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LET ME BE THE PIECE OF BOLOGNA IN THE EDDIE AND EDWINA SANDWICH BLS

Stranger Things to do list series chapters 3 & 4

Chapters 3 and 4

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Chapter 3- Edwina x reader

I want a girl with lips like morphine.

Hanging out with Edwina leads to some fun times, especially after a Plasmatics concert.

Wednesday afternoon you were going to the adult store, and knew Edwina would be working a shift that time and day. Heather dropped you off at the mall a block away from the store. There was no way you could tell her where you were going. Once you entered the store– wearing your favorite Dio shirt and Sabbath vest paired with spandex black pants and platform-heeled boots- you went to the back of the store and began looking around. Edwina was reading a Fangoria magazine; an issue of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre's Leatherface.

She looked so hot; wearing all leather and showing off some cleavage. She was known around town for being loved by the ladies, but she also liked guys. It was nice to have another bisexual woman around. Rumor had it her twin Eddie was also bisexual. Pretending you knew what you were doing as you began to browse, you took note of the toys and the videos around. Family Video had an adult section apparently, but this adult store was the only place you could buy them in Hawkins.

There were so many toys to choose from and quite a wide selection. It was overwhelming. The music playing and knowing Edwina was nearby put you in your happy place. The store was playing a hair metal station and currently Bret Michael’s band Poisons song Talk Dirty To Me. After being in the store for about five minutes, Edwina approached you. The smell of her original flavored bubble gum lingered in the air as she popped her gum. Edwina smelled like a mix of lavender flowers and fresh white musk.

Hands on her hips, she cocked her head gazing at you with curiosity.

“May I help you, Y/N?”

“Maybe. I was looking for my first toy. I mean, if you want to guide me in the right direction. I honestly don't know what I am doing if I'm being honest with you.” You stammered over your words and looked mainly at the ground as you talked fast hoping she wouldn't mind. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of your biggest girl crush.

“I can help you with that. I have tons at home. Don't be nervous. I won't bite you.”

Smiling at her you nervously reached out for what was called a hitachi wand. There were three colors: grey, black, and white.

“I have all models and versions. I hope that's not too TMI. There are so many different settings. And if it doesn't work for you, you can always invest in a good removable showerhead,” she suggested with a big grin.

Edwina picked up the black version wrapped in plastic.

“I got this one first, it's also my favorite. And you can use my assistant manager discount. How does that sound?”

You took note of her nails– mainly black and some dark glittery red. Her nails were long and stunning. She had on black guitar pick earrings and had a nose stud, nose ring, lip ring, 10 ear piercings with mainly skull earrings, and lots of tattoos. Her tattoos were of skulls on her neck, peace signs on her right shoulder, a Halloween sleeve on her left arm of jack-lanterns/pumpkins, and ghosts, and her other arm with tattoos of pentagrams, also a Baphomet.

“That's nice of you, and thanks. I want to look around a bit more first. I do want one though… the black I guess. Any special deals on batteries by any chance?” you asked playfully.

“Yep. A pack of 100 batteries for ten dollars. If you have any questions about anything though ask. Oh, the videos here are overpriced but you can always check Family Video. Or borrow one of mine. Just saying,” Edwina tells you with a slight shrug.

“Thanks. I might take you up on that.”

Noticing her battle jacket and the pins on them you noticed a Plasmatics one. It was similar to yours of Wendy O Williams, from that era, and the patch on your denim Levi’s jacket.

“I love your Plasamtics pin! I would love to see them. It's a shame they don't play too close to Indiana. I love Wendy!”

“Me too, I'm seeing them this weekend– going down in my van on Friday and seeing the Brooklyn show on Saturday night at L Amour. Well, my ex-girlfriend and I broke up so I have a free ticket. Maybe you’d want to come?”

Her brows were raised curiously and you were shocked, but in the best way possible. Edwina had a very tempting offer on hand indeed. There was nothing you wanted more than that. It would be fun. It was a great idea to come in here today. Now if only you could conceal your purchases so Heather wouldn't notice or ask questions.

“I would… yeah, I’d love that. I can help pay for food and gas. Anything and everything. You name it I can happily oblige,” you offered up to her hoping this trip would happen.

That nothing would interfere. Luckily you had no weekend shift at the Hawkins pool so this should work out perfectly. Next week was Eddie's show, and maybe Edwina would be going. Who knows.

“Great! I can pick you up at your place at ten am or so. Sound good?” She asked, sweetly batting her lashes and sounding hopeful.

“Of course. Perfect. I’ll let you know if I have any more questions.”

“We’d sleep in my van the first night. I hope that it's alright with you. The second night a decent hotel room. Is that alright?” She asked with a grin.

“Perfect.”

She went to get a pack of batteries and a basket. Thanking her she got out a dum dum watermelon lollipop unwrapping it, and offered you one which you eagerly accepted before she walked away. Once you put the black Hitachi wand into the basket you gathered some lube, a glass pink dildo with a red heart at one end of it, a purple vibrator, a white butt plug with a bedazzled red ruby jewel at the end of it, and a anal training kit in blue.

The video titles were interesting and there were various sections. One was for lesbian-only content, another softcore, one for dom/sub-content, one for group sex/orgies, and girl/guy action. They looked interesting. Maybe one day you would take a trip to the Family Video to visit their adult section. Steve could help you find something good.

Taking your purchases to the counter you put them down and let Edwina ring you up smiling at you seemingly impressed by your purchases. You couldn't wait to go home and try them out. The total came to a little over a hundred with Edwina’s generous assistant manager discount.

“Thanks for shopping here. Don't worry, I’ll wrap it all discreetly and I have black bags for it.”

“Thanks. I appreciate that.”

Writing down your number you gave it to her.

“Thanks. See you Saturday.”

She gave you the biggest wink before you took your bag, put it into your backpack, and then walked out the door. Going to the nearest payphone you called Heather to pick you up and she did. Soon you were at home and unwrapped your toys once you had a nice hot and steamy shower. It was wonderful. Using the removable shower head you got yourself off, thankful to your shower radio playing hair metal and Motley Crue to cover up the lewd sounds you made as the water hit your pussy and massaged your clit. You used every setting thinking about Edwina and fucking her in every way possible as you got off tilting your head back and having one of the hardest orgasms of your life making your legs and knees shake.

Saturday came and you were waiting in your driveway bags packed eager to see Edwina. The drive would be long but so much fun. You packed snacks, candy, a big cooler, ice, and even some booze. Edwina might have a flask, or you could stop at the gas station along the way. It would be nice, especially with the cassettes she had and one’s you brought along as well.

Once she arrived pulling into the driveway with her black van with purple trim you noticed her wearing some purple ray bans and waved at her as she left the car. Taking your bags for you she put them in the back of her van before embracing you in a hug. She smelled like clove cigarettes, eucalyptus, and faintly of roses. She did wear a signature rose perfume which you loved.

“Hey, gorgeous. Ready to rock out? You look so fucking beautiful.”

She kissed your cheek and held your hand. Her warmth and hospitality were so genuine and refreshing.

“Of course. I'm so excited. I can't wait!” You told her sounding overjoyed.

Soon in her car, you were quickly on the road taking notice of the setup she had in the back with lots of pillows, blankets, sheets, a comforter, and an inflatable queen-sized air mattress. It would surely be an interesting day with Edwina. She was playing the newest Plasmatics album on cassette headbanging and encouraging you to do so. The car smelled like Febreze and air freshener pine scented which was lovely.

“I love this album! I'm so excited to hear them play some songs from it live but most excited for Butcher Baby of course,” she enthused as she threw her rock horns into the air.

“Me too. They are amazing live supposedly. It's too bad they never play here. Wendy is so inspirational,” you told her proudly before opening a can of iced coffee espresso and guzzling some down.

Edwina had a liter of bottled water nearby sparkling flavored she took generous swigs from it as she made her way out of Hawkins.

“I've seen them twice. Jersey and Pennsylvania. It was amazing! I never met Wendy though. Maybe tomorrow night we will get lucky. I bet she's nice. I was almost going to go alone but glad I didn't.”

You nodded along noticing she was wearing no bra and you could see her nipples hardened through her black tanktop belly shirt because of the air conditioner running. She looked so hot. Her leather pants were red but looked so good paired with her shirt.

“I love that we are going together. Never been out of state for a concert and never been to New York either.”

Soon you were out of Indiana and in Ohio crossing state lines. Ohio seemed interesting. Driving on the highway there were trucks and some other cars, which was normal for a Friday. Once the cassette was done she let you pick and you chose a Corroded Coffin tape that was a cover album. Hopefully, next, you could listen to her band the Hawkins SheDevils. They had some cover songs too.

“Thought we could stop for lunch but then decided it would be nice to bring along some food so I made us some cheese and pickled jalapeno sub sandwiches with chips,” she admitted with a shrug before drinking more water.

You were done with your coffee and drinking some water now as well.

“I love spicy you remembered.”

She got out the cooler she had with food handing you your sandwich. You took it gladly and got out some napkins and the bag nearby with sun chips and Doritos. You fondly recalled the sleepovers you would have with Edwina when you were teens. Nothing ever happened between the two of you but you would mix drinks and get drunk and watch horror movies falling asleep cuddled next to each other.

“How's your sandwich?” She asked curiously after taking a bite with honey mustard in the center.

“It's great. I'm just so glad to be going with you. The food is good though. Maybe we could stop by a diner tonight or get a pizza for dinner.”

“Perfect. Pizza with extra cheese and veggies and mushrooms too and green olives. I know how much you love our veggie pizzas.”

After you finished lunch you were getting closer out of Ohio and about 5 hours into your drive. Edwina was just the best road trip partner and you craved this closeness/connection to her. Even though you had strong feelings for Eddie your feelings for Edwina had grown as well over the years and she was the most down-to-earth woman.

Now listening to Hawkins She Devils first album you sang along to every word. Edwina was a guitar beast and sometimes played a two-headed guitar. Her guitar skills were flawless and her voice was unmatched sounding like a mix of Joan Jett and Lita Ford.

The next couple of hours went well and you were in Pennsylvania. It was a new feeling. A state like this was so beautiful and the weather was perfect not too warm and windy. Having the windows down was nice. You were eager to find a campsite or somewhere to rest and relax after getting pizzas and hopefully doing some drinking. You had brought along some wine coolers and some red wine to enjoy.

You were eating pizzas by eight o'clock and enjoying some wine just chilling and stargazing at a campsite in upstate Pennsylvania. Edwina's backseat was so comfortable. The night was gorgeous and the concert was coming up quickly. Once you had your fill of pizza you finished your wine and brushed your teeth. Soon in bed with her fan on providing some relief along with the windows slightly down you lay next to her and looked deeply into her eyes.

“Today was so much fun. I'm just lucky I can be with you. I missed time like this with you,” she confided in you as she drew circles on the skin of your arms.

“I have a confession. I like you. I have for a long time now. I've been so nervous to admit it. You are just gorgeous and I love being with you.”

“I like you too y/n. I'm glad you finally told me. I had an idea. Do you want to kiss me?”

Looking at her you nodded and moved closer. Your lips brushed against hers lightly at first before the kiss deepened. She was a biter and it was so hot. You loved the feeling of her tongue against yours and her lip ring as it brushed against your lips. Maneuvering so you were on top of her you ran your hands over every bare inch of her skin.

“Mm so sexy. I never thought we’d be doing this but I'm glad we are,” she murmured against your lips between kisses as her hands moved down to your ass cupping it. She kneaded the flesh of your skin squeezing it and spanking you a bit for good measure.

You weren't sure how much time passed but it was amazing to be kissing the girl of your dreams. She was so sexy and the moment felt perfect. Her red lipstick and your maroon lipstick got all smudged from your heavy makeout session but it was well worth it.

“Mm, maybe we should stop for now. Get some sleep. Tomorrow is a whole new day,” you suggested eager to pick up again soon with whatever this was.

“Sure. I hope you sleep well. And I'm so glad we did this trip together.”

You kissed once more deeply and then fell asleep in each other's arms with Edwina as the big spoon. The next day you woke up mid-morning and went for breakfast getting fast food of hash browns and egg mcmuffins before making the rest of the drive to New York listening to KISS and then checking into the hotel. The room was nice and there was one big bed to share. Once you got settled in you decided to get some lunch at an Italian Bistro in Brooklyn before making your way to the L Amour venue to wait in line for the show to start.

When the Plasmatics took the stage that night you screamed louder than you ever have as you held hands with Edwina until she began to crowd surf and even stage dive. The band had chainsaws, a light show, lightning sparks, fire, and pyrotechnic special effects. You sang so loud and so much that your voice was sore by the end of the set. You had the time of your life and after the last song, you waited for the encore Butcher Baby.

Back at the hotel you ordered fries and burgers for room service, showered, changed into a red silk lingerie nightie, and then got into bed browsing through the channels on TV deciding on a hair metal music video MTV hour. Edwina finished her shower and was back in the room in a white tanktop, and black panties. She got into bed with you wrapping her arms around you embracing you. Her touch was electric and it felt like a bolt of lightning when you kissed. Not wasting any time you kissed deeply and passionately with whimpers and mewls escaping your lips as you dry-humped her grinding and making the prettiest noises.

Edwina's tattoos were so sexy and now seeing all her tattoos fully up close was nice. The Baphomet on her lower stomach and a guitar on her outer thigh, paired with guitar picks on her legs, was sexy. Pulling down her top you took notice of her nipple piercings and black heart tattoo on her chest you rubbed circles on. You would do anything and everything with her that she wanted you to. You’d do anything for this gorgeous woman with the most perfect figure.

“Need to taste your sweet pussy baby girl. Please say yes,” she urged as she moved down your body spreading your legs wide and leaving kisses on your inner thighs as she raised your slip slightly revealing your lavender Victoria's Secret panties.

“Yes I want you to be my first,” you admitted to her wanting to feel her incredible tongue and the sensations her mouth could give you.

Edwina removed her shirt revealing her heart-shaped nipple piercings. Removing your panties with her teeth she tossed them to the side and breathed in the sweet scent of your pussy licking her lips eagerly as she inserted a long finger curling into you and taking notice of how wet you were for her.

“Don't be nervous I’ll make this so good for you. I just know your pussy will taste incredible,” she told you with a grimace licking her lips and showing off her tongue barbell piercing.

As she licked your entrance and spread your walls with two fingers, Edwina looked up at you and the rapt fascination you had on your face as you wrapped your legs around her back bringing her in closer. Sucking your fingers as she licked your pussy walls you tried to hold back your moans as her tongue found your clit and her fingers hit your g-spot.

“Mm no baby girl be vocal for me let the people in the next room hear how good I’m making you feel. I love this slutty pussy. It's so delicious,” she remarked triumphantly before eating you out like a four-course meal.

Edwina was no stranger to eating pussy and she loved women very much. Making another woman feel incredible was her specialty and Edwina knew exactly what they wanted and how to serve them. She had always preferred women for as long as she could remember and with watching all the lesbian pornos she did Edwina picked up more than a handful of tricks.

“Oh fuck! Yes, eat that clit! Suck it good!” You cried clenching the bed sheets tightly so hard your knuckles began to turn white.

“Mmm I could do this for hours,” Edwina boasted as her fingers on your g-spot combined with her tongue had you leaking juices on her tongue.

Every drop she was sure to catch not wanting to waste any of it. Your thighs clenched around her head as your lower back raised off the bed. The constant eye contact you made with Edwina was sexy as fuck and you didn't want this to end.

“I’m gonna cum soon baby!” You forewarned her as you writhed and moaned so beautifully for her and Edwina left soft kitten licks on your clit.

Daring to touch yourself she noticed and swatted your fingers away playfully.

“Mm no let me do it I didn't say you could touch yourself,” she warned as she slapped your pussy and worked her fingers inside you with reckless abandon.

Sweat beaded down your body as she spelled the alphabet with her tongue on your pussy. Your core was aching for release and Edwina never missed a beat nor did her eyes dare to leave yours so she could gauge all your reactions as her mouth made love to your pussy.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yes, I'm going to cum and cream all over your pretty face!” You whined slamming your hands against the headboard and knocking the bedposts against the wall.

“Yes let me taste your sweet cream,” she urged sexily as her fingers against your pussy made wet slapping noises.

Within moments you reached your peak and rode out your high on her face and she eagerly lapped it all up.

“Please kiss me,” you begged as she bit your thighs causing you to squeal playfully.

Crawling up your body with her tongue she licked from your hips to your stomach and chest then your neck before meeting your lips in a kiss and then sucking her finger before letting you suck another finger.

“Fuck you taste so good.”

“From your lips I sure do. Thank you, Edwina.”

Cuddling with her you were the big spoon and sometime after you drifted off to sleep so content in post-orgasmic bliss.

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Chapter 4 Do you wanna touch me (there)?

Eddie Munson x fem reader

After a Corroded Coffin show and at the Hawkins community pool skinnydipping leads to even more fun with Eddie.

The day had come for the Corroded Coffin concert, and you were going with Nancy. She was excited since Jonathan was tagging along, and it would be a good show. Eddie had in the past been a staunch defender of Will, Jonathan’s younger brother and Jonathan admired Eddie and respected him for it. Getting dressed for the show, you opted for your favorite pair of leather pants with a purple thong, knee-high red latex platform heels, a spiked bra, and a Corroded Coffin low-cut tank top.

Once you showered, you fixed your hair and did your makeup; you got ready for Nancy to arrive. Earlier that day you went with Barb to get your nails done and got a black French tip manicure. Once Nancy arrived, you told Heather goodbye, and she waved you off as she talked on the phone with Carol. Jonathan would meet you there, and once you got in her car, you saw Nancy wearing mainly black. She had her hair up in a side ponytail, and wore darker makeup than usual.

“Looking good, Nance.”

“Thanks. Let's go see your man, Eddie.” Nancy teased as she began the drive.

Five minutes into the drive, you felt like you had to tell her finally about Edwina.

“I hooked up with Edwina after the concert in the hotel room.”

“Define hooked up. I’m impressed.”

“She ate me out,” you proudly boasted as a look of awe formed on her face.

“Congrats. I’m glad.”

She high-fived you and the rest of the drive you talked about summer plans and work. Nance had a good job at the Hawkins paper, but she was looking for a new job for the fall when she would start her first semester away at college in Boston. The sign for The Hideout soon came into view, and she parked right in front of the club. It was getting dark out and the sunset was forming. Once inside the club, you wasted no time getting a margarita and Nancy a beer as she went to talk to Jonathan, who was doing some photography with Corroded Coffin.

Eddie looked so sexy you had to talk to him before the show. Hopefully, after he would want to hang out with you and go skinny-dipping in the Hawkins Pool. Having the keys was a bonus working at the pool for the summer. After the band posed for group photos, Eddie found his way over to you and hugged you. He smelled good; like cloves and faintly of cigarette smoke, and he was wearing leather pants, some black platform boots, and a Dio Holy Diver tank top.

“So Eddie, doing any covers tonight?”

“Yeah, sure am. A few covers. Ozzy, Dio, and Iron Maiden.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to hang out after. We can go to the Hawkins Pool,” you suggested as you looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Of course beautiful. And I wanted to give you this.”

He took off one of his guitar pick necklaces: a black guitar pick that matched the red one he had and put it on you.

“There is one of my lucky guitar pick necklaces. And this,” he told you with a big smile as he took off his mood ring on his ring finger and gave it to you putting it on your middle finger where it fit snugly.

“Wow, thanks. I don’t think I deserve these though,” you told him modestly.

“Nonsense. Graduation presents from me to you.”

You were so excited you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. Eddie responds by kissing the top of your head.

“Eddie on in ten!” Jeff called out to him as he noticed you and gave you a big wink.

You rolled your eyes but smiled at him as Eddie gave you a fist bump.

“I’m gonna get ready for the show and after I’ll need to smoke a joint, but after that, we can go to the pool.”

Soon Corroded Coffin was taking the stage with you and Nancy up at the front Jonathan nearby getting his camera ready to take pictures of the show. The lights went down and Eddie’s guitar solo began as you cheered the loudest for him feeling a good buzz now from the margarita earlier. Jeff was doing his guitar solo followed by a drum solo. Corroded Coffin did a few original songs before starting their first cover of the night Ozzy’s Shot in the Dark from the album The Ultimate Sin.

“Thanks for coming to the show Hawkins! Gonna do a few more originals then a couple of new songs and finally more cover songs and solos!”

The crowd cheered and the next song started. When they got to their new songs of the night, everyone went wild and Jonathan was taking some of his best photos. Being around a loud rock band you knew personally just hit differently and it was one of the most kickass shows ever. Once they did their other two cover songs Holy Diver by Dio and Iron Maiden’s Flight of Icarus. Eddie’s voice and guitar skills were unmatched to Bruce Dickinson and an even better version even though this was a cover song.

Once the show was over and true to his word Eddie went to smoke and came back into the club to find you and Nancy with Jonathan talking. Hopefully, he will get the photos developed soon. You were drinking a bottle of water to stay hydrated and refreshed as Eddie wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“So you ready to go?” He whispers huskily into your ear.

“Uh yeah of course. Jonathan and Nancy were just saying how they got some great content. Nancy’s even going to write about it in a news article.”

“Yep, it was a great show, Eddie,” she added as she held Jonathan’s hand.

“Great. You guys wanna come to the pool with us?” He offered.

“Maybe for a bit. Right, Jonathan?”

“Yeah okay.”

Soon you were driving to the pool. You went with Eddie in his van and Jonathan went with Nancy. You had talked to Edwina a bit since The Plasmatics concert, but you hoped you would see her at least at a party, hopefully by the 4th of July. Inside the pool, the four of you went to the locker room to get undressed. Eddie was in his boxers, as was Jonathan as they got into the pool. You and Nancy had stripped down to just your bras and underwear/thongs.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” you responded.

You walked hand in hand with Nancy to the poolside. The light of the full moon bathed your skin in the moonlight. Eddie wolf-whistled as he and Jonathan looked at you both.

“Stop Eddie!” You teased him before jumping in with Nancy and causing a big splash.

Eddie swam over to you and wrapped his arms around you holding you close to him. Nancy was near Jonathan, just floating in the water. You relaxed in the water for a while, enjoying this closeness with Eddie. He was so nice, and he made your heart race. It was the best feeling having him hold you. Jonathan and Nancy were star gazing and looking at the full moon as you and Eddie sat on the pool steps and held hands, fingers laced as you sat in his lap.

“Well, I think we should head back soon. Right, Jonathan?” Nancy asked as she gave you a knowing wink knowing you wanted your alone time with Eddie.

“Sure just let me swim a few laps first.”

After Jonathan did his laps he got out and dried off. Nancy was getting out of the water and dried off before getting dressed again.

“See you tomorrow, I guess,” Nancy said with a friendly wave before she and Jonathan left.

“I’m getting pruned. I should get out soon. Maybe a shower though?” You suggested to Eddie.

“Perfect idea. I love the way you think.”

Soon you were out of the water and in the showers, naked. Once the water was warm enough, you got a soap and washed up catching glances at Eddie. He looked so hot and his tattoos were stunning up close. Eddie was trying to be nonchalant about staring at your boobs but you noticed- of course you noticed. As he soaped up, you couldn’t help but look at him in all his well-endowed glory. Biting your lips you ached to be on your knees pleasing his cock.

“Eddie, do you like blowjobs?” You asked out of the blue.

“Yeah, they are great. I haven’t had many. Why do you ask?” He cocked his head and looked at you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You had recently watched a sex tape you found in Heather’s room called Deep Throat and for a dirty movie you sure picked up some tips and tricks from it.

“Just wondering. I’ve wanted to try giving my first one, but I never felt like the moment was right. Until now,” you admitted as you looked at him with determination.

No matter what you had to have his cock it just looked so tasty.

“Oh, you want to blow me? Blow a rockstar?”

“Yes. I want to give you a blowjob. I recently watched Deep Throat the porno and I want to try it.”

“Fuck. Yeah sure.”

Getting on your knees you looked up at him and inched closer to his cock. Licking your lips as you stroked him to full hardness you wondered just how big his cock truly was. It was so big and thick that you planned to take him as well as possible. Even if you couldn’t deliver with deep throating, you could at least practice and make him cum. That was the ultimate goal no matter what.

Wasting no time you began to caress and stroke his cock to full hardness and looked up at him admiring his tattoos, especially the bats on his arm as you watched the water droplets run down his skin. His ring-clad fingers rested upon his hips as Eddie admired your beauty, looking down at you with a smirk. Cupping his balls with one hand you squeezed them lightly earning grunts from him.

“Just let me know what you like Eddie,” you told him sincerely before licking the tip of his cock, then down his shaft and back up again, then down, swirling your tongue over his balls.

“I sure will, sweetheart. You are doing great so far. Your hands and mouth are like magic,” he praised you, one of his hands moving toward your hair and giving it a good tug.

“You taste so good,” you complimented him as you stroked his base and massaged his prostate.

With batted lashes you took him into your mouth inch by delicious inch, stroking the rest of his cock you couldn’t quite take with your mouth. Looking up at him as you bobbed your head you noticed Eddie biting his lips as he gasped loudly and rocked gently into your mouth.

“So perfect. That's right, princess, take my cock just like that. Be a good girl for me,” he enthused, continuing his steady pace, not wanting to choke you or make you feel uncomfortable.

His tugs on your hair became harsher as his groans for you grew. He watched as your boobs bounced and glistened with the water. He had the perfect view of watching you suck him off. Eddie felt like he had died and gone to heaven as he felt your warm mouth envelop his cock. Daring to take him deeper you choked a little as Eddie’s sounds for you became practically pornographic.

“So fucking sexy. So enthusiastic for my cock. Makes a metalhead happy,” he urged you wanting you to know how much he was enjoying this experience with you.

Your cheeks hollowed out as he hit the back of your throat at a steady rhythm. Pleasing him like this was otherworldly, even if the feeling of the tile from the floor of the shower was causing a bit of pain to your knees. You were enjoying giving this pleasure, and it made you feel a sense of vivaciousness. Your pretty red lipstick was leaving marks on Eddie’s cock, but he sure as hell wasn’t complaining about it. Breathing through your nose, you took it like a champ as you let him thrust and hit the back of your throat repeatedly as you continued to apply pressure to his balls, all the while admiring how gorgeous he looked and like an Adonis. He was your heavy metal God and his moans were so beautiful.

“Gonna cum soon. Fuck! That’s it! Suck this cock, sweetheart. Fuck!” Eddie warned you before pulling out of your mouth and pumping his cock, the tip leaking pearly white pre-cum.

“I want it all over my chest,” you begged him as you looked up at him licking your lips.

He nodded, eager to give you what you wanted.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Eddie began to cum as he gasped loudly, spilling his seed all over your breasts and paying particular attention to your hardened nipples as he coated you with his cum marking you. You let the water wash the cum away as you licked his shaft clean, devouring all his cum and swallowing before opening your mouth to show him it was all gone. Eddie pulled you up to a standing position and met your lips in a deep kiss tasting himself.

“So good for me. Let’s meet up again soon yeah? And by the way sweetheart, your oral skills are perfect. So are your beautiful breasts.”

“Thank you, Eddie.”

He held you close and ran circles along your back as the warm water washed over your bodies.

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(𝐮𝐧)𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚!𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: 'twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a — what the hell is that noise?

for @littlexdeaths 12 days of promptmas game!

prompt: whatever you do...don't feed it after midnight.

a/n - this is 2.1k words of pure silliness with sprinkles of horny. takes place somewhere in the ‘90s in whatever large city you want to imagine. shout out to my love @londonfog-chan for inspiring this fic! no major tags other than fluff, yearning, non-explicit smut, reader speaking a little bit of Spanish, and robin & reader being obsessed with each other. also i had to use that picture of the grinning kitten, but the cat in his fic is written as older and chonkier. as usual, my work is 18+/mdni. please reblog and comment if you enjoyed, thank you. 🫶🏽

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A faint beeping sound rouses you from your slumber.

Eyes crusted with sleep, your blurry gaze drifts to the digital clock on your nightstand. 2:38 am. Confusion settles over you for a moment when you look at the window and see grey, muted light instead of the usual nighttime darkness. When you squint harder, though, you make out the slow descent of fluffy snowflakes.

It’s definitely too early for your alarm to go off, but whatever you just heard, it’s not coming from the clock.

You sigh, frustrated that you’ve been dealt the curse of being a light sleeper. Even the smallest of noises will have you up and unable to drift back into the recesses of your dreams; unlike Robin, who could probably sleep through the apocalypse. And speaking of your beloved girlfriend, your hand runs over the left side of the bed in search of her warmth, craving the feeling of her lanky body curled into yours. A small frown pulls your brows together when all your palm meets is the smoothness of the sheets.

She’s wandered off, then, which typically means one thing: she’s had a nightmare.

Seldom does she talk about her past, but between her and the eccentric group of friends she has, you’ve gathered enough over the years to understand that whatever happened in Hawkins still rattles her sometimes. It’s with this information that you roll out of bed, intent on providing her some comfort in the form of a hug and a smattering of kisses. With your pajamas askew, you toe on your slippers and push open the bedroom door.

Living in an old two-flat means that your bedroom is connected to the dining room, so when you step out, you fully intend to find her seated at the slightly-wobbly table the two of you thrifted a few weeks ago (“The quality! The craftsmanship! The charm! Baby”—she pulled you to a stop and gripped your shoulders, blue eyes puppy-dog wide—“They don’t make ‘em like this anymore. We have to buy it right now.”), glasses sliding to the tip of her nose while she hunches over one of her latest library finds. Reading helps her chase away the monsters, she once told you. The ones hiding in the shadows of her memories, that taunt her in her dreams. So, it’s a bit of shock when you find the dining room dark and empty.

There is a light coming from the kitchen, though. And when you listen carefully, you catch the end of a whispered sentence.

“—have to be quiet.”

Equal parts curious and suspicious, you inch closer, trying your best to avoid the creaky parts of the wooden floor. When you round the corner, a snort of laughter and a drawn-out mewl punctuating the silence, you see a sight that has you muttering, “Esta tonta” under your breath, your lips curving into an incredulous grin.

“What’s going on here?”

Robin startles, head whipping up so fast that her messy hair flies around her face.

“Baby, I – uh, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh, really?” you reply, hands perching on your hips. “Care to explain, then?”

“It’s actually a really funny story. Like, totally hilarious—"

“Rob.”

“—And when I’m done telling the story, you’re not gonna be upset with me at all because you’ll be so tickled that you won’t stop laughing—”

“Rob.”

“—And then we can laugh together and maybe make out a little? Or a lot. Definitely a lot, because I like you. Well, I love you, actually, in a maddening and sort-of-obsessed kind of way, but not like…creepy obsessed? ‘Cause I’m not a creep, I swear! I’ve only watched you sleep, like, twice. I’m just…very in love with you. I’d fall over and stop breathing and wither away into these sad, gross little flakes of dust if I didn’t have you—”

“Robin!” you exclaim, her nervous rambling coming to a halt. She falls silent, staring up at you with a sweet smile she hopes will communicate her innocence, all while the hefty orange cat in her lap continues to eat from the chopsticks she hovers above his mouth.

You take in the pair of them – Robin sitting crisscrossed on the checkered tile, clad in her reindeer-themed pajamas with cartons of last night’s Chinese takeout strewn around her; and Gremlin, the orange tabby that demanded housing, food, and belly rubs from you three Novembers ago, showing up on your doorstep as a small, sickly kitten; who is now happily overweight and nibbling on small pieces of sweet and sour pork when he shouldn’t be.

Your affection sweeps over you in seconds, warm and fuzzy as it flutters in your chest and swirls in your stomach. It’s impossible to feel any semblance of exasperation when the two of them are so goddamn adorable. Still, you keep up the ruse and say, “Babe, you know what the vet said.”

“I know!” she laments. “But I couldn’t help it! I mean, look at him! How could you say no to a face like that?”

You do as you’re told, staring down at Gremlin like you’re expecting an explanation from him. He gazes up at you and blinks in slow motion, not a single thought behind those bright amber eyes.

With a sigh, you shake your head. “He’s supposed to be on a diet. The vet said we had to have him on a strict feeding schedule. That means no grazing, no food after midnight, and certainly no takeout leftovers!”

“I…I just – here’s what happened! So, I was sleeping soundly, having this crazy dream that I was trapped in Jurassic Park and being chased by a Velociraptor, and I’m running and running, and I trip over a log that appears out of nowhere, and when I roll over, the Velociraptor puts its foot on my chest, then I literally feel a weight on my chest and think, ‘oh my god, it’s gonna eat me’, so I somehow manage to wake myself up, and sitting on my chest, breathing his funky breath in my face, is this little guy right here.” She pauses to take a deep breath, unaware that she’s still gripping the chopsticks between her fingers (and that Gremlin has been hungrily following every sweep and flourish of her hand). “And he reaches out and very gently paws at my face, and immediately, I know he’s asking for food. And like…how could I deny him when he asked so nicely?”

“Easy. You just say no.”

“But I’m weak!” she cries out. “When it comes to chunky cats and beautiful women, I’m spineless, I’m gutless, I’m putty.”

She knows what she’s doing, because any remaining tension in your body has melted away, and now you’re wearing that besotted smile of yours, the one that makes its appearance whenever she combines her chaos, theatrics, and charisma into one irresistible amalgamation – the Buckley Triple Whammy, she calls it.

“So, we climbed out of bed—careful not to wake you, of course—and snuck out to the kitchen. And when I opened the fridge, it was like we were connected in that moment, because I went for the leftovers just as he reached up to tap one of the cartons. And then—”

“You microwaved Chinese food for you and the cat to share,” you finish for her.

She nods, bashful and blushing as she strokes along Gremlin’s back with her unoccupied hand. “Guess I woke you up after all. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…”

But she trails off when you plop down next to her, leaning in to softly press your lips against hers.

“I’m not mad at you,” you tell her, leaning back and giggling when she chases you.

Her lips meet your cheek, then the tip of your nose, then the corner of your mouth, before they’re slotting against yours again. And you’d be content to stay here all night—especially when you nip at her bottom lip, and her tongue, warm and wet, slides slowly against yours; and in the back of her throat, she makes this needy little noise that has you itching to splay her out and coax it from her even louder—but the cat situated between the two of you, who makes his momentarily-forgotten presence known by screeching, has you pulling away from each other breathlessly.

“Sorry, Gremlin. I’m not mad at you either.” You gently tap his nose, chuckling when he hops out of Robin’s lap to go sniff the other unopened leftovers. “Still gonna make you diet, though.”

“Starting tomorrow, right?” says Robin, who’d somehow managed to hold onto her chopsticks whilst the two of you kissed. She’s digging into the sweet and sour pork again, pulling out a piece small enough for Gremlin to chew. When she looks at you—eyes dazed as they drink you in, freckled cheeks dusted the prettiest shade of pink, lips a little swollen and curved into a smile that makes you think, god, I fucking love her—you can’t deny her a single thing.

“Fine,” you concede. “Starting tomorrow.”

She cackles triumphantly, summoning Gremlin back into her lap with a whistle. There’s no way you’re going back to bed now, so you decide to join them in their late-night snacking, warming up a bowl of shrimp lo mein that you share with Robin (and, begrudgingly, Gremlin, who is a notorious shrimp fiend). Once the three of you have had your fill, you migrate to the living room, Gremlin perching in his cat tree to watch the snow blanket the ground outside. Robin plugs in the Christmas tree, then she pulls you into the lumpy couch with her, the two of you landing on top of the mismatched throw pillows as her arms wind around you from behind. Together, you bask in the incandescent glow of the lights, the radiator blowing out warm puffs of air. Robin holds you tighter, face buried in your neck.

“I really am sorry I woke you up earlier.”

“It’s fine, amorcito,” you murmur sleepily. “I already told you I wasn’t upset.”

“I know, but…I’m more than willing to make it up to you.”

You hear the playful mischief in her tone, but the way she presses her hips against your ass, her fingers toying with the drawstring of your pajama pants, tells you that all it’ll take is a faintly whispered yes for her to move her fingers lower, lower, right where you always ache for her. You let out a regretful whine at your next answer.

“We’ve gotta be up in a few hours. The buñuelos aren’t gonna make themselves, plus my mom needs us to bring some more tomatillos for her pozole verde, and we have to make sure we arrive on time for the train, and—"

“We’re already up, amorcito. Why don’t we stay up a little longer?”

Her accent isn’t perfect, but with her lips at your ear and her hand slipping under your camisole (where it snakes up the soft flesh of your belly, fingertips stopping just beneath the naked curve of your breast), she sounds like heaven.

Without a single ounce of hesitation, you surrender yourself to her. You let her drag you back to the bedroom where her lips find yours again, desperate and unrestrained, as she whispers I love you I love you I love you; where, bathed in the snow-white light spilling through the window, she lowers you onto the bed and takes her time undressing you, eager hands roaming and rubbing every expanse of skin she exposes; where she saves your panties for last, and in the kiss she presses to the wet spot you’ve left for her, you can feel her smirk; where she makes a home for herself between your thighs, drawing out the sweet cry of her name from your lips with hungry strokes and languid swirls of her tongue; where, after she has pushed you over the precipice of ecstasy, you straddle her and your fingers beckon that desperate little whimper she’d made earlier, over and over again, louder and breathier, until the two of you are slick with sweat, limbs tangled and trembling.

With your arms around her waist, pressed so close that she can feel the racing thump of your heart, you place a kiss to her bare shoulder. You whisper that you love her. “As long as time.” She doesn’t miss a beat. “Infinite, like the universe.” Te amo. Then, with heavy eyes, you follow her into the cozy embrace of sleep.

And after he’s done searching the kitchen floor for crumbs, Gremlin hops on the bed and takes his rightful spot beside you.

#robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #tales from the party #THE LIL SMILING GATO #FUCK #I LOVE THIS I AM GAY

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