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wildlife4life · 10 months ago
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Fuck-It Friday
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Seeing a lot of Fuck's in fuck-it Fridays today, so I'm joining. Here is a somewhat spicy snippet from NFL Buck, which is a continuation from this post I shared a long while back. Hope you all enjoy! (Everything NFL Buck)
Eddie tosses his phone away, uncaring of where it lands and more concerned with Buck's hand stripping his cock. Apparently his conversation with Chimney had him flagging a bit and Buck saw the need to remedy that real quick. Thank god the surprise phone call did not have the same affect on Evan. His cock had stayed pressed deep in Eddie's ass and is still hard as rock. The edging pleasure begins to build once again with each stroke of Buck's hand and the rocking of his hips making his cock brush Eddie's prostate periodically. "Still need an answer Eds." Buck murmurs in his ear, mouthing the delicate skin before leaning away. Eddie whines and pants, squirming in Buck's lap. He had the perfect answer earlier, one that would very much please his torturous boyfriend and allow Eddie to finally tip over into the throws of orgasmic ecstasy. He is going to murder Chimney next shift. That lost edge is in reach and Eddie does his damndest to lift his hips to try and fuck himself on Buck's cock at a pace and physicality he so desperately needed. He doesn't even get an inch upwards. The hand jerking Eddie off disappears and joins the free hand that had been resting his thigh, to clutch Eddie's waist and hold his ass tight to Buck's pelvis. Eddie cries out at the loss of not only the grip on his dick, but also the orgasm that was just at his finger tips. All of Evan's movements come to a stop and Eddie can't hold back his frustrated shout, "Buck please!" "Two high safeties. Five man rush. What should I call?" Buck growls deepening his grasp. Somehow, in recess of Eddie's pleasure soaked mind, an answer springs forwards. "Four verticals out of 2 by 2!" He sobs. The hand on his right hip releases, and Eddie barely hears the scratch of Buck writing the play note in his binder. "Perfect. You're so damn smart baby." Buck purrs and Eddie can't help the shiver of warmth at the praise. He loves knowing when he's been helpful for his boyfriend. Buck turns off the film before giving his full attention the trembling mess that is Eddie. "So... my hand or my cock as your reward?"
Hehehehe. A stressed Buck can be a bit... teasing.
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eddiernunson · 1 year ago
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"Do You Want One?" | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+
Summary: your cousin shows you around Hawkins High for your first day, and is surprised to say the least when her sweet cousin hooks onto Eddie Munson. Just seeing him brings a swoop to your stomach you've never quite felt before, and become desperate for more of him.
Warnings: late bloomer!reader, virgin!reader, mentions never having experienced lust of the sort or really understanding what it is, corruption!kink, little praise, taking of virginity, slight perv!eddie
Authors' note: I, myself didn't feel any sort of sexual attraction or lust until i was 15/16. I tried to write the reader innocent without being infantilized. Also, these photos are for aesthetics only, not much of the reader is described, except for height. Also, my editor pulled through, despite her busy schedule, thanks @forget-you-morelike-fuck-you! This is a birthday present to @bebe07011, always one of the first to read <3
Word Count: 9k
The subtle, yet annoying ring of your alarm yanks you out of your sleep, a sleep that took hours to settle into after anxious tossing and turning. A yawn overtakes your body as you sit up, looking around sleepily at the boxes that contain the contents of your room. You whine as the stars overflow your vision from the rubbing of your eye.
Your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth, tasting the mint of your mouthwash when your mom pushes a bagel into your hand. Most of the kitchen is still in boxes, just a few appliances on the unnaturally bare counters. “Hey, Aunt Karen just called and said Nancy will be here any minute.” She offers, and a part of you feels for the bags under her eyes.
“Thanks.” You say, garbled with a piece of bagel in your mouth.
“Oh, and Mike is being a little testy, so he probably won’t move from the front seat for you.” She laughs, shaking her head.
You shrug, not caring. “I’ve been in the backseat for this long.”
Two honks out the front announce their arrival, and you ignore the anxious reminders she hurriedly spits out as you grab your backpack by the front door, already filled with school supplies from Texas. You shout an I love you to her as the Wheelers’ Station Wagon comes into your sight from the swung open door, finally out of her worried clutches that you’ve been in from the last week straight.
True to Aunt Karen’s word, Mike gave a defiant look when Nancy demanded he get out the front seat. Again, you didn’t care. “Sorry Mike has a ruler up his ass.” Nancy apologizes, her smirk reaching your own in the rearview.
You roll your eyes, a signal that it really doesn’t matter to you.
Hawkins, miniscule in comparison to that of your old home, Houston, passes by in the windows and you huff a sigh out at how much smaller your world has gotten. Your town, your school…you wish you could go back and give a reality check to the girl who patronized Nancy for it on the phone.
As promised, Nancy shows you to the front office and your first few classes. Being the new girl in the middle of a semester is absolute bullshit, but at least it wasn’t Forks, Washington levels of bullshit. That level of attention would’ve had you crawling under a bridge. Thank God only one teacher asked you to introduce yourself to the class. The rest of them couldn’t even be bothered.
Nancy sits alone at lunch, a notepad in her hand next to a near empty lunch tray. One thing you notice is that this school is much more categorized than yours was. It felt straight out of a high school dramedy, one you would criticize for being cliché.
Oh. Maybe it does some have truth to it.
“Hey loner.” You greet her, your butt hitting the hard plastic chair.
“I’m not a loner.” She huffs, hand moving absentmindedly as she writes. “My news team is getting this week’s paper done, we usually get it done during lunch.”
You roll your eyes, having noted the empty space on her tray. “You work too hard.”
“Nope. If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.” She answers, her signature side smirk on her face. Sometimes, only sometimes, Nancy doesn’t really have a serious bone in her body.
You gesture to the cafeteria, opening your fruit cup. “So, tell me about your very categorized cafeteria.”
She laughs, pausing in the middle of the sentence she’s writing. “So. There’s the jocks/cheerleaders, the nerds, the band nerds, drama nerds, science nerds—"
“Those are different from the regular nerds?” You ask, eyebrow quirked.
“Yes.” She deadpans. “Those are the kids without a clique,” she points, a bunch of kids not interacting, shyly nibbling at their lunches. “And finally, where my brother sits. Hellfire.”
It felt dramatic, but the table definitely earned their last but not least position. They stand out from the crowd, not seeming to care about fitting in like everyone else so desperately does. From the looks of it, individually, none of them would fit in the crowd. As a group, they stick out like a sore thumb. They don’t even care.
Nancy seems to be speaking, but she fades into the background. While you tricked yourself into believing you were observing the table, it occurs to you your eyes are fixated on the head of it, your heart beating out of your chest as you stare at him.
Him.
“Who’s he?” You interrupt Nancy, watching as his long frizzy hair curtain over his face. You didn’t even know someone in real life could be this good looking, you were sure it was reserved for celebrities in magazines.
Nancy switches her glance back and forth between your slack jaw and wide eyes and him. “That’s Eddie Munson.” She answers, her voice calculated. “The dork that I complained about Mike copying, remember?”
Your tongue reaches out to lick your lips, staring at him distractedly. A hot feeling in the swell of your gut overwhelms your senses. “You described a wet-rat loser.”
Nancy huffs in abrupt laughter. “That’s cause he is!”
“Him?” You ask, this hot feeling starting to radiate. You notice it’s especially hot in your crotch, a sort of…want you’ve never felt before. You’ve never craved for anyone this badly.
Nancy laughs in disbelief, surprised to say the least that her sweet cousin is openly drooling over Eddie The Freak Munson of all people. “I can put in a good word, if you want.” She teases, smirking at the way your eyes widen in panic.
“No, no, please don’t.” You insist, your eyes finally flickering back to her.
“Fine, you can drool from afar.” She muses. “Oh, lunch’ll be over in a handful of minutes. What’s your next class?”
“History.” You answer, viewing your crumpled schedule. God, not another boring lecture.
Nancy bites her lip, something she’s clearly not willing to share with the class. You don’t ask, still trying to catch your breath.
She walks you across the school to the classroom littered with historical figures and maps. She salutes you, telling you she’ll see you in AP Calculus right after this one. The look on her face never leaves it, she’s always got a secret right under the surface, but this one seemed more entertaining than the rest.
When you enter the classroom, the teacher tells you there’s assigned seats in this one and lucky for you, there’s one seat left. She directs you to the far-left corner, signalling to the one on the right. You shyly ignore the looks on your new classmates faces, all of them observing the face of the new kid who started so late in the year.
New faces are always hard to ignore, it’s just human nature to stare. Still, your stage fright is present in the forefront of your mind.
Your teacher starts the lecture by introducing you as a new kid, offering a wave to everyone that turns their head to look at you. Why can’t teachers just learn to be normal?
Your head is turned down, leaning on your elbow as she starts to explain a concept you’ve already learned last year. Are they sure they put you in a grade 12 class? At least this will be easier than most. Suddenly the heavy door opens, and your heart stutters as the man who’s taken over your every thought stumbles into the room ten minutes late.
“Mr. Munson! How nice of you to join us!” She greets, her scowl indicating that it’s anything but.
“You are so welcome, Miss. Greyson.” Eddie answers, his voice dripping in a tenor tone that sends a shiver down your spine. Not a lick of sarcasm comes from him, answering as if she was genuine.
She sighs, closing her eyes in exasperation. “Just go have a seat.”
Something in you suddenly realizes that the only available seat is right next to yours. A thrill takes over you, biting your lip excitedly as he struts as if he has all the time in the world.
After a brief stint on the projector, Miss. Greyson instructs the class to open their textbooks and answer questions on the following pages. “You may work in pairs.” She answers the many raised hands, and the room is filled by the harsh sound of desks groaning against the floor.
You get up from your desk, leaning into the teacher as she gathers the laminated sheets she had just used for the lesson. “I don’t have a textbook, yet.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” She replies, dropping her pile to shuffle off to her desk. “I completely forgot, in all the excitement.” She hands you the textbook that looks about fifteen years old, the spine cracked to oblivion. She leans in as you grab it, an apologetic look on her face. “I’m sorry about the placement of your desk, just ignore him. There was no one I hated in this classroom enough to place next to him.”
You resist the urge to raise an eyebrow, perplexed at her open disdain for him. It reminded you of the tone of voice Nancy had over the phone, wondering if the whole school was really this open about it. “I’ll live.” You answer, and she winks like you two share a secret.
Your textbook lands harshly on the desk, opening it to the page indicated in white chalk written on the blackboard. God, the reading is four pages, and the questions are a paragraph each. This much reading on the downfall of Mycenae? A jarring noise to your left surprises you, looking up to face his desk come closer and closer.
He leans over, a smile on his face that sends a thrill right through you. “So, how come I’ve never seen you around?”
He talks low, you spend the time hoping he doesn’t notice the goosebumps that trails over your skin. “Uh, I just started today.” You beg yourself to seem normal, to look him in the eyes like a decent conversationalist. You can’t bring yourself to, no matter how hard you try. Somehow you know when you finally look in those eyes of his, you’ll be too mesmerized to look away.
The printed words on the page make no sense, just a blur of boring text in black and white.
He leans back in his chair; you can feel his eyes planted on you. “Ah, makes sense. I would’ve remembered seeing your pretty face around.”
Oh my god he just called me pretty. Surely, he’s lying? Being in his line of sight and being considered good looking enough to him for him to even glance at was never in your wildest imagination, picturing him glazing right over you. Just a bug on the windshield. You gulp, pretending to be infatuated with the page in front of you instead of the man next to you.
“You shy?” He asks. In the corner of your eye, you see him leaning onto his elbow, his eyes staring a hole in your head.
Finally, you tear your glance off the textbook and onto him. God were you right about his eyes. How can a pair of brown eyes be so captivating? They’re a perfect chocolate brown, his mouth in a lopsided expression that sucks the air out of your lungs. “A little.” You admit, distracted by the sound of his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk.
His limber fingers are dressed in chunky silver rings, the sight of his hands moving distractedly suddenly sends the heat you felt in your stomach earlier into a frenzy, the pull strong and overwhelming. “I can work with that.” A shy smile lands on your face, clenching your teeth as a method of resisting the urge to smile ear to ear. “Can I get a name?”
You tell him and hearing it from his lips is a vice and a half. “And you’re Eddie.” You say before he can introduce himself.
“So, my reputation precedes me.” He laughs, crossing his arms. “Or am I exactly like they said?”
You shrug. “Not exactly.”
His shoulders indicate a silent huff of laughter. “Care to expand on that?”
You shrug again. “You’re just…different.”
The look on his face indicates this answer isn’t good enough, but he doesn’t care to ask you to expand any further. As you work on your homework, finally settling your heartbeat and breathing rate, he writes in a notebook littered with graffiti. His left foot rests on the edge of his desk, the book resting on his thigh as he writes with the dull pencil.
He’s not doing any homework, but he’s at least letting you work on yours. The bell finally rings, dismissing you from your class and the room fills with chatter as everyone packs their bags. “You know where your next class is?”
You shake your head; having told Nancy you could work it out on your own. “Uh, no. It’s AP Calculus with Mr. Warner.”
“Mr. Warner.” He muses, his notebook in one hand and carrying a small metal tin. “Here, I’ll walk you.”
You pause, gulping as your bag rests on one shoulder. “You don’t have to do that.” You insist, suddenly realizing he’s about a whole head taller than you.
He smiles, his gaze making you feel…hot. “I didn’t ask, sweetheart.”
The way you gulp, your wide eyes darting back and forth between his, your teeth biting on your bottom lip nervously, Eddie was startled at the physical reaction and it was all going straight to his dick. The urge to shove his thumb between your pretty, plump lips is overwhelming, to say the least.
“Oh.” You answer, fingernails digging into the strap of your backpack. “Then lead the way.”
Eddie shakes his head, starting down the hallway to the other end of the school. As soon as he reaches the classroom, he turns around, leaning against the locker on his arm, neck hunching over you. Oh god, he’s gorgeous. “Will you let me take you out on a date, tonight?”
Every bone in your body wants to say yes, fingers just itching to reach out and touch his lithe hips. “My mom won’t let me go out on a Monday.”
So, that was not a No. “I would’ve asked for Friday, but I can’t wait that long.”
His admission drives you crazy, that heat ever present. Things like this just don’t happen. “Neither can I.” You admit, feeling scared of the rush that overwhelms you, yet scared of the idea of it never happening. You think quickly, biting your lip. “Think you can pick me up from my cousin’s house?”
He squints, crossing his arms as he leans against the locker. “Who’s your cousin?"
“Nancy Wheeler.”
His eyes bug out of the sockets, sighing in disbelief. “You’re cousins with Wheeler?” You nod, wondering if there’s any unspoken animosity between them. “I’ve dropped her kid brother off a few times, I know where she lives. You gonna tell your mom where you’re heading out for the night?”
You shake your head, sure he knows the answer, already.
Eddie huffs, hoping the crotch of his pants won’t give him away. “You ever snuck out before?”
“No.” You answer, looking up as the bell rings. “But I’m sure I can manage.”
You can’t place the expression on his face, somewhere between bewildered and amused.
For the record, it’s pure lust, having just met you and he’s already accidentally convincing you to sneak out for him. He wants you to, wondering if one day you’ll go so far to skip class to have fun with him under the bleachers.
His eyes leer down your body, watching as your skirt dances across your bare thighs while your feet can’t stay in place. He plays with his fingers absentmindedly, just barely resisting the urge to move them past the barrier and watch your face melt in pleasure.
“What time?” Eddie asks, eyes flickering up to your sweet face.
You think about it, knowing you’ll need time to grab at least a dress and get ready at the Wheelers’. “7:30.”
Eddie laughs, turning away from you and back down the hall to where you presumed his class was. “Pick you up at 7.”
“I-I said 7:30!”
“I’ll honk twice!” He answers, hand in his pocket like he didn’t just glue you into place.
The echo of his voice suddenly reminds you the halls are empty, only a few feet away from Mr. Warners classroom. You know more than anyone that AP Calculus students just aren’t late. Maybe he’ll give you grace on your first day.
You ignore the way every set of eyes switch to you, looking around the room for an empty seat. Luckily, Nance has saved one right next to you. “Hi, sorry. Couldn’t find it.”
“That’s alright, take this and have a seat right next to Miss.Wheeler, there.” He offers, gesturing to your cousin.
When the lecture ends and he assigns homework, she gets right to the point. “So, how was History?”
You sigh, rolling your eyes in exasperation. “You knew he’d be there.” You accuse, her grin affirming your assumption completely. “A warning would’ve been nice.”
“Not like you had to speak to him.” Nancy sighs, opening her textbook to the page indicated.
You stare at her pointedly, opening your book to a random page. “I sat next to him.”
Nancy instinctively knows something is up, seeing something was on your mind. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“You’ve barely given me a chance.” You comment sarcastically, looking over at her expectant face. “He…he asked me out.”
To say Nancy is surprised at this development would be simply, an understatement. “I’m sorry?”
You grin, finally letting that smile you’ve been hiding take over. “He’s picking me up at 7.”
“Like your mom will let you go out on a weekday.” She squints, knowing your mom’s tendencies to make you prioritize school over anything else.
“…which is why I need you to cover for me.” You hesitate, grinning shyly when she gives you a look of utter disbelief.
“Seriously?” You nod, pleading with her silently. “Fine. But you owe me big.”
You promise to make it up to her.
When the bell rings signifying the end of the day, your heart beats rapidly as the time for your date comes closer and closer. Nancy said she wouldn’t be able to help with your conundrum of the fact that you’ll need a dress and a way to get from your house to Nancy’s.
As you sit next to her while she writes a rough copy of an article wondering who you could possibly get to drive you. You might be shit out of luck. Like an angel, a freckled redhead appears out of nowhere. “Nance, is that the cousin?” She asks, sitting right across from you.
From the look on Nancy’s face, you’re unsure how close they actually are. “Yep.”
“Cool! I’m Robin, over-sharer, anxiety ridden, fast talker. Nice to meet ya.”
You take her extended hands, sort of hypnotized by her warm green eyes. “You too.”
“Hey, Steve busy?” Nancy asks, a million thoughts behind her head.
“Probably not.” Robin offers, getting up from the table. “Why?”
“Oh, she needs a ride.”
Robin eyes you, a smirk landing on her face. “I can convince him.” She side eyes, gesturing for you to follow.
You follow her around the school to the front where you face a handsome lanky dude sitting impatiently as he waits for his friend. When he turns the window down to ask who you are, you realize he’s not just handsome, he’s hot. God, you’ll have to reprimand Nancy for leaving that detail out. “What’s with the guest?”
“She’s Nance’s cousin. She needs a ride, would you mind?”
“What am I, a chauffeur?” Steve asks, face shifting into a deep scowl.
You stop Robin from responding, having an immediate comeback. “I had to listen to my cousin bitch about you for hours. Hours. I think I deserve a little compensation for my time, don’t you?”
Steve smirks, looking from under the hair falling into his face. “Whatever, get in.”
“Where you need a ride to?” He asks as you get into his backseat.
“My house.” You pause, hesitating to say the second location. “Then Nancy’s house.”
Steve squints suspiciously at you in his rear view. “Why two locations?”
“So my date can pick me up tonight.” You admit, glancing out the window shyly.
Robin turns in her seat, jaw dropping open. “Isn’t this your first day?”
You shrug, biting back a smile. “So?”
“Oh shit.” She glances to Steve and back to you. “Who? Do we know him?”
“Um, probably.”
“We know him.” Robin states.
“Turn here, third house on the left…” you tell him, getting out of his car as soon as it stops.
When you get inside your house, you explain to your mom you are way further behind on school than you thought you were and will need some time to get caught up. She asks how late you’ll be, and when you say midnight, she doesn’t even hesitate to let you go.
Thank god you don’t lie, because this should not be this easy. Your hands ruffle through the box of dresses by your bed, grabbing at a few you know look good on you. They’re stuffed into your backpack, cursing yourself for not unpacking your makeup earlier. Hopefully Nancy will be nice enough to lend you some. (You doubt it.)
You rush a love you out to your mom and back into Steve’s back seat, out of breath from running up and down the stairs so damn fast. God, the things you were doing for your goddamn date.
Nancy only lives down a few blocks from you, thus the easy carpool your moms figured out until you get your car. God, in Houston you could’ve just taken a METRORail, you didn’t need a damn car. You thank Steve profusely, thankful for his saving grace.
You would rather tell every member of Hawkins Senior class personally a fun fact about you than go out with Eddie in the same thing you wore to school. You’re shy, not pathetic.
“You don’t owe him anything if you tell us who asked you out.” She calls out of her open window, face full amusement. “C’mon!”
You wait as they pull forward, Steve shaking his head at his best friend’s shenanigans. “It’s Eddie Munson!” You shout, laughing as she shouts a what in utter disbelief.
You wave as they take off, thinking you and her could actually be great friends. She has the kind of spunk you look for in a friend, the same spunk you’ve witnessed in your cousin. A large part of you wonders why they’re not friends.
When your Aunt Karen wonders why she wasn’t alerted, you give the disclaimer you’re just there to catch up on the schoolwork. Your Uncle Ted insinuates Houston must be so far behind Hawkins, and you grit a smile in response, an indent on the tip of your tongue from your teeth. Most of your lessons from the school day you had learned last year, already earning top marks on those questions. The only class that was remotely hard was calculus.
It was borderline hilarious.
You run up the stairs, stomach in knots.                                                                         
Nancy is nice enough to let you use her makeup, grinning up at you with amusement as you ruffle through the dresses you so hurriedly packed. She gives a definite yes to a dress you knew stands out but worry at the way it just brushes against your thigh, and the neckline dives deeper than what you’re used to.
When it cascades down your body, the look in her stark green eyes tells you everything you need to know. This was the dress. Nancy is kind enough to do your hair, talking quietly with you as she curls your hair.
The half hour leading up to 7 has you lying on her bed, freaking out. She does the homework you’re supposed to be doing, answering your questions vaguely. She tries to make you feel better, grinning cheekily as she never imagined her sweet cousin going on date with Hawkin’s resident metal head.
When two honks occur down the street, you sit up starkly at the sound, biting your lip as you glance to her. “Go. I’ll distract my parents.”
She does, asking them for faux advice in the living room as you sneak past them to the front door, closing it with the most care you could muster. When you don’t hear any commotions, that gives you the go ahead to run down the street to the large van that sticks out, headlights on as it sits idly.
You peer up at him through the passenger window, waving as he unlocks it for you. The lopsided smile on his face starts that heat up again, like he turns on burners all over your body at will. The door shuts behind you, and you smile up at him shyly when he turns down the music.
“You look…wow.” He compliments you, watching the way your eyes look up at him, that beautiful shine.
You assess his outfit, a leather jacket worn with a graphic t-shirt and jeans with rips at the knee. He looked casual, but damn fine regardless. Him losing his metal accessories and devil-may-care look probably would’ve disappointed you, anyway. “So do you.” You offer back, taking in the way he looks as he starts his van and pulls out.
“Thanks.” He winks, turning at a traffic intersection. “So, there are several places we can go, the movies, Hal’s Diner, Benny’s Burgers, bowling alley, the Drive In, up to you, sweetheart.” He insists, driving his van around the small town.
The only thing you want at the current moment is to be in close quarters with him, with the need to kiss him crazy, a need you’ve experienced far too much this quickly. There’s only one thing that allows that. “Drive in.” You decide, the prospect of those same close quarters sending a thrill down your spine.
Eddie signals left, the drive-in location the opposite way from where he’s been driving. “Sounds good, love.”
Eddie doesn’t ignore the way you subtly avoid eye contact from him, shyly looking at your near bare thighs. By the way, were you trying to get a rise out of him with this wonderfully slinky dress you’re wearing? The moment you crawled into his van he was overthrown by your sweet perfume and the way your dress smooths over your gorgeous curves. It’s too hard, impossibly hard, to resist leaning in for your sweet scent, to nuzzle his nose in your neck. The idea that you don’t want to leave the intimacy of the van any more than he does is enough to bring the urge to readjust the crotch of his jeans.
By the time he pulls up into the far corner of the lot, turning on his radio so it connects with the movie mid-beginning credit scene, you take in the sparce parking lot, only a few vehicles spread apart sporadically. Well, you wanted intimate. You wanted close, now you've got it. His freshly showered self with the mix of his cologne just adding fuel to the ever-increasing fire.
This fire suddenly sends the need to squeeze your legs together, not completely understanding the feeling, but there’s an inkling. An instinct that on some level you know what it is, but no one ever warned you it could be this intense.
The first act of the movie is shared by you and Eddie laughing at the same jokes together, grabbing candy from his hands when he offers it. You sip on a straw in a glass coke bottle, if only to calm the nerves combined with heat that has completely overshadowed any sense you seem to have. Eddie leans back comfortably in his fabric covered seat, a hand landing on your bare thigh.
Oh, that turned up the heat several notches. It starts to become clearer that this heat is what can now be more clearly defined as a want. A want for…more of his hands, further up, him, close to you. Closer.
As your thighs tense and clench under his touch, Eddie can’t hold back any more like he planned. His other hand is tucked under your chin, lifting your big eyes to look up at his. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, your mouth parting as you look up at him with stars in your eyes. “Can I?”
Your eyebrows furrow, breath stuttering as you peer up at him. You nod your head, glancing at his shiny pink lips. Every inch of air is tugged from your lungs as he leans forward, lips open as he places them on yours.
Eddie had every intention of kissing you delicately, the way he knows you deserve to be kissed, gently and patiently. As soon as the whimper leaves your throat and vibrates into his mouth, he forgets his good intentions. The kiss turns dirty, fast, the pressure of his spread hand increasing in the best fucking way, making your body fold involuntarily towards him.
Just when you’re enjoying the feeling of his tongue against yours, mewling pathetically against his lips, Eddie starts to kiss down your throat. You sigh, leaning back as that heat finally gains a resolve. Oh, god you're horny. Is that what that is? No wonder teenage boys are such perverts.
The combination of teeth and tongue is everything you needed and more; every muscle feeling like jelly as his lips and hands work like magic over you. Eddie licks a strip up to your ear, a startled and blissful moan filling up the car. He skips right past the pleasantries, past any inclination that you were anything other than wild for eachother. “You ever touch yourself, sweetheart?”
Only God knows why, but the dirty sentence just makes you hungrier for him, more eager. However, the answer to that jarring question is an honest and stuttered, “No.”
 Eddie separates from you, giving you a look, you can’t quite place. “Wait, really?” You confirm it, breathing heavily, gasping as his eyes visibly darken. “So, you’ve never cum before?”
The sentence makes your eyes widen, gulping at that gorgeous face of his. You think you know what he means, but you still need clarification.
“Orgasm, princess. Have you ever had an orgasm?” He asks, a hand placed on your cheek as he watches your reaction.
Oh. That’s what you thought. That’s an absolute and definitive, “No.”
His fingers increase their pressure, a reflex of from his reaction. God, you’re more innocent than he even knew. The idea of even teaching you what it means to get off sends a swoop through his gut, picturing you looking at him with those wide eyes as he corrupts you.
God, does he want to corrupt you. He wants to corrupt every inch of you, turn you into someone who begs him to skip class so you can guzzle on his cock. The way you stare up at him waiting for a response, eyes glazed over as you wait for him to continue kissing you, as if you don’t even remember you’re at a drive in to begin with.
His cock has never hurt so much from the blood pulsing through it, probably an angry red at this point.
“Can I give you one?” He asks, thumb starting to rub on your bottom lip again.
“An-an orgasm?” You stutter, voice squeaking through the question. He’s gorgeous, the way he stares down at you, those same chocolate brown eyes making that heat pool. Despite the fear, the arousal is greater. “Uh, sure.”
He smirks, watching your eyes dart back and forth nervously. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” You confirm, pulling him for the kiss you so desperately crave. You weren’t sure how it happens, your hands having a damn mind of their own. Despite him pulling away, he slips back into the kiss easily, the hand on your thigh and hand on your face making you feel dizzy.
You’ve had kisses before, but you knew you were missing something in them. At last, you’ve found it, desperately clinging onto his kiss. God, he’s good at making you turn into mush, relaxing into his seats almost completely.
His hand inches up your thigh, waiting for you to protest. Your breath hitches as he gets closer and closer. “I'm gonna make you feel so good.” He promises, his hot breath turning you into a liquid. Finally, his hand lands on the cotton of your underwear, his strokes tugging mewls into his open mouth. “Shit, you’re soaked, baby. You even know how much you want me? Probably confusing, hmm?”
He puts pressure at the top, rubbing small circles and it feels like fire is set to your center, gasping as your concentration falls apart. His fingers feel good, in a way you didn’t think was possible. Words in your mind echo the thought of how damn good he feels, mouth attempting to tell him, but nothing comes out but wanton gasps.
Eddie watches you wither in his chair, legs opening for him. Sure, giving you an orgasm is a fierce turn on, but knowing you’ve never experienced any type of pleasure or want is sent straight to his cock. He remembers learning how good it felt to start rubbing his cock when it got hard, how often he started doing it when he realized it led to something.
All he wants to do is turn you into a pervert, one orgasm at a time.
That same warmth that’s made home in your gut starts to build, your thighs tensing up when it occurs to you what its building to. “Fuck.” You gasp, Eddie humming at the swear that leaves your lips. “Close, and I haven’t even really touched you, hmm?” He muses, lips starting to add a second sensation on your neck with his hot and wet tongue.
He pushes your underwear aside, fingers finally making direct contact with the wet slick of your folds. “Eddie.” You gasp. The skin on skin makes your head spin, clutching onto his leather jacket with desire. The pleasure jumps up thirty notches, that build reaching an all-time high. Nothing has ever felt better, never so fantastic. Again, now you understand why teenagers are such perverts.
“Let me see you cum, I can feel it coming, baby.” He whispers, licking his lips.
He slides a finger deep in you, the sudden intrusion alien but welcome. On the edge, you become even more completely desperate for him. How was his finger even better? How was that possible? The feat thrills you, happily and willingly giving into everything he gives you. “Damn. Baby. You look so fucking good, think you can cum for me?”
His fingers hook within you, and it pushes you over the edge you’ve been staring down, stars invading your vision, the heat you’ve felt everywhere, all at once. Your tight entrance pulses around his fingers, twitching, not aware of the loud, whiny moans that Eddie’s sure the concession stand less than twenty feet away can hear, but he’s proud of it, grinning maniacally at his hard work.
He guides you through it, thrusting his fingers as he watches you come apart under his touch. When you stop shaking, his hand rubs your pussy gently, admiring the slick that is now pooled down your thighs and even onto his chair. He smirks, catching your eye when they finally open to face him. “How’re you doing, love?”
You forget to be shy in your smile, grinning maniacally as you grab him, yanking him in for a hot, wet kiss. It’s even dirtier than before, attempting to show him how grateful you feel for his magical fingers. “That was…so…good.” You mumble, smiling wider when you can feel him do the same.
“Feels good, hmm?” He asks, his fingers still stroking you gently.
“Jesus.” You answer, thighs convulsing involuntarily.
Eddie chuckles, amused that it takes you cumming to cum out of your shell. “You’re pretty like this, you know?” You roll your eyes, and he can feel the dismissal of his compliment. “Can I eat you out, baby?” It shouldn’t be this embarrassing, but it is. You barely know any of this terminology, and he can feel you tense up below him, your once liquid limbs turning to steel. “You have no idea what that means, do you, baby?”
You shake your head, gulping in the embarrassment.
“That’s ok. Of course, I don’t mind helping you.” Eddie doesn’t mind. When he says that he’s under exaggerating, not showing an ounce of his true feelings. How much does it take for you to squirm under his dirty words? How much patience does he have before he begs you to let him shove his hardened cock down your throat. How long will it be until you’re riding him like a porn star? If he was even slightly sleezier, he’d bet on it with someone. “I’d make that pretty pussy feel even better with my tongue.”
Oh. That sounds miles better than anything your brain could’ve come up with. You bite your lip, staring up at him with pure want. “You’d do that?”
“If you’re willing to come into the back with me.” He muses, nodding his head to his elongated trunk. You turn your head, facing a fleece blanket placed on the floor of the van with a few pillows. Did he do this for you, or is it always this nice?
Eddie doesn’t think you can get any cuter, but when you nod excitedly, starting to crawl into the back before he can say anything, he’s proven dead wrong. He’s never been so happy to be wrong. As you crawl, he watches your ass, your underwear still pulled to the side as the shine on your folds is still visible in the light of the movie.
He smiles, crawling as soon as you land awkwardly on the floor of the van. You sit cross legged waiting for him, one spaghetti strap fallen off your shoulder as you bite your lip anxiously. It doesn’t help Eddie that the strap on your shoulder starts to reveal a breast, just peeking at the top of the nipple. He’s barely seen you, just at the tip of the iceberg of touching you, and he’s about to pop from the anticipation.
How are you doing this to him so easily?
Eddie leans in for a kiss, something as soft as he wanted to give you the moment he saw you sitting in the desk next to his, but his hormones got the worst of him. He kisses each bare shoulder, admiring the way you relax into it.  His long fingers reach to the already fallen strap, fingers brushing as he tugs it down further, fully exposing the partially exposed tit. Your heart races, loud, too loud, in your temple and you wonder if he can hear it.
Eddie can’t, as heartbeats are usually inaudible to the naked ear. He can hear, however, the way those sweet breaths get louder, faster, and even more utterly pathetic for him. Eddie feels a goal take over his mind like a parasite, one he welcomes with a bed made. He plans to make you moan and whine louder so that everyone within ten miles can hear how good you feel, what a good whore you are—he’s getting ahead of himself.
Right now, he focuses on making you feel comfortable, helping you become at ease so you will never be self-conscious with him, never afraid of being too loud, or too eager. He can’t imagine ever thinking otherwise with you. He thought he knew the definition of impossible, but now he knows he had no clue.
Every sensible, distinguishable thought has left your brain, too focused on how good his tongue and teeth feel as he expertly works on your beaded nipple. His brain is going a million miles per hour, yours left behind in the middle of a desert. His hand guides the other strap down your shoulder, fully exposing your chest, the soft material falling so it sits wrapped around your hips.
Teeth scrape against the curve of your breast, as if his tongue is attempting to taste every inch, every centimetre of it. One hand smoothing the skin just below them. Wet kisses trail down your torso, tongue dipping into your navel, the sweet swell of your stomach, his dull nails digging into your soft flesh, the pain adding to the beauty of the mixed sensations.
Your pussy is raging in fire, shouting for the same attention he had been so generous at providing. He feels your thighs tensing, attempting to provide friction for yourself where you need it the most. “Does it hurt, baby?” He asks, mouth now at the base of your neck. “Does that sweet pussy hurt for it?” You nod, rubbing your thighs like a damn cricket. “Oh, I know, I’ll make it all feel better, don’t you worry.”
He admires your face, the way your eyes are closed with the muscles beautifully crumpled up.
“Lie down for me, and I’ll eat that fucking pretty pussy.” Without hesitation, you lay down, shifting your body so you can lie comfortably on the floor of the van.
When you do, his hands tug at the fabric around your waist, not pulling it off you, just clutching it like a vice. They slink under it, fingers tight on the waistband on your panties as he pulls them down your legs. As they leave your feet, pulling them around your heels, Eddie stares at the drenched middle, fingers playing with the thick slick that had gathered. Eddie seems to have a talent for stealing the air from your lungs, doing so as you watch him taste them. “Taste so fucking good, sweets.” He makes a show of placing them into his back pocket, shooting a wink when you give him a questioning look.
He adjusts himself onto his forearms, both hands landing on the top of your thighs as his head dives in between them. Your thigh muscles tense in his hold, begging him for mercy, any kind. “Eddie…please…I need…I need—”
He chuckles, bending over your wanton body. “I love how you say my name, but I’m gonna make you scream it.” He mutters, the scent of your arousal making his vision fizzle.
Finally, finally, his tongue touches you, relishing in the immediate whine that leaves your lips. He hums against you, enjoying the way your legs move restlessly. The first touches are so delicate, your heels digging in his (still) clothed back and grinding your hips to force more contact. “That’s a girl, take what you want from me.” He praises you, hand stroking your thigh gently.
The simple instruction drives your hips to grind more, Eddie’s tongue licking up your slick folds harder in response. At this point, fire isn’t a hot enough word to describe the heat in your pussy. Eddie starts to focus on your clit, his ears suddenly muffled by your thighs abruptly closing on his head. He starts a rhythm, switching back and forth, listening to how your sweet whines answer him.
Any thoughts occurring in your head are long gone, all out of your mouth before your brain even knows you’re thinking it. You wonder how you didn’t think of this, ‘how the first thing you thought when you saw Eddie not how good he would look between your legs’?
Answer: the best thing you’ve ever seen in your life. (Spoiler, there will be better things.)
Eddie is more than happy to play with you, to listen how you react to every touch he provides. So far, his favourite sound is when his tongue enters your sopping hole, fucking it gloriously. It was the first truly uninhibited sound he managed to pull from you. Every decision he made for you was purposeful, doing his damn best to send you over the edge again. He wonders how willing he is to put off his own pleasure for the sake of yours.
Honestly, to hear you come apart repeatedly is 1000% worth it to him, even if he has to rut against the floor of the van.
“Cl-close, Eddie.” You tell him, that sudden ending sneaking up on you. “So, so, so, so, good!”
Eddie takes your admission with pride, and as the stars invade your vision, your every limb tensing as you cum, he keeps going.
In your post orgasm haze, the over sensitivity of your pussy is overwhelming. However, his continuing and relentless mouth feels so good you relish in it, absolutely sure your legs will be sore from the constant convulsing. You whimper through a hushed and delayed swear, your hands weaving through his curls and tugging on his scalp.
His thumb meets your clit, rubbing feverishly and driving another orgasm out of you faster than you ever expected. His name is music to his ears as you shout it when the orgasm takes over you. “Fuck, Eddie, mouth feels…ah!”
His brown eyes open, nose nuzzling your clit as he stares at you through those darkened eyes. His tongue licks a long stripe, chin resting the mound of your pubic bone. “Think you can handle a few more?”
Your chest heaves, struggling to catch your breath as you lift your head up to face him.  Your head feels like a weight, too heavy on your neck. Your mouth opens to answer him, but the weight of your head wins, landing back on the van.
Eddie works your clit again, watching your breasts move up and down as you struggle to catch your breath. “Maybe not that many more, hmm? Maybe just one?” …if he’s strong enough to hold back from giving you two.
Stopping at this point would give you a break you need, but at the same time you can’t bear to, Eddie’s tongue acting as a siren’s song. You’re hypnotized by him. “More, please. Please keep going.”
“I love hearing your voice beg for me. Your whimpers are the best thing I’ve ever heard in my life, sweets.”
Eddie dives in again, your choked whimpers telling any near neighbors that you simply don’t remember they exist. They’re not important enough to care about anymore.
As much as you are sensitive to every single touch, even over-stimulated, you welcome the next three orgasms he gives you. At the end of your third, or sixth, orgasm, Eddie rests his chin on your mound again, staring up at you as you recollect yourself. He’s patient, watching the light making its way back into your eyes.
Eddie nearly asks you a question, when your hand reaches out to grab him by his leather collar. He lets out a yelp of surprise, his fully clothed form an odd juxtaposition against your completely naked one. Well, save for the dress still on your waist. Your lips meet, tongues gliding against each other beautifully, and you taste yourself in his mouth. Even with your brain as foggy as it is, your body feeling as weak as it does, the number one thing you can focus on is getting those clothes off him.
Your hands fidget on the harsh leather collar, forcing it off his back. “Take it off,” you tell him, Eddie grinning cheekily in response. As soon as his jacket is off, you feel the graphic shirt start to come off with it. The reveal of his patched treasure trail, his bare skin against yours a marvel of sensations. You become impatient, attempting to hurry the process of taking his shirt off.
A symphony of laughter leaves his lips as his shirt finally is tossed off to the side, watching your eyes marvel at his tattoo littered chest. Your tits pressed against him pulls a groan from his lips, a sound that drives your legs to tug his tented jeans down against your bare pussy. If you thought his tongue felt good, it’s nothing compared to his hips against yours.
His voice is strained, dripping in husk. “Sh-shit, doll. I-I need you. Need to feel that virgin pussy wrapped around my cock. Need it so bad, please.”
Eddie begging like this being such a turn on is a surprise, to say the least. And from the pleasure he gave you, you’re willing him to do whatever he wants to you.
Whatever. He wants.
“Really? You want me?” You ask, whining as he ruts again.
“Desperately.”
Your hand moves down to the button of his jeans, undoing it with shaky hands and even shakier breathing. “You gonna take my virginity, Eddie?”
Somehow you knew this would make him crazy. You enjoyed it, enjoyed the crazy, adored his moan in approval. “I’m gonna take you, baby.” He grunts, starting to move his jeans down his ass, legs, taking his briefs with them.
He’s quick about it, tongue against your skin as he grabs the dress around your waist and slowly drags it down your legs, tongue dragging down along with it. Slyly, he holds a condom from his pants pockets between two fingers. “You ready?”
You bite your lip, making the bottom lip swell from the constant fidgeting. “I’m on birth control…” you admit, only on it to regulate a heavy flow.
He makes a show of tossing the condom over his shoulder, grinning at his crazy eyes. “Well, shit, darling.” He leans in, feeling the size of him as it brushes against your hip. He’s big, right? “Before I enter that pussy, I need you to do me a favour.”
“Hmm?” You ask, the only thing in your mind is how good his bulge felt when it rutted up against your heat. If that felt that good? Sex with Eddie…your mind goes dizzy from the need.
Eddie takes your hand resting by your head, wrapping it around his hardened length. The moan that leaves his lips is deep and rough. Your unsure fingers allow him to assist you, getting a hold of the rhythm. When you do, he lets you take over, face falling in your neck when your grip tightens. “Okay, I can’t take it any longer.” He whispers, gentle, goosebumps erupting in their wake. “Here, help me, will you?”
You don’t ask, only because you don’t have the chance to, when his hips help you brush the head of his cock against your wet entrance. You tease the two of you simultaneously, brushing it numerous times, both of you gasping in harmony. “Oh, you little tease.”
His hand replaces yours, whining as the head finally, finally brushes into your entrance. “Eddie.” You whisper, clinging onto him desperately. “S-so, so, so full.”
“Yeah?” He asks, both winded by the feel of you and by the blissed look on your face. Maybe if he kisses the middle of your eyebrow enough, he can settle every wrinkle you demonstrate from the pain beautifully mixed with pleasure. “Look at you, so drunk on it, did you ever think a cock could make you feel this good? Ever think how much you could want to be fucked so desperately?”
You shake your head, drunk on his words, drunk on his cock. “More, please.”
“Think you can take it?”
You whine impatiently, legs attempting to pull him in harder. “Eddie.”
He smiles as you fall into his trap, pushing in more than he knows he should. He can’t help it, the smile that takes over your face is the perfect reward. “I thought you were shy?”
You roll your eyes, knowing when someone is this close to you, has seen this much of you, there is barely any time to be shy. “Shut up.”
He listens, kissing you deeply as his hips start to move. Your hand weaves itself into his hair, whimpering into his ear as he hits, deeper, harder.
You can’t fully understand the sounds coming out of his mouth, the once coherent, cocky sentences turn into mumbled groans, and it’s refreshing to know he seems to want you as you did him, craved for you the same way. A string of words on repeat come from your mouth, just his name.
The only thing you seem to be able to think of is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, EddieEddieEddieEddie…
“God, your tight pussy, I’m gonna cum soon…” At least, that’s what you think he says. “Gonna fill you up…” You tighten around him, enjoying the prospect of it. “Gonna see it dripping out of you.”
He doesn’t know how it’s possible you tighten around him more.
“God, you take me so well, it’s like you were made for me, made for my cock.”
Head? Empty. Cunt? Full.
Him? Perfect.
“Fill me up, please.”
“Listen to those dirty little words, gonna turn you into a filthy whore.” He whispers, whining together with you in bliss as his hips rut a final, harsh, jagged time.
Time seems to be endless, as he whispers in your ear, hands on his broad back when he settles, keeping his cock warm. Time is so endless; you don’t even notice the movie turning off and the subtle turnover of engines and wheels driving off past the van.
It takes a poor teenage employee to knock on the van doors, politely asking if you could leave because the drive-in is closed, and they need to lock the gate.
To say the way you avoid their eyes after hurriedly putting your dress back on turns Eddie on would be an understatement.
To say when you waltz with him hand in hand down the hallways the next day turns into a sideshow, would be an even bigger understatement.
You sit on his lap during lunch, curious to the reaction of the other boys sitting with him. When Eddie slips his hand under your skirt and plays with your clothed cunt, he knows he’s just starting to corrupt you as you attempt to seem normal.
He’s just getting started.
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honesty: the music video
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 2.3k summary: after a long day on set, you can't wait to get it on with your costar.
content warnings: 18+, minors dni: mature themes, literally smut with a minor plot, established relationship, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, praise kink, dom-ish eddie, adult language, heavy use of pet names, mentions of aftercare — if i missed anything in this chapter, pls let me know!
celebrity skin. masterlist <- part of this lil' universe, but can totally be read as a stand-alone. timeline wise, this takes place somewhere after part 3 and before end part 5.
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“We want it to be sexy.”
“But not too sexy.”
“Revealing.”
“But not too revealing.”
“Sounds like you guys don’t know what you want,” Eddie chimes in, interrupting the back and forth of your respective teams.
You stifle a giggle.
“That’s ‘cause of the two distinct styles,” someone from your team clarifies, “We wanna be respectful.”
“For sure,” one of the creatives on the Corroded Coffin side agrees. There’s a short pause. “We will have you two kiss at the end, though.”
At that, Eddie smirks. He looks at you from across the table and you could just about melt right there, blood rushing to your face, warming your cheeks.
“That won’t be a problem,” he says confidently and winks.
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Honesty was a guaranteed hit. Top of the charts. Everybody that’s been so far involved in the project said it. They praised it. From the bass, drums, to the guitar and vocals. The production value was off the scale. A dream arrangement that would stand the test of time.
All the song needed was a music video equally as captivating.
A back and forth discourse began shortly after you first started recording with the band: whose style should the clip resemble more?
Corroded Coffin screamed all things dark, maybe a little gory. Their usual expression featured slightly melancholy undertones and a lot of references to all things Dungeons & Dragons. Imaginative, for sure. An artistry that had rarely been seen in the genre. 
Although it’s been an artistry vastly different from yours. 
The glitter hadn’t necessarily been your idea, but it certainly became a signature of sorts. Anything sparkly, always. And music videos that told a story. Most often one of love since that’s what you idolised ever since you were a kid — it obviously helped that love also sold millions of copies.
Eddie’s team argued that it’s the band’s song and you’re just a feature, therefore the accompanying video should lean into their style. Your management team was hesitant to agree. Calculating risk in case the lines get blurred a little too much and your pristine image shifts to the opposite end of the spectrum. Hours of arguments. Hours of negotiations. None of which you, or the rockstar were even mildly aware of. Too lost in each other's eyes and soft cotton sheets. 
Eventually, a compromise, of sorts, was found.
Ernest Hemingway’s The Killers influenced, in part, a 1946 film noir of the same title, with Ava Gardner and Burt Lancaster taking the lead. The movie, in turn, inspired the black and white music video.
Done up in flair of the characters, Kitty Collins and Ole Anderson (aka Swede), you recreated iconic scenes alongside the brown-eyed rockstar. The rest of the band was also dressed to the nines. Side characters that played their instruments in the background of main shots. They blended in well, while adding a unique spin to the known story. 
Overall, the Honesty shoot quickly became a big spectacle. Bigger than anything Eddie Munson and his band of closest friends has ever been lucky enough to be a part of.
Intricate sets. Glamourous. In front of cameras and bright lights, you and your scene partner, Eddie, mouthed along the lyrics to the song as if they were a script. And with every scene, as if the two of you were the only people actually there, no equipment and no crew, you got lost a tiny bit. Lost in the chocolate of the rockstar’s wide gaze. In the way he smelled. The style of that decade suited the brunette greatly, so you became lost in how he looked in this character. Dapper. Unlike you’ve ever witnessed him before. He committed to the role too. A certain swag in his movements. How he touched you so hesitantly, delicately because that’s what the video required.
By the end of the night, after the director yells, “Cut!” to signalise a wrap, a round of applause for all involved in this project, you’re feeling hot and bothered. Sweaty, though not because you just completed a full day’s work. No. Somehow, you found the Corroded Coffin frontman even more attractive than at the start of that day — something you didn’t think was possible. When you glance in his direction, he’s already staring you down, and you know he feels the same way.
Backstage, inside your trailer, you’re sitting cross-legged on the couch. Fingertips at your lips as you wait for that inevitable knock on your door. You know it’s only a matter of time considering the build up of tension throughout the shoot. From the lingering touches and that kiss the director had you two repeat over and over and over…
Logically, you could wait until the two of you were home. Back at Eddie’s Hidden Hills mansion, away from prying eyes and ears. In a bed that’s become all too familiar. Far from possible interruptions. Logic however, well, right now, logic was taking a back burner ‘cause you needed him now. Desperately. And without a doubt, Eddie needed you too.
A knock. Then again. But the rockstar doesn’t wait for you to answer. He lets himself in. 
“What happened to the wig?” You ask, raising a brow.
“It was itchy,” he replies with a slight laugh, then shakes his head. “I much prefer my natural locks.” 
“That’s too bad,” you say with a slight shrug, “You looked quite smart with that short hair.”
Eddie hangs his head with a smile, though his eyes don’t leave yours. Not even for a second. That’s when you notice the glimmer. That look, the reason he’s here, just like you predicted. So you return the expression. Only yours is a little more sly. Tempting him. Teasing. 
“I had fun today.”.
“Me too.”
There’s a lot that happens in the seconds after you stand up. A lot that happens quickly. 
Eddie reaches for your wrist, pulling you closer before wrapping his, for once, ringless hand around yours completely. He presses it to the middle of his chest, holding it against his heart. You can feel it beating and that’s enough to make you melt ‘cause it’s strong and you swear it skips at the contact. His other hand reaches for the base of your throat. He holds it gently, caressing upwards until he’s gripping your jaw. 
“Kissing you in front of all those other people kinda got me going,” he admits in a low tone.
Naughty, that’s what you want to say, but you don’t get the chance ‘cause his lips crash into yours. Hungry. Desperate. Rough. Heat rushes through your body at the sudden contact, no different than any other time his mouth found yours. You’re at his mercy, always, and he knows it well. 
His tongue glides along your top lip and you part your lips to accept him without hesitation. He wastes no time sliding into your mouth, letting this tongue work in tandem with yours as he tilts his head to further deepen the kiss. The hand holding yours lets go, instead finding home on the small of your back, pushing you as close to him as humanly possible. His other hand lets go of your jaw, albeit not completely. Ghosting along the side of your neck before you feel him wrap it around your throat, squeezing lightly. It’s nothing new for Eddie to be a little rougher with you, but there’s something about this moment, after a full day of moderate teasing and borderline foreplay, that causes a moan to burst through you when he squeezes again, only harder.
The rockstar pulls back, sporting a devilish grin. “Making such pretty noises for me and we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”
“Do your worst, Eds.” It’s a dare. Nothing sweet about it.
He smirks at the challenge and before you can register what exactly is happening, Eddie is lifting you up swiftly, hiking up your dress in the process, only to drop you down onto the sofa with a gentle thud. You’re wide-eyed as he unbuckles his belt with one hand, the other tugging at the pantyhose the wardrobe lady had you wear for the last scene of the video. He partially rips them off of you, then he hikes his index finger along the band of your underwear, eagerly pulling them down your legs until they’re wrapped around your ankles, with the reminisce of your stockings.
“The heels stay on,” the rockstar instructs, pushing your legs apart with force and positioning himself in between. All you can do is nod. Half-naked, half in costume. Same as him.
In the space of a heartbeat, his lips are on yours again. This time they don’t stay for long, instead moving downwards towards your chest. When he squeezes your breast through the silk material of your dress, he compliments how fucking good you looked, “I wanted to ravish you the second I saw you, baby.”
You whimper at his words, and at the fact that his now freed cock is gently brushing against your wet folds. Not quite breaching, just teasing you further. Only adding to the overall stimulation. 
“God, you’re so fucking hot. So fucking pretty. And all mine.” Eddie’s breathing into your bare chest ‘cause somehow in the moment your dress has slipped down ever so slightly and your tits made an appearance. Fingers from one hand are digging into your hip, holding you in place, while the other has you by the ribs. Thumb brushing your soft skin while his hot mouth is sucking on your hardened nipple.
Your eyes are closed. You’re not sure when you closed them. He’s invading your senses all at once. Just when you feel like you can’t take it anymore, when you want to whither and plead for him to touch you where you need him most, Eddie plunges himself into you without warning and your eyes snap open. 
“Oh God…” he groans, drawing his hips back only to slam them in again, making your body bounce against him. “Fuck, baby. Jesus.”
You sob in pleasure as Eddie knocks the wind out of you with each relentless thrust, still increasing his speed. Heavy panting and grunting fills the trailer, along with the sounds of where his cock slams against your sweet juices. He’s sitting straight now. Eyes are fixated on the mess you’re both making, where his length disappears in and out of you, while you admire the way his locks fall naturally in place. Although briefly, ‘cause you’re arching your back the next second, rolling your eyes to the back of your head when he hits that sweet spot.
“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He growls. “You’re so fucking pretty when you’re all stretched open like this, sweetheart. Your pussy was made for my cock, baby. You take it so well. You take this big dick so well, my good girl. Fucking made for me. Ain’t that right, dollface?”
“Made for you, Eds.” You just about whisper back, nodding your head feverishly.
Slap. His hand makes contact with your thigh and you practically wail. “That’s right,” he praises, “Made for me. So fucking tight for me.” Slap. Slap. Slap. 
Eddie’s cock starts to swell. You can feel it expand inside of you, then again when he thrusts back in. It has you heaving. The speed he’s established is close to becoming a little too much for the two of you and he drops his weight slightly, allowing you to wrap your arms around him, nails digging into his bare back. He can sense that you too are close and he’s trying hard to hold back, make this moment last longer, but his body refuses to slow down. Chasing the way your glistening pussy chokes his length. 
“Where do you want me baby?”
“Inside,” you croak out. “Cum in me, Eddie. Please. I need you to fill me up.”
“M’mph—” He chokes out, movements growing more and more erratic. The whole trailer is shaking at this point, that’s what it feels like to the two of you anyway. “Everybody out there will know what a good little slut you are. Not that innocent. Wanting me to fill you full of my cum, fuck.” 
Slap. Slap. Against your thigh. 
“Please, Eddie.”��
Slap.
“Shh… I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.” He coos, “Gonna pump you full. Gonna make you see stars while my cum drips out of you.”
That’s when you shatter around him, uncontrollable desperate squeals making him groan louder as he continues. It’s sloppy, messy, and once you’ve completely unravelled underneath him, the rockstar can’t contain himself any longer. He lets out a broken moan as ropes and ropes of his warm spend start to throb into your hole.
His body gives up at the last spur and he drops flat on top of you, although not without a loose kiss placed to your jaw. His cock remains inside of your pussy. You can feel it pulsing until, after a few minutes, it no longer matches the beat of your heart.
Eddie lifts himself then. He kisses you softly and you smile against his mouth. When he eventually slips out and stands, he tells you not to move, that he’ll grab a towel from the small trailer bathroom and will help you get cleaned up.
“Wardrobe is going to kill us,” you call after him, balancing on your elbows as you sit up slowly. “Pretty sure these clothes can never be worn again. Purely for the fact that they reek of sex.”
“At least your wig stayed in place,” Eddie points out lightheartedly when he returns, his pants once again buckled, a towel in his hand. “That’s something the hair and makeup team should be proud of.”
“I’ll be sure to tell them,” you say, meaning it as a joke ‘cause there’s no way you would ever admit to what sins the two of you just committed.
Eddie smirks. “Pretty sure they already know,” he says as if it’s no big deal, “We weren’t exactly quiet, sweetheart.”
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puzzlekinq · 1 year ago
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pls write anything for edward ily
using this as an excuse to post horny eddie headcanons >:3 (i love you too!!)
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edward nashton x gn reader nsfw headcanons
amab reader inclusive !!
cw: pegging, power dynamics, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, jealousy, possessive behavior.
♡ okay first off. its 3 inches soft, 5 inches hard, pink tip, very thick. stretches you out very nicely.
♡ frequently jerks off. (insert paul dano chronic masturbater image) he has to beat his meat at least a couple times a day. plus i think he'd wake up with morning wood constantly. he has to crank one out as quick as he can if he doesnt want to be late for work, or else hes going in public with a hard on. (he's done it before and it was agony. its your fault he was hard. what have you done)
♡ he would never tell a single soul what kind of porn he watches. but i will, because im the one writing this post
♡ hes embarrassed about how much he enjoys the idea of you pegging him if ya dont have the necessary bits. the first video he watched of someone absolutely railing a guys ass, he got so painfully hard in an instant. ended up not being able to keep himself quiet as he furiously stroked his throbbing dick while he clamped his hand over his mouth for some sort of noise control.
♡ the first time he tried to fuck his own ass was a challenge. yes, his fingers sufficed, they were long enough to reach the right spot, but he didnt know lube was necessary (inexperienced virgin moment) so he just stuck them in dry, and that along with the pain of stretching himself open made for an unpleasant insertion. but he eventually got the hang of it and shot a massive load all over his stomach in like three minutes.
♡ huge praise kink. i'd say he has more of a thing for being praised than degraded, although he likes both. nobody has said a kind word to him in his life, rarely even a simple "thank you". he needs you to tell him hes good, that hes doing so well taking your strap, devouring your cunt, sucking your cock- anything. he just wants to hear that hes doing a good job, and that someone thinks positively of him for once, in a non-sexual context as well.
♡ but he also enjoys when youre a little mean to him in the bedroom, of course. he fucking loves being manhandled, choked, slapped, spit on, or having his dick or ass used just for your pleasure.
♡ LOVES EATING PUSSY!!!! the taste, the smell, the slick and cum all over his face while he grinds against the mattress, getting off to your moans- its all so incredibly hot to him. he'll literally beg to eat you out.
♡ loves sucking dick too!!! he loves taking your cock as far down his throat as he can, usually ending up gagging on it, but hes trying his best. and you know, practice makes perfect, and god, does he love practicing on you. your groans as you push his head down further onto your dick is enough to make him cream his pants. loves when you cum all over his face!!!! he prefers tasting you though.
♡ will cum too fast if he doesnt control himself, and thats why he'll edge himself for as long as you need. the overstimulation from edging feels so fucking good to him, so he really doesnt mind at all if chasing your orgasm takes a while. he gets so drunk off fucking you, he could spend the entire day rutting into your slick warmth.
♡ he can simulate that fantasy by letting you cockwarm him all night, or while hes doing paperwork, or just when youre cuddling on the couch. he cant get enough of being inside of you, he always wants more.
♡ sometimes he'll have to pull out of you and squeeze the base of his cock while he takes slow breaths to stop himself from cumming, his bottom lip crushed painfully between his teeth as sweat drips from his forehead, eyes squeezed shut while he lets out several high pitched whimpers at every exhale. its a pretty sight.
♡ hes veryyy vocal. even if he tried to be quiet he cannot shut up to save his life. has to at least whisper frantic, slurred praises into your ear about how good you feel, how beautiful/handsome/amazing you are, and how you take his cock so well like your holes were made to fit him inside of you, like a puzzle piece- his way of putting it into words.
♡ you were the missing piece in his life for so long, being inside of you is the closest he'll ever get to becoming one with a devine being such as you. he truly does worship you.
♡ hes even louder when hes close, rambling about how bad he wants to fill your tight little hole with his cum, and how good you feel milking his cock.
♡ he loves to edge you as much as he does to himself. your desperate pleads and whines for release, the release that is in his power to take away from you, gives him a blissful feeling of control. he'll make you beg for him to keep fucking you with his fingers, stroking your dick- whatever it would be, he wants to hear you cry for him. he thinks youre so lovely when you cry.
♡ he can be mean about it too. sometimes he'll listen and keep pleasuring you, but goes agonizingly slow, just to hear you beg for it harder, faster, just to make your pretty eyes gloss over with tears. he'll just giggle at you looking so pathetic under him, the knowledge of the state you're in being because of what hes doing to you gets him so excited.
♡ wipes away your tears with his thumb while mockingly cooing about how he knows it hurts, but youre just not asking nice enough.
♡ it honestly just gives him a major power trip. he's like this more often when he's in his riddler getup. you know, the thing about being his true self under the mask, no shame, no limits, blah blah.
♡ not to say he cant be submissive when hes the riddler. because you can totally make him drop the scary, dominant act in like 2 seconds. hes not as tough as he feels in the costume.
♡ but if you let him indulge in his heightened ego he'll make sure you cant even stand up for a couple hours. he got too sillygoofy (wrecked ur guts with his dick) sorry
♡ he's so easy to turn on. it's he really just you being you that gets him so worked up. woke up to your sleepy, angelic self cuddled up next to him? horny. you gave him a hug that lingered for too long? horny. youre wearing his jacket that looks adorably big on you? MEGA HORNY.
♡ he just likes when you wear his clothes in general. he'll take any opportunity he can to offer you his clothes. he thinks you look really cute and hot in them and it gets him all flustered.
♡ he cant pick between chest, ass, or thighs. all of them are so good to him. his head between your thighs, or shoved in your chest with his tongue lapping at your nipples, or having his palm full of the plush flesh of your ass while he fucks you from behind- its all so heavenly to him.
♡ hes a tummy guy too. if you have a chubbier tummy he'll go SO nuts over it. he needs to squeeze your love handles or he'll die. he loves tummy rolls too!! he is GOING to drool over your body no matter what size or shape you are.
♡ speaking of your tummy, he likes having his hand on your stomach while he fucks you. its like a reminder of how deep inside of you he is. he loves having you full of him.
♡ loves the idea of breeding you and getting you pregnant, but if you cant, having you full of his cum is still his way of reassuring himself that you belong to him.
♡ hes very possessive when it comes to you. youre the one good thing hes ever had, and hes not letting you go. ever. and he lets you know that with the way he repeats the word "mine" like a mantra against your love bite covered neck.
♡ he gets extremely jealous easily, and the best way to make him feel better is to let him bury himself inside of you and mark up your body to alleviate his insecurities. he'll leave bruises and hickeys in very noticeable spots, and be like "oops, sorry 🥺" but hes absolutely not. he did it on purpose as his way of telling all of gotham "fuck you, theyre mine."
oki doki im gonna stop there or this post is gonna be way too long . i have lots of Thoughts about this guy bfgdudhdh i hope this is like. good. or decent
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fairyysoup · 6 months ago
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to hell and back
matters of taste part III (repost)
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pairing(s): steve harrington x fem!reader x eddie munson
summary: Having learned of the upside-down and the creatures therein, you, Eddie, and Steve have to cover up the damage to the bakery before the boss finds out.
chapter warnings: smut, threesome - M/M/F, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), handjobs, ball play, cum play, spit kink, daddy kink, praise, overstimulation, mentions of a creepy manager being creepy, mentions of violence toward said creepy manager, like one tiny vine reference if you squint, not edited (we die like the demobat)
ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ MDNI
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You should probably have figured that between Steve and Eddie, they had some weird shit going on. 
To be fair, you wouldn’t have figured that the weird shit involved extradimensional faceless monsters that eat people, but alas. 
The air in the bakery feels… strange. You could cut the tension with a knife, and it’s too quiet even with Benny Goodman playing on the PA. You’re staring at the crispy carcass of the- what had Steve called it? Demobat- but your heart rate has long since slowed down again, because Steve is cradling you in his lap on the floor. 
He’d insisted on holding you, actually, as he told you (in quite a meandering way that you had to pick apart in places) everything about… well, everything. And as much as you have trouble believing in an alternate hellscape dimension that looks exactly like Hawkins and lives under the floor, or something, you have trouble refuting it now. You’re staring at it, right in front of you. 
Steve squeezes your hand in his and holds it tightly to his chest so that you can feel his heartbeat. Maybe that’s what helped you to calm down so quickly- your head lays on his shoulder, and each time you breathe the scent of his cologne fills your lungs. Cinnamon, clove, patchouli and rose; it’s lulling you without you even realizing it. He rocks you side to side, his arm around your back holding you to him like an anchor. 
You might be a little bit in love with him now. It’s okay.
“So that’s, like-” Steve doesn’t let you release his hand, so you just sort of flex your fingers toward the pulsing mass that’s grown on the wall of the pastry case- “that’s a portal to hell?”
“Um.” Steve tilts his head toward you. “Yeah, I guess… if you wanna look at it that way.”
“Okay.”
It’s quiet for a moment. You can feel Steve frowning, but he doesn’t elaborate on it anymore. He doesn’t need to, his crash course on it had taken him twenty minutes beginning to end.
There’s another reason for Steve’s silence, though. He’s always fallen really easily for people, which is why he made a science out of hiding his feelings. With Eddie, it was really simple. Not painless- there was a lot of pain, actually. He almost didn’t believe it when Eddie showed up at his place, after waking up alone in the upside down and finding his way out. Steve didn’t get attacked nearly as bad as he did. He remembers, clear as day, opening the door and coming face to face with a blood-soaked Eddie, pale as hell and nearly collapsing into his arms. Steve had no idea how Eddie had known his address, but he hasn’t questioned it much. Gift horses and mouths and such.
And his parents, well. They’re never home, so they wouldn’t notice if he had Eddie Munson shacking up in his bedroom while he recovered from getting almost eaten alive by demonic bats. He imagines that he felt a little bit like how Mike Wheeler must have felt when he was hiding El in his basement. 
He was no stranger to the idea of liking guys; after becoming closer friends with Robin, he’d been thinking about it enough that he’d come to a sort of tentative conclusion on his sexuality. He had always thought Eddie was kind of a pretty guy, too, with his long hair and big eyes and full lips. (Hours he could spend thinking about Eddie’s lips, but that doesn’t really matter.) And then Eddie had to go and pull Steve close to him while he slept, and Steve can pinpoint the exact moment that he determined that he liked Eddie- really really liked him. Because Eddie kissed his shoulder in his sleep. 
See, Steve knows his own emotions. He knows when something is just a whim and when something is here to stay. He’s having a bit of a silent crisis over your shoulder now, since thinks what he’s feeling for you is here to stay. Because it feels a lot like that kiss Eddie laid on his shoulder. 
And he’s scared as hell, because the same thing that happened to Eddie could have just happened to you, if he hadn’t been there. 
“You’re taking this really well,” he murmurs into your hair after a moment, sounding a lot calmer than he really is on the inside. You feel him kiss the top of your head. “S’weird.”
“Well I can’t even say that you guys, like, hid it from me,” you tell him, chewing on your lip. “It’s not Dungeons and Dragons, but… I mean, you could have told me straight that the KGB agents and the bats were real and that you weren’t joking, and I still probably wouldn’t have believed you.”
“I didn’t expect you to believe it,” he mumbles. “I just… you don’t seem freaked out. Very much.”
“I blew all my energy fucking you and then screaming at the bat,” you say drily. 
He chuckles, nuzzling the top of your head. “It was a really good scream. You totally threw him off, I could tell.”
“Wh- shut up.” You bury your face in his neck, feeling his chest shake with laughter. “You were pretty sexy waving that rolling pin around, stud.”
“It’s all in the wrists.” To emphasize his point, he lifts his wrist and rolls his hand back and forth before he checks the time on his watch. “Eddie should be here soon.”
You hum quietly. He’d called Eddie just seconds after your fight with the bat. You didn’t hear what all was said, just that the call was over in a matter of seconds and Steve was quick to get back to holding you. 
“I can’t imagine,” you murmur, your eyes still focused on the black mass of the bat’s remains on the ground, “how… how Eddie did it. I saw his scars, Steve, they’re massive. And I thought, y’know, he’d probably just had an accident he didn’t want to talk about. But they’re fucking real, and god, look at the teeth on that thing-”
“They don’t feel good, I can tell you that.”
You pull your head away from Steve’s shoulder and blink at him. He looks rather unphased, but he reaches down to lift the edge of his shirt up high enough for you to see his stomach. For you to see the scars on his stomach. They look exactly like Eddie’s, and your breath catches in your throat. 
“Steve,” you breathe, laying a hand on the scar on his abdomen. You bite your lip before he can see it tremble, but your face screws up because tears painfully prick your eyes. 
“Oh, honey, don’t cry,” he says soothingly, pulling your hand up to his face to kiss your palm. He kisses your wrist, and your elbow, and your shoulder, until he reaches your mouth. 
Steve barely gets a peck in before you hear the screeching of tires outside; rock music blasts loud enough to rattle the windows for half a second before you see Eddie’s van thwack into the trash cans out front, and then the engine cuts off. 
“What an entrance,” Steve murmurs as you watch Eddie barrel out of the car and run into the shop.
Eddie’s eyes sweep the bakery lobby frantically before they land on you and Steve, your backs pressed up against the front counter. He sighs as he crouches down, reaching forward to take your face. You’ve never seen him so earnest- it’s attractive on him, naturally, but he looks a bit like he might snap if anyone were to breathe wrong in either you or Steve’s direction. You feel hot under his scrutiny, examining your face and body before he looks directly into your eyes. “Did it hurt you?”
“No, Eddie.”
He gives the same treatment to Steve, hand on his face and turning his head either way to get a good look at him. “Harrington?”
“Not a scrape, man.”
Eddie looks visibly relieved. He strokes the apple of Steve’s cheek, leans forward to softly kiss his lips, more tender than you’re used to seeing from Eddie. And then he turns, and he’s doing the same thing to you, a whisper of a kiss over your lips with more emotion and gentility than you expect. 
“I was so worried,” he whispers, so quietly that you’re not sure he really meant to say it out loud. Eddie opens his eyes and looks at Steve. “Where is it?”
“It’s a bunch of char on the floor now,” Steve grumbles, gesturing vaguely at the steaming carcass on the ground. 
Eddie looks at it blankly before he sighs again, and straightens up to walk toward it. He nudges it roughly with the toe of his shoe. “Piece of shit- my bundts!”
You pick your head up and try not to laugh as Eddie stoops to right a toppled over basket of bundt cakes that he frosted the day before. Half of them lay smushed and crumbled on the ground, completely unsalvageable.
“I’m so mad. They make me so mad. All that and for what? Did it get it, did it get the cake? Did it have a nice meal?” Eddie kicks the charred corpse again. “NO!”
“Eddie,” Steve says softly, making him turn to look back at the two of you. “Don’t kick it while it’s down.”
Eddie sniffs angrily, wiping his hands on his jeans as he steps back. “Fine. Fine. Shit, is that…?” Eddie points at the disgusting sight inside the pastry case; a pulsating orifice that looks suggestively like female genitalia, but if either of them notice it they don’t say anything. 
“Yeah, it came out of there.”
“Damn.” Eddie only then notices the wood shards on the floor in front of the case, the shattered remains of the once intact shelves to it. “Mimi’s gonna fucking kill us.”
You grunt, “Or Warren.”
Both of the boys look at each other, and Eddie bares his teeth. Warren, the assistant manager of the bakery, is a major asshole in the minds of all fellow employees. Except Mimi, of course, the only person that matters. 
While Warren is just plain mean to the men who work the bakery, he’s often overly friendly with the women. Especially you. It… creeps you out from time to time, if you’re honest. Warren’s pushing 50, balding, and goes out of his way to gain your affections. It’s the little things, like greeting you rather than anyone else, seeking you out on break, or behaving like you turning a blind eye to his habit of stealing donuts is an inside joke. 
(You don’t know that Eddie almost clocked Warren in the face once a couple weeks back, for saying you had ‘the finest ass in town’ as you were leaving the store. Steve had to catch him by his belt to stop him, actually. Eddie hasn’t forgotten.)
“Fuck Warren,” Eddie spits. “It’s not like he’s been eaten alive by demobats. He doesn’t know how to close the gate.”
“But we do?” Steve asks him incredulously. 
Eddie pauses, tilting his head to the side as he thinks. He looks a little bit like a puppy dog when he does that, with his eyes drifting off to the side unblinkingly. “We know someone who does.”
“No,” Steve says simply. “Absolutely not.”
“I’m calling it in,” Eddie returns without leaving any room for argument, and steps over your legs to stride through the kitchen toward the back room. 
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Jim Hopper sort of shook Hawkins to its core when he came back from the dead and then immediately proceeded to absolve Eddie Munson of any so-called crimes he may or may not have committed in the eyes of the town. The man holds more sway in the court of public opinion than even the mayor. 
That said, you don’t expect the chief of police to show up at the bakery at midnight, at the behest of Eddie, with a carload of… children?
“Tell ‘em what you told me,” Hopper grumbles, thrusting Dustin Henderson toward Steve and Eddie by the shoulder. Behind him, Lucas Sinclair and Mike Wheeler linger with sheepish expressions, their body language reading extremely uncomfortable.
“Uh…” Dustin looks sort of rumpled and sleepy, his eyes still bleary like he’s just been pulled out of bed and dragged here. “So, we know about the gate?”
“Oh, you do?” Steve snaps, donning a paternal tone of voice. He places his hands on his hips, appearing more and more like a disapproving dad every second. “And you didn’t care to mention it?”
Mike speaks next. “Well it’s not like we expected it to show up in your donut case-”
“Pastry case,” you correct.
“-pastry case. There’s one we found in a tree in the woods and one we found in the ceiling of Will’s old house. We think it has something to do with the Demogorgon.”
You squint at Mike, and then Dustin, and then Steve. All this funky jargon is starting to make your head ache. “The demo- what?”
“Demogorgon.” Dustin blinks up at Steve. “Have you checked your pool lately?”
Eddie frowns. “Why would he check his pool?”
“Remember that girl Barb who died-?”
“All right, enough.” Hopper looks irritable, maybe running on too few hours of sleep. “Cut to the chase, kid, quickly.”
“We think all the places where the Demogorgon first showed up have reopened as gates.” It’s Lucas who speaks up, peeking around Hopper’s left shoulder and looking bored. “The Demogorgon probably came through here at some point and left its signature on the wall. El’s on it, don’t worry.”
Steve does a double-take. “What do you mean, ‘El’s on it?’” 
Lucas shrugs. “It means she’s on it, dude, how should we know? She just points at stuff and it does what she wants.”
“Who’s El?” you ask, more out of your element each second. 
“My girlfriend,” Mike says.
“Our friend with super powers,” Dustin speaks over him, giving you whiplash.
“Great. We’re just relying on Eleven to close this gate before the morning?” Steve looks about ready to tear his hair out, and you feel even closer. “We were supposed to be out of here by ten. The morning team comes in at four, so that gives her… four hours?? To get this shit handled?”
“Don’t look at me like that,” Dustin argues. “I would have told you this shit was going on, but you and Eddie don’t want me to come in here because you have some girl-”
“Shuddup!” Eddie’s voice is high pitched as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “How are we supposed to explain a rift in the space-time continuum to our boss, hm? What are we supposed to do about the broken case? I can’t lose this job, man, I’m clinging to it with my fucking nails as it is.”
“You were robbed.” Hopper’s voice is level and calm, his eyes flicking briefly to the case.
“What?”
Hopper breathes loudly through his nose, obviously losing his patience with your inability to keep up with their rapid-fire crisis control. “Did you clock out when you were supposed to?”
“Uh… yeah?” You kick the toe of your shoe against the floor, feeling sort of stupid as you say it. “Mimi… Mimi doesn’t like to pay overtime?”
Hopper nods. “Okay. You clocked out at ten, you went home. Someone broke into the bakery, smashed up the case when they were grabbing the pastries, and stole a bunch of merchandise along with the money from the register. You weren’t here. A concerned bystander called in a tip.”
“But that’s-” You frown. “But we still have everything, unless you want to count the shit the demo- demofucker knocked over.”
Hopper blinks slowly. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike exchange excited glances. They look back at you, at the mounds of baked goods, and you know what they mean. 
It’s always the bakery, isn’t it?
“For fuck’s sake- yeah, alright.” You sigh, and gesture vaguely toward the displays. “Where do you wanna start, the muffins?”
“Donuts, I call donuts!” Dustin shouts, whirling around to head for the case. 
“I’ve always wanted to try the cream puffs, my mom says they’re too rich,” Mike mutters as he and Lucas crowd toward the refrigerated section and start grabbing armloads of pie slices. Even Hopper, tired as he looks, makes a B-line for the gourmet cookies and starts hauling out boxes two at a time with a childish gleam in his eye. 
Perfect. Taking a page out of Warren’s book. Let them eat cake.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Steve reaching for the cupcakes and glare at him with a mix of horror and betrayal. “You too?”
“What, are the cupcakes off limits to robbers? Hm?” Steve cracks open the container and passes one to Eddie, who takes it gingerly and starts licking the caramel flavored frosting off of it immediately. “Get off my dick!”
You glance down. The button on his pants is still undone. 
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“Aw, lighten up, princess.” The ember at the end of Eddie’s cigarette glows in the darkness, the only other thing helping you to see his relaxed expression being the light of the half moon in the sky. He pulls his arm back, and throws a box of muffins in a perfect arc, until it crashes down with a splash into Lover’s Lake. “Nobody comes out here anymore. And if they did, all they would find is waterlogged baked goods. It’s no big deal, really.”
Steve sidles up behind him with a box of donut holes, and tosses it in a similar fashion. “Says the guy who desecrated a demobat corpse an hour ago for fucking up his bundt cakes.” 
“Hey. That was personal, okay? I slaved over those things.” He blows out a puff of smoke and chucks another box into the water. “Besides, I saw Sinclair going after them. I’m sure he’ll treat ‘em right.”
The back of Eddie’s van is slowly emptying, leaving space for you to squeeze in and lean against the front seat, your ass just barely kept comfortable by a wadded up hoodie. You think it belongs to Steve, since you know Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead wearing bright sunshine yellow. 
You cradle a box of sugar cookies to your chest like it’s a teddy bear. You can’t honestly say why it bothers you so much; your story will be corroborated by Hopper, who most people in town don’t question anymore. The kids each have taken home whatever they wanted to keep and agreed to toss the rest where it can’t be found. Even Hopper insisted that you should just go home and get some rest after getting rid of the evidence you’d all stashed in the back of Eddie’s van. 
You don’t know why you’re so uncomfortable with it all. Maybe it’s just the fact that everything the boys are throwing into the lake represents hours of your hard work, and it just kinda sucks to see it all go to waste. 
“Sweetheart? You’re off in space.” You didn’t realize Eddie had returned to grab more boxes from the van, but you blink up to find his imposing frame blocking out the light of the moon, his palms flat against the bed of the van as he leans slightly inward to look at you. Steve appears from behind him, curiously peering at you over Eddie’s shoulder. 
You’ll never really get used to how attractive they are together. Sure, you’ve admired them both separately, choosing to focus on one or the other just to save yourself the struggle of having to choose between them. You hadn’t considered the fact that you could have them both until they’d given you the option. But together… together, they’re nothing short of perfect. Dark and light, scary and soft, the moon and the sun. Balancing each other out, complementing each other.
Your cookie box crinkles as you shift, looking up at Eddie unsurely. “I’m fine.”
Eddie’s head perks up. “Yeah, fuck that. No one says ‘I’m fine’ like that unless they really aren’t fine. Harrington, babe, help me-”
Eddie shoves an entire stack of boxes out of the van in one fell swoop, letting them all topple into the dirt. His hand claps down into Steve’s palm before Steve helps him jump up into the back, squeezing past more boxes to get to you. His hand pats your hip gently. “Gotta get behind you baby, c’mon, up-” 
You squeak and sort of confusedly shift forward, your skirt riding up uncomfortably and your bare ass meeting cold metal as you try to create enough space for Eddie to worm his way behind you. He slots himself between your back and the front seat, plopping down loudly, toppling more boxes and then pulling you between his legs to his chest. He sighs. “There. Cozy.”
The sharp corner of a plastic cupcake tray digs into your thigh. You kick a bunch more boxes off the bed of the van and into Steve’s outstretched hands, trying to get comfortable. “Uh-huh.”
His fingers latch onto your cookie box. “Gonna eat these?”
“… No?”
“Okay. You wanna give ‘em to me?” Eddie’s forefinger and thumb pinch the box, wiggling it in your hands. You hesitantly let go, and watch him pass it to Steve. You expect Steve to immediately turn around and chuck them into the water, but he holds onto them instead. “What’s bothering you, sweetheart?”
“You mean besides the bloodthirsty monsters and the rifts in space-time and our jobs being on the line?” You blink at Steve and then turn your head to look at Eddie over your shoulder. “I dunno. I’ve never stolen anything before in my life, so.”
Eddie tuts, smoothing your hair away from your face gently. “I know. Look at it this way; you got special permission from the police chief to throw all that shit away. So, who’s gonna be mad at you, hm?”
“I just feel bad,” you huff, leaning back into his embrace. “Or… or maybe I just feel a little like Warr-” 
“Warren?” Steve’s voice is calm, but he’s obviously miffed at the mention of the manager. “What’s Warren gonna do?”
You hesitate. You can practically see the guy wiggling his eyebrows, a little smirk on his gaunt face as he goes, “Well, lookee here. Don’t tell me you’re eating all that by yourself. You know store policy, darlin’…” 
“He creeps me out,” you admit quietly. “He acts like… like I’m his sweetheart, or something. I don’t trust him worth a shit. If he found out I had something to do with this, I dunno. Maybe he’d use it against me…?”
“You’re not his sweetheart,” Eddie says sharply, his hold tightening on your waist. You can’t see the look on his face, but Steve can. All the possessiveness and rage, the nearly wild look in his eye that reminds him of when Eddie was ready to start swinging fists in the middle of the bakery. “You’re ours. And we’re here to keep you safe, baby. From everything. Demon bats and demon managers. Right, Steve?”
Steve nods. “Absolutely. To hell and back, honey.” 
“And if he tries anything,” Eddie adds, speaking quietly into your ear- and even though you know Steve can hear him, you feel like he’s speaking to you alone- “anything at all. You tell either of us, and we’ll take care of it. You have my word.” 
A grin breaks across Steve’s face. “Eddie’ll go all Rocky Balboa on his ass. Believe me.”
“Really?” you breathe, turning your head to nuzzle Eddie’s nose with your own. 
“Mhm,” Steve confirms. “I have it on the best authority.”
Eddie’s hand comes up to capture your jaw, pulling you toward him so that he can press a gentle kiss to your lips. Nothing too overwhelming or passionate, but just a reminder to himself that he can.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re hot when you get all protective, Munson?” Steve says mildly, grabbing up a couple more boxes to throw into the water. 
“So’re you,” you mumble, then nudge Eddie’s stomach with your elbow. “You should’ve seen him taking on that bat.”
Eddie’s arm tightens around your waist. “Oh, I know it, sweetheart. I’ve seen him rip one of those fuckers in half with his bare hands.” 
“Is that true, Steve?” You look up at him through your lashes, hoping that you don’t look as turned on by that as you are. “You ripped one in half?”
Steve chuckles, looking sheepishly down at his feet. If there were more light out, you would be able to see the blush on his cheeks. “Yeah… I mean, it’s not really that impressive. It nearly choked me to death.”
You can’t help the little hum that leaves you, the indelicate shift of your hips as a sudden rush of arousal sinks between your thighs, debilitating in its strength. You thought you had gotten over that need to have them fuck your brains out today, but it seems like your body has other plans. 
Eddie, the cheeky motherfucker, notices immediately. His voice low, a dangerous purr in the back of his throat, he murmurs, “Uh oh, Harrington. Little baby’s getting turned on.”
“Really?” Steve muses, a mischievous glint in his eye as he wanders a bit closer to the back of the van. “You need something, sweet pea?”
“I’m- It’s, uh-” You swallow thickly, trying not to shift against Eddie again as he drags his forefinger slowly along your arm. “It’s… we already…”
“Oh, you already,” Eddie reiterates, shooting Steve a wolfish grin over your shoulder. “Should’a known you’d jump on it as soon as you got her alone, big boy.”
Steve scoffs, turning away with a tongue-in-cheek smirk and throwing a box into the water with a loud splash. “Yeah? What were you doing all morning?” 
“I was teaching her about proper finger placement,” Eddie says without missing a beat. “Y’know. For guitar.”
Steve grunts as if he’s not convinced. Your face- your whole body, really- is burning, both from embarrassment and desire. You’re starting to wish that Eddie would just cut the crap and move his hand from your arm down between your legs again, if anything just to satiate this ridiculous need that’s kicked up out of nowhere. You can only imagine his chastising voice if he were to find the sticky mess of your slick mixed with Steve’s cum already trickling from your cunt.
Steve takes the lead on it before you can come up with a way to vocalize what you want. You watch the way he leisurely rolls his head back on his shoulders, his neck popping into alignment. He reaches forward to pull the last few boxes out of the back of the van, climbing into the back to crawl toward you. “What can we do to help, honey?”
You nearly choke on your breath. “Anything. You can do anything you want to me. Both of you.”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie hisses, his hand immediately coming up to undo the front of your uniform dress for the second time tonight. “Perfect little baby- let’s get you out of this, alright?”
You squeeze your lips tightly together, nodding as you wiggle forward and let him pull the itchy dress over your head, discarding it somewhere near the front seat. Your hot skin hits the cool air, and you have to fight not to give an audible sigh of relief. Eddie’s hands are immediately on you, sweeping up your stomach to soothingly squeeze at your breasts, his mouth latching onto the side of your neck. 
Steve parts your legs with gentle hands. Eddie, a bit more aggressive than Steve, hooks his calves around yours and pulls your legs wide open to give Steve an unobstructed view of your swollen pussy. 
Steve groans at the sight of it. “Still got my cum in there, baby?”
You squirm, wanting to press your thighs together to stave off the violent throb in your core at his words. Eddie pushes back against your legs, an immovable object in the way of your struggle. You whine at the feeling of his tongue on your neck, and give Steve a shaky, “Yes?”
“Mm. Wanna taste it.” 
You’re in deep. He doesn’t give you any other warning before he sinks between you and Eddie’s spread legs, and his mouth latches onto your cunt. A garbled, desperate noise comes out of your mouth; you’re not sure if it’s supposed to be a moan or a shout or both, but Eddie’s arm tightens around your waist and his long hair tickles your shoulder as he murmurs into your ear, “I know, baby. Stevie’s really good with his tongue, isn’t he?”
“Y-yeah,” you whine. You try to rock your hips against Steve’s face, but it’s no use- Eddie’s holding you too steady, his arms and legs keeping you motionless and party to Steve’s every whim.
“How’s she taste, Steve?” Eddie asks calmly, a hand coming up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Steve lifts his head with a long swipe of his tongue that sends sparks skyrocketing through your limbs. “Fucking delicious.”
Eddie purrs, his lips skimming your bare shoulder as he reaches forward and grabs onto Steve’s head. Steve blinks up at the both of you, eyes dark and heavy with lust, and lets Eddie guide him back down to your pussy.
“Fuck, daddy.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, hands clawing at Eddie’s thigh and Steve’s shoulder in succession. You feel Eddie’s puff of breath against your neck, and then his amused noise of recognition.
“Daddy?” he echoes, turning his head to skirt his nose up the side of your throat. “He told you about that, hm? Steve, you dirty bastard…” 
Steve makes a muffled grunt against your cunt, the vibration of it cutting straight through your clit and into your core, making you jolt. “She just sounds so fucking pretty when she says it.”
A deep hum resounds in Eddie’s chest, and he skims his fingers up your stomach toward your breasts. “What do you think, sweetheart? You like it when daddy eats your pussy like this?” 
Your mouth drops open, but not to form words; you can’t form words, because Eddie’s fingers trace gentle circles around your nipple at the same time as Steve’s tongue does your clit, and you melt. A deep, loud moan leaves you with a gust of air from your lungs, and your thighs tense up as you feel your orgasm building up to reach its breaking point.
Steve takes the opportunity to turn his attention downwards, dipping his tongue into your channel. Just the slightest bit of friction to stimulate that ring of muscle, and you can barely contain yourself, your hand reaching back to grab onto Eddie’s hair for support. “Shit- shit, I’m gonna come.”
Your head drops back against Eddie’s shoulder, and you can feel him smile against your bare skin. “Shh, I know, baby. It’s okay, you can come on daddy’s mouth, I’m sure he’ll love it.” 
It’s that gentle permission Eddie gives you that tips you over, pulling you apart at the seams and making you come undone against Steve’s tongue. The sound of his mouth on you has you delirious, limbs jerking against Eddie’s hold, the only thing keeping you still against Steve’s caresses. 
“Oh, look at you, baby,” Steve breathes as he finally lets up, his tongue still dancing through your folds a few times as you come down. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of that.”
“C’mere, pretty boy,” Eddie says, tugging on Steve’s hair. “Wanna taste.”
You lay limply back against Eddie’s shoulder, bleary and tired, but still decently aware of Steve advancing up your body and leaning over you. You watch as he cups Eddie by the jaw and spits into his mouth, letting him taste you on his saliva.
“Mm, fuck,” Eddie groans, turning his head toward yours. “So damn good. You need more, sweetheart?”
The proposition immediately has you lifting your head, blinking your eyes open at Eddie and nodding. Of course you want more. You’ll take as much as they want to give you. 
Eddie snickers at the hopeful look on your face, exchanging a glance with Steve. “Needy little thing, isn’t she? Help me with her.” 
Steve gathers you into his arms and lifts you like it’s nothing while Eddie undoes his belt. You’re so preoccupied with the way that Steve kisses you, his tongue licking into your mouth so deeply, that Eddie takes you by surprise when he grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his cock.
“There you go, baby,” Eddie whispers into your ear, holding you tight as you whine loudly from him stretching you out so suddenly. “Such a good girl, taking it all. This what you wanted?”
“Please, Eddie, please-” you pant, hanging your head as you try to come up with something to say other than just miserable begging. “Feels so good. S’all I want, I just- fuck, move.”  
Eddie takes that to heart, rutting his hips up into you sharply. You have to clutch onto Steve for dear life, because you’re too lost in the bliss of it. Steve’s hands are on your hips, pushing you to grind further down onto Eddie’s cock; and the noises that are coming out of your mouth are nearly deafening, even to you. 
Steve leans forward and captures your mouth, managing to muffle them a bit, but making no effort to stop them from happening. 
“Oh, sweetheart,” Eddie breathes into your ear, his hands roaming over your chest and squeezing your waist as he drills his cock into you. “You’re just drowning me- getting my balls all wet, too.”
You feel more than see it; Steve lets go of your hip with one hand, dragging his fingers across your thigh as he reaches down beneath you. Eddie chokes on a groan, shoving his face almost bashfully into your shoulder as Steve squeezes his balls, stroking them with a slick noise that can be heard over your cries and Eddie’s deep moans.
“Oh shit, my god, Steve,” Eddie whispers brokenly against your skin, and his hand shoots blindly forward, scratching for Steve’s fly with clumsy desperation. You salvage a little bit of your remaining mental capacity to reach forward and help him; fingers shaky but more accurate as you undo the button and zipper, a little more precise when you reach into his boxers and pull Steve’s cock out.
“Jesus,” Steve gasps, his forehead falling to rest against yours as you and Eddie both stroke him with fumbling hands. He hisses through his teeth, repeating, “Jesus- fuck me.”
“S’what we’re doing,” you grunt, and Eddie manages a shaky laugh. Eddie’s rings are cold when your fingers skim them, but you think Steve likes that little variation in the texture of your hands. His hips buck into your hands; below you, he tries to keep his touch gentle and give Eddie only what he knows he can take. 
It’s Eddie who comes first. He gives Steve’s cock a quick squeeze at the base, a poor attempt at a wordless warning. And then Eddie shouts, his hips jolting and warm cum filling you, making you moan at the feeling. Steve lets him go slowly, lifting you off of him gingerly as the sensitivity creeps in.
“Mind if I take it from here?” Steve asks him, as if he isn’t already gathering you into his lap and lining himself up with your leaking cunt. 
“Wouldn’t want to leave you hanging,” Eddie answers, sounding out of breath and fucked out. You feel Eddie’s hand fall on top of Steve’s on your hip, squeezing a bit as Steve pulls you down onto his cock.
Your agonized whine cuts through the air, head falling forward onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve shushes you, a hand coming up to hold the back of your head and his cheek pressing against the side of your head. Over your shoulder, Steve’s eyes flutter open to find Eddie absolutely taken by the sight- Steve cradling you close, his lips parted and lust clouded eyes trained on him. 
It takes very little for Steve to get you to your second orgasm. Heaven knows Eddie had brought you halfway there, and with two sets of hands on you, one of which slides down to find your clit, you naturally don’t last much longer.
You make little effort to keep it quiet, baring your teeth, whining through it with sharp, pained noises. Steve finds it cute, cradling your neck as your head tilts backward.
“Good girl, just let it out,” he murmurs, slowly lowering you back to rest in Eddie’s lap. Eddie’s arms circle you, holding you steady as Steve grabs your hips, setting a pace to chase his own high.
Your face screws up, your hand reaching up to snatch onto Eddie’s tattooed forearm. “I- god, it’s so much, Eddie…”
Eddie looks down at you, giving you something of a mocking smile as he strokes your hair away from your face. “I know, baby. But you want Steve to finish, don’tcha?” 
You can feel tears gathering in your eyes, the pleasure so quickly bleeding into overstimulation, but you still nod feebly in Eddie’s hands. “Want him to come… inside, I want it…”
“Hear that?” Eddie picks his eyes up to lock onto Steve’s. He grins devilishly. “She wants both our loads inside that sweet little cunt.”
“Fuck. Dirty girl.” Steve’s hands tighten on your hips, and he clenches his teeth. “M’gonna give it to her. Anything she wants.”
Steve’s hips slam into yours, jolting you further into Eddie’s arms. His fingers dig into your skin, head hung low on his shoulders as a stream of garbled curses leaves his mouth. His warmth fills you, seeping from around where he grinds his cock lazily into you one last time.
Stillness. That’s all you can register after Steve slips from you, and it’s just you and him and Eddie panting heavily in the darkness. The early autumn air from outside whisks away the humidity in the back of the van, leaving your sweaty skin cool and with a layer of goosebumps across it. 
“You’re fucking amazing,” Steve says after a moment, stirring you from your daze. He’s sitting up now, looking a bit exhausted but not nearly as much as you feel. “The both of you.”
Eddie grabs him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him sideways to plant a sticky kiss onto his cheek. Steve laughs and collapses like a house of cards, falling onto the floor of the van next to you. Another couple beats of silence, and then; “Hey, is that my sweatshirt?”
Eddie jumps, turning at the waist to muscle the yellow sweater out from under his legs. “Oh, yeah. Remember that day we parked out by the old mill?”
“Oh, yeah.” Steve laughs, but refuses it when Eddie hands it to him. “We need to get her dressed.”
“Right.” Eddie prods you to sit up, despite your tired noises of disapproval. “I know, I know; I promise you can lay back down in a minute, but you can’t be naked all night, we have places to be.” 
“Like where?”  
“Like getting you home.” Eddie gets the sweater over your head, and the soft fabric almost swallows you whole. “Steve, pass me that bag in the corner?” 
“What is- what?” Steve snatches up the plastic bag and peeks inside it, pulling out your sweatpants and cami from the morning. “There’s no underwear in here for her.” 
“Yeah,” Eddie snickers, taking the pants from him. “I know.”
As Eddie packs you into the sweatpants, something electronic crackles loudly from the front seat. Steve shuffles over and pulls out a giant, clunky walkie-talkie, snapping the antenna upwards. “Dustin? That you?”
“Yeah, it’s- get rid of- closed the gate.” The staticky message cuts in and out, and Eddie and Steve exchange a knowing look.
Steve presses the mic button. “The gate’s closed?”
“Yes, didn’t- hear me?”
Steve rolls his eyes. “Got it. Over and out.” He snaps the antenna back down, tossing the walkie back into its place on the front seat. “Kid’s gotta get that attitude in check, I swear.”
“You guys have a walkie talkie to communicate with those kids?” you ask blearily, half asleep and confused as hell.
“Yeah…” Eddie draws out the word, pursing his lips and looking at Steve for help. “This has been going on longer than you think.”
You grumble, not wanting to argue. You’ll worry about it later.
“Steve,” Eddie mutters, and shuffles you gently into his arms. You settle back against Steve’s chest, taking a deep, cleansing breath, and sinking into his warmth.
Eddie’s ringed hand pats yours, and then Steve’s, and then you hear Eddie clambering out of the back of the van. A few more moments of silence, hearing only Steve’s slow breathing, allowing yourself to slowly drift off to sleep and wondering where Eddie’s gone. And then, you hear a quiet splash.
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The bakery is a mess.
Cops are everywhere. You didn’t know that there were this many cops in Hawkins, unless they hired out. Mimi looks less stressed and more pissed, hands on her hips and barking orders at everyone who’s running around to clean up the damage. Over her shoulder, Jim Hopper makes eye contact with you and nods curtly. Anyone watching would think he was just being polite. You know better.
There’s a garbage bag that’s been cut open and rolled out to create a tarp to cover the pastry case; it sways in the breeze from the open front doors, through which cops and employees alike pass as they try to make sense of the ruckus.
Steve tilts his head beside you, looking at the writing scrawled on it. “Don’t Broken, Open Inside?”
“Don’t Open, Broken Inside,” you correct, pointing at the vertical writing on either side of the partition that cuts the case in half.
“Oh shit, the pastry case is broken?” Eddie says with a cheeky grin as he walks into the store, immediately going to pull the tarp aside. 
“Eddie!” You yell, jumping to snatch his hand, but he’s already managed to open the case part-way. You get just a glimpse inside; just enough to see that the disgusting extra-dimensional gate is gone, only leaving broken shelves in its place. It even looks as though you and Steve had been able to clean the case like Mimi wanted before you clocked out.
“What happened here?” you hear Steve ask with a facade of innocence, and turn to see Warren stalking through the bakery lobby with a sour expression.
“We were robbed last night, haven’t you noticed?” Warren spits. “Someone called the cops around midnight. Who the hell robs a bakery?”  
You press your tongue hard against the roof of your mouth.
“Yogi Bear?“ Eddie offers. “It’s bear season.”
Warren blinks at him, turning a bit red in the face as he seethes at the sight of Eddie looking so entertained by all the chaos. Warren snatches a stray bag of bread that had been left behind off the display beside him, thrusting it into Steve’s arms and nodding at it wordlessly.
Steve looks down at the bread unsurely. “Uh…?”
“Dust the bread shelf.” Warren walks into the kitchen without another word.
Steve nods, looking like he ought to have expected that. “Okay.”
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steddieunderdogfics · 1 month ago
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blood is an aphrodisiac by cuips_not_cute
@cuips-not-cute
Rating: Explicit
66,066 words, 13/13 chapters
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Vampire Eddie Munson, Pining, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, First Time, Post Vecna, sort of post v2 but i make some changes bc v2 was ass, Everyone lives, Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Protective Steve Harrington, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, cannot BELIEVE that wasn't a tag yet, eddie's not a monster though just a freak haha, they're switches bitches, Switching, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, Top Steve Harrington, Bottom Eddie Munson, Recreational Drug Use, Shotgunning, Hickies, Grinding, uh, Bondage, Multiple Orgasms, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Steve Harrington Has a Praise Kink, Blowjobs, handjobs, eddie has lots of piercings in this one, Because I can, steve likes them a LOT, thigh fucking, Homoerotic Wound Care, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kissing, Making Out, Cuddling, Fluff and Smut, porn with a little more plot this time, Literal Sleeping Together, as well as the slutty kind of sleeping together, Sharing Clothes, Happy Ending, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Blow Jobs, First Time Blow Jobs, First Time Bottoming, Hand Jobs, Rimming, rim jobs, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, can i call it a fix-it if i just make eddie a vampire and they kiss a lot?, eddie "heart-eyes" munson, Gay Eddie Munson, backround ronance, bc girls, Biting, cause it's a vampire fic whaddya expect, author loves mouths and makes it a problem for everyone else, Shower Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Spit Kink
Summary:
There’s a few things Eddie notices when he wakes up. One, he bites his tongue. It hurts. Of course. The weird thing, though, is he doesn’t taste blood. But he knows he bit it hard and it’s throbbing behind his teeth. He tastes something, and his mouth feels wet but there’s no metallic flavor (metal. He likes metal. He’s remembering). It’s smoother. More earthy. Two. He’s alone. Completely. No Dustin. Or Robin or Nancy or Steve or anyone. Three. He’s sore. His whole body aches, his skin is thrumming with it. His neck especially, and his sides like where Steve was bitten, too. Four. He’s got to blink a couple times to realize this one. Let his eyes adjust from the pitch black of being closed to the dim blue haze of the Upside Down. Yeah, that’s what he realizes. He’s still there. Five. He’s fuckin’ starving. In which Eddie wakes up with sharp teeth, Steve has a thing for tongue piercings, and it takes a while for them to figure out what all of that means.
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diazsdimples · 5 months ago
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Buddietommy HC (kink edition):
Buck is up for most things but loves being edged. His praise kink is visible from space so it is not a surprise at all, but he also likes being the dominant in a scene sometimes.
Eddie needs to see something done to the other two before he'll try it. He freaks out the first time he gets into subspace and comes out of it, because he's always had to take care of others, and it takes a while for him to really be ok with being taken care of.
Tommy will not endure blindfolds (claustrophobia) or nipple clamps (his nips are too sensitive for that). Roleplay, on the other hand, turns him on, especially if he gets to play instructor of some sort.
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Buck loves domming but part of his aftercare is he needs his sub to tell him he did good for them, after he's taken care of them. The same for edging, if he's edged when he's a sub, he loves being told that he was so good for them and coming only when he was allowed to.
Eddie freaks out the first time but after he's been helped through it by his boyfriends, he learns that letting go and getting out of his head for a bit is one of the best feelings ever. He has a very low tolerance for surprises during a scene though.
Tommy's favourite thing to roleplay is him as a flight instructor. He even brings home his jumpsuit sometimes because he loves watching Buck and Eddie fight over who gets to get him out of it. He's also a fan of Muay Thai lessons as foreplay
Send me your buddie/bucktommy/buddietommy/eddietommy hcs
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midsummer-semantics · 3 months ago
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Private Lessons
Written for Steddie Kinktober Bingo and cross-posted on ao3!
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Rating: Explicit
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Professor Steve Harrington, Grad Student Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Teacher-Student Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Sort Of, way too much information about Renaissance literature tbh, Flirting, flirting via Google Docs, Age Difference, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, Steve is kind of a perv, but Eddie is DEFINITELY into it, Masturbation, Kinktober
Summary:
Grad school wasn’t exactly in Eddie’s grand life design, but he’s not really complaining. Especially not when his Renaissance literature professor is the hottest person he’s ever seen.
Or: English Grad student Eddie has an insane crush on his professor, and when Professor Harrington offers his star pupil private lessons in order to give him more than the usual lecture accounts for, Eddie jumps at the chance.
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Grad school wasn’t exactly in Eddie’s grand life design, but he’s not really complaining. Especially not when his Renaissance literature professor is the hottest person he’s ever seen.
Professor Harrington was the talk of the school from the moment Eddie set foot on campus. The youngest grad professor in the department — though that’s not saying much when most of them look like they’re five minutes from incurring rigor mortis — Dr. Steven Harrington is a world-renowned scholar in Renaissance and Early Modern texts, has publications ranging from “How Shakespeare could be gayer: An analysis of Antonio characters” to “When life gives you Lemons: Early Modern plot themes in Slash Fiction.” And Eddie’s read them all.
If he applied to this grad program in the hopes that he’d get to take one of Harrington’s classes, that’s nobody’s business but his own.
And now he is, sitting front row every Monday evening for three and a half hours, studiously writing notes and asking questions on any and everything Professor Harrington lectures on.
Harrington is even more gorgeous in person. Faint salt and pepper mixed in with soft chestnut hair that practically defies gravity, wire-rimmed glasses that frame his expressive caramel eyes, a body to die for under sharp trousers and button-up shirts that he often rolls the sleeves on. There’s a tiny tattoo of a robin on his left forearm just below his elbow that Eddie wants to see up close, wondering if that’s his only tattoo or if he’s hiding more delicious ink beneath the professional layers he wears to his lectures.
Yeah, sometimes it’s hard to pay attention to what Harrington is saying when he’s looking like a walking wet dream every time Eddie sees him.
It doesn’t help at all that he’s also incredibly charismatic and a huge dork. Harrington is a font of knowledge, and sometimes he goes off on tangents about early modern printing processes or how much he hates one particular academic for stealing his research years ago. Eddie genuinely thinks he’d be fine listening to his professor wax poetic about just about anything and he’d be hanging off of every word the entire time.
Other students in his class are less subtle about the fuck-me eyes they give their professor, but Harrington, ever the consummate professional, ignores it all. Which is fine, really, because Eddie knows it’s kind of a moral gray area to be lusting after a professor, even if they’re both well past the age where they could be considered “young adults.” Hell, Eddie’s pretty sure he’s the oldest person in his lectures at 29, but Dr. Harrington is easily in his 40s so the age gap is as unceremonious as it is taboo. And even if his crush wasn’t entirely in his own head, he’s prepared to beat up every one of his classmates for half a chance that Harrington would turn his regular “Good job, Eddie,” into a “Good boy, Eddie.”
Eddie knows he’s probably doing too much to get Harrington’s attention, always raising his hand more than any other student and doing every bit of extra credit he can like it’s going to win him some kind of Nobel Prize, but he genuinely likes the material so it’s easy to get involved in the discussions. 
His overenthusiastic involvement does earn him an exciting benefit two months into the semester, though. Harrington asks Eddie to hang back after class to discuss one of the latest reading responses, and Eddie’s mind immediately goes to all of the ways he fucked up by saying that Robert Greene may not have been entirely wrong for the way he dragged Shakespeare considering the way the bard had similarly dragged him by writing a fool character based on Greene. He’s got a million apologies already waiting on his tongue while the rest of the class files out, leaving them alone in the classroom.
“Listen, professor, I’m so sorry—” Eddie starts, but Harrington holds up a hand, silencing him all at once.
“It’s a bold claim you made in there, Eddie,” the professor says, leaning back against the whiteboard and crossing his arms. 
Eddie’s face flushes, whether from mortification or the way Harrington’s muscles shift under his shirt is unclear. He tries to think of an excuse as to why he’d make a dig at one of his professor’s favorite authors before settling on, “Would you believe I had an aneurysm before writing that?”
Harrington’s eyes narrow, assessing Eddie as he tries not to squirm, before shrugging, his face breaking into a grin. “I might, except all I said was it was bold, not that you were wrong.”
Eddie’s brain stops short for a moment. “W-what?”
Harrington snickers and reaches over to a stack of papers to pull Eddie’s, right from the top. “I have a proposition for you, which you’re welcome to turn down without explanation.”
Eddie’s heart beats double-time in his chest. He knows it’s delusional, but he’s had many fantasies of Harrington saying words just like those ones and then bending him over the nearest desk.
“A proposition?” he tries not to choke out.
Harrington hums as he scans over the paper again before handing it back to Eddie. A red A+ is circled at the top, which is a common sight, but still makes Eddie swell with a little bit of pride.
“I get the feeling sometimes that I’m not doing my part in giving you enough material during lectures. So I wanted to offer a compromise. Once a week we can meet in my office, and I’ll give you a private lecture on any topic of your choice as long as you write a 1000-word research project on it before the next meeting. In exchange, I’ll wave your final project.”
Eddie blinks at his professor owlishly for a moment. The math doesn’t make sense considering the final project is 20-pages minimum and what Harrington is suggesting would mean writing almost double that over the course of the next 8 weeks, but like hell is Eddie going to turn down the opportunity to spend one-on-one time with his gorgeous professor discussing their mutual love of Renaissance literature.
“Deal,” he agrees easily.
Harrington smiles, a big one that lights up his face for a moment before schooling it into kind neutrality once more. “Wonderful. Email me your availability and we’ll go from there.”
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That’s how Eddie finds himself once a week doing the absolute most work he’s ever done in his life, and Harrington’s class isn’t even his only one.
It’s worth it, though, for the two uninterrupted hours of Steve’s attention every Thursday evening. They cover a wide range of topics, and Steve never gives him shit for interrupting to ask more questions because that just means Steve gets to talk more about his passion. It’s one thing, Eddie thinks, to watch the man lecture to a class of semi-enthused grad students once a week, and something else entirely to watch him go on about something Eddie asks him to talk about. If brain boners are a thing, Eddie’s had a continuous one for this man for weeks.
He’s also had an innumerable amount of real boners, but he gave up caring about cranking one out to mental images of his hot professor two weeks into the semester. What Harrington doesn’t know won’t hurt Eddie, and it helps his brain not turn to actual mush every time he has to be in the same room as him again.
Eddie quickly gets into the habit of sharing his working docs with Harrington — Steve, his professor insists after their sessions go on for a few weeks — so he doesn’t have to worry about it slipping his mind later. Sometimes Steve will open the doc while Eddie’s still working on it, a tiny random animal popping up in the corner signaling Steve’s presence. It happens at odd hours, which Eddie supposes is fair since he knows now that the professor has a weird sleep schedule thanks to his own academic work. In the moments where Eddie finds himself and an Anonymous Axolotl both up at 2am, he likes to pretend like Steve’s watching him do something other than writing about the latest discussion topic. Like Steve’s actually in his own bed, his laptop resting on his lap, wearing nothing but a pair of tight briefs (or maybe nothing at all) and touching himself while he watches Eddie do the same. 
Eddie didn’t know academics could make him so goddamn horny, but by the time the end of the semester approaches, he’s basically Pavloved himself to pop a boner every time the tiny Anonymous Giraffe or whatever appears. 
The last two weeks of the semester, Eddie’s mostly in attendance out of obligation (and to ogle Steve more) since he doesn’t actually have to do the final project. His last meeting with Steve is the week before finals, the professor telling him he should take the week off to relax and get some actual sleep because he’s more than earned it.
As such, Eddie’s determined to make the final research project for their private lessons the best one yet.
It’s almost 3am when the tiny Anonymous Moose in the corner disappears for the night, and Eddie blinks blearily at the words on his screen that are starting to blend into a big blob. He’s well past the 1000-word mark at this point — 2041 the last time he checked — and he knows he should end it here and go to bed, especially since he hasn’t actually put more words on the page in over an hour. 
He checks his word count again just to remind himself that he did more than enough and —
Wait a minute.
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That can’t be right, he thinks. Eddie highlights paper from bottom to top, hitting the keys to display the word count again.
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“What the hell?” he mutters to himself, undoing the highlight and trying again. The same number pops up: 2069. There’s 28 words unaccounted for that he’s pretty sure even in his sleep-addled state he didn’t write.
He tries highlighting it all again and that’s when he sees it: down at the bottom of the doc under all of his writing are several words he, in fact, didn’t write, but he didn’t see them before because the font was the same color as the page itself.
He doesn’t have time to squeal over there being a secret message because the message itself nearly gives him a heart attack.
It’s too bad the semester is over. I was hoping to see you bent over my desk with those tight black jeans around your ankles at least once.
Eddie’s pretty sure his heart stops and starts several times as he reads the words over and over again.
He double-checks the doc access, and sure enough it’s only Steve that has it, which means…
“Oh, fuck,” Eddie groans, his erection from before coming back with a vengeance when he realizes his insanely sexy, insanely intelligent professor whom he’s been pining after for four months is flirting with him in secret in his Google docs.
He palms himself over his boxers, trying to manifest the stupid Anonymous Whatever to pop back up so he can keep up the illusion that Steve really has been spying on him, and then a thought occurs to him.
What if this isn’t the first time Steve’s done this?
With one hand still grasping his cock, squeezing rhythmically to relieve some of the pressure, Eddie swipes over to his Private Lessons folder and starts opening all of his past papers. He scrolls to the bottom, highlighting page after page, uncovering message after message that Steve’s left for weeks with Eddie being none the wiser.
It’s hard not to watch your lips as you talk. I bet they’d feel amazing wrapped around my dick.
Eddie moans outright at that and slips his hand under the waistband of his boxers to tug at his cock while he reads the rest. Some are complimentary, but most are downright filthy and Eddie feels like he’s going to pass out from all the blood rushing from his brain to his groin.
You’re so expressive when you get going on a topic you love. I wonder how expressive you are when you cum.
Those fucking pants are going to be the death of me. 
God you’re pretty when you smile. Those fucking dimples. I want to lick them every time.
Do you have any idea how hard you make me? How difficult it is to get through a lecture or a private session without pinning you to the desk and eating your ass right there?
Eddie comes with Steve’s name on his lips, shaking and shivering through an orgasm so intense just from words on a page.
When his brain reboots and his soul returns to his body, Eddie is left staring at the screen of his computer, the cursor blinking in time with his heartbeat and his hand tacky with cooling come. 
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, using his clean hand to close the laptop and shove it away.
The semester is over. He doesn’t have any reason to see Steve again before winter break commences, and he doesn’t have him on his class roster for Spring. 
But like hell is he going to leave this alone now that he knows his professor wants him back.
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corrodedbisexual · 1 year ago
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Good things come to those who wait
Steddie | E | ~9.9k | AO3 link
Part 4 of Steve Harrington's unexpected soft dom awakening series
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Featuring: Porn With Plot, Smut, Fluff, Morning After, Developing Relationship, Communication, Laughter, Banter, First Date, Flirting, Holding Hands, Cuddling, Dom/sub Play, Traffic Light System, Orgasm Control, Teasing, Laughter During Sex, Masturbation, Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Spit Kink, Come Eating, Phone Sex, Blow Jobs, Post-Coital Cuddling, Confessions, Relationship Negotiation, Boys Kissing, Falling In Love, Dorks in Love, Gay & Inexperienced Eddie Munson, Soft Dom & Bisexual & Confident Steve Harrington, POV Alternating, Eddie Munson is Steve Harrington's good boy, Robin Buckley is very big brained, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Are Best Friends, Dialogue Heavy, Seriously these boys just can't shut up, Subspace, Subdrop, Crying, Eddie goes through sub feels neither of them understand yet
"Be a good boy for me and hold off until I see you again.” Eddie’s entire body feels like an electric shock went through it. His dick twitches helplessly. “You want me to…” Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. “To not touch myself all week?” *** Eddie tries to make it through a week of sexual frustration. Steve makes sure that his obedience was worthwhile. In the meantime, the boys keep growing closer, intimately and emotionally.
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The phone keeps ringing as Eddie swings the bedroom door open and jogs towards it, awkwardly adjusting himself before picking up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Eddie.”
Eddie can’t help the joyful smile that tugs on his lips.
“Hey, Stevie.” He grabs the phone off the wall and makes sure the cord isn’t tangled around the furniture. “Hang on, just gonna… drag the phone to my room… one sec.”
“You sound a little winded, baby. Been working out?” Steve’s tone is teasing, and Eddie feels his cheeks burn.
He shuts the door again, drops the phone on the bed and flops down next to it.
“Uhhh… something like that.”
On the other end of the line, Steve chuckles. Eddie bites his lip and thinks. He’s being ridiculous, really. He doesn’t need to be hiding the truth… right? Not with everything that has transpired between them. But it still makes him agitated and hot all over. You don’t just tell a guy you’ve been touching yourself thinking about him, not in Eddie’s experience. And what if Steve thinks it’s gross?
“Thanks for the breakfast, by the way, that was… like… really sweet of you,” he says instead. “And for letting me sleep in.”
“You’re welcome.” Eddie can tell Steve’s smiling. “I gotta admit, the latter wasn’t easy, considering…” Eddie hears him inhale deeply, and realizes… Steve’s a bit nervous.
“Considering what, Stevie?” He prompts gently.
Steve hesitates for a few more seconds, but when he speaks, his voice sounds more firm.
“Considering I really wanted to ditch work and wake you up instead.”
Eddie grins and clutches the phone a little tighter to his ear.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. You were all over me, and you were hard, baby. Wanna know how I’d wake you, if we had time?”
The room is suddenly way too warm again. Eddie can sort of predict what comes next, just from Steve’s tone. And yet, he still can’t fully believe this is his life now. Steve Harrington speaking filthy things into his ear.
“I’d put my hand on you. Rub your dick. See how long it takes for you to stop snoring and open those pretty big eyes for me, sleeping beauty.”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie whispers under his breath, squeezing himself through the boxers.
“Would you even wake up?” Steve’s voice continues to torment him. “You seem like a heavy sleeper. Maybe you’d just hump my hand in your sleep until you came.”
“Holy shit. Steve.” Eddie’s erection has barely flagged since they started talking, and now… yeah, it was like there was no interruption at all. He bites his lip as he slips his hand under the waistband again and rubs his palm over his dick, playing out Steve’s fantasy. “I… I don’t know. Maybe.” Feeling brave all of a sudden, he adds, “Maybe you should find out. I could come over on Saturday.” He’d have to move a jam session with the guys to Friday, and come up with an excuse, but it’s doable. “So you could… do that. On Sunday morning. No work. Oh fuck…” He knows he’s panting into the speaker, knows Steve can’t not hear that.
He does. Of course he does.
“Oh wow. You were touching yourself when I called.”
Eddie lets out a winded laugh, hand still working over his dick.
“No shit, have you ever seen me working out?” He bites his lip. “Guess what I’m doing now, Stevie.”
“Oh, I know what you’re doing, baby. Having fun without me again, are you? Tsk-tsk .” Something in Steve’s voice makes Eddie pause. “It’s not fair, you know. When I can’t be there to see you, see how pretty and worked up you are for me.”
Steve Harrington will be the death of him.
“Fuck.” Eddie withdraws his hand and rolls onto his side, still hot all over, and a little embarrassed. “I just… I can’t stop thinking about… yesterday. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m thrilled that you’re thinking of me. Just… be a good boy for me and hold off until I see you again.”
Eddie’s entire body feels like an electric shock went through it. His dick twitches helplessly.
“You want me to…” Eddie lets out a shuddering breath. “To not touch myself all week?” He quickly does the mental math. That’s… five days. Five days of being constantly horny because there’s no way he’d be able to stop thinking about this call.
“I’m not a complete monster,” Steve replies teasingly. “You can do that. Scratch an itch, if you feel like. Just don’t let yourself come.”
“Oh my god.”
There’s no way he’d be able to do that. He’s always had zero patience when it came to getting himself off, but… maybe that’s kind of the whole point. The whole idea is frustrating in the best possible way, especially when he knows Steve’s getting off on this, on controlling him like this.
Eddie wonders how Steve came up with this. Was it an impromptu idea, just because he caught him like this? Or was he planning this all along? Did he fantasize about it? Jesus, he probably did. And he, Eddie Munson, has the power to please Steve like this… It’s fucking exhilarating.
“Eddie?” Steve’s voice breaks the silence. “Sweetheart. Talk to me. Color?”
“Green, holy shit. This is hot as fuck. I’m going to die,” Eddie laughs, a little hysterical. “Make sure to put it on my tombstone. Here lies Eddie Munson, who died of blue balls.”
The sound of Steve’s answering laughter in his ear makes Eddie’s insides all warm and squirmy.
“You’ll survive. You want to get your reward at the end of it, don’t you?”
Eddie perks up. “Reward?” He grins. “I’m listening.”
“Nuh-huh. It’s a surprise.”
“But…”
“No buts.”
Eddie sighs dramatically.
“Oh, and Eddie?”
“Hmm?”
“Good luck tomorrow. With the job. You’re gonna rock it.”
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pleasantlycrazyworld · 2 years ago
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what about headcannons for what kinks eddie billy and steve have
I hope you enjoyed! Please don't hesitate to share what you think their kinks are :) Request are open! If you did like it please reblog and comment <3 Reblogging is so so SO important
Eddie:
Biting
A switch
Loves for you to leave scratches
Into you pulling his hair
Loves to leave his mark (usually hickeys everywhere)
Wants you to mark him too
Sort of into choking
Into slight bondage...I mean he does have those handcuffs...
Likes to cum in you whether that's your mouth or your hole
Dirty talk!!!
Steve:
Orgasm denial/ having control over your pleasure
Face sitting
Into pulling your hair and having you pull his hair
HUGE into praise
But also into slight degradation
Into handjobs while you make out
Daddy kink
Breeding kink (obviously!)
even if he can't get you pregnant he wants to cum deep in you
Billy:
Loves power play
He is dom
Into bondage
Into roughness
Likes to see you beg and cry for him
Likes to use toys for spanking
Pulls your hair
Has a daddy kink....and a secret mommy kink
He's top until he finds his match
Will fight for dominance and that's a huge turn on
Likes to see you think you can control him
Prefers to cum on you, likes to make a mess
Degradation but also praise when he's in a softer mood
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bunnyanqel · 11 months ago
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Touch Me (Everywhere)
Summary: Cherry's love language has always been touch—hugs, kisses, shoulder massages. Anything and everything. And she just can't help herself when she realizes how touch-starved and feral Eddie is for the smallest bit of affection. If it gets her wetter than Niagara Falls, well, that's her business.
Warnings: nsfw content, MDNI, 18+ , oral sex, handjob, profanity, drug use, dirty talk, praise kink, crying, dacryphilia
。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚。 also on AO3 !  ゚・。・゚
One thing about Eddie Munson that wasn’t public knowledge but anyone could see if they paid enough attention was he was touch starved. It wasn’t really obvious to Cherry at first, what with her used to physical touch as currency, but it became obvious after her first few encounters with him.
His hugs lingered like he never wanted to let go, like he’d never get his fill. He always found ways to be touching everyone, not in a sexual harassment sort of way but in a desperate puppy begging for attention manner. His hands found hips, played with fingers, toyed with hair. Any excuse to touch—and to be touched—he found with relish. He soaked it in like a sponge in a bath, and, because Cherry was ridiculously head-over-heels in lust with him, it was making her think very bad thoughts. Very, very, very bad.
Like how his pupils would blow so big if she yanked at his hair. Like what pretty, broken hungry little noises would escape him if she sucked on his neck. Like how desperately he’d cling to her if she sat on his lap and rubbed her pussy all over his erection. She was fairly certain he’d die if she sank down onto his dick, and the idea made her shudder all over.
Those dangerous, perverted thoughts filled her days and nights, haunting her when she slept and teasing her when she saw him in the daylight. While she usually had no issue perusing sex with men, she was hesitant, reluctant, to ask it of Eddie simply because he was, well, Eddie. A good friend, a sweet guy, and she’d rather saw off her left tit that ruin his sweet, endearing smiles with the awkwardness that came from intimacy. She’d seen it too many times and couldn’t bear to watch him erect that wall or, worse, come to her only to get an orgasm or two.
Today the dreams—nightmares, really—seemed that much more worse, leaving her cranky and her nerves more than frayed. Last night’s dream had been Eddie braced above her, rolling his hips, tormenting her with every inch of his hot cock, striking her deep and just shy of painful. She’d wept when she realized it hadn’t been real and wept again after she’d frantically gotten herself off with her trusty vibrator, legs shaking.
Willing away the memory of her eye-rolling, leg-trembling orgasm last night that had made her pass out a little after three A.M., she lifted a trembling, weak fist to Eddie’s trailer door and knocked.
She leaned back to ease some of the ache in her feet from getting off a six hour shift at the local mini mart, and she was grateful she could dress however she liked, the only stipulation close-toed shoes. At least she was comfortable and cute in a skirt and pull-over hoodie.
When Eddie pulled the door open, his expression shifted to absent confusion, and she caught the reek of marijuana on him. Oh, he’d been smoking; if the smell didn’t give him away then it was the bloodshot eyes and peals of smoke lingering behind him did.
“Oh,” he said dryly, his gaze more than hazy.
She raised an eyebrow, reigned her initial gut reaction to be offended and affronted, and forced her voice to be calm and collected, as though he hadn’t hurt her feelings.
“What do you mean ‘oh’?” she asked sourly and placed her hands on her hips.
“Harrington didn’t text you, huh?” He leaned against the doorframe, rumpled and casual as she’d ever seen him, and she swallowed hard at the sight of his arms, bare because of the tank top he was wearing. All that pallid, inked-up skin that she wanted to rake her nails over and see the pink welts raise up and then trace them with her lips and tongue.
“Why? What’s happened?”
He hacked wet and loud, painful, into his fist, his chest rising and falling, and when he met her eyes, his were watery. Definitely high as hell right now, but his voice was shockingly and unexpectedly steady when he spoke. “He cancelled, babygirl. Mommy and Daddy showed up unexpectedly so he’s gotta play nice, Nancy was pulled into an emergency shift with Johnathon, the kiddos got grounded for some shenanigans and Robin’s sick.” A pause. “So unless you wanna spend the day by yourself with me—”
“I can’t think of a better way to spend the day, baby.”
He looked at her then, his expression tight, jaw tight, and the loveliest pink flush creeping from his neckline up when he looked away. It spread to the tops of his cute little ears, and she wanted to bite him there. See him shiver from her mouth on his skin.
Without a word, he backed up and disappeared into the depths of the trailer, and she followed his path, closing the door behind her.
The aroma—or stench, depending on what tightwad you asked—of marijuana flooded from Eddie’s bedroom as she kicked off her sneakers and made her way down the dim corridor. At his doorway, she hesitated and stepped in, taking in the mounds of clothes on the floor, the teetering walls of dog-eared, thread-barren hardback D&D books and paperbacks and Eddie, sprawled across his crumpled sheets on his back, joint pinched between his fingertips.
Lazily, he peered up at her but didn’t say anything before bringing the joint back to his lips, swallowing the smoke and letting out several deep, stomach-clenching coughs that made her own eyes water.
Her gaze snagged on his hair, damp and almost black from a shower, untamed and wild. It dripped a patch down his back when he sat up. “
Let me do your hair,” she said.
His hair was gorgeous but it needed more TLC than he gave it. No conditioner, no combing, no product—it was a pitiful sight. Her own hair, well-moisturized ringlets the bounced around her face, shuddered in fear.
“Hm?”
“Hair, baby. Lemme do it.” Her heart skittered a bit when she said that because she knew a lot of different situations those three words could be applied to, and every single one that passed through her head was dirtier than the last. Her hands on his belt, his cock notched between the wet folds of her pussy, her mouth wrapped around his dick.
“Sure,” he muttered absently, eyelids flagging as he rooted around on the floor before producing a half-used bottle of deep conditioner and a wide tooth comb.
She climbed up onto the bed behind him, and the warmth of his skin through his shirt made her heartbeat quicken. It also made her clit pulse, and her nipples bead behind the thin lace of her flimsy bralette that more for comfort than support.
Up close, he smelled like Axe and marijuana, though one was definitely stronger and it wasn’t the body-wash, and her pulse throbbed in her ears as she began to separate his hair into sections, tying each one off with a ponytail scrounged off the floor. Then she began her diligent work, smoothing conditioner through the wayward curls and then tackling the tangles with the comb.
The entire time, she was acutely and painfully aware of how he all but melted as soon as she’d sat behind him, the joint having been stubbed out into a precariously-positioned ashtray beside him. It was like every single muscle in his body had been replaced by jell-o, or maybe he’d been a cat in his past life.
His hand rubbed up and down her knee, absentmindedly, like he didn’t realize he was doing it, and the wake of his calloused fingers sparked fire in her cunt. Every pass made her tense and she fought the urge to squirm. Fought the desire to throw away the brush and beg him to finger-fuck her.
He started humming softly, some metal song she didn’t recognize, as she combed through his hair, watching the curls soak up the conditioner and spring back to life, clumping together beautifully. It really was a shame he didn’t give his hair the proper care it deserved; it was simply too gorgeous not to. The fact that it was attached to him was simply just icing on the horny cake.
“You know,” she croaked finally as she moved onto the second section, satisfied with the way the first gleamed and coiled around itself, “it’s funny.”
He shifted, languidly peering back at her for a second before settling once again, his damned hand still rubbing. “Hm?”
“You. You’re just like a pussy cat. You act big and bad outside this trailer but the minute someone touches you, you fall apart.” The words escaped breathlessly, and it wasn’t her fault that she was imagining him falling apart in a very different way. Preferably naked and buried all the way in her pussy.
“A pussy, huh?” he muttered, his voice barely a rasp, but it sent a zap to her swollen clit and equally hard nipples.
“Uh-huh.”
Unable to curb herself, she caught his hand on the upstroke and ran her fingers up his wrist, letting her nails drag along the tattoos littering his bicep and forearm, and watched with avid interest as he shuddered violently and went scarlet beneath her fingertips. The blush spread everywhere—the back of his neck, his face, his arms.
She wet her lips and saw how his eyes traced the move. “Can I—can I keep touching you, baby? Can I make you feel good?” she asked and wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed with how desperate she sounded, how her voice cracked one each word, or how it squeaked at the end when his fingers tightened on her knee.
“Uh-huh.”
In an instant, she was on him, dragging him against her chest and delving her hands beneath his tank top. Hot, satin-soft skin met her fingertips, and a loud, throaty noise burbled out of her throat at the way he groaned. The back of his neck looked too tasty to pass up, so she pushed his tank top off and peppered the red skin with kisses and bites.
With her thighs bracketing him, she was free to use her hands everywhere—and everywhere they went. They rubbed along his sides and toyed with his pleasure trail, teased his nipples just to hear the high-pitched pleasured yelp. She ran her palms up and down his chest, relishing in the way he squirmed and sobbed.
“Such a good pretty little boy,” she murmured against the back of his ear as she dragged her tongue to trace the tiny tattoo there. “So sensitive and you’re making so much noise for me, and it’s—it’s making me so fucking wet.” To prove her point, she hiked up her skirt, crammed a hand down her panties and shuddered violently at her own touch, her finger grazing her swollen clit, slippery with all of her wetness. Then she pulled her hand out and offered it to Eddie, watching as he dove down on her finger, wrapping his mouth hungrily around it.
Gathering his hair out of the way, she hesitated. “Can I mark you up, baby boy?” she asked, happiness flooding her when he nodded frantically, his tongue laving and his lips sucking at her fingers, tasting her. And he liked it, if the way his pajama bottoms were tented to the tenth degree was any indication. His cock was hard and seemed to strain the stretchiness of his pajama fly, so embarrassing and obvious, it made her pussy squeeze itself.
He had no finesse, no self-consciousness about how desperate he was for her touch, and she’d never known how much it would turn her on. Her head spun with it as she sucked at the skin clamped between her teeth, working a bruise onto the reddened skin.
“Can I touch your cock, baby boy?”
His eyes rolled back to her, wild and feral, and he groaned around her finger, sucking at it frantically like a nipple. “Uh-huh,” he choked out when she squeezed his bony hip.
“How’re you feeling?” she whispered against the back of his neck, licking a stripe against the hickey she’d left and working on a new one. When they were done, he’d have a myriad to admire, that was sure.
“L-like—uh! F-f-fuuuuck!” He was writhing, hips jerking, and with a shaking, frantic hand, he shoved his pajama bottoms down enough to reveal his cock. No longer than seven inches, fat, cut, covered in thick, heavy veins and protruding from a thatch of bushy curly pubic hair, it was beautiful and rock-hard, slapping against his tummy. “Like I might—ugh—d-die if you don’t—if I don’t—please, wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad. Feels so fuckin’—fuckin’—good.” His voice wobbled as he sobbed, tears wetting his bloodshot eyes.
She wrapped her hand around his dick, and he all but screamed, throwing his head back, mouth hanging open and eyes unseeing. Slowly, she dragged her palm down, relishing in the hot, silken skin, and pressed a kiss to his throat.
“You got lube, honey? Get you nice—”
Before she could finish, he jolted out of her arms and yanked open the bedside table drawer, ripping the drawer open and slapping it into her palm, mumbling and begging and pleading so pretty for her.
He clawed at her thighs, melting when she poured a liberal amount onto his cock head, the excess pooling in his pubic hair, streaming in thick rivulets down the shaft of his cock. “Uh, uh, uh. P-pl-please, please, I’ll do—uh! Anything. Just make me—just—please.”
She rubbed her breasts against his back, shuddering at the sensation, the heat and solidness of his body, and wiggled her hips as she curled a fist around his cock and began to pump it. Up and down, up and down, it slid in and out of her fist, slick squelches filling the room as he fucked her hand.
As she worked him over, fisting his cock, alternating her gaze between his flushed, tear-stained, snotty face as he sobbed and cried and the red cock in her palm, she couldn’t stop herself from whispering in his ear. About how pretty he looked, so red and teary-eyed. How big and hard his cock felt in her hand, fucking it. How wet her pussy was just from hearing his whining and whimpering, feeling his shaking against her, and she let his hand delve into her panties. Found her sopping wet. He moaned even louder than before and pinched her clit.
“If—oh, fuck—if you’re this needy for my hand, imagine what it’ll do to when you when I want in you in my cunt. All night. Your cock in my pussy all night.”
He jerked, almost clipping her in the chin.
“I’m gonna—fuck, fuck fuck! I’m gonna—need—oh shit!” He turned his head, revealing a face wet with sweat and tears and drool, and stared at her with wet, big brown eyes.
She’d never been more turned on in her entire life.
With a loud, hoarse moan, he kissed her so hard, her lips hurt and their teeth clicked together, tongue-fucking her mouth with his, and went still as he came, cum dripping down his belly and onto her knuckles, onto his sweatpants. He moaned, quivering, sobbing against her as he went limp.
“Ssh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” she whispered as he twisted in her grasp and buried his face in her neck, his breathing wet and heavy. He trembled against her as he came down slowly from such an intense orgasm, and she felt the minute he came back to normal, his entire body relaxing.
After about thirty minutes of just lying there, soaking in one another's presence, he shifted and when he pulled back, he had a feral hungry look. “Can I eat you out?” he begged.
No sooner had she nodded, he was on his knees, yanking her to the edge of the bed, and pushing her soaked panties to the side.
Cherry lay on her back and closed her eyes, smiling.
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reddie-ao3feed · 8 months ago
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the group chat
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dpWRr4D by panties_on_boys Words: 4314, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie Tozier, Beverly Marsh, Stanley Uris, Ben Hanscom, Mike Hanlon, Bill Denbrough Relationships: Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak & Richie Tozier, Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon, Ben Hanscom/Beverly Marsh Additional Tags: college au reddie, Richie Tozier - Freeform, Eddie Kaspbrak - Freeform, reddie smut, Smut, Porn What Plot, First Time, virgin, Love Confession, stan is catty, he’s tired of this shit grandpa, but it’s too damn bad, anyway, Blowjobs, Seven Minutes In Heaven, Minor Bill Denbrough/Mike Hanlon, Dirty Talk, eddie sort of doms, not really but he’s confident, this is brave of me, because in every other fic i’ve ever written, eddie is a pillow princess that gets talked to, richie loves praise, SO, Praise Kink, face fucking, Masturbation, Lots of dialogue, Richie Tozier Has a Big Dick, Bisexual Richie Tozier, Gay Eddie Kaspbrak, 20s reddie read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/dpWRr4D
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eddiernunson · 1 year ago
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"Do You Want One?" | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+ | PREVIEW
NOW POSTED
Summary: your cousin shows you around Hawkins High for your first day, and is surprised to say the least when her sweet cousin hooks onto Eddie Munson. Just seeing him brings a swoop to your stomach you've never quite felt before, and become desperate for more of him.
Warnings: late bloomer!reader, virgin!reader, mentions never having experienced lust of the sort or really understanding what it is, corruption!kink, little praise, taking of virginity, slight perv!eddie
Authors' note: I, myself didn't feel any sort of sexual attraction or lust until i was 15/16. I tried to write the reader innocent without being infantilized. Also, these photos are for aesthetics only, not much of the reader is described.
Word Count of the Sneak Peak: 879
Here it is, a sneak peak of my corruption!kink fic:
Eddie doesn’t ignore the way you subtly avoid eye contact from him, shyly looking at your near bare thighs. By the way, were you trying to get a rise out of him with this wonderfully slinky dress you’re wearing? The moment you crawled into his van he was overthrown by your sweet perfume and the way your dress slinks over your gorgeous curves. It’s too hard, impossibly hard, to resist leaning in for your sweet scent, to nuzzle his nose in your neck. The idea that you don’t want to leave the intimacy of the van any more than he does is enough to bring the urge to readjust the crotch of his jeans.
By the time he pulls up into the far corner of the lot, turning on his radio so it connects with the movie mid-beginning credit scene, you take in the way there’s sparce vehicles, spread apart sporadically. Well, you wanted intimate. You wanted close, now you got it. His freshly showered self with the mix of his cologne just adding fuel to the ever-increasing fire.
This fire suddenly sends the need to squeeze your legs together, not completely understanding the feeling, but there’s an inkling. An instinct that on some level you know what it is, but no one ever warned you it could be this intense.
The first act of the movie is shared by you and Eddie laughing at the same jokes together, grabbing candy from his hands when he offers it. You sip on a straw in a glass coke bottle, if only to calm the nerves combined with heat that has completely overshadowed any sense you seem to have. Eddie leans back comfortably in his fabric covered seat, a hand landing on your bare thigh.
Oh, that turned up the heat several notches. It starts to become clearer that this heat is what can now be more clearly defined as a want. A want for…more of his hands, further up, him, close to you. Closer.
As your thighs tense and clench under his touch, Eddie can’t hold back any more like he planned. His other hand is tucked under your chin, lifting your big eyes to look up at his. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, your mouth parting as you look up at him with stars in your eyes. “Can I?”
Your eyebrows furrow, breath stuttering as you peer up at him. You nod your head, glancing to his shiny pink lips. Every inch of air is tugged from your lungs as he leans forward, lips open as he places them on yours.
Eddie had every intention on kissing you delicately, the way he knows you deserve to be kissed, gently and patiently. As soon as the whimper leaves your throat and into his mouth, he forgets his good intentions. The kiss turns dirty, fast, the pressure of his spread hand increasing in the best fucking way, making your body involuntarily towards him.
Just when you’re enjoying the feeling of his tongue against yours, mewling pathetically against his lips, Eddie starts to kiss down your throat. You sigh, leaning back as that heat finally gains a resolve. Oh, god you were horny. Is that what that is? No wonder teenage boys are such perverts.
The combination of teeth and tongue is everything you needed and more every muscle feeling like jelly as he’s so damn good at it. Eddie licks a strip up to your ear, a startled and blissful moan filling up the car. He skips right past the pleasantries, past any inclination that you were anything other than wild for each-other. “You ever touch yourself, sweetheart?”
Only God knows why, but the dirty sentence just makes you hungrier for him, more eager. However, the answer to that jarring question is an honest and stuttered, “no.”
 Eddie separates from you, giving you a look, you can’t quite place. “Wait, really?” You confirm it, breathing heavily, gasping as his eyes visibly darken. “So, you’ve never cum before?”
The sentence makes your eyes widen, gulping at that gorgeous face of his. You think you know what he means, but you still need clarification.
“Orgasm, princess. Have you ever had an orgasm?” He asks, a hand placed on your cheek as he watches your reaction.
Oh. That’s what you thought. That’s an absolute and definitive, “no.”
His fingers increase their pressure, a reflex of from his reaction. God, you’re more innocent than he even knew. The idea of even teaching you what it means to get off sends a swoop through his gut, picturing you looking at him with those wide eyes as he corrupts you.
God, does he want to corrupt you. He wants to corrupt every inch of you, turn you into someone who begs him to skip class so you can guzzle on his cock. The way you stare up at him waiting for a response, eyes glazed over as you wait for him to continue kissing you, as if you don’t even remember you’re at a drive in to begin with.
His cock has never hurt so much from the blood rushed to it, probably an angry red at this point.
“Can I give you one?” He asks, thumb starting to rub on your bottom lip again.
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Im so sorry it's so little, but I'm truly proud of the smut in this fic... I didn't want to give it all away. My editor currently has a lot on her plate, so I'm not quite sure when she'll be able to post it. If you want to be tagged when the full 11kish is posted, just me know.
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forays-into-fiction · 2 years ago
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Bambi
Eddie thinks he’ll be the one to corrupt her, little does he know she’s already kinkier and more depraved than his wildest dreams.
Eddie x Bambi Masterlist
Minors DNI
I keep getting carried away with these, this is over 7000 words! I tried to balance fluffy, sweet and goofy with filthy, smutty and kinky, hopefully I pulled off the combo and it’s not too cringy lol.
@hard-candy-writing​ is to blame for this one, she put the idea in my head with this post and I just ran with it. It’s maybe not quite exactly the same as that post, but still in the same spirit. Also, check out her fics too they’re brilliant!
Contains: Perv!Eddie/Not So Innocent!Girly!Reader, Fluff, Mutual Masturbation, Corruption Kink, Unprotected Sex, Sex Toys, Bondage/Handcuffs, Mentions of Oral/Hints of Oral Fixation, Cum Eating, Dirty Talk, Honorifics/ Petnames (Sir, Bambi, Baby, Sweetheart, Princess), Collaring, Praise Kink, The Slightest Degredation/Name-calling (Slut), Dom!Eddie/Sub!Reader
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You practically skip over to his table where he sits surrounded by the rest of the Hellfire Club. Eddie can’t imagine what you’d want with him as you approach him, all frills and ruffles, your hair tied into pigtails with little bows. You come to stand beside him bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands clasped together in front of you over your little, pleated snow-white skirt.
“Hi Eddie!” Your tone sweet as sugar, giving him a bright, dazzling smile.
“Uh… hi there, sweetheart. What can I do for you?” He asks, eyeing you quizzically.
“I was wondering if you’d wanna go out for milkshakes with me?” You ask shyly glancing down, toying with the charm bracelet around your wrist. What Eddie doesn’t realise though, is that your eyes end up glued to his little handcuff belt buckle as your mind races… wondering if he’d have an actual set of cuffs or if that was just part of his ‘style’.
He looks at you sceptically, “Me? You wanna go out… with me?” he points to his chest.
You look back up at him giggling, “Duh, silly that’s why I asked you.”
“Really? This isn’t some kind of joke or something?” His eyes narrow at you.
It breaks your heart to hear him say that, “Of course not, that would be horrible! I would never do that!” You insist, pouting at him.
“Alright. If you say so.” He shrugs, still can’t believe his ears.
“Ok, so I guess I’ll meet you by your van after school?”
“Yeah, sure.” He replies unconvinced.
“Ok, well bye guys! See you later Eddie!” You wave to the group before bouncing away.
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He spends the whole day thinking this had to be some sort of prank, there’s no way you’d actually be waiting for him. But lo and behold there you are leaning against the side of his van at the end of the day, he watches as you bend to peer in a sidemirror, reapplying your lip-gloss and smacking your lips.
As you stand back upright you catch sight of him, grinning and waving with your arm stretched up high, calling his name excitedly. He almost has to pinch himself, he can’t believe his eyes.
“So… milkshakes, was it?” He confirms as he approaches you.
“Yes, please.” You nod hopping into his van as he holds the door open for you.
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The pair of you sit in the diner in a booth opposite one another, he orders chocolate, you order strawberry. When your milkshakes arrive, topped with whipped cream and cherries, Eddie picks his cherry off placing it beside his glass on a napkin. 
You pluck the cherry off of yours popping it between your lips, humming in delight, “Mmmh, my favourite.” Then swiping a finger through the cream and sucking it off the tip. 
Eddie gapes at you, you can’t know what you’re doing right, there’s no way, but you barely notice his reaction. You eye his cherry greedily, “You gonna eat that?” You point to it.
Eddie chokes in response, “Nope… uh, all yours.”
“Thanks.” You reply swooping in to steal it off his napkin without hesitation.
He’d never tell you, but he’d actually been saving the cherry for last.
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He soon finds that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his little princess. All too quickly becoming your personal chauffeur anywhere you wanted to go. He’d even let you listen to all your girly pop music, just to see how happy it made you. Not that he’d ever even pretend to like it, but he tolerates it, for you.
Until one day when you suggest, “Hey, Eds. Why don’t we listen to some of your music for a change?”
And he leaps at the chance, scrambling to find one of his cassettes popping it in for you. He’s surprised to find you actually like it, as you nod along, tapping your foot to the beat.
“What’s this song, Eds?” You hum curiously.
“Oh, uh it’s called Rainbow in the Dark, it’s by Dio.”
“Oh, like on your back patch, right?” You ask eagerly.
His chest swells more than he thought possible, full of happiness, “Yep that’s right, sweetheart. Can’t believe you remember things like that.”
“Is this the sort of music your band plays?”
“Yeah, I guess kinda.” He shrugs.
“Maybe I could come see you guys play at that bar you guys perform at.” You suggest hopefully.
He shakes his head, “Oh, no, no, no sweetheart The Hideout isn’t the type of place for you and plus it’s on a school night.”
You pout in response, going to protest, “But…”
Your protests die on your lips as he offers, “But you could come to band practice… if you wanted.”
“Really? That’s perfect, thanks Eds.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t think to invite you sooner. I guess I just thought you wouldn’t be into it.”
“Of course I’m into it. You’re my boyfriend, why wouldn’t I want to support you?”
He jerks in his seat, stuttering awkwardly, “I’m your… your boyfriend?”
Your stomach drops, was it too early, you’d only been on a handful of dates, this’d be your fourth, “Oh, uh yeah… unless… unless you don’t want to be…”
“No! I mean I do… want to be your boyfriend… want you to be my girlfriend … I just… it’s… never-mind. Yeah, I’m your boyfriend.” He settles back into the seat goofy grin plastered across his face.
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When you get to your destination, he leaps out trotting around the hood of the van to open your door for you as usual, offering you his hand to help you down. You giggle and take his hand, he shuts the door behind you and you lead him away from the van, his hand still clasped in yours.
An idea strikes him all of a sudden, tugging on your hand gently and spinning you to face him. He’s blurting out, stumbling over his words, “Uhhhh, hey sweetheart, I know it’s not really your style or whatever, but uh… I want… now you’re like officially my girlfriend I want to… to give you something. Show everyone you’re mine.”
He fishes around under the collar of his shirt as he speaks. You bite your lip, without even knowing it, he’s got you pegged right from the start. You wanna be his, let everyone know it, let him claim you.
He pulls out his guitar pick necklace and twists your hand so that it faces palm up. He drops the pick into your hand, slowly lowering the chain to coil up alongside it.
He looks into your eyes nervously, hand reaching up to rub the back of his neck “You don’t have to wear it or anything if you don’t want. I can get you something better once I save a bit more money-”
You cut him off with a short kiss to his lips, before slipping the chain over your head, squealing, “No! Eddie, I love it! I’m going to wear it all the time!”
He stares down at your chest as his pick settles between your breasts, wrapped up as they are in your snug, little pink cardigan before gazing back up at you.
He breathes out a sigh of relief, she likes it, thank fucking Christ, he thinks to himself with a dopey grin. Floating back down to earth his grin fading slightly, but not disappearing, he clears his throat, “Alright, come on let’s go before we’re late for the movie.”
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He swaps positions with you now taking the lead, making sure he stands curb-side as he pulls you to walk alongside him. You tug on his arm and he pauses turning to you as you speak, “Wait… I wanna give you something too.”
You reach into your hair tugging on the end of a ribbon, you’d had wrapped around like a headband. It falls away and you bring his hand closer to you, looping it around his wrist beside the chain bracelet that’s already there and tying a bow.
He glances down, watching your nimble fingers working the soft, pink material. It stands out on his arm, a pop of colour amidst the darkness. He feels like his heart is about to burst out of his chest, still can’t believe any of this is real.
He stares at his wrist for a beat, before you break him out of it, “Ok, now let’s go.”
“Yeah, sure thing Bambi.” He mumbles.
He’d started in with that nickname a little while ago, but you’re still not quite sure why. All the little nicknames he called you brought you so much joy. Every ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘princess’… you cherished them all.
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Despite being your boyfriend now, he’d never felt like more of a perv than when he’s around you. He wants to take it slow with you, not rush you into anything you’re not comfortable with. 
However, he finds he can’t contain himself, stealing your dirty panties, peeping on you in the shower, jerking off into your lotion imagining you rubbing it into your skin the next day.
When you offer up your shower to him one day with a, ‘…why don’t you just shower here, silly. I don’t mind’, he does the same with your body wash this time. He’s surrounded by you, your scent, absolutely falling to pieces.
The smell of you clings to him for the rest of the day, can’t resist twisting his hair in front of his face, smelling your shampoo grinning stupidly. He ends up jerking off about three more times that day.
He feels conflicted about it though, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like that, cute, innocent little y/n. There’s a part of him that wants to corrupt you, give in to all his devilishly, sinful thoughts, have his way with you. But it’s wrong, so wrong and the guilt eats him up.
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It takes a while before you convince him to let you visit him at his place, he’s never been embarrassed about where he lives per se but when he compares his trailer to your perfectly, picturesque white picket fence suburbia he feels he doesn’t quite measure up. You on the other hand couldn’t care less.
“Oh, look Eds! A puppy!” You squeal pointing at the dog behind the fence trotting off to get a closer look, dirtying your white trainers in the mud without even noticing.
You bend at the waist offering your hand for the dog to sniff before scratching at its head. Your skirt rides up and flutters with a gust of wind, Eddie catches sight of the black ink at the junction of your hip, eyes bulging out of his skull, almost choking on his own tongue, “You have a tattoo?!”
“Mhmm.” You hum distractedly, fully focused on the dog in front of you.
“Can… can I see it?”
“Oh, yeah sure.” You stand turning to face him.
You scan the street for any potential witnesses, seeing none, you flip your skirt up, the little, trussed up kitten on full display beside your little lilac and white polka dot panties. Eddie chokes out a gasp, barely getting a glimpse at it before he’s rushing over to you pulling your skirt back down to cover you, “Bambi, you can’t just do that in the middle of the street!” He shrieks in a pitchy voice.
“What, why not? There’s no one here.”  You protest, his hand grips your wrist and he’s dragging you into his trailer.
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As soon as he gets you inside, he rounds on you, answering, “Anyone could see you out there, you don’t know the kinda pervs that live here!”
“Awww, you one of those pervs Eds?” You giggle.
He splutters, “What? No! Why would you think that?”
“It’s ok, I’m only teasing.” You prod at his shoulder, “Hey, uh I wanted to ask… um, can I paint your nails?” You give him your very best puppy dog eyes.
He looks down at you quizzically, “Uh, why?”
“I think it’d look hot, especially with your rings. Don’t worry I got black, got it special just for you.”
“Oh, sweetheart that’s adorable, you got it just for me?”
You nod eagerly, “Uhh huh. What do you think? Can I?”
He smirks, “You really think it’d be ‘hot’?”
“Yeah, sooo hot Eds, you have no idea.”
“Ok then. Did you wanna do it now?” He concedes.
“Yes, please!” You bounce, unable to contain your excitement and he chuckles at you.
“Come on, let’s head into my room then.”
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He leads the way and you trail along behind him, he’d tidied up his room specially for you, hiding away a few choice items he thought you shouldn’t see. You don’t notice when he stiffens a little as he realises there’s something he missed. He spots a pair of your panties, stained with his cum poking out from under his bed he surges forward kicking them further under before doing an odd twirl spreading his arms and shouting a little louder than necessary, “Well, this is it!”
You grin at him, looking around the room you announce, “It’s great Eds, very you, I like it.”
Slipping your little powder blue backpack off your shoulders, setting it down on his bed and digging through it to pull out that bottle of black nail polish. You hold it up triumphantly before sitting on the edge of his bed, waving him over, “ You got some tissues or something around, don’t wanna ruin my skirt.”
“Yeah, just a sec.” He mumbles rushing off.
You take another glance around his room, giddy with excitement, you were in his room, on his bed.
He tumbles back in clutching a box of tissues, thrusting it into your arms, “Here ya go.”
You set the box down beside you, pulling a couple out and laying them over your thigh before looking up at him, “Sit please. On the floor, just there would be good.” You spread your legs a little giving him a space to slot into in front of you.
“Oh… uh… ok I guess.” He sinks to the floor on his knees.
“Thank you.” You grin at him sickly sweet. “Now I just need your hand.”
He nods offering you one and you grip it gently, bringing it to rest on your thigh over the tissue there. His fingers tremble slightly, breath catching in his throat as you let go of his hand leaving it there to open the nail polish. 
He’s suddenly hyperaware of his position between your legs, his hand on your thigh. His thoughts drift to the panties under his bed as a blush spreads over his cheeks, down his neck and his dick swells between his legs.
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You get to work painting his nails, tongue poking out between your teeth in concentration. When you finish one hand you bring it up to your lips, blowing over his fingers gently. His eyes dart between your glossy lips and your eyes, he has to fight back a moan.
“Next please! And careful with that hand it’s not going to be completely dry yet. Don’t want it to smudge.” You instruct him.
He nods mutely, painted hand dropping to rest on the bed beside you, you grab at the other and repeat the process.
“All done!” You hum smiling at him, “Now you gotta let them dry, you can blow on ‘em too. How about we put on one of your records and just relax for a bit?” You suggest.
He nods in agreement and you extricate yourself from your spot on the bed. Moving over to his record player that you’d spotted earlier, flipping through his collection and picking out one at random you set it up. Music fills the room, through the crackly speaker and you flop back onto his bed. He remains on the floor beside you.
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You lean back sighing contentedly staring up at the ceiling when a thought occurs to you, propping yourself up on one arm you turn to him, “Hey, Eds?”
“Hmmm?”
“Why do you call me ‘Bambi’ all the time?”
“Well, it’s cause you’re all cute and innocent.” He states matter-of-factly.
“But I’m not though.” You pout back at him.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?”
“‘M not innocent, don’t know why everyone thinks I am.”
“But you are.” He insists.
“I’m not, you’ll see.” You protest.
He chuckles to himself, “Ok, sweetheart, if you say so.”
“You will see, next time we’re at my place. I promise.”
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He scrambles up the trellis outside your bedroom, hoisting himself onto the roof. Just as he pops his head around to peer into your window, hand raised to knock against the glass he sees you. Completely bare… scratch that, bare except for the frilly little panties tangled around your ankle and his guitar pick bouncing around between the swell of your breasts. 
His breath catches in his throat, did you forget that you had invited him over? He can finally get a good look at that tattoo on your thigh by your hip. A fluffy kitten, paws under its chin, all knotted up in baby pink rope, a shibari design, the tail end of the rope clasped in its mouth, golden bell hanging off of it, surrounded by berries and leaves. Cute and innocent but also so very filthy at the same time, his mouth waters at the sight.
You’re sitting atop your large stuffed white tiger, Mr Stripes as he recalls from when you’d spread out all your stuffies introducing them all to him by name, one by one. 
You’re thrusting away with abandon, grinding against the tigers back, clutching at the stuffed head in front of you, your head thrown back moaning wantonly. He can hear it even through the glass, then suddenly your eyes are drawn to the window and you spot him, crouched there staring at you slack jawed. 
You hop off the tiger eyes lighting up, your panties slip away onto the floor as you bounce over to the window calling out his name. Pushing it open you pull him in with a hand scrunched into the front of his shirt. 
He stumbles through the window and you drag him over to sit on the edge of your bed. He grabs for the nearest item to shove into his crotch, hiding his raging erection.
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“Wh-what’re you doing?” He gasps.
“Eddie don’t be silly, you know what I’m doing, I was just about to cum when you got here… can I… can I keep going?”
“Bambi, I don’t think I should… we shouldn’t…”
“Please, Eds wanna finish. I want you to watch.” You pout at him
“Fuck… I… ok, yeah you can finish.”
You squeal and kiss the tip of his nose, “Thank you. Now watch, ok… and you don’t need to hide behind Miss Flopsy ya know, I already know you’re hard.”
He glances down at his lap and realises he had in fact grabbed your fluffy, floppy eared bunny, slowly removing it and placing it to the side a little awkwardly.
You hop back on top of the stuffed tiger resuming the roll of your hips and bringing one hand up to tweak at your nipple as you look directly into his eyes. He balls his hands into fists at his knees, clenching and unclenching them, swallowing harshly his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.
You moan and whine grinding into the fuzz beneath you, when an idea springs to your mind, “Edddiieee… can you take your cock out for me, please? Wanna watch you touching yourself when I cum.”
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He splutters and chokes at your words, hesitating before he responds, despite everything in him screaming to do exactly what you just asked for, “Are you sure? Like really, really sure?”
You pout at him, “Yes Eds, I told you I’m not as innocent as everyone thinks I am, ok. Please I want this.”
“And you’re not just doing this to prove a point right? I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret.”
“No, Eddie please just let me watch you, let me give you a show.”
His hands fumble at his belt as he breaths out heavily, “Jesus Christ Bambi, where is all this coming from?”
“Hurry up Eds, need to see you, ‘m so close.”
He hurriedly pulls his cock free of its confines, his wet tip glistens and you gasp at the sight, “Yes Eddie, thank you.”
His hand glides up and down his length with ease, precum already bubbling up at the head adding to the slick shlucking sound that is produced as he fists his cock desperately, he’s almost embarrassed at how close he is already.
You moan encouragingly, “Such a pretty cock, look how pink it is… and shiny. Just wanna suck on it. Bet it’s sweet like a lolly, will you let me taste it?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… I’m gonna cum… you gonna cum with me Bambi?”
“God yes! Eddiiieee…” You wail as your hips move to match his pace, the dam inside you breaking and giving way to your body wracking orgasm. Your head thrown back, eyes rolling into your skull, hands digging into the stuffed toy beneath you in a vicelike grip as you ride it out.
“Fuck, y/n.” He groans coating his fist in his release as it sprays all over the blush pink duvet on the bed. He falls back limply, eyes drooping, gasping as he tries to catch his breath.
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You pant, chest heaving, as you look at his messy hand still clasped around his cock. You slide off the stuffed toy inching closer to him, you grasp his wrist pulling his hand up to your face. His eyes snap open, looking at you curiously. You lick away his thick, white cream, your tongue laving over each digit, paying extra special attention to his ring-clad fingers. He lets out a guttural moan and you suck his pointer finger all the way into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.
He pulls his hand away, gasping “Stop, stop. What are you doing?”
His reaction stings, an awful feeling settling in your belly… you’d done it again, gone too far. Tears well up in your eyes, and you blubber, “S-s-sorry…”
The urge to comfort you overtakes all else and he’s scooping you into his lap, completely forgetting that you’re totally naked, that he’s still got his pants rolled down, cock out. He pulls you against his chest, you press your face into the crook of his neck, shoulders shaking as he rubs your back soothingly.
“Hey, no, no, don’t cry. I should have stopped it sooner. You were too far gone, I should have known better.”
All at once he becomes acutely aware of your wet, puffy folds on top of him, his dick swelling in response… Oh god, no not now, not like this, not when she’s so distraught and crying… fuck… that’s it, he’s done for, he thinks.
“No, I’m sorry… I-I…”You whimper.
“Bambi, talk to me. Tell me how I can make it better.”
“Wh-what…?” You look up at him blinking away tears, “You’re… you’re not mad at me? You don’t think I’m gross?”
“What?! Why on earth would I think that?”
You can’t hold back the weepy tirade, and he lets you blubber on, “W-well my… my last boyfriend he… he couldn’t handle the stuff I was into either… he called me a freak, said he never wanted to see me again… an-and I tried to take it slow, hold back with you.”
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You take a big, shaky breath before continuing, “Didn’t wanna scare you o-off too… cause I really, really like you Eds… b-but you’ve barely even tried to touch me li-like that and we’ve been dating for weeks now… I was going crazy, I just had to do something.”
He holds up a hand huffing angrily, “Hold up. First of all, what do you mean ‘scare me off’, who said I can’t handle this? That was hot as fuck. And second of all, who the fuck was that creep, there has got to be something seriously wrong with him… if he-he…”
You cut him off squeezing his shoulder, “Eddie, it’s ok, it’s fine forget about him. Please, tell me why you stopped me. Why do you think we should have stopped sooner?”
“Come on Bambi, why do you think? Look at you always so cute and innocent. I shouldn’t corrupt you like that… I shouldn’t be dragging you down with me like this… turning you into some pervert.”
“Eddie, enough with the ‘cute and innocent’ stuff… and I can feel that, by the way. The way your dick twitched when you talked about ‘corrupting’ me…” You grind down on him and he whimpers hanging his head in shame.
“I’m sorry-”
“Don’t be, this is what I wanted, ok. Wait. Wait here a minute let me show you what I really mean.” You slide out of his grip trotting off into your walk-in wardrobe.
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You emerge carrying what you had affectionately dubbed the treasure chest, a moderately sized wooden box that you’d covered in stickers. You’d been dying to do a little show and tell with him, just like you had with all your stuffies. Again, in the interest of not scaring him off you’d held off, but now seemed a good a time as any to really make your point.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“More toys.” You grin at him.
“I thought you showed me all your toys, told me all their names and everything.”
“Yeah, I did show you all those toys, but I didn’t tell you everything about them. Let’s start there, ok? So, you saw me riding Mr. Stripes. He’s one of the best for that, firm but soft and fuzzy. Perfectly shaped cushion to sit on, something to grab on to, it’s like he was made for it.”
“Fuck, yeah saw the way you were bucking against him.” You notice his hand twitching, making slight moves towards his fat dick resting between his thighs.
You nod towards his crotch, “You can keep touching yourself if you want.”
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“God, sweetheart I don’t know if I can take much more of this. My poor little heart might just give out. How did you keep all of this hidden away for so long?”
“Told ya didn’t wanna scare you off, I care about you too much Eds. Anyway, Mr. Stripes was my favourite stuffie for a long time, but then you gave me my little Eddie Bear.”
He gasps, hand drifting towards his cock gripping it lazily, “Yeah, uhh huh. I remember Eddie Bear.”
He recalls the day he’d gifted that to you, he’d cut a small hole into the bear and fucked it ‘til he came deep inside. Stitching it up carefully afterwards so you’d never notice.
“And when you did, he smelled just like… you. And then I rode him so much, over and over, just thinking of you. So many times, ‘til he didn’t smell like you anymore. I was a bit sad about that, though.” You lament.
He groans, a rumbling sound deep from his chest, as he continues stroking his throbbing cock, thumbing at the tip, “Yeah, what else? Tell me more, Bambi.”
“Well, sometimes I like to make all the other stuffies watch while I ride one of them, but the really fun toys are in here…” You hold up the chest.
“What’s in there sweetheart, you gonna show me like you did with all your other toys?”
You nod eagerly, placing the box on the bed and take a seat in front of it cross-legged, he chuckles at you, “Um these ones don’t really have names… except one. That one is my absolute favourite! Do you want me to show you that one first?”
“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.” His hand drops to fondle his balls for a moment as you continue.
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You swing back the lid of the box on its hinges, holding so it blocks his view of everything inside, “Ok, so I call this my little treasure chest…”
“That’s cute, Bambi, I like that.” He remarks as you shuffle around the box in search of a particular item.
“Ok get ready, this one is called Mr. Flopsy…”
He grins at you, but that falters and his hand moves to squeeze the base of his cock firmly, eyes widening as you pull out a six-inch, translucent pink, sparkly rabbit vibrator, it’s almost the same circumference around as it is long. It’s not the most intimidating one in your collection but it is one of your favourites.
He inhales sharply before groaning out, “God fucking damn! That is not what I was expecting when you said ‘toys’. Jesus H Christ Bambi if you asked me yesterday, I wouldn’t have even thought you knew what one of those was!”
“Well, I do mister, so now do you believe I’m not just little Miss Innocent?”
He nods and hums in a strained way, “Uh huh, yep mm hmm.”
“So, see Mr. Flopsy is my favourite cause he’s all pink and sparkly and look a little bunny… that’s why I call him Mr. Flopsy.” You flick the ears on the toy and Eddie groans in response, just the thought of where those little ears have been drives him wild.
“He might not be the biggest in the collection, but he makes up for it in every other way.”
He resumes stroking along his length, whining, “Please can I see you use Mr. Flopsy?”
“Yeah, you really wanna?” You smile up at him sweetly, eyes lighting up.
“Fuck, absolutely sweetheart. You gonna do it for me?”
“Yes, but not now, there’s still a whole lot more to show you first.”
“Can’t we do that some other time?”
“Nope.” You reply cheekily.
“Ugh, do we have to go one by one though? Can’t you just dump it all out?” He groans frustratedly.
“Ok, I guess… for you, but you’ll have to help me pack up later.” You concede, tipping over the chest and letting everything tumble out.
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Piles of rope and collars and nipple clamps and chains and dildos and fuzzy handcuffs, and more, in all shades of pastel colours cascade over the bed. He drops his slick, leaky cock, wiping his hand off along the duvet before rummaging through the pile in front of him. His cock bobs up and down in his lap desperate for attention.
“Oh, this is so much better than anything I could have ever imagined. Who knew you were such a kinky, little…” He pauses abruptly, you can tell he’s holding back.
“Go on Eds, call me dirty names, tell me I’m a kinky, little slut… is that what you were going to say? ‘Cause I’ll be your little slut, all yours, just for you. I’ll be your little present all wrapped up in bows, let you tie me up, split me open on your cock…”
He cuts you off pulling you in by the back of your neck, his lips colliding with your own over the paraphernalia laying beneath you. You break apart breathlessly, whining “Need you Eds, please…”
He rushes to strip off his clothing, tossing his jeans clear across the room in his haste. He glances down into the items scattered before him, in search of something…
“You gonna tie me up?” You ask hopefully.
“Sorry, Bambi not this time…” he spots what he was looking for, “…but I will be using these… if that’s ok?” He holds up a pink, fluffy pair of handcuffs, dangling them off a finger.
“Oh, that is more than ok Eddie.”
“I’m going to guess you’re familiar with the traffic light system, right?”
You nod proudly, “Uh huh, sure am.”
“Good, we’ll use that for now, ok?”
“Ok, Eddie, all green from me.” You offer him your wrists without him even asking.
“Oh, what a good girl you are, but first I’m going to need you to make some room on the bed. Just scoop all of that back into its box and set it on the floor, we can deal with it later…” 
You nod mutely and do as you’re told while he continues, “… and you can tell me all about every little thing in there while we do. Your stuffies can stay and watch the show though.” He smirks at you.
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Once the bed is clear, you kneel in the centre, resting back on your heels, all your stuffies and flowery, fluffy pillows propped up behind you. You look up at him through your long lashes waiting with baited breath for his next move. He cups your cheek, caressing it with a thumb, “You wanna be my good girl, my good little slut?”
“Y-yes please. Can I… can I call you ‘sir’?”
“Oh, Bambi so precious, so cute… yes, you may call me ‘sir’.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Anything for you princess. Now, how would you like to be cuffed… hands behind your back or to your bed frame?”
“To the bed, please.” You scoot back closer to the head of the bed, bringing your knees to your chest and squishing up against the toys and pillows.
“Such good manners. Did your mummy and daddy teach you that? Are they home now?” Coming up beside you he guides your hands one at a time, first closing a fluffy cuff around one wrist, then looping it through the bed frame and cuffing the other hand.
You shake your head, sinking down into the mattress your legs falling open, “Nuh uh, they’ve gone out. Won’t be home for hours.”
He moves to rest between your spread legs, humming in your ear, a finger brushing stray wisps of hair away from your face. “Hmmm, that’s strange why did you tell me to come in through the backyard then? Why’d you ask me not to use the door?”
“‘Cause… ‘cause I wanted you to catch me, thought maybe if you did…” You trail off distracted by his breath heating the side of your face.
Drawing back slightly he questions, “What did you think sweetheart? Did you think I wouldn’t be able to control myself? That I’d just take you right there as soon as I saw you?”
“Maybe… something a little like that.” You admit shyly.
“Well, aren’t you lucky then, that worked out quite nicely for you, didn’t it? I think it was very naughty though, don’t you?” He teases with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“Sir?”
“I think someone needs to be… punished.” He proceeds cautiously.
“No, sir please I’ll be good. I’m your good girl remember.”
He gives you a slightly concerned look, “Colour?”
You grin back at him, “Green, sir.”
He runs a hand over your thigh, you shiver in response squeezing your legs together around him, “Ok, I have an idea… maybe more of a fun punishment. How’s that?”
“O-ok.” You agree shakily.
He continues “Well, since you decided to tease me with Mr. Flopsy, how about I use him on you… but you’re not allowed to cum.”
You pout, “Aww, that’s not fair.”
“Ah, ah, thought you said you were going to be my good girl?” He tuts at you, “The next time you cum I want that tight little pussy wrapped around my cock. Want you to get it all wet and sloppy for me.”
“I-I can do that for you.” You assure him breathily.
“I know, just wait right there for me while I find Mr. Flopsy.” He leans over the edge of the bed and riffles through the ‘treasure chest’.
You giggle, jiggling the cuffs around your wrist, “I can’t go anywhere Eds.”
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“Ha got it!” He pulls out the toy holding it up proudly, before fiddling with the buttons on its base.
You’re practically shivering with anticipation as he cycles through the settings getting familiar with it. When he finds the button that makes the shaft thrust back and forth, with a gasp his head snaps to you, “I didn’t know it did that!”
You smirk at him, “Yeah, it’s good, isn’t it?”
“Why, don’t we see just how good it is, sweetheart?” He turns off the vibrations and the thrusting tip before making his way back to you. He trails the toy over your body slowly, lingering when he brings it up between your breasts alongside his guitar pick.
He looks up into your eyes, his pupils blown wide with lust, “Why don’t you start by getting Mr. Flopsy all nice and wet for me with your mouth?”
You nod in agreement and he holds the toy against your lips, they part. You lick up and down the shaft, letting your drool dribble all over it before wrapping your lips around the tip giving it a suck.
He groans in response as you try to take more of the shaft into your mouth. He pulls the toy away, “I think that’s enough now, are you still trying to tease me? Still being a naughty girl?”
You shake your head, “No just… just like having something to suck on. It feels good for me too… really like sucking on dick… ‘s like a little treat, like a lollipop, but better.”
“Fuuuuck, baby we are going to have to explore that a whole lot more soon-”
You interrupt him eagerly adding, “Balls! I like balls too! Wanna worship every inch of you Eds.”
A strangled groan escapes his lips, he grits his teeth, “God you really are gonna give me a heart attack ya know.”
“How’re… how’re you doing Eds?” You ask, checking in with him too.
“Oh, I’m green. I’m so fucking green I’m an emerald, ‘bout as hard as one too.”
You giggle at the comparison, “Well, come on let’s get to my… funishment then.”
“Oh, little princess thinks she can give orders now. Well, you’ll soon learn to be careful what you ask for, sweetheart.”
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He takes the slobbery toy and runs it through your folds, prodding at your clit a few times before turning it on. The vibrations start out gentle as he continues his motions, slowly he begins easing the toy into your slick entrance. You gasp at the intrusion, sighing as he eases it in further and further. The little rabbit ears press into your clit and he starts the vibrations on those to.
“Oh, Eddie feels so good.” You whine.
“Remember no cumming on your toy this time.” He warns.
“I promise Eds, I’ll be good.”
He groans along with you and increases the intensity of the vibrations, “Let me know when you’re close ok?”
“Yes, sir,”
He gives an experimental thrust with the toy gauging your reaction, your wrists pull on their restraints and you moan. He ups the intensity yet again before remembering the thrusting feature, he pushes the toy all the way in and you feel your wetness flood around it.
He starts the thrusting action of the toy then waves his hands around grinning, “Look Bambi, no hands.” 
Your giggle turns into a broken moan as he increases the speed of the thrusting toy inside you. His hands moving to cup your breasts, kneading them and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
Your hips begin to raise off the mattress, attempting to match the movements of the toy buzzing away inside you. You gasp, “Please, sir… please, please, please. I’m so close…”
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And then all at once all sensation is gone, ripped away from you right at the precipice as he removes the toy. You whine at the loss, hips still bucking away in search of more.
“Oh, I know, I know…” He coos down at you, pressing your hips back down into the mattress.
“Fuck… Eddie, please I need you. Please fuck me.”
“If only I knew what a little slut you really were, we could’ve been doing this ages ago, you know that right?” He switches off the toy and licks it clean of your juices before dropping it down on the bed beside you.
You whimper beneath him, “Yes, sir I know. ‘m sorry I made you wait. Please I need you now, we can make up for all the lost time.”
“Oh, my pretty little princess, we will be making up for it…” he growls before guiding his slick cock into your wet heat. He slams in all at once. The toy is nothing compared to him and his impressive length, but the preparation and all your arousal is enough to have him sliding in with ease.
He rests there for a moment gazing down at you, before checking in breathlessly, “You… hmmm… you good down there?”
You look up at him nodding, “… mhmmmm… perfect Eds, green.”
That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s pulling his hips back and slamming into you once more. “Don’t… don’t know if I’ll be able to last long… ya got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He manages to pant out. Head hanging forward his hair flopping into his face as he braces himself with his hands on the bed frame by your own.
“I-I think I have some idea… hey, Eds?”
“Yeah, sweetheart? You still good?”
“Yep, just… hngh… just… can you cum inside me, please?”
His hips stutter and he groans, “God fucking damn, you really are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
You look up at him desperate and needy, “Please, sir. Please, wan’ it nice and deep.”
“Fuuuuck… shit yeah, yeah gonna cum soon. Gonna give it all to you.”
You strain at the cuffs in a pathetic attempt to grab a hold of something… tug on his long hair that dangles in his face, crumple the sheets, squeeze your stuffies, a pillow… anything. Instead, you wrap your legs around him, drawing him in deeper mewling desperately with each thrust.
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“Are you close?” He pants above you.
“So close Eds, so close… you gonna cum with me when I soak that perfect cock of yours?”
He lets out the most hopeless, pathetic whine, “God… fuck… yes, yes, yes…”
He grabs the discarded vibrator turning it on and pressing it into your clit sending you into orbit, you pulse around him rhythmically, gushing all over his length with a scream and call out his name.
It doesn’t take long for him either, the feeling of you clamping down around him, the added vibrations from the toy. He unloads into you with a cry of his own. The feel of his warm, thick cum painting your walls only prolongs the sensation for you. When he slides his dick out, your combined fluids dribble out, running between your cheeks and pooling on the bed beneath you.
He’s still holding the toy against you as you tremble with aftershocks, “S-stop, ‘m sensitive Eds, please.” You gasp out.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” He grins sheepishly, removing the toy, turning it off and tossing it aside.
He hooks a finger into the chain linking your cuffs, “Keys?”
“Bedside table. Top drawer. They’re pink.”
“Of course they are.” He chuckles and leans over to retrieve the keys.
He undoes the restraints and rubs at your wrists soothingly before scooping you up into his arms and manoeuvring you to lay against his chest.
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His fingers trail along the chain draped over your neck, settling on the guitar pick, toying with it, “So, you kept this on, huh?”
“Yeah, uh it’s… it’s kinda like a collar in a way, but… more. More personal. More special. Been wearing it more than my actual collars now. More than any pretty little ribbon too.”
He gives it a gentle tug and you whine in response.
“You like wearing it, like it’s your own little special collar showing everyone who you belong to?”
“Yes Eds, God yes.” You breath out, pausing for a beat before asking hopefully, “What about you, do you still have the ribbon I gave you?”
“I could never part with my lady’s favour.” He declares, spinning the bracelet around his wrist to show the chain side where he’d woven the ribbon through the links.
You reach down running your fingertips over it, overwhelmed by your emotions, it has you blurting out, “I love you, Eddie.”
He sighs, “I love you too.”
“Do you think after we clean up, we can go for milkshakes?”
“Absolutely, sweetheart... with whipped cream and extra cherries too.”
You squeal in delight, “Thank you, Eddie! Best boyfriend ever!”
He pulls you in for a lingering kiss, before pulling away whispering, “Alright, then better get up if we’re gonna get to the diner.”
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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years ago
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I Want to Do What Lovers Do With You.◦○˚♡.˚ₓ
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Pairing | Eddie Munson x reader
Warnings | 18+ only, P in V sex, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, praise kink, brief mention of uncomfy virginity loss (not to Eddie), brief mention of underage drinking, drug use, Eddie calls himself dumb a couple times, there’s maths talk early on I promise it’s only short.
Request | Concept. Reader has never gone on a date or anything before, they're not naive, they just haven't been interested in anyone. Eddie and reader have been crushing on each other for a while and when eddie half-jokingly asks them out they say yes. Reader being easily overwhelmed by the newfound affection and eddie having to get them used to it.
Word Count | ~4,000
A/N | So here's the thing. In hindsight I realise maybe you wanted virgin reader, and I didn't do that. I also didn't even write a date. However, I think I got the ~spirit~ of the request. I will definitely write virgin reader in the future, but I didn't do it here, sorry if that's what you were looking for. Reader is new to intimacy though, if that helps.
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"Zero point seven." Eddie’s head snaps up from the calculator, waiting hopefully for the approving nods he’s been earning from you more and more. 
"Mm-hmm,” you nod, pointing to the page of rough triangles you’d drawn out for him to practice. "Now remember, the cosine of the angle is equal to the adjacent, which we want, over the hypotenuse, which is twenty three, so..."
"I've gotta divide something now."
"Well, how about you write the equation down with what you have?"
"Shit," he sighs, leaning back in his chair. "That's just your nerdy way of telling me I gotta multiply."
You smile in spite of yourself, knowing that Eddie is the only person who has ever called you a nerd without any real malice. There's admiration, appreciation, in his tone somewhere, under the frustration.
"C'mon. Give it a try and then we can take a break, yeah?"
Eddie's face splits in a conspiratorial grin. “What sort of break are we talking here?"
"That depends on whether you answer correctly."
"Man. If only my real teachers knew how to motivate me like you. I'd probably have graduated early."
"Eddie. The cosine of the angle equals?"
"That’s just cruel. I’m trying to concentrate and you know your teacher voice gets me going."
You have to fight a nervous laugh, choosing instead to bite the inside of your lip and gesture to the paper with your head. Eddie sighs and brings his attention to the square lined notebook, twisting the pen round his fingers while he glances between the question and the calculator. You watch him pull his own plump lip between his teeth, hair falling over his shoulders when he leans down to stare at the numbers on the page the way he needs to do sometimes. He looks so sweetly determined your heart aches.
That's unique to him, too.
When you were twelve, you’d read teen romance novels and imagined yourself falling for someone the second you entered high school. Then you got there and boys were…exactly as they always had been. Sometimes friendly, sometimes cruel, but never very interesting. Your heart didn’t flutter, your knees didn’t shake. 
Even when you lost your virginity, fumbling in the dark, head fuzzy with an early taste of alcohol, and it had been an endeavour of pure mediocrity. You expected it to hurt, but you wanted that hurt to feel like passion. Instead, it was an uncomfortable burn that had you gritting your teeth and avoiding wet kisses until he was done. 
Luke Thompson would catch your eye in Physics years later, looking forlorn and longing. 
Then there had been senior prom, something you had dreamt of when you were a pre-teen waiting for epic romance. You thought you probably would go, if you were asked. But when a smooth talking basketball player had sidled up to your locker, talking all kinds of slush about how he’d always thought you would get along but had never had the guts to ask you out, you’d weighed an evening of dancing awkwardly and pulling a strapless chiffon dress up to your armpits every twenty seconds against sitting comfy in your pyjamas and renting a good movie from Family Video. 
You spent prom night gorging on microwave popcorn and falling asleep with Dune playing in the background.
You left for college, away from Hawkins and high school and boys whose parents knew your parents, and it allowed you one night stands without the pressure of seeing them in class every day after. Just the occasional awkward nod across a hallway, if you remembered them at all. Whatever they were, it was not love, or even affection. You were using them, and felt used in turn.
But now there’s Eddie.
When you were at school together, you moved in entirely different circles. Then you’d come back from your first year of college with fewer friends in Hawkins and a new interest in Mary Jane. You’d been standing in his trailer, fishing in your purse for a five dollar bill when he’d stopped you with, “hey, you’re kind of a nerd right?”
You blinked, raised an eyebrow. “There are seven hand painted Dungeons and Dragons miniatures to my right, Munson. You really wanna play this game?”
He grinned, a little surprised by the bite back. “Yeah, but a real nerd. You’re smart, I mean?”
“Not many people would admit to being stupid.”
“I do.” 
You think that’s probably where it started. The ache for him. Eddie Munson, who you’d always dismissed as another boy with more confidence than he had any right to, stood there in his room, a sad but accepting smile on his face, and told you he thought there was something wrong with his brain.
“I mean, I never understand anything when I’m in class,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “And then whenever I think, maybe, I’m starting to get it, we move on to something else and I’m left sitting there like, hey, you’re not gonna go over that another couple times?” Eddie gave a defeated shrug. “I’m gonna fail again this year, I just know it.”
“Well, you don’t actually know that,” you’d tried, feeling guilty when he’d rolled his eyes at the meaningless platitude. “Okay, what, you want me to tutor you or something?”
“Yeah? I mean nobody smart enough at school would risk being seen with me. Wouldn’t be a problem for you though, right? You’re a college girl now, above that kind of stuff.”
“And the benefit to me would be?”
“Free bud? Or whatever else you’re into,” he shrugged, dimples appearing soon after as he leaned into your space, your heart beating in your ears. “I’ve heard you academic types struggle to stay away from the good stuff.”
So while your new friends from college are spending their long Summer in Key Largo, or camping in Joshua Tree, you are at home in Hawkins, driving most days to Eddie’s trailer to get him where he should be in Math, English, Science and Geography. 
You are giving him more help than he’s paying you for, but it didn’t take you long to think of him as worth it.
Big brown eyes you have to get up close to appreciate, pretty pink lips always smiling when you’re around. He’s self deprecating but he blushes when you compliment and encourage him. Eddie calls you smart with adorable reverence and listens to your opinions. He’s funny and he’s talented and you want to hold his face in your hands and squish. 
It’s like every embarrassing girly teenage crush you never had has been focused all on this one boy and fuck, you weren’t expecting it when you drove up to his trailer for the first time with a calculator in hand, but it’s barely been a month and you want him like you've never wanted anybody. 
You didn’t mind touching people who knew better what they were doing than poor Luke from Physics, didn’t mind clashing teeth and your face pressed into sheets. You didn’t mind that they’d leave in the morning, or you would. You never wished them back. You never imagined holding their hand the way you think about holding Eddie's hand. Warm, big, soft in the palms and rough at the ends of his fingers, chunky rings you want to bring to your face and stare at.  
You think so many things about Eddie you never expected, wonder endlessly about what you wish to know. 
What is his favourite food? Could make it for him as he wants it? Does he like horror movies, or is that an assumption? Even if he doesn't, would he watch one with you anyway, let you cuddle into his side on his Uncle’s couch, jumping and laughing together? Would he want to drive you places, play the gentleman? Would he want to meet your parents? Get a house in the city? Adopt a dog or a cat? Go on dates and be sweet with each other well into your sixties?
What does Eddie picture when he thinks about his future? Are you there?
You wonder if he knows. No matter what he says, Eddie is not dumb, not even close. Surely he has to see that you’re giving more than you’re getting back. 
“Sixteen point one.”
You flinch a little to be pulled from your thoughts, face warm while you check his work. Scratchy, messy handwriting, calculations done correctly. You smack your hands on your knees. “Break time.”
“Hell yeah,” Eddie grins, fingers waggling in the air as he stands to search for his metal lunchbox.
“You left it in the kitchen.”
Eddie pauses to give you a warm, thankful smile, hand coming to lay flat on the left side of his chest. “You always keep me right, sweet thing.”
You have a love-hate relationship with the flirting. It makes your palms sweat like nothing else, your stomach do something it has only ever done at the first jolt forward on a roller coaster, your heart pound in excitement even as it aches with worry. It's exhausting. 
Eddie reappears at his door, hair flying out behind him as he glides over to you, settled on his bed. He settles in next to you, his long arm warm and in line with yours from shoulder to elbow. While he rolls a spliff on his side table, you pick at a new hole on the knees of your blue jeans. You scowl, thinking about how you’ll never locate a pair as good as these in Hawkins, thinking about driving to a city for the day, thinking about abandoning this place altogether, heading back to your college town where good stores sell quality jeans and whatever else you could want. Away from here, away from Eddie, who is beginning to torture you with his smiles.
And his touch.
Eddie grabs your hand from your knee to pass you the newly lit joint, leaving your skin aching to remember the feeling of his calloused fingers. You know his eyes are on your face when you take a drag, and you wonder helplessly if you look cute, or hot, or sexy in your college sweater and jeans, lips wrapped around rolled paper. 
It's a new feeling, and you can't say you're enjoying it. Since spending all this time with Eddie, you’ve come to understand why other people had so much trouble getting their heads down at school. If you thought like this back then, endlessly pondering the prospect of being liked, desired, loved, you would never have got anything done. 
“Hey,” Eddie says when he takes the joint back. “I have a question.”
“No, I don’t expect you to get back to trigonometry when we’re done.”
You hear the rushed breath from his nose, a little amused sound. “No question there. You lose all authority when you’re high.”
“Do not. I could make you study.”
“Nah,” he answers, eyes crinkling at the sides pleasantly, just like everything he does. “You get pretty docile. You’d let me do anything I wanted.”
His fingers brush yours at the next pass, a heated tingle running up your back and across your neck. Your mouth feels a little dry, and you lick your lips like it’ll help, thinking about all the implications of that sentence. “Not anything.”
Eddie has the good sense to blush then, but he quickly shakes his head and powers through. “What I was going to ask was, how come a girl like you is spending her Summer with me?”
You raise an eyebrow, settling back into his pillows to get comfy as your head begins to fuzz, trying to ignore the pleasant hit of his smell emanating from the squished fabric. “Were you smoking this before I got here? You asked me to tutor you.”
“Yeah, and God knows I need all the help you’re giving me,” he says, eyes wide and earnest. “I mean, seriously, I feel like I have a real chance of crawling my way out next year. But what I- what I meant was, and tell me if I’m crossing a line here, sweetheart, how come you’re here, with me, and not road tripping with some college boys or whatever all your friends are doing right now?”
Your face gets hotter. “Does it matter?”
“Does it- yeah. Yes. It matters.”
A prickle of recognition crawls up your spine, stemming from his tone, the way he’s looking at you, how he’s sitting; tense against your side. In the past, you would have felt pure dread, mind working overtime to prepare the required explanation for a boy who was really looking for you to change your mind. Instead, there’s nerves, all along your body, but there is excitement, too. Butterflies zipping about in your stomach. 
“Why?” You ask, passing the joint back, letting yourself freely enjoy the brief touch of his skin, now that you realise that’s allowed. “Why does it matter?”
Eddie blinks at you, his bottom lip shaking. “Well, if I’m being honest,” he starts, pausing to turn away from you and take a long drag like he needs a moment to think it through. Then he eyes you from the side, thumb flicking ash into a metal tray. “I guess the answer might save me from making a fool of myself? If you say that this is all an elaborate prank or I have a rich distant relative paying you to spend time with me or, I don’t know, that helping out super seniors will be good on your resume, then, then I’d accept it. And even this particularly dumb super senior would know not to ask a really, really dumb question.”
“You’re not dumb, Eddie.” You nudge his body with yours, head cottony, loose lipped. “I really, really wish you’d stop saying that.”
Eddie’s gaze moves to your face where you are leaning back on his pillows, watches the subtle turn of your head, rubbing your cheek against the cotton, the feel of it uniquely pleasant after a couple hits. 
“I’ll do whatever you tell me to if you go out with me.”
It sounds like he wasn't even entirely aware he was speaking until he's done. Eddie's eyes widen, his face flushing pink.
“Is that you asking me?”
“Depends on whether you answer correctly” 
Eddie smiles at the repetition, like he’s playing coy, like this is fun, but he is too expressive by half. His big eyes are searching, waiting, with a hint of resignation, to learn that he is fooling himself. 
Eddie always came across as cocky to you, at school. Just like the jocks he hated, he was an overconfident boy. Even now you can picture him stepping up on cafeteria tables and declaring himself a rebel with about a million different causes. But here, alone with you in his room, Eddie makes himself vulnerable.
Your cautious heart calls out to his. Don’t worry, me too.
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself not to look away. “I’d say yes, Eddie.”
You receive a classically Eddie slow blink, followed by a grin that screams every ounce of his joy and relief. His head tilts forward. “Shit. You’re serious?”
"If you are."
"Jesus- yes, I'm serious." Eddie nods emphatically, eyes wide like he’s worried you’ll take it back if he doesn’t establish how much he meant it. “We could get dinner? Or I’ll take you to the nice cinema in the next town? Or- or the lake, or I could show you the bar my friends and I play in-”
You gaze at him, butterflies erupting at the sight of his pleased smile, the way his hair moves with every excited tilt and nod of his head. This is new, and exciting, and scary.
ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚.˚◦○˚ ♡ ୧.˚ₓ  
You stay in Hawkins until the end of Summer, until you have to go back to college and Eddie needs work for his final, final year at high school. 
He sends you off with a worn Metallica t-shirt to wrap around a pillow and cuddle into, a buzzy, crackling recording on tape of his voice over guitar, the black ring from his right hand that would be a promise made too early if it was from anyone else. 
You leave him with all the pens he chewed the tops of, hand written practice sheets for every class he’s taking, old notes on differentiation, centripetal force, the River Nile, searched for and retrieved from the back of closets in your parents house. You hope Eddie knows that this is you trying.
Across the months you spend in his arms with weather cooling and trees turning, followed by stolen weekends, every break from classes lasting longer than three days, you learn so many things about Eddie. 
He eats boxed mac and cheese by the pot. When you boil up some pasta on your own, he shovels it down the same way, surprised when the rich homemade sauce leads to you rubbing his tummy all night and trying not to laugh while he groans out that every spoonful was worth the pain.
He likes all kinds of horror movies; psychological and slasher and comedy. Getting you under his arm while they play in his living room and covering your eyes without your permission during the scary parts becomes a particular joy for him. 
“Eddie, get off!” 
“No can do, sweet thing. Gotta protect you from potential nightmare material. That’s my job now.”
He loves driving you everywhere, loves the sight of you in his van, sorting through the tapes in his glove compartment.
“Mega…Death?” 
“The world’s foremost thrash metal band. Great choice.” 
He wants to meet your parents, but he’s scared of what they’ll think of him. Dog or cat, he doesn’t mind as long as it’s not a horrible little yappy thing. He wants to get out of this town forever, live in a city, or really anywhere but here, where he could afford a nice-ish place. 
When he pictures his future, you are there. 
“Course, I would stay in Hawkins if you wanted to move back here.”
You’re trying, all of the time. You want him more than anything, because this is different, this is special, but that’s also what makes it so difficult. You are used to pleasured touches followed by closing doors, and it has left you disarmed to the open way that Eddie loves you, the only way he knows how.
“I know, I know,” he murmurs to your cheek, the roll of his hips a steady, torturous rhythm, drawing long whines from the back of your throat. Eddie’s big hand covers your forehead, pushing sweaty stray hairs away, rubbing your eyebrow with his thumb. The other is tucked under your back, helping you to arch sweetly so the head of his cock can find the spot at the back of your pussy that claims you, makes you desperate for him, with each heavy thrust. His brown eyes are sympathetic to your whimpers, proud of you for taking everything he has to give, even when it feels like your heart will beat out of your chest. “It’s always just a little too much for my sweet girl, mm? Still not used to being touched right.” He sighs, gives you a little pout with shining eyes. “I left you waiting too long for me, didn’t I?”
“Eddie,” you cry, fingers digging into his back, arms and legs wrapped tight around him as if he might leave if you let him loose. It’s perfect like this, his body weighing down on yours. You are too warm, your lungs protesting the lack of space to expand, but you can feel Eddie’s skin against every part of you. Any time you want, you can reach up to tuck some of his hair back off his sweaty neck. You do, earning yourself a perfect Eddie smile and a kiss from soft lips. The taste of his mouth, familiar to you now, makes your body clench around him, arms and legs around his torso, your weeping cunt around his cock. Nothing is like this, nothing is so perfectly overwhelmingly right.
“Oh, I felt that,” he smiles, breath spreading across your face at his chuckle. “Remember the first time you let me inside you? Wanted to be bent over and fucked, like you’re used to, mm?” Your toes curl in embarrassment, wanting to hide your face from him but there’s nowhere to go with his gentle hand holding you in place. You are left with your watering eyes, his pretty face blurring until you just about manage to blink the tears away. “It’s better like this, isn’t it?” He presses kisses down your nose, across your cheek to the corner of your mouth, sighing happily. “It’s better when we make love?”
You seize up, crying out, your back arching further as if you could get any closer to him. Eddie fucks you through the desperate clenching of your cunt, each hit to the spongy nerves of your spot building your pleasure past what should have been its peak. Your hand drifts up his back, grasping his neck from behind, fingers flexing and pulling at his pale skin enough that there will be dark bruises there tomorrow. 
At the heavy sob that falls from your mouth, Eddie lets you up, wrapping a hand around the back of your head to help you bury your face in his neck. 
Eddie hums as you come down, hips moving in tight circles like he’s just trying to get deeper while you weep into his skin. Your lungs feel increasingly restrained, little gasping breaths between wails, still confined between Eddie’s body and the mattress. “C’mon,” he says, leaning down to kiss your temple, rubbing below your ear with his thumb. “Let me see you. Need your pretty eyes to make me come.”
You feel him twitch inside you when he settles you back into his pillows, blinking up at him, finally letting the tears fall. The first time Eddie made you cry like this, overwhelmed at the intensity of feeling for him and all he does to you, you were afraid he would slow down, that it would ruin it for him. 
He’d licked the tears off your cheek and grunted through gritted teeth that nothing had ever made him so hot.
Eddie stares at you intensely now, mouth relaxed and open, letting out excited groans as his hips stutter, almost ready to fill you up. He could cum without your voice, like the others before him, but he is the first who deserves it.
“You treat me so well, Eddie,” you breathe, taking a shaky gasp at the sudden increase in the pace of his thrusts. 
Eddie nods desperately, his bottom lip shaking. “‘M trying.”
“I know,” you nod in turn, grasping his face with your hands, whispering so he knows it is all only for him. “I’m so lucky, Eddie. You’re so good, so good. Better than anything when you make love to me.”
His lips find yours to kiss you, but you end up breathing in his final moan instead, feeling him fill you up right with pooling warmth. Your legs squeeze his back, your pussy gifting you another little peak, a grateful flutter for taking Eddie’s cum deep inside you. 
Eddie drops entirely then, face pressed to the base of your neck. You groan a little, but allow yourself to caress his face, sweep his hair away from his sweaty forehead, hold it away from his heated neck. He presses a final wet kiss to your collar and rolls off you, finally allowing your protesting lungs the space to breathe properly. 
It doesn’t last long. Without ceremony, your whole body is pulled towards him, leaving your face tight to his chest. It steals the fresh air of the room, replacing it with the humidity your bodies create this close together. 
But it’s good. It’s better, because it smells like Eddie, feels like Eddie, and everything is better with him.
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sinnerlillith · 2 years ago
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teenage dirtbag
Summary: “I got 2 tickets to Iron Maiden baby, come with me Friday, don’t say maybe.”~ you and your boyfriend finish your record store date late at night. The van doors are open, Iron Maiden is playing, and the empty schools parking lot is in view. and thank goodness it’s empty [10k words]
Includes: van sex, pervy eddie, masochist eddie, power sub eddie, (he’s in a submissive position, but he’s in charge sometimes. so semi-switch eddie too) eddie has scars from ST4, reader smokes a cig, finger sucking (reader), briefly choking eddie, praise kink, some nipple play, some dirty talk, safe sex, slight exhibitionism, eddie being a dorky metal head
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The proof that summer is ending in Hawkins shows in the cool night air. Tonight really is cooler than most nights, which is why Eddie made sure to bring an extra blanket for the van. You’re both sitting across from each other with the 2 large back doors swung wide open, letting in the crisp air and exposing the starry night sky with the yellow glow of street lamps. 
Your legs are straight, and slightly parted on top of his, one ankle on each side of his hips. His lean and black ripped jean covered legs are also parted, letting you sit between them as his back rests against the inside wall of the van. His scuffed white rebook shoes occasionally tap your sides as he rolls his ankles open and closed, side to side. He really can’t keep his whole body still at all.
The blanket stretches across both pairs of legs, while a picnic blanket is laid out underneath you both. The van smells of cigarettes and weed, and the sounds of metal guitar solos from Eddies portable radio, on his left side, fill the occasional short silence. You two have a lit up cigarette in-between your pointer and middle fingers, chipped with black nail polish.
And if you didn’t think Eddie could get any hotter while smoking something, you were very wrong. He’s even hotter when he can have a cig in his hand, paired with a well done outfit, his glittering accessories, and dark messy hair falling down his broad shoulders. 
He’s wearing a white diy cut tank top made from and old Megadeath graphic tee, underneath his leather jacket and battle vest. The neckline is cut so low that you can see all his chest tattoos clearly, and the deep line between his pectorals that his pick necklace dangles over. Every time he inhales the smoke from his cig, his chest expands into the cloth of his shirt, pressing up against it, making it look 10 times tighter than it really is.
Makes you want to drag your tongue over his chest, but instead, you just take a drag of your cig and exhale the smoke out your lips. You hear Eddie take out the new Iron Maiden cassette he just bought and flip it to the other side, closing the tape holder to his portable radio with a click.
A new tune fills the smoky night air of the van, and you listen to it closely.
“Alright, so which song is this one?” Eddie questions you, brown eyes watching your thinking face. He’s been quizzing you like some sort of gameshow host, asking you to name each song being played.
You sit and ponder, noticing the familiar lyrics and instrumental. Your face changes from thinking, to noticing, to realizing.
“Number something, uh... the beast? No- number of the... The Number of the Beast!” you finally say enthusiastically, eyes looking up to meet his with a big, confident smile on your face.
Eddie claps multiple times, flattening his lips into an excited smile and scrunching his eyebrows together. He’s careful not to drop his cigarette as he celebrates your mini victory.
Cute.
“Yes- yes! Finally! You got it,” he says excitedly, but also exhaustedly because you finally guessed right after being wrong about some other songs. “took you long enough.”
You roll your eyes at him, “It’s not my fault you’re playing songs I’m not familiar with!”
He chuckles at your argument, shaking his head a few times, hair swaying side to side with each shake. “Yeah, whatever.” He brings his cigarette up to his pink lips, circling his flattened mouth around the butt taking another drag with a smile.
He talks with smoke coming out of his mouth, “Just wait, the guitar solo is gonna come up, it’s-” he mimics the noise of an explosion, both ring adorned hands coming to the side of his curly head, gesturing his mind blowing up. His chain bracelet falls down his wrist as he brings it up next to his face, and the smoke from his cig clouds around him. 
You sit and wait. About 2 minutes later, the familiar guitar solo comes up and he’s right, it’s as intense as you remember. It only got better and better.
“Damn.” you mutter appreciatively, barely audible over the music.
Eddie turns the volume up, music sounding even louder now, and he starts doing a cute air guitar solo with the cig dangling from his lips. His head bangs and shakes around, making that long hair of his move wildly and the smoke from his cig leaks all around him, and fuck does he look hot.
A little dorky, but very hot.
His chain bracelet dangles and glimmers with every flick of his wrist on his air guitar strings. His chipped, black, painted nails, finger the pretend neck of the guitar, dancing along the air frets. 
You laugh at him, but then realize its a little too loud, and its late at night. You don’t want to draw any attention to you guys this late. The wrong person could see you both, and then the police would soon show up.
You motion for him to turn it down, and he shakes his head, taking his cig out and mouthing the word “Nope!” to you, with a dimple showing grin. He returns to his solo, shaking his hair around with his cig now in his ‘strumming’ hand.
“Stop- you dork!” you shout and giggle, failing to be serious because he’s too cute. 
“Make me, sweetheart!” he yells over the music, lifting his pretty head up to you before turning away to finish his solo.
You snuff out your cig and pull your legs off him, moving the blanket off you both. You crawl up on your hands and knees, getting to the side of him that the radio is on, bending to the right and turning the volume of his radio down. You can still hear the music, it just plays much quieter.
“Aww babe, c’mon-” he fake whines, turning his head to you and ceasing his strumming. His hands drop, falling to rest on the curve of your knees. You ignore his whine, smiling as you move your legs to the sides of his hips, spreading your thighs to straddle his knees. You sit on his lower thighs, far back from the crotch seam of his black jeans and lift your head to look at him.
“Not trying to have the police called on us, Ed.”
He shrugs a ‘fair enough’ type of shrug, and brings the hand with his cig off your knee and up to his lips, taking another drag. You watch the lit end of it burn brighter with his inhale, and die down when it’s pulled from his lips. He holds the smoke in his mouth, not letting it into his lungs yet.
His other hand lifts off your other knee, gently bringing your chin towards him as he leans his torso forward so your lips are less than centimeters away. He then blows the smoke into your parted mouth, and you start to inhale what he gives you. Your lips barely touch, ghosting over each other, but it still gives you a flutter in your stomach at the intimacy.
Your hands slide onto either side of his neck, and one sneaks to the back of his skull, resting in his frizzy hair as you finish inhaling. Then, you lift your chin to blow the smoke out above his his head, making sure his face doesn't get a load of your puff.
He looks up at you licking his lips at the sight, finding you incredibly attractive when you smoke for some reason. Bringing his head forward, his hot lips meet the warm skin of your exposed neck under your lifted chin, planting a kiss. He pulls back and your head turns down to look at him with a smile, which he silently returns.
You feel his large palm of his empty hand now grip your clothed waist. The heat from his hand is felt through your shirt.
“Come closer,” Eddie mutters, “you’re so far away.” he whines, referring to you straddling his lower thighs, rather than his hips.
You smile, deciding to tease him a bit. “But Eddie, I’m right here-”
“Oh c’mon, princess,” he tugs at your waist, attempting to pull you closer. He brings his voice down to a cliche flirty tone, “I don’t bite...” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I mean, not unless you want me to.” he corrects himself.
You scoff playfully, “Oh my god, Eddie. Whatever.”
“Ok ok, no biting.” he raises both hands in a surrender, and you slide forward. You sit on his crotch area and place your hands on his broad shoulders, over his vest and jacket. 
“I lied.” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. He giggles cute boyish giggles as he leans in and playfully bites your shoulders and neck, grabbing your waist tightly with both hands, not letting you escape. He’s still holding the cig between his fingers, careful not to burn anything as he holds your squirming body firmly in place. 
His head tosses around your frame, feeling his teeth gently nibble at you over and over. You can’t help but giggle and snort at his ridiculous way of flirting. You feel his shoulders shake, and his chest vibrates with laughter. 
But then, you feel a particular bite that has your breath hitching. He bites at the spot under your jaw and just above the column of your neck- the soft spot that always makes you react when his mouth shows it any bit of attention.
You try to bring yourself together before he can notice.
“Ok- ok! Eddie-” you say between airy laughs. You lean back, pushing his denim and leather covers shoulders forward. This stops his biting, and he licks his lips to re-moisten them after moving all over your skin. His hands still rest over your shirt, gripping your waist.
You grab both sides of his face and squish them, making his lips puff out and the eyelids of his dark brown eyes wrinkle closer together. He looks weirdly cute like this.
“Stay still.” you tell him, no hint of seriousness found in your voice at all, hands still squeezing his heated cheeks. 
He tries to speak to you, but with his mouth and cheeks all forced together, his words come out funny.
“yesh ma’am.” he says, lips unable to actually touch- earning a chuckle from you and a muffled one from him.
You release his face, smoothing your hands back to his ears, both thumbs in-front of them, while the rest of your fingers are resting on his scalp. You rub the pads of your thumbs back and forth on his face as he brings his cig up to his mouth for one last drag.
He’s careful when he exhales, not wanting to blow smoke into your face. His head turns away from to blow the smoke out, and you notice how his pale neck is now exposed to you. 
You lean in to place your lips on the thin pulsing skin, giving him a gentle kiss. You pull back, hands still cupping his warm face while he turns his head and looks into your eyes. A smile slowly creeps onto his face while he stares at you, looking as if his eyes are thanking you for your sweet gesture.
Eddie puts out his cigarette, tossing the butt across the van and bringing his hand back to your waist. He looks at your lips, and then back to your eyes.
“So, uhh...” he says, and you can feel his breath hit your face at your close proximity. It smells like cigarettes and his all-too-familiar toothpaste. “..how about a kiss here, huh?” he smiles, and brings his hand off your waist to point a ringed finger at his mouth.
You smirk, “Real smooth, Ed.” 
“What? Did it work?”
You ponder. “Close your eyes and find out, charmer.”
He immediately closes his brown eyes, patiently waiting for your lips, cutely trying to hold back his smile. The corners of his lips have faint wrinkles as he attempts to not let them curl up into a grin.
You lower your eyelids half way as you lean into his mouth. The moment your lips touch, you close your eyes completely, slowly kissing him. Feeling his warm lips layer onto your own- which his are just barely chapped, but still as pillowy and welcoming as ever- draws a silent hum from you.
Your lips move slowly against his, setting a gentle and intimate pace, which he follows. Your body feels Eddies hands glide down your clothed torso slowly, inching more and more after every heart beat. Automatically, your heads tilt to give eachother more access to your mouths, both equally thirsting for one another. 
Eddies hands have now moved down to the bottom hem of your shirt, slipping his fingers under the edge of the fabric, and placing them on your bare waist. You feel his warm thumbs brush over your skin in a back and forth motion, while the hot air from his nose exhales over your joined lips.
When his tongue slips out to glide over the tip of your own, you lean into his body more. Instantly, your hands become desperate, wildly smoothing around his scalp and accidentally tugging his knots in his wavy hair. He silently chuckles against your mouth at your sudden passion.
Your wet tongues slip over each other even more, opening and closing your mouths but never breaking the kiss. You feel him match your sudden greed by biting your lower lip and tugging it back before immediately putting your lips together again. Your hands push back further into his hair, pulling his body closer to your own, making your chests flushed against each other, and his large warm hands move up from your waist to your back, brushing over your bra strap. They rest somewhere near your shoulder blades.
Your body reacts to his roaming hands and needy kissing by sliding your hips forward, gently grinding on Eddie. With your breasts pressing up to his chest, your hips rolling on his semi under his black denim jeans, and hands smoothing all over his hair and face, he groans into your mouth. 
Anytime your breasts press into him, it makes his head spin, even if they’re covered. His perverted thoughts run rampant, picturing how they bounce when you ride him, or how they squish and mold into his hands when he palms them. He remembers the noises you make when he puts his wet lips around your nipples, or the way your hands tug at his hair while you whimper from the harsh hickeys he gives to the swell of your breasts. 
All of those thoughts make his face heat up as he kisses you, all just from your covered chest pressing into his barely clothed one.
Another roll of your hips, another second of your chest against his body, and he’s groaning again. He has to pull back and break the kiss, catching his breath and trying to collect himself. Your hips stop moving in response, and you feel his hands come down your back to your butt, resting over the back pockets of your shorts.
“Aw. Can’t handle it, Ed?” you tease, even though you’re equally as out of breath as he is.
His dark eyes peer up challengingly at you, lifting an eyebrow under his messy curls for bangs. His open mouth twists into a teeth showing half-smile.
“And if I can?” he asks with sudden confidence.
“So what? You want a medal, big boy?” you mock him, smiling at his pretty face.
“No, you’ll do.” he says sweetly, leaning in to peck your lips. When he pulls back, he looks at your face and just wants to kiss you again. 
“You’re sweet, Ed.” You lean in to plant kisses on his forehead, cheek, nose, and finally mouth. His heart flutters from the affection.
Soon enough, sounds of wet lips moving against each other fill the van again, and you’re both making out. The feeling of his affectionate hands roaming under your shirt, and on the heated skin of your torso is enough to make you forget all about the wholesome moment you had a little while ago. Your own hands roam around his neck and hair. You’re both just lost in the warmth, smell, and feel of each other in his cozy, familiar van.
His hands come up to where your bra hooks together, and he struggles to unclip it, making you giggle against his smiling mouth. Mixed saliva lightly coats your lips when you pull away, lifting your hands under your shirt to unhook your bra. You keep your shirt on as you slide the straps over your shoulders, and slip it under your clothing until the warm fabric is exposed to the cool night air, and Eddies lustful gaze. He watches you like it’s a peep show, and you’re surprised he didn’t jokingly whistle at you. 
You toss your bra away, returning back to Eddies mouth, and his greedy hands go under your shirt again. Your tongues roll over each other, heads tilting, and lips entwine together lustfully. Eddies heated palms finally go to your breasts, cupping the undersides of them. 
He starts gentle, but that doesn’t last long at all. You quietly moan against his mouth as he squeezes and gropes your chest with determination. His blunt flinger tips graze up your flesh, making it to your nipples and he rolls his thumb over them. They rub side to side, before pinching them between his thumb and pointer fingers, causing you to make a pitchy sound.
You retaliate by biting down on his lower lip and tugging it out, making him groan deeply before rejoining your lips. Your hips grind on him, wanting more stimulation to your aroused body. He continues to desperately palm your chest, large hands never ceasing.
There is a pattern of groping and grinding that’s warming up your bodies quickly, making you forget all about the occasional breeze that comes into the van to lift the corners of the blankets and carry Eddies curls to your face before they fall back down. All of your joined rushed movements and kisses brings you both to a state of sexual need that you can’t turn back from.
Eddie pulls away from the kiss, just for him to put his pink lips elsewhere. His head tilts to the side, leaning into your neck and placing his wet and warm lips there, passionately. Like, really passionately. His kisses to your neck are saying ‘I love you, but I really need to fuck you. I really need to feel you cum on me, beg for me, cry for me, and to just need me back.’ 
He starts licking small lines and punctuating them with kisses or bites, making your neck crane back and drawing pleasured sighs from you. His tongue is warm and wet on your pulse, his lips are pillowy on your now shiny skin, and his teeth are strong on the skin he sucks. 
He finally reaches that sweet spot on your neck, the one that has you gripping his hair and making you groan and whimper. He gives it even more attention, smiling on your skin at your reactions. The sounds of his layered clothes shuffling as he switches over to the other side of your neck, trying to find your sweet spot there, fill your heated ears. 
Your head turns to give him access, eyes shutting close as he uses his mouth to further ignite your skin. Your stomach bubbles with lust, feeling those flutters of passion around your core, sinking down to your clothed entrance. You’re getting wet, slicking up your underwear, soon to drip to the fabric of your shorts, sitting right above Eddies hard on. 
His neck kisses feel so fucking good, but when you open your eyes and turn your head, you’re brought to the sight of the high school behind the open van doors.
His head is still in your neck, shuffling around to stimulate your saliva covered skin while you stare out the doors, not too excited about them being open. You’re not sure of you want someone to wander and see you on Eddie’s lap, his hands under your shirt and face in your neck.
“Eddie,” you whine, “the van doors..” your voice is quiet, but still loud enough to be heard over the quiet Iron Maiden music, and Eddies kissing sounds.
You feel his lips detach, and head turn up to look at your eyes locking with his.
“Aw babe, what are you worried about?” his eyes look at your face, slightly worried, slightly aroused. His hands under your shirt have moved down to your rib cage, resting there for now. He tries to reassure your nerves. “Look-” he turns his head and gestures to the empty high school. Your eyes follow, once again. “The school’s closed, and the back of the van is facing it too, so no one’s gonna see us.”
His head turns back to you, but yours is still, yet again, focused on the empty building. Your eyes dart over the windows and doors, but while you’re distracted, Eddie leans his lips towards your ear, since it’s easily accessible now that your head is turned. He gives it a sweet kiss.
Then, you feel his breath when he speaks into it, “Plus,” he gently bites your ear lobe, making you no longer pay attention to the empty school. “If some lucky soul did happen to see us- or me fucking the shit out of you-” his voice rasps,  lips moving to your jaw to plant a kiss there, “-I think it would be kinda hot.” he moves his smiling mouth down to the column of your throat, kissing you, “Don’t you think?”
You quietly moan at his perverted confession and his warm, skillful mouth.
“They’d see you moaning my name,” he speaks lowly, sucking gently on your neck, “and riding my dick...” he gently bites, hands now squeezing your waist. “...won’t they, dollface?”
He pulls back to look at you, trying to sense any reassurance in your face to let him keep going.
Your eyes are half lidded, unable to keep them fully open, now too heavy with lust. You look at his pink lips, then back to hit deep brown eyes. You’d be lying if you said what his words didn’t get your mind racing. If the images he put in your head didn’t get your face hot.
"Yeah, you would be into that, Eddie." You taunt, trying to keep your composure.
He laughs through his nose, smiling, "And you wouldn't?" He challenges.
You start to lean into his neck as you speak to him, “Let’s find out then, huh?”
His lips faintly curl at your boldness, and once your lips touch his neck, he’s tilting out to the side to let your mouth roam around his skin more. Eddie takes so much pleasure in the feeling of your mouth kissing his skin, and he sighs gently when your tongue runs a stripe from the base of his neck, up to his sharp jaw. 
Fuck, why does he feel so warm on your tongue?
You bring your hands to his broad shoulders, tugging at his jacket and vest as you suck a hickey onto his pulse point. He brings his own hands up to peel his layers off, shuffling his arms and torso around to slide his leather and denim off effectively. You feel his body torque and twist, but he tries to keep his neck as straight as he can for you. 
Your mouth continues to wetly dote on his skin, making his eyes squint shut and re-open from pleasure. His hands, which you didn’t even notice return to your body, are resting on your hips, starting to squeeze roughly every now and then in reaction to your teeth sinking down on his thin warm skin of his neck. Your love bites make a trail from his neck, to the base of it, then to the skin between his shoulders and collar bones. 
His immensely tight grip on you just edges you on even more, beginning to semi-roughly grind onto his sideways erection. You’re in desperate need to get any sort of stimulation to your soaking entrance. You’re pulsing down there, practically feeling your heart beat in your pussy just from making out and being touched improperly all over your tense body -- except where you need it most.
Eddie catches onto your fervor, moving his rough hands to the front on your shorts, letting his thumb rub over the chilled metal-like button of them, basically his way to letting you know he wants to take your shorts off. Your mouth moves from off his neck to look at his face, and before he can say anything, you’re kissing him roughly, and rolling your hips towards his hands, begging him to touch your center. 
He uses both his hands to multitask and unbutton your shorts while kissing you back. His black nail polished thumb and pointer finger pull your zipper down. Once the front flaps of your shorts are open, he impatiently tucks his heated right hand into them, sliding over your panties, not bothering to take your shorts off at all. His warm palm cups your mound over the damp fabric, giving it a loving and gentle squeeze. It makes his ringed fingers apply more pressure to your wetness, causing you to moan into his mouth. 
You grind into his soft grip, body still greedy for more. His thick middle finger begins to rub the fabric over your slit. Eddie massages it with a gentle pace, simultaneously spreading your wetness underneath. His touch sends heat up your spine and to your face, making your eyes clench tightly. Each stroke of his fingers draws moan after moan from you against his pink lips, and he’s not even making proper contact with your skin. 
You continue to kiss Eddie harder, hands gripping at his dark hair, wide neck, and broad shoulders. Anything you can grab onto as you rock your core against his fingers, huffing out through your nose. 
Eddie eventually just lets his fingers stay still, allowing you to set your own pace, rubbing yourself against him, whining into his mouth. He’s enjoying your erotic display of neediness. He loves the way you show how much you crave his touch, how much he can turn you on with just his mouth and fingers, how good any part of his body feels against you, even if you’re clothed. 
“Eddie...” you whine, tucking your head into the right side of his neck, “fingers...” your words come out as a weak plea.
He lightly chuckles. “What about ‘em?” his gentle voice travels to your right ear.
You rub your clothed entrance once more on his blunt finger. “Inside,” you speak quietly, down to his chest, too embarrassed to use your words. “want them inside me...”
He sucks his teeth, patronizingly. “Aw...” he mutters, head turning to your hair, “Can’t do that too well with these shorts on, though, huh?” He’s talking as if he isn’t the one who kept them on you. 
You raise your head slowly, soon to have your eyes meeting his sly face. Any other time, you would make a witty remark to your smug bastard of a boyfriend, but this time, you’re just beyond sexually frustrated. You’re a heated, aroused, aching mess that just seriously needs to be touched, with underwear that gets wetter and slicker with every second.
You lift off your legs to slide down your unzipped shorts, and his doe eyes watch your every move. Eddie watches the denim brushing down your thighs that he loves so much, sliding over your calves, kicking them off your feet. Your underwear follows shortly after, and you slightly cringe at the stringy globs of wetness attached, connecting your cunt to the fabric. He’s practically eye fucking you the whole time. His cute tongue pokes out to lustfully lick his lips while you crawl back onto his lap.
You straddle him once again, this time having a completely bare lower body. He wastes no time in having his hands move to squeeze your bare upper thighs, moulding them under his grip. His curly head tucks into your neck, like second nature, and he places the most passionate, wet, open mouthed kisses all over your skin. 
His hands slide from your upper thighs, to your hips, then to the bare globes of your ass. Eddie squeezes them with an aggressive fervor, then adding his teeth to your neck. He sucks a harsh hickey onto your neck, while his warm palms grope at your curves, pulling them apart and squeezing them back together, making you roll forward into his lower body.
“Eddie...” you whine and warn at the same time, but before you can get anymore words out, his ringed pointer and middle finger lift to your mouth, slowly slipping them inside until his rings touch your lips. 
“Quiet, please sweetheart.” He says against your neck, causing you to feel his hot breath meet your wet skin, sending a chill to your face. “I’m gettin’ there, I promise.” he reassures you.
His fingers stay in your mouth and you grip his wrist, twirling your tongue around them while you suck, wallowing in how thick they are - wishing they were in you somewhere else. His other hand is still on your ass, continuing to grope you as Eddie’s fingers pacify you. His mouth still roams on your jaw, neck, and collar bone, leaving marks that you’ll wear for the next few days. 
All of his attention on you makes you moan against his fingers. Your entrance is still bare and soaked, impatiently waiting for attention, grinding yourself on nothing. He notices your needy muffled moans and rolling hips. It makes him grin a self satisfying grin into your neck, feeling cocky from the way your body craves for him.
“Oh baby, you need something?” he teases, knowing well that you can’t respond with his fingers shoved into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue. You try to tell him you want him to finger you already, but your voice is muffled with the first syllable. 
“Why aren’t you using your words?” he looks at you, smiling before he turns his face into a fake sentimental one ,“What’s wrong? Don’t you need something?” he cocks his head to the side, fake worrying and driving you insane. 
Little shit.
You impatiently pout against his fingers, moving your hands into the back of his hair and gripping it pleadingly. His head jerks slightly, letting his jaw fall down to chuckle at you- and if your underwear wasn't already all off, it would be even more soaked from that damn chuckle of his. 
“Ok, ok!” he says between raspy giggles, “so damn- it’s so damn cute when you pout with my fingers in your mouth...” his fingers slide out before he finishes his sentence, “...and, I’m gonna need you to hold these for me.” he says, slipping his rings off his 2 fingers and lifting your palm. His lips feel hot as he kisses your inner wrist before sliding his 2 rings on.
“Aw.” you speak sarcastically, “Eddie baby, how roma- mmf” 
His lips are on yours before you can get all your sarcasm out, but you feel him smile against your mouth. And finally, his thick fingers - wet with your own saliva - slide through your slick folds, sending heat up your body all the way to your face. Your arms cross around his neck and shoulders, wildly griping onto his dark hair and melting into his body.
His wet pointer and middle finger tips slowly rub up and down your slit while his mouth silences any of your moans you want to let out. You grow impatient at his pace, starting to roll your hips into his moving fingers. The night air is cool but your body feels so damn warm, even when you’re practically half naked in just your shirt. You’re so wet that the noises of Eddie’s fingers moving through your folds can be heard through the van, unable to be drowned out by the quiet radio at all. 
Every time his finger tips graze over your clit, your body tenses, making your thighs clench and your kiss deepen. His other hand that was once on your ass is now moving up your body, seeking out your tits. His rough finger tips pinch at your nipple while his other finger tips rub at your entrance, stimulating your body’s most sensitive points in the way he knows drives you crazy. 
You cant hold your moans back so you tear your lips away from his, head immediately falling onto his warm shoulder. You pant and whimper into his upper body, bawling your fists into his cut up tank top while his finger tips continue to play with you. His head turns to the side to kiss your hair, muttering about how cute you are when you get overwhelmed. 
Your hips start rolling even faster, body getting warmer and needier. He eats it up, the way your body begs for him without ever having to use your words. You tug the strap of his tank top down his shoulder, bringing you trembling lips to his skin.
You feel Eddie easily sliding one of his thick fingers into your heat, walls forming around it like memory foam while your lips move over his skin. Your tongue licks up his shoulder, and your teeth mark up his flesh, pulling little groans from him with your harsh mouth while he draws moans from you with his single finger. He feels so good, you cant believe its just a single finger thats getting you this hot and heavy.
But you can believe that your body is still thirsty for-
“More..” you whine, “need more fingers, Eddie...” you finish your begging with kisses to the base of his neck. You then start to suck over the spot you kissed, letting your teeth join in.
“Only if you, shit- yeah keep biting me babe,” he huffs, rewarding you with 2 fingers now to pump you faster “fuck, you better mark me up.” Eddies demand sounded much more desperate than controlling- like he was begging for you to mark him as if he was all yours, like he belonged to you only. 
His request, along with his skillful fingers, brings you to a new type of arousal. Your body reacts by roughly gripping the back of his head and taking advantage of his exposed neck, leaving a few small bruises. His hand that was on your breast now grips your ribcage for support from your unforgiving mouth.
You can feel his throat vibrate under your lips as he groans. “ah, fuck-” he hisses when he inhales, “s-shit, there it is...”
His hand on your rib moves down in-between your thighs, letting his thumb circle your clit while 2 thick fingers move in and out of you, making you gush around them. 
“Fuck, Eddie! Oh my god..” You moan into his wavy hair.
Your palm comes down to cup his very evident erection, squeezing at his firm shaft under his denim. You want to tease him as much as he’s been teasing you. The noise he lets out is soft, but it still drives you crazy. You can hear and feel how turned on he is, it makes you moan right back.
Your ears begin to heat up from the noises your pussy makes, thinking it sounds obnoxiously wet. But, like the pervert Eddie is, he grins at it while you feel almost embarrassed by it. 
“You hear that, huh y/n?” he teases, and you can really hear the shit eating grin in his voice, “Fuckin’ love the sounds you make.” Eddie groans, getting off to his fingers in you, your hand on his jean covered dick, and your mouth leaving dark hickeys on his upper body. He is especially getting off to the wet sounds of your begging pussy.
“I lay awake at night trying to remember this exact sound.” he confesses, lips leaning towards your ear. “Wanna know how many times I fuck myself to it?”
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck.
“How many times I made myself cum from it?” his raspy voice continues, giving you butterflies as you feel his breath on the shell of your ear. “How badly I want to make it leak on me? I mean, shit- it drives me fuckin’ crazy.”
You can barely handle his fingers stimulating both your clit and your entrance, and now you have to hear his incredibly hot perverted thoughts too?
You whimper, starting to feel deliciously overwhelmed. “hnng, Eddie...”
“And that too,” he rambles, arm still pistoning between your legs “the way you say my name, like it’s all you know how to do,” he pants out a curse under his breath, letting his head fall back, sticking his chin up. “It’s enough to make me blow, like right now.” 
You head tilts up, smiling before tugging on his earlobe. “Don’t tease.”
He scoffs.
One hand of yours tugs at his scalp while the other still palms his jeans. Your back begins to arch from his fingers working your clit and walls. Your voice trembles when you moan, telling Eddie how good it feels, begging for him to keep going.
You feel heat pool in your stomach, muscles contracting all over your body. You turn your head to Eddie’s lips, kissing him and pathetically moaning into his mouth. Both your hands slide under the hem of his tank top, fingers gliding over the textured groves and marks of his healed skin.
Scar tissue. 
Your hands move over them, rising up to seek out his already hard nipples. Your eager finger tips graze them and roll them under your thumbs. You feel him exhale shakily through his nose at your teasing to his sensitive pink buds. You then put them between your pointer and thumb fingers, slowly squeezing more pressure, bit by bit, waiting until he makes a noise against your mouth. Once he makes a small, high pitched noise, you know you’ve struck gold.
You roll your finger tips together at that pressure, beginning to make him squirm into your kiss, lighting his body into a fire of arousal. You bite at his lower lip, just to drive him more crazy until you decide to continue kissing him again. You feel his plush pink lips vibrate against yours from his whimpers, and his hands between your legs stiffen every now and then from the pleasure he’s feeling, before getting himself back on track.
He tears his lips away, and they now appear to glisten with your combined spit in the van light. His fingers halt on you, thumb leaving your clit while his 2 fingers stay still inside your walls.
“Keep doing that n’ I’m gonna fuck you.” He warns, even though he’s smiling.
“Maybe that’s the point, smart guy.” You smile too.
His eyebrow raises and the corner of his lip follows.
You begin to lift his tank top over his head, dark curls poofing out once the fabric lifts over his face. They fall back onto his neck and wide shoulders, brown hair contrasting with his pale skin covered in faded black tattoos. Your eyes travel down to where the red pick necklace points to, practically guiding your sight down his lean body.
You see his healed scars, starting with small, yet deep scratches, then increasing to violent looking, wide spread marks. The scar tissue is a fleshy white color. Your finger tips slide over the bumps of tissue, and Eddie just stares at your focused face the whole time.
You hear him inhale - just a tiny bit, before he speaks. 
“Yeah.. they’re pretty gnarly huh?” he says awkwardly, trying to take your mind off of wherever it’s wandering to. His giggle is forced, but you don’t mind.
Your giggle, however, is real in response to his light hearted remark. “Yes,” you smile, “very metal.” Your eyes break away, looking up into his brown doe eyes, glinting with the lighting from inside and outside the van.
Both your hands rise up, now sitting on the sides of his defined face. Your hand with his 2 rings on your fingers cools his cheek, and you can feel the large ring bands push out, exposing the gap between the steel and your skin.
Before you can lean in to kiss him, your eyes twitch and flutter as you feel his fingers enter you again, and then wiggle in you. Your breath hitches at his naughty way of teasing, not moving them in or out, just keeping them pushed inside you and wiggling them around your stimulated walls.
“Your turn, princess.” he remarks, rasp in his voice. “Take your shirt off for me, huh?”
You scoff playfully before bringing your hands down to your shirt, careful to not let Eddies rings fall off your fingers. You raise it off your torso, exposing your naked breasts first. Your body is now completely bare while you straddle Eddie’s shirtless figure. 
Eddie eyes your chest, dark pupils switching side to side between both of your erect nipples. Before you can cover yourself, bashful from his admiring, he leans in to your chest. 
“You’re an angel,” he speaks dreamily into your skin, “so beautiful.” His lips place passionate adoring kisses all over your chest, purposefully avoiding your nipples. 
Your hands are in his thick waves of hair, resting on his scalp, while you continue to feel his hair brush over your bare skin paired with his warm lips edging closer to where you want them most. Your back arches into his affection, trying to get him to finally suck your nipples.
His face sinks lower, lips moving closer and closer to your bud. His tongue comes out first, teasingly licking it. He swirls around it a few times, adding pressure until he finally wraps his lips and sucks harshly. 
Sucking sounds fill between you both, and your whimpers come out every time he uses his teeth. He switches between nipples, and you’re left to grind onto his fingers that slowly return to pumping in and out of you, prepping you for something bigger.
His lips feel so warm, and the attention he’s giving your chest is worth praising. 
“mmm- good boy, Eddie...” The way you moan, the praise, and the sound of his name from your pleasured voice pushes him so far. He fingers you faster and sucks harder, the erection in his pants is now insufferable. 
With some final licks, sucks, and bites, he pulls away, looking at you while faintly panting. 
“Does this mean you’re gonna ride me now?” he asks hopefully. 
You grin, looking down at his jeans, hand coming back to his bulge to give it a firm squeeze. “You’re asking me like I could ever refuse.” Your eyes flicker back up to his own, maintaining eye contact as you unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. 
His fingers pull out of you to rushingly do the rest. He looks down, pulling his dick out and dragging his boxers and pants down to just above his knees. You watch him move quickly, showing a silent display of desperateness to be inside you.
His shaft sits up on his lower scared stomach, towering over his dark happy trail that makes you bite your lip every time you see it. His pink tip is shining in small bits of pre cum, squeezed out from your groping. 
While your eyes look at his shaft, his eyes look at your body. He grips his dick, loosely pumping it at the sight of you sitting on him. He looks at your bare thighs, admiring the way they squish out because of the way you’re sitting on him. He’s reminded of they squish and tremble at the sides of his face when he’s tucked between them, mouth about to make you cum. His eyes trail up to your exposed pussy that he loves so much, then up your stomach to your breasts that he was just giving affection to. 
“Condom, Eddie?” you ask gently. 
“Uhh, yeah- front jean pocket.” he directs you towards his pocket that has the condom in it. Once you grab it, he takes it out of your hand, even though you didn’t actually give it to him, but you don’t mind.
He eyes the square package before bringing the corner of it to his mouth, ripping it down the edge to tear it off in one swift motion. He puffs the teared side of the package between his lips away from you both, pulls the lubed ring out, and disposed the rest of the package somewhere next to him. 
He rolls the condom onto his incredibly firm shaft, making sure it’s secured all the way to the bottom. He wastes no time in grabbing your hips, aiding you to hover over his tip. 
Your hands grip the warm skin of his broad shoulders, letting your forehead rest on his. Your entrance hangs over him, wet and gaping, and you inhale as you lower yourself, connecting to his tip and slowly sinking down an inch, then 2, then 3. 
Your eyelashes flutter and your hole takes more of him in, and Eddie exhales a shaky breath of relief, finally being able to be inside you. The stretch of his dick and the tightness of your walls makes both your mouths hang open.
Eddie hums a deep noise when you rise up slowly, and then sink back down with a forward curl of your hips, repeating the process at your own gentle pace. With every new lift, sink, and roll of your hips, your breath speeds faster and Eddie gets more restless. 
He utters an occasional curse, making your ears go hot. Every time you pull your hips forward, he squeezes your hips tighter. His head falls back, gently hitting the van wall as his chest rises steadily, eyes of his closing shut from pleasure. His hands now understand your pace and pattern of movement, so he guides you firmly, and you feel the force of his hands moving you in your set direction. It feels really good, giving you more butterflies. 
Your hand with his rings on it move to the back of his neck, pulling him forward to bring your bare chests close together. You kiss him aggressively, using your teeth to bite as his lip, and your tongue to swirl over his own in his hot mouth. Your hands grip his curls at his scalp, further expressing your aroused aggression, letting your pussy clamp onto his shaft with a vice grip every now and then. 
Eddie whines into your mouth, squeezing your hips as he forces them to move faster. Your kiss takes both your breaths away, making you both pull back and catch your breath while your hips continue to fuck him in and out of your hole. You’re both panting, hair still in your grip making him shiver from the way the pain turns him on. 
You feel him buck up into you, impatiently slamming himself into you, matching the pace he set for you both. You moan over and over again, head tilting back rasing your chin up. Your hand slips out of his hair to cover your loud mouth while his half lidded eyes watch your every move, red ears hearing your every muffled noise, and hard dick feeling the pressure of your walls surround him. 
“God d-damn it,” he groans, staring at you, “let me hear you, p-please princess... let me, fuck-!” he’s begging you. How can you refuse such a good boy begging for you?
You reluctantly move your hand away from your mouth, placing both your hands back on his shoulders. Some of your fingers are touching his hair that’s sticking to the skin of his shoulder, nails digging into him while your eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed from pleasure of being fucked so well at the right spot. 
Eddie bites his lip at the noises you make, now sounding much clearer and louder. He watches your mouth hang open, and the way you tuck your lip behind your teeth when you say “Fuck”. The way your eyebrows furrow when his name leaves your lips. They way your eyes open to stare at his inked body between your legs. The way your breasts move with your body. The way you tuck your head into his neck, panting and huffing into his hair.
“hnnn, Eddie... feels s’good-” you moan, “Don’t stop” you say, referring to the way he’s holding onto your rising and falling hips while thrusting himself into you.
You tuck his hair away from his neck, then bite into his pulse point again, just the way he loves. You lick the tip of your tongue over the divots forming into his skin, before sucking harshly. He groans loudly, head falling back once more while his eyes clench shut harshly. 
“Shiiiit-” he whimpers, keeping one hand on your hip while the other pushes your head further into his neck, his way of telling you he wants you to keep going.
You smile into his neck, “Good boy, keep making noises.” You praise him, making his abdomen clench and dick twitch in you. Each roll of your hips has him squeezing more onto the back of the part between your skull and neck. You lick and bite all the way up to his ear lobe, pulling and tugging it between your teeth, making Eddie sigh a shakey breath into your own ear. 
Your head comes back to admire your work on his pale skin, new red marks next to your older ones from minutes ago, sure to feel incredibly sore for the next few days. But Eddie being the freak he is, is going to welcome the side effects of the sadistic pain you inflict on him. 
His hand that was on the base of your skull slides to the side of your face. His thick thumb presses on your lower lip, and your tongue comes out to lick the pad of it. The look on your face is teasing.
He stares at you, his thick eyelashes blink once before he lifts his pointer and middle finger up to your mouth. You automatically open it so he can slide them in, welcoming them once again. Your tongue tastes them, swirling around his digits as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.
Your eyes literally roll back, and you moan a relaxed moan, feeling a sense of relief from his fingers in your mouth. You feel your eyebrows slant down, sounds vibrating around his thick fingers, so turned on by his hands giving you all this attention. It makes you bounce on his dick with more motivation.
Your vision flickers down to his doe eyes, already staring at you with drool coming out of the corners of your completely stuffed mouth. You both can now feel the van slightly recoil, gently and faintly shaking back and forth on its wheels from your rough, fast paced, fucking.
His other hand that was on your hip comes down to the front of your body, sinking to where you’re both connected. His thumb finds your clit making you jolt, and he rubs weak circles on it. His tongue comes out to lick his pink smiling lips - watching you squirm on him with a cocky look on his pretty face. You’re overwhelmed from pleasure, but unable to make much noise about it due to his fingers filling your mouth to the brim.
“Aw. Can’t handle it, baby?” head tilting to the side a little, mocking your own comment from earlier.
Bold coming from someone who’s equally drunk off pleasure. You groan on his fingers, and the vibrations from your mouth, as well as the heat and wetness of your tongue and lips sends a shiver up him. Your hips shift from bouncing to gently grinding, sliding back and forth on his shaft and into his thumb tracing your clit.
You can’t stop whining, and Eddie can’t stop panting. You’re both so turned on by how good you’re making each other feel. His pleasure from your pussy and your noises drives you crazy, and your pleasure, including your muffled sounds from the way he makes you feel, makes his head spin. 
He notices how your body is reacting to him. He wants to be a little bit of a tease, he can’t help it. "Feels that good huh, sweetheart?" he taunts. “You like my fingers in your mouth, huh?” he asks, knowing you can’t speak.
You nod, eyes barely able to stay open.
“Such a good girl...” he praises, finger on your clit suddenly moving faster, making your shoulders tremble, “So responsive... it’s s’fuckin’ hot,” he groans, “I love it, give me more baby.”
Your body continues to jolt and shiver at his pressure on your clit and his dick stretching you out, filling you up. Your hips are grinding faster, rolling with a new speed and fervor. Your hand comes up to his neck, lightly wrapping your fingers around the front of it, thumb and finger tips touching your marks on his skin.
Your walls are clenching him, riding him aggressively while lightly choking him as he practically gags you. You’re huffing through your nostrils, thighs slightly burning but your pleasure motivates you to power through.
“Jesus- fuck,” he hisses, "g-good girl, ride it like it's yours."  
You moan at his erotic words. He’s so good at talking to you in the heat of the moment. Especially when his words come out shakey and weak from his arousal, it gets you going. You love how he looks like he’s about to fall apart under you. 
His fingers slip out of your mouth, heading to your hips, gripping them for support. You exhale heavily through your now free mouth. Your hand leaves off his throat and dig your nails into him elsewhere, near his shoulders.
You now switch between bounding to grinding on him, noises of both your moans drowning out his low volume radio, the sounds of your wetness around his shaft, and even the faint noises of the few cars that drive past the roads in the front part of the van. Your head falls to his shoulder. 
“hnngg, Eddie... you feel s’good...” your voice is music to his ears. He needs to hear more of it, more of your praise, curses, moans, all of it. Your voice laced with pleasure that he brings you, it turns him on much more than it should.  
“Fuck- say you love me,” Eddie groans, begging you.
Your face heats up at his sudden intimate request, stomach flipping now that you’re suddenly flustered.
Your voice is breathy and light, “I love you, Ed.” you say next to his ear.
He feels like he’s gonna explode right there. “Look at me... please,” his voice sounds soft. Your eyes meet his, trying to prevent them from closing from all the pleasure he’s bringing you. “Say it again, pretty girl” he pleads for you, out of breath. His thumb on your clit slows down, and it wont speed back up until you say it again. 
You whine once more, eyes staring into his brown, chocolate colored ones while you ride him, “Fuck... I love you,” and you really mean it. He brings your head close to his face, pulling you in for a very deep kiss, keeping his wide hand on the back of your skull.
Your try to gyrate your hips and make out with him at the same time, finding it difficult to keep your breath steady from doing 2 breath taking things at once. You feel the fat of your ass slapping against his thighs, with his fingers curling around the back of your skull, forcing your face to stay connected to his. His thumb rubs your slippery clit, bringing you more vibrations of pleasure up and down your body.
Your pussy continues to leak and squelch around him, while your tongues stay circling around each other, drawing mewls from you both. Your stomach feels seething heat, making you realize you’re not far from a climax.
Your walls pulsate with heavy arousal, and Eddie feels this through the condom. The way you won’t stop clenching around him, sucking him in, moaning on his lips, even the way you smell, it’s taking over all his senses. He’s worried now because he knows he’s going to finish before you.
You pull off his mouth to catch your breath, but when you see his face, you have to bite your lip to hold yourself back. His eyes are barely open, brows creasing above them as they slant. His mouth can’t close, lips hanging open, exhaling heavily. His bangs are messy, some of the ends attach to his shining forehead. His neck is absolutely covered in bite marks and hickeys, adams apple bobbing in the center.
His tongue comes out to lick the upper corner of his lips, following with a deep breath - at least, as deep as he can get from his overwhelmed state. 
“Please,” he half whines, half begs, “if you keep, fuck- if you k-keep going, ‘m gonna c-cum..” he says in the most pathetic way. His voice is pitchy, sounding like a sad whiny mess. 
“So tell me to stop.” you pant, testing him. His begging only turns you on more, starting to get you closer to finishing. “I know you wanna cum, pretty boy,” you say to his sweaty, pleasured face, “so let me see it.” Your head comes to his ear, letting you hear how good he’s making you feel, knowing how much that makes him squirm. He still lets you ride him anyway, circling his finger around your bud, eager to make you cum first. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Eddie hisses. “Shit-! mm- like that, j-just like that baby,” he can’t help but be vocal when you’re making him feel so good. 
His hand on your clit starts to weaken, halting sometimes too. You bring your hand down to guide his. 
“No, no, Eddie- need you to keep touching me,” you breathe out, getting closer to cumming. His thumb circles back on track. “Good boy, j-just like that, there you go...” 
He whines from the sound of you praising him, calling him a good boy right in his ear. He ruts into you sloppily, making all kinds of erotic noises with his perfect mouth. Your legs tremble on top of his own, not too far away from your release. 
Your head falls back, shoulders shaking and contracting. 
“’m close, Eddie..” you whine his name. 
His hand that’s holding your hip squeezes very tightly, fingers creasing into your hip, making his nails press little divots into your flesh. Your walls grip his shaft, tighter than ever, this time not relaxing at all. 
“You’re fuckin’ clenching.. too damn tight,” Eddie complains with a pleasured noise, “Oh jesus chr- fuck! gonna cum, gonna cu- ah-!” 
He’s spilling into the condom before he can get all his words out, and you continues to chase your very close climax with the sounds of his moans pushing you further. 
You keep his hand on your clit, letting all the muscles in your body contract one last time for you finally cream all over his dick, listening to him praise you and tell you how beautiful you look when you cum. Your hips still pulse up and down, slowing with every lift. You feel him lean forward to your rising and falling body, placing kisses to your breasts and neck.
His eyes are taking in your whole face and figure. He watched you reach your high and come back down from it, worshiping your trembling body with his lips and words, while his shaft still rests inside you.
You finally come to a halt, still sitting on his dick as you catch your breath. Your bare naked bodies grow still, with the only movement coming from your rising chests- rest of your bodies too tired to do anything else. 
Eddie realizes first before you do, that you’re very naked; more naked than he is, given the fact that his pants weren’t fully taken off. They were only pushed down to his knees. He reaches over to grab his battle vest, swinging it over your shoulders and tucking it close to your chest.
“For your modesty, sweetheart.” He smiles.
Your eyebrow raises. “Yeah, because fucking while the van doors are wide open shows how much you care about ‘modesty’.” you smile as you tease him. Your hands grab the sides of his vest, bringing the flaps closer to each other to cover your tits.
He leans in to peck your nose, then your lips, and pulls back to admire how cute you look in his vest.
“And what about your modesty?” Your eyes trail down his torso.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be fully clothed soon. Did you at least have fun?” His hands come up to your side, rubbing his palms up and down you, soothingly.
“Yes,” you peck his lips, “this was a fun date.” you peck him again.
He brings his fist up, scrunching his face and shaking his closed hand in a little ‘hell yeah’ type of motion. His clenched eyes glance out the van, then open wide. “Woah- is that a person?”
Your head whips so fast towards the open doors, but you see nothing. Confused, you realized he’s messing with you. You look back at your trickster boyfriend and shove him. “Eddie!” Your little laugh has your walls semi vibrate around his semi soft erection that’s still in you. He smiles at you, trying to hold back his giggles.
“Sorry, sorry!” he jokes. “Too easy.”
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