Stranger Things Masterlist !!

warnings: teasing, begging, unprotected sex, pet names, breeding kink

Eddie tapped the leaking tip of his cock against your swollen, pretty clit. “You gonna beg for it?” His precum strings from his slit to your clit, making your pussy wetter. “Put that pretty mouth to use.”

You threw your head to the side, exhaustion slightly taking over your body. Eddie had been teasing you forever, never giving in and letting you have his cock or an orgasm. You’ve never felt needier, more desperate to let it all go.

“Please… Eddie, I-“ you gripped the sheets below you. You couldn’t even think straight; your mind only thought about his cock.

Eddie’s rough hands gripped your cheeks and forced you to look into his dark and lust-blown eyes. “You call that begging?” He held his cock right at your dripping hole, “you can do better than that.”

Your legs spread wider for him, giving him more access to do whatever he wanted to you. “Fuck- I’ll do anything.” You sat up on your elbows and reached between your two sweaty bodies, grabbing his throbbing cock. “I’ll do anything you want… anything.”

“Anything?” Without warning, he slid his cock into your pussy, his balls nestled neatly against your ass. “Just want you to cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

Your eyes squeezed shut the second you finally felt his cock stretch open your pussy. You needed this all night, and you finally had it. “T-thank you, my god.”

Eddie gripped your hips and thrust his cock over and over into your sweet pussy, hitting that sweet spot perfectly. “Yeah? You gonna make a mess on my cock?”

“Yes, yes!” You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside you, if that were possible. “Y-you feel so good… please don’t stop.”

It felt like your whole body was on fire, like every nerve ending had ignited. You were seeing stars from how deep his cock was. You knew you were already so close to cumming for him.

He moved a hand from your hips to your throat, squeezing and barely cutting off your oxygen. “Sweetheart, I don’t plan on stopping until you’ve soaked the sheets.”

You arched your back off the bed as his calloused thumb barely ghosted over your clit. It was so sensitive that it had you screaming.

“Gonna breed this little pussy,” Eddie was grunting through gritted teeth. Your pussy was squeezing his cock perfectly. “You want that? Huh?”

“Eddie- I need it.” You finally opened your eyes to look up at him. His was a sweaty mess, giving you all he had. “Want it to drip out of me, make me a sticky mess.”

“You’ll have it, baby. Gonna drain my balls inside your pussy.” Eddie squeezed your throat harder, smirking as you let out a whine. “Fill you up until I have nothing left.

Dating Eddie Munson HC

pairing: Eddie Munson x female!reader

fandom: Stranger Things

warnings: suggestive language, some curse words, borderline NSFW but I tried to keep it as mature and neutral as possible? but sex is mentioned... proceed at your own risk.

🔞 none of the following content is appropriate for minors 🔞 ❌ all taglists are discontinued 🚫 i do not give permission for any of my work to be posted, copied, translated, or uploaded to any other platforms 🚫

• his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation

• get ready to have your hair played with endlessly; gentle scalp massages when cuddling, the ends being fiddled with, his hand smoothing over the back of your head before threading his fingers through your hair when he brings you into his chest for a hug.

• yeah - lots of cuddles. he likes having you close, whether you're leaning your chin into his shoulder while watching the D&D campaign he's running or laid in his twin bed, head to his chest. he likes having you close, despite teasing from some friends.

• getting high in his van or in his trailer. lots of nature walks with a couple of joints. him getting a new strain and wanting to 'test' it with you before selling it. him teaching you how to roll, too.

• he likes listening to you read out loud. no matter if it's a textbook while you study or an old book from the library you've been meaning to read for ages now, he likes listening to you. he might lay on your chest while you're propped up on pillows, eyes sometimes following along the words you're reading or sliding them close; he likes the latter because his mind can conjure the images you're describing. sometimes, you're on the couch and he's on the floor, between your legs, listening while he's mapping out a new campaign.

• he brings you flowers because he's an old soul and likes watching your face light up at the different bouquets. he makes it his mission to get a new set every other Sunday. and he secretly likes the fact that you keep a few florals from each bouquet in an old shoe box in your closet before throwing the rest away, washing the vase, and placing the new bouquet in.

• he keeps a polaroid of you two in his wallet. another one is rubber banded to the driver's side visor so whenever he flips it down, there's a picture of just you. there's another one of you both on his bedside stand, though it's the only thing constantly on display (except his guitar, of course) as his room is ridiculously messy and cramped.

• invites you to every show his band plays. and damn near every band practice.

• he visits you at work all the time at the local pharmacy. you take your lunch break with him and nearly lose track of time, insisting you have to get back to work, but his pout and plea for "just one more kiss" lock you in place. you're typically 5-10 minutes late from lunch but nobody minds.

• he likes driving you places because it's calm. the drive soothes you both, it's an effort to even spend just a few more minutes together, and the feeling of his ringed hand on your thigh or tangled with your hand makes your stomach feel warm and full.

• once you're dating, he only uses your full name when he's angry or frustrated with you - so, next to never. he uses nearly every pet name in the book, except the more 'cringe' ones. he gives them a try, but you both usually laugh at how awkward it sounds before going back to your fail-safe: baby.

• he's nearly never angry or frustrated with you. you can be stubborn, sure, but you both found a way to communicate best for each other so there's not a lot of miscommunication.

• he likes to gently pick at your nerves, too. if you tell him you're ticklish, he'll look for blind spots to poke your waist or squeeze your ribs cage because he adores the sound of your laughter - even if it means he gets wacked in the chest for it.

• wearing his clothes is a given. he's missing a few graphic band t-shirts and hoodies, and almost asks if you've seen them before you're walking out of your house to get in his car... in his shirt. he tries to conceal his hard-on all day, but typically by lunch, you can expect a mid-day rendezvous in the abandoned drama classroom that doubles for Hellfire meetings. and if you happen to wear his Hellfire shirt on that particular day, expect him to sit back on the 'throne' with you riding him in only that shirt. those days, you typically miss lunch, 5th, and a part of 6th period, too.

• school events don't interest either of you, so, you don't participate in the pep rally's or assemblies. where do you go? naturally, the Hellfire room, where things can get a little heated but mostly just the pair of you talking, kissing lazily, making fun of the school and a few of the bullies that like to pick on Eddie.

( • if you are a cheerleader, Eddie's at every game you're cheering at just to gloat to anyone around him, "that's my girlfriend." sometimes, he gets nods of approval or those manly dap-ups from people. )

• ah, yes, the bullies. they try to target you but your 'take no bullshit' attitude is one of the things that attracted Eddie - so, they quickly grow bored when you don't give them the response they want or expect. however, Eddie does often retaliate and the bullies have learned that if they pick on you through Eddie, he gets really riled up.

• until you find the bullies cornering him and easily pass by the group, hand snatching Eddie's, and leading him out of the school as the lowlives call insults at your back. once in his van, you're reaching for the glovebox and pulling a joint and lighter out, getting the end lit, before handing it to Eddie, telling him, "don't listen to them, baby, they don't know shit. only reason they mess with you so much is because they're miserable in their own lives."

• "but I can't listen to them say shit about you - "

• "if I gave a single fuck what anyone thought, this would be a different conversation. I don't care, you shouldn't either."

• Eddie comes to you with nearly any problem he has. Uncle's being a bit of a dick? straight to you. homework overwhelming him? he's on the phone to you within minutes. can't restring his guitar right? finger tips slightly raw and bleeding? he's picking you up from work and bringing you back to his trailer, where you almost too easily restring the guitar for him. he thanks you by making dinner - his specialty? hamburger helper.

• he worries about telling you he's failed another class and has to repeat, but you just kiss his cheek and assure him you'd both try a little harder next year. and if he needs academic help, he knows to come to you because you have a way of understanding the information and regurgitating it in a way he'll understand and better grasp the concept.

• Eddie often worries he's not enough for you, but after an hour of being in your presence, he's assured there's nobody else you want. it's really not that hard to tell with the way you look at him with so much admiration, he's nearly stunned.

• he also looks at you like you hung the moon, so, you know there's nobody else for him but you. mutual reassurance goes a long way for you both, so, neither mind giving it to the other. whether verbally or nonverbally, it's nice that you both can assure the other you're in love.

• he can read your body language better than anyone. your jaw might clench a little and he knows you are trying to suppress irritation; so, he reaches out to toss his arm around your neck and press a few kisses to your temple. the action always makes you smile, and this time is no different. your leg might bounce nervously, and Eddie's leaning over to distract you by muttering a few really bad jokes in your ear. does the trick - you're laughing lightly and whatever worry might've plagued you, is long gone from the look in your eye. your tongue keeps poking out to wet your lips, both rolling inward to purse together in anxiety, and what's Eddie doing? swooping in and pressing his puckered lips over your nose, chin, and cheeks until you're smiling - then, he's kissing your lips until you're both lost in one another.

• ah, sex with Eddie is actually a great time. he's a switch; sometimes he likes to dominate you and other times, he likes to be dominated and cared for. he's a pro at aftercare and his hands wouldn't leave you as you both catch your breath. skin to skin contact is a must for him, and the feeling of you tracing his bare tattoos is Godly.

• lots of risky, semi-public sex. he likes pushing the envelope and while you thought you'd never be like that, something about Eddie makes you feel safe and energized for the adventure. he's always reassuring and on high alert for you both; allowing you, yourself, to be lost in the pleasure he's trying to instill. and instill he does. 😮‍💨

• I don't care what anyone says - Eddie is both an ass and titty man. he loves popping your nipple in his mouth because they're sensitive and a sure-fire way to get your head to tilt back, mouth to open in a silent gasp, and for your eyes to screw shut - juuuuust slightly. and when you're riding him, his hands don't know how to be anywhere else except your ass; helping you raise and lower to his tempo. or, if you're doggy, his fingers are pressing with a bruising grip into your hips, mesmerized by the ripples his thrusts create over your ass, before giving a few hearty slaps. he'd soothe the sting after with soft caresses.

• his fingers - holy fuck, his fingers. y'all get this right? no? well, the years of playing guitar has made them slightly calloused but he knows what he's doing with his fingers when inside you. takes him only minutes to get you worked up into a panting, sweating mess; knees shaking, stomach curling, orgasm building. his fingers, man.

• Hellfire club obviously adoring you and never minding when you sit-in for campaigns. Eddie sometimes asks your opinions on certain characters or events he's planning, and when you hear your suggestions come out in play during an actual game, you can't help but lean in and kiss his cheek lightly. he knows you've noticed, and he lets his stomach fill with small butterflies over your approval.

• ah - approval. this boy lives for words of affirmations, it IS one of his love languages after all. he's very insecure about a lot but uses a macho bravado to fool the public into thinking he's aloof, uncaring. but boy - he has insecurities like a motherfucker. so, you never mind telling him, "oh, shit, Eddie! I didn't even think of that - you're so smart - thank you, baby!" when he gives you an idea for your college essay. or telling him how in love you are with him, reminding him you feel safe and complete; assuring him there's nobody you'd rather be with, or spend time with. and you bring up the future only in small tidbits, but enough for him to feel certain that while he's thinking of a future with you, you're thinking of one with him, too.

• he kills spiders for you, like a dream man should.

• you have anxiety, and Eddie knows how to help. he can read your body language like a pro, remember? so, he's usually in tune to when you feel anxious in any situation and does what he can to help alleviate that.

• he doesn't mind when your nervousness causes you to toy and fiddle with his rings. it could be in class, or in the hall, on a date; there's no real telling when it'll strike, so, he's happy to let you play with them. for any reason, if he has to leave (like separate classes or you have work) he'll easily slip a ring off and push it onto your finger. he'd playfully tell you, "don't lose that one, it's my favorite," because the rings DON'T fit you at all. but it's the gesture that counts and he knows that you'll keep the ring in your hand, or pocket, or on your finger to twirl around. when he sees you again, he kisses your forehead as you slid his ring back on and thank his quietly. "don't have to thank me, baby, I'm just here for whatever you may need, okay?"

• your parents love him because he easily charmed your mother and father. if he's coming over for a family dinner, he brings your mother flowers, too, and might even sit and watch a sports game with your father. sometimes, he might even show up with a 6-pack and when you open the door in confusion, your father's behind you, greeting, "ah, 'bout time you got here! c'mon, son, game's about to start!"

• "you're here to watch football with my Dad?"

• he'd grin, "what, you didn't think you were the only perk of us dating, huh?"

• he's a little shit - but you love him none the less.

• he'd even try to catch up on your father's favorite sports team statistics to help him in their conversations later. one time, he even got up at 3 am to watch a rerun of some game! just because he missed it on 'regular programming' and wanted to be able to keep up with your dad the next time he saw him.

• oh, shit, and don't get me started on him and your mother. those two are two peas in a pod! she some how manages to get him to help her bake or cook when he's over, despite it being like pulling teeth to get him to help you. truth is, he'd do anything for your parents because he'd do anything for you. and they're so welcoming that he forgets it's not a family dynamic he has, because your family makes him like he's apart of theirs.

• obviously, he teaches you to play guitar. you prefer the acoustic, but you can manage your way around his electric. you're not the greatest, but the look he gives you when you're trying - ugh! wow. major swoon alert.

• Eddie's only been in a handful of fights, and at least four of those have been because someone's made a backhanded comment about you. he's a big believer in the 'talk shit, get hit' mentality.

• as much as he adores your hair, he could die a happy man when you play with his. when you realize it's almost a sure-fire way to calm him down, you're using it every chance you get. your hand would casually smooth across his shoulder blades as you nestled into is side with an arm anchoring around your waist, before slowly, your hand would creep up to his neck and start to gently scrap your nails through his hairline. he was like putty a moment later, and whatever situation that had him all tense was in the back of his mind for your fingers to pull out completely.

• he loves it when he's talking and smiles, you're reaching up to gently poke at his dimples. it makes him blush every. single. time. not sure why, but he just does.

• Eddie kisses your nose. like a lot. it's stupid cute. but you melt for forehead kisses (who doesn't?).

• both of your favorite holiday being Halloween and naturally, finding couple costumes. he pretends it's tacky and overplayed but secretly adores it. it's like an unspoken statement to anyone with eyes that you are his.

• getting excited when you discover new music because you can't wait to introduce Eddie.

• he might not like every song, but he's always willing to listen to whatever you want. sometimes, when he's missing you, he'll pop one of your mixtapes into his stereo, and even if he said he didn't like them before, some of the songs become personal favorites because it reminds him of you.

• him getting you your own denim jacket so you match. then, on dates or random adventures, he'll start collecting pins or patches to stitch on your jacket. it sorta becomes a collage of your relationship. ow, my heart.

• after the events of S4, he finds it difficult to sleep and can only truly rest in your arms; where he tells you, he's the safest. not where he FEELS the safest, but he says it in a way that makes it all sound like a factual statement he read from a textbook. he IS safest in your arms, and he relishes in the feeling of being able to sleep without the fear of nightmares.

• small arguments over what to have for dinner, "we've had pizza, like, three times this week! choose something else, please!" or even what movie to watch for date night, "baby, it's been six weeks since we watch A New Hope, I think it's time, again."

• that nerd gets you into Star Wars and yeah, you might go all see the movies together in theater. ain't nothing wrong with that.

• you adorning his light mustache but finding his clean shaven face just as good.

• oh, yeah! and you're the reason he grew his hair out. in, like, 9th grade, you mentioned you thought long hair looked good on guys, and he spent 2 years trying to grow it out properly. he still pats himself on the back when he feels you grip onto his locks if you're in a particularly feral love-making session, or when you absentmindedly start playing with it, or at any point he feels you in his hair. yeah, good job, Eddie.

• any and every chance he gets, he's reminding you he loves you. grocery store? DMV? school? when you're trying to help a customer? he's there, with a silly grin on his face, "you're honestly so beautiful, man, how'd I get so lucky? God, I love you."

• your managers getting annoyed 'cause he hangs out at the counter without ever buying something. but they think young love is cute, so, they deal with it for the most part. sometimes he buys a candy bar to sate them, sometimes he just pulls a face before leaning over the counter to kiss you and be on his way - with a promise to pick you up.

• he smells ridiculously nice and started to pay close attention to it after your first date. you said he smelled nice and since then, he's made it his mission to afford the same bottle of cologne, just to hear those words from your lips again.

• he likes pulling you into his lap. he really, really just likes having you close.

• he loves scary movies 'cause it's an excuse to have you wrapped in his arms, like a koala. he'll insist that every date night in October has to do with something scary - or to that cute pumpkin patch you like to go to.

• actually, the polaroid Dustin takes of you two at the pumpkin patch (after whining to not be left behind) is the polaroid YOU keep in YOUR wallet all the time. the picture your mother took of you two at your senior prom is on your bedside table... the only school dance Eddie allowed himself to go to.

• he only went to prom (one time, in '84) because you made mention of possibly wanting to go - so, what did that nerd do? potentially the first ever prom-posal, where he spelled out the word 'PROM?' with rose petals in your bedroom.

• luckily your parents weren't home yet because you ended up fucking on the rose petals.

• and when things are REALLY serious, he wants you to tattoo a lil something on him. he trusts you with everything in him, and insists he wants "a part of you" with him always. something he can't lose. something permanent - "permanent, like my love for you, baby."

• all in all, Eddie Munson is the ideal (perfect) boyfriend and my mind will not be changed - thank yeeeewwww.

Oh lawd could you imagine him finally coming to terms with the fact that he was in love with his secretary (AHEM YOU). Like every day he walks past you and you tell him “good morning chief” he just has to fuck his fist in his office before he can even say anything to you.

YES!!!! i love this 😮‍💨

but imagine catching him one day, walking into his office while his hand is around his dick, pumping it while quietly groaning your name, “chief, have you-“ you freeze in the door opening as your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. hopper quickly zips his pants back up in panic and apologizes over and over again, but when he looks back up at you, he sees you walking inside his office and slowly closing the door behind you while he looks at you with a puzzled expression. few minutes later you’re bend over his desk while he fucks you roughly from behind, finally feeling you around him instead of having to imagine it everyday

Guys I know i know everyone’s waiting for the last part of CLV 8 but my friggin mind is just so all over the place wanting to finish so many projects at once. It’s insane. I’ve made a similar post discussing this iykyk. But the last chapter will come out I promise this week. For now, I’ll be posting Final Girl Part 2 before then and imma just say ya’ll are not ready for it lmaoo it’s possibly the weirdest fic ive written but also creatively inspired. Anyway here’s a preview of the smut because of course we are all horny

Ghostface!Steddie x Bimbo!Reader

Warnings/tags: mxm (kissing, groping), threeway female masturbation, kiss, sex under LED lights, use of nickname ‘pet’

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But instead of touching you, they began to make out amongst themselves. Your body is hot all over watching them under the red lights as their tongues playfully licked each other’s. Eddie is rough, biting Steve’s lips while his hands grip the back of his neck to force him in place.

Steve is softer, letting Eddie take the lead and letting his hands roam.

Without realizing it, your hand slid down between your legs, rubbing tight circles on your swollen nub. It was torturous to watch them have their fun while all you could do is watch and do a failed attempt at suppressing the ache between your legs. You notice Eddie opening one eye, looking at you and smiling into the kiss when he sees what you’re doing before his attention goes back to Steve.

You figure you’ve had enough. Hopping off the bed, you stride towards them. With a newfound sense of confidence, you pull Steve away and plant your lips back on his, making sure you play equally rough with him. Your eyes are focused on Eddie who was both impressed and turned on.

You break away before tugging on Eddie’s shirt and colliding your lips. He moans into the kiss loving the bold you ss you were usually submissive. Once you break from that kiss, you guide Eddie and Steve’s heads towards each other, making them kiss again only this time you join in licking between their kisses. The session quickly turns into a heated threeway makeout session of tongues and clashing teeth and you could feel your arousal begin to seep down your legs

Eddie grips your neck tight, ending the kiss and sending you walking backwards towards the bed. A wicked smile plastered on his face. “I thought I told you to stay, pet?”

“Fuck you,” You hiss. “I’m not your pet. If anything, I own your ass. Both of you. So, I suggest that you be good boys and give me exactly what I want.”

A Little Tipsy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 15

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Kink: Body Shots

Words: 1.4k

Summary: You and Steve hold a party for halloween and people start doing body shots which leads to you and Steve starting a party of your own. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, creampie, slight dirty talk, nipple play, teasing), costumes, set in the 1990s, hella fluff

a/n: This is day 15! I hope you enjoy this fic! Also this is what I imagined your costume to look like (pic)

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Perv!eddie + corruption kink 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Who plays along with reader’s cute little antics just so he can get into her pants <33 all he thinks about at her cute frilly socks, her little skirts, and her sticky bubblegum kisses.

“stick bubblegum kisses” just fell to the ground and cried a little

cw: perv!eddie x naive reader, big big corruption kink, implied smut.

“this one’s my favorite.” you say cheerfully, clutching a white teddy to your chest and waving it’s little hand. you place the worn stuffed animal back in it’s designated place, patting its head gently.

eddie smiles warmly at you from across your room, taking in the way your strawberry patterned lounge shorts hug the soft of your ass. he’s been rock hard for an hour watching you introduce your stuffies to him one by one, thinks he might make you hump a couple for him later.

he chuckles to himself at the sheer absurdity of his current situation. him, the metalhead, clad in all black, lounging in a baby pink beanbag chair like some kind of fool. you’re lucky he’s so fond of you.

the thing about eddie munson though, was that he got off on stuff like this. fucked his hand to the thought of taking you for the first time right on your teddy bear sheets. (which he did.)

thought about ripping your little boyshort panties off in the back of his van and tongue fucking your ass until you cried. (which he did.)

and ultimately dreamed about making your stuffies watch you two go at it on the plush of your bedroom rug. (he’s still working on that one.)

in the end, he figures if you sitting him down and making him listen to your stuffed friend’s backstories was what ultimately got him a one way ticket to pound town, he was more that obliged to do so.

“oh yeah?” he entertains your little rant, feeling his cock swell a bit more when you stalk over to him weilding a small black bunny.

“n’ what’s this one’s name?” he asks you theatrically, pulling you into his lap by the backs of your thighs.

you don’t feel a thing when he shifts to settle your heat flush to his weeping cock. you don’t even hear the soft groan he makes when he feels the plush of your lips part around his swolen cockhead.

“ozzy.” you tell him, giggling at the way his face lights up at the refrence.

“that’s real cute babydoll.” he smiles into the side of your neck, huffing at the scent of your sweet perfume.

you gasp when he rocks into you, humping at your mound through the constraints of his taught jeans. you gasp even louder at the friction, shivering when you feel his hand wrap around your ankle.

“these are real fucking cute too.” he rasps, playing with the frill of your little socks. he leans down to kiss over the lace, laving at the strip of skin just above your ankle with his searing tounge.

“really?” you ask him, giggling at the kiss he presses to your heel.

“eds are you..” you start, looking down at his lap.

“do you have one of those again?” you whisper, referring to the tent in his pants.

“h’oh yeah.” eddie tells you with a sleazy grin, pulling at the hem of your pajamas shorts.

“got one real bad looking at these.” he thinks he might explode when he catches your pupils dilate at his revelation.

“remember what i told you though? ‘bout when I get like this?”

you nod, wrapping a strand of his hair around a manicured finger.

“said you need a little help sometimes.” you mumble, too focused on the shiny tuft to care about the creeping hand inching towards your slit.

he thinks he’ll get what he came for after all.

Oh Him? That’s just Eddie Part 1: Who is that?

Masterlist: here

Tag list: @akiratoro420

A/N: I am so excited for this series, also reminder this is a super duper slow burn. Enjoy✨

*Eddie just likes your snacks and doesn’t know who the fuck Steve Harrington is*

Demon

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Incubus!Eddie comes crawling to your room just like every other night

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), slight cnc, somno, name calling, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, no aftercare, angst if you squint

WC: 1.2K

(never really wrote anything like this before, enjoy)

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Eddie snuck into your room for the fifth time this week, just like clockwork. 

You’re asleep like always, your shirt hiked up above your stomach. The only light coming from the moon, shining right where there was a tiny wet spot forming on your panties. What could you possibly be dreaming of? 

Eddie drooled just looking at you. He couldn’t wait to have you, couldn’t wait to wake you up from his cock using your pretty cunt.

“You look so precious,” Eddie’s fingers glided over your exposed legs. He softly hummed to himself when he felt how soft and supple your skin was, perfect for gripping. “Been aching all day to ruin you.” 

You stirred in your sleep, feeling the touch of him. You didn’t wake though, just rolled over, giving Eddie a full view of your covered pussy. 

Eddie could feel his jeans tighten, his cock throbbing at the small sight of your swollen clit through your panties. He wanted to get down on his knees, wrap his plump lips and toy with your clit, but he need to bury his cock inside your cunt more. 

“Bet you were expecting me.” He hand slid further up your leg, resting on your thigh. “Knew I’d be coming and that’s exactly why you wore these skimpy panties.” 

Slowly, Eddie pulled your panties down your legs. He couldn’t help but let out a groan when he saw just how wet you were. 

Your wetness is strung between your cunt and your panties, it shining softly in the moonlight. If Eddie were to guess, he’d say you were dreaming of him right now and that’s what got you so wet, so needy. 

“Oh, baby.” His thumb ghosted over your clit, causing your breath to hitch for a small moment. “Did the thought of me do this to you?” 

He knew you weren’t going to answer, and that was part of the fun.

Eddie can’t love someone, that’s just who he is. His goal is to break someone, make it to where they need him to feel safe and happy, then leave. To seduce and destroy. When it comes to you, though, you make it hard on him. He was a sex demon, an Incubus, it was what he was known as. 

“I can’t wait to use you,” he tossed your panties over his shoulder before quickly taking off his pants and boxers in one swift move. He didn’t care about his shirt, wanting to get inside you as quickly as possible. 

Eddie’s cock was leaking with precum and throbbing so hard that it was almost painful. 

Not wanting to waste a minute more, he spread your legs and pulled you closer to him, his cock now waiting at your soaked hole. The tip of his cock barely slid in, stretching you open before your eyes slowly opened. You looked right up at him, innocence all over your face. 

“There’s my pretty girl,” he watched your face contort from confusion to pleasure, the rest of his cock sliding perfectly inside your cunt, sucking him in. “Fuck, baby. I’ve missed this.” 

“E-Eddie… oh my god.” You were still half asleep, but that didn’t stop the pleasure from flooding your body. You felt him from your head to your toes. “Been waiting for you.” 

He chuckled, leaning his face down until his nose was touching yours. “I can tell.” 

Eddie pulled out before slamming back in, his heavy balls hitting against your ass. 

“Your cunt needed me, huh?” 

Your toes curled as you squeezed your eyes shut. He had barely started and already you could feel your orgasm building up inside you. 

“Uhuh- yes, I needed you so bad,” you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, if that was possible. “Ached for you.”

His rough hand wrapped around your throat, your eyes opening to look into his darkened ones. “Isn’t that cute?”

The squeeze of his hand around your throat and the way his cock was pounding your cunt had your head spinning. Your bed shook beneath you and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed off the walls. This was what you looked forward to the whole day and now you were lost in Eddie. 

“Please, kiss me.” You reached up and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him so your lips barely touched his. “Please…” 

Eddie couldn’t resist you, not when your cunt clenched around his cock. 

The kiss was messy, teeth clanking together and tongues rubbing against one another, but neither of you could ask for anything more. 

“You’re taking me so well,” you could feel each part of Eddie’s cock, each vein. 

“More, I want more.” Eddie was already giving you so much, but you craved more. 

Swiftly, Eddie flipped you over. Your ass now in the air and your head pressed into the soft pillows below you. 

“You want more?” Eddie fucked you at a hard and rough pace. So hard that you could barely breathe, your lungs felt like that were on fire. “This what you fucking wanted? God damn, such a tight cunt.” 

“Yes! Just like that.” Your thighs shook as you reached for something to steady yourself on, it felt like you were floating. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Eddie pulled your body up by your hair, your head leaned back against his shoulder. “You gonna make a mess on my cock? Gonna make me cum deep inside your cunt?” 

All you could do was nod your head, you could barely form a thought. Eddie’s cock was the only thing you could focus on. 

“Focus on me.” Eddie pulled your hair harder, trying to bring you back to reality. 

“Please cum inside me.” You reached up to his hand that was still around your throat and held onto it. “N-need it to drip out of me, make a mess on my sheets.” 

“Dirty slut.” Eddie’s hand left your hair and trailed down the front of your body, stopping right when he reached your clit. 

He applied the perfect amount of pressure, rubbing such fast circles that it made your vision go white. 

“Oh- Eddie!” Your body slumped forward, your  whole body shaking. You could feel yourself cum around Eddie’s cock, the squelching sound barely audible over the way you screamed his name. “So fucking good, fuck!”

“Yeah?” The clenching of your cunt had Eddie throwing his head back. He couldn’t hold it any longer and with your cum dripping down his cock, how could he? 

Eddie had never cum so hard before, his whole body going stiff as his came into your cunt. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. He only groaned and held your body still. 

Eddie slowly pulled out and watched as your and his mixed cum dripped out of you, flowing down your thigh, right to the sheets. “You got what you wanted, pretty girl.” 

Your body was limp, laying flat on the bed. “T-thank you.” 

Behind you, Eddie smirked and got dressed. “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart.” He wanted to get out of there before you asked for something else. 

He walked over to the side of the bed and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be back.” 

You reached a tired hand for him, but before you could reach him, he was already out the window. Your body still ached for him, still needs him close, but you knew you could never have that.

Bucket of Sunshine Part 3: Lunch

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A/N: Eeeekk only 2 more updates left, I feel like Eddie is slowly softening up what do y’all think?👀☀️

*Eddie just wants to know where you’re at but of course you have to be difficult*

gimme a hand

okay so i saw a silly tiktok abt how guys take nudes wrong and thought our lovely best friend reader could help eddie take some !! i am a little tipsy so pls excuse any mistakes

mdni. 18+. smut. like, literally just smut. fem!reader x eddie. modern au

“so.. how are things with you and.. whatshername?” clicking your fingers in his face.

eddie scoffs, batting your hand away, “chrissy is her name,” correcting your childish behaviour, “and it’s good, we’ve been.. texting a little,” shrugging nonchalantly.

you and eddie had been best friends for years, though these hang outs were few and far between now. both too busy with the perils of adult life to sit around and smoke weed all day, like you used to.

that meant that your relationship had skewed a bit, no longer as close as you once were. though you still tried to feign an interest in his, mostly nonexistent, love life.

he understood though, your life was far too interesting to care about the very small roster of girls he was seeing.

“texting?” you exclaim, stubbing the embers of the joint out into the ashtray, “so you haven’t seen her since?”

eddie shakes his head, realising that what he had thought was an exciting update, was actually just a pathetic retelling of a long text thread.

“i think we’re just.. testing the waters,” brushing off your disappointment. he contemplates even telling you anymore but what kind of a best friend would he be if he didn’t at least tell you all the details. “she sent me pictures the other day,” wriggling his eyebrows.

“pictures?” a slight mocking tone to your voice that he doesn’t like, “what kinda pictures?”

his face scrunches up, cheeks flaming red, as if it wasn’t obvious. “you know.. naughty ones.”

you whistle, blowing the air from your cheeks in the most sarcastic manner, “naughty pictures.. wow eddie, you’re really moving up in the world. did you send any back?”

his head dips, regretful of ever sharing this with you. you had never had a lack of choice for guys lining up for you. even back in high school. of course you wouldn’t understand.

“no..” shrugging again, “i don’t.. don’t know how.”

“you don’t know how to send nudes?” utter shock rippling through your voice, “didn’t i teach you anything?”

“not how to send nudes!” he hits back, getting increasingly frustrated that you’d rather mock him than help him get laid for once.

“i can help you if you want,” you offer, “i don’t have to watch.. i can just.. guide you?” proposing the question as if it were a completely standard conversation for you two to be having.

“really?” his eyes bright and full of hope.

eddie really liked chrissy, she was sweet and the times they had hung out, they got on well. he just wasn’t equipped to match her flirting, afraid he’d overthink himself into losing her.

“sure,” you smile, grabbing his phone as you stand from the couch, “come on,” beckoning for him to follow you down the corridor to the bathroom.

you bundle into the trailers tiny bathroom, poised in front of the mirror with his phone in hand.

“you stand here..” you instruct, guiding him by the shoulders, “you need to get hard,” grinning as you look at him through the mirror, “i’ll stand outside and just.. tell you what to do, okay?”

eddie’s too high for this, wondering how you’d gone from a joint and a couple of beers to now helping him sext the girl he liked.

you disappear outside, shoving his phone into his chest, the knob clicking quietly as the realisation of what the hell he was doing sets in.

“so..” he poises, swiping onto the camera, posing himself in the dirty mirror, “pull my pants down, right?” wanting to make sure that he got nothing wrong.

“yeah, but not all the way, just like.. a little bit.”

okay, he thinks. tugging his sweatpants down just beneath his balls, his boxers following suit. he was getting hard just thinking about it, the fact that you were instructing him what to do wasn’t helping.

his fingers wraps around the base of his cock, pumping his fist a few times, stifling the groan that had settled in his throat.

this was already weird enough, he didn’t need to make it weirder.

“okay..” his voice quivering, “what now?”

you tut, “pull your shirt up.. or off, it looks bad otherwise.”

eddie does as you ask, taking his shirt off and tossing it into the floor with the rest of his dirty clothes. he peers at the image through the screen, inwardly cringing at how stupid he looked.

“i don’t know,” though his dick was already stiff, aching for him to continue. “i look stupid,” he frowns, attempting to position the phone differently, although nothing seemed to help his pathetic stature.

“no you don’t,” your voice rings through the door, “now you gotta pose it.. make it look good, sexy.”

his eyes squeeze shut, wishing you’d stop talking with that low growl in your voice. this was for chrissy’s benefit, not his. getting off to the sound of your voice while trying to arouse another girl was not the plan.

eddie exhales, opening his eyes to reposition the phone, closer to the mirror. his fist begging to move and finish the job.

nothing helped, in fact, it looked worse than before. chrissy’d block him if he dared sent anything like this.

fuck, he felt like a pervert. this was wrong. twisted.

“have you done it?” you call.

“no,” he gulps, frowning at the image of himself in the mirror.

you huff, knuckles wrapping against the door, “i’m gonna come in, okay?” giving him no time to think before you appear next to him in the mirror.

your eyes fall straight to his cock, widening every so slightly, “wow.. okay,” chuckling awkwardly as you snap back into it. “you have to..” your hand lowers his phone, straightening the camera position for him.

his breath is jagged, on the edge of exploding and splattering all over his bathroom. whatever buzz he had had from the weed had dissipated, replaced by the hazy tingly sensation of your hand near his cock.

“and then..” you look to him, in person this time, not through the safety of the mirror, before wrapping your fingers around the ones that were still lingering around his cock. “do this..” voice trailing off into a low whisper, using his fist to pump his already leaking cock.

a strangled gasp leaves his mouth, heat searing through his body. mind too fuzzy to truly comprehend the shit he was seeing and feeling.

the heat of your body presses against his back, delicate fingers still travelling the length of his cock, “film it,” not once letting your eyes fall from the side of his face while his stay firmly on the mirror in front.

maybe this way he could pretend it wasn’t real, that he was just watching some video and you weren’t actually jerking him off by-proxy.

eddie, ever obedient, presses the record button, sighing into his phone as your his hand continues to move.

his knees almost buckle, kept afloat by the sound of you panting into his ear. it was almost too much, his brain collapsing into itself as your hand takes over, ignoring the phone in his hand to continue making him whine and quiver like that.

the weight of your body presses him into the cold china basin, eyes travelling from his face to his dick and right back up again.

you could’ve told him to jump right now and he would’ve. other hand reaching around to grab onto whatever part of you he could get a grip on.

your lips trace against his neck, lingering against the skin. he couldn’t keep the phone straight, the video would just be some big blur of him groaning and the sink. not that it matters. not while you’re touching him.

“is this good?” you ask, breath tickling against his ear.

eddie nods rapidly, “good.. so good,” fingers twisting around your shirt as his eyes flutter closed. “fuck,” he gasps, the phone slipping from his hand onto the counter when your thumb circles the tip of his dick. an otherworldly feeling he had never been able to feel before.

“yeah?” you grit, pulling his hand, signalling for him to turn. his bones were jelly, body mailable and under your control. his back now pressed against the sink, foreheads pressed together.

one hand holds onto your hip while the other finds your cheek, lazily trying to connect your lips. your knee slides between his legs, spreading them just enough for your other hand to creep between and grab his balls.

“ohh shit,” eddie wails, kissing at your bottom lip, sucking at the skin.

nothing felt real, waiting for his alarm to pull him out of this fucked dream to a sticky puddle and a new perspective on your friendship.

your expert fingers fondle his balls while the other fists his dick, pre-cum making your fingers glisten and move with ease.

his throat squeaks, the most pitiful noise a grown man could’ve made, his bottom lip still latched onto yours.

ten years of friendship and yet the two of you had never even kissed before. wishing you wouldn’t have wasted so much time on actually doing it. a newfound adoration for the sweet taste of your lips and the friction of your palm rubbing against his cock.

“i’m gonna cum,” he babbles, stomach flipping, waves of pleasure crashing through his tingling limbs.

you don’t respond to his whining, your nose brushes over his as his breaths become shallow and staggered. a iron clad grip on your shirt as he teeters over the edge, hips stuttering into your palm.

“ohh fuck,” eddie mewls, bursting all over your hand, “shit.. fuck, oh god,” your eyes dark, gazing down at your hand still wrapped around him, somewhat proud of what you’ve achieved.

he lets go of his hold on your body, hurriedly trying to find the counter to ground himself. his head a million miles away on mars, his lack of thoughts disrupted by the sound of the water running.

chest still heaving as he braves a look at you, watching his release swirl down the drain. you’re chewing on your bottom lip, a sudden realisation that you had just made your best friend cum maybe. he doesn’t really want to ask. hoping you won’t regret it.

eddie picks up his phone, stopping the recording, his thumb shooting straight to the tiny trash can until you grab his wrist.

“don’t delete it,” a fire within your eyes, twisting the screen in your direction, “i wanna watch.”’

his finger hovers over the play button, looking to you though your eyes are trained on the screen, waiting for him to press play.

the video starts, shaky footage as the audio of his pathetic grunts and gasps fill the tiny bathroom. eddie can’t bring himself to watch, forcing himself to watch you rather than the video.

you’re smiling to yourself, smug at the sight of you making him crumble. he wants to be embarrassed, can feel the blood rushing to his cheeks and yet, he doesn’t turn it off.

“maybe don’t send that..” you remark, finding his eye, that mischievous sparkle that eddie hadn’t seen in years, reappearing.

he needed to feel you, in the way that you had felt him. cock already reawakening when your lips twitch into a smirk.

shit.