Bleed So Pretty

Eddie with a breeding kink

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: smut, breeding kink, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, fingering

a/n: eddie with a breeding kink you say?? i just HAD to write this…

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“Fuck— just like that baby” Eddie groaned as you were riding him, bouncing up and down with his hands on your hips guiding you. You continued your movements before he abruptly pulled out and flipped you over so you were lying on your stomach with him on top of you. You felt empty without him deep inside you, making you whine.

“I’m gonna cum so deep inside you” he whispered before pushing into you again in one quick thrust, causing you to moan loudly. He soon set a brutal rhythm, the new position giving him access to that one spot inside you that made you see stars. He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head closer to his.

“You like that, don’t you? You like it when you’re full with my cum, huh?” he asked as you moaned in response, unable to speak at this point. He increased his pace even more as you felt his cock twitch inside you, sensing that he was getting close.

“Gonna fill you up so good” Eddie groaned right before he came, painting your walls as you felt a wave of warmth inside of you. He slowly pulled out before pushing his fingers inside of you, causing you to cry out his name.

“Hmm, gotta keep it all in baby”

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jim hopper railing you on his office desk after everyone has left🫣

AAAH YES!!!! 🫣🫣🫣

all the lights in the building are out, nothing could be heard except the sounds of moaning and skin slapping. you’re bend over his desk while his hands are grabbing your hair and he’s slamming into from behind, making you a moaning mess. he was very against it when you first brought it up, scared to be caught but you eventually managed to convince him and it turned into a daily occurrence. he fucking loves it and the possibility of getting caught turns him on even more, “not even scared of someone walking in and seeing you getting fucked like the dirty slut you are, huh?”

Unforgiving

Kinktober 2022 - Day 5

Pairing: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Kink: Knife Play

Words: 1.06k

Summary: Eddie breaks into your house thinking you were an easy target but you put up a fight and get his mask off and well you saw his face, he can’t let you go now. 

Warnings: explicit language, descriptions of violence, explicit sexual content (dub-con, slight bondage, knife kink, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, teasing, squirting, slight degrading, overstimulation, creampie, rough sex), Eddie being pervy, slight blood, Reader being a badass

a/n: Here is Day 5! I hope you enjoy! Also writing dark fics are not my speciality but I hope I did good!

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Eddie fucking you good when Steve calls - and he picks up the call

"hey man what's up? Oh you wanna speak to her, hang on."

And you're whining because he's so deep and his free hand is doing things to your clit that shouldn't be legal. There's something in his eyes that makes you accept the phone

"hi S-Steve. What do you - shit - what do you want?" You're trying for casual but Eddie angles his hips and pushes right into that spot. With a grin on his face, the sweat glueing a single curl to his forehead.

"just wanted to say hello," Steve is smirking on the other end but you don't care. Eddie is fucking you fast enough that Steve doubtlessly can hear how wet you are, his face buried in your neck where he's sucking a hickey into your skin. And it feels glorious

"he fucking you good Baby?"

You gasp. Everything feels amplified now. "So good, Steve."

"then let us hear it, huh, Sweetheart?" Eddie's nibbling at your earlobe, right next to the phone, his breath warm and wet, "let Steve hear how beautiful you sound when you cum."

~ sincerely one of your moots who's apparently horny today

YOU CANT JUST SEND THIS TO ME AND THEN LEAVE…!?!!? THIS WAS SO GOOD ILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL DAY im begging you please write a fic about this🧎🏻‍♀️

Halloween smut with Scream Eddie nothing else matters

life’s no fun without a good scare

ghostface/scream!Eddie x Reader

Reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns

Word count: 2.8K

Warnings: Horror themes, knife play, smut, thigh fucking, P in V sex, unprotected sex, mentions of CNC, mask stays on during sex, thick thighs save lives, dom/sub undertones.

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The final trick-or-treater of the night leaves with the last bit of your candy. A sweet little ballerina who did a pirouette on your front porch just for you. 

Your feet are hurting from being on them all night, so you decide to run a bath. As the water reaches the top of the tub, you strip your shirt and pants. As you reach for your bra clasps the doorbell rings. You sigh, must be a random trick-or-treater, you hate to have to tell them you’ve got no candy left. 

You turn the tap off on the bath and grab your robe, covering your panties and bra, and wrapping it tightly around your body. You walk out of your bathroom towards the front door and pass the TV in the living room that is playing the third horror movie of the night. You catch a glimpse of Michael Myers just as you reach the front door. 

You open it to reveal… no one. 

There’s no one there. You take a few steps out and look around your street to see it completely empty. Hawkins is eerie at night, especially with the added Halloween decorations covering people’s front lawns. The wind howls in the distance and you take one final look before turning to walk back inside. 

Just as you turn around something jumps at your feet. You gasp and bounce back, looking down to find eyes staring at you in the dark. You squint a little and soon see a black cat. More specifically your neighbour's cat. Bending down, you reach out a hand and scratch his soft head.

“You scared me, honey.” You coo. He begins walking to the opposite end of your porch and you walk after him. He jumps up onto the railing and you give him one final pat before he jumps off and back towards his house. As you watch him you hear the creak of the porch steps, you turn around to see who it is and again, no one is there. 

You shake your head and sigh. 

“Stupid scary movies.” You mutter as you make your way back inside. 

You make sure to triple-check the lock before walking back to your bathroom. As you enter the dark hallway you see something run from one bedroom across to another. You stop still in your tracks. 

“Hello?” You call out, “Is someone there?” 

When no one answers you decide that you just imagined it. You carefully go to walk past the bedrooms to the bathroom and as you do something crowds against you pushing you up against a wall. 

You scream as your back hits the wall hard and you feel the cool steel of a knife press up against your throat. 

You look up through thick lashes and see a white mask staring back at you. A mask that you’re all too familiar with. 

“Are you scared?” a deep voice asks. It almost makes you chuckle, hearing Eddie trying to hide his normal voice. 

“What are you gonna do, slit my throat?” 

A warm chuckle comes from the mask and he pulls the knife away a little to trace the tip along your jugular. 

“Nah, you should stand behind someone when you cut their throat. Too messy otherwise, you’ll get blood alllllll over yourself.” 

You lick over your bottom lip and flutter your lashes as you look at the ghost face.

“Well, what are you gonna do to me?” 

Eddie’s free hand, that’s covered in a black leather glove, comes out and grabs at the rope holding your robe together. He tugs on it till it comes undone and your robe falls open, revealing your bra and panties. 

“Hmmm,” he says, the knife comes to the collar of the robe and pushes it over your shoulder, “Dunno, haven’t decided yet.” The robe drops off both your arms and lands on the floor around your feet, leaving you in just your underwear. 

You stand there leaning against the wall while he towers over you in his disguise. Slowly, you sidestep towards the open door to your right and Eddie’s mask follows you as you go. 

You backstep into the room, and Eddie starts following you. You stand between your bed and mirror vanity, waiting for him to make the next move. 

He walks in front of you, and you can see yourself from the mirror in the corner of your eye. His knife comes up and traces between the valley of your breasts, over your chest and collarbone before it slides under the strap of your bra. You look down and watch as the knife turns so the sharp side faces up and he pulls the knife toward him, cutting the strap cleanly. 

A small gasp escapes your lips as the cup falls and exposes your breast. The cool air hits your nipple and it starts to harden. 

He quickly does the same to the other side looking down through his mask at both your round tits sitting perfectly in front of him. 

Reaching over his shoulder, you hear the sound of velcro pulling apart and the black gown he’s wearing slips down his shoulders and he lets it drop to the ground. It reveals a faded black band tee with the sleeves cut off, tucked into his classic black ripped jeans. His cut-off sleeves reveal his tattoos that scatter his arms, leaving no doubt in your mind that it’s Eddie behind the mask. 

“Face the mirror.” He demands. 

You do as he says and turn your body until you’re facing the mirror directly. Eddie takes a few steps until he’s standing behind you, his masked face in view over your shoulder. 

You take in the view; you standing there with your tits out and in just your panties, your bra a mangled mess still wrapped around your torso. Eddie fully clothed and standing behind you with his mask on and hair peeking out from the bottom. Your heart races at the image and you can’t stop your chest from heaving. 

Eddie’s leather-cladded hands land on your waist and you can’t help but jump a little at the coolness. 

He begins pushing you forward, inch by inch until your thighs are flush with the wood of your vanity desk. 

His right-hand splays over your abdomen and your tummy dips at the contact. Slowly he trails it down until his thick leather fingers are pressed over your cotton panties. He pushes against your slit over the material and you feel the warm wetness that has seeped into your underwear press back against you. 

He rubs small soft circles over your clit, making you moan breathlessly and lean back against him. You feel the soft line of his stomach press against your back and his crotch press against the top of your ass. 

“Look at you,” He whispers gruffly into your ear, his masked face pressed to the side of your head, “You’ll let anyone fuck you, won’t you? Anyone could just walk into your house and bend you over and you’d be a moaning whore for it.” 

At that, he slaps your clothed cunt and you moan out like the whore he said you were. 

He chuckles at the sound and slides both his hands up to your breasts grabbing at them harshly. He squeezes at the fat before tweaking and flicking at your nipples, shocks of pleasure shoot through you as he continues to abuse them. 

You’ve absolutely drenched your underwear. If Eddie didn’t have gloves on to feel it himself, you know he would taunt you for how dripping wet you are for him like this.  

Without warning, Eddie grabs at the back of your head with one hand and pushes you forward so you’re bending over the vanity with your face inches from the mirror. You look at the way your breasts hang and sway, nipples ravished and skin now bleeding back to colour from being squeezed. 

Eddie releases your hair and brings his hands down to undo his belt and jeans. He pulls himself out and gives his cock a few lazy tugs, you wonder what it feels like with his gloves on. 

One of his hands comes to land on your throat, making you have to stare right at the scene otherwise you’ll choke against his grip. 

He releases his cock and tugs your panties down to just below your ass before bringing his hand back and guiding himself between your legs. His tip slides through your slick folds and he laughs loudly at how soaked you are. 

“You’re practically dripping, sweetheart. Surprised there isn’t a puddle on the floor.” 

You look at his mask and try to look into the eyes to make eye contact, you push back against his dick, letting it trace up your slit and hit your clit.  

“Please.” You beg. 

“Please she says,” He mocks, “I could do anything I fucking wanted to you and you wouldn’t be able to do shit.” 

Your hole clenches at the thought of Eddie being so in control of the situation, at you being at his absolute mercy. You whimper thinking about it. 

“Y’know what?” He says, pulling at your throat so you have to hold yourself up a little higher to be able to breathe, “You need to earn my cock.” 

You whine and pout your lips at him in the mirror.

He smacks your ass sharply at the protest causing you to jump forward a little and bump your vanity. Bottles of perfume and lotion fall over but you couldn’t care less. 

Eddie’s foot comes up and pushes down your panties till they're at your ankles. He lets go of your throat and your hands quickly come forward to stop yourself face-planting into the mirror. 

With his now free hands he takes off both his gloves and you're disappointed to see none of his rings adorning his stubby thick fingers. He reaches forward to a lotion bottle that’s laying on its side and grabs at it. You watch as he pumps a generous amount onto his palm. Your eyes follow his hands in the mirror, they disappear behind you to his cock and you hear the slick sound of him rubbing some of the lotion on it. You gasp, startled, as he bends down slightly and his slippery hand reaches between you and rubs over your inner thigh before doing the same to the other side, coating your skin in the cool lotion. 

He straightens up and grabs at his cock, tapping it on your ass a little to get your attention. 

You look back up at his masked face. 

“I’m gonna fuck your thighs,” His husky voice says, “and if you’ve earned it, I’ll fuck that sweet hole, yeah?” 

You bite at your lip and nod slightly, agreeing to his terms. 

He stares at you for a second before guiding his cock between your thighs. As you feel his cock head slide against your inner thigh, you instinctively squeeze your legs together for him to create some friction. 

His dick slides between the fat of your thighs slowly, his pelvis hitting your ass. He lets out little groans as he speeds up and you tighten your thighs as much as you can, your knees knocking together. 

“Fucking hell,” Eddie says. 

The hands-on your hips are gripping tight, pulling you with him as he fucks his hips forward. 

He stands a little straighter and the line of his cock slides along your slit making you moan and drop your head between your shoulders. 

“Think you deserve it yet, sweetheart?” He asks. 

The tip of his cock hits your clit and you feel a shiver run through you. “Please.” You whimper. 

“What was that?”  

You lift your head and look at his masked face in the mirror, “Please.” You say louder. 

“So polite.” 

He slaps a hand down against your ass and pulls out fully, straightening up to his full height. His foot toes between your calves and push you to stand your legs apart further. 

His hand comes to your hair and grabs at it, using it to pull you upright. You feel the burn on your scalp and hit the hard line of his body as you stand up. His masked face hides into your neck just below your ear and you feel his cock trapped between your cheeks. 

“Look at yourself.” He whispers. 

Your eyes lock with yourself in the mirror and you take in your form.

As you watch yourself you feel his hand grab at his cock and he slides down your crack until he’s pushing at the entrance of your cunt. 

His knees bend a little to get the angle and he drops his head against your shoulder to look down at his cock disappearing. 

“Jesus.” He whispers to himself. 

He fully pushes into you and your mouth drops open at the pressure and the slight burn of being opened up by his cock. He bottoms out and looks back up at you from over your shoulder. 

You look at his masked face and nod slowly, silently begging for him to move. 

He laughs a little and does short, small thrusts into you. 

You drop your head back a bit on his shoulder, still looking at yourself in the mirror. 

Your bra hangs around your midsection and your tits bounce slightly as his hips fuck into you a little harder. His hand not in your hair grips at your love handle and pulls you into him. 

He pulls all the way out and pounds up into you, hitting you deep and making you yell out loud. 

“Oh fuck!” You cry, eyes squeezing shut. 

Eddie laughs again and his hand in your hair tugs a little. “Eyes open.” He instructs. 

You open your eyes and instantly land on the jiggle of your body as he fucks his cock into your pussy hard and fast. 

The hand on your hip inches around to your belly and splays over it, trailing down until he’s at the top of your slit near your clit. His thick finger slides between your slit and rubs over your wet nub. You sob out at the pleasure. 

The heat in your core grows and you feel your orgasm creeping up on you. 

The sound of skin hitting skin and the wet squelch of him fucking into your cunt echoes around the room. You hear his heavy breaths from behind his mask and look at him through the mirror. 

“Where do you want my load, baby?” He asks. 

You bite your lip and can barely get the words out as his fingers on your clit begin moving faster. 

“My mouth.” 

Eddie groans at your response. “Fuck yes.”  

You feel your orgasm begin to spill over as he hits your cervix in time with the rubbing of your clit. 

“Oh god, oh god.” You yell as your orgasm overcomes you and you squeeze around his cock. 

“That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He plays with your clit a little more to milk your orgasm from you as he slows his thrusts to a stop. 

Eddie pulls out of you as you catch your breath and you dazedly turn around and take a step to the side to drop to your knees in front of him. 

You look up at him as he stares down at your masked face, the scary disguise only making your pussy flutter a little bit more. 

He jacks himself off as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. 

“Fuck you’re a goddamn dream.” He says. 

He fucks his fist faster and soon he lets out a muffled groan followed by a stream of hot come that hits your tongue and chin. 

His head is still dropped down looking at you as he drops his cock and catches his breath. 

You swallow the load that lands on your tongue and your hand comes up and your thumb scoops up the rest that landed on your chin before you suck it clean. 

You stand up slowly and come face to face with the mask. You can only guess how fucked out your face looks right now. You reach up and grab at his mask and he lets you pull it off his head. 

His hair flies up with it and sticks everywhere as you drop the mask to your vanity desk. 

He’s smiling dazed as he looks down at you, his face flushed and sweaty. 

“Hi.” He says. 

You smile and lean up on your tippy toes, a hair away from his lips, “Hi.” 

Eddie leans forward and presses a sweet to your lip before pushing his tongue against you to lick into your mouth and taste himself on your tongue. 

“Mmmmmm.” He moans into you before he pulls away. 

His hands are holding your face and pushing your hair back as he stares into your eyes. 

“Happy Halloween.” He says. 

You laugh through your nose and roll your eyes, “Happy Halloween.” 

Baby boy

But, I’m just not there yet - PART 5

Eddie Munson x goth fem reader 

Summary: Post S4, canon-divergent — Eddie survived the “earthquake” and had his name cleared. It’s now 1990 and the town is changing, as a bunch of young artists and creatives move in. Eddie meets a girl and sees the possibility of a different kind of life for himself. 

Warnings: some angst, fluff and smut (oral, P in V, fingering). Discussions of trauma 

Author’s note: 

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As you hang the phone back on the receiver, panic begins to set in.

With no time to get in your full garb, you realise Eddie is going to see you like this – sweatpants and makeup free. And though the thought makes you cringe, you know it would be weird to get fully kitted up at this hour, especially for just a casual hangout.

When he denotes his arrival with a soft knock at the front door, you shuffle there in your slippers, with the sudden overwhelming feeling of regret setting in. Why did I invite him here? You wonder. This was a mistake.

You open the door and give him a strained murmured greeting, to which he immediately notes the shift in your usual demeanour and how tired you look. But, he silently follows as you usher him in and down the hall towards your room, not meeting his gaze. You’ve got a small box of VHS tapes on the bed, some sprawled out like you had been trawling through them.

You hover at the door, holding your elbows and Eddie can tell something is up with you.

“So what have you got here?” he says with a quirked brow, trying to lighten the mood by throwing himself on the bed to start dramatically flicking through the cassettes.

After a moment, he looks up and straight at you, smirking. You take it as a cue to sit down too.  

“I didn’t take you as a 16 candles kind of gal”

“What kind of girl am I then?” You snap back.

“This feels like a trap”

“Eddie! I’m serious” you reply, pushing him by his shoulder.

“I donno. You are all cool and confident. Dark and mysterious.”

“Maybe dark because of the clothing, but not the other things”

“Come across pretty damn confident to me sweets.”

You keep your eyes facing forward, knowing that if you look at him you might tear up. It’s been a long week and you are emotionally spent. But you try to remind yourself that he had been vulnerable with you and you shouldn’t freeze him out now.

After a few moments of expectant silence, you take a deep breath and continue.

“I’m not. The outfits help me feel more sure of myself, I guess. I don’t usually let people see me like this” you say, gesturing to your face and rolling your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Sweetheart, I won’t lie and say I don’t like your normal get-up, or how your usual makeup looks all smeared when we…”

You push him by the shoulder again, harder this time, and he dramatically topples down onto the duvet, clutching his arm like he had been shot.

“Gee thanks”

“Hey! I’m just being honest!” He replies, to which you glower playfully in response.

“You look great either way. But I hope you don’t feel like you need to get dressed up for me”

“I don’t, it’s just – I guess it’s kind of like a shield, you know”

“God I definitely know. Believe it or not, but this is a toned-down version of Eddie’’ he says as he gestures down at his ripped jeans and leather jacket with a flourish. “I get enough looks being an accused murderer and all that.”

You smile softly at him, unsure of what to say next, but he breaks the silence “Never have to hide from me. In fact, you taught me that”

“I did?”

“Yeha, well, you made me feel like it was ok so show my scars”

“I guess so”  

“Actually, in the short time I’ve known you, You’ve kind of shown me a lot of things”

You furrow your brow and give him a look of genuine surprise “Like what?”

“That I have options. That it’s ok to have a fucking dream and go after it. To just lighten up a bit - fuck it’s been a while”

You look away as tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. Eddie notices and reaches out and places a palm on your knee. It’s not much but it’s all he’s got.

After a few moments like that, you dash to wipe away a few rouge tear drops and shift to face him on the bed.

“Ok. Pick a goddamn movie already or I’m putting on the breakfast club”

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An hour into the movie Eddie gets up to go to the bathroom, so you pause it.

When he comes back and sits back down, you turn to him, finding the courage you had been trying to build up the entire movie, to say something that had been burning in your brain and sitting on the tip of your tongue.

“Sorry about before”

“For what?”

“Being in a mood…”

“Consider it forgotten.” He says, with a wave of a hand, “We all have those days”

You take a deep breath again, making the snap decision to let him in.

“It’s just my mum. Even all the way from Chicago she’s giving me a hard time. Just when I thought I had escaped her bullshit, one phone call and I’m right back in my childhood bedroom, crying myself to sleep again.” You are rambling and you know it, and feel suddenly very exposed, like your on a boat with no life preserver “It’s stupid….I shouldn’t let her get to me”

“Hey listen, it’s not stupid, ok?” He places his hand back on your knee and the gesture isn’t lost, it’s grounding and it makes your tummy do a flip. “ It’s ok to have feelings - another one of those pearls of wisdom you’ve bestowed on me”

You laugh slightly, but it doesn’t reach your eyes and Eddie notices.

“I guess we are all running from something huh” he mutters, looking down and playing with his rings.

“That’s just it though, you can never outrun shit. Even from the other side of the world, I would still have this baggage with my mum. I have to face it or it will never go away. Which is why I’m trying to work on it.”

“I know,” he says looking back up at you “you’re right. I’ve got a few things to work on too.”

You smile at each other and settle back in again, backs resting against the pillows. As the movie continues, Eddie shifts closer, and with every slight move, he makes, his leg brushes against yours and sends tingles down your spine.

You wonder if he’s doing it on purpose, as you start to feel the heat pool low in your belly watching Bender and Claire flirt in the storage closet. You’ve seen the breakfast club a million times and barely need to watch it to follow the story.

The so-called princess and criminal. In a way, Eddie is kind of like Bender, granted, a lot softer around the edges. But from the fragments of his past you have pieced together you know he didn’t have much of a family growing up, an abusive dad, and people saw him how they wanted, as a criminal and murderer, even though nothing could be further from the truth.

He’s kind, soft, and sensitive. A dreamer, and nothing like his facade. And just like Claire, you put up a front so that no one sees that things aren’t at all what they seem.

Eddie is also struggling to focus on the movie. He notices how you tense as he brushes against you, and how you squeeze your thighs together when Bender gives his whole, ‘under the bra and over the panties’ speech. What he wouldn’t give to touch you like that again.

He wonders if he’s kind of like the Bender in this situation. Just like Bender likes Claire, he likes you but knows he probably shouldn’t get to have one shot with you. So, in the beginning, he did what he does best, push you away before you could hurt him. Just like he has been doing that all his life.

But now, he’s let you in and you’ve taken residence in his brain. He can’t escape the way you make him feel, and how much he wants nothing but to hold you close and not let go for as long as you’ll let him.

You’ve let him under your dress, but you are yet to show him your heart.

Tonight, he wants nothing more but to pull you into his arms, and feel your body pressed against his. Fuck it. He decides and does just that, maneuvering you both so you are lying down, then pulling you close and encasing your chest with his arms.

You melt into his touch, feeling relief as the tension of the evening finally starts lifting. There, held firmly in his arms, you start to feel the prickle of an electric current where your bodies meet and you want nothing more than to feel all of him. Tentatively, you shift your body so that the soft plush of your ass and thighs rest against his crotch.

After a few moments, you start to push yourself ever so slightly into his groin. He tenses, feeling the movement, a hardness already growing in his jeans. But he doesn’t shift.

You test the waters again, arching your back and pushing against him harder. His arms around you tighten and you hear him hum quietly, so you repeat the action over and over until the hardness is unmistakable and he has no choice but to roll his hips forward and chase the friction he’s now desperate for. You are too and can feel the unmistakable growing wetness in your core.

After a few moments of intense grinding against one another, getting lost in the feeling, Eddie snakes a hand into the waistband of your sweat pants and underwear, which causes you to take a sharp intake of breath. You want him and he knows, even before he reaches the sodden area, by the way you chase his touch and roll your body against his.

He takes his time, softly feeling around the folds and wetness, teasing you until you are nearly begging for more.

“Eddie please –“

“What do you want baby?”

“Touch me please” you sputter.

He slots a finger inside you and curls it against the spongey wall, which makes you gasp.

“Like this?”

“Ye–es Eddie. Please don’t stop”

“Not gonna stop,” he says firmly. “Not until you are gushing around my fingers”

You whimper as he inserts another finger, working you over but it’s not enough, the pants don’t allow him the ease of access he needs so he pulls away suddenly, to undress you from the waist down quickly. Before, lying back down next to you and resuming his ministrations on your dripping folds.

You let him set the pace as your brain is too exhausted to even think about taking the lead right now. It’s a relief to just let go and chase the pleasure. Even though you’re so quiet and seem so far away, Eddie continues, feeling the way your body responds to him by rutting your hips into his hand. You need this release and he knows that. He would do anything to get you there.

After a little while he finally touches your clit, feeling the slight jolt of your legs as he does. You’re so ready and he can’t wait to give you more, so he removes his fingers and repositions himself so he’s leaving over you kissing down your body and moving to slot himself between your legs.

Nibbling on your thighs and intentionally blowing cold breath on your core, he knows how bad you need him now by the way you moan and writhe in his grip on your thighs. He can’t help himself from diving right in, lapping at your folds hungrily. You gasp at the sensation, then again and again as he switches the movement, going up to lick your clit and focus all his energy on the way it makes you move.

“Grind your beautiful little pussy against my face,” he says while reaching up to place his palm flat against your tummy.

You are so worked up that you come suddenly and without warning, seeing stars and being unable to move or form a coherent thought. Before you are even aware of your surroundings, Eddie is moving to his knees on the bed, and undoing his belt and pants.

You are engrossed in his movements, eyes wide and staring at his hard length, and the bead of precum on the tip. Right now, all that matters is this man and his cock, so you reach out for him, silently begging him to keep going.

He lines himself up with your entrance but just before pushing in, he asks, “Are you still with me Princess?”

You nod, eyes glassy. He can tell how much you want to be taken away for a moment. To not think and just ride the wave.

He slides in slowly, willing himself to take his time and not overwhelm you. Usually, your escapades are hungry, and a little dirty, but Eddie knows this time is different. Tonight, he wants to make you forget everything. To give you release. He wants to be your salvation, even if just for a moment.

He starts to move slowly, watching the way you take him, eyes wide and mouth fallen open. Taking him so well. Taking what you need from him.

Picking up the pace, he studies you as you start to fall apart under him, tears falling out of your eyes and rolling into small puddles on the duvet cover under you. Seeing you like that spurs him to move faster, snapping his thrusts into you sharply, and hearing your groans of overwhelmed pleasure in response. Just as he knows he’s barreling towards his finish, he snakes a hand between you and roughly rubs your clit, sending your spiralling.

The clenching of your walls around his cock has Eddie losing his composure, and his thrusts get

more and more sloppy. A mixture of groans and mutterings of each other’s names fill the room as you both reach your peak, and you fall apart beneath him, gushing around him just as you feel the warmth of his seed spill inside you.

After a moment, he pulls out with a hiss and rolls over to lie next to you.

He doesn’t say anything, or ask you any questions, sensing that you need a moment. You come to with a small smile on your face and turn to him.

“Thanks Eddie,” you say softly, grabbing the hand which is resting against his chest. It’s the one that has your necklace still wrapped around its wrist. “I needed that”

“Anytime princess. Anytime”

You know you should ask him whether he has heard from college yet. Or how he’s going with his songwriting. But you don’t. Instead, you lie in comfortable silence, let him clean you up and then tuck you both in. And for the first time all week, that night you actually get some sleep, holding on to him all night long.

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Something A Bit More

Imagine:

Being paired with eddie and during the project you've expressed your displeasure with your boyfriend and wanting someone a bit more..... toxic.

"Oh I know what you mean like if you were mine I wouldn't even let you out my sight, I'll follow you home and make sure you get home safe I would make decisions for you and wouldn't let you hangout withother men unless you have my hickies all over your neck"

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.