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deal with the devil

eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

fic summary: you want to piss off your parents. eddie wants to pass his classes. so you make a deal with each other: he'll date you, you'll tutor him, and you'll both end the year happy. the catch? no falling in love. slow burn romance, enemies to friends to lovers, fake dating, don't fall in love. fic takes place in 1984-85. inspired by 18 by anarbor.

chapter summary: another year at hawkins high, another year with your parents on your back, another year single. or so everyone else thinks. you've come up with a plan over the summer that you think will solve your problems. there's just one problem: getting eddie "the freak" munson to agree to date you.

warnings: this series in 18+, minors dni! afab reader. reader is 18 with an august birthday, eddie is 19. reader has a controlling father. sfw, however there is some nsfw language and mentions of sex. bullying towards eddie. reader mentions being in a physical fight in the past and having to go to a counsellor over it. mentions of eddie's drug dealing.

a/n: i'm addicted to this dynamic, so now you all have to suffer with me! here's to a new fic!

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chapter one: the proposal

Tuesday, September the 4th, 1984. You'd drawn pink and red hearts around the day in your agenda. It was the day after Labour Day, the first day of your senior year.

And the last day you'd be single.

When Eddie Munson had stormed out of the school, cussing up a storm and kicking a trashcan to the ground, you knew he was being held back for another year. He should have graduated in '83, this year being referred to as his "victory lap" by his friends to keep him from feeling like a failure. There wasn't a clever nickname for being held back a second year in a row, though.

Your father, who had picked you up from school that day, had shook his head as he watched Eddie call the principal every name in the book and then some he'd obviously crafted himself. He hurled a packet of papers to the ground and kicked them to shreds with his boots.

"Failing Spanish? How do I know the teacher's a maldita puta, then?!"

"Jesus," you father had grumbled. "Is that Wayne's boy? I haven't seen him since his real father shaved his head. You know he's been in jail for the past six years."

"So?" you had sighed, idly watching as Eddie yanked his van door open and slammed it shut so hard the whole vehicle shook.

"I want you to stay away from that boy, Y/N. He's trouble, and a sweet girl like you deserves far better than him."

You'd perked up, ready to tell him that Eddie was nothing more than the Freak of Hawkins High, that you'd never even given him a second glance, and that Eddie hated girls like you. But then he'd said those three words.

"You hear me?"

And your whole brain had shut down. You'd ground your back teeth, all the other times he'd ordered you around resurfacing in your memory. No hanging out with your cheerleader friends outside of school and practice; no going to this Halloween party or that Spring Break trip; no using the car, no dating until you were eighteen, and certainly no boys at the house. Whenever you were on the phone, he'd get on the line and ask who you were talking to.

"Yes, sir," you'd said.

Eddie had started his car then, revving the engine as loud, angry music blared from his speakers. His tires had screeched, leaving black marks on the pavement as he ripped out of the parking lot, cut off another student, and vanished onto the road.

And slowly, over the course of that summer, you'd pieced together a plan. It was just a silly daydream at first. Something you thought about as you lounged around the house or worked at the department store with your mother. What if you disobeyed your father? What if you dated Eddie Munson? You would turn eighteen that August, and you'd be allowed to date -- his rule. Just the thought of pissing him off made you giggle. And after he got over it, he'd have no choice but to let you make your own decisions. You'd be an adult, preparing to go off to college where he'd have zero input on your life.

Whenever you could, you stopped by the grocery store where Eddie's uncle had apparently forced him to work over the summer. Allegedly, his paycheck was going right to his uncle as payment for all the bullshit he'd been putting him through. You'd scoped him out while he was stacking boxes and working the checkout. He wasn't ugly. You wouldn't have been able to pull it off if you weren't even able to look at him. No, he was actually kind of good looking. His eyes, his smile, the soft slope of his cheek. He helped an old lady reach a cereal box, and you saw him feeding a stray cat on his lunch break. So at least he wasn't that mean, scary metalhead you'd thought he was.

There was just one problem: he hated cheerleaders.

Cheerleaders, jocks, honour students, and people who were more popular than he was. Which, technically, you were. Cheerleading was a sport, so that checked two of the boxes. You were a straight-A student, and were on a direct path to an ivy league future thanks to your parents' credentials. And you had heaps of friends who invited you out everywhere, the final nail in your coffin. You were Eddie Munson's enemy, and you weren't even sure he knew your name.

But you were hot. You knew it. The only reason your father had implemented the "no dating" rule was because you'd been inundated with dates the second your boobs developed. And they wouldn't have made you a cheerleader if you were ugly. It was that simple. Maybe Eddie could hate you for your personality, or your friends, or whatever else he could come up with -- but there was no way he could hate you with his hands full of your tits. Which you'd give him, if he agreed to date you.

Today was your first step: proposing the idea to him. If you didn't have a class with him, you decided you would corner him after school. That morning, you put on your best hip-hugging jeans and paired them with a hot pink bodysuit tucked into them and a pair of white sneakers. You didn't tease your hair; you didn't want to scare him off with too many trends. You pulled your hair up into a pink scrunchie and put on wristwarmers you knew you'd take off by the time it was noon and summer reminded you it was still very much present. Your eyeliner was perfect. Your lips were glossy and kissable. There was no way he would be able to resist.

Eddie rolled into your shared science class fifteen minutes late, reeking of cigarette smoke. You'd made sure to shoo away anyone who dared to sit beside you at your lab desk. He had no other choice but to slump down onto the stool next to yours. He didn't even look at you. Just tossed his bag to the ground and watched the teacher as he droned on about what that semester would entail.

"Hi," you whispered when he was settled.

His eyes flickered over to you, then back to the board.

You cleared your throat. "Hi," you said a little louder.

"I heard you the first time."

Oh. This was going to be more difficult than you expected. When the teacher handed out a worksheet and set the class loose, you turned to face him with a smile.

"I guess we're lab partners!"

"Guess so." Eddie opened up his notebook to the first page, where there was a half-finished sketch of a dragon. At least, you were pretty sure it was a dragon. Maybe a dinosaur. He bent over the desk and began to shade it.

"Okay, so the first question is pretty obvious." You looked at him, waiting for his input. He just kept scribbling away. "Uh, Eddie?"

"If it's so obvious, then maybe you should answer it."

You stiffened, then jotted down the answer. "Well, maybe you can help me with the second question?"

He lifted a shoulder. "I doubt I'll be much help."

"I mean, you could try. Can you do that?"

Eddie's gaze rose to the chalkboard as he worked his jaw. When he looked to you, his dark brown eyes were cold and hard.

"Yeah. I can. But it didn't get me anywhere last year, so what's the point?" He turned back to his notebook. "It's not to late for you to switch partners, y'know."

As he went back to his sketch, you felt frustration burning up inside you. It threatened to come out in the form of an insult. No wonder you fucking failed, you don't even care! But that would ruin any chance you had with him. So instead, you slid the worksheet over so that it bumped his elbow and he had a good view of it.

"Okay, second question," you said, and read it aloud. It was easy enough; just a review of what you'd learned last year. You slowly went through your answer and how you came to it. Then, you did the same with the next question.

The rest of the period went on that way -- you, reading the questions and spoonfeeding him the answers; Eddie, huddled over his drawing, showing no indication that he even heard you. When the bell rang, Eddie slapped his notebook shut, shoved it into his bag, and stormed out without a word.

Okay, step one was turning out to be a stumble. But you still had lunch.

Eddie was the first person at his table. You hurried over to where he sat and stood there until he turned to look up at you.

"Can I help you?" he drawled, looking bored of the conversation already.

You pointed to the space beside him. "Is this seat taken?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, it is."

"But... But it's empty."

"Then why are you asking if it's taken?" He sat up a little taller. "Actually, better question: why do you even want to sit here? You gonna read me my English textbook?"

"I was just trying to help."

"I never asked you to."

"You didn't have to --"

"Y/N!"

You turned at the sound of your friend calling your name. Even without their uniforms, you could recognize the cheerleaders and jocks by the way they flocked together. How they stood with their shoulders back, chests out, acting as if they owned the entire school. One of them waved you over.

Eddie let out a bitter laugh that drew your attention back. He was shaking his head.

"There it is. Listen, Princess, just because last year's seniors had their fun with me doesn't mean you get free reign. So why don't you go back to your friends and leave the Freak alone, huh?"

"I didn't know you knew so much about last year's seniors," you fired back without thinking. "But you were supposed to graduate with them. Oh, wait! It was the year before that, wasn't it? Maybe someone should read your textbooks to you."

Eddie got up and ripped the tray from your hands. He had the entire cafeteria's attention when he stomped over to your friends' table where they were just beginning to sit down and slammed your tray in front of an empty spot. Bits of your lunch were launched into the air, and your drink (with the cap luckily on) fell onto the table and rolled onto the floor.

"There," he snapped. "This seat's free."

"Asshole!" one of the jocks yelled after him as he walked away. Eddie just gave him the finger without looking back.

He nearly knocked you over when he returned to his table. You trudged to your table and sat down -- making sure to move the tray so that you weren't sitting where he'd placed you, not that it mattered. You tried to cool down. You tried calming breaths, counting down from ten, everything that stupid student counsellor told you to do after you'd gotten into that fight last year. But you just felt yourself getting more frustrated.

When lunch was over, you went to the washroom to try one more time to calm yourself down before your next class. But as you approached the door, you spied Eddie strolling into the men's room.

This wasn't at all going the way you wanted it to. And you always got your way.

You ran after him, grabbed him by the back of his stupid jacket, and yanked him into a stall. You locked the door and grabbed his lapels, jamming him up against the wall.

"You're a real dick, you know that?" you snapped.

"You're not supposed to be in here."

"Really? You sell ketamine; don't quote the rules to me. I was trying to be nice to you!"

Eddie spat out a laugh. "That was you being nice?"

"I meant back in class, idiot."

"And now she calls me an idiot." He grabbed your wrists and gently forced you to release his jacket. "Listen, I don't know why you have some weird obsession with me all of a sudden, but you need to calm down. I don't even know you."

"I'm Y/N."

He nodded once. "Right. And that matters to me... why?"

"Don't you know who I am?"

He released your wrists. "Uh, cheerleader, honour student, belongs on a magazine cover..."

"Oh, my God, you think I belong on a magazine cover?" You couldn't help the sheepish smile, though you knew he was right.

"Didn't you get into a fight with that girl last year? You pulled a hunk of her hair out."

You twirled a lock of hair around your finger. "That was me, yeah."

"Oh, wow, it is so fucked up that you're proud of that."

"Listen, that doesn't matter. I have a question for you. A... proposal. It'd benefit both of us for the rest of the year."

"I'm not letting you sell drugs."

You blinked. "What?"

"You're the second person today to ask me for help getting into the business. Firstly, I'm not letting you poach my customers, and secondly, there's no way I'm letting Hawkins' answer to Shirley Temple sell drugs."

"I'm not Shirley Temple."

"You're right, she'd never tear out a girl's hair over... What was it again? Some guy on the baseball team?"

"I don't know why you keep bringing that up; it isn't even on my record."

Now it was his turn to be surprised. "What?"

"Due to my excellent grades, and a quick word from my parents, I was able to get that unfortunate incident wiped from my record in exchange for counselling." You shrugged as if it were nothing. "That's just what good grades will get you. Don't you want that?"

"Well, sure."

"Well, that's the benefit for you. I'll spend the rest of the year helping you pass every class. I'll even help you apply to colleges, for bursaries, jobs, anything you want. I'll make sure that you graduate."

Eddie's smile was disbelieving. He gazed down at you as if you were some four-year-old who had just claimed to own a unicorn.

"Is that so? Okay, what's the catch?"

"You date me. Which isn't really a catch, it's actually also a benefit for you..."

He would have doubled over laughing, if the stall weren't already so cramped. You rolled your eyes.

"If you're done...?"

"Sorry, sorry, I shouldn't laugh," Eddie gasped. "I just... Are you seriously bribing me into dating you?"

"It isn't like that."

"Then what's it like?"

You glared up at him, crossing your arms. "I wanna piss off my parents. Well, mostly my dad. He thinks you're trouble and demanded I stay away from you."

"Aw, you wanna scare them?"

"Exactly!"

"And I'm the scariest guy you could think of?"

"Well, you're not really scary when you're helping old ladies buy cereal."

Eddie shot you a goofy grin. "Were you spying on me this summer? I thought I noticed you a few too many times."

"Ew, no, I wasn't spying. I just wanted to make sure I could look at you without throwing up. And besides, you're the one who noticed me."

"Kinda hard not to notice you when you're wearing the tiniest shorts and tank tops I've ever seen." He wrinkled his nose. "Oh, God, you're eighteen, right?"

"Just had my birthday."

"Did daddy buy you a car?"

"No, actually. You'll have to drive me around."

"Great, a drain on my time and my gas money." He gestured between the two of you, one hand on his hip. "So, what is this? You want to actually date, or are we just putting on a show?"

"Just a show. You don't have to take me out anywhere or spend any money. Literally just make it look like that to my parents."

"Right."

"And my friends."

"What? Why them?"

"They're assholes, which means the second they see the opportunity to take the wind from my sails, they will -- and they'll rat me out to my dad. That's another thing: if you agree, I'll make sure they leave you alone for the rest of the year."

His eyebrows shot up. "You drive a hard bargain, Princess. What, do I have to hold hands with you? Kiss you?"

You nodded. "And go to parties. Maybe even prom."

"No. Absolutely not going to prom." He bit his lip. "Let's just get this out of the way right now: sex? On or off the table?"

You rolled your eyes. "All men are the same."

He put his hands up in defense. "Okay, I was just trying to draw the line somewhere!"

"We're fake dating, Eddie. It's just for show. So unless you're planning on fucking in front of everyone, no, you don't get access to me below the belt."

"Right."

"But if you behave, I may let you touch my tits."

"That's the cherry on top of the deal, is it?"

You nodded, the knot in your back finally undoing. He'd taken this a lot better than you'd expected. Still, he bit his cheek, deep in thought.

"I date you to piss off your parents," he said, "and you help me pass, keep your friends away, and let me grope your tits? I mean, how can I refuse?"

"Do we have a deal?"

Eddie nodded and offered you his hand. "You got it, Princess."

You took his hand and shook it. Then, you reached into your backpack and pulled out a notebook and pen.

"Give me your number and I'll call you tonight to go over the details."

"Details?"

"We have to make it believable! And we were just seen arguing in the cafeteria; it'd be ridiculous if we all of a sudden started dating. We should wait at least a week."

"Okay, one week. No need to call me."

"No, there's more than that!" Eddie frowned at you. "For instance, you need to start wearing cologne or something. You stink of cigarettes and weed."

He chuckled as he jotted down his number. "You wanted a bad boy, and now you're complaining about it?"

"We'll hammer it out tonight. My list of conditions is short, I promise."

"Mine might be a little longer."

Your gaze darted up to meet his. "You have conditions?"

"I might. We'll see." He shut your notebook and handed it back to you. "Now, are you gonna let me piss in peace, or as there something else?"

"Nothing else. Talk to you tonight!"

You unlocked the door and walked out. A couple of boys stood nearby, but you didn't pay attention to them as you left. You heard Eddie's voice behind you.

"Sorry, guys. When her mouth gets going..."

"Edward!" you snapped back.

"Sorry, Princess," he laughed.

This was going to take some work. Yes, you wanted him to be his typical bad boy self, but he needed to be bearable or this was going to be a long year. You got out your notebook, flipped to your conditions list, and wrote down a new one.

Don't speak crudely about me.

That night, you had your list laid out in front of you when you called Eddie. You sat in bed, your father reading the newspaper in the living room while your mother did laundry downstairs. You'd told them that you and your friend wanted to chat about the first day of school, and to expect you off the phone by nine at the latest.

"So let's get through this quickly, because we don't have much time."

Eddie scoffed. "Can't believe you have to lie that much to your old man just to get half an hour on the phone. My uncle doesn't care who the hell I call."

"That's exactly why I have you. Maybe this'll scare him into letting me have a little more freedom. Now, let's get started. I have five conditions."

"Okay, shoot."

"Number one: you have to take care of your hygiene. That means showering often, wearing deodorant, spritzing a little cologne, brushing your teeth and keeping some gum on you to get rid of the taste of cigarettes."

"Already done. Next?"

Could've fooled me. "Number two: absolutely no flirting or hooking up with other girls. You can talk to them, obviously, but for all intents and purposes you're my boyfriend."

"Ooh, possessive. So you're telling me I gotta be celibate the whole year?"

"Sorry, did you have plans?"

Eddie was silent for a second. "Next condition."

"Number three: don't cop a feel unless I say you can."

"No shit! Why would I ever do that? I'm not an animal. Next."

"Number four: No falling in love with me."

"Hah! I'll try my best."

"Last one: don't talk crudely about me."

"Crudely?"

You shut your notebook. "You know, like the way you spoke about me in the bathroom today. No sexual innuendos about me to other people, okay?"

"So you want me to pretend that I'm fucking you but deny that I'm fucking you to all who ask?"

"I doubt anyone will ask."

"Oh, they will, Princess."

"Then just... Just tell them yes, we're together, but you'd rather keep that part of our relationship just between us. No sharing."

"Got it. Is that all?"

"For now. If you fuck around, you may make me come up with a new rule."

"Then can we move on to my conditions?"

You heard a paper crumpling in the background. You laid back into your pillows with a smirk.

"Okay, let's hear it."

"One: Do not touch the stereo in my van. That isn't just a rule for you, either, that's a rule for everyone who sits in the passenger seat. All you get to adjust is the volume. Okay?"

"Fine."

"Two: no calling or coming over before noon. I'm not functional."

"You do need your beauty sleep. How else will those luscious curls grow?"

"Oh, why, thank you, I'm so glad you've noticed." You giggled, and you could hear the smile in his voice when he went on, "Three: I got band practice every Saturday, a gig at The Hideout every Tuesday, and Hellfire Club every other Friday. That means no dates, no calls, no nothing while I'm busy those days. You're welcome to come to The Hideout if you want, and band practice is usually done by four, but Hellfire goes until late."

You wrinkled your nose. "Like I'd hang out at that dump. Any more?"

"Yeah, one more. No low blows."

"Low blows? What, is that a euphemism for sucking you off?"

"No, it's -- That's a good one. Just... No more jokes about me not graduating, okay? I heard it every day from my uncle this summer, and I'm really fucking tired of hearing it from people at school. Okay?"

"Fine by me. I guess that's everything?"

"Looks like it." The paper crumpled up again. "So, do we start dating next week or something?"

"Yeah."

"We'll just... pick a day and start hanging out?"

"How romantic."

"Oh, sorry, let me try that again: Hey, Y/N?"

You smirked. "Yeah, Eddie?"

"I've been thinking... Maybe we could go out some time? I could, with your permission, grope your tits, and in return you could really stick it to your dad?"

"Oh, Eddie, that sounds amazing. Yes!"

"Boy, aren't I the luckiest guy in the world," he said flatly. "So... See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, see you then. Night."

He hung up without saying goodbye. A weird trait, but it wasn't on your list of conditions. You smiled to yourself as you returned the phone to its cradle and pulled your blankets over yourself. You could hear your dad turning the page of the newspaper downstairs. He was going to lose his shit when he found out. Everyone was.

It was the perfect plan.

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wet dreams (pt. 2)

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pairing: eddie munson x female mean!cheerleader!reader

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

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

part one

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

“Open up, freak!”

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

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

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

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

"Do what?"

"Touch me!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What were you doing before I came here?”

He paused. “What?”

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

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

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

"Fuck you."

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

“Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

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

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

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

“Of course you’re a biter.”

“Something tells me you like it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m… not telling you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you just refer to my pussy-“

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

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

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

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

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

"Eddie... Please."

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

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

"You like these?"

"Yeah, it makes you look hot."

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

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

"Isn't that what you are?"

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

"Fine, but remember you asked for it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Don't look so smug."

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

"Yeah, but I can imagine."

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey, Eddie?"

"Hm?" He sounded frustrated.

"Can I suck you off?"

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

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

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

"You get a lot of company, Munson?"

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

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

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

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

"Beg me to let you fuck me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God, Eddie, you feel so good."

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

You quickly nodded, too dumb to answer with words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie hummed, deep in thought.

"Eddie? Say something."

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

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

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Hi! Will there be a part 2 to Wet Dream??

hii, yes! already writing it :)

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wet dreams

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pairing: eddie munson x female mean!cheerleader!reader

summary: you have a wet dream about the town’s freak and have to sit next to him the next day

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, public, kinda blood play?

a/n: it’s been years since i’ve written something so it’s not perfect, english isn’t my first language so if there’s any mistakes pls let me know!

part two

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“What’s that?” He asked as you muffled another moan with your hand. “You’re awfully quiet for someone that keeps calling me a freak all the time. Is my tongue on your pussy all it takes to shut you up?”

He quickly got back to work, licking from your entrance to your clit, then capturing the bud on his mouth and shaking his head from side to side, his eyes on yours the whole time.

“Oh my God, Eddie!” You didn’t want to give in, but his mouth was so goddamn warm and wet. You felt his saliva dripping down your thighs, or it was your wetness. You didn’t even know anymore which was which. All of it felt way too good, and you felt your orgasm creeping up embarrassingly quickly.

“You’re gonna cum? You’re gonna cum on the freak’s tongue?” He teased, smirk on his face. “Come on sweetheart, cum all over my face. Let go.”

You finally let your moans out, though you held back from screaming, as much as you wanted to. You were close, so close. The thought of cumming on the town’s freak face made your body burn, and you started grinding your hips in sync with his tongue. You heard a small groan from below, as he forcibly held your hips so you couldn’t squirm away from him. A scream left your lips as your legs tensed and your body started shaking, you gripped the sheets harder as you felt yourself closer than ever to your orgasm.

You opened your eyes as the familiar sound of your alarm went off, frowning as you examined your surrounding. So you weren’t on Eddie Munson’s bed with his head between your thighs. Wait- what? Why the hell did you dream about Eddie “the freak” Munson? And specially that kind of dream… Your face was beet red as you remembered every single detail of your wet dream about the metalhead. The way he stared at you like you were the hottest thing in the world, the way he spit on your pussy before practically devouring it, the way he moaned into you as if you were the one pleasuring him and not the other way around. You were screwed.

As you got ready to go to school, putting your cheerleader outfit and your hair up in a ponytail, you tried to ignore the stickiness between your legs. You refused to touch yourself to the thought of him, even though it got you so worked up the image of him eating you out isn’t leaving your head so soon.

You knew it was mean and that he didn’t deserve the shit the jocks put him through, but if you want to survive in this city, you gotta start to fit in. Though you kinda admired him and his courage to be himself in a town where everyone’s the same. Well, either way you were gonna have to face him today, especially because you’re his partner in Chemistry. You facepalmed at the realization, you’d have to spend and hour and a half beside him. How the hell are you even gonna look at him?

You didn’t. You couldn’t make eye contact at all. When he arrived to class, late as always, and sat right next to you, your mind went blank. You’d usually make a snarky comment to your friends about him and laugh, but today you were so embarrassed you just looked down and crossed your legs, hoping to get a relief from the ache. Everything about him started to affect you, how he leaned back and took all the space with his legs open without a care in the world, how his fingers would play with his pen, how his rings fit perfectly into his style, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he takes them off while he’s fingering someone.

“You okay?”

You blinked, finally looking into his eyes for a quick second as you processed that he actually spoke to you and saw that you were literally staring at his fingers.

“I’m fine.” You shifted in your seat quickly, finally looking at the board and ignoring him.

“No bitchy comment? No telling me to get lost?” He frowned as you stayed silent. “Wow, what is going on? You’re going soft.”

“Leave me alone.”

“You’re weird today. Did you have a wet dream about me or something?” He laughed.

You coughed as you felt your heart actually skip a beat, and your legs clenched even more. There’s no way he missed that.

“Wait-” The realization hit him like a truck. “Wait, actually?”

Of course, you kept ignoring him, pretending to listen to the teacher’s annoying voice as Eddie leaned forward in his seat, trying to catch your eyes.

“Man, I thought you might be sick but this is way better. Is that why you can’t stop clenching your legs? Or why you were staring at my fingers earlier? What exactly did you dream about?” He asked, amused with this situation. “What were we doing?”

“Mr. Munson, please stop bothering your partner before I give detention to both of you.” Mr. Kaminsky stated loudly, and all heads turned towards you two.

“Sorry, Mr. K.” Eddie smiled innocently, and the professor just rolled his eyes and continued with the lesson.

You let out a breath, thinking his interrogation was finally over and you’d have peace, until you felt a warm hand on your thigh, uncrossing your legs. Your eyes shot up to Eddie’s, but he just ignored you, looking at the board, but he still had a very visible smirk on his face. His fingers kept creeping upwards and you were frozen, staring at his hand until it went under your skirt and you felt a pressure right on your clit. Your mouth dropped open as a small moan left you, never looking away from his actions on you. You couldn’t believe he was doing this, right in the middle of class, and the worst part of it, you couldn’t believe you were letting him do this.

“Can you be quiet?” Eddie whispered, still not looking at you. “And stop being so obvious. Wouldn’t want your friends to see the freak finger fuck you, right?”

You shuddered and tried to act casual, as he pushed your panties to the side and dragged his finger from your opening to your clit, gathering the wetness seeping from you and doing small circles around your swollen bud. You almost forgot your surroundings as the movement made your brain melt.

His middle finger entered you way too easily, due to your dripping pussy. As the finger went in and out of you, he curled it to hit that spot and you trembled the minute he found it. You coughed to hide a moan when you felt something cold against your clit, and you almost wanted to laugh at the fact you got your answer. He didn’t take his rings off when he was fingering someone.

You gripped his wrist to keep the ring pressed against your clit as you started grinding against it, and Eddie literally moaned.

“Fuck,” He whispered under his breath, a second finger entering you as he sped up. Now he couldn’t keep his eyes off you even if he wanted to, needing to see you trembling and losing yourself just because of his touch. “You feel so good.”

You lowered your head to the table, gripping the sides of it as you tried your best not to scream as you felt that familiar feeling getting closer. “I know, sweetheart. Fuck, you gotta cum on my fingers. Cum right here in front of everyone.” Eddie looked like he was as worked up as you, breathing so heavily it looked like he ran a marathon.

You bit your lip as your orgasm hit you faster than you expected, your vision turning white until you felt a metallic taste in your mouth. He kept thrusting until you pushed his hand away, too overstimulated.

As you recovered, Eddie fixed your panties, a gesture you found weirdly sweet, and licked the remains of your cum off his finger.

“Fuck. Next time, you have to let me taste you.” He said it so casually as you looked at him with like he had two heads. “What?”

Eddie Munson just made you cum during class, and you loved every second of it.

“Oh, you got a little something.” His thumb brushed your now swollen lip, cleaning the bit of blood there, and you felt a sting when he touched it. “Sorry.”

He sucked the blood off his thumb while his eyes were fixed on yours, and the sight made you want to grind on his fingers all over again. But the bell rang, and everyone gathered their stuff, including Eddie, while you just stared at him. “See ya later, sweetheart.” He winked and left the room while you still processed what just happened.

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

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