daydreamer ❦

eddie munson

ok i know canonically that eddie isn't the most popular guy in high school but i refuse to believe he hasn't had sex before. he plays in a band once a week at a bar?? hello?? also there's definitely some popular girls who find him high-key hot and seek him out because it's shameful and maybe they're into that

MY POINT IS basically that eddie is experienced and he knows what he's doing

he's a little above average, in terms of endowment. kinda skinny but blessed with a fair bit of length that hits the right spot

it's hairy but trimmed

what he probably has less experience with is sex in a relationship; like being with one person long enough to learn their likes & dislikes, to find kinks, to have actual romantic sex, etc

and trust me, this boy is eager to learn!! after your first few times, he starts to pick up on what gets you going on, what spots are the best for your pleasure & he's gonna map them out in his head and learn them like the back of his hand

eddie is hyper-focused on your pleasure; it's a win-win situation because he gets off on you getting off

his favourite thing to do is go down on you. he could literally do it for fuckin' hours, tongue just playing around and sucking on every sensitive area. it's when he moans in pleasure and your entire goddamn body seizes beneath him that he normally just cums himself without even being touched

bonus points for when he uses his arms to hold you down when he's giving you head

speaking of head: eddie will never say no to receiving. he always has two hands on your head when you do it, guiding you a little but never pushing

because he's not the kind of guy who always wants to instigate the whole sub/dom thing; he loves when it happens but for the most part, sex with you two is sort of like an equal partnership??

he's definitely the more commanding one though. this might be unexpected but c'mon mannn we've all seen him playing d&d and i refuse, REFUSE, to believe that he doesn't have elements of that in the bedroom

when he does go full top/dom/whatever u wanna call it, he's still quintessentially eddie. he'll tower over you, large, ringed hand around your throat as he gently praises you and rings orgasm and orgasm out of you until you forget your own name

he's also absolutely willing to give up control as well. he's an absolute slut for a cocky, confident partner and if you catch him in the right moment he will do literally anything you say

eddie somehow has an endless stamina. maybe it's his blatantly fucking undiagnosed adhd but his recovery period is actually impressive and he's ready and raring to go even after like four rounds jfc

he's also pretty much always horny i won't lie to u. he absolutely will not push it onto you but if you give even the most subtle hint that you're good to go then this man is pouncing on you

that means you've had sex in a lotta different places; the car, the shower, the throne in the d&d room, round the back of the theatre, in a cleaner's cupboard at starcourt mall...the list goes on

kink-wise, eddie is down to try anything at least once but from the get-go he actively encourages choking, marking and being tied up (for both of you)

position wise, his favourite is cow-girl and doggy but again he will try anything

after care !! he doesn't always have the supplies for it but you bet your fine ass his heart is in the right place

he'll probably grab the nearest shirt of his if there's no cloth but hell, it works. and sometimes the water he has on his nightstand is like two days old but water is water, right??

steve harrington

it's at least a little bit canon that steve used to pull a lot, so it's safe to say he has some experience both in a short term and long term sense

he is very average sized; six, maybe six & and a half inches, but he uses it fuckin well and it's curved super nice. trust.

a little hairy, but trimmed

steve harrington is a manscaper. u heard it hear first.

overall, he's very good !!

at the basics

missionary?? he's got it down. moaning encouragingly when you're sucking him off?? absolute king. fingering you?? mind blowing stuff

and good LORD he is obsessed with calling you "good girl/boy/etc" like he'll be ploughing into you and just repeating it over and over like a mantra

so essentially he's like mostly a top but it's not until he gets super comfortable in a relationship and you begin to communicate with him your likes & dislikes that it really and truly comes out

the signs were always there, mkay? it just takes the right encouragement and confidence and suddenly he's literally getting off on you giving him full control

it's definitely a trust thing. there's so much love in trusting this man and he feels it in his bones

so sex w steve is 50/50; sometimes it's kinky and rough and other times it's very slow and sensual

it'll be those times that he likes you to ride him. back against the headboard, you on his lap with one hand on his shoulder and one tangled in his hair so that he can press kisses to your lips and chest and collarbone

steve is very basic with his kinks: he was all like "omg no mine are so shameful" and then admit he's into choking and all you can do is laugh, not bc you're kink shaming him but because it's cute he thinks he has to be ashamed

so yeah, he loves to have a hand on your throat

one day he accidentally leaves scratch marks on your back and the next night he goes fuckin FERAL. and that's the story of how you discovered steve's marking kink

he loves car sex. it's cramped as hell because he's a lanky little shit but it's his favourite thing

his favourite position is missionary, as basic as it is, but if he's feeling a bit more rough he'll pull you into doggy and pound into you from behind

steve has a pretty good sex drive but after work he would literally rather cuddle than have sex

but then he also has days where he's pulling you into fuckin closets to fuck you because he has to have you there & then

he just loves to hold you straight after, arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses kisses to your bare skin

billy hargrove

billy is probably the most experienced out of all of them. he's got a new girl every other week (minimum) so his body count is pretty high i'm ngl

he's not fucking stupid about it though - he gets tested for shit regularly and uses protection

any sort of sex with billy would start casually

there would be no emotion but that does not mean he doesn't fuck your brains out

it's pretty much a silent agreement amongst us all that he is well above average in terms of length and width

(his hair is very fair down there so it doesn't need much work, but he does trim it)

and even though billy is ice cold, he very self-aware of his monster dong and will prepare you accordingly with his fingers until you're wet enough - probably actively encourages lube as well

that's pretty much the start and end of him being nice because everything else involves him pounding into you from behind, a hand either pulling your hair back or shoving your face into the pillow

if you can think of a degrading nickname i can guarantee that he's used it

billy's favourite sight is you on your knees in front of him

he leaves marks everywhere; bruises on your hips, hickeys on your neck, between your legs, literally everywhere

but you tell him to stop at any minute and 100% he will

aftercare in that stage of your relationship is pretty much non-existent. he'll ask if you're okay but then his jeans are on and he's out the door before you can even come back down from your high

NOW let's assume, by some freak of nature, you manage to make this man feel something for you

sex will be different after that. there will still be times when it's all of the above but there's a more giving side of him that you can unlock, like some freaky sex video game

he'll let you be on top for once, which is pretty much unheard of before; hands exploring all over your body - probably settling on your ass tbh - but occasionally tangling your fingers with his

billy will kiss you during as well which he never did before

he never spoke before either, but when you're more intimate he's using all kind of pet names

his go to "my girl/boy/etc" but also "sweetheart" and "angel"

“Oh you’re an asshole, Munson!” 

“But you’re still in my bed, hm? My star cheerleader,” Eddie teased, pulling you closer into his chest and nipping at the junction between your neck and shoulder. He ran his tongue over the skin when you hissed in pain, soothing it with a kiss. 

You brought your hand up to his hair, tugging it softly. “I’m here totally against my will, by the way.” 

“Yeah, totally.” 

He continued pressing hot, open mouthed kisses onto your neck, his hand pulling your skirt up to the creases of your thighs, exposing the pink cotton panties you wore. The rings on his fingers felt cool against the increasing temperature of your skin, a shudder running through your body as he ghosted his fingertips across your mound. 

“Munson, don’t play around,” you breathed out. 

“C’mon, feelin’ needy already?” he asked teasingly. “I haven’t even touched you yet.” 

You pinched his jean clad thigh, eliciting a hiss from his mouth, his large hand coming down to slap your thigh in retaliation. 

“I swear to God I’ll leave, Munson,” you began, pushing yourself forward and off of his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey!” he exclaimed. “Patience goes a long way, angel.” He wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, bringing you flush against his chest. 

Eddie’s free hand pushed your skirt further up, the hunter green material bunched up around your stomach and leaving you exposed to him. You leaned your head back with a soft groan as he pushed your panties to the side, middle finger moving up and down your slit teasingly slow. 

Your head buzzed every time you felt his metal ring nudge against your clit, his Black Sabbath cassette playing softly in the background the only thing that kept you grounded as he added another finger. Bringing your hand down to his, you gripped it tightly as a silent plea for him to apply more pressure. 

“Don’t make me stop,” Eddie murmured into your shoulder, brown tendrils of hair falling near your face. “Relax.” 

“Please, Ed,” you begged, “give me something.”

“You’re so lucky I’m feeling nice today,” he mumbled, nimble fingers dragging your slick up to your clit, circling it softly. 

Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, you felt the muscles in your thighs tighten as he sped up his pace. “Oh shit, like that, Eddie.”

Wanton moans left your lips as he kept circling your bud, his fingers moving faster until you couldn’t do anything except grip his bed sheets. Flashes of heat rushed over your body like waves, the coil in your stomach feeling like it was so close to snapping—until he dragged his fingers away from you. 

Your eyes shot open, hands loosening from the sheets. “Eddie—fuck, I was so close!” you cried out. 

He scooted up the bed until his back hit the headboard, large hands maneuvering your body until you were facing him. Moving his hands to your ass, Eddie squeezed it roughly, cold rings digging into your hot flesh. 

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you sweetheart?” His voice was taunting, head tilted to the side as his eyes glinted beneath the dim bedroom lights. “C’mon, I wanna see you cum on my cock.” 

You paused, lips parted in disbelief for a moment before you placed your hands onto his shoulders, lifting your body up to rest your knees on either side of his thighs. The buckle of his belt clinked as he undid it, fingers moving skillfully to loosen it and unbutton his pants. Hearing his zipper lower was like music to your ears, eyes watching hungrily as he shoved his jeans down until you could see his briefs. 

He got them halfway down his thighs before your fingers pulled at the waistband of his briefs impatiently, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as his cock sprang free. 

“C’mon,” he murmured, bringing his hand onto your hip and squeezing it, “be good to me.” 

Giving him a few quick pumps, you scooched closer and raised your hips to lower yourself onto him, the stretching sensation drawing a loud moan from your lips. He watched the way your face twisted with pleasure as you took him all in, keeping a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself. 

Bringing a hand up to your scalp, his fingers curled around your strands of hair as he pulled them. The action caused your mouth to open with a moan, and he took the opportunity to pull you into a fervent kiss, the clash of teeth and tongue making him smile against your lips. You tasted like mint chapstick and the strawberry lollipop you’d been sucking on earlier in the day, the odd combination intoxicating to Eddie. 

“Takin’ me so well honey,” he mumbled against your lips, hands moving beneath your pleated skirt to steady your hips as you found a rhythm. 

“You’re so—fuck, big,” you drawled, throwing your head back in pleasure.

“And you feel like heaven.” Eddie bit back a moan, his fingers gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises.

“Y’sure you know what that feels like?” you breathed out. 

Eddie’s head lulled back onto the headboard, eyes closed as a smirk pulled his pretty pink lips upward. “I feel it every time I’m in you, angel.”

A wave of heat rushed over you, skin feeling like it had been lit aflame with every word that left his mouth. You continued bouncing on him, back arched like a cat as incoherent mumbles and moans escaped from his parted lips. 

“Look at you,” he murmurs, “so fucked out. Never thought I’d see you like this all those months ago.” 

You sucked in a deep breath, stomach tightening as you kept moving. “You made me this way, Munson,” you replied with a faint smile. “Absolutely corrupted me.” 

He let out a laugh, wrapping an arm around your midsection to bring you flush against his body. “And you’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” 

Holding up your skirt with one hand, he brought the other between you and ran his thumb up your slit, rubbing circles onto your clit. A broken moan sounded throughout the room as warmth bloomed beneath your skin, the sensation creating tingles that began at your toes and made their way up. 

Eddie started pistoning up into you as your movements became sloppier, chasing his own release while working on yours. Curls stuck to his temples with sweat, exposed forearms flexing and putting his various tattoos on full display. 

You clenched around him as your orgasm washed over you, thighs shaking and broken moans escaping your lips as he talked you through it, soft praises contrasting against his rough pace. The sensation was enough for him to cum right after you, warmth spreading inside of you as you caught your breath. 

Forehead dropping to rest against his chest, you closed your eyes at the sound of his rapid heartbeat. 

“So, how does a sleepover sound?” he asked sleepily, the sound of his head knocking against the headboard making you laugh softly.

“It sounds really, really good.”