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୨୧ ─── looks that kill | eddie munson x f!reader

praise ⋮⋮ fingering ⋮⋮ light degradation (he calls r a slut) ⋮⋮ rough spanking ⋮⋮ dom!eddie ⋮⋮ 1.2k

note: i need him carnally, it's actually insane

“i said to count louder. you know what will happen to you if you don’t,” eddie coos, his large, ring-heavy hand soothing over your raw ass after delivering a particularly harsh smack.

you’re on all fours in the middle of his bed inside the trailer, wearing nothing but his faded hellfire club shirt. the soft, well-worn cotton drapes over your torso and brushes the tops of your thighs, but it’s ridden up completely, bunched around your waist. your ass is fully on display for him, cheeks already flushed and stinging, back arched just the way he likes.

“eight,” your voice cracks. your arms tremble from holding the position, fingers curled into his sheets.

eddie hums low in his throat, the sound almost pleased. his calloused palm glides over the heated flesh, kneading gently, almost reverently, before he delivers another sharp, loud crack.

“nine!” you cry out, tears spilling hot down your cheeks and onto the pillow beneath you.

he lets out a rough groan at the sight between your spread thighs, your arousal glistening, a thin string of it dripping down your pussy and onto his sheets.

“that’s it,” he murmurs, voice thick with dark awe. “holy shit...”

you whimper when his hand returns, cool rings dragging lightly over your tender, burning skin. the contrast makes you shiver.

“you like this, don’t you?” eddie’s tone drops lower. “little slut.”

his hand stays on your ass, rubbing slow circles over the hot skin as he shifts closer on the bed behind you. you can feel the mattress dip under his weight, hear the faint jingle of his belt and the rustle of his jeans as he settles in.

“we’re not done yet,” he says, almost conversational, like he’s deciding what song to play next. “you’re gonna give me three more. understand?”

you nod quickly, but that’s not enough for him.

“use your words.”

“yes,” you breathe, voice shaky.

“yes what?”

“yes, eddie.”

a low, satisfied sound rumbles out of him. “good girl.”

the next smack lands harder than the last few, the sound cracking through the small room. your whole body jolts forward.

“ten!” you choke out in a half-sob, half-moan.

eddie’s hand is there immediately, soothing again, but this time his fingers slide lower. he drags two thick digits through your folds, gathering the slick that’s gathered there. he holds his hand up where you can see it if you turn your head, shiny and wet, strings of your arousal clinging to his rings.

“look at you,” he says, almost laughing in disbelief. “you’re fucking dripping down your thighs. who knew all it takes is a few spanks to turn you into a whiny little mess.”

he wipes his fingers on the inside of your thigh, leaving a wet streak, then brings his hand back up. the next spank is lighter, almost teasing, and you find yourself disappointed.

“eleven!” your walls flutter and clench around nothing, clit throbbing with the desperate need to be touched.

eddie leans over you, chest brushing your back through his shirt. his free hand grips your hip, rings biting into your skin as he holds you still.

“one more,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. “you can do it, baby.”

the final smack is the hardest yet. it sends a fresh wave of heat blooming across your ass and makes your knees slip a little wider on the mattress. you cry out loud and broken, “twelve!”

for a moment there’s only the sound of your ragged breathing and the faint creak of the bed. eddie’s hand returns, but gentler now, both palms smoothing over your punished skin, thumbs pressing into the sore spots like he’s memorizing the way they feel. he spreads you open with his thumbs, just enough to watch another bead of slick slide out of you and drip onto the sheets.

“fuck,” he breathes. “so fucking pretty.”

one of his hands slips between your legs again, sinking two fingers into you without warning, slow but deep, curling them in the way that makes your head spin. you moan, pushing back against his hand instinctively.

“ah-ah,” eddie chides, pulling his fingers almost all the way out. “you don’t get to fuck yourself on my fingers yet. you’re gonna stay right there and let me play with this pretty pussy until i decide you’ve earned it.”

he pushes back in, scissoring his fingers, the wet sound obscene in the quiet trailer. his other hand never stops rubbing your ass, sometimes soothing, sometimes giving a light, warning slap that makes you clench around his fingers.

“god, you’re so fucking hot,” he groans. “when i wear that shirt to hellfire i’m gonna remember how you looked right now… on your hands and knees, with my handprint on your ass, while you’re crying and soaking my sheets.”

he curls his fingers again, finding that spot deep inside you that has you fighting to stay still and not push back against him. his thumb brushes your clit in lazy circles, just enough to make you whimper but not enough to let you cum.

“you wanna cum?” he asks, voice low and rough. “hm?”

he punctuates the question with another sharp smack on your already burning ass, fingers still buried deep inside you.

your answer comes out broken and desperate. “w-wanna cum s'bad, eds. please.”

“since you said please,” eddie chuckles darkly. “be a good girl and cum all over my fingers, baby.”

the tight coil in your belly snaps. a broken, high-pitched moan rips out of your throat as your orgasm crashes over you hard enough to make your vision blur at the edges.

“eddie—fuck—!”

your pussy clenches hard around his thick fingers. the force of it makes your thighs shake so hard your knees slip wider on the mattress. eddie’s free hand clamps down on your hip, rings biting into your skin as he holds you up.

“that’s it,” he growls against the back of your neck. “let go, baby.”

his fingers keep pumping, slow but deep, curling hard against that spot inside you with every thrust. his thumb never lets up on your clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles that drag the pleasurable waves out. every time your walls clamp down, another gush of slick floods around his knuckles, soaking his hand and dripping down your thighs in messy rivulets that join the wet patch already on his sheets.

your arms finally give out, chest dropping to the mattress in a soft thud, tears still streaming down your cheeks. your mouth hangs open against the pillow, little broken mewls spilling out with every pulse of your cunt around his fingers.

he works you through every aftershock, only slowing when your spasms start to ease.

eddie carefully pulls his fingers from you and you whimper at the emptiness.

“you did so fucking good for me,” he praises in your ear. “i’m so proud of you, baby.”

mechanic eddie and his trailer park gf ( inspired by this post )

i feel like he’s the type to teach you everything to keep you busy and not bored , the trailer park can be a bit boring so he wants to make sure you’re not that . you two spend time under the car while he teaches you the parts and how to fix it , but his plans usually go south as all you can of think of doing is kissing and nipping away at his ear . clearly unfazed by all this car work

he loves to watch you lounge in the lawn chair outside the trailer , loves to watch you tan to your hearts content while you read the latest magazine and smoke a cigarette . he will come over to you from time to time to take a drag from your cig but usually it’s to kiss your beautiful face and that glossy lips of yours , partially to get himself worked up , partially because he wants to swap the smoke from cig mouth to mouth

he’s protective , damn straight he is , so he makes sure you know how to protect yourself if ever there’s a case he’s not around . he takes you to the woods near the edge of the trailer park with the shotgun in hand , he positions a couple coca cola cans while you stand there just picking at your freshly done hair . he comes over and teaches you how to hold the gun , how to shot perfectly all the while standing right behind you , which tbh makes you feel a tad bit horny . and him too , i mean the though of seeing his princess shot a gun perfectly makes him want to just strip off all your clothes right there !

eddie’s a gentleman , he will cook , he will clean , he will make sure you’re provided for . he’ll take you shopping in the old cadillac and let you max out his card , he will of course indulge in your shopping haul , the way you model off your new clothes for him in the small space of the trailer . he also loves to show you off , it’s obvious i mean the trailer park is a small space and everyone knows everyone but he still shows you off . ‘ you remember my girlfriend right ? ’ it isn’t a way of reducing you down to just ‘ girlfriend ’ but rather a way of him showing that this is his girlfriend

okay now , he’s a softie for you but when it comes down to sex , he’s no softie and you love that . he’ll fuck too anywhere , if that means atop a car he’s currently fixing for a client , on the lounge chair outside the trailer , over the kitchen counter , in the goddamn woods , fuck it if he’s horny enough he’ll fuck you in another persons trailer whenever you’re over for dinner . he’s a manhandler !!! he will indeed wrap his biceps around your neck , he will indeed make sure his grip on your thighs is strong enough to hold your ass up in the hair . he’s won’t stop , not until he’s tired and well . . . you don’t protest

cause you match each others freak , eddie munson the only hot mechanic on the trailer park and you , the trailer park princess everyone wishes they could get a piece of

thinking about eddie loving his hyperfeminine girlfriend..

mdni

You two would be complete opposites. You love pastel and bright colours, lace and bows and pop music. You do cheerleading at school and you’re friends with Chrissy and all of her friends. You have the biggest heel collection in all of Indiana, and you have a thousand plushies on your huge cloud like bed.

You have a smile sweeter than honey and the kindest eyes. Eddie on the other hand always looked a little mad, you called it his resting bitch face. But his entire face lights up when he sees you or even hears your name.

Everyone always expected you to end up with a guy like Jason, or Steve. So it came as a big shock when the students of Hawkins High saw you kissing thee Eddie Munson at a basketball game after your cheer routine. Eddie himself never even thought about someone like you being his type. But ever since he laid eyes on you in junior year, he was completely gone.

He absolutely spoils you with gifts, with the money he earns at the car shop. When he noticed you like little trinkets and gifts he knew he’d need another job, his first ‘job’ being dealing.

You drag him to the lingerie store every other weekend to buy another sexy set. Getting him into the changing room to make out and give him a little show of course. His favorite set is definitely the pink one with white lace and white bows. Whenever you wear it, you know you’re about to have the most amazing sex yet. He convinced you to wear handcuffs around your wrists once during it, pink fluffy ones of course, he couldn’t have his pretty baby get hurt.

He never uses degrading names like whore or slut, he always calls you sweet pet names like doll or sweetie. He made the mistake of calling you a dirty bitch once when you were close to cumming, you immediately cried. So safe to say he learned from that.

He’s been trying to teach you about his favorite bands and about d&d, and how he thinks it’s so cool and how he’s learning Dio’s newest song on his guitar. But all you can focus on when he’s talking about his new campaign or a new artist he discovered, is his soft eyes and how he’s genuinely so interested in all that stuff. You wanna kiss his face all over, he’s just so cute when he’s rambling. He knows you try to understand, but it’s just not your thing. You have a Wham! poster on your door for gods sake.

You absolutely love watching him play guitar though , whether it’s in the Hideout or just in his trailer. It’s so amazing how talented your boyfriend is.

You love him inside and out. You don’t care what other people say, because you know him better than anyone ever will. He’s not scary or mean. He’s loving and warm. And you’ll defend him like your life depends on it.

And he loves all of you, pink mini skirts and all.

Lakeside Eddie commission (@fracturedarkness) inspired by the fic Hot & Cold by @somnambulic-thing from their Come As You Are universe

I spent a long time staring at this one. Not because I didn’t know what to paint, but because I wanted to do justice to the feeling somna’s fics leave behind. Landscapes aren’t something I tackle often, and that uncertainty followed me through every step of this piece. But some stories inspire you to reach beyond what feels comfortable.

Thinking of a slighty pervy!reader who purposefully torments best friend!Eddie. He's pretty clueless about that sort of thing, so it takes a while for him to figure out what's going on…(18+ mdni, oral f!rec)

When the two of you hang out together, you’re always playing with his hair and teasing him with little fleeting touches everywhere—you just can't seem to keep your hands to yourself!

Watching a movie in his bedroom? It doesn’t take long before you’re bored and trying to distract him, tickling his sides then crawling into his lap and squirming overtop of him until he's a desperate, throbbing mess.