#eddie munson onshot

[littlemissaddict]

So I've just come across a post with the head cannon that Eddie fake fucks his friends anytime they bend over (If this was your post I agree I can totally see this happening) but hear me out here...

What if fem!reader is the only one he doesn't do it to, out of respect for her and because he doesn't want to make her uncomfortable. Then one day they're at his trailer maybe smoking a little, the older ones that is none of the kids as Eddie/Steve would never allow it, they're not completely high but just so that they're brains are slightly hazy and they're looser than usual in the way they act.

She leans across the arm of the couch to pass something to Robin just as Eddie is passing and he sees and just as he does to the guys when they do this he grabs her hips and just thrusts his hips against her ass and she unexpectedly moans in response, the weed lowering her guard so that she's unable to control the moan. Everyone, including the two of them freeze, all eyes on them in their awkward position. She can feel her cheeks heat in embarrassment and she tries to pull away from Eddie, ready to explain herself as when she turns to him she fully expects him to be disgusted with her but as she brushes against him she can feel that he's half hard and his face shows a mixture of shock and arousal.

"Well that is an awkward conversation none of us want to be here for" Steve announces standing us, Robin following and Steve ushes Jeff and Gareth out of the door telling them he'll drop them off.

It's quiet when it's just left to the two of them, a tense silence rather than the usual comfortable one that they occasionally drift off into. Until it leads to both of them awkwardly revealing their crushes on the other as they try to figure out what now?

[bluurbed]

Eddie Munson headcanons

Sorry if this is terrible, never written on here before. Alsoo..please do come with suggestions, i do everything. OOh also i write for Eddie, Billy and Steve okii..!

He hates morning time.

Only Owns like 4 pairs of jeans. All black

His guilty plasure song is 100% 'brother louie by Modern talking'

His favorite animal is a duck...but he'd never admit it

He always brings Snacks to hellfire

Suprisingly clean and hygienic

Hates reading. He finds it very boring

loves hugs

His favorite thing to eat at lunch is Toast

He walks very cutely. Like a little waddle

Has little secret dance parties by himself in his room, blasting music and dancing while Wayne is out

Actually a good cook

Loves home made things

Really likes the sound of other languages like Norwegian, Finnish, Icelandic. Ones you don't hear often

Has never been on vacation

Deep down misses his father

Loves going to the lake and sitting there. Smoking a joint, looking out onto the lake, just by himself

Doesn't like horror movies (they scare him)

Loves being himself, and says what he means (with slight filter)

His legs slightly point inwards when he walks

He really likes hellfire club, it's one of his greatest accomplishments

his favorite color is Red

Suprisingly good at art. But his handwriting is unreadable

100% has a savings account

His dream dog is a Newfoundlander

When he doesn't find conversations interesting, he just walks away. But he always just says "sorry, i'm not interested in this"

Thank you that was all!

please leave requests for anything. Headcanons, blurbs, onshots, i do smuts too

[keepyourcoffin]

Don’t You Forget About Me

pairing: eddie munson x fem reader (best friends to lovers bc i love this trope it gets me everytime)

description: after a fight erupted in your family home, you go to the one safe place you have in town. 

warnings: smut (18+) fingering, piv unprotected sex but eddie pulls out, (dont do this) praise kink for sure bud, light choking, some nipple play, lotssss of teasing, rough but soft dom eddie, best friends to lovers, bit of clueless eddie, mentions of drinking, family trauma (both eddie & reader) bit of hurt/comfort but really the reader is sad and also h*rny for her hot bestie 

word count: 7.8k (i write long ones apparently)

a/n: hi i haven’t written in years but this boy has corrupted my thoughts and now we have this. hopefully im not as rusty as i think i am, writing smut is hard but im trying lol 

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The weather in Hawkins this summer had been intense, to say the least.

There had been storm after storm and tonight was no different.

The smell of rain filled your senses as you burst out of your trailer that you lived in with your parents. The storm had immediately drenched you as you practically sprinted across the trailer park towards your best friends house.

Eddie was the kind of friend who was always there for you no matter what.  Seeing as you lived in the same park as him, he was always the one you went to first. And it’s been like that for 5 years since you moved here and met him in highschool.

Your friendship with Eddie had always been sort of a black and grey area. Both of you growing up in broken families had somehow brought you closer and upon learning this information, you craved company and affection from one another – the kind you never got when you were younger.

But one day the affection you two shared with each other morphed into something else.

The lingering touches had somehow felt more warm.

The tight hugs after not seeing each other for a while made your heart churn.

And worse.

When you two had movie nights, Eddie didn’t know what personal space was.

He would sling his arm around your shoulders and pull you closer to his side during a slasher film. If there was a part in the movie that would visibly shake you, he would rub absent circles on your leg, and it drove you nuts.

The warmth that grew in your stomach at any slight touch on your bare skin was almost getting unbearable and you didn’t know how much longer you could just pretend to be his best friend but confessing your feelings towards him wasn’t really on your mind now.

As you sprinted across the park, you suddenly realized how horrible this storm really was. You were drenched in seconds, and it didn’t help that you had just stormed out of your house in an oversized shirt and some shorts.

The distance to Eddie’s was only 50 steps away, but by the time you were up on his front porch, you were a cold shivering mess.

You knew Eddie would be awake, he always was at ungodly hours. You knocked on the door with a shaky hand, you weren’t even sure if it was loud enough since you could only hear your teeth chattering.

You heard footsteps from inside the trailer and Eddie was opening the door with a puzzled look on his face, but his features immediately softened when he saw you.

“Hey sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asked as he ushered you inside, his hand on the small of your back.

You didn’t even have to say a word, he always knew. The moment your eyes met his, tears welled up in your eyes and you just started crying.

“Oh sweetheart, c’mere,” He pulled you into his arms and swayed you softly back and forth. You clung onto him and buried your face into his chest and let out soft cries.

“I just- I just couldn’t be there tonight. My dad started drinking and at first it was fine. But then he started yelling and throwing things and I-“ You just shook your head and pressed harder into Eddie.

He rubbed your back softly, then brought his hand up to cradle the back of your head. “Shh, it’s okay. You know you’re always welcome here.” You just let out a shaky breath against his chest as you continued to sway until you were calmed down enough to relax.

Your parents fought practically everyday, it wasn’t a surprise to you anymore and sadly, you were used to it.

This night was the worst it’s been in a while. You weren’t even sure why they were still together. After just graduating high school, it was hard to find a job in this town. Which left you no option but to live there until you got your financial situation figured out.

Eddie pulled away from you once your breathing evened out and dipped his head down to look at you, his hair falling in front of his face.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah? Pick any shirt you want.” You nodded as you wiped the remaining tears on your face.

“Sorry for interrupting your night,” you said with a tinge of guilt in your voice.

Eddie’s eyebrows rose. “Babe. Why are you sorry? Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” He rubbed your shoulders soothingly while he examined your features. “I wasn’t doing anything anyways,” he chuckled softly.

“If anything, I missed you and hoped you would come over,” His doe eyes bored into your soul and made your knees buckle a little. His direct eye contact was always a little intimidating.

You smiled a little at his words. “You just saw me yesterday,” You felt the tension release from your shoulders as you relaxed into his touch.

“Doesn’t matter. Go to my room and get dressed while I get you a towel and make some hot chocolate, kay?” His signature smirk made its way onto his face as you nodded and made your way down the hallway into his room.

It was a mess, of course. He obviously hadn’t cleaned his room in a while in classic Eddie fashion. Clothes scattered the floor, and a cigarette was still burning in the ashtray, one that he left when he went to go answer the door.

Looking through his dresser drawers, you found his favorite and your favorite Metallica Ride the Lightning shirt.

You discarded your wet shirt onto his floor with the rest of his clothes and put it on, your senses immediately filled with all things Eddie. The shirt was massive on you, practically down to your knees but you didn’t mind. You felt at home.

Thankfully your shorts weren’t too wet, so you kept those on, but now you need to tend to your hair. You looked into the mirror above his dresser and realized how much of a mess you really looked. Your mascara was smudged lightly, not sure if the rain was the culprit or your tears. Probably a mix of both.

You sighed at your reflection. You licked the pad of your thumb in attempt to make yourself look a little more put together, wiping away any makeup that was running down your face. It kind of worked, but you didn’t beat yourself up too much about it.

Eddie carefully knocked on the door to make sure you were done changing, when he heard a soft “come in,” he had a towel in hand.

“Hot chocolate is almost done, here’s a towel for m’lady,” he bowed down to you on one knee, his free hand going behind his back with the towel in his other hand extended out to you.

You giggled at his theatrics and gratefully took the towel, starting you squeeze out the water in your hair.

“You sure you should be leaving that hot chocolate unattended out there?” You teased him with a smirk on your face, finally starting to come out of your sad state a little more and feel more like yourself.

“C’mon, I’m not that hopeless. I know how to make hot chocolate.” He got up off the floor and crossed his arms over his chest.

You just continued to giggle at him. “Oh really?” you gave him a questioning glance, ruffling the towel in your hair. “Don’t you remember the time you were cooking fries over hot grease?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Okay, that’s different. They don’t give you a handbook on fucking grease fires in cooking class.” He pointed his finger at you, chuckling slightly at the memory of almost setting his trailer on fire.

“Eddie, its really just common sense. You never throw water onto a grease fire. You have to smother it,” You threw the towel at his chest, and he caught it.

“Well, genius I really wish you would have shared this valuable information with me before I almost destroyed the kitchen.” He balled up the towel and tossed it into the corner of his room, amongst the other clothes.

You followed him out of the room and into the kitchen, sitting at the stools on the other side of the counter while he grabbed two mugs from Wayne’s ever-growing collection.

The kettle whistled as a cue that the boiling water was ready. He grabbed the hot chocolate powder from the cupboard and put in a spoonful to each cup and poured the water into them.

Seeing Eddie in such a domestic environment made your heart beat a little faster. His tank top hanging off his board shoulders, his sleep pants hanging a little too low on his hips as he stirred the two drinks until they were fully mixed. You were truly fucked. How dare you have such a gorgeous best friend?

He slid the mug across the counter towards you and gave you a little nod to taste it. You gave him a suspicious look as you brought the cup up to your lips and gave it a taste. Much to your surprise it was quite good for a store-bought mixture.

He smirked as he took a sip of his own mug. “Told you I wasn’t hopeless.”

“Eds, its kind of hard to mess up powdered hot chocolate.” You teased him as you cradled the hot drink in your hands. The shivering stopped.

“Sweetheart, you wound me.” He brought a hand up to his chest with a small frown on his face, but he couldn’t hold it for long with the way you were smiling at him. You two had such an effect on each other and you were both blind to it.

“But for a store-bought hot chocolate mix, its pretty good right?” he asked, taking a few more sips of the hot beverage.

You agreed and chuckled to yourself at his need for praise. “Yeah, its not bad. Thank you,” You dipped your head down and took another sip, suddenly your cheeks feeling a little too hot. Was it the drink, or was it the way he was staring at you?

The thunder suddenly erupted in the sky, causing you to gasp and the trailer to shake. You weren’t the biggest fan of storms either when they got like this.

Eddie noticed your change in demeanor and took your two mugs to sink. “How about we watch a movie, yeah? Get your mind off everything,” he suggested, leaning against the counter with his arms folded on top of each other, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “I’ll let you pick your favorite,” He smiled at you, tapping his rings against the counter.

Your eyes lit up; he already knew what you wanted to watch.

“Does this mean we can watch The Breakfast Club without you whining about it?” He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, if it means I get to see you happy,” He pushed himself off the counter and started making his way into the living room to his VHS collection, crouching down and searching for it.

With his back turned to you, you admire the way his shoulders flexed under his tank top. Everything about Eddie was just so mesmerizing. You know he didn’t see himself the way you did and that made your heart hurt a little bit.

Eddie was hard on himself, much like you were to yourself. So, finding comfort in each other was the greatest thing this universe could have done for the both of you.

He stood up with the tape in his hand and shook his hair away from his face. “John Bender awaits,” he teased you, knowing about your crush on the character. Every time you watched the movie together you always gushed over Bender. His carefree attitude, the tough guy act he puts on, the way he dressed. It reminded you of a certain someone, and you didn’t put the pieces together until your crush on Eddie had formed.

You both made your way into his room where he had set up a little TV and VHS player in front of his bed, making it the perfect den for all his needs. With his guitar and weed stash, he really didn’t need to leave his room ever.

You settled yourself on the far corner of his bed beside the wall, propping up the pillows behind you so you could sit comfortably.

After getting everything set up, Eddie settled beside you and leaned against the headboard, reaching over to his bedside table and grabbing a joint and a lighter. He put it in his mouth and lit it, scrunching up his face and taking a long drag of it. He exhaled the smoke out of his lungs and passed it to you wordlessly.

“Thanks, I needed this tonight,” you say, taking a hit of the joint as well. You didn’t hit it as expertly as he did, coughing a little as you exhaled the smoke, feeling the burn of it in your throat.

He took the joint back and had another drag. “My pleasure, princess,” he side-eyed you and gave you a smirk as you settled further into the bed, letting the feeling of the weed relax you even further. Your body wasn’t on edge anymore after the earlier events at your own trailer.

You smiled at the TV as Simple Minds filled your ears, passing the joint back and forth until you were heavy lidded enough and Eddie finished it off. He crossed his arms behind his head, which made his shirt ride up in the process. You couldn’t help but take a sneaky glance over at the exposed skin of his hip bones, clenching your thighs together at the sight.

But he noticed.

After about 20 minutes into the movie, you started to feel a bit cold again. You didn’t realize you had been shivering slightly. Goosebumps had appeared on the skin of your bare legs. You pushed slightly closer to Eddie, brushing your leg against his covered one.

He glanced over at you. “You cold?” he asked, cocking his head at you.

“Yeah, a little bit but I’m fine,” You smiled at his as you shifted again, trying to get comfortable. The trailer was always freezing during these storms. The pathetic heater they had did practically nothing in these events.

“Nonsense princess,” He moved his arms out from behind his head and extended them out to you.

“C’mere, I’ll get you warm. You know I’m like a walking furnace, right?”

You nodded and were a bit hesitant. It wasn’t unusual for you and Eddie to cuddle, but lately it drove you insane. Being that close to him, hearing his heartbeat, taking in his scent. You rested your head on his chest and swung your leg over his. He pulled you closer to him and rested his one hand on your shoulder and the other one on your leg right above the knee. He felt your goosebumps.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart, if you were this cold, you should have said something earlier,” He chuckled, low and deep, you felt it vibrate in his chest. His ring clad hand started rubbing up and down your leg in attempt to make you warmer, and oh boy it did just that. Just not where you had expected it to be.

You balled up his shirt in your hand started fidgeting with it. His hand felt hot on your leg.

“How’s this? Better?” he asked, tracing mindless circles into your leg, his hand coming up closer to rest on your thigh.

“Yeah,” you said, nuzzling your face into his chest further.

He hummed contently and his hand continued it’s way up your leg, rubbing it softly to try and bring warmth back to your body.

Your eyes felt heavy, and you weren’t sure if it was from the way he was touching you or if it was from the weed. It didn’t matter though; it felt nice. Warmth did creep up on your body, and it was getting harder to ignore. With your body pressed up against Eddie’s, your core was rubbing against the side of his leg. The fabric on your shorts not giving much of a barrier between you and him.

There was no way he didn’t feel you getting aroused from his touch. It was hard not to. Every so often his hand was inching closer up your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. The action gave you butterflies, and you couldn’t help but to adjust yourself, in doing so this caused you to gain some friction against his leg and you sighed softly at the feeling.

And the truth was, he could feel you. His heart was racing in his chest, and he was sure you could hear it. Having you this close to him made him feel like he was 15 again. He couldn’t think straight, but let’s be honest, when it came to you, it left him brainless.

The way your perfect body moulded against his, your dainty hands playing mindlessly with his shirt had him melting. He was just good at hiding his feelings. The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable in such a vulnerable state.

Which is the exact reason why you felt as though your feelings for him were on sided. He was just a touchy-feely guy, and you had accepted that. Keeping your best friend close to you was a much better option than losing him completely over your crush.

As Eddie continued to trace patterns up your thigh, you became restless. Not even paying attention to the movie at this point, the only thing on your mind was Eddie Eddie Eddie, and how he was blindly driving you mad with such a simple touch.

You didn’t even feel your body chasing friction on his leg, you just felt your wetness pooling in your panties as you continued to adjust in your spot, creating the tiniest amount of pleasure between your thighs as you absentmindedly dry humped his leg. But it wasn’t enough.

Soon Eddie felt you shifting in your position every couple of seconds and grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back so he could look at you.

“Hey, are you uncomfortable? We could switch positions if you want, I don’t mind.” He asked you sweetly, still tracing patterns just above your knee.

You hid your face into his chest again. “No, its okay. I’m comfortable,” You replied, still softly shifting your hips between his thigh, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight movements and what was going on.

“Are you sure?” He pressed, “If you’re too tired I can always just go to the couch and let you sleep,” He suggested. No matter how many sleepovers you two had, he always let you take the bed, and he took the couch. He always insisted on it, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself sleeping beside you, but he always left that part out.

“I’m okay Eds, really.” You replied, hoping he would drop it and not press any further about your constant shifting.

“Really? Because you keep moving,” And with that you stopped shifting and your breathing halted. Oh god, he could feel you this entire time, you thought.

“No I’m fine it’s just-“you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and started playing with the fabric of his shirt again.

“The way you’re touching my leg is kind of, um, it feels nice,” you said softly, hoping he didn’t pick up on the way your voice trembled slightly.

“Oh,” he said and halted his movements on your leg, the cog turning inside of his head as to how this justified your constant shifting, and then it hit him.

His eyes widened slightly as he took in your small frame, your hips still slowly moving to try to gain friction against his leg.

His hand travelled up your leg again, tracing small circles on the back of your thighs.

“Does it feel nice when I touch you like this?” he asked with a tinge of teasing in his tone.

You didn’t reply, just buried your face into his chest to get away from the embarrassment of humping your friend’s leg. But to your surprise, he didn’t stop.

His hand travelled up slightly further to the meat of your thigh, barely touching but driving you wild.

“What about here? Is this nice?” His voice got lower, and you knew you just went to a place you couldn’t get out of.

Your hand gripped onto his shirt more. “Eds…” You said softly, shifting your leg so he could get closer to the place you craved him most. You felt something twitch inside of his pajamas.

He groaned in his chest, almost low enough that you couldn’t hear it. His hand slowly came up to the highest part of your thigh where your shorts rested, squeezing the flesh there.

“And what about here?” You sighed softly as his fingertips grazed the fabric of your shorts, slipping a little bit inside to where your ass met your thigh.

You really couldn’t take it anymore. You pressed further into his body and let out a soft moan.

“You really like that, don’t you?” He teased. You felt your cheeks getting hotter at his words. Your breathing picked up a bit as he barely grazed over your center, but not quite touching.

“Tell me to stop and I will,” He almost whispered. “I’ll go out to the couch, and we can pretend this never happened,” He pulled his hand away from your core and continued tracing small circles on your thigh.

You whined softly and pressed your leg further into him, the friction sending shocks of pleasure to your stomach.

“Please don’t stop,” you whispered, and that was all he needed.

You heard him swear under his breath, his hand slowly inching back up towards your covered pussy. His cheek pressed against your head as he softly pressed his palm against you, rubbing his fingertips up and down until you jerked against his touch. Bingo.

“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling how hot you were against him. “You are so wet. And just from me touching your leg,” he chuckled, rubbing small circles into your clit through your shorts.

Your brain short circuited, you couldn’t believe this was happening. His filthy words went straight to your pussy, sending more shockwaves of pleasure through your system.

He pressed a little harder, seeing what gave him the most reaction out of you and you whined. You fucking whined.

Your hand traveled from his side from where you were tugging on his shirt and it slowly started drifting down towards the obvious erection in his pants, but never touching. Just grazing his waistband.

“Sweetheart, you are driving me crazy,” He chuckled deep in his chest. “Seeing you like this against me, fuck, I never thought this would happen,” He admitted, totally in awe of how your body reacted to his touch. Your hips continued to jerk against his hand, barely giving you any pressure or anything to work with.

Your hand grazed his erection in his pants, and you gasped, feeling how hard and how big he was. He pushed his hand under the fabric of your shorts and panties, immediately feeling how wet you really were. His finger ran up and down your slit, creating a slickness everywhere. When his fingertips grazed over your clit, you gave his cock a little squeeze.

He groaned in his chest, and this was his breaking point. He sat up suddenly and hooked his arms under your armpits and pressed your back against his front. His legs hooking onto yours and spreading you wide on his bed.

The movie was long forgotten at this point.

His arms snaked around your waist and pressed his face against your neck and took in your scent. He smoothed his hands over your stomach and rubbed your sides. He began placing light kisses against your neck, travelling down to where your shoulder meets. He softly nibbles at the skin, pulling a moan from you.

“Y’don’t know how much I’ve thought about this,” You feel him smirk against your skin as his hands make their way to your thighs again, delicately rubbing the skin on the most inner part of your them. You try to push your hand back against his body, chasing any friction you could find just so he would touch you already.

“Eddie, please…” you begged.

“Babe, you’re squirming again. Just relax,” he whispered as his large hands pushed your legs apart even further, his hand coming up to cup your sex through your shorts. You whined and had no idea what to do with your hands, so you placed them on his thighs.

“I’m going to take care of you, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” you just whined in response as he slowly started to tease you again. You’ve lost the ability to speak as he was driving you crazy. Rubbing up and down your covered pussy and stopping to rub delicate circles on your clit when you jerked against his body.

“There, huh?” You nodded meekly against him, scared that if you even tried to speak it would come out as a jumbled mess.

He continued his teasing, going torturously slow on your clit. Your hips started to buck up to meet his hands.

“Ed’s please… just touch me,” you whimpered, growing impatient as the pleasure wasn’t enough anymore. You had waited so long for this.

“I am touching you,” He smirked. He fucking smirked. He knew how to rile you up and it seems as though it has translated this way in this uncharted territory as well.

“You know what I mean,” you sigh into the air.

“No, I don’t think I do,” he said lowly, halting his hand movements on your covered core.

His hand slipped inside your shorts, still over your silk panties. He immediately found your clit and the pressure was good – but it still wasn’t enough. He could feel your wetness seeping through your panties.

“Is this what you mean?” you shook your head against him as he continued his agonizing movements on your clit. He hummed against you as he removed his hand. You whined and tried to turn around and give him a look, he continued pressing his cheek against your head.

“Such a needy little thing, huh? Just dying for your best friend to touch you like this,” he was having so much fun with this, getting you riled up until you broke.

He tugged at the waistband of your shorts. “Take these off, yeah? Keep your panties on, though.” He added.

You sat up and pulled off your shorts, keeping them in the palm of your hands when you leaned back against his chest. He quickly grabbed them and tossed them to the other side of his room.

His hands immediately returned to your core, his chin rested against your shoulder and took in how exposed you were to him. The feeling of his rough hands against the softness of your panties was pure heaven.

“Fuck babe, I knew you’d wear the cutest panties,” he confessed to you as his hands smoothed over you. Your head was spinning.

“You – You imagined this?” you panted out, embarrassed as to how worked up you already were.

“How could I not? Look at you,” he praised. His fingers pushed your panties to the side and ran up and down your slit, collecting the wetness that pooled around your hole and was now dripping down to your ass.

“Can’t believe I did this to you,” he chuckled, amazed at how wet you really were for him. His fingers finally found themselves against your clit and the pleasure was mind numbing. He was good with his hands. He knew the exact amount of pressure to add as he swirled his fingers around your swollen bud.

“You’ve been doing this to me Eds, I just haven’t said any – Oh my god,” you moaned as he pushed two fingers inside of you, your hands gripped his thighs at the stretch of just his fingers.

His fingers moved in and out slowly, relishing in the feeling of how tight you were. His mouth dropped open in a silent o shape as he watched them move inside your heat.

“You’ve been meaning to tell me I could have been doing this sooner? Damn you, sweetheart,” He nipped at the skin of your neck again while his other hand moved up to your breasts and giving them a soft squeeze. He groaned when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra.

His hand snaked under your shirt and immediately found your hardened nipples, delicately rubbing his fingers over them, eliciting and moan from you. He pinched the bud between his fingers while desperately trying to find that spot inside of you that would make you –

“Oh fuck, there, right there,” you moaned, turning into jelly at the stimulation on your nipple and his fingers pressing into that spongey spot inside of you.

“Good girl, using her words,” he sucked a harsh spot onto your neck, you clenched around his fingers, a soft whine coming from your throat.

“Oh, you like that? Felt you tighten around me, babe,” he continued his assault on your neck. You were getting more wet by the second. Everything he was doing to your body was sending you into overdrive. Your hips had a mind of their own.

His fingers kept pressing against that spot inside of you, sending shocks of pleasure to your core. You were a moaning, writhing mess beneath him. Your orgasm was coming on faster than it ever had before. Your hips pushing back to meet his fingers as they thrust inside you was pushing his erection against your back.

The friction you were giving him caused him to groan lowly in your ear, speeding up the movements of his fingers inside of you. Every time his fingers brushed against that spot inside you, it pushed you closer to the edge.  

“Eddie – I’m so close,” you managed to get out between moans, your grip on his thighs getting tighter as you were getting closer to the edge.

“Yeah? Come on baby, I know you can do it,” He praised in your ear, his hot breath sending a chill down your spine.

With one last push, he added his thumb to your clit and pressed lazy circles into it. He tugged on your nipple, and you moaned out, slumping your head against his shoulder as your body went lax. Your orgasm soared through you, covering his fingers in your slick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your body jerked, his fingers still moving at a slow pace inside you while you ride it out.

His hard cock was still pressed against your back, begging to be let out. He pulled his fingers from your pussy, coated in your wetness. He held his hand up in the darkness of his room, only lit by the TV that was still playing the movie. He looked at his hands in awe and spread them, your slick was stringy and gooey against his fingers.

You were a little embarrassed by the mess you caused, but he didn’t seem to mind. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean, he groaned at the taste of you on his tongue.

“God, you taste good,” he released his fingers with an obscene pop. You released the grip you had on his thighs and turn to face him.

His eyes were dark, his hair messy and frizzy on his head. His face was slightly illuminated by the light that the TV provided. His lips were swollen from sucking on your neck. Your eyes met his for the first time since this whole interaction and they looked hungry.

Your eyes darted between his and his lips. You turned around on his lap and straddled him. His eyes bugged out of his head as he took in your form. He placed his hands on your waist as you leaned down and kissed him.

Eddie Munson was a desperate kisser.

The kiss was dizzying, you both couldn’t keep your hands still. Your hands roamed from his chest, to cup the back of his head and tangling them in his hair. His hands travelled up your sides and cupped your breasts through your shirt, trailing down to grab your ass.

His tongue was on your lip, you moaned into his mouth and granted him access. Your tongues danced together, your grip and his hair tightened as you ground your hips down to meet his. He groaned into your mouth and pushed his hips up to meet yours.

You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth and suckled, your hands travelling down to the hem of his tank top.

You pulled away to catch your breath and rest your forehead against his. “Take this off?” You asked, playing with the fabric between your fingers.

“Yeah,” He nodded quickly and sat back, quickly ripping the article of clothing from his body.

You’ve seen him shirtless before, being friends for years has its upsides. But you’ve never seen him like this.

His hair rested atop his shoulders, his muscles flexed, and the light cascaded over him beautifully. The dark tattoos on his chest made your mouth practically hang open and drool. He must have noticed you staring and chuckled to himself.

“Your turn,” He smirked and looked up at you on his lap and bit his lip, starting to pull your top off. You helped the rest of the way and tossed it to the same corner your shorts ended up in.

Now it was his turn to stare.

His eyes immediately went to your tits, his eyes bulged out of his head. His palms slowly came up to caress the underside of them. Once you moved closer, he fully groped you. Grabbing and squeezing your tits in his hands. When his thumbs came up to graze your nipple, you buckled under his touch and let out a sigh.

You looked down at him and he looked up at you, there was something different in his eyes. Something you noticed before but brushed it off to ignore your own feelings and you realized something.

Best friends don’t look at each other like that.

His arms wrapped around your back as he attached his mouth to your nipple, you moaned out at the feeling, grabbing the back of his head again and tugging on his hair. This elicited another low groan from him. You did it again as he swirled his tongue around the bud and his hips bucked up.

You pulled him back by his hair and he looked up at you half lidded and dizzy.

“Eddie Munson, do you like your hair getting pulled?” You asked with a smug look on your face.

His eyes got darker somehow. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”

He pulled you off his lap with ease and pushed you down onto the bed, towering over you and caging you in with his arms.

He looked scarily intimidating from this angle, the way his hair flowed around his face. You felt yourself clench around nothing as you stared up at him, feeling yourself getting aroused again.

His hand that wasn’t beside your head trailed down your side until it reached the hem of your panties. He sat back on his knees to pull them off you. Your arousal from earlier made them cling to your core and he grinned as he discarded them somewhere in his room, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

Your eyes trailed down his chest again to the tent in his pajama pants. You’re fully taking it in now and it looked massive. You’ve seen your fair share of dicks before, but you knew you were in trouble this time.

His cocky grin gave him away, his hands reached for the hem of pajamas and pulled them off along with his boxers swiftly. His cock bounced back and tapped his stomach. The head was leaking and pink, begging to be touched. You didn’t realize that possibly, you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

And fuck, he was huge. The girth alone could split you in half. You swallowed down the saliva that pooled in your mouth at the sight of him.

“What? Is it too big for you?” He chuckled as you continued to eye him, grabbing the base of his cock and giving it a slight squeeze.

“I’m not answering that question,” you replied and peered up at him with shy eyes. That had already answered his question.

He opened your legs with his large hands. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked, caging you in again with his arms beside your head. “This is going to change everything and there’s no going back, you know that right?”

You leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Yes, I’m sure. I want this Eds,” you touched his cheek and smiled at him.

He smiled his signature toothy grin and leaned back again, rubbing his cock through your folds.

“I hope you know I’m not holding back,” he said casually, his cock catching on the hood of your clit. “Wanted this for too long,”

You licked your lips and nodded. “Do your worst,”

He took that as a challenge. He lined himself up with your entrance and slowly started to push in. Immediately you feel that stretch, you squeeze your eyes shut as you grab onto his bicep.

“God, Eddie,” you panted out.

“You gotta relax sweetheart or it’s going to hurt,” He kissed the side of your head and paused waiting for you to adjust before pushing in more.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and adjusted your hips, causing him to push inside faster and you gasped. He wasn’t even fully inside yet and you knew you were going to be wrecked.

“You are so god damn tight, Jesus,” he huffed out.

As his hips finally met yours, you were full. The burn felt so good. He groaned, feeling you wrapped around him so perfectly. He twitched inside of you, causing you to gasp out as he lightly grazed that spongey spot inside of you again, making you toss your head back.

He leaned down to kiss the side of your neck again, pulling the skin between his teeth and sucking, pulling a moan from you.

“Okay, I’m ready,” You tapped his arm, signalling him it’s okay to move.

He pulled his hips back, watching his cock pull out of you and then slammed back in. The moan you let out was animalistic, the whole trailer park definitely heard you. You closed your eyes and basked in the feeling of him inside you. You could feel everything, from his mushroom tip hitting your cervix to the thick veins that adorned the side of his cock.

His hips slowly started to pick up pace, he grabbed your legs and pushed them over his shoulders giving him a better angle to get deeper inside of you. You gasped loudly and scratched at his chest, the feeling suddenly becoming overwhelming with being so full.

“Eddie, oh my god,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head and lolled to the side. His cock moving in and out of you with ease. He grabbed your face in his hand and squished your cheeks together, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me while I’m making you feel good,” He peered down at you, sweat already starting to gather on his forehead. This angle making him hit that spot inside of you that made you cream around his cock.

Eye contact seemed too intimidating, so you shut your eyes in that moment, lost in the pleasure of him absolutely railing you.

He delivered a hard thrust that made you open your eyes and cry out.

“I said look at me, wanna see how beautiful you are while you fall apart,”

You looked up at him, your eyes were glazed over and Eddie thought you looked so beautiful like this. He shoved a finger into your mouth and you immediately sucked.

“Good girl,” He praised and you moaned around his digit.

His thrusts became harder, continuously hitting your spongey spot. You moaned out around his finger and he released it from your mouth with a pop.

“Wanna hear you babe, make those pretty sounds for me,” He pulled your legs off his shoulders and gripped your hips, moving them to where he wanted.

His grip on your hips gave him more power, thrusting into you at an insane pace. His cock hitting your cervix in the most delicious way had you moaning and whimpering mess underneath him. You were sure that your hips would have bruises on them by the morning.

“Fuck Eddie, I’m getting close,” You whined out, your hands grabbing at the back of his neck to bring him down for a searing kiss.

Your lips met and it was messy. A battle between lips, tongue and teeth and it was hot. Your hands tangled in his thick locks again and tugged, earning you a loud groan from him. You smirked against his lips at the effect you had on him.

He pulled away and grabbed one of your legs and pulled it against his chest to provide a new angle. His gaze peered down as he watched himself slide in and out of you.

“You’re fucking dripping around me, babe. You should see it,” He furrowed his brow together as he got lost in the feeling of being inside of you.

Your hips started twitching as he brought his thumb down to your clit again and rubbed small circles. You cried out, your second orgasm of the night getting closer by the second.

You squeezed your eyes shut, the pleasure becoming too much for you in this moment. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he brushed against that spot inside of your pussy with every thrust, the pressure on your clit was making your vision so clouded.

“Eddie, shit, don’t stop,” you cried out as your nails ran down his chest to ground you a little bit more in this moment.

“Oh baby, I wasn’t planning on it,” he chuckled above you and continued railing you as hard as he could until you cried out his name and gushed around him. Your whole body went lax as it rode out your second orgasm of the night, which was somehow more powerful than the first one with his cock stuffed inside of you.

But there was no sign of stopping from Eddie yet. You couldn’t get enough at this point.

He swiftly pulled out of you and hoisted you up on your hands and knees and pushed your head into the mattress. The hold on your hips was the only thing keeping you up, your knees were beyond numb at this point from the pleasure.

He slammed back into you and groaned.

“Can’t get enough of this pretty pussy,” He groaned into your head, kissing your shoulder and pushing the hair away from your face.

He pulled out and slammed back in harshly, getting seemingly deeper than he was previously. Tears were streaming down your face at this point. His tongue darted out to lick away the salty tears.

“Crying cause it feels so good, huh?” He lifted you up and pulled you into his chest as he continued railing you from behind, his hand coming up to apply light pressure on your neck.

You were definitely going to have an indent from his rings there.

“Eds, It’s so much – it feels so good,” you sobbed out, only thing keeping you upright was the hold Eddie had on you.

“Oh I know, you’re still so wet,” his hips started snapping faster, the flesh of your ass jiggling with every thrust. His words hot against your ear send a shiver down your spine. You can’t think straight anymore and you think you want to experience this every day.

You could tell he was close by the way he released you from his hold and shoved you into the mattress again, gripping your hips and using you as he liked. His thrust became messy and erratic.

His lips came down to nibble on your shoulder. “Gonna cum, holy shit,” he moaned out.

He squeezed your hips one final time and pulled out, grabbing the base of his cock and shooting his cum all over your back.

You were beyond fucked out at this point. You lay flat on his bed catching your breath with your eyes shut. You didn’t even realize he had left the room to get a warm washcloth to clean you up.

He cleans you up wordlessly, every so often looking down at you and smiling to himself. You hissed as he lifted your leg and cleaned your aching pussy.

“Sorry babe,” He said, but he wasn’t really sorry.

You feel him lay down beside you and pull you into his chest. It’s silent for a couple beats.

“Can’t believe we fucked while your crush was on the TV,” he chuckled to himself. Of course he would say that after the brutal fucking you just endured.

“Oh my god, Eddie.” You giggled with him and hid your face from him. He knew exactly how to embarrass you.

“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” he asked with playfulness ridden in his tone.

“You ever wonder why I have a crush on Bender?” You lifted your head from his chest and rested your chin there.

He just looked at you and raised his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes at his cluelessness. “He reminds me of you, dumbass,” you smiled and squeezed his sides.

“Jeez, I really am dumb, huh?” he ran a hand through his messy hair, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’m really bad at putting the pieces together,” he said into the air, smiling to himself.

“Yeah, just a bit,” you agreed and laid your head back onto his chest.

“So…,” he starts. “Is this a good time to tell you how much I like you?”

“Eddie, you just railed me into next Saturday, I think I know how much you like me now,” you giggled and lifted your head again, giving a small peck on the lips.

“But yeah, I like you too. More than just friends, perhaps,” you looked at him coyly, giving him a cheeky grin.

“You’re insane, you know that?” his hands came up to squeeze your cheeks a little. You both giggled together.

“I mean who knows Eds, I might just like you enough to ask you to sleep in bed with me,” you teased him.

“Babe, best believe I am not going anywhere tonight.”

And with that, you two snuggled together on the bed while the credits for The Breakfast Club rolled on the small screen, falling asleep soundly to the tune of Don’t You Forget About Me.

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You Look Like An Angel

Summary - Is Eddie Munson an angel? Must be, Y/N feels like they've died and found a way into paradise.

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader (they/them pronouns used!)

Category - Fluff, maybe a little angsty at the end!

TW - Minor cursing, Eddie being a little sad softie at the end (I am so sorry for what you are about to endure-), (unsure if this could be one but I felt like it may be important to mention) "angel"/"angelic" used in a complimentary manner!

Please let me know if I missed anything!

Author’s Note - I feel like it is important here to mention that whilst writing this, I was unironically listening to "Love On The Brain" by Rihanna. Anyways... here you go, Kylie (@imabee-oralizard) and August (@mukbee); as promised! It is more of a blurb than a oneshot in my opinion and I wrote it in under half an hour so I deeply apologize if I did not do your prompt justice, Spencer, but I do hope you enjoy <3

Eddie Munson and his goddamn smile were Y/N’s absolute weakness. With Hellfire as his kingdom and his smile as his crown, Y/N was on their hands and knees to take a throne beside him. Both literally and figuratively.

His wicked club title was a misnomer and Y/N knew it. He was an angel gracing their presence with his.

Y/N watched as he grinned broadly and gestured wildly, conversing openly with Dustin at the head of the table. The words he was saying were lost on Y/N, their mind occupied with simply watching him.

“You busy there, Y/N?” Dustin chuckled, smirk full of wit.

“Uh huh,” Y/N mumbled mindlessly in response.

Dustin laughed aloud before turning away, walking to engage Mike in conversation across the room.

Eddie hid his smile behind the can of soda he chose to sip instead.

Y/N's mind did the work before they could approve of it.

“You look like an angel,” they whispered, chin rested dreamily in the palm of their hand.

Eddie’s drink practically jumped up his nose when he choked on it.

“What?” He wheezed, his diverted attention and sudden flustered feelings confusing him.

“I said you look ugly from every angle,” Y/N quickly amended, fearful of how much he could find out from their slip-up.

“Oh,” Eddie hid his pout behind the soda can he raised back to his lips, hoping Y/N didn’t notice how, all of a sudden, his eyes lost their light.

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Heyyyy! Feel free to ignore but can I request an Eddie Munson x fem!reader onshot? One where reader is Dustin’s older sister who sometimes hangs out with the hellfire club and goes to their bands gigs and eddie’s been crushing on her for a while but hasnt told her for fear of rejection (she likes him back too). Then when they all end up in the upside down, Eddie is constantly protecting her, putting himself between reader and any danger e.g. fighting the bats, covering her during the earthquakes, giving her his jacket after her clothes get kinda damaged from the bats. Then some fluffy confessions ensue when they get a moment of peace in the wheeler house. Thank you so much! 💕💕

heyyy! just posted the fic, tried to tag you but it wasn’t working so it’s called ‘horrible timing’ and will be the first thing after this on my page :))) thankyou for ur request, hope u like it! 🫶 <3

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Can I request a fluffy Eddie Munson x fem. reader onshot where reader wakes up and hears giggling and finds Eddie in their daughter’s room having a tea party with their 2 year old daughter and reader just melts watching them and gushes over how great of a father Eddie is?

I hope you like the imagine! thank you for requesting!

If you'd like to make any type of requests you can! <3

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I Miss You (18+) - Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie’s away on tour when he finds a bunch of polaroid's in his suitcase from reader and he has to thank her when he calls.

Word Count: 2660

Warnings ⚠️ Phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, swearing. I think that’s it but please let me know if there’s anything else I should add. Also if it’s not clear 18+ only minors kindly dni thank you.

This has been sat unfinished in my drafts for far too long and was originally supposed to be super sickly fluff but as always with anything I right lately it’s turned into smut, enjoy!

Coming home to an empty house was one thing she hated but the first time doing it after Eddie had gone on tour was always the hardest as she had to readjust back into the routine of him not greeting her at the door with a warm smile and open arms when she returned home from work. Tonight, once she had stepped through the threshold, she was greeted with silence. Kicking her shoes off by the door and depositing her bag on the table as she made her way into the kitchen to busy herself with making dinner to hopefully keep her mind off the loneliness beginning to grow inside of her.

Truth was, the tours that Corroded Coffin did now were not as frequent as they did when they were just starting out, no longer picking up any gig they could get just to build their fanbase. No, their fanbase was going strong and still growing everyday as the guys got bigger but she was just thankful that despite that Eddie was quite happy to stay in Hawkins. It hadn't always been that way but after a few months of staying out in LA while they wrote for their debut album and played shows nearly every night, Eddie had confessed to her that he'd been so relieved to come back home and just have that sense of normality back that he did the unthinkable to his teenage self, he bought a house for the two of them in Hawkins with part of his pay off from their album.

Now that had been an occasion for celebrating and while Eddie was appreciative of all the parties being held for them, the first chance he got he took her and Uncle Wayne out for a big fancy dinner wanting to spoil the two people who had always been there for him. He had also surprised his uncle with a cheque which obviously Wayne had tried to refuse stating, "I don't need your money boy, didn't do all I did for you expecting anything back" and Eddie had agreed with him. He knew that wasn't the reason Wayne took him in as a boy but Wayne had taken him in without complaint, raised him well so that he wouldn't follow the same paths as his parents and well it was clear they had struggled so now that Eddie had the means he wanted to give back to his uncle.

"I know that but you've worked so hard for so long uncle Wayne that I think it's time you looked after you instead" Eddie had replied, pushing the envelope back into his uncles' hands until finally he relented, thanking the boy but telling him rather sternly that he wanted no more.

The ringing of the phone pulled her focus away from the pan boiling away on the hob. Glancing at the clock on the wall on her way over to the phone, she frowned, it was way too early for Eddie's call so she wasn't sure who else could be calling.

"Hello?" she spoke, her free hand twisting the wire as she waited for a response.

"Hey, how you doing? Just wanted to see if you needed anything getting" Steve's voice crackled from the receiver and she smiled hearing Robin shouting hello in the background. Of course, she knew how Eddie liked to not-so secretly have Steve call to check up on her while he was away and while Steve usually liked to call round the house unexpectedly it was clear given Robin in the background that he was still at work.

"I'm fine just making dinner" she replied, it was partly the truth because she was fine, she just missed Eddie an awful lot. Something that Steve could sense when he asked if she wanted some company to which she shook her head at, feeling slightly silly when she remembered that he couldn't see her. "Not tonight, I'm gonna eat then shower so that I can crawl into bed and wait for Eddie to ring" she told him truthfully and Steve hummed knowingly.

"Okay but Saturday you're coming with us to the movies" he said and she could hear the smile in his voice and Robin faintly in the background shouting 'no arguments', shaking her head as she rolled her eyes at the two of them before bidding them both a goodbye as she went back to her cooking, thankfully it wasn't burnt.

An hour and a half later, she was tucked up in bed with clean pyjamas and the teddy bear that Eddie had gotten her before Corroded Coffin's first ever tour, "Just so you have something to cuddle with while I'm away" he had smiled softly when he'd given it to her. The first night she'd come home to it, she found it wearing one of Eddie's shirts and upon burying her face in the soft material she'd found it smelled just like him too and that had been enough for the tears to fall, she couldn't believe that he'd been thoughtful enough to do that for her. Now though it had become tradition every time he was away and this time, it was his old Hellfire t-shirt that she'd pinched on many occasions that adorned the bear.

Wrapping herself up in the duvet with the bear held tight to her chest, she lay on Eddie's side of the bed waiting for him to call, pouncing on the phone as soon as it started ringing and answering it with a breathless hello.

"Sorry princess, did I catch you in the middle of something?" Eddie's voice drifted through the speaker and she immediately felt herself relaxing further into the bed.

"No, just in bed" she replied with a sigh, holding the teddy bear tighter in hopes of it feeling like he was actually there with her.

"Oh I see" he chuckled and she could practically see the teasing smile he was definitely wearing through the phone, "I leave for one day and your already taking matters into your own hands" He was mocking her, she knew that but for him to even suggest that she could replace him that quickly, well she couldn’t have that.

“You know nothing compares to you” she smiles, burying her reddening face into the teddy as Eddie chuckles down the line at her confession, “besides I’m having to settle for your double seeing as you left me” she teases, knowing that if he was here she’d have stuck her tongue at at him after she’d said it.

“Ah so you found him, what do you think of his outfit choices this time” Eddie asks, bypassing the part about leaving her because it wouldn’t help to dwell on the fact, she knew he’d never willingly leave her but he had to tour, it was part of his job.

“Perfect, just perfect” she sighs in reply, it was the same answer every time he asked but she was a little bitter about it this time because it was one of her favourites to sleep in when he was away.

As if he could sense it through the phone his next words only seemed to confirm it, “I thought you might say that and I know it’s your favourite so if you look under my pillow” she doesn’t give him chance to finish whatever else he had to say before she’s squealing his name and drops the phone in excitement as she fumbles under the pillows finding exactly what he was talking about.

Pulling out the neatly folded shirt, she watched it unravel as it revealed an exact copy of the shirt the teddy bear was wearing. Although as she trailed her fingers over the soft material, she realised it was more worn than that of the bears, this was his original shirt and he’d left it for her. She wasted no time stripping off her pyjamas and letting the material of his shirt slide over her head until it engulfed her body before she remembered the phone.

She could hear him asking if she was still there when she brought the phone back to her ear, “Thank you, thank you, thank you” she smiled giddily, interrupting him while wishing that he was there with her just so she could throw her arms around him and hug him tightly for the gift.

“Mhmm well I think it should be me thanking you sweetheart for the special gift I found in my suitcase” he hums, his voice dropping a lot lower than it was before.

She sits up straighter as a shiver runs down her spine, even miles away he still had that effect on her and she could just imagine him sprawled out on the bed in the hotel room with her polaroids in his hand. It had been an impulsive decision, one that she’d forgotten about until he’d mentioned it just now but she could still remember each photo she’d taken, the lingerie she’d worn was stashed away in the wardrobe ready for him getting back home.

“You like them?” she asked, feeling a little nervous. It was completely out of character for her to do something like that and she had to push away the fear of someone else other than Eddie discovering the pictures.

“Like them? Oh honey I’ve been hard since I pulled them out of the suitcase about a half hour ago, I had to force myself to wait until our usual time to call you” he groaned as if it was the hardest thing he had to do in his entire life and she couldn’t help but chuckle at his dramatics, same old Eddie she thought. “Don’t laugh sweetheart, I’m stuck here with nothing but your pictures and my hand, do you know what I’d give to have that tight pussy wrapped around me right now” he moaned.

She felt her thighs clench at his words as a familiar heat began to pool in her lower belly, she whined his name and he copied, her own name gracing her in his low voice that didn’t help the want growing inside her. “Oh Eddie I need you so bad” she whined, burying her face in the teddy which was still clutched tightly in her arms.

“Yeah sweetheart, fuck take your panties off and play with yourself for me” he groaned and she could hear shuffling in the background before his breathing grew heavier. He was touching himself and he wanted her to touch too.

Scrambling to get her panties off, she slid them halfway down her legs before she kicked them off and let them fall somewhere in the room that she’d worry about later. Slowly sliding a hand over her chest, she stopped to pinch her nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt, teasing herself just as Eddie would if he was here, whining his name as she did so. “Oh baby you sound so good, wish you were here with me” he moaned, a wet sound now beginning to grace her ears and it didn’t take her long to realise he had moved on from teasing touches to fucking his hand.

Moving the hand down from her chest, she let her fingertips dance down over her tummy whilst she imagined that it was Eddie playing with her as he usually did. When her hand reached the bottom of the shirt, she flattened her palm and let it slide until it was cupping between her legs and she could already feel her wetness dripping onto her hand. Using her middle finger, she ran it through her folds, getting it wet enough before she slid it into herself, moaning into the phone and hearing Eddie curse from the other side.

“Tell me how you’re touching yourself sweetheart, need to picture how perfect you look” he pleads following his words with a groan as if he’s holding himself back from cumming just yet as if the thought of her touching herself alone was enough to make him cum.

“I’m so wet Eds, my finger is just sliding in and out but it’s not enough, need more” she whines as her hand begins to move frantically between her legs, searching for the pleasure that Eddie can bring her so easily.

“It’s okay sweetheart, add another finger for me and let me hear how wet you are” he groans, his own hand sliding over his dick, slick with his spit that he was imagining was hers, that she had her mouth on him and was almost overwhelming him with pleasure.

Doing as Eddie said, she slowly added a second finger, moaning at the stretch and the pleasure that followed as she began moving her fingers again. “Feel better sweetheart” he asked, his fucked out voice hitting her ears and only adding to her pleasure as she quickly nodded her head in answer, completely forgetting in her pleasure that he couldn’t see her but as her moans increased. “I’ll take that as a yes then” he chuckled but it was broken when his breath caught in his throat as the gasp of ‘yes’ that followed his words.

“Jesus sweetheart you sound so good, bet you look even better” he rambled, his hand starting to pick up the pace on his dick as he brought himself closer to his orgasm, knowing that with the sounds she was making that she wouldn’t last much longer. “Think you can take some more pictures for me, wanna have a collection to take away with me next time” he growled, eyes rolling back as he started to buck his hips up to meet his hand.

“Yes Eddie, so close, gonna cum please Eds, can I?” she asked, broken by her moans as she felt the heat inside her reaching breaking point.

Eddie, never one to say no to her, especially when she sounded so pretty, pleading with him like that. “Go ahead baby, let me hear you” he encouraged, feeling his own end approaching and knowing her moans as she came would only push him over the edge. She didn’t hold back either, her moans coupled with gasps of his name and he could just picture the way her body was shaking as she came. That was it for him and with one more thrust of his hips into his hand he was cumming, white ropes of cum painting his bare torso as he moaned her name.

For a while all that could be heard between them was the heavy breaths as they came down from their highs, until he broke it with a laugh. “You know I always forget how fun that can be”

“Not as much fun as when we’re together though” she hums, body beginning to feel heavy with sleep as it always did afterwards.

“Of course not” he agrees, reaching for his discarded shirt to clean himself off with as he tries not to think of the state it will be in when it eventually gets around to being washed. As he throws it in the general direction of his suitcase his eyes find the polaroids again, “you know I wasn't joking about the pictures baby, I fully expect a collection for the next tour” he smirks.

“We’ll get to work on those when you get home” she giggles sleepily, her free hand searching for the discarded teddy bear and pulling it into her chest as she hears him chuckle on the other side of the line.

“That we will sweetheart, now get some sleep and I’ll speak to you tomorrow, I love you” he smiles, it was as bittersweet as always but he wouldn’t have it any other way, living the life he dreamed of all with the girl of his dreams by his side was more than he ever could have hoped for.

“I love you too Eds” she mumbles, using the last of her energy to place the receiver back before sleep took over her.