Under the cut are the things I have planned for Kinktober and their posting dates! I might do more, but these are the ones I'm planning on. Initially was going to do something for every day, but I don't have enough time for that between working and chasing a tiny goblin.
If you're interested in participating or reading other contributions for this year's Stranger Things Kinktober, check out their list of prompts at @strangerthingskinktober.
Day 3: Restraints (Eddie x f!reader)
Eddie nicks a pair of handcuffs from the station. What starts off as gloating about not getting caught leads to horsing around with his best friend. Minutes later, Eddie's not quite sure how he ended up shirtless and cuffed to your headboard, but when you're looking at him like this, wild-eyed and flustered, the how doesn't really matter.
Day 4: Public Sex (Steve x f!reader x Eddie)
It's the first weekend in October, just as the leaves are beginning to change in Hawkins, when you go on a camping trip with your boyfriend Steve. At the campground, Steve runs into an old acquaintance, Eddie Munson, and scores a few tabs of acid off of him. But from the way Steve catches your gaze following Eddie from across the clearing, that's not all you're looking to score.
Day 5: Threesomes (Robin x f!reader x Eden, background Eden x Argyle)
Recently, Argyle has been encouraging his girlfriend Eden to explore her attraction to women, but she's not exactly sure how. Growing up Mormon, and living in an area where queerness is a punishable offense, how do you even start to ask a girl out - let alone hook up with one? When Eden laments about this to her new friend Robin and her pretty roommate, she's shocked to find she's got a couple of very willing teachers at her disposal. If only she can get up the courage to follow through.
Day 9: Feederism (Hopper x f!reader)
When Hopper returns from Russia, he struggles to recover physically from prison, from both his injuries and starvation. Lucky for him, you have a vested interest in nursing him back to health.
Day 10: Sex Pollen (Scoops Steve x f!Scoops reader - crack fic)
The Russians determine swiftly that they won't be able to beat the truth out of you and Steve, so they resort to a new measure: a serum they've never used before but have been told will make you both tell the truth. Unfortunately for them, the serum doesn't just lower your inhibitions enough to be truthful - it also makes you both indescribably, primally horny. Their poor eyes and ears may never recover.
Day 11: Incest (Jonathan x f!Hopper reader)
The move to California comes with many changes, one of the biggest being that Jonathan now has two new sisters. Step-sisters. Kinda, sorta, our-parents-were-never-married sisters. The distinction isn't exactly clear, and it doesn't really matter when everyone around him sees you as his sister. It would be complicated enough without this urgent need clawing up his throat every time he sees you half-dressed.
Day 12: Age Gap (sub!Karen Wheeler x f!reader)
When your friend Eddie tries for the hundredth time to recruit you to join Hellfire Club, your declination is on the tip of your tongue, until he tells you they're moving their campaign to a new locale - Mike Wheeler's basement. To both your surprise and his, you accept Eddie's offer. While Eddie thinks you're just glad you won't have to walk the halls of Hawkins High again in order to play, you've got another agenda entirely: getting closer to the hottest woman in town, Karen Wheeler.
Day 13: Dry Humping (Nancy x Eddie)
Nancy Wheeler has a reputation to uphold, or at least, she used to. These days, she's slowly learning to loosen her grip, that a sloppy makeout session after a night out doesn't have to mean anything. But if it happens three times in a month, does that change things? She tells herself it doesn't, even as she's shrugging off her jacket in the back of Eddie Munson's van.
Day 14: Accidental Arousal (roommates!Steve and Eddie x f!reader)
A little bit of PDA in the kitchen with your boyfriend Eddie at the end of the party seems harmless at first. But just as you're crossing the threshold from PG-13 to a higher rating, Eddie's roommate Steve gets a full view - and an unexpected erection. While you and Steve are both more than a little embarrassed, Eddie sees it for what it really is: an opportunity.
Day 15: Femdom (modern sub!Steve x dominatrix!reader)
Steve has spent years getting sexual gratification from catering to the women who wanted him - being a cocky, dominant jock, or a tender, attentive lover. And truthfully, Steve doesn't mind playing the dominance game, filling the role his lovers need him to, but lately, he's been feeling like there's something missing, something he needs. Soon, he finds himself at the bottom of an internet rabbit hole, scheduling an appointment with an experienced dominatrix in his area.
Day 17: Somnophilia (Eddie x f!reader, dubcon warning)
It's been a few weeks since you and Eddie moved in together, and due to conflicting work schedules, you're somehow having less sex than you did before he moved in. While you work toward a more permanent solution to your problem, you find a temporary compromise: why worry about waking your partner if you've got all the consent you need without it?
Day 18: Cuckolding (Eddie x f!reader x Hopper, dubcon warning)
Hooking up at Lovers Lake didn't seem like such a bad idea when you and Eddie got started. At least, until Chief Hopper pulled up and dragged you out of the van, half-dressed. As he cuffs Eddie and throws him in the back of the squad car, you beg and plead with Hopper that surely there must be something you can do to keep him from taking you both into the station. After much consideration, Hopper agrees: actually, there is something you can do.
Day 19: Humiliation/Degradation (Eddie x f!reader)
Eddie nicks a pair of handcuffs from the station. What starts off as gloating about not getting caught leads to horsing around with his best friend. Minutes later, Eddie's not quite sure how he ended up shirtless and cuffed to your headboard, but when you're looking at him like this, wild-eyed and flustered, the how doesn't really matter. Until you discover that he doesn't have the key.
Day 19 was originally supposed to be published as a freespace option for Day 3, but it took on a life of its own and meets this prompt now!
Day 22: Overstimulation (Eddie x f!reader)
Since he's been gone on tour, you've been missing Eddie in more ways than one. The first week he's back, between meeting up with his family and his friends, there's barely enough time for sex, and even when you can make time, you're entirely insatiable. So on your first dedicated "day off" together, Eddie forms a plan to determine just how much you really need him.
Day 24: Free Use (roommates!Steve and Eddie x f!reader)
Months after you first had sex with your boyfriend's roommate Steve, you're settling into a routine, working out the kinks of sharing yourself with two boys, when Eddie makes a proposal: wouldn't it be so much easier if you just all lived together? As you mull it over, a new fantasy develops, of being available to both of them whenever they want, no questions asked.
Day 26: Virginity (Eddie x Chrissy)
When Chrissy confesses to her friend Eddie that she's never been with anyone before, Eddie's baffled at first, shocked when she says Jason wanted to wait for marriage. Eddie's confusion turns to interest as she laments that she'll never find someone she trusts enough to lose her virginity with, cheeks turning pink as she glances his way and adds, "Or at least not someone who likes me back."
Day 27: Mutual Masturbation (Steve x f!reader)
You and Steve have both been going through a dry spell lately, either having no dates or terrible ones. You fall into a comfortable routine - when one of you has a bad date, you pile up in Steve's bed and watch a porno together, never touching each other, only yourselves. It's a normal thing for best friends to do, right? That's what you think, until you find yourself caught just on the edge of climax and need a helping hand.
Day 28: Free Use (dom!Karen Wheeler x sub f!reader)
Since divorcing Ted, Karen has discovered a thing or two about herself. All these years she's spent, lying to herself that sex wasn't supposed to be fun for women, that it was normal for it to be all about satisfying her husband's needs. As she explores her sexuality, she learns that, while it's more fun to be submissive to someone who values your pleasure than someone who doesn't, Karen has other interests as well. And she intends to put those interests to use.
Day 30: Anonymous Hookups (Nancy x Eddie)
There's value in moving to a bigger city. There are more options, more opportunities, and while Nancy spends her days trying to make a name for herself, she spends her nights becoming anonymous. Meanwhile, Eddie's band is in the city to record their next album. With a schedule like his, he doesn't have time to date, and with a name and a face like his, he can't easily post up on Tinder. They find themselves scheduling anonymous meet-ups instead, until one fated meeting isn't so anonymous after all.
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Summary: As the rising star of a prestigious dance company, ballet is all that Chrissy Cunningham knows. A bad breakup with her fiancé and fellow dancer Jason Carver leaves her shaken, and with a big production of Swan Lake coming up, Chrissy turns, in desperation, to Eddie Munson, the company's newly hired pianist, for help. Is Eddie going to be Rothbart casting a spell over her, Prince Siegfried trying and failing to break her curse, or someone else altogether, someone who helps Chrissy become more confident and learn to love again?
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Chapter 13
Eddie found it impossible to maintain his concentration during work the next day. He went through the motion of playing as usual, but he hardly felt the piano keys under his fingers. His hands were still full of Chrissy, as were his mind and his heart—how she'd looked up at him with those blue, blue eyes, how her mouth had trembled under his, how sweet she'd tasted, how smooth and warm her bare skin had been, even though he'd only got the briefest of touches. It was torture, watching her dance through company class, her body so lithe and graceful in the leotard and tights that showed every line and curve, yet still left everything to the imagination. She didn't look at him, though sometimes he would catch her eyes across the crowded room, and from the way she quickly dropped her lashes and turned away, from the blush creeping over the nape of her neck, he knew she was thinking of him too. Or at least he hoped she was.
They didn't meet at the water fountain as usual—Eddie didn't trust himself not to take her into his arms when she was so close by. He even considered going to her dressing room during lunch break, but he knew she shared the room with another principal dancer and wouldn't be alone. Besides, it was the opening week of The Nutcracker, and the whole place was practically crawling with dancers and stagehands, so the chance of someone catching him slipping into her room was too great. No, he would have to come up with something for the two of them to do that night if he wanted to have Chrissy to himself. What would she say to a date? Although a lot of their hanging out could qualify as dates, he'd never formally asked her out. Would she be OK with that, or would that be going too fast for her?
It was torture, too, during rehearsal that afternoon, having to watch Jason hold and touch her and act the part of the besotted lover with her, when the guy was anything but. Eddie was only slightly comforted when he noticed how stiff and uncomfortable Chrissy and Jason were with each other. Their technique was perfect, but even Eddie's untrained eye could see that there was no passion behind their movements. He had experienced that first blush of attraction with Chrissy and could recognize the signs now, the fluttering lashes that could not hide the brightness in her eyes, the little smile playing on her lips, the delicate tint of pink on her cheeks, and the lightness and grace of her every move toward him. There was none of that with Jason.
The director, Creel, noticed it as well, because he spent most of the rehearsal yelling at the two of them. Once rehearsal was over, Jason stormed off without a look back, slamming the studio's doors like they owed him money. Eddie gathered up his music sheets and went out, but after making sure the other dancers were all gone, he came back. Chrissy was going through the moves again while checking her form in the mirror. There was a look of intense concentration on her face, and seeing it made guilt bubble up inside Eddie. Here she was, working hard on the biggest role of her career, while all he could think about was his lust. Remembering what she'd said about needing to focus, he tried to back out and leave her to it, but Chrissy had seen him and turned around.
"Eddie, wait," she called. "Stay."
"But you're busy."
A shy smile hovered on her lips. "I don't mind your company." Then she added, "I mean, if you're not doing anything else..."
"I'm always happy to keep you company," Eddie said, taking his place behind the piano.
For nearly an hour or so, neither of them spoke as Eddie accompanied Chrissy through all her solos, the White Swan and the Black Swan variations. Her dancing was perfect, but just as she had been with Jason during the rehearsal, it felt as if she was holding herself back. Clearly, Chrissy knew it too, because she kept frowning at her reflection, her mouth twisted into an irritable shape, and started over. After finishing Odile's coda for the third time and still finding fault with it, she went over to her water bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls.
"Is something wrong?" Eddie asked. Was it because of him? Was he distracting her?
"I thought once I got a clean break from Jason, things would improve, but they didn't," she said. She slumped to the floor and dropped the back of her head against the mirror in frustration. "All my hard work is not going to matter if Jason continues to act like I have cooties."
"Nobody says 'cooties' anymore." Eddie grinned to lift the mood. "What are you, five?"
She smiled back at him, though her face was a little wan. "Tell me what to do," she said.
"Take a break," Eddie said. "Do something else. Remember how you managed to finish the coda when you stopped thinking about it?"
Still sitting on the floor, Chrissy looked up at him. There was something in her eyes that made his breath catch in his throat—she had looked at him the same way under the mistletoe, right before he kissed her. Did she want him to kiss her now? But she only said, "Play me something."
That gave him an idea. "Why don't you join me?" he said, making room for her on the bench. "We can play together."
"I don't know how to play."
"I'll teach you."
Chrissy jumped up and sat down next to him. She was warm from her exercise, and her scent—something flowery, like lavender—hit his nose, making him dizzy. Concentrate, Munson.
"Here's a classic," he said, playing the first few chords of Heart and Soul.
Chrissy's face brightened up. "I know that one!"
"Good, that should make it easier then. Now, make a V with your fingers, and put them here..."
He walked her through the low part of the duet, letting her play with two hands because it was simpler, even though it wasn't quite correct. After just a few stumbles, she was able to play it on her own.
"You're a fast learner," Eddie said.
"I have a good teacher," Chrissy replied, smiling.
That smile did strange things to his insides, so Eddie cleared his throat and looked away. "Do you know this was actually quite a popular song from the 1930s?" he said, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, it goes like this." He started the song over and began to sing:
Heart and soul, I fell in love with you
Heart and soul, the way a fool would do, madly
Because you held me tight
And stole a kiss in the night...
Shit. He'd completely forgotten what the lyrics were about. He couldn't have picked a worse subject. But Chrissy didn't seem to notice. She tried to keep up with his singing on the piano, but her fingers started slipping and fumbling until, amidst giggles, she was forced to give up altogether. Eddie reached over and picked up her part of the duet, his fingers flying over the keys from pure muscle memory, while still singing:
... But now I see, what one embrace can do
Look at me, it's got me loving you madly
That little kiss you stole
Held all my heart and soul.
"Show-off," Chrissy said, once the song was over.
Eddie pulled his hand back. They were sitting so close that his arm brushed over her breasts as he did so. Chrissy turned crimson, but she didn't pull away. Only her eyelids were fluttering like two butterflies about to take wing. Was it because of him, or simply because her hair had fallen into her eye? Without thinking, Eddie brushed the errant strand away and let his hand linger on her cheek.
"The song's fitting, though," she said, leaning into his hand. "You always have a knack for picking the perfect song for the moment."
Ah, so she had noticed. "Is it?" Eddie said, playing dumb.
"Yes. Except you didn't steal any kisses last night. You kissed me fair and square."
Eddie's guilty conscience reared its head. Chrissy was gazing at him, full of trust, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he kept deceiving her. "I did steal a kiss," he said sheepishly.
Chrissy's eyes widened. "When?"
"After we got back from my uncle's," he said, avoiding her eyes. "Just a quick one. You were asleep and—I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to." Chrissy said nothing, and he risked a look at her. Those sky-blue eyes were still fixed on him, though he could detect no anger or annoyance in them. If anything, she looked almost... pleased, like she'd just uncovered a mystery. It made her look like Virginie in the painting more than ever. "You don't seem angry," he said. It was more of a question than a statement.
Her pink lips quirked in a sly smile. "Maybe I wasn't sleeping as deeply as I appeared," she said.
Eddie turned on the bench to face her. "Why didn't you say something?" To think, he'd been wracked with guilt over that kiss these past three days, and she'd known all along!
"I don't know." She shrugged. "I wasn't sure how I'd react, I guess."
"I was hoping you'd wake up and kiss me back," he blurted out.
It was a while before Chrissy asked, her voice soft like a whisper, "Do you want me to kiss you back now?"
"I have to kiss you first before you can kiss me back," Eddie pointed out. Chrissy was sitting so close now, close enough for him to feel the heat coming from her, close enough for him to be intoxicated by her scent. Yet he didn't make a move. Not because he was shy—he could never feel shy around her again, not when she was looking at him like that—but because he wanted to see what she would do. "Or you can kiss me first," he said.
Chrissy's eyes dropped to his mouth for the briefest moment, before turning away. "Do you know, I don't think I've ever kissed anyone first before," she said. "I mean, Jason was the only guy I've ever kissed, and even then, he's always kissed me first."
She lowered her eyes once more, all the way to the floor this time, and Eddie had to put a finger under her chin to bring her back to him.
"Let's not talk about Jason," he said.
Boldly, Chrissy lifted her eyes to his face. She looked at his lips again, her own lips parted as if remembering their kisses, before turning that sapphire gaze back to his eyes and holding it there. Then, with a little intake of breath like she'd made up her mind, she leaned forward and touched her lips to his.
It was their third kiss—fourth, if the stolen one was counted as well—and it still blew Eddie's mind how soft and warm her lips were. He slid a hand to her jaw, holding her close so he could better feel how those lips fitted his perfectly, like a set of black and white keys on the piano.
Soon, too soon for his liking, Chrissy drew back. "How's that?" she asked.
Her mouth was only a breathless gasp away from his, and it took all of Eddie's willpower not to pull her back to him. She'd asked him to take it slow, so he was going to let her set the pace.
"Jason's an idiot," he said.
"I thought we were not talking about Jason."
"We're not. But he's still an idiot."
That brought a smile to Chrissy's face, and now it was she who pulled him to her. Eddie opened his mouth, and her tongue glided in, so smooth and eager, like one of her jumps. Just as she had the night before, Chrissy let out a little whimper of pleasure as their tongues met.
At the sound of that whimper, Eddie's control broke like an old dam against a flood. He pulled Chrissy onto his lap, so she was straddling him and her back was pressed into the piano. Music sheets flew everywhere and the keys jangled in protest, but he didn't care. With one hand on her waist and the other on her back, between her shoulder blades, he savored her lips, losing himself in the taste and feel of her. Chrissy responded in kind. She arched her back, pressing herself closer to him, and the friction of her soft body against his hardening one was more than he could bear. There were too many layers of clothes between them. He skimmed his mouth down her throat, feeling her wild pulse there for a moment, before going lower, touching his tongue to the peaked bud he could feel through her leotard. Chrissy gasped, and he yanked impatiently at the leotard's strap, pulling it off her shoulder so he could reach the silky smooth skin underneath. But the strap was more stubborn than he'd realized. It only went half way down her arm, showing a tantalizing glimpse of the soft mound of her breast and no more.
"What the fuck is this thing made off?" Eddie growled. "How do you even go to the bathroom?"
"I just take it off," Chrissy said, panting a little.
Her needy gasps drove Eddie frantic. "I'd like to take it off," he said, pressing his face into her shoulder.
"Should we go home?"
Eddie's head snapped up. True, they were in the studio, near a huge floor-to-ceiling window, and anyone walking through the doors or standing in the building across the street could see what they were doing. Still, he couldn't believe she actually wanted to go home with him.
He stared at her, a silent question in his eyes, and she answered with a little teasing smile that sent fire through his blood. "Your place or mine?" he asked.
Chrissy didn't even hesitate. "Yours. It's closer."
***
Chrissy had never left the studios so fast. She didn't even change out of her dance clothes or take off her pointe shoes. She just tossed her stuff into her bag, threw on her coat, and, hand in hand with Eddie, ran for the train station. She thought the cold would put a damper on the fire inside her, but it didn't. Just standing pressed against him on the crowded Red Line, feeling the heat of his body through her clothes, clasping his hand in hers, and looking into his eyes, remembering his searing mouth on her skin like a brand, was enough to keep that fire alive and stoke it even higher.
The moment they reached the entrance of Eddie's apartment building, they fell into each other's arms, and their mouths crashed together again. They kissed their way up the stairs, fumbling with ribbons and buttons and zippers as they went. Stumbling through the apartment's front door, they kicked off their shoes and made short work of Eddie's jacket and sweater and her own coat. Eddie pulled the straps of the leotard down, one side and then the other. Chrissy wriggled her arms and shoulders out of the straps before pulling the leotard down and stepping out of it. And then she stood looking at Eddie, clad in only her tights. She knew she ought to feel shy, but looking into his eyes, she only felt desire coursing through her veins and throbbing between her legs, aching, intoxicating.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
He obliged, his plump lips covering hers while his hands skated up her torso to close around her breasts, caressing them with his scorching, trembling palms. Gently, he guided her toward the sofa bed and laid her down, his hands and his mouth never leaving her. Chrissy's own hands slipped under his T-shirt, one skimming over the smooth plane of his stomach, the other digging into his lean back, urging him closer. He trailed his lips down her throat, teeth lightly grazing her skin, going lower, and lower, and—
"Hello, you two," said a voice.
"Oh my God!" Chrissy exclaimed, jumping up.
Looking over Eddie's shoulder, she saw a young woman standing in the hallway, her dark blonde hair cut in a messy bob, her right arm in a cast. Robin. Yes, Chrissy remembered seeing that elfin face behind the piano during company class and rehearsals, but she'd never paid much attention to her. Now Robin was looking at them, with an overnight bag weighing down her left arm and a shit-eating grin on her face.
Chrissy scrambled to cover herself with whatever was at hand. As her leotard was now on the floor, the only thing at hand was either Eddie's torso or one of the throw pillows on the sofa. She dove for the pillow and hugged it to her chest protectively.
"Robin!" Eddie spluttered. "What are you doing here? I thought you were at Vickie's!"
"I was. I am. I just came back to pick up a few things." Robin's grin widened as she took in their half-dressed state. "Hi, Chrissy," she said, as if she'd just seen her.
Chrissy readjusted the pillow. "Um, hi, Robin. How's your arm?"
"Healing nicely, thanks," Robin said, waving her cast. "I should be back to work in no time. Though perhaps not too soon, since I can see Eddie settling in very comfortably."
"Need help with that bag?" Eddie said darkly. "Maybe I can throw it down the stairs for you."
"I'm going. Vickie's waiting for me." Robin lifted the bag onto her shoulder and walked past them. "By the way, Chrissy, that's my grandma's face you're pressing into your boobs."
Chrissy looked down at the pillow she was holding and realized, to her horror, that it was printed with a family portrait from the early 1990s, of the classic Sears studio style, complete with perms and mullets galore. On both sides.
Heat, quite different from the fire of desire she'd felt with Eddie, rushed through her, until she was certain her whole torso was beet-red. But it was between respecting Robin's family and using Grandma to protect her modesty, and Chrissy firmly chose the latter. "Sorry," she mumbled, while making no attempt to remove the pillow from her chest.
Robin grinned again. "Just kidding," she said. "I don't know who those people are. We got those pillows at a thrift store because Vickie thought they would be hilarious. Anyway, you two have fun." She breezed out the door. "Bedtime at nine, kiddos! Miss you already!"
As Robin's guffaw faded on her way down the stairs, Eddie turned to Chrissy. "Sorry about her," he said. "She's—well, you know how Robin is."
"I didn't know you two lived together," said Chrissy.
"We don't. I just sublet from her while I'm looking for my own place. I thought I told you that?"
He might have, but if he had, it had escaped her mind. "And she asked you to temp for her at Hawkins?"
"Yeah. We were at CCPA together."
"Oh." Now she remembered. Eddie had definitely mentioned that. But something about it still rubbed her the wrong way, and she sat a little further away from Eddie, absently hugging the pillow to her chest.
"What's wrong?" Eddie asked, touching her shoulder.
She jerked away from his hand. "You're really close with her, aren't you?"
Eddie was quiet for a moment. Then, in an incredulous voice, he said, "Are you—jealous? Of Robin?"
Her face burning, Chrissy spun around to face him. "I most certainly am not!" she said indignantly. "Why do I have to be jealous anyway?" It was true. She and Eddie were not exclusive. They hadn't even hooked up properly. He could do whatever he pleased, see whomever he wanted, and there was nothing she could do about it.
"Chrissy," Eddie said, turning serious. "Robin's just a friend, OK? There's nothing between me and her. Never has been. She's got a girlfriend, Vickie. That's who she's been staying with."
Chrissy said "Oh" again. The heat of embarrassment, which had just started to subside after Robin's departure, flared up inside her again.
Eddie was still looking at her. "You didn't know that?"
"No. Robin and I—we don't talk much." A smile, half-mocking, half-affectionate, broke out over Eddie's face, and Chrissy covered her face in mortification. "I'm sorry," she said behind her fingers. "I don't know why I'm like this."
Eddie gently pried her hands off, his smile widening, deepening his dimples. "It's OK," he said, holding her hands in his. "I'm flattered. I've never had a girl get jealous over me before."
"I don't get jealous. Like ever." With Jason, she had been secure, knowing that he would never look at any of the girls who constantly threw themselves at him. No, the trouble in her relationship with Jason had come from a different source, not jealousy. So why did Eddie make her jealous? And this wasn't the first time either—she remembered the two Corroded Coffin groupies and the A&R woman who had come up to Eddie after the show. She had been jealous of them even then. Why?
"One more entry for your list, I guess," Eddie said.
"But I have no right to be jealous."
"You have every right to be jealous."
Chrissy stared at him. "What do you mean by that?"
"Well, we're kind of—we're seeing each other, right? So it's perfectly natural that you feel jealous. I know I would—"
"Are we?" Chrissy interrupted him. "Seeing each other, I mean?"
Now it was Eddie's turn to look shy. "I know we haven't been on an official date yet," he said. "I've been meaning to ask you."
Something warm flickered in Chrissy's chest. After Jason, she was scared to death of starting a new relationship. Eddie's kisses had chased away some of that fear, but still, she didn't know what she'd been expecting when she'd kissed Eddie and asked him to take her home—just some fun, she supposed, nothing more. Yet now, faced with the possibility that it could be more than just some fun, she was no longer scared. It could be more. They could be more.
"A lot of our outings can count as dates," she reminded Eddie.
"Not an official one."
The warmth in her chest grew and spread throughout her body, replacing the prickling of embarrassment, and she realized it was excitement. Hope. Just because Eddie was going to leave Hawkins Ballet soon didn't mean that they would have to stop seeing each other. If anything, it would be simpler for them once he left. They could see each other without worrying about prying eyes from the rest of the company.
"I'd love to go on a date with you," she said. While Eddie was still looking at her, joy and disbelief chasing each other across his face, she tossed the pillow aside and drew him to her. "But let's finish this first, OK?"
Her lips found his again, and her hands went back to the hem of his T-shirt, shucking it up. They broke apart briefly to pull the shirt over Eddie's head, and then they both reached for his belt, giggling because their fingers got all tangled up. Somehow they managed to unbuckle it, and off went his jeans. Eddie slipped a hand into the waistband of her tights and rolled it down. Some old instinct made Chrissy grab his hand, stopping him.
"Wait," she panted.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just need to—" She reached for the duvet and arranged it over her feet. "Let me do it."
Eddie glanced at the duvet covering her feet with suspicion. "Why did you do that?"
"Do what?" Chrissy said, feigning nonchalance. She tucked the duvet more closely around her feet. "I just—my feet get cold."
Eddie didn't look convinced. "Why don't you want me to see your feet?" he asked.
Chrissy sighed. "Have you ever seen a ballet dancer's bare feet?" Eddie shook his head. "You don't want to. Jason could never look at mine." It had been a great source of shame for her, and she'd taken to wear socks around him all the time, even when they were in bed.
Eddie rose to his knees by her side, unashamed and unbothered by his nakedness. He might not be a dancer, but he had a dancer's body, Chrissy thought, lean and wiry, though his muscles were not as defined as the male dancers of her acquaintance.
"We've already established that Jason is an idiot," he said. "But he's not here anymore. I am."
The duvet fell out of her grip. His gentle hand lifted it up. Even gentler fingers peeled her tights off. Her legs curled up by reflex, wanting to hide, but his hands were strong despite their gentleness, and they held her ankles while he slipped the tights off, one foot and then the other. Still kneeling, he looked at her feet, his face betraying no emotion. Chrissy glanced at them herself and cringed inwardly. They were worse than she'd thought. Callouses and blisters dotted the joints, the toenails—those that were still intact—were misshapen and bruised, and a huge bunion on the right foot gave her big toe an unsightly bump.
"Does it hurt?" Eddie asked, his voice soft, his fingers brushing feathery-light over the bruises.
"I'm used to it," she said. He was still gazing at her feet. She squirmed, trying to withdraw her leg. "OK, now you've seen how gross they are. Can we move on, please?"
"They're not gross." He lifted his eyes to her face, with something akin to awe in them. "They're beautiful for what they can do, and you should be proud of them."
Still holding her ankles, he caressed her feet, and, to her shock, bent his head and kissed each and every one of her bruises and blisters. The touch of his lips wiped away all her pains, all her fears, all her doubts. It rekindled the fire in her veins as he kissed his way up her legs, his warm breath tickling her skin. Reaching the junction of her legs, he stopped just long enough to slide her underwear off. The guitar pick on his necklace, warm from his body heat, dragged lightly over her inner thigh, making her shiver with anticipation. As his mouth continued its dance over and under her skin, she felt herself dissolving, the fire turning her insides into liquid, and she had to rake her fingers through his curls, clutching at them, to anchor herself. When he finally came up from between her legs and his face was level with hers again, it was all she could do to mumble, "Protection?"
"Sure." He reached for his discarded jeans, found his wallet, and rifled inside for a moment before holding up a condom. "Might have been expired, though," he added sheepishly. "It's been a while."
This moment was too serious for jokes, but Chrissy couldn't help giggling. "What, you don't have girls throwing themselves at you after every gig?" she teased.
"Just the one, and she wouldn't even let me take her on a date first," Eddie said with a smile. He peered at the package. "Nope, still good."
Dropping his head, he kissed her again, a tender kiss that gradually deepened, like a promise of what was to come, as he pushed into her at the same pace, with the same tenderness. Chrissy gasped and bucked her hips at the delicious pressure, only for Eddie to pause and pull back.
"Too hard?" he asked, mistaking her sound of protest for complaint.
"Not hard enough," she growled, drawing him back to her.
He grinned wickedly, the sight of his dimples sending a lightning bolt through her core, and started thrusting deeper into her. A moan escaped her as she moved along with him, legs wrapped around him, fingertips digging into his back to urge him closer, harder, more. Dimly, she thought, I must remember to add this to the list. It was true that she had never done this before. Sex with Jason hadn't been bad, but just as everything with Jason, it had been done on his terms, controlled by him. She'd simply followed his lead and been rewarded for it. With Eddie, she was an equal partner, a fellow choreographer of the dance.
Her body was not liquid now. Their speed increased, from adagio to allegro, and she felt the same way she did whenever she prepared for a big finale, her every muscle and nerve pulled taut like a violin string, building toward the climax.
"God, Chrissy," Eddie rasped into her hair, his breath hot against her neck. "You're perfect. You're so perfect."
"Let go, Chrissy," Eddie rasped into her hair, his breath hot against her neck. "Let it all go."
Let go. It was the one thing she'd never been able to do. In ballet, you're nothing without discipline. Now, at the sound of Eddie's voice, she leaped, body, heart, and soul, into what felt like a grand jeté. Except she didn't come down right away as she would on stage. The jump went on and on, sending waves and waves of ecstasy through her until, a few moments later, Eddie joined her. The waves carried them toward the coda, where they basked, not in the applause of the audience, but in the luxuriating and adoration of each other's bodies, and it was just as gratifying.
***
"I must've added at least ten things to my list just this evening alone," Chrissy said.
They were lounging on the sofa bed, enjoying an impromptu picnic of junk food, being too tired and lazy to even order dinner. Eddie sat against the back of the sofa, and Chrissy nestled in his lap, where she could feed him or turn around and kiss him whenever she wanted, which was often.
"What ten things?" he asked, his mouth grazing over her hair.
She picked up his hand and touched her lips to his fingertips, dropping little kisses on them as she counted, "I've never played the piano, I've never kissed anyone first, I've never had a make-out session in the studio, I've never—well, I've never let anyone see my feet in bed." She thought about it, and added, "And I've never eaten after sex."
"That's just five things," Eddie said, chuckling.
Chrissy turned around. She cupped his face, brushing her thumbs over the dimples that framed his smile. "I count them twice because I've never done any of that with you," she said.
She meant it as a romantic thing, but Eddie's smile faltered. "That just means you'll complete your list sooner, doesn't it?" he said.
Oh no. She hadn't thought about it that way. Eddie believed that once her list of one hundred things was completed, she would have no more use for him. And who could blame him? After all, this whole thing had started with her blackmailing him. He would be correct to think she was that mercenary. In fact, if Chrissy had considered the list the week before, or even just the day before, she might have agreed with him. But now, after what they had just shared, she couldn't imagine not seeing him again.
"The list won't be complete any time soon," she told him.
Eddie frowned. "Why? How many things do you have on it now?"
"I don't know, and I don't care. But I'm not stopping at a hundred anymore. I'll just keep adding to it, for as long as I can."
Eddie was quiet as he took this in. "As in... you'll keep trying new things with me?" he asked slowly. Chrissy nodded. At that, his smile returned, brighter than ever. Just as she had done, he took her face between his hands, drew her to him, and kissed her, a deep, steady kiss that was both a promise and a hope.
"Let's see about adding more to that list now, shall we?" he said.
Chrissy laughed. They cleared away the remnants of food, got back into bed, and there was no more talking after that.
Chapter 14
Here's the 1938 version of "Heart and Soul" with vocals.
"“Not––” Fuck. Try again. “Not that I’m not fucking delighted, baby, but––”
“Wanted you to touch me that whole movie,” Chrissy whined, and oh shit, oh shit, she was–– She was rolling her hips–– “Wanted you to touch me for weeks, but you’re so nice and respectful, and I-I just can’t take it anymore.”"
overheated heart (head over heels)
a hellcheer AU by makeshiftcandy
rated E | 5k | ch 1/1
can I request something with Eddie. Chrissy and reader experimenting together? There is such a lack of the three of them together and your writing is bomb 🥵
hngghhh u >:(
18+ mdni. cw: tongue fucking, wlw, perv!eddie, exhibitionism, threesome, throatfucking, oral (f & m), blackmailing??? so maybe also dark!eddie
chrissy's a very curious person. she loves trying out new things — weed, new dance routine, food, traveling to new places, clothes, style, all those stuff.
and, oh, she also loves experimenting with women.
you'd been her first, and probably because she trusts you the most. you're her friend. best friend. she trusts you with her whole being; she's seen your tits in the girls locker room, seen your panties when you flip in the air during practice, heard about your sex life. all that usual stuff (girl) best friends do.
when her curiosity got the best of her when she just couldn't stop thinking about phoebe cates and her mouthwatering breasts when she rented out fast times, she took her phone, pressed on your numbers and called you—asked you if she could meet you at skull rock because her parents are downstairs and she doesn't think they'll be pleased to see their daughter with her legs spread out and a girl's head between them.
so you met her beneath that rock, staring up and down at her short skirt and tight tanktop, tits braless that her nipples perk out the thin fabric, and she barely misses the way your legs cross over one another when you met her.
so it's what got you in this position:
a week passes, chrissy sees you everyday after school to experiment. and by that, you both meant her laying down on the pink blanket, legs spread, shirt tucked above her breasts and skirt flipped to her stomach as you delve your head between her legs, lips wrapped around her blushing little button, tongue pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
chrissy's got pretty moans, you think — small, high pitched, dulcet and mellifluous, obvious that she's enjoying this. her ginger hair's spread out the blanket like a halo, yours tangled between her slender fingers when you drag your tongue across her folds, prodding at her tight entrance.
"oh!" her back arches, eyebrows furrowing and eyes rolling to the back of her head, nipples perked by the cold air. "that- that felt good- s-shit,"
she tastes like honey — the slick nectar of old riesling wine. chrissy begins to wonder if you really were just as new to this just like you told her; doubtful when you begin to fuck your tongue inside her, but she doesn't care anymore. you're amazing at it, and no boy (or jason) had ever made her feel this good.
"you taste amazing," your words are muffled by her puffy cunt, nose rubbing at her clit and your tongue curling inside her. chrissy mewls, loud and echoing, birds flapping away from the sudden volume, and you swear you're on the brink of a touchless orgasm.
so with her loud moans, it's the main reason you both had no idea that eddie munson was peeking behind a rock, curious to what the sounds were before he saw the both of you — your ass in the air, wiggling as you delve deeper into chrissy's sweet little pussy, the indent of your mound leaving a wet patch on your panties, chrissy tugging on her nipples and jaw slacked to let out the sweetest moans to ever exist.
fuck, it's like a porno that came to life. his cock abruptly hardens, straining against his tight jeans. the voice in his head tells him to interrupt, to join, and he does— maybe even before he was about interrupt.
because chrissy's eyes open and they land on him immediately. she gasps, her palm pushing on your forehead. he hears your confused 'what?' before you turn to the direction she's looking at.
when she closes her legs, you snap your head behind you, bottom half of your face sheen with the slick of her arousal. your eyes widen at the sight of eddie, with an embarrassed blush and a boner that makes him feel like his dick would explode.
"fuck," you wipe your mouth, helping chrissy tug her shirt down and adjust her skirt, but eddie stops you to it.
you both obey (weirdly), her shirt slanted with one breast out and your bra strap still tugged down your arms. eddie walks over to you in short strides, until he's standing upon you with a perverted hard on and confidence that covered his body in brazen flames.
"don't tell anyone, please," chrissy begs, crossing her arms over her chest. "eddie, my parents will kill me. just, please don't tell anyone-"
"hey, no no no," his arms reach out, heart aching at the desperate look on chrissy's face. but you—shit, you looked unashamed. embarrassed, maybe, a tad bit shy, but your eyebrows raise as if you're ready to fight back at any judgement he'd spit out about women being together. it makes his cock twitch again. "i'm just- i'm not gonna tell anyone. i just thought, maybe, you guys needed some... help,"
you narrow your eyes at him. "help? what for? i think i know how to eat a girl's pussy, munson."
"that's not what i meant," he chuckles. "okay. fine. maybe, if you guys would let me... help, then i wouldn't tell anyone." eddie cocks his head to the side. "what? i need something in return, too. i popped a boner and i hope you guys know how painful this shit is."
chrissy's uncertain, your interest is piqued, and eddie's waiting.
but both of you agree in the end anyway.
when chrissy sees eddie's cock deep in your throat, the taste of your cunt in her mouth, she forgets about the fact that eddie practically blackmailed her. but when he's telling her what to do, she might not even care about it at all.
"rub her clit, chris," he instructs, thrusting in your mouth, chuckling condescendingly at your gags. eddie's cock bulges out your throat, his heavy sack wiping the tears in your eyes that form, but you grip tight at his ass nonetheless. chrissy's rubs are quick and unforgiving, eyes glossed with hunger. "yeah. fuck- she's moaning around my dick. shit-oh- she loves that, chrissy. fuck her with your tongue, come on, lick her like those ice creams you love."
the thick muscle of her tongue presses flat against your folds, flicking your clit before she suckles on it again. you moan loudly, squeezing eddie's ass, hips bucking against chrissy's face. her nails dig on the thick flesh of your thighs, prying them apart when her face shakes to dive her tongue deeper in your cunt.
"fuck, yeah," he's thrusting deeper in your mouth, hands squeezing your tits, balls tightening at the sight of chrissy moaning at the taste of your cunt. her eyes close, lapping you up, pushing your legs upward. she licks a bold stripe from your ass to your clit, and eddie swears he could just cum then and there
lol idk how to finish this like i already had a thought given to me by @poppy-metal but i was like halfway through and hnggghhhh bghiikuhgfghjkhgh
first off, thank you so so so much for all the love on Behind The Beaded Curtain. i had wanted to start cross posting my fics here from ao3 for a while, and i'm so glad i did.
anyway! i'm running low in inspiration for oneshots so i'm opening up my requests. here is my fic masterlist for examples of my writing style if you're unfamiliar.
𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫:
Stranger Things:
Eddie Munson x Reader [smut/fluff/etc]
Steve Harrington x Reader [smut/fluff/etc]
HellCheer [smut/fluff/etc]
Fargo:
Gator Tillman x Reader [smut/fluff/etc]
Spree:
Kurt Kunkle X Reader [smut/fluff/etc]
i could probably write for any joe keery character, to be totally fair, but those are the ones i am confident in. i will also write for other Stranger Things characters, i just don't feel confident in smut for anyone else yet. i will write for au, fantasy, etc.
i won't write anything to do with pregnancy or abo. nothing against it, I just don't feel comfortable writing that nor could i do it justice.
please feel free to send me requests! if i feel like i can't complete a request, i'll try to send you in the direction of a writer i think can!
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Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Human/Vampire Relationship, Sequel, Blood-Drinking, Role Reversal, Vampire Chrissy Cunningham, Post-High School, Post-Break Up, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eddie Munson Has a Drinking Problem, Other Tags to be Added
Summary: Eight years after she left without a word, Chrissy is back in Hawkins. She's been held prisoner by her maker while Eddie's struggled to make a life for himself post-high school. Even as they wrestle with old feelings and long-simmering resentments, bigger and scarier things are headed straight for them.
Chrissy Cunningham was a good girl. She went to church every Sunday, and she tried her hardest to believe, but how could she believe in a God that took away her brother? How could she believe in a God that gave her parents who blamed her for his death? It was an animal attack, and she was supposed to be watching him. She tried to save him but by the time she heard him scream, he was already gone. Her parents never quite looked at her the same way ever again. She swore her mother hated her.
Nothing was ever good enough for her mother, so Chrissy stopped trying to please her. When she told her mother that morning that she had dumped Jason, her mother screamed bloody murder and told her that she would never find anyone else to put up with her. Chrissy didn't say anything. She just walked out. Now, she needed to deal with these headaches. Drugs seemed like her best option, and who better to get them from than Eddie Munson? He wasn't at all what she thought he would be. When she looked into his eyes, she couldn't help the thought that crossed her mind. My God, he was pretty.
"You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like," Chrissy had admitted.
"What? Mean and scary? Yeah, well, I thought you'd be mean and scary too," Eddie said as he sat back down.
"Me?" Chrissy asked.
"Terrifying," Eddie agreed. "So, in other good news, flattery totally works with me. Twenty-five percent discount. Fifteen bucks. You're robbing me blind here."
She was going to ask if he had anything stronger, really she was, but her intrusive thoughts took over.
"Are you on the table?" Chrissy asked, a bit nervously.
"Pardon?" Eddie asked, his eyebrows raised.
"I heard there are other ways of relieving stress that don't involve drugs," Chrissy said as she rubbed circles into his hand. "So, is the offer of you relieving my stress personally on the table?"
"I-i mean, yeah, if you want, but you should know that I've never done. . .anything," Eddie blushed.
"You haven't even been kissed?" Chrissy asked, and he shook his head. "That's a shame. A pretty boy like you should be kissed."
"Me? Pretty?"
"Very."
Eddie blushed and hid behind his hair. Chrissy stood up, shook her hair out of its ponytail, and moved Eddie's stuff out of the way as she crawled across the picnic table. She placed her legs on either side of Eddie and cupped his face. She leaned toward him and kissed him. Eddie sighed against her lips and kissed her back almost immediately. She almost laughed at how eager he was. She felt his hands shake as he slipped them under the edge of her sweater. She broke the kiss and leaned her forehead against his.
"I'm nervous too," Chrissy said..
"You are?" Eddie asked.
"I've kissed before, but I've never had sex," Chrissy said.
"You and Carver never. . .?" Eddie asked.
"Nope, we were basically arranged to be married. Both he and my mother wanted me to remain pure for when we eventually did marry," Chrissy rolled her eyes. "Meanwhile, he was fucking a couple of my cheerleaders."
"That's. . .barbaric," Eddie said. "And are you sure you want to give it up to me?"
"Eddie?"
"Yeah?"
"Take off my panties."
"Right."
He hands slid under the skirt and tugged her underwear down. Chrissy grabbed his hand and guided towards her dripping cunt.
"See? I'm already so wet for you, Eddie," Chrissy said sweetly.
"Fucck!"
She pulled him up, her legs squeezing his waist, and began to undo his belt. Chrissy fumbled with it before getting it undone. She pushed his pants down, leaving him in his boxers, and pulled out his cock. She pushed him back down onto the bench and moved to straddle his waist.
"Wait. . . I don't have anything," Eddie said.
"It's okay, I'm on birth control," Chrissy said.
"Oh."
She spat into her hand and began stroking his already hardening length. Eddie groaned, and his eyes rolled back into his head. She guided it to her entrance and slowly sank down onto his dick. She wasn't sure he would fit at first, but she managed it. Chrissy began to move, rocking her hips slowly. Their moans echoed into the trees. It was soon getting very hot, their skin sticky with sweat. Eddie had to remove his shirt. Chrissy followed with her sweater and her top. She thought about leaving her bra on, but no, she wanted him to see them, to suck on them. She unhooked her bra and slid it off. Eddie cupped them, a thumb sweeping over her nipple and pinching it. Chrissy let out a stuttering moan. Eddie attached his lips to her neck as he caressed her breast while her fingers grazed the tattoos on his chest. Chrissy grinded down harder and faster, her hands moving to grip his back as she burrowed her face against his neck. Meanwhile, Eddie placed her hands on her hips and helped her move. He finally unloaded inside of her, and once he did that, she finally collapsed against him. He was still inside of her, but neither one of them wanted to move from the embrace.
"That was -
"So fucking awesome!" Eddie exclaimed and Chrissy giggled.
She leaned back and kissed him. She pushed herself off of his dick and sat back on top of the table. Eddie pulled out his bandana and got to work cleaning her up then himself. Eddie leaned over and kissed her.
"Fuck you're so beautiful," Eddie said breathlessly.
"Come here, there's something I wanted to do," Chrissy said, blushing as she leaned forward and placed gentle bites on his tattoos. "Sorry, was that weird?"
"Sometimes you just have to bite the things that you like," Eddie said.
He leaned down and placed equally gentle bites right in the top of her breast. He wrapped his tongue briefly around her nipple before pulling away. He pulled on his shirt and handed Chrissy her underwear. She slipped them on along with the rest of her clothing as Eddie pulled on his jacket and vest.
"I was wondering if we could do that again some time," Chrissy said, shyly biting her lip.
"Yeah, I love you! I mean, fuck, I would love too. Okay. That was weird, sorry," Eddie laughed, and Chrissy giggled. "Um, would you like to have dinner with me tonight? You could come over if you wanted to. I actually like to cook, you know."
"I would love to. Walk me to class?" Chrissy asked, and he nodded.
Chrissy grabbed his hand and put her scrunchie on his wrist before entertwining their fingers. Eddie gazed at her affectionately, his eyes twinkling. He had to look ahead a few minutes later when he ran into a tree, which caused Chrissy to laugh. Eddie wrapped an arm around her waist, tickling her mercilessly, and then pulled her to his side. As soon as they walked into school, everyone stared at them, which Chrissy thought was simply delightful. Jason stormed up to them.
"You dumped me for the freak!" Jason yelled.
"No, I dumped you because your personality was as big as your dick which according to half of the cheerleaders, is very hard to find," Chrissy replied, and Eddie nearly choked on his spit. "Eddie's, however, can be seen from space."
Jason was too angry to say anything else and walked away.
"Is it really big?" Eddie asked her.
"You almost didn't fit, honey," Chrissy said.
He hid his face in her neck, cheeks red. Chrissy chuckled.
"I really like you," Eddie said, his voice muffled against her neck.
Eddie: Princess you know exactly where my mouth was last night do you really think a little morning breath is going to bother me?
Eddie is so the type to make absolutely absurd naughty remarks just to make Chrissy blush and wine. Chrissy really is the epitome of the "I'm shy but deep down wanna get fucked like a whore" meme.
He Looks Up Grinning Like a Devil
—Eddie Munson X Chrissy Cunningham
Word Count: 1.3K
Warnings: Bondage, cum denial, possessive Eddie, alternating POV, established relationship, smut, oral sex (f receiving), nipple play, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, slight Dom/sub dynamics (m Dom, f sub).
His tongue was deep inside her, licking and suckling at just the right spots, pulling moan after moan from her.
"Eddie..." Chrissy mewled, her face warm and contorted in pleasure.
Eddie said nothing, he didn't need to. He swirled his tongue around her clit, sending a pulse of pleasure throughout Chrissy's core. She tried to squeeze her legs together but Eddie's head prevented her from doing so. In fact, she couldn't go anywhere even if she tried.
Eddie had either of Chrissy's wrists pinned to his bed frame and her thighs slung over his shoulders while he ate her out. It was something they just recently tried and Chrissy was surprised how much she enjoyed it. In fact, she was the one who broached the subject.
"So, I read this story in Cosmo... about this couple who tried this thing in bed--"
Soon after that, the silk scarves became part of their routine. Eddie would pin Chrissy's wrists back while he kissed her and then, once she was sated and bound, he would fuck her in any way he pleased until she was shaking and crying.
Tonight was no different.
"Jesus Christ, Eddie." Chrissy whined as Eddie licked her to the brink of an orgasm. She felt the familiar build up and her skin felt like it was on fire. "I'm gonna cum!"
And no sooner than she said it did Eddie completely withdraw from her, leaving Chrissy empty and pulsating around nothing. She made an affronted squawk- how dare he! She had been so close to finishing, she could feel a phantom orgasm ghosting through her body
"Eddie!" Chrissy whined.
Eddie crawled over Chrissy's body, balancing himself over her in a push-up position. He held himself up by his fists and drank Chrissy in, admiring the ways in which her body reacted to him.
He leaned down and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking harshly. Marking Chrissy up was almost as enjoyable as making her cum. Eddie relished in the fact that everyone would know Chrissy was his.
He lowered his body onto Chrissy's, his bare chest flush against hers. The only clothes he still had on were his black ripped jeans. Chrissy, on the other hand, was completely naked for him.
While he sucked a bruise onto on nipple, he used his right hand to feel up the other side. Chrissy moaned at the dual sensation.
Eddie was so evil, bringing her to the brink of pleasure just to draw back and then wind her up again. Everyone who had ever warned her about him was right- he was a devil. A delectable, hedonistic, euphoric devil who lured her into his garden.
And she would happily rot away here. The thought of spending her days in Eddie's bed, twisted into any position he wanted her, taking pounding after pounding, orgasming to the point that her vocal chords gave out. Everyone loves to say that Eddie hypnotized Chrissy- used some kind of dark magic to kidnap her. And if that were the case? Chrissy was more than happy to spend the rest of her days bare fleshed with her captor as his pliable, fuckable doll.
Without warning, Eddie reached down with his free hand and slid a finger into her, filling the void left when he removed his head from between her legs.
"More, Eddie please, use two fingers, I need more." Chrissy begged, her eyes screwing shut.
He released her tit from his mouth and placed a series of wet, open-mouthed kisses to her chest. "Anything you desire, my love." He said, adding another finger.
Chrissy moaned from the extra pressure. Two fingers wasn't quite comparable to Eddie's dick but it was something. He pumped his two fingers in and out of her quickly, then added a third.
"Ah!" She cried out, yanking her arms against the restraints. She wanted to tangle her fingers into Eddie's hair; stroke his face, run her nails down his back, palm him through his jeans, something.
"You wanna get your hands all over me, dontcha, pretty girl?" Eddie purred.
Chrissy nodded pathetically.
"Please, Eddie I want to touch you."
Eddie crawled further up her body and placed a kiss to her lips, then her jaw, then her collarbone, and then he trailed a line of kisses across her shoulder, and down her arm , all the way to her wrists where she was tied up.
He sat up and grabbed the two ends of the scarf. Chrissy sighed in relief at the opportunity to finally touch Eddie... until she felt him tighten the restraints.
"Eddie!" Chrissy pouted.
Eddie smirked as he tightened the other restraint.
"Sorry, sweetheart, I just love watching you squirm." Eddie took Chrissy's chin in his hand and gave her a lazy smile. "You can touch me all you want after I get my dick in you, kay?"
Chrissy nodded, though a pout remained. She wanted to touch Eddie, desperately, but she also knew what was coming next would be even more thrilling.
Eddie disrobed completely and stroked himself before he climbed onto the bed once more. He teased her with just the tip, swirling his head around her entrance before he finally pushed into her.
"Ahh!" Chrissy cried as her walls were stretched out from Eddie's girth.
Once he bottomed out, Chrissy sighed contentedly.
Eddie silenced her sigh with a kiss, eagerly mashing his lips against hers. He slid his tongue in and kissed her hard and deep.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he placed his large hands on her hips and nuzzled into her neck.
"You ready for me?"
Chrissy nodded, pressing her forehead to Eddie's.
"I'm ready."
With her go ahead, Eddie started moving. The two of them had been in a physical relationship for the last two months. It had been hot and heavy from the get-go, as if the two of them were put on this Earth to make love to one another. Eddie usually took his time, but sometimes he was just in the mood to fuck her hard and fast.
He snapped his hips against hers in a ferverish rush. He pumped in and out of her while pressing kisses to her neck. Chrissy tried to pull against the restraints again, but to no avail. Eddie double-knotted them this time.
All she could do was lay there while Eddie fucked her until she came.
The pressure was almost dizzying. Eddie managed to hit all the right spots. Chrissy threw her head back onto the pillow and screamed as he fucked her.
She was panting, moaning, sweating, and she could feel Eddie everywhere. It was too much and not enough at the same time. Chrissy could feel her forgotten orgasm from earlier building back up.
"Eddie, I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead, sweetheart." He said, kissing her.
It didn't take more than a few thrusts before Chrissy was cumming, hard. She cried out as the sensation ricocheted through her entire body.
Eddie didn't stop, though. He fucked her through her orgasm until he was spilling into her as well. He gritted his teeth but couldn't help the little scream that fell from his lips. Chrissy was his undoing, she always had been.
Chrissy panted, absolutely spent from the exertion. Eddie disappeared into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. When he came back, he cleaned her up and placed kisses to her thighs while he did so.
He tossed the washcloth into the hamper and then untied the scarves, but not without taking each of her hands in his and pressing delicate kisses to her wrists.
"How do you feel, Barbie?"
Chrissy giggled at the nickname. She was in a daze. She felt completely at ease and honestly couldn't remember the last time she was this relaxed. Eddie seemed to have that effect on her, ever since that day in the woods.
