perv!eddie who convinces reader that it'll feel better the next time he helps her out if she lets him stretch her out more often so randomly he's just like, fingering her ass while they're watching tv, another day she's literally cockwarming him djfhujgh dirty dirty oops
ahhhhhhhh this made me 😵💫
eddie starts small, like he always does. says it’s just to help. says it’ll feel better next time if he keeps you stretched, keeps you open. and you believe him—because he’s soft when he says it, because his voice goes all low and sweet like he’s doing something good, something nice.
so when you’re curled up against him on the couch, he slips his hand under the blanket without asking. pulls your panties to the side, lets his fingers drift low. one presses into your cunt, just enough to feel how wet you still are, and the other—slick and slow—pushes against your rim.
“just relax, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple. “let me work you open a little.”
it’s always like that. you nod, flushed and quiet, and he slides a finger in. then two. drags them in and out while your body squirms, while your breath catches at every stretch, every drag against that strange, sensitive place inside you. he never fucks you fast like that—just pushes deep and holds, curls his fingers a little, keeps you full while your thighs tremble. and when he pulls out, he always pets you like you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever touched. “good girl,” he hums, rubbing circles into your hip. “gonna take me so easy next time.”
but it’s not next time when he decides to try it. it’s later that night. you’re in his lap, facing away, already melted from the slow rhythm of the day—his hands, his voice, the praise he fed you while he worked your hole open like it was his fucking job.
he slicks himself up behind you, guides you down over his cock, and you freeze halfway, gasping when the head pushes in. it’s a stretch you’ll never get used to—thick and aching, the burn curling up your spine while he groans low behind you, gripping your hips to keep you steady.
“shhh, shhh, i got you,” he breathes, mouth against your shoulder. “just sink down real slow. that’s it. just like that.”
it takes forever. you feel every inch. every vein. every twitch. your body’s straining to take it all, your fingers digging into his thighs, your voice barely more than a shaky whine as you finally settle in his lap, fully seated, fully stuffed. he doesn’t move. doesn’t let you move.
just wraps his arms around your waist and pulls the blanket over both of you like nothing’s happening. like he’s not buried balls deep in your ass, his cock twitching every time you shift or breathe too hard.
he rests his chin on your shoulder, starts scrolling through the tv like he’s not hard inside you. like this is normal. casual.
“feels good, huh?” he murmurs, kissing your jaw. “you’re doin’ so good for me. so fuckin’ warm. bet you’ll be beggin’ for it next time.”
and maybe you will. because your head’s all fuzzy, your cunt’s soaked, and the deeper he breathes against your neck, the harder it is to remember that this was supposed to be training and not just another excuse to ruin you from the inside out.
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it's the fact that brett howden said he had to leave because she was crying so hard, it's the fact they had golf clubs and threatened to put them in her, it's the fact that her testimony was called false because she lied about how much she weighed, it's the fact they made a group chat to get their story straight, it's the fact that she was sobbing so loud her mom heard her over the sound of a shower, it's the fact that men are blaming this whole case on her not wanting to be caught cheating, it's the fact that multiple men left because they felt it was weird but never did anything to stop it, it's the fact that they made her record a video saying it was consensual AFTER the fact, it's the fact that the jury was thrown twice because of the defendant's lawyers, it's the fact that all five of them were given a "not-guilty"
from the demographic i have acquired from my twitter, i have seen the trend:
fred weasley favs are to steve harrington favs;
the same goes for george weasley favs are to eddie munson favs.
with tumblr being a different environment as compared to twitter (a larger demographic, at that from my moots), i would like to know whether the same is applied here.
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Summary: Somehow, in the beginning of your senior year, your family got stationed in middle-of-no-where, Hawkins, Indiana. It's definitely not the type of scene you're used to, but maybe you can be just the rainbow that this backwards town needs.
a/n: rewriting the entirety of ST4 & taking some creative liberties with dnd to fill the void, and yes I'm team fuck the duffer brothers
cw: second hand embarrassment & grammar mistakes (like always), flirting, light smut, adult themes, regular stranger things warnings
"Alright Nancy Drew, what is everyone in this school raving about this time?" You say as the door to the newspaper room slams behind you and you wince just a little.
"Oh it's this dumb tradition we have where, on the last day of school before spring break, all of the seniors come during the middle of the night and have a tailgate in the teacher's parking lot. It's like our lame version of a senior prank. I'm not even sure if-"
"Oh my god, Nance, we have to go. Come on, think about it, it would be a great segment for the school paperrrrr." Drawing out the last word you sling an arm around Nancy Wheeler's shoulders and bring her in closer before she rolls her eyes and reluctantly smiles at you.
"I don't know Y/N, we're already doing a segment on the basketball championship tonight, this might be too much."
"Is it too much or the sprinkle on top of an ice cream sundae? Think about it, if we win tonight, imagine everyone raging. People might" you pause and dramatically gasp "clique cross!"
"I mean, I guess you're right. It would be interesting to see how this brings all different types of seniors together... so just for the paper. Y'know, educational purposes."
"Righttt, educational. Well great! I'll see you after the game my friend, because now, I must go teach young and impressionable children to worship the ground I walk on."
Other people working on the paper laugh at your words while Nancy just sighs "Y/N, please tell me you're actually tutoring those kids like you signed up for?"
But before you can begin to make a retort, her younger brother bursts through the door yelling "Nancy!" Which thoroughly startles everyone, allowing you to walk up the landing out the door while he continues "Oh, uh, do you want to join Hellfire tonight?
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You moved to Hawkins during the beginning of the school year. Not only was it rough having to finish out your senior year in a brand new school 600 miles away from home, but to do so in the middle of suburban no where just seemed like salt on the wound.
However, on your first day you were escorted around the school by none other than Nancy Wheeler, the 'Most Desired Girl of Hawkins High' and she soon became your closest friend in the small town. It could be because she enjoyed the refresh of talking with someone who knew so little about her past, or it could be because you craved some sense of stability and her caring demeanor provided just that, but either way you two grew closer every day.
Your appreciative train of thought, however, was soon interrupted when you found yourself nearly tumbling onto the ground, breaking your fall against the lockers.
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"Oh shoot, ah, that's my bad, I'm so sorry I'm running late for... yeah, and I wasn't looking." Comes a voice behind you that helps you stand up and steadies you with his hands on your shoulder.
You pat your clothes down and turn to see your assailant/helper and laugh out, "It's okay, I think I'll survive," when your eyes are met with copper ones and you smile.
Eddie's heart skips a beat while he just stares back at you, awestruck. Laughing, more to yourself now than anything, you bend over to pick up the singular notebook and pencil dropped on the ground. He finally snaps out of it when you hold the supplies out.
"Eddie!" He practically shouts at you and you give him another amused look which forces him to continue with red cheeks. "Eddie Munson, that's my name. Hi. You're the new girl, right? Yeah, I've seen you around."
"Y/N, and yeah, I think I might've seen you around too." Your eyes rake their way up and down his body before you smirk and continue. "Don't you have a 'yeah' that you're running late for?"
Eddie's eyes light up as he glances at one of the clocks in the hallway. "Shit. Ohhohoho, any other time I would love to stay and chat but I am on a dangerous mission. Lives are at stake."
"Ah, well then, Sir Munson, I'm sure I'll see you around some time." The two of you meet eyes again as he throws you a wink and shouts "You know it" over his shoulder while running back through the hallway.
Your amusement soon becomes doubled when, a few minutes later, you reach the door to Ms. O’Donnell's classroom and, through the window, see a familiar head of fringed hair at one of the desks.
'Oh fate, how you amuse me' You whisper to the skies before grabbing the handle and smiling cheerily at the elderly woman sitting behind the teacher's desk. "Hi Ms. O’Donnell!"
"Miss Y/N! Right on time without a minute to spare, come in come in. Thank you again for agreeing to take over my tutoring today so I could take my granddaughter to her appointment."
“Of course,” looking around the room to see if there’s anyone else and avoiding eye contact with the boy right in front of you whose head just snapped up, you continue “so, is it just Eddie tonight?”
“Yes, and I’m glad to see you two already know each other. Y/N can practically teach my class herself, she was in calculus at her last school but we don’t have anything higher than that here and-“
“Uh, Ms. O’Donnell'…” You chime in and point to the clock above the center of the classroom.
“Oh! Right right! Okay, so the worksheets for today are on my desk, you can add more if you need, be creative. If he gets anything above a 70 then he’ll stay right on track for passing the class this semester. Oh, and don’t forget the close the door when you guys leave!” The teacher says as she rushes out the door and sends another smile towards you.
When you’re finally alone you smirk to yourself and grab the papers off of his desk and walk over to Eddie who is smugly slouching against the side of his chair.
“Well well well, isn’t this a coinkidink Lady Y/N.” he says while tapping his knuckles against the desk top.
“I suppose it is, but uh- what happened to your dangerous mission with lives at stake?”
“Oh, that’s all still true. This is a dangerous mission, for whoever is tasked with helping me pass math this year, that is. And, my life is at stake. Fail senior year once? Okay, the town needs a bad boy outcast. Fail it twice? Alright, that kid’s got some problems at home or something. But when you’re about to fail for your third time? See now that’s just sad.”
Laughing at his joke you just nod and bring a chair to the opposite side of his desk. “Yes, it just makes me want to shed a tear. Yet, something tells me it’s not because you’re ignorant. Now, let me guess, you’re an actual genius, or at least have an above average IQ, who is too eccentric for our current school system leaving you under-stimulated and in a never ending spiral of boredom and stagnation?”
“Wait, how did you-“
“Mom was a psychologist.” you interrupt with a shrug.
“Oh, well I bet that made for a fun home life” Eddie says, sitting up in his seat and leaning his elbows against the table.
“Ha! Yeah, something like that. But maybe now we should get started on the worksheets Ms. O’Donnell left for you.”
“I mean, we could.” Eddie says, daring to move his forehead closer to you “Or we could continue playing this little game where you ask questions and guess things about me and I do the same back to you, the papers will always be there for later.”
“Tempting offer, but how about I make you a deal. For every problem you do correctly, I’ll answer whatever question you want to ask me, but only one.”
“Oh, deal.”
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About thirty minutes passed of you guiding Eddie to fix the careless mistakes in the otherwise perfect work and him, in return, asking you six questions now.
“Okay, so you moved here from Virginia because your dad has some fancy new job, you don’t like potato salad, you’re not apart of any cliques, and you love to look at any bright color but your ultimate favorite one is brown. But what is it that the infamous Y/N Y/L/N likes to do in her free time?”
“Oohhhh I feel like that’s a loaded question. But, for right now I guess I like to listen to music and partake in some… recreational activities.”
"Music and 'recreational activities', that's intriguing. What-"
"Ah, ah, ah, that sounds like another question to me and you have a whole other half of that worksheet to get through."
"Okay, okay. Deal's a deal." A few seconds of silence pass where Eddie is just looking at the back of his paper before he sighs and speaks up "Alright, I think now would be a good break time. It just feels like all of the letters are jumping up and hitting me in the face right now."
"Come on, you're halfway there, you can do this. I think you just need a change of scenery. Here!" Standing up from the chair you dragged over, you take a minute to rearrange a few of the desks in the room into a straight line with no gaps in between.
"Alright, try this, lay down on your stomach on top of all of these desks. You want your head and neck to hang off of the last one"
"I mean, if you insist, I-"
"Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. Laying with your head upside down like that brings the blood back to your brain, plus it gets you moving around so there's your little break."
He grumbles a little at first but eventually Eddie does as you suggest and he's calling you a sorcerer for curing him like that. After he gets problem number seven correct he joins you as you lay with your back on the floor and legs pressed flat against the wall.
"You know, you're pretty cool. Most of my tutors, prison guards, whatever you want to call them, expect me to just immediately absorb whatever they tell me, like I'm supposed to commit it to muscle memory. But here we are, with our feet in the air and backs against the dusty school floor."
"Bitchin' right?" you laugh and Eddie continues to ask you questions after he completes each problem correctly until you check over his paper one last time.
"Yup, you got it. Even remembered to switch the sign from less to greater than. Nice" You reach your hand out for a high five but Eddie doesn't move his hand away so fast.
“Last problem on the work sheet so the last question I’ll burden you with; are you free Tuesday night? Because, you know, I heard there's this super cool band playing at The Hideout called Corroded Coffins. You know, if you're into that type of thing, although I did hear that The Hideout has a strict 'potato salad only' policy.”
"Hmmm, you know, I think I can be persuaded to go anyways." You say with a smile on your face while you move to sit cross legged.
Sensing the coyness in your words Eddie copies your motions and looks at you very intrigued. "Yeah, and how is that?"
"Careful, I didn't see you finish any problems to earn that question. Besides, I think it's my turn to ask a few now."
"Oh really, then please, ask away."
"Can I kiss you, Munson?"
Subconsciously Eddie slides his tongue against his lips and stares at you with his eyebrows raised before he snaps back into the moment and looks around the room "M-me?"
"Yes, you. Eddie Munson, would you grant me the highest honor and allow my lips to grace yo-"
Interrupting you in the middle of your monologue, Eddie gently grabs your face with both of his hands and smashes his lips down onto yours, literally taking your breath away.
It takes a second for the shock to wear off but once it does you wrap your hand in Eddie's hair and deepen the kiss even more.
At the same time you start to move Eddie places his hands on your sides and pulls you closer while you begin to straddle his lap.
There, in that moment you felt something you didn't even know you were missing your whole life. The kiss lit a spark that radiated inside of your soul, devouring internal demons and insecurities. Little did you know that the man below you felt the same way. He finally felt seen, not like someone was using him as a plug or expecting him to act a certain way. He felt like, for the first time in a long time, someone wanted him. And man, did he want you back.
That’s why a smile radiated across his face when you pulled away and began to pant out. “I’m- I’m not trying to ask for a quick fuck- or insinuate that's something either of us are thinking about but, would you maybe want to get out of here.”
“Yes! Uh, um, I mean yeah, I think I would. You know I have a van, we can drive around for a bit, it’s not ‘sweet ole’ virginya’” he exaggerates with a country accent “But there are a few spots I think you might like.”
Laughing you placed your lips back on his for a gentle kiss before speaking again. “Maybe we can listen to some Corroded Coffin on the way, because usually I like to know what type of music a band makes when I say I made out with their hottest member.”
“Wait. You knew? This whole time you knew?” He asks out of disbelief and amusement.
“You know” you gently kiss Eddie’s neck while you poke at the guitar pick necklace he wears and whisper in his ear “you don’t hide it very well.”
Eddie is too busy closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to say anything so you slowly continue “Plus, I would recognize a guitarist’s fingers anywhere.” You take his hands and place them flat against yours to prove the point and smile as he interlaces your fingers.
“You better stop talking or I will fall in love with you Y/L/N."
"Come on" you stand up and hold out a hand for Eddie to grab "How about you take me out on a date first?"
With a shit eating grin Eddie grabs your hand and shoots up, pulling you into him for another kiss. "Don't need to ask me twice." He murmurs against your lips between kisses before his mouth begins to travel down your neck.
Laughing, you wrap your arms around his torso and pull him in for a hug "Eddie!" you squeal.
"Sorry Princess, come on, let's go."
"Okay, but we need to come back here after the basketball game, I told my friend Nancy that I would meet her at the senior tailgate so you better not make me a liar Munson"
"Basketba- Oh. Oh shit. Oh fuck, Oh shit. My, fuck. Sorry, shit." Eddie says as he scrambles around the room, gathering up all of his things and shoving them into the thin backpack he brought with him to tutoring. "Fuck, I forgot I have the club tonight! And I gave the boys shit for wanting to reschedule and-"
The scene in front of you was nothing short of amusing. Even after he gathered all of his things, Eddie continued to walk in big circles around the room while shouting out random obscenities every second. He doesn't stop until you place two arms on his shoulders then gently tug his face to look at you. "Go. It's okay, I promise I understand, just go and maybe I'll see you at the tailgate." You say with a wink and Eddie just brings you in for another kiss. Before sharply pulling away and running towards the door.
"You're the best Y/N, I swear if it was anything else! FUCK!" You hear more scattered cursing going down the halls and you laugh to yourself before you begin to put Ms. O’Donnell's room back together. A few seconds later you hear more running, this time coming closer to you with scattered breath.
Eddie pops his head back in the room and lights up when he sees you're still there. Still running towards you, Eddie bends down and picks you up by the legs, spinning you around while he kisses you, causing you to laugh even more. When he puts you down there's a smile on both of your faces and he turns you around once when you feel something cool drape around your neck.
"Wait, Eddie, what's this?" You ask with genuine curiosity, allowing him to turn you around once more while you glance down at the metal guitar pick resting in the middle of your chest. "Munson, sweetheart, I can't take this from you. And aren't you-"
Interrupting you yet again, the man in front of you places a finger on your lips before wrapping his arms around your waist and just looks at you for a second.
He sighs softly and a small smile creeps in the corner of his lip "Take it. Seriously" he says against your protests "it's okay, you can always give it back to me on Tuesday."
"Uh, okay. Thank you." You say with a coy smile on your face before you two burst out of your moment.
"But you should-"
"Yeah I should-"
"Go!" you both shout out at the same time and Eddie kisses you softly one last time before booking it back down the hallway
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