#sav’s multiverse of eddie’s

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regency!eddie stands behind you in the garden maze of your family’s estate. unchaperoned, you aren’t supposed to be seen in the presence of the opposite sex.

“edward…” your voice trails off as his hand snakes up the front of your bodice. his palm grips your bosom through your bodice. you’re hand covers his, stopping his fingers from toying with the delicate fabric. “if we’re to be seen—”

he chuckles darkly, “dear god, i hope we are—”

“you mustn’t say such things! you know what the damage being unaccompanied would do.”

edward turns your face to his. his lips so close you can smell the wine from the soirée on his breath. so sweet…

“what damage, my lady, do you think i could do to you in the seclusion of this maze, hmm?”

“you mock me, my lord.”

“yes, indeed.”

his lips meet yours softly at first, then rougher as your body falls against him.

he turns your around to push your back against the hedges. his knee comes between your thighs. you gasp feeling the sensation against your core, his warm lips trailing down your neck.

when he starts to pull away you bring him back in. “i’m not unaware of the pleasures between two.”

your legs widen, sitting yourself further on his thigh.

edward raises an eyebrow. “and what of damage, my lady?”

“do your worst, my lord.”

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Girlie’s cat Sylvester taking a stroll through the ranch garden

lazy days of summer by EdwinaFran

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Your thighs clench watching Eddie back the car into a parking spot. His hand on the wheel, his other on the prndl gearshift. His palm flexing on the steering wheel, flat against the leather, a reminder of how it’ll feel on your ass later tonight.

He looks over at you with a smirk, eyes drifting down to your thighs. “See baby, I’d told you I’d fit.”

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Cream of the Crop

An Eddie and Poppins short story

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: Fem!reader, vouyerism, female masturbation, squirting, degradation, pee kink.

Summary: Eddie discovers a new side to Poppins

Note: This came to me just now and I couldn’t not keep it to myself. We’ll be seeing much more of Eddie and Poppins! Enjoy Whores!

He watched as you laid in the grass in an empty field outside of Hawkins.

Your fingers move to unbutton the bust of your dress. His mouth watered seeing your already pert nipples.

Lifting the skirt of your dress, you hiked it around your waist. Your ass bare against the soft blades of grass.

You spread your legs, hand wandering to your frilly panties.

He approaches you like a deer searching for food. “Is that you, Poppins?”

Your eyes pop open. Your hand never leaves your panties. Tits on display like a desert at the grocery store.

“What’s in your purse?”

He knew.

You knew that he knew you knew.

The two of you bumped into each other at the grocery store. He saw your basket.

“You already know,” you said, fingers rubbing your clit. Eddie licked his lips seeing the fabric of your panties form a damp spot right where your sweet cunt leaked like a faucet.

He stood there, above you like a statue. The hardness of his cock strained against his jeans.

Your fingers made their way inside your weeping cunt. The squelch excited you. Being watched as you fucked yourself stupid was exhilarating. You loved it. Squirting for an audience that wasn’t your stuffed animal collection or the posters on your wall.

“You going to cum?” Eddie asked.

“I’m going to soak the ground you stand on.”

“Save me a taste.”

Your other hand moved down from your tits to open the lips of your cunt even wider. You found your clit easily, roughly rubbing her in circles, a little to the side, just how you liked. The wirey hair of your cunt grazed against your arm.

“You’re a little cunt, Poppins.”

At that moment, your body convulsed. Lifting your back, you orgasmed with a sigh of euphoria. Your fingers digging in the dirt for relief as you squirted through your panties and the ends of your dress.

Your socks soaked with your cum. You had never cum so hard, squirted so long. Your clit tingled for more as your cunt pushed more of your essence out of you. You loved this. Squirting in the fields. Pissing yourself for your new lover.

Who would’ve thought being called a cunt would be a turn on?

You’re a freak, Poppins. Just like me.

Eddie bent down to collect your bag, a patchwork tote you got from the flea market back home.

He digs in, searching. Your chest rises and falls, you can barely close your legs for relief, you could easily cum again.

Are you multi orgasmic, Poppins?

Maybe.

Well, let’s find out for sure.

Eddie smirks finding exactly what he was looking for. He takes it out and throws it at you.

The cucumber lands in the grass next to you.

“Now, let’s try with a little help.”

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Adorn

An Eddie Munson/Female Reader Short Story.

Warnings: Pregnancy, alluding to sex.

Eddie stands behind you, hands on your hips with a tight grip. His fingers inch toward the zipper of your dress.

“Honey, we do have reservations in half an hour,” you tell him.

He hums in response. Pulling the fabric tight, he zips up your dress to the top, sealing it with a kiss on your neck.

“I’m just admiring…” his voice trails off.

“Your admiring leads to making me late.”

You spin around in his arms and wrap your arms his neck. He looks so handsome in his button down and suit jacket. His hair flows around his shoulders.

Eddie’s palm gently touches your stomach. “In more ways than one.”

Your hand covers his and you feel a warmth simmer beneath. “Five more months.”

Eddie kisses you sweetly. “Five more months.”

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Explaining what pussy flutters are to Eddie

You’d have to compare it to how his dick twitches when he sees you in his band tees or when you straddle him in the van.

“It tingles,” you tell him. “Squeezing my thighs helps if it’s throbbing. Kinda like when your dick twitches.”

Eddie nods with a kiss to your inner thigh. It was a strange question, do you get a clitrection, right when you’re anticipating your boyfriend’s tongue wrapped around said clit.

“If you don’t have anymore questions, she’d like a kiss please,” you say with your lips exaggerated in a pout.

Eddie smirks at you when his spit hits your cunt with a shiver. “Whatever you say, my queen.”

my modern Eddie is gamer!eddie and he loves his little queenie

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Uncle Wayne and Eddie 😭

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🍂🎃 Imagine going to Target with Eddie to get autumnal and Halloween decor for the house.

Eddie following behind you, leaning on the handlebar of the cart.

Losing track of you because, “you’re like Lighting McQueen in here, babe.”

Eddie watching you compare prices of the ghost walking dog decor on Amazon.

Eddie’s hip hurting when you start arguing with some random woman over the last pumpkin cookie jar. “I don’t give a rats ass if somebody on your tiktok live reserved this, it’s coming home with me, with or without your hand attached.”

“Maiming on a Saturday afternoon? A woman after my heart,” he says with slyly when you put the jar in the cart.

So many candles.

Eddie eating the bag of Halloween candy around the store before it’s bought.

Eddie breaking the Jack Skellington figurine and hiding it at the back of the shelf.

Eddie holding up a sexy nurse and sexy officer costume for you. “Did you forget we’re helping chaperone the kids at Six Flags?” “Did you forget we’re not babysitting all night?” Late Halloween night he fucks you stupid in the nurses costume.

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How biker!eddie sees nunny in his dreams (even tho he hates to admit that little nun gets to him)

A Madonna with neon halo in Naples, Italy.

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Wayne lets one of his buddies from the plant spend the night because his wife put him out for a couple days. When his friend goes back home, Wayne turns the tv on to see PPV porn 😭

“Edward Munson! You get in here!”

Eddie scurries from the bed with you and runs to the living room. “What’s going on—uh, is that—”

Wayne fiddles with the remote pushing all the buttons with no success. “How do I turn it off?”

“The power button,” Eddie says, unable to contain the giggle.

“I know that genius!”

At that moment, you pop out from the room. “Everything ok—oh—uh—”

“Darlin’ can you help an old man please? Carl from work was staying over, his wife caught him at the bar again—that doesn’t matter, he was racking up charges on my tv with this, as if it’s not the reason he got put out!”

You take the remote from him. The actors in the background can be heard above the tv settings. “I can’t figure it out.”

The three of you stand in the living room together watching the porn, avoiding each others’ gaze. Wayne goes to the cable box and unplugs it. He holds a finger up to you and Eddie. “Not a word.”

Based on a true story 😭😭 my auntie couldn’t get her brothers porn off the tv and we were watching porn for 30 minutes

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imagine getting married to eddie at the little white chapel in vegas. on a whim you find the perfect wedding dress, and him in the perfect tux.

as elvis finishes your vows, eddie dips you in a kiss underneath the long lace of your veil, covering you both in a blanket of love.

“mrs. munson,” he whispers against your lips.

“mrs. munson,” you respond.

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Biker!eddie choking nunny with her rosary beads in the church graveyard, fucking her underneath the priest’s office, the stained glass window giving a perfect view of nunny on her back with a cunt full of cock.

Her hands melt into the grass, pulling blades and clumps of dirt as Eddie fucks her stupid. Airway tight, she mumbles, “forgive me father, for I have sinned.”

“What was that nunny?” Eddie chuckles, taunting her.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned!”

“You’re a fucking sinner, nunny.”

Eddie plunged ahead, his heavy sack slapping against her ass. He leaned over her, right in her face and spit a dollop of saliva on her cheek.

“You let me pop your cherry, nunny,” Eddie groaned.

“Mmhmm—”

“Now I’m going to rip it out of you. You like that? Huh, my little cherry?”

“Yea—mmph—”

“‘Yea mmph,’” Eddie mocked in a high voice, “you going to give me your ass too? Huh, nunny?”

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Sylvester making his presence known amongst the other cats. Those degenerates will never have the couth of him and his mistress, Girlie.

Catwalk

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“you’re too close, my lord,” you say breathlessly, pushing against edward’s chest.

edward catches your fingers between his. he plays with them nimbly, intertwining and locking your fingers with his. “are you sure it isn’t you that’s close?”

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Praise Him

A biker!eddie and nun!reader blurb

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: fem!reader, religious kink, blasphemy, degradation, humiliation, filth

Summary: an encounter between nun!reader and her biker lover…or is he?

My second contribution to @oneforthemunny’s summertime writing game and my first official post for Smuterday!

Enjoy whores!

Biker!eddie lifting nun!reader’s habit in the confessional.

“Say it!” Eddie groans into her neck. He licks a hot wet path from her throat to her ear, nipping her lobe.

“Forgive me God for I have sinned!”

Eddie’s fingers work magic between her thighs. She’s so wet he knows whatever man upstairs can hear the cream running down her legs.

“Does the power of Christ compel you?” Three of Eddie’s fingers wreak havoc on her gspot.

“No! Never,” she pleads. She opens her eyes, vision clouded in white hot pleasure to see her mysterious lover’s eyes.

Pure black.

“Who do you praise?!” Eddie’s voice is deep and gravely.

She bursts around his hand, “Satan!” She cries, gripping his wrist as if it could slow him down. His ears perk hearing her cum drip on the floor. He slides his hand out her sloppy cunt and grips her cheek. Her puffy lips pucker like a blow fish.

“Now clean it up.”

“But—”

Eddie puts a finger to her lips. “Shhh, we wouldn’t want Father to hear now would we.”

She lowers to her knees. Her tongue salivates seeing the puddle, her own desires come to fruition.

Her hot tongue licks the floor, tasting the cold cobbled stones and her own cream. Above her Eddie unbuckles his belt. He takes out his hard cock and jerks it.

She runs her tongue up from the floor, to his boot, to the damp black denim of his jeans until she finally reaches the head of cock.

“Every drop,” Eddie reminds her.

She nods eagerly and takes him into her mouth. He tickles the back of her throat. She breathes in the scent of him, running her finger nails through the thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

Eddie’s fingers tangle around in her hair. He pulls her head back. “Now, show your God who you really praise.”

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O Holy Night

A Biker!Eddie and Nunny short story

18+ only, MINORS DNI

CW: Fem!Reader, blasphemy, knife kink, sodomy, religious kink

Summary: Eddie visits Nunny at the convent late at night and they discuss her new attire, and some new feelings.

With her habit hoisted around her waist, Nunny watched as her lover took the blade of his switchblade up her thigh. The sensation against her stockings made her thighs quiver.

Eddie took hold of her stockings at the crotch, he cut a hole inside and pulled the fabric apart.

“These are new,” Eddie observed.

Usually his little nun wore white, cotton briefs. Tonight she was wearing a pair of high cut white panties, scalloped lace around the edge. A delicate pink rose in the waistband.

“I thought…I don’t know,” you shied away from him, closing your legs.

Eddie grips your thigh open. “Tell me. What did you think?”

You lean forward, fingers playing with the chains around his neck.

“I thought—I thought you’d like it..if I was more—I don’t know, more modern, more sexy like the girls at the bar.”

“The girls at the bar…” Eddie hums.

“So I bought all this stuff. Panties—garters—”

“Jesus Christ Nunny, you just jump into the deep end, huh?”

It’s silent between them for a moment. Eddie pushes back Nunny’s veil to reveal her hair. He can’t help but imagine what a white one would look like on her instead.

“I don’t want the girls at the bar, my little nun. The only girl I want in my bar is you.”

With a warm hold on your face, he kisses you deeply. You welcome him, your legs bringing him closer. You moan at the feel of the knife handle against your mound. It pushes past your panties and slowly creeps into your cunt.

“What would He say about your getting fucked like this? Hmm?”

You whimper as the handle kisses your g-spot. “He’d ask if I could turn cum into wine.”

The vulgarity stuns Eddie for a hot second. He laughs, bringing you along with him in a fit of giggles.

“I love you,” you tell him.

Eddie’s breathing slows. “I love you too.” He pockets his knife and rises from the bed.

Staring at the bland wall of Nunny’s convent room, he takes the crucifix down from its post.

Using his powers, he transforms the bottom piece of the cross into a smooth, rounded head. A curve at the end.

“If you want we could test it out…see if your cum is as magnificent as that little book you tote around says.”

Nunny bites her lip with anticipation. Eddie stands over her and takes hold of her neck. His thumb rubs against her throat. “What’s your safe word?”

“Bethlehem.”

Eddie pushes her back on the bed. Crawling over her, Eddie rips the rest of the habit and underclothes off her body with his sharp claws. She mews seeing the horns on his head grow from the curls.

With her legs wide, Eddie slides the crucifix inside her sopping cunt. He fucks her with it, not holding back how deep he’s inside. “Fuck,” Nunny pleads.

She could fill a pool she’s so wet. Her sheets will be soaked. That’s how it always is with him. She grabs the crucifix and with him, guides it further, her cunt squeezing the wood.

“Say a prayer for me, my little nun,” his voice is deep.

“Hail Satan.”