#Eddie Munson x Male reader

[eddiesxangel]

The Kissing Booth | E.M x G!N!Reader

Cw: flufffffff, mild angst on Eddie’s part. Smooching. Reader wears lipgloss. No use of pronouns.

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Eddie could not believe this was happening to him.

“Nope, nope, no way, man. Over my dead body-“

“What my boy means is he is grateful he is not being suspended and will graciously accept his punishment of volunteering at the school fair.” Wayne looks at his nephew with a glare in his eyes that Eddie hasn’t seen in a very long time.

“Great, then it’s settled,” Ms. Laughlin, the guidance councillor, smiles.

It was happening. Eddie was being served the most gruesome punishment, and all because he skipped P.E. of all classes.

Eddie Munson was being forced not only to participate in the school fair but to work the kissing booth, of all things.

How on earth would he survive this? Not only would he be the laughingstock of the school, but he would also have to endure the absolute embarrassment of having no one come up to his booth, and he would also have to be forced to participate in extracurricular activities.

“Just wait until Hellfire hears about this boy,” Wayne laughs as he drives him and Eddie back to the trailer.

All Eddie could do was roll his eyes; he could never show his face again.

“You’re not going to believe the rumour I heard today.” Nancy looks at you from over her shoulder. She is sat at your vanity.

“What?” You asked, intrigued, as you got dressed and got ready for tonight’s festivities.

“A little birdy told me that a certain someone is working the kissing booth tonight.” She smirks.

“Who?” You challenge her back.

“Who, what?” Robin walks into the bedroom from the bathroom.

“Nancy knows who is working one of the kissing booths tonight, but won’t telling me” you pout.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” Robin smirks knowingly.

“Oh, not you, too! Come on, who is it!”

Robin and Nancy give one another a nod of the head before Nancy speaks.

“Eddie Munson.”

“Ha ha, very funny; you think I’m going to believe that? How gullible do you think I am?” You snort.

“No, it’s true! Shelly from the student council told me when we were working on the student paper! Instead of detention, this is his punishment, to help out at the fair tonight.” She wiggled her brows at you suggestively.

“Who else’s working it?” You try and ask casually.

Your friends knew about your crush on Eddie. It had been about a month since you confessed to one of your late-night sleepovers.

“Um, I’m not too sure what other guy, but I think Chrissy is working the girl's booth. Nancy shrugged.

“Cool…cool…” you turned to the closet, now faced with a sense of anxiety to find the perfect top.

Eddie was actually dying on the inside. Ten minutes until his “shift” at the booth, and he wanted to book it.

Running away would solve his problems, right? He would much rather be suspended than have to endure this humiliation. This was a cruel and unusual punishment.

He watched from the sidelines as Josh was at the booth currently. He was the senior star quarterback on the football team. Everyone wanted him. He could just see now the long line disbursing once he stood there.

"Hey man, you're up next in 5." Eddie was snapped out of his internal monologue when he felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He wasn't sure how long he had been there stewing with his own thoughts. "Don't worry, it's not all bad. Some customers are cute," Josh smirks.

Oh god. What if he actually had to kiss someone tonight? He hadn’t thought of that option. Like, what if some actually came up? What would he do? Are they expecting tongue?

“You have some gum or something?” He asked quickly before Josh left.

He smirked and tossed him a pack of icy mint.

“Thanks.”

Eddie peaked around the corner to where the booth was set up. The fair was set up on the school football field. There was a small sign that said be back in 5 and no lineup to be seen.

That made Eddie feel a bit better; no one was there. That took some humility out of it.

Before Eddie could back out and run, he felt another hard hand on his shoulder.

“Come on, Munson, your time to shine.” Jeff and Gareth practically dragged Eddie to the booth, kicking and screaming.

“You’re the worst friends ever,” Eddie huffed as they backed away from the booth. Watching him so he won’t run away.

“You can't serve the time and shouldn’t do the crime.” Jeff laughed.

“That’s not-“ Eddie was cut off mid-sentence as he saw Robin and Nancy pushing you towards the booth just like he had been moments ago.

“Don’t make me do this,” you plead with your best friends.

“You have to do it,” “It’s now or never,” “He’s right there. Just have him your ticket and pucker your lisp. It’s not that hard,” Robin and Nancy whispered in your ear as they dragged you towards Eddie.

“You guys, please, I can’t!” You say a bit too loudly as you fight back your friends from pushing you up to the booth.

You can see the look on Eddie’s face as you are pushed up the step of the booth. He looks disappointed? Disgusted? You’re not too sure.

You let out an embarrassing squeal as you stumbled in front of Eddie. “Um hi”

Despite not being well-acquainted with Eddie, you couldn't help but notice him whenever he walked by. You only exchanged a few words in passing and learned about him through your friends. Although you never had the opportunity to spend time together, you found him to be irresistibly charming and incredibly good-looking. Whenever you caught a glimpse of him in the cafeteria, he never failed to bring a smile to your face with his silly antics and infectious laughter.

“Uh hey,” he spoke back, clearly uncomfortable.

“Busy night for you?” You ask, trying to delay the inevitable.

“Uh nope.”

“Good,” you smile; the thought of Eddie kissing anyone else made you want to vomit.

“Good?” He cocks a brow at you. “The thought of nobody wanting to come up to the freak of Hawkins High is good to you?”

“Oh I didn’t mean it like-“

“Why are you even here?”

“Oh- well- I um-"

“No, I get it. You’re just here on a dare, or you lost the bet, right? I really thought better of Nancy and Robin; I thought they were my friends… You know I heard you say you can’t do this. I understand the thought of kissing me is so terrible that-“

You couldn't help but cut off Eddei from his intrusive thoughts. You held his face with both hands and smushed your lips together. The thought of Eddie thinking that about you was far worse than the fear of kissing him.

It wasn't everything you had dreamed of. However, the kiss was still nice. You felt the eruption of butterflies fill your stomach as Eddie deepened this kiss himself. You kissed him until you could no longer breathe. Only then is when you pull away.

“Woah”

“I hope that was okay.” You shy away.

“Yeah.” Eddie sighed as he took you in.

As he gazed upon you, he was struck by how pretty you were, which he had overlooked until now. The sweet aroma of strawberries wafted from you as the strawberry lipgloss lingered on his lips, just below his nose.

“Um, here,” you jut out your hand with the crinkled ticket you hadn't yet paid with.

“Oh no, no, the house,” Eddie said without thinking and that made you giggle.

“Well, I really only bought a ticket for this, so I might as well cash it in.” you flirt.

“Ok, yeah, sure. Two for one.” Eddie took the ticket from your hand and brought it back to cup your cheek before kissing you again.

You could hear the giggles and cheers of your friends from behind you in the distance, but your main focus was on Eddie. His soft, plush lips. His minty taste, the way his soft hair tickled your cheeks.

“Ok, lovebirds, that’s enough.” the supervising teacher returned with an unimpressed huff.

You begrudgingly pulled away, but with a smile nonetheless.

“Can I get your number?” Eddie’s mouth was moving before his brain could catch up.

“Come find us later, lover boy.” Robin giggled while snatching your arm and pulled you away before you could answer.

“Dude!” Gareth clapped his hands, having witnessed the whole thing.

“Maybe we should sign up for this,” Jeff laughed. A little jealous of what he just witnessed.

After you, Eddie didn’t care if he got another customer for the rest of the night. Maybe this whole kissing booth thing wasn’t too bad after all.

[songbirdmunson]

“Simply having, a wonderful Christmas time.”

[lennadanvers]

Eddie had faced a lot of things in his short life. Never had he thought he was so close to dying as he was now.

"...excuse me?"

He was bright red. Something was happening inside of him- a knot that he didn't remember was there had just snapped, and everything within his chest had gone loose. The knot had been made of barbed wire. The bundle had started to tighten when he was a kid: cold, lost and alone. It had tightened the first time someone called him freak. When he heard the first laugh behind his back. It tightened when everybody but him had gotten an invitation for the first big high school party of his generation, and every school dance he hadn't attended. When all his classmates had graduated and he had stayed behind. When he had been called murderer.

Somewhere along the way, he developed the ability to ignore the scratching of the barbed wire against his insides. But now you had taken away the metal, the sharp bits, the tension, and all that was left was relief and open wounds.

There you were, beaming at him, small but infinitely bigger than he felt, all soft and kind, like you hadn't just left a mark deeper than any scar he had.

"Good boy, Eddie. You did amazing."

Good boy.

No one had ever told Eddie he was a good boy. No one had ever said he was good, period.

And now he had you in his bed; your hand caressing his unworthy curls, your taste in his tainted mouth, your... You. He had you.

Eddie was lucky he was already laying, because his knees weakened instantly. His brain- that already had a hard time when your eyes were on him- had stopped working altogether. On the other hand, his heart was going at full speed.

All he could do was let out a strangled whiny noise. The lightnings in his belly grew when he raised on shaky arms and felt his crotch rub against the bed. The fact that he had cum in his pants after hearing that sparked in the back of his mind, less than an afterthought. He moved on top of you and fell in the crook of your neck, body limp, chest shaking.

"Good boy?"

There was this white, warm, big thing inside of him that he didn't know what to do with. Eddie wasn't sure if he felt pain, happiness or tears in his throat.

"The goodest boy."

Eddie made a little noise again and put his arms around your waist, as tight as he could.

"Say it again. Please."

[olivermush]

i love trans!eddie munson hc but listen… he lives in a trailer with his uncle. have you seen his van? what makes u think this poor boy could afford top surgery. go fund mes didnt exist in the 80s (sadly). however! i love seeing little eddie and his little head canons.

[dorkszn]

imma try to get this out by Wednesday 🤞🏽

[hippiegoth97]

Smalltown Boy: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You work at Hawkins Auto Shop, and Eddie brings his van in for an oil change. You catch him checking you out, and you go with him to Lover's Lake. He's nervous as he's never been with a man before, but you do your best to make him feel comfortable and safe…

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI:  struggles with sexuality, use of the term ‘queer’, LGBTQ+ references, mentions of homophobia, smoking, mentions of adult material, crying, smut, swearing, male reader, anal fingering, unprotected oral sex, protected anal sex

Word Count: 7k

Divider by @cafekitsune

Smalltown Boy

You've just finished servicing Chief Hopper's vehicle when you see a ragged blue van pull into the parking lot of your father's auto shop. The radio inside is blasting metal music for a moment, then the driver kills the engine. He opens the door and hops out, and you immediately recognize him. Eddie Munson, you remember him from your years at Hawkins High. It's been a few years since you graduated, Eddie was a couple years behind you. You'd always found him a bit odd, but so did everyone else. The School Freak.

Despite his harsh namesake, he was always kind to you in the halls and any shared classes. He wasn't mean to anyone who didn't deserve it. There'd been many occasions when he'd taken the beating on behalf of others when the popular kids wanted to pick on the nerds. You'd also found him to be quite cute, his metalhead look had you spellbound at times. But you couldn't tell him that, especially in a small town like Hawkins. And you doubt he would've reciprocated your feelings, you always saw him with girls, anyways.

"Hey, man. Hello?" You snap out of your thoughts to see Eddie standing in front of you, waving his hand in your face. He smiles when you meet his gaze. "Hey, I uh...need an oil change ASAP. Can you help me out?" He says awkwardly, his hand stroking the back of his neck.

"No problem. It'll be a bit of a wait, if you don't mind hanging around." You reply, smiling back at him. "It's Eddie, right?" You ask nonchalantly.

"Yeah, it is. And I'm cool to wait, I'm just gonna have a smoke outside." He hands you the keys to his van, and heads outside. You go to the lot and get inside the van to drive it into the garage for service. You take a moment to examine the inside of the vehicle. You notice lots of metal band tapes in the passenger seat, with some homemade mixes in the bunch. The ashtray is overloaded with half-smoked cigarettes. The smell of beer and weed permeates the interior. In the back there's a small sleeping setup, you imagine Eddie camps out in the van often. Pillows and blankets are strewn about, along with a stack of magazines. Most are Playboy, but there's a couple unexpected issues in the pile too.

You'd recognize it anywhere. Blue Boy magazine. As in a gay porno mag. He seems uncaring about hiding it, and that makes you uneasy. It's dangerous for people like you in this town, any guy you hook up with has to be kept a secret. And most have beaten you up, or at least given you a black eye afterwards. To separate themselves from what they've done with you, putting their true selves back in the closet. For Eddie to be so careless and risk the wrong person seeing it, he could get himself killed. You make a point to tell him so, but discreetly. You don't want him to think you're threatening him, especially now that you might have a chance with him.

You put the idea aside for a moment to move the van into the garage. You get out, and set to work. You keep the garage door open to make it easier to move vehicles in and out, but also because the AC in the shop is busted and it gets hotter than hell in here. You've taken off your uniform shirt, sweat soaking through the white tank top you’re wearing underneath.

You feel eyes watching you just outside the garage, leaning to look behind the hood of the van which blocks your view. You see Eddie leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed casually. He's looking you up and down, possibly checking you out. He's taken off his jacket and vest, holding them in his arms. The sleeves of his Hellfire Club shirt are rolled up, he's also slicked in a light coat of sweat. He seems nervous, like he has something to say but isn't sure how to form the words.

"Do you need something? Or are you gonna stand there staring at me all night?" You ask, beckoning him over when he doesn't reply. He moves towards you slowly, cautiously. Finally, he's standing off to the side of the van, and he swallows hard. "Are you alright, Eddie?" You ask calmly.

"Uh, yeah I just um..." He struggles to get the words out, you notice him dragging his eyes over your body. You're glistening in the dim light of the garage, with stripes of grease on your muscular arms, some on your forehead too. "I just realized I recognize you...from school. Y/N, right?" His breath is shaky, and he's gone very pale. You're afraid he's going to faint.

"Sit down Eddie, you look sick. I'll get you some water." You go into the back of the shop, opening the staff fridge for two bottles of water. You walk back to him, he's sitting cross-legged on the ground, head in his hands. You hold a bottle out to him. "Here, I think you're dehydrated." Eddie looks up at you with sad eyes, taking the bottle from you. He opens it with shaking hands, gulping the contents. "Hey, slow down. You'll make yourself sick if you keep up like that." You sit down on the ground with him. Nobody else is in the shop for the night, the rest of the crew has gone out to the bar to watch the game, your father included. You've never been one for sports, and you want to get in some extra hours in the shop. "Now, is there something else you wanted to tell me?"

"I-" He sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. I'll let you get back to work. Sorry." He starts to stand, but you grasp his arm. Eddie's breath hitches, his eyes snap to you in fear. But your kind gaze makes him relax, and he sits back down.

"It's okay, there's nobody else here for the night. You can tell me, Eddie. You were very kind to me in school, let me do the same for you." You look in his eyes, reassuring him. "You seem so scared, would it have anything to do with those magazines you have in the back of your van?" He gasps at your question, eyes going wide. He looks like he's going to bolt, so you gently place your hand on his knee. "You don't need to be afraid. And I wasn't meaning to snoop around in your business. I only know what they are, because I own a few issues myself." You smile at him, rubbing his knee lightly.

He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it again. He seems calmer now, trusting you. He thinks for a moment, and finally speaks. "You aren't going to tell anyone, are you?" You're surprised at first, but then you remember all the times you've heard that question before.

"Of course I'm not going to tell anyone. I know what it's like in this town, anyone who's 'different' has a target on their back. I've had my ass kicked by many hookups who don't want anyone to know." You realize you've implied Eddie is trying to fuck you. "Not that I think you're wanting to do that. I just mean, I don't make it a habit to tell people's secrets. Especially when I don't want my own secret getting out."

"Who said I didn't want to?" He says shyly, looking down at his hands. He raises his face after a moment, meeting your gaze again. "Fuck you, I mean, not kick your ass." He smirks, gaining a small amount of confidence. You're shocked at him asking. Sure, he is very attractive, but you didn't expect things to go this way tonight. You aren't sure he's ready for it either.

"Are you sure you're ready for that, Eddie? I mean, you almost passed out from just staring at me and dancing around your feelings." Your hand moves from his knee to his shoulder. Eddie's hand rests on top of yours, his rings cold against your skin. You shiver slightly at the feeling.

"I think I am. I mean, I've been with lots of girls before, how much different can it be?" You laugh at his statement, and his smile disappears. His eyes sadden again, he's almost on the verge of tears.

"Oh, Eddie. I'm sorry, I promise I'm not mocking you. It's just that I've also been with plenty of women before, and it's not quite the same. Similar, yes, but plenty of differences, too. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, or have you regret it if you're not truly ready. Because I like you, I've always liked you. And I don't want to end up hurting you."

"I'm glad you're so concerned about me. It's really cute, actually." He chuckles. "But I promise you, you won't hurt me. And since I also like you quite a lot, I know I won't regret it." He reaches over to touch your cheek, making you blush slightly.

You take a moment to consider his words. You really like him, and he seems to like you too. But you have reservations about being Eddie's first man. You remember your first, how kind and gentle he was, how he made sure you were comfortable. It ended up being one of the best nights of your life. You realize you can be that man for Eddie, you can guide him. You can make sure he's safe. He might not be so lucky with the next man he tries to engage with. You've had plenty of your own experiences where you'd been treated too rough, almost ending up in the hospital a few times. You don't want that to happen to Eddie. "Alright, I'll help you. But let me finish up with your van first. I'll need to grab a couple things from the back office before we leave. And if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you tell me and we'll stop, okay?" You search his eyes for any doubt, but he seems set on this.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I'm gonna have another smoke though, to calm my nerves." He smirks, standing up with you. You're both very close to each other now, and the air suddenly feels electric. He keeps looking down at your lips, then back to your eyes. He moves even closer, his mouth only centimeters away. He's panting slightly, nervous again. "Can I kiss you, Y/N?" He asks, barely above a whisper.

"Yes. Please." You say just as quietly. Eddie leans in, connecting his mouth to yours. It's soft and plush, you immediately kiss him back. You grab his shoulders and pull him closer, biting his lip. He moans, allowing your tongue access to tangle with his. Your hands go into his damp hair, tugging on it lightly. He moans again, his hands moving to squeeze your ass. You moan this time, not wanting to let Eddie go. But you can't do this here, out in the open where someone could drive by and see you. You pull away, almost gasping for air. Your head rests against his for a moment. "You're really good at that, Eddie. But we can't do this here, it's not safe. Go have your smoke and I'll finish with the van, okay?"

"'Kay." He nods bashfully, backing away from you to turn and go outside. You notice his cock has hardened in his tight jeans, which turns you on even more. He wants you so badly, and you want him just as much.

"Fuck, you are so hot, Eddie. You're lucky I have self control." You say as you stare at his crotch. He looks down, blushing when he realizes how worked up he is already.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N. I'll go have that smoke now, and think about baseball or something." He laughs, walking backwards out of the garage as he speaks. You laugh at his remark, and he turns around to wait outside for you.

You make quick work of changing the oil, wanting to get back to Eddie as soon as humanly possible. He tastes so good, like tobacco and strawberry candy. You find yourself craving him, feeling your own cock harden in your grease-stained pants at the thought. You shut the hood forcefully, wiping your hands with a rag. You go to the back to freshen yourself up a bit. In the bathroom you splash water on your face, and scrub as much grease off your body as possible. You take a look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair. You find yourself feeling anxious. You're used to fucking random men, so what's the big deal? But you suppose Eddie is different. You know him, at least more than you've known the others. Your stomach flutters with a swarm of butterflies, you do your best to tame them.

You go to your locker in the office, pulling out some street clothes. Just jeans and a t-shirt. You change into them quickly, piling your uniform on a desk to take home to wash. You also grab a bottle of lube and a box of condoms from the locker. You keep them at the shop just in case, and Eddie is proof of their necessity. You put your belongings into your backpack, and proceed to turn off all the lights and lock up for the night. You go out through the garage, tossing Eddie the keys to the van. He catches them with a grin, flicking his cigarette away. He gets in the van, pulling it out into the lot while you push the button to shut the garage door behind you. You open the passenger door, seeing Eddie tossing his tapes into the back.

"Sorry about the mess, Y/N. I don't usually have passengers. At least, not in the front." He laughs, looking you over as you climb in. You toss your backpack behind you on the blankets and pillows. "You clean up good, babe." He stares at you a moment as you clip your seat belt on.

"I like when you call me that. You’re pretty handsome yourself." You meet his gaze, smiling at him. "So, is Lover's Lake alright?" You ask.

"Uh, yeah...sure." Eddie nods. He pulls out of the lot, and you're on your way to the most notorious hook-up spot in Hawkins. You spend most of the drive in silence, both of you too nervous to speak. You glance at him occasionally, but he's focused on the road. You notice his fingers tapping on the steering wheel incessantly, and you put your hand on his thigh to get him to relax. He tenses under your touch for a moment, before he softens with a low sigh. He looks at you for a second, smiling widely. "Thanks for that. I'm sorry for being so nervous."

"No need to be sorry, Eddie. I was nervous the first time too. And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous right now. I've got goddamn butterflies because of you." You chuckle. He laughs too, loudly this time. He seems to relax little by little when you talk. You move your hand up and down his thigh gently, his breath hitches when you get close to his dick.

"Careful, Y/N. Don't wanna make me crash, do you?" He glances at you briefly. You're tempted to move further, but decide to keep your hand in place, stroking him. "Fuck. You’re quite the tease. Got half a mind to pull over right now." He shudders as you continue to touch him.

"It's just a bit longer, Eddie. Then you can have whatever you want." The last five minutes of the drive are quiet, the air between you slowly igniting. When he finally parks the van, you move your hand directly onto his cock. He gasps at your touch, and you palm him through his jeans. "Move to the back, babe." You say, ceasing your groping. He whines at the loss, needy for you. He obeys your request, flopping himself down onto the pile of bedding. You follow behind him, positioning yourself on top of Eddie. Your knees are on either side of his, and you caress his cheek. You look into his eyes, searching again for any doubt about how tonight will go. When you find none, you lower your lips onto his. He quickly returns the kiss, wrapping his arms around your neck to pull you closer. Your mouths move in sync, tongues fighting for dominance. Eddie puts up a good fight, but he eventually yields to you. You can tell he's used to being in charge. But for his safety, you need to take that role tonight.

"I've always wanted to do this. I never thought I'd have the chance, especially not with a man as sexy as you." He looks up at you meaningfully, running his fingers through your short hair. You start kissing his neck, causing him to moan. You nip at the skin, and more noises spill out of him. Eddie runs his hands down your back, digging his nails in as you mark him with hickeys. "It's funny…" He breathes out. "I feel like a girl in this position. I like it though. Jesus, I hope I'm not being weird." You stop teething on him to meet his eyes.

"It's not weird at all. I get what you mean. I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, though." You resume your work, and Eddie snakes his hand down your front until he grazes your cock. You moan into his ear, and he grips your length. "You want to go further, baby?" You whisper in his ear, making him shiver.

"Yes. Please." He replies softly. You sit up to remove your shirt, and he mirrors you. You're both topless now, taking in each other's bodies for a moment. You explore him with your hands, running your fingers over his tattoos. "You like those, huh? I'm surprised you don't have any." He reaches over to feel you now. Your glistening muscles entrance him, he can't help but stare. You're the most beautiful man he's ever seen. Way better than any of the guys in the magazines.

"I've always wanted at least one. They're badass. But I can never think of what I would want on my body forever."

"I can give you one sometime, if you want. Just stick and poke, but you can do a lot with that." He smirks at you briefly, but it dissolves quickly, his motions coming to a stop. He's realizing what he said, assuming you'd want to see him again after tonight. "Sorry, I'm making plans for no reason. You probably don't want to see me after tonight." He looks down, his face falling into sadness again. You lift his chin with your finger, kissing him softly.

"Don't make assumptions, Eddie. Who knows? Maybe I do want to see you again. But let's not worry about that, okay? Just focus on right now. And right now, I want you to lay down." He does as you ask, and you slowly strip him of his remaining clothes. You slip his sneakers and socks off. Then you go to his belt, slowly undoing it. His breathing gets heavier as you work, eyes glued on your every move. You pull his jeans down along with his boxers. He's on full display to you, his cock hard and leaking precum. You look him in the eyes as you take his length in your hand.

"Fuck, Y/N." Eddie moans as you begin to pump him. You go slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. You bring your head down to lick a stripe up from the base to the head. His hips buck involuntarily, and he calls your name again. You hold his hips to steady him, taking his entire length in your mouth. He gasps, hand shooting down to hold the back of your head. You bob up and down on him, swirling your tongue as you go. His lips let a stream of curses and moans flow into your ears as you work him. You feel his edge nearing, so you release him from your mouth with a pop. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're really good at that."

"You wanna try it for yourself, Eddie?" You ask him, he sits up on his elbows to look at you.

He grins again. "I thought you'd never ask." You switch places with him, laying down on the surprisingly soft pile of blankets. Eddie copies your actions, stripping off your pants and shoes. He pulls your underwear off afterwards, taking his time. When your cock springs free, his jaw drops. He's so intrigued by it, as he's never handled one not attached to himself before. He eagerly grasps your length in his hand, and it's your turn to moan. He licks the same stripe you gave him, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. His gaze makes your skin burn with lust, and you can't help but groan loudly when he finally takes you in his mouth. He tries to impress you by taking all of you at once, but he ends up gagging.

"It's okay, Eddie. Don't push yourself past your limit." You reassure him as he's blushing at his failure to deepthroat you on the first try. He takes what he can of you in his mouth again, doing the same tongue swirl. "Fuck, Eddie. You're doing so well. Keep going, I'll let you know when to stop." He goes up and down on you, stroking what won't fit with his hand. He wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel. It's like you're on fire, pleasure building and building under your skin. You sense your orgasm quickly approaching, pushing Eddie off of you. "That's enough, babe. There's still more to do."

"It sure was fun, though." He lets your cock fall from his grip, smashing his lips onto yours. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging again. He groans into your mouth, and straddles you. He grinds his cock against yours, causing both of you to whimper. You keep up with his rhythm, the friction between you feeling so fucking good. You don't want him to stop, but you don't want to cum just yet. You break away, causing him to whine.

"So eager, aren't you? Just be patient, baby." You stroke his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut. "Let me go into my bag. Then we'll get to the good part." He lifts himself off of you, taking your place as you crawl over to your bag. You unzip it, pulling out the lube and condoms. You turn to face him again. You stop in your tracks, you're taken aback by how beautiful Eddie looks like this. He's all laid out to you, his hair splayed about on the blankets, his skin slicked with a fresh coat of sweat. He's so gorgeous, and he's all for you.

"Whatcha got there, sweetheart?" He asks with a grin. You show him the items, his eyes go wide again.

"You okay, Eddie? We don't have to do anything else if you don't want to."

"No, I definitely want to.” He insists. “I want you to fuck me, Y/N. I need you, just tell me what I have to do." His eyes are glistening, almost teary again. He's waited so long to be able to explore this part of himself. He's tired of hiding away. Sure, he loves women, but he wants to be with men too. And until now, he's been too scared to ask anyone. Ask the wrong man in a town like this and you're a pariah. Or worse, you're dead.

"Okay, babe. Just relax. Which way do you want to do this? Either I'm in you or you're in me. I'm fine with whatever you want, Eddie." You stroke his thigh again, comforting him. He takes a moment to think about it.

"I want you in me. And if it's not too much, could we do it again the other way?" He asks shyly, his cheeks burning red.

"Of course, sweetheart. I think it would be good for you to know which way you prefer. So, first, I'll have to loosen you up a little with my fingers, okay? And again, just tell me if it's not working for you." He nods, staring at you expectantly. "Alright, I'm going to have you get on your hands and knees for me, it's just easier to maneuver that way." He gets into position, shuddering in anticipation. You steady him with your hand on his back, he calms down a bit. You open the lube, squirting some onto two fingers. Your dry hand grabs his ass, squeezing gently. He moans quietly, awaiting your next move. You bring one finger to his tight hole, you massage the outside of it slowly, and he groans again. Once he seems to lean into the new sensation, you slowly push the finger inside of him.

"Y/N!" He cries. You almost pull back out, worried you've hurt him. "No, don't stop. Please, keep going." You continue, pumping your finger in and out of him, more beautiful sounds falling freely from his lips. After he's accustomed to you, you add a second finger. "Shit, it feels so different. So fuckin' good though." You continue moving inside of him until you feel like he's ready for your dick. You remove your fingers, and Eddie whines at the loss. You rip open a condom, rolling it over your cock. You squeeze more lube onto your length, gasping at the coolness of it. You kneel behind him, grabbing his hips.

"I'm going to put myself inside you now. Just say the word if it's too much, babe." He nods in agreement, and you slowly push your length into him. Moans burst from both of your mouths, he feels so tight around you. "You doin’ okay, Eddie?" You ask through gritted teeth.

"Yes, more than okay. Please, give me more." You love how much he's asking, begging you to fuck him. He's wanted this for a long time, and you're more than happy to grant his wish. You start thrusting inside him, taking it slow. He moans your name over and over like a chant. You can't help but moan back. "Faster, Y/N. Please." You obey his request, snapping your hips. You knock the breath out of him, and he groans when it returns. "Fuck, it feels so good. Too fucking good." He's putty in your hand, calling out praises at you with each thrust. The sound of your moans and skin slapping fill the van, which shakes in time with your movements.

"You're taking me so well, Eddie. And you're so fucking tight." You're getting closer to the edge, picking up the pace to bring Eddie with you. "Are you close, babe?" You ask breathlessly.

"Fuck. Yes. Go faster. Cum with me." He's a panting mess beneath you, the noises spurring you on. You snap your hips even faster, going at inhuman speed. You feel yourself losing it, cum filling the condom as you continue moving inside Eddie. You hear him reach his high, his load spurting out of his cock and onto the blankets. "Fuck, Y/N!" He shouts as his orgasm rocks through him. You gradually stop thrusting, pulling yourself out of his ass carefully. You tie off the condom and toss it in your bag to dispose of later. Eddie's laying with his lower half still in the air, in utter shock of how strong his orgasm was.

"You alright, Eddie?" You ask, helping him lay down next to you. You rest his head on your chest, stroking his hair. He doesn't say anything, but you feel his breath stuttering. And there's tears falling from his eyes. "Hey, hey. It's okay, babe. I didn't hurt you did I?" You sit both of you up to look in his eyes. His lip is quivering slightly, and his eyes are red.

"No, you didn't hurt me, I promise. You were so good. I just-" He starts to sob, and you bring him into your chest. You kiss the top of his head, feeling yourself lose a couple tears as well. He wraps his arms around your middle, letting everything out.

You understand how he feels. This is the first time he's been able to act on a part of himself that the world says is wrong. It wasn't too long ago when you were in his shoes, longing to be fully open with someone. You can only hope the future will bring a more forgiving society. One where who you are or who you love doesn't matter. One where the content of your character counts above all else. Not just for your sake, but for Eddie's. He's such a bright young man, but this cruel world forces him to hide himself away. You find it so unfair, because you think he deserves everything he desires. You wish you could give it all to him. Maybe you can't do all that, but you can give him this moment. And as the man who was your first did for you, you can make Eddie feel whole.

"Fuck." Eddie sniffles, chuckling. "I feel so silly, Y/N. But I feel like I don't have to explain anything to you. You just understand it. You understand me. You make me feel special." He wipes his eyes, looking up at you. "Can I make you feel special now?" He makes himself level with you again, eyes pleading to return the favor. And who are you to deny him?

"Yes, Eddie. You can." You kiss him deeply, pulling away a moment later. "How about a smoke break first, hm?" You stroke his arm gently, giving him goosebumps.

"Sounds good to me." Eddie smiles, crawling over to his jacket, pulling out two cigarettes and a lighter. He puts them both in his mouth, igniting the ends. He hands one over to you, and you happily take it. You lean against the side of the van, smoking thoughtfully. You feel his eyes trained on you, watching your muscles flex as you take a drag, or breathe. "You're so gorgeous, Y/N. Like one of those marble statues or something."

You glance at him, chuckling as you blush at his compliment. "Thank you, Eddie. That's really sweet of you to say. You're very handsome too, you know."

"Thanks." He says sheepishly, his cheeks matching yours. The both of you smoke silently, running your free hands up and down each other's bodies. Your bare flesh sizzles at Eddie's touch, and you can't stop staring into his big brown eyes. He takes notice of your erection, gripping it greedily while smirking at you.

"Shit, Eddie." You moan out, letting him pump you in his hand. You keep smoking, feeling the nicotine wash through you as he jerks you off. Your head is full of lust, swirling with sensation. He stops, taking your spent cigarette from you, putting it out along with his in the ashtray. He returns to your side, kissing your burning skin roughly. He plants his lips all over your body, from your neck, to your chest, your thighs, wherever you'll let him reach. You breathe heavily, savoring every wet mark of his mouth to your flesh.

Eddie moves in front of you, positioning himself to take your dick into his mouth again. You groan as your length disappears past his lips, and he hums on you as he takes as much as he can. His tongue swirls around you as he bobs up and down, his hand pumping what he can't fit between his plush lips. He glances at you as he sucks you off, winking when he sees your fucked-out expression. He keeps going for a few minutes, but his jaw soon gets tired. He lets your dick fall out of his mouth, along with some drool. He wipes it away, looking at you again. "Sorry, I'm not very good at that yet." He says, sounding embarrassed.

"That's alright, Eddie. You did so well." You stroke his hair, trying to make him feel better. "You wanna fuck me now, babe?" You ask breathily, and he perks up at your suggestion.

"Fuck, yes." He straddles you, clashing his mouth with yours. His hands grip your hair, tugging roughly. You moan into his touch, dragging your nails down his back. Eddie can't help rubbing his cock against yours, creating welcome friction. He moves on you like an animal in heat, his lips migrate to your neck. He licks your skin, sucking on it to leave dark hickies. He seems more confident now, and so very eager to please you.

The inside of the van feels like a sauna, the two of you radiating pure lust. "You're such an insatiable little thing." You chuckle lowly, bringing his head up to face you again. "How do you want me?" Your hand caresses his face gently, your eyes searching for doubts again.

Eddie's breath stutters, he's contemplating your question carefully. "Is it comfortable for you to lay on your back?" He asks, unsure of himself again. When you don't immediately reply, he almost dismisses the idea. "We can do it the other way if that's easier, I don't mind." His gaze falls, worried he’s ruined the mood. You use your finger to lift his chin.

"I can lay down for you, no problem. Don't be so nervous to ask for what you want, Eddie." You tenderly kiss his lips, making him melt. Your hand casually brushes over Eddie's cock, making him gasp. "Let me get comfortable, okay?" You say, barely above a whisper as you teasingly grip his length in your hand for a second.

"'Kay." He exhales, climbing off your lap once you release him from your grasp. You take out another condom from your bag, handing it to Eddie along with the bottle of lube. You shift your body to lay on the blankets, putting your knees up for him. He sits before you, holding the objects you gave him. "Should I loosen you up first, Y/N?" He asks, setting the condom down. He looks so adorable, gazing at you with wide, unsure eyes.

"Yes, just do as I did to you earlier. One finger first, start slow. Then add another, okay? And don't worry about having too much lube, it's better than not having enough. Take you time, baby. And relax, this ain't my first rodeo." You laugh, and he does too. He nods his head at your instructions, seeming more relaxed now. He squirts some lube onto a finger, lowering it between your legs. He mimics your actions, massaging your puckered hole first. You moan quietly, nodding encouragingly when he looks at you again. "Go ahead." You breathe out, anxiously waiting for his digit to enter you. He finally slips it in, his mouth falling open at how warm you feel around him. "Fuck." You groan, looking deep into his eyes.

He starts to pump in and out of you slowly, watching every reaction of yours. He's teasing you, smirking as you consistently moan and curse for him. Your hearts race, breathing so heavily it's borderline hyperventilating. You've never been this easily revved up before, especially given how experienced you are. But Eddie's much different, you're genuinely attracted to him as more than just a casual fuck in the woods. "Should I go faster? Or add another one?" He asks expectantly.

"Another, please." You almost whine at him, scoffing mentally at your tone. You don't whine, at least, not usually. He's truly having an almost supernatural effect on you. His smirk grows wider, pushing another finger inside you. Your moans get louder, and he takes that as a signal to speed up. "Shit, you're really good at this." You praise him lustfully, laying your head down to focus on the sensations coursing through you.

"You're so sexy when you moan for me." He continues fingering you, laying his body over yours to kiss you as he does so. You could lay like this for hours, just enjoying the taste of his mouth and him working your asshole with his hand. Your dick is leaking precum, dripping onto your stomach. He breaks away from the kiss, his eyes blown out with hunger. "Can I be inside you now?" He stares down at you, and you nod. He carefully slides his fingers out of you, making you groan at the loss.

Eddie sits on his knees, ripping open the condom, before rolling it onto his cock. You watch him, propped up on your elbows. He pours the lube onto himself, cursing at the coldness of it. He spreads it around with his hand, and lays over you once again. He waits for you to give him the go-ahead, positioning himself outside your entrance. "I'm ready, baby. Just start slow." You put your hands on his shoulders, steadying him as his dick pushes slowly into your ass. "Oh, fuck." You call out, gripping his shoulders harder.

"Shit…you’re so tight." Eddie chokes out as he fully slides into you. He lets you get used to his size, and you nod for him to start thrusting. He keeps intense eye contact with you, looking at you almost lovingly. You both moan repeatedly as he slowly moves inside you. "Jesus, I'm not gonna last long like this, Y/N." He says, trying to remain calm. He's overwhelmed by how snug and warm your insides are, it's like nothing else on earth.

"That's okay, Eddie. I can speed myself along to cum with you." You reply breathily, taking hold of your own cock. He picks up speed, setting a steady pace. "You feel so fucking good, Eddie. You're doing so well for me." You praise him, feeling waves of pleasure washing over you. You watch Eddie's facial expressions as he fucks you, he's got sweat on his brow and he can't stop moaning your name. He's hitting just the right spot inside you, setting your insides on fire. "How does it feel, Eddie? Tell me."

"Fuckin’ unbelievable, Y/N. Like nothing I've ever felt before. You're so tight and warm. Jesus Christ, I'm so close already." He speaks absent-mindedly, in pure disbelief of how good this all is.

"I know, I'm getting there too. Try to hold it for me, keep going." You jerk yourself harder in your hand, and Eddie pounds into you even faster. "Oh, Eddie!" You cry out, bucking your hips involuntarily. Your movement tugs on him, and he groans so loud in response. You're so close to the edge, and you desperately want to come undone. "Fuck me harder, please." You beg him, and he happily grants your request.

"Oh, God. Oh, shit. Fuck, Y/N. I'm gonna cum." His words are strangled in his throat as his high overtakes him. His mouth falls agape, and his eyes squeeze shut. Eddie's cock empties into the condom, and he keeps thrusting to take you down with him.

You ferociously stroke yourself, letting your orgasm rip through you. "Fuck- shit." Is all you can manage to say as your cum spurts onto your stomach and chest. Your whole body feels like it's combusted into a million stars. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, toes curling as you ride out your high.

Eddie slows down, eventually coming to a stop. He gently pulls out of you, a groan escaping your lips as your insides clench around nothing. He disposes of the condom, and you just lay here staring dumbly at the roof of the van. "You alright, Y/N?" Eddie asks, quickly coming to your side. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" He lays next to you, playfully stroking your face.

Your thoughts are clouded by what just took place, you're completely fuck-struck. It's a wonder you can string a sentence together at all. "Uh, I'm fine. You didn't hurt me, I promise." You swallow hard, trying to catch your breath. "You just-...it was really good." You chuckle in disbelief, turning your head to align with his. "You're amazing." Your eyes flick to his lips, and back to his eyes. You want to kiss him, hold him and never let go. You feel like a madman with all these thoughts swimming languidly in your mind.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N. You're the best man I've ever slept with." He says, laughing dizzily.

"I'm the only man you've ever slept with." You chuckle back, rolling your eyes at his antics.

"True. But if there ever is another, you'll be a tough act to follow." Eddie smiles at you, picking up on what you want as he lowers his mouth to dance with yours. His hand snakes behind your head to hold you closer as he bites your lower lip. You moan for him, letting his tongue slide in to tangle with your own. He's such a good kisser, it's like a second language to him. And what he's doing tells you everything you need to know. He has no intention of letting you go, he can't explain it. There's something about you that he's drawn to, and it's definitely not just your cock. You're special, and you make him feel like he's special too. "It's unlikely, though. I think I like you too much to say goodbye."

Your eyes widen at his words, surprised that you both seem to be on the same page. You grip the sides of his face with your hands, trying to telepathically communicate just how strongly you agree. "So don't." You reply quietly, briefly kissing him again. His doe eyes flutter shut when you do, and butterflies swarm around wildly in your bellies. You pull him closer to you, laying his head on your muscular chest. He nuzzles against you, putting his leg over yours to stay warm.

"I want to stay like this forever, Y/N." Eddie blurts out, his fingers dancing on your bicep. His tone is blissful, if not twinged with slight sadness at his realization of how unreasonable that request is.

"We can certainly try, Eddie." Your arms hold him closer, wishing for this moment to last for eternity.

The End.

[litteralyjustawriter]

'Night Pretty Boy

Eddie Munson x M!Reader (Fluff)

Synopsis: Getting snowed in at your best friend Eddie's house while the heating unit is down and cuddling for warmth.

Contents: Male reader (Pretty boy and nothing else), Implied Autistic Eddie, no use of y/n, no use of personal pronouns for reader

It was the beginning of winter, light snowfall, leftover leaves from the previous season, and psychos already decorated for Christmas. Well- that's what it should be like, however Midwestern weather is an unpredictable curse and Hawkins Indiana wasn't exactly immune to mother nature's cruel jokes. Instead you were snowed in at your best friend Eddie Munson's house, still struggling to find warmth in two of his jackets while his radiator was, sardonically, broken.

"God, it's fucking freezing!" You whined to yourself, your entire body shaking in an agonizing chill. Looking at Eddie you could tell he wasn't doing much better as he attempted to make you both hot chocolate with trembling hands.

"Common pretty boy, it's not that bad- I mean at least we still have power." Eddie countered with practically no conviction. It was obvious he had a poor time keeping warm, wearing his leather jacket until the peak of summer, his hands chronically frozen to the touch, this was his worse case scenario.

"What good is power if it's not keeping us warm in a fucking snow storm Eddie!" Your snarky retort was quickly returned with a dramatic scoff.

"Well I'll never!" He theatrically uttered, his hand being practically sentient with its extreme movements. "I work so tirelessly to make you such a marvelous drink and this is how you repay me!?" Retracting from the persona he added a few simple words. "Besides I don't see you suggesting any other ideas to keep warm"

Now you were warm, not exactly your body but definitely your face. The repressed plan you had hidden immediately popped into your mind.

"I mean we could cuddle-" The words practically spilled out of your mouth without any thought, surprising both you and Eddie who had long forgotten whatever he was doing to turn an look at you.

"I mean- like- body heat and stuff right?! Not in a weird way or anything it's just that we could absorb each other's heat or somethi-"

"Yeah that's fine."

You looked up to meet the other man's eyes only to be met with eyes looking the farthest to the side they could while still facing you. For Eddie you could never tell if his averted gaze was due to embarrassment, discomfort, or simply his brain chemistry but regardless you couldn't help but smile as he covered his face with his hair and taped his finger on his leg to distract himself from the silence.

"Well- uhm-" Eddie quietly vocalized, breaking the stillness that filled the trailer, looking at the ground in front of you, still covering his face with his curls "- my room is right down the hallway if you want..."

"That sounds great Eddie" you replied, getting up and smiling at him before moving to his room. He quickly followed suit, completely forgetting your drinks as he kept his arms close to his body, forming T-Rex arms at his stomach. Opening his door, he apologized for the state of the room before tensely sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Sorry for the mess, I was preparing for Hellfire and didn't get a chance to pick up." You knew damn well he wasn't going to clean it, he hated picking up his things but simultaneously hated the mess that came with living in a space. You didn't have to look very hard to see he was obviously painting a Beholder on the floor, with scattered newspapers on the floor, miscellaneous objects that once adorned his floor freshly pushed out of the way, and a small fan pointed at the figure. After meticulously stepping around his floor, you leaped onto his bed, pulling him down by the shoulders to join you.

Meeting his shocked stare as you both laid on your sides you quickly laid a peck on his check before curling into his chest.

" 'Night Munson."

Hugging your waist closer to him he smiled, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

" 'Night Pretty Boy"

A/N: I started this a while ago, and if you couldn't tell by the opening paragraph, I started it before the Winter Solstice, not thinking it would take me this long to finish it so- Happy late holidays and my we hopefully have a good new year

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for kinktober: Eddie Munson giving oral to a transmasc reader?

ofc, thanks for the kinktober request <3 (I really hope he isn't out of character here)

Kinktober 2024 Day 18: Eddie Munson giving oral to a transmasc reader

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, cunnilingus/oral sex (reader receiving), slight hair pulling, Eddie's a massive tease, swearing

You were over at Eddie's trailer for what was supposed to be guitar lessons. You'd always wanted to learn, and luckily for you the town's resident bad boy not only owned a guitar himself but was also kind enough to offer to teach you how to play. That's what you'd initially planned on doing, anyway, until things got sidetracked in one of the lewdest ways possible.

He definitely didn't expect you to show up wearing cut-off shorts with a spaghetti-strap tank top of all things, but in your defense Hawkins had been having an unusually hot fall and you didn't want to be sitting in a trailer that had no air conditioner for hours on end while you were sweating your ass off.

"Damn, sweetheart. I was going to make a joke about you having to repay me for guitar lessons, but if you're going to show up dressed like this every time I guess there's no need," he lightly teased, letting his eyes linger on your bare arms and legs a bit longer than he probably should.

"Haha, very funny, Munson." You thought nothing of his comments as you rolled your eyes, chalking them up to being nothing more than the usual flirty quips he'd throw out whenever he saw you. It wasn't as if he was attracted to you or anything like that, he just acted like that around everyone his age. That's what you'd convinced yourself, anyway.

"Seriously, you should wear shorts more often. The legs on you are enough to make a man drool," he continued with a cheeky smirk, watching as you flopped down on his bed with a certain sense of casual ease. You'd been over to his place so often you didn't even think twice about it. "And don't even get me started on those arms and collarbones."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it already, you pervert," you lightheartedly complained while tossing a pillow in his direction, which he caught before it could hit him in the face. You hated to admit it, but the playful compliments he was throwing your way was starting to actually have an affect on you. You could feel your face growing hot, and it wasn't due to the weather.

Eddie wasn't stupid, either, despite what other people might think. He knew just how much his words were getting to you, which is why he wasn't at all fazed by your complaints or the way you threw one of his pillows at him.

"Ouch, sweetheart. That really hurts to know a pervert is all you view me as," he feigned offence while making his way over to the bed, setting the pillow back down as he sat next to you. "And here I thought you might actually like me."

"Oh, shut up," you huffed with another eye roll, starting to run out of retorts to his nonstop teasing. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he actually liked you, but there was no way that was possible.

"Make me." He leaned in some, the smirk that was on his face having widened into a grin. He wasn't really expecting you to do anything in response except for maybe giving him a shove before telling him to knock it off, but you were feeling a little bit bold today, bolder than usual.

Maybe it was the outfit you were wearing, maybe it was the heat, but whatever the case may be you were willing to take his dare and run with it. Which is how you found yourself laying back on his bed without your shorts or underwear on, his face trapped between your thighs as he ate you out like a starved man.

"Oh- Oh, my God-" You moaned out loudly as you arched your back up off the bed, your hand finding its way to his hair and giving it a sharp tug. "God, yes- Just like that-"

You could practically feel the way his lips were turned upwards into a smug position at your desperate cries of pleasure, and you had no doubt that he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

His tongue moved expertly throughout your dripping wet folds, zigzagging from one area to another as he slurped happily. The cold metal from his rings dug into the soft flesh of your thighs as he gripped them tightly, keeping them spread apart.

"God, baby, you taste even better than you look," he mused out loud as he lifted his head up some to glance at you, seeming amused by the way you shoved his head back down with your hand.

"I thought I told you to shut up already." Your words held no real malice to them, but he could tell you were going to be pissed if he kept denying you, so he didn't push it.

"Jesus, baby boy, calm down. I was just trying to give you a compliment, sweetheart, that's all." His mouth met your pussy again, pulling a long and loud whine from you when his nose intentionally bumped into your clit.

"You're doing this on purpose, you bastard," you accused while tightening your grip on his hair, something that made him let out a groan that seemed to reach your very core when the vibrations of the sound hit your pussy.

"Sorry," came out his muffled response as he finally stopped teasing you and got back to work at eating you out like he was supposed to be doing in the first place. You left out a quiet sigh of relief that was shortly followed by a series of needy moans, your fingers lacing through his hair as a grounding mechanism.

Learning how to play the guitar may have been a fun idea, but getting head from the guitarist himself ending up being a much better one, especially when he made you see stars from how good he was at doing it.

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But the thought of Eddie being so unapproachable and “scary” with everyone else, but when he is with you or talking to you he’s all

“I love you so much my sunshine, baby cakes, *kissy noises * no you hang up” kinda attitude!!!

twirling the phone cord around his finger while talking to you on the phone. One day the the hellfire guys over hear him on the phone not believing their ears bc that cannot be eddie talking?they start mocking him. The second he hangs up he is back to being all macho man again they start mocking him to his face but they start to get scared

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“Hey Ed’s? How many licks do you think it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop?”

“Mm don’t know babe” he mumbles trying to fix the strings on his guitar; he’s been irritated all day. Pent up

“Well.. I’m gonna try and figure it out“ you say, sitting back against the headboard, excited to find out the answer that’s been a mystery for decades

“Mk, g’luck” he replies not really interested

Unwrapping the grape flavored lollipop, tossing the wrapper in the floor eagerly, you set your mind to count every last lick

The taste is so sweet, it’s nostalgic, you haven’t had a sucker in years

1 lick, 2 lick, 3 lick

You lap your tounge all around it, getting every corner, each lick getting sour then sweet in your mouth

You’re louder than you think.

Eddie’s eternally cringing at the sounds, glancing over at you occasionally

25 licks, 26, 27…

You’re so focused on the flavor and the counting, you’re practicing sucking and blowing the damn thing like a cock

Eddie wants to tell you to tone it down but the more you lick, the more hazy and satisfied you feel.

It definitely shows on your face how dedicated to the task; and how concentrated you are

It’s making him horny. Squeezing his cock at the sounds, the way your mouths puckering on the purple candy, staining your lips.. your tongue

87 licks, 88, 89

You’ve been at this for so long, you don’t notice when Eddie sets his guitars down, sliding down his pants, along with his boxers, cock protruding straight up, twitching in anticipation to be touched, he watches you a few more minutes before fisting himself

“Mmm this is soo good, missed eating these as a kid” you practically moan out from the sugary treat, tapping it on your tongue

“Fuck” he whispers to himself, licking his palm in sync with you, getting his dick more slicker for himself to jerk faster and faster

123 licks, 136, 149…

Squeezing his balls with his free hand, precum slipping through his fingers.. he’s so much closer than he thought he’d be

“I’m still goin at it Eddie! Almost at 200 already, sure is getting smaller” you spit out, staring at the candy

“Y-yeah, that’s great baby keep goin, doing so good—“

Keep licking, keep licking, keep licking he says mentally, panting feeling his balls tighten, your drool rolling around the sides of it

“Hm, what was that? You ask looking back at him with puffy, purple wet lips

“Fuck fuck fuck ah shit—

He ejaculates everywhere, landing on the floor, the guitar, the candy wrapper

Your eyes widen at the scene unaware of how this even happened

“W-what the hell what that Eddie?”

“Shut up and keep licking. ”

[lennadanvers]

Boyfriend!Eddie x perfectionist!workaholic!overachiever!reader.

Like you're always stressed, having headaches three times a week and sleeping five hours a night. When you're not doing schoolwork you feel guilty, and when you get straight A's you barely let yourself enjoy before putting your head into the next thing that has to get done.

And then Eddie happens.

All your friends and family think he's such a bad influence. Since you met him, your grades have dropped. They are not bad now, but they were perfect before. And how come you're going out on school days? Also, you're getting up later than usual. He's making you either lazy (like him) or he's making you so tired that you can't focus in what's important.

Meanwhile, you have never been so happy. Eddie celebrates any class/test/project that you pass, even if it is with a B-. He invites you over to watch movies and eat cheap pasta box. He always smiles and tells you how proud he is of you, even when you didn't do anything big. When you stay over, you two sleep in late and cuddle in Eddie's warm bed.

So, maybe your academic life is getting worse. Who cares?

Not you. You're too busy having a better life.

[reallyromealone]

WARNING: ANGST, RAPE THEMES, IT GETS DARK, EDDIE IS A BIT OF A DICK, OMEGAVERSE

Eddie Munson x male reader

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Resilient.

That was the best way to describe (name).

Having been through the works in life, he pushed through.

"Goodnight baby" (name) tucked little (sons name) in, the boy content in the queen sized bed and hugged his little teddy bear.

His third birthday was near, something (name) thought about deeply.

He had put aside money for a gift and gathered his god parents, the only ones (name) trusted after all this time.

Opening up his laptop he hesitantly opened his email and typed.

This was the last time he was contacting Eddie Munson.

Not for money, not for anything.

This was the last olive branch he was giving him about their son, having sent countless letters to Wayne's home though he doubts Wayne told him after... the incident.

"Nancy wheeler... you can go to hell" he whispered to himself and sent the email.

"A son... fucking gold digger" Eddie hissed as he glanced at his phone while at a party with his friends, Dustin glancing at him "how dare he... probably not even mine."

"Dear Eddie,

I know you hate me, but I just want you to know, you have a son.

You don't have to meet him, but you should know he exists.

-(Name)"

He read this out loud and the party seethed, the band seethed as Eddie sent an email, not noticing others doing the same, Dustin, Mikey, Garreth and Eddie sending horrible messages.

'gold digger '

'slut'

'shameless whore'

'Come crawling back now that he's worth something? Pathetic'

'why not crawl back to the guy who knocked you up you cheap bitch'

These were things sent to him in multiple emails by people he once considered his pack, the Omega breaking down once his son went with his grandfather Hopp for the day, the cop wanting to take his duckling fishing for the day.

"I-I didn't cheat-- I-I swear!" He gasped out as Steve and Robin held him close, the two knew the truth of what happened and wanted to throttle Eddie Munson for how blind he was.

(Name)... wasn't a cheater.

He was a victim.

(Name) never let anyone get close to him like that since high school ended, his focus on his pup.

That boy was (name)s world, sacrificing everything so he had a good life.

And he would never let another alpha hurt him again.

"And then my ex, you remember (name)? Fucking messages me and like 'this is your kid'" Eddie ranted to his friend, an outcast who also attended Hawkins high "fucking slut cheats then has the Gaul to say that kids mine? Guess the baby daddy ditched him"

"...you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" Eddie was hesitant as he looked at his friend "(name) didn't cheat..." he said softly "he was raped, there was a whole rape kit and everything, Nancy made lies about him because she thought he was too close to Steve because she didn't know you two were dating" the friend explained and eddie felt his world stop.

"...what?"

No.

What?

Holy shit.

Eddie felt his world stop as he thought about everything.

Oh god...

He... he was so cruel to his boyfriend at such a traumatic moment.

Eddie shot up and left, driving back to his house.

Rushing to his laptop he went back to that email, clicking the photo attached to it and stared. That was his son, he was a spitting image of Eddie with (name)s eyes and skin tone, wild hair and the smile... oh god the smile.

He didn't know what to do.

"He was raped... oh god my mate was raped..."

By who?

Who did that to him?

Oh.

Eddie thought back to that day.

The day he dumped (name).

"Oh my god..."

[hllfireclb]

What about catching Eddie while he cries? He‘s the type of person to hide his true feelings from others, we all know that (cafeteria scene with Jason, that’s all I’m saying)…there‘s probably no one who knows the real him. The real Eddie. Not even Wayne. Eddie sits in his room late at night, all high or drunk while playing some sad melodies he has written himself when he feels it. He feels how hard it gets to breathe and how his eyes go all blurry. Not every night is like this, most of the time he‘s way too stoned, that he just goes to bed after making himself some "food" (cereal because our poor boy can’t cook). But tonight it’s one of the fucked up nights. The nights where he thinks about how his "father“ left him, his mother died, his grades and the fact that he‘s been trying to graduate since forever now. He feels useless, dumb, like he‘s worth nothing. He can’t even help his poor uncle with the bills and he really tries to help. But the drug deals don’t make enough money to survive. So when he finishes the last few notes of the song he can feel how hot tears start to stream down his face. Everytime this happens he just feels so embarrassed, so pathetic, so sad. No one ever cared for him in that way, he hates to admit it but it breaks his heart. Knowing that there‘s no one who truly understands and accepts him. The real him. Suddenly his bedroom door opens and he never swiped away the tears so fast. He looks to his, now opened, bedroom door and sees…you? It‘s literally 1am, what would you do at his trailer at this time ? Sure, you two of you are best friends for a while now but he doesn’t remember giving you a key for his home. Your eyes meet his and it doesn’t take you long to realize what you‘ve just interrupted. "Oh my god, are you okay?!" You ask and walk over to him, taking his soft hands into yours as soon as you sit in front of him. His eyes lock with yours against, tears filling them insteadly. No one ever asked him if he‘s okay. It‘s a simple question and it breaks his heart. You see how his lips start to wobble a bit, how his cheeks turn red and his tears start to spill. Your arms wrap around him insteadly after you put away his beloved guitar, pulling him in for the softest bit most immediate hug ever. Your hand finds it’s way to his hair and you start to stroke his head slowly.

"It‘s okay Eddie…I‘m here, You’re Safe. I promise"

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[venuscrashed]

Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: no pronouns used, not proofread, ooc?

word count: 1k

Eddie Munson. The Freak. The Guitarist. The DnD DM. Your admirer. Eddie Munson, who would always watch you from affair, studying you more than he studied for his tests. Eddie Munson, the one who would look for your face at every performance, despite knowing you would never show up. The same guy who got held back multiple times in high school. The same guy who was standing in the gym watching you, waiting for your practice to be over.

He stood there as he watched you dribble the basketball. Watch as you glide across the court against your own teammates for the drill. He couldn’t help but admire how serious you were about your sport, about your future, something he could learn from you.

His palms were sweaty, heart going a mile a minute. He stood there in a stiff manner while his mind thought of everything that had happened. It was a simple bet, stupid, but simple. All he had to do was pass his last test, a test he took so many times that he should have known all the answers by now. But, of course, he had to lose to Robin. Now that Robin had won, she dared him to finally confess. This happened a while ago but now that you're eighteen it’s fine. Right?

Before Eddie could back it the coach had already blown his whistle. Your teammates high fived each other and broke off into groups. You and your two friends stood around while the rest of the team went off to take showers in the locker room. He watched as they laughed and looked back and forth between the two of you. He almost left right there and then if it weren't for you walking over to him.

His body stiffened, taking two steps back but was stopped once you caught up to him. “Hey Eddie. You need something?” He froze right then and there. He yelled at himself for acting like some lovesick, teenage girl.

“Yeah. I was wondering if I could talk to you.” He watched as you nodded for him to go on. He was going to kill Robin after this. “So, um, happy birthday. You’re finally an adult. Congrats!”

You watched as he did that stupid little smile and stupid jazz hands. You looked down at your shoes with a small smile. Chuckling at his antics before looking up,” Thanks. I’m surprised I haven’t gotten kicked out yet.”

Eddie let out a loud laugh, louder than what he intended. He quickly stopped and squinted his eyes with an internal cringe. God, what you do to him. “Yeah, me too.” His eyes widened after he let out a gasp. “Not like that! I meant I’m surprised I haven’t gotten kicked out. You’re fine! I mean-”

With your hand over his mouth you started laughing. He visibly relaxed and listened to that sound he loves so much. That laugh that got him hooked since day one back when you two met at a basketball game.

It was your first basketball game with their highschool team. He got dragged along by his friends after he told them what his uncle said. Having to go and talk to other kids his age. Eddie dreaded being there but soon found it delightful after he saw you.

You were on the court, it was the first half. The coach put you in the starting line up, dubbing you their star player after watching you in middle school. Your back was to his face while you tried to get the ball. 

His eyes fixated on you, a slight interest growing. It only grew bigger once you had turned around. Gareth had heard him gasp. He looked towards where Eddie was looking, letting his mouth hang wide after he saw your face. 

“Damn,” Gareth had said with a smile. Eddie quickly turned around and hit his friend in the arm.

“Hey man! Dibs!” Eddie yelled, which prompted Gareth to turn to him and start yelling as well.

“You can’t call dibs!”

“Yes, I can!” Eddie screamed, causing students to turn and look at him. “I looked first!”

They argued back and forth. Complaining about the rules of bro code. They caused the majority of the crowd's attention to go towards them.They would have kept going if it wasn’t for a loud whistle that caught their ears.

They both turned in sync. Both of them freezing when they realized it was you that whistled at them. 

“Hey boys! You gonna fight or watch me play?” Your teammates on the court had surrounded you, laughing and playfully teasing. They both watched in a trance. Eddie only grew more fixated when he heard you laughing along with your team.

“They’re so mine…”

Your fingers snapped in front of his face, drawing him back to you. “Hey! What were you going to say?”

With newfound confidence he straightened his back and looked you in the eye. “(Y/N) (L/N), would you like to go on a date with me?” He bowed dramatically like a prince, praying that you would say yes.

There was a long pause before he heard you laugh again. He looked up and saw your blushing face. He finally grew a smile when you rapidly nodded your head.

“Yes, Eds. I will go on a date with you.”

He practically jumped up. Grabbing your hand and leaving a kiss on it with a smile. “Great! I’ll pick you up at eight.”

The both of you smiled towards each other, savoring the moment. Which was quickly interrupted with your teammates oohing and clapping in the background. The both of you looked back at them. Some of your teammates teased you saying “get a room lovebirds” or “they’re married”. Others say “finally” and “it's about time”.

You bashfully smiled, turning back around towards Eddie. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks. He stared at you as you pulled him in and left a lingering kiss on his lips. His smile only grew bigger as he looked away with embarrassment.

Yeah the bet was worth it.

[hippiegoth97]

Beautiful Boy, Darling Boy: Eddie Munson x Reader

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Description: You've been with Eddie for years, and just six months ago you came out to him as transgender. He's nothing but supportive, and after a long day of work, he helps you through your daily/weekly rituals and has some intimate time with you...

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, smoking, male reader, trans!reader (FTM), gay!reader, bisexual!eddie munson, mentions of transphobia, family issues, deadnaming (marked as D/N), arguing, one use of the F slur and T slur, crying, LGBTQ+ references, struggles with gender/body image, fingering, handjob, unprotected sex, praise/degradation, dirty talk, slight brat/dom dynamic, choking, spanking, rough/aggressive sex, consecutive orgasms, overstimulation, fluff

Word Count: 8.8k

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Beautiful Boy, Darling Boy

"Go ahead, baby. I know you can do it." Eddie says, his hands on your hips as he stands behind you in the bathroom of his trailer. You're looking at him through the reflection in the mirror, holding a long chunk of your hair in one hand, and a pair of scissors in the other. You've been standing here for what feels like hours, trying to get yourself to cut your hair.

"You don't think I'm being crazy, Eds?" You ask as a tear rolls down your cheek. You know you want to do this, to feel more like who you're supposed to be. But you can't help wondering if this isn't the right choice. You don't know how your parents will react, let alone your friends and coworkers. They've known you as D/N for so long, as a girl and a woman. Will any of them accept you as Y/N, as a man? Your heart pounds, and your stomach is doing somersaults. Your hands tremble terribly as you wait for the first cut to come.

"Not at all, Y/N. I know it's scary, but you can't worry about what others are gonna think of you. Because as long as you're true to yourself, the right people will love you no matter what. Like I do." He leans forward to give you a light kiss on the cheek. His affirming words calm your nerves slightly.

Eddie's made every step of this process as easy as he can for you. The second you told him that you're trans, he immediately started using the name you gave him to call you. He's helped find resources for you to get a good doctor to start your transition. He gave you some of his clothes until you can shop for your own. He's helped you with binding your chest using bandage tape until you can get a real binder. But most of all, he still loves you and wants to be with you. There hasn't been a single second where Eddie let his affections waver, despite you being his 'girlfriend' for almost three years. He knows that he's meant to be with you forever, and he wants you to be happy above all else.

"Okay." You say with a small smile, before closing the blades of the scissors around your long locks. The metal slices through the hairs, making them fall in a big bunch in your hand. "Holy shit." You exhale, dropping the hair on the floor and inspecting the place where it used to be attached to your head. You suddenly feel euphoric, invigorated. You start cutting off more chunks, doing your best to keep the sides even. Luckily your years at beauty school come in handy in this scenario. Happy tears flow from your eyes as you chop every offending inch and end. It gathers on your shoulders when it doesn't pile on the tiles below. When you've taken off enough to satisfy yourself, you clean everything up so it doesn't look like a total disaster. Once you're finished, you brush away as much of the dead hair as you can.

"Wow. You look so handsome, baby." Eddie coos as he looks at you in wonderment. He means every word he says, you truly are the most gorgeous man he's ever seen.

"Thank you, Eddie. For everything." You smile like an idiot, admiring your new look while Eddie peppers your neck and shoulders with gentle kisses. But of course he gets some loose hair in his mouth, dramatically trying and failing to spit it out. "Jesus, what am I gonna do with you?" You ask with a laugh, setting the scissors down on the sink.

"Love me forever?" He asks, chuckling lowly when he gets the little cuttings off his tongue.

"You got it." You reply, leaning back against his chest. His arms move to wrap around your middle, holding you close in this joyous moment.

This happy little snapshot took place six months ago, but the rest of that day was far from pleasant. After you'd showered the itchy stray hairs off and gotten bound and dressed, you and Eddie went to your house to come out to your parents. The second they opened the front door, shit hit the fan.

"Oh, D/N. There you are, we were wondering when you were coming home." Mom says, her eyes widening as she looks you up and down. She ogles your chest, wondering where the swells of it have gone. And then she sees your new haircut. "Jesus, D/N! What the hell did you do to your hair?" She asks, almost angrily.

"I'll explain everything, Mom. Can we all talk in the living room?" You say sheepishly, feeling very self-conscious.

"Okay?" Dad says, a puzzled expression on his face. The four of you go inside, your parents sitting on the couch while you and Eddie sit in chairs across from them. "So, what is this about?" He asks while crossing his arms.

"Well, I've recently figured something out about myself. And I really hope you'll love and accept me for who I am." You pause, looking at their neutral faces to see if they change at all. "I...I'm not a woman. I'm transgender, so I'm a man. And I would like to go by Y/N from now on."

"What? Is this why you ruined your beautiful hair, D/N?" Mom asks in an interrogating tone.

"It's why I CUT my hair, yes. And please, call me Y/N." You speak as politely as you can while standing your ground.

"Oh, this is just ridiculous, D/N. You're not a goddamn man! You don't have a penis, I should know! I was there to cut the cord when you were born! You're a woman, end of story!" Dad shouts, his face growing red as he shoots down your identity.

"I don't have to have a dick to be a man. This is who I am, why won't you listen?" Your voice raises as you hold strong, though you can feel tears welling up in your eyes.

"Because you're talking crazy, D/N! You're a girl, regardless of what this freak you insist on dating may have told you." Mom chimes in, shooting Eddie a glare.

"He didn't tell me anything! I figured this out on my own! All Eddie has done is love and support me! Unlike you!" You shout, the tears coming down through your anger.

"Well, of course the psycho Satanist would support this insanity! D/N, I've always told you what a bad influence he is! Now, cut this shit out, stop squishing your breasts, and go put on some fucking girl clothes!" Dad orders, pointing upstairs at your room for you to go change.

"NO! I'm a man, and my name is Y/N! There's nothing you can do about it! I'll transition whether you like it or not, and I'm not going to stop seeing Eddie. I'm a fucking adult, and you can't stop me!" You scream, standing out of your chair.

"Fine. You're right, we can't stop you. But since you insist on deluding yourself, you can't live here anymore." Mom says calmly, a sickening smile on her face. She's convinced that this threat will make you give in to their demands.

"Fine! I'll go live with Eddie, then! I don't need this, and I don't need you!" You retort, taking Eddie's hand. "C'mon, let's go pack up my shit." He stands with you, though he hasn't said a goddamn word this whole time.

"You have ten minutes, and then we're calling the police. So make it snappy." Dad says, hammering the final nail in the coffin that signifies the end of your relationship with them. You don't care at this point, it's not worth putting up with their ignorant bullshit anymore. They have never been supportive of you or what you want in life. They've belittled your relationship with Eddie, and your pursuit of becoming a hairdresser. And any hobbies or clubs you enjoyed as a child were quickly squashed with their comments and criticism.

"I'm sorry, I guess I didn't even ask if I could live with you." You sigh, pulling your old suitcase from your closet. You remove any passable masculine clothes from the hangers and drawers, shoving them into the suitcase.

"It's fine, Y/N. I was going to offer anyway. I'm sure Wayne won't mind, and I'm certainly not letting you live on the street." Eddie says calmly. But you can tell he's boiling with rage beneath the surface. He goes to the linen closet in the hall to find some trash bags, asking you if there's anything he should focus on packing. You're mostly looking for clothes or anything with high sentimental value. Turns out it doesn't amount to much, but you don't mind leaving all the girly things in your overly-pink bedroom anyways. You definitely don't need them anymore.

You go back downstairs, placing your gathered things at the front door. "Mom, I need my legal documents." You state simply, knowing you'll need things like your birth certificate and social security card in the future.

"And why should I give them to you? They have our daughter's name on them, not yours." She replies, pleased with her snark.

"I am aware of that, but I'm going to need them and you damn well know that. They are my legal property, and I'll call the fucking cops myself and tell them you're withholding them from me. Or, you can hand them over right now." You cross your arms, staring her down.

"Alright, fine!" She gives up, heading into the study to retrieve the little folder where all such documents are neatly organized. She comes back, practically throwing the bundle of papers at you. "Here. Now, get out!"

"I will! And thanks for nothing, you are truly the worst parents ever. You have never supported me, or loved me. You just want to control me. And to that I say, fuck you!" You open the front door, stepping outside. Eddie loads your stuff into the van, and your father comes over to say one last thing. Something that neither you or Eddie will ever forget.

"This is all your fault. You corrupted our daughter, you fucking deviant. I just pray she'll see the light one day, and come back to us once she realizes what you've done to her." Eddie's face hardens, but he doesn't respond. You imagine he'd just end up punching Dad square in the face if he tries to speak.

"And one day you'll realize how evil you are for kicking out your own child instead of accepting them." You retort, helping your boyfriend shut the back doors to the van before getting in the passenger side. He turns on the engine, squealing out of the driveway to go back to his place. You can't help bursting into tears once the house you grew up in is no longer in view. "I'm sorry, Eddie." You sob, your face falling into your hands.

"What for, sweetheart?" He asks, looking over at you with concerned eyes.

"For everything. I know you didn't sign up for this. I'm just making your life difficult, and now I'm going to take up your space when there's already not enough to go around." Your chest heaves violently as you cry, you feel so many emotions at once. Anger, heartbreak, fear of what comes after this. But you also feel shame, and like you're burdening those around you.

"You cut that shit out right now, Y/N. I signed up for loving and supporting you no matter what. And I damn well intend to do it. You aren't taking up anything I haven't offered to you willingly. You're my boyfriend, and what's mine is yours. Okay?" He reaches over to rub his hand on your back, trying to calm you down.

"Okay." You say quietly, trying to slow down and breathe. It doesn't take long for Eddie to pull up to his trailer, and you find Wayne sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette.

Wayne notices you crying as you get out of the van, along with your new haircut. He's noticed you dressing differently the last couple weeks, but he's been waiting for you to tell him what's up in your own time. "What happened?" He asks, coming over to you.

"Y/N's parents kicked him out." Eddie says without thinking, and your eyes widen at him saying your new name in front of his uncle.

"Oh. Y/N, huh?" Wayne questions, giving you a once-over. You feel a lump forming in your throat, worried you're going to be kicked out of yet another home today. But Wayne just smiles, pulling you in for a bear hug. "It's nice to finally meet ya, Y/N." He says with a sniffle.

"Thank you, Wayne." You hug him back just as hard, unable to hold back even more tears. These ones are much happier though, it feels so good to be accepted by someone you've always considered a second father.

"Of course, kiddo. Let's get your stuff inside." He says, pulling away slowly.

"You really mean it, I can stay here?" You ask, somehow still doubting you're welcome to live here.

"Yes! You're always welcome here, Y/N. For as long as you need, forever if you want. You're pretty much family, for fuck's sake!" Wayne laughs, giving you a kind smile.

"I appreciate it, Wayne. You have no idea how much this means."

"Alright, alright! I'm lettin' you stay in a shitty trailer, it's far from The Ritz. C'mon, that's enough sappy shit for one day." Wayne insists, moving on to help with your stuff. 

And just like that, you officially became a part of the Munson household. Eddie emptied a couple dresser drawers for you, shoving his own clothes into the already overflowing ones. He made sure you had room for your toothbrush, shampoo, and other similar items. Anything else was given enthusiastic permission to be prominently displayed around his room, he wanted his space to become yours. Within minutes, this room he'd lived in all alone for years fell under the term he so lovingly calls 'ours'.

"How was work today, babe?" Eddie asks as you walk through the front door. He's relaxing on the couch, his head laying on the armrest. One leg is bent at the knee while the other stretches almost to the other end of the sofa. He's wearing nothing but some pajama pants, the waistband of his boxers poking out to say hello. A half-gone cigarette sits between two fingers on his right hand, and he brings it to his lips for a long drag.

"It was alright, got a couple odd looks from clients today, though." You sigh, putting your wallet and keys on the table. You've been working at the hair salon downtown, getting the job shortly before coming out to Eddie. Your coworkers are nice, sweet older ladies that took you in with open arms. Customers give you sour stares at times, or make the occasional comment. You try to ignore them, truly. But it's so hard to shut out the bigots when they make it a mission to let you know you don't belong. It's even worse outside of work. People often cross the street to avoid you, or call you 'fag', 'tranny' or 'freak'. Luckily Eddie isn't around much when that happens, you know he'd be getting arrested for assault left and right if he was.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. People are jerks." He gets up from the couch after stubbing out his cig, walking over to give you a comforting hug.

"It's fine. It's not so bad." You say unconvincingly. You nuzzle against his chest, trying to forget how awful today actually was.

"Y/N, I know what this podunk town is like. You don't have to pretend it's okay for my sake. I'm here to take care of you. So, if something's bothering you, please tell me." Eddie says sternly, giving you a serious look.

"Look, obviously it bothers me when people stare or call me names. But what can I do about it, Eds? We both know the people here are going to think what they want to. We're outnumbered. All I can do is pretend it doesn't get to me, otherwise they win." You reply, frustration lacing your tone.

He sighs, nodding in agreement. "I know, love. I just hate to see you treated so poorly. If people only got to know you, they'd see what I see." He smiles, raising a hand to cup your cheek.

"And what do you see, baby?" You ask, biting your lip through a smirk.

"I see a handsome young man, with the biggest heart in the world. A man who's kind, and thoughtful, and deserves everything he wants." He says sweetly, leaning in to give you a tender kiss. Your lips meet, and you melt against him instantly. Your arms go around his shoulders, pulling him closer. His hands rest on your hips, squeezing your sides through your clothes. You stay like this for a moment, your heads turning languidly as your tongues roll against one another. He tastes so good, like tobacco and the candies he snacks on all day. He pulls away, remembering what time it is. "C'mon, darling. You've gotta take your binder off, and it's 'T' day." He gently reminds you.

"Do I really have to take it off? I don't wanna see them, Eds." You hold back a sob at the thought of being faced with your breasts again. You want to get them removed, but you haven't been approved for the surgery yet. And it's gonna be quite some time before you make it to that step in your transition.

"I know, sweetheart. But it's not safe to keep it on for so long. You know that. But I'll sing to you, 'kay?" He coos, brushing away a stray tear that's fallen down your cheek.

"Okay." You nod, your bottom lip quivering. As much as you love returning home to your boyfriend, this is the one thing you do every day that feels like torture. But he's right, you're already feeling the uncomfortable squeeze of over-use compressing against your chest. He leads you gently by the hand, all the way to your shared bedroom. He closes the door, standing in front of you.

"You ready, babe?" He asks, checking your eyes to make sure you're comfortable with him helping you. So far, you've allowed him to assist you every time in removing whatever you've been using to bind your chest. Whether it's bandage tape, or the proper binder you managed to get, he's made a ritual out of it. His hands will carefully remove your clothes from the day, and redress you in some comfortable pajamas. He sings to you the whole time, a semi-modified version of "Beautiful Boy" by John Lennon.

"Yes." You exhale sharply, waiting for his hands to reach for the hem of your shirt. He begins to sing, and you let the velveteen words flow from his lips to your ears. You focus on how gorgeous they sound coming from him, and appreciate how they're sung just for you.

"Close your eyes, have no fear. The monsters are gone, they're on the run and your love is here." He recites softly, pulling your shirt over your head. You lift your arms to help out, closing your eyes to avoid looking at your chest. "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy." He continues, tossing your shirt on the dresser so you have it for tomorrow. He gets closer to you, caressing your sides with his fingertips.

"Keep going, Eds." You say, barely above a whisper. Your arms sit awkwardly, a couple inches outward from your body.

"Out on the ocean, sailing away. I can hardly wait to see how much you change. But I guess we'll both just have to be patient." Eddie slides his hands to the bottom of your binder, just barely slipping beneath the thick fabric. You breath hitches, another couple of tears falling down your face. You keep your eyes squeezed shut all the while, frantically nodding to tell him to just do it already. He lifts the sides of the binder, avoiding touching your breasts whatsoever as he pulls it over your head. A fresh rush of oxygen enters your lungs, but you can feel the lumps of tissue bounce against you. The feeling makes your heart ache, longing for the day where you'll never have to feel it again.

"Fuck." You mutter through clenched teeth, your stomach turning slightly.

"I know, angel. We're almost done, just bear with me." He soothes, his heart breaking at the pained expression on your face. "'Cause it's a long way to go, a hard row to hoe. Yes it's a long way to go, but in the meantime..." Eddie keeps singing, which slowly relaxes you. He reaches for the baggy band tee he set aside for you, unfolding it to bring over your head. "Arms up, Y/N." He asks politely, and you obey. You feel the comfortable material slip over your torso, large and loose enough to obscure the fact that you have anything on your chest at all.

"Thank you." You exhale, opening your eyes.

"We're not done quite yet, babe. But at least this next part isn't so bad." He takes your pajama bottoms from the dresser, and climbs into bed. "C'mere, love." He says, spreading his legs for you to sit between them. You do as he asks, after removing your shoes and hair-covered jeans.

You get in position, and Eddie hands you the little syringe and dose of testosterone for the week from the night table. You remove the cap from the needle, and bring the syringe to the top of the vial. You pull back the plunger to fill it expertly as you've done many times before. "Okay, all set." You state, putting the empty vial beside you on the mattress.

"Before you take your 'T', take my hand. Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans..." He trails off, reaching for your free hand to hold for a moment. You squeeze it tightly, taking a deep breath before you let go. You grab hold of your thigh, pinching the skin so you'll inject into the right area. Your breath shudders as you bring the needle to your desired mark.

"Mmm." You grunt as the thin metal stings when it punctures your skin. Eddie holds your sides again to keep you calm.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy." He finishes his song, watching as the syringe empties into your body. You pull the needle out once you're finished, sighing in relief as you toss the vial and syringe away in the trash beside the bed. "Good job, baby. My brave, handsome man." He presses a kiss to your neck, holding you close as a few more tears escape your eyes.

"Thank you for helping me like always, Eds. You're the best boyfriend in the world." You say as you wipe the salty tracks away, sniffling lightly. You reach for the pants Eddie prepared for you, slipping them over your legs.

"It's the least I can do, darling. You mean everything to me." He keeps kissing your neck, setting your skin alight with his plush lips. "So, should we order some Chinese for dinner? We can get those massive egg rolls you like." Eddie suggests, as he does every Thursday, to reward you for being so courageous.

"You've read my mind, Eds. I'm starving." You reply, your stomach gurgling in agreement. You both leave the bedroom, and you plop onto the couch while Eddie places your usual order. Sesame chicken, with extra fried rice, and two orders of egg rolls. Your mouth waters at the thought of it. Hawkins may be lacking in many vital areas when it comes to cuisine, but if there's one thing it does perfectly, it's Chinese take-out. It takes about an hour for the food to arrive, and Eddie pays the delivery guy at the door.

"Dinner is served, darling." He says sweetly, taking the paper containers out of the bag, distributing them onto the kitchen table. You take a seat across from one another, pecking away at the food with your chopsticks. You chew mouthful after mouthful in comfortable silence for a while, allowing your hums and grunts to be sufficient conversation.

"So, what did you get up to today?" You ask as you start to feel full, realizing you'd forgotten to earlier. Eddie doesn't seem to mind, but you want him to know you prioritize him as much as he does you.

"Uh...not much. Did a few deals, took a nap. But other than that, I've just been waiting for you." Eddie replies, smirking before he takes a big bite of chicken.

"You're always waiting for me, Eds." You chuckle.

"Mmhmm, I'm a kept man now. All yours, baby." He laughs, setting down his container of food. "And I dunno 'bout you, but I'm ready to move on to dessert." He swallows, reaching across the table to take hold of your hand. Simple a touch as it is, Eddie's flesh meeting yours is absolutely electric. His eyes align with yours intensely, asking if you want to move things to the bedroom.

"You got it, babe. Just help me clean up." You smile, packing up the leftovers to shove in the fridge. Once everything is cleared away, Eddie swiftly pulls you into him. Your arms collide with his chest, and you slide your hands upwards to rest on his shoulders. "Still hungry, huh?" You ask, biting your lip playfully.

"You know it, sweetheart." His own hands wander down your back to squeeze your ass. You moan quietly at the sensation, quickly heating up in your pajamas. Eddie roughly presses his lips to yours. Another muted moan escapes you, and he pushes things further. He's slowly walking you backwards to your room, still kissing you the whole way. He moves on to your neck, nipping and sucking your flesh until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed.

"Eddie." You whimper, savoring the warmth and sting of his tongue and teeth working your skin into dark purple marks. You let yourself fall onto the mattress, taking Eddie down with you. You don't even bother to close the door, Wayne's long gone for his shift at the plant tonight. You bounce slightly as you land, and you ignore the feeling of the sacks of fat on your chest moving with the rest of you. You don't want to stop enjoying this for anything.

"You doin' alright, darling? We can put your binder back on if you'd be more comfortable." Eddie offers, noting your body stiffening slightly after you landed on the bed.

"I'm fine, Eds. Just don't stop, please." You beg, wanting him to keep going. You're becoming very aroused with every passing second. You've noticed your sex drive has turned up significantly since starting your treatments. Eddie doesn't make a big deal out of it, but you can tell he enjoys it immensely. You two have always been pretty active, even prior to your transition, but the last couple months have taken things to a whole other level.

"I love it when you beg for me, such a good boy." Eddie says huskily while his lips brush against your chin. "Tell me what you want, babe. I'll do anything you ask." He says, his boner poking into your inner thigh.

"I want your fingers inside me, love. They feel so good." You whine, suddenly becoming very needy. You want him in every possible way, he's your everything. Your mind is swimming with lust-drenched thoughts. The anticipation of having Eddie touch you in all the ways you like builds rapidly within you.

"Take off your pants, baby, and lie down for me." Eddie says in a gentle command. He stands up, allowing you to get in position. You remove your pants and underwear, leaving your shirt on. You scoot backwards to lay your head on the pillows. He follows close behind, crawling over you on his hands and knees. Eddie looks over you, letting his eyes wander down your body. He focuses on your gorgeous face and lower half, noting your arousal on full view for him as your legs spread open. "So turned on already, and I've barely even touched you." He observes aloud, his gaze trailing back up to yours.

"Just for you, Eds." You reply, staring helplessly up at him. His hair hangs down on the sides of his face, brushing against you in a ticklish manner. You reach a hand up to cup his cheek, inviting him to touch you again. He leans down, pressing his pillowy lips to yours. One of his hands rests at your hip, while the other travels to the place you've been wanting him this whole time. His long, calloused fingers graze your enlarged bundle of nerves ever-so-slightly, and you moan loudly against his mouth. He slowly drags his digits around the area, eating up every desperate sound that escapes your lungs. It's heating up quickly in here, a sheen of sweat beginning to lather itself along the backs of your knees and under your shirt. He breaks away from your mouth, moving on to your neck again.

He spreads your slick around, repeatedly sending jolts of pleasure through you. "I love your sexy noises, Y/N. They drive me absolutely crazy." Eddie coos between kisses on your throat. His cock is unbearably hard, leaking precum into his boxers as he waits to have his turn. Hearing you moan and whimper his name pushes him further and further toward losing it altogether.

"Please stop teasing, babe. I need you." You whine, bucking your hips upwards when he runs over your entrance. He firmly presses you back down with his free hand.

"Of course, darling. Anything you want." He says, before pressing one finger into you. He watches your face twist in pleasure, curling his knuckles within your walls to stroke your sweet spot.

"Eddie. Give me more, go faster." You moan, holding his stare as he gradually picks up speed. He does as you ask, feeding another finger to your hungry insides. He amps up the pace as well, wet noises mixing in the air with your vulgar exclamations.

"Such a good boy for me, taking my fingers so well." He praises, smiling down at you lovingly. "You're so handsome, and sexy, the most amazing man I've ever known. Life meant very little until I met you, Y/N." Eddie has a habit of getting rather sentimental when he showers you with affection. You love every second of it, knowing that you both mean so much to one another is a powerful thing.

"And you're all of those things and more, Eddie. You've been so supportive of me, helping me every day as I become the man I want to be. I don't know where I'd be without you." You reply, keeping your thoughts straight to meet his adoring words with your own. You pull his head back down to yours, kissing him hard to turn up the temperature. Your other hand snakes between your bodies, running down his bare chest and stomach, feeling every ridge and curve of muscle and soft skin. You keep traveling downwards, ghosting over his throbbing erection.

"Fuck, baby. Want me that bad, huh? So goddamn needy." He groans, continuing to work you over with his fingers. "Gotta be a good boy and cum for me before I fuck you. You know that, sweetheart." He breathes out with a dominating smirk, his lips just barely brushing yours as he speaks. Your mouth falls open, taking his hot exhales in. Your head lightens at the limited oxygen between you, and you fully take hold of his dick through his pants.

"I just love how you feel, darling. You fill me up so well. My big, strong man." You goad him, building yourself up towards your prerequisite orgasm. You can't get enough of everything you and Eddie do together. Groping, kissing, dirty talk, among other things. It's like a drug, leaving you craving another hit again and again. "Take your clothes off, baby. I wanna touch you." You plead, feeling your high approaching at a steady pace.

"Well...if you insist." He chuckles, reaching down to pull his pants and underwear off with one hand. He kicks them away, and you immediately take his exposed cock in your grasp. "Shit, you weren't kidding." Eddie groans, making you laugh quietly as his eyes roll back into his head for a moment. He's already so wound up from hearing and touching you, it won't take much to make him lose control.

"C'mere." You say abruptly, lacing your other hand into his thick hair. You get a good grip, and yank his head downwards so you can have access to his neck. You latch on, sucking a large hickey onto his supple skin.

"God, you're gonna be the death of me." He whimpers, savoring the sensation of you attacking his neck and jerking him off while holding him down. You stay like this, letting yourselves focus on every single thought and feeling that bubbles up from your animalistic movements. You're getting so close, and you can't stop moaning against Eddie as you keep biting and licking him as he did earlier to you. He can sense your insides fluttering around him ever-so-slightly as your body prepares for release. "Almost there, sweetheart. Be a good boy for me, we can cum together." He huffs, his body coated in sweat as his stomach begins to tense. He's going to make quite the mess, and he definitely looks forward to it.

"Just a little faster, baby. I'll be such a good boy for you. I'm so fucking close." You whine in his ear, waiting for the knot within you to finally snap. It's just seconds away, all you need is a little push. He obeys your request, thrusting his fingers deeper and harder into you. "Oh, god! Just like that- fuck!" You cry out, the tangle of pleasure splintering off into thousands of flaming strands throughout your body. Your hips buck upwards, causing you to brush against Eddie's dick in your proximity. His fingers slip out of you from your squirming, and your juices manage to spill onto his length in the process. The feeling of the warm fluid, along with your fucked-out expression sends him flying over the edge.

"Y/N!" He grunts as his pelvis jolts against your hand. Eddie's eyes screw shut, leaning on his arms to keep himself upright as his orgasm takes over. His load lands warmly on your abdomen, marking you as his in sticky streaks of white. The idea of this gives you an intense thrill, to know you belong to him, as he belongs to you.

"I love it when you cum on me, baby. It's so fuckin' hot." You pant as your high recedes into nothing, letting Eddie's head and dick out of your grip. He gulps in air, rolling over to lay beside you while he catches his breath.

Your knees are still tented, legs spread open lazily. Eddie reaches over to the night table, pawing for one of the many packs of smokes he has lying around the trailer. "And I love frosting you like a donut, darling." He chuckles, pulling two cigs out of the pack. He sticks them both in his mouth, flicking his lighter to ignite the ends. He passes one off to you, which you gladly take.

"Must you always be so crude, Eds?" You laugh, taking a long drag of your cigarette. The nicotine hits you swiftly and easily, dizzying your head.

"'Fraid so, hot stuff. What you see is what you get. You know you love me for it." He smiles, turning his head to look at you.

"I love you for lots of things. Well...everything, actually." You clarify, exhaling a large cloud of smoke up towards the ceiling.

"Everything? Even when I'm being an ass? Or when I'm all grumpy because I haven't eaten all day? Or when I hide your keys, so you can't go to work unless you make out with me?" He asks, providing many examples of behavior he exhibits that may or may not irritate you to no end.

"Yes, Eddie. Even with all of those things, I love you more than I ever thought humanly possible." You say kindly, taking his empty hand in yours.

"I love you too, Y/N. You're my whole world." His thumb runs over your knuckles. You both continue to smoke, laying beside each other just like this. The minutes tick past, the paper and tobacco dwindling down to nothing as a gray haze fills the room. You put your spent butts out in the ashtray, and Eddie returns to his spot between your legs. He gazes at the mess he made on you minutes ago, wiping up one of the thick droplets with his thumb. He brings it to your lips, waiting for you to lick it off. "Open." He commands.

You listen to his orders, keeping perfect eye-contact as you accept his release into your mouth. Your tongue wanders around the pad of his thumb, rolling to taste the salty fluid. "Mmm." You moan as you swallow, he's always tasted so good.

"Good boy." Eddie praises, slowly pulling his thumb out of your mouth. You take his dick in your hand once more, finding he's already rock hard again. "Fuck, Y/N. Someone's getting greedy." He chuckles through a groan.

"I can't get enough of you, baby. Can you blame me?" You say sweetly, giving him a loving look.

"I guess not, my love. You're pretty damn addictive, too, if I'm honest." He replies, moving your hand to take over. He brings his tip to your dripping hole, rubbing against it to amp you both up for a moment.

"Eddie, please don't tease." You whine, your hips stuttering as you're still sensitive from earlier.

"Then beg, Y/N. Use your words, and you'll get what you want." He says darkly, continuing to spread your slick around with his tip. He moans at the sensation, using all his willpower to hold back from plunging into you.

"Please fuck me, Eddie. I need your cock inside me, so fucking bad." You plead, finding no reason to hide the intense desire in your voice. Eddie would probably keep holding back if you did.

"You got it, sweetheart." He replies, smirking at your whimpered assertion. He pushes his dick into you, taking his time. You moan as he fills you to the brim, stretching your walls deliciously. His breath catches at how warm and tight you are around him, swallowing hard as he bottoms out. "Shit, you're so perfect inside, baby."

"You always say that, darling." You reply in a cheeky tone.

"Well, pardon me for paying you a compliment." Eddie laughs, lowering his head to pepper kisses on your neck while you adjust to him. You run your hands up and down his back, tracing his shoulder blades and spine with the tips of your fingers. You sigh blissfully at how tender he's being, worshiping you with his lips as your insides relax.

"Mmm, wouldn't mind a few more while you're at it. Preferably after you start moving, though." You say in playful attitude, which draws his head up to look at you with a dangerous grin.

"Someone's bossy today. I thought that was my job." He almost growls, pulling out and slamming back into you on his final words.

"Fuck." You moan out at his tip hitting your sweet spot perfectly. Your nails dig into his back, crescent-shaped marks sure to be left behind. "Sorry, babe. I'd hate to put you out of work." You giggle, waiting for him to pick up the pace.

"You make me sound like a prostitute. Should I be offended?" He chuckles back, thrusting roughly once more.

You gasp, finding it difficult to keep up this flirty conversation. "Not at all, Eds. I'd never be able to afford you if you were."

"I'm that good, huh? Maybe I oughta start charging." Eddie thrusts again, just as hard and deep as those before it. He's warming you up, distracting you so he can blow your mind to bits when he really gets going.

"Charming as always, darling." You quip, rolling your eyes. You're hoping he'll speed up soon. All this buildup is driving you insane.

"Man, you're acting brattier than usual. Do I need to punish you, angel?" He asks, half-warning, half-asking you to let him release the darker side of him that he keeps tucked away most of the time. You can see in his eyes that he really wants this, and you'd be lying if you pretended you don't want it just as much.

"Do your worst, Munson." You smirk, prepared for whatever he has in store. His hands abruptly move to grip your waist and your throat, making you gasp in surprise. His rings dig into your hip, firm enough to leave bruises. His other hand waits patiently to squeeze your neck, biding its time for the opportune moment to choke you.

"You're gonna regret that, sweetheart." He says in a husky tone, suddenly thrusting roughly into you and setting a cruel pace.

"Jesus- fuck, Eddie." You moan, wrapping your legs around him to bring him closer. His dick slamming into you feels amazing, but you want more. "You gonna use that hand, or is it just for decoration?" You're working overtime in antagonizing Eddie, pushing his buttons. The way it makes him frustrated, and have to put you in your place, gives you a massive rush.

His jaw tightens at your taunting words. Eddie's eyes bore into yours intensely, and he wants to wipe that smug smile off your goddamn face. He begins to squeeze the sides of your throat, harder than he usually starts with. Your head lightens at the lack of oxygen, making you groan as loud as you can around his large fingers. "Naughty boy, you know better than to talk to me like that. But I wanna hear you say it. Who's in charge, baby?" He demands, continuing to fuck you senseless as he waits for you to answer him. He loosens his grip on your throat so you can speak.

"You are." You reply, still smiling wide as you don't really mean it. He knows you're still messing with him, so he takes hold of your chin. He squishes your face in his grip, almost hurting you. He puts himself as close as he can to you, raw, animal instinct taking over. You feel like a rabbit caught by the foot by a wolf, utterly helpless to your demise. Your heart pounds beyond belief, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"Who's in charge, Y/N?" He growls, clenching his teeth. He can feel how wet this little game of yours is making you, and the sensation of you lubing him up more with every shove of his cock into you is melting his brain.

"You are." You reply, poking your tongue out to lick one of his fingers. You still haven't submitted to him, if anything, you want to keep going further.

Eddie grunts in frustration, pulling out of you altogether. He flips you over onto your stomach, pinning your torso down while your ass is angled upwards. Before you can fully register his actions, his hand comes down onto your left ass cheek. It lands on your flesh with a loud crack, making you yelp. You would squirm, but Eddie's holding you firmly in place using all his strength. "You've been a bad boy, sweetheart. Now, I want you to tell me who's fucking in charge here." He says, before smacking your other ass cheek just as hard.

"You are, Eddie." You say as the buzzing sting sits on your flesh. You imagine there's large, red hand prints on your behind. And all you can think is how much darker you want them to be.

"Again." He demands, spanking you again, a little gentler this time.

"That one was weak, Eds. Try harder." You retort, and he sure as shit gives you what you ask for. He slaps the other side, even harder than the first time. "Fuck." You whimper, the pain from his calloused hands smacking you is exquisite.

"Had enough yet, baby? Or are you still misbehaving?" He asks, leaning down to speak in your ear. His tone is low and feral, waiting anxiously for you to surrender. But you can't give in that easily.

"I think you're holding back, darling. You wanna be in charge? Then fucking do it." You say seductively, and you know you've got him hook, line, and sinker.

"Your wish is my command, angel. Don't say I didn't warn you." And without another word, he rams his cock into you with extreme force. He takes hold of your waist, still pinning your torso to the bed. Your face presses sideways into the pillows, making it hard to breathe.

"Oh, god!" You cry out, eating up every way Eddie uses your body. He fucking you unbelievably hard, possibly harder than he ever has, though you've driven him near this point a few times before. Your hands fist the sheets and blankets below you, trying to keep a good grip. Eddie's hands alternate slapping both sides of your ass as he jackhammers into you. You moan and call his name helplessly, finding your second orgasm sneaking up around the corner.

"Do I need to ask you again, or are you gonna be a good boy for me?" Eddie says breathlessly, sweat dripping down his forehead as he goes harder than he ever thought possible. You've made something within him snap, unlocking an entirely new side of him he didn't know he had. He's always been rough, and dominating, but this is different, primal.

"You're in charge, Eddie. You're so big, and strong, and you fuck me so good. Keep going, baby. I want you to ruin me, tear me apart." You whine through your moans, you truly don't want him to stop until you've snapped in two.

"Good boy, that's what I like to hear. Gonna fuck you til you can't walk, fill you up with my cum. You belong to me, angel, nobody else." He spews filthy words at you, which mingle together with the slaps of glistening skin and the loud smacks of his hands landing on your ass over and over. Tears fall from your eyes, he's gonna make your butt so sore you can't even sit down. And you're gonna thank him for it.

"Only you, Eddie. No one else can make me feel this good. No one else can satisfy me like you." You reply, your lustful confessions pushing him further toward the edge. His thrusts are growing unfocused, and you can tell he's almost there. You're close behind, but you need him to do more to get you there at the same time. "Choke me, Eds. I wanna cum with you, feel you mark me as yours." You beg, hoping he'll give you what you want despite disobeying him tonight.

"Only because I love to hear you beg, sweetheart." He chuckles, laying his body over yours. His elbow keeps you trapped in place, while his hand creeps up to your throat again. He cuts off your oxygen, amplifying every sensation as you feel a wave of ecstasy washing over you. You let out a strangled moan, your knees buckling as your high takes you down into pleasure-filled depths. Your walls squeeze on Eddie's dick, milking him for all he's worth. "Fuck, Y/N. Such a good boy, soaking my cock." He groans, his hips bucking erratically into you as his load spurts into your throbbing hole. Your release mixes with his, threatening to spill out once he leaves you. You both can't wait to taste it, it's always sweeter than honey.

Eddie lets go of your throat, allowing your noises to be heard at full volume. He's still thrusting into you, turning your fluids into a sticky paste that's dripping down the insides of your thighs. "Jesus, Eds. You're gonna make me cum again if you keep going." You warn, your legs trembling in the aftershocks. You're still sparking, which can easily turn into engulfing flames if he doesn't stop.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, angel." He says, taking your words as a challenge. He loves making you lose it as much as he can, licking you clean afterwards is one of his favorite things. He thrusts faster again, groaning at how sensitive his dick is. It's threatening to go soft any second now, but he can't help himself. He needs to feel you lose it again.

"Eddie, oh, God! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" You shout, clamping down on his cock as your third orgasm makes you explode from the inside out. Another dose of your arousal flows out, making even more of a mess that's already run down your legs. You can't breathe for a good ten seconds, your eyes rolling shut as you almost black out.

"Shit, that's a good boy." He groans, allowing himself to fall out of you. His body goes backwards, landing like an exhausted starfish behind you. Your ass still sits in the air, and you pulsate helplessly around nothing as stars block out your vision. You can't think, or speak, all you know is spent bliss. You both lay in your current positions for what feels like hours, breathing heavily while you try to get your hearts to slow down. "You good, Y/N?" Eddie asks, bringing his head up to check on you. You still haven't moved, and he can see the streaks of cum gleaming all over your entrance and thighs. He watches your hole clench beyond your control, forcing more of your cum out of it in lazy drips. "Holy shit, that's a pretty picture." He says in awe, his eyes dilating with lust.

You feel his weight shift on the bed, and are taken by surprise when he starts licking all around your crotch and thighs to clean you up. "Fuck!" You yelp at the overstimulation, not expecting Eddie to use his tongue on you, especially so hungrily. Your body jolts every time he brushes your bundle of nerves, and you make endless whimpers in the process.

"We taste so good, baby." He groans, bringing his fingers over to scrape some of the nectar off your leg. He crawls up the bed, slowly presenting his digits before your lips. You open your mouth without thinking, and you suck away every last bit of the fluids. You moan at the musky flavor, allowing yourself to lay down flat on your stomach as your mind returns to reality. 

"Well, that was amazing, to say the least." You finally speak, though you're still feeling rather foggy.

"It sure was, babe. I'll be right back." He says, standing up off the bed. He walks down the hall completely naked, returning with a damp cloth from the bathroom. "Roll over, Y/N, I gotta clean you up." He says kindly, kneeling before you as you flip your body. Your ass rubs uncomfortably against the sheets, making you wince. "Sorry, love. But to be fair, you did ask for it." He chuckles, bringing the warm cloth to your lower half, wiping away any excess cum and sweat.

"Oh, I know I did. And I have no regrets." You smile back, slipping your pajamas back on once he's finished. He tosses the rag into the hamper by his dresser, and closes the bedroom door. He climbs back into bed beside you, lighting another round of cigarettes. "You were fantastic, by the way. Remind me to piss you off in bed more often." You chuckle, taking a long, deep drag from your cig.

"Please do. I had a lot of fun doing that. I wasn't too rough, was I?" He asks, worried he may have gone a tad too far.

"No, not any more than I wanted you to be. I would've told you to stop if I couldn't take it." You reply, scooting as close to him as you can possibly get. You plant a warm kiss to his lips after he inhales from his cigarette, allowing him to blow the smoke into your mouth. You accept it into your own lungs, before letting it flow out through your nose. "I love you, Eddie." You speak sweetly, giving him a meaningful look.

"I love you too, Y/N." Eddie says, taking hold of your free hand.

"Forever and always." You say together, smiling brighter than the sun in your contented afterglow.

The end.

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