until you’ve sunk all the way to the top of your palm. After you’ve given him a moment to adjust, you pull out almost entirely and bend over him until your chest presses into his back. 
“D’you remember what you say if you can’t take it, puppy?” you whisper against the shell of his ear. He shivers and nods.
“Mmhm. Mercy,” he says. 
“Good boy, that’s right. Feel that?” You release your hold on his hair to fist the dildo in your hand and tap it against where your fingers stretch his hole. Eddie chokes on the breath he tries to suck in, and his hips stutter forward.
“This is goin’ in your ass tonight, baby. Do you think you can handle all that?”
“Fuck, yes, yes, I can,” he assures you. 
“Yeah? Gotta finger you open first. Make sure you’re ready. Although, I bet you’d love it if I just stuffed my cock inside you right now.” You never would, and you both know that; you mutually agreed that foregoing necessary prep work would end disastrously. But the way Eddie swears and clenches around the tips of your fingers is so fucking cute that, for a moment, you’re tempted.
You drive your fingers inside him again, pumping it in and out fast enough that Eddie doesn’t have a moment to catch his breath. He splutters pathetically below you, bucking into his hand while simultaneously trying to fuck himself back on your fingers, and you just let him - far be it from you to deny yourself the pleasure of watching Eddie Munson act like a complete slut.
A few minutes pass before you feel comfortable enough to add a third finger inside his ass, and this time you purposefully thrust them right against his prostate. His back curls like a cat’s before he allows himself to fall flat on his face. He’s a wonderful, obedient boy because he makes sure no sheets or pillows obstruct his pretty mouth, just as you asked.
“Fuck, that feels so fucking good, angel, Christ,” he moans, brows knitted together so tight he almost looks pained. “More, please, I want more. I can take it.”
“Aww, my puppy’s so excited,” you croon, and he nods fervently. You crook your fingers and settle them deep inside his ass, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves until he’s panting and thrusting sloppily into his fist. You could make him cum like this, you know you could, but where’s the fun in that? You want him to cum on your strap-on; you want him to experience spasming around something thick and hard and unrelenting, just as he’s fantasized about. 
He hiccups when you slot your pinky finger inside his ass alongside the three other slick digits. When you start pumping into him earnestly, spreading all four fingers inside the loosening ring of muscle, Eddie gives you what you’ve been craving since the moment you met.
Eddie cries.
Sobs wrack his lithe frame as you work him open, dribbling more lube onto his hole and pressing it inside. If you weren’t so turned on that your pussy was drooling down your thigh, you might’ve giggled at the obscene, wet sounds his ass made every time you stuffed him full again. 
“You’re doing such a good job taking it, puppy. My good little slut. That’s what you are, huh?”
“U-Uh-huh, shit.”
“I know, baby, I know. You’re so pathetic for me, crying on my fingers like this. You gonna cry on my cock, too?”
“If you - fucking hell - if you want me to, angel,” he offers, and you laugh, licking a stripe up the side of his neck. His skin is rich with the salt of his sweat, and you can’t help yourself. You force his head to one side with a hand in his hair and follow the trail you licked with your teeth, setting their edge against his soft, welcoming flesh until you bite. Eddie whimpers and trembles for you, so pretty, so perfect, and you bite him even harder. You want him to bruise; you want him to walk around Hawkins tomorrow with your mark proudly emblazoned on his pale throat. 
“I-I need, I need, angel, I n-need,” Eddie stammers, breath coming in shallow, short puffs around the fragments of his sentence. You detach your teeth from his neck and straighten back up.
“You need? What do you need?”
“You, I need you,” he weeps. “Need you inside me, please, please, I can’t take it anymore-”
“You’ll take whatever I decide you’ll take, puppy,” you say. When you pull all four fingers out of Eddie’s twitching hole, he cries out like he’s in pain, like you’re trying to kill him. You admire your handiwork, spreading his ass apart with both hands and watching his red, slick hole flutter as it attempts to remain open despite its newfound emptiness. 
“You’re so beautiful down here. All gaped open for me like a whore.” Eddie nods, though you aren’t sure if he actually registers anything you’re saying. He’s so blissed out already, so eager, you think he’d agree to whatever happened to fall out of your mouth right now.
“What color are you on, Eds?” you ask, and the way your voice swings upward into its usual cadence seems to snap him back to reality. He reaches for you, fingers outstretched until they manage to graze your thigh and squeezes it in reassurance.
“Green. I’m so fuckin’ green, baby.”
You smile. “Yeah? Havin’ fun?”
“Absolutely. I’m alright, angel, don’t worry.”
“Alright. Keep yourself spread for me, puppy. I wanna watch my cock disappear inside you.”
Eddie swears and complies instantly, releasing his slippery, dark red cock and placing both hands on either side of his ass. He pulls his cheeks apart dutifully, black nails digging into plush flesh, and even deepens the arch in his back for you as he settles into this new position. 
You slather an abundance of lube on your dildo, so much that it drips onto the sheets, and line the head up with Eddie’s hole. 
“Ready?”
“Mmm.”
“Take a deep breath, baby.”
The head pops in with little to no resistance, vanishing completely inside Eddie’s hole, and though you obviously can’t feel it, a moan tumbles out of your throat. It’s so fucking hot, seeing Eddie like this, knowing you’re the cause of it, and it takes quite a bit of self-control not just to feed him the rest of your cock right away and pound him into the mattress. He’d like it, too, the slut. But you refrain.
You drag in a breath through your teeth and press into him slowly, filling him bit by agonizing bit, and he voices his need loudly beneath you. One hand claws his mattress desperately, almost like he’s trying to crawl away, while the other jerks his swollen cock thoughtlessly, and it seems all he knows how to say right now is “please.” Please, please, please. After a while, when you’re more than halfway inside him, the word loses all meaning for you. You have to wonder if it even had meaning for Eddie in the first place or if it was just the only one his brain could conjure up to say.
“That’s it, baby, look at you,” you pant. Your hips are pressed flush to Eddie’s ass, the dildo buried inside him to the base. He writhes, gasping, sputtering, the picture of desperation. You want to keep him this way forever - speared on your dick, aching for it, needing you more than air, crying so prettily just for you. It’s selfish, but fuck, maybe you’re okay with that.
“Do you need a second, puppy?”
“No,” he wails, apparently offended by the question. He bucks against you so hard you almost lose your balance, and you steady yourself by laying your hands over where he’s still spreading himself. “God, fuck me, fuck me please, fuck my ass, angel, I’m going fucking crazy here.”
A wicked smirk curls across your lips. If that’s what he wants, who are you to deny him? That’d just be plain mean.
You yank him toward you, dragging him to the very edge of the bed, causing him to lose his balance - and his grip on his ass. Before he can collect himself, you gather his wrists into one hand and pin them to the small of his back. It looks a bit silly, you have to admit; his hands are so much bigger than yours, rough and callused from hours of guitar practice, and truthfully, if he wanted to break free of your grasp, he could do so with not even half the strength you’re currently exerting just to keep him somewhat contained. But that’s the beauty of Eddie’s submission - he doesn’t want to break free. He wants to be manhandled, thrown around like he’s so much smaller and weaker than he truly is; he wants to be used.
Most importantly, he wants you to use him.
It’s fucking intoxicating.
You twist a long, thick rope of his hair around your free hand and tug his head back, forcing his gaze skyward. You notice the shimmer of drool on the corner of his lips and chuckle.
“You wanna take it, then take it.”
You pull out, just until the very edge of the dildo is left inside Eddie’s quivering hole, and then slam back inside him again. He slackens against you, and you’re confident he would collapse if you weren’t forcing him up by the hair. You can see his lashes twitching, no doubt from his eyes rolling straight into the back of his head. Your name wrapped inside his wrecked, watery voice is all you need to keep thrusting.
You set a brutal pace almost immediately. Eddie’s bed squeaks and rattles from the force of it, lifting far enough off the ground that the frame starts to screech into the adjacent wall. The sound of Eddie’s strained, keening cries, punctuated by skin slapping viciously against skin, is like the sweetest harmony you’ve ever heard. You pull him toward you, forcing him almost back on his haunches and plaster sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across his back and shoulders.
“You’re doing so fucking good, puppy,” you grunt. “You’re taking it like a fuckin’ pro. So hard for me, too, I bet you’re just aching, huh?”
All Eddie can do is nod. You twist your hand, compelling him to turn his face toward you, and crane your neck to capture his lips in a kiss that’s mostly teeth and tongue. He whimpers into your mouth, allowing you to lick your way inside and swallow all the beautiful, agonized sounds he’s making just for you. You don’t have enough hands, you decide - you need more to scratch him with, to stroke his cock, to choke him and slap him and make him gag on your fingers. You need more of him; you need to take anything that he can give you all for yourself. It belongs to you, just as he does.
The possessiveness that burns through your belly spurs you on, and you growl filth huskily into his ear. “You’re mine, you understand that? Mine. No one else’s ever gonna make you feel this good, are they, puppy?”
“N-No, angel, jus’ you…yours, all yours,” he slurs. 
“That’s right. Your pretty little hole is mine, mine to fuck and fill as much as I want, isn’t it?”
“Fuck, uh huh, yes.”
“Next time, I’m gonna fuck you on your back. Have you spread your legs for me like a little whore. I wanna watch your face while I wreck you, watch how much of a cockslut you are-”
“Jesus Christ, God, angel, I-I’m cumming, I can’t st-ah!”
Eddie shudders and falls silent for a moment, just long enough for you to look around his shoulder and see how his cock pulses before the first rope of cum splatters onto the sheets below. Then, Eddie screams. It’s a sound torn straight from the depths of his soul, suffering and ecstasy all rolled into one perfect package. You keep fucking him through the shockwaves of his orgasm and watch the cum dribble down his throbbing cock, spilling onto the bed and dripping messily down his thighs. 
“That’s my good boy, you did so fuckin’ well for me, baby,” you coo. “You didn’t even have to touch yourself, I’m so proud of you, sweet thing.”
It takes a while for Eddie to come back down to Earth after that. He mumbles nonsense as you ease out of his ass and lower him onto the bed - in a dry, unsullied portion next to the wall - and doesn’t even notice when you leave for a moment to grab a wet, warm washcloth to clean him up with. He seems to snap out of his haze when you loosen the harness straps, and it falls to the ground with a thud.
He reaches for you wordlessly, long, thin fingers shaking as he clenches and unclenches them against his palm. Your heart swells and aches inside your chest as you clasp his hand and press a kiss to the back of it. 
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you repeat. You gingerly brush a lock of hair out of Eddie’s face, revealing his flushed, tear-stained cheeks and swollen lips. He blinks wet lashes at you, brown eyes foggy and unfocused. His smile is sweet, shy even, and he tucks himself against you as you settle into bed.
“Wanna…do that again,” he rasps after you’ve wrapped him up in your arms. You chuckle and kiss the top of his head.
“We can do that whenever you’d like, sweet thing.”
He hums in approval. You lay like that for a while, bodies curled around each other, stroking Eddie’s cheek and occasionally pressing a kiss to his temple. You don’t realize you’ve nearly dozed off until Eddie calls your name, and you shake yourself awake.
“Hm?”
“D’you hear what I said?”
“No, puppy, I’m sorry. What was that?”
“I said my arm’s asleep.”
You snort, and so does Eddie as he rolls himself out from under you enough to free his tingling appendage. He drapes it around your shoulders, and this time, he drags you in against his chest. His hair tickles your cheek as he kisses the tip of your nose.
“Thank you,” he breathes. 
“My pleasure. Oh, and baby?”
“Hm?”
“Next time, you’re taking something bigger.”
The shiver slithering Eddie’s spine tells you all you need to know.
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kinktober day four - taped
pairing: eddie munson x plus size!reader
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summary: your little friends with benefits deal with eddie was more than you first intended. when eddie asks you if you'd be okay if he recorded the next time you guys hooked up, you were all in. but, you didn't think he'd end up with his phone camera recording himself asking you to be his girl. especially not in a guest room at robin's annual halloween party.
warnings: 18+ ONLY!, minors are never welcomed. jealous!reader, making a sex tape, fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, raw penetration (p in v), *wrap it up fr tho.*, pet names, eddie being eddie
reblogs, comments and likes are so very much appreciated i hope everyone is enjoying this!
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EDDIE WAS ALWAYS INSATIABLE. in every way, of course. everything he wanted, he begged for. at least from you. 
it wasn't like you two were a thing officially, it started in high school when the two of you were graduating. he came up to you at a party, being eddie's usual self and flirting with you. though you weren’t receptive at first, it didn’t mean you never would be. 
so he kept trying, even after high school the fall after you two graduated, he found you at another party. neither of you went to college, but had mutual friends in college. so, that night you went to meet up with robin, he cornered you. 
and also that night, started a year long relationship that had no title, no expectations. and even though you weren’t sleeping with anyone else, and he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, you had a territorial problem. 
so when eddie brought the subject up for the first time, you were all in. he didn’t even have to beg you, he just asked and you told him he could any time. truthfully, you’d do anything he wanted to do. 
he wanted to make a tape with you, but in general wanted to record you while he fucked you. 
“do you think, i don’t know, would you be okay if i recorded you during sex?” he asked, abashedly. eddie didn’t know if he even had the right to ask. he didn’t even know what the two of you really were. 
“you want to record me while you fuck me?” you asked, making sure that this is what you were hearing. 
“i do.” he smiled, nervously and excitedly when he noticed you didn’t immediately shut it down. 
“okay.” you smiled. he just swallowed, smiling and leaned over to kiss you. 
it’d been a week since then, and when eddie finally saw you again it was the night of robin’s infamous halloween party she threw every year. the concept of recording you taking him in every way had been plaguing his mine, but tried to act completely normal at the same time. 
which he managed. but he couldn’t stop thinking about it. 
to get into robin’s party, you had to wear a costume and of course eddie was excited about this. you on the other hand were a little dreadful. 
“is this a kids party or what?” you mumbled as you adjusted your costume. 
you chose to go as carrie. a long pink rose silk dress covered your body and hugged your curves softly, of course drenched in fake blood from head to toe with a prom queen crown sitting on your head. eddie had the pleasure of watching you douse yourself in said blood not even a few minutes ago, right after you pulled the pretty dress over your full figure.
of course you forgot to mention that when you weren’t wearing a bra that night and just so happened to step out just in your panties to get ready, he had to be peeled off of you just so you could get ready. 
another thing about eddie, he was a little obsessed with you.
“you hate fun,” eddie tsked and adjusted his hair to be even more frizzy. of course eddie decided to go as eddie van halen, which you told him was maybe too literal. 
“so what do you think of my costume?” eddie gleamed and you turned from the mirror to look at him. 
“you look like you did yesterday. you literally just look like yourself.” you deadpanned and he pouted. he was wearing a jean vest with no shirt underneath, brown leather skinny jeans and a bandana around his neck. you had to help him tease his hair to get it like the picture he showed you, but over all he just looked him himself but times ten. 
“okay, but do i look hot? like, would you fuck me right now?” he asked and grabbed his guitar pick just to hold. 
“you’re gonna bring the guitar pick but not the actual guitar?” you said nodding to his wall, the dark red abstract guitar collecting dust. 
“oh, she’s not going anywhere tonight.” he replied and you shook your head. 
“but yes, eddie you look hot and i would fuck you right now. if we wouldn’t be any later than we already are, come on let's go,”
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robin greeted you at the door of her new townhouse, excited for her housewarming party to turn into a halloween party. 
“i thought couples usually match costumes.” robin teased as she pulled you away from eddie. 
“we’re not a couple,” you said bitterly as she pushed past people drinking, smoking and dancing together under the blacklight and into the hospital lit kitchen. 
“you guys have come to every single one of my parties, together. you guys leave every single one of my parties, together. what do you call that?” she suggested over the loud music.
while she bickered you scanned over the house, the spacey living room that led into an archway to the kitchen. on the kitchen island were large bottles of alcohol pushed together in the middle of the marble, ranging from vodka to rum to tequila. 
“we’re friends.” 
your hand went to grab the bottle of pink whitney, grabbing a little shot glass and pouring yourself one to the rim. robin grabbed one with a scoff and you poured her one, setting the bottle down and facing each other. 
“to friends,” she said smugly. you just rolled your eyes. 
“to friends,” 
it didn’t take long for you to lose eddie at the party, as per usual. it’s always how it went, you and he would split up and hardly look each other's way, just to text each other when the other wants to leave and meet outside. 
but today you were especially needy, and after roughly three cups of mixed drinks and many many shots, you rip away from robin and nancy to find him. it was dark, smokey and you were in need for something of eddie. weed, his hands, his voice. 
you found him of course, but not like you expected. part of you expected him to be sitting in a corner with his friends smoking a blunt, which he was, but instead of just his friends he was the only one with a girl on his lap. 
now he told you that he wouldn’t mess around with anyone but you especially if he thought about wanting to go bare with you, but you didn’t believe him. 
the music was thumping and the alcohol made you feel a little better in terms of confidence, especially being in a silk dress with no bra and skimpy panties so there wasn’t a panty line. you felt sexy, covered in blood with your hair down and as you came into his view, eddie took a drag of his blunt and looked you up and down. 
his friends greeted you with enthusiasm, happy to see you again after being out of their company for so long. another thing was, regardless of who you were to eddie, his friends still loved you. 
“hellooo,” you dragged but kept your eyes on eddie, and not the thin girl making her spot in eddie’s lap. 
“can i have a hit?” you kindly asked eddie, and the girl looked at you with an awkward smile. 
“eddie’s a little busy right now, maybe you guys can smoke later?” the girl suggested and you looked at her, then looked at eddie. 
you weren’t expecting him to say anything. but a part of you wanted him to. you wanted him to feel the need to tell her that you were the one he was taking home that night, but he didn’t. 
“is that right eddie?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked between the two. 
“we were just, uh, kinda talking?” 
you pinched your lips into a thin line and nodded, turning to one of his friends. his friends on the other hand were watching the interaction, waiting for the other shoe to drop and for you to curse eddie out. 
you could see him gulp before you turned to one of his friends.
“can i buy any from one of you?” you asked, ignoring eddie completely and watched as one guy you really didn’t know the name of pulled out his fanny pack. 
“how much?” he asked and you walked to stand in front of him where he sat on a couch, and you sat knee to knee with him on the coffee table that held empty bottles and ash trays. 
“mm, just enough for a joint.” you smiled. you could feel eddie’s eyes on you, burning into the side of your figure but you didn’t acknowledge him. why would you? 
you were used to being single, textbook single. single, nonetheless. you were quick to leave when things got stupid between you and eddie, not caring and not thinking twice. eddie knew that. he’d been on the shit end of the stick when he fucked up one too many times. being ignored by you, blocked and never putting up a fight because it was never worth it to you. 
he wasn’t going to ruin your night. not when the day was going so well, with him or not. 
you watched his friend bag up the weed, and even give you a cigar wrap to roll it with. you go to take out the money you slipped in the cup of the dress that held your heavy breasts together, but he stops you. 
“pretty girls don’t need to pay, it’s on me.” he smiled, and you blushed. he was cute, not compared to eddie but definitely your type. 
“well,” you said as you took the baggie and the cigar packet and stood up in front of him, looking down, “come find me later n’ maybe i can give you something to say thank you?” 
at this point, eddie was non-existent. you were focused on the man with black locs that were in slight waves, and stubble on his jaw. 
“actually,” you paused and sat back down. “do you think you can roll this for me?” 
eddie was fuming. the girl on his lap held his interest no longer, and his eyes were bored into the natural flow of your interaction with his buddy danny. you seemed genuinely interested, serious about wanting to give him a thank you gift. 
he watched as danny took the baggie and started to roll for you, grinding the weed and putting it into the wrap, all while you watched. not once looking his way.  soon, danny sealed the blunt and actually had the nerve to put the blunt between your lips and spark it himself. 
you inhaled, exhaled the smoke in danny’s face and leaned in close, close enough to smell the tequila on his lips, “thank you.” 
you got up with the blunt between your fingers and left, walking away back to the kitchen where nancy and robin resided. they were laughing in the corner as they passed a bottle between each other, and when you got closer they got excited and hugged you. 
“you got weed from eddie?” robin asked as she handed you the bottle and you handed her the blunt. 
“nope.” you smiled and took a swig, having robin pass the blunt back to you. she looked at you quizzically. 
“one of his friends. actually i’m going to need a ride home, eddie’s probably taking someone else home tonight.” you said nonchalantly, huffing and puffing on the blunt until the mix of tobacco and weed burned your lungs. 
you didn’t even get to take another swing of the bottle before the girls’ eyes are looking up a little, and you feel a tug on your arm that yanks you back. you turn with the blunt between your lips and eyebrows pinched. 
“are you fucking crazy?” eddie gritted, the grip on your arm only tightening when you breathe in the smoke and taking the blunt from between your lips with your other hand. 
“can you fucking let me go?” you snarled, ripping your arm from his grasp and walking backwards. 
“what’s your issue?” he asks, and you pass the blunt to robin before you step closer to him. 
“go fuck her eddie. why are you bothering me when you have a really really pretty girl on your lap? weren’t you just, uh, kinda talking?” you mocked, lowering your voice to match his. no one was paying attention to you, not even robin or nancy could hear you. instead they just moved further aside. 
he just grabs you again, dragging you away from the kitchen and up the stairs to the first room he sees, which just so happened to be a guest room. he yanked you inside and locked the door, letting the only light shine being from outside and the little lamp on the bedside table. 
“you know i only take you home every night right? we leave every place we go to together, together. even if we don’t go together— you’re always back in my bed. you know i choose you.” he tried, but you weren’t having it. 
you were already irritated, the audacity for him to make you feel the way he did when he didn’t shoo the girl off immediately. 
“whatever, i don’t care. i’m not your fucking girlfriend so who cares? do whatever you want. i’m not arguing with you at a party. i’m supposed to be getting drunk, not standing here with you.” you said and tried to walk past him, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you in front of him. 
“you want to be my girlfriend, baby?” he asked you as his breath fanned on your face. 
you smiled sweetly. “no.” you crossed your arms over your chest and moved your head to the side. 
“if i wanted a boyfriend, i’d probably choose the one who gave me free weed, not the one brushing me off for another girl.” 
he just chuckled darkly, grabbing you by your hips and leading you to hit the edge of the bed with the back of your knees. “ i think you’re lying. you don’t want him, sweet girl. i know you want me. why else would you be trying to make me jealous?” 
“i’m going home eddie,” you tried as he pushed you back by your shoulders so you’d land on the bed. you just propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him as he pulled his phone out and threw it beside you. 
he crawled over you, lifting your dress by skimming his fingers up your leg and under the fabric to hike it up over your hip. 
“if i asked you to be my girlfriend, would you say yes?” he asked, watching the dress pool around the fat of your hips, revealing the lacy red underwear you had on underneath. 
you huffed, the cold air hitting your thighs when a breeze came in through the window. “no.” 
he sat straight up on his knees, still straddling you but now unbuttoning the leather jeans to slide them down to his knees. 
“mmm,” he hummed as his cock strained against his briefs, palming himself over while you watched him. your mouth was salivating already, forgetting how you ended up here almost bare to him, but not questioning it. “i think you’re wrong. i think you would say yes,” 
he grabbed the string of your underwear and pulled it down your thighs, letting them fall as you wiggled your feet to drop them from your ankles. 
“maybe we should record this for evidence, just so you can watch it back and see why i think,” he paused and smiled, “why i know, you’d say yes.” he was smug, confident, and had you wrapped around his finger. 
you knew your jealousy maybe might’ve been misplaced, projecting about the fact that you two weren’t official and he’d never bothered to ask you either. you weren’t really allowed to feel this way when he wasn’t yours. 
it just always felt like no matter what he did to piss you off or make you cry, you’d always be his. 
he grabbed the phone, messing with the screen until the flash came on and stayed on. he never showed your face, only pointing the camera between your thick thighs when he shuffled downwards to spread your legs. 
“look at you,” he hummed, getting closer to your heat when he spread your lips, the flash making your slick glisten for him. you were leaking, your arousal dripping out of your hole as he recorded every second of it. 
“eddie,” you whined, moving to close your legs but he pushes them apart, his camera getting a shot of your bare bottom half with the dress at your waist. 
“was my baby jealous tonight? you only want me to yourself?” he asked, inhaling the scent between your legs, “i did not know you could be so greedy,” he teased. 
he let his phone record your cunt when he pushed two fingers into you and started to fuck your hole like that, purely because he wanted to feel how wet you were for him. you were soaking, your arousal leaking from your hole and around his fingers. 
the phone was getting everything. the sounds of your cunt squelching around his fingers, the way your trimmed bush covered your mound, the way his fingers shone with your juices. he didn’t even know where to look, the phone or the real thing. he chose the real thing, but looking at the phone periodically to make sure you were still in view. 
“fuck, eddie,” you couldn’t help but react to the stretch of his rough fingers, the ones that always wrapped around your throat when he fucked you on your back, or the ones that held your hand to help you down the stairs. 
you were still aware that there was a party going on downstairs, still smelling weed smoke and the alcohol on your breath, but too focused on the fact that eddie was recording your every movement. 
his fingers fucked you gently, not nearly as rough as he would, and you whined in reaction. eddie just watched you throw your head back when he stopped recording and threw the phone next to you, moving to let his tongue run over your cunt. his fingers kept you spread while he lapped at your hole, but you knew he was rushed. 
eddie was too excited to finally record you, to finally have something he can watch over and over again until you’re able to satiate his craving for you again. he loved you like this, jealous and bothered by the fact that the two of you had no ties together. 
eddie wanted ties. but you didn’t seem like the type to want that. at least, he thought so. 
“get on your hands and knees, do that for me,” eddie said in the usual rasp he had after he smoked, and you opened your eyes at the loss of contact to look at him. 
you were breathless from the sliver of pleasure he gave you, and needy for the hardness under his briefs. but you did it quick, sitting up and moving your body to get on your hands and knees except instead of holding yourself up on your hands, you grabbed a pillow and used it to rest your head on so that your ass was in the air for him. 
the silk rose dress that was drenched in blood just pooled at your waist, letting you expose both holes to him, wet and needy. eddie frantically looked for the phone again, grabbing it and went back to the recording screen. 
“fucking shit,” he whispered, the flash letting him see all of you. your holes were throbbing, aching for him to fill and take his spot that practically had his name branded on. 
regardless of titles, you were his. even if he wasn’t yours. 
“eddie,” you whined as your cheek pressed into the pillow, feeling his hand spread you open to the cool air, and to the camera of his phone. 
“what is it, baby? you need me? wanna show my camera how fucking needy you are?” he taunted as he landed a spank on your ass cheek, of course eddie recorded him play with you as he liked. 
as he pulled your round ass cheeks apart and spit on your puckered hole, moving the camera to show his thumb rubbing the rim of your asshole, and moved to press into it while you flinched at the touch. 
“eddie, what the fuck,” you gasped as you felt his thumb slide into the tight hole with restraint, feeling an odd pressure that soon turned into the pleasure of something being filled. 
you’d take what he’d give you, because the entire recording thing was for his pleasure. you knew he wanted to get every angle, every scenario, every moment of you naked and aching for him so he didn’t have to imagine your sinful activities together 一 he could just open his photos app and watch as he tore you apart. 
he slid his thumb in and out of your hole as slow as possible, and you heard the mattress squeak and felt it dip, not feeling eddie’s clothed thighs behind yours anymore. they were naked, skin to skin and you felt the phone thud next to your leg, his thumb still curled inside of you when you felt his wet tip hit your cunt. you couldn’t help the gasp that left you, and you waited for the pressure to stretch you out, but it never came. 
so when you tried to push your hips back onto him, he gripped your asscheek to spread it and hold you there. 
“uh-uhn, you have to wait.” he said and you let out a cracked whine, and then saw the flash turn on again. 
eddie had the phone in his hand above you, up to his chest to get all of your curves, the bareness up to the middle of your back where the blood-soaked dress sat, and his tumb still wet and sliding in and out of you. 
“you want my dick, baby?” he asked, recording you wiggling your ass and trying to sink onto him. 
“please, eddie, don’t tease me,” you whined, lifting yourself up just a tiny bit to look over your shoulder, getting a hard glimpse of eddie’s sinister smile, watching through the screen of his phone. 
“tell me, tell me you want it and it’s yours,” he demanded softly. it was a simple demand with heavy baggage to it. 
“i want it, please i want your dick so bad, please give it to me,” you whined beautifully, eddie realizing he’d get to hear you like this all over again whether it’d be on his phone or in person. 
the sensation of being recorded while in your most vulnerable state sent shockwaves to your cunt, and he felt your hole clench around the small of his tip. it was so erotic, so exposing, and the simple act alone meant there was more trust you put into eddie than the both of you realized. 
you’d trust eddie with your life, and when he finally sinks into your tight hole, you realize there wasn’t anyone else you’d rather trust with your body, your mind, your image. 
“my f-” you sputtered, the single sound of trying to say fuck dragging out when eddie groans behind you. 
eddie was catching everything, and for some reason watching himself stretch you out around the girth of his cock made him bite into his lip hard enough to draw blood. 
“fuck baby, you look so fucking good,” he said breathlessly, “like you were fucking made to be on camera,” 
he drew in and out of you, each time admiring the way you molded around him, how your skin was littered with little beauty marks and stretch marks. he could say he was in love with you, but you might reach back and try to slap him. 
he bottomed out, his balls slapping against your cunt with each stroke and groaned with every clench. eddie recorded all of it, and let the camera catch the way your slick was gathering in a ring around his cock. he was high off of you, delirious from how you felt squeezing him like you did. 
he felt like he was gonna go insane with how you moaned and whined for him in every way. 
“eddie, eddie, eddie,” you chanted in moans, responding to the way he made you so full. so full of him. 
your hand reached down blindly as you face planted into the pillow, moving your head to the side and finding where his cock slid in and out of you. eddie saw you start to position yourself to touch your clit, and moved the camera to the underside, capturing the way you rubbed your clit for him from below. he could feel the tips of your fingers brushing against the shaft of his cock, and he let out a throaty, cracked moan. 
he moved his camera back to your spread cheeks and noticed how you started to bounce back on him, spreading your legs wider to be more accessible for him. by now, you completely forgot how you got here. you forgot that you were at a house party, robin’s house party with people walking up and down the stairs to go to restrooms and find their own vacant room. 
it was exhilarating, and you wanted more so you started to meet the rhythm of his thrusts. you were able to feel him everywhere, deep inside to the point your legs felt like they were trembling already. 
before you could move your hand anymore, eddie managed to grab your arms and place them at your back to grip them by your wrists. your hair was a mess, the prom queen crown laying on the mattress beside you, and tears forming in your eyes when you felt your cunt clench continuously around him. 
eddie wasn’t missing anything. he had it all on tape, filming every moment of you squeezing around him. you consumed him completely, and the feeling of you so snug around him and realizing no one else would ever be able to have you like this — it was pushing the feeling in the pit of his stomach. 
“tell me baby,” he said in a huff, “tell me you’re mine, this pussy’s mine,” 
you cried at his words, feeling his pace pick up and the force of his thrusts becoming harder. it was nudging the inside of your cervix, pressing at your spot that he knew all too well. he was so much to take, too much to not feel pleasure and the prick of pain. it was everything to you. 
“you know this pussy’s mine. you want me tell everyone you’re my fucking girl?” he grunted, the phone becoming hard to focus on as he remembered why he was doing this in the first place. 
“yes! eddie, yes! i want it, please,” you confessed, desperate for a release. he restrained you as his hips snapped against yours, the sound of wet skin emanating in the room. loud enough for anyone outside the door to hear. 
but you didn’t care. 
eddie let go of your wrists and curled his body over yours for his stomach to touch your back, reached the phone around to the front of your face. he used his free hand to grab the base of your throat and pull you up just a little more so the camera got to see all of it. 
“that’s right, princess, say it again for me, think i need to hear it again,” he teased breathlessly. you didn’t even know how he was able to talk so much with how heavy he was breathing over you. 
the feeling of his palm on your throat with his fingers on the sides made your cunt clench again and he just chuckled, moving his hand from your throat to grab your hair. he yanked your head back softly and pulled you up to where you tried to grasp for the blanket, but instead settled to rest on his thighs that held you in place. 
“i’m your girl, ‘m yours, please ‘m yours,” you whined. eddie could feel the vibration against his palm and his cock twitched at your words. 
he felt his release begging, and you were holding on for as long as you could until he tells you to cum. he knew that too, and he took advantage of it. 
“you sound so pretty baby, my pretty fucking girlfriend. all fucking mine, goddamn,” he said and buried his face in your neck, ignoring the burn in his arm for holding the phone far at an upper angle to get all of you. 
“mine?” you choked, wanting to ask a certain question but couldn’t form the words through your moans and sobs. 
you didn’t think he’d understand, but by the innocent, curious, desperate tone in the moan you choked —  he did. 
“i’m yours baby, of course i’m fucking yours, ‘m all yours,” eddie heaved buried in your neck, his hand twisted in your hair to rest your head on his shoulder. 
you were bent in odd angles that nobody has ever put you in before, no one had even bothered to take you out of doggy style. not to mention that he was recording every minute of it, not even knowing how his phone hadn’t died yet. 
but this was intoxicating. you were addicted and couldn’t get off of him, even if you tried. 
you were desperate. but you were only desperate for him. and through each moan he coaxed out of you, forced out of you by the abruptness of his thrusts — he knew. 
“‘m gonna cum, eddie, gonna cum for you,” you whined at the ceiling, your eyes dropping with every frantic thrust his hips provided. it was too much, everything was too much. 
before eddie could even speak, he dropped the phone on the mattress and let go of your hair, wrapping both arms around your waist and making you sit on his lap practically. he was fucking up into you as your body leaned into his and shook, squirming in his grip as you cried and moaned. 
the pulsing around his cock only made him grunt, letting his forehead hit your shoulder until it perked up again at your words.
“cum inside of me, please, please cum inside,” you begged as you felt his thrusts and rhythm breaking, recognizing the sound of his voice and the moans he was making that he was close. 
eddie panting in the crook of your neck, and you could still feel the sensation of his balls slapping against your cunt until he stilled inside of you. his cock twitched, and you felt heat spread within your pussy, ropes of his release filling you.
the full sensation was overwhelming, so much that your legs started to tingle again as you could start to feel the tip of his cock nudging you inside. 
you were full of him, all of him and he sank his teeth into the arch of your neck as if he were a vampire, biting down until his hips stopped the stutter. 
“mmmmm,” you hummed, letting your body slump against his. you were still half dressed, the pink silk still at your waist and you were praying that the fake dried blood on your body didn’t get on the sheets. 
your eyes fluttered closer, sulking in the warmth of his arms as the breathing between you two began to regulate. but eddie needed to get you in his bed as soon as possible. though he really loved the sex, his second favorite was having you curled into his body while he held you tight. 
“mm-mm, no, you gotta get up and get dressed so we can go back to mine,” he said as he finally pulled out of you, bending you over again to have you face down and supporting yourself on your knees.
“eddie, wait,” you budged, thinking he was going in for another round. he’d have plenty of time as your boyfriend to go rounds, just not tonight.
“hold on babe, i have to get the money shot,” he said in a lighthearted tone, fully serious and grabbing the phone to quickly open the camera again and take a video up close of your hole pushing out most of what he released inside of you. you squirmed and whined as the cool air hit your wetness, but he enjoyed it even more. 
“fuck me,” he said in a breath as he held your ass open, and let out a whistle,
 “so are you really my girlfriend or were you just saying that?” 
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KINKTOBER DAY THREE — DACRYPHILIA WITH EDDIE MUNSON
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*:・゚kinktober masterlist
*:・゚summary — eddie works his needy girlfriend up until she cries. you both love it.
*:・゚warnings/tags — reader cries, fem!reader, she/her pronouns, p in v sex, 18+
*:・゚word count — 2.3k
Eddie has you both stripped down to nothing quicker than you’d ever seen him after you’d sat in his lap and wriggled around just a little too much for his liking.
Now you’re starfished on his bed, settled atop the only two pillows he has as he hovers above you, one foot firm to the floor, his other knee dipping into his mattress. He watches where your fingers circle the soft skin of your clit in agonisingly slow movements. Where your other hand fists his sheets and your eyebrows pinch.
Despite how eager he seemed to fuck, he’s clearly in a mood. Wanting to tease you and drag things out.
You’re panting with frustration, chest heaving up and down, “Want you to do it, Eds.” You murmur, lips jutting out to a small pout, “You do it better.”
He’d never have it in him to say no to you, despite his demeanour during sex. Despite how he likes to tease you. He’s all for taking things slow, but he’d never deny you. You seem so wound up that he thinks it’d just be cruel. Mean.
He leans down to hold himself up with a hand next to your hip, the other trailing up the bare skin of your thigh, over hairs and stretch marks until he reaches the apex. Where he watches slick dribble from you and onto the mess of his sheets. He uses his pointer to gather it from your entrance and push it up to your clit.
“So messy,” He coos and you frown like you think he’s teasing you, “So pretty, fuck.’
Maybe he isn’t.
You know he isn't when he pulls his hand up to the light to spread his fingers, admiring where your slick bridges between them before he sucks them clean.
You giggle and hide your face in your hands, peeking between spread fingers. “You’re so dirty.”
He laughs like that isn’t the most obvious thing ever, “Only for you, sweetheart.” He pulls them down and settles them in the sheets beside your body, flat against the mattress as if to say, stay still. 
You hope he doesn’t notice your warming chest when his slick-wet hand comes down to palm your tits, amused at what you think was a compliment,
“How charming.”
With featherlight touches, that you hate and have you jolting every time his finger grazes your swelling button, he traces around until you squirm, rolling your hips. “So impatient,” He tuts and joins his middle finger to press harder and circle with swifter movements.
He angles his head to spit down onto your hot cunt, lines of dribble fall from his mouth, aimed right at your clit and where his fingers massage it into your skin. He drags both digits to your entrance and slides them in with no preamble. 
They pull out and your wetness pools in his palm where it pushes into your pelvis. He curls them upwards with his wrist pointed to the ceiling, green veins stark against his pale skin. His hair dangles between your bodies and it tickles your cheek in swooping movements.
You sigh and push your head further into his bed. Sighs build to gasps when his fingers scissor and stretch your gummy walls, working you open with shallow and slow thrusts that aren’t as pleasing as you know his cock could be.
You almost drool where you see it pressed against the swell of his tummy, ruddy and leaking precum that looks like it’s begging to slide along your wet tongue. 
You swivel and fuck yourself his hand, determined to find the pleasure your stomach is aching for. Panting and squirming, incensed at the lack of feeling you know he’s working you up to.
He sits back on his haunches to free his weight-bearing arm up, to place a hand on your face. Pressing his thumb into your warming cheek. He tries to pull your mouth into a lopsided smile, “Don’t work yourself in a tizzy, babe.” He laughs and you huff. Almost sobbing.
“Need. Can you- will you..” Frustrated, you can’t find the words to ask him.
“What do you want, hmm?” He snakes his hand to your neck and squeezes gently, “Y’gotta tell me or I can’t help you out.”
His hand slows while he waits for an answer. Doesn’t stop but it may as well have. You cry out and you feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes. You blink them back, too embarrassed at how stupid you feel. Shy and needy at the same time.
He can tell what you want when he speeds up again and your sobs ebb, “Want something bigger, yeah?” He stretches you open to emphasise, raising his brow. “My fingers not enough for you, baby girl?”
You nod and your hair scratches against your neck, “Need you, Eddie. Please. Please, fuck.” your words die off as breathless pleads.
“Need my cock? Will that make you feel better?” His tone is teasing and if the thought of him not giving you what you wanted didn’t make you feel worse, you’d scold him. Maybe glare at him. But, pliant in his hand, you nod with a whimper.
“Please.” Your eyes are pleading and glassy and Eddie groans. Hard and gruff from the back of his throat.
“Like I’d ever say no to you,” A comment dies on your lips. Something like, you say no to me every day. But you want him so bad, you think you might cry. You can’t even lie and say it’s an exaggeration.
Leaning forward again to brace himself with an arm by your head, he kneels into the mattress. Pulling his hand from your heat and moving to fist at his cock, your slick the perfect lubrication to work his cock to line it up at your entrance. You hold your breath, expecting him to slide in, but he rubs up and down a few times, nudging your clit with his tip.
You look down at him and whine, “Eddie, don’t.” You try to wriggle against him, find some sort of push.
He chuckles, “M’sorry. Sorry, you just look so cute when you’re like this,” He braces himself at your entrance and slides in halfway, grunting, “so needy, sweetheart.”
The feeling of him finally pushing in has gasps pushed past your lips as they fall open, an agape mouth that Eddie thinks needs to be kissed. He leans down to press his lips against yours, swallowing your moans and cries as he pushes in further while still bracing his weight away from you.
You wouldn’t mind at all if he leant on you, his entire body swallowing yours. Suffocated by him as he fucked you. But he clearly wants to savour every moment. Every noise and breath that you make as he eases you open.
“Fuck,” He grunts against your lips, more worked up than he let on. “That’s it.”
You keen, “Oh. Eddie.”
The stretch has you dizzied as he bottoms out, snug against you as the crush of curls against his pelvis tickles your clit. You bend your leg and push your knee into his side as he pulls out, trying to find the perfect rhythm he always does. Rocking in and out, free hand coming to push into your bare stomach, feeling where he thrusts.
“Like that?” He asks, the other hand moving to grab your thigh in his strong hand, and he finds the perfect spot deep inside you. He’s amazing in bed, truly. 
You can’t find the words how to describe how good you feel. Euphoric, maybe? Afraid of your own voice, you smile and nod.
The tears that you’d done such a good job at holding back, break the barrier and trail down the apples of your cheeks. You hold your breath until he pulls out halfway, turning your head into his pillow, rubbing dampness into the soft plushness.
He stops and moves his hand to turn your head, face snug against his palm and he pats you lightly, “You okay, baby?”
You sniffle, looking up with a bleary gaze and wet eyelashes, “Yes, don’t stop, Eds.”
“You’re crying, sweetheart.” He frowns, almost horrified, and brushes away a stray tear with a knuckle, squeezing the flesh of your hip.
Your tongue feels heavy, “Feels so good, please, fuck, Eddie.” You ramble, trying your best to let him know that nothing’s wrong. 
“What? Are you sure? I’m not hurting you?” He strains and you move your hands to cup his face, squeezing gently.
“No. Good tears, promise. You’re amazing,” You smile lopsidedly, blinking back another round of tears where your eyelashes have bunched into wet triangles. "Promise.” You repeat, letting go.
Hesitantly, he moves in again and you gasp, moving up to wrap your arms under his and around his back, clawing to pull him closer until his chest is flush against yours. This reassures him, your need to be so close. 
His face hovers above yours and his breath is hot on your face, “What’s got you like this, huh?”
His thrusts fasten, spurred on by your strong hold and when you clench around him. Gummy walls mould around the thick of his cock that drags cruelly through you. “You.” You tell him mater of factly.
He rocks in and you bounce backwards, tits grazing against his thick curl of chest hair, “My cock got you all needy, yeah? Jus’ wanna be full.” He says it like it's fact. Like he knows you too well. He does, because it’s true.
You hook your legs around his ass and lower back and push him deeper. A new round of tears fall down your face, dampening your cheeks that hadn’t even had a chance to dry, yet. You sob when he’s once again hitting that sweet spot.
“Fuck, you look so pretty.’’ he grunts, punctuated through a slap of his hips against skin, “Crying for me to fuck you like this.” His hand comes down to pinch your wet cheeks together, smooshed until your lips part.
Rough fingers squeeze at your skin as you sob, tears wetting his fingertips that begin to slip. “Shit. Look at you princess.” You blink slowly and your makeup runs. You’re completely fucked out and useless underneath him where he presses you into the bed. Your own arms go limp beside you when he lets your face go to circle his fingers around your swollen clit. 
A vein pops in his neck and you want to kiss and bite at his skin but find your head heavy and have zero strength to lift it. 
“Such a crybaby.” He huffs. You nod. 
"Uh-huh."
You throw your head back and whimper at his words. They have a heat burning in the pit of your stomach, spurred on by ruthless fucking. It builds and he ruts harder, grunting like he’s in the same position. Ready to come undone.
You sob and cry and Eddie groans and grunts. A perfect mix of noise that the neighbours are sure to hear.
“Eddie. I’m- I’m gonna..” His hand touches a spot on your clit and your jolt before you can even finish your sentence. Your orgasm takes over and you screw your eyes as they run white and your legs tense.
Eddie too, cums, deep inside you as you clench and drain him for every last drop. His back goes hard and he throws his head into the pit next to your head. Last final moans a whisper against your ear.
He pulls out to look down at you as you blink back the last mist of your tears, opening your eyes slowly, a lazy smile against your raw, bitten lips.
Your hair is stuck to your face and he leans down to brush it away with a shaky hand before he wipes at your eyes. You sigh and he says, “There she is,” His eyes crease and his mouth is soft. “Everything okay? Wasn’t too much?”
It was a lot. But in the most amazing way. Your limbs ache and feel heavy and your tummy tingles where you still twitch around him, “No, it was good. Amazing, Eddie.”
He hums and pulls out gently, careful as he watches your face scrunch up. He pecks your nose before he falls on his back, right next to you with a ruffle of hair. You turn on your side and throw your arm over his sticky body with a deep groan of contentment. He wraps his fingers around your bicep and the other arm finds its home over your shoulders to pull you as close as possible. A mess of limbs when you throw your legs over his, not sure where yours start and his end.
His lips come down to your hair to breathe you in before he kisses you. Hands rubbing up and down the length of your arm. It breaks out into goosebumps and you shiver.
“Cold?” He doesn’t let you answer before he pulls his sheets over the two of you. Trapping in your warmth.
Your eyes flutter closed and the both of you still. The setting sun paints his room twilight and the two of you are just a bump under the covers, rising and falling with calming hearts.
“Don’t let me fall asleep, Eds. I’m all sticky.” You murmur.
“I won’t. Jus’ ten minutes.” He replies.
Eddie lets you fall asleep, tracing circles into your hip bone, contentment aching his limbs. He wasn’t far behind.
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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸
there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.
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day one | sore
stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage
day two | don't smile
steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink
day three | stuffed
devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole
day four | a little fashion show
best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie
day five | stay still
peter parker + bondage
day six | hold up, let me record this
jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape
day seven | the palace guards
guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship
day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them
mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism
day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut
tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie
day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you
poe dameron + somno thigh fucking
day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself
matt murdock + secret office sex
day twelve | nothing more than a toy
rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with
day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me
boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex
day fourteen | open your fucking mouth
dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink
day fifteen | tiny
miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference
day sixteen | the wall between us
cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding
day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me
spencer reid + aftercare
day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows
brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping
day nineteen | ring ring
sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating
day twenty | window
perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism
day twenty-one | say yes
fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness
day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that
bucky barnes + anal
day twenty-three | double check
dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation
day twenty-four | maroon
vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink
day twenty-five | i want you
pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment
day twenty-six | teamwork
pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang
day twenty-seven | my little flower
din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming
day twenty-eight | hysteria
doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine
day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight
werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking
day thirty | magical mimic
eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation
day thirty-one | you can’t put it in
stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob
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Kinktober Day 1: Dirty Talk with Eddie Munson
eddie munson x f!reader, minors dni! not proofread & finished at 5:47 am so… there may be some mistakes in here?!
extra tags: hair pulling, choking, overstimulation, condescending!eddie, crying, creampie
You had lost count of how many times Eddie had made you cum in the last hour.
He had you on your hands and knees on the bed, although you had lost the strength to hold yourself up a couple orgasms ago. Now you were on your knees with your chest and face pressed down into the mattress below you, while Eddie was somehow still driving into you from behind.
You felt him lean down so his mouth was closer to your ear.
“You’ve got one more for me, I know you do.”
You whined and squeezed your eyes shut. Eddie could feel your cunt squeeze his cock at his words and he laughed quietly.
“I- I don’t know, Eddie,” you whimpered out as he continued to fuck you. He hummed softly and squeezed your hip before pushing his cock all the way inside you in one thrust, this time not pulling back out. You felt him lean down closer to you again, this time snaking his arm underneath your body so his hand could wrap around your throat.
Eddie grunted as your pussy clenched at the feeling of his hand on your throat. He used his other hand to push your hair away from your neck before he kissed your sensitive flesh.
“You don’t know, baby?” He asked, his tone teasing and condescending. You went to shake your head, but his hand tightened around your throat. You bit your bottom lip and whimpered quietly.
“N-no, I don’t know,” you said, your voice small. Eddie’s lips curved into a smile against your neck. He inhaled and hummed again while his thumb on your throat slowly ran up and down your skin.
“I think…” Eddie started to say as he moved his other hand to the back of your head. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled until your head was pulled back against his shoulder. You gasped at the pain and sudden change in position. “You’re holding back on me.”
You started to blubber out that you weren’t, but your words were cut short when Eddie’s hands tightened around your throat again. The cool metal of his rings threatened to dig deeper, but you knew Eddie knew just how much strength to put on your throat without hurting you.
“You don’t think you’re holding back on me?” Eddie asked, his grip in your hair never letting up. “Tellin’ me this slutty pussy can only take a few fucking orgasms?”
You whined louder and tried to move your hips to get Eddie to start moving again. He laughed and shook his head.
“See that? Look at you, just trying to get me to fuck you more. Thought you didn’t know if you could take any more, sweetheart.”
The way he grit out the pet name made your hips buck, or at least try to. You groaned in frustration and closed your eyes.
“Please?” you whispered.
“Hm? What was that?” Eddie asked as his hand tightened around your throat once more. “Little whore has something to say?”
Your eyebrows furrowed as you whined again.
“Please, Eddie,” you said, your voice louder this time. “Please, please, fuck me more.”
Eddie smiled and kissed your neck again. You sucked in a breath when his hand left your throat and traveled down between your legs. He groaned when his fingers were met by just how wet you were.
“Fuckin’ dripping still, sweetheart. Feel how messy your pussy is?”
You let out a strangled moan when you felt Eddie’s fingers slip around your slit, gathering your wetness to bring back to your clit. He started rubbing it in tiny circles, and it set something off in you.
“Fuck! Eddie, please!” you cried out and tried to push your hips back against him, as if his cock wasn’t already pushed all the way inside you. “Fuck me, I need it!”
Eddie groaned and started rubbing your clit faster as he pulled your hair harder, pulling your head back a bit more. You whimpered at the pain and felt tears prick your eyes from the overwhelming pressure building inside you again.
“Look at me,” Eddie said, never letting up on his grip in your hair or his movements on your clit. You felt hot tears fall down your cheeks as you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side as much as you could with him pulling your hair. He leaned forward and kissed the tear running down your cheek again before pulling his head away slightly so he could get a good look at you.
Eddie sucked in a breath at the sight of you. Your hair in his hand, your head pulled back as tears gathered in your eyes from the overstimulation on your clit while your cunt was still full of cock. You were trembling and moaning, and Eddie never wanted to look away.
“You look like such a pretty, slutty whore, baby,” Eddie cooed. “Bet you wanna cum, don’t you?”
“Yes, fuck, please,” you breathed out as you tried to move your hips again. Eddie laughed slightly at your desperation.
“Tell ya’ what,” He murmured, leaning back down so he was closer to your ear. He gripped your hair tighter which made your cunt clench around him and made you cry out again. He licked his lips as he smiled. “You can cum, as soon as I fill this fuckin’ filthy pussy up. How’s that sound?”
“Fuck, yes! Fuck me, Eddie, fill me, just let me cum!” you cried out as more tears rolled down your cheeks.
Eddie couldn’t stop smiling as he pushed you back down, letting up on his grip in your hair. Instead, he held your head down to the mattress as he finally started fucking you again. You moaned and screamed as you clawed at the sheets below you, holding onto them for dear life as Eddie took you again.
He kept up the pace on your clit for a few more moments before he groaned and moved both of his hands to your hips. He held you tight as he fucked into you harder and faster, groaning each time as he came closer to finishing.
“You ready, baby?” Eddie ground out the words and you moaned loudly, nodding your head quickly.
“Fucking fill me, Eddie, please,” you whined, your pussy already starting to clench around him again.
Eddie held your hips even tighter than before, cursing out loud as his hips stuttered and he pushed his cock all the way in, finally spilling his cum inside you.
The moans and whimpers escaping your throat were garbled and warped as you felt him filling your pussy. You could barely breathe when Eddie’s fingers returned to your clit and started rubbing again.
“Come on baby, said you could cum after I fill you,” Eddie said, his tone much sweeter and gentler now. You didn’t need much coaxing as you squeezed your eyes shut, your entire body tensing as you finally came once more around Eddie’s cock.
The next few moments were a blur to you. You were too blissed out to truly recognize the feeling of Eddie pulling out of you, then standing up to go get a warm cloth to clean you up. When he returned, he took a few moments to admire the sight on his bed before very gently starting to wipe his cum from your leaking pussy.
You had whimpered and twitched at the feeling, which made Eddie coo and reach up, rubbing his hand along your back. After making sure you were cleaned up, he put the cloth to the side and laid down next to you. He was careful as he pulled you close and into his arms. You had gathered up enough strength to turn onto your side and curl up next to him, your head resting on his chest.
“Did so good, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured as he kissed the top of your head. You were too tired to really say anything back, but you hummed in response. Eddie smiled against your head. He kissed you one more time before laughing softly.
“Told ya’ you had one more for me.”
You managed to giggle and shove him in the side gently.
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kinktober - leather and latex
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littledemondani · 6 months
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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬/𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐟𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)
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warnings: 18+ mdni, mentions of p in v sex, fingering, overstimulation, mentions of oral (f receiving), love bites, pet names (baby, sweetheart, my girl), squirting, fwb to lovers
wc: 0.9k
a/n: this is not edited so if there's mistakes, deal with it. not sure how i feel about this one but i couldn't not post for y'all.
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“eddie,” you moan breathlessly, squirming a little as his thumb rubs tight circles on your puffy, sensitive clit. “s’too much…”
eddie hums in acknowledgment against the crook of your neck, though he doesn’t make an effort to slow his movements down. he continues to nibble and suck at your exposed skin, occasionally peppering gentle kisses here and there.
from the moment you walked through his apartment door he was on you, not even giving you time to hang up your jacket and keys. 
in the entirety of yours and eddie’s…little arrangement…he had never shown this type of needy affection towards you. he never kissed you, never held your hand, or called you endearing pet names. it was strictly sex. no strings attached and non exclusive. 
he kissed you with urgency, his hands roaming all over your body and pulling you as close to him as he could  get you. his actions made your head spin with a million questions, but they were all pushed to the back the second his hand cupped your pussy underneath your dress.
eddie made you cum several times after that. on his cock, on his tongue, on his fingers. he couldn’t get enough of you. completely drunk on watching you fall apart for him again and again.
“it’s too much?” he asks as he gently eases two fingers inside of your cunt.
you moan softly, gently tugging on the base of his hair. he chuckles, slightly lifting himself up on his forearm to get a better look at you.
his eyes stay glued to you as he pumps his fingers into you. your lips are parted, eyelids fluttering, skin covered in a light sheen of sweat, hickeys littered all across your neck and chest. every inch of you was marked by him in some way and it made his cock twitch against your thigh.
“come on, baby,” he whispers, giving you a crooked smile. “you can give me one more.”
he quickens the pace of his fingers and your back arches off of the mattress. everything feels intense, like you’re hyper aware of all the sensations in your body. it hurts but fuck does it feel so incredibly good at the same time. his thumb finds your clit again and the contact has you moaning out in relief.
“i-i d-don’t know if i —fuck!—if i can,” you mewl.
“of course you can, sweetheart,” he says between sucking fresh hickeys onto the column of your throat.
eddie is the only one who can play your body like this. who can bring you to your limit and push you over the edge repeatedly. he’s the only one who you would let do whatever he wanted to you if he asked. you try to hide your budding feelings for him away, but with the how he’s been with you all night, so tentative to you in ways he hadn’t been before, you’re finding it to be nearly impossible.
you reach your hand to cup eddie’s face, your own eyes staring deep into his. like you’re trying to search for something deep within his chocolate eyes. and you’re pleasantly surprised when you find him searching yours right back. then his lips are on yours, completely stealing the air right from your lungs.
your second kiss of the night is nothing short of feral. you both claw at each other, needing to be utterly consumed by the other. eddie’s fingertips graze against your sweet spot and you moan into the kiss. he rubs the small patch over and over until you’re practically shaking beneath him.
he finally breaks the kiss only to nibble and suck another love bite onto your heated skin.
“you look so fucking beautiful like this,” he says breathlessly. “covered in the hickeys i made. mine, mine, mine.”
your head is spinning in a lust filled haze that you can’t even form a coherent sentence. you’re babbling some nonsense mixed with ‘yes’ and ‘fuck’ and ‘please’.
“aww, my baby’s so fucked out,” he says in a mocking tone. “can’t even fucking talk right.”
“mhm,” you mewl, nodding as you do. “eds…”
“cum for me,” he demands. “you can do it, baby. come on.”
eddie pulls his fingers from your cunt and rubs fast circles against your clit. he adds a bit of pressure, just enough to send your orgasm barreling right through you.
you cum hard with a loud cry of his name, squirting over his hand and soaking the sheets below you. you can’t think, your vision whitens and your hearing goes slightly fuzzy. all you can feel is the blissful pleasure that’s overtaken you.
“oh fuck, baby, that’s it. mmm—fuck you’re such a good girl. my good girl. shit!” eddie groans, continuing to rub your puffy clit through your high.
it takes you a good minute or so to come down from your high, and when you do, you push eddie’s hand off your pussy, the sensation having felt painful and really sensitive.
the two of you stay there, chests heaving as you glance at each other. 
“yours, huh?” you question. you’re not sure why you even brought that up, but you can always blame it on your post orgasm state. 
eddie suddenly turns red. unsure of how to answer that. he hadn’t even realized what he was saying. completely caught up in the moment and how fucking horny he was. he tries to rack his brain for an explanation, but you cut him off before he can even find one. 
“omg relax, munson,” you say teasingly, biting down on your lower lip. “i know it was only your horny brain talking.”
he plays it off well but your words kinda hurt him. it wasn’t just his horny brain talking because he was wrapped up in you. it’s because he wants you.
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