#chrissy Cunningham x female reader smut

[ashwhowrites]

Ok, so this one is either going to be a hefty boy, or a 2-parter:

So imagine if Chrissy broke up with Jason and starts dating Eddie. The reader is best friends with both Chrissy and Eddie, and is also very much in love with them. But since they're together, reader just keeps it to herself. Unbeknownst to her (and to each other) both Chrissy and Eddie also have feelings for the reader.

Until one day, Eddie and Chrissy are together, and he calls Chrissy by the readers name. Eddie's panicking thinking Chrissy is going to be pissed, but instead she's just like "oh thank god!" And they decide to try and figure out if the reader feels the same about them.

Then maybe like Jason wants to get back at Chrissy and Eddie, so he convinces a basketball player to ask the reader out and then embarrasses her on the date, so she goes crying to her besties and they comfort her and confess their feelings.

(If you want to add HellCheer x reader smut at the end I won't be upset by this.)

Sorry if this is really long, I've had a while to think it out.

As a bisexual gal, this was a dream. I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

⚠️smut ( threesome )

Both of you

Y/N had a secret crush on her best friend Chrissy for years. She never admitted it to the cheerleader as Chrissy never talked about females before. But Y/N also never had so maybe she shouldn't assume. Watching Chrissy and Jason be together was hell. All the things Jason got to do made Y/N burn with jealousy. Jason was also an asshole and she hated that Chrissy would even stay with him.

As a way to distract herself, Eddie caught her eye. Y/N had been friends with Eddie for a while, less than Chrissy. She met Eddie because of Chrissy, which was odd since they were opposites. But that was exactly what Y/N needed. He was the opposite of Chrissy.

She found herself crushing on him the more they all hung out. Eddie was single and Y/N focused on that. They flirted and had their moments but nothing truly happened. It was all words and soft touches to his arm.

But then Chrissy dumped Jason and Y/N was back to square one. She didn't know if she should take the chance and see where Chrissy's head could be, or keep focused on Eddie.

Eddie had a small crush on Y/N the moment he met her. She was a pretty girl with a beautiful smile. But he had his eyes on Chrissy since middle school. He suffered while she was with Jason, enjoying the distraction Y/N was. It might have been a distraction, but he loved it when Y/N would touch his arm and whisper flirty things in his ear.

But then Chrissy was single and Eddie didn't know what to do. He didn't want to discard Y/N like their time was nothing, but did he really wanna pass up the chance with Chrissy?

Chrissy felt a pull towards Y/N, and it confused her. She wasn't used to looking at a girl and wanting to spend every breath kissing her. Chrissy was always memorized by Y/N. Even when she was with Jason, her eyes watched Y/N's every move. But so did Eddie. It started as a little friendship, but the more she hung out with him the more she realized how attracted she was to him.

She dumped Jason because her brain felt splattered all over the place. She knew she didn't want him and she didn't know who to go for.

~~~

Y/N felt personally attacked by God himself when Chrissy and Eddie announced they were together. She felt like the world crashed at her feet and her duty was to suffer.

But she loved both of them, and she would never admit how bad it hurt to see them together.

She knew they didn't mean to make her a third wheel, but she was. She bit away at the inside of her cheek as they held hands in the hallways. She looked away whenever they shared a sweet kiss in the booth. And she was right out the door the second the room got steamy. She was sad that it seemed like it was not three friends hanging out anymore, it was just their date.

~

Chrissy could never get rid of this feeling in the bottom of her stomach. She knew she loved being with Eddie and was happy to be with him, but Y/N ate away at the back of her mind.

With Eddie's lips on her neck and his hands moving up her skirt, she closed her eyes and thought of Y/N. It wasn't that Y/N replaced Eddie in her mind, she was additionally added in. She pictured Y/N kissing Eddie as he moved inside of her. She pictured the three of them doing the nastiest things she could think of.

She had to bite her lip constantly to make sure she didn't moan out the wrong name. Because she screamed both their names when she pleased herself behind closed doors.

Eddie felt guilty for the amount of times he thought of Y/N. He loved Chrissy and he did not regret a relationship with her. He just wished he didn't have to pick between them. He wished he could have both under his arm.

Eddie moaned as Chrissy kissed down his naked chest, falling to her knees.

His hand tangled in her hair as she took him down her throat, his head thrown back with bliss. His eyes closed as he melted into the couch, her warm mouth wrapped around him. The feeling felt incredible as he lost himself in his fantasy.

Felt both girls' mouths on him, kissing every inch of his skin. His grip on Chrissy's hair got tighter as the images flashed through his head.

He panted at the thought of them both on their knees, pretty eyes looking up at him before they kissed each other. Then they'd pull away and both kiss down his cock. Then they'd take turns sucking him off.

"Fuck, Chrissy" he moaned, the images of her gagging on him and the touch of Y/N playing with his balls

"Fuck Y/N just like that,"

His eyes snapped open as he heard his own words. He cringed as Chrissy's head snapped up in shock.

Eddie sat in fear as she stared at him. Her blue eyes looked frozen as she stared. He quickly tucked himself back in his pants. Apology on his tongue.

"Oh thank god, you think about her too," Chrissy said, a relieved smile on her face as she stood up.

"Wait what?" Eddie asked. Chrissy crawled into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Y/N, you were thinking about her, right?" Chrissy asked to clarify

"Yeah, I'm sorry. It wasn't instead of you. I love you and you know that. But she never leaves my head." Eddie sighed

"It's okay, Eddie. She doesn't leave my head either." Chrissy finally confessed out loud.

"Really?" Eddie was surprised. He never once thought his girlfriend had a side to her where she liked a girl.

"Really. I've been stuck trying to figure out my feelings for you and her and it's the same."

"I know what you mean," Eddie said as he held Chrissy on his lap

"What do we do?" Chrissy asked

"We see how she feels" Eddie shrugged, it was worth a shot to see where it would go.

~~~

Before Eddie and Chrissy could discuss everything with Y/N, she already had news of her own.

"What do you mean you have a date with Troy?" Eddie snapped, the excitement washed off her face.

"I mean he asked me out and I said yes, what is the big deal?" Y/N countered back

"It's just Troy isn't always the nice kind of guy," Chrissy said, a lot more comforting than Eddie.

The couple tried to ignore the pain in their chest at the thought of her slipping away.

"It's just one date, and if it goes horribly I will never see him again." Y/N shrugged. She wanted to see if she could move on and distract her brain from the two across from her.

"That is a good idea," Chrissy smiled

"Bullshit it is. Y/N, he is an asshole, what makes you think he will suddenly be prince charming? You are going to get yourself hurt." Eddie fought.

"Eddie, relax." Chrissy soothed as she rubbed his back

Y/N looked away as they shared their moment

"Why do you care so much anyway?" Y/N asked, moving her eyes to look right at Eddie.

Eddie shared a look with Chrissy, asking if this was the right time to come clean. Chrissy gave him a small shake of her head and he nodded.

"I'm looking out for a friend," Eddie replied

"I'm a big girl. I'll deal with whatever happens." Y/N snapped as she walked off

"I've got a bad feeling" Chrissy sighed

"Me too"

~

Their bad feeling was right

That night Y/N was pounding on Eddie's trailer door as she sobbed.

Eddie pulled her into a hug the moment he saw her, he closed the door behind her. He kept his arms around her as he walked her to the bedroom, where Chrissy sat flipping through her homework

"What happened?" Chrissy gasped as the crying girl came through the door. Her homework was shoved to the floor as Y/N sat on the bed. She left Eddie's arms for Chrissy's.

"I'm an idiot. I should have listened to Eddie but of course, I wanted to make my own stupid decisions." Y/N cried

Chrissy and Eddie shared a look

Chrissy pulled back a little so she could clear off Y/N's running mascara. Eddie sat next to both of them, rubbing Y/N's back.

"You are not an idiot. You wanted to give Troy a fair shot and that was sweet of you." Chrissy cooed

Eddie had a different approach

"What did the fucker do?" Eddie snapped

Chrissy sent him a glare but he was too fired up

"It was all a joke. I guess Jason told him to ask me out."

At the sound of Jason's name Chrissy and Eddie both tensed up

"And when I got there, the whole team was there and they all laughed and made fun of me for thinking I was actually going on a date with someone that popular"

"Don't listen to them. Jason is always trying to mess things up. He wanted to hurt me." Chrissy said softly, her heart broke for her.

"Anyone would be lucky to be on a date with you," Eddie jumped in

"Yeah right," Y/N scoffed. "I'm going to clean up my face." She said as she got up and walked off to Eddie's bathroom.

"I think we should say something now," Chrissy said once they were alone

"Will it be too much for her?" Eddie asked, he was worried it would be too many emotions at once.

"I think it will help her to hear."

The couple went silent as she walked back out. Her makeup was cleaned off and her hair tossed up.

"We have something to tell you," Chrissy said

Y/N nervously looked between both of them as she took her seat on the bed. Chrissy to her left and Eddie to her right

"What's up?" Y/N asked

"How do you feel about me?" Eddie asked

Y/N swallowed nervously as she turned to look at Chrissy

"It's okay, be honest," Chrissy whispered as she nodded to Eddie

Y/N took a deep breath and looked back at Eddie

"I guess I've always had this attraction towards you. And I really like you and I thought we had something but I've been trying my best to be happy for you." Y/N confessed

"And how do you feel about me?" Chrissy asked

Y/N grew more nervous for that one

"You're my best friend," Y/N smiled. Her palms were sweaty. Confessing to Eddie was easy, but coming out to her best friend was a whole different emotion

"Do you ever see me as anything more?" Chrissy asked

"I'm sorry, what is going on?" Y/N panicked as she stood up. "Why are you guys asking me this stuff?"

"Well," Chrissy sighed, "Eddie and I both have feelings for you. Feelings we felt before we got together, and they haven't gone away."

"We know it's crazy, but if you wanted, we were wondering if you wanted to give us three a shot," Eddie explained

Y/N felt like she was in a different universe. Did the two people she had feelings for just ask her to be with them?

"As in...all three of us date?" Y/N asked, her brain felt like it was non-stop running

"Yeah. We don't have to dive straight into a relationship. We could date and test the waters." Chrissy said, standing up as she walked closer.

"Uh..." Y/N didn't know what to say, but she didn't have to say anything.

Chrissy cupped her jaw and leaned in. Y/N watched with heavy eyes as Chrissy's lips got closer and closer until her lips touched hers.

Y/N melted into the kiss immediately, after years and years of dreaming about this exact moment. Y/N reached forward and gripped Chrissy's hips. The kiss grew heavy as Chrissy moved her hands to trail down Y/N's back.

Chrissy pulled away with a smile

Y/N stood shocked as she tried to regain her breath

Eddie reached forward and yanked Y/N down to his lap

She shivered as she felt his bulge underneath her body, and then his lips were on hers

She whimpered as he easily took control of the kiss. His rough hands squeezed her ass as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. Her head got dizzy from the way he touched her and pulled whines from her throat.

He pulled away with a small smirk, loving the lust that burned in her eyes

"Did you like that?" He asked

"Yes" she breathed out

"Did you like it with her?" He asked

"Yes" she breathed out

"Want to go further?" Chrissy asked

Y/N turned her head to look over her shoulder. Y/N nodded and felt her stomach bubble with excitement

~

Y/N had her back against the mattress, breathing heavily as her nerves filled her body.

"Ready?" Eddie asked, he was in between her legs, standing at the end of the bed. She barely could take her eyes off his naked body. His cock was already covered in the condom, waiting for her reply.

Chrissy sat naked near Y/N's head, rubbing Y/N's chest to calm her nerves.

"Yes"

Eddie held Y/N's hips as she pushed himself inside her, he entered himself slowly. Letting her take him inch by inch.

She gasped as he filled her, he felt amazing inside of her. He went slow as he thrust inside of her, making her eyes roll in the back of her head as she felt him.

"Doing so well for me, such a good girl," Eddie praised

Y/N shivered from his words, she couldn't believe she was finally having Eddie the way she wanted.

He leaned down, still thrusting inside of her, his lips pressed against hers for a quick second. "Wanna taste Chrissy? She tastes amazing, so sweet and addicting." Eddie's brown eyes looked up to Chrissy.

Y/N whined at the thought. Her being under Chrissy's body and tasting her on her tongue.

"Yes, please," Y/N moaned out, her voice strained as Eddie picked up his pace

Chrissy smiled as she moved to straddle Y/N's face, she faced Eddie as she slowly moved herself down

Eddie watched with delight as Chrissy's pink cunt landed on Y/N's tongue. Eddie felt himself growl as he watched Y/N's tongue working between Chrissy's folds.

Chrissy moaned as she placed her hands behind her, moving her hips as she rode Y/N's face.

"Oh, that is so good, Y/N, fuck." Chrissy moaned. She never knew how good her best friend's tongue felt.

"Such pretty girls," Eddie moaned as he watched them

He felt Y/N clench around him, she tried to talk but it was muffled. The vibrations sent Chrissy into a whining mess as she gripped the sheets.

Eddie moved his hand down to rub her clit, loving the way Y/N's body jolted. Not once losing his pace, Eddie used his free hand to reach forward to play with Chrissy's nipples. He pulled the pink bud between his fingers, loving the way it snapped back in place as she shivered

Chrissy gasped as she felt herself getting close, Y/N's tongue swirling her clit perfectly.

"Look at that, Y/N. Gonna make Chrissy cum all over you. Be a good girl and make her shake." Eddie said, his fingers still working on Y/N's clit. He took his hand away from Chrissy's nipples and moved down to Y/N's chest, his finger teasing her stomach.

Y/N was growing tired as her own orgasm got close but she shook her head back and forth, giving the messiest head she could. She loved the way Chrissy screamed out her name.

Chrissy felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as she felt her stomach snap.

"CUMMING" she warned, Eddie watched in delight as Chrissy panted and came all over Y/N's mouth

She grew sensitive and went to pick up her hips, but Y/N wrapped her arms around her thighs and slammed her back down. Chrissy cried as her thighs shook, and Y/N's tongue continued to abuse her.

Y/N finally let Chrissy go, the blonde could barely feel her legs as she landed on the bed, fucked out.

"Need," Y/N whined, her head thrown back as Eddie's fingers played with her clit

"Need to cum? Come on pretty girl. Cum all over my cock." Eddie said, his pace was so fast that she could feel his balls smacking against her skin. He planted his free hand next to her head as he fucked himself into her

She clawed at his chest as she felt her orgasm washing over her. His close behind as he emptied himself in the condom

Eddie slid out of her, disposing of the condom

Chrissy leaned down and softly pecked Y/N's lips

Eddie crawled onto his bed and kissed up Y/N's body as Chrissy pulled away.

Eddie pecked Y/N's lips before he captured Chrissy's lips in a kiss.

Y/N whimpered as they kissed above her

She didn't care to test the waters, she wanted to dive straight in

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[oneforthemunny]

happy together |yandere!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: your and eddie's date at the hideout leads to uncovered pasts, from both of you. or part two of the yandere!eddie series.

contains: very dark fic! yandere!eddie. obsessive and posessive eddie. alludes to past violence, past relationship trauma, mean!eddie. parental trauma. alcohol. language. smut. oral (male and fem receiving), pinvsex. manipulative eddie. stalking. obsession. very dark. minors dni!!

“I’m not really sure I’m the right girl for this.” Nervous smiles, tugging at the ends of her sweater, a blonde ponytail bouncing with every turn of her head, scanning the room. “‘M not a big punk rock kinda girl.” 

“Good thing it’s metal then, right?” Eddie grinned, knee bouncing on the wooden stool. “C’mon, they’re not gonna mosh you or some shit. Just here to listen to music.” If only he’d known then, that’s not why Chrissy was so nervous, why she pulled and twisted the sleeves of her sweater furiously, chin ducked to her chest the entire night. 

“Hey, this is really good.” You giggled, the crystal trill of your giddy tone pulling Eddie out of his daze. There was no nervous blonde in front of him- no, there was an angel sitting across from him, giving him a bright smile that he was sure was melting him to his very core. 

“Is it?” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobblier than he would have liked. His knee still bounced on the wooden stool, trying to down his beer so he’d loosen up, enough to not shake so much but not too much- he couldn’t risk getting too drunk. 

“Yeah.” You nodded, tipping the rim of the martini glass to your lips, your lipstick stain printed on the rim. Eddie had never been so envious of a glass. 

“Really good. Excellent choice.” You praised, leaving Eddie blushing under your sweet words. “What’s this called again?” 

“Uh, a casio- no cosmo.” Eddie stuttered, fingers drumming on the sticky wood of the table top. “I’ll be honest, I just asked Katrina to make somethin’ good for you.” 

 “Well, my compliments to Katrina.” You giggled, sliding the glass towards Eddie. “You want a taste?” 

His heart jumped, eyes focused on the lipstick stain on the rim. The thought of putting his lips where yours were, it was too much for him, sending his body into overdrive. “S-Sure,” Eddie swallowed, picking the glass up. His lips barely brushing where your lipstick was, casual enough that he hoped you wouldn’t see the tremble in his hands. 

The vodka burned down his throat, singed his nose, swirling with the sweetness of the mixer. “Mm,” Eddie swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Shit, that is good.” 

You grinned, hands brushing when you took your drink back, both of your chins ducking with nervous excitement. There was a pause, a dreaded fill of silent tension falling between the two of you. 

Say something, Munson. Fucking say something, anything. But he couldn’t, he could barely form a thought. His mind cruelly wandered back to her, the night playing on a humiliating loop in the back of his head. 

“So,” You saved him, head lolling sweetly in your hand, a little drunk, a little silly. “You know if you wanted to take me out, you didn’t have to switch shifts with Brenda.” 

Eddie’s heart stopped, halted with thundering fear, body stilling. “W-What?” Eddie managed to squeeze the word through his tightening throat. 

Your lips tightened in a smile, fingertips tracing over the wood table. “Brenda told me about how you took her shift.” You admitted. “That you probably did it so you could ask me out.” 

Eddie’s cheeks flamed, the familiar ringing crescendoing in the back of his mind. Chrissy’s face morphing into yours, her look of horror and disgust taking over your own features. “I would never be with you, you’re a fucking freak! Do you hear me? Leave me alone! You’re a freak!” 

“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to- I just meant,” Nerves blossomed in your own veins, hands wringing under the table. “I-I meant, you didn’t have to take her shift. I woulda-” Eddie blinked, eyes still wide, rounded like he’d been caught. “I would have gone out with you anyways.” 

Eddie’s body halted again, the raging screams of Chrissy, the deafening ringing in his ears, all stilled at your soft tone. “Y-You would’ve?” Eddie whispered. 

“Well, yeah.” You admitted, eyes cutting sweetly up to him. “I mean, yeah, I would have. You’re always sweet, and nice, and funny, and- yeah, I would’ve gone out with you. I’m having a really good time.” 

Eddie thought he might float away. His heart, his head filled with such a light, airy feeling that he’d gone positively boneless. “I-I’m having a good time too.” He ducked his head down, hoping you couldn’t see the rushing flush of red on his cheeks. 

“How did you-” Eddie stopped himself, taking a breath so his mind could still. He couldn’t ramble, his ramblings got him in trouble, showed too much. “Did Brenda tell you?” Eddie’s knee bounced faster, trying to stop his hands from twirling his rings around, nervous fidgeting. 

You smiled softly. “Yeah,” You nodded softly. “I mean, I brought up that we were going… out tonight. And she just kinda mentioned it.” You paused, looking down at your drink, twirling the black straw around the glass. An unsure pause filled the two of you, awkwardly floating around you in still uncertainty. 

“She, uh- Brenda, she said she used to date your uncle?” You tried again, stomach flipping, filling with dread. This was a mistake, you’d hoped that cynical voice nagging in the back of your head would have been wrong. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, calculated breaths, deep in, deep out, trying to calm his jolted nerves. The long drink you took didn’t help, looking around at the other bar patrons awkwardly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Munson, get your head out of your fuckin’ ass, and do this right! Planned this shit for weeks, and now you’re gonna fuck it all up. 

“They dated for a while.” Eddie added, picking up his own beer. His hands shook when he lifted the bottle to his lips. “I, uh, I had just moved in with my uncle when they started dating.” 

“Are they still dating?” You pressed, hoping to keep the conversation going. 

“No,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “No, they broke up like years ago, but uh, she’s always been nice to me. Got me this job, so…” Eddie threw his hands out slightly, knee bouncing rapidly. 

Your eyes cut away, back down to your drink, twiddling with the straw awkwardly. Eddie’s ribs were constricting in the tightness of his own chest, sure the bones were about to tear through flesh. His hands clammy, fingers swelling around the silver rings on his fingers. 

“She, uh- Brenda, she was kinda like a second mom to me, after my mom,” Eddie’s throat tightened, eyes on the ring of condensation left behind by his beer. “After she passed.” 

“Oh,” Your face fell, eyes rounding sympathetically- a look he’d grown so used to, but seeing it on your features didn’t leave quite the same acidic disdain in his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Your teeth tugged on your lip. 

“Yeah, it’s not- it’s fine. I mean, it was a while ago.” Eddie’s knee shook, sure he was rattling off the barstool’s laddering step. “Anyways, I went to live with my Uncle for a while a-and he was with Brenda. She’s always looking out for me.” Always, even when she shouldn’t, Eddie’s mind said what he didn’t, ringing loud in his thoughts. 

“That’s good. That you have her.” You smiled softly, Eddie’s heart soared. “She’s really nice. I like working with her a lot.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Eddie nodded, the tightness in his chest easing, even at the pause. “What about you?” 

Your eyes met his with an unsettling suddency, wide and urgent. Eddie’s brow raised before he could still it. “W-What?” Your stuttering squeak piqued his interests, sending him soaring into bouts of curiosity. 

“I mean, what about your family? Back home?” Eddie’s tone was level, an uneasy kind of calmness that left you consumed with vulnerability. 

“O-Oh,” Your hands twisted under the table, picking the black polish that smudged over your cuticles. “It’s not much, honestly.” 

Eddie nodded slowly, eyes scanning your features. The way you swallowed anxiously, chewing the inside of your lip. “Fucked up home life?” Eddie grinned playfully. Your eyes lifted back to him. “Sorry, that was- I’m just saying, I get it. You don’t have to tell me, but if you ever wanted someone to talk to, it doesn’t get more dysfunctionally fucked than the Munson’s.” 

“No, it’s not that.” You shook your head gently. “No, I’m- I was really close with my family. I just, I don’t get to see them much now anymore.” 

Eddie swallowed his words, the urge to jump and demand to know more, to scare you with his prying. He couldn’t do that, not again. Girls didn’t like that, he’d learned that. 

Instead he stayed silent, watching you fidget around. “I-I moved when I was eighteen.” Your eyes stayed on the table. “I, uh, I moved with my… They didn’t want me to leave. They wanted me to stay and go to college. My dad really wanted me too, and-and when I didn’t… We just kinda lost contact?” The words tumbled out of you, lungs squeezing them out, wringing them from your chest like a soapy rag. 

“I used to talk to my mom a lot, but… I don’t know. It got kinda weird, ya know?” Your own knee bounced now, eyes rounding to his, in a face that was all too familiar. 

“My mom, she was just really hard on me. I-I don’t think she meant to be, but…” Visions of Chrissy’s same troubled face meshed with yours, her words ringing like sirens in his mind. 

“Yeah, no, I get that.” Eddie swallowed, blinking hard to get her face off of yours. Insulting, Munson, comparing her to you. 

“So, you don’t talk to them much anymore?” Eddie pressed. 

Your head shook. “No, I-I mean I’m sure they would if I would call.” Your heart drummed in your ears. “T-They don’t know how to reach me, so… I’d have to call them, a-and it’s just a mess.” 

Eddie’s spine tingled, icy pricklings of curiosity. Your parents didn’t know? Didn’t know you moved all alone? You said you were close, had pictures of them in your bedroom, but why? What weren’t you telling him? 

Eddie didn’t pry, simply nodding, grabbing his beer. “No, I get that.” He nodded. “I get the messy thing.” You lifted your own drink, gulping down the rest of it, wincing at the burn of vodka down your throat. 

Silence fell over the two of you again, a lingering awkwardness in the air that had Eddie’s stomach turning. 

Whoever called alcohol liquid courage, might’ve been a genius; Eddie had decided that. Three beers in, his hand was on your waist, head banging and rocking with you in the middle of the crowd. Surprisingly full and packed tonight, Eddie was thankful, it broke up some of the uncomfortableness. It only took your two more drinks to fully loosen up, teetering on tipsy and breaking open a new side of you to Eddie that he was enthralled with. 

Giggly and sweet and chatty and so touchy. You’d grabbed his hand, pulled him into the crowd, shoulders brushing and wiggling through the others to get near the front. 

“They’re really good!” You screamed over the roar of the music, turning towards Eddie. 

“Yeah?” Eddie yelled back, his hand still ghosting over your waist, the band of your jeans. “You like it?” 

“Yeah!” You giggled, lips spreading in a wide smile. “I-I’m having a really good time!” 

Eddie’s heart skipped, maybe stopped all together. He was thankful for the dim lighting, that his blush was hidden by it. “Me too.” Eddie’s voice cracked. “I-I’m having a really good time, too.” 

You smiled, arms thrown around his neck in a sloppy, silly way that had his knees tightening, weakened under your smile. Your eyes flickering down to his lips, teeth catching and rolling your own. Eddie was sure you could feel his heart thundering through his veins, his own hands gripping your waist rigidly. 

You were teasing him, playful, but agonizing. Head swaying in then back, closer and closer to him. Noses nearly touching, an almost brush that had Eddie’s blood rushing to his cock. Tongue running over his own lips, his head inched closer to yours, your lips barely brushing his. 

“Eddie?” His body ran still, rigid at the voice. 

“Eddie Munson?” Your lips fell in a pout, arms slacking around Eddie, slipping off his frame. Brows furrowed at the blonde in front of you, though she wasn’t interested in looking at you, eyes in a nearly challenging glare at Eddie. 

“H-Hey, Tammy.” Eddie’s hands slid down your waist, shoulder moving in front of you. “What are you doing here?” 

Tammy’s lips twitched in a fake smile that came off more like a snarl. “Jason knows the drummer. Plus, it’s half on buckets during the show.” Her eyes scowled over his frame. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” 

Eddie’s heart stopped, a clammy chill blanketing his skin. “Yeah, hey, it was good to see yo-” 

“-I haven’t seen you since you showed up at Chrissy’s place.” Tammy sneered. 

You blinked, brows furrowed, trying to lean in to hear the conversation. Eddie’s body tilted, trying to shield you out of the way. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, taking a slow inhale to calm his racing mind, spiraling at the memory of her, Tammy’s words, you behind him. The trilling ring made its way back into his ears, vision spotting with a black vinaigrette. 

“So how is Chrissy?” Tammy’s eyes slanted in a predatory challenging glare. 

Eddie swallowed, fists balling beside him. “I don’t know, Tammy.” He sneered through his own gritted teeth. “She dumped me. I’m sure you know that-” 

“-Yeah, I heard that.” Tammy scoffed. “But what I think is so strange, is right after she packs up and leaves? To go stay with her aunt?” 

“I’m sure her parents made her go to college up there. That’s all they wanted for her anyways.” Eddie snapped, much more territorial than he meant it to. Your heart dropped at his tone, the anger in his eyes, jaw clenched. Taking a step back, you moved back into the crowd, chest tightening, desperate for air. 

Eddie’s eyes cut to you, stepping towards you. Tammy sidestepped in his way, blocking him. “Cut the bullshit, Munson. I know you did something to her.” 

“What?” Eddie snapped. “Can you leave me-” 

“-No. She moves and doesn’t tell anyone? You expect me to believe that? Buy that bullshit?” 

“Maybe she didn’t like you, Tammy.” Eddie barked, eyes blown with a crazed anger that had her flinching. “Maybe you two weren’t as fucking close as you thought? Huh?” Eddie took a step towards her. 

“And before you start accusin’ me of shit, why don’t you fuckin’ think about what you’re saying. You think her parents wouldn’t have called the police, led a fucking man hunt if she disappeared or something? Huh?” Eddie spat, heat creeping in a flush up his neck. His eyes cut to you, scampering towards the table, fumbling with your coat. 

Eddie’s heart lurched, turning back to Tammy. Ears ringing, seeing red- red all over her, splotchy on his vision. Her eyes wide in fear she tried to hide, rigid and cowering in the crowd over his looming figure. “Thought you were supposed to be smart. Valedictorian or whatever.” Eddie sneered in a scoff, stomping away from her. 

He tore through the crowds, uncaring of the huffs of anger or annoyance from the others. Tunnel visioned in a determined glare, set on you. You, spine stiff, stuttering steps towards the exit. 

Ruined. Ruined, it’s fucking ruined. Fucking Tammy, ruined everything. Everything you worked for, Munson. It’s over. Done. Again. 

“Hey,” Eddie took a bounding step towards you, heart hammering in his chest. Your shoulders tensed, not turning back. “Hey, where’re you going?” He tried to keep his voice light, void of the frantic tightness he was feeling in his chest. His hand touched your shoulder, pulling away when you flinched away.

Your eyes were blown, meeting his with a look of positive terror. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

“Sorry about that. She- We went to high school, and-and she was friends with my ex, a-and- Are you ok?” Eddie’s brows creased, cutting down to your trembling hands, shaking even in the tight knuckled grip around your jacket. 

“I-I I need to go outside.” You stammered, chest constricting your airways. “I just, I-I need some air.” 

“Ok. Let me grab my jacket and-” 

“-That’s alright.” You said quickly. “I just- I-I’m sorry.” Your chin ducked to your chest, you tore through the crowded tables, the gathering at the bar towards the exit. 

“Shit,” Eddie hissed, turning back to the high top you’d been sitting at, his leather jacket still on the back of the chair. He dashed towards the table, running through the bar, uncaring of the bouncer’s booming warnings, pushing out the doors. 

The parking lot was empty, no sight of you on the wall, next to the other smokers, or by his van. Eddie’s hands went to his hair, fists balling around the hair there. “Shit, shit, shit.” She’s gone. You scared another one away, Munson. No, I-I can’t. It can’t end like this. I won’t let it. I could go to her house, I-I’ll go to her house- And do what? Break in. How’d that work the last time, you fucking idiot- 

“Hey, man,” A bartender wearing the Hideout’s black tee called, smoke spilling out of his mouth with the words. “You lookin’ for a girl? She ran out here cryin.” 

Eddie’s heart leapt, nodding furiously. “Yeah, yeah, did you see her? Where’d she go?” 

The man nodded around the corner. “I asked her if she was alright, but… She seemed real upset. Didn’t want to make it worse.” His eyes rolled over Eddie’s figure. “You might wanna go check on her.” 

“I will. Thank you. Thank you.” Eddie’s legs felt like jelly, numb with every bounding step on the graveled pavement. He rounded the corner of the building, hearing you before he could see you. 

A shaky exhale, ghosting with the hint of a cry. He found you, back against the brick, sitting on the grass, head tilting up high, shoulders fighting the shake of a cry with every long inhale and deep exhale you took. 

Eddie stilled. He had to be careful, only one chance, one shot to fix this. 

“Hey,” Eddie said, wincing at how you jumped, eyes shooting open. “Hey, no, I-I didn’t mean to scare you. I-I was just coming to check on you.” 

Your eyes shone, lip wobbling with a cry. “I-I’m sorry.” You croaked, chest rising and falling rapidly. 

Eddie paused. Sorry? He had expected you to scream, to try and run, call him a freak like Chrissy had. Anything but sorry. 

“I-I’m sorry-y. I-I didn’t-” You gasped for a strangled breath. “I-I’m fine-” 

“-Hey,” Eddie crouched towards you, knees sinking in the cool grass beside you. “Are you ok? What’s going on?” 

Tears leaked down the corner of your eyes when you squeezed them shut, head shaking. “I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so s-sorry.” You sniffled, a broken, breathy cry tearing from your chest. 

“You don’t need to be sorry. Hey, c’mon, you-you gotta relax ok. Breathe? Can you- Can you breathe?” Eddie’s hand found your shoulder gently, rubbing the soft material of your shirt. “Just try to relax. Deep breaths, in. Innnn… Yeah, then outttt.” 

You followed his breaths, shoulders still shuddering under his touch even as your cries calmed, aftershocks of emotion he wasn’t sure where it came from. 

Eddie waited, watched you carefully until your eyes met his, sheepish and a little embarrassed, glassy from tears and the liquor you’d had. “You alright?” Eddie asked carefully, cringing at the way your shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean for her to upset you.” 

You continued to breathe, eyes closing in controlled, timed breaths. Eddie’s own heart picked up. “I-I don’t know what you heard, b-but she’s full of shit, ya know? She’s always been just… She’s never liked me. Even in high school, she used to pick on me and shit. I-I didn’t- I don’t know why she did that tonight. Probably saw me with you, a-and wanted to start shit or-or whatever.” Eddie rambled anxiously. 

Your eyes met his, still rounded but less wide, lacking as much terror as they did before. “That’s why you yelled?” You asked. “That’s why you were upset?” 

“Yeah, I-I mean, yeah.” Eddie watched you carefully, studying every tiny quip in your features. “I-I shouldn’t have. I-I don’t normally get pissed like that, but… I don’t know. I just felt like I was back in high school, ya know?” Eddie sat next to you, his own head leaning against the brick. 

“Felt like they were just picking on the freak again because they can. Thought we’d leave that shit in highschool but… I don’t know. They never do.” Eddie sighed slowly, shoulders slumping next to yours. 

“I don’t… I don’t usually lose my shit like that. I try not to even give them a reaction, it’s just… My ex, she-she was friends with them. Popular and all that, and when we started dating, they’d just- they were so mean. They’d say stuff and-and she’d get embarrassed of-of me.” Eddie turned towards you, eyes soft, shining with a vulnerability that made your heart ache. 

“She never wanted people to know. Never wanted to be seen with me because they’d say mean shit like that. And I’d let them, I’d try to ignore it for her, but she… She couldn’t ignore it.” Eddie muttered. “She gave in. Broke up with me and started telling them all this crazy shit. Trying to cover up that… I don’t know- that we were actually together? That she wanted to date me. Easier to blame the freak than tell people we were together, I guess.” 

Your eyes met his, hesitantly. “I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice cracking. “That’s… That’s really mean.” 

Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’m used to it.” He muttered, looking down at the small patch of grass between the two of you. “Well, I guess I’m not as used to it as I thought I was.” Eddie muttered, eyes lifting to yours sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cause a scene. To scare you. I-I would never-” 

“- No, I-I know.” You shook your head lightly. “I’m just… I get weird.” Your own chin ducked towards the ground. “I get weird with fighting and stuff.” 

Eddie stilled, watching you twist a blade of grass between your hands. “Guess we have the ex thing in common, too.” You muttered. “My ex-boyfriend… He’d get really mean sometimes. Just really angry.” 

I’ll kill him. Eddie swallowed down the threat- no, the promise. Swallowing back his fierce anger. 

“He-He never, like, hit me or anything, you know? It was weird, because there wasn’t any physical evidence or anything. I couldn’t go to the police for him yelling at me, but it just- it still really hurt.” Your voice cracked, lip wobbling at the memories. “That’s why I don’t talk to my parents. I moved with him, ignored them because they told me not to, and then… They were right, I guess. Just can’t really bring myself to call them and tell them that. Tuck my tail between my legs and go back. So I came here.” 

“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered. Your eyes met his. “No, I-I’m sorry, that’s- I’m sorry.” Eddie said sincerely, his hand brushing over yours. 

“It’s okay-” 

“-It’s not, and… And I’m really sorry.” Eddie nodded gently. “I didn’t mean to yell. I shouldn’t have let her get to me-” 

“-No, Eddie, i-it’s fine, really-” 

“-I didn’t mean to ruin our date. End the night like this.” Eddie ran a hand down his face. “This is not- I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would end just fucked like this.” 

You paused for a moment, head still spinning with the liquor, with emotion, dizzily. You’d blame it on that, credit that dizziness for your courage. “It doesn’t have to end like this.” You whispered. 

Eddie stilled, eyes cutting to you carefully. You still toyed with the grass, eyes lifting sweetly to him. “We… We could go back to my place? I-I think I still have a movie I haven’t returned.” 

Eddie’s wheels squealed when they pulled out of the Hideout’s parking lot, desperately back to your apartment. 

Eddie was sure he was dreaming. Sitting on your couch, your apartment smelled just like he remembered, even better when you lit the candle on your coffee table, making a mental note of the name. He’d go buy it in bulk tomorrow, fill his apartment with them burning in every room just so he could feel closer to you. 

You’d moved into his lap halfway through the movie, inching closer with every passing frame of Julia Roberts and Patrick Bergine until you straddled him. Eddie burned under your gaze, your hands back on his shoulders, sliding slowly towards his neck. 

“Hi,” You whispered, tilting your head gently to the side, lip rolling beneath your teeth. 

“Hi,” Eddie croaked, swallowing the thick lump in his throat. 

“Is it ok if I do this?” You whispered, the glow of the TV illuminating your mussed hair. Eddie thought it looked like a halo, angelic above him. 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded dumbly. C’mon, get your shit together. You’ve almost got it, Munson. 

His hands slid over your hips, setting on the small of your waist, where the band of your jeans hugged, squeezing the flesh gently, feeling you beneath his hands. You were really here, he was really here, with you. Living proof, right between his fingertips that this was no dream. 

You leaned forward, a hand brushing back his curly bangs. “What’s this?” You muttered, fingertip ghosting over the jagged scar across his forehead. 

“Bike wreck of seventy-six.” Eddie answered cooly, voice raspy and low in the dim light of your apartment. “Thought I could pop a wheelie on concrete. Didn’t go well.” 

“Hm,” You sighed, lips twitching in a small grin. “You were a little dare devil, hm?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. His hands slid down your waist, hoping you couldn’t feel his heart hammering. “Still can be, sometimes.” His lashes batted up at you, squeezing the fatty flesh of your ass. 

You squealed, Eddie’s heart leapt- he’d made the right move. Your eyes caught his, pinning him with your gaze, a delicacy of anticipation fell between the two of you. Who would break it? Make the first move? 

Eddie’s fingers pressed into your jeans, a hand sliding up your back, pressing to the middle of your spine, bowing you forward toward him. Your hand on his neck, fingers splaying out over his jaw, lips connecting in a sweet kiss. Eddie felt like he was melting, a warm, gooey puddle underneath you. 

Hands grabbing at the other, fevered and desperate, your hips rocking with his, brushing over his tenting zipper. Eddie could taste the wine on your lips, the glass of reisling you’d poured for the two of you before you’d put in the movie. “Since I killed the buzz before,” You’d shrugged at him sheepishly. He assured you, you hadn’t, still he was thankful for it, especially now. Now that he was loosened, far less critical of his every move. 

Fumbling hands that pulled at his t-shirt, your jeans, Eddie flipping you over on the couch, hovering over you on the faded floral pattern of the couch. “You- We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Eddie whispered, his hands still toying with the button of your jeans. “I don’t want you to think I-I, like, only wanted this. I don’t- I mean, I do, I just… I want you in other ways too.” 

You blushed, a sheepish smile under him. It was your turn to melt, to turn to putty under his gaze. “I know.” You whispered, black painted nails scratching down his forearms, over the etching of the puppet master. “I want to do this.” Your eyes lifted to his. “I trust you. I want to do this with you.” 

It was exactly what he wanted to hear, you knew that, the darkened grin on his face confirmed it further. Your own hands fumbling with your jeans, wiggling them down your thighs while Eddie tore his t-shirt off above you, flinging it onto the floor. 

You’d gone for a lacy, high cut thong tonight. Pale pink, frilly, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think you planned this. That you planned to sleep with him. Maybe you thought about him the way he did you. Pictures of you flooded his mind, your hand sneaking between your thighs in the middle of the night, whimpering out his name. 

You didn’t expect Eddie to drop to his knees, pulling your body towards the end of the couch, thighs on his shoulders. He made a show of taking off your panties, a slow tug dragging them down your bare legs. 

“Holy shit,” Eddie rasped, heart beating in his ears. You giggled nervously, pressing your hands over your eyes. “Look at you.” 

“Stop.” You whined in playful embarrassment, thighs pressing together. 

“No, it’s- fuck.” Eddie swallowed his words, swallowed down the urge to tell you it was better than he imagined. Don’t be creepy, Munson. 

“I gotta have a taste. Can-Can I have a taste?” Eddie’s eyes rounded towards yours, bright with excitement. “That alright with you? Let me make you feel good? Have a little taste?” 

Your body burned, with lust maybe excitement, you weren’t sure. Your tiny nod was all he needed, spreading your thighs open, settling between your legs. You pushed up on your arms, looking down the valley of your sternum towards him. 

Plush lips pressing kisses to your thighs, a teasing kiss to your mound that had you whimpering, aching and pulsing between the legs. Eddie’s eyes stayed on yours as he licked a long, slow stripe through your slit. Better than he imagined, so much fucking better. 

Eyes rolling back, his fingertips dug into your thighs, nose pressed to your slick, he wanted to suffocate himself in your cunt. Better than anything he’d ever tasted before, he was a man starved, determined to devour you entirely- you were convinced he might. Teetering on the edge of experienced and enamored, your back arched, body twisting under his tongue. Whines and cries of pleasure filled the air, a crescendoing melody to the triumphant symphony Eddie was feeling in his veins, rushing with red hot pride. 

It was paradise, better than his wildest dreams. 

When you took him in your own mouth, sweetly grinning at him before giving a kitten lick to his leaking head, he was sure nothing would be better than this. This was his peak, everything he’d ever wanted and more. Better than Chrissy, than Tabitha, than anyone. 

You brought him to your room, let him press your thighs back, spread you open again. He couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that spilled out when he slid into you, it just felt so right. Beyond pleasure, though it was plenty pleasurable, it felt flawless, ethereal. 

Better than anything he could have imagined when he saw you weeks ago from his van, your car packed up full of boxes and suitcases tied on top. In a tiny pair of cut off shorts, moving everything in the warm sunshine. 

How was he to know that all those weeks ago, after he’d watched you apply for jobs at the diners and boutiques, that when he’d put a help wanted flier on your door for Turtle’s, that it would lead to this. His mind could have never dreamt this, that you’d be this perfect, fit so perfectly with him. 

No, this was fate, Eddie was sure of it. Cosmic fate. Chrissy and the others, they were only parading as the real thing, he’d just convinced himself it was when it was merely a disguise. But you, you were the real deal. Eddie decided it, when he settled in the sheets next to you, arms around your frame, staring out the window of your room. 

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Angry Heart | Eddie Munson x fem!reader (Part 4: The Aftermath)

Summary: Your best friend Chrissy Cunningham always got everything she ever wanted, even you new friend and crush Eddie Munson. When Chrissy does the unthinkable, Eddie is left to pick up the pieces alone... or is he?

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson x Reader (eventually), reader and Chrissy are friends but have a fallout. Minimal usage of Y/N

Series warnings: MDNI 18 +, Smut, fluff and angst (everything all rolled into one beautiful shit show), mentions of drugs and alcohol being consumed, overall adult language and theme. By clicking the read more, you agree that you are over 18! Ageless and minor blogs who interact will be blocked.

Word count: ~6.8k

A/N: It's TIIIIIIIIMMMMMMEEEE! Thank you all so so so much for the love on this little fic that could. This was going to contain more smutty smut smut, but I am going to do a part 5/conclusion to this fic and it will not take 4 months for it to come out LOL. I have been frantically writing for the past week, so I am v sorry I have missed y'all! Thank you for your patience!

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

The crunch of gravel underneath your half-laced converse was deafening. You finally felt free enough to let the small streams of tears waterfall down your face. Your ears were ringing with a choir of Eddie’s disappointed questions. You pressed your eyes shut to see Eddie’s warm eyes become dark pools of hatred. Eddie hated you, he must have; But how would you know? You burst through Eddie’s wobbly front door and bound down the steps before he could stop you - and lord, he wanted to stop you. 

His feet were planted, like vines of insecurity had seeped through the floor and trapped him where he stood. He reached for you in desperation, instantly regretting the poison that had spewed out of his mouth. He had just had you, finally, and he shoved you away.

“What do you mean, that wasn’t the first time you and Steve kissed?” Eddie’s hands began to shake, everything around him moved in slow motion. Why would you do that? Why would you do that to him? You had him in the palm of your hand and instead of embracing him, you tightened into a fist and crushed him. His mind played tricks, replacing your beautiful glowing eyes with Chrissy’s bored baby blues, your kisses that were stamped on his face and neck now burned, reminding him of how Chrissy’s glossed lips used to trail the veins of his neck. As much as he tried to burn her from his memory, the remnants of her wrath scorched him. 

You couldn’t meet the boy’s betrayed gaze. Your lips quivered in defeat. It didn’t mean anything. You didn’t want him to. You wanted to grab Eddie’s face and yell to him, that the time that Steve’s lips touched yours, you dreamt they were Eddie’s. That you pushed the quaff of Hair away from you and you ran through your front door, desperate to hear the rasp of your metalhead. But you didn’t. You retreated into your brain, like a black hole suctioned you through space. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t talk. The beautiful boy in front of you paced and pulled at his curled roots, his pasty face contorted in a pout. His glazed eyes made your own burn.

“What the fuck, Y/N? You- you try to fuck me in the bathroom at his house, you come home with me, you tell me you want me, when you’ve been kissing him all along? Do you like him? Did you fuck him?”  Eddie’s words sliced through you. You heard him, but could barely register what was going on. Your brain screamed one thing only at you:

Run

So you did the only thing that seemed logical. With a betrayed look in your glassy eyes, you turned on your heels and stampeded for the door. The trailer’s small hallway seemed to stretch on for miles, your hand getting further and further away from the door. Your heart screamed at your brain to allow you to stop and curl into Eddie’s broad chest. You wanted to scream into his ribs so his heart could feel how sorry you were. But you wanted to hit him. You wanted to pound your fists against the walls and yell at him - this wasn’t anyone’s fault. You weren’t - and still aren’t Eddie’s girlfriend. He doesn’t own you and you don’t owe him anything. But your stupid brain shut off and carried you down the drab carpet of the trailer. Eddie watched you in silent horror - watching you slip through his fingers yet again. 

The cool October air pushes your held breath out in a broken sob. You stand just outside of the Munson trailer door, hoping - pleading with the universe - that Eddie will cross the threshold of his safety inside and pull you back into him. But, he didn’t move when you went to leave. He let you go, just like he did before. You ruined what good thing you had coming for the two of you. With another crisp sigh, your shoulders shrank to your ears, you wrapped your arms around your torso, and you trudged along the gravel to walk yourself across town to get into your own bed and shut the world out.

The air, which was once cool enough to don only a light jacket, had become more punishing than when you picked your outfit this afternoon. Your breath fogged in front of you as you shivered your way down the side of the highway. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts grow cold with your body. Your sorrow turned to anger and resentment. How dare he? How dare he make you feel guilty when he did the exact same thing to Chrissy with you. How dare he get angry when he strung you along for so long. You hated to admit it, and maybe it’s why there was a ping of want in your chest when Steve kissed you, but you now understood part of Chrissy’s need to be desired. Steve wanted you when it felt like no one did. You had gotten a bit drunk on the power before the sobering idea of Eddie’s heartbroken face pulled you away from the moment. You just wanted Eddie to need you as much as you needed him. 

You were so entangled in your own thoughts, you barely noticed the incandescent beams that cast your shadow in front of you. Your eyes tore from the gravel when you heard a soft voice call your name. A beautiful brunette with big blue eyes peered at you from her tidy station wagon. 

“Oh, hi, Nancy.” you sniffled. You rubbed your nose and flashed the girl a tight smile. 

“Are you okay?” Her sweet soprano lulled you in. You broke. You missed having a girl to talk to.

“Umm… no” you waffled. 

“Get in.”

You only knew Nancy Wheeler through her reputation at school. Before she graduated, you knew her as the goodie two shoes who got straight A’s and was in every academic and writing club she could get her manicured hands on. She was nice to you, but intense. 

What you didn’t know about Nancy Wheeler is that now that she had graduated and was working for the Hawkins Post, she found time to experiment with her wild side. You had gently got into her car and even though she offered to drive you home, she also begged for you to go to the opening of a new nightclub downtown.

“I don’t know, Nance. I’m literally in my outfit from Steve’s party.” Nancy waved her hand like she was fanning your words away from her. 

“Not a problem at all. Most kids that were at Steve’s will probably show anyway! Besides, you have nice legs. Your skirt shows ‘em off.” She winked at you and with a small giggle, you conceded and buckled yourself in for an adventure with Hawkins’ sweetheart.

The ride there, Nancy probed about why you were crying on the side of the road. Your emotions spilled out of you like a bleeding wound, you couldn’t stop the hemorrhaging of feelings you threw at the girl who flashed her big eyes between the road and your face in utter awe of the twisted story you laid out for her. The only response she could let out was a small ‘holy shit’.

You let out a sad chuckle, and she grabbed your clammy hand resting in your lap. 

“Fuck Eddie Munson, Fuck Steve Harrington, and Fuck Chrissy Cunningham. Johnathan is coming to pick me up and he’s gonna drive you home too. Let’s drink this whole problem away. The rest of the night isn’t about you, or some stupid boys.” Nancy’s gaze was mischievous, but you could tell that her words were sincere. You were ready to let Eddie and Steve melt away from you like a layer of candle wax. You were ready to illuminate just for you. No boys. No Chrissy. Just you. 

The early morning of November 1 was full of weed smoke, fireball shots, and blaring music. The neon lights of the new dance club reflected off of your damp skin. Your body had been fastened next to Nancy’s in the middle of the dancefloor, while shot after shot flowed through your body. You thought you were tipsy at Steves? That seemed like nonsense. Your limbs felt fuzzy and limp, but the euphoric smile stayed plastered on your face. The only thing running through your brain was how loud the music was and how your throat burned from the shots. You grabbed onto Nancy’s bony hips and danced with her. You both laughed as you slotted your leg between hers and mimicked the desperate young couples on the dancefloor needy for some sort of action. The music ebbed while the DJ transitioned to the next dance track, so Nancy grabbed your wrist and led you back to the crowded bar. You both squeezed up to the bartop, bumping shoulders with a skinny blonde. It wasn’t until you turned your eyes to Nancy’s grim face that you knew something was wrong. You saw the girl mouth a small ‘fuck’ before you caught her eyes making contact with someone else’s right behind you. You mimicked Nancy’s fuck as you heard a shrill voice over the new thump of the next track.

“Fancy seeing you here, Y/N… Didn’t you leave to sleep with my boy like three hours ago?”

You felt your body go numb as you turned to face another pair of baby blues, but these were attached to a glossed scowl and a tall blonde ponytail. Your jaw tightened as she looked you up and down.

“Gee, for hanging out with total burnouts like the Hellfire club, you really don’t know how to hold your liquor.” You flinched at her cutting words. Your heartbeat quickened. Chrissy, the girl who used to support you through almost anything, the girl who used to support your friendships, the one who even pushed you to pursue Gareth so you could go on double dates with her and Eddie, now weaponizing everything you love against you. 

“Fuck off, Chrissy. I’m not doing this.” You tried to push your body off of the bar, but the monster in front of you grabbed your shoulder and leaned into your ear.

“Why? Did you hear about how Eddie called me after you left his? How he told me how much he missed me? Let’s go outside and talk about it.” Chrissy dared. Your eyes darted to Nancy, her face screwed into an angry and concerned scowl. You cupped your hand to Nancy’s ear and told her about your plan to go outside with Chrissy. You reassured her you were fine. You told her you were  finishing this once and for all. She questioned you with a glare, but you nodded in reassurance. 

“Fine, Cunningham. Let’s talk if you wanna talk.” You let the girl lead you out of the club through the front door, once again, you were met with the cool November air, a stark contrast from the heat from the club. 

You fully admit that hasty decisions made when drunk rarely end up being good decisions. In your brain, telling Chrissy to fuck herself was going to bring you closure. It was going to end your night on a win and you were going to dance the night away with Nancy until Johnathan dragged your tired bodies off the dancefloor. But that was an ideal world, not real life. You seemed to be ignorant to the fact that alcohol also amplifies the hold your feelings had on your heart. 

“What the fuck do you want, Chrissy? What the fuck did I do to you now?” You scoffed. You tried your best to harden your heart, but the waver in your voice let Chrissy know that she had gotten to you. In her game, she had won. A sinister smile spread across her flushed face.

“I just wanted to give you a warning. Since you think that you can finesse my boyfriend away from me.” The girl spat. 

“Ex-boyfriend Chrissy. Tell me why I was just with him and he said you were through and he wanted me?” Chrissy cackled at your rebuttal.

“Hah. I guess there is one thing I know about Eddie Munson that you don’t.” Chrissy stepped towards you. “Munson will do anything for a lay.” Chrissy spoke with such casualty in her voice it made your blood run cold. “I mean, you and I both know I definitely gave it up the first time he took me out, but I was desperate to see what the fuckhead was packing…”

“Shut the fuck up, Chrissy!” you wished your voice could be used as a forcefield to push her backwards. She did step back, however, impressed with the strength in your voice. But she laughed, she knew she had taken residence under your skin, it was time to play with all of your nerves. 

“Why? Are you jealous of me, Y/N?” Chrissy sneered. “Are you finally ready to admit that you’re just angry that I got everything you ever wanted? I was the top bitch. I was the one that could have anything she wanted. I was the one that won prom queen. I’m so much bigger and better than you could ever be… Was Eddie just the final nail in the coffin for you?”

Chrissy’s words began to fuzz together. You can’t help but close your eyes to block her barrage further. You finally understood. You got who Chrissy Cunningham really was. It started as a chuckle, but grew into an uncontrollable laugh. When you opened your eyes back up, you were greeted with Chrissy’s confused stare. 

“All this time… you thought I was jealous?” you couldn’t contain the amused giggle that kept escaping. Chrissy’s cheeks grew more flushed and her brows furrowed tighter with every passing second. “Chrissy, why would I ever be jealous of you? The only thing that ever mattered to you was you - a-and your fucking image! Look at the people you left in your wake! Who the fuck do you have left? Heather? Sarah? Where are they now?”

“O-oh please? Like you have fucking Nancy Wheeler? Big deal.” Chrissy���s voice wavered. She could feel her power and influence fading. 

“Yeah, I do. I have lots of people in my corner. But I have myself. I may not feel that fucking fantastic about myself right now, but I know I’m a good person, and I know I deserve love. Do you think that about yourself?”

For the first time tonight, Chrissy was silent. It was only a beat, but it signaled her small defeat - even though she would never admit it to you.

“But, we kissed at the party today. He wants me back, I know it.” She pouted at you. 

“You kissed him at the party. He then turned around and kissed me.” you spat. “I think you should take that hint-”

The words were stolen from your mouth as Chrissy’s hand made contact with your cheek. You felt instant heat on your face and your word felt like it was going to flip completely upside down as your balance was rocked. Shocked tears pricked your eyes as you stared in bewilderment at the girl who you once called your best friend stood there, knees shaking and chest heaving. She looked like she was going to throw up, her flush face now pale. You heard a sweet voice turned hardened highlighted by the dull bass of the club entrance. 

“Back the fuck up, Chrissy!” Nancy barked. Chrissy backed herself against the wall and started to laugh. 

“Get your bitch out of here, Wheeler. I’m fucking done with you both. You and Eddie deserve each other. You’re going to sit and rot here in this stupid town and I’ll be long gone.” Chrissy cried. She shouldered Nancy on the way out. Your chest heaved and you crumbled into the sidewalk, sliding your back down the cement wall of the club. The brunette’s small frame followed you. You sat in silence, only the faint womps of music interrupted the silence. 

“Do you want me to go back in there and kill her?” She peeped. You gave her a hearty laugh. She eyed you carefully before joining in. You leaned your head on Nancy’s bony shoulder and let your shoulders heave. Before long, your shakes of laughter turned into silent sobs. You were so tired, so drunk and so unbelievably confused. 

A blinding pair of headlights approached as the offending vehicle puttered to a stop. Before the lights were fully blinked off, a clump of footsteps could be heard on the concrete. Both you and Nancy and you both shielded your burning eyes, Nancy grabbed your wrist with her free hand and squeezed. A familiar, but not fully welcome tone calls your name. 

“Get up. Let’s go.” The voice was hard, but a sniffle and a sigh book ended his words. You stood slowly, in amazement of the pale face before you. Just a few hours ago, his cheeks were red and his eyes glowed down at you. Now, his skin was dull, his eyes sunken behind puffy bags and a red nose. Your heart broke looking at him. 

“E-Eddie? How did you know where to find me?”

As soon as Eddie had come to and realized you had left, he collapsed in on himself. He couldn’t help the tears that poured past his lash line. He pulled his hands into fists and threw a punch to his door as he burst through it. He flopped his body onto his bed and allowed his shoulders to heave as a sob wracked through him. Once again, he fucking froze. Once again, he let you walk away. Once again, he lost the one person he felt like he couldn’t live without. He felt like time had slowed, that he had simultaneously laid on his bed four hours, but mere moments ago you were in his arms. He cried and screamed until his lungs felt they would collapse and his throat was raw. 

His realization kicked in. You left. Alone. In the dark. With no vehicle and no way of getting home without him. He jolted out of his bed and ran to the door, ripping his keys from the hook on the wall. 

Eddie drove to your house and banged on the door, but there was no answer - all the lights were off and things were too silent for you to be home. He cursed under his breath and ran back to his van. He drove any walking routes he thought you might take: along the sleepy highway, down by Hawkins High or through the middle of town. He saw no signs of you anywhere. It was late. There were no stores open, bars calling last call, street lamps buzzing in a mocking whisper. He shouldn’t have let you go. He kept repeating it in his head and out loud. He shouldn’t have let you go. His silent drive prompted reflection. He had no right to say anything, especially after Chrissy kissed him at Steve’s party literally that night. He should have listened to you. He should have heard what happened. But his stupid insecurities got in the way. He wasn’t good enough for you, he knew that before tonight. But now this had really solidified it for him, you don’t deserve the shitstorm that he has brought to your life. You deserve to be happy, and have friends and have a boyfriend, and as much as he wanted that to be him, he knew that you very well could pick someone else, and he would understand. He mirrored your self-sabotage exactly, you both feeling less than.

Eddie began to grow desperate. If you got hurt - hell if something else happened, he would never forgive himself. He trailed around your favorite hang outs around town and gave up hope. He did have an idea of where else you might have gone. 

The knock on the neat wooden door was loud and frantic. Gareth stumbled to open the door with sleepy eyes and a yawn.

“Dude, what the fuck? It's like 2 am!” Gareth chided. 

“You were asleep?!?” Eddie grabbed at the collar of Gareth’s faded Metallica t-shirt. “You’ve been asleep this whole time?”

“Yeah, man! What the hell! I left Harrington’s shitty party early and fell the fuck asleep. What’s going on?”

With a whimper, Eddie let your name slip through his mouth before bursting into tears again. Gareth wrapped the tall boy into an embrace and shuffled him into his living room. The two boys sat on the couch recalling the events of the night, through sighs and shed tears from both of them.

“Dude, I need to ask you a serious question, and I know you know the answer… I think you just need to fully admit it to yourself.” Eddie looked at Gareth dazed, but sent him a small nod.

“How long have you been in love with her?” Even the thought of loving you sent heat straight to his cheeks. The thought of being able to touch you, to kiss you, like he had at Steve’s party without any reason made his stomach flop. 

“I-” Eddie chewed on his lip. He felt like he had been enamored by you since you first met. When he saw you on stage during his first rehearsal in the theatre, he knew that you were going to be a permanent fixture in his life. But love? That was scary. He didn’t love Chrissy. He hadn’t had a girlfriend before her. His family, other than Wayne, never showed him what love was. It felt like a foreign concept. But the fact that he was sitting on his friend’s couch crying over how worried he was, that was a pretty good sign right?

“I… think it was right before the play went up this year, when I got to spend so much time with her.” Eddie’s voice was quiet. He felt powerless, but not threatened. He was ready to fully give up everything for you now. He was ready to submit to his feelings. 

“Why didn’t you tell her then and break up with Chrissy?” Gareth probed. His questions weren’t pushy. He was truly asking to help Eddie untangle the mess of thoughts woven in his mind. 

“I-I tried to.. When I kissed her - that day in the theatre - I had this silent hope that she was going to just… know. She was just going to understand. She was going to feel all of the things I felt for her and she was going to ask me to leave Chrissy. And I would have, if she asked… but I was so scared of being burned by both of them, I tried to save both… and now look where that has gotten me.” Eddie;s head fell into his hands. Gareth put a reassuring hand on his broad shoulder.

“Eddie, she knew.” Eddie’s face flew from his hands to study the boy’s green eyes across from him. “She’s known all along, but both of you are assholes that are too scared to admit it. But think about it, Ed. She had so much to lose - too much to lose. You needed to make that move, so I am telling you, when we find her, you need to tell her. No more holding back. It’s going to kill the both of you.” 

Eddie now understood why you had gravitated to Gareth so easily. He cared so effortlessly for you, and Eddie now realized how much he had taken Gareth’s friendship for granted. He couldn’t help but wrap the dusty blond boy into a tight hug.

“Thank you, Gare.” Eddie whispered, too scared to speak louder and erupt in tears yet again.

“Yeah, just don’t cry again, dude. I can’t take any more of your crocodile tears.” With a sniffle and a chuckle, the boys broke their embrace. Both of their attentions were grabbed from the living room by a shrill ring of the kitchen telephone. Both boys jumped off the couch and crowded around the receiver. A squeaky voice rang through the phone.

“Gareth??”

“Wheeler? What the hell are you doing calling me at 2:30?” The smaller Wheeler sibling was babbling and gasping for air on the other end of the phone. Your name came up between pants and a mishmosh of words.

“Slow down, Mike. What happened?” Gareth’s eyes were glued to Eddie’s. Eddie was whispering small encouragements to Gareth, pleading to pry any information out of the freshman.

“Nancy just called me from this new club downtown? She-she said that she was with Y/N and that I needed to call you to come get them! I think something happened!” It took Eddie no time to leave Gareth’s side and lunge for his keys. Gareth quickly thanked Mike and hung up the phone.

“Do you think I should come with you, Ed?”

“Nah, Gareth. I gotta do this alone.” Eddie’s face turned cold, stoic, scared. He was worried sick and felt a pang of nausea that Nancy had found you in a club of all places. With a pat on the back, he wished Gareth good night and hopped back into his car, trailing way too fast down the winding roads leading him downtown and into your arms. 

Nancy’s voice snapped the tension between you and Eddie. You felt like a fist was squeezing your heart. You could barely breathe. 

“I-I called Mike to get Gareth to come help.” Nancy looked at the floor, apologetic. You twisted your head to look at her, and you gave her a thankful squeeze on the arm.

“I had gone over to Gareth’s to look for you. I drove to your house and downtown and to the board game cafe… I just couldn’t find you.” Eddie’s voice had softened slightly. You felt the fist on your heart tighten harder. Eddie reached for your limp wrist with a brawny grip. He wasn’t going to let you slip away again. 

“Let’s go please.” His eyes pleaded with you. “Wheeler, do you need me to drop you off?”

“Nah, I’ll be okay. Johnathan will be here soon, and I might have a bitch to fight,” Her smile was mischievous, but there were flashes of sorrow for you in her eyes. 

“What does she mean?” Eddie flashed you a perturbed stare. Your eyes couldn’t meet his as you whispered Chrissy’s name. That was all you could power out of your rapidly weakening chest. It's all it took for Eddie to roll his eyes and rake his hand over his face. He wished he had the strength to walk into the club, grab her and give her a piece of his mind, but the only thing he had any energy left was to get you home safely, and never leave your side. Eddie pulled you towards his van as you blew a kiss to Nancy and hollered a sweet goodbye.

“Take care of her, Munson. Or I’ll have to kill you.” Nancy dared, her hands crossed over her dainty chest. Eddie offered her a small thank you.

“No, really. I’m a wicked shot.” Both you and Eddie stopped and turned to her in surprise. A small giggle escaped your lips. Nancy waved you both off and sauntered back to the front door that engulfed her in neon dance lights when she opened it. 

Eddie silently opened your door and put your seatbelt on you. Neither of you could meet each other's gaze as Eddie’s strong arms reached across you. He closed the door and you let out a sigh of relief in the moment you had alone in the dark van. Eddie restarted his van and pulled away from the club. The radio was uncharacteristically low, and although Eddie had found you in one piece, he refused to turn it back up. You rode in silence down the streets of your neighborhood. Eddie’s stare would flicker from the dark road to your figure every few seconds. He needed to make sure you were real, that you were actually there with him. You fixed your weak body against the passenger window and glued your stare to the passing trees. The windows of your neighbor’s houses sneered back at you just like Chrissy did. 

“I was worried about you,” Eddie muttered. “You shouldn’t have run off like that.”

As relieved as you were that you were driving further and further away from the club and Chrissy Cunningham, the more confused and angry you grew at the boy who took you away from her. You couldn’t help but let a small chuckle leave your lips. Eddie scoffed back at you.

“You shouldn’t have let me leave in the first place” you hissed. No way. There was no way he was going to be mad at you. You folded your arms over your chest, willing yourself more metaphorical armor to protect your heart from all the conflicting emotions. 

“Yeah, well you shouldn’t have kissed Steve Harrington.” Eddie’s plan was slipping through his fingers. He was panicking, and the only thing he knew how to do when he was panicking, was be mean. 

“You should have never, ever kissed Chrissy Cunningham either, Eddie!” You shouted. Eddie opened his mouth to say something but screwed it shut into a scowl. The silence was deafening. For the first time since you got into his van that night, you looked over at him, your eyes absolutely absorbing him. He wanted to pull the van over and kiss some sense into you, show you that he definitely knew that he was never supposed to have been with her. It was always you. But you had shut down. You had given up on him, like he deserved. He couldn’t handle more heartbreak than he had now. 

The aching silence came to a head as Eddie pulled the old van into your driveway. Without hesitation you reached over for your seatbelt and opened the creaky door. Time slowed down for both of you, both desperate for the other to give in and just stay, to just collapse into the other. But, you were too hurt and Eddie too guarded. Eddie felt his body freeze when you looked at him (for what felt the last time) as you slammed the passenger door closed and trudged to your front door. Your face fell into a frown and tears flowed, for what you hoped would be the last time in a while.

You fumbled in your purse for your house keys. You finally found the small keychain that Eddie had gotten you from Corroded Coffin’s one day trip into Indianapolis to hang flyers, and you couldn’t help but let your shoulders slump more. Eddie’s headlights illuminated the door. You pushed your keys in, but saw a large shadow approaching your door before you could turn the knob. Your glassy eyes panned up to watch Eddie wildly bounding up your porch steps to your door. The vice grip around your heart loosened as Eddie’s face contorted into a frown. There was hope in his eyes, it was small, but you could tell that there was a glimmer. You dropped your hand.

“I have watched you run away too many times. I can’t let you slip away again.” Eddie wept. His hands flew to your cheeks and ran small circles over your skin. He looked expectantly at you, hanging on every move you made. His palms burned into your skin, you could feel his heartbeat like a bass note through an amp; your body absorbed his energy and you couldn’t force yourself to move away, like it would be disturbing all laws of nature if you did.

“Please don’t let me leave again” you breathed. Before you had time to react, Eddie’s mouth was on yours, the place where he truly felt it belonged. All tension you felt in your body melted away and you felt how truly weak you were. Eddie’s arms engulfed you in a wave of warmth - you were home. You willed your lips off of his and peered through your thick lashes. Thick tears trailed down Eddie’s cheekbones. You pushed your door open in a silent invitation. Too scared for his hands to leave your body, his hands slid to your hips and pushed you through the frame into darkness, peppering kisses against your lips. Eddie spun you and the weight of your bodies pressed the door closed.

As soon as you were fully enveloped in the dark quiet of your home, you pulled Eddie closer into you. What once felt so unsteady, like paper floating through the air, was solid. The impact was like an anchor sinking your heart to the bottom of your stomach. Your back pressed against the cool wood of your front door; Eddie stealing your breath made your head spin. The fuzzy feeling the alcohol had given you had long gone, and Eddie’s lips trailing from yours to your collarbone sobered you completely.  Your senses were deprived. The only thing that you could make sense of was the boy in front of you. The only thing your body was responding to was. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

Too close wasn’t close enough and the trails he left across your neck became desperate. Your breath hitched as your hands found purchase in his thick curls. You felt Eddie’s soft moan breathed against your goosebumped skin. His strong hands wrapped themselves around your sides under your sweater. His calloused fingers sent shockwaves through your abdomen. Eddie slotted his leg between yours and pushed himself in closer. As desperate as you were, Eddie was tenfold. He wished that it was possible for the two of you to devour each other and become one. Each blazing kiss he planted to your complexion, he sent a manifesto of how much he cared about you, and how he never dared leave you again. You received his advances openly, pushing your chest into his. Eddie’s mouth traced back up to yours, both of your desperate to tell each other just how much you needed one another without speaking. 

Eddie suddenly pulled his kiss chapped lips away from yours. His chocolate brown eyes bore into yours, he was studying every little detail of your face. His brows furrowed together in melancholy. 

“Eddie, what’s wrong?”

“I… I just… I want to remember everything about this moment, just in case I don’t get to do it ever again.”

“Eddie, why-” The boy cut you off with a small sigh and a quiver of his bottom lip. He pushed himself away from you, now feeling like your body was a black hole, ready to destroy him at whatever cost. You had been drinking. You had to have drinks to kiss him at Steve’s house. The waves of uncertainty washed over him like a tsunami. Your chest tightened at the whiplash, but the boy looked scared. His big eyes were glassy and his cheeks rosy. He chewed lightly at the lips that were just on you. 

“Because I don’t deserve you. And I’m scared you’re going to wake up and think that this was the worst decision of your life.” Eddie’s eyes could barely meet yours. With a quick flash of a self-deprecating smile, his face was trained to the floor. You couldn’t help but wrack out a heartbroken chuckle. 

“You don’t trust me? You don’t believe me when I say that I want you, Eddie? That I want to be with you and that has been the only thing that has occupied my fucking mind since I fucking met you!” you raised your voice. You felt conflicted. What did he need? You kisses weren’t enough, your words weren’t enough. Tears flowed freely again.

“I, just don’t want you to regret this, sweetheart. I wouldn’t fucking choose me if I were you…”

“God fucking damn it, Eddie! Why can’t you just listen to me!?” Eddie’s jaw clenched at your scolds. 

“Don’t fucking yell at me! Last time I checked, I should be the one that’s mad! You worried me sick! I ran around the whole city looking for you, and I didn’t care if you were falling back into someone else’s arms, I just needed to know that you were okay because I lo-”

“The only reason I god damn ran away is because I couldn’t stand you shoving me out! I couldn’t handle your rejection yet again because I fucking love you-” The words flew out of your mouth like the tears on your cheeks. All the noise of the two of you yelling ceased and it was your turn to stare holes into the floor. The room felt like it had shrunk 10 times smaller and the temperature rose. Your cheeks were on fire, and you couldn’t felt your fingertips. As long as you had felt this way for Eddie, you were always too afraid to admit it out loud. Even though Gareth had probed you about your feelings, you didn’t dare say it out loud to him - or to anyone. Feelings were too scary. Compartmentalizing your feelings felt easier. But now, everything had changed because you loved Eddie Munson and you told him and now he stood in front of you saying nothing. 

“Please don’t joke like that…” His voice was small. You flicked your eyes to see his figure taking cautious steps towards you. “I can’t take it if you don’t mean that.”

A simple whisper of his name let him know that you were serious. You began to shake as you felt the uncontrollable angst and relief of letting your feelings out. 

You loved Eddie Munson, and you always would love Eddie Munson. 

“Can you say it again, please?” For the first time, you heard the flamboyant, loud, exuberant person before you speak timidly. You looked to his pleading eyes and they gave you the courage you didn’t think you had.

“I…. I love you, Eddie. I think I have for quite a while.” You sobbed. 

Eddie said nothing, but took your hand and pulled you into him. The moonlight illuminated his pale face that twisted into a small smile. He pulled you in for a kiss so saccharine sweet, you felt that you were going to get a stomach ache. His hands cradled your face like you were made of porcelain. He pulled away from you and rested his forehead on yours. Your hands mirrored his, longing to feel the apples of his cheeks pressed up in a smile. Silently, he led you up the stairs to your room, and pulled your sweater off your shaking body. He followed with his own shirt and pants. You slid your skirt and tights down your body. The two of you stood silently, raking in each other’s bodies. Eddie sat himself down on the bed and pulled your hands so you stood between his legs. His hands rested on your hips and yours on his shoulders. You leaned yourself down to press your lips to his again, needing another reminder that you, in fact, weren’t dreaming and that Eddie was going to stay. The metal head guided your hips so you were straddled over his lap and leaned back with an oof, so you were both lying horizontally on your bed. You both let out a small, nervous giggle. Your lips worked their way back to his’, tongues lazily snaking in and out of mouths, hands tracing new skin that hadn’t been seen before. 

Eddie guided the two of you to your pillows, never allowing more than a moment of your lips being apart from his. His body had felt the most relaxed in a long time. Your touches sent fire through his nerves. You whimpered into Eddie’s mouth and he pulled away from you. 

“I don’t think we should tonight, sweetheart.” Eddie whispered into you. “We’ve both had a long day, maybe we need to take the night to think about things.” Your face twisted into concern at the beautiful boy under you. He noticed your worry and flipped you over so he was on his side leaning over you. 

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you. I always have”

Eddie spent the next hour with you breathing heavily against his chest, falling asleep almost immediately after he had invited you to lay on him.

Eddie, for the second time, would not get any sleep staying with you in your bed; but this time, the rogue tears that fell were full of adoration, and he whispered small ‘I love you’s at your dozing figure. 

Eddie was happy if he never slept again, as long as his nights all consisted of this.

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[melodymunson]

Eddie Munson x fem!reader x Chrissy Cunningham oneshot

Baby love me, apocalyptic

5.3K words

ao3

warnings p in v sex, threesome, pussy eating, fingering, use of a toy (dildo), cum swallowing, pure filth, cream pie, raunchy smut and pure filth, unprotected & protected sex, blowjob, handjob, mentions of cheating. (not Eddie or reader + a big fuck you to Jason Carver).

backstory: Eddie, Chrissy, and reader are all college age. Chrissy is 20, reader and Eddie 22. Its the year 1988 and Chrissy is back in town from college. Reader lives with Eddie and he is still Chrissy's drug dealer. Chrissy didnt die in 1986 and its slightly AU. The fruity four defeated Vecna in 1986 along with Eleven and Max except Vecna comes back years later.

Synopsis: You were former friends with Chrissy Cunningham. One day she showed up to visit the trailer park to buy some Ketamine from Eddie. What started as a rocky evening led to a night none of you could ever forget. (A little re-imagining at the end and Chrissy does not die in this Stranger Things universe).

Eddie was your boyfriend and your best friend. After being long-term friends for the first three years of high school, you began dating. Your former best friend Chrissy had joined the popular crowd, and she became the head cheerleader. You were not on the best terms with her anymore, but had been best friends for about 7 years and had known each other since elementary school. There was a time when you could tell her anything and you were practically inseparable. Some days you missed her a lot, but it was great that you had Eddie. Even though you were both outcasts, you still really understood each other and had a lot of fun together, no matter what you did. Just sitting next to him and listening to heavy metal music was good enough for you. He was the person you told all of your secrets to now that Chrissy was a part of your past since 11th grade.

Chrissy needed to buy some ketamine, and she knew Eddie had the goods. After she arrived at his trailer and they exchanged pleasantries, they made the deal and she came inside to pay for them. You and Eddie had been rolling joints, and you felt all relaxed and mellowed out. You had just had a shower together, and it was great to just get comfortable on the couch with him and listen to heavy metal. It was a great time until she showed up, at least. She said hi to you and you nodded as you gave a very vague response to her. Things were awkward. After she sat down, you pulled him in close to you. He offered Chrissy the joint, and she accepted. As it was passed around, you felt so good and relaxed. It was already the second joint you had shared with him that day and it was just what you needed. After some silence ensued, you broke it by speaking up first.

"So why did you come here, Chrissy?"

"I needed to make a deal with Eddie. I don't know why you care, though it's just business. I haven't even talked to you in years now," she replied with simply a shrug of her shoulders.

This was news to you because Eddie had promised you a date night, just the two of you. He knew you had a falling out with her, just not the details, but the tension was so thick in the room that it could be cut with a knife.

"I'm just surprised you would come over to Eddie's place with him being a social outcast and everything. I guess you didn't expect me to be here even though practically the whole town knows we are dating," you told her with a roll of your eyes.

"Look, if this is too uncomfortable for you, then I'll just leave. I'll make it simple for you."

She got up, and Eddie stopped her by holding her back.

"Wait, don't go. We can figure this out," Eddie told her in a promising tone.

"Yeah, it's no big deal. Just stay then. It doesn't matter, I guess. Whatever," you responded as you flicked the ash from the joint and passed it over to Eddie again.

"Fine. I guess I will stay for 5 more minutes."

She sat back down with her legs crossed and her arms crossed around her chest. Eddie looked over at you and mouthed, 'Calm down.' You were glad he was there to intervene, and even though you were pretty skeptical about Chrissy staying, you were glad that a fight hadn't ensued. He always kept cool and level-headed. You secretly wondered if she had bought drugs from him before. You were a bit jealous, but also had some pretty strong feelings for Chrissy. That was over now, or so you thought. Eddie was yours and you trusted him. You knew nothing could come between the two of you. You were the biggest supporter of his band Corroded Coffin, and you shared a bond with him that neither of you had with anyone else.

"She wasn't supposed to come over until tomorrow. You have every right to be pissed off, though," he explained before taking another drag of the joint.

"Just forget it. I'll put on some music for us," you told them as you got up and turned on the radio. The song playing was PainKiller by Judas Priest. It was one of Eddie's favorites. He started nodding along to the song as you returned to the couch and sat on his lap, hoping to make her jealous.

It felt like impending doom some days because Hawkins had the reputation of being a very dismal town with a dark past and history. Victor and Henry Creel were the town outcasts and their family was the town's legends, but for all the wrong reasons. Life was random, but you cherished it and even though it was full of loss sometimes, you would not give up on Eddie and you hoped you could repair the damaged friendship you had with Chrissy. Secretly, you thought she felt the same. Having her around sure was interesting. Eddie felt sometimes like he couldn't deal with the big jumble of thoughts constantly going through his head, and if Vecna's curse was real, he felt he was screwed. Instead of dwelling on that, he planned to make the most of each day and do what he could to make it through. With you by his side, things were so much more bearable. With Chrissy having a hectic and rough home life, she vowed to not let it fully control her. Getting better was a slow process for her, but she was taking it a little at a time and day by day.

When you used to have sleepovers with Chrissy, you would always share a bed. Her room was fully decked out in pink shades, but for you, it was just the opposite. You loved horror movies and metal instead of all girly things, but your friendship still worked just like opposites attract. Having so much time with her and sleeping next to each other made your feelings for her grow. Even though she was just your friend, your feelings became deeper for her, but you never told her. Occasionally, you would practice kissing each other and you felt even more attracted to her because of it. Getting popular changed her a bit, and you drifted your separate ways the summer after tenth grade.

Recently Chrissy had been breaking up off and on with her long-time boyfriend Jason Carver because of stupid little fights and you wanted to rub it in her face just how much you loved Eddie. Chrissy was taking a drag and her eyes looked hazy. Maybe once she got high enough, she would lighten up and stop being such a drag. As she passed the joint to him, their fingers brushed together but you pretended not to notice. You had an idea at that moment to lighten the mood. You whispered into Eddie's ear and he nodded, then took off his denim vest of Dio handing it to you and you put it on. The next song was Looks that Kill by Motley Crue, and it was one of your favorites. Chrissy was staring at you with a genuine look of interest on her face. You gave Eddie a lap dance as the song led into the chorus. He had the biggest smile on his face and he occasionally looked over at Chrissy, who was weakly smiling and even blushing a little and giggling. You gave Eddie some kisses on his neck as you gave him the dance and as you turned around on his lap grinding on him, you threw your head back onto his shoulder and his hands caressed your body. When the song was over and a commercial came onto the radio, he gave you another kiss. The lap dance was something you had a lot of fun doing and with her around you were shocked you could be as into it as you were instead of shy. He blew some smoke into your mouth and then handed you the joint as another song came on.

"You doing okay over there, Chrissy?" He asked her curiously after a brief pause.

"Yeah, I'm great. I could go for a bottle of water."

"Sure. I was thinking about getting a beer for myself. Be right back. Anything for you, m'lady?" He asked as he turned back to you.

"Just some water, please. Thanks."

Eddie kissed you on the temple and tapped your ass playfully. You moved closer to Chrissy and after taking another drag of the joint; you passed it to her.

"So what's on your mind?" Chrissy asked interestedly.

"I actually can't believe I did that with you here. It's so unlike me."

"It was great, though. I wish I had your confidence. Look, I'm sorry we aren't friends now, but I would like to give our friendship another chance."

"I would like that if you are serious. I mean, why not? Let's give it another, try I guess."

You both smiled, and you leaned in closer to her. It might've just been the weed talking, but you were feeling a strong attraction toward her. Before either of you could say another word you gave her a small kiss on the lips.

"Do it again," she told you with a raise of her brows and a mischievous look on her face, looking disappointed at how quick the kiss was. If it wasn't for the drugs you probably wouldn't be doing this but it happened and there was no going back. Suddenly she was reminded of the times you had practiced kissing each other and she was craving more from you.

"I thought you were back with Jason though…"

"Yeah well, it's not going so well I think I'm going to break up with him again. I saw him kissing another girl. Also, I found a used bra and a pair of panties in the glove compartment of his car. I found the key even though he had it locked."

Jason could seriously go get fucked you thought to yourself. No one deserved that ever. Not even Chrissy. Especially not Chrissy. You kissed her again and she deepened it, pulling you even closer to her. Only moments later Eddie walked in with his beer along with two bottles of water and a surprised but pleased look on his face. Seemingly, he was quite interested in the scene that was happening right in front of him but he also was a bit perplexed that you two went from arguing to kissing so quickly. It's not that he minded in the slightest. You had talked to him before about if the opportunity arose and you were with another person, particularly another girl you liked, it was okay to kiss.

"Didn't mean to interrupt…"

You and Chrissy broke the kiss, only now realizing he was there again.

"It's fine Eddie. Come sit down. I'm sure Chrissy wants her water."

He walked over to the couch, sat down again and handed Chrissy her water and you the other water.

"I guess we put on a sort of a show for you, huh?" You asked him as you took his hand in yours, fingers now entwined.

He took a big swig from his beer and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"I loved it, though. What guy could be upset with his girlfriend for kissing another girl?"

You were so turned on at that moment and you gave him a deep, passionate kiss and then looked back over at Chrissy. With the joint now finished and the 3 of you feeling pretty buzzed, a smirk formed on your lips. Something told you that things were about to get much more interesting. You and Chrissy drank some of your water then set it aside.

"I've never really done something like this before. I'm having so much fun, though," Chrissy admitted.

"Good. I'm glad. Tonight has been something else, hasn't it?" You asked as you wrapped your arms around Eddie's shoulders pulling him in even closer to you.

"Now it's my turn to give you a lap dance Y/N," Chrissy told you before taking a chug of her beer for extra confidence.

The song on the radio was Talk Dirty to Me by Poison. You moved off Eddie's lap and sat down next to him. Chrissy stood up and danced on your lap. Eddie watched with fascination as she moved and grinded on you with her short cheerleading skirt on. He practically guzzled his beer while he got into the moment. Her lips grazed yours as she teased you and pulled away. She was giving you such a hot lap dance, and you were having the time of your life. As she danced your eyes stayed focused on hers and when the song was over she gave you another kiss.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," you offered up as a suggestion, wanting to take things further with Chrissy and Eddie.

"Definitely. I thought you'd never ask," Chrissy responded as Eddie got up and you, as well as Chrissy followed him into his room.

You felt excited about all the possibilities and what could happen that night with Eddie and Chrissy. You liked her and it was great. She liked you too.

You went up to Chrissy and wrapped your arms around her from behind and kissed her neck as you heard her soft whimpering. You pushed her hair back from her face and caressed her chest, causing her to gasp. You removed her top and her skirt, then let her undress you down to your panties.

"Now tell me what you want to do with me. I want to know your innermost thoughts and darkest desires," you whispered to her.

"I want to show you how much I like you. I want to pleasure you."

"Of course, but first, let's make Eddie feel good."

She nodded in agreement and you kissed her deeply and passionately with tangled tongues. Once the kiss broke you pulled Eddie close into you and kissed him then watched as they kissed each other. Getting down on your knees on the carpet, you undid his pants and unzipped them. Chrissy got down next to you and watched eagerly with wide eyes as you removed his thick and perfect cock from the inner confines of his boxers. As you grabbed her by the jaw and looked into her eyes you said,

"Right now Chrissy, I want to see how well you can suck cock."

"Eddie, you are so big. I want to feel you down my throat," she told him in a soft voice.

He looked down at both of you with lust in his eyes. He wanted to feel both of your mouths so badly.

"Fuck him with your mouth first. I want for you to start."

She caressed the tip of his cock then his shaft and kissed every inch of his length before she wrapped her mouth around the head taking him into her mouth little by little as she began to caress and cradle his balls and rub the part of his shaft she hadn't yet reached with her mouth. She looked so hot as she sucked, deep and even deeper until she established a steady rhythm on his length. The lewd sucking sounds could be heard as she kept going with eager enthusiasm and you stroked his balls.

"Good girl, now let me get a chance."

She popped off his cock, and you met her lips in a wet and sloppy kiss with tangling tongues. Eddie watched both of you as a huge grin was plastered on his face. You took him into your mouth with pleasure quickly reaching his pubic bone with your nose and began to choke and gag a little on his cock but just at first until you fully adjusted to his length. He rocked his hips back and forth as you moved your mouth loving the feeling of the very back of your throat. Chrissy watched with great interest as you sucked him off like a pro and he pulled your hair back with one hand while his other hand rested on his hip.

"Such a good girl for me putting that mouth to good use. Deep throating me like a porn star," he groaned as he closed his eyes for just a moment.

You looked up at him and fluttered your lashes as you kept on sucking him off with strands of drool and pre-cum running down your mouth and chin. Soon he pushed you off his cock and pulled you up with a firm grip of your hair to meet your lips in a kiss. Your tongues moved with passion as you kissed him back hard.

"I want to watch as you ladies please each other, then I'll join in."

He sat down in a nearby chair and you took that as your signal to guide Chrissy to the bed and push her down on it. Once you removed your clothes except for your underwear, you leaned down close to her and caressed her chest as you asked her.

"What did you promise me about wanting to give me pleasure?"

"I want to explore your body and pleasure you. I haven't done this with another girl before," she admitted a bit excitedly, sounding full of longing and yearning for a chance to get to do this with you. She wanted you to be the first girl she had ever made love to and as far as she was concerned, Jason was now history.

"Well, you can please me then. I would love that."

You laid down on the bed as she straddled your thighs, kissed you from your neck down to your collarbone, chest, and stomach, and then parted your thighs. You opened your legs wide for her as she kissed and licked down towards your inner thighs and removed your panties with her teeth as Eddie watched his cock twitching in his pants his beer now gone.

"This is nice but I want your tongue," you commanded firmly.

Chrissy looked at you like you were the girl of her dreams and you wanted to give her the best night of her life. With Eddie there, you knew things would be even better. The thought of sharing Eddie with anyone wasn't something you thought would happen or with Chrissy of all people, but now that it was you knew you would make the most out of the experience. The weed heightened the feelings you were experiencing, and Chrissy looked and smelled so beautiful.

When her tongue and fingers made contact with your clit, you wondered if she hadn't done this before because she knew exactly how to please you. You looked over at Eddie with a big grin on your face and he looked back at you with lust in his eyes and a wicked smile on his face his cock still as rock hard as ever.

She was fairly good at pleasing you and being a girl she knew what your sensitive spots were, where to put her tongue, and just how to finger you. You were so wet already and her tongue and fingers brought you closer than ever to reaching your first orgasm of the night. You tugged on her hair and told her when to go slower and when to apply more pressure. She read the signals well and she looked deeply into your eyes as you moaned and whimpered for her. She was encouraged only more to please you even better. It was so hot to watch her be submissive like this and give you what you needed and craved. Eddie's eyes were on the two of you never daring to look anywhere else worried about missing even a single second of her pleasing you or the faces you were making. As she tongue-fucked you, you caught glances at Eddie and caressed your breasts wanting to put on a show for him. The lewd moans and noises coming from your mouth were making his cock already wet with precum and he was fully erect again. Porn had nothing on this sight in front of him. Seeing you and Chrissy please each other was the hottest thing he could ever watch.

"That's so fuckin good, baby girl," you mewled as she ate you out like you were a four-course meal and you tugged even harder on her ponytail.

Eddie couldn't take it any longer and came over to the bed fully naked now and harder than ever as Chrissy had you on the verge of your release. He fondled and caressed your breasts and nipples as she added another finger and you writhed underneath her, your fingers clenching the sheets.

"Gonna cum- fuck!" You cried out as you began to cum in her mouth.

She pulled away slowly, licking her lips, then kissed Eddie. You got up and pushed him down onto the bed as you straddled his lap then lowered yourself down onto his erect cock. Chrissy was kneeling next to you and caressing your breasts as you began to ride him. His big cock stretched you out so fully and it felt incredible.

"That's my girl taking her daddy's cock just like that. Fuck! So hot," he groaned.

You could never get enough of him, and her touch made the experience even hotter than it would be if it were just you and him. Her caresses felt wonderful. Eddie grunted underneath you and spanked your ass as he bounced you up and down on his cock. As you rode him and your breasts bounced, your moans grew louder.

"Touch me, Chrissy. Fuck me with your fingers."

She obeyed your command almost instantly and moved her fingers down to your wet clit and rubbed circles over it, wanting to make you feel amazing. You pulled her in deeply for a kiss as you rode him and he spanked your ass.

"Fuck, that's so hot just like that Kiss her," he growled almost animalistically.

He felt so fuckin turned on and hard inside of you as you rode him and he bucked his hips even further into you. He never thought that you and Chrissy kissing and being together would turn him on but here he was and you as well as your former best friend, were giving each other carnal delight and pleasure.

As she groaned against your mouth and you rode your boyfriend's cock, you moaned loudly and coated him with your juices. He bucked his hips up into you a bit forcefully as he pinched your nipples and Chrissy finger-fucked you with three of her fingers, making you feel so fuckin' hot and you felt another orgasm approaching you quickly. As you looked at Eddie and into his brown doe-eyes and back over at Chrissy's blue ones, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world.

You pulled her in for a kiss and crashed your lips together, feeling so wet from her touch, Eddie's cock, and his fingers working against your nipples. Your cries grew louder and the bed squeaked even louder as you fucked him and kissed her.

"Fuck yes, cum all over my cock just like that," he groaned as he felt your juices coat his shaft.

Chrissy licked her fingers greedily, loving your taste, then met his lips in a kiss so he could taste you from her lips. You got off him and whispered into her ear, "You want to ride his cock, right? Now is the perfect time for that."

She blushed slightly, and you wasted no time reaching into the bedside drawer to grab the box of condoms. You eagerly rolled the condom onto his cock as he looked at you, practically out of breath. His chocolate button eyes were wide with wonder as he realized what you were up to.

"Are you sure about this, baby?"

"Yes. I want to see her ride your cock. It would be the hottest thing."

Once she removed the rest of her clothes, you guided Chrissy onto him slowly, inch by agonizing inch. As she took him fully, you rubbed her clit and guided her along as she began to bounce up and down on his thick length. He was so big and girthy and you watched with fascination and delight as you fingered her and yourself. Her moans became louder as she got into the rhythm of it all. As he fucked up into her wet and tight pussy, you kissed her and Eddie grabbed her hips to help her bounce on his cock to his liking at the perfect tempo and pace.

"Fuck, she is so tight. Fuck!" He gasped as she rode him with passion and elicited loud moans as she fucked him.

Getting your favorite toy out of the bedside table, which was a clear glass dildo with a heart shape at one end, you use it on your clit, moving it over your sensitive bud and watching as they fucked each other hard and rough. The sounds they were making and the wet sound of skin slapping against skin were so erotic and it made you move the toy even faster inside of your pussy.

"Now switch and get on top of her," you commanded, as she seemed to be nearing her release.

Chrissy popped off his cock and switched positions with him. He wasted no time ramming right back into her wet pussy as he wrapped her legs around his waist. His thrusts became more sloppy as he was getting closer to chasing his high and you fingered her clit as he fucked in and out of her and made wet, squelching noises. It was one of the hottest and filthiest things you had ever seen before. You were dripping onto the toy now and nearing overstimulation, but kept going as you watched them fuck. They both watched you and whined with pleasure as you used the toy on yourself. You loved to see her tits bounce as he fucked her, and it was so hot to see them pleasing each other like this.

Hearing Eddie's groans was like music to your ears. Seeing him being pleased like this made you feel so hot.

"Gonna cum- Eddie," she whined as she felt like her orgasm was going to wash over her at any moment now.

"Me too, Chrissy," he told her as he thrust his hips into her.

"Cum on our chests," you groaned as you set the toy aside on the bedside table.

A low growl escaped Eddie's lips, and Chrissy moaned louder now that her orgasm washed over her.

"Yes, Eddie! I'm cumming!" She cried out. After she had ridden out her high, he pulled out and removed the condom, quickly tossing it aside and into the trash.

You watched with delight as you were now down on your knees next to the bed.

Chrissy went over to you and knelt as well, kissing you as Eddie muttered 'oh fuck' and gave his cock several more thrusts before spilling all over your chest and hers. You helped clean each other up and collapsed together on his bed. Once you had all come down from your highs and caught your breath, everyone cuddled next to each other, feeling so satisfied from the experience.

"Well that was pretty wonderful. I'm just so glad we were able to make up," Chrissy mused as she rested in between you and Eddie.

"Just stay with us. Stay the night," you suggested. Eddie nodded in agreement.

"I will. I'm glad I'm here. Tonight was the best."

"You're still dating Jason, though, aren't you?" He asked with big doe-like eyes.

It wasn't like Chrissy to cheat, but being with you and Eddie just felt so right, and Jason did cheat first after all.

"Yeah, about that don't think that was working out too well. It was mainly long distance anyway."

"Breakup with him and go out with us. The more the merrier," you suggested, sounding as serious as you could.

"And more mind-blowing sex? I mean, why not? I enjoy being around both of you."

"Then it's settled. You are ours," he told her as he wrapped one arm around her and the other around you.

You pulled her in for another long and lingering kiss. Tonight was pretty wonderful, and it was all thanks to them. Eddie and Chrissy both understood you so well and the sex was amazing. Most of all, you loved the way you were when you were around them. What started as a friendship and then turned into a crush before it turned into enemies was now a friend with benefits and possibly more- but who knew where things would go from here? You were finally at a good place with Chrissy Cunningham and loved your boyfriend more than ever- you wouldn't want it any other way. That same weekend, Chrissy broke up with Jason and exposed him for the creepy cheater that he was. What started as revenge sex was turning out to be something even more.

Weeks later Vecna was taken down again and with Chrissy on your side, you, Eddie, and your best friends Robin, Nancy, and Steve accompanied by Dustin, Max, and Eleven destroyed FOREVER what once was the upside down.

3 months later

Every weekend at the hideout you and Chrissy were there for Eddie and cheering him on front row and center. He loved to see you both get into the show and dance together. It was quite sexy to him seeing you and Chrissy grind on each other. Other people might've noticed, but all of your attention was on them. That night was very special though, because you and Chrissy now had the coolest and best outfits of anyone else there. She helped you to make Hellfire Club cheerleader uniforms that were white and black with the Hellfire Club lettering and the logo of the demon on them. Eddie got so turned on by seeing the uniforms. Once the show ended, you all went backstage and had a little fun of your own. You stripped off her uniform first but left the short skirt on. She did the same for you and you were devouring each other in front of him 69'ing as he got off by stroking himself and licking his lips. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. When he couldn't take it any longer, he got up and pounded into you, taking you from behind, pulling your hair as Chrissy watched, then switched and fucked her going between your pussy and hers as you made out with her. He spanked you both and his thrusts got even more rough and forceful, but he called you both his pretty princesses. Things were getting pretty serious and not just with Eddie, but with Chrissy, too. That night was filled with so much euphoria, pleasure, and ecstasy. It was pretty hot and heavy with Chrissy for a while and throughout another year of college. After you remained friends but went your separate ways when she found a girl she wanted to date exclusively. From then on you and Eddie only grew closer and even though you found other partners with him, nothing matched the chemistry and mind-blowing sex you had with Chrissy until Steve came around. But that's another story for another time.

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[brainwashedkitten]

Everyone at school hears about it and it’s all anyone talks about for weeks!

Even after the fervor dies down, all you get are dirty looks and scandalous whispers from everyone in Hawkins for as long as you live there.

“My life is ruined!” You cry to Chrissy, who is loving every minute of it. “But you liked it, pet. I know you did!” “Yeah, but—“ “but nothing, pet! If it’s really that bad for you, move away with me after graduation.” She says wiping your tears away, looking at you lovingly “move away with me and start fresh, somewhere everyone won’t know how big of a slut you are” she practically chirps, making you cry harder while Chrissy’s smile grows wider

I guess TW for dubcon

I can’t stop thinking about per disobeying mistress Chrissy in some way, and she’s so mad at her pet.

She comes up with a punishment for pet and says if she takes her punishment well and does a really good job, mistress will not only forgive her, but reward her.

She drops pet off at a house she doesn’t know, dressed in the sluttiest outfit mistress has made her wear yet, and the whole senior basketball team is there.

They gangbang pet, and Chrissy is watching from outside, so proud and turned on by pet debasing herself and working so hard to please all those cocks better than they’ve ever been pleased before

Hhh yes you try so hard not to enjoy it but you just can’t help it :((

[robinsno1lesbian]

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡’𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 ꪆৎ

masterlist!

this july-august, i will be taking requests for sapphic summer fics, blurbs + moodboards! this post includes the masterlist for all posts as well as the guidelines + characters i will be writing for! 🌞

i will write for pretty much all the women of stranger things, whether it’s reader inserts or ships! i mostly write for:

-nancy wheeler

-robin buckley

-ronance

feel free to send your requests for moodboards, headcanons & blurbs! find my guidelines here! <3

-& masterlist below the cut!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ masterlist

✿ = fluff | ☾ = smut | ✩ = angst

fics!

touch me, touch me touch me ☾ (-r.b. x reader. 1.4k)

guilty pleasure ☾ (-r.b. x reader. 2.6k)

until we meet again ✿ ✩ (-ronance x reader 2.1k)

too sweet for me ☾ (-n.w. x reader. 2.8k)

i’ve got a burning desire for you ☾ (-r.b. x reader. 1.7k)

close to you ☾ (-n.w. x reader. 1.7k)

after midnight ☾ (-n.w. x reader. 2.4k)

it’s you & me, that’s my whole world ✿✩ (-r.b. x reader. 1.2k)

moodboards!

beach date with robin ✿

summer with nancy wheeler ✿

headcanons!

summer robin headcanons ✿☾

brother’s best friend!robin headcanons ☾

blurbs!

ronance as moms ✿

overstimulation with robin ☾

— disclaimer: all works on this list are either x fem!reader or x gn!reader

[keeponquinning]

okay but suddenly i have THOTS about chrissy's first time with fem!reader. 18+ here. bc i'm a bi mess and women are lovely and chrissy is ughh. and i feel i haven't written f/f in a while so......

where she's nervous, reader is experienced, chrissy isn't. everything is so new to her, but she's never felt this sense of ease with anyone like she does with reader and the attraction is undeniable. chrissy having dreams about reader before even admitting them out loud and having spur of the moment kisses here and there. dreams that led chrissy to touch herself in the early mornings bc if she doesn't, she's going to be thinking about you and the dreams through her college classes and she did that once and it was the most sexually frustrated she's ever been. chrissy that hates she's so inexperienced bc she's had to be the darling angel all her life, the perfect girl, perfect cheerleader, perfect girlfriend. but you are so at ease with who you are, always smiling, always laughing and you make chrissy laugh so hard sometimes. you know who you are and she's just so taken by you. it starts with a kiss and wandering hands. her body just moving seamlessly with you,legs spreading, and she's begging for you. she's wet, drenched between her legs before you even pull her panties down, and the way she's hot, dripping wet for you makes you both moan in your kiss. you swallow her moans and whimpers, her begging you not to stop and you assure her you wouldn't dream of it. that you want to feel her perfect cunt cum on your fingers, making her let out a sob. she's clinging on to you, biting your lip, your jaw, her hips bucking into your fingers to the point you're not doing anything, you're simply letting her fuck herself on your fingers. she feels so tight and warm around them, you're kissing her neck, your breath hot and unsteady, praising her, whispering them into her ear.

"you're such a good girl, Chrissy... you feel so fucking good... jesus fuck, i wish you could see yourself... you're making me wet just seeing you...hearing you... god you sound so pretty when you moan like that, angel..."

by the time your thumb caresses her clit, she's so far gone, riding your fingers so hard and fast, desperate for her own pleasure, her own climax, she wants to cum. she wants to be selfish and cum first. always having to think about others, never herself, always dealing with her problems by herself that you're the first person she feels safe letting go with, and she does, she cries, sobs, screams your name, screaming that she's cumming, and you're biting her neck, telling her to cum, knowing she's close, the way her cunt clenches around your fingers, and she does, there's tears down her face as she cums, your fingers soaked in her heated release, pushing your fingers slow and deep in and out of her, milking her climax, making her little body squirm and twitch until slowly you stop and slide your fingers out, amused how her cunt squeezes at them, as if she didn't want to let go.

she lets out a needy moan as you suck a finger clean, smiling as you feed her a finger, letting her taste herself with a smile. "sweetest thing I've tasted in a while..."

giving out a pout, "...but you've tasted a lot of sweet things, right?"

you chuckle, "Maybe.... But... You're the sweetest. I promise."

she blushes, smiling sweetly at you. "I didn't last long... It was... I felt so..." Biting her lip, she looked up at you. "I wouldn't mind going again...with um...with your..."

you smile, looking over at her, a darkened look in your gaze. "...my strap?" she nodded, making you chuckle, giving her a kiss on her lips. "Here I thought you were innocent... You're just needy."

she let out a whimper, "needy for you."

"I'll take it. I'll take all of you, whatever you're goodly enough to give me..." Kissing her lips one more time before rising from the bed. "Well... If you're that needy... We're gonna have a long night ahead of us... I'm gonna make you enjoy every second."

[quickiesgirl]

Take Me Backstage - Chrissy Cunningham

Paring: Chrissy Cunningham x Fem!Reader

Warning: 18+, Smut, Dom/Sub, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Hand Kink, Voice Kink, Light Teasing, Hair Pulling, Pillow Princess!Chrissy.

A/N: Don't mind my shitty writing, haven't written in a while. <3

Corroded Coffin had left the stage with another successful show in the books, and the next band was called out.

The sweetest girl in Hawkins, Chrissy Cunningham, made her way through the crowd, excusing herself politely as she hurried to the front.

She looked upon the small, lifted stage, combing her fingers through her bangs and adjusting her knitted sweater before the next band came out. 

You slung your electric guitar over your shoulder and held the neck tightly, looking down upon the cherry red pickguard that popped with the white backing. 

You took a deep breath before stepping out, waving to the vibrant crowd. Your bandmates proceed to follow behind you and take their positions. The spotlight shines down and sets a warm golden glow over your body as you stand front and center.

You grab the standing microphone, and pull it closer, looking around at your fellow music lovers. Your calloused fingertips press down on their assigned positions, guitar pick strumming over the thickest strings, taking the lead of ‘Like a Bad Girl Should’ by The Cramps.

The drums kicked in along with your rhythm guitarist. You held a low and gritty tone while leaning into the mic and singing the raunchy lyrics. 

“I love your ass for bad or worse, 

I love your nasty way you curse, 

When you sit down, it's wild how you sit, 

Grind your heel in the ground,

the groovy way you spit.”

You spot your beautiful girlfriend in the crowd, being your supportive little cheerleader.

She stands out in her light pink, v-neck sweater with a white, lacy bra slightly showing underneath and a matching short skirt. Her strawberry blonde hair teased, and pulled up into her signature ponytail, bangs bouncy and parted. 

Your worn boots tap along to the beat as you continue to play with her lingering gaze on you, and those pretty, bow-shaped lips and that killer smile on display. 

At the moment, you were blatantly unaware of the ache you were making between her thighs. Her poor pussy was so overwhelmed with your working hands and your sensual-sounding voice in her ears.

The two of you had met through a mutual friend, Eddie Munson. Chrissy had a secret attraction towards rock stars such as Debbie Harry and Joan Jett, and the moment she saw you, she was head over heels.

“Oh, you look good, oh, you smell good, 

Oh, you taste good…” 

You recognize that lustful, glistening look in her eyes, and immediately unveil her little secret. You tilt your head with a side smirk, now singing directly to your beautiful woman in the audience, words sharp as they spill from your mouth. 

“like a bad girl should.” 

You watch the way her hand slides between her breasts and follows along her shoulders to innocently push some strands of hair across her blushing cheeks. 

The performance ends with the final song being ‘Queen of Pain.’ You and your bandmates exit the stage, beaming with satisfaction, and the second you step out of the exclusive back room, Chrissy practically jumps in your arms and gives you the biggest kiss without a care in the world of who was around. 

Chrissy grabs ahold of your hand and begins pulling you towards a more intimate and private corner of the bar. Proceeding to steal the empty wooden stool and watch as she fills the space perfectly between your legs, causing you to sneak glances at her skirt that was riding high up her thighs. The same ones you wish to have squeezed around your head. 

“You sounded amazing up there, baby. I told you the crowd was going to love you guys.” Your girlfriend said sweetly, her words of affirmation making your body grow physically warm to the touch.

You pulled her into your lap and held your hands around her waist. Her pleasant floral scent fills your nose while you sneak a couple of kisses into her inner neck, “Thank you, sweetheart.” 

Chrissy’s eyes widened at the feel of you pressed against her heat and your delicate lips along the sweet spots of her neck and shoulders. A simple action that shows everyone who exactly Chrissy Cunningham belongs to.

Her body grew weak as she struggled to adjust her skirt. At the moment, all she wanted was to ride your thigh and apply some pressure to that neglected clit of hers.

“Oh,” You gasp with surprise, a devilish smirk spreading across your face once you feel her soaking through the material of your blue jeans, “so that's why you were staring.” 

Chrissy's lips curl into a small, blushing smile, muttering softly, “Y-you know I couldn’t help it. You just had that look in your eyes and… the way everyone's attention was on the person, who holds me at night, kisses every inch of my body, and fucks me.” 

Her mouth dropped open in a sudden gasp as she felt your leg begin to bounce against the vinyl flooring, causing her cunt to grind on your thigh. Her fingers seized the fabric of her mini skirt. Struggling to be subtle with her actions around all these people. 

It was a sight to see Chrissy Cunningham, the graduated head cheerleader whom every guy in town had a crush on, was sitting in your lap. Jealousy struck the room. 

You move forward, lightly grazing your lips to her ear, as a smooth, dominant whisper leaves your mouth, “Keep talking like that, and I'll just have to pull you to the back.” 

Those innocent eyes glance over her shoulder and smirk lightly, “No one is stopping you.”

You’d reached the tipping point, and before she knew it, you took her backstage, which was thankfully unoccupied, offering some privacy as you pressed your girlfriend into the wall.

The vibrations from the music runs through each other's bodies as you lean in and take her breath away in a passionate kiss. Tongues gliding together, and bosoms heaving against one another. 

You pull away from her hungry kisses and replace your absence with two digits inside her mouth. The tips of your calloused fingers drag along her tongue while she lets out an almost pornographic moan.

“That's it, baby… Suck on these fingers you love so much.” 

With your spare hand roaming her body, you slip under the material of her skirt and cup her clothed cunt. One of the reasons why you love these skirts is how effortlessly you can get to that wet hole within seconds. 

“8 minutes till they’re wrapped up. That’ll be plenty of time to make you cum, baby. Give you a special backstage treatment. ” 

Her body shivers in your grasp, and her hips buck into the palm of your hand. You hear a disappointed whimper when you release your hold and slowly kneel, hands drifting down her sides. 

“Gonna taste this sweet pussy of yours, ‘kay?”

Chrissy nods instantly, her bottom lip tightly tucked between her teeth, watching you flip material up and peel her underwear down her legs. 

The sweet aroma of her pussy fills your nose as you push forward and curl your tongue, licking along her pink folds. 

You’d never get tired of eating your girlfriend out. You adore watching that pretty face react to every touch from below while you practically devour her cunt. Her juices are the only liquor you crave. 

A soft sigh escapes her mouth, and eyes flutter, struggling to keep themselves open. Her fingers buried in your hair and pushed your face deeper, causing you to chuckle breathily. She was such a pillow princess, and you loved every second of it. 

You squeeze her soft, supple thighs, nails digging into her skin while you hold them apart and drag your tongue through her slit, lapping at her dripping cunt. “god, you taste so fucking good. ” 

Chrissy’s hips rocked into your open mouth, her inner walls clenching around nothing as you continued to overstimulate her. 

“You know- at any minute, we could get caught with my face buried in this needy cunt. You’d like that, mh? To show everyone you’re getting fucked by the guitarist?” 

Your lips part around her throbbing clitoris and suckle while your tongue traces circles, watching her head tossed back and those lustful moans grow louder. 

You loved her sweet noises, and between the sloppy, wet sounds of her pussy to your mouth and her moans, you were getting high off the pleasure. Luckily the music concealed the sounds of sex behind thin walls. 

“B-baby, I-I need your fingers.” She whimpered, her bangs falling across her dazed face while she watched.

“Mhmm, these fingers?” You tease with a cheeky grin and make direct eye contact, circling her entrance with the ones she had in her mouth minutes ago. 

“Y-yes,” she nodded softly before you dip your middle and ring finger inside her, feeling her arousal coat them. 

Your fingers curl upon her upper wall in unison, applying enough pressure that makes her legs tremble while the tip of your tongue plays with her sensitive clitoris. 

“Oh, god, don't stop- please, don't stop!” 

It became too much, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and her clenching cunt came undone around your fingers, leaving a ring of milky cum down to your knuckles.

After you slowly pull out. You drag your tongue across your sticky fingers, and lick away her juices, “Fucking delicious...” You winked, causing her cheeks to turn an adorably bright shade of red. 

With a loud pop, you remove your fingers and use them to feel the white laced panties around her ankles, “Mind if I have these as a little keepsake?” 

She bites her bottom lip and nods in approval, slipping out of the soft material while she holds onto your shoulders to maintain her balance. Like when you help her out of a pair of heels after a long night. You proceed to carry her underwear in the pocket of your leather jacket for safekeeping.

Chrissy ignores the feeling of arousal leaking down her inner thigh as she flattens her skirt and takes your arm before stepping out with you, side by side. 

From now on, your girlfriend's panties are a “good luck charm” you bring on stage. She loves slipping her cum soaked panties in your pocket before you walk out. 

[ashwhowrites]

Smut prompts 5 and 18 with sub Chrissy?

“You’re cute when you blush”

“My baby, you did so well.”

Halloween party activities

Even though Chrissy was popular and used to having many eyes on her, there was one pair that made her nervous. A pair of eyes that she felt the second she entered a room. The eyes scanned her up and down, and Chrissy could feel her skin burning because of it. She was used to eyes adoring her, but these eyes were different, these eyes devoured her.

The eyes belonged to Eddie's best friend, Y/N. She was one of the only girls Eddie deemed cool enough to hang around. Chrissy and Eddie were sorta friends, they only talked during deals and that was it.

Chrissy couldn't help but search for Y/N in every room. There was something so captivating about her. Maybe it was the way she dressed in leather and heavy boots, it took Chrissy to her core. Chrissy finally admitted to herself that she was sexually attracted to the girl and there was no way to ignore it.

The ache she felt between her thighs, the twisting in her stomach when Y/N sent her a smile, the pulsing of her cunt when Y/N would wink at her during her cheer routines. For once Chrissy loved having a pair of eyes on her.

~~~

"Here is your usual," Eddie said as he passed over the small bag of weed. Chrissy thanked him and tossed over a few dollars.

Eddie went to stand up but Chrissy stopped him,

"Hey, Eddie. Can I ask you something?"

Eddie sat back down, hands on his chin as he nodded. "Sure, what's up?"

"Are you and Y/N like together? Or just best friends?" Chrissy had a theory the two might have been doing something more friendly. And if they were, she'd die with jealousy.

"Nah, she's just a friend. I mean I'm flattered, Chrissy. But you know I can't mix with the popular crowd," Eddie said gently

"Oh no! No, I didn't mean it like that," Chrissy nervously laughed. Eddie gave her a look as if he was trying to read her mind, and then a slow smirk appeared on his face.

He leaned in, bringing his face close to hers as he whispered, "You got a thing for Y/N?"

Chrissy froze, then scoffed with another nervous laugh. "A thing? I don't have a thing for her. I mean what even is a thing? I wouldn't know because I don't have a thing."

Eddie smiled and backed up a bit. "Okay, you don't have a thing for her. But do you want to know a secret?"

Chrissy nodded, hoping it took the heat off of her.

"She's got a thing for you,"

~~~

Ever since Eddie confirmed Y/N had some interest in Chrissy, she wished Y/N would just ask her out. But Chrissy accepted that she might have to take matters into her own hands.

Chrissy took a deep breath as she walked up to Eddie and Y/N. They were talking against some random lockers as students began to leave the school.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Chrissy said, an apologetic smile on her face.

"You're all good, sweetheart. What's up?" Y/N asked, a flirty smile on her face.

Chrissy could feel her cheeks burning at the nickname. Eddie gave her a knowing smile.

"I'm having a Halloween party tomorrow, and I'd love for you guys to come," she said with a smile.

"We'll be there!" Eddie said

"We'll see you tomorrow then," Y/N smiled. The two began to leave but Y/N stopped, Eddie continued to go down the hall.

"Hey Chris," Y/N said, "you're cute when you blush." A smile on her red-painted lips. Chrissy shivered at the sound of her name coming from her mouth.

Chrissy blushed again as Y/N walked away, her heart pounding as she heard Y/N's heavy boots disappear.

~~~

The house was filled with people and music. Sweaty bodies dancing against each other and people sneaking off to dark corners.

Chrissy tried to listen as people talked to her but she couldn't pay attention. She kept searching for Y/N, her heart pounding as more people came in but none were her.

Chrissy politely said goodbye to whoever was talking to her and headed for the bathroom. She felt like she needed a breather. She closed the door and it did little to silence the party.

She took a few deep breaths, giving herself an encouraging talk in the mirror. She eyed her costume, feeling less confident in it as the girl she wore it for still hadn't arrived. She pulled the leather pants further up and smoothed down her tank top, her red bra easy to see. Her hair was down and a black bandana rested on top of her head. She reapplied her red lipstick and headed back out to the party.

She went into her kitchen to grab herself another drink. She closed her eyes as she chugged down the spiked punch.

"Thirsty, pretty girl?"

Chrissy jumped as a voice came from right behind her. The body moved to stand in front of her. Chrissy was more than pleased to see it was Y/N.

Chrissy nervously laughed and nodded. "would you like some?"

"Sure," Y/N smiled. Chrissy felt nervous under her heated stare. Pouring the punch and handing it over. She shivered when their fingers touched. Y/N lingered with a smirk.

"I love your costume. You look sexy in leather," Y/N spoke, she was so confident and it made Chrissy want to drop to her knees.

"Oh thank you," Chrissy blushed, she took the excuse of Y/N in a costume to look her up and down. Chrissy couldn't help but feel herself clenching her thighs as she took in the white sports bra and boxer shorts. Y/N's stomach was bare and on display, almost as it begged for attention.

"I never thought boxing could be so attractive," Chrissy flirted, proud of herself for saying it. Y/N smiled at the compliment.

"Why thank you. How about we go enjoy these drinks somewhere private?"

Chrissy nodded, swallowing her nerves as she led Y/N up to her bedroom. Chrissy let her walk in first, closing the door behind them.

She gasped as Y/N shoved her against it, their drinks dropping to the floor with a soft clunk. Chrissy ignored the stain it would leave on her carpet as Y/N leaned in. Her hands caged Chrissy in and she shivered as she felt her panties getting wet by the second.

Chrissy gulped as Y/N grabbed a piece of her hair and twirled it around her fingers.

"A little birdie told me you have a crush on me," Y/N whispered. Her breath was hot against Chrissy's face. Chrissy groaned to herself. She was seriously going to kick Eddie's ass.

"I didn't exactly say that!" Chrissy defended. Y/N nodded her head and backed away. Walking to Chrissy's bed as she sat down.

"You do you want me to fuck you, Chrissy?"

Chrissy was shocked by the question. How she said it so easily like there wasn't a ton of tension and heat behind it.

"Because I want to fuck you. But I won't do anything you don't want me to do," Y/N admitted. Chrissy watched as Y/N spread her legs.

Chrissy couldn't say it with her staring. So she closed her eyes and softly said, "Yes"

Y/N called her over with her finger when Chrissy opened her eyes, and she obeyed. Y/N reached forward and rubbed the back of Chrissy's thighs. The leather was thin and Chrissy felt the touch straight to her skin. Chrissy timidly placed her hands on Y/N's shoulders, looking down at her.

Y/N gave her a reassuring look, one that told Chrissy she was going to be taken care of. Y/N brought the girl down onto her lap, wrapping her arms around her waist. Chrissy kept her hands on her shoulders, her mouth open as she panted.

Y/N used one hand to softly rub her back, slowly leaning in. Chrissy felt her stomach erupt in butterflies. She had been dying to know what it felt like to kiss her and now she was going to have the chance. Chrissy leaned in, not stopping until her lips met hers.

She was slightly embarrassed by how easily she moaned when Y/N's warm lips worked against hers. Their lips moved in sync, and Chrissy moved her hands up into Y/N's hair. They began to make out, it was messy and heated. At times their teeth clashed by how hungrily they were going after each other's mouth.

Pulling away as they gasped for air. Y/N flipped them onto the bed, Chrissy below her as she stood on her knees. Chrissy looked at her in awe, all lust in her blue eyes.

Y/N teased her hands down Chrissy's body, loving that her stomach moved rapidly as Y/N's hands ran over it. Y/N grabbed the end of Chrissy's shirt, slipping it over the girl's head.

"Beautiful," Y/N said as she leaned down and pressed her lips against Chrissy's cleavage that popped out of her bra. Then her lips moved down and made a trail to her leather pants. Chrissy panted as Y/N moved her lips over the leather. Her head was thrown back with a moan as Y/N licked Chrissy's covered cunt. Y/N moaned at the taste of leather on her tongue, giving it a few more licks before she took mercy and tore them off.

Chrissy gasped at how fast the leather was yanked off her body. Y/N grinned at Chrissy's white lacy panties.

"You look gorgeous, doll. All dressed pretty for me?" Y/N teased. She softly rubbed Chrissy's pussy over the material, making Chrissy moan out.

"I wanted...to be... prepared if... anyone-" Chrissy panted through moans. She was cut off when Y/N removed her hand to grip Chrissy's throat, a possessive look in her eye.

"Anyone?" Y/N hissed. Chrissy realized her mistake, fear in her eyes as she prayed Y/N wouldn't leave her lying there.

"You! It was all for you, I swear," Chrissy pleaded. Y/N smiled at the answer and moved her hand back down south. Chrissy let out a breath of relief.

Y/N slowly pulled down her panties, dropping the material to the floor. Chrissy watched as Y/N dropped to her knees at the end of the bed, grabbing her ankles and dragging her.

"Oh...fuck," Chrissy whispered as she felt Y/N's tongue licking between her folds. Y/N took her time tasting Chrissy on her tongue, closing her eyes as she lost herself in her sweetness.

Chrissy's moans got louder as she picked up her pace, Y/N's lips closing over her clit. She softly sucked and tugged, making Chrissy drift away into a cloud of bliss and pleasure.

"Fuck, Y/N!" She cried out when she slipped two fingers inside of her. Her fingers and tongue worked together to take Chrissy's breath away.

Chrissy couldn't help but move her hips in rhythm. Slightly riding Y/N's fingers as she hooked her ankles behind her head. Y/N didn't mind being trapped between her, sucking her clit harder.

"Chrissy? You in there?" Eddie's voice called from the locked door, a few knocks landed on the wood.

"GO AWAY, EDDIE. I SWEAR!" Chrissy yelled back, not stopping her hips for a single second. Eddie didn't respond so she assumed he walked away.

Chrissy dug her hands into Y/N's hair, clawing at her skull as Y/N worked her closer to her orgasm. She felt her stomach burning, droplets of sweat going down her neck.

Y/N slipped in a third finger, forcing Chrissy's cunt to stretch open. Her cunt happily took her fingers, clenching around them. She could hear how wet her cunt was, slightly embarrassed by the way it echoed around the room.

Y/N hummed against her clit, making Chrissy's body jump and taking the fingers deeper. Chrissy felt like she saw stars whenever she clenched her eyes shut.

"I think...gonna..." Chrissy stuttered out. Her body began to shake, and Y/N took that as a sign to speed up. She removed her mouth and replaced it with her thumb, lazily rubbing circles as Chrissy gasped for air and cried out.

"That's it, cum for me," Y/N encouraged. Chrissy's eyes clenched shut as her mouth opened. Nothing but small cracks left as she felt her stomach snap.

Chrissy cried out as she came, soaking Y/N's fingers. Y/N fingered her through it, speaking softly and kissing around her thighs. Y/N removed her fingers slowly, letting Chrissy fall from her high as she slumped against the mattress.

Y/N sucked her fingers clean, raising to her feet.

“My baby, you did so well," Y/N praised as she leaned down, planting a soft and slow kiss on her lips. Chrissy barely kissed back, exhausted from the orgasm that ripped through her.

"Should we forget the party downstairs and fool around in here?" Y/N asked, Chrissy opened her eyes to see Y/N smirking.

"This is going to be the best Halloween ever," Chrissy smiled, smashing her lips against Y/N's.

[hawkinshighdropout]

requests are still open, send me oneshot ideas.

I write for: Eddie x reader (all genders, races, abilities are welcomed) Steve x reader (all genders, races, abilities are welcomed), Steddie, Hellcheer, Ronance, Other suggestions!

I will write: Platonic Relationships, Smut, Fluff and Angst. Fics based on songs/shows, your head cannons if they’re detailed enough!

I will not write: Billy Smut, Underage, anything regarding any form of assault, death.

[eds6ngel]

could you do a sleepover gone smutty for chrissy x reader? 💋

just like in the movies ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

virgin!chrissy cunningham x fem!reader

summary: whilst watching 'black swan' with your best friend, a certain sex scene comes on the screen, to which chrissy is very intrigued as to what it feels like...

warnings: SMUT!! oral (chrissy receiving.) orgasms. kissing. pet names (honey, sweetie, baby.) teensy bit of corruption kink. virgin!chrissy. experienced!reader. queer!reader. swearing. 'black swan' spoilers? 2010s!au. mentions of homophobia. food mentions. some fluff at the end!! [1.8k].

a/n: thank you so much for the request, hun!! just wanna preface by saying thank you to my queer best friend and random posts on reddit for helping me with the description of this. my poor lil virgin self was confused as to how to describe the sensations, but hopefully i got it somewhat accurate in the end :')

You and your best friend Chrissy are enjoying a girls sleepover at your place on a beautiful spring Friday night. Your parents were out of town on a conference trip, so you had the entire place to yourself. Perfect for the both of you to be silly, have aggressive pillow fights, and watch ‘Black Swan’ at the loudest volume possible.

You two are about an hour into the film, occasionally tucking into the bowl of popcorn laid out in front of you. But, you’d both much rather prefer to dig into your individual bars of chocolate on the bedside counters.

You would be lying if you didn’t put this film on for a little bit of self-pleasure for yourself. Although an early 2010’s movie, the sex scene in this film was actually targeted towards a female audience, so it felt special to feel yourself represented authentically on screen in a sexual sense this early on in film history.

When Nina and Lily’s lips crash into one another, Chrissy lets out a little “Oh my gosh!” beside you. Chrissy was always accepting of your queerness, despite the snide remarks from her parents anytime you went to her house. Her shock was obviously related to the context of the movie, the scene was a pure shock factor after all.

However, Chrissy’s eyes seem to dilate when Nina’s head is thrown back, Lily’s mouth attached to her cunt as she eats the woman out.

“Um…” Chrissy squeaks out, “What does that feel like? With, you know… another woman?”

Your eyes take note of the way Chrissy’s thighs are pretty close together, almost squeezing as a way to relieve something…

And it’s hot. It’s super fucking hot.

Your attitude immediately changes to one of sensuality, teeth lightly grazing your bottom lip, angling your body to the side as you sneakily look her up and down in her pink nightdress.

“Why? Is it making you feel a certain way?” you ask, trying to get her to speak up.

Her pussy tightens at the words, her eyebrows raising as she purses her lips, “Feels good… down there.”

She is very shy with you, a new side of her unlocking that the neither of you were aware of. You understand how scary it is realising that maybe you aren’t as straight as you thought you were, so you try to make the situation as comfortable as possible for her.

You grab her bare thigh, pushing it apart, her moisturised, smooth skin brushing softly against your fingertips. Your other hand runs gently across the centre of her cloth-covered vulva, appreciating the way she flinches against your touch. “Yeah? Right here?”

She nods, her eyes not being able to look away from the sight of your black-painted fingernails tracing against her. She never thought she would be so into this. She’s only been with Jason in the past, and he was abstinent, so this would not only be her first time with a girl, but her first time altogether.

“Do you want me to show you what it feels like, Chris?”

“Um…” she thinks, a little hesitant on the whole situation. “I’ve never done this before…” she quietly speaks out.

“Hey, hey,” you shush her softly, “That’s okay.” Your hand flutters tenderly against the side of her cheek, “I can guide you completely through this, okay? And if at any time you want to stop, just let me know, okay?”

She lets out a sigh, nodding softly, “I’m just scared…”

“Scared about what, honey?”

Her breath hitches at the word ‘honey.’ She already liked the sound of that. She wanted to hear you say that more. It was so sweet, so tender, so… loving.

She gulps, “I’m scared I won’t like it…”

You chuckle softly, “As I said, you can stop any time you want. But, the way your pretty little thighs flinched at my touch… I think you’ll enjoy a whole lot.”

She didn’t realise how much notice you had taken to her small actions of pleasure like that. If you took note of that, what would happen when she couldn’t even try to hide it any longer?

You shift your body so your face is in line with her legs, beginning to delicately place tender kisses along the insides of her thighs. Your fingertips knead into her plushy skin, cupping perfectly into the palms of her hands. You refrain from giving her hickeys, although you’d really like to, just in case her parents notice when she wears that nightdress, or even her cheer uniform, at home.

You tap the lining of her underwear with your pointer finger, “Legs up, sweetie.”

Those pet names were gonna send her to Heaven, but before she can dwell on that, she follows your soft-spoken commands, lifting her legs up so you can delicately remove her pink panties, perfectly matching with her nightdress.

You sigh as you take in the sight of her pretty pussy, “Wow, baby… So gorgeous.” You move your middle finger through her glistening folds, her slick immediately collecting on her fingers. Chrissy lets out a soft sigh above you, her legs flinching at the sensation.

“So wet for me, honey. You ready to find out what it feels like?”

She nods more confidently now, the scene long gone on the small television perched on your bedroom dresser.

“Okay. Just tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

She hums in response, before you dive into her pussy. You drag your tongue from her puckered hole to her clit, swirling your tongue around it, letting her feel every sensation of pleasure.

Chrissy cannot believe what she is experiencing. Everything is so… smooth. Your mouth is so warm, and adds so much extra wetness to what she could already feel between her thighs. The sensation is truly unlike anything she had experienced before.

Your tongue is flicking side to side on her clit, Chrissy’s soft moans filling the air, the calm sounds of the film fading behind you. That was no longer the focus. She was the focus. Only her.

She can feel the sensations all over her body, to the point where she feels as if she’s floating, “Gosh, that’s so nice…”

“Yeah?” you come up for air, “Is it as good as you imagined?”

“Better,” she squeaks out, your mouth wrapping around her clit and sucking, causing her to take a harsh intake, “It’s so warm and tingly.”

“Mhmm,” you mumble against her core, completely unaware of the absolute vibrations it would send through her, Chrissy let out a loud cry.

“Holy shit babe, you sound so pretty for me,” you let out without a second thought, you mind consumed by Chrissy.

You’re determined now, your movements speeding up as her moans become more jagged, her hips softly moving against your face. You let her body take over, wanting her to experience everything she ever needed. You could always be rough and demanding with her another time. God, you hoped there was another time.

What once started as small waves were slowly growing into large tides. What she would normally run away from with squeaks and giggles at the beach was the complete opposite here. She wanted to be drowned in them forever.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh.” Those were the only sounds escaping Chrissy’s mouth, her eyes closed and head thrown back. She was on a different planet entirely, never wanting to descend back to Earth.

You moaned, licked, sucked, anything to get her closer to that edge. You could sense by the way her legs were closing further and further into your head, she was almost there. You just had to get her to that final wave.

“Sweet— Sweetie, my gosh. My gosh, something is happening. Feels so good.”

“That’s it, baby,”you cooed at her, “Almost there for me. Just a little bit more, I got you, honey.”

There was something about her innocence about it all that sent your brain into a spiral. The fact she had never felt an orgasm in her life was something you were determined to keep sacred to yourself. You wanted to be her first… and definitely only.

“Ah, ah! I’m gonna— My gosh, oh!”

“Honey, honey, baby, look at me,” you encourage her. She hadn’t opened her eyes in a long time, not even throughout any of your praise, but something in her mind compelled her to look down at you. And thank god she did.

You make direct eye contact with her, completely parting with her lips as you lowly say, “Cum for me,” before sucking as hard as you can on her pretty, swollen clit.

She lets out a loud whine, thighs trapping you against her as they shake uncontrollably. It feels like fireworks have exploded in her stomach, electric shocks being sent to her brain as she has not a single thought in her mind. It’s so… consuming, mind-numbing. She doesn’t even know where she is. Heaven, Earth, Mars, she doesn’t care, as long as she gets to experience that again… and experience it with you.

Her legs are still shaking as you part from her clit, your hands massaging the plushy skin in order to relax her body and muscles. “You doin’ okay?” you ask gently, Chrissy still looking utterly blissed out.

“Yes… I wanna feel that again.”

“You do, huh?” you chuckle with a sweet kiss to her inner thigh, “Well, I’m happy to oblige. But, for now, I think you need some rest.”

The movie is coming towards the end, only a couple more scenes before the ending. You’ll have to watch it again with her someday, hopefully not getting too distracted this time.

You encourage Chrissy to go to the bathroom whilst you set up the bed, discarding of the uneaten snacks and fluffing the pillows for an ultimate night of comfort.

As she returns, her make-up had been removed, much to your dismay. Seeing her mascara dripping down her cheeks was a sight you’d wish to see every goddamn day on this Earth.

She tucks herself in neatly beside you, snuggling under the covers and facing you. She opens her arms up, encouraging you to cuddle her, to which you agree, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as you get comfy.

“Thank you,” she simply whispers.

“Of course. Anytime, okay?”

She hums, before slowly drifting off into a deep and content sleep. You had no idea where this had left you in terms of the friendship and relationship barrier, but it was something you could worry about in the morning. For now, you could fall asleep with the prettiest girl in existence in your arms, and that’s all that mattered.

taglist: @agxxb @robinsno1lesbian

[punkrockmlchael]

Heartbreak Girl

Masterlist

Gareth Emerson x Fem!Reader

Modern AU; Best Friends to Lovers (Both Gareth and Reader are 18+)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Simp Gareth!, Best Friend Reader!, Smut with Plot, Lots of background and filler because it's cute and needed, Blunt and Brutally Honest Gareth because he loves you for crying out loud!, Confession of mutual feelings, Smut: Fingering, Unprotected Sex, PinV, Virgin!Reader, super sweet and fluffy Gareth with aftercare!, afab reader

Request: @keeryhours hi! i love that you write for gareth! i'd love to request some gareth x female reader smut that's best friends to lovers with lots of pining 👀❤️ hi! Thanks for the request! I put a spin on it that I hope you enjoy 🩵

Synopsis: You never go for ‘good guys,’ at least, that’s what your best friend Gareth always tells you. You’re always calling him crying about your latest heartbreak and he’s stuck listening and reassuring you (despite being head over heels for you). Tonight is no different. Jason Carver, star basketball player, called it off with you after going back to Chrissy Cunningham and the first thing you do is call up Gareth.

Based off of the song Heartbreak Girl by 5 Seconds of Summer. Look I’m not sure if this is what you wanted but… here hehe

Word Count: 3.8k

-

I dedicate this song to you

The one who never sees the truth

That I can take away your hurt

Heartbreak girl

Hold you tight straight through the daylight

I'm right here, when you gonna realize

That I'm your cure?

Heartbreak girl

You and Gareth have been best friends since, well, ever. It's the cliche of your moms being best friends; they grew up together, got pregnant around the same time, and decided they had to raise their kids together. They even secretly hope that their kids end up together, because, come on, how cute would that be?

And, as much as Gareth hates to admit it, he secretly hopes it happens, too. You are his soulmate, his other half and all that other lovey-dovey bullshit. You just.. don’t know it yet.

Gareth knows you like the back of his hand.

All your quirks.

All your pet-peeves.

All your pros.

All your cons.

The list goes on.

He might actually know you better than you know yourself. Scratch that, he definitely knows you better than you know yourself.

And, Gareth would do anything and everything for you. Literally. From helping you with homework because you're not as good at Calculus as he is; to coming over when you need a shoulder to cry on; to dropping anything and everything when you call.

The Hellfire boys call him a simp when you’re not around, and that’s probably the best word to describe him.

When he sees your name light up his phone screen with a call, a text, a video you thought was funny that reminded you of him… oh, god, his heart skips a beat… sometimes multiple beats.

When you smile at him and sit next to him at the lunch table? God, he wants to hold your hand under the table; to pull you close and wrap his arm around your waist to protect you from all the boys around the table and all the boys in life.

When you call his name? God, that makes him want to die. Especially when you look at him and use his nickname, Gare, or, the one you’ve called him since you were younger: Bubba.

Fuck, when you use the nickname Bubba he is putty in your hands. He knows it, the boys know it, you know it. God, everyone knows it.

Gareth wants to look you in the eyes, grab your hands and pull you into a passionate kiss, holding your hips tightly; your body forming against his as your arms wrap around his neck, playing with the small curls at the base of his neck.

He wants to take you out on dates, and show you off to everyone around him. A museum date, a bowling alley date, a movie date, a Taco Bell date where you sit and giggle at him for making a mess on his lap in the car because, come on, those hardshell tacos never stay together.

He wants to bring you flowers, specifically your favorite, in a pretty bouquet. Not because you’re having a bad day, but because he loves you and wants to remind you how much he loves you.

He wants to hold your hand and walk through the park, laughing and joking with each other while you talk about your future and what month you want to get married and how many kids you want to have together.

Yeah, it’s bad, he knows that.

And, he continuously curses at himself and kicks himself because of that, too.

He is head over heels for you, his best friend. And he’s so sick of being friend zoned and second choice, all the damn time. And every time you call him, upset and crying, it just kills him. Because, if you saw him how he saw you, this would be so much easier. But, being easy apparently isn’t in either of your vocabularies.

-

Gareth’s cell phone rang, pulling him out of the intense Call of Duty match he was playing with Jeff and Eddie. He missed an opponent because of the distraction and got shot, dying instantly.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, grabbing his phone.

“Gareth, what the hell man, you good?” Jeff asked through the headset.

“Yeah, man, what happened?” Eddie asked.

Gareth looked down at his phone and saw your name, his heart fluttering slightly before he remembered: you were supposed to have a date with Jason Carver tonight. A call at this time cannot be good.

“Yeah, sorry guys, I got to go.” He replied, looking at his phone. He quickly turned his headset off and the game off before Jeff or Eddie could even argue.

He sat up in his bed and answered your call, putting the phone to his ear.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s up?” He asked into the phone, instantly hearing your sniffles and tears.

“Gare,” you said softly, sniffling as tears slowly fell down your cheeks. “Are you busy?”

He looked up at the television screen that was now black before directing his attention to the headset and Xbox controller that sat beside him on his bed.

“Not anymore,” he sighed. “Why, what’s up?”

“Jason, went back to Chrissy,” you added, sighing at yourself for feeling so stupid to actually think you had a chance with Jason. “He ditched me tonight and then sent me a picture of him and Chrissy at the movies.”

“Oh, wow,” Gareth replied, not really knowing what else to say. “Do you want me to come over?” He asked, already knowing shouldn’t. But he wanted to. He had to. You were sitting there on your bed, alone, crying for fucks sake.

“Please,” you sniffled, sitting back down on your bed. “If you’re not busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you,” he said, standing up as he grabbed a bag and stuffed some clothes in it before he picked up his wallet and keys. “I’ll be there in 10.”

“You’re the best,” you mumbled, “I’ll see you soon, bubba.” You added, he sighed.

“Yeah, see you soon.” He hung up the phone and made his way to his car, starting the short journey to your house.

When he arrived to your house he found you on your bed, cuddling the stuffed teddy bear he had gotten you for your 18th birthday a few months prior.

The black, fuzzy teddy bear that he made for you at Build-a-Bear. The one that he dressed up in jeans and a red plaid flannel with a cute customized Hellfire tee-shirt on. He went so far as to make sure the jeans looked distressed and ripped and he handmade the Hellfire shirt. Gareth never hand makes anything; he hates arts and crafts, unless, of course, it’s designing D&D characters.

Did I mention Gareth Emerson is fucking whipped over you?

You looked up at him, blinking away the tears as you watched him walk into your room, closing the door behind him before he threw his bag down gently. He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on the chair by your desk before he looked at you.

You held the teddy bear tighter to your chest and rested your chin the on top of it, looking up at Gareth.

You looked pitiful.

Literally.

Tears falling down your cheeks, mascara clumping your lashes together, the sparkly eyeshadow you had on was smeared and you just had glitter all over your face.

You looked like a mess. A literal mess. Crying over Jason Carver. And somehow, Gareth was so far up your ass, so head over heels for you, so whipped over you, that still, even when you looked like this, he still found you attractive. He still wanted to call you his. He wanted to drop to his knees right then and there and beg you to be his.

He could fix you. He could help you. He could take away your hurt. He could take away your heartbreak. He could hold you tight. He could be your cure.

But, when were you going to realize?

You sniffled again, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked at you and just sighed, not wanting to start an argument with you, but knowing he has to say something. You'll never learn if he doesn't. But, how is he supposed to give you tough love without breaking your heart more.

"Hi," you said softly, sitting up in your bed.

"I told you so," Gareth said, not even realizing he said it. He froze, looking at you after he heard the words that came out of his mouth.

No, no, no, no. You said hi and he replied with I told you so? God, he was such an idiot.

"Wow, thanks," you scoffed, wiping your eyes with your sweater sleeve.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"No, you're right." You replied, nodding. "You're definitely right. But, you don't have to be a dick about it."

"I'm not being a dick." He argued defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm, just," he sighed, pacing around your room for a bit as he gathered his thoughts. He stopped pacing and looked at you, "I'm just, so fucking sick and tired of watching you get hurt. You never fucking listen to me, no matter how many times I tell you. You, literally, do not listen to anything I say and it's getting so fucking annoying! I'm so sick of running after you, of picking up the pieces of your broken heart, only to have you break it again in a week!" He said, raising his voice slightly. "God, will you ever learn?" He asked, causing more tears to form in your eyes.

"You're totally being a dick!" You yelled, throwing the teddy bear at him. He caught it in his hands and looked at you, glaring at you.

"I'm not! I'm simply trying to tell you something!" He yelled back.

"Yeah? And what's that?" You asked through tears. "That my taste in guys sucks? That I'll never find someone? That I'll be alone forever?"

"No, you idiot!" He yelled, stepping closer to you. "I'm trying to tell you that I love you!" He looked at you, throwing the teddy bear on your bed before crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm so fucking in love with you! I have been since freshman year of high school! And it's so hard watching you get your heart broken over and over and over again. It's so fucking hard watching you run after all these guys that don't give you what you deserve! I'm so sick of always being the one that helps you, and never getting anything back from you. It's just, god, you're just, a fucking idiot," he sighed, shaking his head.

You sniffled again, pausing to let him finish his little rant. You tilted your head to the side, listening to his confession. Taking his confession in. It replayed in your mind, along with all the things he's done for you over the last couple of years. And all the things you've neglected to do for him.

"You know what, I'm going to go," Gareth said, grabbing his jacket.

"You love me?" You asked softly, looking up at him. He stopped and turned back around, looking at you. "Like, you love me?" You asked, standing up. You wiped your eyes again, looking him up and down.

"Of course I fucking do." He replied, looking at you. "Why wouldn't I? You're.. like, perfect. You're so funny, you're so sweet, you're so gorgeous, you're literally.. perfect." He added softly.

You stood there, staring at him for a brief second before you walked towards him. "I'm such a fucking idiot," you repeated, looking up at him.

"Well, yeah—you kind of are," Gareth said, "but, look-" you cut him off when you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his lips softly. He stood there shocked for a moment before he kissed you back, his left hand meeting your waist to pull you closer to him. His right hand moved up and caressed your face gently, holding it softly.

He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, holding you so carefully like he was afraid he was going to break you. He blinked a couple of times, just staring at you.

He was unsure what this meant, unsure of what to do and unsure of what to say.

“You love me?” You asked again, looking up at him. He rubbed his thumb over your cheek gently and shook his head.

“No, I hate you,” he teased. “Of course I love you,” he chuckled softly. “And, god, it’s just.. been so hard watching you get hurt. I just, never knew what to say or how to say it and I always feared you only saw me as your best friend,” he admitted, looking over your face. “Like, come on, you’re so out of my league.” You scoffed and shook your head, looking up at him.

“Please, I know I look like a fucking mess right now, if anything I’m definitely out of your league.” He shook his head, looking at you.

“No, baby, you’re gorgeous.” He replied, making your heart flutter and your insides melt. “You’re always gorgeous. Even when you got that ridiculously messed up hair cut over the summer, or when you fell off your skateboard a couple years ago and had that wicked bruise up your left thigh, or when you—.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you replied softly, cringing at the embarrassing memories he was bringing up.

He rubbed his thumb over your lips, leaning in again for another kiss. “You’re so perfect, so beautiful, so gorgeous and I.. I love you so much.” Gareth said softly before he kissed your lips again.

You sighed into the kiss and melted, turning into putty in his hands. Deepening the kiss, your fingers played with the curls on his neck, pulling them gently. Gareth groaned softly into the kiss, pulling you towards him more, his now rock hard erection hitting your thigh.

You moaned softly, pulling on his curls tighter. He sighed, pushing you back towards your bed, breaking the kiss to gently place you on the bed. He crawled on top of you and kissed you again, rubbing his erection against your thigh, groaning into the kiss.

You groaned loudly, your hands finding their way to the hem of his shirt. You tugged at his shirt before he pulled away, looking down at you.

“Woah, woah,” he said, catching his breath. “Baby, we don’t have to do anything, I know you’re a virgin and you’re waiting for the right moment with the right person,” he said sweetly, peppering your neck with soft kisses.

“Mhm,” you hummed, biting your lip. “I found the right person and the right moment,” you replied, squirming under his kisses.

“Is that so?” He asked, smiling sweetly as he looked down at you. You looked up at him and met his eyes, nodding slightly.

“Yeah,” you replied, playing with the hem of his shirt again. “Now, uh, fuck me?” You asked softly. “Please?”

Gareth laughed at your words, pulling away to slide his shirt off. He slid the simple black Metallica shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the side. You looked up at him, running your hands over his chest and stomach gently before you leaned in and kissed him again.

His tongue ran over your bottom lip, causing you to gasp into the kiss. He took this opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue, his right hand playing with the bottom of your sweater.

You pulled away and gasped for air, reaching down to the hem of your sweater. You lifted it up, arching your back slightly to get the sweater off of your body. Pulling it up and over your head, you threw it with Gareth's shirt before you laid back down, looking up at him.

"What?" You asked as he looked down at you, his eyes exploring your now bare torso to him.

"No bra, huh?" He asked, his fingertips grazing down your side gently. You shivered and bit your lip, shaking your head.

"Nah, don't like them," you replied, looking up at him. He nodded, his fingertips continuing to move up and down your side.

"You're, wow," he said, leaning down to kiss your neck. He peppered kisses from your neck, down to your collarbone and upper chest, leaving sloppy kisses over both of your breasts. He kissed over your left breast, biting on the skin above your nipple gently. He nibbled the skin softly before blowing on it, creating a small, purple mark.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip as your right hand moved to his hair, pulling on his curls again.

"Fuck, baby, you gotta stop pulling my hair," he said, looking up at you.

"S-Sorry," you replied, releasing your grip on his hair gently. He smirked a little, kissing down your stomach softly.

"I guess I can forgive you," he mumbled against your skin, playing with the hem of your leggings. "Can I take these off?" He asked, looking at you. You nodded, closing your eyes gently. He repositioned himself and slowly slid your leggings off, pulling them down your legs.

As soon as they were off, your thighs moved together, suddenly feeling very vulnerable underneath Gareth in only your panties. He noticed and smiled at you, moving your thighs apart gently.

"Awe, baby," he said, smiling at you. "You're so pretty," he added. He left soft kisses up and down your thighs, leaving a gentle kiss on your core through your panties.

You squirmed and whined again, looking down at him. "Gare," you whined, moving your hand to his hair again. "This isn't fair," you added, bucking your hips up in search of some friction.

"I think it's perfectly fair," he replied, standing up. You looked at him and pouted.

"What're you doing?" You asked, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Well, I kind of need my pants off if you want to have sex," he responded, undoing his belt.

"Oh," you nodded, laying your head back on the pillows. “Right,” you said, looking at him. You watched as he undid his belt and jeans and stepped out of them, before he slid his boxers down, now standing completely naked in front of you. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked him up and down, gulping slightly. “Damn,” you mumbled.

"Hm?" Gareth asked, looking up at you. You shook your head and looked back at his face, pretending you didn't say anything.

"You're, uh, you're really hot," you said softly, a bit embarrassed to be in this situation and not know what to do.

"I think that's you," he corrected, sliding your panties down gently. He kneeled in between your thighs and looked up at you. "Now, you're sure you want this, right? Because I can stop; we can stop," Gareth asked, looking at you.

"I'm so sure, please," you begged. He smiled softly and leaned down to kiss your lips. His dominant hand met your core and rubbed up and down your folds softly, causing you to moan against his lips.

He opened your folds gently with his fingers before he pumped his middle finger and in and out a couple of times. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at you, your eyes closed as soft moans were escaping your lips.

"God, you're so pretty when you look like that," he breathed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. He pulled his hand away and you whined at the loss of feeling, looking up at him.

"Why'd you stop?" You asked. He smiled, rubbing the tip of his cock up and down your folds gently, moving with ease with your slick. You groaned, sighing softly. "Oh, that makes sense," you nodded.

"I'm going to go slow," Gareth said, slowly sliding into you a little bit. "Tell me to stop at any point if you feel uncomfortable or if you want me to stop, okay?" You nodded again, gasping at the feeling of him inside you. His finger felt good but it was nothing like this.

You sighed, your head resting on the pillow. After a few seconds Gareth moved further into you, and again, until he was fully inside of your warmth. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours as he waited for your signal to keep going. He looked down at your face, placing a soft and sweet kiss on your lips gently.

"Hm," you hummed against his lips. "I, uh, I think you can move now." You said, looking up at him. He nodded slightly and slowly started to thrust in and out of you. You gasped at the feeling, screwing your eyes shut. "Hm, you're so big," you groaned out.

Gareth moaned softly, kissing your neck gently as he continued to thrust in and out of you slowly. "God, baby, you feel so good," Gareth mumbled into your neck. You moaned again, your hand moving to his curls yet again. You ran your fingers through his curls, tugging on them gently as you closed your eyes.

He continued to thrust in and out of you slowly, moving his dominant hand down to your clit, rubbing circles on it gently.

You gasped softly, tugging on his curls harder at the feeling. His gentle and deep thrusts, his fingers moving against your clit, it was all too much. You moaned loudly, clenching around him. Gareth groaned against your neck again, continuing to thrust slowly, helping you ride out your high.

He made a couple more thrusts before he pulled out of you and finished on your stomach, groaning loudly.

"Fuck," he mumbled, leaning down to kiss your head. He stood up and walked to your dresser, grabbing some tissues to help you clean up. He walked back to you lying on your bed and wiped your stomach clean, throwing the tissue away.

Gareth slid his boxers back on before he grabbed your panties and his shirt, handing them to you. You smiled softly at him and put your panties back on and slid his shirt on, humming to yourself as you laid back in your bed.

He moved towards you and laid down next to you,  you smiled and moved towards him, resting your head on his chest. You sighed and draped your arm over his stomach, nuzzling your head into his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of your head gently, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"I love you, baby," Gareth mumbled softly into your hair. You smiled, leaving soft kisses on his chest.

"I love you too, bubba," you replied, closing your eyes.

"Still upset about Jason?" He asked, rubbing circles on your hip with his fingers.

"Who?" You asked, looking up at him with a smile.

"That's what I thought," he smirked, leaning down to kiss your lips again.

God, the Hellfire boys definitely won't believe him if he tells them about this.

[brainwashedkitten]

The sensory paradise that would be her full, wet pussy lips, her swollen clit in my mouth, rocking into my face, while her strong, beautiful thighs crush my head, pulling my hair, and the sounds of her moaning, panting, cumming for me and talking dirty?

Omfggggg

Maybe if she’s being nice she’ll give me a pillow to grind on so I’m not just rubbing my thighs together and getting the bed wet. Unghh, such a kind mistress 🥹

I WANT A PRETTY GIRLFRIEND TO SPOIL FOR VALENTINES

and suck her tiddies and eat her out until she crushes my head between her thighs at least 6 times

Please? I’ve been so good 🥺

The way i would let Chrissy crush my head omfg😩 her thighs are so strong i j know it!!

[6rookie-writer0110]

MasterList - #78

I have been falling for a long time - Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader

Don't listen - Chrissy Cunningham x Male Reader (Smut)

Written In the moon - Chrissy Cunningham x Male Reader

Black Star - Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader x Avengers Guys (Smut)

Something about her - Kara Zor-El x Male Reader (Smut)

Falling in Love with the Stars - Robb Stark x Male Reader

[ruassurvivalkit]

💫❤️‍🔥RUA'S MASTERLIST❤️‍🔥💫

💥Rules💥

1) I don't write ageplay, anything sexual to do with bodily functions e.g. vomit, underage, too graphic, beastality etc. Generally what most people on this app consider iffy

2)I have the right to refuse requests

(especially if it goes against rules or I am uncomfortable by the request)

3) don't reblog my stuff or I will find you! (/j about the last part but don't reblog my stuff /srs)

4) Request thro my ask button and do it respectfully or I won't make the request. If you want it to be specific to your tastes, make it specific. If you want me to have my own artistic interaptation then let me know.

5) I ONLY WRITE ROMANTICALLY FOR WOMEN/NONBINARY AS I AM A LESBIAN. (I will write for men platonically) (or the man is man x other character) and I don't write for male readers

6) I write romantic and platonic but you need to be specific. If you want a character to be written as a parental figure, say "can you write for parent!character" or if you want a character to be written as a crush/crushing say "can you write for crush!character or crushing!character"

7) depending on the fandom, I may write for one I don't have listed but i have the right to refuse

8) I write for character x reader and character x character and I'm chill writing with multiple characters if given specifics

9) I may write for a character not listed in the listed fandom but I have the right to refuse.

WHAT TYPE OF IMAGE/ONE SHOT IS THIS?

❣️ - fluff

💢 - angst

🍋 - smut (I am not well versed in writing smut but I'm willing to give it a try)

🕊 - dead dove do not eat

*trigger warnings will be given on iffy subjects (dead dove do not eat)

WHO/WHAT DO I WRITE FOR?

Arcane

• Jinx

• Vi

• Mel

• Caitlyn

• Vi and Caitlyn

Stranger Things

• Robin buckley

• Nancy wheeler

• younger characters × younger characters only as theyre 13-15 in the series(e.g. Max x Lucas or Mike x Will) but will only be cutesy fluff bc aweee

• Joyce × Jim

• Joyce Byers

• Chrissy Cunningham

• Vickie (cannot find her surname for the life of me)

League of their own (series)

• Jess McCready

• Lupe Garcia

• Max Chapman

• Carson Shaw

• Greta Gill

• Maybelle Fox

• Jo De Luca

• Shirley Cohen (love the girl but platonic only)

• Esti Gonález (platonic only)

Life is Strange

Lis 1

• Chloe Price

• Max Caufield

Lis tc

• Steph Gingrich

• Alex Chen

Feel free to request a character and ill yay or nay them

Yellowjackets

• Shauna Shipman/Sadecki

• Jackie Taylor

• Nat/Natalie Scatorccio

• Tai/Taissa Turner

• Van Palmer

• Lottie/Charlotte Matthews

• Laura-Lee

Hazbin/Helluva Boss

• feel free to request FEMALE characters and I'll yay or nay them asap but male characters can be platonic!!

Bridgerton

• Penelope Featherington(my love my life my wife not Colins 😾)

• Eloise Bridgerton (LOVE HER SM)

• umm idk who else but like requests and stuff! 😼

I also write for

• dc universe

• marvel universe

• 2 broke girls (only Max and depends on Caroline)

• Fallon Carrington the new Dynasty series (havent watched the older one)

• can request a lot of characters from diff fandoms as I always forget what media I watch/read etc until its brought up

• Harry Potter but only when the younger characters are older

• FEAR STREET!!!!

• doric from the dnd movie and Syd from ianowt 👀👀👀

• STRICTLY PLATONIC!!!!paper girls ❤️ I luv them they're such wee cuties but I can do Mac x Kj romantic bc duhhh just not x reader BC DUHHH

• mean girls

‼️DISCLAIMER‼️ This is a stream of consciousness so apologises for the messiness and istg I will actually combust and explode if anyone ik finds this 😔🙏💔

[greengoblinswifey]

okay okay. hear me out ! can you do t/n having a wet dream and eddie helping her out ?

and low key one for billy too ?

i don't think i'll ever write for billy for....reasons, but eddie will do :) im really proud of this fanfic. wrote it in 25 mins :)

Eddie Munson x Black!Reader

Warnings: Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Oral(f), Praise kink, Spit kink, Fluff.

Eddie's eyes slowly opened and adjusted to the darkness of your room. He wasn't sure what woke him and he began drifting off to sleep until he heard it.

He clicked on the bedside lamp and looked over at you. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you were squeezing your thighs together. What really caught him off guard were the moans and low whimpers that left your lips.

You were having a wet dream.

Another moan left your lips and you muttered a soft "Eddie." If he wasn't so alert, he would've missed it.

Surely you weren't having a wet dream about your best friend.

"Eddie, mm, so good," you moaned softly. Your moans were sweeter than honey. Music to his ears. Probably better than the Kate Bush cassette that was playing in the living room.

He didn't know what to do other than listen while his erection grew.

"Fuck," he breathed, palming his cock in his boxers.

He probably said it a bit too loud because your eyes shot open in a panic.

"Oh God, please, please don't tell me I was-"

"Yeah, you were," Eddie said, clearing his throat.

You had mutual feelings with the other being oblivious to it but now, those feelings were coming to the forefront, especially with the rising sexual tension.

Your eyes averted down to his very prominent erection and he looked big.

Both your hearts raced as you sat up and rested your back against the headboard.

"You were uh- you were dreaming about me. What was it about?" Eddie asked, trying to hide the smirk that was trying to make it's way onto his face.

"Ed, go back to bed, I'm really tired," you mumbled.

He then abruptly pulled you by your waist onto his lap. Right onto his rock hard bulge.

"C'mon sweetheart, tell me," he pleaded, "we're best friends, we tell each other everything."

His eyes went to your lips then back to your eyes as he waited for an answer.

"I had a dream that you were- that you were eating me out and then we fucked."

"See, that wasn't so hard was it?" he chuckled. You could feel his erection getting even harder and pressing up against your core.

"We can't go to bed all hot and bothered now can we? What do you say I help you out?" he asked, tucking one of your braids behind your ear.

You nodded and he lifted you up and laid you flat on your back.

"You're absolutely gorgeous Y/N," he beamed.

He slowly took off your underwear and threw it aside.

"I'll make your dreams a reality."

You gasped as your soaking wet pussy became exposed to the cool air. “So beautiful,” he praised and kissed your inner thighs. 

You shivered in anticipation as he kept biting and nipping your thighs and slowly nearing where you needed him the most.

“Now tell me what you want sweetheart,” he said.

“I want you to eat me out until I cum, please Eddie,” you whined.

“That’s my good girl.” The way he called you his good girl made your heart flutter and your pussy throb.

As soon as his tongue made contact with your pulsing clit, you saw stars. Sure you’d been eaten out before but none of those times compared to this. You weren’t being eaten out. You were being devoured. Devoured like he was a starving man.

Your legs were already shaking and closing around his head but he squeezed them lightly and pried them open. He licked from your wet, leaking hole up to your clit before taking it gently between his teeth causing you to yelp. His mouth was practically dripping with your arousal and he took a moment to wipe it with his fingers then suck them clean.

“You taste better than anything I’ve ever put in my mouth,” he said, “so fucking sweet.”

With his thumb rubbing rough circles on your clit, he circled your entrance with his tongue before slipping it inside and slurping you. To say you were enjoying it was an understatement.

His cock twitched in his boxers as he felt your pussy clench and spasm around his tongue.

“Cum for me princess, cum on my tongue.”

You grabbed onto his dark hair and he held under your thighs, licking all your juices that squirted into his mouth.

He stood up and hovered over you, his hands on either side of your head. He tapped your jaw and you opened your mouth eagerly, ready to take whatever kinky shit he would give you. He spat into your mouth and you swallowed happily before wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him.

“I wanna take my time with you beautiful but God, I need to be inside you.”

“It’s ok. I want you too Ed, please just fuck me.”

He removed his boxers and his hard cock sprang free. He was quite impressive in your eyes. If you weren’t so desperate to have him inside you, you would’ve wanted his cock in your mouth.

“Ready?” he asked, looking into Y/E/C eyes. You nodded and gave him a small smile.

You both gasped as he penetrated your slick walls. 

“E-eddie,” you moaned.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, gimme your hand.” He took your hand in his as he slowly moved inside you.

“You’re doing so well Y/N baby,” he cooed. He allowed you to adjust to his size before going all the way in and bottoming out.

When you finally started adjusting, he picked up a steady pace. “You take me so well sweetheart, you’re so pretty.”

He had to hold himself back from flipping you onto your stomach and fucking you into the mattress. Tonight was about you.

He rubbed the tip on your clit before slipping back into your pussy and fucking you again.

“Let go, cum for me love,” Eddie whispered.

Your lips locked in a kiss and his pace faltered as sweet release overtook you and soaked his cock. 

“You’re such a good girl. You’re so good to me my love,” he said, kissing your hand.

“Cum inside you Eddie.”

Eddie’s cock twitched in excitement and with a few more thrusts, his seed spurted inside you and painted your walls white. 

It took a while to catch your breath and after you did, you looked over to see Eddie admiring you.

“What is it?’ you smiled. 

“Nothing, it’s just that you’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky.”