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munsonsmixtapes · 28 days

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Guilty as Sin?

Inspired by the Taylor Swift song because it has been stuck in my head and it’s just so Eddie coded

mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader

summary: Because of a misunderstanding, people think that you and Eddie slept together and are quick to judge you for it even though the only sex with Eddie you’ve had has all been in your head.

word count: 4.2k

cw, MDNI 18+ smut (p in v) hurt/comfort

Rain pattered against the building as you sat that the front desk, doodling on your little notepad, humming along to the song that was playing from your Walkman. The car repair shop where you worked had very little customers considering that it was morning and raining. You never minded when it was slow, though. You liked being able to just sit there and get paid to surf the internet or work on your drawings. In your mind, it was a win-win.

You could hear commotion coming from the back and could just tell that everyone’s favorite employee had showed up for their shift. You turned in your chair and watched Eddie Munson push through the door that led to part of shop where you were. He had yet to change into his uniform, dressed in a muscle tank and a pair of jeans. It was almost unfair that someone could be that attractive.

You turned back to your drawing and continued to doodle, trying to not make your attraction obvious. Sure, the two of you had been flirting for months, but that didn’t mean he needed to know just how much you wanted to be with him. He was just so cool and hot and you didn’t think that he felt the same way.

You felt Eddie’s hand rest on your shoulder as he leaned over to get a glimpse at what you were working on. He always complimented your skills and had even kept the little drawings you had given to him in his wallet, a reminder of his adorable coworker.

“What are you working on this time, trouble?” His mouth was right by your ear, the breath coming from his lips, tickling your skin. You closed your eyes, imaging what it would have been like having him whispering the dirtiest things into your ear while he pounded into you.

Your dirty thoughts had been getting out of hand as your crush on Eddie had progressed. Anytime you were around him, it was as if your mind had flipped a switch, the most impure thoughts taking over it.

You could practically imagine how it would all go; him saying the sweetest thing that juxtaposed the firm grip he had on your waist. Moans slipping past your lips as you left scratches down his back to signify your pleasure. Him thrusting into you fast and hard, claiming you as his and afterwards, he’d pull you into his arms, scrawling the letters M-I-N-E across your thigh to really signify that you belonged to him.

“Is that a turtle?” Eddie let out a chuckle and a chill ran down your spine at the feeling of his breath on your skin. “That’s so cute!” He gave your shoulder a squeeze and you finally turned to him, showing him the smile that he had grown very fond of.

You studied his face and noticed that he hadn’t shaved like he usually did. His facial hair was growing in quite nicely and you could practically imagine the way it would scratch against your skin as he kissed you roughly, taking exactly what he wanted from you as you were pliant underneath him.

“Even gave it a top hat.” You held the small piece of paper up to him and he took it, your fingers brushing as he did so.

You watched him hold the thing up to his face and chuckled at the fact that he never wore his glasses because he didn’t like the way they made him look. You supposed you could understand what he meant, but thought his need to see should have outweighed his want to look “cool.”

“This is really good. Mind if I keep it?” Who were you to say no when he was smiling at you, his chocolate eyes all warm and gooey?

“Of course I don’t mind.” He ripped the page from the pad then pulled his wallet from his pocket, carefully placing it with the cash he carried. He then closed the wallet before putting it back where he found it, patting the spot to make sure that it was safe and secure.

“So, what are your plans tonight?” He leaned on the counter, his face just inches from yours. You could smell the tobacco on his breath and even though you never liked the scent, it mixed nicely with whatever cologne he was wearing.

Eddie always asked what you were going to be up to after you got off work, but his tone sounded different…almost as if he was asking you out. But he couldn’t have been doing that, right? Maybe you were just reading too much into it.

You supposed that you would’ve never found out because right as you were about to answer, there was a lot of commotion coming from the shop. It wasn’t the usual yelling that you were used to, it was louder and angrier, tools clattering around as the screaming continued.

You rushed to the door that led to the shop, looking through the tiny window and you let out a loud gasp as you caught sight of Jason Carver. Eddie stood behind you and you turned to him, seeing his eyes widen in fear as he realized who you were looking at.

Jason’s head snapped in your direction and you grabbed onto Eddie’s shoulder, pulling him down with you as you ducked down out of Jason’s view. Despite your quick movements, he still caught sight of the metalhead, making a beeline for the door.

You didn’t know why, but you felt the need to protect Eddie. He had experienced so much shit in his life and you decided that he needed someone in his corner. Someone who would be there for him no matter what. And why couldn’t that someone have been you?

You grabbed hold of his hand and pulled him along, searching in panic for somewhere you could escape to. Your eyes locked on the supply closet across the room and you raced to it, opening the door as quickly as you could, pulling Eddie inside with you before shutting the door.

You pulled the string between the two of you and warm light spread through the room, showing you just how badly everything needed to be cleaned as dust covered every single surface and product that sat on the shelves behind Eddie.

You both stood there, catching your breath, trying to get your heart rates down. Your gaze locked on Eddie’s and your eyebrows furrowed, seeing that little sparkle of mischief in his chocolate eyes. Just by the look on his face, you could tell that he had been up to something. Something that had to with Jason Carver’s anger.

“You did something to Jason’s car, didn’t you?” You crossed your arms over your chest, raising one of your eyebrows. Eddie could never lie to you, but he was considering it, knowing that you wouldn’t be happy with what he had done. He couldn’t disappoint yet another person.

“Maybe,” he shrugged, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. You stepped closer to him in an attempt to intimidate him even though both of you knew that you couldn’t do it even if you tried.

“Maybe I cut his brake line.” He shrugged again, speaking so causally as if he was telling you the weather forecast.

“Eddie!” You gave his shoulder a shove. If Eddie had done it on his own time, you wouldn’t have bat an eye since you didn’t like Jason either, but you really didn’t want him to lose his job because he let his anger get the best of him.

“Hey, he deserved it,” he pointed at you. “He was walking through the shop all smug because he had gotten your number and was rubbing it in my face.” You weren’t sure where Jason would have gotten your number since you hadn’t given it to him. He had asked, but you had politely told him to fuck off.

“I didn’t give him my number.” You shook your head and Eddie stepped forward so the two of you were toe to toe.

“You didn’t?” His head titled to the side to the side. He should have known you well enough that you couldn’t have been paid to give your number to the guy.

“No, of course not. He’s an ass.” Eddie let out a sigh of relief. He had thought he had lost you for a second. Considering how much you both had shit talked Jason, he almost felt betrayed. He should have known it was all bullshit and that you wouldn’t have touched the guy with a ten foot pole.

“Which is exactly why I cut his brake line,” he grumbled. You reached and grabbed onto his arms, pulling him into a hug. He rested his head on your shoulder while his arms wrapped around your waist. He gave you a squeeze while your hands moved up to give his head a scratch.

You hadn’t hugged before in all the months of friendship, but you both had to admit that you liked it. It just felt natural. It was like two puzzle pieces fitting together with the way his head perfectly fit in your neck, your bodies pressed together.

“C’mon, Eds, let’s get out of here before we-” your words were cut off by the door being ripped open, the pair of eyes staring at the both of you in shock. You pushed Eddie away from you as quickly as possible and turned to face Mike-the person who had opened the door-fully, your face getting hot as if you and Eddie had been caught naked. All you had done was hug, nothing inappropriate at all.

“Were you guys-” You couldn’t even believe he was asking. You were fast, but not that fast. And as if you’d fuck in the supply closet where you worked. That was just unprofessional-but maybe you’d throw all of your morals out the window if Eddie had asked if you wanted to have a quickie.

“No,” Eddie cut him off. “We were hiding from Jason.”

“But you were-”

“Just hugging,” you finished. You knew that Mike was young and didn’t know much about sex, but you had hoped that even he knew that that wasn’t what you and Eddie were doing.

You headed back to the desk as Mike spread the rumor like wildfire. You didn’t know why he felt the need to tell people, especially since it wasn’t true. You could see him whispering to people and wondered why they believed him since he was known to spread to misinformation just because he thought it was funny. This however, was not.

Throughout your shift, other employees would pat you on the back in congratulations while the customers judged you with glares and some even insulted you, asking you why you would do such a thing at your place of work and most importantly, why you would have done it with Eddie, who was obviously a devil worshipper.

You couldn’t see why it was seen as a bad thing. Eddie had been a friend to you and he also just so happened to be super hot, which you didn’t understand why more people weren’t trying to hit that.

Okay, maybe you did understand why, but that didn’t mean you agreed. You thought that Eddie was just misunderstood. You had done a campaign with the Hellfire Club and could confirm that there was no satanic worship nor any cult behavior going on. In fact, it was actually just a ton of fun.

You walked home after your seemingly never-ending shift in anger, thinking about nothing but Eddie. You wanted to talk to him, but he left not long after the rumor had spread. You hadn’t blamed him at all. The whole town thought he was evil and now they thought that he had corrupted sweet, innocent you. They wouldn’t have thought you were so sweet and innocent if they saw what you had been thinking about Eddie.

You just wanted to apologize since it had technically been your fault. You honestly wouldn’t have blamed him if he never wanted to talk to you again. You thought it was what you had deserved for all the pain you had caused him.

Just as you pulled your phone out of your pocket to give him a call, Eddie’s van pulled up next to you. He rolled the passenger window down and you were confused by the bright smile on his face.

“Need a ride, trouble?” He asked, his smile getting wider. You didn’t want to be around him, but you figured that being in the air conditioned van was better than walking home in the blazing sun.

You just nodded and hopped into the passenger side, letting out a huff as you threw your purse down into the floorboard. You then slammed the door closed, eating for Eddie to drive, but didn’t. He just put the car in park and sat there, facing you, concern written all over his face.

He had a feeling he knew why you were upset, but was almost afraid to ask. Was he so bad that you had been offended that people had thought that the two of you had fucked in the supply closet? He knew about his reputation around, but he at least thought you were one of the good ones. He thought you were different.

Eddie choked down his fear and scooted as close to you as he could. He then reached out, pushing some hair behind your ear so he could see your pretty face. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you were picking at the skin around your nails, something that he noticed you did when you were upset or anxious.

“What’s going on, hm?” He asked, his voice soft, no judgment behind it. His hand rested on your shoulder and he gave it a reassuring squeeze as you turned to look at him.

The truth was that you were pissed off on Eddie’s behalf. If he was upset, he didn’t show it and that made you mad. If anyone deserved to be pissed off about anything, it was his. He had been the towns punching bag, taking blow after blow because he was accused of being something that he very much was not.

“God, why the fuck does everyone think that it’s their business what’s going on between us?” You turned in your seat to face him, trying to keep your cool but it annoyed you that he was so calm. “Why are you so okay with this? They’re spreading this stupid fucking rumor and there you are with that dopey smile on your face. What the fuck, Eddie?” Eddie’s heart broke at your words. He thought you would have considered it a compliment that people thought you guys had fucked. Maybe he had misread everything and read your flirting very wrong.

“I didn’t know that the thought of us fucking pissed you off so much,” he spit and you leaned back in confusion. You honestly had no idea what he was getting at. “My apologies. Whatever,” he turned back to the steering wheel and put his hand on the gear shift to put the van back in drive. You put your hand over his not wanting him to drive you home without knowing the truth.

“What are you talking about, Eddie?” You asked and his head snapped to you.

“What are you talking about?” It had been a long day and he wasn’t in the mood for an argument, especially not with you. He had lost too many people in his life and really couldn’t risk losing you. He just needed some time to cool off before he could forgive you.

“Do you want to know the reason why I’m pissed? I’m pissed because the rumor isn’t true.” For once, Eddie had absolutely no idea what you were talking about. Why would you have been upset that the rumor wasn’t true? Unless-yeah, no that absolutely wasn’t true. He must have misheard.

“What are you talking about?” Apparently you were going to have to spell it out for him. You took a deep breath and licked your lips before leaning closer to him, wanting him to see the sincerity in your eyes when you told him everything.

“I’ve wanted to sleep with you since the moment I met you, Eddie.” The man’s eyes widened at your confession. So he had been right. He didn’t know why he had doubted himself when the truth had been right in front of him. The very pretty truth.

“You have?” He face lit up as he leaned closer to you, bringing his lips between his teeth as he tried his best to hide his boner that was forming at the thought of actually fucking you. God, he had wanted you just as much as you wanted him. For once, his feelings were reciprocated.

“Yes,” your word came out breathy as you inched forward, your lips ghosting over his. As soon as the word left your mouth, Eddie brought his hand up to the back of you and pushed your face towards his.

His mouth crashed against yours, the kiss messy and rushed, the cause of months and months of pent up want. His hand moved to your jaw, moving your head so he could get more of you, taking exactly what he wanted from you.

The scruff of his unshaven face felt just as good as you imagined scratching at your skin as your hands grabbed onto Eddie’s shirt as your tongue slipped into his mouth, swirling around his own. The two muscles tangled together as you both tried your best to get closer to each other, your desperation getting the best of you.

Eddie’s other hand slid up your shirt, over your bra, squeezing your breast before massaging it the best he could with the fabric in the way. You pulled away as Eddie tried to chase your lips but he stopped when he realized what you were doing. He moved his hand away as you unhooked your bra and took it off before letting the thing clatter against the floor board.

You then took his hand and shoved it back up your shirt so he could continue his task. You placed your mouth back on his and he went back to massaging your tit, his thumb moving to your nipple, giving it the affection he thought it deserved with how hard it had become.

“Oh,” you let out a soft moan into his mouth and his cock hardened even more at the sound. He needed to be inside you at that moment or he swore he was going to cream his pants.

This time, Eddie was the one to pull away, your chests rising and falling at your labored breathing. He looked down at the skirt you were wearing, hoping, praying that you were as wet as he was hard. He had never needed anyone as much as he needed you, ready to have his way with you already.

“Do you want to move things to the back?” He asked, and you nodded enthusiastically, your eyes filling with lust as you did so.

You climbed over the seats and Eddie followed you, both of you kicking off your shoes and socks as you did so. Eddie fell on top of you as he got to the back and you both let out laughs but they quickly died down as his gaze shifted to your lips, nothing but fire behind them.

He pulled you in for a bruising kiss, his tongue finding yours quickly as both of your hands hurriedly undressed each other. Your shirts were off and you both let out gasps, you at his tattoos that you had no idea about and him because your tits were just as hot as he imagined.

“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he brought his lips to yours once again. “The other women in town should be jealous. I bet they are.” Your cheeks burned at his compliments. They fell so easily from his lips and you knew that he always meant every word.

“Not true,” you scoffed as his mouth trailed kisses down to your neck.

“Very true,” he responded, peppering the spot with gentle kisses. “Want me to show you just how beautiful I think you are?” His lips were now by your ear and his hot breath sent shivers down your spine.

“Gonna be really mad if you don’t.”

“Good, because after this, you’re going to be mine.” He brought your earlobe between his teeth and gave it a soft bite, causing a gasp to fall from your lips.

His mouth was on your neck again as his fingers intertwined with yours. He lowered his body down onto yours as he gave the skin a hard suck, eliciting a moan from you.

“Eddie.”

“That’s right,” he chuckled. “Wanna make that sound again?” He gave your neck another suck and you moaned his name once again, the sound making Eddie even more hard.

He grazed your neck with his teeth as one of his hands traveled down to your skirt. He unbuttoned it and easily slid the thing out from under you, tossing it to the side. He teeth grazed your skin and you gasped loudly, your fingers digging into any skin you could find in response to the pleasure.

Eddie removed his mouth from your neck, admiring the red color that adorned it, shining with his spit. He then pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He grabbed a foil packet from it then tossed it aside. He removed his jeans and underwear and you sat up, wanting to get a view of his cock that definitely didn't disappoint. Beads of pre were dripping from it as he rolled the condom onto it and you felt your underwear dampen even more at the thought that he was finally going to be inside.

You pushed him so his back hit the floor and he let out a yelp as his eyes widened at your eagerness. You pressed your lips to his, letting your tongue roam around his mouth before pulling away. Eddie look up at you, his eyes filling with lust at the thought of you taking the reigns.

"I'm on top," you told him, pinning his wrists to the floor. Eddie gulped, his mouth going dry in response at your words. God you were so fucking hot and he hoped you knew that.

"Yes ma'am," he nodded, his breathing labored. You straddled him, slowly settling yourself onto Eddie's cock, the two of you moaning at the sensation. You rolled your hips into him as you slowly rode him, wanting to warm up before getting up to the pace that you usually liked.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he whimpered as you bucked against him.

"I know, honey. I hope you have a lot of energy because we're just getting started." You picked up the pace, riding him faster, watching him completely come undone below you. His eyes were shut tight and his pretty hair was fanned out on the floor. He looked so fucking hot and that image was definitely going to be burned into your brain forever.

Sex with Eddie had been everything you had ever wanted. He made all the noises that you had imagined and treated you with so much respect even though he was saying the most filthy things to you. Even though he hadn't written "mine" on your upper thigh, you couldn't have asked for a better partner, hoping that you could make fucking him a regular thing.

Your hands moved to his shoulder as you leaned over so his dick could reach further into your pussy, rolling your hips into his as his hands gripped your waist roughly. Your were both moving fast and hard, moan after moan falling from your lips as you reached your climaxes.

You climbed off of Eddie and after you did all of the proper things to clean the two of you up, you both laid down on the floor of the van. Eddie took one of the blankets that was folded up in the corner and draped it over your bodies, pulling your to him so you were flush to him.

He grabbed hold of your leg and draped it over his hip, holding it there with his hand as his other one reached up and wiped the sweat from your forehead. He placed a kiss to it and let his other hand lazily trace patterns along your skin, his chocolate eyes filled with so much affection.

"Can you guess what I'm writing?" He asked and you focused, trying to figure it out. His finger lightly wrote the first letter and you used all of the brain power that you had left to try and figure it out.

M-I-N-E was what he had written. You were sure of it. You had envisioned it so many times, practically feeling his fingers on your skin every single time.

"Mine," you replied so confidently before pulling him into a sweet kiss, smiling against his lips.

"Yep," he nodded, pressing a kiss to your nose. "You're mine now."

"As long as you're mine," you said, snuggling further into him, resting your head against his bare chest.

"I always was," he said with a smile that you couldn't see as he pecked the top of your head, resting his chin on top of it. After years and years of being rejected and called every single name in the book, after years of torment and resentment, Eddie finally got the girl.

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somnambulic-thing · 5 months

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page 622 read on ao3

Eddie Munson x afab!reader E +18

summary: It's the middle of the night and you just can't find sleep. Eddie wants to help. He wants to help so bad.

Words: 3k

||reader has insomnia, smut, fluff, pinch of angst, LOTR references, domestic, nerds in love||

A/N: This is for all of us who haunt the nights. <3

Page 622 is graced with not one, but two dog ears.

That’s nothing unusual for the thick heavy paperback in your hands. A copy of The Lord of the Rings, all three parts united in one book and littered with battle scars like a gnarly old Orc of Mordor.

It belongs to both of you, bought on that whimsical fleamarket by the side of the road with spare change collected from the nooks and crannies of the van. It hadn’t mattered that you already owned a box set each, it had been clear that this book wanted to go home with you. Once integrated into your shared collection, it became the copy that was pulled out when Eddie and you had an argument about the most minuscule details to settle. It wasn’t a rare occasion that someone got tackled before they could claim victory over the matter. That brave book had been ripped from victorious hands more times than you could count and flung over shoulders, into corners or behind furniture.

It was also the copy Eddie used to ponder ideas. When he was writing a campaign and the atmosphere he was eager to create didn’t feel quite right, he would go down into the Mines of Moria or deep into the thicket of Fangorn forest and seek inspiration between the lines. There he left marks with the heavy tip of his pencil, elbows catching on the edges of pages as he reached for his notebook, creating new dogears, sometimes small tears.

You loved those marks and never grew tired of discovering fresh traces of his adventures. They kept you company on those days you wouldn’t get tired at all.

The world between the worn covers was familiar, the motions of the adventures committed to memory in many places, the adventurers friends that comforted you on restless nights.

You chose this copy over the others you own because it’s an intimate object, because you could trust it to catch you should you fall asleep on its pages, trust it to be more beautiful in the morning with more kinks and wrinkles.

But there were days when even the unhastiness of Treebeard wouldn’t do the trick to coax you into slumber. Today was such a day; stuck on the sofa on a dark, restless sea and no sleep in sight.

You hadn’t heard him coming.

“Just flopped around the mattress like a fish out of water looking for you.”

Eddie’s voice is deep and raspy and a little cranky around the edges. Your eyes shift from page 622 to where he stands in the doorframe, all tousled hair and sleepy eyes. There are lines on his right cheek, a shallow relief in the mirror image of his pillowcase. His boxers sit dangerously low on his hips and it tickles in your fingertips to follow the trail of soft hair and tuck them further down.

“That’s an amusing image,” you say with a smile as Eddie rubs one eye with his flat hand, nose scrunched up and wrinkly. “Can you demonstrate that to me?”

“Do not mock me. I awoke all cold and lonely…” he waves the other hand through the air. “Forsaken by my love.”

“I’m sorry,” you say, the mirth in your tone slipping just slightly, but Eddie catches it.

“How long have you been up?” he asks, banter put aside in exchange for worry and makes his way over to the nest of blankets and pillows you’d made on the sofa.

You frown, not sure you know the answer to that question, feeling like you’ve fallen out of the stream of time; trapped in endless night, doomed to read the same three sentences on page 622 again and again with nothing but your thoughts for company. Until now.

You turn to check the thin green digital numbers on the VHS recorder while Eddie lowers himself to the ground in front of you. “Almost two hours.”

“That’s no good,” he says softly and fumbles with the blanket draped over your legs in search of your skin, nudging the book off balance. It slides down your lap with a soft rustle. Dark, heavy eyes search your face for clues he knows you’re reluctant to give him and a warm palm finds your thigh moments later, an epicentre for violent goosebumps. You shiver and he smiles. “What can I do?”

“Nothing—“

“You underestimate my relaxing properties.” He places a kiss on your knee. “It’s pretty annoying, actually.”

You shake your head. “Don’t want to keep you up—“

“Want me to take over the reading? You just rest and listen—” He lowers his voice to a soft rumble. “—let me hypnotize you.”

“You really don’t have to—“

“Shhh… would you please just let me help?” Without waiting for an answer, Eddie slides the blanket off your thigh and covers it in soft, slow kisses.

“Can’t—“ kiss “go—“ kiss “back to sleep—“ kiss kiss “knowing—“ kiss “you’re out here alone. Suffering.”

His hair is soft between your fingers. You loosen a few small knots while you rake your nails over his scalp.

“Eddie… I…”

It’s exhausting being a ghost, to haunt the wee hours of the night unable to find rest. It was also lonely. There was a hazy barrier isolating you from the people around you. From the man whose company you craved so much but struggled to accept in this circle of hell.

Eddie has had his fair share of sleepless nights, had done plenty of haunting himself; but not like this, not without a trackable cause that offered some degree of sense. And you’d never wish this on him no matter how lonely you get, but sometimes, you find yourself envying him for the way he just falls asleep on any surface most days and with the envy, there comes resentment. The disconnect between resentment and longing a rope binding your hands behind your back, keeping you from reaching out.

Dark eyes are staring holes into your body as Eddie is waiting for you to continue, to give him something.

“You what, sweetheart?” He’s rubbing circles into your skin. “You want me to leave? Like, actually?”

“I don’t want to take my mood out on you…”

“Why not?” he grins. “We could make it fun. Tire you out, air out some of that—“ his hands leave your legs to gesture wildly through the air. The cold creeping in where his warm palms had just rested feels unbearably cruel. You don’t want him to leave. “— some of that pent-up… whatever it is.”

“Okay.”

Eddie’s brows vanish under tousled bangs. “Okay? Shit, I had this whole speech planned about how we’re a team and that you’re being so stubborn is a waste of time—”

“You complaining?”

“No… no…” he smiles and runs his hands up your thighs. “So, you wanna be a little… mean to me?”

“No,” you breathe out. “Don’t want that.”

He hums and nods, leans down and licks your skin; from your knee right up to the hem of your shorts. It’s the slightest touch, just the tip of his tongue, but the sensation sinks into your body like warm summer rain falling onto dry and dusty ground.

“Let me love you,” he mumbles against your thigh, running the tip of his nose along the border of fabric you hide behind. “I hate it when you feel lonely while I’m right here and fucking crazy about you…”

“You’re right here,” you repeat like in a trance. Eddie looks up at you, so soft and wild at the same time and so sincere and you feel the last layer of resistance melt as if it had never existed.

“Right fucking here.”

“Fuck me.”

Warm gentle hands begin to free your legs from the tangle of blankets and you marvel at how much of Eddie’s essence resides in his touch; soft but rough around the edges where his fingertips have put on tough skin over the years. There’s so much love, so much passion lingering in those points where you end and he begins.

Accompanied by the soft rustling of fabric, Eddie runs those storytelling hands up and down your thighs, from the inside to the outside and up to the round of your ass where he ever so slightly puts his nails against your skin and runs them down down down to the back of your knees where he holds on and pulls you further down the cushion. You yelp a little and then you both laugh a little and you lift your hips to aid him rid you of your shorts and underwear.

“M’ gonna try a thing,” he says and spreads your legs just wide enough to fit in between.

“Try w-what?” you ask around a hitching breath as you watch Eddie slide two fingers into his mouth. They glisten with spit when he pulls them out and you can hear a few drops hit the floor as he lowers himself down.

“You know how I sometimes take ice-cold showers to shock spiralling thoughts out of my mind?”

“I… what? AH!”

One long finger enters you swiftly, moves in-out-in-out and is joined by the other. Heat expands like a shockwave through your pelvis as all the blood rushes to greet the pads of Eddie’s fingers. He moves with precision in quick pulsing motions against that soft erogenous spot deep inside you, watching you closely.

“Good?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Not too much?”

“No,” you grit out as your hips start to twitch.

There is no smug little smile, no told-you-so grin, only deep concentration and a bright red blush high on his cheeks and you desperately wish he’d kiss you. That thought is gone and forgotten as that penetrating pulse quickens, deepens and Eddie’s mouth inches closer and closer to your clit. There’s a sharp tingling in your cunt, not quite a sting, not quite pain and it’s hot and delicious and as it spreads out into every corner of your body, the world gets smaller and smaller, shrinks countless miles each second until this sofa is the only place left in the universe.

“Holy shit, holy shit, those noises, sweetheart.”

You can’t hear a thing over the rush in your ears and as Eddie’s lips close around your confused, prickling clit, your eyes roll up and close.

And for an infinite moment, there’s nothing left but ecstasy.

When time starts up again, you’re re-entering the world shaking and gasping. Eddie is quick on his knees. One hand closing around your wrist and the other pressed into your back he pulls you into an embrace that you collapse into like a dying star.

“I love you I love you I love you…” he whispers into your hair and holds you holds you holds you until you feel solid again. “You good?”

You nod and hum.

Hands find your face and guide you up and you remember how badly you need a kiss when Eddie’s lips form pretty words so close to yours. “Now, let me take you to bed and—“ You interrupt him, pressing your mouth to his with desperate, sloppy urgency. He chuckles softly, catching your lower lip with his teeth for a gentle tug before he pulls away.

“Come on,” he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Really wanna continue this.”

“Can’t move… you broke me.”

“Oh, well, pretty sure you broke my fingers with your pussy so we’re even. Get up.”

You laugh and reach for the hand cupping your left cheek; you kiss the palm, run your tongue along his fingers and kiss the tips. “Better?”

Eddie’s brows shoot up and he takes a sharp breath. “Bedroom!”

He scrambles to his feet and pulls you with him. In motion like that, you can feel drowsiness settling in, slowly taking hold of your muscles. Your legs still feel shaky, almost heavy, and Eddie wraps an arm around your waist for the moment it takes you to steady yourself.

“Looks like it’s working,” he says softly.

“Feels like it, too.”

Finally, there is the smug smile you have been waiting for. “And it took me less than two minutes. ”

“You… checked the time?”

“For science,” he says proudly and the smile turns into a grin.

“Ah, science. Alright, Doc,” you reach down, hook a finger into the waistband of his boxers and let it snap. “I’m ready for the next experiment.”

Eddie tilts his head, narrows his sleepy eyes and hums. You can hear the cogs in his mind take up speed and then he sidesteps you and begins to rummage through the mess of blankets and pillows on the sofa.

“What are you doing?”

“Just a sec, you gave me an idea— ha!” He whirls around and shoves The Lord Of The Rings into your hands. Your reaction is tardy and you feel the cover catch on your thumb and bend in a way that probably leaves a crease but you have not time to check because Eddie is quickly maneuvring you to the bedroom.

He sits you down on the bed and swiftly pulls your shirt over your head and you have no choice but to let go of the book. It drops somewhere on the mattress and out of your mind when Eddie flicks on the bedside lamp and strips out of his boxers.

“Never gets old”, you marvel at the sight of him, pale and lean but soft and the smile you just conjured with those words seems nothing short of diabolical with the way the light catches his features from below.

You recede onto the mattress and he follows you like you’re magnetic, crawling after you until he’s back between your legs, kissing his way up your body, taking his time to caress your breasts with his hands and lips. Only when you yawn he stops and comes up to face you, to kiss you and you drink in the sigh of relief that he places inside your mouth as he slides his hard cock against your folds, you hold on to goosebump-covered shoulders as he pushes inside you.

“Never gets old,” he moans as he rolls his hips against you in deep, slow thrusts and kisses your nose when you have to giggle.

You’re not chasing ecstasy now, but wholeness, you’re not searching for a high, but for refuge. All your thoughts slow down while Eddie occupies all your senses.

“How do you feel?” he asks into the soft spot below your ear.

“Good… Sleepy.”

“M’ not saying I told you so—“

A chuckle tickles your skin and suddenly, a bolt of guilt and fear flashes through you. “But we can’t do this every time—“

“Hey!” He lifts his head to look at you, presses a finger to your lips. “Shhh… Don’t go there,” he says and puts his forehead to yours. “Come back… come back to me. I got you.”

“I’m here.”

“You just have to let me in…” He kisses you like he’s sacred you could vanish from beneath him and you swear you can feel his heartbeat reach out for yours, swear you can feel it pound against your chest like it’s begging for entry.

“M’ sorry,” you whisper and sling your arms around his shoulders. “I’m trying.”

And then he moves, slowly pulling his cock from inside you—

“Eddie?”

and stretches long across the bed to grab the book right off the edge.

“On your side,” he instructs and manhandles you into position before you can comply on your own and slides back into your cunt before you can process what’s happening.

“Fuck… oh fuck…” you moan as quick deep thrusts hit just the right spot over and over. You can hear the rustling of pages behind you and Eddie’s chest retreats from your back. “W-what are y- ah you…?”

‘It was not much more than a tall man’s height now…’ he reads the first line from page 622. You try to turn to look at him but he pushes you back. “Nu-uh, relax. M’ going to read to you and I’m going to fuck you till you pass out and maybe then you’ll think of waking me sooner the next time you pick up this book in the dead of night.”

You moan and laugh and there are tears in the corner of your eyes. “You trying to condition me?”

There’s no answer, he just keeps reading; shakily, punctuated in the quick rhythm of his thrusts and laced with moans of his own. You just close your eyes and let go and soon enough you’re close to the edge again.

’We are famisshed, yes famisshed we are, precious,…” he croaks in a toned down, breathy Gollum impression that’s highly confusing and you clutch the sheet, pulling it loose.

“Shit… you gonna make me come…”

After a few more lines he stops reading and you hear the book drop. Eddie presses close to you, softly bites your shoulder while a hand wanders down between your legs to play with your clit.

‘Yess, yess, nice water,’ said Gollum,’ he continues from memory.

“Oh, you asshole,” you groan.

‘Drink it, drink it, while we can! But what is it they’ve got, precious? Is it crunchable? Is it… tasty?’

One strangled moan falls from your mouth and then your insides tense violently. Eddie mercilessly fucks you through it and beyond and doesn’t slow down until he coaxes another orgasm out of you. He follows you this time. You feel him pulse and twitch deep inside of you, feel his hot breath on your shoulder and neck and one stray tear escape the corner of your eye. It runs down the side of your nose while you listen to both your mismatched breathing slow down again.

“I fucking love you,” you babble groggily. “So much… so much…”

Eddie places a kiss on the back of your head and picks the book back up, resuming where he left off. He stays inside you while he softens until he slips out. The distinction between characters fades, the gaps between words grow longer but you barely register it; it’s the sound of his voice that pulls you under into the depths of Morpheus’ realm and you’re finally ready to descend completely…

‘Look here!’ Sam whispered to Frodo, not too softly: he did not really care whether Gollum heard him or not. ‘We’ve got to get some Sleep—' Eddie pauses. “Precious? You asleep?”

Your slow, even breathing is all the answer he gets. He carefully reaches over you and drops the book on the mattress before he turns off the light and wraps his arm around you.

“Gonna find you in my dreams,” he whispers into your shoulder and follows you into sleep.

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💖 2024 Steddie Fic Recs 💖

@thefreakandthehair and i were talking about how so many of the fics we can name off the top of our heads are from right after the show came out because we were still actively making rec lists back then, so:

in no particular order i present to you an incomplete list of fics i love that were published or completed within the last two months

short fics (<10k)

Found God In A Tomato by @beetlesandstarss 5.7k | rated M | fluff, text fic

syrupy sweet strangers to first date fic. without spoiling anything, eddie is a flustered cutie and steve is a fuckin' menace who's lucky he's so hot

he tightened he grip by @steddieas-shegoes 1.3k | rated E | crack not treated remotely seriously

Mickala beloved your commitment to the bit makes me wanna commit myself to you 💍

Slide It In by gayhandshake 1.8k | rated E | multimedia crack

another truly impeccable work of crack fic, i laughed so hard at the first image that i made it the icon for my private discord server

what's that sound? (there's a funny man at my door) by @jewishrat420 4.8k | rated M | spicy six text fic

laughed out loud at this fic so many times i really don't know what else to tell you. as a matter of fact, i went to look at my bookmark note to see what else i had to say about it when i read it, and my note just says "fucking hilarious i laughed out loud like 6 times" 💀 did not do not will never know what else to tell you except that the phrase "the goyim of gender" just randomly pops into my brain once every four or so days now

medium fics (10-20k)

In the Kitchen or the Tulips by @teddywesworl 44k | rated E | telepathic soulmate AU

this fic said "watch me flip this trope inside out like a freshly cubed half of an avocado" and then DELIVERED. i finished this fic and then stared at the side of my husband's head for long enough that he looked over and went "wtf are you doing" lmao hush baby i am contemplating the implications

they're going to send us to prison for jerks by @greatunironic 16k | rated E | social media AU

okay firstly the premise of this fic is so specifically and delightfully unhinged; love that i'm not the only one who looks at a random tiktok account and manically whispers to myself "there's a fic in there somewhere." secondly the execution is a 10 outta 10 outta 10 outta TEN

long fics (50k+)

Sneaky Link by @morningberriesao3 152k | rated E | onlyfans au

the sex is HOT the boys are dumb as goddamn ROCKS what more do you need? oh, what's that? you do need more? sick because this fic also has: the tags "cum slut eddie munson" and "everyone is gay (because i say so)", chrissy the homophobe slayer being the cutest little spy, and jason getting his ass whooped, like, spiritually. on a spiritual level. physically unharmed but that boy's soul is missing teeth do u understand what i am saying

podfics!

it was love, love alone read by @reena-jenkins 21min | rated E

am i technically reccing my own fic on my own fic rec list? you bet your sweet ass i am, i don't even care how tacky that is reena's performance is hilarious and deserves to be listened to at least 40 more times while doing the dishes

relax (lay it back) read by @flintandfuss 1hr 10min | rated E | yogi dom steve x sub eddie

listen if i'm already being gauche then i gotta include my internet wife's belated birthday present to me, like i gotta. morally and lustfully obligated.

Schiava by @teddywesworl read by aheada_lettuce 1hr 30min | rated E | kas!eddie AU

said it once already today and i'll say it again, i cannot believe one of the best reading voices i've ever heard belongs to a person i mentally refer to as fucking lettuce LOL anyway this read is incredible and i have listened to it Times(tm)

and lastly, if you want more recs (like, 348 more specifically), you can browse my full list of public st bookmarks here

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fic recs #i'm still playing catch up on tbrs from 2023 so don't have a ton of new fics to rec just yet but these are all excellent i promise <3 #steve harrington #eddie munson

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uglypastels · 2 years

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Hi there! Maybe tmi but I’ve been daydreaming of a scenario where you and Eddie have been staring at each other for most of senior year but you’re too shy to approach each other and then you bump into him at school after-hours and suddenly you’re slamming each other into the locker room or AV room or whatever other school setting and having crazy panting feral hot sex. I love your fics so I’d pass out if you wrote something along these lines and then spontaneously combust from horniness

ok this immediately got me inspired to write, even though I told myself "no blurbs until you finish the pirate eddie fic" but fuck it. i had to write this.

warnings: SMUT minors dni! unprotected PIV (female!reader). kinda public?? in a school building but no one's around. swearing. i don't think there's anything else, but I'm sorry I'm tired.

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What were you doing? What in the world were you thinking?

Well, the answer to the first question was quite simple. You were standing in front of the janitor’s closet. It was just the beginning of your free period, when you were supposed to be sitting in the library studying for your upcoming chem final, but it turns out you had more important things at hand.

You looked down at the note in your hand again. The one he had dropped right in front of you just a few hours ago. It had been at your locker, it was early, and you were barely awake, putting away your jacket.

At first, you had thought nothing of it, still trying to get over the fact that Eddie Munson had bumped into you. The image of his flashy smile was still developing in your corneas. So when you saw the small piece of paper, you thought it might have just been some trash he dropped, but either way, you decided to pick it up. Out of mere curiosity, really. You had seen the black pen marks bleeding through it and wanted to know what the school’s freak had to say. And what it was… was quite interesting.

5th period. Janitor’s closet, west. Meet me there.

Your heart nearly burst out of your chest, but it couldn’t have been meant for you, could it? Either way, you went to the west hall. You found that janitor’s closet and looked around for anyone. What would other students think if you stood around? Could they tell what you were trying to build the courage up for?

Eddie must have already been inside as the clock on the wall ticked loudly away past the first minute of the hour. You wanted to go inside; you did, but you couldn’t push away the feeling that he might have meant the note for someone else. Had he accidentally dropped it in front of you and been waiting for a completely different person?

So, why the hell did you still knock?

Why even knock in the first place? Why not just open the door? It all felt so stupid, and you felt even sillier when the door opened and Eddie popped out.

He grabbed you by the arm and pulled you inside. It was neither light nor dark in the cupboard. The lightbulb above your head barely gave off any light, but the window in the door was a bit of help. That's when you realised that even though you could not see him there, he had seen you pace about in the corridor.

‘I thought you’d never come in.’ He said with a smile, voice airy, his body inching closer to you with each word. His hands were already setting up their place on your hips, hesitant for your reaction. He clearly had a lot of things on his mind that he wanted to express, but he also didn’t want to push any of your boundaries. You could tell just by how his breath hitched in anticipation, how he dragged his tongue over his bottom lip.

‘I– I thought you might have given me the note by accident.’ you placed your hand over his chest. Just that feeling alone, even with the many layers of his clothing between you, it made you melt. Of course, the room was small, with no proper air circulation, so that might have been why you felt so hot, but something in you told you that might not have been entirely it. He chuckled at your confession.

‘Who else would it have been for?’ His nose brushed over your cheek, his words hitting your hot skin as he spoke. He was about to move away, but you mirrored his actions right in sync, crashing your lips to his, breaking the dam of feeling and need that had been building between the two of you for the last few weeks.

It all started with innocent looks across the room—a smile, a wink.

But it all gradually escalated in subtle ways. No matter how much you would have wanted to, you never dared to take it any further than this. And neither could Eddie. He was a person who was very loud and boisterous, but at times he could shut down and close off. At times, for example, when he was struck by you looking directly at him from your cafeteria table. How he had wanted to walk up to you, tell you everything he had wanted to say each time he saw you, but all the words collapsed in his mind as soon as you actually showed up in front of him. And pretty much the same happened to you.

Maybe that is why you felt like you were being pulled together. This invisible string connected the two of you in ways no one could explain but wouldn’t complain about either.

The last week, in particular, something had been set off in both of you. Nothing you did was particularly sexual, but it got him going, and you could say the same thing about Eddie. Just seeing him sit there, laid back in the chair, legs spread out, laughing at whatever his friends were saying– you wanted to sit in that lap and laugh along with him.

You couldn’t be wearing a cuter outfit, could you? Eddie’s heart was doing overtime in trying to keep him alive at the sight of you. He needed to talk to you, say something about how you made him feel.

That is all he had intended with the note. Just so the two of you could talk. Perhaps the tiny enclosed space of the cupboard in an abandoned part of the school was presumptuous of him. Maybe he should have picked a bit more open space, but in all honesty, he was scared that after talking to him for a minute, you would just laugh in his face for how wrong he had been about you. You being interested in him? Now that would make its rounds around the school in no time.

But then you got into that damn little closet with him, and it’s like all his sanity had left him. He couldn’t compose himself any longer. The feeling of you being so close to him made him haywire in the best way possible, and when you kissed him–

‘Fuck,’ he grumbled from between the kiss. Your lips just parted long enough for a catch of air, but nothing longer than that. The idea that you did want, maybe even needed, him as much as he desired you… he couldn’t comprehend it, really. All he could do at the moment was hold you close, hoping that his hands weren’t actually too tight on your body.

But then you let your body free. Your hand clasped at his shoulder as your leg snaked its way around his. Eddie took the opportunity without hesitation to push you against one of the shelving units. It buckled back and forth, but nothing fell off, so neither of you cared. Instead, he pressed you up against it, holding you up by your legs as you crossed your arms around his neck.

Eddie groaned out, to his own surprise, at you tugging his hair. His hips bucked into yours. Was there any way you didn’t feel how hard he was getting? His mind was becoming increasingly clouded with this visceral and nearly animalistic hunger for you. The kisses were getting sloppier by the second when you started pushing the denim vest off his arms.

The untangling clothes of your bodies was a challenge, but you got there in the end, only getting rid of the most necessary parts. So, naturally, Eddie’s vest and jacket had to go so that he could pull his shirt off. You hiked up your shirt, revealing your bra and pulled your skirt up your legs, while Eddie unbuckled his trousers and let them drop to his ankles, together with his underwear. As it continued, neither of you could explain what came over you.

He reached his hand to play with your cunt over your panties, but you scolded him.

‘No time.’ there wasn’t. You weren’t sure how much time there was left before you had to get to your next class. There was no need to waste the little time you had on foreplay, no matter how much you wanted it or both of you wanted it.

‘Wouldn’t have taken you for being so bossy, sweetheart,’ Eddie smirked and kissed you before you could respond. Simultaneously, he thrust his cock deep inside you. You would have screamed out in pleasure if his lips had not been on you. The feeling of him stretching you out– it was almost blissful.

‘Eddie, oh my god,’ you grabbed his hair tighter as he kept going. It was something that seemed to spur him on. Eddie Munson liked it rough. Not an unexpected discovery, but maybe how you found out– or the fact you got to experience it first-hand, was a bit of a surprise.

‘C’mon baby, c’mon,’ his voice got deeper with each thrust and groan, mixing with your moans and gasps of pleasure. The shelf to which he had pinned you also kept making noise, and the two of you constantly had to keep pulling yourselves back before everything would topple over and the entire school would hear what you were up to.

You could feel yourself getting closer, and you tried to clarify that to Eddie, but coherent words, or even noises, were too much for your brain at that moment. How he actually managed to understand that was a miracle. He kissed you deeper. Like the ones before, the kiss was full of heat and passion. It was hungry and filthy. Messy.

Your nails scratched over his back; Eddie hissed at the sensation, bucking his hips deeper into you. You had just enough time to open your mouth, where a nearly pornographic moan would escape from if it wasn’t for Eddie’s hand that quickly caught it. He pressed his palm over your lips.

‘Shh, don’t want to get caught, do we?’ he smiled. It was a tired smile, enhanced by the pearls of sweat on his chest and his hair curling on his forehead as he kept on pulling you closer to your climax. He pulled you into it. Tighter and tighter. So tight until it all snapped, and you unravelled in his arms.

Eddie pulled out of you slowly, carefully. He held you until both of you caught your breath and pulled your shirt back over your chest… but not before lightly kissing your breasts. Something you couldn’t help but giggle at.

You took the time he spent getting dressed to regain some energy. Never had you ever been fucked like that before. You could readily admit that. Eddie Munson was… something else, for sure. It was terrific… and yet, when you looked at Eddie, something seemed to be off. He was chewing at the inside of his cheeks, brows furrowed, deep in thought.

‘Something wrong?’ you asked.

‘No,’ is all he said, but you called bullshit. ‘This isn’t how I had… Sorry, I guess, if that was a bit…’ he drifted off, cheeks tinged in a pink hue as he focused on buckling his belt.

‘It was great Eddie.’ You wanted him to know you enjoyed yourself.

‘I just… I don’t want you to think that this is why I told you to come here. I had just wanted to talk, actually–’

‘What did you want to talk about then,’ you smiled.

‘I– I’m not quite sure anymore,’ he chuckled, scratching at the back of his head. The boy was utterly whipped and fucked out. You noticed a lock of his hair sticking out, and without much thought, you walked up to fix it.

‘Well, I’m really glad I came,’ you kissed his cheek, which was burning up, ‘in all senses of the word.’

‘I’d be more than happy to do it again,’ he kissed the corner of your mouth. ‘If you’d let me, of course.’

‘It’s a deal, Munson,’ you told him as you walked out of the cupboard.

Eddie felt like he was walking on a cloud for the rest of the day. He couldn’t believe what had happened. He just couldn’t…. He couldn’t think a girl like you would just do all of that with a guy like him. At one point, he actually started considering he had dreamed it all up. He had probably accidentally fallen asleep during a class or something, and it had been nothing more than a figment of his imagination.

Easy to say all of those ideas went away the second Eddie opened his locker at the end of the day, and a small piece of paper fell out. Right on the ground between his feet. On it was written:

Tonight, my house.

How about that deal, Munson?

the End

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 11 days

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A chance encounter

Words: 1,732 [also on AO3]

Rated: E

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Record label owner Eddie; Waiter Steve; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Blood and violence; Prostitution (implied); Attempted non-con; Homophobic language; Steve Harrington whump; Eddie Munson whump; Protective Eddie Munson; Protective Steve Harrington

Notes: Happy birthday, @house-of-the-moving-image! I hope you have the most wonderful of days. I'm so happy to have found you as a friend and partner in crime. Hope you enjoy your extra long chunk of Upside Diner, even though it turned out quite gritty for a birthday fic. 😅💕🛼

Eddie grumbles under his breath as he locks the office door and steps out into the dark street.

Don’t get him wrong, he loves his job. Hellfire Records is his baby. Making music, working with all sorts of different artists and bands, helping them make a name for themselves - it’s everything he ever wanted and never thought he could have growing up in the smalltown hell of Hawkins, Indiana.

What he doesn’t love is the meetings and the paperwork and the phone calls, especially on days like this, when it all drags on until well into the night.

The echoes of his boots bounce off the empty streets as he makes his way towards the little diner at the corner. Checking his wristwatch, he swears again. Fuck, it’s even later than he thought. What if Steve’s shift is already over? The thought makes his stomach clench with an unpleasant feeling that distinctly feels like disappointment. The realization makes him pause and furrow his brow.

Maybe it’s a little bit pathetic, how quickly his visits to the diner have become the highlight of his day. Maybe it’s a little bit weird that he hasn’t had dinner anywhere else in literal weeks. Maybe it’s a little bit creepy, this obsession with a boy he knew fleetingly in highschool. An obsession that makes him come by every single day after work, without fail, just to chew on soggy fries and greasy burgers and watch said boy waiting tables, gliding around like an angel in chunky roller skates and stupidly short shorts.

Maybe he has a problem.

And maybe he doesn’t care.

Because for all his initial reluctance and bite, Steve has actually started coming around. Has been accepting Eddie’s money and attempts at conversation with barely a complaint. Has even stopped asking why Eddie keeps ordering way too much food for one person alone, taking the leftovers behind his counter to munch on. Hell, last week when Eddie came in, he even looked up from the order he was taking and flashed him a wave and smile. Eddie rode that high all night and well into the next day.

It’s the memory of that smile that makes him pick up his steps. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’ll catch Steve at the tail end of his shift and convince him to stay around for a little longer.

The diner is empty, except for a lone person in uniform wiping down tables behind the neon-lit window pane. It isn’t Steve. Eddie spares one glance at the bored-looking girl and turns away with an annoyed groan. That’s it, he thinks, pulling his headphones from his pocket and slamming them on with a little more force than strictly necessary. Tonight officially sucks. Time to go home and fix himself some SpaghettiOs, turn on a late night show and fall asleep in front of the-

For the rest of his life, he’ll thank fate for making him fumble with his discman. Because if he’d hit the play button a second earlier, he would never have heard the voices. But this way, he does, and this way, he halts his steps, peering into the narrow side alley with a wrinkled brow. The light of the streetlamps only reaches so far, and everything he can see are the dumpsters and old cardboard boxes at its entrance. Beyond them, everything is dark.

“Dude, get your hands off me, I said no.”

Steve.

Eddie is halfway around the dumpsters before he even knows it, heart beating in his ribcage like a jackhammer. The alley reeks of piss and rotting garbage. At its far end, almost hidden behind another dumpster, are two figures. Eddie can’t make out their faces, but he also doesn’t need to. The colorful uniform is unmistakable, even in the murky half-light, even though it’s paired with a pair of sneakers rather than roller skates. And besides, he’d know that ridiculously floofy hairdo anywhere.

He doesn’t know the other man. Only knows that the guy's hands are grabbing Steve’s arms and shoulders hard enough to leave marks as he attempts to wrestle him to his knees.

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” the man hisses just as Eddie rounds the dumpster. “I’ll make it quick.”

“Are you deaf or stupid?” Steve sneers, trying to struggle out of his hold. “I said get your fucking hands off me.”

The man slaps him across the face. Steve makes a pained noise and loses his balance, going down on his knees on the dirty ground.

The man laughs, curt and mean.

“There you go,” he coos. One of his hands grabs a fist full of chestnut hair while the other reaches for the half-undone fly of his pants. “Now be a good little slut and-”

The force of the impact sends the discman tumbling from Eddie’s pocket. It shatters on the ground somewhere, parts flying in all directions, but he doesn’t have eyes for it. Instead, he grabs the asshole by the lapels of his cheap suit and hauls him against the nearest wall. The back of the asshole’s head hits the bricks, and Eddie thinks he hears something crack. Good.

“Eddie?”

While the man sags against the wall, groaning and cradling his head, Eddie whirls on Steve. Steve, who's just swaying to his feet, eyes wide and shocked. His cheek is flushed and starting to bruise.

“Shit,” Eddie swears. “Are you-”

Pain explodes inside his skull, sudden and all consuming. He stumbles, trying to keep his footing and cracks his head on the hard metal edge of the dumpster in the process. He manages to blink the stars from his vision just in time to see the man's fist flying at him. The blow makes his ears ring and copper flood his mouth, and when he regains his senses, he's on the ground with two hands closing around his throat.

“Thought you'd play the hero, huh?” The man's grin is a manic grimace. A glob of spit hits Eddie’s cheek. “Well, how'd that work out for you, you stupid little-”

“Hey, shitface!”

The man snarls and turns. Eddie doesn’t see what happens, just knows that something goes crunch and suddenly the hands pressing down on his windpipe are gone. The man's voice turns into a high-pitched wail of pain.

Eddie rolls around, coughing and gasping for air, and props himself up on his elbows. The man has shrunk against the next wall, clutching at his face. Crimson blood is bubbling out from between his fingers, hitting the alley floor in a steady pattern of drips.

“Fuck off,” Steve says and lowers the hand holding the roller skate. His voice is deadly calm, his face steely. “Remember to put away your dick first.”

The guy stares at him. Steve raises the roller skate again, just a little. The asshole whimpers and scrambles upright, mumbling something to himself. Eddie thinks he catches something about fucking lunatic fags, but he can't be sure, what with the way his voice comes out all wet and garbled. And then he's gone, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.

Steve drops the roller skate.

“Fuck,” be whispers, crouching down next to Eddie and brushing hesitant fingers over his split lip. Ten minutes ago, Eddie would’ve given anything to feel those hands on his face, but now he winces and recoils at the sting of pain.

Steve retracts his hand, flopping down on the ground with a heavy sigh. The shorts ride up with the movement, exposing strong, muscled thighs. His knees are scraped from hitting the asphalt, little droplets of blood beading on the torn skin.

“What’d you go and do that for?” Steve asks, scrubbing a hand down his face. All of the steel is gone from his voice. He sounds tired instead, infinitely tired. “I had it under control.”

Eddie can’t help it, he barks a laugh. “Oh, did you, big boy? When was that, exactly? When he backhanded you? Or when he had you by the hair and was about to shove his cock down your-”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who got punched and choked half to death!” Steve snaps.

Eddie opens his mouth to argue, then shuts it again. The boy has a point, sort of. He doesn’t need a mirror to tell which one of them is looking the worse for wear right now, not with the white-hot pain still throbbing through his face with every heartbeat.

“He didn’t choke me half to death,” he mutters lamely. Steve huffs a humorless laugh.

“Thanks, anyway,” he then says. It comes out so quietly that Eddie nearly misses it, and when he looks up, Steve has averted his eyes. Eddie has an acute flashback to their first meeting at the diner, when Steve reluctantly accepted his tip money. “Could’ve gone a lot worse if you hadn’t shown up.”

Eddie feels his mouth tug into a grin, even though his lip stings like an entire beehive.

“Anytime, Stevie. Now c’mon, let’s get outtaaaaah, shit.”

Trying to stand is a bad idea. The moment he’s upright, another firework of pain goes off behind his temples and the ground tilts out from under him. The only thing that saves him from going right down again is Steve jumping to his feet and looping one of Eddie’s arms around his shoulders.

“Shit, he got you good,” he mutters. Eddie can only hum in agreement, too preoccupied with keeping the meager contents of his stomach down. “We should probably get you somewhere with a first aid kit at least.”

“‘s okay,” Eddie slurs, inadvertently leaning closer into Steve’s warmth. He smells of shampoo and frying fat and blood. “I’ll be fine, I live nearby.”

Steve’s eyes flit over his face, then off to the side, then back to his face again. He licks his lips and even in his dazed state, Eddie can clearly see how he wars with himself. Finally, he gulps and straightens his spine.

“Okay,” he says, adjusting Eddie’s weight on his shoulders. “Let’s go then.”

It’s weird, Eddie thinks as they start to hobble their way down the dark street. He must’ve fantasized a thousand times about taking Steve Harrington home, but never once did he think it’d play out like this. Then again, things in his life rarely go as he imagines, so he supposes he’s just gonna roll with it.

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For week six of @astrangersummer

Prompt: Ice cream/sweat | wc: 741 | rating: E | cw: mild language, strong sexual themes | tags: gratuitous use of a popsicle, Jawbreaker-esque, horny.

popsicle

✨️🍦✨️🍦✨️

The sun is bearing down on them, the oppressive sweltering summer heat forcing the residents of Hawkins to use their air conditioners, fans, and fridges in an attempt to cool down.

When Steve invited Robin and Eddie to his house to cool down he never thought about what Eddie would wear. He just sort of assumed the resident metal head would just be wearing his usual clothes; jeans, leather jacket and a band shirt. What Steve never imagined, or at least never imagined in broad daylight was Eddie wearing black cut-off jean shorts and a threadbare Elvis shirt that had been cropped haphazardly.

Steve wondered if he was hallucinating, or had died suddenly and his brain was showing him random, horny images of Eddie Munson as a last fuck you from life. It felt like he was in that scene in the Breakfast Club where Emelio Estevez had finally realised how pretty Ally Sheedy was before her awful makeover, or that fucking volleyball scene with Tom Cruise.

The outfit simultaneously exposed too much and not enough. Too much thigh, and frustratingly not enough waist. He felt out of sorts when Eddie walked through his door, his eyes catching on tattoos he had never seen before, the black ink swirling down his right thigh and up his waist. He caught himself staring way too often when the three of them laid on the kitchen tiles, the open fridge cooling the air slightly around them as they shared whatever was left of the vanilla ice cream.

Apparently, the meager offering was not enough for Robin, who sprang to her feet when the familiar tune of an ice cream truck rounded the corner onto the street. It didn't take much convincing to get Steve to pay for all of them; Robin bought an ice cream sandwich, Steve bought soft serve with hardened chocolate topping and Eddie bought…

Well he fucking bought a popsicle, the asshole.

So here Steve was, sitting out by the pool with his friends, their legs dangling in the cool water and watching the, frankly disgusting, scene of Eddie Munson practically blowing his popsicle. He looks to Robin to see if she is also witnessing the borderline porno happening right in front of them but she's too busy reading Slyvia Plath and eating her ice cream to notice.

Steve wonders if this will be a formative experience, if he will look back on today in twenty years and say “yeah, this is the day I associated eating popsicles with head.” He tears his eyes away from Eddie's now bright red lips, only to be met with large chocolate brown eyes staring straight at him.

He shoots up, mumbling an apology to Robin for splashing her and practically running inside the house. He can feel bullets of sweat line his forehead as he scrapes what's left of his ice cream in the kitchen sink and throws the cone in the trash. He readjusts himself when he opens the fridge, taking a bottle of water and swallowing down large gulpfuls of it in an attempt to calm the fuck down.

He startles when the backdoor clangs shut, spinning on his heels to face Eddie walking into the kitchen. Steve watches him throw Robin's wrapper in the trash, Eddie's own, mostly uneaten and melting, popsicle still in his hand. There is a cocky grin plastered on Eddie's face, a knowing mischievous glint in his eyes as he saunters towards Steve.

“Hey big boy, you ok?” Eddie's voice is low and Steve's brain is working at max capacity to take everything in. Taking in the way Eddie's hair is tied up, the way a bead of sweat drips down the length of Eddie's long neck and how warm Eddie is as the guy crowds him against the fridge.

“Yeah, I'm uh- I'm cool-” he stumbles through, swallowing when he watches Eddie bring the red popsicle back to his lips.

His eyes are glued to Eddie, breath hitching watching this fucking guy in front him swallow around the iced treat, his head bobbing up and down its length and those large brown eyes staring straight into Steve's as his tongue slurps around the popsicle. It's obscene, it's disgusting, and it's one of the hottest fucking things Steve has ever seen.

Eddie finishes the show with a kitten lick at the head- top, the fucking top of the popsicle before turning it towards Steve.

“You wanna taste?”

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corrodedbisexual · 8 months

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No more unicorns for Eddie Munson

Steddie | E | ~6.5k | AO3 link

For Kinktober Day 7: Virginity

Featuring: Loss of Virginity, Fluff and Smut, Established Relationship, Gay/Virgin/Bottom Eddie Munson, Confident Bisexual/Sweetheart/Service Top Steve Harrington, Tender Sex, Communication, Porn with Feelings, Dorks in Love, Laughter During Sex, Boys Kissing, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, POV Steve Harrington, Minor Steve Harrington/OFC

When Steve’s boyfriend interrupts their makeout session and very, very nervously confesses that he’s never been intimate with anyone before… oh, boy. It’s fucking Christmas. *** Steve deflowers Eddie, and he's incredibly soft and gentle about it. Because Eddie deserves his first time to be absolutely perfect.

Snippet below!

When Steve’s boyfriend interrupts their makeout session that got rather steamy at some point and very, very nervously confesses that he’s never been intimate with anyone before… oh, boy. It’s fucking Christmas.

As if Steve hasn’t already been walking on clouds for the past month, overjoyed at the fact that he finally got to touch and kiss the boy he’d been so helplessly infatuated with that he just had to take a chance, and pray that he hadn’t been reading into things wrong. (Who ever came up with “God hates queers”? Eddie Munson kissing him back that nerve-wrecking night a month ago is proof of exactly the opposite.)

Eddie must have misinterpreted his brief stunned silence and absolutely goofy grin, because he starts to squirm away, averting his eyes, and Steve has to tighten his hold around Eddie’s waist to keep him from escaping.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby?” Steve purrs, and Eddie’s already flushed cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red. (He always blushes when Steve calls him that. Damn, now that Steve thinks about it, that should have been an obvious clue.)

“I dunno,” Eddie mumbles, rubbing a palm across his eyes. “Anywhere. Somewhere you’re not laughing at me, preferably.”

“I’m not laughing at you,” Steve replies softly, tucking a strand of Eddie’s unruly hair behind his ear. His fingers linger on the earshell, tracing its shape, and Eddie absolutely melts into the touch. “We can take things slow, if you want. But you don’t need to worry about this. It’s not a bad thing, Eds. It’s great, in fact.”

“How the hell is me being a lame 20-year-old virgin great ?!” Eddie stares at him in disbelief.

Steve’s smile turns into yet another grin.

“‘Cause I get to blow your mind.”

“Oh my god, of course you’d be cocky about this,” Eddie groans, rolling his eyes, but fails to conceal a giddy smile on his lips.

Steve can’t resist pressing his mouth to it. Eddie’s so, so fucking cute when he smiles.

One kiss turns into another, and another, and soon they’re back to where they paused when Eddie spoke up; this time, when Steve slides his hands into Eddie’s back pockets and draws him closer, makes him grind down, Eddie doesn’t pull away. He just groans and rolls down again, without Steve’s guidance, and breaks the kiss to stare down at Steve, panting, pupils fully blown.

“Fuck, Stevie, I don’t wanna take things slow,” he blurts out, immediately ducking his head to hide behind the curtain of hair, but Steve tugs on his chin to make him look up again. When Eddie does, he cups his cheek, strokes his thumb along the cheekbone gently.

“Okay," Steve says. "If you’re sure.”

“Oh yeah.” Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle. “Totally sure.”

“Okay,” Steve says again, his thoughts slightly hazy with horny anticipation. His brain is momentarily flooded with images of getting Eddie naked, laying him out on his bed, kissing and touching every inch of his skin; he feels his cock twitch in his pants at the prospect. He pats Eddie’s thigh twice, barely concealing his impatience. “Lemme up, then. Let’s go upstairs.”

Eddie’s mouth drops open.

“Oh. Right now? ” He points with a finger.

Steve blinks and frowns, wondering if he misunderstood.

“I mean, unless一”

“Nonono, now is good.” Eddie nods rapidly. “Totally cool. My schedule’s free today.” He snaps his mouth shut and drops his head back, groaning. “God, I’m a moron. How the fuck did I land you again?”

Steve chuckles, nuzzling at his neck.

“By being really hot and irresistible.” He doesn’t need to look up to know Eddie’s blushing again. “But also, not a moron at all.” He presses a quick kiss to Eddie’s chin, then finally pushes him gently to land on the couch beside him, and stands.

Eddie looks up at him, slightly dazed; he’s fidgeting with his rings, always a dead giveaway of his nerves. Steve grins and holds out his hand, bowing slightly.

“May I have this dance?”

It’s definitely the right move, because after a brief stunned silence, Eddie bursts out laughing, dropping his head as he takes Steve’s hand and lets himself be pulled up to his feet.

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eagerbby · 2 years

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𝖇𝖔𝖔? 2 - 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 | 𝖊𝖒

pairing| Eddie Munson x female reader

synopsis| What was supposed to be a prank, payback, turns into so much more.

an| I wanna thank you for the incredible amount of love I got on part 1, it truly means the world to me and as part one just reached 10k today, I'm celebrating by giving you all the much requested part 2! I wrote/edited and am posting this all in one day so I apologize for any grammar or tense mistakes

warnings| 3k, masturbating (f), oral (f), protected sex, mentions of abuse (but no actual abuse), mentions of a deceased parent, teeth rotting fluff, virgin! Eddie, 18+ only

part one

Eddie wastes not a moment after Hellfire, cleaning up in record time and bounding to his van once he was done. The drive through the darkened streets is quiet, no radio blaring heavy metal jams out his open windows. Even his van, that on any normal day sounded ready to break down, idles softly at the stop light. Eddie is anxious with anticipation, fingers gripping the tattered leather of his steering wheel tightly as he breathes deeply in and out in an effort to cure the nausea riddling his stomach.

He knows you’re waiting for him, probably sitting on his bed reading whatever book you are currently deep into, bare legs crossed at the ankle and propped on the thin wall of his bedroom. The image has his heart pounding loudly in his hollow chest, picking up speed as the van flies down Cornwallis, slowing only slightly as he takes the right on Kerley next, the trailer park coming into view amongst the dusky sky.

As he pulls to a stop in front of his trailer, he can see the only light coming from his room. You’re here, just like you said you’d be, and something blooms in his chest akin to desperation as he climbs out the van and walks the short distance up his rickety stairs, the cold bite of the metal door knob isn’t enough to clear the haze in his brain as he enters the darkness of the trailer.

Quiet, it consumes him as he stands next to the door, shrugging off his vest jacket combo and toeing off his shoes, his chocolate brown button eyes locked onto the orange glow casting from his cracked bedroom door. If you hear him come in, you don’t acknowledge him, and it makes Eddie wonder if you’re asleep.

He thinks if you are, there's no way he’s gonna wake you up, no matter how long he’s waited for this very moment. He’ll simply crawl in next to you, hold you close to him, and rest his eyes. It’d be enough to satisfy the suffocating need to have you for himself. If only for a little while.

But as he creeps up to the door, peeking in through the crack, he can see that you definitely aren’t asleep. No. Eddie could drop dead at the sight before him.

“E-Eddie.”

You’re stark naked laying atop his bed, which you appear to have made in the time he’s been gone, head tossed back into his pillow as one hand roams the soft expanse of your skin and the other glides through the wet folds between your shivering thighs.

It’s quite a sight to behold, a sight Eddie has only dreamed of before, and his mouth falls slack jawed as you moan his name again, fingertips pulling at a pebbled nipple.

Eddie’s painfully hard already, reaching down to adjust himself before he pushes the door open, hinges creaking. Your head lolls to the side, eyes meeting him in an instant, and the look you give him knocks the air completely out of his chest.

He had this whole thing planned in his head, but the moment your eyes meet his, his plan vanishes into the thick air of his room. Instead he closes the space between you both and falls to his knees at the side of his bed, his hands hanging in the air next to your bare form unsure of what he can and can’t touch.

“Missed you.” You whimper, fingertips brushing your nipple as you go to stroke his cheek. Eddie leans into your touch, reaching a hand out, his hot skin pressed to your cool stomach. He watches the way your body reacts to his touch, how you grind your hips up into the palm of your hand and whine again, head thrown back once more into the pillow.

“‘S not enough, Eds. Please, I need more.” You’re pouting, wet bottom lip jutting from your bitten lips and Eddie can’t help but to kiss it. Follow the tilt of your head, meeting him with a ferocious hunger, your free hand gripping the hairs at the back of his neck in a tight grip.

When he pulls away a string of saliva follows like a translucent tether between you two. “Tell me what you need, baby.” His voice bleeds softly through the room and it makes you whimper. You guide his hand to your core with your slick covered fingers that tremble as he takes their place, rubbing hard gentle circles over your swollen clit.

“Is this okay?” He asks, completely unsure of himself, and you nod fiercely as you guide his lips back to yours. You don’t kiss him, just hover his lips over your own, breathe in each other's gasps and moans. It is so intimate, so unlike what Eddie had been expecting from this rendezvous, but something Eddie has craved from the moment you sat next to him at the lunch table and offered him the other half to your chicken sandwich and a kind smile.

Eddie waits for you to nod, whisper a hushed yeah, so good, before he’s crawling onto the bed with you. He settles himself next to your side, his fingertips slipping around you wet hole with gentle ease, collecting what he can of your slick before he bumps his way back up to your clit, rubbing tight circles at such a pace that you thighs tighten around his forearm, trembling in a way that makes him coo softly at you.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” The compliment has you keening, lifting into his touch, clawing at the back of his Hellfire shirt. “Love you so much, you gotta know that.”

Before you can even respond, can even process the way his words make your heart bloom, his touch vanishes. Leaves your body cold, hands searching blindly for him, before you squint your eyes open.

He’s down between your thighs now, spreading them open so delicately, kissing at your ankle bone, up the smoothness of your calf, across your skinned knee, down the silkiness of your thigh. When his tongue treks an upwards path through your puffy folds, you moan in unison. Your taste is rapture on his tongue, his brown eyes rolling back into his head as he dives deeper, burying himself into you, plush lips sucking hotly at your bundle of nerves. His fingers burn against the skin of your thighs, clutching them open like his life depends on it. Like if you were to cut him off from your divine taste he’d surely implode.

“Oh my God, Eddie.” You're on the verge of tears, breast heaving, thighs spasming, hands grasping pathetically at his mussed brown curls as that white hot coil inside you bursts like a dying star, exploding supernovas behind your eyelids with titanic force. You arch, carrying your back away from the bed as a gasp rushes up your throat so hard and fast you choke, breath stuck tight and so painful it allows your tears to spill over.

Eddie licks you through your release, soft laps of his tongue as you collapse back into his bed, shaking and whimpering at every touch, every suckle from his lips. He’s resisting the urge to grind against the mattress, hips aching to rut, to find any source of friction available, but he doesn’t want to come in his jeans. He wants to come inside you.

Eddie trails his lips across your hip bone when you’ve finally had enough, hypnotized by the glimmer of your tears falling across your beautiful face, slithering up your wrecked body to nudge his nose into your hot cheek.

“Taste so good.” He kisses the corner of your lip, humming proudly to himself when you turn into him, following his lips with an expression of pure bliss. “Wanted to do that for so long.” He tells you honestly, peering up at you as he rests his chin against your still pounding heart.

“I can tell.” You huff out a laugh as you try to gain your sense back, throat achy and raw, body tingling with electricity. His touch is delicate as he wipes your tears away, touches you like you’re some fragile thing he’s scared he might break. “I- that was incredible, Eddie.”

“Good,” He muses, settling on his knees between your thighs, he grabs his shirt at the base, pulls it up slowly like he’s teasing, exposing his alabaster skin to you. You reach out without thinking, following the slightly defined lines of his stomach, drawing your finger across black ink itched into the skin on his ribs. Wayne, in dark cursive, an homage to the uncle who was more a father than his biological one had ever been.

“Pretty.” You whisper out, smiling up at him as he tosses his shirt across the room.

“Don’t think guys are supposed to be pretty, sweetheart.” He quips, lips pulled into a little smirk that makes your stomach flutter like always.

“You are, Eddie.” You say it so simply, like it’s a complete no brainer, but to Eddie it’s earth shattering. Makes his smile falter as your words wrap tight around his heart, forces him to stop, to stare down at you with his big brown bambi eyes that you love so much.

You sit, feeling the shift in the air, feeling like maybe you said the wrong thing, but then he smiles at you so brightly it's blinding. He meets you halfway, presses his forehead against yours, closes his eyes.

“Eddie, are you okay?” You ask gently, brushing his hair out of his face to place your palm against his stubbled cheek. He nods into you, brushes his nose against yours before he’s capturing your lips in a slow kiss.

It’s tantalizing, the gentle push and pull of molded lips, wet pants, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip. Eddie doesn’t look the type - the soft and sensual type that is- his usual rough shield he’d built long ago to protect himself from the cruelty life had cursed him with guarding that hopeless romantic that lived deep in his chest. Eddie struggled to believe in things like love long ago, back when he was a gangly little boy listening to his mother cry herself to sleep next to him after another of his fathers devastating verbal attacks. As only a child, he saw the vacant stare his mother held when his father would chastise her for the littlest things, clench his tiny little fists as his father called his abuse love. The curse that was the Munson name scared any and all prospective love offers away.

”Don’t talk to that Munson boy, He’s bad news.”

“No good kid. Nothing but trouble just like his daddy.”

“Freak. Devil worshiper. Drug dealer. Criminal.”

Eddie was fine with being alone. Saw no use in wearing his heart on his sleeve just for it to be stomped on by some girl that could never care about him.

But then you sauntered into his life with a pep in your step and a smile reserved just for him. He couldn’t believe you were talking to him that first day, watching with bated breath and unsure eyes as you stole his pretzels and questioned him about what he was scribbling into his campaign notebook. He thought it was a fluke, a one off experience, until there you were the next day offering him half your lunch and questioning his love for Dio. Then the next, and the next after that, until it was such a routine that he couldn’t remember a time where you weren’t by his side.

It didn’t take him long to fall for you, head over heels, walls crumbling to ash at his feet every time you smiled or laughed or hugged him in a way only his mother had. You weren’t scared of what people thought of you being friends with the town freak, standing up to anybody that dared to speak ill of him. You were everything to him, his heart and his soul, and he thanked his mother every day he woke up, staring up at the ceiling as if he could see her face against the white stucco tile, for sending you to him.

His saving grace.

“I love you.” His voice is broken as he says it, eyes watering. Shame washes over him like waves, the words feeling like poison on his lips. If you didn’t feel the same; he’d be ruined.

“God, I love you, Eddie. So much, so much.” You’re kissing down the thick cords of his neck, smiling as he shutters out a breath, wraps you up in his arms as you kneel before each other on his bed. “Want you so bad, Eddie. Please. Please.”

You wait for him to nod against your shoulder, hiding in the curve of your neck, before you reach between your bodies to undo his belt. It clinks softly as you pull it from his belt loops, tossing it to the floor before you start working nimble fingers to the button of his pants, fumbling briefly with the zipper.

You’re yanking his pants down when he stops you, cupping your face in his strong hands, gazing down at you tenderly.

“I’ve never… I’ve never done this.” His admission rings through the air, making you tremble deep in your tummy. I’ve never done this. Which means, you’ll be his first. It pleases you more than it should. “Are you sure you still wanna? I won’t be mad if you don’t.”

He’s so unsure of himself at the moment, nothing like the man he’d imagined in his head earlier when he left for Hellfire. In fact nothing about this was what he imagined and in a way it makes it entirely better. He doesn’t want his first time with you to be some fast, wild, fuck that goes nowhere. Doesn't want to sit next to you tomorrow afternoon at lunch and pretend that the moment you shared didn’t rewrite his entire image of you. The love of his life. He knows you’re both just seniors, adults but still kids, still have your whole lives in front of you. But he also knows, you’re it for him.

“I want this, Eddie. I want you.” It’s all you can think to say and you punctuate it with a heavy kiss, sighing into the deliciousness of it. “Need you bad, baby.”

That's all it takes, baby slithers off the tip of your tongue and carries like the most beautiful song into Eddie’s ears. He pushes you back gently, watches as you collapse into his pillow with a giggle, your eyes wide and glossy. You felt it too, he didn’t need to be a genius to see it, not when your love for him was written all over your dazzling face. You have bewitched him, spellbound by such a simple pet name.

He wastes little time pulling the rest of his clothes from himself, leaving the bed only to grab a condom from his dresser drawer. He blushes when he turns back towards you and catches your eyes raking his body, an insatiable heat digging into your core like talons, dripping wetness at the sight of him naked alone.

He’s long and thick, a fat vein leading from his pretty blushing tip to his base framed by a dark bush. You’ve seen plenty of dicks before -okay, maybe like three- but none of them have looked as pretty as Eddie’s. It has your mouth watering, has you making grabby hands at him until he’s laughing, finding his way back to the bed.

“Needy girl.” He titters, tearing open the gray wrapper with pearly teeth, yet his hands are visibly shaking as he slides it down his hard length, groaning inwardly at the most friction he’s gotten since he walked in and found you.

You spread your legs wide for him as he adjusts and finds the most comfortable position between your legs. He lets out a quiet whimper as he slots himself against you, hoping like hell you can’t hear it, one hand resting on your hip as the other drags the head of his cock through your dripping folds. You keen at the sensation, tilting your hips into his strokes in hopes he’ll catch on the place you really need him.

“So needy for me.” His voice is hush, breath hot against your chest as he looks down at where your two bodies meet.

“Don’t tease me, Eddie. Been wanting you too long.” You guide his face up with gentle fingers, offer him a soft smile, but your eyes are nearly black, the color blown away by the dark expanse of your pupils. He thinks it’s crazy how rabid it makes him feel, your pupils but an obsidian pool so deep and welcoming he could drown in them.

“How long, baby?” He needs to hear the answer before this goes any further, needs to hear how he hasn't been alone in this brutal yearning.

“So long, baby, before I even knew you. Used to- used to think about you at night, i-imagine what you’d feel like, what you’d taste like. W-why do you think I sought you out, Eddie? I needed you.” You’re gasping after every word, shuddering at the pleasure that shoots through you with every heavy glide over your clit. It’s all consuming, better than your fingers and your toys. You could cum from this alone, you’re sure of it.

But Eddie has other plans as he lines himself up to your hole, whispering softly into your ear -”My little perv.”- before he’s pushing in agonizingly slow.

He’s biting his lip as he focuses on not coming the second he enters you, so tight and wet and weeping for him. He buckles forwards onto his elbows half way in, your tight and sudden clenching knocking the air from his lungs. The feeling of you wrapped around him is nothing like his hand, in fact he’s sure that nothing in this world can compare to the way you feel around him.

He’s struggling to keep his composure as he bottoms out inside you, burying his face into the side of your head as he whimpers and whines at the next level intensity of it all. A new, completely overwhelming feeling, that has him almost drooling into your hair as he moans into your ear as you grip his ass and beg him to move.

“Oh my god, y/n.” You smooth your hand down his bare back, soothing his fiery skin as he pulls all the way out till just his tip remains inside you, bottoming back out with a shaky thrust and even shakier breath. “F-fucking heaven.” He says as he screws his eyes shut, thankful you can’t see the pathetic expression on his face.

But it’s not enough for you, you don’t want him hiding himself, so you pull him up by the back of his head, kiss him sloppily once before saying, “Look at me, Eddie. I wanna see you.”

Eddie scoffs, shakes his head, eyes still tightly shut. “‘Mgonna cum if I look at you.”

“It’s okay, baby, I want you to come. Wanna hear you and see you as you cum inside me.”

“Oh fucking hell.” His thrust picks up at your words, eyes springing open to find yours as he fucks into you harder, less sloppy than before.

His hair blankets around your face, shields you from the room, leaves you in this private little bubble that's all you and him and wet hot pants, eyes locked in an rhapsodic gaze that neither of you can or want to pull away from. The coil inside you tightens tenfold as his fingers find your bundle of nerves, rubbing harshly against them as he keeps his even thrusts.

He’s the first to speak.

“Can’t go back to b-before.” He pleads openly, “Not now, not after this.”

“I know, Eds. I know.” You can barely speak, wound so tight you feel like you're gonna combust underneath him.

“Wanna be yours. Please, let me be yours.” He sounds near tears from the delirious pleasure coursing through his body, any other time he’d be filled with shame, but you’re safe. You’re his person.

You push the hair from his face, hold him tenderly in your grasp, thumb tugging at his bottom lip as you earnestly tell him, “You’ve always been mine, Eddie. I’ve always been yours.”

He crashes his lips to yours, craving your mouth as he cums deep inside you, whining prettily into the smoldering kiss. You follow after, nails indenting into the curve of his shoulders as you cum, air knocked from your lungs, toes curling against his bed sheets. Your scream is muffled by his hot mouth, hips carrying you through it till he’s whining from the oversensitivity.

You gasp at the sudden loss as Eddie pulls out and collapses against your chest, ear pressed to your thundering heart beat. Your bodies shake together in the come down, his lower half deflating into the mattress as you stroke his hair, tucking the crazy strands behind his ear and out of his mouth.

He wraps his arms around your back as he lays on you, nuzzles his nose into your soft skin, humming in satisfaction.

“Was it okay?” He asks after a couple minutes of silence, kissing against your ribcage.

“Incredible. I-” You huff out a laugh, smooth your thumb down his cheekbone. “I’ve never cum so hard before.”

He wants to thrust his fist into the air, so proud that even on his first time he’s made you cum better than anyone before him, but instead he holds you tighter, basking in the glow.

“Wanna do that again?” You ask cheekily, smiling down at him with a devilish look. “I wanna try those handcuffs.”

He rolls off you with a laugh, titling his head up at you with a faux, and deeply exaggerated, look of disapproval.

“Damn, baby. Can a guy get a minute to regain his breath? I’m not some sorta machine, you needy thing.”

You giggle at him, curl your body against his, slap fat wet kisses at his bare chest as he continues to jokingly chastise you.

“I fucking love you, Eddie Munson.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader smut #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fan fic #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fluff

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wormdebut · 8 months

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STEDDIE MICROFIC OCTOBER - LOLLIPOP

@steddiemicrofic | Word: Suck | Word Count: 480 | Rated: E | CW: Slutty Bathroom Blow Jobs, Baby!

Truly the fattest shout out to this song.

SMUT AHEAD. Minors DNI.

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Steve isn’t entirely sure how he ended up here but—okay, well, it was that stupid song. His very hot, very weird, roommate Eddie, and his dumb band had covered a stupid emo song from two-thousand whenever, and it was—

It was fucking hot. Eddie was fucking hot and it had done it for Steve, okay?

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“I really don’t need the image of you getting sucked off like a lollipop or whatever” Steve had joked.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, stupid hot smirk on his face, “It’s ‘lick me like a lollipop’, Stevie.”

“Whatever! My point still stands!”

“Why did you want to be the one to do it?” Eddie asked, smug grin holding strong.

“Do, what, Eddie?”

“Suck.”

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Now Steve was getting pushed into a dirty bathroom in a grungy dive bar and Eddie Munson was biting at his neck.

“Oh, fuck.” Steve shivers as Eddie licks a stripe up his neck.

“You like that, Stevie?”

Steve pushes at Eddie’s shoulder and Eddie lets out a dark laugh when his back hits the wall.

“Fuck, Eddie. Let me—let me.” Steve drops to his knees, hands grasping as Eddie’s belt.

“God—fuck. Remind me to send a thank you letter to Framing Hanley.” Eddie breathes and Steve looks up with a questioning stare.

“What?”

Eddie huffs out a laugh. “Nothing baby, it’s nothing. Just—“ Eddie runs a hand through Steve’s hair before pulling at the strands. His other hand grabbing the belt out of Steve’s hand, yanking it off. “Lick me like a lollipop, baby.”

He whimpers as Eddie’s hand tightens in his hair. Steve’s own jut forward pulling at the button on Eddie’s too tight skinny jeans. He pushes them down, taking Eddie’s briefs down with them.

Steve stares at Eddie’s hard cock, licking his lips as he stares at the pre come glistening on the tip.

He’s already got his fucking roommate half naked in a bar bathroom, may as well commit.

Steve leans forward licking a hot stripe from root to tip, before taking Eddie in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he does.

“Oh my fucking—Steve.” Eddie gasps and Steve sucks harder, swallowing around Eddie as he does. Eddie’s grip on his hair is delicious and Steve can’t help the moan he lets out around the other man, hips thrusting forward as he feels Eddie’s cock pulse in his mouth.

Steve doubles down, taking Eddie all the way into his mouth.

“God, I knew you’d be a fucking slut for my cock, Stevie—shit.” His voice breaks when Steve hums. Eyes flicking up to meet Eddie’s. “Fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, baby.” Eddie warns and Steve keeps eye contact, his fingers digging into Eddie’s thigh as he comes down Steve’s throat.

Steve had barely pulled off, when Eddie pulls him up, pulling him into a heated kiss. Eddie bites at his lip, before flipping them around.

“Your turn.”

#steddie #steddie microfic #steddiemicrofic #steddie microfic october #one of many if I am being so honest #BLAME FRAMING HANLEY #worm brain #steddiemicroficoctober

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Eddie Munson - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: surprise!! to celebrate the end of my birthday week sleepover I decided to do a lil nsfw alphabet for my beloved boy Eddie! I hope you enjoy!! <33

p.s I also just might have a few more of these lined up for a few more Stranger Things characters too…

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Eddie is an aftercare king, literally the sweetest, softest boy there is. He’ll let you take your time as you recover, because he’s probably overstimulated the hell out of you after making you cum multiple times. He’ll kiss and stroke all over your body gently, whispering soft praise about how good you were for him. Once you feel ready to move he’ll coax you into the shower to get cleaned up. Sometimes he even joins you in the shower and helps wash your body for you. He’s just very tender and intimate with his aftercare. Like his aftercare is simple, but so effective. He usually puts down a towel or an old shirt or something before he fucks you so you guys won't have to worry about the mess too much afterwards. Then once you guys are cleaned up he’ll just snuggle and smooch the hell out of you until you guys fall asleep.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eddie likes his hands and his fingers the most about himself, and honestly it’s mostly because he knows just how much you love them. Eddie’s one to love and worship his partner’s entire body but I think if he had to pick some favourite parts it would be your ass, your thighs, and your tummy, no matter the size.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I think Eddie cums a lot to be honest; I think he can go multiple rounds and cum multiple times. He’s also definitely has a thing for eating you out after he’s cum inside you, tasting the mixture of your cum with his. He’s also been known to to snap a Polaroid of his cum leaking out of you; he thinks it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Eddie likes to jerk himself off with your panties when you leave them behind at his place. Like I think he’ll take whatever shirt of yours you’ve left at his as well, or even the shirt of his that you borrowed, and just inhale the scent of you whilst he fucks himself into his hand, your pretty panties wrapped around his dick. He’s also obsessed with taking dirty pictures of you with his Polaroid. He even took a picture once of him jerking off into your panties and gave it to you as a gift to remind you just what you do to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Okay so personally I think Eddie is reasonably experienced. I don’t think he’s ever really been in a proper relationship before but I do think he’s definitely fucked. Like he's had quite a few secret hook ups and one night stands, like after his gigs or whatever. And he’s the type to get off on giving his partners pleasure so he’s definitely put the work in to learn how to please whoever he’s hooking up with so yeah he’s definitely a good lay in my opinion.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Eddie goes absolutely wild for having you ride him. He thinks he’ll literally never tire of that view. It’s usually his go to image in his head when he jerks off, when he’s not using his favourite filthy Polaroids of you. He loves how fucking hot it looks to have you on top of him but also he loves how intimate and sweet it can be when he sits up to press his face against yours, letting your breathes mingle and your lips meet sloppily as you fuck yourself on him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Oh absolutely this boy can be goofy in bed. He’s so good at making you feel comfortable and safe and even in the midst of fucking you good and proper he can still make you laugh and giggle with his antics. He’ll put on stupid voices, crack jokes, whatever. Sex with Eddie can sometimes just be so lighthearted and fun. And you think it might just be one of your favourite things about him. But, don’t get me wrong, Eddie can still be super intense and serious when he wants to be. Sometimes while he’s fucking you he’s so unbelievably soft and tender and intimate with you you genuinely think your heart might burst; like he literally teaches you the definition of making love.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Eddie doesn’t shave down there at all and honestly good for him. His bush is glorious, it’s canon to me. His snail trial is beautiful and you often love to gently twirl your fingers in his lil trial to tease him before you get to touching him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

As I said earlier Eddie definitely has an intense and intimate streak to him. He really puts his all into showing you how much he loves and worships you, because this boy is down bad for you. And I think he shows this a lot by worshipping your body and pleasuring you. Like Eddie is definitely a giver in the bedroom and it’s one of his ways of expressing how much he fucking adores you. He also does like to be face to face with you when you’re ‘making love’ because he loves watching your face. He likes being so close to you he can feel your breath mixing with his own, your noses bumping together, your lips meeting in desperate and sloppy kisses.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Yeah Eddie jerks off a lot. Like a lot. And like I said previously, he’s definitely got a thing for using your panties to help get himself off. It honestly wouldn’t surprise me if he got himself off almost every night. He usually likes to whip out the dirty Polaroids he’s got of you and jerk off to them. He’s constantly having to take even more filthy Polaroids of you when you come over because he’s, well, ruined a few of them by accidentally finishing all over them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Choking, both being choked himself and choking his partner. Biting / marking. Mild blood kink. He likes to be pegged for sure. Overstimulation. Edging. Somnophilia. Voyeurism. Mutual masturbation. Being tied up / restrained, or doing so to his partner; those handcuffs come in handy ya know. He’d probably be into role play / dressing up, like having you as a sexy maiden or elf queen or something along those lines. And I think with the role playing thing he might potentially be into some consensual non-consent stuff, but only if you were into it too. He definitely has that fantasy of fucking you whilst you’re wearing the infamous Princess Leia bikini. He also kinda has a thing for fucking you in places where other people can hear you as well; he’s into semi-public sex.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

So I think his favourite place to do it is probably your bed because honestly it’s just much nicer than his. But he also likes to do it in his trailer, especially since he’s usually alone a fair amount of the time whilst Wayne is out working a lot. Like as much as he does have a thing for letting other people hear how good he makes you feel he also really likes the intimacy of how closed off from the world the two of you can be in the trailer alone. Also special mention to his dungeon master throne because he most definitely likes to fuck you there as well. And honourable mention to the back of his van, of course.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Oh gods, almost anything and everything turns him on. He is a horny, horny boy. You wear his favourite skirt to school? He’s fucking you in the nearest storage room. You chew your lip whilst you concentrate on your strategy during a DnD game? He’s fucking on the table afterwards. He genuinely just finds almost everything about you so incredibly sexy he struggles to contain himself most of the time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Any kind of face slapping, I don’t know why but I just don’t think he’d like that / want to do that.

0 = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he definitely prefers giving. He fucking lives to eat you out, it’s one of his most favourite things in the world. He could do it for hours, just revelling in how good you taste. Sometimes it’s enough for him cum in his pants just from going down on you. But don’t get wrong, he’s still absolutely fucking weak for when you go down on him. When you blow him he is an absolute wreck, like whimpering and whining pathetically as he bucks into your mouth. Usually he doesn’t let you blow him for too long before he’s just begging to actually fuck you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Eddie is flexible and adaptable, he can honestly do both! He can fuck you hard and fast, so rough and brutal that you’re seeing stars. Or, he can make such sweet and tender love to you that your heart literally melts from the intimacy and intensity of it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Oh he’s always down for a quickie. Like yes he absolutely loves longer sessions where he can really take the time to make you cum over and over again. But sometimes the two of you can only squeeze in brief moments together and a quickie is all you can afford, and he’s honestly more than happy to take that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yeah he’s absolutely a risk taker when it comes to fucking you in semi-public settings. He absolutely loves to fuck you whilst there’s other people in the house because he gets off on the idea of other people hearing just how good he makes you feel, other people hearing you scream his name. You’ve honestly lost count of the number of times he’s fucked you in random bedrooms and bathrooms at various house parties. He’s also definitely down to experiment with various things, new positions, new toys, etc. He’s honestly always looking for new ways to please you and through all the experimentation he’s mostly paying attention to what you end up liking and enjoying the most.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This boy has incredible stamina. He can go round after round with minimal recovery / rest time in between. And even if he needs time to recover he’ll still make busy with pleasuring you in the meantime. I feel like this makes up for the fact that he doesn’t really last too long once he actually starts getting stimulated himself, which is why he puts so much effort into pleasuring you in other ways like with his fingers and / or his tongue. Regardless, Eddie tires you out good and proper pretty much every single time he fucks you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I think he’s probably got a very well used fleshlight that he sometimes uses to get off with when you’re not around. And he think he does like to use toys on you as well. Again like I just said in the previous point, he likes to pleasure you in other ways before he gets to actually fucking you so yeah he absolutely loves to use toys on you. His favourite is using a reasonably small vibrator to help fuck you at the same time he eats you out. Then there’s, of course, the strap-on that you use to peg him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves to tease. But it’s usually because he wants to make you just as horny as he is at any given moment. He knows how much you love his hands and his fingers and he uses that to his advantage. Placing them on your thigh, brushing them along your arm, running them suggestively over his lips, adjusting his belt and looping his thumbs through his jeans. Just anything to draw your attention to his hands because he knows that’s a sure fire way to drive you absolutely wild with lust for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Eddie can be either quiet or loud depending on what mood he’s in. So when he’s domming you he’s very loud; grunting, groaning, and talking dirty. But when he’s in sub mode he’s a bit more quiet. He’s all soft whimpers and whines, gentle gasps and moans, his voice shaky and wavering as he cries out your name.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay so because I think Eddie gets off on pleasuring his partners I think he’s actually really good in bed, like he knows how to please his partners. And because of this I think secretly a lot of the cheerleaders like to use him to covertly hook up with and get off because all their jock boyfriends are shit in bed. He doesn’t mind, I mean he think’s it’s hot, but also it kinda makes Eddie feel dirty and not in the good way because they’re all just using him for pleasure and then not even acknowledging him outside of that. This was all before he got together with you, of course. You, who finally showed him the love and appreciation he deserves outside of the bedroom as well.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Okay so I personally think Eddie is packing a pretty reasonable dick. In my head it’s slightly longer than average and is of average girth. And you best believe he knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eddie has a hella high sex drive; that boy is horny almost 24/7. He’s literally so needy for you. If you can’t come over for the night he just makes do with jerking himself off imagining and wishing he was fucking you. Honestly, as I said, I can imagine he gets himself almost every night. And when you do come over to visit him, oh boy does he take advantage of every second you’re with him, going multiple rounds, making both you and him cum multiple times. But even outside of sex, Eddie is still just generally needy. I think he’s reasonably clingy and honestly just constantly wants you near him. He often likes to pull you into his lap and wrap his arms around you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He’ll do this even in the cafeteria at school, he doesn’t care, he really just wants to touching you in some way almost all the time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

My precious boy is absolutely lights out after he’s finished fucking you. Especially because it’s usually the norm for him to go multiple rounds with you. So yeah it’s usually mere minutes (after he’s finished with the aftercare of course) before he’s snoring away with his arms draped over you, his lips pursed into an adorable little pout. I don’t know why but I just imagine Eddie to have a tiny soft pout to his lips when he sleeps.

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liveshauntedmoved · 1 year

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I'm a heartless bitch no scene could break me. The scene:

Part 2/2

Non RP Blogs DO NOT INTERACT

#stevie edits #e. munson image #okay i hear it now.... eddie privldges revoked #blood tw

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hellfirexhoe · 2 years

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Saturday | Eddie Munson x Bitchy Reader

Summary: Eddie and reader are enemies who fuck on the down low. Reader attends a party that Eddie specifically asked her not to go to, but why would she ever listen to him?

Warnings: 18+ content, minors do not interact, drug use, language, reader gets very drunk, sexual violence, violent violence, angst, mentions of vomit

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Once the afterglow from your closet rendezvous had left his system Eddie was left with a niggling sense of irritation, a feeling that only grew the longer he tried to ignore it. By Friday evening he was in a foul mood and the Hellfire members couldn’t help but notice it. Dustin was the only one brave enough to ask Eddie if anything was wrong, but the black look he received quickly informed the group that whatever was eating Eddie was not something he was going to share.

Hellfire ended on time that night, an event that was previously thought to be a myth. Eddie waved everyone off when they attempted to help him clear the room,

“ ‘s fine, just go home.” No one was going to argue with him tonight so they quietly said their goodbyes and left him in the room. Eddie packed the set up into its boxes, trying desperately to shake the image from his mind that had been plaguing him all day.

It was you. You were giggling, hair untied from its usual ponytail so your curls framed your face, your cheeks were flushed as hands ran up your thighs. A soft sigh escapes your parted lips as your partner comes up to kiss you, hands running over all of your sensitive spots that Eddie himself knew like they were on his own body.

Except, your partner wasn’t Eddie. In Eddie’s mind, he’d walked in on this scene and was watching from the door while a party carried on from behind him. Most of today he’d been able to shake it from his head before it escalated, it was like his brain was intent on torturing him with this image.

You, on the other hand, were totally fine. Your Friday evening was spent in your bedroom with Chrissy trying on outfits for the party the next day.

“You still haven’t told me where you disappeared to after Spanish. We were walking along and then poof! You were gone!”

“Had to pee Chris.”

“Don’t lie to me, Louise said you ditched Math. No pee takes that long.”

“I was having digestive distress.”

“Also a lie.” Chrissy narrows her eyes at you while you rummage through your drawers, trying to find some tights. She wasn’t stupid, she was giving you a chance to tell you herself, she’d already heard the rumor about you and Eddie in the closet but wanted to hear it from you.

“Fine. Yes, the rumor you heard is accurate.”

“In a closet? On campus?” You shrug chuckling at her expression,

“Honestly? Miles better than sitting in a stuffy classroom for an hour.”

“And its not weird? You guys haven’t fallen in love with each other or anything?”

“God no, perish the thought of me falling in love with Eddie Munson. He’s a good fuck, that’s all it is. He feels the same.”

“You guys talk? When you’re fucking?”

“It’s more like an unspoken truth.”

“Hmm.” Chrissy remains unconvinced that neither of you are being affected by your activities.

“We both know the score, I’m a free agent, free to fuck whoever I please tomorrow.”

“And he’s okay with that?”

You remember the flicker of anger you felt from Eddie at the mention of you sleeping with someone at the party, the way he had grabbed you, told you he would ruin you for anyone else, held you so tight you thought you might break.

“Totally okay with it.”

Eddie made his drop at Jason’s a few hours before the party, keen to get it over with and to avoid seeing you. The growing unease he felt while driving up to the house only worsened as Rick drove past, obviously leaving Jason’s having performed a similar delivery. Rick wasn’t necessarily a bad dude, but he had no problems selling to bad dudes. Then again, Eddie was also selling to bad dudes, just with more stipulations on what he would sell.

Eddie was met by one of Jason’s friends at the door for handover, Prince Carver was obviously much too busy with party planning to deal with drug deals, plus Eddie doubts Carver would ever be caught dead by drugs from anyone, it would ruin the clean boy image.

“Patrick, Jason needs your help moving some sofas, Chrissy and I are much too weak for such work, we need a strong man.” Eddie freezes as he hears your flirtatious giggle from inside the house. You step out into the hall from a room and Eddie is unable to hear the words that leave your lips over the sound of blood roaring in his ears.

You’re wearing a red dress that skims the tops of your thighs, legs clad in fishnet tights, heels showing off how toned your legs are. Eddie’s eyes take in every detail, down to the rollers which are still in your hair.

“I can finish up here, you go help Jason, you big brute.” You slap Patrick’s arm affectionately and giggle as he hands the cash to you and enters the room you appeared from.

“Is it all here?” Eddie stares blankly at you until your click your fingers in his face, “Munson! Is it all here?”

Eddie shakes himself and nods at you, handing over a brown paper bag to you and you hand him the money. You thank him and slowly close the door, once you’re out of sight Eddie seems to remember to breathe and that he should leave.

The image of you with someone else had been bad enough, but seeing your outfit meant he was now seeing everything in excruciating detail, seeing you flirt with Patrick meant that your partner was no longer just a faceless, vaguely male shape. It was Patrick’s hands tangling in your hair, Patrick’s hips that your legs lock around. Your red dress hanging around your waist as Patrick touches your breasts, red lipstick transferring from your lips onto Patrick’s skin.

How Eddie made it home without crashing the van as a result of his brain being determined to torment him is a mystery to him. He stays sitting in the van until his hands stop shaking. Wayne had already left for work so Eddie is facing the prospect of being alone with his thoughts until the morning. So he smokes, he burns through his personal stash over the course of a few hours, more a chimney than a man at this point.

You lean back and close your eyes as hands run through your hair, you’ve always loved having your hair played with, and this extends to hair styling as you’re now discovering as Chrissy unwinds your curled hair from the rollers at the back of your head, as you’d done for her.

“I hate to bring this up right now...”

“Then please don’t.”

“You saw how Eddie looked at you. Are you really sure there’s no feeling there?”

“Chris, no offense, but you were watching from a window, I got the full face. There wasn’t a look.”

“Bullshit.” Chrissy lets a rare near-swear go and you turn in your chair, mock scandal on your face,

“Chrissy Cunningham what is that foul language?” She laughs,

“You’re corrupting me!!” You link arms with her and head out of the bathroom and down to the party, keen to avoid any further discussion of Eddie for an evening.

You’re giddy a few hours in, going shot for shot with the basketball team will do that to someone. Jason has already switched Chrissy to water, but you? You’re a free agent, and determined to prove that a cheerleader can handle their drink better than any man. Your trash talking has attracted a small crowd and your attention has been caught by a guy you don’t remember seeing at school.

On a break from pounding shots you nudge Chrissy and use your eyes to indicate the guy,

“Who is that?”

“M’not sure, think he’s just one of the guy’s friends. Never met him before.”

“Well cute, tall stranger is making eyes at me.” You flounce over, alcohol tipping you beyond confidence into over-confidence, you go to introduce yourself but he beats you to the punch,

“Finally, was wondering how long I’d have to stare at you to get you to stop pounding shots and just say hi.”

“Well, hi?”

“I’m Hunter.”

You snort and give him your name in return, “Well, Hunter, what’s the prey tonight?”

He smiles and hands you a drink, “You, if I’m lucky.”

You politely decline the drink and he shrugs, taking a glug, “Fine by me, more for me. Smart girl though, not taking drinks from strangers.”

“Does Team Cheerleader admit defeat?” Andy jeers from the table where he’s set up more shot glasses.

“Never.”

You return to your position, quickly knocking back two shots while Andy is still pouring his,

“Jesus.” Andy has a look of almost fear in his eyes.

There is no high on Earth that could stop Eddie’s mind from racing the way it has been. At least that’s how it feels to him right now. He’s also cleared out of anything other than weed until tomorrow night, so it’s not like he could try.

Sick of torturing himself, he decides he’s going to crash the party, he rationalizes that maybe if he does see what he thinks he will that it might kick him into some kind of rational thinking. He might still be able to walk away.

“Hunter. w-who names their kid that. fuck that’s funny.” Your speech is slurred and legs are uncoordinated as your new companion helps you upstairs, insisting you need to lie down, take a nap. Chrissy had tried to intervene but you waved her off insisting you were fine, and Hunter was fine too.

But now you’re alone in a room with a virtual stranger who has anything but a nap on his mind, and this only dawns on you as you are shoved against a wall, rough hands grabbing at you.

“Hunter ‘m too drun for thi-” Your words are cut off by lips being pressed to yours, a foreign tongue invading your mouth, smearing your lipstick as you try to turn your face. You’re being forced onto the bed now, and in your fear your body goes limp, willing it to just be over with. You hear the sound of fabric ripping, and then a loud bang as the bedroom door is thrown open.

Of all the scenes Eddie could have walked into, this one was something he never would have wanted to imagine. You, looking barely conscious on the bed with some creep’s hands all over you. Eddie grabbed Hunter and threw him to the ground, fists laying blows until his rings were covered in blood, Hunter was barely able to register was happening before Eddie broke his nose. Eddie was still seething and shaking as you slipped off the bed and knelt beside him, Hunter had gone limp under Eddie, blood bubbling from his broken nose was the only way you could tell he was still alive.

“Eddie? Eddie ‘m okay. Stop now.” You sniffle slightly on the last word and he turns to you, a hand gently stroking your face,

“Promise me you’re okay?” You nod, your hand laying over his. “He didn- I got here in time right?” You nod again,

“Can you take me home?” You hiccup slightly “I was supposed to stay here but...”

Eddie straightens up and takes your hand to help you to your feet. You manage to sneak down the stairs together, everyone’s attention turned to Patrick doing a keg stand. Chrissy is waiting by the front door, eyeing you nervously.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I tried to follow you guys but he locked the door and I couldn’t get in but then Eddie showed up looking for you.” Chrissy lets out a choked sob and you pull her in for a hug,

“You did good, I promise I’m okay. Eddie’s going to give me a ride home.”

“Thank you.” Chrissy nods to Eddie awkwardly as she opens the door for you guys to leave before returning to Jason, making an excuse that you got sick and wanted to go home.

“Have you seen Andy’s friend anywhere? H-something? I don’t know.”

Chrissy shakes her head at Jason, deciding it better to let someone else deal with the unconscious dirtbag upstairs.

The atmosphere in the van is tense, Eddie hasn’t said a word to you since you climbed in, you don’t bother asking how he knows where you live as he starts driving. You slump back into your seat, eyeing Eddie nervously,

“So...”

“We can’t do this anymore.” Eddie’s tone is flat and matter of fact and you know immediately what he’s talking about, but you ask anyway,

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t keep fucking you and pretending it doesn’t mean anything. We need to stop this.” Eddie’s eyes are fixed on the road, even as you place a hand over his and squeeze it gently,

“Please can we talk about this tomorrow. Not tonight Eddie, please.”

He nods and moves his hand to return yours to your lap. The rest of the journey is spent in silence, Eddie parks on the drive of your pitch black house,

“I’ll wait until you’re inside.” He gestures to the door, motioning for you to leave.

“Eddie... please. Can you, please, can you come inside?” You plead, terrified to be alone, Eddie leans his head back and sighs softly,

"Okay. Let me just park around the corner." Eddie parks up a little way from your house, then steps out of the driver's side and walks around to open your door, holding a hand out to steady you as you stumble slightly,

“Easy there tiger, I've gotcha." You wrap an arm around his neck to stabilise yourself and he helps you to walk the path leading to your parents house.

Once you've snuck into your parent’s house, you point Eddie in the direction of the kitchen to wash his hands while you check your parents are asleep. Satisfied with the deep breathing and snoring you hear from outside their room you motion for Eddie to come upstairs.

“Why are you bringing a bucket?”

“In case you puke, obviously.” Eddie hisses at you as you step into your bedroom. You step into your bathroom to clean yourself up, unable to properly look at your face in the mirror. You bin the ripped fishnets and step into your shower, letting the hot water erase any bad sensations left on your skin.

Eddie meanwhile has never felt more out of place, your room feels like it could be the same size as his trailer, it’s clean and tidy. He doesn’t even want to sit on the bed for fear of messing it up, so he stands awkwardly in the middle of your room, taking it all in.

When you step out of the bathroom, staggering slightly Eddie’s hands are reaching for you, to steady you, you offer him a small smile as he helps you into bed. You wriggle over so there’s room and pat the space next to you, Eddie shakes his head.

“I’m fine on the floor.” Eddie sits beside the bed, back leaning against the bed frame.

“Eddie..”

“Go to sleep, I’ll make sure you’re safe. Bucket duty and all that.”

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Week 4 Masterlist

It's the end of the challenge! See below for all of the last week's posts from some very talented writers.

Thank you to everyone who participated by writing or creating art, for those who followed along and reblogged to support these writers and artists, and everyone who cheered me on during the chaos of still handling life and this blog every single day!

Keep your eyes peeled throughout 2024 for some pop-up challenges!

DAY 22 - SPORTS AU

deep penetration up the field by @steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | no cw | tags: secret relationship, football player steve, musician eddie, dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation

I wanna dance with somebody by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation with art by @house-of-the-moving-image | Rated T | cw: some vague mention of eddie's boner | tags: no UD au, meet cute, good neighbor eddie munson, dancer steve harrington

Go For Gold by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | no cw | tags: swimming au, olympic trials, racing, rivalry, a dash of secret relationship, eddie & gareth are bffs

Freestyle love by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | no cw | tags: enemies to lovers, whump, university/college au

She shoots, she scores by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: lesbian steddie au, genderswap steddie, soccer au

The New Highs and Lows of a Ball Boy by @klausinamarink | Rated G | cw: ankle injury | tags: volleyball, pre-relationship, jeff is eddie's best friend, sweetheart steve, secret shakespeare fan steve, post s1

winter games by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: basketball, fluff, eddie enduring jock stobin

DAY 23 - UNCLE WAYNE ADOPTS STEVE

wayne's got him by steddieas-shegoes | Rated G | cw: migraines | tags: hurt/comfort, established relationship, fluff

Eddie Munson's family dinner by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: nudity | tags: modern au, rockstar eddie, royal steve, established relationship

Beautiful Boys by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: lingering injuries/trauma | tags: post s4, eddie munson lives, good uncle wayne munson, wayne & steve, wayne pov

breaking frozen ground by @cranberrymoons | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, gardening, appalachian wayne

Time after time by @alingeringmirth | Rated T | cw: reference to abuse, reference of canon fake suicide | tags: steve harrington has bad parents, steve harrington needs a hug

DAY 24 - BIRTHDAY

The king's gift by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated T | cw: very light dubcon if you squint, mild blood and violence | tags: time travel, magic au, fantasy au, royal eddie, time traveler steve

birthday mess by steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | no cw | tags: frosting in places frosting shouldn't be, slight body worship, edging, blowjob, light dom/sub, dom eddie, sub steve

Dirty Thirty by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: childhood trauma, language | tags: established relationship, future fic, steve & gareth, eddie turns 30, birthday blues, hurt/comfort, steve pov

holly jolly birthday by @cranberrymoons | Rated E | no cw | tags: fluff, teasing, light bondage

The day before Christmas, a day to forget by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | cw: reference to neglectful parenting | tags: steve harrington has bad parents, surprise party

DAY 25 - CHRISTMAS

light of my life, pain in my ass by steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | cw: interrupted sex, mention of dom drop | tags: established relationship, mishap with christmas lights, dom/sub, dom eddie, sub steve, hurt/comfort, they take care of each other

words that are hard to swallow by @starryeyedjanai | Rated T | no cw | tags: modern au, christmas gifts, birthday gifts, accidental come ons

Merry whatever by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated G | no cw | tags: fluff, getting together, first kiss

art by @house-of-the-moving-image

Sophie Munson's Best Christmas Gift Ever by @klausinamarink | Rated G | no cw | tags: domestic fluff, transmasc eddie, steddie dads, side buckingham, modern au

his heart's fondest wish by @lingeringmirth | Rated T | cw: mentioned canon character death, grief, unhealthy coping mechanism, self-destructive behavior | tags: mourning, hurt steve harrington, dead eddie munson, open ended, unreliable narrator

Five Christmases by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language | tags: established relationship, future fic, christmas day, full schedule, family & friends, mostly fluff, a little obligation, steve pov

one christmas morning by @cranberrymoons | Rated M | no cw | tags: fluff, future fic, married life

Oh ho the mistletoe by @atimeofyourlife | Rated G | no cw | tags: pre-steddie, getting together, mistletoe

DAY 26 - "WHO DID THIS TO YOU?"

nowhere else he wants to be by @lingeringmirth | Rated G | cw: mention of violence, mention of homophobia | tags: established steddie, eddie lives, hurt/comfort, hurt steve, post-vecna, steve has at least one bad parent

i'm stayin' by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: off-screen violence, mentioned childhood abuse (not in detail) | tags: steve harrington has bad parents, established relationship, secret relationship, pre-season 4, hurt/comfort, asthmatic steve

A Cat-tivating Distraction by @paperbackribs | Rated T | no cw | tags: established relationship, modern au

In too deep by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: blood and injury, mild gore, monsters, tentacles, horror, light mind control, referenced murder, billy hargrove (not in this but guess "who did this?") | tags: eddie munson whump, billy hargrove being an asshole, lake monster steve harrington, dark steve harrington, possessive behavior

Kiss me better by @katyawriteswhump | Rated M | cw: sex, possible temporary character death | tags: whump, magic au, incubus!eddie, hurt steve, fluff

Hell to Pay by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: aftermath of off-screen violence, injuries | tags: post s4, eddie munson lives, but hawkins is shitty to him, established relationship, uncle wayne & steve, hurt/comfort, steve pov

I'll help your pain by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | cw: canonical injuries, recovering from head injury, mention of neglectful parenting & medical neglect | tags: concussed steve, steve has head trauma, pre-steddie

I'm Still Here, Boys by @klausinamarink | Rated T | cw: offscreen physical assault | tags: wound care, hurt/comfort, post s4, steve lives with the munsons, wayne being the best uncle

First Responder by @steddie-island | Rated T | cw: blood, off-screen violence, possessive tommy hagan (off-screen)

DAY 27 - COFFEE SHOP / BOOKSHOP / TATTOO AU

fairy porn crisis by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: dirty talk, implied sexual content | tags: bookshop owner eddie, steve is having a sexuality crisis but subtly, flirting, getting together, modern au

Crumb Together by @thisapplepielife | Rated T | cw: language | tags: modern au, meet cute, platonic stobin, coffee shop/bakery au, fluff, steve pov

Baby, it's cold outside by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated M | cw: alcohol, implied sex | tags: coffee shop owner steve, tattoo studio owner eddie, christmas fluff, flirting, sexual tension, getting together

A coffee delivery by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: coffee shop au, tattoo au, tattoo artist eddie munson, barista steve harrington, pre-steddie

DAY 28 - PROPOSAL

more than everything else by steddieas-shegoes | Rated M | cw: suggestive language | tags: domestic fluff, sappy and romantic

Twenty-Eight Across by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: heavy petting, fade to black sex, afterglow | tags: established relationship, future fic, long-term love, fluff, softness, proposal, eddie pov

Eddie's Proposal by @paperbackribs | Rated T | no cw | tags: eddie and chrissy are besties, pre-steddie, buckingham, no upside down au

Exactly what it's meant to say by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated G | no cw | tags: established relationship, moving in together, fluff, marriage proposal

i was supposed to ask you! by lingeringmirth | Rated M | no cw | tags: established relationship, fluff & angst, banter, some shenanigans, brief chief hopper cameo

I love you though you hurt me so (i'm gonna pack my things and go) by @atimeofyourlife | Rated T | cw: hurt/no comfort | tags: failed proposal, break-up, angst

DAY 29 - SPICY CONTENT (MATURE OR EXPLICIT)

safe and warm by steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | cw: dom/sub | tags: soft dom eddie munson, sub steve harrington, service mouth steve harrington, cockwarming, overuse of terms of endearment, subspace, coming untouched, aftercare

Art by @house-of-the-moving-image

Rainbow in the Dark by @thisapplepielife | Rated E | cw: sexual content, 18+, mentions of recreational weed use | tags: post s4, eddie munson lives, first time, fooling around in the van, inexperience, grinding, bisexual steve harrington, bisexual eddie munson, eddie pov

A well-rounded meal by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated E | cw: sexually explicit content, d/s dynamic, cockwarming, humiliation kink, praise kink, subspace | tags: dom steve, sub eddie

naturally induced by @lingeringmirth | Rated E | cw: intersex omega eddie, vaginal knotting | tags: omegaverse, omega eddie munson, alpha steve harrington, pregnant eddie, inducing labor through sex, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, knotting, bit of a breeding kink, sappily in love steve, all the banter

Size doesn't matter. by a timeofyourlife | Rated M | no cw | tags: established relationship, steve has a small dick

Call Me by @wormdebut | Rated E | no cw | tags: phone sex, football player steve, rockstar eddie, slutty dudes, masturbation

DAY 30/31 - NEW YEAR'S EVE / RESOLUTIONS

new year, new me by steddieas-shegoes | Rated E | cw: semi-public sex, unsafe sex, under-negotiated kink | tags: strangers to lovers, meet-horny, rock star eddie munson, actor steve harrington, modern au, dirty talk, light dom/sub, anal fingering, anal sex

We'll give it a shot by just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated G | cw: aftermath of injury, aftermath of trauma | tags: established relationship, recovery, fluff

Go With This by @thisapplepielife | Rated M | cw: underage drinking, weed, off-screen sex while under the influence | tags: post s4, eddie munson lives, new year's eve party, all the teens, kissing at midnight, getting together, morning after, eddie pov

Happy New Year by @atimeofyourlife | Rated G | no cw | tags: minor steddie

364 days later by @katyawriteswhump | Rated T | cw: off-screen/pre-fic violence including domestic violence | tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, established steddie

being brave by lingeringmirth | Rated G | no cw | tags: new year's eve, first kiss, fluff

Last Few Minutes For Another Lifetime by @klausinamarink | Rated G | no cw | tags: modern au, post-breakup, getting back together, hopeful ending

Don't cha wanna dance? by just-my-latest-hyperfixation | Rated T | cw: vague boner references | tags: no UD au, dancer steve harrington, good neighbor eddie munson, flirting, sexual tension

Doomsday clock by @hellfireloserclub | Rated T | no cw | tags: fluff, PTSD, apocalypse

A kiss for the New Year by atimeofyourlife | Rated T | no cw | tags: past stommy, past stancy, steddie dads

New by @vecnuthy | Rated G | no cw | tags: pre-steddie

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nuclearnik · 6 months

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Run To Me When He Lets You Go

Rated E

Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson

17k Words

Tennis shoes squeaking on the dingy, off-white floors of Hawkins High, Chrissy hurries down the empty halls on her way to the gym. It's Friday, and she has a game to cheer at.

She’s late.

She’s never late. It's unladylike and disrespectful and yet another line on the endless list of things Chrissy must do and not do. Ironic, isn't it, that the very person who drilled those things into her mind had made her late?

Her mother had a lecture ready when Chrissy put on her cheer uniform and came downstairs to leave for practice, all about how lazy she was for spending the afternoon holed up in her room when she could have gone for a run or spent time with her boyfriend, Jason. She droned on about Chrissy's selfishness for wanting a moment to herself.

In reality, she'd spent the one measly hour alone retching over the toilet in her bathroom after being woken from a nap by haunting dreams and then sitting in the shower with her back against the tiled wall, letting the water fall on her head, knees pulled up to her chin with terrifying images flashing behind her eyelids like a malfunctioning movie reel.

Red sky, red ground, red smoke

Skeletal fingers, knife-tipped claws reaching

Death, dirt, decay

Rotting bodies, mouths sewn shut

She's been missing youth group, too, avoiding it because when they split up into boys and girls prayer groups, she'll get asked about her walk with God, and it's getting harder and harder to lie and say her faith grows stronger every day.

Now, with her mother’s voice repeating over and over in her head, Chrissy turns sharply around the corner, barely paying attention to her surroundings until she comes to an abrupt halt with a surprised oof.

The obstacle she runs into is taller than her—her forehead meets a cloth-covered sternum—and hands land lightly on her upper arms to keep her from bouncing back and falling.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. You okay?"

When she blinks away the disorientation from the impact and slowly raises her gaze to see dark brown eyes warm with concern directed at her, something like electricity sparks up her spine. The guy standing in front of her is familiar; she has at least one class with him—and knows his name simply because the teachers like to pick on him; she's heard Mr. Munson in a condescending tone more than once—and she’s definitely seen him causing a scene in the cafeteria. If she’s honest, she’s caught herself a time or two feeling a little envious of his boldness, his lack of concern over what other people think of him. She makes a mental note to check last year's yearbook for his first name.

His hands are large and hot, the rings on his long fingers cool against her flushed skin bared by the sleeveless vest of her cheer uniform. They’re close enough that she can feel his body radiating heat. He smells like sweat and smoke and boy, and for a moment, all she wants to do is bury her face in his neck and let him hold her.

What the hell, Chrissy?

Mentally shaking herself, she returns to earth and steps back, staunchly ignoring that she’s the tiniest bit disappointed when his hands fall away from her, even though that's exactly what she wanted.

“You on the run?”

“Um, what?” she says, nervously picking at her thumbnail.

“You look like you just swiped all the bake sale money from Principal Higgins’ office and took off in a hurry.” The corner of his mouth quirks up in a smirk; he’s teasing her. So, she does something she rarely gets the opportunity to do.

“If I did, you're probably an accessory now,” she quips right back.

“Partner in crime to a pretty outlaw cheerleader? There are certainly worse things to be,” he says, full-on grinning now.

She laughs—the first time she's so much as smiled all day, she thinks—a bright crack of sound before she can stop herself, even as her cheeks warm with a blush, and something like delight flashes in his eyes at the sound. Maybe she's seeing things where there's nothing, but it's a welcome reaction when she's used to being told to be quiet, be timid, be less.

As she opens her mouth to respond, she catches sight of the clock on the wall in the small room behind him—dimly lit and filled with odds and ends that must be theatre props—and gasps.

"I have to go," she says, flinging the strap of her duffle bag onto her shoulder from where it had slid down to her elbow. "I'm so sorry for running into you, really."

Before she's finished speaking, she takes off down the hallway again, smiling to herself when he calls out, "See you around, Bonnie!"

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 8 days

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Another celebration ficlet request! The original ask for this one seems to have gotten deleted, and it was sent on anon, so I can't even tag the person who sent it in. 😫

I hope you still see this and enjoy, nonnie! 💖

Heaven's in the backseat

Rated: E

Words: 1,000

Tags: Mafia AU; Hitman Eddie Munson; Mob boss Dick Harrington; Mentions of Stommy; Knife play; Dubious consent; Obsessive behavior; Violent thoughts; Car sex; Eddie has anger management issues and Steve is a little slut

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

Eddie has just lit his first cigarette of the night when one of the waiters informs him that Mr. Harrington wants him outside. As he grinds the cigarette under his boot, he imagines doing the same thing to Dick’s stupid head.

Working for a mob boss is so goddamn exhausting.

A week where Eddie doesn't come close to kicking the proverbial bucket is a good week - especially now that Dick has been taking him along as a bodyguard more and more often. He’s not complaining about that, though. Occupational hazard.

No, what’s really annoying is the damn black tie affairs. As if squeezing into a fucking suit wasn't enough, the social dynamics of the underworld are mind-numbingly complicated. All of the big mob families are either related or out to kill each other - more often than not both at the same time. It makes events such as this an interesting affair, to say the least. All night long, Eddie has been hovering at the edge of the room while the boss ate and drank and shook hands with other important farts. Always vigilant, always ready to pull his knife from its holster under his suit jacket. And now he can’t even step out for ten minutes to have a fucking smoke?

The car is parked in the driveway when he arrives. Next to it are the boss himself and a swaying figure with disheveled chestnut hair wearing a rumpled suit.

Eddie’s blood bubbles and his steps speed up.

“-fucking disgrace,” Harrington says just as he flies down the stairway leading to the car. “You’ll do anything for attention, won’t you?”

Eddie doesn’t catch the slurred reply, but it must’ve been the wrong one, because Harrington slaps the boy across the face before wrestling him into the backseat. Eddie’s hand is already on the knife when the asshole turns. For a heartbeat, he revels in the temptation of lodging the blade right in the middle of that ugly face, but he reigns himself in. Too much security, too many witnesses.

“My son is drunk,” Harrington says. “Drive him home.”

Before Eddie has a chance to reply, he has stalked past him and back into the venue.

“What the hell took you so long?”

Eddie casts a look into the rearview mirror to see the venue disappearing behind them and Steve straightening up in his seat. His voice is still slightly slurred, his eyes a bit unfocused - but he's nowhere near as drunk as he appeared seconds ago. Eddie's mouth tugs into a grin.

“What, I don't get a thank you for driving you? Where are your manners, little nymph?”

“Why should I thank you for doing your literal job?” Steve’s mirror image scoffs at him. His bottom lip is pink and a little puffy where his father slapped him. “And don't call me that.”

“I'm a bodyguard, not a chauffeur,” Eddie says. “There's a difference, y’know?”

“You're a dog,” Steve drawls. “You do whatever my dad tells you to.”

Eddie’s hands tighten around the steering wheel. Steve’s mouth curls at the edges, but his eyes stay bored.

“How about you?” Eddie asks, once he has blinked the crimson shadows from his vision. “What did you do to incur his wrath? Must’ve been pretty bad, if you feigned being so wasted he’d send you home like some misbehaving child.”

“None of your business, is it?” Steve snaps. Then, after a second or two, the aloof facade slips back on and he shrugs. “He caught me in the bathroom with Hagan.”

Something slithers low in Eddie’s gut, dangerous and deadly like a coil of venomous snakes.

“What? That ugly, freckled fuckface? C’mon, you can do better than that.”

Steve laughs, a sound like the edge of a knife - bright and pretty and sharp-edged. “Why do you care? You don’t own me. What is it to you if Tommy fucking Hagan shoves his cock up my-”

He doesn’t get any further than that. Eddie pulls over to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. One fluid motion later, he has scaled the middle console and has Steve pinned on the backseat, wrists trapped over his head in a one-handed vice grip.

“Oh, honey,” he murmurs, voice low and lethal. “But this is where you’re wrong, see? You are mine. And one of these days, I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

Those pretty eyes go wide as he slides the knife from its holster. The blade gleams, catching what little light there is in the dark car. With one flick of his wrist, he slices away the top button of Steve’s expensive shirt, revealing the long, graceful line of that neck. Steve exhales a shaky breath and his throat bops with it.

“One of these days,” Eddie murmurs, trailing the tip of the blade over tan skin, leaving just the thinnest of red lines. “I’m gonna kill everyone who ever looked at you or touched you wrong and claim you as mine. Stuff you so full of my cock you forget about everyone else, until the only word you remember is my name. Carve my initials into that pretty skin of yours so nobody ever forgets who you belong to.”

Steve looks up at him, eyes bright and hazy, and a little whimper falls from his perfect lips. He writhes deliciously in Eddie’s hold, and for a moment, Eddie thinks he’s scared, that he’s gonna plead for mercy.

But then he slots his leg between Steve’s thighs to hold him in place and he feels it. He looks down at the boy in awed surprise and can’t help the grin that creeps over his face.

When Steve speaks, his voice is hoarse and breathy, but not from fear.

“Do it, then,” he challenges, rolling his hips and grinding his hard cock against Eddie’s thigh. His lips strain to meet Eddie’s, breath warm and wet against his skin. “Make me yours.”

Eddie has never been so happy to obey in his life.

Part 5

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