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On The Line | Eddie Munson

Day Seven of Kinktober

Summary: Pumpkin Pie is back on the menu at Hank's Diner. What happens when the new waitress needs to stay with the Jaded line cook to prepare for fall festivities?

wc: ~4.3k

Pairings: Linecook!Eddie Munson x Waitress!Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! This is porn with a plot. Thigh riding, public sex, sloppy sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), fingering, dry humping, overstimulation if you squint, unprotected p in v (don't be silly, wrap the willy), sex in a kitchen (if you work at a food establishment please don't do this ever), this is taking place in an AU where the events of ST4 didn't happen

In collaboration with the lovely @darknesseddiem! Please keep an eye out for their prompts starting Oct 16!

A/N: my apologies this is a day late. I had to work all day and then had a wedding to go to! So you'll have two posts to look forward to today!!

You wish that you had a different life. You had lived in the quiet town of Salem, Indiana. You wanted to move to the big city but the closest you could get was sleepy Hawkins, Indiana, a mere 60 minutes out of the Indianapolis city limits, but the exact same font as your southern Indiana town. The only job you could manage to get was at the highway diner leaving town. You had friends, sure, but you had dreams and aspirations bigger than Hawkins; maybe that’s why you had such animosity towards your job. You always had the overnight shifts, as others that worked there had kids or other commitments. The only respite to these “Red Eye” shifts ( as your boss Murray had called them) was the cook you often found yourself working with. He didn’t talk to you much, and the most he had offered was a tight lipped smile and a “hi” to your nightly greetings or a "you're welcome when you thank him for putting your orders up as soon as he could . You had heard of Eddie Munson before, but from what you could tell, most things you heard weren’t true. You had worked with him on and off for almost a year and never thought he was an alcoholic satanist who may or may not have murdered someone. He was effortlessly handsome: his curly brown hair was always tied back in a low bun. His pale skin was highlighted with a soft sheen of sweat and a rosy blush. You often saw his lower arms adorned with black blotches of ink and he rarely went to work in his cook whites - opting for a pair of relaxed black jeans, a band tee and a white apron. You were intrigued, getting to know Eddie Munson was going to be the excitement you needed.

The blazing sun of September had cooled off and the crisp breeze of October was a warm welcome. You put your sheer black tights on underneath your pale yellow dress. You straightened your skirt out and patted some rose pink lipstick on your lips. You were ready for another slow shift at the diner, but you weren’t complaining. You had made some progress with your growing infatuation with Eddie Munson. He had put your order up under the heat lamps and you thanked him by name last week. You saw his cheeks grow redder than normal and he nodded at you shyly. A couple days later, Eddie had taken your order for your own dinner: pancakes with some syrup and whipped cream. He had put it under the heat lamp and backed away to his flat top. To your surprise, you picked up your plate to see strawberries and whipped cream fastened into a smiley face on your stack of flapjacks. You felt your heart drop to your stomach in appreciation. You leaned over the heatlamp to yell a thank you to the boy, he had retorted with a “you’re most welcome, Y/N.” He knew your name! Between then and now, there had been fleeting looks, some lingering touches at the window and a really great conversation about the town’s record shop when the two of you took your smoke break. You were excited and hopeful for your interactions tonight. The diner had been slowing down and there had been more and more opportunities to chat. For your sake, you wanted there to be no customers at all.

You swung the diner doors open and the smile faded from your lips when you saw Murray sitting at the front counter, no one else in the restaurant.

“Good news, doll!” Murray sang to you. “You’re off the clock tonight. Diner’s closing because we gotta revamp the new fall menu. Pumpkin pie for everyone!” Murray declared as he spun himself off the stool and past you to the door. Eddie pushed through the swinging doors and behind the bar.

“Yeah, smarty pants over here ordered 20 boxes of pie shell mix for this week, not 2… So I have 60 pies to make before this shit goes bad.” Eddie grumbled.

“So Eddie is taking the lead and you get the night off.” You were wracked with disappointment. You hated to admit the hold that the metalhead had on you - especially to him and your boss. But a night alone at the diner with him might be what you need to get him on your good side.

“I’ll stay and help!” You offered. Eddie’s glowing brown eyes met yours and both of you instantly looked at the floor. “My grandma and I used to make pies all the time. Plus if I’m in the way, I can get other prep or cleaning done.” Eddie ran his hands through his hair, a soft smile appeared on his face.

“I mean…. Usually when I offer a day off it's taken with a ‘thank you, Murray’ but whatever… if you wanna work, it’s your funeral.” With that, Murray had strutted out of the diner and to his convertible in the parking lot. You locked the door behind him and turned to Eddie with a shy smile.

“It’s crazy that he still drives a convertible in this weather.” You offered. Eddie responded with a small chuckle.

“Have you ever been in the back before?” Eddie asked as he turned to retreat back into the kitchen, encouraging you cautiously to follow him. You pushed through the stark white swinging doors after him.

“Ah, no actually. Only stuff I’ve seen is through the bay window and the heat lamp.” You admitted. Eddie spun around to look at you. It was the first time you were in his space and you felt vulnerable. His chocolate brown eyes studied your face. His stare was intense, you couldn’t help but look down to the floor. Little did you know, his stare was full of wonder and admiration at his beautiful invader of his space. Eddie cleared his throat and turned away from you again, leading you further into the stainless steel kitchen.

“So… I have all the boxes of the dough mix in the walk-in” Eddie gestures to the small oven sitting under the flat top. “And this… is what we’re working with tonight. So, it’ll take a while for all of our shit to bake.” Your eyes widened at the tiny apparatus before you. It really was going to be a long night of work. You were excited to be in close contact with the man before you. The back kitchen was like an alley, long but skinny. You now understood why they only had one cook on the line at a time.

“Do you want me to help you get everything mixed up?” your confidence was dwindling quicker than you would have liked to admit. “Or I can just restock stuff and do other prep-”

“No! No- ahem. A hand would be really great. Then I can help you out while the pies bake.” Help you out, you wish he would. Your heart was in your butt as you nodded at him.

You spent the next hour helping Eddie unload and divide the dough mix into servings, he insisted that he lift the boxes to you because they were heavy. You didn’t mind though, getting to sneak peeks at his lightly toned biceps flex under the weight of the boxes. You felt the room getting warmer and warmer each time you secretly raked your eyes over the book. You worked mostly in silence, until Eddie worked up the bravery to ask you a question while he brought in the last box.

“So… you’re obviously not from around here.” He said.

“Obviously? What makes it so obvious?” You giggled.

“Well the fact that I didn’t see you in school at all… and the fact that there’s just something different about you.” You looked up from the bowl you were currently sifting the last bit of mix into. Eddie’s cheeks were red and there was a sparkle in his eyes. You didn’t miss how his eyes flitted to your lips briefly. He smiled back at you and turned to the fridge to grab eggs and butter.

“What about you? You've been in Hawkins for a while? I don’t see you at any parties or anything” You implored. You knew that answer already. Your neighbor across the hall warned you about one Eddie Munson when you told her about your new job. "The Freak of Hawkins High” had followed him, even after 3 years of being graduated. You prodded her for more information. She had been a year ahead of him, but told you about how he had a reputation for sleeping with girls who couldn’t get off with their boyfriends. One party Chirssy Cunningam’s boyfriend had walked in on her fucking Eddie in the bathroom and Jason made Eddie’s life a living hell after that. After graduation he flipped his principal the bird and told the rest of the kids in his class to fuck themselves. No one really saw him out after that, keeping his life in recluse. After Eddie had been shut out, apparently girls would flock to his house to have their escapades and brag about how weird and dangerous he was. You had heard your fair share of rumors in your own small town, but you were smarter than you were then. You knew not to trust anything flying around until you could make your own opinions.

“Ummm.. yeah. Unfortunately I have.” The mop of curls let out a dry laugh. “Hawkins hasn’t been too nice to me, I just don’t have the funds to get out of here, you know? That’s why I work almost every day of the week, haha. I have nothing else to do with my time.” You can sense that Eddie was retreating into his own world, feeling comfortable enough to share secrets and sighs with you, things that he hasn’t told anyone. He caught himself though. He looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, expecting you to turn your nose up at him, but you looked at him with genuine sympathy and understanding.

“I get it. This was as close as I could get to the big city. It took me forever to leave Painted Hills.” Eddie probed you for a reaction. Your eyes clouded over as the lifetime of sour memories flashed in front of your eyes. You and Eddie both knew that you were treading into dangerous territory.

“Alright, enough serious talk, this is supposed to be fun” he winked at you. You both traded stories of your childhood and interviewed the other about favorite music and foods and books. Eddie didn’t necessarily look it, but he was intelligent, and a natural conversationalist. You peered up at the clock after what seemed like 10 minutes of talking. The clock read 10:46pm. You looked down and realized that the two of you had almost completely finished kneading the dough and filling it into trays.

“Holy hell, it’s already been 4 hours?!” You chuckled.

“Seems like time flies when you’re having fun.” You stared in bewilderment at the boy’s blooming confidence. Earlier he wouldn’t say anything but two words to you. You and Eddie mixed and filled the pies and began putting your first rounds in the oven.

Eddie had nudged your arm with his elbow as he grabbed two more pies to bake, he walked back to the oven, his eyes not leaving yours. You looked down at the floor with a smitten smile. When you looked back up at the boy on the other side of the kitchen from you, his smile was replaced with a nervous frown. You held your breath in anticipation. Did you do something wrong? Eddie took a few steps towards you, close enough to touch him, but he was sure not to invade your space. What a gentleman.

“You… umm.. You have some dough on your face…” Eddie gestured softly to your cheek that had been smeared with a small swipe of pie dough. You gasped with a small ‘oh’ and swiped the back of your hand over your cheek. Eddie let out a short laugh.

“You made it worse.” You giggled at him with a small ‘oops’. Your smile was contagious to Eddie. He saw your bright eyes crinkle as you smile and he couldn’t help but copy you. He bit down on his lip to stop him from laughing.

“Can… can I get it for you?” Eddie’s smile faded quickly. He took one more step towards you. You could smell the faint remnants of his musky cologne he had put on before work. You nodded your head slowly. Eddie studied your face, desperate to remember every detail of your face in case he never got the chance to be this close to you again. He sheepishly raised his hand to your cheek and swiped the residue away with his thumb. You felt your skin erupt in goosebumps at his touch. You felt electric shocks where Eddie’s skin connected with yours. Eddie’s eyes glued themselves to your lips as he moved himself closer. His breath fanned over your face and you thought you could faint.

“I’ve heard what they’ve said about you,” you whispered. Eddie froze. His eyes met his, they were full of panic. He began to back away from you but you placed your hands on the sides of his neck and pulled him back to you.

“What-”

“And I don’t care. I don’t give a shit what anyone says about you.” You ghosted your lips over his, giving him an opportunity to push you away. He snaked his hand to your cheek and pulled his lips to yours. You quickly moved together and the kiss sent molten heat to your core. Eddie was beautiful, sure, but he seemed unobtainable. Now that he let you in, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself back. Luckily for you, Eddie was in the same predicament.

Eddie’s hands quickly found purchase at your hips, pulling you into him like he was attempting to intertwine your bodies into one. You moaned into Eddie’s mouth, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Your tongues danced together seamlessly, both of your chests heaving for breath. You pulled away to look at the boy in front of you. His eyes had turned from a golden brown to almost black, clouded with need and lust. Eddie pinned you up against the wall kissing you until you felt silly. He lifted your leg around his waist, giving him better access to feel you on him. You were a moaning mess from the friction Eddie’s jeans were giving your clothed pussy.

“Eddie” you hissed. The sensation left your body begging for more. More. More.

“That feel good?” Eddie cooed. You looked like a piece of art against him - a mewling masterpiece. God, he wanted to hold you like this forever. All of his invisible pining for you, the longing looks, the sleepless nights longing for you; everything had bubbled up in this moment and Eddie needed to restrain himself from devouring you whole. He had hoped he would have you literally anywhere but his kitchen, but beggars can’t be choosers.

“Eddie” you gasped. You needed more of him - all of him. You bucked your hips against his, pushing moans out of both of your mouths. Eddie trailed his kisses down your cheeks to your neck. You moaned bashfully as Eddie bit down on your pulse point. He pulled away from you and looked into your eyes with a smirk.

“Don’t be quiet for me, doll. It’s just us. I wanna hear how good you feel.” Eddie’s purrs sent your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He pulled himself onto the counter, pushing himself up to sit on it, while he pulled you into him, slotting his thigh against your needy core.

“Come on, babe. Show me how good you feel. Make yourself feel good.”

You tentatively ground your hips down on the lanky boy’s thigh. The friction you felt was delicious, addictive. You couldn’t help but grind down harder on him, your melodic sighs and moans were music to Eddie’s ears. He felt like he could cum in his jeans if he didn’t focus on holding himself back. His hands migrated to your hips, guiding you harder and faster onto him. He could feel your warmth through his jeans. He was so ready to hear you come undone for him. Your noises got louder and higher pitched.

“E-eddie” you whined. God, his name sounded like a prayer falling out of your mouth, his new favorite song.

“What is it, honey, you gonna cum for me?” Eddie teased you. You violently shook your head. Eddie’s grip became bruising as he stopped your movements. You cried out in desperation, you could feel the beginning waves of your orgasm on the peak of arrival. You looked at Eddie with a confused huff. Before you could register what was happening, Eddie had switched your spots. His strong arms wrapped around you and your uniform’s skirt now hiked up around your waist. Eddie slid down the counter to his knees. His eyes were dark and pleading.

“I need to taste you. Please” His hands hovered over your thighs, desperately waiting for your response.

“Please, Eds. Please.” You squirmed in your seat. If you weren’t so fucked out already, you might be embarassed for your desperation. But you felt so good, you were so entangled in the moment you didn’t care. All you could think of was Eddie.

Eddie’s hands trailed up the tops of your thighs and trailed over your core. He hastily dug his fingers into your fishnets and tore, making a remark about your ‘fucking tights’. His strength only sent more waves of heat to your pussy, more than ready to meet Eddie’s embrace. Eddie could see how excited you were through your purple lacy panties that were stained with a deep wet patch.

“Fuck… so wet, this all f’me?” Eddie smirked up at you. You bit your lip and tried to close your legs with no avail. Eddie kept his large hands on your inner thighs, preventing you from closing me out. He let out a small tsk. Eddie hooked his fingers into the offending garment and pushed them to the side, putting your pussy on display for him. Eddie let out an animalistic moan; it was getting harder for him to control himself. He took a long lick up your slit, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands flew to Eddie’s hair to ground yourself. Eddie flicked expertly at your clit sending you hurling close to orgasm yet again. Eddie thought you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. He explored every part of you, moaning into you, making your thighs shake. He could tell you were close. He stuck his middle finger into your weeping hole and curled. Your eyes screwed shut in ecstasy, your orgasm was threatening to boil over and the only thing you could manage to do was scream out Eddie’s name. Eddie found your G-spot with ease and rubbed against it, throwing you over the edge. You saw stars as waves of hot pleasure took over your body. You had no control over the tremors that rushed through your limbs. Eddie moaned into you as he worked you through your high. You had to pull Eddie by his hair to get him off of you, the overstimulation pushing past the boundary of pain from pleasure. Eddie rose to his feet and took you in: you had a light sheen of sweat beading on your forehead, your mascara had smudged slightly under your eyes, your lips were swollen from his kisses and your neck was a constellation of hickeys. He needed you fully. He had no idea what he would do if the two of you walked away from your shift tonight and never saw each other again.

“Y/N I…. I need you.” Eddie’s voice softened. His eyes clouded with lust still, but longing and desire glared back at you.

“Take me, Eddie.”

Eddie’s mouth was back on yours, the tang of your essence still on his tongue. It made you moan into Eddie's mouth. The metalhead fiddled with his belt, never leaving his mouth from yours. It was your turn to turn primal. You gnawed at Eddie’s bottom lip and mashed your tongue with his. You both felt like you might pass out from lack of oxygen, but thought it would be much worse to not be on each other. Eddie shoved his jeans past his hips and free’d his achingly hard cock with a sigh. He grabbed your hip with one hand and lined himself up with your entrance. He rubbed his tip through your sensitive folds, eliciting moans from both of you.

“Fuck, babe….” Eddie clenched his jaw, determined to ride out this high for as long as he could. He slid himself into you slowly. He was large, larger than you had ever been with and the stretch made you feel so unbelievably full.

Eddie pushed gently until he was fully sheathed. He could feel himself growing overwhelmingly hot. His cheeks had turned from his usual shade of light pink to red. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body. He had been white knuckling your hip and the counter.

“Move Eddie, please, god move.” You encouraged. You wanted - needed Eddie’s cool to break. You wanted him to ruin you. Eddie slowly pulled himself all the way out and pushed himself back into your needy hole. You cried out in pleasure; his pace was slow, but ruthless. Every thrust hit your cervix encouraging your second orgasm of the night. Eddie was biting his lips so hard that it looked like it was going to split and start bleeding. His eyes were transfixed on where the two of you met. You cupped Eddie’s face to bring his gaze back to yours. You felt so good, and didn’t know how well you could take him, but you could tell he was still holding back. You pulled your lips to his ears and whispered gently to him:

“Give me everything, Eddie. I want you to give it to me.” You heard Eddie’s breath hitch and get caught in his throat. He pulled back and studied your face. There was zero hesitation in your stare, only devotion and encouragement. Eddie’s brain short circuited. Eddie grabbed your neck and squeezed as his brutal pace picked up. You felt light headed - the only thing you could see was Eddie’s determined visage and the only thing you could hear was the pornographic sounds of Eddie’s balls hitting your ass. You closed your eyes in pleasure, but Eddie shook you back to him.

“Look at me. Eyes on me.” He growled. His face twisted in animalistic pleasure. You let the small rasps of your breath escape around Eddie’s vice. Eddie pulled out of you completely, making you whine at the loss of contact. Eddie pulled you off the counter by the neck and turned you around so your back was against his toned chest. Eddie pushed your head down so you were bent over the cool counter. Eddie’s large hands slapped down on the curves of your ass before filling you back up. You couldn’t help but yell an ‘oh my god’ as Eddie began pounding into you.

“Not god, doll, just me.” he huffed with a laugh. Your body was on display for Eddie and the more he watched himself disappear and reappear into you, the closer his own release got. He could feel you clenching down on him; you must be close.

“Can you give me another one, sweet? I want you to cum with me okay?” Eddie could barely get the words out of his mouth without the knot in his abdomen snapping.

“Eddie… I-I can’t” You were so fucked out and overstimulated you had no idea if your body could handle any more sensation. To your surprise, Eddie’s arm snaked under your hips to meet your sore clit. He rubbed soft circles into you in rhythm with his intense thrusts. You grabbed onto the edge of the counter and began to hyperventilate. You thought you were going to combust.

“Come on, babe. You can do it. Cum for me,” Eddie wanted his commands to sound encouraging, but he was desperate. However, with his permission your second orgasm of the night hit you like a freight train. You couldn’t feel your legs. You screamed out, unable to feel the difference between pain and indulgence - but you didn’t want it to stop. Your pussy had Eddie in capture, squeezing down on him unthinkably hard. His hips stuttered but he kept on his assault, desperate to cum just as hard as he made you. Like you, Eddie’s orgasm hit him with little lead up. He grabbed your chest to pull you up to him. Eddie whimpered into your ear as you milked him for everything that was in him.

In a flurry of heavy breaths and pounding hearts, you and Eddie stood in silence, basking within each other’s embrace. Begrudgingly, Eddie pulled out of you and pulled his pants back around his slender hips. You straightened yourself out and tucked your underwear back into their normal spot, preventing the remnants of Eddie’s orgasm from leaking down your leg. You guess you still have some work to do. You turn around and look at Eddie as he finishes buckling his belt. He met your glowing complexion with a lovesick grin. You felt like you could stay like this forever, basking in his glow; and he felt the same for you.

The smell of smoke and burnt pumpkin snapped the two of you out of your trances.

“Oh fuck!” Eddie yelps. You both rush to the other side of the kitchen to the small oven now leaking gray smoke. Eddie threw open the oven door and was greeted by a billow of smoke. You grabbed at some rags to wave the smoldering cloud away. Eddie the remnants of two very charred pumpkin pies. He looked at you with a bellowing laugh.

“Guess we’ll be down a couple of pies.”

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munsonsguitarp1ck · 2 years

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out of control

eddie munson eats pussy like his last meal.

warnings:smut 18+, minors dni,oral , praise kink, mommy kink, thighs mentioned, cum eating, little bit of a degradation kink, kinda subish eddie if you squint, slight mention of a daddy kink

a/n: guys help this is so poorly written

part 2 ⬇️⬇️

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“baby please??” he pleads with the most desperate look on his face, he’s been begging you to let him eat you out for the past 10 minutes

“are you sure you want to ?? i haven’t shaved in a while ed’s.. “ you frown “and i’ve never had anyone want to before, anytime i’ve asked they would give me weird looks and shut me down..” the way your voice sounded so upset made his heart break a little, “ sweetheart, to be honest with you i could give two shits less, i don’t shave so i don’t expect you to either plus i think it’s hot, and i’m not like those shitty guys, i would do anything for you …” he trails off and you meet his eyes,filled with “…and..im sure your pretty little pussy tastes so good..”

you clench your thighs together tightly, your mind has suddenly changed and you need his tongue in between your wet folds.

“i need you,please mommy ?” you nod your head, and he’s down on his knees grasping and kissing up and down your thighs slowly sliding them apart, his fingers trail up to your lower abdomen and play with the waist band of your pants the wetness is pooling into your panties as he hooks his fingers and pulls down your pants. “fuckkk baby, you’ve soaked through your pretty little panties” he practically moans, your face turns bright red and you cover your face with your hands, making him smile, he pulls your hands away from you face “i wanna see the pretty faces you make when you cum for me baby, keep your hands down for me, m’kay ? he rubs a finger up and down your clothed folds, you throw your head back in pleasure releasing a small needy moan, he finds your clit and starts rubbing small,antagonizing, slow circles. you’ve gained desperate for him.

“ed’s, i need you” you say in a breathy moan. he pulls your underwear down around your thighs slowly sucking on them as he goes,leaving small dark marks holding eye contact with you, you almost cum and he’s barely touched you. he gives you a smirk, and begins to lick up your thighs, he lets out a low deep groan when he sees the pool of wetness starting to form on his sheets below you. “are you ready baby?” you practically beg “fuck, please eds, i need you so bad” “what a greedy little slut.” he tsks licking up and down your folds and connecting with your clit, flicking his tongue over your swollen bud. you lace your hands in his hair pulling tightly,grinding into his face causing him to let out a deep moan sending vibrations through your core. “you taste fucking amazing” he says lapping up all your juices, beginning to suck harder, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a high pitched scream. “fuckk,eddie, baby, your doing so f-fucking good don’t stop”

his hard cock is strained against his tight jeans causing him to rut into the mattress to find some relief.

he brings his other hand up and teases your core, slowly sliding a finger in “f-fuck baby you feel so good” he pants, you start to feel the heat in your lower stomach “i’m close, baby i’m close don’t stop, your so good baby fuck” a string of moans and praises fall out of your mouth as he slips another finger in finding your soft velvety spot, hitting it over and over. “your taking my fingers so well, i’m stretching out your pussy so nice m-mommy” he moans into your pussy, it’s all so much, his fingers in your dripping core, his perfect lips wrapped around your clit and your hands in his hair. you cant take it anymore, you slowly feel the coil in your stomach coming undone, “eddie i’m gonna c-cum” he scissors his fingers faster and circles his clit with his tongue, “that’s it baby, be a good girl and cum all over daddies face” his words are enough to send you over the edge grasping and pulling at his hair, letting out small screams and whiny moans ,he coax’s you through your orgasm letting you completely soak his face and down his chin. once your finished he slowly pulls away and flashes you the biggest grin , you notice how soaked his face his “oh my god baby i’m so sorry, it just felt so good, and your so good and i-“ he cuts off your babbling “that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen” he licks around his lips and wipes his chin with his arm causing a small giggle to leave your lips. you look down into his lap and see the huge tent in his pants,you smirk…

“now it’s my turn to make you feel good”

part 2 ? maybe possibly, depending on how hard this flops 🫦

edit: i posted a part 2 😏

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gxthicwxrm · 2 years

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'I'm Not Going To Leave You" Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x reader.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader, Steve Harrington x reader

Warning: angst, cursing, blood, flirting with another person, slightly poly steddie x reader

Summary: Steve gets too wrapped up in Nancy, he isn't paying attention to Eddie or the reader, which may have dire consequences.

Word Count: 1754 words

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You watch her timid fingers ghost over his abdomen, going further and further from the wounds the demo bats left. You feel a deep hollowing in your heart as Steve, your boyfriend, looks down at Nancy through his long lashes. Painfully, you watch while his hand moves to brush her cheek, pushing her brown curls behind her ear. At the sight, your heart shatters. A gasp leaves your lips while you turn to walk off. Steve didn’t notice, but Eddie, your shared boyfriend, did. You hurried off, followed by the older rocker, nervously looking around. Before you can get too far, Eddie speaks up.

“Y/N, slow down.”‘ Hearing his voice, you stop and face the older boy. Quickly, Eddie notices that tears stain your cheeks and your bloodshot eyes break his heart. Unable to hold yourself together, a sob breaks through. Eddie moves quickly to catch you as you collapse. You cry into his chest as he held you.

“Y/N, what happened? Please, talk to me. I’m here for you.” Eddie coos, his hand running over your head and holding you close. You try to open your mouth, but tears burn your eyes. So, you take a deep breath before trying again.

“I can’t handle it anymore, Eddie. I’m always his second choice. I’ll never be good enough for him.” You cry. Getting ready to tell him about Steve and Nancy, you glance over Eddie’s shoulder. The sight in front of you breaks your already shattered heart. Steve stands a few yards behind Eddie, his arms holding Nancy as they gaze at each other. Your body tenses as anger flood through you, replacing your tears with rage. Eddie noticing the sudden switch in the air turns to face where you were looking. You watch as the usually sweet, gentle boy’s face twists in disgust as he watches the two embrace each other before breaking away. While the two looked around, suspecting that no one was watching when in fact everyone was watching them.

Steve’s eyes quickly find yours. Confusion flashes over his face as he sees you and Eddie so upset, but it is replaced once he realizes he’s been caught. Swiftly, Steve starts to make his way toward you. In a flash, Eddie is standing in front of you. Eddie stands tall and confident before you as Steve reaches up to you two, confusion and fear painting his face.

“Move, Eddie. I can explain. I need to talk to-” Eddie’s laugh cuts Steve off. If looks could kill, Eddie would’ve been a goner. Heart pounding in your chest, you peer to try to catch Eddie’s face. The boy’s handsome features are blazed with fury as he spits at the other boy.

“You don’t need to do shit expect back the fuck up, Harrington.” His words shoot across the small space between the two young men. Shock hit Steve like a truck as he has never heard Eddie speak to anyone like this, let alone him.

“What the fuck are you talking about? Get out of my fucking way.” Steve moves to push past Eddie, but the rocker dodges him and then shoves Steve hard.

“I’m talking about your little thing with Nance-'' He makes the nickname Steve religiously calls the older Wheeler, “-your friend Jonathon’s leftovers, and how you can’t keep your eyes on your own girl seeing how she has a boyfriend, man.” Eddie points over toward Nancy, who stands off to the side with Robin. Stumbling, Steve finds his footing after tumbling backward before moving to lunge at Eddie.

“Don’t fucking talk about her like that!” Knowing exactly who Steve meant by her, Eddie growls.

“You piece of shit!” Eddie lunges. Before the argument could escalate any further, you speak up.

“Both of you, stop!” You scream. Both of their necks snap in your direction. Their eyes soften at your sight, Eddie’s more than Steve’s, which hurt more than you let it. Their fighting stance eases to a normal standing posture, and both boys' faces shone with curiosity about what you were going to say. With a deep sigh and a quick wipe of your cheek, you decide to move forward, possibly without Steve.

“Let’s just get this done.” You say, beginning to walk off. Steve stutters, moving towards you. Eddie raises his hand to hold him off, glaring at him. Wordlessly, Eddie tells Steve off. With a nod, Steve obliges. You push all thoughts of the babysitter behind you to the side as Eddie comes to your side, his fingers brushing against yours as you two walk to prepare for the biggest battle of your lives.

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“Eddie!” Dustin screams as you watch Eddie cut the sheet. Your heart thumps in your ears as you look around for a way to get into the Upside Down again. Eddie didn’t leave your side when Steve hurt you so, you weren’t going to leave him while those demo-whatever got him. Pulling a chair under the gate and jumping as hard as you could, you reach the opening and pull yourself through. Hard, you land on your back. Breathless and in pain, you pull yourself off the floor and go towards the trailer’s door that rests ajar. Pushing the open, you see a sight that leaves you devastated. Eddie stands in the yard, surrounded by the bats. They swirl around him like vultures attracted to their next meal. Fear struck you hard, but you pushed through, moving towards Eddie. Grabbing a long 2x4 with rusty nails litter through it, you swing at a few bats that go after Eddie as he fights off one in front of him.

“Go back! It’s not safe out here!” Eddie screams at the howling of the bats. You shake your head violently.

“I’m not leaving you!” You holler back as more bats come for you now. Swiping in front of you, bats fall to the ground left and right. To your left, you hear a yelp coming from Eddie. A bat begins to try to snap at Eddie. Swiftly, you reach to grab the tail of the bat and fling it away. Viciously, you stomp down on the bat's head, not knowing one was barling straight for your side. Pain vibrates through you as teeth pierce your flesh. A burning, ripping sensation litters across your stomach as a scream bellows from your throat. Eddie’s holding off a wave of bats with his makeshift shield, unable to tear away his gaze to follow the heartbreaking scream that he knew was yours. As the bats begin to let up, Eddie quickly looks towards you, when suddenly, all the bats drop like flies. His confusion dissipates as he can finally see you without the cloud of bats surrounding the two of you.

You lie on the ground, blood seeping through your shirt as you try to put pressure on the wound. Eddie rushes over, tears brimming his eyes.

“No. No. No. Not again.” He mutters while his hands fly to your abdomen.

“I told you to stay with Dustin!” He shrieks, panicking. You shake your head.

“Then, you would’ve been dead. I couldn’t live with myself letting you do this on your own.” You chuckle. He moves to wrap his arms around your torso, picking you up bridal style as he runs with you, back to the gate. Gently, Eddie pushes you through the hole as Dustin catches you, lowering you onto Eddie’s stained bed. Eddie follows behind. Eddie takes you to his van, jumping in the driver's seat while you lay in the back, Dustin holding your head while you cover your wounds.

“Eddie. You can’t drive me. They’ll arrest you.” You mumble, your consciousness starting to fade as your words slur.

“I don’t care about that right now. We’ve got to get you to the-” Suddenly, the van door slides open to show Steve, Nancy, and Robin all out of breath.

“What the f-” The three start before Eddie shuts them up.

“Steve, drive her to the fucking hospital, NOW.” It doesn’t take more for Steve to jump into Eddie’s place as Eddie moves to the back with you. His hands hold your face. Tears rolled down his cheek before falling into his leather jacket.

“I’m going to be okay. I p-promise.” You stutter as you feel your vision start to blur. Black spots litter your eyesight, whether from the tears or the blood you were rapidly losing. You look at Eddie, trying to memorize every inch of his face.

“I love you, Eddie, and St-” His dark eyes bore into you as you begin to close your eyes.

“No, Y/N. Open your eyes! Wake Up!” Eddie’s frantic words alarm everyone. Steve’s neck snaps as he turns to look at the two of you. His heart shatters into a million pieces. Eddie’s hands are stained with your blood as you lay lifeless in his lap. His last memory with you two plays in his head on a horrible loop. He didn’t want Nancy anymore. He let go of that dream long ago. His six kids, a big house, and a wife. It was a different dream now. One where you and Eddie had tons of dogs. He would wake you both up with kisses and pancakes, and then he’d be rewarded with smiles. That’s all he wanted. Kisses and pancakes. And now, he may never get that dream, and it devastated him beyond belief. Steve had no idea how to fix this as he sped to the nearest hospital, Eddie and Dustin crying over your conscientious form. So he prayed.

He prayed to any higher power harder than he has ever before. He prayed for just one more chance. One chance to make it right with Eddie, and, most importantly, you. He couldn’t fathom losing you and knew if you were gone, he’d lose Eddie too. The pain of losing you and your final exchange would make Eddie hate him forever. So he did the only thing he could and drowned out Eddie’s sobs and pushed the pedal until he couldn’t anymore. Neither of them was going to lose you, not tonight.

Part Two

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succubusmunson · 1 year

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Tell Eddie that you don’t feel pretty, and the next thing you know, he’s fucking you in front of a mirror. His hands are in your hair and forcing you to look at yourself getting stretched open by his cock. “Tell yourself you’re pretty, baby.”

And when you don’t do it, too distracted by his cock grazing your sweet spot, he’ll pull out and slam right back in. “I said,” he pulls your hair harder, making you whine, “tell yourself that you’re fucking pretty.”

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eddies-ashtray · 2 years

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nsfw, 18+ ONLY

when eddie’s hand wraps around your throat, single silver ring pressing into your heated skin, your eyes roll back. when he squeezes though,—surely feeling your heart beating harshly under his rough hand as your brain tingles and becomes fuzzy—that’s what pulls an unrestrained whine from your throat.

“oh, that was pathetic, baby. you’re all hot and bothered from a hand on your throat,” eddie mocks softly, staring down at your glassy eyes and pouted mouth.

you gasp in lieu of a response, tears springing to your eyes. this was already so overwhelming and he’s barely touched you yet.

eddie strokes your cheek lovingly with his free hand as he continues with his dirty words.

“if i pulled these pretty lace panties to the side i’d probably find a big sticky mess between your thighs. wouldn’t i, sweetheart?”

your little hmph is pathetic, but you don’t think you could even allow yourself to say the word ‘yes’; brain far too foggy to really give eddie proper answers. he knows he’s quickly pushing you to that soft, fuzzy place; the place you need to be right now.

“but that’s not the only thing that’s got your little hole drooling for me is it?”

at the light shake of your head, eddie confirms, “no. it’s not.” he’s prepared to give you all the answers tonight. you’re even more sure of it when he continues.

“it’s the fact that you know master’s gonna take care of you,” eddie explains for you softly and you shudder at the use of that specific title. eddie knows exactly what you need tonight. he only uses that honorific on the occasions that you need him to take full control. when you’ve had long, tiring days and no energy left in you. when you’re burnt out and just need eddie to tell you what you want and what to do. you’re just too dumb for any sort of control right now.

“you know you don’t need to have a single thought in that pretty little head because master is gonna do everything for you.”

it’s too much. you need him to touch you. it’s all you can think. no thoughts other than eddie and touch me tripping over themselves in your mind.

almost of their own accord, your hips lift off the bed, attempting to achieve some sort of relief or alert him that you need to be touched or something. you don’t know, you just know that your wet and aching for him.

eddie doesn’t even hesitate. he moves his spare hand down to cup your hot sex, rubbing you over the thin material of your panties. he’s firm and deliberate in the motions; hardly giving you anything at all, barely brushing your clit through the lace with the length of his middle finger.

the contact pulls a choked, broken gasp from you. when his hand lets up on your throat you sigh, a single tear falling down your cheek before eddie swipes it away gently.

the room has long since faded away, along with any other sight, sound, smell, or feeling aside from the gorgeous man in charge above you.

“now. you just lie there and feel good while master fucks you til nothing else matters.”

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blondedmuse · 2 years

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bubble bath sex w eddie……..

"Oh god," Your words were barely a whisper, a hiss from your lips into the skin of the nape of his neck. Your warm breath dressed each syllable as they crashed into skin, his mouth brushing your jaw at each thrust of his hips.

The hot water from the bath Eddie ran for you warmed your body, and you swore you were melting, relaxing after the long day you've had. You moved your head that was once leaning on his shoulder, to in front of his face, your lips entangling with his and your hips still lazily rolling.

Somehow, you could taste the vanilla and lavender bubble bath, bitter on his tongue and now yours. You hummed at the flavor which really just turned into a moan, pleasure coasting through you.

"You taste- taste like soap baby," You chuckled, your words slightly slurred as you pulled back, trying to make your words as intelligible as you could with his cock filling you up.

He didn't respond, he just watched you and you watched him, his grin growing wider as you tried to get the taste off your tongue.

"Love seeing you like this, baby. How do you feel? Better?"

It could've been luck or something like divine timing, but in that moment your hips met in a way that had your eyes rolling and your arms pulling him towards you just a little closer.

You moaned. "Much."

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mysticmunson · 1 year

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lone star: chapter two (sneak peak)

summary: eddie had packed up his things and moved to the big city, indianapolis, but when he enters the fast-growing world of the adult entertainment industry, it gets lonely.

rating: R

part one

authors note: i just want to start off by saying the reception to part one was incredibly overwhelming. all of your kind words means so so much to me, like seriously. always feel free to pop in my inbox or dm's and share thoughts with me or just chat. much love to you all.

part two will be up tomorrow! :) but for now, here's a sneak peak ;)

“I’ll have the number 5 please with apple juice.” You replied, handing her the flimsy plastic menu that she exchanged with a nod. She walked off into the back, the silver door swinging back and forth till it came to a halt.

The decor was 1950s themed, checkerboard flooring with some neon signs teasing 5 cent soda. The shiny red seats at the bar were mounted to the floor, the booths matching similarly across the rest of the place. It was charming, providing a comforting feeling of home cooked meals.

“I don’t think I’ve had the number 5 before.” Eddie spoke, your attention snapping to him as he looked at you, no clear emotion present. But then again, what kind of emotion should he be having over your choice of breakfast.

“It’s chocolate chip pancakes and bacon, don’t worry I have a toothbrush.” You jested while Veronica brought over your drinks, setting down coasters to prohibit the condensation from pooling.

The steam from Eddie’s cup rose to his nose as he put in creamer and sugar, stirring it and watching it go to a lighter shade of brown. Pulling out the spoon, he watched the small tornado within it dissipate before taking a sip, sighing at it going down his throat.

“Don’t worry about it, once had a partner eat tuna and garlic bread before a scene.” He assured, but the small smile on his lips let you laugh, placing a hand over your mouth to regain some composure.

There were some unspoken rules in your line of work. Spending your day physically with or in someone means you need to be extra cautious on hygiene, like showering with nicer body wash or putting on extra strong deodorant.

Even when you would film alone for solos, you took additional routes for cleanliness. There’s very few things more embarrassing than someone saying you smelled bad or were dirty when you were intending to be clean.

Eating tuna and garlic in one sitting is a dangerous concoction by itself, but before a shoot was a whole different type of sadistic. The pair didn’t even sound appetizing, your stomach twisting at the mere concept.

“Did she hate you?” You pondered, but he only shrugged, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took another drink. You took one as well, wiping your dampened hand on your jeans and seeing them go from medium wash to a patch of dark denim.

“Dunno. But you’re the first adult I’ve ever seen order apple juice at a restaurant.” He pointed out, his chin resting on his knuckles looking down at your drink with confusion.

“Are you saying you don’t like apple juice?” You inquired, not being able to believe someone could dislike it. Maybe it seemed childish, but it put you at ease, caffeine would only make you more jittery.

“Not at all, it’s great.” He grinned, tucking some of his hair behind his ear, peering over his shoulder to see Veronica returning with plates of hot food.

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albertdabuttler · 2 years

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written porn

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rainylana · 5 days

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“I love you.”

Eddie Munson x female reader

summary: a night of bad dreams leads the both of you into the each other’s arms for comfort.

warnings: smut, angst to the max, mentions of blood and guts.

“Baby, please, wake up! Y/n, y/n! Oh, God, please, God, no! Wake up! Wake up! Don’t you dare leave me!” He couldn’t move. He was sure he was paralyzed. Your eyes were closed. Were you dead? He couldn’t get up to see. Covered in blood and guts, he laid their, screaming for you, crying.

The bats would be back again soon. He’d have to play dead, but he wondered if he would be dead by the time they got back. He flexed out his fingers as hard as he could, trying to reach you. You had blood seeping from your head. “Y/n, please! Please wake up, baby! Oh, God, help! Help us, please!” He continued screaming. A scream you didn’t hear unless you were watching a scary movie, the blood curdling kind, until Steve, Nancy and Robin found you both.

Eddie was awake. Again. He wondered if you were, but your back was to him and your breathing seemed to be steady. You were asleep. Good. You needed it. His head was propped up with a pillow, his body halfway sitting up. The window was open, a steady draft of wind that was cool against his bare chest. The moon shone a precious gleam that made him look angelic, highlighting the muscles of his torso. The sheet laid rested on his legs, though lay tangled with yours.

Another round of nightmares and deep thoughts, another night of thinking he’d lost you. It had been almost two months, but it hadn’t seemed to have gotten any easier. Eddie thought you had died that night. He’d eventually passed out from the blood loss, and when he’d woken up in the hospital, you were his first thought. When he found out you were alive, critical, but alive, he’d sobbed, completely broke down and thanked God.

Nobody was there. No nurse, no doctor, no Eddie. You were screaming, hand on your stomach, twirling around the hospital floor at three in the morning, demanding to know where he was. Was he dead? Was he alive? You could barely remember what happened. The bats. Oh, god, the bats!

Wayne had found you first, and when you found out he was alive, critical, but alive, you fell to your knees and threw up. You had looked up, face covered in vomit and tears, and thanked God. The nurses had demanded you get back into bed, hooked you back up to your iv and oxygen. It was a miracle you were alive.

Your eyes were glued to the window, staring at the light of the moon, a pale, silvery color that reminded you of your mom’s set of pearls she’d given you. The wind was cold on your face, but it soothed the burn in your chest. Another night, another nightmare. The burn of the memory that you couldn’t forget. You wondered if you ever would. You could tell Eddie was asleep. His breathing was even.

Your relationship had taken it’s toll that night, but it brought you closer together. He thought you’d died. You thought he had died. It created something so grave, so treacherous inside you that only the other could understand.

A tear slipped down your face. You needed to see him. With a shuffle of the blanket, you rolled over and turned your neck to look at him, only to find he was already looking at you with his own teary eyes. He knew what you were thinking. You knew what he was thinking.

You both stared at each other before you climbed over his lap slowly, caressing his face as you did so. You kissed him deeply, your hair falling over his own curls. Your tears blended with his, your bodies hoping to feel anything but pain for one night.

He took off your shirt, leaving you naked before him, and took your nipple in his mouth. He took his time, caressing each and every part of your chest. You sighed in content, thinking. God, where would you be now if you had lost him? You couldn’t bare the thought. He moved up to your neck, his hand cupping the heat of your sex, finding you wet and ready, aching for him to take you.

You pulled at his hair and brought his mouth back up to yours, kissing him desperately and needfully, pouring all your thoughts and feelings into him. He did the same to you, gripping and pulling at you. It was passionate, full of love and sorrow.

He pulled out his cock beneath you, hard and ready and slipped it inside your cunt with ease. You both kept your eyes locked together as you slowly slide up and down his length. He held your hips, guiding you. You couldn’t help it, but you let out another tear, a fat one that rolled down your face so quick he almost missed it.

“I love you.” You cried, rocking yourself against him, the friction building a satisfying pull in your abdomen.

He caught your cry with his mouth, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you flush together, helping you move quicker, faster. He kissed back the words I love you.

The pressure built up in your stomach, growing tighter and tighter, his cock full and prominent up inside of you. He groaned underneath you, pressing his face to bury himself between your breasts. “I love you.” He husked, feeling his cock twitch inside of you. “God, I- love you.”

You were gushing all over his cock within seconds, and he was following quickly after you as he came undone. You collapsed and laid atop of him, feeling blissful, free of thought and torment. He was still inside you, wrapping an arm around your back, he kissed your forehead until you eventually fell back asleep. “I love you.”

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muneater · 2 years

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EDDIE & HIS FAV POSITIONS ™ ┊𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧.

๋ rated. m for mature, minors do not interact.

MISSIONARY — a certified classic. contrary to popular belief that missionary isn't really anything to write home about, eddie was a man who was big on intimacy, it was of importance to him. he liked the idea having you so close to him, the unwavering eye contact, the sweet whispers, watching how you completely give into him while he fucks you into oblivion.

LOTUS POSITION — for that feeling of maximum intimacy of course. he likes how much of a better reach he has when you're on top of him like this. he has you practically reeling, clinging onto him sputtering nonsensicals in his ear while plunges his cock so much deeper, rubbing against that soft spot spongy within you over and over until you're gushing around him.

COWGIRL — as much as eddie enjoyed having you under him, he loved having you on top of him. he didn't mind relinquishing that control from time to time letting you take the reins, if anything he actually preferred it. he loved how greedy you got when it came to riding him, how wildly your hips bucked while you fucked yourself on him without abandon, how seemingly easy it was for you to take what you needed from him and how willing he was to give it to you.

REVERSE COWGIRL — and don't even get him started on how obsessed he is with the sight of you losing yourself on top of him, your plump ass undulating with every slam of your hips down onto his own, how he secretly but not so secretly enjoys the bite of your nails digging into his thighs and how staggered your breath becomes when you're about to reach your end.

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balls-into-laundrybaskets · 2 years

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"i kinda assumed that was obvious..."

suggestions: OPEN

Eddie Munson x Reader!Gender Neutral **[18+]**

summary: After a particularly long D&D session, you get ready to go home but Eddie asks you out on a late night adventure

tags: mutual!pining ; foreplay ; fingering ; protected sex

wc: 21.5 k

It was another long night of playing Dungeons and Dragons across the Hawkins High School gymnasium. You had all started at 8 o’clock sharp and the time was now encroaching on 10:30. The snacks had run out and your friends were starting to nervously glance at their watches, wondering if they were going to make it out by curfew.

Hellfire’s eccentric DM, Eddie Munson, leaned forward in his seat, his hands clasped together and brought to his lips. He watched as his players attempted to crack his latest dungeon puzzle and tried his best not to roll his eyes. These people could take on a hoard of skeletons and goblins no problem but when they come face to face with a door? He could practically hear their shared brain cell ping-ponging from each head.

You sat down the table from him. You were shifting through the extensive notes you took, trying to find a clue or a tool that could help.

You were a few months new to Hellfire. You had joined the group after being paired with Eddie in a science lab. It was the day everyone was supposed to be preparing for a test but, instead of taking notes on the lesson, Eddie was crouched over his composition notebook and scribbling furiously. You couldn’t help yourself so you innocently asked what he was doing.

“I can’t decide whether I want to have them fight 3 orcs or 4,” he said.

“O-Orcs? Like in Lord of the Rings?” you asked.

His ears perked up. “You’ve read Tolkien?”

“Yeah. It was a bit of a slog to get through. He really does go on and on about trees,” you responded smartly.

With this he started to chuckle. “If you must know, I’m planning an attack for my D&D campaign next week.”

“Now you’ve lost me,” you smiled.

“I run the Dungeons and Dragons club, Hellfire? You know, we wear these cool t-shirts.” He said, gesturing to the faded tee under his jacket. The scary red demon sneered back at you.

“Did you make that yourself?” you laughed.

Eddie beamed, “I did, indeed. This is genuine sharpie!”

You leaned into him and smiled, “Where can I get me one?”

“You gotta join Hellfire,” he smirked in an impish way, “Unless you’re scared.” He held out his hand for you.

“You don’t know the lengths I’d go for a free t-shirt.” You shook his hand.

Many long nights later, you established yourself as “Lord Brasinworth Gwynith of Fflewdurr”, human barbarian. It was tough in the beginning, getting the rest of Hellfire warmed up to the idea of a stranger infiltrating the group. Luckily, you knew that they could be easily won over with a few good slices of pizza.

“I’m going to pick the lock using my thief’s tools,” Gareth tried, looking anxiously up at the benevolent DM.

“I’ve already inspected the door, dingus. It doesn’t have any traditional locking mechanisms,” Jeff interjected, “It’s clearly locked by some kind of magic.”

“Then why didn’t you dispel the magic?” Gareth spat.

“Because I used all my spell slots on that stupid mimic that SOMEONE had to try and open!”

Eddie rubbed his fingers to his temples. “ENOUGH!” The two bickering boys fell silent. “We’ll pick this up next week.”

“C’mon, Eddie! We can’t leave it here!” Gareth said.

“It’s just a stupid door!” Jeff followed, “Let’s keep going!”

“Y/N,” Eddie barked, arms crossed, “What say you?”

You snapped up at your name being called. The entirety of the group looked to you for your answer. You could feel the pressure mounting. The only solace you found was in your DM’s warm brown eyes. He started to soften when your eyes met his.

“I think we should come back to this,” you said, “We’ll solve the puzzle better with a clearer head.”

Eddie’s lips turned up into a smile. He rose from behind his folder and gestured to the group. “Until next time, friends.” The rest of Hellfire let out a collective groan and began to pack up their things. You sheepishly began packing your things away into your backpack, same as the others. Player after player left the building, until it was just the two of you.

Inspecting the amount of trash to be cleaned up, you decided to stay behind and help. Eddie silently watched as you picked up loose Hostess cake wrappers and styrofoam cups from the table. Dumping the rest of the garbage in a nearby can, you decided to break the silence.

“You’re very good at making puzzles,” you said. Immediately you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. What a stupid thing to say, you thought.

“I might venture to say I’m too good at making puzzles,” your DM chuckled.

“I mean, it’s not your fault that we’re idiots,” you laugh.

He placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “I’ve never said any of you were! Well, at least not to your faces.” The corners of his lips turn up into a smile, “I’m kidding. I would never call you an idiot, Highness.”

Eddie only called you “Highness” whenever you were playing as your character. He must’ve found it incredibly amusing but he had no idea the effect it truly had on you. Whether you were planning to or not, you began developing a crush on your DM. It started in secret, and you tried to deny it, thinking that you were just excited to play D&D or attending science class that day.

But who’re we kidding?

It was a mixture of his roguish looks and his attitude. You wanted to hear him talk about the things he was excited for, whether that be the campaign, music, books, movies, anything. Where others in the school found him creepy or weird, you found his quirks endearing. You truly didn’t understand how someone so genuinely funny and playful could have such a horrendous reputation. Not that he seemed to mind (or, if he did, he never showed it).

The last of the garbage was picked up and Eddie swung his backpack onto his shoulder. You felt now was the time to start saying goodbye and walk to your car but he stopped you.

“Y’know, I was thinking about stopping by the game store and seeing if they had any new campaigns out,” Eddie said. He had his hands in his pockets, his thumbs hanging through the belt loops. His head was quirked to the left a touch as he looked at you through his bangs.

You blinked a few times, trying to compose yourself in front of this cutie. “There’re game stores open this late?”

“No, but I know a guy who works at the one near the mall.” He stepped toe to toe closer to you, “If we go now, I think he should still be there cleaning up.”

You lower your eyes into a squint.

His impish smirk came back full force on his face, “They also have comics.”

“Alright, I’m down,” you said, “But I’m driving.”

Eddie began to bounce with excitement and you felt a surge of joy knowing it was you who caused it.

***

The parking lot was expectantly deserted at 11 o’clock at night. The neon sign advertising the game store was the only source of light on the side of the street. You put your car into park and began to unbuckle your seatbelt.

Thoughts of Michael Meyers and Freddy Kruger filled your mind as you realized how seemingly alone you two were. This was prime time for mugging and you doubted you had the same battle experience as your D&D character.

Eddie exploded from the passenger seat, oblivious to the dark.

“We gotta go to the back door,” he said. He took your hand in his and began walking quickly behind the store. You did your best to keep up with his gait and quell your heart from springing out of your chest.

The singular lightbulb adjacent to the back door was flickering lazily. A few small bugs buzzed around and bonked their heads against it. Eddie used his free hand to knock a secret rhythm. He gave you a quick wink as you both could hear the scuffling of tired feet.

“Munson,” a man said wearily through the opened crack in the door. His reddened eyes gave you a once over, “And guest.”

“Charlie, we were wondering if we might be able to have a lil’ looksie at your handbook selection,” Eddie said, flashing a charming smile, “Wizards of the Coast. I’m sure you’re familiar.”

“You know I don’t do nothing for you for free,” the man dubbed Charlie drawled.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” Eddie reassured, “I’ve got you covered.”

“What about them,” Charlie said, eyeing you again, “They cool?”

Your eyes widen as both men turn their attention towards you. You’re not stupid. You knew that Eddie delt from time to time. Charlie was clearly a customer.

“I’m cool,” you replied.

Charlie huffed and closed the door. The sliding locks were removed and the door yawned wide with the man gesturing you inside.

“I’ll give you fifteen minutes,” he said as you two passed.

“You know I appreciate you, man,” Eddie said, clapping Charlie’s hand, sufficiently passing off his merchandise. Skipping ahead, Eddie held open the door to the front of the store for you.

You made your way to the fold up table in the middle of the room that was stacked with boxes of single-issue comics. You squealed as you started flipping through the issues one by one.

Beside you, you heard a loud, “YES!” You turned your head and Eddie was triumphantly holding up his prize.

“The Cult of Vecna,” you read from the cover. He gave you the book to read the inscription on the back. “Evil cultists… dark wizard…. hivemind? You think we’re ready for this?”

“After a few sessions, I believe it’s possible,” he grinned dazzlingly at you.

You couldn’t help but begin to laugh. “Eddie, if I may remind you, we stopped the last session because we couldn’t figure out how to open a door!”

“Ye of little faith!” he exclaimed, snatching the book back.

“I’m just being realistic!” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Just you wait,” he smirked, “You’ll learn to eat those words.”

“Does that mean you want me back?” you asked.

Eddie took a pause, reading your face. “I- uh… I kinda assumed that was obvious.” Color rose to his cheeks, “I think you fit in well with the rest of the boys.”

It was your turn now to begin blushing. The corners of your lips quirked up as you turned your attention back to your pile of comics. “Well, uh… you did make it easy,” you said quietly under your breath, unsure if he heard you.

He did hear you. He sheepishly grinned as he drummed his fingers on the book’s hardback cover. He was relieved, the first time that you spoke to him, that you were different than the rest of the kids that went to Hawkins. Normally people avoided him like the plague or else attempted to make his life a living hell. He tried his best not to let it get to him but, in his darkest hours, he would admit that it got horribly lonely. Even Eddie “The Freak” Munson wasn’t prone to bouts of depression.

Having you strike up a conversation nearly threw him off his rhythm. It was a gamble with every person who dared defy the social norm by talking to him. He thought he’d done a good job at creating a vibe that was just weird enough for people to leave him alone but he was uncharacteristically surprised when you became interested instead of repulsed. Especially because he thought you were cute. He also thought he seriously lucked out that you had even agreed to join Hellfire in the first place.

And now you were here with him in one of his favorite stores, engrossed in the comics put out before you. He was completely enamored with the way your eyes would spark with excitement when you found a comic you liked. It drove him crazy when your hair would fall into your face and you’d frustratingly brush it aside, only for it to fall again. He constantly felt like he needed to make sure you were having fun at sessions, always glancing at you from behind his folder to gauge your reactions.

To put it simply, he was smitten.

Eddie turned to see Charlie in the corner, eyeing them, poking at his wrist, letting them know their time was almost up. He picked up a few comics from your pile and put them on top of his book.

“I’m buying these for you,” he said simply.

You shook your head. “No, really, it’s okay. I still have some leftover lunch money in my pockets.”

His eyebrow cocked challengingly and gave a tiny shake of his head. “Nope! It’s been decided,” he smirked, “Consider it as a thanks for the ride.”

Your cheeks flared but you grinned back at him, “At least let me buy you a late dinner. There’s a burger place not too far from here that’s open 24/7.”

He chuckled, “If you insist.”

“I’m not insisting, actually. I can just drive us there whether you want to or not.” You crossed your arms across your own Hellfire branded shirt, “It’s my car, after all.”

“You’re kidnapping me?” he said, gasping scandalously.

“It’s not kidnapping! It’s more ‘driving someone somewhere against their will’.”

At this he laughed loudly, causing your heart to twinge in happiness. Eddie slapped a couple of bills onto the counter where Charlie normally rang up. The two of you exited the shop from the front entrance and dumped the merchandise in the back seat of your car.

You sped down the road with the windows down and the radio blasting. There was a chill that still lingered in the air from the winter months. Your hair flew wildly around your faces as you picked up speed. The moon cast an ethereal glow onto the road ahead.

You pulled into the drive-thru of the burger joint and ordered two burgers and an extra large fry to share. After getting the food, you decided to park in the remote parking lot, under a street lamp. Eddie cocked his seat back, making himself at home, as the two of you shoveled the greasy food into your mouths.

“I did not realize I was this hungry,” Eddie mused.

“I think the last Hostess cake was eaten around 9,” you said between mouthfuls, “And I guarantee you that it was Gareth who ate it.”

He tsked disapprovingly, “Damn Gareth.”

“Damn Gareth,” you agreed.

Eddie snuck a glance back in your direction, admiring the soft glow of the street lamp on your skin. You could feel him staring, and nervously swallowed your last bite.

“What?” you asked innocently.

“Why’d you join Hellfire?” he asked.

You thought about it for a second. That’s a very good question, you thought. It wasn’t like you to be joining random clubs just because a cute boy asked you to.

“I liked your t-shirt,” you replied simply.

Eddie shook his head, “That can’t be it, can it?”

You chuckled, “Are you trying to get me to confess something? Because, if that’s the case, you can forget about it.”

Eddie swallowed, “Confess?” His heart had skipped a beat. “What’s there that needs to be confessed?”

“I don’t know,” you challenged, “Why’d you invite me to Hellfire?”

Eddie squinted his eyes and pursed his lips. He leaned his body casually against the passenger side door, taking you in completely. You watched him carefully, your eyes never straying from his face.

“You liked my t-shirt,” he said at last. You scoffed and tossed a french fry at him. He tried his best to catch it in his mouth and missed it completely. The two of you burst into a fit of giggles. “But seriously,” he stated, “There aren’t many people in school who would be seen with Eddie ‘The Freak’. So, what gives?”

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders, “I never believed in those shitty rumors about you.”

Eddie leaned on the console between you two. “Oh no?”

You shook your head. “Most of them were started by the basketball team anyway and their heads are massively inflated. I knew you were a recluse but you weren’t bothering anyone for the most part.” You felt excitedly nervous as his brown eyes watched you intently, hanging on every word. “I don’t know. You seemed harmless.”

He smiled a crooked smile, “Me? Harmless?”

You watched his lips part and wondered if it was getting hot in the car or if it was just you. “Are you trying to get me to stroke your ego, Munson?”

He noticed your line of sight and his cheeks began to bloom. “I just like hearing you compliment me, Highness.”

Your face betrayed you with a small smile. The two of you watched each other’s lips as gravity began to pull you in. Eddie’s lips were soft, almost unsure of himself. It was as if he were dreaming and he didn’t want things to move too fast, lest he wake up. When he was 99% positive he was awake, he deepened the kiss.

You were overcome by the smell of him. He tasted of old cigarettes and smelled like cologne he probably stole from the mall. You beckoned him into you as you cupped his face with your hands. His hand wrapped around your head, his fingers and rings tangling into your hair. His body leaned forward over the console, pushing yours against the driver’s side door. Your lips parted and he stuck his tongue into your mouth, letting out a soft moan.

Your spine shivered with energy as he leaned further into you, his hand now finding its way to your chest. He traveled from your jawline down to your neck, where he began nibbling on you. A shudder escaped you as his tongue traced circles against your new hickie.

“Go to the backseat,” you urged. Without another word, he slipped over the console onto his back, shoving the books off the cushions. You followed him over, straddling him.

“Y/N,” he moaned as your lips reconnected. You began to grind on him, feeling his excitement poke through his jeans. His hands found their way under your shirt, where he began to grasp and fondle you. You returned the favor and started marking him along his neck. Your fingers also toyed with the edge of his shirt, skirting it up to expose his torso.

He sat up with you and pulled his shirt away, revealing more poorly done stick’n’poke tattoos. Both of your breathing became heavy as you crashed together. Your head knocked against the glass but you were too busy to care. He began to fondle you against your pants and you could feel yourself becoming wet with desire.

“I want you,” he mumbled into your skin. You were practically a puddle in his hands.

A loud rapping startled the two of you and a flashlight beam broke through the window. A patrol officer shined the light on the both of your faces with a disapproving scowl.

“Am I interrupting anything?” The officer asked when the window rolled down.

Eddie sighed begrudgingly, not looking the intruder in the face. “No, officer. We were just leaving.”

The officer clucked his tongue, “Yeah. Sure you were, Munson.” He turned the blinding beam on you, “Get going. I’m sure your parents are expecting you.”

You gave a curt nod, shifting up in the seat, red with embarrassment. “Yessir.”

“You could do a lot better, y’know,” the officer finished, walking back to his patrol car. You glared daggers in his direction. Eddie flipped him off.

“Fucking asshole,” you grumbled under your breath. You climbed over the console again and into the driver’s seat. When you both were situated, you cranked the gears and gunned it in the opposite direction.

***

The car came to a crunching halt on the gravel outside Eddie’s trailer. The two of you had sat in awkward silence the entirety of the trip.

“Please don’t take what that pig said to heart,” you said carefully.

“It’s fine. I get it all the time.” Eddie gave you a reassuring smile.

“That doesn’t make it any less okay,” you interjected, “You’re a good person.”

Eddie pursed his lips again and averted his gaze to his hands on his lap. After a pregnant beat he spoke. “Would you like to come inside for some coffee?”

You glanced at the clock on your dashboard. 12:45 a.m. Your parents were probably wondering where you ran off to.

Fuck it.

“Absolutely,” you said.

The trailer was exactly what you expected to look like on the inside. It was dark, even with the lights turned on. The constant drone of the generator outside provided ambiance. Eddie shrugged out of his jacket and looked around sheepishly.

“I swear we clean… sometimes,” he grinned, embarrassed. You didn’t care in the least. You could tell his demeanor had changed. He was self-conscious, now that you were standing in his living room. It was a complete contrast from the confident swagger he exuded in school. However, you couldn’t tell if it was from the officer encounter or if he was becoming shy due to what happened between you in the backseat of your car.

Eddie rinsed out the stained coffee pot next to the sink and threw away the old grounds. He became extremely aware of your presence in his home. It was exhilarating having you near him, among familiar territory. He didn’t bring just anyone over.

After starting a new pot, he turned to you, “W-Would you like to see my guitar?”

“I’m offended you even have to ask,” you replied, hoping to break up the tension. His familiar crooked smile spread on his face once again as he took your hand in his. He beckoned you into his room in the back of the trailer. A stunning electric guitar hung on the wall adjacent to the bed. He dismounted it and strung it around his shoulders. You couldn’t suppress a giggle. He looked so hot.

He took a seat on his bed and gestured for you to join him. “Now, don’t judge me. I’m still learning this song,” he started. You blinked cutely and propped your head up on your fists. He grinned, shook his head and began to strum.

The music came out fast and lively. It stank of hardcore metal, which your DM was infamously fond of. He bobbed his head to the beat as his fingers started to shred. You watched those fingers, mesmerized, and crudely wondered what they’d feel like inside you.

He stopped suddenly, “That’s about as much as I can do so far.”

“Metallica, right?” you said.

He started to golf clap. “Very good! Someone has been doing their homework!”

“It’s only one of the few bands you constantly gush about 24/7,” you giggled, crossing your legs.

“So you were listening!” He brought his hands to his heart in admiration, “Sometimes I wondered whether anyone was.”

“It’s hard to ignore when you do. Your face gets all jumpy.”

He barked out a laugh, “Jumpy?”

“I don’t know how to describe it! You just twitch! I don’t know,” you laughed with him. “It’s cute.”

Eddie hid his face behind a chunk of his hair, “You think I’m cute?” He was as red as the demon on his shirt.

You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. It only ended up falling in your face again. “I kinda assumed that was obvious.”

Eddie reached across the way and brushed your hair aside. Your skin tingled where he touched you. His hand lingered by your ear.

“I would really like to kiss you again,” he murmured.

“What’s stopping you?” you asked breathlessly.

He shook his head as he shrugged his guitar off his body. His hands grasped the sides of your face as he pulled you into him. Your lips molded together as if they’d never been apart. He brushed more hair out of your face and began to kiss you all over. Your hands found their way to the hem of the Hellfire shirt once more and yanked it off of him.

He began to climb on top of you, gently guiding you down onto his mattress. You started to work on your own clothing as his hand skimmed your hot skin. You couldn’t get naked fast enough.

With you now shirtless, Eddie worked his way down your neck and past your collar bones, leaving in its wake, a trail of wet kisses. He grappled onto one of your nipples, causing your breathing to hitch in your throat. You took this moment to wrap your legs around his torso, slamming his pelvis into yours. He was throbbing.

You palmed him through his jeans. “Get them off me,” he hissed. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his boxers along with his pants. He kicked them off and you could finally see what he was packing.

It was thick like a can of soda.

“Fuck me!” you said incredulously.

“With pleasure,” he growled. His hand reached into your pants and he began to rub you. You let out a sharp gasp as your body erupted with pleasure. You helped to undo your own pants and they were carelessly tossed to the floor.

Eddie’s hand grabbed your waist, squeezing tightly. He rubbed you harder and faster now. Your back began to arch as your mouth opened in a silent scream. Your legs were becoming numb.

“You’re so cute,” he gasped, “You’re so fucking cute!” He slipped his fingers inside, earning a yelp. He pumped and twiddled inside you. Now you knew what it felt like to be his guitar.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, “I-I can’t! I’m gonna-!” A shudder rocked through your whole body, leaving you both wet and sticky. You collapsed onto the mattress, sufficiently sweaty and panting. Eddie brought his fingers to his lips and tasted you.

Your head was spinning. Where the hell did he learn to do that?!

“Is it your turn now?” you panted.

Eddie bit down on his lip, “You want to?”

You looked down at his still throbbing cock and nodded vigorously. “Consider it pay back for dinner,” you grinned slyly.

Eddie threw his head back and groaned. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

He frantically reached for a rubber inside his night stand and tore the wrapper open with his teeth. You reached up and kissed him hungrily, stroking him as well. He bit at your lips as he rolled the condom down his shaft. He positioned himself between your legs and stared deeply into your eyes. You nodded once more and you could feel the tip begin to enter. You hissed as he plunged further into you.

Eddie pumped slowly, reading your reaction. Your legs clamped around his waist tightly and your fingers began to dig into his back. Attaching his lips once again to your neck, he gradually picked up speed. The mattress box creaked with every thrust, making noisy music with the generator outside.

Eddie grasped your ass in both his hands. The only noises he made were those of shuddering gasps and occasional whines. Your toes curled as you felt every last inch of him slam into you. You couldn’t think, you could hardly breathe. Even if you could manage a cohesive thought, you never would’ve imagined your night ending with you being plowed by your DM.

Likewise, Eddie would’ve never guessed he would be burying his dick inside you just a few short hours after your D&D session. He’d need to remind himself to buy a lottery ticket before his luck ran out.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he grunted, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck fuck fuck! Y/N!!” You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he came inside you. At last, you two crumpled on top of each other, panting like you both ran multiple marathons at once. Once he regained himself, Eddie propped himself up on his elbows. His long hair skirted across your sweaty face. His eyes searched yours as you both erupted into laughter. “Are you alright?”

You nodded contented, smiling large, “I’m good! Are you?”

“Better than I’ve felt in a while,” he responded. He placed a sweet peck on your forehead. “You still want some coffee?”

You returned the kiss, “It’d be a waste to refuse otherwise.”

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l0velysmut · 1 month

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family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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munsonsguitarp1ck · 2 years

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i want you

warnings: 18+,weed use,slow burn kinda, fingering, hand job, p in v unprotected sex, nipple play, cream pie, praise, slight degradation, choking, EDDIE IS ONE VOCAL MF I STAND BY THAT 🙏

a/n: i wrote this blazed out of my mind so it’s kinda all over and i’m too lazy to double check it so i hope it doesn’t suck ass 😍😁

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before eddie met you, he thought that female metal heads didn’t exist.

that it was a load of bullshit.

he figured they were all posers.

that was until he saw you first day of freshman year with a baggy iron maiden shirt on, the day after that a metallica shirt…and the day after that a dio shirt, it went on for the rest of the year.

he thought he was dreaming at first, always admiring you from afar but also slightly judging, he kinda figured you wore the shirts cause they looked cool, until one day in sophomore year when you walked up to him and whispered in his ear

“hey, i heard you sell…y’know..” you make a gesture like your smoking.

from that day on you two became completely inseparable. you both were madly in love with each-other but to shy to ever admit it. all of your friends knew about your guys secret love for each other too which made it even more complicated.

you guys knew everything about each other and when i say everything i mean absolutely everything.

one night eddie invited you over to do the usual, smoke weed and make fun of cringey films, your favorite pastime.

you laid spread out on top of him on the couch, passing the joint back and fourth . a few minutes went by and eddie hadn’t passed it back.

“eddie stop hogging it, give it back” he just held it above your head and laughed as you struggled to reach it, you had enough and stretched out to reach the joint above his head, your tits right in his face. you didn’t think much of it,just sitting back down the joint in between your lips.

but eddie on the other hand, had already been semi hard with you laying on his lap but after that he was fucked. he hoped you wouldn’t notice and he would just sneak off into the bathroom and take care of it but..

you noticed, you noticed almost immediately you could feel it digging into your inner thigh, you thought maybe it was something in his pocket.

you knew damn well it wasn’t.

to be sure it was what you thought it was, you scooted back closer to his crotch until he was pressed against your ass, a small groan falling from eddie’s lips.

it was what you thought it was.

you felt your pussy start to become wet, you didn’t know if you should act like you didn’t know what was happening or if you should take charge.

you decided,fuck it.

you put the joint out and set it onto the ash tray, pressing your ass back against him as you reach over to the table,causing another groan from eddie. he grabs your hips “careful sweetheart, i don’t think you know what your doing” you did it again, this time a small whine leaving your mouth.

now eddie understood, you wanted him.

he flipped you around so you were facing him, “are you doing this to be a tease? because it’s working” he chuckles lightly. you decided to not tip toe around it.

“i want you.”

he smashes his lips against yours, his hands wrapping around to your lower back just above your ass, groans leaving both of your lips as he slips his tongue into your mouth. your tongues fighting for dominance.

eddie slowly pulls away and you pout at the loss of touch, he smiles and starts to kiss and suck down your neck, leaving small marks as he goes. he finally makes his way to your chest, he pulls lightly at your shirt, “can i take this off baby ?” you shake your head yes. he pulls your shirt above your head and groans at your lacy black bra “fuck, your tits are perfect” he mutters, he reaches around your back un clasping your bra.

his tongue licking around your nipple while his other hand finds his way down to your pants. you cant help but let out a loud string of whines and groans. he’s making you feel so good and he hasn’t even got his cock out yet.

“i’m gonna take these off now, is that okay?” he says motioning to your pants, you nod your head, “that’s not enough baby, tell me with your words” “please take them off eddie, i need you to touch me” “good girl” he reaches down unbuttoning them and shimming them down to your ankles.

he runs his thumb over your clothed cunt “so wet” you let out a moan, hinting at him to keep going. he pulls your panties down, and begins to run his fingers through your folds, finding your sensitive bud, he starts rubbing slow circles, small moans leaving your mouth,he picks up his pace, causing you to clench around nothing. his hand reaches back up toying with your nipple.

“eds i want- no i need your cock, please ?”

“such an impatient girl” he tsks.

he pulls away to unbutton his jeans and slide his pants and boxers off of his legs. his cock right in front of you, red, dripping with precum. you knew he’d been big, but he’s bigger than you expected.

you reach out and place your hand around his cock slowly pumping up and down causing him to let out a deep groan.

you straddle his hips and line yourself up with his cock. “are you ready?” he asks “yes please” he grabs onto your hips and slowly sinks you down onto him. you groan in unison.

he fills you up perfectly.

after you adjust to his size you slowly start to bounce up and down. moans falling out of your mouths uncontrollably.

“your pussy feels so fucking good, god damn it” he throws his head back in pleasure your wetness dripping down to his balls. you place eddie’s hand around your neck signaling that you want him to choke you, he wraps his hands around your throat applying light pressure, a moan escaping your lips “such a fucking whore”. his lips cling to your chest leaving dark purple marks decorated all over “now everyone knows your mine, this pussy belongs to me” his words encouraging you to bounce harder and faster. he massages your ass before he lays down hard smacks, leaving hand marks. you swear you can feel him i’m your stomach, his cock hitting the perfect spots. “eddie baby, i-i’m gonna cum” he reaches his hand down to massage your clit adding more pleasure. you’re a moaning mess. “fuck, i’m so close”

“i want you to cum in me eddie please baby”

“god, you’re a man’s fucking wet dream” he chuckles.

he grabs your hips bouncing you faster and harder, you can feel the warm heat in your stomach. “oh my god eddie- i -i think i’m squirting” you groan. he looks down to see you absolutely soaking his dick and his upper things, “oh my fucking you’re so hot” he groans before filling your pussy with cum.

you ride him through his orgasm, after you both come down for your highs, he looks up and smiles at you.

“can we have sex like this every movie night?”

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Hi! Hope you’re doing well! If requests are opened: fake dating fic with eddie munson where he wants to impress/make Chrissy jealous— and he later realizes that he actually likes reader?

Fake Dating- Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

Warning: smut, angst with happy ending, cursing, fem reader, making out, dirty talk

Summary: Eddie and reader are fake dating to make Chrissy Jealous, but real feelings come out and threaten their relationship.

Word Count: 3,313 words.

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Note: hey guys! This is my first smut in a while so please let me know what I can do to improve!! Thank you for your requests!I loved this one so much!!

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It all started with a guitar pick. You've been watching Eddie from the background since you were kids. Before finding his friends and D&D club, he sat at a table far in the corner of the crowded cafeteria. You found your spot at that table on your first day, the mid-second semester in the fall. He was the only person who attempted to be nice to you.

He'd ask about your books or sketches, and you'd ask about his tapes. Gleefully, He'd dance in his seat while plopping his headphones over his ears, heavy metal music blasting through the speakers. Over time you found songs you enjoyed and just before he left for his D&D fanboys, he made a mixtape of all the songs you liked for you. That was the day you knew you had fallen for Eddie Munson.

After he found his group, he stopped talking to you. First, he waved at you in the halls when you passed each other, both avoiding eye contact, faces heated. Then, you didn't even get a glance from him. It hurt, but you tried to move by burying yourself in homework and extra credit, maxing out your library card every two weeks, and studying harder and more often—anything to relieve your thoughts of Eddie.

It took you three months to make your heart stop caving in every time you saw a glimpse of brown curls around the corner or his signature vest. Walking past Eddie, you wouldn't flinch away or cower, no longer dodging his class route. That was until he started meeting Chrissy behind the bleachers. Truly, you believed that he and Chrissy had started to see each other but one day you walked into the bathroom and overheard her practicing what she would say to Eddie.

"Hello, Eddie, right? I was gonna ask about some……weed? Would weed even fix this shit? Ugh, I can't do this!" She angrily mutters to herself as you wash your hands, quickly leaving, wiping your wet hands on your flannel. That was when you decided you were happy for Eddie and wished him the best, even if it wasn't you.

Sometimes, you caught him looking at you and your heart tugged for a split second to him, begging you to tell him how you felt about the rocker but you knew it was never going to be. You weren't on his radar, you never were.

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It was third period, English, and the class was about over. Mrs. Landon was wrapping up her lecture as the students packed our bags. The bell rings loudly above us as it signals the end of the school day, and cheers can be heard as students rush into the halls and out the doors. Needing to drop off some overdue library books, you head to the library to drop them into the library bin. Pushing past your peers, you reach the drop-off bin, pushing the flap open and shoving your stack of books into the opening, a soft thud signals they've reached the bottom basket.

Satisfied, you turn back down the hall to make way to student parking, but to do that you need to pass Eddie's Hellfire room. Typically, he and the boys would already be well into their campaign by now, but uncertainty made you hesitate at the top of the hall. Begrudgingly, you start to drag your feet down the hall, ready to lay in your comfortable bed and listen to your favorite records.

Passing the club, loud cheers vibrated out into the empty hallway. Rushing down the hallway, your foot slides on something, knocking your feet from under you causing you to land on your ass. With a yelp, you let yourself lay there for a moment. What the fuck? You ask yourself while starting to sit upwards, looking at what made your trip. A silver chain with a black guitar pick. Instantly knowing who it belonged to, you grab it as you stand up and turn back towards the door. As you start to step forward, the door swings open.

"Yeah guys I just need to find my guitar pick! It can't be far." Eddie barrels out of the room, looking back at the boys that sat at the table inside. Stunned, you stand there unsure of what to do next except silently holding the necklace out to him. Turning around, he's startled when he sees you, jumping subtly.

"Oh, hey…..Oh! You found my necklace! Wow, thank you so much, gorgeous." Eddie takes the necklace, happily putting it back on as you short circuit at the name he used.

Gorgeous.

Just like old times. Hating how your heart was beating out of your chest, you try to push the nickname away, brushing it off as nothing but an old habit. He probably calls her that now.

"Y-you're welcome! I kinda fell over it." You awkwardly chuckle, brushing out your shirt to avoid those piercing brown eyes.

"What? Are you okay? Do you need to see the nurse?" His question makes you look up to see his brows furrowed, face twisted with genuine worry as his hands rest over your shoulders, lighting a fire you thought you put out, indefinitely. Shaking your head, you shrug him off, much to his dislike as he scoffs, pulling his hands away.

"I'm fine, Eds. I am." You say, firmly. Reluctantly, Eddie nods before a light bulb goes off in his head.

"Oh, I wanted to ask you something. It's a really big favor and is a lot to ask, but you are the only one I trust to ask this. You can definitely say no, I would never make you do anything you didn't want-"

"Eddie, get to the point. I have to go to work." You wanted more than anything to stay and talk with him, but he wasn't yours to talk to. You could never have him the way you wanted, so why torture yourself?

Hurt shadows over his features before he shrugs it away.

"I was hoping you'd pretend to be my girlfriend for a week or two. Just until I can get Chrissy jealous to see if she does like me." He rushes out, scared you'd cut him off and say no.

What The Fuck? Staring at him, you stay silent, trying to process the words he said.

" You want to make Chrissy jealous? Why aren't you two already dating?" You ask. He shakes his head quickly. Heart pounding in your ears.

"No, we met up for a deal, and then she gave me her number and we just started to hang out for a while. Will you do this for me? Please?" Eddie's voice is filled with sincerity as he pleads with you, lip pouting. To your surprise, you find yourself looking into those pretty eyes and melting.

"Yes, Eddie. I will." You sigh. That was the day that everything went downhill.

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It started with hanging out with him in his van or at his trailer before Chrissy would get there then you'd hug him goodbye, leaving as they did their deal and hanging out. Quickly, you two became close again, he started to drive with you to school in the mornings and evenings. He'd invite you to his lunch table and club meetings. It warmed your heart but it didn't erase the fact that every time you remembered Chrissy you'd leave with a sick feeling in your stomach, feeling dirty and wrong. But you loved Eddie way more than you would ever admit and you tried to fight it for so long but you couldn't anymore.

You were sitting on Eddie's bed, wrapped up in his blanket as he tried to find something.

"Eds, what are you doing?" You giggle as he zooms around the room.

"I got something for you and I'm trying to find it. I left it here..somewhere…there it is!!" He picks the items up, putting them behind him as he turns to face you, smiling. "Found it!" He slowly crawls onto the bed as you rest on the edge. He sits on his knees in front Of you, his scent washing over you.

"What is it?" You look up at him as you both maintain eye contact, him hovering over you as you lean closer. Suddenly his arms whip out from around him, holding a beautifully polished copy of Jane Eyre, your favorite book.

"Ta da!" He exclaims as you stare in shock, jaw slack.

"I can't believe you got it for me. Oh my god, I could kiss you, right now! Oh, it probably cost so much, you didn't have to, babe." The name slips out before you could catch it causing his brown eyes to fly to your worried ones as you two sit in tense silence as something was unleashed in the two of you.

"Do you…do you like it?" He whispers, leaning closer to you as you start to fall backwards on his bed. His hands find your thighs while one moves to rest beside your head, holding him above you as you lay flat against his pillows, dropping the book beside you two, falling to the floor.

"I love it." You say, not just meaning the book but the spark that was ignited between you two as you kept staring at his full lips.

"Good." He smiles down at you, necklace dangling in front of you, the necklace sends a reminder of how you two got where you are, but instead of feeling the usual shame, you push it away and enjoy the feeling of Eddie's body against yours. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he leans in, connecting your lips. A moan breaks out of you causing him to grip your sides, slipping a moan of his own out. Your legs intertwine with his as he grinds down on you, your tongues swirling together.

Kissing Eddie isn't what you expect, it was better. His lips meld with yours perfectly as his hands roamed your body. Grabbing your thighs, he makes you wrap your legs around his waist as your clothed cores grind against each other. His lips move from your lips to down your neck, leaving small love bites down your skin, covering your collar bones in hickies.

"Eddie," you moan. "Oh, Eddie!" His fingers slide under your waistband of your shorts and ghosts over your panties, circling over your clip.

"Is this alright, princess?" He asks, voice gentle but husk with lust as he waits for approval.

"Yes, yes, please more." Pathetically, you beg and whimper under him as he smirks down at you.

"Okay. Okay. No need to beg, baby. I've got you, babygirl." He groans as you move your hand down his chest to grip his hard on through his boxers. His hips buck into your hand when he suddenly pulls away from you.

Scared he's changed his mind, you look up at him to see him ripping off his shirt before his hands grip your shorts, pulling them off of yours slowly. Helping him, you pull your shirt off of you, sitting up. Throwing your shirt to the side, you begin to leave a kiss across his tattooed chest.

"Can I take your bra off, baby? Is that okay?" He asks, hands hovering behind you.

"Yes…," you pause. "You can do whatever you want to me, Eddie. I am yours." You say those three words in replace of the ones you so desperately wish you could say. But he is only yours at this moment, not forever. Growling, Eddie unclips your bra and hooks his finger on your underwear line and yanks them off of you, leaving you bare in front of him.

"Oh God, princess. You are so much more perfect than I ever imagined. You're so beautiful!" He admires you as he pulls his own underwear down, exposing his length. Starstruck, you let your eyes fall over his naked body as you soak in every inch of never seen skin. In this moment, you pretend he is yours as much as you are his and let yourself have him. Gently, he gets back onto you as your hands roam his body while you litter hickies all over his chest and neck. Wrapping yourself around him, he lines himself up, kissing your neck and jaw before hesitating.

"Are you sure this is what you want? It all kinda happened suddenly and I don't wan-

"Eddie, I want you to fuck me. I've been wanting you to fuck m-" He doesn't let you finish the sentence as he pushes into you. Thrusting hard, you scream as you adjust to his size before you start to meet his hips with yours, grinding on his cock. A heat starts to build in your abdomen as his cock brushes against your soft spot, a whimper leaving your lips as you throw your head back, eyes rolling.

"Oh, you feel so fucking good. So much better than I dreamed of. Fuck." He moans, pumping into you, his words push you over the edge as you tighten on his cock, cummings around him.

"Fuck, Eds. You're so fucking big. Oh, God!" You scream out as he continues to thrust into you at a rapid speed. Grunting and moaning above you, you gawk at Eddie's face as it twists in ecstasy when you roll your hips up to make him hit deeper.

"Fuck." He says as he pulls out and kisses you deeply. "Turn around, baby." His voice is deep and vibrates to your core. Obliging, you get on all fours, arching your back and pushing your ass against his cock, feeling his tip tease your clothes.

"Damn, your ass is so fucking-," His hand smacks down on the soft flesh with a crisp whack. "- Oh, so fucking beautiful." His cock slips back into you, hitting deeper and harder than before when you feel yourself get pushed to the edge, ready to cum a second time.

"Eddie, please. I'm gonna cum. Please." You beg for him to do something, anything to make you cum. Immediately, his hand slithering around your throat as he pulls your back to his chest as he relentlessly pounds into you at a bruising pace.

"Are you gonna come on this cock, again? Huh? You gonna be my dirty slut and cum on this cock. Go ahead, baby. Cum all over me." His words push you as you scream out, pressure releases as you cum, squirt dripping down the two of you as you feel his body go rigid above you before warmth shoots into you, coating your walls with his seed.

"Oh you feel so good." He cups your face, turning you as his lips meet yours, pumping into you two more times before you both fall beside each other. The room was filled with bliss until the inevitable awkwardness floated in. You just had sex with Eddie Munson and ge doesn't even want you. You feel disgusted with yourself as you look overnat Eddie's blissed out expression. Needing to leave, you shuffled to start finding your clothes and started to get dressed. Pulling on your underwear and shirt, you move to gather your shorts and bag.

"Hey, what's wrong? Babe, are you okay?" Eddie says as he gets up, moving towards you after pulling on his boxers. He tries to put his arms around you, but you move away which he ignores and comes closer again.

"Eddie, I'm fine. I have to go." You say trying to pass him but he just holds your shoulders, pulling you in. "You don't need to say anything. I get it."

"What? What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?" He questions, trying to look at you but you twist away, avoiding his gaze. "Please, let me fix whatever it is."

"Why? Eddie, you got what you wanted. It's okay. Chrissy will be jealous when she finds out." You push past him and he grabs your wrist before pushing you against his bedroom wall.

"I didn't do that for Chrissy. I didn't even don't for you." He says as you twist your head in confusion.

"Then, why did you do it? Why would you kiss me? Why?"

"Seriously, you don't know?" He throws his arms out. "I fucking like you, Y/N."

"No. No you don't. You like Chrissy, not me. Don't be mean." He moves to you, grabbing your hands in his, begging you.

"Y/N, stop. I-I love you. I'm sorry It took me so long to realize how much I wanted you. But I want you so bad it hurts. I thought Chrissy would help me see if you had any feelings for me but you just got so distant that I thought you didn't until I saw you and all my feelings I tried to hide started to drown me. I dropped my necklace in the hall as an excuse to leave the meeting..because I was going to try to find you before you went home."

"Well, why did you ask me to make Chrissy jealous if you want me?" You ask, your heart pounding at his confession.

"I panicked. I thought you'd see through it and tell me to fuck off. I never thought it would work but I was so happy to have you back in my life. I was scared that if I told you the truth, you'd leave again." His hands hold your face as he leans his forehead against yours. Shaking your head, you let yourself believe him and lean into him wrapping your arms around his torso.

"I wish you would've told me. I wouldn't have ran. I've had feelings for you ever since you made me that mixtape…I just didn't think you felt the same." You mutter as his nose brushes against yours.

"I should've told you. I am so sorry that I didn't and that I messed this all up. But, I am now. I am here, telling you that I fucking love you. Please let me have the chance to make this up to you. Please baby, be mine?" He pleads with you, confessing something you never thought would be possible.

"I love you too, Eddie. Like I said earlier, I am all yours." You whisper against his lips before connecting them. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you against him and holds you to his chest.

You never thought things would lead up to you being with Eddie. It was something that seemed impossible for you, but you find yourself making out with him in his bed, his heart in your hands as yours is in his. The world couldn't be anymore perfect

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