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thepastdied · 10 months

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hi! i was wondering if i could have something with virgin!eddie cumming in his pants or too early and he’s whimpering and whining about it but reader lets him know that she finds it hot? thank you in advance if you do it! if not then thank you for letting me ask at least 😊

Yes, yes- and yes. Of fucking COURSE. This is actually one of the drafts I started!! I love this request 💕

18 + MDNI SMUT

virgin!eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

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You'd kissed before. Once. It was only several seconds, and he was so awkward and sweet that it made you fall harder for him. You thought that maybe he'd ask you out after that, but sadly, he's been acting all weird and shy around you since. He was still his goofy self, but whenever you stood too close, he would clam up and make up a dumb excuse as to why he had to go.

"Welp- gotta go see my friend John." He'd blurt before clumsily throwing himself into the boys bathroom.

You'd been relentlessly flirting with him for the last week. Week and a half? You lost count. You began upping up the amp a little more each day until he got red in the face and it made you go nuts.

Eddie was at his locker, scratching his nose as he quizzically looked around his basically empty locker.

"I swear it was in here- Jesus fucking Christ!" His back hit the wall as he gripped his chest, eyes wild as he finally noticed you'd been standing just a foot behind him.

"Jeez, you're on edge." You snorted at him.

He swallowed and lightly shrugged before slamming his locker shut and spitting his hair from his lips.

"Don't you have somewhere to be, sweetheart?" His eyes left yours and landed on the obnoxiously loud group of jocks that were trotting down the hallway, all hyped up and ready for the game.

Yeah, in your pants.

"Miss you, Eddie.." You stepped forward once the hallway was cleared and gripped his vest, pulling him closer. A whimper bubbled in his throat.

"Y..you miss me?" Eddie blinked a few times, mouth slightly agape when you took your bottom lip in between your teeth and nodded.

You harshly pulled him from the locker and just a short way down the hall, stopping in front of the janitor's closet and ripping the door open.

"Holy shit you're strong- Oh my god, what are you doing?" He stumbled into the closet and held his hands up as you took your hair out of your ponytail sexily. "Okay- You look like you want to chew me up and spit me out-"

"Eddie." You snapped.

"What.." He breathed, licking his lips as he watched you do the same and letting his shoulders slump down.

"Shut up." You stalked toward him and smirked as he dumbly nodded, placing his hands on your hips as you wrapped yours around his neck and pulling him down.

Eddie's eyes warmly looked into yours, a blush spreading across his cheeks.

"You're really pret-" He mumbled but was cut off as his nose touched yours when you pushed yourself onto your toes.

Your fingers dug into the nape of his neck as you crashed your lips into his. It was harsh yet still sweet, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip before biting down. He made a noise that you'd never imagine he could make and pulled your hips tightly against his and, fuck, he was hard. You wanted to hear that noise again.

You pulled away from him, moving your head back slightly and tutting when he chased your lips. Your hands slid down his body, feeling his heart hammer when they moved over his chest and body shiver when they met his torso and pelvis. Your fingers brushed against his hard on through his tight jeans before palming him firmly. Eddie's hand shot out to grab onto a shelf, taking a few steps backward to lean against the wall. You stepped forward and pressed a kiss to his neck, sucking and nibbling there as he moaned and panted, snaking a hand up your side and toward your breasts.

"You're so hard, Eddie. All I did was kiss you." You laughed and shook your head, placing messy kisses up his neck and along his jaw, his rough stubble scraping against your lips.

"You wanna touch me?" You raised your brows as you looked into his glazed eyes.

"Y-yeah.. right here.." He somehow managed to muster, eyes darting to your boobs that were covered by your cheer uniform. "-please."

"Since you're such a good boy and answered without hesitation, of course. But you need to take my top off." You smirked up at him, another challenge.

Eddie audibly gulped as he pursed his lips. His hands were sweaty and fingers nimble. He'd thought about you touching him so, so many times. Having you whimper as he groped all over your body, chanting his name as you fucked yourself on his cock and he gave you praises. But when it came to actually being close to you, his flight response kicked in. You made him so nervous he wanted to throw up, but this was his opportunity to give it to you the way he wanted, the way you deserved. Hard. Messy. Deep.

But there was one very, very big problem.

He was a virgin and had no idea where to start.

You were completely overpowering him and it wasn't going how he imagined, but he was absolutely loving it nonetheless.

He took a deep breath through his nose and balled the hem of your uniform in his hands before swiftly pulling it over your head, grabbing onto your bare waist and pulling you flush against him.

That tiny spark of confidence quickly faded, but he mentally applauded himself for his brave action and for pulling out a shocked reaction from you.

"What.. what now?" He cleared his throat when it cracked and glued his eyes to the pale pink bra you wore, the lace embellishments looking so delicate against your soft skin.

"Wow, Munson. I knew you had it in you." You palmed him harder. "Touch me."

"Fuck.. thank you." He whispered, groping his hands on the underside of your breasts, rubbing his thumb over where your nipples were under the fabric and feeling them harden.

He watched as the swell of your breasts puffed up as he squeezed, sighing at the sight and leaning down to kiss at the stretch marks on the top of your breasts.

You removed your hand from his crotch and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him more into you and humming when he trailed his lips up to your collarbone, sucking the skin there and leaving a couple marks right where your skin is exposed when wearing your uniform. He grunted when you tugged and pulled away, slapping his hand on the back of your thigh just below your ass and lifting your leg up. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Eddie's nails bit harshly into your thighs as you pulled him tighter, his back up against the dusty and grimy wall of the janitor's closet.

"S-shit." He hissed when you set your pussy harder into his dick, grinding yourself against him and moaning as you threw your head back, your juices soaking through your panties and leaving a patch on his jeans. His grip got more harsh and he shut his eyes tightly when he looked down and noticed.

"Eddie! You're leaving marks-"

"Well l-let them see, then. Will… oh fuck… will s-show them you're taken." He splayed his hands over the crescents left behind from his nails.

He stepped toward the small table and set you down, roughly and feverntly grinding his hips into yours, whimpering as he watched where your bodies met.

"Want you inside me, Eddie."

"Want me to f-fill you up, huh? I can… I can do that-" He choked and stiffened, eyes wide.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck wait stop-" He whimpered, panting and begging for you to stop your movements.

A guttural moan erupted from his chest, his body falling forward onto yours as he bucked against you and muffled his moan against your breast. He made that noise from earlier and it almost made you cum, your legs slightly shaking. There was a moment of silence before he pushed himself off you, guilt and shame apparent on his face.

"God, I really ruined it, didn't I? I'm so sorry- I'll- I'll do better next time, I swear. If you don't wanna do it again, though, I totally get it, this is horrible. Shit, I'm such a loser. It's so pathetic-"

"Eddie."

"What."

"Shut up."

He pouted and hung his head down and looked at the large wet stain on his black jeans, huffing and shaking his head in disappointment. He continued to chastise himself and kicked at nonexistent dirt on the floor.

"Could have made you feel real good, y'know? And it's my first time doin' stuff. I didn't get to... fill you up.." He sighed and looked at you sadly as he whined.

You reached your hands out to him, pulling him to stand in between your open legs.

"That.. was so fucking hot." You grabbed his cheeks so he could look at you, his eyes lighting up in surprise "Like, it almost made me cum, Eddie."

"Really..?" He gaped.

"Alriiiiiight, Tiiiiiiigerrrrrrrrs! The game will start in 8 minutes! Head down to the gymnasium!" Prinicple Higgin's voice boomed from the intercom and echoed throughout the hallways.

Eddie gritted his teeth and quickly placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs, attaching his mouth to your clothed pussy and sloppily mouthing at it.

"Oh… oh my God." Your hands found his hair as you gasped loudly in surprise and pleasure.

"Fuck, you taste good." He palmed himself and felt his dick slightly harden again.

"Last call! 5 minutes everyone!!"

Eddie clumsily unbluckled his belt and pressed his cum soaked boxers against your core.

"Five-" He thrust against you "fucking-" harder this time "minutes?!" Seconds later you comvulsed at the wet sensation, a high pitched moan following your fast pants.

"You.. you came?" He slowed his movements as he came to a stop.

You gave him a lazy nod in response, only having a minute to collect yourself before you had to run down the hall for cheer.

"Woah.. that was hot." He chuckled and grabbed a roll of paper towels, wiping up whatever he could and handing you your shirt before untucking his own to cover the stain on his pants.

"Come over tonight." You softly demanded as you pulled your shirt on and quickly put your hair back into a ponytail. You placed two hands on his chest and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "After Hellfire, of course."

Eddie gave you a wide grin and nodded.

"Of course, baby."

You bit your lip at the pet name, pulling him into a firm kiss before you peeked your head out from the closet, looking at the empty hallways.

You both stepped out and looked at eachother.

"Ew, a freak, get away from me." You jokingly teased as you started trotting down the hall, blowing him a kiss.

"Ew, a cock hungry slut, get away from me." He flipped you off before catching your kiss and holding it to his chest, stumbling backward and grinning as you gave him one last wave and disapeared around the corner.

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ashwhowrites · 9 days

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, Eds and Reader don't know each other, but Max and Dustin know both Eddie and Reader, and they both think that they would be a great couple so they try to get them to know each other but it never works. But what if Reader goes to the trailer park to take care of Max, or help her with homework but on her way to Max's trailer, Reader falls and Eddie sees it and helps her, after some time, Eddie and Reader start dating and it made Max and Dustin happy but they argue about who made that it happened? (I hope this make sense! I just imagine Max and Dustin seeing how similar Reader and Eddie are in some aspects so they're like, yeah, they would be a great couple, but for some reason, they can't make them like meet each other or even see each other! you can change some things if you think it'll be better!)

I love writing Max as a bestie. This idea is adorable. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it! Thank you for requesting♥︎

Wingman vs Wingwoman

Max was surprised to find herself being friends with a cheerleader, granted it was forced in the beginning. Max's mom has been on an insane level since everything happened with Billy, so she refuses to let Max be alone. Y/N became Max's babysitter, Max wasn't warmed to the idea at first but now it was more of friends hanging out compared to babysitting.

Y/N was way more chill and interesting than the other cheerleaders, shocking Max. They talked, watched horror movies, shared comic books, and went to skate parks. With all of Y/N's badass interests, Max realized she might not be the only one who would adore her. Max knew she had to get Y/N to meet Eddie.

Dustin fell in love with Y/N the second she walked into the student council. Dustin's mom wanted him to engage in more school activities ( apparently hellfire wasn't real enough. ) But the student council wasn't horrible when Y/N was the president. Dustin was a love-sick puppy when it came to her and he practically was her vice president with how much he did for the club. Or for her. With her leading confidence and how high she held her head, Dustin couldn't help but see a bit of Eddie in her. That's when it snapped in Dustin's head that Eddie would love to meet this girl.

~~~

Max was rushing Y/N to Hellfire with a purpose in mind.

"I'm gonna be late for the student council!" Y/N groaned as Max dragged her arm down the opposite hallway.

"I know! I just need to show you something." Max said, a tiny smirk on her face. Her blue eyes lit up with mischief.

Max cheered as they reached the door, Y/N looked at her confused for two reasons. One, Max was excited about something, and two it was about a door with hellfire written on cardboard.

"What the hell is this?" Y/N asked, Max didn't answer, so she yanked open the door.

Max's smile and mood fell when she didn't see Eddie. Just the same losers she always saw.

"Where is he?" Max demanded, her foot stomped against the glossy floor.

"Dustin, dude, we can't be late for this campaign. The rest of the sheep are already set up." Eddie scolded but Dustin didn't listen. Just yanking Eddie down the hall.

"Just one minute!" Dustin groaned. He sighed at the lack of patience Eddie had.

"Where are we even going?" Eddie huffed.

"Tada!" Dustin cheered as he yanked open the wooden door. Eddie peeked in over Dustin's head and felt confused.

"Tada? It's a group of nerds talking about the school."

"It's called the student council, and she's not here!" Dustin growled. Where the hell was she?

~~~

Max and Dustin had no idea they were trying to get Y/N and Eddie to see each other. And they had no idea they were backfiring each other's plans.

"No! I need Eddie, I've been trying to get him to meet this girl for weeks!" Max snapped at Dustin, her icy blue eyes glaring straight at him.

Dustin felt himself shivering in fear but tried to stay confident.

"I don't care. I've got a way better girl for Eddie to meet."

"Mine's better, just watch." Max scoffed as she raced off on her skateboard.

"What did red want?" Eddie asked as he walked to his van.

"No clue. But look, I need you to drop me off at school early tomorrow, student council meeting." Dustin lied, Eddie huffed but agreed as he started the engine.

"Max, what's up? Dustin said he needed me this morning." Y/N asked as Max kept looking up and down the hallways.

"I just need to see something!" Max said as she looked into the parking lot. She saw Eddie's van but she couldn't find him at all. She checked all the rooms she knew Eddie knew but nothing.

"Dude, we've been here for ten minutes, when does this meeting start? We are the only ones here." Eddie sighed. He could have gotten another hour of sleep but this damn kid.

Dustin checked his watch with a pit of anxiety in his stomach. Y/N said she'd be here and she is nowhere to be seen.

"Whatever. I'm going to have a smoke." Eddie said as he walked out the door.

Not even two minutes later Y/N walked in with a grumpy Max.

"Of fucking course," Dustin said as he shook his head.

~~~

Max and Dustin were slowly wanting to give up. Every plan they had was backfired. Somehow Eddie and Y/N were always at the wrong place at the right time.

Y/N groaned as she walked through the muddy trailer park. She regretted wearing her nice shoes. A huge van came speeding down the road, frightening her into slipping in the mud.

She groaned as she landed on her ass. Now her clothes were as muddy as her shoes.

The van slammed on their breaks and a boy came running out.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." The boy apologized, he kneeled next to her as he softly helped her stand up.

She went to scream in his face but once she took in his face, she was silent. He was the most gorgeous boy she's ever seen. His soft skin, bone structure, nice jaw, and flowing brown curls rested on his shoulders.

"Oh, that's alright." She shrugged off with a smile. She was sure she'd have fallen for him the same way if he still wasn't holding her up by the waist.

Eddie didn't hear a word she said. Too amazed at how beautiful the girl was. He didn't even realize he was still touching her until she shifted.

"Shit sorry." He apologized again as he removed his hands. He took in her muddy clothes.

"This will sound so creepy, but can I drive you to my trailer to get you new clothes? I feel awful." Eddie smiled as she laughed.

"It is super creepy, but I also don't want to babysit in these clothes." So she agreed and they rode off to his trailer. Only to connect the dots that Max was right across the way.

"Here! It's just an old shirt and some sweatpants." Eddie said as he handed Y/N the clothes.

"Do you want me to drive you to the trailer you need?" Eddie asked as they stood at his front door.

"It's actually just right there so I can walk. Thank you, what was your name?" She asked.

"Eddie Munson, and you?" He asked as he held out his hand.

Max eyed Y/N as she walked in covered in mud and clothes in her hand.

"What happened to you?" Max asked as she got off the couch.

"Slipped in mud, but I got new clothes so gonna change!" Y/N said she walked into the bathroom, with a smile on her face.

~~~

A month passed and Max was preparing to give up. No matter what she did, she never got Eddie and Y/N in the same room.

"Why can't you come tonight again?" Max asked, Y/N walked beside her down the hallway.

"I've got a date, but your mom is staying home," Y/N explained.

"Where is the date? I've got a guy for you and I bet he's way better than whatever loser you picked yourself."

"Rude, he is not a loser. I appreciate in a weird way that you want to set me up, but I'm fine. We are going to the movies."

"Dustin, I can't! I'm going to the movies for a date." Eddie sighed as he searched for an outfit to wear.

"Waste of time, bro. I've got the perfect girl for you. Just cancel, then come be my wingman at the diner then I'll set you guys up!" Dustin argued.

"First, I am way too old to be your wingman. It's creepy. And second, this girl is hot, I'm not ditching."

"Come on dude! You are my only ride and my mom said I needed a babysitter. Steve is working so please?"

"She's here, see ya," Dustin said as he ran to an empty booth with his date.

Eddie picked a seat where he could see the back of Dustin's head.

He smiled when Y/N took the seat across from him, blocking Dustin.

They dived into a conversation and the time flew by in seconds.

Dustin said goodbye to his date and walked over to Eddie, he noticed Eddie was alone.

"Stood up?" Dustin mocked as he pointed to the empty seat.

"Bathroom, now beat it," Eddie said, but Dustin sat down instead.

"I've got nowhere to go, you are my ride." Dustin shrugged, grabbing a fry from the plate in the middle of the table. "Plus, my girl would be so much better for you."

Max walked into the diner, and her mom drove her to pick up dinner. She waited near the counter as she waited. She gasped when Y/N walked out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing here? I thought you had a date?" Max asked, her arms crossed.

"I do! We changed it to her because he had to babysit." Y/N explained.

"Babysit? Can't get a real job?" Max mocked and rolled her eyes.

"Watch it. I'm a babysitter." Y/N declared as she glared at the younger girl.

"Is he still here? I want to meet him so I can prove my guy is better."

Y/N sighed but agreed, walking Max to the table.

"Dustin?"

"Y/N?"

Eddie looked between them confused, "you two know each other?"

"How the hell do you know her?" Dustin spazzed as he looked at Eddie with huge eyes.

"EDDIE IS THE GUY!" Max squealed, and Y/N was confused about her showing a positive emotion.

"What is going on?" Eddie and Y/N asked at the same time.

After Dustin and Max explained their sides, they left the couple alone. Dustin walked Max out to her car, killing time until Eddie was ready to leave.

"I so did that." Dustin bragged, he nodded in improvement as Eddie slid his arm around Y/N as they walked out.

"They didn't even know you were trying to set them up, plus she met him because of me!" Max argued

"No, she did not!" Dustin fought back.

"Yes huh!"

"No huh!"

"It's kinda cute they wanted us together so much," Y/N said, walking out of the diner.

"I'm surprised Dustin thought I was in your league." Eddie chuckled, his arm still over her shoulder.

"I'm surprised you'd even like a cheerleader," Y/N replied.

"When they look like you? Yeah, I like the cheerleader." Eddie teased, but his heart raced as she laughed and swatted at his chest.

He might have to give Dustin a praise for this.

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eddiesbigolepp · 2 years

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perv!eddie who cant help but stare at your chest when the necklace you’re wearing slots between your breasts.

perv!eddie who tries his hardest to not let his eyes fall to your ass when you walk away from him.

perv!eddie who has rented almost every porn vhs in hopes of finding one that looks like you.

perv!eddie who cant wait for summer, just to see you in the tiniest skirts and shorts imaginable.

perv!eddie who hangs up a pair of your used panties above his bed as his own reminder of your sickly sweet smell

perv!eddie who keeps a picture of you sleeping naked in his wallet, to get him off in a pinch

perv!eddie who always fake bangs you when you bend over, no matter the kind of relationship you have.

perv!eddie who makes sure theres no seats at lunch so your always sat in his lap, feeling his member grow the more you move.

perv!eddie who always checks you to see if you have matching undergarments because he believes that clashing is a big no no

perv!eddie whos number one house rule is no pants, just so he can see that cute butt scurry around his trailer

perv!eddie who cant help but pinch your nipples when he sees that theyre hard under your shirt.

perv!eddie who only drives so recklessly to watch your tits bounce as he hits every pothole imaginable

perv!eddie who loves to tie your shoes, especially when he gets the up skirt view from the ground.

perv!eddie who can never quite focus when you whine his name and yell at him for not being nice to you.

perv!eddie who goes out of his way to get new porno mags, looking for girls who look like you, and eventually making his own book.

perv!eddie who stole your cheer uniform once when you showered at his place, just so you you run around searching for it in the tiny towel he gave you.

perv!eddie who only gives you the loosest tank tops he owns when you ask for a shirt, just to see some side boob, maybe even get a nip slip

perv!eddie who loves to cuddle, only because when he falls asleep, he can rut against you and hear your whiny sounds

perv!eddie who loves to lay between your legs, face first, and smell your after practice sweat for hours.

perv!eddie who always lays your feet in his lap, imagining lifting your foot to his face and kissing your toes.

perv!eddie who makes you bend over in your skirts and dresses to see if you’ll flash anyone.

perv!eddie who always goes shopping with you, to get the shortest and skimpiest thing possible

perv!eddie who intentionally takes you to lovers lake without bathing suits so you have to go in naked

perv!eddie who loves to make you go outside when it rains so he can see through your shirt

perv!eddie who never fails to kiss you goodnight when he drops you off at home, the heads to his van to pump out a quick one in the back seat

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taintedcigs · 9 months

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i know places — e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x popular cheerleader!f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, ANGST, smut, p in v, kind of degradation, jealousy, praises, nicknames, br*eding kink, cre*mpie, FIGHT!!, eddie beats someone up, gareth is an asshole im sorry, and some flufff

summary: in which you are secretly dating eddie because his friends don't like you (wc: 6k+)

a/n: HELLO hello I AM BACK! i kind of hate this, and the ending sucks pls ignore it but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love ts x eddie!! also a part of this was heavily HEAVILY inspired by an ep of veronica mars bc its one of my fav shows!! also no dividers and i didn't proof-read SO PLEASE ignore the mistakes plss

Four months.

It had been four months since you and Eddie had started to “secretly date.”

And in all honesty, it had been fun. The sneaking around, the private dates, the quick fuck seshs in school, in the supply closet, after his D&D campaigns, in his van, in the woods.

And the teasing, oh god, the teasing.

It's why you were currently scrunched up in the back of his van, ragged breathing and curses, heavy tension filling the space.

“You done teasin’?” he asked, hovering over you.

It started with the glances in the hallway, at first, Eddie thought they were innocent. But the way you threw your head back as you touched Andy’s arm had Eddie’s jaw clenched.

He was sure his blood was boiling by the time he dragged you back to his van.

He dismissed your concerns about how he shouldn’t skip English again, he could care less, he needed you, and he needed you now.

It was driving him crazy too, while he had fun, he hated the idea of not being able to tell those stupid jocks to back off of his girl.

He hated the stupid school hierarchy and his friends for having to keep this relationship a secret, he hated not being able to show you off.

“Teasing?” You asked, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

“C’mon don’t play coy now.” He warned, “I know what you were tryin’ to do with that stupid jock.” He scoffed.

“And did it work?” You batted your lashes, and he rolled his tongue inside of his cheek. “Yeah.” He barely gave you any time to adjust before his lips hungrily attacked yours.

So needy and filled with lust that you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips. He didn’t waste any time as he reached for the edge of your tiny top almost ripping it off and letting it drop to the van’s floor.

You could feel your breath hitch with how rough he was being, his calloused fingers flipping your cheerleader skirt and moving your panties aside, sliding a finger as he groaned at the wetness, partying your pussy to get a better view of your gushing heat.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” He cursed under his breath, “Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby,” He peppered your heat. “All mine, yea?” He asked needily.

His fingers worked your clit with little circles, causing you to whimper out. “Mhmm.” You barely let out, eyes shutting immediately in pleasure.

His fingers worked to stretch you open, and his visible bulge was pressing hard against his uncomfortable pants, you knew you would get what you had been begging for all morning soon.

“You think it’s fuckin’ funny to try to make me jealous?” He raised a brow, and you stopped your lips from twitching into a smirk, you didn’t need him to edge you, not right now, not when you needed him this much.

“Nuh-uh.” You pouted, “Only did it cause you kept flirting with that girl yesterday at the gig.” You huffed, you knew you were being petty, but could care less, the downside to this whole deal was the fact that you couldn’t tell those girls to back off of him, you just had to smile and watch as they swooned all over him.

And if he could play at that game, so could you.

He gave you a slight chuckle before his fingers plunged in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you moaned for more. “Needy fuckin’ slut.” He’s being mean, and you love it.

“I’ll give you all the attention you need, yea? Such a bratty baby.” He teased.

You cried out when he retracted his fingers, feeling empty as you pouted at him. He was quick to get his aching cock out of the uncomfortable boxers, bouncing against his stomach as he hissed.

His breathing was ragged as his cock flexed in his palm, causing your thighs to tremble with need, “Do something.” You breathed.

He raised a brow at your eagerness, “Please,” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes at the pent-up frustration inside of you.

He was quick to dip his head down your chest, mouth nibbling at your nipples, and you arched against his fingers, he was driving you crazy and you could feel his aching cock brush against your thighs.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” He cried out pinching your clit, “And all mine,” You liked how rough and possessive he got when he was jealous, you didn’t care that it was wrong, your heat was pulsing relentlessly with need.

“Jesus,” He cried out when he had one hand on your hip, and used the other to rub the tip of his pulsing cock against your entrance.

You trembled with desire when he teased you further, his pink tip sliding easily over your soaking cunt, “C’mon, thought you wanted to fuckin’ tease me?” He mocked.

“You’re already cryin’ out like a whore and I haven’t even touched you properly yet, peach,” He cooes, causing you to whine.

“N—need you,” Barely able to speak, you spread your thighs further, and Eddie gives you a chuckle, his mocking was making you throb even more.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you spread your legs like that for that dumb jock too, honey?” His words are laced with bitterness and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Uh—uh, only you,” You whine, he’s rough as he grabs your cheeks making you look at him, your eyes widen as you desperately plead for him to do something — anything.

“Since I own this tight little cunt, I’m gonna use it like I fuckin’ want to,” He growls, and you whimper at that, Eddie’s lips tilt into a smirk, he knows you enjoy his words. “You want that, peach? You want me to wreck this pretty little pussy? Fill you to the brim with my warm load?” He asks, and it makes you tilt your head backward in pleasure when he teases his tip against your entrance again.

“Mpmhm… Fuckfuckfuck, yes please!” You’re practically shaking with the need to be fucked.

He grasped your wrists in one hand, pinning them against the cold walls of his van, making you hiss, barely giving you any warning before he slowly prodded his aching cock inside your velvety walls.

“Fuckohfuckohfuck,” His breathing was ragged and you could almost feel his cock splitting you open, your mouth rounding into a silent ‘Oh.’

As he plunged himself deeper into you, your back arched back toward him, making your cunt clamp down on his cock, and he growled, “S’fuckin’ tight, poor baby must’ve felt so empty without my cock, yea?” He cooes and you nod quickly.

You could feel your insides burn, both from need and from how big Eddie was. “Mmmph, greedy fuckin’ cunt. Takin’ me so well, honey.” He murmured peppering your face with kisses, you could barely take in his words, your mind clouded with desire.

Your eyes welled up in tears again, it felt so fucking good, feeling him this deep inside of you, “Shhh… you can do it baby,” Eddie encouraged as he forced himself deeper into your soaking walls.

“Be a good girl and take it all, can you do that honey?” You nodded immediately, Eddie’s hands were quick to caress your cheeks, “Good fuckin’ girl,” He murmured before he went on and on, his cock invading your walls until he was sure he was balls deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help the filthy squeaks that escaped your lips, the space of the van filled with your mewls and Eddie’s balls slapping against you.

He licks your neck before he bites hard onto your shoulder, his grunts filling the room as he plunges harder into you.

“Jesus fucking— mmpfh… just like that honey,” He murmurs into your neck, “My perfect fuckin’ girl.”

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” He nibbles on your neck, hands pinching your nipples. “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, baby,” He groans as he slams further inside of you.

“Edsedsedseds!” You repeat like a mantra, “What’d’ya need, peach?” He asks smugly.

“Jesus— n-need to cum!” You cry out and Eddie’s brain short-circuits for a moment, as you lay beneath him, plump lips making ‘Oh!’ sounds as your head is tilted back, and Eddie revels in it.

“Do it, honey. Cum for me,” He encourages.

“Need that tight little cunt to clamp down on me, peach,” He groans, and your whimpers get louder, you know you’re getting close and Eddie can feel how much you tighten around him.

“Shitshitshiiit— baby, this cunt is so fuckin’ greedy, and so fuckin’ tight,” He grunts. “All mine, angel.”

“’M close, Eds…” You barely blurt out in your fucked out state, and Eddie coos, “Cum for me, honey, c’mon cream my cock.”

He tilts his hips up further and hits your velvety walls so perfectly that almost has your eyes crossing.

Once his calloused fingers make their way onto your clit, rubbing slow circles and also giving your sensitive spot a pinch you cry out, trembling beneath him as you feel yourself release around his cock.

He lets out a loud grunt, “S’fuckin’ tight when you cum, shit— Gonna fuck my load into you, baby.”

“You want that? You want me to fill that pretty pussy, have you leakin’ my cum for days?” You nod weakly, still too fucked out to answer.

“Fuckfuckfuck— yeah, baby, gonna fill your tight little hole up, gonna give you all this cum,” He grunted.

“Would you like that honey? Shit—so fuckin’ tight, beg for it, beg for me, princess—” He almost growls into the curve of your neck, his hips slamming forward roughly, “Please—Eds, please, need your cum…” You make a mewling sound and Eddie can’t help himself, he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat and he knows he’s getting close now.

“Jesus—I’m gonna cum, honey. God—I’m gonna spend all of my load in this tight little cunt peach, it’s takin’ me so well, baby, I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to, fuckfuckfuck—”

“Goin’ to fuck my load into you, baby, need to fill you up nice and sweet,” He cooes, mind boggling with the sight of your tits jiggling each time he slams harder into you, he knows he is rearing his orgasm with the way his hips stutter.

“Cum inside’a me, please,” You purr, eyes sultry as they meet Eddie’s, his grip on your hips tightens enough to leave a mark, your words sending a wave of pleasure to him as his movement is picked up.

“Mhmm, I love it when you fill me up s’warm and nice, and make me yours,” You murmured and that was it for Eddie.

His groans became uncontrollable now, and his eyes squeezed shut, he slammed into your body one last time, roughly, a string of curses spilled from his lips before his cock pulsated and his warm sticky load painted your insides, already spilling out of your tight cunt with how stuffed you were, falling down your thighs.

With a few “Fuckfuckfuck’s” Eddie collapsed on top of you, lips peppering your face softly as he wrapped an arm around you, murmuring, “You okay, baby?”

You nodded quickly, “Mhmm…” You relaxed into his warm body, “That fuckin’ punk really thought he could flirt with you, huh?” He chuckled; he was still possessive, bringing a dark smile to your lips.

“You know what you have to do to keep them away, don’t you?” You raised a brow, and he immediately knew what you were implying, but he wasn’t ready for any of it.

“Not this again,” He huffed, and you were quick to get out of his hold, you weren’t the type to push a guy around to make things exclusive, but with Eddie, you wanted nothing more than that, you didn’t even care about the teasing you would endure when the two of you made things official, but he certainly did, and it was starting to hurt you.

“Nevermind,” You murmured, searching for your clothes as Eddie got up, “Why are we in such a hurry?” He asked, tone worried. “We already skipped one class, I don’t wanna skip another one, doofus.” You narrowed your eyes at him before slipping on your skirt, sighing in relief when you found your panties discarded on the floor.

“You mad at me or somethin’?” You could tell how fragile he was acting around you, and it made your heart ache, but all of the secrets and running around were getting to you, the girls that were throwing themselves at Eddie as he flashed them a chuckle made your blood boil, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, it’s just super fucking tiring to act like you don’t exist, when you’re the only person I want in my life,” Your words come out faster than you mean to, and you look at him with such a hopeful gaze that Eddie’s heart tightens, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

“Honey…” He whispers, before pulling your body to his again, “You have no fuckin’ idea how much I want that to happen, but—”

“But, what?” Your voice is irritated.

“But you know how the guys are, you know how annoying Gareth—” You immediately scoff at the name.

You had no idea when or why it happened. You had no idea what caused him to act this way toward you. But Eddie’s friends absolutely hated you. Especially Gareth. Jeff also did not like the fact that you were the head cheerleader, but Gareth almost had a vendetta against you, you had barely interacted with him, but the boy was out to get you.

You were fine with the kids, Dustin and Mike had adored you the second you protected them against Carver’s idea of a joke. Lucas, with his new place on the basketball team, understood you, granted he had no idea of what was happening between you and Eddie, but he knew you were Eddie’s friend, and he knew how hard Eddie’s friends have been on you.

And that is exactly why you and Eddie had decided to keep your relationship a secret that started a few months ago.

Eddie had doubts about what people would say about your relationship, and he couldn’t handle the fact that his friends would have a say in it, he wanted to keep you away from them, as long as possible.

And he assumed your popular friends wouldn’t be so keen on him, either.

So you agreed to keep the relationship a secret, but it was eating away at you now.

“It’s about him again, isn’t it?” You asked, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Four months and you can’t even dare to say I’m your girlfriend, because of fucking Gareth,” You spat out.

“It’s not just about that—Jesus, you think your cheerleader and jock friends would fuckin’ enjoy havin’ the freak around?” His tone was louder now and you hated it.

“I don’t care! I don’t give the slightest fuck what they would think about my boyfriend, it’s my business and they don’t fucking get a say in it, Eddie!” Your insecurities were on the surface now, even if Eddie couldn’t tell, you were hurt by him wanting to hide you away this much, caring more about Gareth who had this twisted game of trying to hurt you, and it made you feel like absolute shit like Eddie could care less about you.

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that? I do! But Gareth—” You scoffed interrupting him as you turned around to face him. “Fuck him!” Your voice raised in fury.

“Look, Eddie, if you don’t want this—” Your hand was quick to point between the two of you, “Just say the fucking word.”

“You’re twistin’ my fuckin’ words around,” His voice didn’t hold the confidence it did before, his eyes were washed over with guilt and worry, he couldn’t afford to lose you, and if he kept being a jackass, it looked like he was going to.

“You’re unbelievable,” He scoffed, “I’m unbelievable?” You quoted him, eyes narrowing again.

Eddie was on his last straws and he knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to back down, he couldn’t let you see the vulnerable side of him this soon, there was no way you would be able to stay with him, not when you saw how fragile he actually was.

“Yeah! You fuckin’ are, acting all insane and shit just because you felt jealous over some stupid girls—” And he stops there because the exasperation of breath that slipped past your lips is so loud that he realizes what he just said.

“Fuck you,” You say it so ironically and humorously, that Eddie likes to think this is one of those ironic ‘Fuck you’s you had uttered to him before, slightly nudging his side as you gave him a warm smile, but you’re nothing but cold now.

“If you think that’s what this is about then I have nothing to say to you,” Your voice was timid before you made your way to the door, Eddie’s faint mumbles of your name were just dizzying your mind when you felt the hot tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

And with that, Eddie spent the rest of the day either sulking or using other people as his anger outlet, he knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help it when you spent the rest of the day ignoring him, acting like he didn’t even exist, and it was killing him.

It got so much worse for him around lunchtime, his table was facing you, and his throat tightened, a lump forming at the fact that you didn’t even glance at him, not even turning your head toward his direction.

Eddie was fidgeting in his seat, he was itching to run over to your side, scream at the top of his lungs that you were his girlfriend, and kiss you, right in front of the entire school.

It was killing him, not being able to show you how much he fucking loved you. And his mind was now swirling with the idea that you finally realized how much of a loser he was, or that you finally realized how he didn’t deserve you, not in the slightest bit.

After one fucking conversation he had managed to push you away, and possibly manage to ruin one good fucking thing in his life, and he wanted to bang his head against the table while yelling out idiotidiotidiot!

Eddie knew he had to do something, as soon as possible, you were slipping away from his fingers, and he couldn’t handle losing you.

You were doing everything you can to avoid his gaze, no matter how much your head itched to cock in his direction.

Trying your best to stay unbothered as you attempted to laugh genuinely at the cheesy jokes Andy was providing the table with.

And Eddie’s blood was boiling, you seriously didn’t mean to make him jealous, but it didn’t matter to him, you were acknowledging everyone and specifically Andy right now but him, and it made Eddie’s jaw clench uncontrollably.

The banter going on at the table was unknown to him, but it made your skin crawl as if Gareth was saying some stupid shit about you again as if the entire table was mocking you, it was cruel, or at least it felt cruel to you.

That’s when your throat tightened up, your mind foggy as you could barely focus on anything but the chatter going on at Eddie’s table.

The cafeteria noises were pounding in your head now, jock’s table filled with the obnoxious laugh of Jason Carver, and you could even hear Robin blabbing something to Steve somewhere behind you. It was all a blur to you by now.

It surely had nothing to do with you but your mind and anxiety were enough to convince you that Gareth was making fun of you at the table. That little voice in your head there to tell you all the worst possibilities.

You barely noticed Eddie’s body burning off with rage when you were so focused on trying to hear what Gareth was saying, it shouldn’t have bothered you this much, but knowing how close he was to Eddie and how much he hated you… maybe it meant something.

Maybe Gareth knew that you were not good enough for Eddie, maybe you deserved it.

Maybe Gareth was right, maybe you were not right for Eddie, maybe he deserved to be with someone who liked his stupid D&D game, someone who didn’t conform, someone who wasn’t a coward, maybe someone who wasn’t a—

“Hey…”

“You okay?” Chrissy’s concerning voice caused your train of thought to disappear, at least pushing it back into your subconscious until you were ready to face your problems again.

“Mhmm,” You were quick to flash her with a smile, it wasn’t genuine and she probably knew it wasn’t genuine but, she stood silent as she didn’t want to put you on blast in front of everyone, giving you a tight-lipped smile and a reassuring squeeze in your arm, and you invited it in, cold demeanor changing within seconds.

And Eddie could sense it now, sitting across you, leaning in his chair like a storm isn’t brewing in his head, eyeing you carefully.

You slowly readjusted yourself, eyes quickly stealing a glance from Eddie’s table–but never at him.

And if he wasn’t watching he would’ve missed it, but he didn’t—hope inside of him blossoming like never before.

He was fidgeting to get out of his seat, run over to you, hands itching to hold you again, never to let go this time.

Your quick glance, instead of resulting in Eddie’s attention, brought Gareth’s unwarranted attention to you.

You felt uncomfortable in your seat now, you knew now your anxiety about him talking awfully about you to Eddie would be true now.

“She’s such a spoiled brat,” Gareth blurted out.

“Who are you talking about?” Jeff asked mindlessly, hands dipped into the fries he had been munching on.

“That stupid cheerleader,” Eddie’s head snapped at the mention of that, surely Gareth didn’t mean—Oh.

It was as if the rage building in within Eddie had snapped within seconds, thoughts in his head swirling, blaming Gareth for the fight.

“Watch it,” Eddie’s voice spoke before he turned his attention to Gareth, the table immediately quitening down.

“Excuse me?” Gareth questioned, taken aback, before Eddie cocked his head in his direction.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk about her,” His teeth were gritted, and your ears perked up at the rise in Eddie’s voice.

“The fuck are you on about?” Gareth replied back, the tension in the table was rising and Dustin was fidgeting im his seat by now.

“I’m telling you to keep your mouth shut when it comes to her, is that clear?” Eddie bounced from his seat, so quickly that he didn’t realize the entire cafeteria staring at him, including you.

Gareth gave him a confused chuckle, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you defending a cheerleader now or what? Have you forgotten how awful they have been to us?” He raised a brow.

“She didn’t do anything,” Eddie defended you like his life depended on it, he couldn’t believe how stupid he was being, for caring about Gareth’s half-witted input on you, like he ever actually had a conversation with you other than throwing insults to your way under his breath.

“So leave her alone,” It was more like a threat than anything else, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the scene, Eddie not noticing your gaze, blinded by the rage.

Eddie was barely hanging by a thread, the way he leaned over the table eyes bulging out as he stood over Gareth, everyone could sense it.

A loud whoo’s from the jock’s table caused you to huff, before you knew it, Jason Carver was involved.

“Trouble in paradise?” He shouted, followed by the obnoxious laughter of his followers, they called Eddie the leader of a satanic cult but by the looks of it, Jason and his stupid little jocks fit the description more.

“Oh, shut it, Carver,” Your mouth opened before your mind could process it, heads turned toward you and you were afraid to look back up now.

The laughter from Jason’s table had died down, and you could feel plenty of eyes on you, but what mattered the most, you could feel Eddie’s burning gaze on you, the storm in his mind calming down with your tone.

Before you knew it everyone went into something else, Chrissy was quick to start a conversation and you could see from the corner of your eye that Dustin had probably took on the same job, spewing nonsense until the tension deviated.

Eddie had slumped into his seat now, thighs spread wide open while his leg fidgeted, his anger had dissipated—eyes trained on you again, it was so obvious now, even Chrissy was nudging you.

The conversation at the table was no longer interesting, he didn’t even attempt to care if Gareth was okay, you stood up to him in front of the entire school, so mindlessly that Eddie felt like a coward.

Guilt ran through his veins quicker than it intended to, Eddie knew he has been acting like an idiot, but you had opened his eyes further.

He knew he had to talk to you.

And once he saw you leaving the cafeteria alone, he knew it was now or never.

He barely waited right after you left, ignoring the voices from the table calling out for him as he waved them off, mumbling incoherently about how he had to take care of something.

You stopped when you heard his weighted footsteps, jogging after you as he called your name.

You were afraid to turn around, afraid to ask him what had happened that made him lash out at Gareth like that.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words that slipped past his almost trembling lips, his honey-brown eyes mellow.

“I said some really stupid things I shouldn’t have said,” were the words that followed, you could tell he meant it, ragged breath escaping with each word, he was nervous.

Your heart tightened in your chest, unable to open your mouth, you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“I—I don’t need you to say anything,” He breathed again, and it’s not like you could get any words out now, they all died down in your throat.

“I just need you to trust me,” He murmured, calloused hands coming in contact with your shoulders as he held you steady, your legs feeling like jelly when he looked at you like that.

“W—with what?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it when he was standing this close to you, it didn’t matter if you had been dating for the last four months, you could tell something in him had changed, with the way he held you in public, your mind getting excited about the possibilities.

“I’m gonna fix this,” He pointed between the two of you, almost mimicking you from before.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, does that sound okay?” He gave you a warm smile, teeth flashing and dimples forming on the right side of his cheek, making you giggle immediately.

“O–okay,” You didn’t mean to sound so excited–almost desperate, but you could feel your insides twist with hope with each of his words, breaking down the guards you spent building up all these years.

He gave you a sloppy kiss on your cheek, his smile never wearing off, “See you after school, yea?” You nodded quickly, heat rising up on your cheeks.

By the time Eddie picked you up by your house, your chest tightened, the whole ride was more silent than usual, the stereo Eddie usually blasted now stayed as a background noise as you fidgeted in your seat.

“Are you ever gonna tell me where we are going? Or at least what we’re gonna do?” You asked curiously, head cocking to his side.

“So impatient,” He mocked, hands drumming on the steering wheel before he flashed you a smile.

“We’re almost there,” He announced, and the roads were becoming all too familiar to you now.

“Are we going to the trailer?” You asked excitedly, and Eddie threw you a look.

“You do know what surprises mean, don’t you?” He raised his brows and flashed a teasing smile, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You huffed playfully, crossing your arms against your chest.

“You do realize how cute you look when you get all mad like that?”

"Oh, stop it," you stammered, covering your face slightly with your hands, attempting to hide your embarrassment and the smile that threatened to betray you.

Eddie flashed a toothy-grin, dimples ever so present, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to.

Gaze lingered on his features longingly, as if trying to capture every detail in your memory. “Thank you for today,” He murmured, almost embarrassed, looking out on the road as his hands got clammy on the steering wheel.

You know exactly what he was thanking you for, but you still threw him a puzzled look.

“For standing up to Carver like that,” He adds, clearing his throat,

“I doubt you realize it Eddie but—”

“I think I’d pretty much do anything for you,” The words blurted out before you could process them, brain jumbled from everything that happened today.

A soft smile curved his lips as he watched you, eyes tracing every contour of your face with awe.

The rest of the ride was silent, as you kept your promise to not spoil the surprise, mind filled with various ideas as Eddie finally pulled up to his trailer.

"So... will you tell me the surprise now?" You asked, smile etching on your face as Eddie gave you a breathy laugh.

"Such an impatient baby, huh?" He mocked, nudging your shoulder playfully, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

As you caught up to him, he couldn't help but reach out to brush your hand with his fingertips, a subtle gesture of affection.

When he finally intertwined them, your heart raced, possibilities of whatever the surprise was overwhelming you as your palms grew sweaty with anxiety when you faced the daunting door to Eddie's trailer.

Eddie's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, with a twist of the key in his hands, the lock mechanism turned, and he pushed the door open, revealing loud chattering coming from the room.

You got startled when Eddie fully opened the door, almost squealing when you saw all of the Hellfire Club squeezed into the living room, your eyes widening at Eddie's surprise.

It was silent before Gareth spoke up, “What kind of a sick joke is this supposed to be?” He chuckled bitterly, Eddie felt hot-blooded again.

“Is this why you defended her during lunch?” He chuckled, and your eyes widened at the revelation—so, that's why Eddie lashed out at lunch.

"Unfuckinbelievable," Gareth scoffed.

Eddie's jaw tightened, the muscles flexing with the strain of suppressing the overwhelming urge to lash out. “What the hell are you doing? Please tell me this is a new joke of yours called ‘I’m fucking the spoiled brat cheerleader to spite the jocks’.” Gareth spoke up, and turned around to Jeff and others for approval, but the rest of the guys just stood silent, he had crossed the line and everyone could sense it.

Your face soured at his comment, and you could feel Eddie’s grip on your hand tightened, he was getting fired up. “Goodbye, Gareth.” Eddie spoke calmly, much to your and everyone else’s surprise. Every movement he made was rigid, calculated, as if trying to contain the tempest of rage threatening to consume him.

Gareth turned to Eddie baffled, “What?” He scoffed, and Eddie gave a breathy chuckle before straightening up to collect himself. “Get out of my house.” Eddie spat with rage inside of him.

“You have a problem with, her, you leave.” You looked up at him softly as you gently squeezed his hand to let him know that it was okay, he didn’t need to make a scene, and he softened with your touch.

“Actually, if you have a problem with Y/N, you’re pretty much dead to me so just like…” He mocked a thinking face, “Evaporate or something, I don’t know.” A sarcastic smirk was plastered onto his lips now.

Everyone stood silent, causing Eddie to huff.

“That’s kind of a general invitation, if you don’t like my girlfriend then… just start heading toward the rectangle with the knob.” A wide smile spread across your face at him calling you 'his girlfriend', you leaned towards him almost, eager to soak in every word.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Gareth spat out, Eddie rolled his tongue inside of his cheek at the comment, it looked like Gareth wasn't just going to go away silently, and Eddie wasn't sure if he could hold off the storm brewing inside of him if Gareth dared to talk about you again.

“Selling off your friends for a cheer slut—”

THUMP!

The sound that resonated in your ears before Gareth laid on the ground beneath you, it happened all so fast, Eddie's veins pulsating with the surging rage before his fists collided with Gareth's cheek.

Your mouth hung open, words trapped in your throat as your voice failed you in the face of disbelief.

Eddie cowered over him, the rest of the guys standing in shock as they tried to hold him back, they didn't need to, Eddie was done with Gareth.

“I told you to not fuckin' speak about her, was that not clear?” He spat out his words with seething anger. Gareth looked back at him with a groan.

“Then let this be a lesson for you.” He sneered.

It was all blurry, Gareth still groaning and mumbling under his breath as he left without a goodbye, the rest of the guys apologizing as they took care of Gareth, congratulating the two of you before he left to probably get that poor boy some ice.

“Well... I'd say that went pretty well?” A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, and you giggled at Eddie's inability to defuse the tension in the room.

“'M so sorry...” You straightened your posture, lifting your head to meet Eddie's soft gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, eyes glinting with admiration.

“I don't care about him,” He scoffed.

“He doesn't fucking get to talk about you like that, and he doesn't deserve to be in my life,” His firm stance and unwavering eye contact were signaling you that he meant every word he was saying, he got sick of Gareth's shit, that's why this had happened, not because of you.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, honey,” He muttered, pressing soft kisses into your hair, he was trying to relieve you of your guilt, telling you that this was all on Gareth.

He leaned slightly forward, subtly closing the distance between you and him. “Now see,” He muttered, “Why can't it just be like this?” He couldn't help but reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender as his fingers ached to touch you.

“Why do other people in the world have to exist, huh?” Every time he spoke to you, his voice took on a softer, almost more mellow tone, as if he was savoring the words to speak to you on his lips.

Your head tilted slightly with a giggle, eager to absorb every word he uttered. Each touch, each gaze you shared, sent an unwavering contentment through his entire being, more than you realized.

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The Breakfast Club - Eddie Munson X Cheerleader!Reader (Mini Series)

Eddie Munson X Fem!Cheerleader!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Five high school students from different walks of life endure a Saturday detention under a power-hungry principal. Each has a chance to tell his or her story, making the others see them a little differently. And when the day ends, they question whether school will ever be the same. (A retelling of The Breakfast Club, written and directed by John Hughes.)

Series Warnings: Enemies to lovers / All Characters Are 18+ / Strong Language / Sex References / Mentions of Abuse (physical and emotional) / Cheating / Bad Relationships / Dysfunctional Families / Arguing / Materialism / Kleptomania / Stereotyping / Sexual Orientations / Drug Use / Mentions of Alcohol / Smoking / Pyromania and Fire / References to Demonianism and Satanism / References to Religious Beliefs / Social Alienation / Angst / Hurt-Comfort / Use of Y/N (like once or twice) / Eddie is a complete asshole

A/N: This mini series is set in its own little world, so it does not follow the Stranger Things timeline, and I have taken some creative liberties with most characters. Yes, they are all still in high school (final year and 18+), and yes, some of the events don't match up - just forget everything you knew about Stranger Things, it's easier that way haha.

“...And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They’re quite aware of what they’re going through...” - David Bowie

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Part One - These Children That You Spit On

Part Two - Low Tolerance For Dehydration

Part Three - ???? (Coming Soon)

Part Four - ???? (Coming Soon)

Part Five - ???? (Coming Soon)

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༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you get paired with Eddie Munson for your ceramics final.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 cheerleader!reader 𖦹 eddie calls reader "princess" and "sweet thing" 𖦹 angst for one microsecond 𖦹 closest thing you will get to enemies to lovers from me 𖦹 jason carver. you have been warned 𖦹 im sorry if your name is allie 𖦹 im in love with this fic 𖦹 i actually love the way this came out 𖦹 i did not proofread this⎝(ˊ0ˋ)⎠

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You hear someone shout. Something about "sheep," and you immediately know who it is. Still, you turn your head to see the person staring at you.

"Oh," He scoffs, "And their leader stares directly at me! Hey, princess! Was there something you needed? Or were you just staring at the freak again?"

You don't answer, turning back to your lunch.

"Yep, that's what I thought!" He yells.

Then, Carver stands up, "Leave her alone!" He yells.

Eddie smirks, "Princess needs her knight in shining armor to save her?" He mockingly croons.

Ignoring Eddie, you look to Carver, "Jason, just—" You take a deep breath, "Just sit down. Leave him alone."

Jason scoffs, "He's picking on you, babe."

"First, don't call me babe. You hear me?" Jason nods, "Second, sit down."

For once in his life, Jason listens.

Eddie smiles in victory, knowing he got you riled up. Even happier knowing Carver got told off.

You walked into fourth period late and sighed upon seeing the only open seat. Silently, you sit next to him. You hear him groan, and you don't need to look to know he's rolling his eyes.

The teacher drones on about the subject, and Eddie watches as you diligently take notes. Your pen's ink is sparkly and blue; he internally scoffs.

The teacher mentions the words: "Final project." Eddie sighs, and you light up. He despises how happy you look.

Ms. Ronette mentions that this will be a partner project, and this time, you groan. None of your friends are in this class.

Then, she says that you will be working with your seat partner. There's an eruption of both glee and gloom. Some people are indifferent. You're hoping that's how Eddie feels, but you know he's pissed. You and Eddie look at each other, and you offer a hopeful smile. He scowls in return.

As soon as the bell rings, Eddie is out the door. You chase after him.

"Eddie! Wait!" He stops, and you catch your breath, "You would think all that cheering would make it easier for me to breathe after running for five seconds," You laugh. Eddie does not, "Just... get on with it."

You frown, "When should we meet to work on the project? I'm free today after five." You offer.

"I have Hellfire," He keeps walking.

Taking long strides to keep up with him, you continued, "I can wait. How long does it usually run?"

"'Till six, if we're lucky."

"Oh, well, I can sit in." You suggest with a smile, "It doesn't sound all that bad."

He hates how genuine you sound.

"Fine. But," Eddie stops to turn at you, "Absolutely no mocking or making fun of it. Understand?"

You nod.

"Sorry that you have to spend time with the freak," One of the girls on the team says in the locker room.

You shrug, "Y'know, maybe you should give him a chance. He doesn't seem horrible."

"I hear he sacrifices to the Devil." She whispers.

"Oh, I think that's just rumors," You deny the accusation thrown at him. You never liked rumors.

Walking into Hellfire was scary. You weren't sure what to expect, and Allie definitely got into your head with the whole sacrificing thing. She even told you he might lure you into a trap and sacrifice you. You didn't believe it rationally. But, your heart beats as you knock.

"Enter." You hear Eddie say. He's sitting on a throne and looks so in his element.

Nobody greets you, and you weren't expecting them to. Still, it would have been nice.

You pull out your notebook and begin sketching your final project.

Eventually, you give up on the sketch to listen in on the game. It's pretty interesting. There are trolls and elves, and you hear the word merfolk at one point. That piques your interest, and you begin drawing a mermaid. She's demonic and cryptic and freaky, and you smile. She's beautiful.

Everyone's packing up, and you're glad. All you want to do is work on your project.

"We can go to my house?" You propose.

"I smell like weed."

"And?"

He tries to hide his smirk—it doesn't work.

Once you're at your house, you grab your basket of albums.

"Pick one," You smile.

"What do you even have in there? Pop music?"

You shrug, "I think I'll surprise you."

"What, you have one Bowie album in there? Think that'll impress me?"

Why was he being so difficult?

"I'm just trying to put on some music to make this more bearable."

He scoffs, "Fine. Give it to me."

You hand him the basket, and he's surprisingly careful with it.

His eyebrows raise as he flicks through your collection, "Kill 'Em All?"

You smile. You surprised Eddie Munson.

With the music playing, you pull out your textbook.

"Who do you want to study?"

"I don't care." He shrugs.

"Look, Munson," You cross your arms, "I care about my grade in this class. I know you probably don't, but I do."

"Of course, everything is about you," He copies your movements, crossing his arms back, "I'll have you know, I immensely enjoy pottery."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

An awkward silence falls over the two of you.

"Let's go with Beatrice Wood." He murmurs.

"That's who I was thinking, actually," You whisper, pulling out your sketch.

"Guess we have something in common." He snorts like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"Guess we do."

And with that, you set out on your research.

"It's getting late," You yawn, "Did you want dinner?"

Eddie wants to say no but also doesn't want box mac n cheese again. Ultimately, his guilt wins, "Nah, don't worry about it."

"Nonsense," You dismiss him, "I'll make something."

"Are you sure?" He's growing anxious by the second.

"I'm positive," You reassure.

"You live in a trailer, right?" You ask, blowing on your food.

He nods, "What about it?"

You can tell his defenses are up.

"Just wondering," You shrug.

"You gonna tell all your friends? Make fun of the trailer park freak?"

You furrow your brows, "No. I don't enjoy making fun of people, and I certainly wouldn't make fun of you. If anything, I would make fun of Allie." You state.

"Why? I'm, like, prime 'picking-on' material."

You shake your head, "It's not nice to make fun of someone for where they live or what they do for fun. Allie is the worst if I'm being honest. She's always talking about how much she loves tennis. She's not even good at it."

Eddie laughs, "Didn't you just say it's not nice to make fun of someone's hobbies?"

You smile sheepishly, "Yeah, but Allie's a bitch."

Eddie gawps, "I've never heard you swear."

"I don't do it often," You shrug.

"You should do it more."

Eddie leaves, and you tell him to drive home safely. Maybe working on this project won't be as bad as you thought.

"How was working with Munson?" Allie asks you the next day.

You roll your eyes, "You were right!" Your smile was saccharine sweet, "He tried to sacrifice me!"

Allie gasps, "Really!?"

"No, idiot," You huff, "We actually got a lot done. And then we had dinner."

"Who'd you have dinner with?"

"Carver." You greeted.

"Tell me you didn't have dinner with the freak. What did you eat?" He laughs, "Box mac and cheese?"

You cross your arms, "It's not nice to make fun of people, Jason." With that, you walked away.

"Imagine being named Jason," You murmur, sitting beside Eddie. He laughs, and a sense of pride settles in you.

"Imagine your last name being Carver," He whispers. You giggle, and Eddie is sure it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard. Then, he remembers he's supposed to hate you.

"So..." You're elbows deep in clay at this point, "What exactly is 'Dungeons and Dragons?'"

Eddie is surprised, "Um," He swallows the lump in his throat, "It's an RPG."

"I—" You sigh as your pot collapses again, "I'm not sure what that is." You throw the clay again.

"Role-playing game. I'm the Dungeon Master or DM."

"So you're character is... Dungeon Master?"

He smiles, "Not quite."

"Why do I feel like you're making fun of me?"

"I'm not making fun of you, princess. Promise."

"Stop calling me that," You whisper, though you're smiling.

"Why? You're the princess of Hawkins High."

"No, I'm not."

"Mhm," He nods theatrically, "Sure."

It makes you laugh, and you don't care about the stares you receive from your peers.

"So... You wanna come to my place to work on the project?" Eddie asks at the end of the period.

"Can you drive me?" You ask, hopefully.

"Sure can, princess."

You try to disguise your smile as a scowl at the name. Eddie can see right through you.

"Lots of mugs..." You say, looking around Eddie's trailer.

"My Uncle Wayne's." He answers. "Anyway, this was to my room!" He declares like he's on a journey. You giggle, and Eddie melts again.

Eddie's giddy. He always is when he's thinking about you. Your perfume and that lip gloss that's been used so much that the label has begun to rub off.

"I'm running out," You pout as you stare at the tube of gloss, and Eddie thinks he would buy you all the lip glosses in the world if it meant you would smile at him.

"Hey, shiny lips," You roll your eyes with a smile, "Time to work on this project."

You groan and clutch your chest like you've been mortally wounded. Eddie laughs at your antics.

You settle on his bed, books out, when he asks, "Am I what they chalk me up to be? Have I freaked you out?"

You swear there's almost a sadness in his tone, "No. You haven't tried sacrificing me."

"Yet." He adds, knowing it will make you giggle again. God, he loves that sound. He decides it's the worst thing on the planet because how can you be so lovely and sweet and laugh like that and then expect him not to fall for you? It's cruel, truly.

"Did you draw this?" He nudges the drawing of the mermaid.

"Oh, yeah," You grow warm.

"It's pretty fucking sick," Eddie says as he pulls the drawing out.

"I drew it when you were playing Dungeons and Dragons. Someone said something about merfolk, so I drew one." You shrugged, "It's not that good—"

"Oh, shut up. It's good. Amazing, even."

"You don't have to lie," You murmur.

"I'm not lying! How do I prove that to you?"

You think momentarily, "Hang it on your wall, then I'll believe you."

Eddie smiles and grabs a pin. He hangs it next to his guitar.

You gawp at him.

"What?"

"You actually hung it!"

"Of course I did! It's amazing!"

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it, princess."

"Stop calling me princess, Eddie," You cross your arms.

"Stop being a princess, and I'll stop calling you princess." He jests.

You find yourself not wanting to leave, "So..." You look around his room, "You sell?"

Eddie huffs a laugh, "Did the princess wanna buy something?"

Your eyes go wide, "No! No, I was just wondering."

"Have you ever smoked weed?"

You nod, "I like smoking. It makes me laugh a lot."

And then, Eddie decides he needs to get you high.

"You wanna smoke?"

"I don't have any money," You shake your head.

"C'mon, it's on me. I've got my own stash," He opens a drawer and pulls out a pre-rolled joint.

You couldn't stop laughing, and Eddie adored it. Your eyes got smaller while the slopes of your cheeks grew. He was sure he was in the presence of an angel.

"And then," You laughed, "She vomited! All over her white clothes!"

"You really do hate this Allie girl, don't you?"

You throw your head back and groan, "She's the worst, Munson. All she does is talk and talk and talk about how much she loves tennis and her boyfriend, and her voice is so nasally. It gives me a migraine."

"Who's her boyfriend?" Eddie asks, intrigued.

"Just... a guy."

"Oh!" He snaps, "It's Gonzalez, right? Michael?"

"Yeah. Can we talk about something else?"

Eddie was quiet, and you were worried you scared him off with your strong reaction.

"Let's talk about Beatrice Wood."

You smiled kindly, glad he didn't pry. You received a smile back from Eddie Munson for the first time, and it felt like you won the lottery.

Eddie decided he hated you. He hated you and your cute face and your stupid laugh. He despised you. You freaky-art-making bubbly cheerleader.

And there he was. Nothing more than an anomaly who reeked of weed and cigarettes. A nerd-game-playing, grumpy freak.

And the worst part? He was falling for you. Hard. Oh, he loathed you because he knew you would never feel the same way.

You were too good for him. Too pretty, too nice, too lovely.

"You weren't here yesterday," You grab some slip with a frown as Eddie sits across from you.

"Yeah... I was at home."

"I saw you during passing period, Eddie. Where were you?"

Eddie sighed, "I was dealing."

"The whole period?" You threw your slab a little too hard. Eddie flinched.

"Yeah."

You solemnly nodded. There had to be some reason Eddie ditched. Maybe it was you. His whole M.O. was "hating cheerleaders," so would it be that ridiculous to assume he didn't like you? It would, you decided. He liked you. He spent so much time with you. Sure, it was to work on the project, but there was no doubt in your mind that you spent more time together than anyone should during a research project.

"Whatcha thinking about, princess?" He smirks.

You sigh, "Things I shouldn't be thinking about."

"Like... me?" He hopes he doesn't come off as desperate.

"Maybe," You smile, "Maybe not."

"That wasn't a no."

"It certainly wasn't," You confirm.

Eddie beams.

"You've been spending a lot of time with the freak," Jason says during lunch.

"His name is Eddie, Carver. He's a person." You cross your arms, then mutter: "Unlike you."

"What did you just say?" He asks.

"Nothing, Jason," You glare at him.

"Look," He barks out a humorless laugh, "I don't get why you jump to defend him. He's a freak. He's probably got a sock at home with your name on it. He's not good for you."

And that's when you snap, "Oh, like you know what's good for me! Do you even know my favorite color? Because I'm sure he does!"

Carver has nothing to say to that, and he leaves you alone.

"I am so sick of Carver," You moan in the locker room.

"So am I, if I'm being honest," Allie concurs.

"I literally was not talking to you, Allie." You huff out.

"Jeez," She murmurs, "No need to be so rude."

"Actually, Allie," You turn to her, "There is."

You walk into the drama room, and Eddie greets you. He makes everyone else welcome you. It's a nice feeling that makes you warm inside.

"Sorry it ran late, princess," Eddie apologizes as you sit in his van.

"It's okay," You reassure, "I drew some more."

Eddie nearly slams on the breaks, "You did?"

"I did," You gleam like the star you are.

"Can't wait to see them."

"Sweet thing, these are amazing." Eddie isn't smiling, and it would worry you if not for his tone. He's so sincere, and you melt. "What if you draw something for me?" He proposes.

"I will," You promise, "After we work."

"Take as much time as you need, princess."

You don't understand why everyone seems to despise him. Eddie's a good kid with a kind heart, and you really enjoy him and his company. He's funny and stupid and cute. Yes, Eddie Munson is cute, attractive, pretty, whatever word you want. And you're surprised you didn't notice it sooner, but as he sits on his bed, tongue poking out ever so slightly as he reads, you can't deny how attracted you are to him.

"Allie keeps talking about Michael," You mention. It was out of nowhere. You were both silently writing. Eddie looks up at you, and you look... wounded.

"Yeah? What about him?"

You huff, "About how he's so great."

Eddie frowns, "Look, sweet thing, I know you don't like Allie, but why are you so upset she's with Michael?"

You look like you're about to burst into tears, and Eddie is scared he's said the wrong thing.

"Because I should be with him." You put and cross your arms.

"You like Michael?" Eddie is surprised because Gonzalez is a douchebag, and you're a sweet angel.

"Not anymore," You harshly wipe at your eyes, "We used to date."

Eddie's heart frowns, "And Allie...?"

"Took him from me!" You sniffle; Eddie's heart breaks.

"I sound childish," You determine, trying to blink back the onslaught of tears approaching, "But she just took him, and she doesn't even care about how I felt. Y'know she told me you were going to lure me and sacrifice me? How cruel is that?"

"That's... wow. Allie really is a bitch, isn't she?"

You solemnly nod as Eddie wraps his arm around you. You soften into it.

"For what it's worth, Michael's an idiot." He mutters into your hair.

"An idiot?" you look up at him, eyes all big and watery.

"An idiot to lose a girl like you."

"Can I kiss you?" You realize after you've said it that you sound lame, but as Eddie ducks down to place his lips on yours, you couldn't care less.

You dial your home's number into the phone, twisting the cord around your finger, kiss-bitten lips, and a wide grin.

The phone rings once, twice, three times, then your mother answers.

"Y/l residence."

"Mom," You all but gush, "I'm gonna stay over at a friend's tonight."

"Y/n? Who?"

"My friend Eddie," You're quiet, testing the waters.

"Eddie?" You can hear the apprehension in her voice, "A boy?"

"Yes, mom. A boy."

"Honey," She sighs, "You need to wash your uniform. I trust you, but..."

"But?"

"I don't want you staying over at his house. I don't even know him."

You shake your head at an excited Eddie, whose mood sours.

"Okay. I'll see you in a little." You sigh, hanging up.

"No dice?" Eddie asks, already knowing the answer.

"No dice." You confirm, and you both frown.

"Bye, princess," Eddie says as you open the door to the van

"Bye, Eddie," You smile, happy with the outcome of your study sesh.

You scream into your pillow that night, murmuring: "I kissed him." Over and over, still shocked.

"I forgot to give this to you yesterday," You push a piece of folded paper toward Eddie.

"What is it?"

"Just... open the paper."

You've drawn a cute bunny. Eddie smiles, "For me?"

"For you."

"This is so metal, babe."

You laugh, "Are you sure about that? It's a bunny."

"Most metal thing ever." He affirms.

The next day after class, Eddie shows you a tattoo of a small bunny on his arm, right next to the bats.

"You—" You point at his arm, "You got it tattooed?"

"'Course I did, sweet thing. Most metal thing ever, remember?"

You stumble into the cafeteria with Eddie.

"Oh my god!" You laugh, and all eyes are on you. You, the princess of Hawkins High, are laughing—not at, but with Eddie Munson.

Eddie Munson, the school freak.

"I cannot believe you got it tattooed."

"Believe it, babe."

And, for the first time, you walk right past the "popular kids" table. You sit next to Eddie, unbothered.

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warnings: warnings: no use of y/n, mild cursing, overall fluff!!!

summary: the kids need help learning how to dance for their formal and you're their last resort, but they should've known not to count your suave boyfriend eddie out.

The sun had begun setting in the small town, the burnt twinge of orange and yellow tumbling over the sky where clouds grew drabber and the bright blue following behind. The air was the perfect kind of crisp that blew smoothly against your legs and face, easing the warmth that had developed from the hours of stretches, flips, kicks, and jumps.

All of the others girl had left the parking lot, only leaving you behind, though Chrissy was kind enough to offer you a ride, but you knew Eddie was going to there any minute. And so you beamed when his van came turning into the school zone, the music slowly being turned down as he saw you standing outside the gym already approaching his car.

“How was practice, baby?” He hailed out towards the open passenger window, smiling widely.

You rolled your eyes playfully, opening the door to toss your things into the backseat before settling into the soft velvet cushion beside him. Eddie was already jutting his chin out towards you when you giggled, holding a hand on his cheek to stabilize yourself and pressing your lips together.

He tasted like mint and cigarettes. A combination that you’d never get sick of because despite how much you hated that he smoked those cancer sticks, he always chewed a piece of gum before ever trying to go in for a kiss with you.

“I can’t wait to shower.” You groaned, combing your fingers through your oily hair when he finally started driving away from the school.

Cheer practice was always muggy and gross. Getting tossed in the air time and time again, then proceeding to touch the sweaty mats that everyone practically laid on and touched made you feel icky. It was always routine for you to get into a shower after practice and scrub the living daylights out of your skin.

Eddie looked over at you, cursing under his breath a little at his forgetfulness.

“Shit! Sorry, babe, but Henderson called—he asked if we could swing my Joyce and Hops.”

You shrugged, shaking your head not bothered by the pit-stop since it was always nice to see the kids especially since you were so busy these days.

The only time you really got to see them was if Eddie had a campaign that ran late or on weekends when Eddie was in charge of dropping them off and picking them up.

“It’s fine, as long as I get a shower in the next few hours. Did he say why?”

He shook his head, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. “He sounded panicky and annoyed. A lot of voices and music in the background, though.”

“Well, panicky and annoyed, isn’t unusual?” You quipped, and he cackled, switching lanes to take the route.

“We’ll find out in a little bit.”

The Byers-Hopper living room had now been infiltrated by all the younger teens, including the older ones: Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Steve. The older four had been called to by Dustin, begging them to come over and show them a few dance moves that they could use for the winter formal.

But bless Dustin Henderson’s heart, because while they might have had a few proms and formals as dance experience, none of them were “experts” at dancing — or at least none met his standards.

For god's sake, even Nancy and Jonathan, who were a couple since forever, looked like a pair of stiff bodies moving back and forth when they tried to demonstrate how to dance when a slow song came on.

And you would think that someone as charming as Steve would have some sort of groove when it came to dancing, but Jesus, no, he looked even more rigid and awkward.

Don’t even get them started on Robin, who bursted out in laughter when she tried to dance with Steve but failed within the first three seconds because she had accidentally stomped on his foot thinking she was leading.

It even came to the point where they confided in Hopper and Joyce who had arrived home from work to their living room furniture pushed against the walls to make room for a makeshift dance floor. A cassette played loudly through the radio and everyone seemed to be a jumbling mess.

Well, the mess became even bigger when Hopper and Joyce tried to show them a move or two, which just ended up with everyone laughing and burying their faces in their hands at the scene. El, Will, and Jonathan cringed more so than laughed, but now they knew their parents were probably the worst dancers than themselves at than alone was a core memory.

That’s when Dustin threw in the towel and decided to make a call to his dear friend Eddie. Eddie who was about to leave his trailer to pick you up from practice so you could get home and shower, then finish the movie you two fell asleep to last night.

But nevertheless, Dustin sounded frantic and desperate, begging for him to bring you over and alas Eddie gave in.

The boy finally saw the van pull into the driveway and shot up from the couch where he had been resting, watching through the window.

“Shut the music off, Steve!” He shouted, stumbling up and towards the front door.

Everyone rose their brows, Steve following Dustin’s instruction and pausing the cassette that El had let them borrow for the day’s impromptu dance party. Before you and Eddie could even knock on the door, it was pulled open.

The scene of everyone staring at the metal head and cheerleader, quite shocking actually—more shocking than the stares in the hallways at school, which were pretty dreadful already.

You side-eyed Eddie suspiciously wondering what he had gotten you both into before looking back at Dustin.

“Hi?” you squeaked suspiciously, twiddling your hand in the air to greet everyone who waved.

The boy smirked, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you inside roughly without a second thought.

“Dustin, what the hell!” You shrieked having no choice but to move with him in order to avoid tripping over your own feet.

Eddie rolled his eyes, stepping inside and shutting the door closed.

“Henderson, you’ve got three seconds to tell me why you’re dragging my girlfriend like a rag doll.”

Dustin apologetically bowed towards Eddie, dropping your arm and gesturing to the open floor.

Everyone else was either leaning up against the wall or sitting down on the couch, trying to get some rest after the young boy practically forced them to keep dancing until they had something, but nothing was good enough for the damn twerp.

“You know how to dance, right?” Dustin stared at you, and you bounced on your heels, nodding your head slightly.

“I mean, cheerleading does require some dancing but—“

Dustin shushed you, causing you to furrow your brows, and looked around dumbfounded at the action. Steve and Robin were already shooting you sorry looks as they muttered something about his tone and needing a smack to the head.

“Henderson, just tell us why we’re here?” Eddie rubbed at his temples.

He plopped on the empty seat next to Max who looked rather peeved at being stuck there all afternoon when she could have been at the arcade playing Dig-Dug.

She turned to him, gesturing in the air with annoyed hands. “Dustin wants us to learn how to dance for this weekend’s formal.”

Lucas pipped in, looking at the crowd before settling on you. “No one knows how to dance except you.”

A small smile grew upon your face, looking around the room at the sullen faces that were offended at Lucas’ words — mostly Hopper and Joyce, because back in their day, they were pretty darn good dancers if they said so themselves.

Eddie sat up from his spot on the couch, shooting a deceitful look at Lucas while gesturing fondly to himself.

“What? You don’t think she’s the only good dancer around here do you?”

Mike grunted, mumbling under his breath, “You sure don’t look like you knew how to command a dance floor.”

Everyone seemed to agree with Mike, which was extremely rare, even for Hopper who didn’t like the kid all that much.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head at the little shitheads and more offended that they thought your boyfriend couldn't dance.

“Hey! Did you forget Eddie is in a band? He practically eats, sleeps, and breathes rhythm.” You reasoned with a tilt of your head, trying to sway them.

Everyone tried to stifle their laughter but failed terribly. I mean could you blame them?

Eddie played metal music, not that pop disco shit that would be playing at the formal, but that’s because they thought wrong about him. They all thought they had your boy all figured out as the stereotypical metal head that couldn’t dance to save his life, but you were about to make them eat their words.

Contrary to popular beliefs, Eddie was quite the dancer, and a good one at that. He knew how to keep up the pace and swoop you off your feet so smoothly you’d think he was a professional in his past life.

You shot Eddie that look, lifting your shoulders with the silent offer as he looked almost coy before nodding at you, scooting off the couch and shaking his arms off getting himself warmed up.

You glanced at Steve, pointing at the stereo, “Hit it!”

Eddie moved across the floor to you effortlessly, hands going for your hips while you draped yours over his neck — you were like magnets easily finding each other. Your feet slid back and forth, one after the other, following Eddie’s lead that flowed with the music.

“How did you guys know Eddie and I love to dance to ABBA?” You called towards your friends who watched in astonishment.

“You can dance?!” they screeched, eyes widening as they all straightened up in their seats and off the walls, watching with the utmost surprise and shock.

You began to giggle as your boyfriend spun you around into his chest, swaying you both while he placed a kiss on your cheek before spinning you back out.

“Just like the songs says, you just gotta feel the beat.” Eddie rose his brow at them, moving your hips in his hands before you shook your head at his playfulness.

“C’mon, we’ll show you.” You told them, pushing at his chest so that you could skip on over towards Dustin, pulling him to the center of the living room with you.

Eddie went for Max, tilting his head for her to follow his lead and not be so nervous.

“It’s really all about keeping the pace and the beat.” He instructed, looking down at their shoes and Max did her best to not step on his sneakers that were already pretty beat up.

“And loosen up,” you chided, nudging Dustin a bit, “relax those shoulders and move those hips.” You instructed, showing him to roll his shoulders back and swirl his lower body as if he was hula-hooping.

After a while, they started to get the hang of it, easily moving across the floors without stepping on each other’s feet and not being so tense.

“Great, now you two try!” You nodded, handing off Dustin towards Max.

It was awkward at first, the both of them laughing as they didn’t know where to put their hands, but quickly it became natural with what you and Eddie had taught, the basics of keeping up with the rhythm and singing along.

You huffed with hands on your hips, looking around the room for your next student, while Eddie had already grabbed Joyce who was a giggly mess.

“C’mon Mr. Hips, I know they don’t call you king Steve for nothing.” You teased, tiptoeing towards your friend and pulling him along with you.

Before you knew it, the living room was a lively dance floor. Bodies grooving along to music without even second guessing if they were doing it right and just having fun with each other as they sung and tried not to bump into the pair beside them.

“Maybe we should open up a studio and start teaching some classes?” You suggested with a grin, resting your chin on Eddie’s chest, staring up at him.

He chucked, pecking at your nose sweetly, “Don’t get ahead of yourself babe, you know my dancing services are limited to you. This was just a special occasion.”

“Do you have any other talents you want to reveal?” Dustin nudged him with his elbow, prompting Eddie to smirk toward him before looking back at you.

“I can do a pretty gnarly lift, exactly like that one in Dirty Dancing.” He bragged, still pretty surprised at himself that he was able to pull it off.

The girls in the room gasped, including Steve, “No way!”

“Yes way,” You bit your lip with a giggle, remembering that one afternoon you and Eddie had spent together trying to get it down after you had watched the movie.

Steve dropped Robin’s hand, wandering over to the stereo and pausing the track before picking it up by the handle and walking towards the front door. Everyone stared at him, waiting until he sighed, one hand on his hip as he looked at you and Eddie.

“You guys need more room than this. We’re moving outside and that lift better be top tier.” He warned towards Eddie, walking out the front door as everyone else followed his lead.

You and Eddie laughed at how ridiculous it all was — surely none of the kids were going to attempt to pull off a lift in the middle of their formal dance, but it was sure gonna be funny watching everyone else have their try at it.

Eddie hoisted you up, prompting you to laugh into the crook of neck, “C’mon baby, I’m about to blow their socks off.” He said, kissing your cheek with an obnoxiously loud smooch before carrying you out the door.

So maybe you didn’t get to go home and get that shower or finish that movie as soon as you would have liked to, but you sure did get to dance that afternoon away with the love of your life and that in itself was a win.

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a/n: i have been neglecting my beloved eddie for far too long and this has been sitting in my drafts since forever so here ya go!!! yes eddie is a dancer and that is not up for debate -- yeah my man loves his metal music, but the second he hears a good pop tune he's pulling his gf up and they're dancing like no one is watching.

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harrywavycurly · 2 months

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Summary: You’re a cheerleader at Hawkins High School and somehow you’ve gotten yourself into a relationship with Eddie Munson, the school’s main “bad boy”. From the beginning Eddie has made sure you’re aware that the two of you won’t ever be seen in public together because he has a reputation to uphold. For a while it doesn’t bother you because in your eyes your relationship with Eddie is just a fun fling and the sneaking around is kind of exciting. But everything changes when the two of you end up at the same party and Eddie gets a glance at what it’s like when he’s not around you and he doesn’t like it, more importantly he doesn’t like the attention you get from others. After that night Eddie starts to wonder if his feelings for you are more serious than just a fun fling or if he wants something more and it’s time for the two of you stop meeting in secret.

Type of Story: Secret Romance, Friends to lovers and cheerleader!reader x Eddie Munson

Inspiration: This idea came from this post right here

Status: Ongoing

Tag list: Open

Instagrams: Here

Conversations: here

Extras: Here

*This is mainly a texting fic but you’ll find everything down below in the correct order*

Part 1: Rules

Part 2: Pointless

Part 3: Crush bonus convo between you and Chrissy here

Part 4: Late

Part 5: Never Again

Part 6: Cheer Shit bonus convo between Eddie and Gareth here

Part 7: Leader

Part 8: Miss You?

Part 9: Hank

Part 10: Not Red

Part 11: Let Me Go

Part 12: Convenient

Part 13: A Feeling

Part 14: Regret It

Part 15: Girl Code

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 23 days

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You're nursing a crush on Eddie from afar but you're from the dark side, he hates you doesn't he? So you begin to leave anonymous notes to Eddie complimenting him.

Gareth finds out...but so does Jason and he wants revenge.

Warnings; Secret admirer, angst, mention of the word slut, little bit of fluff.

This has been my brainrot for the last few days, enjoy 🫶💌

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You knew Eddie hated you. Being from the dark side as he put it, there was no doubt that you were public enemy number one in Eddie's eyes. Quietly you nursed a crush on him that only grew with each passing day.

No one knew who your crush was, only that you were pining for someone who didn't like you back.

"You could have anyone at this school, Tina snaps why do you insist on pining over some loser who doesn't give a shit about you?" You didn't know how to answer that, you didn't want just anyone, you wanted Eddie.

But you could never tell him. He would think it was a joke or some ploy concocted by Jason, so you were left with only daydreams and small hopes that one day Eddie might notice you.

Secretly you began to leave anonymous notes in his locker, just little compliments to brighten his day and watched from the sidelines as he discovered each one, at first he angrily disregarded them as a joke. Then he softened and a faint blush would creep up his cheeks as he read your words, a small smile on his face once he realised that they were genuine.

One day Gareth caught you putting the note in Eddie's locker, looked at you stunned and with a questioning gaze.

"It's been you all along" you nod, eyes filling with tears at the thought of Eddie finding out and hating you even more.

"Please don't tell him. He already hates everything about me and my friends," Gareth still gapes at you as you gather your things and rush away from the scene.

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Gareth struggled with hiding who Eddie's secret admirer was, now he knew it was you and you begging him not to tell Eddie he was in a bind. What the hell was he supposed to do with this information? On one hand Eddie was his friend and he couldn't keep secrets for him.

On the other hand, you seemed really sweet and obviously had been crushing on Eddie for a long time. He didn't know what to do, so he turned to Jeff for advice and swore him to secrecy.

It was completely unknown to him that a seething Jason had heard everything and was planning to teach you a lesson. How could you like that freak Munson? He shakes his head in disgust and formulated a plan.

He waits until no one is around and steals a few notes you left Eddie from Eddie's locker.

... 💌

There's immense chatter as you head into the school the next day, Chrissy is furiously arguing with Jason which surprises you. Chrissy rarely if ever got mad.

"Look, here's the star of the show now" Jason sneers and you frown confused and push your way to the crowd in front of your locker.

Humiliation seeps into your bones as you see your notes to Eddie spread across your locker. Hellfire Slut is written in red ink. Jason is now howling with laughter, others look sympathetic but don't move to help.

Chrissy pushes past everyone and helps gather up the notes while glaring daggers at Jason, you offer her a weak smile.

Tears pool down your cheeks but what makes matters worse is that Eddie is standing rigid a little bit away from the whole scene and gazing at the notes. He knows everything now and your misery deepens.

You flee once his eyes meet yours.

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Eddie can feel the slow burn of rage course through his veins. He didn't like violence, it reminded him too much of his old man but just this once he lets the anger wash over him at the image of your tearstained face.

He walks calmly over to a smug Jason who looks ready to make some stupid comments. Eddie doesn't give him a chance, he punches the douchebag right in his face and then sets off to find you.

For a while Eddie searches for you but concedes that you must have gone home. His knuckle is bruised and bleeding from hitting Carver but he doesn't regret it.

Eddie hopes he can find you tomorrow so he can get some answers from you, he was rapidly falling in love with his anon admirer and if it really was you, he wanted to know.

It surprises Eddie that the thought of you being his admirer doesn't bother him. You're part of the dark side but so obviously different to Jason and his goons, and he was falling for you hard through those notes. Maybe he could finally get to know you for real?

Later as he heads back to the trailer, Wayne tuts as he sees Eddie's bruised knuckles and sighs. "Was it at least worth it son?" Eddie doesn't even have to think twice as he replies.

"Yeah Uncle Wayne, it really was"

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ashwhowrites · 7 days

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Eddie Munson x cheerleader! reader, what if they're in a secret relationship, they've been together quite some time now, and they haven't told anyone bc of the rude ppl, but what if Gareth had to go to Eddie's to help him with a homework or something and when he walks in (maybe he knew where Eddie left his key or something) he goes to Eddie's bedroom and he sees Reader on top of Eddie kissing him, and he's like WTH and they get scared bc of that, but Gareth tells them that he's not gonna tell anyone about it. But, he always teases Eddie about his relationship with Reader.

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Secrets out

Eddie lived in a dream he hoped he wouldn't wake up from. He somehow snagged the girl of his dreams and he hoped he wouldn't mess it up. He took every precaution, including keeping it a secret from his friends.

Eddie knew once the school found out, their paradise together would crash and burn. They were good at keeping their distance at school, no one expected a thing.

Which is why Gareth refused to believe what he saw.

Gareth arrived at Eddie's to help him study for a test. Being Eddie's best friend, Gareth knew where the spare key was hidden. As he always did, Gareth welcomed himself into the trailer. The trailer was quiet, but music came from Eddie's room. Gareth took that as a sign of where Eddie would be. He dropped his backpack on the couch and walked to Eddie's room.

"Yo, I'm H-" Gareth stopped, taking in the scene before him.

"OH MY GOD!" Y/N screamed as she jumped off Eddie's body. She grabbed her shirt from the floor and hid behind the bed as she threw it on. She clenched her eyes and tried to disappear.

Eddie sat up and threw back on his shirt, his eyes panicked.

"Dude!" Eddie scolded, getting off the bed as he pushed Gareth back out the door. Eddie closed the door behind them, allowing Y/N to move from her hiding spot.

"Dude me? Dude you! You were tongue-deep in Y/F/N, the hottest cheerleader in school." Gareth exclaimed as he pointed at the door. Gareth could not believe this was reality. Eddie was his best friend and he had no clue he was sneaking around with Y/N. In a way he was hurt, but very jealous.

"I know! But listen, you can't tell anyone." Eddie said, his tone serious, placing his hand on Gareth's shoulder.

"I won't, I swear. But on one condition." Gareth said, crossing his arms.

Eddie got nervous but nodded.

"I need every detail," Gareth smirked as Eddie blushed.

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It took a few hours to calm Y/N down about Gareth knowing. But in a way, it was a little relieving that someone finally knew.

Eddie loved that Gareth knew because now he had someone to talk to about his relationship. He finally got to talk about his girlfriend.

But Gareth also was a pain in Eddie's ass.

"Hellfire will start an hour later, so be on time!" Eddie declared as he got up from the lunch table.

"Wait why?" Mike asked as he grabbed his tray.

"I got to do something." Eddie shrugged, Gareth caught the subtle look towards Y/N and smirked.

"Gee, Eddie. I hope whatever it is, it doesn't take too long." Gareth teased, Eddie caught his message and glared.

"Thought you guys were a secret," Gareth mumbled. The loud hallway covered his words.

"We are," Eddie stated confused.

"Then why do you keep staring, lover boy." Gareth laughed at the joke but was answered with a punch in the shoulder from Eddie.

Gareth walked into the trailer for another night of studying, but this time more aware of closed doors.

He heard the music and walked over to Eddie's room. He knocked a few times and announced his arrival.

"It's safe Gareth." Eddie laughed, Gareth opened the door and looked in. Eddie was working on homework as Y/N flipped through a magazine.

"You boys have fun," Y/N said, standing up from the bed. She gave Eddie a kiss goodbye and then walked out.

"You are so gone for her," Gareth laughed as he sat next to Eddie.

"I know," Eddie said with a dreamy smile on his face.

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targaeryxn · 1 year

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wet dreams (pt. 2)

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pairing: eddie munson x female mean!cheerleader!reader

summary: after being fingered in class by eddie, you go to his trailer to tell him off

warnings: smut, dry humping, switch!eddie, switch!reader, mean!reader, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, angry sex at the beginning, biting

part one

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You stood in front of his trailer door, fuming and blushing as your fists banged against it.

“Open up, freak!”

You heard rustling and the sound of something heavy falling, followed by a groan, from the other side of the door before it opened to revel the object of your anger. He wasn’t wearing that old Hellfire Club you were used to see him wear, but rather some metal band from the looks of it. His hair was messy as always, but his cheeks were pink, and he was slightly breathless. What was he doing before you arrived?

“The queen of Hawkins High appears in my doorstep. Are you lost?” Eddie teased, leaning to the side of the door.

You didn’t know if you were angry or still horny, or both. You just knew you were confused, and wanted some explanations now.

“Who do you think you are to… do that to me?”

"Do what?"

"Touch me!"

His eyebrows rose as he let out a small laugh. "Okay, since the lady insists."

"No, you idiot!" You blushed furiously, remembering how his touch felt. It wouldn't be such a bad idea, actually...

He looked at you with a boyish look on his face. "You know what, you never told me what we did in your dream."

"And I'll never tell you." You furrowed your eyebrows. "I just came to tell you to never do that again."

He took a few steps closer to you, to the point you had to crane your neck up to meet his eyes. The scent of cigarettes invaded your nostrils, normally you’d bitch about how bad that smell was and that smoking kills, but now it wasn’t so unpleasant coming from him. His hand slowly rose, and you followed the movement with your eyes in slow motion, almost scared as to what he would do now with his perfect fingers, but he just started twirling a lock of your hair around his index finger.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re really here for, huh? And don’t lie.”

Your breath hitched, but you knew you had to keep your composure. You didn’t come all the way to this shit hole to be at his mercy again.

"I told you already. To tell you that won't happen again." Your voice sounded like you were way more composed than you actually were. You swear you felt your legs quiver at some point.

"You know, I think you're lying. I think you're here because you liked me touching you way too much, and you want more." He gripped your hair, bringing your face impossibly closer to his.

“Tell me to stop.” His lips brushed against yours as he spoke, causing your brain to shut down and you leaned forward, already feeling drunk on him. But your movement was halted when you felt a large hand grip your neck, not hard enough to choke you, but hard enough to wake you up from your daze. “Hey. Tell me to stop.”

“What were you doing before I came here?”

He paused. “What?”

You trailed your hand from his stomach to the waistband of his sweatpants. "Why are you so hard? You think I didn't notice?"

He grunted, eyes closing for a second. "Jesus. You should have a hot cheerleader cum on your fingers, sweetheart. Then you'll understand."

"Were you touching yourself thinking about me?" You palmed his already rock hard bulge, trying to get a little bit of control of the situation. You couldn't deny anymore you wanted him, but if you're giving in to your desires, you'd at least be in control. "You're such a freak."

"Fuck you."

You pushed him inside and slammed his front door behind you. His trailer was messy, but you didn't analyze it too much because as soon as you saw a couch there, you shoved Eddie in its direction. You quickly sat on his lap, your panties the only thing separating your cunt from the rough fabric of this sweatpants. His hands gripped your waist as you rubbed yourself against him.

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

His laugh made you shiver. “I should respect the queen, right?”

“Yes, you should.” You lowered your voice to a whisper, and you leaned forward so your lips were close to his ear. “If you want to cum.”

You bit the skin under his ear, receiving a hiss and a jolt from his hips from under you. A moan almost escaped you at the sudden pressure.

“Of course you’re a biter.”

“Something tells me you like it.”

You leaned back to see his flushed face, and the cheeky grin you started to find irresistible. “No offense, my queen, but are you gonna do something or just talk?”

A scoff left your lips as you started moving against him, almost aggressively. You knew it was a lot for the both of you, how rough you were moving your hips against him, but the anger you felt towards him was practically controlling you now, along with your desire. He had his eyes on you the entire time, watching the way you were just taking what you wanted from him.

Of course, he couldn’t handle being good for a few seconds, and he increased the pace by moving your hips with his strong hands. You rested you chin on his shoulder, a breathless moan escaping you. Your panties were still wet from the orgasm he gave you earlier, by now they were probably soaked.

He gripped your hair again, forcing you to look at him as he smashed his lips against yours. Your movement halted for a second, surprised by the sudden kiss. You knew it was stupid to be shocked by him kissing you while he’d already made you cum once, and was on his way to do it twice, but it seemed like a weirdly intimate gesture. You didn’t mind, though, it only made you more worked up. Your tongues fought each other for dominance while you tried to get back to your previous task of grinding against him. You lost, and his tongue invaded your mouth. The wet smacking of your lips sounded so obscene that the first signs of your orgasm began to appear.

He must’ve noticed the shift in you, the way your movements started to become sloppy, and he quickly stopped you.

“I already let you have your fun. Now it’s my turn.” He stood up, still holding you against him so you wouldn’t fall. A small yelp of surprise left your lips as he walked to what you believe is his bedroom, and threw you on the mattress. “I don’t know what made you think you had control. It was cute, really.”

His fingers were quick to tear your uniform off you, leaving you only with your underwear. He didn’t even bother taking your bra off, only pushing the cups out of the way as his eyes admired you.

“I thought I was your queen a moment ago.” A shaky breath left you as his lips attacked your chest, avoiding your nipples but kissing everywhere around.

“And I was a freak a moment ago, but would you let a freak do this to you?” His tongue brushed your nipple, before capturing it between his lips and sucking. You couldn’t stop the moans from leaving your mouth, your hand buried itself in his hair as you arched your back, wanting more of him to touch you.

His finger teased your nipple as he sucked on the other, switching nipples when he thought it was enough.

"What were we doing in your dream?" His thigh pressed against your pussy.

“I’m… not telling you.”

"You're not gonna cum until you tell me."

You groaned, trying to switch positions so you were on top but he wouldn’t let you. His hands held yours above your head and he gave a sweet kiss to your pouting lips.

“I’m waiting.” He teased, enjoying the way no matter how much you tried, you’d only have control if he let you.

“Ugh- You were…” Your cheeks were red as you avoided looking at him. “You were eating me out. That’s it.”

“Hmm. That’s what got you so worked up?” He hummed. “Well, who am I do deny a pretty girl her dreams?”

The smirk on his face was almost scary as he pushed your panties down your ankles, his eyes always fixed on the spot between your legs. The look he gave you was the same look a lion would give it’s prey before devouring it. You had no doubt that's exactly what Eddie wanted to do to you.

“Fuck, look at that. She’s beautiful.”

“Did you just refer to my pussy-“

“Shh.” He raised his finger up, shushing you. You’d feel offended, but he was looking at your pussy like it was something that belonged in a museum. "You're dripping, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

You jerked as you saw him spit on your pussy before smearing his saliva all around with his thumb.

"Eddie!'' You covered your face, attempting to close your legs but he just laughed as he held them open. "You're disgusting!"

He didn't even bother answering you, too focused on playing with your pussy with his thumb. You were starting to feel so hot you practically ripped the bra off of you, which finally made his eyes avert from your pussy to your tits. His free hand cupped your breast and you moaned, overwhelmed by both sensitive areas being stimulated at the same time. When you opened your eyes, which you didn't even realized you had closed, he was staring at you. It almost worried you the fact you don't even remember the last time he blinked.

You didn't break eye contact, you just looked at him while enjoying his hands on you. A grunt left his mouth before he started kissing your lips again. His fingers pinched your clit and a small scream left you.

"Eddie... Please."

"Fuck, you're gonna kill me." He palmed himself through his pants, and just now you realized you were completely naked while he was fully clothed.

"Why are you still wearing this?" You complained, trying to pull his shirt off him. He helped you, tossing it aside and quickly getting his hands on you again. He almost missed the way your eyes darkened while examining his tattoos.

"You like these?"

"Yeah, it makes you look hot."

Eddie's eyebrows shot up, clearly not expecting the compliment. "Wow, the queen of Hawkins High calls me hot. Never thought I'd see the day. What would your loyal subjects say?"

"Stop calling me that." You chuckled, rolling your eyes. Who would have thought? Maybe you were warming up to him after all.

"Isn't that what you are?"

"Well, Munson, are you gonna do something or just talk?" You teased, repeating his words from earlier.

"Fine, but remember you asked for it."

You'd tease him again and ask what he meant, but he suddenly buried his face between your thighs and licked all the wetness coming from you. His tongue was relentless, and so much better than your dream. He moaned in sync with you, loving to see you crack under him. His eyes closed for a second, savoring your taste, but he opened them just as fast. He couldn't miss the sight of you like this.

You couldn't even think. You'd never felt this good before during oral, you had always felt as if men went down on you just so you were wet enough so they could slide in, but Eddie did it as if it was for his own pleasure. He was almost selfish about it, enjoying it in a way you never thought a guy would. You felt two of his fingers entering you and curling to that sensitive spot.

"Yes, Eddie- Fuck!" You moaned. "I'm getting close."

"You gonna cum, baby? Do it, cum for me. Let go."

There's no way you'd ever admit it, but his use of 'baby' made your orgasm come crashing, quicker than you expected. You screamed, squirming away from his mouth by instinct but he wouldn't let you. He kept his mouth on you until every trace of your orgasm was gone and you had to push him away before it was too sensitive.

You were breathless and had your eyes closed, while he caressed your thigh with his thumb and waited for you to recover. "You okay?"

"Don't look so smug."

He let out a soft laugh. "You're not even looking at me."

"Yeah, but I can imagine."

To your surprise, he stayed quiet and just kept comforting you. The hand brushing against your thigh was supposed to be an innocent gesture, but after he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life, his hand only made your body burn. You slowly opened your eyes, expecting to see a smirk, but seeing instead a loving look on him. "What?"

"Nothing," He smiled. Not smirked, but smiled. "Can I keep going?"

You were kind of taken aback by the sudden kindness, but slowly nodded your head. "Yes, please."

Suddenly, the soft look on his face was replaced by a hungry one. "Please? I like hearing that."

His hands left you as he searched through a drawer from his nightstand. While he was looking for what you assumed was a condom, you admired him. Your eyes examined him up and down, from his messy hair to his flushed cheeks, from his chest to his big bulge. You licked your lips while staring at it, maybe if you asked nicely he'd let you play with it.

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Hm?" He sounded frustrated.

"Can I suck you off?"

His actions ceased, and he paused while looking at you, clearly shocked while you tried to give your best puppy eyes. A sound left his lips, something between a moan and a grunt.

"Fuck. As much as I want that, baby, I really need to be inside you."

There's that 'baby' again. He found the condom and stripped himself of his sweatpants so quick you almost didn't notice the little box full of condoms beside you.

"You get a lot of company, Munson?"

"Why? Are you jealous?" His teasing tone made your blood boil. He didn't even look at you, he was focused on freeing his cock and putting the condom on. You were practically drooling at the sight of his thick member, and you were sure a drop of your wetness just ran down your legs.

You took advantage of his distraction and switched positions quickly, shoving him down and getting on top of him. He was surprised for a second until he huffed with a small smile. "Fine. Have your fun for now."

You positioned yourself so his cock was between your lips as you started grinding your hips against him until you practically got him soaked. "Beg."

"Okay, now you're pushing it too far."

"Beg me to let you fuck me."

Eddie's eyes rolled back and he sighed. "Fine, okay. Please, let me fuck you. Please."

His hands gripped your waist, and every second you kept teasing him, his hold on you would get tighter and tighter.

You were enjoying being on top way too much, but you knew better not to tease him so much. He'd definitely try to take control again and you didn't know if you were able to stop him. Honestly, you didn't even know if you would've wanted him to stop. He looked good on top too. You lined the tip of his cock with your entrance, and slowly slid down.

Eddie moaned as loud as you did, throwing his head back against the bed and closing his eyes. "Jesus H. Christ."

You moved up and down while supporting yourself with your hands on his chest, gazing at his every reaction. He looked so submissive that way, completely at your mercy. Your movement was automatic as you leaned in and bit his neck.

One of his hands buried itself in your hair, keeping you close to his neck as you sped up. He started thrusting into you as well, and you were glad he was holding you, because you knew if you were still sitting up, you would've lost balance and fell right on top of him. You released your bite from his neck and left a trail of sloppy kisses until you reached his mouth. You swallowed his moans with a heated kiss.

Once Eddie felt you starting to get tired, he flipped you both so he'd be on top. "My turn now."

He set his own pace now, a lot rougher than when you were on top, but so much better. He was hitting a spot so deep inside you as his hand started to tease your clit relentlessly. You didn't even know sex could feel this good, but the feeling of him sliding in and out of you while he circled your clit with his fingers was enough to make you lose your mind.

"God, Eddie, you feel so good."

"Give it to me, baby. I wanna feel you cum on my cock." His pace quickened. "Can you do that for me?"

You quickly nodded, too dumb to answer with words.

"Good girl." He growled. "Can't even speak, huh? Does it feel that good, baby? Fuck, you're gonna make me cum too."

Just before you came, you grabbed his face and kissed him again. He rod off both of your orgasms, thrusting and playing with your clit while moaning against your mouth. His movements stopped the minute it got too much, and he just laid on top of you, with his head on your shoulder and his cock still inside of you while you both tried to catch your breaths.

"You know, if you weren't such a bitch to me all this time, we would've been doing this for much longer."

You laughed for a minute, before you felt the guilt starting to show itself. "About that... I..." He raised his head to look at you, interested in your next words. "Are you really gonna make me say it?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about."

Liar. The cheeky smile on his face told you all you needed to know. He wanted to hear you say it, and you felt you should say it as well.

"I'm sorry, okay? It's unfair the way people treated you, and I've known it all along. It's just- If you don't agree with them, they can ruin your life. And I'm pretty pleased with mine. But either way, it was unfair to you and it won't happen again." You said it so fast he'd almost missed it.

Eddie hummed, deep in thought.

"Eddie? Say something."

"So are you gonna take me on a date or what?"

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things

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eddiesbigolepp · 2 years

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perv!eddie who only calls your boobs “my girls” because they're made for him

perv!eddie who hides your change of clothes so you run around his trailer in nothing. he upgraded from just stealing your cheer uniform

perv!eddie who takes you out for ice cream just to watch it melt off the cone and into your hands, and all over your mouth.

perv!eddie who totally fantasized about you humping his leg, or him humping yours

perv!eddie who unties your string bikini when you guys go to lovers lake, for his own personal show, no one else gets to enjoy you

perv!eddie who writes songs about what you guys did in his bed last night, and totally preforms them to the 5 drunks.

perv!eddie who tells the members of the hellfire club how good you are at blowing him

perv!eddie who loves to get your bladder full when you go out, then watches you squirm on the way home.

perv!eddie who doesnt let you change behind a closed door, he just likes to watch you bend over and pick up your clothes.

perv!eddie who doesnt let you close the door when you shower at his place, something about the door jamming and getting stuck

perv!eddie who loves to buy you things to wear around his house, specifically the tiniest shorts, and g-string things

perv!eddie who definitely sneaks into your house when your sleeping, and somehow, never gets caught pushing your shirt up and slotting his member between “his girls”

perv!eddie who loves when you lay on your stomach in your pajama shorts, he pushes them to the side to watch your panties get wet over nothing.

perv!eddie who always finds a way to bring his film camera into things, whether it be a date, or cuddling, sex, or even when you sleep.

perv!eddie whos hand always finds its way to your ass, he always says its an accident but the constant squeezing says otherwise.

perv!eddie who invests in a vibrator just to watch you scream. and maybe uses it on himself too.

perv!eddie who loves to make you suck him off after a show, so you can smell his sweat.

perv!eddie who never leaves home without kissing his guitar and the picture of your naked body both hanging on the wall.

perv!eddie who desperately needs to get himself off whenever he sees you do a cheer in that tiny uniform. its worse when you start doing the spilts.

perv!eddie who goes commando on days where he knows hes gonna get some, “easy access, babe!”

perv!eddie who almost creams his pants every time he sees you with a blunt in your hand. he swears he corrupted you.

perv!eddie who loves to watch you dance in his trailer, its even better when he gets some liquor in you, then you start dancing on him.

perv!eddie who knows how much you love to sit on his lap, he takes his payment in cockwarming or lap dances.

perv!eddie who introduces you to porn, and definitely doesn’t miss the way your legs are pressed together.

perv!eddie who offers to make his own porno with you after you guys finish watching the vhs tape. he borrowed gareths video camera.

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fuckmymunson · 1 year

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🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲:

Dom Eddie M. + prompts 97, 42, 39, 68

(if u can add in prompt 89)

💗💗.

I have, no words. Words fail me. I am so excited to do this. This was such a journey. It's WAY longer than intended. It's FILTHY. It's ME BEING A WHORE. Thanks to my wife @lil-quinnie who was there during the process and brainstorming with me.

CW: 18+, SMUT, MeanCheerleader!Reader (god, my favorite), (KindaMean)Dom!Eddie, daddy kink, use of toys, slapping, dacryphilia, slight subspace, dirty talk, a bit of a rushed ending cuz I didn't want to make it THAT big. I am a bit mean too but I love being a bitch too. | Word count: 2.5k (omfg), not proofread!

#39: “Enough, please, I can’t take anymore!” #42: “Spread your legs for mommy/daddy, I want to see you.” #68: “Shh, just look at me, baby.” #89: “Your thighs are shaking so much.” #97: “I was good while you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself.”

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Behind that bitchy, confident mask, there’s a whiny, submissive bitch. And Eddie knows it very well.

He knows how much of a fucking tease you are, and he learned how to handle it. He knows exactly what to do in order to turn you into a putty, teary-eyed mess. Eddie is extremely patient with you as well, even on those days when you are the brattiest brat in the whole world. Even when you are doing everything in your power to tease him, to edge him, to needle with him. When you grind up your cute, little cheer skirt against his crotch? He just sighs and smiles. When you spread your legs at the other side of the cafeteria by «accident», giving him the tiniest peak of the lacy, black underwear he bought for you? He just shakes his head and smiles, again: but, the grip on his lunchbox almost bends the shitty handle. When you drag him to the nearest empty classroom in between classes, kissing his neck and leaving him hard, on edge after the bell rings? He just fucking smiles again and kisses your lips lovingly.

Although, on his insides, his stomach twists with anger. He’s fucking pissed, and he knows the perfect way to get back to you.

It’s a Friday, so he knows you have cheer practice and you know he has Hellfire. Before leaving, you swing your bag on your shoulder, your orange and green pompoms peeking from your backpack. Standing on your tiptoes, you close your eyes ready for your goodbye kiss…

Which never arrives.

Eddie just tilts his head, kissing your cheek, not your lips.

“Baby—” You protest, but he’s already walking away with his hands in his pockets. “Hey!”

“Good luck, doll!” He says with a wave. Eddie is glad you can’t see the mischievous smirk on his rosy lips.

You don’t catch the game he is playing at the moment. You feel upset, deprived of your goodbye kiss. Your respective activities flow without any problem, although you truly feel upset, because why on Earth wouldn’t he want to kiss you!? Eddie, on the other hand, just sits on his Dungeon Master throne, smirking, hiding his plans, and crafting new possibilities inside his twisted, little head.

The rest of the club knows something’s happening, but they know better than to question him.

Eddie knows how clingy you are to him, how the simple act of denying you a kiss will mess with your mood, and he relies on that.

When both after-school activities are over, he waits for you patiently outside the building, lighting up a cigarette. He hears you before he sees you. The loud snap and bratty tone only made his

cock twitch inside his black jeans, the excitement runs high because he knows you have no idea, what he has in store for you.

The front doors slam open, your furious stomping and kicking gravel announcing your presence.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Jessica!” You snapped at your teammate, who just flinches in sudden fear. “Can’t you take the damn hint?”

Rolling your eyes your resist the urge to push her and smear that loud bubblegum she keeps chewing all over her fried, bleached, blonde hair. Sometimes you can’t believe how fucking stupid these girls are. No wonder why they voted for you to be Captain, everyone else it’s dense as fuck.

Instead of greeting Eddie with a kiss, you just walk past him, opening the van’s passenger door and pouting the whole ride to his trailer. Eddie pays you no mind, he just hums along to a random Metallica song, drumming his fingers against the wheel. The fact that he is ignoring you only irritates you even further, when you arrive at his lovely home, he doesn’t open the door for you, he just walks straight to the trailer, fidgeting with his keys and all the damn hello kitty charms you gifted him. You curse on your walk to his bedroom, throwing your backpack next to his bed, and sitting on the edge. He insists on ignoring you, removing his rings and leaving them on his nightstand, taking off his vest, and the worn leather jacket.

“Eddie” You call for him, starting to feel huffy at his behavior.

“Eddie!” You call again, louder this time.

No answer.

Eddie walks back to you, standing in between your spread legs. You raise your head to look at him, frowning: The look in his eyes, it’s something else. It’s feral, and you can see the darkness that lies within. The frown on your pretty face quickly melts. You gulp, suddenly nervous.

You know that look.

His cold, pale hand squeezes your cheeks, and the way he looks at you it’s nothing more than belittling.

“You’ve been nothing more than a damn tease, All. Fucking. Day” He speaks, in that deep voice. “You know better than to act like a whore, don’t you?”

At the lack of reply, he squeezes harder, making you whine in discomfort.

“I asked you a question. Do you know what happens to girls that act like whores?”

After a brief moment of silence, you reply with a meek voice.

“They get fucked like whores”

He smiles, pure venom dripping down his pearly teeth. “Good girl, at least I know you can get some shit through that thick skull of yours” At his condescending words, you open your mouth to oppose. “Nuh-uh, I know what you gonna say, and don’t you dare apologize, it’s too late for that”

“Are you— are you gonna punish me?” You ask.

“You have no clue, doll”

A part of you, it’s somehow thrilled. Only god (or the devil) knows what Eddie has in storage for you, his look is a bad omen, but your tummy twists in anticipation. He can read it in your eyes, and at the way you press your thighs together. He checks the thrift clock on his nightstand and smirks.

“Gotta go, princess” He talks, nonchalantly. “Got a deal at 8 pm—”

Sometimes Eddie thinks you are the one who’s stupid. His hand yanks your hair the second you open your mouth, successfully shutting you up.

“I’m talking, whore”

“Sorry, daddy”

“Like I was saying, I’m leaving, you are staying, and no pouting. You are gonna stay here, tied up, with your stupid pink vibrator inside your pathetic little pussy, okay? You are not allowed to cum, if you do I’ll know. You are gonna lay there, like the pitiful slut you are, thinking about what you did today, and how brats get punished” He slaps your cheek lightly, one, two, three times. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Good girl, now get naked before I rip that uniform off you”

Spread, naked, humiliated. You bite your lip as he slides the pink, texturized vibrator inside you, on the lowest setting. Reaching for his back pocket, Eddie uses the black handkerchief to tie your wrists above your head in a simple knot. You could undo it with an easy hard yank, but you wouldn’t, and he knows you won’t.

A part of you wants to put off a fight, to see how far he can go, but Eddie is so goddamned scary when he acts like this. You watch his every movement, how he changes his shirt, the peak of his naked torso and tattoos making you clench around the toy. Grabbing his jacket and his beaten lunchbox, he kisses your forehead before leaving.

“Love you, sweetheart”

“L—Love you, daddy”

The next minutes, feel like fucking hours. You start to wonder if he’s taking more time than usual just to bother you and neglect you. The tears appear quicker than expected, and you bite your lip suppressing a moan, it’s so embarrassing, to be used as a sex doll, to be treated like an object, to be edged over and over, but… it feels so good. Having that power and authority snatched that quickly only turns you on even more. To even imagine what people would think if they saw the local mean, spoiled, vicious cheer captain being lowered to nothing more than a needy, beautiful bitch in heat, arching her back and moaning like a desperate slut, ready to beg and plead for the tiniest bit of release.

You close your thighs, which doesn’t really help at all.

Pressing your head against the pillow, you inhale his scent, his shampoo, the lingering smell of cigarettes and week, getting lost in that hazy subspace slowly. Every single thought is being drained from your smart head, replaced by the only one who can make you feel like this.

“Eddie—” You cry to the empty room, closing your eyes and evoking him. Thinking about his strong, calloused hands maneuvering you, manhandling you. “Eddie…”

You think about the way he spreads your legs, how he slides his thick, hard cock inside you. God, you are so deep down in your own mind that you can hear him, calling for you, pushing you over that dreamland where he is the only habitant. His soft voice sounds so close, so real…

“Hey, doll” Eddie, the real Eddie whispers in your ear. He’s holding a strawberry milkshake, your favorite. “Missed me?” He chuckles when you nod dumbly. He places the cup on his old desk, walking back to you, he knows it’s your favorite. “Spread your legs for daddy, I want to see you”

With a weak nod, you part your legs slowly. Your thighs shake slightly at the now unbearable overstimulation. Eddie smirks and palms himself over his black jeans, rubbing his cock unashamedly. He is obsessed with every single inch of your persona. To him, you are nothing less than a goddess.

The stickiness drooling from your poor, neglected pussy makes him sigh spellbound. Eddie reaches for the toy, still buzzing cheerfully inside you. The hazy state brings you sweet illusions, he’s going to remove it, unbuckle his belt, strip down and finally fuck you.

Spoiler alert, he doesn’t.

“Your thighs are shaking so much.” He points out, sliding the toy in and out of your soaking cunt. Eddie bites his lip when he notices the little puddle on his bedsheets, he wants to lean down and lick it clean. “Want me to fuck you, baby?” Eddie asks with a fake pout, but you buy it anyways. You are so dumb you would agree to anything he says.

“Uh-uh” You mumble, a tiny string of drool running down your pretty lips. “I was good while y—you were gone! I didn’t even touch myself— Daddy, I—I was good” Your hips rock in rhythm with the vibrator, the spirals in the toy rubbing against your tight walls deliciously.

“No, you weren’t. You were a damn tease all day, bitch” Eddie huffs and keeps the toy inside again, licking his thumb before attaching it to your clit. He moves his finger in circles, making you moan his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear. “I’m gonna fuck you like the whore you are, maybe after it, you will keep in that stupid empty head of yours to not be a brat”

“I—I’m sorry!” You cry when he speeds on your puffy clit.

“I’m sorry!” He mocks you with a chuckle. Eddie leans over you, his curls tickling your neck and face. He’s so close you can smell the cologne you gave him for Christmas, the tobacco of those disgusting Marlboros he smokes. His breath smells like a vanilla milkshake, he probably had one on his way home. “Look at you, fucking wrecked. That’s how I like you, you know my love? A beautiful, cock hungry slut”

Eddie laughs again when you seek his lips, urged to feel something else. You want his warm body against yours, his cock in and out of you, sending you down those special spirals of pleasure that only he seemed to crash into your body, mind, and soul.

“My beautiful girl” He whispers, giving you a quick kiss.

“Please, please—pleasepleaseplease fuck me!” You implore one last time, looking at him dead in the eye, biting your lip and arching your back sensually. “Enough, please, I can’t take a—anymore! I need your cock Daddy” The last part is a murmur, just for him.

It works, though.

You watch with hearty eyes how he undresses at light speed, nodding excitedly when he yanks his jeans and boxers down, his cock exposed big and proud. You see every vein, the curve of it, you eye his balls, how heavy and tasty they look. You can’t help but lick your lips greedily when he strokes his cock watching you still from above, your pussy clenches around the toy. The way he is looking at you it’s absolutely sinful, he looks like the fucking devil itself. The mattress protests under his weight and you do too, impatient to have him ruining you. Eddie frowns, annoyed by the little attitude rush and slaps your thigh.

“Careful, bitch” He warns and you nod.

When he, at last, removes the toy, he presses the vibrator against your clit just in time for him to replace the emptiness in your pussy. The action makes your pussy clench and then stretch to take him in. Eddie groans loudly at the extra tightness and you just gasp, feeling how the air is punched out of your lungs.

“G—God, it should be illegal to have a pussy this tight and wet, baby” Eddie grunts bottoming out, still playing with your clit. He thrusts after a few seconds, moaning with you, reminding you how much of a slut you are, his slut. His precious fleshlight. His pretty bitch, his lovely angel.

His, his, his.

“Mine, mine, all fucking mine” It’s all he says.

He fucks you until you go crosseyed, not even being able to talk, to thank him, to curse him. Eddie notices this and slaps your face, smiling when you cry.

“Shh, just look at me, baby. Keep those cute eyes on me, okay?”

The vibrator is soon discarded, substituted by his thumb. Eddie abuses your dripping pussy, his free hand torturing you as well. He slaps your face again and again and again until it’s warm and numb. He twitches inside you when the tears run down your cheeks and you sob, barely formulating dumb words. But he gets them anyway. His lips meet yours, basically drooling all over you, it’s such a sloppy, soggy kiss but it does the trick.

More.

You are so close, almost touching heaven. He slaps your tits a few times, pinching your nipples and making you arch your back. He’s also close, it’s almost painful. The form he is molding your cunt in order to fit his whole it’s intoxicating, it makes your head go fuzzy, and it feels so good to let go, to leave the conscious state and to be taken care of.

Now that he knows you want more, he’s gonna give it to you, punishment already at the back of his mind. He’s gonna fuck you all night if he needs to or wants to. Either way, he knows you will let him.

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swingsuckerswing · 2 years

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I have a soft spot for cheerleaders

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader, Eddie Munson x OFC

Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: Reader is a cheerleader at Hawkins High and is paired with Eddie for a class project. Fluff and smut ensue. No supernatural occurrences, just regular old high school angst

Warnings: NSFW, oral (fem receiving), fingering (fem receiving), dry humping, pet names, slight domination but not degrading, smoking (lol), edging and teasing

Word Count: 5,952

Enjoy :)

“Alright people pay attention, I’ll be letting fate decide your partners for this project.” Ms. O’Donnell drones as she passes by each student to collect their name in her paper bag “so I don’t want to hear any complaints, and NO switching!”

You quickly scrawl your name on the ripped piece of notebook paper and drop it into the bag as Ms. O’Donnell passed your desk. God, you hoped you’d be paired with someone half decent. You looked around the room and caught your fellow cheerleader, Chrissy’s, eye. She crosses her fingers and raises her head up to the heavens in a dramatic plea, making you both quietly giggle.

“Okay, lets see who our first pair-” but before the teacher could finish, the door violently swung open and hit the wall with a BANG. Eddie Munson casually strolls in, as if he’s not 20 minutes late and hadn’t just given everyone a heart attack. You ducked your head and smiled down at your notebook as you doodled in the margins. Class was always a bit more...interesting when Eddie decided to show. Although you had never once talked to him (lets face it, you being a cheerleader and Munson being a...well...a freak meant your paths never crossed much), you couldn’t help but be fascinated by him. His effortless confidence, that mess of hair, and don’t even get you started on the rings. You had caught yourself daydreaming about trying on each one on several occasions.

“Well, Mr. Munson how nice of you to join us today.” the teacher stated dryly. “Will you be staying, or is this just a social visit?”

“Ah, Misses O, you know I can never stay away from you for long” Eddie retorts as he slides into his desk a couple rows over from you, his brilliant and devilish smile spreading ear-to-ear.

Flustered and turning redder by the second, Ms. O’Donnell squeezes the paper bag in her hands as she approaches the insolent young man. “If you could be so kind as to put your name in the bag, I’m sure everyone is praying to be your partner Mr. Munson” she says as she reluctantly holds the bag out. Eddie drops his scrap piece of paper in and gives the teacher a cheeky wink. You feel your own cheeks start to burn.

“Now... lets get this over with shall we?” The teacher shakes the bag, plunges her hand in and retrieves the first name. “Y/L/N annnnddd....” she repeats the process. Your heart is doing back flips as she adjusts her old fashioned frames to read the handwriting before letting out a snort. “Ha! Munson!” the entire class snickers with her. “Well, good luck to you Miss Y/L/N”

Your heart stopped doing back flips in exchange for hitting a brick wall at 90mph. Me and Eddie? Together??? You chanced a glance over at your very unlikely partner, but he was already eyeing you up and down. Slouched over his desk, his head resting on his hand he gave you a lazy nod and a quick wink. You could only muster a meek smile in return, but his black eyes had you paralyzed. You got the feeling he could read every thought you had ever had. Overwhelmed, you break away first to look over at Chrissy for some relief. All she could offer was a disappointed and perplexed shrug.

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The rest of the class flew by in a blur, and you hadn’t even realized the bell had rung until someone rattled the desk in front of you .

“Heyyy partner” Eddie hopped up onto the desk and sat backwards to face you, spreading his legs out as much as the little plastic seat below would let him. He rested his elbows on his knees and laced his ring-clad fingers together. Huh, you had never been this close to him. Seemed a real shame that you were only just now realizing how big his hands were. And your mind couldn’t help but slip again... I wonder what they would feel- Hey! Stop that. You scolded yourself.

“Sooo I figured we’d just get this thing out of the way tonight. I did the same project last year” he stole a quick glance your way to see if you’d make a remark on his more than tardy graduation, “and its pretty simple.”

Honestly, his eagerness caught you off guard. You assumed you’d have to hunt him down to work on this, or that you’d do the whole thing yourself and just put his name on it at the end. And was that a touch of self consciousness in his voice at the mention of his repeating senior year?? Maybe he wasn’t so big and bad as everyone thought. It was then you made a silent oath to personally tutor him until he had a god damn A in every subject. If he’d let you, of course.

Lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t answer right away which Eddie took as your utter disgust. He raises his head and looks past you at the back wall “Look, if you don’t wanna work with me, princess, then fine. I’ll fuck off right now, just say the word. Okay?”

His shift in tone made you blink a few times. Princess? Huh. I could get used to that. You realized you still hadn’t made a peep and you scrambled for the right words before he could make the decision for you. “Oh! N-no, sorry I- I have a hard time focusing sometimes...um I’m really excited to work with you. Honestly!” and as dorky as that must have sounded, you tried to sweeten the load by punctuating it with a genuine, friendly smile.

Eddie knits his brows together and side eyes you, his look heavy with suspicion, before slowly returning your smile with his own dazzling one. “Alright!” he claps his hands and rubs them together, the SMACK making you jump a little.

“Should I pick you up after school?”

You begin to nod, almost too enthusiastically, until you remember something. “Oh...wait...I have practice after school” you say deflated. Eddie gives an amused huff and looks you up and down in your uniform. “Ohh right... you gotta do that...thing” and he waves his limp arms and pretends to jostle invisible pompoms in the air. The sight of Eddie Munson trying to cheer was ridiculous enough to make you genuinely laugh. Eddie’s eyes sparkle in the glory.

He lets his arms fall back to his knees and he begins fiddling with his rings. “Thats cool, no worries. I’ll just grab you from practice.”

You feel your eyes bulge and you pray your cheeks are not as red as they feel right now “Really? You don’t mind waiting for me?”

The look on Eddie’s face shifts from friendly to down right wicked. He looks you dead in the eye “Eh, what can I say? I have a soft spot for cheerleaders.”

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To put it mildly, you were a catastrophe during practice. Total fucking klutz. You had toppled over the human pyramid, accidentally smacked Debbie in the face with one of your pompoms, and you just tripped Chrissy mid-cartwheel. Coach nearly turned purple blowing into his whistle “That’s it, hit the bleachers Y/L/N!”

But, who could really blame you? After all, you had a study date with Eddie Fucking Munson in less than an hour. Not that it was actually a date date, but still. “I have a soft spot for cheerleaders” his words were doing their own cartwheel in your head. Had he been flirting with you? No, he’s gotta be like that with everyone, right?

Before your own thoughts could tease you much longer, there was a sudden metal clanging coming your way. Eddie had hopped up onto the aluminum bleachers and was already sprawled out on the bench just above yours. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him. Your not-so-shining knight in armor, come to your rescue. Without saying a word, Eddie took out a cigarette, placed it between his red lips and lit the end before offering it to you. The gesture shouldn’t have been as chivalrous as it was, but you politely declined. Eddie shrugs before putting the cigarette back to his lips “Suit yourself.” He takes a long drag and holds a second before letting a puff of white smoke gracefully drift from his mouth. You didn’t think it possible to be jealous of a cigarette and yet...

“So, how’d it go, tiger?” Eddie sits up and slightly leans forward so he’s closer to you. “Well, I’m not sure how many practices you’ve been to, but sitting out on the bleachers typically means it didn’t go so good” you tease him. Eddie’s eyes bulge in fake shock and he speaks with the cigarette dangling dangerously from the corner of his mouth “What!? I thought only the BEST cheerleaders got to sit out!? You gotta be shittin’ me!” His dramatics were making you giggle uncontrollably. “This is an outrage. This is BULLSHIT. You know what? I’m not gonna stand for this.” and with that Eddie shoots up and cups his hands around his mouth “COACH! HEY COA-” but you wrap your hands around his arm and yank him back down to his seat. Both of you bursting into a fit of giggles.

In between laughs you manage to lightheartedly scold your protector “Eddie are you CRAZY!? You trying to get me kicked off the team!?” your laughter starts to subside as you both try to catch your breath. The sun was just starting to set, casting an orange halo around Eddie. His hair, frizzy in the unseasonable heat, looked like it was on fire. The light was hitting his eyes just enough so you could see they weren’t pitch black after all, but really a very rich and decadent chocolate brown. Like the opening credits of Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory. You both realized at the same time that you still had your hands wrapped around his forearm. Your fingers gently pressing into his bat tattoo.

“Oh, sorry!” you quickly release him with a self conscious chuckle. Not knowing what to do with your hands or where to look, you duck your head and tuck a strand of hair behind one ear. Eddie takes you in, not quite believing these circumstances himself. Here he was, sitting next to one of the queen bees of Hawkins High, playing around like you’d known each other for years. He had an urge to reach out and tuck another strand of hair behind your ear, but instead he clears his throat and stubs out the remainder of his cigarette on the seat. “So, uh, shall we?” Eddie gestures with his head to the parking lot where you see his behemoth of a van. Here goes nothin’.

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Eddie, ever the gentleman, opens the passenger door of his van for you and offers his elbow for support as you crawl in. There’s discarded food wrappers and beer cans littering the floor, as well as some forgotten cassette tapes. But overall, not so bad for a boy’s car.

“So, uhm, are we going to yours or mine?” you ask delicately as Eddie straps himself into the driver’s seat. You suddenly have a desperate need to know what Eddie’s room looks like. What color are his sheets? Does he have any posters on his wall? Is it messier than his car? Eddie lets out a breathy chuckle “ha, well my place is kind of a shit hole, so....”. Its not that he didn’t want her to come to his place, in fact he really, really wanted her to come to his place.That was the problem. His mind wandered to the bright blue box of trojans he knew he kept on his bedside table. He figured he’d have to be on his best behavior if they went anywhere other than his trailer.

“My place it is then!” you say, a tad bit disappointed you wouldn’t see his lair... at least not today. “Oh, but my mom is holding her bridge club tonight, so we may have to be kinda quiet” you cringe at your own words. He must think I’m so lame.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you as he turns on the ignition. “You suggesting we might get up to something louder than school work, Y/L/N?” he teases you. Your brain cells implode. “No! No I just-I meant- oh for fuck sakes just drive, Munson.” you slam back into your seat with a huff, crossing your arms against your chest, trying to hide your smile and blatant blush. Eddie gives one hardy laugh “Eeeasy with the language there, Miss America! Your wish is my command.” And with that, you’re speeding out of the Hawkins High parking lot with Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

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“Mom! I brought a friend home!” you shout into the house as you enter. You hold the door open for Eddie thinking he’s right behind you, but when he doesn’t enter right away you look back. Poor boy, he’s wiping his shoes feverishly on the welcome mat, making sure he doesn’t track in so much as a speck of dust.

Your heart bleeds for him, and you gently grab his leather-clad arm (he had insisted on putting his jacket on in the car so that your mom wouldn’t see his tattoos) to pull him inside. “Come on, don’t be shy!” you whisper to him sarcastically. “Ha, yeah easy for you to say Miss Pretty in Pink.” he whispered back nervously as he swiped at your ponytail to prove his point.

“Have you even seen that movie?” you laugh as you face him to pull him further into the small foyer by his forearms. His hands grab your elbows, his fingers curving up to hold you still. He digs his heels into the carpet, not letting you pull him a single millimeter more. A punishment for your jab at his movie knowledge. You struggle just a few seconds longer to pull him forwards, but you soon give up. You lock eyes, and just smile at each other in the silence. He knew he had you trapped, and you were more than content with your predicament.

“Sorry, honey, I couldn’t hear you from the den- oh!” your mom rounds the corner, finding you quickly releasing the arms of a young man who looked like he just finished his opening set for KISS. Even though the foyer was small, you two were still standing sinfully close to one another.

“Oh, excuse me, I didn’t realize you had...company, dear. Who is your...” she eyed the boy up and down, from his frizzy hair to the tips of his scuffed white reebocks, before continuing “...friend here?”

You think you may be busted big time before you spot the glass in your mom’s hand. Thank God for Mrs. Smith’s margaritas, it wouldn’t be bridge night without ‘em! Judging by her looks, you’d say this was her second glass...maybe her third.

Before you can speak, Eddie was already jumping into action. “Good evening, Mrs. Y/L/N, I’m Edward Munson.” he had stepped out to stand in between you and your mom and was shaking her hand with genuine glee. Wait, did he just say Edward??

“Y/N and I were paired up for a project, and we thought we’d get a head start on it. It’s so lovely to meet you, your daughter is a real gem.” he leans in a little closer to her “I can see where she gets it from now” he shines that breathtaking smile of his.

Given the 2-3 margaritas and the incredibly charming young man before her, your mom was basically a goner. She unfurls her lips into an overly welcoming smile “Ohhh well, Edward, its a pleasure to meet you! I’m afraid you’ve caught me a bad time,” she raises her glass as proof “this is my ladies bridge night. Otherwise I would show you around the house, you must forgive me!” your mom swiftly taps Eddie in the center of his chest with her perfectly manicured pointer finger. You think your jaw must be broken given the velocity at which it drops. Please don’t tell me my own mother is FLIRTING with my boyfr- I mean school partner!?

“No worries at all Mrs. Y/L/N, you won’t even know we’re here, I promise.” Eddie crosses his hand over his heart, and you swear you see him bat his fawn-like eyelashes at the older woman. “You know...” Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and you see a devilish grin spread across his face. Oh God, this can’t be good. “I run a little club of my own, you and Y/N should really come and see it sometime.”

Okay! Thats enough! “Hey mom, I think I heard Mrs. Smith call you. We should probably get started on the project anyway, right Edward?” you poke him roughly in the back. He jolts and lets out a little groan, but continues to smile dashingly at your mom.

“Alright sweetie, well let me know if you need anything. And I mean anything, Edward don’t be stranger.” she pats him on the shoulder a few times before leaving to go back downstairs.

Eddie leans around the corner to make sure the coast is clear before looking back at you with a sly smile. You stared at him as if he had just landed from outer space. Eddie shrugs, “What? I’m good with moms.”

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You wouldn’t describe your room as overtly girly, but there were definitely some tell-tale signs. Like the raggedy pink and white stuffed bunny that sat guard on your pillow. You made a mad dash for the beloved childhood friend before Eddie could see it, but it was too late. He already had the poor little thing in his grasp.

“Ah haaa, and who do we have here?” Eddie takes the stuffed animal and boops your nose with it’s pink button one. Humiliated, you give in to his inquiry with a heavy sigh “this is uh...Mrs. Butterworth” you don’t dare look at him as you mumble the last bit. His eyes go crazy wide and he stifles his laughter “I’m sorry, Mrs. Butterworth??” he teases you. “I liked pancakes and bunnies when I was two, give me a break!” you plead as you try to snatch the furry companion out of his hands, but he holds her high above your head.

“Hey, hey its impolite to grab” he puts his free hand on your shoulder to deter you from jumping for it. His thumb barely rubs the exposed skin, but its enough to make you fall into submission and you stand perfectly still. He notices the change, and smirks at you. “Good girl...now lets safely return Mrs. Butterworth to her home, hm?” and he gently places the bunny back on your pillow. He even fixes her slouched ears and gives her a little peck on the forehead. You didn’t know what was hotter, Eddie calling you a “good girl” or him respecting your belongings. Hmmm...definitely the “good girl” thing.

“Soooo should we like, sit on the bed or the floor orrr...” Eddie was genuinely just trying to get through this without mauling this poor girl’s face off...or worse.

You had always done your homework in bed, never really needing a desk. You didn’t know at this moment whether that was a blessing or a curse. “Uhhh either one, doesn’t matter to me.” you shrug, desperately trying to pass off as super casual. You both stared at the bed for a second, the soft duvet, the silky sheets, the perfect headboard to hold onto for dear life as a certain someone fucks you through it...

“I think the floor would be bett-”

“How about the floor-?”

You both hastily talk over each other and then chuckle. Eddie scratches the back of his head, his Hellfire shirt hiking up juuust enough for a fraction of his happy trail to poke out. Jesus H. Christ, please give me the will power to make it through this night. Yours Eternally, Y/N

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You sat with your knees tucked underneath you and slightly to the side while Eddie opted for spreading his legs out, his one arm firmly planted behind him to stable himself.

You had both been quietly focused on your individual tasks for quite some time now, and honestly you felt proud of yourself for focusing on something that wasn’t Eddie for this long. You thought of another point to bring up in your project and went to pencil it down, but you didn’t grip it quite right and it fell to the hardwood floor. Clearly your pencil had a mind of its own, because it rolled straight into Eddie’s fingers.

You stared at his fingers spread flat across the floor, his rings practically hypnotizing you as they glittered in the warm yellow light of your bedroom. His veins crawled like ivy up his arm, reminding you of a long-forgotten Grecian statue. You were taking longer than excepted to retrieve your pencil, causing Eddie to look your way. He caught you mid-trance staring at his regular old hands, at least in his opinion. He picks up the pencil, tosses it into the air and catches it all in one smooth gesture before handing it out for you to take.

“Missing something?”he asked with a smug smile.

You’re still staring at his hands as you absentmindedly thank him and take your pencil. Your movement is very slow, and he watches you curiously. “You okay?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Hm? Oh!” just like Sleeping Beauty you awaken from your spell and shake your head. “I uhh, I was just looking at your rings. They’re really cool.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and smiles wide, turning his body to face you better “Yeah?”

You nod enthusiastically and scooch a little closer to get a better look (any maybe just to be a little closer to him, too). “Yeah, I see you wear them all the time but I’ve never gotten to see them this close. I really like them.” Eddie holds the back of his hand up to his face and wiggles his fingers to inspect the rings himself. “I guess they are pretty sick, huh?” he jokes. He rolls his head to the side to look at you “Didn’t think you’d be into this kinda stuff...” his tone sounded like he was testing the waters for something else.

Picking up on his innuendo, you shrug and look up at him through thick lashes. “I’m into a lot of things...” Eddie’s heart spasms, as well as something much further down south. He chuckles and throws his head back, gazing up at the ceiling and biting his bottom lip. You can tell you made him blush, and he’s lucky you don’t break out into a cheer to celebrate. When he drops his head back down, he repositions himself so he sitting right in front you, feet still on the floor, knees bent up.

“Come here” he says, his eyes fixed on the task at hand which was removing his rings one by one. You slide a little closer so you’re in between his knees. You can feel the warmth of his legs and body radiating off of him. “Give me your hand” you do as he says without hesitation. He holds your wrist as he takes the first ring, a silver rectangle with a cross down the middle and a skull in each corner, and gently slips it down your pointer finger. The thing is huge and quickly falls to the underside of your finger. Eddie twists it back to the correct position and holds it there a second “this one I got at a uhhh garage sale... I think” he looks you in the eye as he explains, only looking away to put the next one on. The next is a silver pig’s head, he slips this one down your middle finger “ha...this one my uncle got for me. I think it was supposed to be a joke or something” he chuckles a little, making you do the same. The last one he treats with the most care as he slides it down your ring finger. Its’ a large, angry looking skull with sharp fangs. “Annnnd this one was my dad’s.” he doesn’t offer any more details than that, and you get the sense his dad is another topic for another day. He lets go of your wrist and raises his hands in the air as if to say “ta-da!”

You have to squeeze your fingers together tightly just to keep the rings upright. You rub over them with your other thumb, the cool silver feeling smooth against your skin. You can’t quite comprehend that you’re wearing Eddie’s rings, but you want to take in every detail, every chip, every worn edge, every contour. You’re never forgetting this.

“They suit you” Eddie is the first to break the silence. “Maybe I need to get one for you, unless you dig the oversized look” he jokes. “...They’re perfect...” you say without even really realizing what just came out of your mouth. Eddie blushes again, this time ducking his head and smiling at the ground, drumming the floorboards with his fingers.

He quickens the pace, ending with a crescendo of tapping. He groans and mutters “fuck” under his breath. He shakes his head and brings his hands up to rub his face. “What’s wrong?” you ask, elbowing the inside of his knee.

He drops his hands from his face and moves again so he’s sitting with his back against the side of your bed, leaving you crouched on your knees by yourself. He stares off “Nothing, nothing at all.” and chuckles to himself. His sudden withdrawal feels like a punishment, but you couldn’t tell what you had done wrong. “You’re really fucking perfect is all”, he adds as an afterthought. Then it clicks for you. You’re going to have to show him that he’s perfect too.

You leave his rings on your notebook before crawling over to him. You take a deep breath and straddle his lap. You could feel his cock pressing into your panties, poor thing has probably been hard all night. You carefully place his hands around your waist before resting yours on his chest. Eddie’s lips part as he stares up at you, fingers squeezing into you. “Eddie” you whine “I really like you.” You roll your hips to prove your point, the friction making you both moan.

He removes one hand from your hip up to your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He searches your eyes to make sure this is what you wanted. That you wanted him. Your lids heavy with lust, you bite your lip and nod at him. You knew exactly what he was looking for. He smiles before pulling you down into a kiss. His lips feel plush against yours and the feeling is intoxicating. He kisses you deeply, his hand rigid under your jaw. You begin to roll your hips again when he slides his tongue into your mouth. You think your eyes might roll into the back of your head, the combination bringing you pure ecstasy. He starts to buck his hips up into you, matching your rhythm as you makeout.

You break away from his lips to breathe, but Eddie takes the opportunity to sprinkle your face with little kisses. Your nose, your eyelids, your forehead, no where was safe. You feel a building pressure in your core, and deep need to be filled, stretched, licked, fucked, sucked, bitten, beaten WHATEVER. You just needed him. Every where. All at once. “Eddie...I- I need-” you began to whine. “Shhh I know, I know sweetheart. Ill take care of you.”

Eddie scoops you into his arms and stands you both up, still planting little kisses everywhere he could reach you. He gently drops you onto the bed. You giggle as you bounce into the mattress. He reaches over you to turn Mrs. Butterworth so the toy bunny is facing away from the indecent scene, “Sorry, Mrs. B” he jokes. Eddie returns to the foot of the bed and gets down on his knees, reaching out and pulling you by your hips to the edge of the mattress. Your legs dangle on either side of him, and you hug his waist with your thighs. You prop up on your elbows and try to take your top off. Eddie grabs your arms, your stomach the only body part exposed.

“Did I say you could take this off?” his sudden shift in tone made you so wet. You so badly wanted him to treat you like he was yours, like he deserved every inch of you, because he did.

“No, sir” you say without skipping a beat.

He smiles down at you, a little shocked by your confidence “That’s my girl. Keep it on. I wanna remember how your pussy tastes every time I see you in this uniform” he balls the fabric of your skirt into his fist before flipping the hem up to reveal your underwear. They were white cotton hipsters with a little yellow fabric rose on the waistband. There was already a growing wet patch over your entrance.

Eddie looks you over, sprawled open just for him. “You’re so fucking pretty, Y/N” he coos as he moves both hands up your inner thighs. He makes a triangle with his hands as he rests them on either side of your pussy. He slowly rubs one thumb ever so gently over your slick hole and up to your clit through your underwear. You buck and whimper at the contact and he chuckles at your response. “I’m sorry baby, I’ll stop teasing you...eventually”

He shimmies your underwear down your legs, you’re not sure where they end up and you think you may have even seen him tuck them into his back pocket. The cold air makes you realize you must have been soaking, even your thighs feel wet. Eddie brings his thumb back to rub small circles around your clit as his other hand dips two fingers into your slick. He teases your entrance, only sliding a finger along your slit but never penetrating. “You’re being such a good girl for me” he praises.

You moan and whimper at every swipe, every caress, every flick. But you needed more. You try to move your hips against his fingers as he slides them up and down, but he freezes. He flips his hand over so its palm side up and holds out his two longest fingers. You realize he’s going to make you work for this. You scooch down so your pussy lines up perfectly with the tips of his fingers, and you slowly slide yourself onto them as he keeps still. You gasp when you hit his bottom knuckles. Eddie loves watching his fingers disappear inside of you, returning even more wet each time. “I’ve been thinking about you alllll day. You feel even better than I ever imagined” Eddie drawls, hypnotized by your body.

You slowly fuck yourself with his fingers. Gliding up and down, up and down. He hovers his thumb so each time you come back down it makes contact with your clit. The coil in the pit of your stomach tightens with each movement. You were starting to tire out, and Eddie noticed your movements were becoming sloppy. “My turn” he says before pumping his fingers into you, slowly building up speed until all you could do was lay there and take it. The sounds coming from your sopping cunt were downright sinful, and you began to cry out from the sensation. Eddie’s other hand clamps down over your mouth “I know sweetheart, I know. But I promised your mom we’d be quiet, remember?” He chuckles at his own joke. “Can you be quiet for me, sweet thing?” he asks you with those doe-eyes before his fingers turn demonic. He had been pumping in and out of you, but the next time he slid in he stayed put and started vibrating his fingers up and down inside you, hooking them up to ravish the sweet spot there.

It makes your back arch and your toes curl and you think there's no way you’ll ever walk again. You slide your tongue along the outline of his fingers as a silent thank you and his eyes roll back into his head “Fuuuuuuck Y/N...alright that's it, you asked for it.” and without warning Eddie removes his fingers from your cunt only to replace them with his tongue. He tongue fucks you without mercy, lapping up your inner walls. You were so close to the edge “E-Eddie I’m- I’m gonna cum, please please Eddieee” you whimper. He removes his tongue “Yeah, sweetheart?” his fingers, welcome guests, return to wreak their havoc “make it a good one for me” he commands.

He takes your clit into his mouth and sucks and tongues and flicks and laps until you’re a shaking mess below him. You bring your own hand up to muffle your cries as you cum into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie slowly takes his fingers out of you, and you didn’t remember him slipping in a third. Seeing your slit ooze with pleasure, Eddie places his tongue flat against your entrance and gives you one last lick, which makes you jolt and giggle from the over stimulation. “Sorry, you just taste like heaven” he rasps before dramatically plopping onto the bed next to you.

You’re a wreck, and so is Eddie. You're both panting and sweaty, but he pulls you both up so you can lay your head on the pillows. You curl yourself up to rest your head on his chest instead and wrap your arm around his waist. He rests his cheek on your head, and brings his arm to lay on top of yours. Totally blissed out, neither of you wanting to leave this position.

“How does a sleepover sound?” you ask dreamily.

“Heavenly. But what about your mom?” Eddie asks, his eyes already closed. He’s running his fingers along your back.

“She’ll be too hungover in the morning to notice” you say. Even if she wasn’t, you’d do anything to have Eddie stay.

“Then I’ll stay as long as you want me” Eddie whispers in your ear and kisses the top of your head, giving you goosebumps.

You squeeze him in response. He truly had taken care of you, but what about him?

You let your hand lazily wander down to his belt buckle, but he places his hand over yours. “Don’t worry about it, this is all I want.” he reassures you.

“But I wanna make you feel good too” you offer sweetly.

Eddie chuckles, causing your head to gently bob up and down on his chest. “You did make me feel good, sweetheart. Watching you cum made me feel like a fucking God.”

You look up at him and pout, he opens one eye when you don’t respond. “Alright, we’ll see if you’re still feeling generous when you come over to my place.”

You wiggle with glee in his arms, making him giggle and squeeze you even harder against him.

He yawns, causing you to yawn as well. He wraps the blanket over the both of you before whispering one last thing “Told ya I had a soft spot for cheerleaders”.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I’m down SO bad for Eddie and this came out much longer than intended lol. There may be a part 2?? Or not?? I guess I’ll see if y’all like this. I have a couple other ideas too so yeah...we’ll see :)

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