#eddie thots
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hi! i was wondering if i could have something with virgin!eddie cumming in his pants or too early and he’s whimpering and whining about it but reader lets him know that she finds it hot? thank you in advance if you do it! if not then thank you for letting me ask at least 😊
Yes, yes- and yes. Of fucking COURSE. This is actually one of the drafts I started!! I love this request 💕
18 + MDNI SMUT
virgin!eddie munson x cheerleader!reader
Word Count: ~1.7k
You'd kissed before. Once. It was only several seconds, and he was so awkward and sweet that it made you fall harder for him. You thought that maybe he'd ask you out after that, but sadly, he's been acting all weird and shy around you since. He was still his goofy self, but whenever you stood too close, he would clam up and make up a dumb excuse as to why he had to go.
"Welp- gotta go see my friend John." He'd blurt before clumsily throwing himself into the boys bathroom.
You'd been relentlessly flirting with him for the last week. Week and a half? You lost count. You began upping up the amp a little more each day until he got red in the face and it made you go nuts.
Eddie was at his locker, scratching his nose as he quizzically looked around his basically empty locker.
"I swear it was in here- Jesus fucking Christ!" His back hit the wall as he gripped his chest, eyes wild as he finally noticed you'd been standing just a foot behind him.
"Jeez, you're on edge." You snorted at him.
He swallowed and lightly shrugged before slamming his locker shut and spitting his hair from his lips.
"Don't you have somewhere to be, sweetheart?" His eyes left yours and landed on the obnoxiously loud group of jocks that were trotting down the hallway, all hyped up and ready for the game.
Yeah, in your pants.
"Miss you, Eddie.." You stepped forward once the hallway was cleared and gripped his vest, pulling him closer. A whimper bubbled in his throat.
"Y..you miss me?" Eddie blinked a few times, mouth slightly agape when you took your bottom lip in between your teeth and nodded.
You harshly pulled him from the locker and just a short way down the hall, stopping in front of the janitor's closet and ripping the door open.
"Holy shit you're strong- Oh my god, what are you doing?" He stumbled into the closet and held his hands up as you took your hair out of your ponytail sexily. "Okay- You look like you want to chew me up and spit me out-"
"Eddie." You snapped.
"What.." He breathed, licking his lips as he watched you do the same and letting his shoulders slump down.
"Shut up." You stalked toward him and smirked as he dumbly nodded, placing his hands on your hips as you wrapped yours around his neck and pulling him down.
Eddie's eyes warmly looked into yours, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
"You're really pret-" He mumbled but was cut off as his nose touched yours when you pushed yourself onto your toes.
Your fingers dug into the nape of his neck as you crashed your lips into his. It was harsh yet still sweet, your tongue sliding across his bottom lip before biting down. He made a noise that you'd never imagine he could make and pulled your hips tightly against his and, fuck, he was hard. You wanted to hear that noise again.
You pulled away from him, moving your head back slightly and tutting when he chased your lips. Your hands slid down his body, feeling his heart hammer when they moved over his chest and body shiver when they met his torso and pelvis. Your fingers brushed against his hard on through his tight jeans before palming him firmly. Eddie's hand shot out to grab onto a shelf, taking a few steps backward to lean against the wall. You stepped forward and pressed a kiss to his neck, sucking and nibbling there as he moaned and panted, snaking a hand up your side and toward your breasts.
"You're so hard, Eddie. All I did was kiss you." You laughed and shook your head, placing messy kisses up his neck and along his jaw, his rough stubble scraping against your lips.
"You wanna touch me?" You raised your brows as you looked into his glazed eyes.
"Y-yeah.. right here.." He somehow managed to muster, eyes darting to your boobs that were covered by your cheer uniform. "-please."
"Since you're such a good boy and answered without hesitation, of course. But you need to take my top off." You smirked up at him, another challenge.
Eddie audibly gulped as he pursed his lips. His hands were sweaty and fingers nimble. He'd thought about you touching him so, so many times. Having you whimper as he groped all over your body, chanting his name as you fucked yourself on his cock and he gave you praises. But when it came to actually being close to you, his flight response kicked in. You made him so nervous he wanted to throw up, but this was his opportunity to give it to you the way he wanted, the way you deserved. Hard. Messy. Deep.
But there was one very, very big problem.
He was a virgin and had no idea where to start.
You were completely overpowering him and it wasn't going how he imagined, but he was absolutely loving it nonetheless.
He took a deep breath through his nose and balled the hem of your uniform in his hands before swiftly pulling it over your head, grabbing onto your bare waist and pulling you flush against him.
That tiny spark of confidence quickly faded, but he mentally applauded himself for his brave action and for pulling out a shocked reaction from you.
"What.. what now?" He cleared his throat when it cracked and glued his eyes to the pale pink bra you wore, the lace embellishments looking so delicate against your soft skin.
"Wow, Munson. I knew you had it in you." You palmed him harder. "Touch me."
"Fuck.. thank you." He whispered, groping his hands on the underside of your breasts, rubbing his thumb over where your nipples were under the fabric and feeling them harden.
He watched as the swell of your breasts puffed up as he squeezed, sighing at the sight and leaning down to kiss at the stretch marks on the top of your breasts.
You removed your hand from his crotch and tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him more into you and humming when he trailed his lips up to your collarbone, sucking the skin there and leaving a couple marks right where your skin is exposed when wearing your uniform. He grunted when you tugged and pulled away, slapping his hand on the back of your thigh just below your ass and lifting your leg up. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist. Eddie's nails bit harshly into your thighs as you pulled him tighter, his back up against the dusty and grimy wall of the janitor's closet.
"S-shit." He hissed when you set your pussy harder into his dick, grinding yourself against him and moaning as you threw your head back, your juices soaking through your panties and leaving a patch on his jeans. His grip got more harsh and he shut his eyes tightly when he looked down and noticed.
"Eddie! You're leaving marks-"
"Well l-let them see, then. Will… oh fuck… will s-show them you're taken." He splayed his hands over the crescents left behind from his nails.
He stepped toward the small table and set you down, roughly and feverntly grinding his hips into yours, whimpering as he watched where your bodies met.
"Want you inside me, Eddie."
"Want me to f-fill you up, huh? I can… I can do that-" He choked and stiffened, eyes wide.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck wait stop-" He whimpered, panting and begging for you to stop your movements.
A guttural moan erupted from his chest, his body falling forward onto yours as he bucked against you and muffled his moan against your breast. He made that noise from earlier and it almost made you cum, your legs slightly shaking. There was a moment of silence before he pushed himself off you, guilt and shame apparent on his face.
"God, I really ruined it, didn't I? I'm so sorry- I'll- I'll do better next time, I swear. If you don't wanna do it again, though, I totally get it, this is horrible. Shit, I'm such a loser. It's so pathetic-"
"Eddie."
"What."
"Shut up."
He pouted and hung his head down and looked at the large wet stain on his black jeans, huffing and shaking his head in disappointment. He continued to chastise himself and kicked at nonexistent dirt on the floor.
"Could have made you feel real good, y'know? And it's my first time doin' stuff. I didn't get to... fill you up.." He sighed and looked at you sadly as he whined.
You reached your hands out to him, pulling him to stand in between your open legs.
"That.. was so fucking hot." You grabbed his cheeks so he could look at you, his eyes lighting up in surprise "Like, it almost made me cum, Eddie."
"Really..?" He gaped.
"Alriiiiiight, Tiiiiiiigerrrrrrrrs! The game will start in 8 minutes! Head down to the gymnasium!" Prinicple Higgin's voice boomed from the intercom and echoed throughout the hallways.
Eddie gritted his teeth and quickly placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs, attaching his mouth to your clothed pussy and sloppily mouthing at it.
"Oh… oh my God." Your hands found his hair as you gasped loudly in surprise and pleasure.
"Fuck, you taste good." He palmed himself and felt his dick slightly harden again.
"Last call! 5 minutes everyone!!"
Eddie clumsily unbluckled his belt and pressed his cum soaked boxers against your core.
"Five-" He thrust against you "fucking-" harder this time "minutes?!" Seconds later you comvulsed at the wet sensation, a high pitched moan following your fast pants.
"You.. you came?" He slowed his movements as he came to a stop.
You gave him a lazy nod in response, only having a minute to collect yourself before you had to run down the hall for cheer.
"Woah.. that was hot." He chuckled and grabbed a roll of paper towels, wiping up whatever he could and handing you your shirt before untucking his own to cover the stain on his pants.
"Come over tonight." You softly demanded as you pulled your shirt on and quickly put your hair back into a ponytail. You placed two hands on his chest and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "After Hellfire, of course."
Eddie gave you a wide grin and nodded.
"Of course, baby."
You bit your lip at the pet name, pulling him into a firm kiss before you peeked your head out from the closet, looking at the empty hallways.
You both stepped out and looked at eachother.
"Ew, a freak, get away from me." You jokingly teased as you started trotting down the hall, blowing him a kiss.
"Ew, a cock hungry slut, get away from me." He flipped you off before catching your kiss and holding it to his chest, stumbling backward and grinning as you gave him one last wave and disapeared around the corner.
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Virgin!Eddie munson turns into a mess when you give him head. He doesn’t know where to put his hands so he’s just gripping his knees. When you tell Eddie that he can put his hands in your hair he whimpers in response and immediately puts his hand there pushing your head just a tiny bit. He’s just a whimpering mess.
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Something about this gif and thinking about Eddie winding his hands in your hair, gripping it tight against your scalp and yanking, asking if you want to be fucked like the dirty slut he knows you are
Fluffier version is afterward he’d be so sweet, giving you a peck on the cheek and asking if that was good for you, and dote on you the rest of the night
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Thots on What Best Friends Do
So I’m not technically planning an AU but I will probably write at least a pt 2 or 3….
Regardless, this plot has been brewing in my consciousness for months. I would say how many but I’d feel bad.
Eddie basically starts a Sex 101. There’s just something so…ravenous about someone who has no idea what they’re doing but is so eager to please.
He really plays into the whole religious guilt thing with you, especially considering how many people associate him with demonic rituals. “Poor little angel begging for my cock, how pathetic. How’d your parents feel knowing you’re fucking the town devil?”
He’s such a perv, but only for you. Whether that be stealing your underwear to jerk off with or sneaking pictures of your face to fantasize about later, he has very particular taste and no one could make his eyes stray. Sometimes his devotion gets him into trouble with your friend group, ditching hangouts to go follow you around and stare.
Being best friends with Eddie didn’t go over too well with your folks, but he at least pretends to be an “honorable godly man” in their presence. I actually headcanon that Eds is a devout agnostic/atheist bc how could he still believe in any god faithfully with all that he’s seen
He enjoys sneaking up on you while you’re home, climbing up the semi-sturdy branches of the tree closest to your bedroom window. Sometimes it’s just to spend time with you, other times to make you cum on his tongue while you whimper into your pillows to not raise suspicion with your parents.
Sometimes he “accidentally” walks too close when trying to get past you, making the outline of his erection very evident against your body. He intentionally tries to rile you up, knowing you don’t have the words to describe how you’re feeling besides the fact that he needs to take care of it. And he’s very generous.
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Cockwarming with Eddie when he's touch starved and just wants to hold you 😭
God he’d be so desperate
Eddie who is obsessed with your touch and your pussy and after a long day at work and dealing with bullshit he craves you. Barely even saying a word as he walks behind you and kisses your neck and silently begs for your touch.
That’s how you end up cuddling on his bed with his fave buried in your chest and his cock deep in your pussy. Your fingers run through his hair and he moans when you tug on it. His arms are wrapped tightly around your waist and he just breathes in your scent and feel your touch and you can feel his dick throbbing and twitch when you shift slightly.
He’s so big and you feel so warm and full and its utter peace for both of you.
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steve talking eddie into going to the gym with him and in like a few months time his biceps and back have become more defined and twice the size they were before and he looks so delectable in those little cutoff muscle tank tops 🫠🫠
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I need y'all to send me pervy Eddie thots ..... It's for science ... And blurbs it's also for blurbs
It can be best friend Eddie
Dads friend Eddie
Brothers best friend Eddie
Hell any Eddie is good Eddie 🫠🫠🫠🫶
Thank you in advance my loves
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I could see Eddie pulling a Mrs. Doubtfire. Like you have a little family with him, but you have an argument over a misunderstanding and kick him out for a week.
He thinks it’s a brilliant plan, with his Party City wig, and old lady clothes from the thrift store. He shows up to the door and you open it with your baby on your hip and your toddler at your heels, and he pulls the “hellooooo, dear.” And you’re just deadpan.
“Eddie, I’ve seen Mrs.Doubtfire. Even the kids have seen Mrs.Doubtfire.”
“Who’s Eddie? I’m Mrs… Fire…doubt” Ok, that wasn’t his best. You just roll your eyes, and step aside.
“Ok, just get in the house, Eddie” He grins hopping into the house.
“Can I still play Mrs.Doubtfire though? I was kinda looking forward to it” you smile at your dorky husband.
“Fine but I’m not sleeping next to you as Mrs.Doubtfire”
“But baby, it’s so sexy” he gyrates. You laugh despite yourself and push his shoulder. I guess the fights over.
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when eddie says “welcome to hellfire”
it does something that simmers to my lower body that no poetry could ever explain
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I'm totally not thinking about Eddie and someone texting back and forth links to spicy videos asking if the two of you can try to recreate what you watch when you get home
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18+ MDNI literal p*rn
eddie moaning alert eddie moaning alert
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common tongue of you lovin' me
🍯 honey flavour: touchstarved loverboy smut
🐝 the bees: Eddie x reader
wc: 2.5k
content warnings: nervous Eddie, touchstarved R, smut, dry humping (is it actually dry if they’re both wet…?), cumming in pants, one (1) use of the word “daddy”, light use of the miscommunication trope
foreword: based on THIS anon everyone say THANKS anon. R and Eddie are in their early 20’s, R is on a gap year from college (so me), they’re in a new relationship with each other, I’m writing this while blasted on edibles idk what else to say 0_o
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By nature, Eddie Munson is not a shy person.
Even though his dark reputation in Hawkins hasn’t been completely erased, he still manages to make friends wherever he goes through sheer force of personality. It’s like a magic trick, one that you never get tired of- he’ll pause in the middle of grocery stores to make faces at a baby in a stroller, getting belly laughs out of a stranger’s kid in less than ten seconds while still holding your hand down the aisle. One second he’s right behind you in the record store, looking over your shoulder as you browsed, and the next he’ll be on one knee charming a elementary school-aged kid into getting the latest Dio album.
You’ve seen him flirt his way out of speeding tickets with Hopper, for christ’s sake.
Eddie isn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, so after three months of nothing but chaste kisses and quiet hand-holding, you’re left to assume he actually wants to take things slow with you.
He’s been nothing but a gentleman, in these early days of dating- the most action you’ve gotten from him was unintentional. On your third date, a dollop of his ice cream landed on your lap when he used the cone to gesture, which led him to manically grabbing napkins out of his dashboard to wipe at your skirt while you laughed it off. The second he’d brushed against your bare thigh he snapped his hands back like he’d touched a live wire, hastily heaping on apologies, leaving you to allay his nerves while wiping at the stain yourself.
Which, whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re complaining about him being respectful, per se, it’s just that it’s getting harder and harder (hah) to pretend like you don’t wanna fuck him. The feeling between your thighs only seems to increase in intensity when he gives you one of those precious little hand kisses at the end of a date, or a closed-mouth peck before he drives off into the night.
Unfortunately for you and your wet dreams, Eddie Munson has the most edible body you’ve ever seen. Biceps bulging through those form-fitting tees he likes to wear, rounded nose and strong jaw outlined by that cloud of soft black hair, those lithe hips…
Hips that you’re openly staring at from across the room as you sit quietly on Eddie’s couch. He’s reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, his Metallica tee pulling up out of his dark denim at the motion, flashing a stripe of his pale lower back.
You feel like a Victorian maid seeing ankle for the first time. You subtly press your thighs together under your short tartan skirt as Eddie moves around the kitchen, talking animatedly about the start of his upcoming campaign.
“I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna go easy on the little shits or not,” he says, metal spoon clinking against ceramic as he mixes hot chocolate powder. “It’s Max’s first session as an official player, and I don’t wanna scare her off but I do have a reputation to uphold.”
“Yeah,” you agree, giving him a knowing smile as he crosses the room to pass you your mug- “You’re a DM most fearsome. Can’t let them off the hook too easily.”
Eddie blooms under your praise, wiggling his eyebrows with familiar cockiness as he settles on the cushion beside you. “Gotta keep Hawkins' finest in line. It’s a tough gig but I did swear an oath, after all.”
You smile around a sip of hot cocoa, then reach over to set your mug on the coffee table. Eddie has been sat in his usual manner (knees far enough apart to be taking up his whole seat, arm draped casually on the back of the couch) but the second your knee knocks against his, he adjusts himself stiffly, drawing his arm back with a nervous throat-clearing and a murmured “sorry”.
Normally you’d let it go, not wanting to push the issue past the point of his comfortability. But it’s been Three. Months. Of this. And you wanna test the waters, just a little.
“Sorry for what?” You ask, rotating to face him, your shoulders almost-but-not-quite touching.
He’d doing an uncanny impression of a deer caught in headlights, blinking at you with those doey brown eyes, stuttering his way through a weak explanation- “Uh… uh. Sorry for being- f-for touching you?”
There’s a lift at the end of his sentence, one that you mirror with a tilt of your own brow, a playful challenge. “You don’t have to apologize for touching me, Eddie. I’m your girlfriend.”
He chuckles, a nervous edge bleeding around the sound. The curls around his face dance with the head shake he gives. “No, of course, yeah, I know that.”
“Do you?” You scoot closer, a kick of assertiveness giving you the courage to press your leg against his.
“Uh huh.” He’s gazing openly now at the bare skin of your thigh, like he’s waiting to see if it'll burn a hole into his denim.
When you gently lift his hand and place it on the skin that he’s looking at, you hear him gulp, audibly.
So he does want to touch you. Interesting.
You know for a fact Eddie’s not a virgin. Back in high school, you’d both dated around your respective circles, gossip surrounding escapades in the Munson Van circulating back to you through mutual friends. When he’d asked you out a few months previous, you’d happily accepted, wanting to take full advantage of your interim gap year from college. For the first few weeks, you’d chalked his near-celibate behavior up to nerves.
But now, you’ve got him squirming with just a thigh touch. So maybe… he’s waiting for you to make the first move?
Fuck testing the waters- you’re gonna dive in head-first.
You swing your leg over his lap, kneeling on the outside of his hips. His hands automatically go to your waist, and he lets out a little “Oh” as you rest your arms around his shoulders.
“You gonna kiss your girlfriend?” you whisper, forehead crushing into his bangs as you wrap a hand around the back of his neck.
Eddie looks up at you like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time, eyes sparkling with want. “Yeah,” he rasps, angling his face up to kiss you.
It’s soft, at first, like it always has been. His plush lips softly move against yours, breaking for air once, twice; when he kisses you with that same softness for a third time you press your tongue to the seam between his lips.
He lets you in with a little noise, low in the back of his throat as you lick into his mouth. His hands twitch on your hips as your tongues twine, slight movements in his own hips creating a ripple effect.
When the hard seam of his jeans bumps against the warmth of your cunt, you both gasp, your hand at the back of his neck tightening.
“We should probably, um-” he’s panting against your mouth, grip flexing between hard and soft- “I mean, if you wanna stop…”
“I don’t wanna stop. Do you wanna stop?” you ask, equally out of breath.
“Fuck no,” he rasps again, in that smoke-salt voice, and this time when he kisses you it’s with one hand at the back of your head and the other pulling your hips to meet his.
The noises from the wet slide of your mouths are turning you on more than you care to admit, and you’re sure he can feel the damp patch that’s soaking through your panties as the crotch of his jeans make contact again. Which normally would make you feel really self-conscious, if it weren’t for the fact that Eddie’s hard as a rock underneath you, the bulge in his pants thickening with each roll of your hips.
You drop your kisses down, exploring where you haven’t been able to before: against his cheek, his jaw, stopping just behind his ear. Unable to help yourself, you graze your teeth against the velvet skin there, and he jolts beneath you with a small yelp.
“Sorry,” you whisper, still a touch mirthful but soothing your tongue over the mark.
Eddie brushes his thumb across the back of your neck as you continue your path down the column of his throat. “Now who’s sayin’ sorry for no reason. Baby, I’m begging you to do that again.”
So you do, this time at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, grinning against his skin when he groans and bucks his hips up.
Around your hickey-making, he’s choking out words that you just manage to string together. “I wanna… make you feel- christ, sweetheart- good too, wanna make it good for you-”
When you sit up to see his face, he looks absolutely wrecked- rosy flush in his cheeks, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, pupils blown so big his eyes are nearly black with lust.
“You are making me feel good,” you assure him, pulling the hand he’s got on your neck down to where the end of your skirt sits, pausing before your next move. “You want me to prove it?”
He nods, and you guide him into the warmth of your thighs, letting his fingers graze the stickiness that’s been steadily soaking through the fabric.
Eddie inhales sharply, moans out, “Fuck, honey”, and when his thumb finds your clit you sink down into his touch, stomach tightening with the shock of arousal coursing through you.
He’s watching your face intently as he slowly circles your clit, gauging your reactions, pressing in a bit harder and faster when the pace change makes you cry out.
Feeling doubly exposed with his eye contact and hand against your core, you try making a joke to diffuse some of the tension as the pad of his finger moves against you in steady rhythm. “Still thinkin’ about stopping?”
“A train could crash through that wall and it wouldn’t stop me for a second,” Eddie says, resolute and getting a little braver, kissing his own path across your throat, nibbling at a spot that makes your clit pulse beneath his fingertip and your cunt clench around nothing.
Goddamn, he’s a quick learner. In less than two minutes he’s got you so close to the edge, squirming around his touch, that you have to grab his wrist and still his fingers between your thighs.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. You can feel his breath punching up down up, your breasts pushed up against his chest from the way your body was trying to coil in on itself.
“Nothing,” you assure him, and now it’s your turn to falter around your words. “I just- maybe can I… I wanna get o-off at the same time. If you want. And I’m really, really close.”
Eddie’s head falls back against the couch with a thunk, eyes scrunching shut as if in concentration, a strung-out whine leaving his throat. “Hang on. Give me a second.”
He’s still got his hand on your clothed pussy, and you can’t help but giggle once he blinks back to the present, dazed- “Christ. You can’t say shit like that, baby, I almost came in my jeans.”
You give him a condescending little pout, accented with another twist of your hips. “Well maybe that’s what I want.”
“Give you anything,” Eddie replies, unabashedly babbling now as you adjust yourself in his lap. “Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s yours. All yours.”
He helps you maneuver into a new angle: now, your drenched core can rub freely against his thigh, while your knee in the socket of his hip means he can rut his cock along the flat of your leg.
When you move experimentally in shallow circles on his thigh, the newly-gained friction lights up your throbbing clit. Soon, all pretenses melt away as you both find your rhythm again, little grunts and pants filling the air.
“Feel good, angel? That’s it,” Eddie encourages, slipping his hand under your skirt to grope at the meat of your ass, helping your movements along as he chases his own pleasure with a rocking grind against your leg. “Take what you need. Lemme get you there. Please, please…”
His whines spur you on, one of your hands shooting out to clutch at the back of the couch beside his head while the other anchors itself on his opposing bicep. “Fuck, Eddie, keep talking like that, ‘m so close…”
“Talk to you all day,” he heaves out, “you make me so fucking hard, princess. You feel how hard I am for you? God, you’re so wet, that’s so fucking hot…”
You should have expected that bravado and charm you’ve seen these last few years to naturally be carried over into his sex life, but god, not in your wettest of dreams could you have imagined the mouth on him.
The combination of his dirty talk and thigh between your legs is bringing you right up to that edge again, toes curling in anticipation, cunt starting to flutter erratically with every thrust.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…” your head rolls back on its hinge, eyes flickering shut as Eddie fumbles to catch at your clit again, movements becoming sloppy.
“C’mon, pretty baby, let go.” He’s sucking another mark into your neck between his praises, teeth catching- “Let me see you come, honey, be a good girl for daddy…”
“Jesus FUCKING christ” is all you manage to grit out before you’re tipping over the edge into orgasm, all your muscles bearing down into the bright point of pleasure, high sob winding its way from your throat.
Eddie keeps kneading at your spasming clit as you ride it out on his thigh, even as he lets out a series of short, keening whimpers, even as his cock jerks against your leg into his own release.
You sag into his waiting arms, tittering lightly against his neck as you both work on catching your collective breaths.
“Holy shit, and I was really starting to think you actually didn’t want to fuck me.” You laugh in relief.
His hand pauses mid-stroke up the slope of your back, sounding genuinely aghast when he asks “Why the fuck would you think that?”
You straighten in his arms with an incredulous stare. “Uh, maybe because you acted like a monk that I was corrupting every time I even breathed near you?”
Eddie covers his eyes with his hands, heels to sockets, groaning- “Fuck, honey, I was tryn’a be respectful. You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this sooner?”
You reach to soothe your palms over the length of his forearms, equally fond and serious when you say “I’m telling you I absolutely would have slept with you on the first date.”
He makes a strangled, pained noise before you continue- “You described to me in detail the entire mating cycle of a bat, and then walked directly into a trash can by accident. How did you expect me to wait on jumping your bones?”
He lets you take his hands, enveloping them in your own and bringing them to your chest, pressing your lips affectionately to each ring.
He whispers, “Can I ask you something?”
When you look up at him again, he says, with sincerity, “Can I see your tits next time?”
You hide your laughter into the crook of his neck.
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So I sent this thot over anon a while back(I used to send so many horny thots on anon 😂) when asked what we think Eddie fantasies about when he’s jerking it. The cheerleader thots stuck with me, esp this part:
“I bet he’s occasionally had fantasies where one of them corners him, calling him a freak. He’d tell them to stop and to fuck off, they’d sneer and ask if he wanted them to stop, then why is he hard, feeling the bulge in his pants. Then they’d push him down, teasing him, unzipping his pants, and riding him while he whimpers beneath them.”
I tried writing a little smutty thing for it but it did not come together, I’m not a writer! But this is what I did manage to write:
Bully!cheerleader and I guess sub!Eddie? It's basically Eddie fantasizing about being at her mercy. She's implying he's a perv due to a misunderstanding.
"Just admit it, Eddie." She said matter of factly. He hated how his heart skipped a beat, just from hearing his name come out of her perfectly glossed lips for the first time, the lips he'd imagined wrapped around his cock too many times to count. He’d also fantasied about hearing her say his name, just breathier and throatier. He hates how good it made him feel. She set her gaze on him, as if she could read his thoughts, "You’re-" she shoved two manicured fingers into his shoulder "-a perv, aren’t you?”
"What? No - no, no I-" he said defensively, hands in the air.
"You," another shove back "get your jollies that way, trying to look up my skirt when you think I can’t see." She stepped forward, close enough that he can smell her jasmine perfume.
“No,” he said, his voice catching in his throat, “No, this is a misunderstan-"
"So not only are you-" another shove back, “-a freak, you’re a perv. Can’t wait to tell the entire school.”
“No - Fuck off, stop calling me that, I’m not-“
“Oh, you want me to stop? If that’s the case, then then what’s this?” She asked innocently, mockingly.
She amused gaze lowered until it was on his hardened cock, strained outline clear in his jeans.
Her gaze rose back to his reddened face, holding eye contact and she slowly reached out her hand, skimming his bulge, fingers tracing along the head of his cock.
“Getting hard just thinking about whats underneath this skirt.” She’s close enough that he can smell the cherry of her lipgloss, the same lipgloss he'd imagined smeared long the base of his cock countless times. Humiliatingly the thought makes him harder. She smirks.
“I bet you’d like to see what’s underneath this skirt, wouldn’t you. What if I showed you, Eddie?” She said breathily, playfully.
“What?” His voice catching in his throat.
“What.. if.. I…” she walked her fingers from the front of shoulder to the top, each word punctuated with a step, “showed you.” She lightly pushed down with two fingers, holding direct eye contact with him, as he slowly slid to the floor.
Once he was sitting, he gazed up at her as she lifted her foot and set it on his shoulder, allowing him a glimpse of her pink panties, before pushing him down to the ground until he was laying flat on his back.
She let out a breathy laugh at the sigh before her - the freak of Hawkins high, supposed cult leader, laying flush against the dirty tiled floor, looking up at her with wide eyes, completely at her mercy.
“Oh, but before I do, you show me yours. And then I’ll show you mine.”
“What?”
“I know you’re not deaf Munson, show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” She repeated, voice giving away impatience.
“O.. okay..” he mumbled, fumbling with his belt and unzipping his jeans, wrapping shaking hands around the thick base of his thick cock as he slide the band of his boxers down, his cock slapping his abdomen, before looking up at her expectantly.
She took a moment to examine his hardened length, pink tip already glistening with smeared precum as it cried another drop under her scrutiny. An amused smile creeping up her lips.
“You're so desperate, Munson. I didn't know you were so pathetic for me. Admit it. Admit you’re a perv and I’ll show you.”
“What? You said-”
“I said, admit you’re a perv and I’ll show you.” She emphasized with a soft sneer, fingertips stroking her soft thigh teasingly.
“Okay I.. I’m a perv,” he said after a moment with a shaky breath
“What?”
“I’m a perv.” he said louder, precum now dripping onto his abdomen.
Humming a noise of approval, she stood above his hips, legs on either side, lifting her skirt to show him her cotton panties, lips pressed up against the fabric tantalizingly, the shape of them visible through them. He nearly whimpered at the sight, cock pathetically crying another glob of precum.
“Is this what give been trying to see?” He paused then nodded wordlessly, his eyes glued to the spot, breath ragged. “You wanna see more?” He found himself nodding again. She brought a hand to her mound, middle finger slowly caressing the seam of her lips, then making slow circles around her clit. He groaned, a desperate look on his a face. His cock jumped, aching at the sight, desperate for more, to be buried in the warmth hiding behind the filmsy cotton. She eyed the growing puddle of precum pooling underneath his swollen head, making a mess of his happy trail. “Do you want a taste?”
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“I saw the way you were looking at her. I’m not stupid Ed-”
“Do you want some head?” Eddie asks suddenly, cutting your sentence short. You were in one of your moods and your mouth hadn’t stopped running ever since you left the restaurant.
“What?” your head whips around, meeting his dark eyes, your scowl now replaced with a look of surprise.
“Do you want some fucking head? Would that fix whatever the hell is wrong with you right now?” he grumbles, raising an eyebrow in your direction as he grips the steering wheel tighter.
“I- well, I mean..”
“Thought so. Now please just stop with the damn attitude until we get home.” he gripes, a small smirk appearing on his pretty lips.
“And then head?” you pout slightly, biting down on your plump lip as Eddie rolls his eyes playfully.
“And then head.”
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I’m in love with everything about you. I’ve read through all of you Eddie master list twice now, and I love everything about it.
And I was wondering if you’d feel comfortable writing something about Eddie making the reader squirt for the first time? I imagine a dom/confident/not virgin Eddie being incredibly smug about it. I also imagine they’d both be surprised by it.
You Are
Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, fingering, squirting, dirty talk
“Baby, relax,” Eddie coos. You’re wriggling around against the bed, one of his hands spread over and applying pressure to your lower abdomen while the fingers of the other play you like a fucking fiddle. Your body can’t tell if it wants to lean into the pleasure or escape it, hence the wriggling. His fingers prod repeatedly against that spot deep inside you and you convulse, head thrown back against the pillows.
“Eddie, it’s…it’s too much.”
“I know, sweetheart. I know.” Eddie’s voice is condescending in that way that you hate to admit you love. He leans forward to plant a less than innocent kiss on the swell of your breast. It’s meant to be soothing, but the way he sucks on the plush skin makes you arch your back even deeper.
“If you actually need me to stop, you know what to say,” Eddie adds. He might love to overstimulate you and push your buttons, but there’s nothing but trust and respect beneath the teasing surface. His check in somehow turns you on further and you grip wildly at the wrist between your thighs so he won’t pull away.
“No, don’t stop,” you gasp. Eddie chuckles.
“I thought you said it’s too much.”
“It is,” you maintain, though your grip on his wrist remains a vice as you roll your hips to try and ride his fingers more.
“You’re giving me mixed signals, princess,” Eddie hums. He brings the hand from your abdomen down so he can lightly toy with your clit. You positively sob. “Are you a whore or a cry baby? Which is it?”
“Eddie!” you cry out when he adds more pressure to his circular motion. Your voice cracks on a whine.
“Oh she’s a crybaby,” Eddie says in a less than sympathetic moan.
Out of nowhere the pressure suddenly becomes too much. There’s an urgency causing all of your lower muscles to seize and you arch more fully off the bed with a cry. Unable to vocalize your panic at the way the pressure seems to build beyond the normal level of an orgasm. One of your hands grabs at your breast while the other fists in the sheets, your eyes wide and blind at the ceiling, your mouth dropped open.
“Okay. Maybe more whore–,” Eddie starts to joke at your sudden contortion, but then he’s shocked into silence by the way his thrusting fingers become deluged with liquid. The sound is obscene, as is the smirk that expands over Eddie’s face as he realizes what he’s done.
He’s made your squirt for the first time.
“Oh fucking hell yeah,” Eddie groans. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting his fingers in and out of you harder, his other hand moving rapidly over your clit. The wetness splashes him and you practically scream until finally it ends, your body dropping limp to the bed, your chest heaving with pants.
You’re pretty sure you black out for a second, because when you finally get your bearings again Eddie is leaning over you, kissing your face all over.
“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he says quietly into your ear before kissing you soundly on the lips. You’re still pretty out of it so you blink slowly after he pulls away.
“I thought I was your crybaby whore,” you say weakly. Eddie roars with laughter, kissing the path of your fallen tears on your temple before gathering you in his arms. Despite how sticky you are, he holds you close and you have neither the energy nor the wherewithal to be bothered.
“You are, baby. You are.”
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Thanks for your kind words about my work!! I hope you enjoyed this ♥️
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