note: this is another fic from my old blog, @/littledemondani, that i rewrote to my current writing style. ♡
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“fuuck,” eddie groaned, glancing down at his glistening cock as he pulled almost all the way out of you. “you’re so fucking wet, baby. you like this, huh? getting fucked like some dirty little whore?”
you couldn’t speak. pleasure had completely short-circuited your brain, leaving you in a thick, lust-drunk haze. all you could manage was a desperate nod.
it wasn’t enough for eddie.
his hand came down hard on your ass with a sharp crack, the sting blooming hot across your skin. you yelped, and he immediately demanded, “use your words.”
“yes!” you cried out, voice breaking. “yes… i love it.”
and you did. you loved how he used you like you were nothing but a warm, willing hole for him to fuck whenever he wanted.
eddie already knew that, though. he knew that if he called you in the middle of the night, voice low and rough with “can’t stop thinking about that perfect pussy, babe. need you so bad,” you’d let him sneak in and take exactly what he wanted.
he spanked you again, harder, alternating between both cheeks until the skin burned. each smack made you jolt forward, but he quickly grabbed your shoulder and yanked you back onto his cock, forcing you to take him even deeper.
“i know you do,” he cooed, his palm gently rubbing over the fresh welts he’d left. with his other hand, he tilted your hips forward so he could watch where you were stretched around him. your cunt fluttered and clenched, a thick string of your arousal stretching from your pussy to the underside of his cock. he dragged two fingers through it, groaning low. “fuck, you should see how pretty your pussy looks right now, babe. you’re dripping all over me.”
without warning, he slammed back into you, setting a brutal pace. his hand stayed locked on your shoulder, keeping you right where he wanted you as he railed you from behind.
the fullness was overwhelming. every drag of his thick cock against your walls, every precise stroke against that sweet spot, every filthy word that fell from his mouth pushed you closer to the edge.
“taking my dick so well, baby… you want more? wanna feel me for days?” he grinned, voice dark with satisfaction. “aww, look at you. all drooly. am i fucking you dumb, baby? my dumb little slut?”
you were a complete mess beneath him. spit had pooled at the corner of your mouth and was now dripping in slow, shiny strands onto the sheets. your eyes had gone glassy and unfocused, lashes fluttering as they tried and failed to stay open. every brutal snap of his hips punched another broken, breathy sound out of you, your mind so blissed-out that coherent thoughts had long since dissolved. you could barely remember your own name — all that existed was the thick drag of eddie’s cock stretching you open, the relentless press against that perfect spot inside you, and the overwhelming heat coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. your thighs trembled violently, and your fingers twisted uselessly in the sheets as another thick bead of drool slipped from your parted lips.
your elbows eventually gave out, chest collapsing fully onto the mattress, cheek pressed into the damp spot your own spit had created. eddie grabbed your hips and lifted them higher, the new angle letting him sink even deeper. “fuck yes,” he growled, punctuating each word with a punishing thrust. “so good, babe. pussy's so. fucking. good.”
he reached around and found your clit, rubbing fast, tight circles over the swollen bud. your moans grew louder, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking into your soaked cunt and the heavy slap of his balls against your ass.
as much as he loved hearing you scream for him, he knew you couldn’t afford to be loud tonight.
“shhh,” eddie leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back. his thumb brushed tenderly across the corner of your mouth, wiping away the drool there. the gentle touch was a sharp contrast to the ruthless way he was still fucking you. “you don’t wanna wake up your roommate, do you?”
you shook your head quickly, glancing back at him over your shoulder. his bangs were stuck to his sweaty forehead, tattoos gleaming under the low light of your lamp. he looked beautiful — unfairly beautiful — and the sight made you clench hard around him.
“then keep it quiet for me,” he murmured, almost sweetly. “can you do that, baby?”
he didn’t wait for an answer. he simply picked up that same merciless rhythm again, smirking as he watched you struggle.
you tried. you really did. but the pressure was building too fast, every nerve in your body lit up and oversensitive. a moan clawed its way up your throat. you slapped a hand over your mouth and bit down hard on the back of it, muffling the sound.
it worked for a minute.
then eddie’s fingers returned to your clit, faster and more insistent.
“e-eddie…” you mewled, the sound still slipping through your fingers.
“aww, what’s the matter, baby?” he mocked, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “hm? tell daddy.”
he gave a particularly sharp, deep thrust that punched the air out of you. your hand slipped from your mouth as a loud, broken moan tore free and echoed through the room.
eddie tsked.
“since you can’t seem to keep that pretty mouth shut…” he reached over, grabbed his discarded jeans, and pulled the black bandana from the back pocket. “i’ll just have to do it for you.”
he shoved the bunched-up fabric between your lips, gagging you.
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Summary: Alone in a basement at Reefer Rick’s party, you finally catch Eddie’s attention.
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: 18 + obviously this is an fboy!eddie fic so prepare for him to be smug, mocking and hot. Fingering (f receiving), dry humping, finger sucking, weed smoking, mentions of partying and a slightly angsty ending.
Authors Note: this is for @newlips #milestoneoflove celebration. I wanted to try something new in between working on bigger fics, I also just wanted to write something for you, cece. Thank you for always bringing us writers together on here 💗. Shout out to both cece and @carolmunson the queens of fboy!eddie. If you haven’t read The Sheep or Baby, As If I highly recommend.
Scanning the party over the top of your drink, your eyes search for the only reason you came to Rick’s in the first place. The rumor mill had let it be known that Eddie Munson and his main girl Cece had finally broken up, and you’d only dreamed of having that top spot.
Tugging down the short hem of your dress that you wore just for him, you were starting to get impatient. You had watched his messy head of curls disappear into the basement that was off limits for anyone that didn’t work for the man whose house you were in. No one had followed him in, and you didn’t notice anyone go before him. Sitting pressed against the wall you weigh the consequences of the choice you were about to make.
Pushing yourself off the wall you make a beeline for the door, weaving through the crowd you’re side tracked by a yank on your arm, falling slightly into the sea of dancing people you shove your empty cup into the chest of a handsy man who was trying to get you to dance. Ignoring the way he slurred ‘bitch’ after you yanked yourself free, all you focused on was keeping your breathing steady as you dared to be bold enough to get what you wanted for so long.
A manicured hand on the door handle, you got dark red just for tonight. The girls around town had always gossiped that color was his favorite. It doesn’t make any noise when you open it, the music upstairs immediately clashing with what he was playing downstairs. Closing the door the lighting is dim at the bottom of the stairs. A thick cloud of smoke creates a haze around the yellow glow and it tightens in your lungs with every breath you take all the way down.
The long wooden table with a lush bag of weed and a couple scales is what you see first, dark green crumbs dusting what was clearly a makeshift weigh station in the middle of it. Neon beer signs add a pink coloring to your forbidden surroundings as your eyes land on the worn couch in the center of the room.
The man you’d been looking for sitting right in the middle.
His long legs are spread wide with ease, and you catch a glimpse of the pale skin hidden underneath through the rips in his black tight fitting jeans. His simple white shirt wraps around his torso and arms the way you see on the models covering the packages at the store. The crisp cleanliness of it makes the ink that covers every inch of his toned arms stand out even more.
His face is hidden by a large hit blowing from between his plump lips adding to the fog that coats the room. You can still feel the heat of his stare and it makes your thighs press tighter.
“Lost?” His voice comes out deep with a teasing edge to it — a harsher rasp from smoking. Leaning forward - his elbows press to his knees, his handsome features reveal themselves to you when he pushes through the cloud of smoke. Straight white teeth shine on display in the kind of smile that ruins the thin fabric of your underwear. “Or just looking for trouble?”
It takes you a minute to find your words when the chestnut of his eyes darken as they take in the way the material of your dress hangs just right off every curve of your body. Thick ringed fingers come up to rest on the plush pink of his lips when they spy the dark red adoring your long nails, his smile widening even more almost like he knew you picked that color just for him.
“Trouble’s my middle name actually.” Biting into the sticky gloss of your bottom lip, mischief flashes behind his hungry gaze when he slowly extends the half smoked blunt in your direction. Daring you to take the bait.
He eats you alive with his eyes as your hips sway and your heels thud muted against the carpet carrying you towards him like a lion’s prey walking right into his den. The sound of Chevelle’s Send The Pain Below drowns out the noise of the party upstairs only intensifying the growing slick between your legs. Nerves vibrating from your fingertips the second hand smoke was already starting the job the blunt was going to finish.
You end up between his legs when you come to a stop and he doesn’t make any effort to leave your personal space. His hot breath fans on the exposed skin of your thighs when your delicate fingers brush against his when they take the blunt from his hand.
Your cheeks hollow when you take a drag, despite trying to keep a confident demeanor you can’t meet his eyes from this close. Black and hungry he doesn’t try to hide how his eyes roam all over you. The scent of his cologne is stronger than the weed burning, swirling around you it overpowers your senses.
His fingertips run a slow path up the back of your calf catching the way it makes you rub your legs together in search of friction. His lips ghosting against your skin as he starts toying with the hem of your dress.
“Didn’t anyone tell you not to talk to strangers?” He looks up at you from under his lashes and you try to ignore the sting to your ego that he doesn’t remember you.
“We went to High School together, Eddie.”
The squeal you let out when his teeth nip at the spot his lips had just been hovering covers the disappointment in your voice.
He just hums to himself giving you no indication if you jogged his memory or not. Squeezing rough with big hands at the doughy meat of your thighs he was focused on getting what he wanted, not the words coming out of your mouth.
Leaning back on the cushions of the couch, he watches you with narrowed eyes. Giving you another once over, he licks his lips watching the way yours wrap around the tobacco.
“Those cute feet of yours are probably sore from standing in those pretty lookin’ heels all night sweetheart.” Patting his lap, the smile on his lips twists like the devil before adding “Why don’t you take a seat?”
You exhale your last drag as he spreads himself out in anticipation for the choice he knows you’re going to make. With the blunt tucked between your fingers, you lean forward, hands gripping his shoulders letting him get a look at the lace that pushes your tits up earning you a squeeze on your sides in approval.
Straddling him with your knees against his hips, the heels of your shoes hang over the edge of the couch. Your dress sits rucked up at your waist — the new position giving him a view of the matching panties underneath.
“Wearing these ‘cause you wanted someone to see ‘em huh?” Plucking at the elastic edge near where you needed his fingers most, his smirk told you he could feel how they were already drenched.
“I don’t know what you’re talking abo-“
“Don’t let the blunt go out.” His tone is harsher than before and you hated how it only turned you on more. “You wanted my attention and now you got it princess, don’t be rude and waste my weed.”
You don’t argue with him bringing it back to your lips, putting your full weight down on his lap you could feel how hard he was underneath you despite his indifference. The silent victory has you smirking around your hit. The callouses that cover his fingertips catch against the smoothness of your skin as they grip and massage over the fat of your thighs.
The silver of his rings gleam against the soft light, the cool metal of the chain that wraps around his wrist leaves goosebumps in its wake with every glide against your heated flesh. Slow and teasing his hands make their way higher, clenching around nothing — he keeps his eyes trained on your face. Playing with the edge of your panties close to where you can feel a second heartbeat, he tuts when your hips give the slightest rock.
“Smoking my weed, breaking the number one rule in Rick’s house, and now you think you can be greedy while you soak my lap?” He lets out a low whistle before snatching what’s left of the blunt from your mouth. The glitter from your lip gloss stains the end when he puts it out.
Big hands on your ass, he pulls you forward when he leans back. A single grunt escapes him when your heat hits where he’s pressing against his zipper. A harsh smack followed by a kneading grip, he keeps one hand on your reddening ass while the other goes back to playing with the seam of your completely ruined underwear. He lets his two fingers dip inside, the fat tips tracing once over your slick lips.
“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Pulling the offending material to the side his gaze darkens when he sees how you glisten for him, running the pads of his fingers down your slit he’s only partially satisfied when you mewl in response. Your long nails dig deeper into his shoulders when he does it again.
“I asked you a question, trouble maker.”
He doesn’t give you any time to respond before he pushes inside. Despite the lack of warning your walls give him little to no fight as they pull him in until he hits his rings. Eyes screwing shut at the stretch, all coherent thoughts get lost when he curls them to the side. Reaching your g-spot like he knew where it was the whole time.
“Yes! — Fuck, Eddie!” The coil in your stomach tightens when he starts setting a pace that has you clawing at his shirt, eyes rolling in the back of your head when he uses the pad of his thumb against your sensitive clit.
There’s a pang of jealousy when you think of all of the practice it took him to touch your body like he’d done it a million times before, but it’s short lived when he adds a third finger stretching your walls even further a pornogrpahic moan rips through your chest.
“Yeah? It’s like that huh?” His smooth voice is condescending as he mocks the way your mouth hangs open and your brows pinch together but you're too close to seeing god from just his fingers to care. The thought of how his dick would make you feel has you gushing all over him again, walls fluttering with a new wave of arousal. God, you hoped he’d let you find out.
All you can do is nod, your hips starting to meet the drag of his knuckles chasing the high that was threatening to consume every part of you. Too lost in the intensity of being so close you don’t see him lean in until you feel his lips on where the tops of your breasts are exposed from the low cut of your dress. Tongue lapping against the curve of your cleavage he bites down hard enough to leave a bruise, sucking for good measure he was marking you. No one else at this party was gonna touch you.
There’s a flicker of pride that ignites inside you at the thought of being one of his girls, and when the hand that's been firmly gripping your ass starts pushing your hips forward it’s just enough to send you flying over the edge.
White hot heat flashing behind your eyes, his name falls from your mouth in a way that will have your voice horse in the morning. Shuddering on top of him, you don’t think anyone has ever made you cum this hard before.
“Made such a mess of me darlin’, gonna need you to clean it up.” He doesn’t give you time to recover before the fingers that have you still trembling on top of him are shoved in your mouth.
The rough pads of his fingers press down on your tongue, the taste of your release coating your tongue — sweet and tangy. Wrapping glittering lips around them he inhales a shallow breath when you eagerly start sucking them clean.
“Such a dirty fucking girl, I’ve got something else you’d be good at suckin’ just like that.” Rutting his hips up, the over stimulation has you whining around his fingers. He pulls them out with a loud pop and a trail of spit still connects you, wiping the remains on the side of his jeans he gives your ass another spank before ushering you up.
“I’m gonna go get us something to drink then you can return the favor like I know you want to sweetheart.” Flashing you a smile that somehow has you hungry for more, you nod obediently with hot cheeks and a flushed grin on your gloss smeared lips.
“I’ll be waiting, Eddie.” Your voice is shy despite what just happened moments before, and it makes his dimples poke the sides of his cheeks.
You watch him head up the stairs you’d dare to come down, waiting to hear the door click you let out a little squeal. Falling onto the couch with a pleased smile, you toy with the bottom of your dress doing your best to ignore how soaked your were.
It had been ten minutes when you looked down at the mouth shaped bruise on your chest, and another ten when you opted to just lose your underwear for your own comfort. It was when it started pushing forty that the fear he might not be coming back finally set in.
Huffing with a shake in your throat, you finally will yourself to stand. Taking one last look around you finally decide to leave with whatever dignity you might have left after waiting almost an hour.
Your heels feel heavy with each step, the bruise to your ego from before growing ten fold. Turning the handle, it feels like all eyes land on you when you cross the threshold. Whispers and murmurs and stares falling to the mark on your chest, everyone knew who did that to you.
His loud laugh catches your ears and you should have known better than to let the lovesick smile light up your face like it was meant for you. It doesn’t take you long to find him halfway out the front door with his arm slung around a pretty brunette you’ve seen before. His main girl.
Throwing you a wink and less than guilty grin he knew he’d be able to see you again. You owed him a blowjob after all.
Throwing you a wink and less than guilty grin he knew he’d be able to see you again. You owed him a blowjob after all.
song(s) for this chapter: Careful by Paramore, 365 by Charli XCX, Hardline by Julien Baker (for half a second)
chapter tags: cocky!kinda mean!fboy!eddie, swearing, drinking, drug (weed) use, implied sexual content | fic tags: Angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI
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Your voice is hoarse by the time you pull into your driveway, surely waking the neighbors as your music leaks through your cracked windows, an angry repetition of YOU CAN’T BE TOO CAREFUL ANYMORE… You do, however, remember to crank it down before leaving your car, something future you will be thankful for.
You flick the light of your bare bones apartment on, glaring at the half your things still sitting in boxes. You keep telling yourself you’ll get to those.
Much to your discouragement, you’ve mostly accepted that Hawkins has swallowed you back into its cold and unforgiving bosom, at least for a while.
You’d left for college, obviously. Escaped to New York with a dream of becoming a published poet, a voice of the new generation. And though school was insightful, challenging, and everything you wanted; it was lonely. Art students are pretentious and judgmental, especially if you come from somewhere like Indiana. So you’d kept your head down and finished school alone, only to move back home with a useless degree, in thousands of dollars of debt, and with a brother in prison.
At least now my brother’s home, you think, trying to assuage the shame spiral. Home and as oblivious as ever, inviting Eddie to the bar.
-
You rise late, sunshine leaking into your second floor bedroom, provoking a groan from deep within your tired gut. Eddie’s here, in Hawkins. It’s been years since you’ve seen him, even longer since you’ve spoken. It leaves you with a lot of nagging questions you’re not sure you want the answers to.
You roll over, wrestling with your sheets tangled around your bare legs. You barely remember coming home, having blacked out the night with a red, angry rage that seems to have subsided with the night. You’re calmer now, almost zen.
Almost, until you remember what you’ve promised tonight. Parties aren’t usually of any concern; a few old friends and maybe a couple college kids with nothing better to do, but you dread it all the same. Eddie used to frequent Steve’s house parties to deal, even after you’d stopped speaking to him. Something about being “easy money,” he’d drunkenly explained to you once. You hope it doesn’t mean he’ll pick up the habit again, but you know deep down how naive that is.
-
“What’s the party even for?” You lean over the kitchen island to steal a chip from the bag, and Steve smacks your hand out of the way.
“Who says there has to be a reason for a party?”
“Anyone who wants to keep their house clean, for one.” Robin sneaks in from behind, snatching a handful of potato chips before Steve can catch her. “And I, for one, never agreed to hosting this party.”
“Co-hosting,” Steve reminds her, “and if you must know, it’s a party for Chris.”
“Didn’t we just have one of those?” You groan, and Robin hands you a chip, as if to apologize.
“Yeah, but that was nothin’. No offense, obviously I love your mom and the bar, but, cmon, you know he wants a rager.”
You really can’t argue with that, so you divert. “And you feel responsible to throw him?”
Steve presses his lips together, unable to combat the question. “We’re friends. Plus, it gives Robin an excuse to see Nance.” The last part is barely audible, but both you and Robin catch it, locking eyes, and she blushes. Nancy Wheeler, the Hawkins Girl Next door. Robin’s been pining over her since senior year of high school, with nothing to show for it.
Robin is harder to say no to than Steve. “Ugh, fine. I have one condition if you want me at this party.
Steve crosses his arms. “Bee, I can’t just not invite him.”
You shrug. “Okay, fine. Have a good time, let me know how it goes.” You grab your coat from the rack for emphasis.
“You’re bluffing.”
“You willing to bet on that?”
“What is your thing with him anyway?” Robin asks between munching on her chips, searching your face for a giveaway. “Like, I know he was there when Chris got cuffed, but is it really his fault your brother got caught?”
You’d never told your friends that Eddie had confessed, testified against your brother. Truthfully, you’d figured they’d find out on their own. You didn’t want to sway their opinions, you’d all been in the same friend group. Even now, you can’t bring yourself to explain the whole thing. “It’s a really, really long story that will kill the mood to tell.”
Steve huffs, hands on his hips. “You know I can’t use that to justify not inviting him.”
“Ugh, fine. But I’m gonna be pissy all night.”
He cracks a smile. “Whatever keeps you entertained, dork.”
-
Steve leaves you in charge of the music, giggling to yourself as you scroll through his playlist titles: Sad Boy Autumn, Night of Clubbin’, Hot Steve Summer. You land on his Party Rock Anthems, and scroll through what Steve believes to be, according to the playlist description, “The Ultimate House Party Jams.” What a fuckin’ dweeb. The first song to play when you shuffle is 365 by Charli XCX and you can't help but burst into laughter. He’s not wrong, of course, but you can’t even slightly believe that Steve has listened to this song, let alone added it to a playlist.
“Great choice!” A voice, light as a bell, rings from behind you, and you turn to greet its owner only to be met face to face with Chrissy Cunningham. The second to last person you’d expect to know this song.
“Oh, yeah,” You stutter, unsure of how to respond. You wouldn’t call yourself a 365 party girl, especially not right now.
“You here with anyone?” Her ponytail swings as she cocks her head to the side, inspecting you.
“Uh, nah, not really. Chris is my brother, this party’s for him.”
“Oh, yeah! You’re Bee, right?”
“To some,” You laugh nervously, hating to be preceded by your brother’s reputation. “And you’re Chrissy, right? I didn’t know you knew him.”
“Oh, I don’t really. I’m here on a date.”
“Who’s your-“
“Hey, baby.” No. God, no fucking way. Eddie seemingly appears from nowhere, sliding his arm around Chrissy’s waist, hand playfully low on her hip. Suddenly, you’re seething, teeth clenched together and you’re convinced you can feel the beginning of a migraine. “What’s got you talkin’ to the wet blanket? Drink not strong enough?” He eyes you, amused by the way your eye twitches.
“Eddie! Be nice, this is Chris’s sister!”
Eddie scoffs at her, head thrown back. “I know, Princess. Tweety and I go way back.”
“I thought you said your name was Bee?”
You shrug. “It’s one of ‘em. Tweety, however, is not.” Not anymore, but you don’t add that part out loud.
“Whatever. C’mon, let me introduce you to the other, way less sexy Chris.” And without another glance your way, Eddie takes his girl into the backyard.
“Fuckin’ asshole.” You mutter, adding another, much less fun song to the queue.
“Okay, enough moping!” Robin snatches your phone from you just as Julien Baker’s voice starts in, quickly switching it back to Steve’s clubbing playlist. “C’mon, let’s go dance!”
“Only if I can get another drink first.” Your rum and coke is gone, and you’re feeling far too sober to be in the same room as Eddie, let alone his date. The thought sends chills of what you can only assume are disgust up your spine. Poor Chrissy, Eddie must have charmed her into going out with him, how else do you explain that couple? What lies did he tell her to convince her he’s a decent enough guy?
“Hey, stop seething, I can see the foam about to come out of your mouth.” Robin snaps you out of seeing red, handing you a hard cider that you pout at. “I wanted a dirty shirley.”
“And I want you alive in the morning to help me clean this place up. As the host, I win by default.”
You huff dramatically, but take the can anyway. “Can you believe Eddie convinced Chrissy to come here with him?”
Robin only shrugs. “He’s not a bad guy, Beebs. I think deep down, you know that.”
You bite your tongue. It is not your place. Your personal grievances are not your friends’ problems. “Maybe, but they’re so different.”
Robin shrugs. “It was either Chrissy or—“ She cuts herself off abruptly, and when you try to meet her eyes she averts them.
“Or who, Rob?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing, never mind. Hey, look! Your brother’s here!”
You cock an eyebrow at her, but she’s not budging, pointing towards the entryway where your brother is being greeted in all directions. Someone hands him a beer, while another friend sparks a joint before passing it to him. It amazes you how loved your brother is after the hell he raises, and people barely register you exist, let alone that you’re his sister.
“Hey, kiddos!” Chris breaks away from his mob of fans to greet you and Robin, embracing you both in a group hug. Luckily, your brother doesn’t give a shit about how cool the rest of Hawkins thinks you are. He offers a hand out to Steve behind you. “Thank you for putting all this together, man. Means a lot.” Robin opens her mouth to argue, but closes it when Chris looks at her. “And thank you for letting him destroy your place for the night. I’ll help you with the damage in the morning.” He winks at Robin, who gives him the biggest toothy smile possible.
“Chris, man, you comin’ out? We’re playin’ beer pong.” One of Chris’s buddies, Gareth, offers him the tiny plastic ball.
“Oh, fuck yeah, man. But only if you’re on my team, I'm not losing to you and Eds at my own party.”
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It’s three rounds before Chris and Steve convince you to play, Gareth having tapped out for the night to puke in the bushes. Eddie snickers to his cronies as you approach the table, sliding your windbreaker from your arms. For some reason, the exposure of your skin shuts him up, and you flex your fingers dramatically before plucking the ball from Steve’s hand. “You’re goin’ down, Sweetheart.” Eddie jabs his ringed pointer finger at you, and your cheeks flush with embarrassment.
He seems to notice his slip up, clearing his throat dramatically. “You gonna play, or what?”
You blink once, twice before nodding, suddenly feeling the effects of your earlier drinks. Have you eaten tonight?
You aim as well as your body allows, managing to sink the ball into the back corner cup. Your friends cheer, high diving each other before each extending a hand to you, and Eddie groans, removing the plastic before downing the cup and removing it from the lineup. “Beginner’s luck.”
“Oh, please!” Robin scolds from beside you. “Ballsy for someone to say after losing two out of the last three.” The small crowd of gathered acquaintances chuckle, earning a weak glare from a very intoxicated Eddie before he sets up his shot, effortlessly dropping the ball into the center cup. You begrudgingly remove it, chugging the lukewarm beer while your friends cheer and boo, all in good fun.
It mostly continues like that, a neck and neck game between your team consisting of you, Chris, and Steve against Eddie, Jeff, and a very giggly Chrissy. By the end, the backyard is on a tilted axis, and only one cup remains in front of either team.
“You ready to tap yet?” Eddie taunts, though he’s been leaning over the table for the last couple rounds, arms bracing him from falling to the ground.
“You wish, Munson.” And you let it fly, but your face falls when you realize you’d been too cocky, too soon. It bounces higher than you’d anticipated, sailing right over the cup and onto the ground, everyone’s eyes glued to it. “Fuck.” Robin snickers and you snap your head to glare at her. “Thank you for that vote of confidence.” You sneer, and she stifles another giggle fit.
“This is it, honey, for all the marbles.” You think he’s talking to Chrissy until he winks directly at you, the corner of his mouth pinching into a smirk. You look from him to his date to find her pouting, eyebrows scrunched together and arms crossed. You raise an eyebrow, unsure how to reassure the former cheerleader.
While you’re not looking, Eddie sinks the ball. Which, let’s be honest, you knew that was coming. You roll your eyes and lift the piss flavored drink to your lips, chugging with an open throat to avoid tasting it. Your friends and brother cheer you on, and when you slam the solo cup onto the table, you let out a massive belch. Eddie’s grin has split into a toothy beam, eyes wide with wonder, penetrating your very soul. Fuckin’ weirdo.
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When your dizziness has subsided, you find Robin on the makeshift dance floor, a drink dangerously spilling over in her hand. “Hey, grouchy!” She calls you over, beckoning with her dance moves. You play along, pretending to be roped in by her lasso. “What’s got you all frowny now?”
You shrug, shaking your hips to a song you can’t place, trying to enjoy your buzz now that you’re not seeing double. “Guess I’m taking beer pong too seriously.”
Robin snorts. “Please, when have you ever given a shit about stupid drinking games?”
“I guess since Chris is home. Wanted to impress him.” Robin eyes you, biting her lip. “What?” You pry, and when she doesn’t answer, poke her in the ribs. “Cmon, spit it out.”
“I don’t think it was Chris you were trying to impress.” She winces, awaiting an outburst that doesn’t come. Instead, you reply with a monotone “Excuse me?”
She smiles tensely, all teeth and gums. “Sorry, I call em like I see em.” Robin’s eyes slide past you, landing over your shoulder. When you snap your head to find what she’s looking at, your eyes fall on Eddie, a beer forgotten in his hand as he whispers in Chrissy’s ear. He must be hilarious, because she can’t stop fucking laughing.
“Oh, you can’t be serious. You think I'm worried about what Munson has to say about me?”
She refocuses on your face, brows furrowed. “Maybe not what he has to say, but definitely what he thinks.” You gape at her, unable to respond with something clever. She only pats your shoulder. “It’s alright, you’ll figure it out soon enough.”
-
“Okay, everyone out. You don’t have to go home, but ya can’t stay here.” Steve is waving people out the door, thanking them for destroying his and Robin’s apartment with a tired smile on his face. Finally, shuts the door. “That everyone?”
“Uh, no. We have some stragglers.”
Steve looks around the main room, then the kitchen. “Where?”
Robin juts her thumb to Steve’s bedroom. “Sorry, man.” You stifle a giggle with a cough, throwing another beer can into the recycling bin.
“Every damn time!” Steve stomps up to the door and starts banging. “Hey, party’s over. Put your pants back on!” He throws his bedroom door open, and you and Robin peer over his shoulders like nosy children.
“Whoa!” The larger figure scrambles, throwing the duvet over their head, while the smaller one shrieks, covering her face as Steve flicks the light on.
“Oh, come on. Eddie?”
“Hi, Stevie.” He slowly emerges from the blanket. “Funny running into you here.”
“It’s my room, idiot! Get out!”
“Okay, okay! Shit, I thought you wanted my help cleaning this shithole tomorrow!”
Steve huffs. “Doesn’t mean you can occupy my room and soil my sheets like this.”
Eddie gasps in mock offense. “I’ll have you know I’m very clean, just had all my shots.” Steve only glares, but he gets the message across. “Okay! Damn. Sorry, Chrissy. I’ll call you, yeah?”
The girl rolls her eyes, face still cherry red. “Whatever, Eddie.” She snatches her shirt off the ground, and Steve turns to give her privacy. “Sorry, Steve. He said it was okay.” She avoids your eyes as she leaves, Eddie waving goofily behind her. Something in your chest hurts, and you chock it up to rage.
“You want sloppy seconds, Bee?”
You ignore him, and make your way back to the kitchen to rage clean. Over your shoulder, you hear your brother exclaims something, but you can’t make it out.
I can change him... | Fuckboy!Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader
Summary: You meet Eddie at a party and make the biggest mistake of getting with him, making you fall in love, but you soon realize he's a fuck boy who can't be stopped, you will yourself to change him, but can you?
Cw: Lots of sex, hard smut, Eddie is a fuck boy who fucks anyone and anything, bisexual Eddie, bisexual reader, unprotected sex, lots of antics, hard angst, won't spoil ending sorry!
I explored the fboy!Eddie hashtag and have been inspired to write this, thanks to @newlips for this inspo! The idea is from them, I'm just making a fic out of it! Enjoy!
The music was loud, hot bodies surrounding you as you cradled a red cup against your chest, bored since your friends were getting fucked and nowhere to be seen, you wanted to leave so you took a last swig at your drink and made your way out, but your eyes drifted to the couch, where he was sitting, man spread and with a joint in his mouth, looking straight at you, those eyes drinking in your body, he was wearing a black shirt, band logo on it you don't remember which, ripped black jeans and combat boots, he looked hot and he knew it, like magic, you made your way towards him
"Hey pretty" oh gosh his voice, it was intoxicating in a good way
"Hey" you said
"You look bored, where are your friends?" He said blowing smoke out his mouth
"Ugh, I don't know, they're getting fucked somewhere" you said with a roll of your eyes
"Hmmm, and you? Haven't gotten any?" He smirked at you
You blushed "No, didn't plan on it"
"Oh really? With that mini skirt? You're fooling no one" he said cockily, he had read you like a book, you did intend on getting some dick but had gotten any
Maybe people weren't fond of your body, but Eddie was, he was hooked as soon as he saw you
And he intended to ruin you tonight...
"Want some company?" He spoke again
"I was going to leave actually" you said clutching your purse
"Awe come on princess, stay here, just a bit" he said patting the spot next to him
You gave in, it wouldn't hurt right? He was just sitting here, alone, you couldn't leave him like this
That was your first mistake...
~•~
"Mmmmm yes! Harder please" you moaned as Eddie pounded into you from behind
An hour after talking with him, your panties had been soaked through at his innuendos and touches, he started to finger you at the couch, kissing you sloppily and dragging you to a room, where you guys were right now
"Fuck baby, so so tight holy shit" he moaned, thighs slapping against your plush ass as he kept pounding you like a wild animal
"Eddie- fuck! I'm gonna cum!" You moaned desperately, wanting to fucking cum around him
"Do it baby, cum all over my cock" He said holding your throat, his other hand resting at his side
His cock was big, curved perfectly so it would hit your sweet spot everytime he moved, his balls were heavy and slapped against your clit with his every thrust, he had just taken off his shirt, pants halfway off of him, showing his perfect ass, you had your shirt up to your chest, boobs spilling out while your panties were in his back pocked, skirt bunched up by your hips
"Fuck fuck!" You moaned, eyes rolling back as you came, harder than ever "Fuuuuck!"
"Oh fuck yes baby, right there" he moaned while your pussy milked him dry, his balls drew up, spilling all his cum into you "Shit baby, hope you're on the pill" he said still cumming
You were so blissed out, so cock drunk you didn't notice him leaving, you stayed there, catching your breath, when you were back in your senses you noticed he was long gone
"Eddie?" You asked to the air "Damn it..."
~•~
Days went bu that you didn't hear from Eddie, not a call, nothing, he was just gone
He had fucked you and left, that's what he does apparently...
Another party came, and there he was, you smiled when you spotted him, same position as when you saw him for the first time, when he stole your heart, you were approaching him when another girl sat on his lap, grinding on him, you gasped when he pulled her up to a room
You stayed down, waiting, then followed the path they had taken, upstairs, moans and slapping noises filled the air, from people fucking and also Eddie and the random girl, you found them in the same room he had fucked you, the girl riding him while he sucked on her perfect tits
"Fuck baby, just like that, don't stop" he moaned, eyes rolled back
The girl was having her way with him, using his cock as a dildo almost, you heard them cum and soon the girl came out, fixing her hair
"Oh hi, you can go in if you want" she said smiling at you
You walked in, he was smoking a blunt, dick soft and out of his pants "Oh hey"
"What the fuck was that?!" You yelled, he didn't even flinch "I thought you said you wanted me"
"Yeah, I say that to everyone" he said unbothered
You scoffed "You are a piece of shit Eddie!" You yelled and stormed off, he felt kind of bad, so he fixed himself and went after you
"Baby, baby! Y/n!" He said following you out the crowds of people
Once out he finally caught up to you "Listen to me-"
You turned and slapped him on the face "Don't you ever call me that again! I let you fuck me without knowing you fuck anyone! Fuck you Eddie! Fuck, you!"
With that, you left him there, your heart ached, you loved him, but you hadn't meant anything to him, just a pussy to fuck and leave afterwards, so pathetic...
~•~
You continued to go to parties, seeing Eddie flirting with everyone, pulling guys and girls to rooms, so you decided to do the same
You were making out with a hot girl at a couch, she was so pretty and she wanted you, so you took her up to a room
Soon you were scissoring each other, loud moans and kisses from both of you, the door opened and there was Eddie, holding a girl's hand, you made eye contact with him as you came all over the girl, he scoffed and left
"Same time next week baby?" The girl asked
You nodded "Sure, why not"
You kissed her again and she left, soon someone entered the room, Eddie
"What do you want?" You said not looking at him as you put on your shoes
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"The same as you" you stood up "Fucking people and leaving, feels good now that I try it" you said unbothered
"You can't do that"
"Oh but you can" you retorted "Leave me alone"
You tried to leave but he grabbed your wrist "Stop it"
"You don't tell me what to do! You did the same with me, you fucked me, took my heart with you and left, why is it so bad I'm doing the same?"
He was out of words, he didn't know you had fallen on love with him...
"What?" Was all he could say
You rolled your eyes "Just leave me alone Eddie" you left, leaving him with his heart pounding in his ears
He fucked up...
~•~
At another party, Eddie didn't make a move with anyone, he watched you as you took a guy up a room, he looked like a rip off version of him, so he was mad, taking it personal...
When he made it upstairs, you were getting fucked by him doggy style and damn was he good at it
"Oh fuck yes! Yes Eddie!" You moaned, the guy stopped abruptly
"What the fuck?"
"Shit I'm so sorry I-"
"Yeah fuck that"
The guy left, you wanted to cry and scream, you had moaned Eddie's name
Someone came behind you, caressing your sides lovingly
"You can't seem to forget about me baby..."
"I could never, but I hate you..."
"I know, let me fix it..."
You finally gave in, you loved him... You couldn't forget about him as hard as you tried...
"Okay... I'll let you"
"Good... Thank you" he said
That night, he made love to you, so so good that it made you fall in love with him again
"I promise I'll stay with you, only you... You took my heart too..." He kissed your face lovingly
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I just want fuckboy!Eddie to fuck around and fall in love and it's not reciprocated by reader. Reader catches a flight to Texas only to be seen in Hawkins occasionally.
᭄᭡⠀ ͏͏͏ 𓈒. fboy!eddie will fuck you any chance he gets to | mdni
cw ⭑ exhitibitionism ⭑ piv sex ⭑ f!reader ⭑ mentions of creampie ⭑ jealousy ⭑ public sex ⭑ possessive eddie
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it doesn’t matter where you are or who is around.
he’ll take you against a wall at a party you’re at. unbothered by the fact that other people can see when they walk past. he loves it. wants them to see you completely blissed out on his cock. that you belong to him and only him.
you love it, too. you love the jealous glares you get from the other girls that are wrapped around his finger. tonight, it’s you and your perfect cunt that make him so desperate and eager.
you love putting on a show when they watch, too. upping your moans and telling eddie how fucking good his cock feels so deep inside of you. begging him to fill you up with his cum. how you want to feel it dripping down your thighs. how you want everyone to know that he’s the one who ruined you.
and he gladly gives you what you want. but only after he makes you tell him who you belong to.
