*kisses You While You're In The Middle Of Infodumping* Sorry, You're Just Being Really Sexy Right Now.

Bee's Stranger Things Masterlist

updated: 06/05/2023

♡ fluff ☆ smut ꕤ angst

I Was Made For Lovin' You ꕤ His Rings ☆ He Survives This One ♡ Sinner ☆ Stress Reliever ☆ Fair Play ☆ Groupie ☆ Self Acceptance ꕤ♡ Birthday Surprise ♡☆ I Can Make You Scream ☆ Take Control ☆ Are You Jealous? ☆ Soft ꕤ☆ Scream For Me ☆ Safe Word ☆ꕤ Distraction ☆ Car Troubles ☆ You’re Mine☆ Demon ☆ My Good Boy ☆ High For This ☆ Tangerines ☆ All Night Long ☆

Pride ♡

Spoiled Brat ☆ I Don't See You ☆ꕤ

Girls Like Girls ♡

Use Me ☆ Enjoy The Show ☆ Just Relax ☆ꕤ I Want You Both ☆

nothing new |dom!brat tamer!eddie x sub!brat!reader|

prompt: eddie tries a new punishment. you don't like it. you push eddie to go back to his old ways.

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI, dom! brat tamer! eddie, brat!sub!reader, dom/sub themes, orgasm denial mentions, degrading, language, mean-ish reader, mean!dom!eddie, spanking (mentions of cane / use of slipper)/ slippering, after care, fingering fem receiving, oral, p in v sex

"You know that's not how I like my toast." You snapped, eyes glaring so fiercely in the back of Eddie's curly head, you were sure those brown curls would catch on fire from the heat of your gaze.

Eddie's shoulders tensed, spine straightening and drawing up tight at your tone. It had been like this for the past three days. After incessantly breaking his rules all day, he'd punished you. The cane and a punishment of no cumming for the next few days.

He'd got the idea from magazine, one of the seedy ones that were hidden in the back of the stores, the X-Rated section that teenagers would whisper and try to sneak into see. The magazine said it would break them into submission, a sure-fire way to keep your sub in order that wasn't physical punishment. Eddie figured it would be fine to try, exciting even. He'd tease you until you were so close, toes curling and heavy panting, only to pull away. He'd give a smack to your ass, pointing a finger and scolding you, calling you a "bad girl" with a stern glare- like you were a dog in training.

It had the complete opposite effect than what the magazine had said. You were furious. Whatever attitude you had before was now amplified by a million. It teetered on real anger and aggravation, not the spoiled and bratty personality you played up for him. You were frustrated, sexually and emotionally.

Every snap of your harsh tongue, lashing and dripping in venom when you'd bark at him, was met with a look of warning and a threat. Eddie tired to stay firm, unrelenting in his decision to punish you, but, fuck, we're you making it difficult.

You'd woken up before him this morning, learning from the past mornings that he'd tease you awake with sweet kisses, even sweeter touches. He'd roll on top of you, grinding into you while smothering your cheeks and neck with sweet, pillowy kisses. He'd dig his fingers in your cunt, curling and rubbing your swollen clit, getting you dizzy with ecstasy in your sleepy state. You were so sweet, so warm, holding him tightly and begging him to let you cum in a nasally, high pitched tone.

Only for him to pull out of you at the last minute. You'd huff, eyes snapping open in protest. Eddie would tut at you stupidly, shoving his fingers in your mouth.

"Oh, you didn't think I'd let you cum, now did you?" He'd mock you, face exaggeratedly copying your pout. "Silly, dumb girl, you know better than that."

You would be frustrated all day. Dropping to your knees at the beginning when he'd tell you, excited and desperate to please him. Hoping he might please you in return.

He didn't.

Eddie would finish down your throat, shoving his flaccid dick back in his pants, patting your cheek lightly before going about his business. He'd leave you, stunned and horny on your knees, unsatisfied entirely and a little hurt.

That hurt turned into rage in an instance.

This morning, you weren't entertaining him with it. You'd gotten up and sat on the couch, watching TV while sipping your coffee until Eddie came in. He was still soft and warm from sleep, leaning down to press a lazy kiss to your lips. You turned your head with a huff, letting his lips barely brush your cheek.

Eddie pulled back, stunned, blearily blinking at you. "What's'a matter, baby?" He asked sweetly, head still foggy and fresh from sleep.

You glared at him, mean and pointed, before rolling your eyes back to the TV. You were cuddled up in your fluffy robe, fluffy slippers curled under your legs. You looked positively adorable, and normally, Eddie would let you know that; if you weren't being so mean.

Eddie pressed his lips together, brow furrowing. He shuffled over to the pot of coffee, the smell of the ground beans in the air, wrapping around him and carrying him to the machine. It was empty.

Eddie frowned, lifting the empty glass pot. "Did you drink all of the coffee?" Eddie asked. You didn't look at him. Just lifted your steaming mug, slurping it loudly, obnoxiously.

Eddie rolled his eyes, shoving the pot back under the machine. "You couldn't make more?" He pressed.

"Why would I do that?" You scoffed, eyes still glued on the TV. "I didn't know how long you were going to sleep. You usually sleep all day."

Eddie scoffed, shaking his head. His own jaw clenched, ripping open the Folgers' can and spooning in the ground coffee into the machine. He would just ignore it, ignore your attitude. He knew you were trying to get him to break, to go back on his punishment. He wouldn't.

"Did you eat?" Eddie asked, finger jamming into the machine, turning it on.

You didn't look at him, sipping your coffee calmly, eyes on the screen. Eddie's teeth grit. "Baby, did you eat?" He tried again.

"No." You huffed. "I just had coffee."

Eddie closed his eyes, taking a calming breath. "Do you want breakfast? Eggs?"

"I want toast." You muttered. Your eyes finally met his, cutting over to him for a moment, brows still pulled into a furrowed frown.

"I'll make you toast." Eddie nodded sweetly. "You want butter on it?"

You scoffed loudly, ignoring his sweet tone. "Obviously. That's how I always have it."

Eddie's eyes flashed in warning at you. You shrunk for a moment, throbbing between your legs. Your obedience was temporary. The moment the pulse between your legs started up, aching and incessant from days of no relief, your attitude came back stronger.

You rolled your eyes hard at him, making sure he saw you, before going back to the TV. Eddie decided to let you be. Let you sit and stew in your own little fit. He'd still cook you breakfast, still be sweet to you in the hopes of bringing you back into submission. He knew there would be some resistance with this punishment, the magazine had warned him, but he hadn't expected this.

This was miserable. Felt like a punishment for both of you.

Eddie had calmed down a little. Buttering the bread and putting it in the toaster, a routine that was mundane and let him focus on tasks. He set the timer on the toaster, two minutes, not too burnt but golden brown- how you liked it. How you always liked it.

Not today, apparently.

The snarl you gave him when he presented you with your plate had his face falling. Your lips twisting in displeasure, winking your nose down at the bread.

You're snappy response, mean and degrading, sent him over the edge.

Eddie smacked his hand on the counter, turning to glare at you. "That is exactly how you like your toast." He snapped. You didn't even flinch under his harsh glare, your own displeased place rivaling his. "What's going on with you, huh? You just gonna be mean all day?"

"Are you?" You challenged, brows raising at him.

"You were the one who couldn't keep your mouth shut the other day." Eddie pointed at you. "You had to go and break my rules, and now you don't want to be punished? What good is that?"

"It's not a good punishment, it's a stupid fucking punishment, and you know it." You growled, nails digging into the counter.

"Hey," Eddie warned, lifting a brow at you. "You watch it, alright? I'm sick of your attitude-"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Whatever." You snarled, looking down at the plate of toast. Your stomach growled silently, seeing the perfectly buttered and toasted, though you couldn't let him know that.

"I'm not eating that shit." You huffed, shoving the plate towards him. Not hard enough for the dish for fall, sending it sliding over the counter to stop in front of Eddie.

Eddie watched you stomp off to the couch, little slippers clacking against the linoleum floor to the carpet, plopping down hard enough for the springs to creak.

Eddie paused, eyes flicking from you to the toast in front of him, mocking him and fueling his fire. The truth was, he was struggling too with this punishment. His stubborn side would rather have blue balls forever than give into your bratty demands, but the rational side of him was begging for him to call it.

Eddie moved in front of you, heavy footsteps shaking the trailer until he stood in front of you, blocking your view from the TV. "Move, Eddie," You snap, glaring up at him.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, bristling gaze burning down onto you. You snarled in response, lip pursing in annoyance. "Move, Eddie, fuck, I can't see." You huffed at him. "I can't see. God, you're so annoying."

"Really?" Eddie raised a brow down at you, challenging. He was fed up, irritated with you too. "This is how you're going to play?"

You squinted, challenging at him. Eddie's tongue rolled over the side of his cheek, nodding slowly. "Holy shit, Eddie, can you just move?" You snapped, throwing your arms out. "God, you're so full of yourself all the time. All the attention has to be on you at all times, I swear, fuck. You're just being a dick now-"

You didn't get to finish your little rant. Eddie moved, just how you asked, sitting next to you on the couch. Thighs spread over the cushions, his hands gripped your wrists. Your eyes widened in realization, before you were yanked over his knee with a light oomph! and a bounce of your upper half dangling onto the ground.

Eddie didn't let you adjust, barely giving you time to steady yourself before your robe was thrown up, pajama short pulled down. His mouth watered, erection growing against your hip at the sight. The fading lines of the cane still striping over your ass, healing but still apparent. Your slippered feet kicked in the air in protest, pink and hard soled, catching Eddie's attention. He smirked to himself, free hand grabbing your wiggling ankle, pulling your leg close before plucking the slipper off your foot.

You stilled for a moment in realization, frantically squirming to look over your shoulder. "Wait, Eddie, I-"

A resounding slap, loud and clapping against your flesh cut you off, filling the room. You gasped, the sting of the slipper was shocking. A itchy burn that stung worse than the cane or the crop, one that you just wanted to reach back and rub the irritation out.

Eddie brought the slipper back down again, tongue poked out in concentration. You whimpered, pushing off the ground in protest, only for his heavy hand to press into your shoulder blades.

"You want to be mean?" Eddie snapped, the slipper falling on your already tender ass. "You want to be a little brat to me? Not follow my rules?" You howled when he brought the slipper down again, lifting at the sting of the slipper.

"That's fine, baby, I'll just remind you want happens to mean girls, bad girls." Eddie sneered.

He brought the slipper down fast and hard, peppering smacks that covered every inch of your cheeks. You squirmed, pleading and fighting against him while he held you in place. The burn was unimaginable, so uncomfortable- you couldn't understand why it made you throb the way you did. You were certain with every snap of the slipper, sending vibrating shocks to your core, that you'd cum before it was over.

Eddie's put the slipper on your robe clad back, admiring the red, splotchy glow of the globes of your ass. He licked his lips, fingertips tracing of the hot skin. He dipped low, towards your core, feeling your soaking spend that coated your thighs, smirking when you whined.

Eddie reached to your hair, fingers threading through your locks before pulling you up. You cried out, back arching on his lap. "You gonna keep being mean to me?" Eddie growled, lips brushing against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He could see the wet streaks of tears down your face, the sniffling and pouting lips made his cock lurch in his pajama pants. He regretted not wearing boxers for a moment, sure you could feel his hard cock pressed against you.

"I won't be mean anymore." Your bottom lip wobbled, looking over at him. Eddie's hand loosened in your hair. "'M sorry I was mean to you and broke your rules. I won't do it anymore."

Eddie's face softened, shoulder dropping in relief. You sniffled hard before he could answer, turning to face him fully, teary eyes meeting his. "P-Please don't ignore me anymore." You begged, lip wobbling. "I'll be good."

Eddie let his hand drop from your hair, moving to pull you up onto his lap. "Baby," Eddie cooed, hand cupping your cheek. "Did you not like how we've been playing for the past few days?"

Your breath stuttered under the cry, head shaking when you met his big, brown eyes. "I don't like it when you ignore me." You admitted, wiping your eyes with the heels of your hand. "I didn't like it when you'd cum and then-then just leave. I felt...used." You admitted, looking down at your fingers, nervously playing with the tie of your robe.

Eddie's fingers moved under your chin, eyes dropping in hurt. "Why didn't you tell me? Or safe word?" He asked gently.

"I didn't know I could." You admitted bashfully. "We weren't, like, doing heavy stuff so I-I thought I just had to."

"Baby," Eddie said firmly, brows knitting sternly at you. "You can safe word anytime you want. If you don't like something, safe word and tell me. It's only ok if we're both having fun. If we're both consenting to it, right?"

You nodded gently. Eddie leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your salty, wet cheeks. "Good girl." He smiled sweetly at you. "Thank you for telling me, ok? We won't do that again."

You gave a soft smile, moving to press your lips against his. Eddie kissed you sweetly, no dominance or hard kisses. It was sweet and long, lips moving against yours like in the morning when he was leaving for work, getting every last taste of you on his tongue to last him through the day.

Eddie's hands moved down your hips, to your bare center. Your pajama shorts had long been kicked onto the floor, leaving you exposed to him. Eddie slipped his fingers between you, running his calloused fingertips through your slick folds. You moaned into his mouth, eyes pinching closed, melting into his touch.

Pulling apart with a gasp, your forehead rested on his, looking down between the two of you. You watched Eddie work you, lazily circling your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure that had your tummy clenching.

"Let me take care of you, alright?" Eddie muttered, trailing kisses down your cheek. His breath ghosted over the wet skin, leaving you shivering. "Won't do that shit again. 'S been miserable to me to." Eddie admitted lowly into your skin.

You giggled lightly, airy and followed by a content sigh. "Please don't." You muttered, letting your head drop to his shoulder. "Missed you too much."

Eddie more than made it up to you. He let your come undone on his fingers, his tongue, before finally splitting you open with his cock. Fucking your hard with your legs held up in the air, leaving you gripping the worn material of the couch. He snapped his hips against you until he was spilling deep inside of you. The toast and coffee running cold on the table. Not that either of your minded.

Masterlist

All works are 18+ minors and blank blogs will be blocked!!

Steddie:

The Pull - Steddie x Succubus!Reader masterlist (complete)

You’ve been alone for as long as you can remember, floating around for decades and moving from place to place, never letting anyone close. But that all changes when you decide to move to Hawkins Indiana. You were expecting a quiet life in a small town, but that all changed when you arrived and immediately sensed them.

Sugar and Spice - Steddie x PastelGoth!Reader masterlist (ongoing)

Steve has massive crush on you, Eddie’s childhood bestfriend who just came home from collage. The only problem is you despised him in highschool and he’s pretty sure Eddie’s in love with you.

Steve Harrington:

American Idiot - King!Steve x GothFem!Reader

Steve Harrington had it all. Money, popularity, the perfect girlfriend. He had his whole life planned and laid out for him, and he accepted that. Working for his dad and marrying his collage sweetheart wouldn’t be so bad, right? That’s what he thought at least, until he got paired to do a project with you and you turned his world upside down.

Eddie Munson:

See You Again - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Fem!OC

Your girlfriend surprises you with tickets to see your favorite band, Corroded Coffin for your birthday. You and her spent one magical night with the lead singer over a year ago before they made it big. Will he remember you? (He definitely will.)

Beer and Bunny’s - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist.

Licking his boots (blurb)

Fic recs

bleed so pretty

premise: eddie leaves you with a reminder of who you belong to, that he’ll always come back for you, that you’re his.

pairing: ghostface!eddie munson x (f)reader

word count: 1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, dubcon (i wrote this with the idea that reader and eddie had agreed to all of this, therefore consensual noncon is also a warning), rough sex, knife play, blood play, branding (marking/carving), pain kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, hair pulling.

etc: it’s finally happened, i see the appeal of mr ghostface and i’m a dirty whore because of it. this is completely an anons fault ok!

i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!

He has you on your knees, your face pushed into your pillows by one of his gloved hands. The hold he has in your hair makes your skull ache and itch from the pull. The screams you’re letting out scald your throat like you’re swallowing a pitcher of hot water.

Like you’re being fucked torturously hard, your insides over sensitive and burning from the pull and drag of his cock in your tightness; the head of his length continuing to kiss, poke, fuck all those spots that usually go unreached. That has your nails paining from how hard you’re gripping the plush of your comforter.

Your body is blazing, the only relief you get—the only cool thing that helps you breathe, that keeps you from passing out from everything—is from the tears that have stained your cheeks, coming down in pools and onto your pillow to leave you in a teary-snotted mess.

And then there’s the coolness from the knife at your hip. The one in his grip as he digs his fingers into your side to pull you back onto his cock, meeting his hard thrusts relentlessly and without remorse. Without a care that you’re a trembling screaming mess, begging him, pleading; for what? To be free? For him to stop? No, no.

“You don’t want me to stop. The proof is on my cock.” His voice is muffled from the mask, making him sound even more menacing and scary. Has your heart beating heavy, your walls clenching around him.

“I told you I’d come back for you.” The bite of the tip of the knife makes your back arch, body flinching, sobs hiccuping in your throat as your nerves mix in with the undeniable pleasure and pain that’s wrecking your body. He runs the tip of the knife down your spine, light, slow, all it would take is a little bit of pressure and it’d have you bleeding. “You’re mine.” A hard thrust has you crying out, “say it. Say you’re mine.”

You’re too busy choking on tears and pleas and whimpers that you can’t get anything out, the only response he gets is muffled and delirious and it’s not good enough for him.

The scream you let out from the tug of your hair, him pulling you head first up to him so your back is at his chest. The blade of the knife now at your neck. Your face feels raw and red from the friction of his thrusts, from your blubbering. You wonder if he’s smiling under the mask with the way he lets his gloves run along the tears before he grips your jaw tightly to keep you steady.

The pressure of the knife at your throat makes your body shiver, just as much as it makes your pussy clench. “Do I need to remind you how this works? That you do as I say? That you’re mine?”

You can barely shake your head from the hold he has on your jaw. But even the small movement you’re able to do is not good enough for him. The disapproving hum he lets out makes you look up at him with pleading eyes, with eyes that say you’ll do whatever he wants, just don’t hurt you.

It’s not good enough.

The whiplash you get from him slamming your body bad down onto the bed makes you dizzy. So dizzy that you don’t comprehend that the weight of his forearm is heavy at the your shoulder blades, his cock still inside of you but unmoving, the blade of the knife pressed hard into your lower back.

“Maybe I should give you a reminder. So you never forget who you belong to.”

There’s not time for you to process, to say anything before you feel the deep dig of the blade into your flesh; cutting, slicing, making you scream into your pillow for a whole other reason than you were seconds ago.

It’s a scream that doesn’t stop; that lights a whole other type of fire in your belly, a disgusting ache that’s unnerving and so good, one that doesn’t stop. Not until he’s done. Not until he finally pulls the blade from your shaking body, the pressure of his body from your back—his cock still throbbing and moving languid and slow inside of your pulsing heat, the speed picking up as he lifts your hips to put you back in position. An arm around your waist to hold up your wobbling body.

Your entire being is burning, stinging, aching, feeling a new kind of weak. Of wrecked.

You don’t have to ask, to reach back and feel your new wounds, your new brand, to know that he’s carved his initials into your flesh. The smell of copper stings your nose as you finally breathe in the air of something other than the pillow.

And with each hard thrust of his hips into you, has the ripple of your ass making the gashes pang and throb even more.

Like a tantilizing fucked up reminder that he’s marked your body forever, of him, for him. It makes you whimper in pain—laced with lustful anguish.

“Do you know now?” He grunts, deep, like he’s really enjoying this, like he’s never felt, saw, had anything more beautiful than you. “Know who you belong to?”

“Y-yes,” you choke out, your voice a croak of a sob.

“Good girl.” There’s a hiss coming from your lungs, your body trying to retreat from his again as he runs a finger along the brand. “So pretty,” your back is being arched again, pressed to his front, the knife still pressed at your hips where his arm is wrapped around. While his other hand brings itself to your mouth, his gloved fingers coated in your blood. There’s no asking, or request, just a silent demand as he shoves them inside of your mouth. Drool and spit meeting the taste of copper on your tongue. Your own blood being swallowed down around his fingers, “let this be your reminder. You’re mine.”

Teacher Eddie

OH 👀 (this is only when you’re of age obviously)

but imagine teasing each other so much during class while nobody notices a thing. you, ‘accidentally’ dropping your pencil on the floor and picking it up when he’s behind you, so he can get a good look of your cute panties under the short skirt you were wearing. but you’re not the only one teasing. whenever he would help you with a question you were struggling with, he would whisper a “good girl” when you get it right, causing your cute panties to become all soaked. he won’t leave you all hot and bothered like that though. after class, he has some ‘questions’ for you— meaning bending you over his desk and finally fucking you after a day full of teasing each other.

Pretty Tears

Kinktober 2022 - Day 22

Pairing: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Kink: Dacryphilia (Crying Kink)

Words: 1.0k

Summary: Eddie always gets hot and bothered after smoking and he decides to love on you all night. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, rough sex, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, creampie), fluff, soft!Eddie, mentions of drug use

a/n: I hope you enjoy this fic! I love writing sweet fluffy fics and I can’t help it! 

Banner by @vase-of-lilies​ 

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2 things:

yes, please go nsfw on the ring thought

can i be 💍 anon?

yes you can!! welcome baby and what are your pronouns? <3

here are some nsfw hcs about eddie’s rings 👀

so imagine heavily making out with Eddie, his hands slowly going under your shirt, feeling the cold touch of his metal rings on your skin giving you goosebumps, which causes you to wince for a moment as you need to adjust to the cold feeling oh and he loves seeing you wince like that, the little shit

or him fingering you as deep as he can, while you feel the cold metal on your core which adds even more to the pleasure you’re feeling. his warm hands all over your body and fingers deep inside you while simultaneously feeling his cold rings on you makes you feel so good every time, and he knows it all too well

and during sex, when he’s on top of you, feeling his hot breath on your neck and ear while his hand creeps from your stomach, to your boobs and slowly to your neck. you aren’t sure what to even focus on at this point, the pleasure of him thrusting so deep inside of you, hitting that one spot or the familiar feeling of his cold rings all over your body, which still makes you wince every time. his hand wraps around your neck, making you see stars as he whispers “holy shit, you look so beautiful like this” into your ear with a deep voice… 😮‍💨

Eddie would have this ring sword for knighting purposes during DND.

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.

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*