#eddiesworld!

ROBIN BUCKLEY !‏‏‎ ‎

❝ no surprises ❞ ☽ 2.3k+ words

robin steals your panties and, even though you shouldn’t, you reward her with your fingers

STEVE HARRINGTON !

❝ touch tank ❞ ☽ 1.0k+ words

if there’s one thing about steve you want everyone to know, it’s that he’s a gentle lover

❝ santa baby ❞ ☽ 5.0k+ words

stuck in a loveless marriage, a holiday that brought nothing but cold for you is transformed by santa claus, of all people

EDDIE MUNSON !

❝ an order ❞ ☽ 1.1k+ words 

eddie loves the sound of your moans and horror movies. the two together is euphoric 

❝ girl with the tattoo ❞ ☽ 3.6k+ words

when eddie pays for a tattoo for you, he doesn’t expect you to get the hottest one possible

❝ soleless ❞ ☽ 1.4k+ words

eddie gets you to help him break in his new dr martens

DMITRI ANTONOV !

❝ eyes on fire ❞ ☽ 1.9k+ words 

Tonight, you’re wearing his favorite set. 

It’s been a long day for you. He can tell with the way you look. His eyesight has been declining recently, or maybe he’s just tired, but he cannot see your face as well as he usually can. Still, he notices the frown. 

It doesn’t look right on your usually happy face. On the face that’s usually beaming as you are waving kindly to him from your mailbox while he is climbing in his van. Or the face that morphs into one of empathy anytime he answers your formal question with actual details of his day. 

Still, he thinks you look pretty. 

Walking around your bedroom, previously peeling layers of clothing off your body while your mouth moved in time with lyrics Eddie could not hear. He has his window cracked just a little, but yours was sealed shut tonight. 

Eddie assumes that with the way the night has been going, you’re just going to take a shower and head to sleep. He thinks that maybe, if he is lucky, he will get to see you lotion your body before you put on a new underwear set on and climb into bed. 

He is happy with whatever he could get. 

Which is why he is all the more fulfilled whenever you dig into your top drawer and pull out a blue toy. 

Eddie adjusts position, leaning forward a little more as he prepares. 

He watches you switch the side of your record, a Marvin Gaye one if his guess is correct, sit yourself on your bed, peel your panties off, spread your legs, and then place the toy between plushy thighs. 

You do not tease yourself tonight, instead going right to the main event. The toy presses to your clit, and with the way you are spread open it’s like you have displayed yourself perfectly for Eddie and Eddie only. 

He has the urge to dig into his gray sweatpants and pull his dick out, but he fears pleasuring himself will distract from the show. He decides to focus solely on watching you, storing as much as he can for memories later. 

He takes note of the way your head lolls back when you slide the viberator down just a little. His eyes hungrily drink in the skin of your neck and chest and the way it leads to your still covered tits. He watches the way your stomach tenses as the beginning shocks of an orgasm starts to make its way through your body. 

Like always, Eddie is mesmerized when you cum. You are the prettiest when you cum, he thinks. The face you make is near angelic, he cannot help but compare it to a heavenly body even if it is fucking sinful or whatever. 

He truly thinks whatever is up there crafted your orgasmic face just for him. You’re his, even if you don’t know it yet. 

Because although Eddie was the cause of your shit night, the blood under his fingernails a clue as to why your date seemingly stood you up tonight, he is willing to make it up to you. 

“answer me,” his harsh tone pulls an answer out of you.

“yeah, yes, eddie. i love it.”

another slap.

“not eddie…” he raises his eyebrows expectingly, waiting for you to give him what he was looking for.

“sir.”

“good girl,” he coos, “think you deserve something, don’t you think so too?” you’re nodding eagerly, shifting in your kneel as you’re reminded of how empty your cunt feels.

“how bout this; i’ll let you finger fuck yourself while you suck my cock. hmm, that’s what you want?”

you would prefer eddie to fuck you, take you as many times as you could handle in ways that would hurt tomorrow, leave behind pretty little bruises for you to marvel over. that would come sooner or later, but you were just impatient.

however, you knew better than to complain so you flashed a sweet smile and nodded, opening your mouth and pushing your panties to the side to prepare.

“yes, please, sir.”

Eddie calls you out on this. “‘Please’?” He mocks, that same condescending smile on his pink lips. “‘Please’ what? Do you even know what you’re begging for? You don’t, do you?”

You’re quick to shake your head, knowing that there is no point in lying to Eddie.

The movement of his foot stops and you have to hold yourself back from whining by pressing your lips together, making sure any sound that dares to come out of you is forced to be muffled.

“Tell you what,” Eddie begins, pausing when he drags his thumb over your lips, encouraging you to let them go. He presses his lips to yours, giving you a sloppy, wet kiss. You welcome it, the same way you welcome his thumb in your mouth, pressing your tongue down and then slipping the digit out only to replace it with a glob of his spit. You don’t have to be told to close your mouth, nor do you have to be told to swallow.

Eddie continues as if the moment never happened. “If you want it so bad, you can take it.” You sit silent and confused, looking down at your cunt to watch Eddie remove the sole of his shoe from your panties and instead place it on the floor.

“What do y–” You’re close to asking, looking back up at Eddie. But then he jerks his head down once, in the direction of his boot, and it suddenly clicks in your head.

You hesitate, taking a deep breath before shuffling forward until you’re hovering over the shoe.

Just when you’re about to begin, Eddie interrupts. “Uh uh,” He says, fingers pinching the fabric of your dress, before curling up towards the ceiling. “Off.” Is all he says.

As if his words control them, your hands find the flipped up hem of your dress and you pull it over your head in one quick, fluid, motion. He gives you an appreciative smile when he looks down to be greeted with nothing other than your bare, perfect tits.

You sink down onto Eddie’s boot, instantly sighing at the new angle. You shuffle for a second, trying to find the best spot for your focus to be on. Then, you find it, your hips beginning to circle and tug back and forth, delivering the utmost pleasure onto yourself.

“There you go,” Eddie encourages from above you, the flicker of his lighter dull behind his words. You glance up, jaw dropped and eyes dazed as you watch him light up another cigarette. You don’t notice that with your diverted attention, your hips have begun to stall, but Eddie does.

“Keep going, sweetheart.” He says, dragging out the words as if you wouldn’t be able to understand them otherwise. Which, most likely would have been true with your little fucked out brain barely doing any thinking inside your head.

Your hands find the black denim of Eddie’s jeans, arms wrapping around them and your head resting on his lower thigh. You refocus, finding that spot again and letting your subconscious work your hips. Low, soft moans come from your open lips, drool beginning to make a spot on Eddie’s jeans.

“Aw, would you look at that,” Eddie says from above you through a chuckle. “Already making such a mess.” One of his hands comes down to stroke your head and you lean into it, leaning your head back to look up at him again.

“How you feeling?” He asks, hand cradling your cheek. You’re unable to respond, and Eddie brings his hand back, tapping his forefingers against your cheek to alert you.

And it works, an immediate “so good” falling from your lips.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, taking a drag from his cigarette before leaning his top half down slightly to place the stick between your opened mouth. You struggle to wrap your lips around it, but with Eddie’s slight encouragement, you’re able to. You take a singular puff, not being able to do more as your hips glide across the leather of Eddie’s boots just right and a moan rips from your throat instead.

“You like these boots, pretty girl?” You nod, head down as you look at the way your cunt is moving against the shoe.

“Like ‘em a lot, Eddie.” You assure. “D’you like them?” You ask, sincere even though your head is thrown back, your eyes are closed and your hips are speeding up.

“I like ‘em, baby. And I like how pretty you look on them.” His compliment draws a moan out of you, coming from the lower part of your stomach which is beginning to tighten.

“You close?” Eddie asks before taking another drag. You nod.

Selfishly, the leather of Eddie’s boot slips out from under you, bringing you to desperately thud against the floor. Your eyes open in shock, pleading orbs instantly finding his teasing, sadistic ones.

“Wait, no, Eddie, please.” He smiles, showing all of his teeth behind the white of the cigarette.

You’re sitting on your ass, legs pulled up beside you at the knee, still spread as you gear yourself up for loads of begging.

But it’s not necessary because Eddie is already bringing his foot back in its original position, sole pressed against your cunt.

You moan, high pitched and throaty as your body brings you to lay down, legs spread as wide as they can go to accommodate Eddie’s boot.

“There you go,” Eddie coos, his foot moving at the same pace that your hips were. “You can let go, darling.” You nod, core tightening and jaw falling and eyebrows pushed together so hard that they hurt and your back arches and you’re spasming.

Eddie is cruel with you at your peak, not letting up on his movements one bit until your pussy hurts. You’re nearly crying, hands finding the shaft of his boot and trying to force it away from you. But Eddie’s stronger than you, and your muscles are so weak from one orgasm, that your push is barely there.

“I think you can do one more, sweetheart.” He says, and even though you shake your head, Eddie proves to be right in the end. Because all it takes is a few more pitiful, quick, harsh circles of his foot against your abused cunt and your back is arching off of the floor, muscles along your spine hurting from the position, scalp burning as it rubs against the floor.

Finally, he lets go, leaving you to ride through the aftershocks alone on the floor, legs shaking and body twitching every so often with large breaths leaving your lungs periodically.

When you’re recovered enough to sit up on your ass, Eddie leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead. His hands reach under your still vibrating thighs and he lifts you up with a small grunt, setting you down in his bed still in your wet panties.

He kisses your lips, and the side of your neck, and between your collarbones, and finally, each of your nipples. And then lifts his head to peek up at you with a sweet smile.

“Thanks for the gift, baby.” You don’t know if he means the shoes, or the show, but you lazily smile anyway.

You’re standing with a hip cocked, arms crossed over your chest as you glare at him, something that most definitely is not a smile on your lips. With the room being mostly dark, it takes him a second to see your shirt completely, and he has to squint and dramatically rub at his eyes before he can truly see it.

“Oh, I see.” He says, sitting back into what he called his throne.

“I hate you so much.” You say, uncrossing your arms as you take a few steps closer to Eddie. With your arms by your side, he can completely see the green and yellow jersey with the number 8 on it. “You couldn’t fucking reschedule?”

That’s what you were here about. Maybe, this time you truly did hate Eddie.

“Baby, listen,” He starts, intertwining his fingers and resting his elbows on the wooden arm rests.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me.” You take another step closer, successfully infiltrating Eddie’s personal bubble. In here, it’s ten times warmer and you have to clench your fists to avoid reaching out to him. That’s not why you were here. You were here to chew him out for missing your brother’s, his club member’s, championship basketball game.

“Eddie, it’s the championship.”

He says your name, using your tone against you. “It’s the end of my campaign.”

You roll your eyes so hard it hurts.

“Bet that eye roll hurt.” Eddie comments. You hate how right he was.

“Don’t change the subject.” He holds his hands up in faux surrender, and then resumes his previous position. His head is tilted up, ginormous brown eyes staring at you attentively. In this light, you finally notice that his hair is pulled back into a low bun, loose strands framing his face, his signature bangs sitting nicer than usual at the front.

You swallow, losing your train of thought. Before you can recover, Eddie calls you out on it.

“Are you gonna tear me a new one or are you gonna sit and stare?” He cocks an eyebrow and you scoff, tearing your eyes away to look at the darkened classroom instead, attempting to silence any and all horny thoughts that suddenly flood your mind.

Finally, you’re able to rebuild that fire of anger. “You know how important this game is to him.”

“And you know how important this game,” he gestures to the set up in front of him, “is to me.”

“But Eddie,”

He echoes you, saying your name in the same way that you said his, yet with an added amount of flair and whine to it.

You ignore it.

“A fucking campaign you can reschedule. A championship basketball game you cannot.”

“Sure you can.” He shrugs. “Sports games get rescheduled all the time.” And he’s sort of right, but you won’t let him think that.

“Yeah for incremental weather. And that’s usually track or football. The ones that take place outside.”

“My point still stands.”

You groan, clutching the sides of your head and turning your back to Eddie to calm down. He was being purposefully difficult, for Lucas and for you. Taking deep breaths, you check your watch. There was still plenty of time for Eddie to call Hellfire off for the night, and you all could go over to Lucas’ game and support him instead.

You go to turn around and tell Eddie just that, but then you jump out of your skin when hands clutch your waist.

“Fuck!” You curse, attempting to spin around. But Eddie traps you before you could do just that, his chest pushing up against your back and his head resting on your shoulder.

“Look, sweetheart,” He emphasizes the pet name, making the term sound condescending from his tongue. “You and I both know that I will not reschedule. You knew that before you came in here trying to convince me to. So how about we do what you really came here for.”

And your anger doubles, boiling deep within you. Because how could he be so right every single time.

A lie easily forms. “That’s not––” But Eddie is already interrupting.

“Let’s not lie, sweetheart. It won’t work.” One of his hands rests against your belly, against the jersey that your brother wore for away games. You know that physically, his hand isn’t hot, but it still feels searing, burning through the fabric and into your skin.

His other hand creeps around and grabs your chin, turning your head to face him. His head is off of your shoulder now and he stands to your full height, tall enough to make you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

Eddie’s staring down at you, a smirk on his lips and a glint in his eye. As soon as you look into those fucking massive brown orbs, your heart skips a beat (literally, you should maybe get that checked out) and almost as if it hadn’t missed a beat at all, it thuds harshly behind your chest.

“I hate you.” You grit out, almost snarling as you over pronounce the syllables, making sure that the message gets across.

“Uh-huh.” Eddie mumbles halfheartedly, smirk stretching into a smile as he dips his head and captures your lips with his.

Kissing Eddie is probably why you can’t hate him as much as you claim to. He seems to know exactly what to do, exactly how to kiss you to get your head spinning on your shoulders. Lips surprisingly soft against yours, moving in an almost perfect union despite the slightly awkward angle.

You know that by kissing him, you were surrendering. Once again showing just how much you “hated” Eddie.

Your body relaxes into his, sinking against his chest. Your hand comes to rest on his above your shirt, and your other slinks around to sink into the fabric of his black jeans.

Eddie doesn’t kiss you for long, and you sigh, disappointed, when he peels his lips away from yours.

“We doing this, or what?” He asks between little pecks to your neck.

“Yeah. But I’m still pissed.”

“Sure you are, sweetheart.” And then he’s spinning you by your hips, both of your hands coming to rest at his shoulders. He’s grinning down at you, and you keep your mouth situated firmly in a straight line.

No matter how easy it was for you to fall for Eddie Munson’s charm, you were still upset about his selfishness.