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loser-boyy · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x trans male reader smut ;)

WARNINGS: smut obvs, (sub eddie, dacryphilla and edging) mild tr@nsph0bia, cursing, violence?? idk

THIS ISNT PROOFREAD AND I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT ENJOY DNDENJNDIOVRHIDOEWHIJOREUGIO

i walked out of my room and down the stairs, waving a goodbye to my mom.

“no later than 11, honey!” she shouts from the kitchen, packing my little sisters bag.

“alright!” i shout back, closing the door behind me.

/\-school-/\

i stared at the clock, bouncing my leg.

c’mon lunch.. c’mon c’mon c’mon please hurry up-

“mrs [l/n]? are you paying attention?” my teacher asks.

i fucking hate my french teacher. she’s literally the only one to use she/her/maam/mrs etc.

she’s a cow and i hate her.

“erm.. yes..?” i say, uneasy.

“really? what are we talking about young lady?” she says, practically spitting in my face.

“french.” i say, glancing at the clock.

she scoffs.

any minute now.

any minute.

“wrong actually, mrs-” RIIIIIIINGGGGGGGGG

i grab my bag and run out the door.

see you in hell, mrs scott.

i was so hungry i practically ran to the cafeteria. the basketball boys were pumped up as always, shooting me the dirtiest looks you’ve ever seen. i joined the queue, quickly grabbing my food and sitting at my lunch table. “oh shit, hey y/n!!“ eddie says, his face lighting up as soon as he saw me. i tried to hide my pink face, but god something about his smile.. “yoo!!“ i say, a big, dopey, lovesick, smile plastered across my face. mike and dustin exchanged glances, looked at us, and looked back at eachother.

weird.

“what were you just in?” eddie asks. i laughed softly, “french,”

“french? fuck, man that sucks.” he groans, “hope that teacher dies, honestly” “i’m so close to doing it myself at this point,” i laugh, “one more she/her im going to she/hurl her down a flight of stairs.”

under the table, my leg is bouncing anxiously.

shit shit shit shit stop that right now

while maintaining conversation with someone at the table, eddie puts his hand on my thigh to stop it bouncing.

oh fuck.

i almost drop my milk carton in surprise. my leg stops bouncing, of course. however, his hand moves inwards, towards my inner thigh.

oh god oh god oh god don’t do anything stupid.. please..

i groan softly, biting my hand

oops.

still continuing his conversation across the table, a smile forms on his face. but not a happy, innocent smile, no, no. but a dirty, lust filled smile.

i squeeze his cold hand and give him a quick glance. “i’m off to the toilet i think..!” i say, staring at him, wide eyed. eddie blinked at me for a second, confused, and then stood up. “oh shit yeah uh.. me too definitely.” he said, standing up, and slinging one arm around my shoulders.

as if my face wasn’t red enough..

dustin and mike looked at eachother in a really ‘i know what’s going on’ way.

—

we laughed and ran down the empty halls, and i took his hand in mine. i squeezed it and twirled my self around, landing myself right in his arms.

“by the way, it’s pretty obvious you liked me,”

“fuck.. really?”

“yeah.. it’s a good thing i really liked you too, dipshit” eddie says, planting a kiss on my forehead.

i un-twirl my self from him, dragging him into the janitors closet.

he grinned, looking me up and down.

“ohh.. i get it..” he says, a little softer, holding me close.

i kiss him. i kiss him the way i’ve wanted to since i’ve met him. the way i’ve wanted to for all these years.. those chapped stupid lips that said the most out of pocket, sexual things. i thought back to the time i pulled his hair as a joke. what happened again?

only one way to find out.

i moved my hands up his side, to his soft, curly hair and gave it a soft yank. eddie let out a gasp and a moan.

“oh you bitch..” he says, quietly.

“what is it munson?” i ask, a mischievous smile on my face, “what you gonna do?”

his face lit up in the dim storage closet. god i loved his eyes. “i’ll do anything i want, doll.” whispered, voice raspy and low. i snickered. “will you, yeah?” i pulled his hair softly again, making him whine.

“please..” he mewls.

oh. my. god.

i ran my other hand along his back, moving him closer to me. “god you’re pathetic.” i grin. eddie tries to avoid eye contact but i move my hand from his hair to his chin, grabbing it and making him look at me.

“you’re like a puppy with those eyes,”

he blinks.

“but i know you, sweetheart. you’re nothing but a slutty mutt, and i’ll make sure that you know that.” i say, sealing my words with a rough kiss. he pulls apart and looks at me dead in the eye with his beautiful dark eyes, filled with lust. i put my hands on his hips and tug at his waistband, “can i?” i whisper. eddie smiles, cocking his head. “please, go ahead doll,” he places another soft kiss on my cheek. it was pretty cramped in the closet, but there was just enough room for me to kneel. after pretty eagerly yanking down his pants and boxers, i knelt on the cold, sorta dirty ground. he groaned softly as the air hit his dick.

“you alright up there?”

he nods.

i smile up at him, and grab it.

eddie winced and grabbed a mop.

“sure you’re alright big guy?” i ask, smiling at the way he was holding an old dirty mop.

he takes a shaky breath.

“i’m fine..”

i place soft kisses along his inner thigh, as i begin to jerk him off. Eddie gasps, and grabs my shoulder. "fuck..!" he whines, his usually deep, harsh voice going higher each time he spoke. it was fucking pathetic and i loved every second. he threw his head back, hitting the wall. eddies soft curls covering his eyes, which were clenched shut. "you're doing so good for me," i say, kissing the inside of his thighs, "so good.." i begin to move my hand quicker making eddie bite his hand to keep himself quiet. he was so cute all embarrassed like this. i begin giving his tip soft little kitten licks, causing eddie to grip my shoulders with both his hands, his rings digging into my shirt.

"fuck, fuck, fuck FUCK- please, stop this I'm so -hnghh- close I'm gonna-" eddie cries out, gripping onto my shoulders.

"quiet, mutt. don't want anyone hearing us, do we?"

he shakes his head.

"attaboy."

my hand moves faster as i kiss all over his dick. eddies breathing is heavy and loud. its cute, really.

"please please please im- im so -hahngh...- close..-" he groans.

and no no no, we can't be having that. not. at. all.

and so, i take my hand away, making eddie let out a needy whine. he looked down at me, on the verge of tears. I've got him just where i want him now. a complete mess. my mess. "are you crying, munson?" i say with a laugh. his breathing is shaky and heavy, as he goes to speak.

"n- -sniff- no.." eddie sobs.

"you really are just a pathetic little mutt, aren't you?" i giggle, "you wanna cum, don't you?" eddie nods.

"too bad." i say with a smile, pulling his boxers and pants up. "But-" he begins. i cut him off with a kiss before opening the closet door.

"love you, stupid"

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vivwritescrappythings · 1 month

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Velma

eddie munson x fem!reader

You attend a Halloween party with Eddie, things don't go quite as planned when Jason Carver acts like a jerk.

cw: allusions to curvy reader, drinking, drugs, blood, violence, eddie fights off screen, body insecurities, kissing, not proofread, working on writing fluff

Word Count: 5.5k

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“Are you gonna go to Chelsea Hanover’s Halloween party?” Eddie asked, long legs hanging out the back of his van. His stained Reeboks were planted firmly on the concrete, knees pushing out of the rips in his black jeans. You sat in the parking lot of the movie theater, eating the remainder of the snacks you hadn’t finished earlier. The night was quiet, most Hawkins residents already tucked safely into their beds.

You paused midway through trying to shove a handful of popcorn into your mouth, is Eddie going insane? “Are you going to Chelsea Hanover’s Halloween party?” You were practically gawking as you swung your sock-covered feet in the crisp night air. The sneakers you wore had been abandoned in a pile on the shag carpet.

You thought Eddie was over all the stupid high school activities at this point, with it being his third go at senior-year and all. He’d never talked about going to a party in the past six months of your budding friendship, and, in Hawkins, there were plenty of parties to attend.

He was quiet as he took another drink from his slushie, red-stained lips turning up into a smirk. “I was thinking about going to sell. Make some money off the rich kids.”

“What, do you want me to come entertain you?” There was an edge to your voice that you didn’t expect. Your chest felt tight as soon as he brought up the party, anxiety knitting your lungs together. You traced the cracks in the asphalt with your eyes.

Your frustration wasn’t meant for Eddie, it rarely ever was.

You had to stop pretending that all your so-called friends from your junior year of high school weren’t because of Billy. None of them had even bothered to speak to you since he dumped you like trash last summer. And especially not since the day of his funeral. They were fake and plastic people.

Eddie chuckled, fishing his carton of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket. He didn’t seem to notice how stiff you’d become, your legs rigid in the night air. “Well, yeah. If you want. It could be a night of making fun of Hawkins’ finest.”

You smiled weakly, trying to hide the sour mood that had come over you. Eddie just wanted a friend to be there–you knew Gareth and Jeff would say no immediately. You didn’t want to throw him to the wolves alone. Chelsea Hanover’s parties were awful if you didn’t know anyone or didn’t want to dance. Eddie didn’t seem like much of a dancer to you. “You know what, sure. Count me in, Munson.”

His pearly white teeth lit up in the glow of his lighter as he brought the cigarette to his lips, a smile radiating across his masculine features. A tendril of anxiety wrapped around your throat as you filed through worst-case-scenarios, each growing more and more catastrophic.

Your stomach did a flip as you pushed the bucket of popcorn aside, trying to be subtle as your thoughts raced. You suddenly obsessed about how your thighs pressed together and your bra cut into the layer of excess fat in your back, all new discoveries in the past couple of months. Your mother had reminded you that being thin at eighteen would be harder than being thin at seventeen—you’d locked yourself in your bathroom to cry for the better part of your birthday after stepping on the scale.

Eddie didn’t seem to notice your turmoil, methodically chewing as though everything was fine. Of course he wouldn’t notice, he didn’t understand the intricacies of girlhood that made your skin feel too tight. You fluffed your sweater out, suddenly self-conscious about what areas of your body it was snug against.

Robin would help you find a costume.

—

The high socks squeezed just above your knees as you made your way up to the front door, red skirt swishing around the middles of your plush thighs with each step. You took a deep breath, a wave of heat and sound rolling over you as you opened the door. There were people in a variety of costumes everywhere inside. A few classmates nodded at you in acknowledgment as you shut the door and stepped into the humid living room, quickly turning their attention back to their friends.

Where was Eddie? You did a once over of the room, scanning the edges of the dance floor for the shaggy-haired boy. The couches had all been pushed out of the way to make space for a makeshift dance floor, the stereo in the corner booming Cyndi Lauper. It was a miracle that it couldn’t be heard outside.

The clusters of people spilled into the kitchen. There was limited space to weave through the crowd, you kept whispering apologies as you made your way to the other room. Upon entering, you were handed a cup of red punch from a boy you vaguely knew from English. You offered him a smile, a nod in his direction as you raised the cup to your lips.

You wrinkled your nose as you took a sip, it was strong.

There were no traces of Eddie anywhere. The room was filled with Indiana Joneses and Maddonas and Ghostbusters and Flashdance characters. No curly-headed metalheads in sight, though. Eddie didn’t seem like someone who would wear a Halloween costume, not for a party he was planning on dealing at.

You leaned against the breakfast counter lazily, watching the people on the dance floor bump into one another. The plastic cup stuck to your fingers as you gulped down the rest of the drink, grimacing at the after taste of vodka. You traced the edges of the porcelain tiles as you took up your place as a designated wallflower.

You downed four more cups of the punch before you got restless, deciding to investigate the rest of the party before accepting defeat. Your feet shuffled in slow motion as you approached the sliding glass door on the other end of the room. It was open, allowing teens to trickle outside and spread across the dark backyard.

The smell of cigarettes and weed wafted through the door as the autumn breeze picked it up, sparking a small flame of hope that your best friend was outside.

You tripped on the door track as you stepped into the much cooler night, steadying yourself and your sloshing drink against the doorframe before looking up. There were a few groups outside, most nursing drinks or joints or cigarettes and murmuring to one another. The music coming from the living room was so faint that you could barely make out the lyrics.

“Hey, Velma!” Your head slowly turned towards the voice, your lips buzzing as the alcohol settled in. Eddie was illuminated by the soft light diffused by the curtains in the kitchen window. He sat at a metal table with his trusty lunch box, head cocked slightly to the side as he absorbed your costume. You realized he was wearing a dark green “Corroded Coffin” t-shirt under his leather jacket and dark jeans, meaning you vaguely matched.

If you squinted, or drank too much.

You fell into the chair next to him with an oof!, crossing your legs at the ankles as you leaned back. Your head lolled back to rest on the weathered cushion as a breathy laugh escaped your throat. “We match,” you said, looking at how the stars were swirling in the sky. Your breaths were heavy as you waited for the world to still, a smile stretching its way across your face regardless.

“I didn’t know you were gonna come in costume, princess,” Eddie laughed, busily rolling joints to keep his hands occupied. You placed the sticky plastic cup on the table before stretching your arms out in front of you. Your gaze traced the wide cable-knit of the orange sweater, wiggling your fingers as you contemplated.

Self-consciousness reared its ugly head, making you sit up and lean closer to the brunette. “Do I look bad?” you whispered, fingertips finding the edge of your skirt. Your eyes were wide as he paused to study you, a soft grin breaking out on his face. You waited for his judgment, fiddling with anything in your reach before landing on braiding a thin strip of your hair.

“You look great,” he assured. There was a beat of silence, your heads still bent together conspiratorially. Eddie looked like he was thinking, his tongue licked his bottom lip. “You should’ve told me you were gonna dress up, I would’ve done it with you.”

“You already look like you did, Shaggy,” you murmured with a sly half smile, taking another drink as you settled back into the metal chair. Eddie grinned, glancing down at his own outfit.

Everything got all fuzzy on the edges as you finished the red liquid in your cup, joking with Eddie between drug deals. The basketball players who came by barely looked at you, only sparing glances as Eddie overcharged them for weed.

He didn’t notice the cold shoulders, or he at least pretended not to, making fun of their costume choices as soon as they walked away. You pretended like they didn’t bother you. It felt strange to be at one of these parties after everything that happened with Billy, you’d never felt more invisible.

But Eddie saw you, his brown eyes drifting to you more often than usual. You couldn’t tell if it was just because he was worried about how much you were drinking. You found yourself liking the way he talked, hands waving wildly as his voice slid into different impersonations of the people around you. He was always so genuinely Eddie, you wondered what it would feel like to be like that.

“I’m gonna grab another drink,” you said as Eddie’s attention was pulled away by a group of juniors with wide eyes and crumpled dollar bills. He gave you a thumbs up as he rifled through the contents of his stash.

You swayed a bit as you stood, your grip on the plastic cup crumpling it slightly. The juniors eyed you as you walked around the edge of their little group, Eddie’s voice spitting out prices calling their attention back to him.

Armed with a deep breath to ground yourself, you shouldered your way back into the house. There were even more people than before. With no room to move properly, you jammed yourself into the throng of people that were making their way to the kitchen. Despite how many people were here there was surprisingly still plenty to drink.

You had never known Chelsea to be so generous, at least not during your short-lived friendship.

You stopped in front of the punch bowl, staring at your wobbling reflection in the liquid as you filled your cup with the ladle. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you hardly recognized yourself. The proportions of your face were so different than when you primped and prepped in the mirror, your gaze felt less harsh as you stared at the girl in the punch bowl. You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks as you glared at the rose-colored image of yourself, wondering what you actually looked like.

A hand clasped your shoulder, an anchor back to reality. You pivoted on your heel, thinking that Eddie had come to talk to you about something, maybe ready to leave and go find somewhere to park and talk and listen to music.

Your face fell when you recognized Jason Carver’s blue eyes.

It had been ages since Jason had so much as talked to you. He used to follow Billy around like a puppy, hoping that it would make him the captain of the basketball team after graduation. Of course, Billy had treated Jason like the rest of you, rewarding his neediness with a cold shoulder.

“You know, Billy would be so disappointed if he was still here.” Jason may as well have spit on you. You stepped back, your spine pressing into the chilly counter as you tried to put some space between you. His eyes had a hard time settling, staring you up and down as you tried to remain still under his gaze. “He probably wouldn’t even recognize you, especially now that you’re hanging out with the losers.”

You scowled, rage making your throat tighten. “He didn’t even like you, Jason.” Blonde eyebrows rose in surprise. “I’m sure he’s rolling in his grave knowing that the pathetic Jesus kid who would’ve blown him if he asked is in charge of the basketball team.”

You were getting a little too loud, the people standing nearest to you were turning their heads to see what the commotion was about. Jason evaluated the crowd before grabbing your wrist, a sick smile spreading across his face. “I think you’ve had enough.” There was a threatening edge to his voice as he leaned to whisper in your ear.

You strained against him, the punch sloshing over the edges of the cup and down your fingers. Droplets flecked onto his yellow Teen Wolf costume like blood. Panic started to creep up your throat, the reminder that none of the other people at the party were going to help you made your blood run cold.

“Jason, stop,” you muttered, your voice thick. More punch slid down your hand as you tried to tug yourself from his grip. Your heart fluttered in your chest as you attempted to find a way out. “Let me go.”

He squeezed your wrist even tighter as hot tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and rolled down your cheeks. You were sure long lines of mascara were left behind, you couldn’t even move your free hand to wipe them away. Fear paralyzed you as the pounding of the music filled every space in your mind. Your mind whirred uselessly, so caught off guard by the aggression that you hardly knew how to respond.

A ringed hand wrapped around Jason’s forearm; you flinched at the sudden intrusion. Eddie was bristling next to you, squeezing the jock’s arm until he let you go. You pulled your wrist back to your chest, your brows knitting together as your lips fell into a pout.

The metalhead pushed his lunchbox into your stomach, his eyes dark as they scoured your face. “How about you go wait in the van, princess? The keys are inside the box,” he murmured, his expression leaving no room for protest. You hesitated a moment, causing him to jerk his chin smoothly toward the front door. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, his jaw set.

Suddenly shy, you dropped your gaze to the floor. Everything was swimming around you, the party too loud and the room too hot and your hands were so sticky with punch. You’d never felt more overwhelmed.

Nodding once, you gripped the handle of the lunchbox for dear life as you scurried out of the house. By the time the night air hit you, you realized you were still holding the cup, most of it empty as it coated your hand and stained the skin. You choked back the rest of its contents, crumpling it in your hand and tossing it into the grass. Eddie’s van was parked across the street, looking out of place amongst the other cars.

–

You were almost asleep in the passenger seat by the time Eddie threw the door open, scaring you into waking up. He was obscured by the lights of the house behind him as he climbed inside. “Eddie, what happened?” you croaked as he tried to jam the keys into the ignition, his hands practically vibrating.

You gasped as he turned to look in the center console. His right eyebrow was caked entirely with blood, a gash splitting it nearly in two. Blood was smeared in a trail down his face, following the curve of his nostril and making its way over his pale throat and to his shirt collar. He plucked a cigarette carton out of the glove box, the streetlamp illuminating the smears of blood across his pale fingers. His knuckles were blown apart.

“Eddie,” you murmured, reaching across the center console hesitantly. He still didn’t look at you, rummaging around for his zippo. The house beyond was relatively quiet, no signs of a party other than all the cars parked along the sidewalk. Jason walked into view of the upstairs bathroom window, glaring at the van before pulling down the shade. His face was smeared with blood, his costume ruffled.

The chains on Eddie’s jacket sleeve jingled as he lit the cigarette, taking a drag with a sigh. “Eddie.” You hesitated for a moment before you pressed your palm into the worn leather. You could feel the muscles in his shoulder jump under your fingertips–you rarely ever touched him. It just felt like a boundary the two of you never crossed. “Y-you didn’t have to do that,” you said.

The heater and the radio jumped to life, Dio blasting in the small space. Eddie’s brows furrowed as he turned to study your face. “Of course I had to,” his voice was surprisingly soft. His hand came out of nowhere, a warm thumb wiping your cheek. Your nerves must have been fried, because you leaned into his touch without thinking about it. “That idiot made you cry, couldn’t just let him get away with it.”

You pulled in a ragged breath, a bit surprised by the amount of tenderness in his voice. His hand was so warm, his fingers wiping away the lines of makeup that ran down your cheeks when you cried. Shaking fingers brought the cigarette back to his pink lips, you watched him take a drag and blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

“Can we go?” you whispered, your voice hoarse as your throat tightened. It was all you could do to keep from crying, you didn’t even know why you wanted to cry this time.

He smiled, nodding as he pulled away from the curb like a maniac. His hand dropped from your face, turning the radio up until the heavy sound of a guitar riff was blasting through the speakers.

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Apparently it was Wayne’s night off, so the trailer was off-limits for a late night sanctuary. That was how you ended up at the quarry, the side door pulled open as you and Eddie sprawled out in the back of the van. You’d guzzled a bottle of water as soon as you parked, already starting to feel like a bit of a human being again.

Eddie had cleaned up his face with the bandana he kept in his back pocket. The gash in his eyebrow looked painful, but he kept assuring you it was fine. He sat against the wall of the van as he wiped his knuckles, the largest one on his right hand slightly torn.

It was like once you all had crossed the barrier of touch, Eddie didn’t want to stop. He just kept touching you, be it a hand brushing against your arm or his leg jostling yours. It felt shockingly comfortable, making you wonder why you had been so resistant to touching him before.

“Those rings must not have felt nice,” you commented absentmindedly, laying on your stomach on the carpet as you watched him. Moonlight flooded in the van through the open door, glinting off the silver that adorned his fingers.

He smiled, flexing his hands as he looked down at them. “Carver didn’t seem too excited about them,” he murmured, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.

You’d cleaned most of the makeup off your face on the drive to the quarry using a baby wipe you kept in your purse. He hardly ever saw you with a clean face, the moonlight revealing a few blemishes on your skin. The urge to cover your cheeks still lingered, but it felt nice to have it off.

“Thanks for like, defending my honor and stuff,” you murmured, looking down at your chipped nail polish. “You really didn’t have to do that, Eddie.”

The idea that he would go out of his way to fight Jason Carver on your behalf was still hard for you to wrap your head around. Eddie loved to talk and bitch and complain about the basketball team and larger society regularly, but he wasn’t violent.

“I did.” His eyes searched yours, wide and honest as always. A joint found its way between his long fingers, he took a deep drag. You watched him through heavy eyelids as he exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, he continued until he’d finished nearly half the joint. “I couldn’t just let him mess with you like that, not my girl.”

My girl. My girl. My girl. The phrase went off in your head like a bell. You didn’t know if he’d said it just because he was high or if he actually meant it like that. You wet your lips with your tongue, glancing at him for a moment.

“Well, thanks,” you breathed, twirling your fingers in a loose thread on one of the weaved blankets he kept in the back of the van. You had wrapped yourself in it on multiple occasions, mostly on cold nights when you were ungodly high. But tonight, alcohol thrummed through you like liquid fire.

Eddie finished the remainder of the joint on his own, his warm brown eyes tinged with pink as his smile stretched easier. There was a fluidity to him when he was stoned, his normally theatrical mannerisms mellowing out to something that seemed less like a performance and more genuine. His movements became more languid, his lanky form sprawling out on a half-deflated bean bag. His calf rested on top of your leg.

The cassette that was playing ended, the power chords fading into silence as you heard the player whir to a stop. The water lapping at the cliff face below and the breeze rustling the foliage outside the van seemed louder, indicative of the transition from fall to winter that was soon to come.

“You want to pick the next one?” Eddie asked, his voice soft and breathy like it always got when he was stoned. It was sweet of him to ask, considering you knew that he already had a playlist of what he wanted to put on next written out in his head. He was particular about music, always wanting to be in-control of what was playing no matter where you were.

You knew he meant for you to pick from his cassette collection.

“Yeah,” you answered, a smirk starting to spread on your face. You stood up, your feet digging into the shag carpet as you crouched to avoid hitting your head. “I’ve got a Madonna tape in my purse that I’ve been wanting to listen to.”

“Madonna?” You could hear the anguish in his voice as you stepped over his long legs to reach the front. There was an air of disbelief at your choice, Eddie couldn’t stand Madonna.

You laughed, nodding as you pulled the aforementioned tape from your bag and flashing it to Eddie. “You said I could pick,” you teased, hunkering down in front of the radio to exchange the cassettes. Stunned silence filled the space behind you as you waited for the Dio tape to be spit out, you tapped the Madonna cassette against your kneecap.

What at first was silence burst into a flurry of motion behind you.

Before you could react, Eddie’s hands locked around your waist from behind and elicited a squeal from your throat as he yanked you back. “I’m not listening to Madonna,” he said, twisting his body around yours to try to snatch the tape from your hand.

You scrambled, holding the cassette out of his reach and angling your shoulders to keep him away. “Eddie! You said I could pick!” you exclaimed with a peal of laughter, feeling the length of his body pressed against the back of yours. He pulled you close with a forearm curled around your waist, reaching over your shoulder.

“Yeah, you can pick from good music!” His chin bumped the top of your head as you both fell forward from losing your balance. The floor absorbed most of the impact, Eddie’s shoulder banging into the floorboards next to you. You let out a soft grunt as Eddie landed partially on top of you, pressing you into the carpet.

“This is good music,” you insisted, digging your elbow and knees into the thick carpet so you could shimmy forward. Eddie slammed an elbow in front of your shoulder, stopping any forward movement. There was no time to redirect as he melded you into his shadows, lanky limbs moving over where you were prone. His other hand curled around your wrist, so close to taking the tape. “You’re just judgmental!”

In a last ditch effort you twisted your arm from his grip, pulling your hand under your body and pressing the tape between your stomach and the rustled blanket. “You’re not being fair!” You were still giggling, Eddie stuffed his fingers between your forearm and your stomach in an attempt to follow the path of your arm.

“It’s my van, princess,” Eddie said with a breathy laugh of his own. He lifted himself off you, letting you breathe for a moment before his hands scooped beneath your shoulders and flipped you onto your back. “I can judge however I want to.”

You tried to push him away with your feet, matching smiles on your faces as he reached for you around the assault. With a shove your legs were out of the way, his torso settling between them with your knees on either side of his ribs. He leaned over you, managing to pry the tape from your hands and slide it into the pocket of his leather jacket.

You still had some fight in you, reaching for Eddie’s pocket before he grabbed your wrists and pressed them to the floor. “Eddie!” you whined, squirming in an attempt to throw him off.

He was smiling above you with all his teeth, the two of you panting as you stared at one another. The distance between you decreased, long fingers threading through yours as his head dipped lower. You were so close that you could practically count his eyelashes. Eddie scraped his teeth over his lower lip, a clear sign that he was about to ask you something. You nodded before he could, your heart pounding in your chest as you prayed that you weren’t reading into things.

When he pressed his lips against yours you knew you guessed right.

You sighed into it, your eyes fluttering closed as your mouth moulded to his. Butterflies had made a home in your stomach, part of you wondering when you started having feelings for Eddie. Why did it take you so long to do something about them?

His mouth was so soft, slotting against yours in clumsy open-mouthed kisses. You both were smiling, giggling nervously when your teeth clashed or noses bumped. It was as though you both were clumsy and new to this, the anxiety of wanting to impress making you forget how to relax for a moment. His hair tickled your cheeks and neck, curling wildly in every direction. You desperately wanted to thread your fingers into it, your hands flexing against his.

A strong gust of wind blew dried leaves into the open door of the van, the chill cutting through your clothes making the two of you pull away from one another with laughs. Eddie tugged the door closed in a quick motion, leaning back on a bean bag and patting the side of his thigh in a motion to come over there.

The moonlight was diffused through the windows on the sliding side doors, illuminating Eddie in a beautiful silver as you practically crawled on your hands and knees to him. You were a bit off-balance, partially falling against his chest. He chuckled, curling an arm around your back and pulling you closer with a wide hand pressed against the curve of your spine.

“Been waiting to kiss you like this for months,” Eddie murmured, his calloused fingers tracing along your cheek. You leaned into his touch, your hands resting on the soft Corroded Coffin shirt he wore.

“Yeah?” you asked, your eyes wide as you looked at him. Part of you didn’t want to believe him, you’d thought his taste in women leaned on either far-end of the Morticia Addams to Chrissy Cunningham spectrum. Maybe you were wrong, or at least you prayed that you were. When considering the Eddie Spectrum of eligible women, you were situated somewhere near the middle.

He nodded, stamping a quick kiss to your lips. “Of course, princess,” he said, his other hand coming to rest on the curve of your thigh. Goosebumps pricked along your skin, his fingertips tracing up and down the bare section of your leg between the skirt and high socks. “And you make a very cute, Velma.”

You rolled your eyes at the compliment, shrugging it off. “You don’t mean that,” you whispered, eyes cast down at the blood soaked into the collar of his shirt. Shyness consumed you, it had been a while since a guy had flirted with you like this.

Well, Eddie’s fingers drawing figure-eights on the outside of your thigh felt like a little more than flirting.

One of his eyebrows lifted, disappearing beneath his bangs as he looked at you. “I do mean it.” Before you could argue with him, he pulled you into another kiss.

It was enough to take your mind off of it, your head tilting up toward his as you twisted your body closer to him. Your hips turned, the handcuffs serving as his belt buckle digging into you through the thick fabric of your skirt. Thick thighs split apart over his knee, your spine curving on instinct.

Normally, you wouldn’t have considered the back of Eddie’s van to be romantic, but now there was nowhere else you would rather be.

Unable to think of much else, the kisses became messier. The sloppy smacks of your mouth against his made you giddy, fingers curling over his shoulders and keeping him close. His hand slipped under your sweater, palm pressing into your ribs like a brand. A submissive whimper was pulled from your throat, a dizzy feeling filling your head. You didn’t know if it was from the lack of oxygen or the alcohol you’d drank earlier.

Heat was pooling between your legs, making your thighs momentarily squeeze against his. The feeling of Eddie touching you made your insecurities about how your body had changed melt away, he didn’t seem to mind the softer parts of you as much as you did. Your hands traveled to his belt and traced the silver buckle of it, making Eddie pull away with a shake of his head. “Not tonight, baby,” he murmured, a sheepish smile curling his pink lips.

Despite the small part of your mind that was still rational, it felt like a slap to the face. You stiffened in his hold as you yanked your hands back like you’d touched a hot stove. “Oh, uh, sorry. I misunderstood,” you murmured, trying to tamp down the sting of rejection. You didn’t want him to feel bad, there wasn’t anything to feel guilty for.

Eddie snorted, shaking his head again. “Trust me, I want to,” he breathed, gently cupping your cheek. Something burned in his gaze. His thumb pressed into the corner of your spit-slicked lips, his chocolate brown eyes lingering for a moment. “Just don’t want to when you’re drunk, not in the back of my van.”

There was a sincerity in his tone that made you melt, rejection fading into yet another reason you felt like you were starting to fall head over heels for Eddie. “Okay, you’re right,” you said sweetly, turning your head to kiss the pad of his thumb.

“You want me to pick another tape?” The silence that had fallen over the van became noticeable.

He laughed, seemingly having forgotten what had gotten the two of you tangled together in the first place. “No Madonna in the van, those are the rules,” he said, his fingers caressing your jaw. “Even for pretty girls like you.”

“Oh shut up,” you sighed, your face heating up despite yourself. “You’re just trying to butter me up so I pick Metallica.”

Eddie snorted, the width of his shoulders squaring with confidence as he kept you in the space between his arm and torso. You could feel how warm he was. “You really think so?” he asked, the soft lilt of a tease in his voice.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.” It still felt like there was lightning between your ribs, electricity pooling at every juncture where you and Eddie touched.

“But, I was teasing you. It’s a Van Halen cassette… you would know that if you’d bothered to read it before you decided to wrestle me for it.” You stamped another kiss against the tip of his nose. He wrinkled it endearingly, making you smile.

“Well now I’m glad I didn’t.”

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #reader insert #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #joseph quinn #eddie is a soft boy

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alien-magnolia · 3 months

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Older! Eddie Munson x hyperfeminine! housewife! Reader : quick headcanons/ideas <3

18+ MDNI

Tw: big, girthy age gap :) (early 40’s /early 20’s), service kink!, sub!-coded fem reader, dom-coded Eddie munson, leashes!, obedience!!, etc

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Marrying Edward Munson was most likely the best milestone of your life. The dull and bitter taste of Hawkins, Indiana had become bright and full of color!!

Your Eds has bought you a quaint, small, yet spacious enough home, in which you decorated with beige tones and tropical accents — plants, gold, mirrored walls, and topped it all off with a wooden kitchen. He provided for you as well, spending the usual nine to five workday facing the elements as a local construction worker. At exactly 5:10 each evening, he would come home to greet his babygirl. You were ever so ready!

He comes through the door, sawdust covered boots sprinkling dirt on the fuzzy carpet. You rush up to greet him, and you were met with a “hey babydoll,” and a swift strong arm picking you up to his lap.

With you clinging onto him like a little koala, he undresses his clothes, and then puts on a loose muscle tee with boxers <3!

“ how’s my little girl doing today, hmm? Tell me, doll,” a prompt from him was all it took for you to enthusiastically describe your day!! His patronizing smile made your “little kitty” as he called it, gush!!

You tell him about your cooking, your laundry, and how much you missed him, your daddy <3!

“Missed you too. How’s about your daddy shows you how much he missed his doll?,” his hairy forearms and calloused fingers grip your plush waist so tightly. He pulls you into his lap, and you feel his throbbing bulge press up against your mound. “Wet f’me?,” he taunts. You nod, your manicured hands clawing up his wide back and shoulders.

“Babygirl needs her leash and collar, yeah?,” he tuts at you, putting them on. His calloused fingers grab the O ring in the center of your collar, pulling the leash a bit. “There we go, sweets. Ready for daddy to play with. <3”

You could only drool and nod!

Your pretty tits pressed up against his hairy chest, his so so masculine hands squeezing your soft belly and hips until it HURT, and you rocking yourself on his bulge.

One thing you loved about Eddie, was that he was big. He was around five inches yes, but in width, goodness <3 it hurt to take him every time! He was wider than your hand, and would tut at you everytime your pretty pussy took that wide cock and huge balls of his.

So here you were, doing just that, clinging onto him, whining, as his girthy length stuffed you full. Belt buckle on the floor, your plush thighs against his tatted ones, his ringed hand on your ankle, which had a little ‘E’ tattoo on it.

Eddie actually gave you the tattoo himself, a few months ago, gently holding your ankle while working on the tattoo. You said it hurt but your Eds kept praising you for being so brave! <3 After he bandaged your new initial tattoo, he gave you your reward for being his “brave girl,” which was his cock stuffing you full for hours on end. <3

“Pussy’s just purring f’me, sweetheart. Look at that. She loves my cock, doesn’t she now?,” Eddie cooed at you as he bounced you on his girth. You could only whine and nod as you felt his balls, heavy and full, plap’ and slap against your wet cunt.

He came in you, of course, because you were his. The tattoo, the ring, the leash and collar, the part where he breeds his little wife, all signs that you belonged to him. You loved being his pretty little wife, spending the days at home, waiting for her husband.

It was all worth the wait <3

A/n: tysm for reading! If you like it pls comment or reblog it means a lot to me <3 -Liz

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hellfire--cult · 1 month

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– 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩 📏

Eddie Munson x Tall!F!Reader

wc: 3k

warnings: fluff, absolute fluff, high school (character +18), insecurity about height, bullying, eddie munson being the cutest fluff of hair there is.

You definitely know your height, and you are reminded of it everyday. And then you find out that a certain metalhead seems obsessed with you.

a/n: just a small thought i had the yesterday night and i just wrote it. haven't seen many tall!reader fics out there.

reblog if you enjoyed

STANDING ON TIPTOES AS A THIRD TALENT

You know. You are aware.

You are aware of how painful the stretch was when growing up.

You are aware of how many times people ask for your help to reach things for them.

You are aware of how you don’t comply with those stereotypical feminine looks.

You are aware of how guys don’t see you as an option because their masculinity is crushed by you being a few inches taller than them.

You are aware of how tall you are.

“If only we could get you on the basketball team.” Carver stood in front of you with his hands inside of his jersey, looking up at you. You never stopped walking, why would you? He kept walking backwards as he waited for a response.

“Why Carver? Though you are right, I bet I would do a better job in winning an actual game.” You could see Andy and Chase holding back their laughter but shaking it off as Jason turned to shoot a glare at them and then back at you, finally stopping because you are just tired of him following like a puppy. You will just listen to what he has to say and he’ll leave you alone.

“A little cocky, aren’t you?”

“No, but you for sure have one.” And he was confused by your response for a second, so you moved around him and continued walking. You heard him calling out your name with a curse after the idiot figured out your insult. You rolled your eyes as you opened your locker, looking inside to find a picture of Robin and you, a smile forming on your lips, trying to remember if you had band practice today or not.

You turned your head to look at some freshmen girls talking, whispering to one another as they looked at you and kept walking. Yeah… you are aware of how tall you are.

But you don’t need these people to remind you of it everyday.

You look back into your locker and start browsing, looking for your Spanish book, only to get pushed on the back, making you slam yourself onto the lockers. Your anger fuels as you take the book out and slam shut the locker door, turning around to face whoever pushed you in such a manner.

“Who the fuck–”

And not exactly eye to eye, still having to tilt your head down slightly, very so, and there stood a mop of dark curls. The whiff of tobacco and worn denim filled your nostrils as deep brown eyes collided with yours.

“Sh–Shit um–” You never spoke to Eddie Munson before. You shared some classes together, and you were surprised when you heard the news that he was finally graduating. You don’t really care for him graduating two years later because you yourself got held back a year. So, you two would be leaving high school hell together in a few months.

“You need anything?” You ask and the guy has yet to talk to you. You look behind him to see two of his friends snickering at one another. Oh. “Look, if this is a dare of ‘Talk with the tallest freak in Hawkins High’ thing, you already won, I talked to you.”

You turned, not really letting him speak as you walked forward to your Spanish class. It wasn’t the first time something like this happened to you. Guys jokingly asking you out, girls not bothering to lift their heads to look up at you, except for Robin. That girl decided to stick to your hip in fifth grade and she never let go.

Not that you would let go of her either. She knows too much.

Shit, you still don’t remember if you had band or not. You groan loudly as you sit at the very back of the classroom, knowing that you would just cover the view for anyone else who sits behind you.

After class you head to your locker to put your Spanish book back inside, only to see a note waiting for you on the side. You grabbed it and saw that it was Robin, telling you she had something to tell you and to meet her in the woods at the back of the school. You furrowed your brows at that but shrugged, closing the locker door and heading towards the woods.

Your long legs help to get to places even faster, so in just five minutes you had leaves crunching beneath your feet. You assumed she either meant the picnic table or the fallen trunk that’s more towards the parking lot. Closest to the building though? The picnic table… but the figure sitting on the table wasn’t Robin.

You heard him mumble as if practicing something, his mop of curls bobbing a bit as he said a few things only to then call himself ‘stupid’ and start over again. You rolled your eyes as you finally reached him, your arms over your chest.

“I knew you were crazy Munson, but not to the extent of talking to yourself.” You saw him jump up with a shriek, flailing his limbs around as he fell to the ground but quickly regaining himself as he turned to face you, wiping the leaves away. You held in the giggle, because– damn he is cute.

“Yeah well, um– I do worse than that sweetheart, trust me.” You raised your eyebrow at the nickname, feeling your cheeks heating up just slightly, but you shook your head and looked around.

“Have you seen Robin? She told me to meet her here.” And at your words, Eddie chuckled nervously while rubbing his cheek, trying to avert his gaze from you.

“Yeah um– Buckley didn’t put that note in your locker… I kinda– It was me.” You saw him put his hands behind him like a small child ready to get scolded, and to be honest, you were angry that he tricked you but–

“Why?”

“I uh– You kind of misunderstood something a few hours ago? I know I bumped into you and I didn’t really want to talk to you–” You raised your eyebrows at that in surprised offense.

“Excuse me?” He winced as he put his hand in a fist and hit his forehead a few times while shaking his head.

“Sorry, sorry– That is not what I meant! I definitely wanted to talk to you– talk to you, I mean, I wanted to talk to you for a long while, and I still do and well, we are talking now–” The boy was rambling and your confusion was growing the more he talked, so you took a few steps forward, waving your hands in front of you to get him to calm down.

“Hey, slow down Munson, jesus. You’re gonna have a stroke.” He looked up at you and nodded, taking a deep breath in and then letting out a nervous chuckle as he started pacing around with his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. “Okay, I get it, you apologized, everything’s fine.”

“No, no, um… My friends, they tried to help me talk to you but you make me kind of nervous, so.” Ah, it wasn’t the first time you heard that.

“Yeah, my height sort of does that.” You shift in your place as you see him put a stop to his pacing, looking back at you with confused eyes.

“What?”

“Well, people tell me my height intimidates them, so… they’re nervous to talk to me. Did you need anything in particular?” You tilted your head at him and Eddie was still frowning and then started taking steps towards you, the tip of your sneakers touching with one another as his eyes looked up at yours. He was just a few inches shorter than you, you had a perfect view of his fringe.

“Well uh… You intimidate me yes… but not exactly because of your height darling.” You frowned as confusion plastered all over your features, looking at the metalhead that was still looking at you as if waiting for you to put a puzzle together in your head.

“Um… my incredible skills in Spanish intimidate you?” And Eddie smiled, and that honestly made your heart jump slightly because after all, Eddie Munson is not a bad-looking guy. He is the complete opposite of that, his own beauty to be described. Maybe it was his personality that also helped him become more charming. Either way, he was making your cheeks burn from how handsome he looked at this very moment as he stuttered with dimpled cheeks.

“No um… You intimidate me because– I think you are extremely, absolutely, and incredibly… beautiful.”

You blinked a few times, not really sure if you heard the guy right. Did he say you’re beautiful? That you intimidate him because of… beauty and not your height? And there’s also the fact that Eddie Munson is the one saying all of this when you can hardly count the times you spoke with the guy.

“Is this… a prank Munson?” You softly ask and he just groans, shaking his head like crazy.

“No, no. I promise it’s not– I–” He took a deep breath in as he scratched the back of his head, grabbing your hands and guiding you to sit down on one of the benches. You were confused but also, you were feeling your heartbeat beating like crazy against your chest, and you waited for him to start talking but he just kept pacing.

“Eddie–”

“Okay! So, the reason why my friends were behind me today and did the whole misunderstanding thing happen, which I get it, I can see how it–”

“Munson!” You were getting a little impatient now because you could now see he was nervous, but your own nervousness was making you a little bit cranky.

“Right! Sorry! My friends were fed up with me… Um–” You noticed a twinge of blush on his cheeks as he sighed, looking up at the sky. “I am not good with this, I normally like– have a casual conversation at the hideout, and then it happens it’s just–”

“The Hideout?” You don’t know where he is going anymore but he looks down at you and shakes his head once more.

“Nevermind. Like I was saying… my friends were fed up with me just– talking about you, all the time.” Okay, what? The shock must have been evident on your face because Eddie rounded the table, sitting on the bench in front of you now, putting his hands on the table, and rubbing his fingers together. “Say something? I am a nervous wreck over here, sweets.”

Something? What can you possibly say? You were never in this position at all. You aren’t the kind of person to get confessions like they do in movies. You don’t even know what to say, or do, your inexperience showing off in big amounts as you, yourself, start to become flustered.

“Um– I… I don’t– Why? Or what exactly do you say about me?” And he grabs a chunk of his hair in order to hide his face as he sways a little from side to side.

“Well… apart from how beautiful you look everyday… Everytime you put Jason or one of those guys in their place I just– I just boast about you… So I guess that when I heard the insult you threw at Jason today, I may have fangirled a bit and Gareth got fed up…” He winced a bit at the explanation but you felt your whole chest melt away at his words.

Your fingertips were sweaty, as you looked at him, and… fuck he turned from a guy to a man in just one instant. He was one year older than you and the fact he is stuttering so much despite his age in order to talk to you… was endearing. Cupid definitely passed by and shot an arrow through your chest just now.

“Um… can I ask um… why did you never talk to me? I mean… I think we talked like– what, six times in total?” You gave him a nervous giggle and he straightened up and cleared his throat as he looked at you.

“Didn’t you hear the part where… you intimidate me, sweetheart?” You frown at his words so he sighs and continues. “I don’t normally approach people with– my feelings. But um… we are graduating, and since we don’t talk I don’t know what your plans are later on, and– I just know that if I miss this chance I’m going to regret it my whole life.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at him, and it helped a small smile form on his own lips as he looked at you.

“Your whole life? That’s a bit drastic, isn’t it?” You smiled at him, biting onto your bottom lip now, feeling your belly turning slowly and nervously. He licked his lips and played with one of his rings as he talked to you.

“Not at all drastic, you are a catch, and I should be held back another year if I don’t shoot my shot with you right now.”

And he sounded so certain. So honest. There was not a single ounce of joke in his tone or playfulness. There was obvious flirtiness and endearment. But you still had to ask, because you don’t want to dive into something that he might not have thought of before.

“Um… You know I am a little bit taller than you… right Eds?” You ask and he tilts his head, a smirk forming on his lips as his cheeks tint red.

“You know, I am extremely good at standing on my tiptoes, it’s like my third talent.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his joke, yet you knew you were completely flushed by it. He cleared his throat and you looked back up at him. “So?”

“So?” You tilted your head as he leaned forward on the table, towards you, resting on his forearms and elbows.

“Do I get to shoot my shot here?”

Yeah… cupid definitely shot an arrow through your chest just now.

“Seriously, if you ditch me one more time–”

“I didn’t ditch you Robs, you decided to not come with us.” You were putting your books back into your locker as Robin leaned against the other lockers while looking at you.

“Well yeah! I don’t want to third wheel!” You roll your eyes at your best friend, catching a wild mop of curls walking through the crowd in the hallway. You smile widely as Eddie approaches you, his arms coming to wrap around your waist.

“Hey beautiful.” You giggle at how energetic he is today and you raise your hands to cradle his face and lean down, tilting his head a bit to place a kiss on his lips.

“Hi Eds.” He smiles and you feel him growing taller, coming almost eye-to-eye level with you, almost, and receiving another soft kiss on the lips before he returns to his original height.

“Tiptoes growing stronger each day.” He smiles at you only for him to be shoved into you and before you can hit the lockers, the hand on your lower back pulls you into him, while the other slams into the lockers, forbidding you from colliding against them.

“HEY!” Robin yelled and you looked up to see Jason laughing behind Eddie with a horrified look on his face.

“Oops, sorry. Didn’t see you there Munson.” Your eye twitched as you looked at him, only to then tilt your head.

“You know Jason, if you want a threesome that badly you just have to ask. No need to act so interesting and shit.” At your words, he stops laughing, anger plastered on his features now as he stares at you while Eddie turns around.

“Excuse me?” You rolled your eyes at him and pointed at Eddie.

“You messed with him, you messed with me, and now you want to butt into our relationship. Sorry though, we don’t do poly.” You smile at him as you look at him, up and down and scrunch up your nose. “Not that you’re even our type.”

People that were walking by snickered at your words and Jason only squinted at you and looked at Eddie who was holding a snort in, his hand covering his mouth.

“Freaks do belong together.” And you roll your eyes at that and wave Jason away.

“And assholes son of bitches do too, that’s the reason Chrissy dumped you. Scram.” You could see Jason taking a step towards you and Eddie’s playful mood immediately soured, stepping in front of you with a menacing smile towards the Jock.

“Wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Jason scoffed at Eddie’s threat and shook his head.

“What you gonna do, curse me?” Eddie gave him a fake smile and leaned close so that he could hear, his smile falling.

“I’ve been playing good all year Carver so that I could graduate, and honestly, I would throw that opportunity away for her. Don’t fucking test me.” And you could see Jason deliberating the words Eddie spoke. He took a step back and gave you one last look before huffing and walking away.

“Holy shit, never seen Carver back away that easily in my life.” Robin smiled and you were biting your lip as your heart thumped in your chest like crazy. Eddie turned around with a huge dimpled smile and then you could see the playful glint in his eyes.

“Have I ever told you how much it turns me on how you call those assholes out?” And Robin groaned in disgust and quickly rushed away. You laughed at him, as he came closer to you again, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Yeah, you did.” You bit your lip as you looked down at him, feeling your heart beat loudly for your boyfriend who was looking at you as if hung the stars in the sky. “What you said…”

“Meant every word.”

“I was going to say that it turned me on but–” You were taken by surprise when he immediately nibbled your neck which he had easy access to, and a giggle escaped your lips.

“Don’t tempt me sweetheart.”

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blueywrites · 1 year

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The Munson Dunkin' AU

endgame Eddie Munson x fem!Reader. no use of y/n. all fluff (for now...)

You watch the new guy working the Dunkin' drive-thru window feed a donut to a raccoon. (1.4k)

Inspired by this Tiktok 'cause Eddie really fuckin' would, and we all know it. Thanks to the Coven for talking this silly AU through with me!

tagging @newlips 'cause I have a feeling she might be interested in this one 😘. also, this is written especially for my loves @abibliophobiaa and @ghost-proofbaby🌻

You know everyone who works the drive-thru window at the Dunkin' Donuts closest to your apartment. Or, at least, you thought you did.

When you started your first job as a legal assistant at a small but reputable legal firm, the morning routine you’d enjoyed throughout college drastically transformed. Now, every weekday, your alarm blares so early in the morning it’s practically inhuman. You stuff yourself into dowdy office wear, complete with panty-hose and kitten heels (no rocking the boat with your fashion choices if you want them to take you seriously). And then, you must take your little cobalt-blue Honda Civic and brave the dreaded commute into the city, all in the name of ‘becoming a real working adult’.

So what began as a small indulgence to settle your nerves your first week of work quickly became a daily pick-me-up, a little reward to yourself for 'gettin’ out there and doin' the thing.' Now, you stop at Dunkin' every morning at just after seven to pick up your caffeine fix before heading to the office.

In the last month, you’ve encountered all the early morning drive-thru attendants and recognize them now by voice and manner, though not by name. There’s a pale girl with bright blue eyes and short deep brown hair, voluminous and cut to her narrow jaw, wavy locks framing a small, dimpled chin; a guy with a square face and hazel eyes, sporting finger-tousled bangs that chicly graze one dark brow; and a tanned guy with perpetually half-lidded eyes and pleasantly rounded nose and lips, whose face is framed by a long sheet of shiny, jet-black hair.

It’s obvious who’s working the window on a given day when you hear their greetings at the speaker, which are all very distinct from each other.

The greeting could be chipper and corporatesque, very by the book: “Welcome to Dunkin’, how can I help you?” That one never varies, not even in tone or inflection— she’s so precise, sometimes you wonder if maybe she’s playing a recording or something.

It could be warm and schmoozy, a little overly-familiar but charming all the same: “Well, hey there! How’re you doing today?” It’s nice, but then you have to quickly pivot from your order to say ‘Good, how about you?’, otherwise you feel like an asshole.

Or it could be just one long, semi-coherent slur of a question: “S’up, can I get you somethin’?” Same, dude, you think whenever you get that one. It’s way too early to be awake, and yet here we both are.

It could be any of those options, and today, as you roll up to the speaker, you receive that first greeting. But it’s in the wrong voice. Where you expect something upbeat and crisply feminine, what you get instead is raspy, brash, and decidedly masculine.

“Welcome to Dunkin'. What can I get you today?”

It’s not a voice you recognize, but you don’t particularly care. Automatically, you provide your order, and without any fuss, he confirms your total. Same order, same total, same morning routine as always. That’s all that matters, really. You don’t visit Dunkin' for the bustling social scene, after all.

As you round the corner of the small, boxy building, the drive-thru window with its little orange awning slides into view. That is what you’re rolling steadily towards when a flash of movement near the opposite curb draws your eye to a curious sight: a raccoon. Utterly confounded, you stare at the gray creature— fuzzy and plump like a spool of scratchy yarn— as it inches forward on its tiny dark paws.

Yes, your apartment is in the suburbs, and yes, there is a thick line of trees to that side of the parking lot, so it isn’t that shocking. But you’ve never actually seen a raccoon outside of roadkill splatter on the road, and you certainly weren’t expecting to see one visiting a Dunkin' Donuts. Because that’s truly what it appears to be doing. As it emerges from the treeline, slinking over the curb and onto the asphalt, its nose turns up toward the drive-thru window; those beady eyes remained locked on clear plexiglass, the apparent source of its fascination.

It is seven in the morning, you reason, so there's a possibility that you might just still be half asleep. But when you blink, expecting the creature to clear from your vision like a mirage, it doesn’t go anywhere.

This is actually happening, then. You purse your lips as you consider and confirm your musings with a bobbing nod that no one sees. Yup. This is, for sure, the weirdest goddamn thing I've ever seen.

In fact, you’re so confounded by what’s happening that you’re still rolling forward in your car, drawing ever-closer to the animal at the same time it edges farther into your lane. It doesn’t seem to notice your approach. Instead, the raccoon shuffles forward a few more steps, and then— more peculiar and alarming than if it had done pretty much anything else— it stretches like a slinky, rising onto its two back feet. Its neck disappears into its shoulders as its arms outstretch, like it’s reaching for something that isn’t there.

This is the final nail in the coffin for your composure.

“What in the fuck?”

The sound of your own voice startles you out of your dazed stupor, and your heart leaps into your throat as you realize how close you’ve coasted toward the raccoon. Hastily, you slam the brake, jerking your car to a stop to prevent it from pancaking the oblivious creature.

All is motionless for a moment. And then, in a perversely slow manner, the plexiglass drive-thru window shunts open in a mechanic whirr of laboring motors, crawling until it thunks against the far wall, falling silent.

Considering your alarm and bafflement, it’s more a relief than anything when, after a brief pause, an arm abruptly thrusts through the window opening. Its appearance solves the mystery: the arm is pale but heavily-inked, ending in a thin wrist and a big, broad hand that holds a pink-frosted donut.

The raccoon reaches higher as the arm stretches further, both straining toward one another until those tiny human-like paws close around the offered confection. Then, the animal hunches down to a squat, billowing out in a puddle of bristly gray fur. Its snout quivers as it sniffs the donut, walking its paws along its edge, slowly rotating its prize as you look on in wonderment.

That inked arm has retracted now, but you barely notice. Your long commute and stuffy attire and early morning wake-up have never been further from your mind as you watch the raccoon handle the donut, which is nearly as big as its head. Your confusion has turned to fascination. In fact, it’s kind of cute, you decide as its black paws begin to mound with pink, which smears between its tiny clawed fingers. You hold your breath while, tentatively, it noses at the icing, licking it with a tiny flick of its tongue.

And then, startlingly quickly, the raccoon snatches the donut in its jaws and turns in a flash of gray and black. It skitters on all fours back across the lane, trailing a fat ringed tail which bumps over the curb as it bids a hasty retreat.

With a little, final flick, that tail disappears into the treeline.

It seems, all of a sudden, to have been a privilege to experience this absurdity. And how strange it is that your early-morning exhaustion has suddenly turned to delight— delight which is echoed on the face of the man whose head now pops from the window in a wild mess of brown curls. Pink lips split the pale of his face in a crooked grin.

“Sorry,” he says, and it’s the same brash rasp that greeted you at the speaker. “Little buddy’s gotta get his breakfast, too, y’know?”

So, as it turns out, you don’t know everyone who works the Dunkin' drive-thru window on weekday mornings. And maybe the social scene has more to offer than you originally thought.

I have other ideas for this silly little AU, including some more cameos from familiar faces and a budding romance for our metalhead barista and his favorite customer. If you want more, let me know! ☕️🍩

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mrsjellymunson · 2 months

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The Boy Is Mine [Kittie’s edition]

For @carolmunson’s absolutely wonderful The Boy Is Mine community-boosting writing exercise. Thank you Carol for creating this marvellous event 💛 Everyone go look at the guidelines and JOIN IN, no tag is necessary 😃

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

WC: ~1.6k

Rating: M, MDNI

C/W: Fluffy Fluffster McFluffington, friends to lovers, a few swears, descriptions of erotic drawings and literature, allusions to arousal, drug use (smoking the devil’s lettuce), kinda forced proximity?, Eddie is self-deprecating, Hellfire Club being stellar wingmen.

Prompts included: 3 prop prompts, 4 dialogue prompts.

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“What do you mean, we should all cancel?”

Gareth is looking at Dustin aghast, the other members of the Hellfire Club regarding the curly-haired boy with confusion.

“I mean exactly that. We should all cancel. Make it so it’s just the two of them.”

He continues, addressing the whole group.

“Aren’t you all sick of the awkwardness, the pining, the longing looks? I know I am. They’re never going to configure their own romantic night in, so I say we do it for them.”

Ever the insightful one, Erica continues Dustin’s campaign.

“He’s right, Gare, and you know it. These two doofuses are never gonna do it by themselves. So I say, save all of us the pain, and sacrifice one night of socialising for the greater good.”

“The greater good…”, the group grumbles in unison, most nodding sullenly at the loss of a night round at Eddie’s, but all agreed in their collective aim.

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You haven’t known Eddie as a friend for all that long. You only joined Hellfire a few weeks ago, and have smoked with him and the stoners at the bench in the woods a couple of times, but that’s about it. Unbeknownst to him, you’ve been admiring him from afar for considerably longer, although you’d never tell him that.

Tonight is gonna be the first time you’ve spent time with him. Just him. At his trailer. Alone. Somehow all the other members of Hellfire ended up dropping out or having other plans, but they all insisted that you should definitely still go. You know you have no reason to be nervous, but there’s something that happens every time he looks at you that just makes you feel, well, fluttery.

You take a deep, steadying breath and knock on the screen door of the trailer, and from inside you hear a muffled, “Come in!”

Eddie’s sitting on the floor on a small throw pillow, his back against the couch, scribbling in a small, green notebook. It’s evident from the spoon sticking out of the container in front of him that he’s been eating vanilla frosting straight out of the tub. The weed must be getting to him already.

He looks up as you enter, and hurriedly closes the book as he goes to stand. He glances at his watch and greets you with a cheerful, if a little flustered, “Hey, sweetheart! Are you early? I didn’t think… Oh, I must’ve got distracted and lost a little time there.”

He beams at you as you move into the modest living room, dimples popping and those adorable chocolate brown eyes flashing in your direction.

Yeah, fluttery... You wonder how on earth you’re gonna keep it together for an entire evening.

Eddie beckons you over to the couch, and as you perch on the edge he invites you to spark up a pre-rolled joint as he somewhat self-consciously grabs the almost-empty frosting container and goes to the kitchen to get drinks.

As he moves, you can’t help but take him in. His hair is clean and fluffy, and he leaves a cloud of a not unpleasant masculine body wash in his wake. His shirt, which fits far too nicely, is a deep, unfaded black, and the print on the front seems really vibrant. It seems to be burn and tear-free, the sleeves are intact and attached, and it’s tucked into his jeans, which also appear to be devoid of rips. Could they all be… new? But, why would he be wearing his best clothes just for a simple social?

Taking a long drag from the joint and needing a distraction from all the unbidden fluttering, you grab the notebook. It’s one you’ve never seen before. It's pretty, and has an embossed cover sporting some kind of fantastical creature. It’s very Eddie.

Looking inside, you see drawings of dice, weapons, ubiquitous Eddie stuff. But then you spot some full-page sketches of sexy elves, a long-haired medieval maiden, boobs, even a couple of well-proportioned penises. You’re a little surprised, but the drawings are so good and the level of detail so exquisite that you almost forget the subject matter.

There’s some writing too, short scenarios about fantastical characters fucking on mountain tops, magical sex toys, a wizard with an impossibly long tongue... You know you shouldn’t be looking, but you can’t tear your eyes away, and you feel a subtle heat developing in your belly.

You skip to what must be his most recent scribblings, wondering what he was so engrossed with as you came in, which is where you find content that looks oddly… familiar. There’s an outline of a story about a magical prince ravishing a fair damsel at a location that sounds eerily similar to the spot in the woods that a group of you discovered only the other week. A sketch of a figure wearing a crown, surrounded by intricate renditions of dragons, who has your eyes and lips, and physical proportions that look an awful lot like yours. A picture of a hand, adorned with something that looks very similar to a bracelet that you wear, with one of Eddie’s rings on a finger...

Eddie returns from the kitchen with sodas poured into old plastic cups branded with worn logos that look like they came from a ball game years ago.

“The maid took the week off so we’ve run out of, like, nice cups. Is this okay?"

You didn’t hear his socked feet pad in on the soft carpet, and his voice startles you. You jump, dropping the notebook onto the coffee table with a small thud. It falls open at the picture of the dragon lady.

Eddie freezes, eyes popped wide and jaw dropped open. He gapes a few times like a fish as you quickly scramble backwards onto the sofa, talking quickly and apologising profusely.

“I’m so sorry, Eddie! I shouldn’t have been looking. I- I didn’t see much, honestly.”

He panics and rushes to put the cups down on the small coffee table, spilling a little from one of them. He quickly sits down next to you, and runs one hand nervously through his chestnut bangs while the other reaches shakily towards the notebook, but then pulls back.

He waves that hand in the air as he mumbles, “Umm, you weren’t supposed to see any of that. It’s, uh, ideas for campaigns or whatever. It’s just fantasy, y’know?”

He swallows thickly and his eyebrows pinch, and he’s studying your face to try to judge your reaction. Are you weirded out? Freaked? Upset? Angry?? Has he just ruined everything by forgetting to hide that damn book?

You see the terror in Eddie’s eyes, and you try to reassure him that you’re not offended by what you saw. In fact, quite the opposite. You blurt out,

“The drawings, they're really good. Amazing, actually. And the little stories, too. I sorta did read some, I’m really sorry. But it’s all really captivating. Kinda sensuous, almost visceral...”

You frown ever so slightly at your admission and chew your lip.

He asks, an endearingly hopeful look on his face,

“And… you like that?"

You look into his glinting, mahogany orbs and smile softly.

“Yeah, I like it, Eddie.”

You shift in your seat, and Eddie can’t help but notice how you subtly clench your thighs together.

The edges of Eddie’s lips quirk up into the tiniest smile, as he realises that not only haven’t you completely freaked out, you also, apparently, even liked at least some of what you saw.

But just as quickly, his face drops. Looking at his lap and rubbing one thumb over his rings, he says quietly,

“Yeah, but it’s just fantasy, right? In real life, no Dragon Queen would ever want a freak like me.”

Bending forwards to peek under the curtain of hair that’s dropped in front of his face, you look up into his eyes, and state, softly,

“Aw, don't be like that. That's not even true. Some people would give anything to be your Dragon Queen."

He turns his head to look at you with a questioning expression.

“Yeah?”

Quietly, you reply,

“Yeah. You never know who’s gonna think you’re kind, and smart, and pretty…”

There’s a beat of tense silence. Needing something to do, you teasingly push at his knee with your hand. You both let out nervous little chuckles; it helps to dissipate some of the tension in the room.

As Eddie’s leg springs back from your touch, you notice that sometime during all of this your thighs have started touching.

Shit.

Fuck it.

Whether it’s the weed, or the contents of the notebook, or the way your skin feels like it’s on fire where it’s in contact with Eddie, or simply the way Eddie’s responding to your flattery and compliments, you feel emboldened, and decide to admit just a little of your feelings for him.

“You know, I find you pretty, Eddie.”

He looks genuinely surprised.

“You- You do?”

“Yeah. Really pretty. Gorgeous, actually, if I’m being truthful. And funny, and clever, and astonishingly creative, and-”

He cuts you off.

"If you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem."

“Oh yeah? And what kind of a problem would that be?”

His cheeks turn the most beautiful shade of pink as he admits, “The kind of problem that I’m gonna need to cover with a damn cushion, that’s what!”

You cackle, which makes Eddie laugh, a beautiful, booming sound emanating from deep in his chest.

You both start to giggle, all remaining discomfort dissipated. You theatrically bend and retrieve the pillow Eddie was sitting on earlier, handing it to him with a flourish as you dip your chin and peer up at him through your lashes.

“Might it also be the kind of problem that could one day be resolved by taking a certain Dragon Queen to a certain clearing deep in the woods, and doing certain things to her, perhaps with a certain magic tongue?”

Eddie inhales sharply through his nose, eyes twinkling, and suddenly looks dreadfully serious. His gaze locks with yours as he starts to lean into your space, and his gaze starts to flick between your eyes and lips.

He raises one hand to gently skim his fingertips down one side of your jaw and smiles a little as he says, in a low and husky voice that you can barely hear,

“Oh, my Queen, I think that would absolutely be the most perfect solution...”

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rainobrienn · 1 year

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Our little secret - Eddie Munson

Teacher!Eddie x Student!Fem!Reader

Words; 3.5k

Synopsis; you don’t know that you are your favourite teachers, favourite student..

Warnings: P in V, Public sex?, Pet names, Oral (m receiving), mouth covering. Not proof read…

A/N; reader is over 18!!

“Ok if you could fuck any teacher, who would it be?” You friend Lilly asked boldly, and quite loudly in the middle of the University halls.

You and your friend Casey laugh at her confidence that nobody would hear her, or maybe she didn’t care. You tried to hide the embarrassment in your cheeks, knowing exactly who you would choose.

“I would definitely go for Cavill, he’s the sexiest English teacher I have ever seen,” she says, imagining the thing he would do to her in her own mind, lust in her eyes.

“Gross,” Casey scoffs, “I’d probably go for Misses Brown, she is something else,” she says, “You like women?” Lilly asks shocked, “I came out to you in fifth grade, what the fuck?” Casey scoff at her best friend of twelve years.

“Sorry,” Lilly says sitting back against the wall, “y/n, you?” She then avoids her best friends hatful gaze, “uhh I don’t know,” you said, lying, completely lying, you have had the most sinful crush on your music teacher Mr Munson since you started at this shit whole University.

“Seriously, I thought you would’ve gone for Cavil too,” Lilly says a little disappointed, “I’m not really, into older men,” you lie, all you were into was older men.

It’s not like your crush on Munson was illegal, he was in his mid thirties and you were almost twenty one, so even if anything did happen, which you highly doubt it would, it wouldn’t be illegal or anything. Would it break every single school rule ever? yes. Would he loose his job? Yes. But, like you said, it would never happen.

“What about Munson? He’s kinda cute,” Casey says, you cheeks instantly flush a red, “oh god, the things I would let him do to me,” Lilly laughed, you gagged at her horniness trying to ignore the embarrassment.

And of course next lesson was music, you always had a certain excitement for music. Maybe it was because of your sexy teacher, or maybe it was because of the instruments.

You sat down in your regular seat, next to Lilly near the back. Your guitar standing next to you ready for whatever you needed to learn today, “right,” you heard that familiar, masculine, raspy voice of your teacher.

God did you live the hot weather recently, all he had been wearing were these tight white tank tops and low black jeans, his long shaggy hair either in a messy bun or down. “Fuck,” Lilly gasped, you couldn’t help but feel maybe a little bit of jealousy when Lilly stared at him with her hungry eyes.

“Gross,” you stated crossing your arms again, your eyebrows furrowed, and expression a little tensed, but that immediately went away when your teacher shot a smile at you, god his smile was so perfect.

“Y/n, good to have you back,” he said, you just smiled back at him nodding. You had only missed yesterday, it felt a little weird he stated your presence and not Micheal’s who had been gone a week.

You watched as he explain a project to the class, you could never really pay attention, especially when he took a second to take a sip of his water, his jawline showing off in the best ways, his muscles flexing. God you could just faint right then and there.

“So get into groups of, four and get on with it,” he said clapping his hands together, which took you out of your little trance, “wait, what?” You said turning to Lilly, “What?” She asked, “What are we doing?” You asked, “Did you not just listen to anything he said?” She asked, “No,” you said in a stutter, a little embarrassed, “God you always zone out in music,” she scoffs, “You have a thing for Munson,” she then says pointing a finger at you, you covered her mouth almost immediately, looking over to see if anyone had heard her.

“Are you fucking crazy Lil?” You asked, and she just couldn’t help but laugh, “Shut up,” you said hitting her, “God, your such a liar,” she said shaking her head, “Can you just tell me what we are doing?” You asked, “groups of four, choose a song to perform next week,” she said.

“Your with me, right?” You asked, “god no, you suck, sorry,” she said, “Lilly,” you said, “maybe you should ask Ed if he’ll give you some extra lessons,” she said winking at you before going off to another group.

You rolled your eyes, you knew she meant it in a sexual way. But you couldn’t help but think about it, tutoring? You did need it, you could never get the rhythm right.

You sighed as you walked over to your teacher sitting at his desk, “Mr Munson,” you called out walking up next to him, he looked up to you, his pretty brown eyes making your legs weak, and his lips that you just wanted to kiss.

“Call me Ed, you’d know that by now y/n,” he smiled, “Ed,” you then said shaking your head, “I was, I was just wondering something,” you started, “yeah?” He asked, god why was every word that came out of his mouth so, attractive.

“I suck at guitar, and your a great teacher, so I was- I was wondering, could I maybe just get some extra, lessons maybe, I can’t actually afford a out of school tutor right now,” you said in a little ramble, he looked a little unsure at first, but then nodded “of course,” he smiled at you, you could just scream.

“Ok cool,” you went to walk away, but realised you needed actual times, so you turned back around, “What days? And uh times?” You asked, “How about Wednesdays after school, and Friday lunches,” he suggested, you just nodded awkwardly, “Cool, good, yes,” you said putting a thumbs up and walking away.

“Woah, where are you going?” Lilly stopped you from walking off, “Music,” you said, you forgot you hadn’t told them. “Wh- why?” She asked confused, “well, I asked Ed for extra lessons, and he said yes,” you admitted, “You actually asked?” Lilly stated, “Yeah, I mean I do suck,” you stated, Lilly looked to Casey, exchanging a look, “What?” You questioned.

“You gonna fuck him?” Lilly said with a smirk, “what, god no!” You said, every-time her boldness always shocked you. “I would,” she said in a disappointed tone.

“It’s just lessons, oh my god,” you said, “yeah and who else does Munson give lessons to?” Caste then budded in a asked, “I- i don’t know,” you said trying to figure out someone but finding no one. “He wants you,” Lilly says tapping your shoulder, “I hate you more and more everyday,” you said shaking your head at her immaturity and walking away from her.

“Go get him tiger,” she laughed out, as you flipped her off walking away. Annoyed by her.

You lightly knocked on the door, seeing the incredibly beautiful teacher at his desk, this time in a tight blue shit and black ripped jeans, his hair still down, and muscles still flexed.

“Hey, come in,” he said, you walked in shutting the door behind you and walked up to a seat, which he immediately grabbed another and sat in front of you.

You grabbed out your guitar, you felt nervous. Why did you feel nervous, god it was just lessons, absolutely nothing was going to happen, especially not during school, someone could see you even if you tried, although, there weren’t actually windows besides the one at the door and that was shut.

“Ok so, what do you think you have trouble with?” He asked, leaning in closer to you. You stutter a little at first, anxious at how close he was, Lilly’s words running through your mind.

“I think it has to do with staying on beat, rhythm, and speed,” you admitted to him, “okay, that’s something that’s easy to work on, you don’t have any problems with coordination do you? That’s always a hard one to sort out,” he said with a smile, “No,” you said simply.

“Ok cool,” he said, scooting even closer, he made you place your guitar in your lap like usual. “It’s all about practice really, and sometimes even just listening to the song your learning over and over again, but more focusing on the beats, you know?” He says and you just nod, trying to not zone out like usual.

“So, should we pick a song for you to do?” He asked, “I guess,” you said, “what’s your type?” He asked. You. “Music type?” He then added, and you replied with, “Mainly rock, punk,” you stated, watching as a smile grows on his face.

“Me too,” he nods, a blush covering your cheeks as he looks at you. “Any bands?” He asks, “Nirvana, Sabbath, I guess are my mains,” you stated, “Ok, well, smells like teen spirits start is a good start off,” he suggested, and you immediately shake your head, you hated how much that song was played, it was a good song but not something you could listen to over and over again anymore, it’s more of a once a year song.

He chuckles at your immediate response, “So your a real nirvana fan,” he says, “You could say that,” you smile back at him, “Ok, In bloom, is that fine?” He asks, you nod.

You practice the chords to the song for a minute to two, getting them pretty easily. The rhythm was easy with this one since you knew the song pretty.

But there was this one chord you couldn’t quite get, no matter how much he explain, you couldn’t get it, it was embarrassing honestly, you really did try.

“Ok here,” he said standing up, he came up behind you, his arms reaching around to glide over yours, you heart beat picked up its pace almost immediately.

“Here. And here,” he said placing your fingers in the ring position, “enough pressure to make it sound not muffled, but not to much to where it hurts,” he says, his voice was right by your ear and you were honestly so close to just running out of that room.

You do as he says, his touch made your skin turn in the best ways. You could feel goosebumps, and your core start to throb, you felt so disgusting but, good at the same time.

“Ready,” he said, holding your hand over the strings, “close your eyes,” he whispered, you could feel his breath on your neck, it was warm and yet it sent shivers down your spine.

You closed your eyes and let the pic hit the strings, strumming the chord perfectly. “There you go,” he said placing his hand on your shoulder, squeezing it before sitting back down in front of you.

“You wanna try and do it in timing now?” He asks, you nod doing as he says. You did it a little slower than the actual time, but doing it pretty well, “Well all you really have to do now is practice those keys over and over again,” he smiled, god this wasn’t ending, you really didn’t want this to end.

“Do you have a group for the project yet?” He asked, “nope, Lilly ditched me,” you said. “That’s okay, I mean it’s not okay, but- you don’t have to do it, since your newer than the others to this,” he smiled, “thanks,” you said.

It went silent for a second, and your eyes took control, they couldn’t help but roam at your teachers posture, leaning over, his elbows resting on his knees, still taller than you.

You watched as he then stood up, stepping right in front of you. His groin was right in front of you, you felt his fingers glide under your chin: you swear you were dreaming.

“Your kind of a perv you know,” he says, you stay silent in embarrassment, and in shock. “I see you staring in class, all the time,” he states, and you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

“I-,” you try to get words out but you can’t, everything about this was wrong, but making you so flustered you couldn’t breath almost. “It’s okay princess,” he said, god you could’ve melted at the pet name.

“I like it when pretty girls like you stare, especially you,” you watch as a smirk spreads across his lips, he leans down in a crotch position so you weren’t looking up at him. “Tell me,” he says, “what?” You managed to ask.

“Tell me what you think about when you stare,” he smirks. “Please,” he smiles, “i- fuck,” you said shaking your head not believing this is happening, looking down to the ground trying to comprehend the fact that Lilly was right.

His hand cups under your chin like before making you looking at him, “Tell me,” he said in slightly more demanding tone, which turned you on so very much.

“Depends,” you said, “depends on what?” He asks, “your wearing,” you say, “oh yeah?” He asks, “Tanks tops, I normally imagine ripping it off, straddling you in your chair, while you fuck my brains out,” you say, shyly but with other a stutter.

“I love imagining unbuckling your jeans, your leaned up on the wall while I suck you off,” you say another fantasy, “or, I’m on the wall and your the one giving me head,” you state.

“And, my personal favourite,” you smile seeing the way he’s dying on the inside, “bent over the desk, your hand over my mouth trying to keep me quiet as you slam into me, over, and over,” you say.

“You wanna make those fantasies a reality or keep it in that dirty little mind of yours,” he says, “making it a reality sounds nice,” you say, he nods agreeing with you, “yeah,” he says kissing you, you felt yourself fall completely apart then and there, honestly you wouldn’t care if anyone walked in, you just wanted him.

You felt his hands grip your hips pulling you up, legs wrapping around his waist. He placed you onto his desk, disconnected his lips from yours for a moment to lock the door, taking off his shirt on the way back over.

God, it was even better than you imagined. Your fingers trailed over his stomach, and then his chest, before coming back up to his neck and kissing him again.

“I don’t think you notice,” he breathed out as he kissed down your neck, “What?” You asked, trying to focus on something. “Me staring at you,” he admits, you smile at his words, feeling his hands glide under your top and lift it up and off of you. “Your my favourite student,” he says his fingers unclipping your bra, so effortlessly, so easily.

“Your my favourite teacher,” you say right after him, in which he laughs against your skin. Kissing over your chest, taking one of your breasts in, a gasp escaping your mouth as you feel the pleasure run over your chest.

“Y/n,” he says looking at you, you missed his lips on your skin already, “Hm?” You asked looking up at him, his eyes were so beautiful, “You cant tell anyone, not even your best friend,” he said, you had to be stupid to tell Lilly this, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut, especially not about this, and Casey would definitely tell the blabber mouth anyways, “our little secret,” you said, watching a smirk form across his lips for the hundredth time.

“Good girl,” he said, you couldn’t help but whine at the pet name, loving it already. “You like that?” He asked looking back into your eyes, you bit your lip nodding, leaning into the hand he had on your neck, kissing down your chest once again.

“Sir,” you called out, he immediately stood right up at the name, smiling at your words. “Yeah princess?” He said, “Can I,” you gulped taking in another breath, “Can you?” He asked tilting his head a little forward furrowing his eyebrows.

You eyes looked down to his crotch area and he smile as you got what you were trying to say, “go ahead,” he said, your hands immediately went around his belt and you fell off from the desk onto your knees, pulling down his jeans and boxers, his length popping straight.

God, he was twice as big as you imagined. You were honestly intimidated by it, but you wrapped your hand around the lower half and licked a stripe up to the tip, hearing a soft moan escape from his lips.

“Good, good,” he whispered, his hand falling on your head, wrapping his fingers in your hair, you took a deep breath in before shoving him in your mouth, taking most of him in, just as much as you could, which was more than enough. You went slow for a second, feeling his tip hit the very back of your throat, but you got use to it after a couple times, and your pace got faster, bobbing your head back and forth, loving the sounds that were escaping his mouth.

“Ah fuck,” he said, you could feel his grip on your hair tighten, but you didn’t care, you loved this so much, “ok, ok,” you heard him say, pulling your head off his cock and making you stand up, “your so good,” he smiled kissing you harshly.

He twirled you around and bent you over his desk, sliding your pants and panties down your legs, his hands sliding over your ass to your hips, you could feel his tip at your entrance, “You okay love?” He asked, you whined out a yes, “hurry,” you managed to get out, feeling so needy you could die.

“So needy,” he said gripping tightly on your hips before slowly entering you, neither of you cared for a condom at this point, “oh god,” your hands wrapped around the edges of the desk, knuckles must’ve been turning white at how harsh you were gripping it, feeling his length slide in and out of you slowly, everytime speeding up a bit, but he was going way to slow for your liking.

“Your not living up to my fantasy sir,” you spoke, “oh no?“ he questioned, “What do I have to do then?” He asked, “just, don’t hold back,” you said with a smile, “you asked princess,” he said, before slamming into you harshly.

“Fuck!” You screamed out, feeling his hand then come around to your mouth covering it, lifting you up so your back was against him but he could still fuck you.

“Shhh princess,” he said kissing your neck before slamming into you again, his thrusts some how getting harder and harsher by the second. Your muffled moans wouldn’t stop, the feeling was painful in the best ways, but mostly pleasurable.

“You like sneaking ‘round don’t you?” He asked, “I didn’t take you for such a whore y/n,” he said, god was he good with his words. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he hit your g-spot, “there?” He asked hitting the same spot, you nod. He let you fall back onto the desk, his hand was still around your mouth and the other was in your hip, you didn’t know how he was doing it but he was.

You whined as he continued to hit the same spot over and over again, harder and rougher, every time he hit it was more pleasurable than the last. “Fuck,” he groaned out, “you close princess?” He asked, you nodded as you felt the knot in your stomach build and build.

Your nails were digging into the desk as you felt your climax wash over you, the best orgasms you had ever had, you could see stars. Your vision became blurry as you arched your back and came all over him.

“That’s a good girl,” he said removing his hand from your mouth, only hearing harsh breaths escape from you, he slowly pulled out of you, you didn’t even realise he came inside of you, but he did, you were on the pill so you had absolutely no problem with it.

You felt him pull up your pants you forgot he removed, you slowly stood back up, turning around to see him pulling up his own pants. You felt a little bit of fear that this might’ve just been a one time thing, he looked up to you after unbuckling his jeans smiling as he kissed your soft lips, “get dressed, lunch is almost over,” he said winking at you.

“Ed,” you called out as he grabbed his shirt, “This isn’t a one time thing, is it?” You asked a little nervous, “No, no, no,” he shook his head, walking up to you again, his shirt falling back over his chest.

“Maybe we should try a date, out of town,” he smiled at you, you felt a little fuzzy at the words, but happy about it, putting your bra and shirt back on, “I’ll pick you up at seven, Friday night?” He asked, you nod biting your lip, about to turn around to leave, but before you could he grabbed your wrist kissing you one last time, “Fix yourself up before you leave,”.

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beautifulblooms · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x Male reader who is hard of hearing and eddie finds out it’s because y/n used to blast music in his ears, but he is very self conscious about it because he always has to ask people to speak up or repeat things and eddie is just very sweet about it. :))

Can Ya Hear Me? - Eddie Munson x Male!Reader

Alex you have too many crack fics in that head of yours it’s concerning.

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @eddieverse, @alexs-playground, @mother-dragon-and-her-hatchlings, @mazettns, @qthetherapist, @rlmt1

“Hey babe?” Eddie called out to me but I really wasn’t able to hear him from the bedroom. “Babe?” He tried again to no avail. Finally walking into the living room where I was sat on the couch with the TV at a rather loud volume.

“(Y/n)?” He touched my shoulder while calling my name, making me jump slightly and turning around to look at him.

“Hey, what’s up?” He seemed confused, doe eyes somehow more soft than normal.

“I called for you a few times and you didn’t say anything, are you okay?“ I was just as confused cause I really didn’t hear him, then I realized I never told him.

“Um, I should probably tell you, I’m um, I’m hard of hearing, I used to blast music on my Walkman and from stereos so eventually I just lost my sensitivity to sound.” He looked shocked, and still just as confused as before.

“So that’s why you’re always blasting the TV, cause you can’t hear it normally.” I nodded along to his words, I really hope this doesn’t make me seem like I’m crazy to him. “Well, I guess that means I just have to yell louder, and I don’t have to worry about scaring you when I play on my guitar.” Leaning down he pecked my lips a few times before going back to our shared bedroom, how did I get so lucky?

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wordynerdygurl · 2 years

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Author's Note: Hello lovelies! As promised, here's an Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader for you to enjoy!

I was insanely inspired by @cicithefreakmunson and a tiktok they created, so do yourself a favor an check it out!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Plus Size Fem Reader

Summary: Eddie needs to make sure that everyone knows who has your heart both in public and private.

Warnings: SMUT, a fat phobic comment, fighting, mention of blood, swearing, sexy times, spanking, oral sex (female receiving), and some rougher relations in a committed relationship. If I've missed anything, kindly let me know!

While Eddie was on stage, eyeing you from over the head of his guitar, the final notes of Corroded Coffin’s set swirling around the club, he had to watch some drunk choade stumble into your space, dick first. This guy’s hands pawing at your wide curves, spilling his drink on you intentionally to make your shirt see-through. Pulling you to him as you desperately tried to push him away had Eddie’s eyes clouding over at the audacity. Didn’t this asshole know better?

To his credit, he did take a second to hand his six stringed sweetheart to Gareth before jumping off the stage in a flurry of hair, stomping your way, anger evident in the set of his shoulders.

“Hey baby, miss me?” Eddie’s arms snaking around you, dragging you tight to his body to show everyone and most especially the sad sack trying to man-handle you, that you were already here with someone.

No, not someone. Him. It was him. By some lucky roll of the die you were his girl and Eddie’s blood was boiling at the thought that this lesser man had the gall to even look your way.

Rising up on your toes, you let Eddie claim you with a long and hard kiss before turning back towards the interloper, smiling widely, “You know I always miss you, Eddie.”

Protectively, Eddie looks you over, barely keeping the icy edge out of his tone, “This uh, gentleman, bothering you?”

Shaking your head, you have to bite back a girly giggle. He’s defending you and your honor against the groping goofus. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t affect you; his brooding stare, the twitchy energy in his shoulders, all of his base masculinity on display. If you weren’t in the middle of The Hideout, surrounded by metalheads and townies, you would have thrown yourself right at Edward Munson, reputation be damned.

But you know better than to push your beautiful boy, especially when he’s snapping with unspent adrenaline, plus, this little scene is already drawing a crowd. Doing your best to diffuse the tension, your gaze never leaving Eddie’s face, you tisked, “Naw baby, he was just leaving.”

Circling behind you now, laying his chin on your shoulder while his arms circle your middle, Eddie was staring daggers at the intruder, “Then he should go then, right honey?”

Tired of you both talking at him, unsteady on his feet, the drunk practically shouts his confused frustration, “What the hell is your problem man?”

Eddie moves you behind him, shielding you from whatever comes next, angrily barking into the stranger’s face, “You can’t go grabbing chicks, dude. Especially not my chick.”

Using his bottled beer, the man pointed at you, “That’s your girl? That fat bi-” That’s all the goon manages to get out before Eddie punches the handsy stranger hard and fast, his nose erupting in a spray of blood.

From that night on, the outward signs of your devotion to each other become more important than ever. You were Eddie’s girl and he was your guy. Everyone else had to get their own or get fucked, a beating he personally loved delivering, if it meant keeping you safe and by his side.

The next time he plays you’re draped in his denim cut, the one that every single soul inside the club knows belongs to him. After that, you show up in a Corroded Coffin t-shirt, the words “I’m With the Band” stenciled on the back, just in case anyone forgets what brings you back to The Hideout week after week. But it’s not enough, not for Eddie.

Each day you wore bracelets. Black and neon green rubber circles that fill the gap between your elbow and your wrist, hot pink and orange, just for fun, and when he feels the need to remind the world who holds onto your heart, Eddie’s silver handcuffs. Both locked on your right side so you could move around freely and shake hands with whoever, but jingling all night long was the narrow chain between the pair, reinforcing the idea that you were his and his alone, while also making you look hard as fuck.

Heads turn your way, inevitably, at the sight of you together. Him, tall and lean, you short with sweeping curves. The adoration on your face matched by the desire in Eddie’s. And even though you were rounder in figure and fuller in the hips than most of the girls who flocked to The Hideout, working hard in their shiny spandex and over teased bangs, Eddie only had eyes for you.

Now, it was no longer possible to feel his nimble fingers with their calloused pads brushing over your exposed shoulder and not get goosebumps, no matter how crowded the bar was that night. You couldn’t imagine walking into a room without his hand in your back pocket, pressing against your ample bottom with every swinging step. How would you ever enjoy a concert or a conversation when his long arm wasn’t draped along your shoulder, or, even better, wrapped around you so his leather jacket creaked against your cheek, the heat of his hand resting possessively on the skin above your full breasts?

You can’t. It’s not even a remote possibility, not anymore. Eddie “The Freak” Munson had made you one too and there was no going back.

When he somehow manages to keep you out of his grasp, a truly difficult task for the boy, you still feel the presence of phantom threads connecting you every time you even glance at a mirror. Your graceful neck could be loaded with necklaces, velvet chokers and chains but no one noticed your jewelry. All they could see were the lavender splotches where Eddie had sucked and nipped and licked your tender flesh into bruises old and new. Every one a badge of honor you happily displayed because removable tokens of Eddie’s devotion were no longer enough for either one of you.

You, in your trashy fishnet tights, a cut off pair of denim shorts barely covering the crease where your ass became the back of your thighs. You, in an ancient Led Zeppelin t-shirt that was so holey you had to wear a tank top underneath it or risk being charged with indecent exposure. You, with the chopped hair and black eye-liner, a busted out pair of boots and your pleased, crimson smile just for him.

He was so fucking yours.

Much later, in the divine dark of early morning, his trailer filled with smoke and shadow, Eddie’s lighter flicks to life. The golden rays highlight his long lashed eyes, solely focused on setting the twisted tip of his joint alight, ready to inhale the fragrant fog. Drawing deeply, puffing his chest, you watch Eddie lean towards you, his lips puckered and ready.

Fisting your hand into his beloved Hellfire Club shirt, you pull him near enough to kiss, but that wasn’t on the agenda. Your lips part sweetly, eyes fluttering closed as Eddie exhales the scented smoke from his lungs into your own. Billowing gently through his lips, the vapor curls around you both in milky white swirls as you gratefully inhale his breathy discharge.

It wouldn’t make sense to anyone else, but it tastes different when it comes from him; sweeter somehow and you flatten your palms along the plains of his chest, overeager for his kiss. He knows it too. Recognizing the wanting in your face, moving close enough that your noses bump together, Eddie turns his head at the last moment which makes you huffy. Inhaling another drag, causing the joint’s cherry to flame brighter, his free hand tangles in the tendrils at your neck, holding you steady as he blows another shotgun directly between your open lips.

Needy now, you drift closer, ready to bridge the millimeters of distance between your mouth and Eddie’s only to be thwarted by his holding grip, “So pretty, baby. One more, alright?”

And he’s asking you, but there’s no need for that because Eddie knows that you’re going to let him do whatever he wants. Licking over your bottom lip you stare hungrily at the burning paper, jealous that it gets to touch his full mouth when you haven’t yet. You try to be patient but Eddie’s just taking so long on the drag. Frenzied, you can’t help but whine, “Honey! Please!”

He doesn’t answer in words. Heavily ringed fingers grab at your chin, the cool metal digging into your overheated skin as he forces your lips into a pretty pout. Eddie pauses, drawing out the long seconds while the smoke expands inside his chest, pinning you under his steely gaze. When he’s satisfied that you’re gonna be good, be patient, and his body is almost screaming for fresh air, only then does he release another lungful of sacred smoke into your waiting mouth.

Before you can enjoy what he gives you, Eddie’s licking into you with his tongue. His hands move to cradle your face, a palm pressing to each cheek, as your desperate lips reach out for him. Then he’s deepening the kiss you’re sharing in the streaking silver smog, melding you together. His tongue, your tongue, tangling together. The push and pull of your shared passion flavored with sugary sighs and the musky scent of sativa, it’s wrecking you.

When you feel Eddie shifting beside you, kneeling up to shuck his jacket before tossing it somewhere, you pivot on the couch. No longer sitting side by side, now your legs stretch out in front of you, wedged between Eddie’s black denim covered thighs. There’s a lean, wolfish look on his face that makes you flush because you understand instinctively that he’s the predator.

That makes you prey.

Dancing, his fingers draw over your legs, glazing across the criss-crossed knots of your tights, the sensation tickling and tantalizing. It’s enough to make you huff out a sound that’s half laugh, half moan and he’s enchanted. You buck beneath Eddie, earning a cracked groan as he falls forward to caging you beneath him, his hair a curtain of dark curls. As he nuzzles into your neck, sucking a fresh mark onto your sensitive skin, he can’t help but say, “You make such pretty noises, baby.”

Rubbing your feet together, Eddie’s attention turning you on, you purr pleasantly, “It tickled!”

“This?” And he smooths an experimental hand over your plush thighs, pressing the black strings of your fishnets into your flesh, watching your reaction with his dilated eyes locked onto your own. He’s toying with your cutoff’s fringe, widening his palms under the hem of your short shorts but over the stretched diamond pattern of your tights. With each pass his hands reach lower; the little touched spaces behind your knees, the inner curve of your calves, the shape of your ankles. And every time he returns to the swell of your hips, his thumbs circling closer and closer to your still covered cleft but stopping short of the connection you want most.

It’s torture. Delicious, exquisite torture which has you biting your bottom lip as you roll against the weight of him. Gasping sharply, your head tips over the couch’s arm as you nod mindlessly, “Uh huh…”

He meets your body halfway, grinding into you aggressively, shamelessly. It’s unbelievable, really. The way your thick, soft body welcomes his touch. How you bend your knees reflexively, letting Eddie rock into the warm wet at the center of your legs, his grip squeezing the tender flesh of your ass. Your panting, desperate sounds, so low and throaty, egging him on.

“Gotta get rid of these, well, you called ‘em shorts, baby, but-” popping the brass button open, Eddie’s hands flare open over your waist, “-damn... They don’t cover much.”

You find his forearms, pretty painted nails digging in deep as your fingers flex, “Wanted to show off for you, babe. Wanted you to be- Oh, ah!” Gasping, you're interrupted by the rough yanking Eddie’s employing to get you out of your cut-offs as quickly as possible.

Lifting his head with a triumphant smirk, Eddie licks over his bottom lip while he fiddles with the belt loops of your bottoms, lust darkening his eyes, “Wanted me to be what, sweetheart?”

Shifting your shoulders, you risk a wide-eyed stare his way before declaring clearly, “Wanted you to be proud to show me off.”

“Sugar-” his voice dropped an octave, gravely and rumbling, “-you’re the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. I’m more than proud, baby. I’m fucking honored to be your man. I mean, damn, just look at you, huh?”

If only you could see what Eddie did; heat on your cheeks in uneven patches glowing in the dusky dim, legs spread so wide now that one of your feet was on the floor, the other caught under the couch’s back cushion. Weed soaked, your eyes softly shut, ready to fly open at the faintest touch from his working class hands. Your perfect, plump mouth parted to sigh, to sing, to bite into your bottom lip when you worried about being too loud.

Shit, even that ratty old t-shirt was sexy as fuck, riding high enough that he could see how hard your nipples had become, showing off the impressions where his fingertips sunk into the velvet skin of your sensitive breasts. Eddie loved every inch of it. Every inch of you.

Suddenly shy, you move, trying to tug down the hem of your shirt but Eddie bats your hands away, “Uh uh. Need to see you, beautiful. Want to see more, in fact.”

Before you can stop him, Eddie’s wicked hands course over your thighs again, ready to resume undressing you. Lifting your hips high, high, higher, you hear the wind leave his lungs. Pinching into your quads, his rings gouge at you, causing a squeak, “Eddie? Baby? What’s… is something wrong?”

“You’re not wearing anything under here. No, uh, panties?”

His voice is low, flat. No flourishes, no teasing and it’s so unlike him that you reach out for reassurance, “Oh! That-” your hands trace over his braced arms, giggling a little in relief, “-they felt weird so, I just didn’t-”

“Didn’t wear any fucking panties.” Now his voice is rasping and raw because Eddie is spiraling at the vision he sees. The thick, black seam of your tights cuts right over the centerline of your slit, daring him to trace its path. Your pussy calls out to him from the woven prison you’ve been wearing all night, the strings closest to you are a damp barrier to the very place Eddie wants to devour.

For a long second you think you’ve fucked up. Eddie’s frozen in place, unmoving until you nudge him with a knee, “Babe? You ok?”

“Can’t believe you, honey. Leaving my pretty kitty uncovered so anyone could see her… touch her?”

There’s a jealous tint to his tone making you clench with want even though you feel like you need to defend yourself, “Don’t want anyone else to- to touch me. Just you, baby. Only you.”

Those are the right words because Eddie recommits himself to getting you off. Without answering, he drops his head to your tummy, kissing a hard line from your belly button downward. The softness of his hair brushing over the recently abused skin makes you shiver as your hands tangle in his hair and Eddie groans at the contact.

You? You’re lost in the sensation of his lips. Every scorching, open mouth smooch can be felt through the diamond windows of your fishnet tights, intensifying the high, as Eddie’s tongue presses against your clit, the conflicting textures creating heavenly friction.

Hissing, you yank hard on his curly mop, desperation making your legs shake. Eddie growls into your lower lips, anxious to suck on your straining pearl properly, racy hosiery be damned! You register his frustration. It makes him fierce, feral, as he tries again to lap at you through the restrictive garment. Like putty in his hands, your thighs rudely part at his coaxing, stretching the black elastic near to breaking, but still denying Eddie what he wants most: you.

“Oh, fuck this!” With that declaration, right over your weeping hole, Eddie presses two fingers into you taking your filmy tights with him. He feels a thread let go, then another, and soon a sizable hole is spreading with every forward motion of his twisting, teasing fingers. Tearing easily, the rip widens, unable to sustain the repeated invasion.

Before you can acclimate to the intrusion, he withdraws, eyes wild and wide. His strong fingers jerk hard, the seam of your tights giving way with a satisfying snap. Eddie’s mouth, complete with a satisfied smirk, lowers to your core where he sweeps his tongue in a flat line between your folds, finally able to access your sweetcandy center.

Shaking your hips, you move in time with his licks, the animal in you rising to the surface, “Fuck, Eddie! Yes! Shit!”

Those fingers, so used to sliding down frets, slip into you unhindered. Using the thumb of the same hand to rub your overstimulated clit, Eddie’s free palm coasts over your hip and the wide waistband of your destroyed tights, snapping the stretchy fabric harshly. Arching into the surprising pop of pain, he catches the back of your head in his hand, kissing you hard with clicking teeth and clashing tongues.

Frantic, you tug at his shirttail, the need to feel his bones on your bones overwhelming. “Need to feel you baby!”

But Eddie shakes his head, he’s not ready to let you go, not yet. “Cum on my fingers first,” Curving his digits deliberately, your walls constrict when he tickles against that soft, spongy place only he can seem to reach. Then he does it again, seeing your whole body stutter as the contact short circuits your nervous system.

Still on his knees between your own, Eddie’s holding you close enough to rest his forehead to yours, a sweet, sweaty smile on his face, “Please baby. I wanna see you come apart for me. Just for me, yea?”

It’s the encouragement you need, his words flipping a switch inside you. Everything in your body contracts: your abdominals, the muscles in your legs, the bones in your toes, the tendons in your neck. Eddie can feel it happening from within you and continues to press his advantage, no longer retreating his hard working hand. Instead he plunders your depths, further and faster than he’s ever done before.

“Need, uh-” licking over your lips, the begging starts in small syllables, “-you. Need you, Eddie.”

He doesn’t have a chance to respond before you’re pulling him to you in another constrained kiss, tight, and tense, because that’s precisely what you’re experiencing at his hand. Sucking his bottom lip between your teeth, you bite into the pillowy softness as Eddie firmly grinds his thumb against your clit, his nails scratching along your carnal tunnel. Shattering, the world around you unravels in cosmic waves as your ecstasy expands beyond the narrow barriers of your body.

Eddie takes control of the lip lock, licking into the cavern of your mouth, the metallic taste of his blood mixing the smokey flavor that is your man. He keeps his hand on the job until your vibrations slow, then, just as quickly as he started, Eddie smoothly extracts his pleasure giving fingers. Through sleep heavy eyes you watch as he laps your juices from those same fingers, taking the extra time to suck his thumb clean before looking down at you with a proudly devilish grin.

You can’t help but stare because now Eddie reaches behind his head, removing his shirt in one motion, the tattoos that trail over his torso like a map to pleasure. Raven wing hairs travel in a line down to the cut of his waist where his belt is undone, the rivet of his jeans open enough for you to see the checkerboard pattern of his boxers. And a fresh desire for the man who loves you rolls over you.

Itchy now, your needy palms fan over his chest, wrapping under his arms until you’re cradling against him, your head tucked into his chest. You can hear his heartbeat best like this and in your post-orgasmic state there’s something grounding in the steady rhythm of Eddie’s pulse that brings you back to the here and now. He talks but you’re so close you only hear muffled mumbles so you tip your head up, “Hmm?”

“I said, I’m not done with you yet.”

Blinking, your drug fogged brain catching on, “Oh, you’re not?”

Shaking his head no, Eddie forces your head back far enough to expose your neck, tongue tracing along the tendon there before nipping at your earlobe, “Not even close, princess. Get on your knees, baby. Let me see that beautiful ass of yours.”

Goosebumps spread over you at the sweetly whispered command he issues. Agreeing with a compliant nod, you go to stand up but Eddie pushes you toward the deep pile carpet on the floor, and you slip off the couch, boneless and floppy. “Here-” tossing one of the loose cushions to you, Eddie watches you fold your hands under your cheek as if you were going to take a nap, all innocent and peaceful- but you’re far from innocent, aren’t you?

God, he fucking loves you. He love fucking you, too.

Quickly shedding the rest of his clothes, his dick unbelievably hard because he is, without a doubt, the luckiest sonofabitch in Hawkins for sure, maybe Indiana, possibly the world. And it’s because of you.

Already spaced out from the weed and first round of pleasure, your ass is framed perfectly by the haphazard tear in your tights, the thin netting still covering everywhere but the places only Eddie gets to touch you. Lifted up like this, on your knees, he can see your puffy pussy lips, still glistening from your release but furiously flexing from a want to be filled.

He could hardly believe that you were his. “Fuck, honey. I wanna be gentle, I really do-” positioning himself behind you, the warmth of Eddie’s body wraps around you as one of his hands glides over your haunches, “-but you look so fucking good right now.”

Over your shoulder you catch his eye, a sly smile on your face, “Hammer me, Eddie. Make me feel it. I… I want you to. I need you to.”

Your words fly straight to Eddie’s cock. Already swollen and stiff, it hardens further in his hand, the rouge tinted head droolling pre-cum. Urgency floods through him the moment you quietly beg him to ravage you, sexily swaying your hips in a silent call to action. It’s too much to process, stalling Eddie’s brainwaves, causing him to choke out, “Wha? What did you say?”

Widening your legs, your fingers finding the uneven edge of your ruined tights, rubbing over your still wet lips, “You heard me, Munson. Don’t make me ask you again.”

Lewd. Filthy. Hot as fuck, you had Eddie swallowing hard, his throbbing rod pulsing in his fist. Wanting to thrust into with everything he had, Eddie forces himself to breath, one hand finding its way to the round fullness of your bottom, the other gripping his steely length tight. “Get yourself ready for me, baby. Use your fingers, yea, just like that. Fuck. You’re a goddamned porn star, aren’t ya?”

Wordlessly you begin stroking between your legs, knowing that Eddie was watching made you more excited, the debauchery of it making it better. There was a swish of cool air and then a sharp crack as Eddie brought his open palm down on your upturned ass cheek, the sting making you reel, surprise causing you to call out, “Shit, Eddie!”

His hand on the flat of your back held you still, soothing you now, “Shh, shh… you’re doing so good, so good for me, darlin’. Keep going, ya?”

Settling again, continuing to pleasure yourself as he asked, the fingers of your free hand scrunch into the pillow under you, holding on for dear life. Another smack, more heat than hurt, breaks over you, increasing the pleasurable pressure building in your belly. Circling your clit, wishing it was Eddie’s finger or tongue, you throw your head back, pushing your hips into Eddie, pleading now, “Please, babe, please?”

Grinding out through gritted teeth, Eddie slaps your ass once more, “Already begging me, huh? Don’t you dare finish. I wanna feel you, pretty girl. You hear me?” Nodding in a pre-orgasmic haze, squeaking out the word yes over and over, it was enough for Eddie who was winding up tight enough to snap. Shuddering, you feel the swollen tip of his cock slide between your slippery lips and flex your back, eager for more friction, only to be denied.

Eddie, swatting your hands away from your core, rests his tip at your entrance, taking a minute to enjoy the scenery. Notching into you so achingly slow, the stretch always taking you by surprise, you fisted the cushion beneath you as Eddie withdrew with a sultry snicker, “Jesus, you’re soaking, baby. Feel so good.”

“No, you- you feel good, Eddie. So big. Too big.”

His pulling back makes you whine, but before you can say anything, he knocks the wind out of you by surging forward, burying himself balls deep in your velvet vice. Shouting out his name, your chest flattens into the carpet as you buck your hips higher, meeting Eddie’s rapid thrusts.

For the first time all night, he goes quiet, concentrating on the loving way you grind your cushioned bottom into his pelvis, skin slapping deadened by the presence of your wrecked lingerie. Eddie watches as your pink petals swallow him everytime he humps into you, the image etching itself in his mind. He picks up speed, using your waistband to wrench you back onto his impaling member, over and over and over again.

It’s rough, rougher than ever before, but that’s why you like it so much. Already your clingy cunt is clenching, trying and failing to keep Eddie locked inside of your wet heat, your bodies fusing together. You told Eddie to use you; hammer into you in search of his own pleasure, and he does not disappoint.

He barely gives you a chance to bounce along his length before he fortifies his hold on you, his ringed hand on the ample flesh of your waist, the other knotting into your hair. Rutting into you like a beast, the arch of your spine allows Eddie to access your deepest recesses as you chew on your bottom lip to keep from screaming his name into the night. Your skin is on fire as the rug burns scars into your knees with every forward drive from the menace you’ve given yourself over to.

The rhythm spikes again. Faster now, the repetitive smack, smack, smack of your soaked skin accepting his brutal use makes your body bloom. Sinking into your hips, the muscles of your legs soften, changing the angle for Eddie and you hear an appreciative grunt as he claims another inch of you for himself.

A bubble of laughter rises through you and Eddie hears it, mocking, “Something funny, sweetheart?”

“No! No! Just-” he yanks back on your hair and your pussy pulses around him reflexively, “-you’re doing it, Eddie.”

“Giving this pretty pussy what it needs? Fuck yea, I am. Gonna be sore tomorrow, doll. Can’t help it.”

Grinding back against him, your voice rises in pitch, the need to cum consuming you, “Good! Fuck, Eddie! Wanna feel it! Don’t stop! Don’t stop-'' But you don’t get to finish your sentence because the dam within you cracks open, the watery release too much, and it floods over Eddie as your world fuzzes over in blinding white lightning and static sound.

Your messy ending finishes Eddie, who buries himself to the hilt, holding you near enough to bruise as his release roars out of him, a satisfying sigh of your name on his tongue. His fingers flex, their grip on you going slack, as Eddie curls over you protectively. Turning your face to his, a kiss, sweet and soulful passes between you even though the angle is awkward and you are both fucked out entirely.

When he separates himself from you, it borders on painful. You just fit around him so right, so well, it’s as if your body doesn’t want to let Eddie go. Pressing his lips to your shoulder, Eddie hums in your ear, “Stay here, beautiful. I’ll be right back.”

Hazy headed, you agree with sigh, closing your eyes in euphoric exhaustion. Eddie, always so thoughtful and careful with you, swipes at your exposed skin with a warm washcloth, cleaning you up gently. When he returns from the bathroom, loose boxers covering his butt, and sees that you haven’t shifted an inch, Eddie drops to his knees, brushing the hair from your face, “You alright baby?”

A satisfied smile fills your face, “Fuck yea, I just uh, my legs are jelly.”

Sitting now, Eddie pulls your head into his lap, combing through your locks, “Sorry about that, sweet girl.”

Searching his face, you titter, “I’m not. You were incredible.”

You watch the pride blossom in him at your compliment, and stretch your aching arms before sitting up beside him. Tracing a thumb over his bottom lip, you frown, “Sorry I bit you.”

Hooking his hands around your neck, nose to nose now, Eddie pokes at the broken skin with this tongue, “I’m not. Now everyone will know I belong to you.”

Resting your head on Eddie’s chest, his arms holding you from behind, you sit in indigo shadows, the harsh street lamps casting moth filled shapes around the trailer. His hands reach for your ruined tights, ripped and torn and stained, “I can replace these. You’ll let me buy you new ones, right?”

Your hand cups his stubbly cheek, eyes serious, tone light, “Only if you promise to tear them off me.”

Snorting, Eddie strokes your side under the shirt that you never took off, “Only if you promise that I’m the only guy who gets to tear them off of you.”

And there’s a buried intention in his question, real worry, so you pull back, concern in your expression, “Eddie, honey, I’m yours. If tonight didn’t prove that, then I don’t know what will-”

He looks away from you, focusing on the lightening sky outside his window, “There are guys who, ya know, they want you. I see them. See how they look at you when you aren’t paying attention and I guess-” swallowing thickly, Eddie catches your gaze, “-Shit… I guess I'm worried that you’ll figure it out.”

Panicking, you kneel up next to him, a comforting hand resting against his cheek, “Figure what out, baby?”

Releasing the breath he had been holding on to, Eddie’s brown eyes scan your own, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, “That uh… that you’re too, ya know, good for me.”

Still sore and stinging, you manage to straddle Eddie’s lap, the cotton of his boxers a welcome comfort against your overworked sex. Raking your fingers through his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck, you force him to look you dead in the eye. Speaking firmly but calmly, you were ready to make him hear you, “Edward Munson, that is enough of that kinda talk. I wanna be your girl, and only your girl.

“Who else would punch a dude for me? Or show me everyday that he loves me?” Your voice wobbles, breaking at the declaration you’re making, “I don’t want anyone else. Only you, babe. Always.”

Cutting you off, Eddie’s mouth crashes into yours, stealing your breath. A broad palm on your tush and one against your spine ensure that you can’t pull away from the love that he’s trying to share. And you don’t fight it. Why would you? All you wanted was Eddie Munson and all he wanted was you.

Resting his chin on the crown of your head, dawn’s golden glow strengthening beyond the walls of his trailer, he whispers, “I am so fucking yours, ya know that?”

Curling into his warmth, nuzzling further into his lap, you sigh, filled with contentment, “Yea, I know, Eddie. And you’re stuck with me.”

Grinning as you toy with the guitar pick around his neck, Eddie gives you a tiny peck at the very center of your forehead, “I am totally ok with that, sweetheart. You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours.”

“Hell yea, baby. All yours.”

---- Fin ----

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alexs-playground · 2 years

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eddie taking trans!bf shopping to get more masc clothes after reader comes out to him

Thank you so much for requesting Anon! Enjoy.

Eddie Cloth Shopping with Trans!Boyfriend!Reader

CW: mentions of transphobia. Lots of fluff and supportive Eddie.

no season four spoilers

You came out to Eddie a few months into your relationship. You felt bed hiding from him especially knowing he would be more than supportive of you. You were just scared of how that would affect your relationship

Eddie like I had recently stated was more than supportive of you and glad you came out to him

He loves you so much it doesn't matter what gender you are as long as you are happy to be yourself and he can still give you all his love he doesn't mind whatsoever that he is dating a trans guy

Eddie wants to see you comfortable, so when he sees you struggling to keep your cool when you are hanging out 'cause of your dumb clothing Eddie is quick to throw his jacket on you and zip it up so your 'feminine' clothing is hidden

by the time you leave his trailer after hanging out you are taking home half of his unused wardrobe

"Eddie I can't take all of this! You didn't even look at what you gave me!"

"Don't care sweetheart! It all will look better on you anyway" he says as he shoves you into your car before you can make him take the stuff back

No matter what you guys tried though Eddie's pants would not fit for the life of you...they were either too long, too skinny, too big, or very worn out and needed to be trashed

as a solution you stake a trip to the Starcourt mall when it was still up and running and decided to buy you some new clothes, so you weren't just wearing hand-me-downs from your boyfriend but mainly for pants

Eddie wasn't even going to join you till he thought of how dangerous it could be for you to shop for men's clothing by yourself when you aren't passing.

Hawkins is full of one-track minded douchebags whose words of you being transgender and queer would spread so quick and would wreak Havok

If we are being honest Eddie would struggle to help you out because he has no clue how to shop for others so while you sit in a dressing room Eddie wander all around the store picking out things that would seem to be your size and style.

If you are into the same style as him you are in luck, if not Eddie tries his best to pick out things that remind him of you.

Eddie keeps an open mind to not pick tight clothing or anything too loose.

When you are trying on clothes Eddie calmly sits outside the dressing room looking out for any lurking eyes, unless you tell him he is okay to join you

if he does join you, he makes it a fashion show and goofs around and make jokes with you if something looks absolutely ridiculous cause it doesn't suit you.

Eddie pays for everything!!! He saved up money from his deals and his actual job. It was his way of saying thank you for entrusting him with such an important part of you.

this is very short 'cause I was a bit stumped on what to write. I apologize that this is a bit long overdo it had just been sitting in my drafts :(( -Author

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quickiesgirl · 2 years

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An extremely smutty submissive Eddie pretty please

Needy boy - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18, Smut, PWP, Sub/Dom, Mommy Kink, Orgasm Control, Overstimulation, Edging, Begging, Ball Play, Nipple Play, Handcuffs, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, My Shitty Writing.

You gazed up at your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, watching him squirm beneath you as you lay between his legs and gave slow, intimate kisses to his soft, hairy thighs, getting closer and closer to the place he needed you the most.

You held his hips down into the mattress, keeping him from moving while you marked him with little hickeys that complemented his thighs so perfectly.

A breathily whine escaped Eddie’s lips. His neglected erection was practically throbbing from your contact as messy pre-cum leaked down his length and across his balls.

“Mh- mommy, p-please t-touch me?” Eddie whimpered with those needy brown eyes gazing into yours innocently as he asked for such a dirty request. His wrist slightly pulled at the pair of metal handcuffs above him that kept him connected to the headboard.

“I am, pretty boy.” You smirked, listening to him let out a small, pathetic huff behind a desperate pout. You loved forcing him to beg like a horny slut.

“You know what I mean,” He whined, the cuffs digging into his skin as he raised his hips and pushed his erection up. “Please, I need you to touch my cock.”

You shook your head in amusement, pushing him back down, “Oh, sweetheart… My needy little whore. I’m not touching your cock, till my pussy’s dripping.”

You spoke in a gentle purr as you lowered your head between his inner thighs and began planting kisses against his full balls, his cute peach fuzz tickling your upper lip.

Eddie softly gasped at this new sensation as more pre-cum gushed out his head, “Ohh my fuck-”

You raised his heavy, aching balls to your mouth as you looked into his eyes and teasingly ran your tongue across them, wiping his salty and sweet precum away. You smirked, watching his hard erection jerk against his stomach and his protruding veins pump along his length.

“You’re so cute and vulnerable when you're cuffed.” You murmured, breath fanning the underside of his twitching cock as you listened to him let out a little grunt.

“You aren't allowed to cum, till I give you permission, understand?”

“Y-yes, I understa-”

His brows knitted together, and before he could finish his sentence, his mouth dropped open in a shuddered moan, feeling your mouth practically seduce him as your warm tongue cupped his sensitive balls and your lips kneading at them gently.

You looked ahead, admiring the way his cute chest rose and fell quicker from your touch, how his masculine hands gripped the metal cuffs tightly, and how his dark curly hair stuck to his sweaty forehead.

The poor baby was overstimulated. But you didn’t feel bad for him, because you knew he loved when you punished him.

Your hands slowly snaked up the sides of his waist and across his bare chest, till your fingers brushed over his sensitive areolas, feeling his nipples harden with excitement. You pinched them roughly, making his toss back as he cursed beneath his breath.

He suddenly felt you grasp his ballsack, causing a low grunt to escape his mouth and his dazed self to focus all his attention on you with a dramatic pout. “Eyes on me, puppy.”

He did as told and kept that lustful gaze on you, watching you proceed to suckle on his tense balls and fondle his erect nipples.

The sensation of your mouth tugging at the base and rolling his testicles was too much for him to handle. He was going to snap into his long-awaited orgasm at any minute.

“P-please let me cum, mommy? I promise I’ll be a good boy and eat your pussy out.”

You ignored his pathetic begs, and detached your mouth from him, wiping away the string of saliva as you raised from the mattress. Your panties were off in seconds and the next thing he knew you were crawling up and positioning your legs around his hips.

You mischievously smirked, watching your boyfriend gawk at the sight of your pussy as it teasingly grazed the tip of his leaking cock.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours.”

Eddie’s jaw lowered, giving you access to his mouth which you immediately stuffed your arousal-soaked panties in. His tongue licked the crotch, humming repeatedly from your pleasuring taste.

Not waiting for another second, you placed your hands against his chest and balanced yourself, slowly sinking onto his dick, taking every inch as he filled you with pleasure.

Eddie loudly moaned, becoming engulfed by your intoxicating pussy that rocked around him, building your speed and adjusting to his size.

You reached up, holding onto his cuffed hands, fucking him like your little sex toy. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you began bouncing on top of his cock.

The way he rubbed your upper wall and struck into your cervix all at once sent waves of electricity throughout your body. A fire growing in your abdomen.

“Fuck, Eddie…” You growled, listening to the tiny trailer fill with the sounds of slapping skin and suctioning wetness, along with your boyfriend's pretty moans that grew louder as he watched you rub at your swollen, neglected clit.

“Mh, need to cum, baby?” You breathily asked, watching him nod with a soft whimper, “Come for me, pretty boy, cum inside my pussy!”

That was all he needed to hear, and in seconds his hips were jerking beneath you, grunting your name as he finally relieved himself. The feeling of his cum filling you to the brim was enough to send you over the edge within minutes.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to look down at your boyfriend who was high with euphoria. Moments before you were degrading him, and now you were sharing a sweet, intimate moment as you stared into each other's gaze.

You slowly pushed some hair behind his ear, and lovingly praised him, “You’re such a good boy.”

He smiled softly, still breathless from his orgasm, “Hmmh, I love it when you call me that.”

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mistytwooo · 1 year

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AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL

Welcome to-

Filtered tags and why it’s filtered

1. Heavy on the stepcist content 🤢

1.A. As a person who grew up with two half brothers- just eeewwwwwwwwww. YES I KINK SHAME. I just don’t understand what’s so arousing about it. Is it the fact that it’s forbidden and frown upon? Who knows

2. Niggas who have mommy (mother (suck boobs for “milk”; derogatory)) kinks instead of regular mommy kinks 😭 (yes ma’am, no ma’am (whimpery; approved))

3. Bottom male character; I won’t turn away male reader smut ☝🏾 especially if it’s dom male reader (bc the lack of femdom). Not trynna be piped down even when it’s male

4. Dom jake sully(booooooriiiiiing(; it’s literally everywhere and I just caaaaant. I want something new and fresh, give me whimpering Jake sully who cries.

5. Dom Neteyam; PU LEEEEAAAAASE. He gives a nigga a side eye one good time and suddenly he deserves to be underneath the daddy kink tag? Stop. Especially if it’s hard dom Neteyam 🤭literally stop he doesn’t give that vibe

6. Dom Aizawa. Service top AT MOST. Maybe I just have a thing of bitching tall sexy masculine men. I think I’m the problem

7. Dom bakugo. Don’t pmo

8. Dom jk(Jungkook) (I was in my kpop era); I honestly don’t know why, I rarely read smut abt real life ppl anymore (I’m growing)

9. Eddie Munson male reader; it was literally everywhere 😭 I could not for the life of me find a fem reader of this man, and if I did it was always dom!eddy and it was never the vibe. (The always somehow wrote him unhygienic????)

10. Harringrove; this ship never clicked to me (bc Billy literally beat the shit out this man and y’all love forcing enemies to lovers on ppl (Neteyam and aonung for example)) and I literally don’t read ship fanfics (yes I’m a x reader only type of gal)

11. Jonathan Bryers male reader; same thing with Eddie. It was everywhere, there was like no fem reader. (Although I didn’t really mind reading it bc of lack of femdom content)

12. Steddie; I wanted to be them so bad, had to block out the negativity

13. Step bro Ethan…. Self explanatory

14. Sub reader; literally everything I stand for 😭

15. Yoonkook (or any type of kpop ship that involves romantic/ sexual relationships): self explanatory. I feel like I would feel weird knowing people write smut abt me and the person I damn near grew up with.

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Basketballs and Bat Tattoos (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Sinclair! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: vague threats of violence???

Synopsis: When Y/N finds out that Eddie has been making fun of her brother Lucas, she has to do something about it

Y/N notes: muscle/ toned build

Ty again to my black readers who gave me advise on this! I really like Lucas and I wanna write more Sinclair! Reader where she has a different personality so if you’ve got an idea, shoot it my way! I might write it

I know that black female characters get the “aggressive, more masculine” trope a lot and it was never my intention to make my first Sinclair! Reader a stereotype, it just kinda happened. I want you to know that whenever I write Y/N, I’m always imagining her as somewhat myself (a half white half Asian girl). BUT it’s not always about your intentions with your content, it’s how it is perceived by the audience that consumes it. So again, if you’re black and wanna talk about this, send me a message in my inbox and I’ll DM you so we can talk:)

Ty for reading, have a nice day!

- Willow

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Y/N happily made her way down the hallway towards the locker rooms, her bag with her basketball kit on her back.

After school practice was always her favourite. Being the captain of the girls basketball team, she had a lot of responsibility. Not that she worried too much about that. Making sure everyone was having fun was always the most important thing, and that came easily to Y/N.

She was peppy and bubbly, an easily likeable person. She was helpful and considerate, and passionate about her sport. Someone having a bad time during her practices was a rarity.

The sea of students headed in the opposite direction to the exit, ready to go home. A couple of them greeted Y/N as they left.

“See ya tomorrow Sinclair!”

“See ya!”

“Have a good practice!”

“Thanks I will!”

“Hey Y/N!” A familiar freshman greeted.

“Oh hey Dustin! You heading to Hellfire club?” She asked with a smile. She noted the shirt he wore, one she had seen many, many times.

“Yeah Mike’s gonna meet me there.” Dustin replied excitedly. He hesitated for a moment. “Is… Lucas coming tonight?” A hopeful glint in his eyes.

“No I think he’s going to basketball practice.” Y/N replied, sharing in the younger one’s disappointment. Dustin sighed and nodded.

“Okay well tell him I said hi. Have fun doing basketball stuff!” He yelled as left, pushing through the older kids. Y/N gave him a wave and continued on her way.

Lucas had been seeing his old friends less and less recently. When he told Y/N that he was starting basketball, she was ecstatic. The oldest had been trying to get her younger siblings to play sports with her for years with no luck. But something was wrong.

Why the sudden interest? It didn’t take her long to figure it out. High school’s a tough time for anyone, but it’s also a fresh start. A chance to reinvent yourself. Y/N had always been one of the popular kids. She couldn’t relate to Lucas’ struggles as a nerd, but she could see it was hard at times. If he wanted to try and be someone new, she wasn’t gonna stop him. She’d just keep a close eye.

As she was thinking, Y/N spotted her younger brother ahead, also heading to the locker rooms. She jogged to catch up with him.

“Lucas!” She said loudly as she slapped a hand down on his shoulder, making him jump.

“Jeez Y/N!” Lucas looked to his left at his sister, slightly annoyed as his shock subsided. She grinned.

“Oh you’re jumpy today. Y’know that’s a sign of a guilty conscience? Whatcha’ hidin’ from me?” She poked.

“Nothing.” Lucas huffed, moving away from her. Y/N chuckled.

“You excited for practice? Jason and I are planning on getting the girls and guys teams to train together today.”

“Oh nice.” He nodded, no where near as excited as his sister. Y/N paused before speaking again.

“I just saw Dustin.” She saw Lucas flinch at his friend’s name. “He says hi.”

“Ah. Right.” Y/N waited another moment saying more.

“You’ve been missing a lot of the Hellfire sessions recently.” She commented.

“Yeah well they clash with practice so…” Lucas mumbled. Y/N could tell he was still conflicted with hanging with the jocks and hanging with his friends.

“You can practice basketball at any time. You can only do Eddie’s campaign right now.” Y/N stated.

She liked Eddie. The fact that he took Lucas and his freshman friends under his wing and gave them a place in school where they could be themselves. He was always unapologetically himself and he oozed passion for what he did, just like Y/N.

They were very alike in a way.

“Yeah well I’m one of the popular kids now and they’re not so…” Lucas’ words trailed off as they reached the locker rooms. The siblings stood outside to continue to talk.

“Hmm well sports were always my thing. You never wanted to play with me when we were little. Yet you suddenly do now? Your thing was all that nerdy shit-“

“Don’t call it nerdy shit!” Lucas defended. “And Erica likes that nerdy shit now!”

“Oh so what? This is just copy the older sibling?” Y/N asked with a teasing smile.

“I thought you’d be excited that I was finally playing with you.” Lucas mumbled, looking at the ground. He pushed the boys locker room open, Y/N grabbed his arm and pulled him away.

“Hey hey hey. You okay? I was just kidding, you know that right?” Y/N searched Lucas’ face to see if he understood. He just huffed and pulled himself away from her grip.

“Yeah whatever I’m fine. It’s just…” Lucas stopped taking. Y/N could tell from his tone that this wasn’t about her.

“Just what? What’s wrong?” She asked, concerned.

“Eddie started hassling me after I missed one session and he keeps doing it.” Lucas finally replied. “Makes me not wanna go anymore…”

“Wait really?” Y/N asked, a mix of surprise and sadness in her voice. She didn’t expect that from Eddie. Lucas continued to look at the ground.

“Yeah he kinda makes fun of me.” He mumbled.

“Does he now?” Y/N replied, leaning back slightly. She folder her arms. Her sadness was turning into annoyance and silent rage. Lucas’ eyes widened in panic.

“Don’t say anything to him! Please!” He held his hands out frantically, like she was gonna run down to Hellfire club that second and punch Eddie right in the face. Y/N stayed where she was of course, thinking about what she should do. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah well that’s what you told me to do with those bullies you had in middle school and-”

“You’ll just make it worse.” Lucas said seriously. Y/N stopped talking, not sure on what to say. “Just- I can deal with my own problems, okay?” Lucas went to go and get changed, leaving Y/N unsure of her next move.

She couldn’t do nothing.

She had to help.

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“Hey, Eddie!” Y/N called out as she stormed over to the table in the lunch hall that next day. Mike and Dustin sunk in their seats.

“Shit…” They both mumbled. They had known Y/N basically their whole lives and only seen Y/N mad twice.

The first time was when she was 15. Her first boyfriend cheated on her so she made an alliance with the other girl he was seeing and beat the crap outta him. They were all in Lucas’ room, watching from the window as the guy was curled up on the sidewalk.

“Dude. Your sister’s fucking terrifying.” Dustin whispered. Half in fear, half in amazement.

“She can be when she needs to.” Lucas replied, glaring at the boy as the girls began to walk away. Y/N looked up at the bedroom, seeing the four younger kids. She smiled and gave them a wink.

The second time was when Erica was really little. She was being picked on by some girls in her grade. They were too young to beat up but Y/N didn’t need to get physical to put the fear of God in them. She screamed at the girls in the middle of the elementary school playground, the rest of the elementary schoolers watching, Erica standing beside her. Saying that if they so much as looked at Erica funny she would end them. Lucas can remember that as the point where Erica started being like she was now. Doesn’t take shit from no one. Must’ve been copying her sister.

Eddie however, had never seen Y/N be anything but bubbly and energetic. Her usual self. So he had no idea what he was in for.

“Sinclair. What’s the head of the girl’s basketball team doing talking to me?” Eddie grinned. His smile faulted slightly as Y/N got closer and he saw her face. She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up out of his chair, beginning to drag him out the room.

“Let’s talk.” Students watched as Eddie scrambled to stay on his own two feet. Mike and Dustin looked over to Lucas at the popular table. He scrunched his face up in embarrassment and hit his head on the table.

Y/N dragged Eddie out into the empty hallway, pushing him against the wall before finally letting go.

“Shit Sinclair.” Eddie said, catching his breath.

“You been giving my brother a hard time?” Y/N stood with her arms crossed, staring at him intently. Eddie’s panic seemed to lower, his smile retuning.

“What? No no I was just-“

“Don’t lie to me Munson.” Y/N cut him off with a low tone. She pointed a stern finger at him. Eddie frozen up then sighed. He put his hands in his jean pockets and shrugged.

“Okay okay maybe I was teasing him a little for hanging with you jocks but it was just a joke!” He chuckled nervously.

“A joke huh?” Y/N repeated. Her tone sounded threatening, sending chills down Eddie’s spine. She took a small step closer to him. Eddie stepped back, his back to the wall. He felt himself going down as his legs began to cave in under him. He sat on the floor, looking up at her.

Y/N put a foot against the wall, inches from Eddie’s face, and loomed over him.

“Say anything about Lucas playing basketball again, and I’ll end you.” Eddie gulped and nodded shakily. Y/N took her foot off the wall. “Good. Have a nice lunch Munson.” She said as she walked away.

After a minute or two of sitting on the floor, Eddie found the strength to stand up. He made his way back into the lunch hall and to his seat where he dropped down on it.

“Glad you’re still alive.” Dustin said.

“So what happened? What she say?” Mike asked. Eddie didn’t look at either of them.

He sat in silence, thinking over what had happened. He really wasn’t ready for any of that. He had no idea Y/N could act that way, she was always so nice and bubbly.

Maybe it made a little sense. He knew that Y/N had always been a passionate person, her love of basketball showed that immensely. She worked hard in classes and would never hesitate to go out of her way to help others. Guess that included threatening him for her younger brother.

Eddie felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. He didn’t want to admit it but…

… a part of him found the exchange weirdly hot. He kept thinking about Y/N’s leg so close to his face, foot on the wall. The girl’s basketball shorts showed off her toned calf and thigh.

“Eddie? You okay man?” Dustin asked.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” He managed to say. He looked up, seeing Lucas leaving the lunch hall. “I’ll be right back guys. I gotta do something.”

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Y/N got home from school that day. She hadn’t seen Lucas since lunch. He had gone home before her so she hadn’t had a chance to talk to him.

“Hey Mom.” Y/N greeted as she entered the kitchen. Mrs. Sinclair was chopping vegetables, preparing dinner.

“Hey honey how was school? Practice good?” She asked, not taking her eyes off of the knife in her hand.

“Yeah it was good. Where’s Lucas?”

“In his room!” Erica shouted from the living room couch, watching tv with her Dad.

“Everything okay?” Y/N’s Mom asked, a little concerned. Y/N smiled at her and began walking towards the stairs.

“Yeah everything’s fine Mom, just basketball stuff y’know?” She shouted to her sister before going up. “Thanks Eri!”

Y/N dropped her things off in her room and went to Lucas’ door. Usually she would’ve just walked in, but today felt a little different. She knocked. “Lucas?”

“Come in.” Y/N opened the door to see her brother sitting on his bed, reading a comic. She stood in the doorway.

“Hey.” She greeted cautiously. Lucas smiled a little at her.

“Hey.” He didn’t seem mad which was a good sign. Y/N went and sat on Lucas’ bed.

“Look I’m sorry I made a big deal out of the Eddie situation but I couldn’t not do anything-”

“No it’s okay.” Lucas cut her off. “You actually helped a lot so, thanks.”

“I did?”

“I mean you could’ve chosen a more inconspicuous time and place but, yeah. Eddie found me at lunch and apologised.” A smile began to appear on Y/N’s face.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really. He said he was sorry and that if I wanna play basketball then he doesn’t have any problems with that.”

“Wow.” Y/N’s smile widened then dropped. “Shit I feel kinda bad now.”

“What did you say to him?” Lucas frowned.

“That if he messed with you again I’d end him?” The siblings laughed.

“He must’ve been so scared!”

“He was! He fell to the floor! He was looking up at me with those big puppy dog eyes- damn maybe I took it too far.” Y/N looked to the ground, beginning to regret her decisions. Lucas continued to laugh as Y/N said her thoughts out loud. Erica walked into the room.

“The hell are you two talking about?”

“Erica remember when you had those bullies in elementary school?” Lucas asked, still laughing a little. Erica turned to her sister.

“Which loser at school did you beat up now?” She asked, hands on her hips.

“I didn’t beat up anyone! I just threatened to beat him up.” Y/N joked, making Lucas’ laughter start up again. Erica shrugged.

“He probably deserved it. Mom says come downstairs and help with dinner.” The siblings began walking down, still laughing.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.” Y/N said to Lucas.

“If he doesn’t run away.”

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The next day before school, Y/N waited in the parking lot for the familiar van. Soon enough it appeared and parked near the back. Y/N walked over as Eddie got out.

“Hey Eddie!” She called out. Her voice made the metalhead jump and drop his keys. He turned around to face her.

“Shit Sinclair I haven’t done anything else I swear-“

“Eddie. Chill. I’m not gonna do anything to you.” Y/N chuckled a little as she picked up his keys and handed them to him. Eddie cautiously took them from her. He could see she was back to her bubbly self but he was still on edge. “Lucas told me you apologised to him. That was sweet of you.”

Y/N began walking towards the school, Eddie followed, keeping a little distance between them.

“Uh well yeah I was thinking about what you said and I realised I was being a bit of an asshole.” He rubbed the back of his neck, a guilty look on his face.

“Well I’m sorry too. I was also being an asshole.”

“No no i-it’s fine I get it. You were protecting your brother and all but yeah.” Eddie breathed out. “Fucking hell Sinclair you can be scary when you wanna be.” The metalhead said, starting to smile. Y/N laughed.

“The reason I was so mad was because I like you Eddie, so I was mad that you were acting like that.”

“Y-You like me?” Eddie stopped walking at the entrance of the school. Y/N turned to him.

“Yeah of course I do. I know some of my friends might not share that opinion but yeah, I like you.” Eddie’s couldn’t help the corners of his mouth turning up, as it stayed open from the shock. Y/N began walking into school, Eddie followed, his surprise subsiding.

“Y’know I really wasn’t expecting it from you, cause you’re usually like this cute, bubbly type girl.” He explained as they walked down the hallway.

“You think I’m cute Munson?” Y/N tilted her head to the side. Eddie’s words got caught in his throat.

“I- well I mean yeah- yeah I guess-” Y/N giggled as Eddie continued to verbally stumble. A bunch of the jocks were hanging out by the lockers. Jason spotted her.

“Hey Y/N! We’re all going to mine after practice today, you in?”

“Yeah sounds fun!” Jason looked over at Eddie. His smile faded.

“What are you doing with this freak?”

“Talking.” Y/N stated plainly. A couple other jocks walked over too.

“Is he giving you trouble?” One of the other jocks asked.

“You think I couldn’t handle myself if he was?” Y/N retorted. She smiled at them. “I’ll see you guys later.” She pushed one of them with her shoulder as she passed, making it look like an accident. The jock nearly fell over with the force that she shoved him with. Eddie stuck with her.

“You’re fucking strong Sinclair.” Eddie commented, chuckling.

“Yeah I know. I could crush your head between my thighs like a watermelon if I wanted.” Y/N said with a grin. Eddie gulped at that image in his head, his blush returning. “I’ll see you around Eddie.” She gave him a wink and walked away, leaving him to watch her go. He breathed in then out, composing himself, slapping a hand in his chest.

“Damn Y/N. How’d you do that to me?”

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strobinbaby · 2 years

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CAN’T STOP

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: mature content ahead! [ fingering; boob play; ] minors dni!!

summary: learning playing guitar didn’t go as planned

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“No you’re doing it the wrong way,” Eddie shook his head in disbelief, “Repeat again.”

“Eddie ate dynamite, goodbye Eddie,” I laughed, he just told me it is the easiest way to memorise string names.

I watched him as he walked across the bed, the mattress sunk under his weight and I felt the heat of his body meeting my half bare back. His brawny arms captured me from behind as he placed his fingers over mine, guiding them in right direction, “Let’s try it together.” We did. It sounded better.

“See, it’s not as hard as you thought it would be,” his laugh rumbled through my chest, and I turned to look over my shoulder, noticing him looking at me. Our gaze held and a minute stretched into eternity. We were close enough to kiss.

“Okay, let me try it myself,” I licked my dry lips, giving him a faint smile, returning back into reality. I put my fingers just where he told me to, playing a chord, it didn’t sound as terrible this time.

“See!” he exclaimed, placing a kiss on my shoulder, grinning as we won a million dollars.

“Eddie—“ his name came out half as a warning, half as a plea, “Let’s try more,” I suggested, “Together?”

“Okay, come here.”

He pushed himself to the top of the bed, leaning against the headboard, spreading his knees for me to fit in, dragging me into the enticement of his body. His chest met my back, wrapping me up into the warmth of his touch and his presence. I took his guitar, propping it on my thigh, feeling Eddies arms winding around my waist. Something in the pit of my stomach tugged and tugged, I wanted him to touch me more. We were in his room, it was around nine in the evening, dark outside, only a dim glow from his bedside lamp surrounded the room, casting two shadows on a wall.

“What’s you favourite song?” he asked, too close, his breaths brushed my ear, sending shivers through me.

“Dancing in the dark.”

“Springsteen, huh?”

He peeked out from behind my back, resting his chin on my shoulder, rumbling the chords, “I play, you sing.”

“No way,” I tipped my head to the side, the scent of him hit my senses as my nose brushed his curls and I got lost in him, forgetting about the everything until his voice brought me back.

“Come on, I heard you sing, you’re good.”

“Fine,” I sighed, nestling into him tighter, feeling his thick fingers grasping mine as he started playing.

“You can’t start a fire, you can’t start a fire without a spark,” I sang, our fingers fiddled with strings as Eddie moved them along the riff, “This gun’s for hire, even if we’re just dancing in the dark.”

He played it slower than the original, my voice was low and raspy and the atmosphere became a little too intimate. He hit the last string and pushed the guitar away, settling it on the floor against the nightstand.

“It was amazing,” he nuzzled my neck, tightening his hold on my body and a little breathy groan escaped me. He noticed it, but didn’t say anything, instead, he pushed my hair away and latched his lips to the side of my neck, leaving wet open mouthed kisses. Involuntary I opened up to him, tipping my head to the right, giving more space for him to explore.

“Eddie—“ I whispered, clutching his shins in my hands, breathing hard, feeling the flipping in my stomach growing stronger.

“I can’t stop,” he murmured into my skin, kissing his way up, “I can’t stop, sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about this since you came in.”

“Don’t stop then.”

His heavy palms skimmed the sides of my body, finding the zipper on my shorts, undoing it and tugging them down, “Do you trust me?” his voice was low in my ear, the scent of his body, spicy and masculine, made my head light, dizzy, while his touch weakened me, “I do.”

I helped him get me out of my shorts, staying in my maroon coloured panties, already slick with arousal. God, he got me so wet without even touching me properly.

A shudder run through me when his fingers slipped inside my underwear, stroking me up and down, brushing my clit casually, “Fucking hell. Someone’s excited.”

Nothing, but a gasp tumbled up my throat and I relaxed on his chest, my head heavy on his shoulder, eyes closed and lips parted as I tried to steady my breathing. Two fingers sank into me and I scratched his jeans, the cold metal of his rings added to the sensations, burning my skin, “Oh, Eddie—“

“Yes, baby,” his free hand pushed my top up, baring my skin, exposing my chest to him, “Don’t hold back, I want to hear you.” His thrusts were slow and sensual, contrasting with the force of pinching on my nipples. He did one at a time and I desperately wanted his mouth on them, “Isn’t you uncle home?”

“No,” he chuckled, planting a kiss on my temple. My arm stretched out to grab the back of his head as I threaded my fingers through the loose dark strands, “You can moan all you want.”

His fingers curled inside me and I whimpered, clenching around him, my own fingers darted to my clit, rubbing it relentlessly as I chased my orgasm. He started moving rougher and faster, making me grab a fistful of his hair, “Eddie, fuck, don’t stop, please don’t—“

The sloppy sound of my wetness and our slapping skin invaded the room. My hips bucked into his hand, my fingers stilled, when the ripples crushed over me. I moaned, loud, biting my lip to prevent from screaming even more, covering his wrist on my breast with mine, “Eddie.”

When the high subsided, I lifted myself up and turned to face him, searching for his eyes, taking my top off completely and throwing it away. My fingers grasped his chin and I felt slight stubble prickling my skin, “Kiss me.”

He didn’t hesitate, he held me by my hips, pulling me onto his lap, crushing his mouth with mine, lustful and demanding, eliciting little whimpers from me. My chest brushed his soft shirt, his ring coated fingers dug into my thighs, squeezing and exploring the curves of my body.

His tongue slipped in my mouth, teeth, sharp and hungry, closed on my lower lip in the end of the kiss, “You’re perfect little thing.” He tucked the strand of my hair behind my ear, brushing his nose against mine, claiming my lips one last time. His mouth veered to my throat, descending to my chest and just like that my nipple was in his mouth. Fuck, how good he felt, I wanted to scream, to get lost in him, memorise his every move. He sucked and licked, taking as much as he could fit in his mouth, giving my nipples extra attention, while I brushed my fingers through his hair, pushing him closer, grinding on his lap, burying my nose into the top of his head to suppress my moans.

“Eddie!?” male voice called from behind the door.

“Shit,” he pulled away, still holding me tight, “I’m here, not alone, be out in a minute.”

Heat crept up my cheek, the thought of his uncle walking in on use like this flashed through my mind, that would be fucking embarrassing. Sliding off of Eddie’s lap, I pulled my top on and pawed for my shorts, but he snatched my wrist, “Stay, please. I’ll walk out there and talk to him, okay?”

I closed my eyes and took a big long inhale, “Are you sure?”

“I want you to stay the night, we could play more,” he granted me his sweetest smile, but the dark mischievous flicker in his eyes let me know he didn’t only mean his guitar, “I’ll be back,” he got up to his feet, kissing my temple, taking something out from his drawer, “Get changed,” he winked at me, throwing me a dark cloth — his shirt, “See you in a minute.”

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depravity-n-savagery · 2 years

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Fucking Eddie Behind Jason's Back 😏

Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader ♡ 18+ MINORS DNI ♡ Smut, cheating, public sex, revenge, bullying

♡ A/N: Is it a headcannon? Is it a blurb? Your guess is as good as mine 🤣 🤣 I just wanted to get this idea out of my head, so it's not perfect. I'm crawling my way out of writer's block 😮‍💨

❤️‍🔥 - Everyone has their vices, no matter how squeaky clean they try to appear in public. Eddie's clients ranged from the usual tweaked-out fiends that hung around dark corners and alleyways, to the all-American honors student that attended every church service on time. They all needed something to cope with this fucked up town and it's constant troubles.

❤️‍🔥 - At first, Eddie didn't want to sell you anything. You approached him after school, timidly pulling at the hem of your cheer skirt. He wasn't aware at the time, but you had rolled up the waistline of the garment. Shortening the material so that it barely covered your ass. Every move was calculated. Batting your eyes and shifting innocently from foot to foot. "Could you help me, Eddie?" It was a death wish in his eyes. Everyone in school knew that you were Jason's girl. His precious little trophy. The head cheerleader with good grades and a spotless reputation. Whispers in the halls said you even vowed to make Jason wait until marriage, before he could deflower you. The boy was so sprung, he actually agreed. Or so you thought.

❤️‍🔥 - Day after day you came to him whenever he was alone. Each time in a slightly more provocative state of dress. Teeny-tiny skirts, low-cut tops with ample cleavage that you hid under your cardigan until it was time to see him. Eddie's resolve could only take so much. "I'm usually never one to turn away a customer." He fiddled with his rings, twisting the thick silver skull on his digit. "But uh… Your boyfriend and I already have a thing going on. Adding a third seems a bit risky. Don't you think?" The shy girl facade takes a hit, exposing only a sliver of annoyance. "My boyfriend doesn't own me. I'm a big girl, Eddie. I just need something to help me relax after cheer practice. I want to feel good." You stepped in closer to him. Closer than you've ever been before. "Can you help me?"

❤️‍🔥 - Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Eddie wanted to bash his head into the steering wheel. How did he let you wear him down? Talk him into driving you to his trailer for weed? Like a little temptress, you giggled and flirted your way right into his bedroom. It was then, finally, that realization hit him. You weren't there for weed. You were there to test him in a way so sinful he almost pondered God's existence. This was clearly some kind of divine trial, and he was about to fail astronomically.

❤️‍🔥 - The first time you and Eddie fucked, he was riddled with guilt. Jason was a massive piece of shit, but this was a step farther than throwing passive-aggressive insults his way at school. This could escalate into something worse than having the basketball team whisper rumors about him in the halls. Images of violent retaliation flashed through his mind. Meanwhile, you were still sprawled out across his bed. Naked and blissed out farther than you've ever been while sober. "I can feel you overthinking from here, Eddie. Reeeally killin' the vibe for me." If only to ease Eddie's mind a bit, you tell him nobody will find out about this. Jason has been distant lately, and you felt so neglected. So empty and needing something to soothe it all. Eddie turned out to be the perfect remedy.

❤️‍🔥 - Eddie avoids you for the next three days, trying to do the 'right thing' despite having a burning urge to fuck you again. He hated himself for it. "Jesus, Munson… stop thinking with your dick and be a better person." He stares into the dingy mirror in the school bathroom. "Who am I kidding…" A familiar cluster of masculine jeers and amusement raises the hair on his arms. The basketball team. Jason. All heading toward the bathroom. Eddie hastily locks himself in one of the stalls, standing on the toilet seat to avoid them recognizing his beaten reeboks.

"Did you see the look on his face?! Ha! That lard-ass should've watched where he was going. Freshmen little shits."

Jason's voice was unmistakable. "Served him right. You see the way he follows that Freak around? Probably a new recruit for his cult. Gettin' the shit knocked out of him hopefully gave him a change of heart."

Five minutes of twisted celebration later, the bathroom was empty again. And Eddie was furious.

❤️‍🔥 - Eddie let you find him this time. Lingering in the drama room after Hellfire, taking his sweet time putting everything away. Seeing Dustin's black eye only fueled the rage inside him. Fuck morality and doing the 'right thing'. Jason was gonna get his, one way or the other. He played the part when you approached him, speaking in terms of a drug sale. Only the two of you knew the true meaning behind it. He accepted and took you back to his trailer as fast as his worn-out van would allow.

❤️‍🔥 - The second time Eddie fucks you, he had tons of steam to let off and something to prove. Splitting you open with every heavy, hard thrust. Both of your legs are tossed over his shoulders, writhing as your third orgasm consumes you. His hand is around your neck, rings digging into your skin every time he tightens his grip. "Say my name, sweetheart." He groans, rolling his hips right into your sweet spot. "Tell me who owns this pussy now."

❤️‍🔥 - Obviously he couldn't leave marks on you, but he was happy to let you mark him up to your heart's content. Soon he was showing up to school with dark purple and red blotches decorating his neck and collarbone. The members of Hellfire would gape at him, but refused to ask what everyone was thinking. Even if they did, Eddie wouldn't tell them anything. No, you were his precious secret vice now. He wouldn't do anything to fuck that up.

The second best part of his day (the first being when he makes plans with you) was hearing the jocks grumble amongst themselves. "Did you see The Freak's neck? What desperate slut was low enough to fuck him?!" Oh, Jason… if only you knew.

❤️‍🔥 - Over time he'll push the limits of your secrecy. Buying you sexy lingerie to wear under your cheer uniform, knowing Jason will never get your clothes off to see it. You liked the feeling of wearing something he bought you. Even more when it was something of Eddie's. A silent claim over you. Like the cum he filled you with before school, just so you could walk around all day with it soaking your panties.

❤️‍🔥 - Word got around about Jason. He was spotted leaving the Motel 6 with Chrissy, unaware that one of your friends also takes her hookups there from time to time. It was the talk of the school before the second period could even start. Jason skipped, like a coward. Not answering calls. At least Chrissy had the decency to face you and apologize - admitting that the two of them have been fooling around for months. Long before you hooked up with Eddie.

❤️‍🔥 - "You sure about this?" Eddie asked, pulling up to a neighborhood he's never seen before. It was lined with large houses and perfectly manicured lawns. Jason's residence was just a few houses ahead. You were ready to set his world on fire. Just as Eddie had been the day he bruised Dustin's face. "One-hundred percent." He parked right in front of Jason's place, happy to see his parent's car was gone.

"Then come'ere, Sweetheart." Patting his lap for you to climb aboard. Which you do. You were bare underneath your skirt, just for this occasion. It made the process easier for Eddie. "Time to wake the neighborhood."

The van creaked, protesting loudly as it rocked back and forth. Shifting weight from all the action in the driver's seat. "Eddie!! Ohhh fuck, fuck me harder!" Always the gentleman, he was happy to oblige. Pressing your back against the steering wheel so he could watch his cock disappear inside you. A creamy white coating already covered his happy trail. He latched his mouth onto your neck. All that unblemished skin, just begging to be marked and bruised. Sucked and bitten. "Yes! EDDIIEE!!" You cried out through the rolled-down windows. Waiting for the evidence of your plan's success.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Bingo. Jason's bedroom window opened with a harsh thud, almost ripped off its hinges. You didn't care enough to listen to his swearing. You were too busy rubbing circles over your clit. Eddie would have handled that for you, but his hand was busy flipping Jason the bird.

❤️‍🔥 - On the way to your house - speeding away from Jason's before you got busted for public indecency - you tossed your cardigan out of the window. "I don't want any of that shit anymore. I don't wanna be popular." Eddie shrugged off his jacket, a worn denim jacket that he almost never wore. It was what he used to test his skills on, putting a few band patches on it before he felt confident enough to put the 'favorite ones' on his vest.

"Here. Keep it." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I want everyone to know you're my girl." ♡

♡ A/N: I hope you enjoyed my jumble of horny thoughts 🤣. I'm trying to get the next chapter of Sunshine's Sinners posted as soon as possible. Until then, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! ♡ Send me some asks 🥺

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