Something A Bit More

“my nephew may look dangerous..”

to WHO?

dangerous WHERE?

One Cat to Rule Them All

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: Eddie comes home with a kitten.

Word Count: 0.4k

Warnings: fluff, established relationship, Eddie and reader become cat parents

AN: this is the product of watching too many tiktoks about the cat distribution system. I hope you all like it!

You heard the front door open from where you stood in the kitchen making yourself something to eat, “Hi, Eddie!”

“Hi.”

His voice sounded off to you, not in a bad way, like he was upset or hurt, but just off, like he was hiding something. You walked out of the kitchen to see him standing by the door, his leather jacket zipped up all the way, and his arms crossed over his chest.

You looked at him with suspicion, “What’s up, Eddie?”

“Nothing…absolutely nothing of interest going on over here.” He flashed you a smile in hopes that you wouldn’t investigate any further.

“Eddie, I can tell when you’re lying you know that.” You looked at him with amusement.

“Like I said, there’s nothing going…” a quiet meow came from inside his jacket and Eddie cringed, “on.”

You walked over to him and unzipped his jacket to reveal a little grey kitten, “Eddie what did you do?”

“Before you say anything, the rules of the cat distribution system are very clear.” He gently pulled the kitten out from his jacket and you watched it stretch and yawn and melted instantly.

“Aww! He’s so cute!”

“I know right, I found him when I was leaving the garage. I looked around to try and find his mom, but I think he was alone.”

“Poor little guy,” you scratched the kitten’s head and it began to purr, “should we keep him?”

“Like I said, the rules of the cat distribution system are very clear,” he smirked, “he’s our son now.”

 “Well, we have the cutest son on the planet, yes we do!” you continued to scratch the kitten’s head and spoke to him in a baby voice, “I guess we’ll need to run to the pet store tomorrow to get food, a litter box, toys.”

“What should we do in the meantime?”

“Well, we can give him some milk, and I guess we could empty out one of the boxes in the closet and let him sleep there for the night.”

“Sounds good.”

“What should we name him?”

Eddie took a moment to think, wracking his brain for a perfect name, “How about Gandalf?”

“Yes!” you took Gandalf from Eddie and held him up to your face, “one cat to rule them all.”

Eddie let the inaccuracy slide as he looked at you adoringly, “I love you.”

“I love you too, but just know that if I could only save one of you from some type of impending doom, I’m saving our son.”

Eddie laughed, “I would expect nothing less.”

so hear me out. semi popular, but shy, reader and eddie munson. now when i say semi popular i mean like good social status but not cheerleader level or nothing. so one day you approach the hellfire club sans eddie. hand them a note and tell them to pass it onto the dungeon master. it’s a meeting request for either your car, the courtyard, or the woods at the end of the day. so he comes and he’s got his little lunchbox with the drugs and he’s ready to make you a deal and you shyly tell him like “no i just… will you take my virginity?” and he’s shocked as fuck but goddamn if he’d say no to those bright wide “fuck me” eyes you’re giving him. he’s quick to give in. and then that weekend he’s got you pressed against his mattress practically feeding your cunt his cock. stretching you so wide and ravishing in the pretty sounds you let out and the pretty tears falling from your eyes as he stares at where your bodies connect, where your sweet little virgin cunt is crying for him. and every sound you let out he murmurs “i know pretty girl. feels so good huh? yeah baby let it out i gotcha. there it is. there’s my good girl” he absolutely makes you cum more than once. he’ll pull three orgasms out of you before he even thinks about cumming. then when you’re spent, he lets you cuddle up to him, fall asleep on his chest tracing his tattoos. and he prays to god this isn’t the last time he’ll be buried balls deep in that cunt. cus he still has so much he wants to do to you. and so many ways he wants to corrupt you. k bye bye noa love you so much!! 🫶🏽

- secret (apparently extremely horny) moot 🤭🤭

TJIS GAVE ME SO MANY BUTTERFLIES HOLY FUCK THIS IS GOOD thank you secret apparently extremely horny moot i love u

Eddie recording you guys fucking

OOOH omg he would probably want to try it out one day, because you’re just a goddess to him and he wants to film it so he can watch it back later. but also, he would praise and degrade you so much during it 😵‍💫 he usually wasn’t too extreme during sex but eddie in front of a camera? a whole different person. “come on baby, show the camera how much of a dirty fucking slut you really are” while he’s fucking you roughly from behind, or “hmm, just like that my love, you’re sucking my dick even better when there’s a camera pointed at you” when he’s feeling a bit nicer and he wants to praise you

Eddie would have this ring sword for knighting purposes during DND.

Oh Him? That’s just Eddie Part 1: Who is that?

Masterlist: here

Tag list: @akiratoro420

A/N: I am so excited for this series, also reminder this is a super duper slow burn. Enjoy✨

*Eddie just likes your snacks and doesn’t know who the fuck Steve Harrington is*

Reminder that Jason backed down almost immediately in the cafeteria scene, that Eddie manhandled Steve with ease in the boathouse scene, that he killed a demobat on his own and that Jason wouldn't attack him without backup. He has beat the shit out of people before, undoubtedly. Good for him.

Bucket of Sunshine Part 3: Lunch

Masterlist: here

Tag List: @aheadfullofsteverogers @robyn-118 @emma77645

A/N: Eeeekk only 2 more updates left, I feel like Eddie is slowly softening up what do y’all think?👀☀️

*Eddie just wants to know where you’re at but of course you have to be difficult*

He’s a Perv but He’s Hot

Kinktober 2022: Day 7

Pairing: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader

Kink: Panty Kink 

Words: 2.1k

Summary: Eddie walked in on you changing and now he can’t get you out of his mind, and he thought he was a perv for thinking about you like that but little did he know that you liked him as well. 

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (sixty-nine sex position, oral sex (m!receiving and f!receiving), vaginal fingering, slight!nipple play, panty kink, Eddie being a perv (obviously)), fluff, Eddie and reader being dorks 

a/n: Sorry for not posting this on time! I was at a wedding for my cousin but I will do my best to make up what I didn’t post. I hope you enjoy this!

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bump n’ grind

a lil continuation to gimme a hand wherein our lovely reader helps eddie out after an embarrassing mistake.

18+ mdni. again, mostly just smut. maybe some angst towards the end i guessss. eddie munson x female reader.

eddie’s on cloud nine.

his head floating well above the pretty pink room he was currently in.

not entirely sure how he ended up here but also not at all angry about it. a night of rum and beer had lead him to this.

sarah.. savanna.. something, sits atop of his lap, bouncing off of his thighs like a jacked up rabbit.

he’s clawing at her back, trying and failing, to keep a steady grip on her wild body. appreciating the soft squeaks that left her mouth with every bounce.

and before he can really think about it enough to stop his mouth, he says it. wanting to dig his own grave the second his lips spread.

a long, drawn out iteration of your name.

she stops, immediately. breathless as she grips his shoulders, “what’d you say?”

his cock aches and his cheeks burn, any hope that she’d just ignore it and continue had flown out of the window, “what?” acting clueless, “i didn’t.. didn’t say anything.”

eddie knows full well what had slipped out of his loose lips, muscle memory from the embarrassing amount of times he had whined your name while imagining that it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead.

“you said somebody else’s name,” she frowns, sounding far too close to a possessive girlfriend rather than the one night stand that she actually was.

“did i? i don’t really remember.. does it matter?” with full sincerity, wondering if she was going to stay on his dick or climb off and throw him out.

“if i’m having sex with someone, i at least expect them to know my name,” she scowls, clambering from his lap to the empty space next to him.

“shit,” he mumbles, head in his hands, “fuck. i’m sorry,” sobering up instantly, embarrassed by his blunder.

she sighs, taking pity on his pathetic self, “is she your ex or something?” re-dressing herself with an old t-shirt, rightfully putting an end to their encounter.

“no..” eddie frowns, shaking his head, “she’s my.. my friend.”

best friend actually. making it all the more confusing and complicated. he’d spare her of all the gory details, for her sake.

“oh,” the girl gawps, stifling her laugh. “you should tell her,” leaning over to grab her phone, no doubt to tell all of her friends about eddie’s embarrassing freudian slip.

he’d deserve it.

-

eddie perches on the end of your bed, not daring to move any closer for fear of losing it and touching you like he dreamed of doing.

it had been four months, two weeks and five days since you’d jerked him off in that tiny bathroom.

not that he was counting.

and still nothing more had happened between you. a few instances where eddie had thought you were close but nothing of any real consequence.

nevertheless, a day hadn’t passed since where he hadn’t thought about it at least once.

he’s memorised every single frame of that video, all the times you pant and twist your hand. the exact second his phone falls onto the counter and the video changes to an image of the back of his head.

every. last. detail.

you jab your foot into his back, peering over your phone screen to frown at him, “what’s wrong with you?”

eddie sighs, letting his shoulders slump, still staring at the torn ac/dc poster he had ripped off the wall for you. it reminds him too much of times where things weren’t so complicated.

“i hooked up with someone the other day,” he states monotonously, uncaring anymore about telling you what had really happened.

“okay?” you jab him again, “why are you sad about that?” confusion echoing.

“i’m not sad.”

you sit up, the mattress shifting behind him, “then what the fuck’s your problem?” leaning forward to rest your chin on his shoulder, in that similar position you were in all those months ago.

sometimes he wishes you’d never touched him. that he had just settled with chrissy and you had never been an option. not that you really were now, still unobtainable, taunting and teasing him.

“i said your name,” he exhales in one big breath, “i said your name while i was having sex with her.”

his shoulders felt lighter now, despite you still resting on them. something about the relief of finally letting you know how he felt. embracing his stupidity.

“really?” your mouth falls open, “holy shit, that’s funny,” he can feel your hands creep up his back, sending shivers over his skin.

eddie shakes his head, at a loss for words. he could see how you’d find it funny, but he couldn’t see the humour in it himself. in fact, it was a marker for the absolute desperation he felt towards your new complex relationship. not only had you taken over all of his waking thoughts, but you’d somehow subliminally crept into his intoxicated mind thoo.

“what were you thinking about? when you said it,” you pry, head twisting around to look at him.

“you.”

“me?” you rasp, right into his ear. “what about me?” feeling your breath against his cheek, transporting him straight back to wayne’s cramped bathroom.

his eyes fall shut, like he’s in some humiliation ritual, getting off to the way you teased him so.

“that video.. that stupid video,” he whispers, tuned in to every twitch of your fingers on his back, your soft breaths in his ear.

“oh,” he can hear the smirk in your voice, unwilling to open his eyes to see it again, “is that it? just the video?”

he doesn’t understand why you’re asking so many questions. obviously enjoying the way he squirmed under your touch, antsy and reluctant to say anything.

“i was.. picturing you were her,” he squeezes out, blood rushing to not only his cheeks, but his cock too.

“aw,” you coo, hand sliding higher, “tell me how it felt,” voice thick with desire, fingers circling around his shaking shoulders.

“good..” his eyes squeeze together, feeling his jeans shift uncomfortably, “not as good as you did,” almost begging, pleading for it.

you hum, your other hand finding the top of his thigh, dangerously close to the tent in his jeans.

if you kept this up, he’d cum all over his fucking pants.

you squeeze the skin, a low grumble from yours lips, “what position were you in?”

oh god.

“w-why?” eddie chokes, seeing stars behind his eyelids.

“i just wanna know, eds.. so i can picture the scene.”

his head tilts back, allowing you the opportunity to creep into the crook of his neck, traces of your lips just barely touching the sensitive skin.

“please tell me,” you mumble, vibrating against his trachea, making his toes curl, grounding himself with the rough carpet.

“she was on top,” he spits, balling his fist around your blanket.

it didn’t feel real between his fingers, poorly substituting your body for the cotton.

“oh,” you shift, the bed frame creaking as you clamber into his lap, resting atop of his thighs. “like this?”

he doesn’t open his eyes. can’t, not without cumming his pants right there. but he can feel you, perched just below his crotch,

“what’d she do now? hmm?” dragging your nails down his chest, your fingers prod at his skin, forcing him to flop back against the mattress.

the space allows you to shuffle upwards, your cunt brushing against his aching cock, leaving him no choice but to turn into pure mush beneath you.

“fuck,” he breathes, daring a glance in hopes to keep the image ingrained in his mind forever.

your hips begin to grind against his crotch, groaning softly with your palms flat to his chest.

“you like that?” you purr, rocking back and forth on top for he rough denim of his jeans.

“i need you.. fuck, please,” he keens, fingertips so firmly pressed into your waist that they’d leave indentations for days.

you don’t respond, sighing softly as the friction between you grows stronger, cruel and twisted in the way you tease him.

he doesn’t understand what all of these almost-encounters mean. it’s like you want him but not fully. holding yourself back for the right moment or perhaps just trying to keep him going until somebody else came along.

his hands slide around to your ass, moving with every jerk and cant of your hips. gruff, frustrated sighs leave his mouth, mixing somewhere in the air with your whiny moans. need and urgency ricocheting around the walls of your room, yet neither one of you prepared to take it all the way.

“jesus eds, are you gonna cum?” you breathe, as much as this was for his benefit, you were getting off as well.

that alone makes this other worldly. even if he was doing absolutely none of the work, you were writhing and gasping just as he was.

it’s almost incomprehensible how much you using him to get off was frying his brain.

eddie was about to combust, the closeness of it all, so near and yet still so far apart. two layers of clothes felt like a million miles. finally brave enough to open his eyes, hoping to keep this image seared into his brain forever.

“yeah.. yeah i’m gonna cum,” he whines, jerking his hips up to meet yours, rocking against each other in perfect rhythm, “please.. oh fuck- fuckfuckfuck,” his cock positioned perfectly between your folds, covering your pajama shorts with your slick.

“good boy,” you breathe, fingers twisted into his shirt, tugging at the fabric, not letting up on your torturous grinding.

your tone is somewhere between mocking and sincere, but he doesn’t care. doesn’t have the brain capacity to if he’s honest.

his cock twitches against his boxers, hips shuddering into the air as an uncomfortable warmth overtakes his crotch.

“oh god.. shit,” the sudden realisation of the mess in his pants, how grotesquely down bad he was for you, hits all at once.

your lips curve, shuffling down to the top of his thighs. you don’t exchange words, just a sly glance that erupts into giggles. leaning down to peck his lips as your hands let go of their hold on his chest.

eddie’s hands don’t move, gripping onto your hips, hoping you’ll stay there for the rest of eternity. not only had he cum in his pants, he had done so at a disturbingly fast rate. a few minutes of what was essentially dry humping had left him sticky and full of shame.

“are you ever gonna let me fuck you?” he asks, practically begging for your mercy, needing to know for his own sake.

he likes to think that if you said no, he’d be able to walk away with his dignity, to never let this embarrassing display for pathetic yearning happen again.

yet deep down, he also knows that that’ll never happen. you could string him along forever and ever and he’d never do a thing about it other than cherish the moments you let him touch you.

your laugh topples over, slinging your leg over his waist to kneel beside his lifeless body, “one day,” kneeing him softly in the side, “go get changed, i’m hungry,” climbing off of the mattress, disappearing from his eyesight.

his head flops back onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted, ignoring the feel of his boxers clinging to his skin and the inevitable wet patch seeping through to his jeans.

an insatiable churning in his stomach for more, for you.

but eddie is eddie, so instead of doing any of the things that he really wanted to do, he rolls off of your bed with a sigh, shimmying out of his jeans just as you’d asked him to.