#eddie is actually precious
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𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 | 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
{𝟐.𝟔𝐊}𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 '𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞' 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩-𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡-𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭? 𝐄𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?
𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟏𝟖+!!!, 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 '𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐰𝐛, 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠.
“I swear to God, Munson, I will kick your face in.” Jason shouted across the crowded cafeteria at your best friend.
You rolled your eyes, reluctantly standing from your table to come to Eddie’s rescue. It’s not like this sort of thing didn’t happen on a daily basis but if you didn’t stand up for him, Eddie would be pouting for the rest of the week.
“At least I have real teeth to kick in, Carver. I didn’t have to pay for some crusty ass veneers,” Eddie seethed, standing on a chair and looking down at Jason ‘the prick’ Carver. He’s extra worked up today.
“You fu-” Jason was cut off by his realization of your nearing presence. He quirked an eyebrow in interest and you could almost see his gears turning. It unsettled you.
You circled Jason, giving him the best death stare you could muster and coming to stand next to Eddie. You could hear Eddie’s shuddering breaths, filled with anger. It was almost comical to be defending the hulking, supposedly ‘scary’ dungeon master behind you. It was like a chihuahua saving a pitbull.
“You sure do say a lot for someone who can’t not sleep with every girl he sees.” You speak, almost half heartedly. At this point, it felt routine to insult Jason’s playboy habits.
The nearby tables gasped, as if it never occurred to them that monogamy was a thing. A few people booed but you decided to ignore that.
“Y/n.” Eddie whispers to you, out of earshot of anyone nearby.
“Yes, Eddie?”
“Can you try not to bully Jason by pointing out how many bitches he gets?” His face is twisted into something between annoyance and laughter as he keeps his eye on the hot headed blonde.
“Right,” you sigh.
Jason speaks up from his uncharacteristic silence. “What are you doing, freaks? Conjuring a spell with your hoe girlfriend, Munson?” Jason’s expression looks triumphant as he gets exactly what he wants: a reaction.
“What the fuck did you just say!” Eddie screams, pushing you gently behind him and pacing towards Jason.
“Woah, woah, woah, Eddie!” You step in front of him, a hand fisting his jacket lapel to get him to stop.
“You know just as much as I do who will get in trouble for this,” You point out. “Noone will ever think of punishing Hawkin’s spoiled little prince.” You snarl the last part, just to make sure Jason heard you.
Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed as he lowers his fists. Then the idiot jock, apparently still not satisfied, speaks again.
“Yeah, Munson, listen to your little bitch.” Jason sneers, full of malice.
You spin around before Eddie can get to him and slap the smirk off his face. Hard. You hear Jason squeal before you see the red mark appear. Jason reels from the slap as if he wasn't expecting just that after taunting both of you. You feel a bit of pride swell in your chest. That’ll leave a mark on Jason’s smug face for a while.
“You get out of here, Jason or I’ll be forced to castrate you.” You mime a slicing motion against your throat, hoping to make Jason think twice about coming back for more.
Jason looks like he’s about to say something but thinks better of it, turning tail and running, posse following like sheep, no doubt to go to the counselors office to tattle on ‘the satanists bullying him for no reason.’”
“Well that was fun, we should do this again sometime,” You quip to the awed Eddie, knocking your elbow into his ribs.
His shock smelts into a surprisingly soft smile, “It’s a date,” he jokes back at you. Inside, your heart flutters.
“Deal.”
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“So what’s the damage?” Eddie drops his bag by his bed, making enough room for you to sit with him.
Eddie had taken you back to his trailer, you not wanting to deal with your parents when they eventually got the call from the school about your “bad behavior.” They would probably figure you were with Eddie since there wasn’t anywhere else you’d be. They’d just wait until you came back home later that night to scold you.
You flop down, watching Eddie rummage through his drawers for most definitely a blunt. You couldn’t blame him. You rarely ever smoked but you were craving a hit to take the edge off.
“Detention for a week and an apology note.” You sigh, annoyed.
‘What!” Eddie says. “That’s total prejudice. You know what Jason got when he punched Gareth? A slap on the wrist, that’s what.” He waved his hands in the air to emphasize just how crazy the whole ordeal was.
“Of course he did. Jason can’t do any wrong,” You roll your eyes sarcastically. ”I think the worst part though is the note. I don’t think they’ll accept ‘I'm sorry you’re a stinking asshole’ as an apology.”
Eddie laughs, joining you on his bed with the blunt that he finally found in his hand. Your eyes trace his frame, his calloused hands flicking his lighter, his slim fingers gripping it, his arms flexing everytime he moves-
You blink a couple of times, the hazy fantasy fading away. This is Eddie. Your best friend Eddie. Your Eddie.
“Why did you get so mad at Jason?” You ask him.
He places the lit blunt in his mouth, rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand. He takes a long drag before answers, blowing smoke from his pursed lips.
“Jason said some..” He pauses sheepishly, “some things earlier and I got ahead of myself.”
You hum in affirmation. “What did Jason say?” You ask with genuine curiosity. You’ve barely ever seen Eddie get worked up from anything Jason has said. It was usually all meaningless shit anyways.
Eddie takes another drag, passing you the blunt in his stead. He fell back on his bed, hands behind his head. There’s a tension in the air that you can’t pinpoint. The room feels thick. It’s not the smoke’s fault either.
Taking the hint, you suck on the blunt, not nearly as deep as usual. You had a feeling that you wanted to be at least partially sober for this conversation.
“He said that I was using you.” His piercing gaze meets your eyes and the world stills. The smoke gets stuck in your lungs.
“He said I didn’t love you because I was only fucking you. Said he was gonna take you.” Eddie’s eyes look away, almost in shame at his confession. He takes back the blunt.
“Oh.” You’re kind of stunned, your brain racing to absorb this information. Was Eddie Jealous?
“You know that’s all bullshit, y’know?” You place a hand on his arm. “You aren’t using me just because we’re fuck buddies and I wouldn’t fuck Jason even if it meant life or death.” You giggle at the thought.
Eddie cringes at your use of ‘fuck buddies’ but that goes largely unoticed by you. “But he was right.” Eddie looks dead serious or you would think that he was joking.
“What?”
“I am using you. It’s all pointless fucking, y/n. You deserve someone who’s actually got the balls to say the three magic words. Someone who’s gonna treat you right.’”
You swing your legs over Eddie so that you can straddle him.
“Eddie. There's not a single man who could treat me better. There’s no one I'd rather have than you.” You balance yourself with a hand on his chest, his confession that he thinks someone could be better to you, throwing you off balance.
It’s true that you and Eddie have had some relations over the last few years but no one could compare to him. You only hoped that maybe you both would have the courage to be more can a couple of horny teens one day.
Eddie looks up at you with doe eyes, running up and down your figure, mentally undressing you.
“Oh and Eddie?” You said
“Yeah?” he questions, hands reaching up to grip your hips.
“Fuck me.”
You can already feel Eddie’s hard on pressing through your jeans. You grind down on him. Eddie hands you the lit blunt to place in the ashtray as he rushes to undo his belt. You pull your shirt off, tossing it to the void that was Eddie’s bedroom floor. You leave your skirt on. Eddie likes it that way.
Eddie gets his jeans down his legs and you take the opportunity to slide down and grip his now exposed dick in your hands. His chest is aching, straining to get a full breath and you notice how blown his pupils are.
You lick a wet stripe up his shaft, feeling every vein on your tongue. You would love to suck on his cock for ages but you can feel you both getting anxious. Your leg is twitching in anticipation.
You lick up his dick again, reaching the top and sucking your mouth down on him. The full feeling in your throat never gets old. Eddie’s groans spur you on, bobbing your head up and down as he hardens even more.
At some point Eddie pulls your head off of him. You scramble up his body, straddling him again and lining up your soaking pussy with his cock.
“Fuck.” Eddie Curses, hands wrapping around your waist. Moans fill the air when you sink down, finally full to the brim. Smoke swirls around you, filling the space between your entwined bodies. It smells like weed but you can’t help but think that it smells like Eddie in a pleasant, earthy way.
He bucks up into you a little, waiting for you to adjust to his length but wanting to move. You buck back, coming back down on him again.
You moan his name, “God, Eddie, shit.” You lift your hips again, faster this time, ready to pick up the pace.
“Fuck, Y/n?” He asks.
“Hmm” You hum, not wanting to ruin your pace. The sound of your skin slapping together fills the room around you.
“I think I’m an idiot.” He giggles, pushing you down on his cock hard and fast.
Your retort is ripped from you in favor of a chorus of moaning.
“Hah, ah yeah, you’re my idiot, Eddie.” You throw your head back as Eddie takes over, plunging into you over and over again. You’re drunk on calling him yours. He’s your Eddie- Yours to be with, yours to fuck.
“Ha ha, real funny y/n.” He smiles as if hiding an inside joke, “I wasn’t mad at Jason. He was telling the truth. I was more mad at myself.”
“But y-” You start but Eddie thrusts up harder, deeper and cuts you off. “Shh, be quiet and listen, Princess,” He continues.
“He was right because I haven’t had the nerve to tell you how much you mean to me. I’m a fucking coward.”
You lean forward so your chest is flush against his.
“What the hell are you saying?” His cock finds a sweet spot inside of you and it has you seeing stars again. You almost miss what he says next.
“I’m sayin’ that I love you, Y/n. And I don’t want to be just some guy you fuck around with on the weekends either.” Your eyes trace his lips and before you expect it, Eddie is crashing his lips to yours, messy and wild and so authentically Eddie.
Suddenly, he pulls away and flips both of you over, your back hitting the mattress as Eddie continues his assault on your poor cunt. The switch in angle has you reeling for the hundredth time that night and you nearly faint from the overwhelming euphoric feeling.
“Eddie! Ah-Fuck, Baby!” You cry out, reaching your hand to his cheek and pulling him down for another kiss. This one is more desperate, laced with a tenderness that you know that he’ll understand.
His tongue invades your mouth, wrestling with your tongue in a game of cat and mouse. He pulls away first, a string of saliva connecting your mouths together.
“Y-you aren’t the o-only coward,” You stutter out. Eddie’s pace is getting sloppy. You feel your walls start to spasm as the feeling of your impending orgasm creeps up. You arch into him, urging him deeper, deeper.
Eddie lets out a long, drawn out moan. “Shh, ya’ don’t have to speak, sweets.”
“I-I- Fuck-” You swear, choking on your words.
“Eddie-” You pant, your hips bouncing against his, core tightening up. “Eddie, I love you too! I’ve loved you since I sneaked you into prom, since we first kissed-” You choke out right before Eddie’s strokes slow and the white blinding light takes over. “Shit.” he whispers. You hear Eddie moaning your name, elevating your already mind blowing orgasm. It’s your name that Eddie is calling.
Your chest heaves as you come down from your high. You peer up at the flustered man on top of you. He’s so goddamn pretty, sweat glistening against his neck, eyes sweeping over your body.
Fuck. He’ll be the death of you.
He leans down, craning his neck to connect your lips again. It’s sweet, his lips moving intimately against yours. He rolls onto his side so he doesn’t have to hold himself up or crush you with his weight, pressing his forehead tenderly against yours. A comfortable silence closes around both of you, content to just soak in the moment.
Before either of you either speak, Eddie already has a big grin stretched on his face. You’re pretty sure your smile mirrors his- maybe it’s even wider than his.
“So I take it we’ll be doing that more often?” Eddie twirls a piece of his hair nervously, a grin still beaming on his face. He almost acts like a schoolgirl in love. He might as well be. If you’re honest, you feel the same way. Giddy. Smitten.
“Hmm, do you mean making love or professing our love for each other dramatically?” You ask teasingly, your hands making your way to his waist, running them up and down his body.
“Hell, why not both.” Eddie says. Your noses bump and you feel yourself getting dragged in again, lips pressing into his again until neither of you can breathe.
You close your eyes, enjoying the feel of Eddie’s legs tangled with yours, his dick still warm inside of you.
“Jason was kinda right about one thing.” You say out of the blue.
Eddie shakes, leaning forward, bewildered. You contain a laugh when it looks like his eyes might just pop out of his head.
“What?”
“Well, he said I was your girlfriend in the cafeteria. I’m hoping this makes it official.” You smirk, knowingly as Eddie lets out a breath and lies next to you again. He pulls you closer with a hand on your waist.
“It’s official if you’ll have me, the freak, as your boyfriend.” He rubs his thumb in circles over your skin. It’s intoxicating.
“Of course, baby, I'm all yours.” You settle into his chest, enjoying the cuddling that you never seemed to have time for before.
“One condition,” He says sternly. You tense up, expecting the worst. What if he didn’t mean it- does he want to see other people- does he have a weird kink- That last one didn’t sound too bad but-
“Please, never ever mention Jason right after I get done fucking you again.” You burst out laughing, the request cracking you up. “What? I do not want his name corrupting your precious little mouth.” He adds indignantly.
“Deal,” you squeak out, still laughing while tears pool into your eyes.
“Har har,” he mocks, “It’s not funny.” He says that but his smile is still stretched out on his face and he’s flipping you on your back, tickling your sides with a childlike playfulness.
He finally stills, finding his face close to yours, eyes searching for any sign of the same exploding feeling in your chest.
“Again?” You whisper breathlessly, just loud enough for him to hear.
“You can count on it, Princess.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x female reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie my beloved#baby#eddie the freak munson#eddie is actually precious#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things 4#abyss posts#abyss thirsts#st4
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Never Forgot
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Steve knew something was wrong when she ran out of the room, choking back tears.
He felt bad, felt like there was something missing, but he didn’t remember her. Thinking about it, he realized he didn’t really remember anything.
“Robin?” Dustin asked when she all but ran out of the hospital room.
She stifled a sob and collapsed onto the bench next to him, holding a hand over her mouth. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tears welled in her eyes. “Dustin, he… he doesn’t remember me.”
Dustin took a deep breath and very carefully did not freak out. “Okay. You stay here, I’ll go talk to him. See if we can shake it loose or something.” He rolled his eyes at the look she gave him. “Not literally, Buckley, jeez. Keep your pants on.”
He squared his shoulders and walked into the hospital room. Steve looked fine, if tired—hospital lighting never did anyone any favors—but the absent smile he sent Dustin spoke volumes. “Hi,” he said quietly, stilted in a way he never was anymore. Not with Dustin. “Um, can you apologize to her for me? She seemed really upset and I’m not sure what I did but I think it’s my fault.”
Dustin sighed and sat in the chair by Steve’s hospital bed. “You really don’t remember her, huh.” It wasn’t a question, so Steve didn’t answer. “And I’m guessing you don’t remember me, either?”
Steve picked at the blanket on his lap. “I’m sorry.”
“Jesus fuck,” Dustin whispered, screwing his eyes shut. “Don’t apologize, Jesus, it’s not your fault. It just… sucks.”
Steve snorted. “Imagine waking up and only remembering one person.”
Dustin looked up at him sharply. “One person?”
Steve shrugged. “Guess I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I didn’t, yeah.”
“Boyfriend?” Dustin blinked. “Steve, you’re not dating anyone.”
Steve frowned. “I am. Maybe you don’t know him? Eddie? Eddie Munson?”
“Eddie- Christ, Steve, of course I know Eddie, and you two aren’t dating. You’re, like, as straight as they come.”
“No- no, I am, I’m dating him, I’m- we’re-”
“Whoa, okay, hold up, calm down,” Dustin said, holding his hands out. “It’s fine, dude, okay, we’ll figure it out later but I don’t think you should be stressing this hard after just waking up.”
Steve hummed. “What, uh. What actually happened to me?”
Dustin sighed. “The doctors said your body essentially performed a hard reset. You’ve been running on fumes for too long. You collapsed from sheer exhaustion. At least you didn’t hit your head this time, though maybe that would’ve prevented you from losing your memory, so who fuckin’ knows.”
“Language,” Steve chided, then blinked when Dustin looked at him excitedly. “I don’t know where that came from.”
Dustin just laughed. It was only a little forced. “You’re just incapable of not being a mom.”
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Robin went back in next, lightly tapping Dustin’s shoulder as she passed him in the doorway. He shook his head, and her heart sank. “He-” Dustin shook his head, bit his lip. “He thinks he and Eddie are dating. Eddie’s the only person he remembers.”
Robin gave him a little half-smile. “He’s had a crush on Eddie for a while. I didn’t realize it was this bad, but.” She shrugged. “I’ll talk to him. You call everyone else?”
“Yeah.”
She took a deep breath and walked into the room. “So,” she started. “You really don’t remember?”
Steve shook his head, eyebrows pinched. “I’m sorry. I wish I did.”
“Dustin said you remember one person?”
“Mhm. Eddie.”
“Right. And you and Eddie? What are you?”
Steve frowned even deeper. “Boyfriends. If we’re this close, shouldn’t you know that?”
Robin shrugged. “I’d like to think so. That’s why Dustin and I aren’t convinced you are dating. Maybe your memories are just… really vivid daydreams.”
“You really think so?”
Robin sighed heavily. “I don’t know what to think, Steve. Hell, I didn’t even know how bad it was until you collapsed. Some soulmate I am.”
“With a capital P,” Steve said, holding up a hand before Robin could say anything. “Sometimes certain memories are triggered. It’s… like a puzzle piece slotting into place. But I’ve got about a million more pieces missing. I can’t see what that specific piece connects to.”
Robin hums. “Okay. So you remember Eddie. And if I say Hellfire..?” Steve just frowned. “Or… Metallica?”
Steve smiled. “Yeah, I know that one.”
“Did you know that before I said it?”
Steve nodded. “Hellfire’s related to Eddie?”
Robin chuckled. “You could say that.”
“What is it?”
She laughed again. “I think I’ll let your boyfriend explain that one.”
“Even though you don’t believe we’re dating.”
Robin spread her hands. “Soulmates with a capital P, Steve. I can’t think of any reason you wouldn’t at least tell me. Especially since you know—err, knew—I’m a lesbian.”
Steve frowned. “Maybe Eddie didn’t want to? Does he know?”
“Yup.”
“Oh.” He frowned again. “I don’t know. I’m sorry.”
She sighed. “I’m not asking you to have all the answers. Especially now. Just… think about it, yeah?”
“I will,” he promised. “Um. Are you okay?”
“Jesus, Steve.” Robin laughed. It was only mostly hysterical. “Of course you’d still be thinking about everyone else. I’m fine. Or- I will be. You just take care of yourself, dingus.”
He chuckled. “Will do, Robbie.”
She sighed. “Another puzzle piece?” He nodded. “Alright. I’m gonna go track down Dustin and see where he’s at with all the other ankle-biters.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” She lingered for a half-second, then sighed again and walked out.
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He was released two days later. Drove himself home, Robin in the passenger seat and Dustin in the back row. Dustin quizzed him about the rest of the Party the whole way home, made sure Steve knew their names forwards, backwards and upside down, as well as what everyone was like. “Max is kickass,” he said. “Like, she’ll absolutely smile in your face as she knees you in the balls. And it’s the kinda smile that strikes fear into a man. She’s awesome. And-”
“Okay,” Steve said, amused. He didn’t know how Dustin could go that long without a breath. “I’ll know what you’re talking about as soon as we get out of the car and get inside, right?”
Dustin yelped when he looked up to see them parked before scrambling out the door and running inside.
Steve grinned at Robin, who grinned back, before they made their way inside, albeit at a slower pace than Dustin had.
Steve vaguely recognized everybody, but his attention focused in on a very specific person. “Eds.”
Eddie smiled, small and soft and sweet, one of Steve’s favorites. “Heya, Stevie.”
Suddenly he couldn’t help himself. He had to be with Eddie, right then, it couldn’t wait, so he didn’t. Practically flung himself at Eddie, like he knew Eddie would catch him (he did). Attaches his mouth to Eddie’s, a silent promise, I never forgot you, flowing between them.
When they pulled back, Eddie stared at him like he’d hung the fucking sun. “You remember?” Eddie asked in a whisper.
“Never forgot,” Steve promised, at the same volume.
“What. The actual. Fuck,” Robin said. Eddie and Steve froze as they turned to face her and the rest of the Party, who were all staring with the same expression.
“Fuck,” Eddie whispered. “We forgot to tell Robin.”
#Dustin: not us?????#Eddie: no bc you’d be annoying af about it#eddie munson has adhd#steve Harrington has adhd#they’re both my precious babies and I love them#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie fic#stranger things#stranger things fic#st fic#muse deserted me but I actually mostly like what I have#I’m begging someone. anyone else to do it better though#starambles
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Steve thinks soulmates sound romantic, he likes the idea that there’s someone just right for you and somehow you’ll find each other
Eddie is so viscerally pissed off by the idea of destiny pushing someone at him that he will rant for at least half an hour about how dumb that is and how important free will and choice are to actual love and how he and Steve are most definitely not anything as CLOYING and UNIMAGINATIVE as soulmates, in fact he would say destiny took its best shot at keeping them apart forever but they said UP YOURS DESTINY, while flopped across Steve’s lap while Steve puts daisies and clover flowers in his hair
#steddie#they’re at a picnic#it’s not just them#everyone else enjoying their sandwiches while eddie rants#max totally agrees with him but is thinking of saying she believes in it just to make him further pop off#NOT YOU RED#I EXPECTED BETTER OF YOU#I think when (I say WHEN) they all get to hang out peacefully#Eddie’s favourite kids other than Dustin will be Max and Will#Max because she’s brave and funny and a little shit#Will because he is PRECIOUS and must be PROTECTED AND NURTURED AT ALL COSTS#it’s not until someone actually asks him if it’s because all three of them have technically died that he realises that’s a thing
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if i had see and experience this pain, so do you. enjoy. ♥️
*vid title: “eddie munson being a dad”
#i’m in so much pain#eddie van halen#eddie munson deserved better#i hate the duffers#eddie munson is a sweetheart#he’s an angel#i love him#so much#he’s so precious#joseph quinn#stranger things#stranger things 4#joe quinn#tw depressing stuff#actually ptsd#ready to kms#eddie fucking munson#eddie munson edit#metalhead#eddie the hero
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one last thing i say about this.. for now, at least, and i promise it's not my sorry steddie heart talking! but i just wanted to point out that, behind all the fanon jokes and headcanons and everything, steve and eddie did have important, relevant interactions, yknow. steve did show genuine care when it came to eddie and eddie opened up to him both in the upside down and in the camper they've stolen, talking about his dad and joking around him happily, showing that he was comfortable enough around steve to show him... well, himself. steve was taken aback by some of eddie's actions sometimes, sure, but it's not like he stopped seeking him out. steve always was the one that approached the other first in their interactions, so it's safe to say that he was comfortable around eddie, too. they started forming a friendship. and i'm not even gonna mention the moment right before they got separated; the intensity and the protective, caring undertones of that exchange were just... something else.
then, i ask myself, why the fuck would you, as a writer, erase all that, by not making mention eddie or his death by steve, not even once? or even show us a teeny tiny reaction from him?
this right here, folks, is the epitome of poor writing.
#i wanna bite whoever wrote this shit bc what the fuck man. what the actual fuck#u had to dedicate A MINUTE MORE of ur precious screentime to make the most inexcusable death of all times a BIT more bearable but u didnt.#and for fucking why#steddie#this shit actually applies for robin and nancy too but yknow they dont have this number of interactions with eddie#still though.. they literally spent half of their time protecting eddie and spending time with him and now hes just ? forgotten??#yall HAVE to be kidding me#the most appalling writing ive ever seen#ok im gonna TRY and shut up about this injustice now#enjoy me rambling and ranting and shaking the bars of my cage with tears in my eyes#big big rant
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My brain twin @not-sewell was kind enough to tag me to make my detectives using this picrew . Consider this a mass invitation to the TWC community to do the same if you haven’t already!
Top - Ramona Gibson (romancing A and N, both solo and LT): Chronic people pleaser far too willing to sacrifice herself to help others, whether they deserve it or not. Kind. Compassionate. Hurting inside.
Bottom Left - Daniel Livingston (romancing F): Victorian waif of a man who buries himself in his work to hide from the outside world and avoid addressing his many issues. Depressed. Lonely. Massively afraid of the supernatural.
Bottom Right - Eddie Westmoore (romancing M): Lovable charmer who uses charisma and humor as a front to distract from his mommy issues and lack of any real ambition. Flirty. Reckless. Himbo.
#twc detective#these actually came out pretty spot on#the exception being Eddie who is a teensy bit off but shhhhh#oh my precious little angels#I cannot wait to break you in the books to come 😌✨
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fuck you eddie kaspbrak is soft and sweet and i adore him. he wears pink shirts and likes sandals and lets beverly paint his toenails pastel colours and he steals richie’s glasses to wear and then calls him four eyes with the biggest smile on his face and he reads dinosaur books with ben and talks about the history of trains with mike and helps bill put his bike back together when it falls apart and spends every friday afternoon doing homework with stan and he organises surprise birthday parties for his friends and he likes sour lollies but he’s happy to have anything sugary because his mum never let him when he was younger and he never judges anyone and he hates getting angry and he loves holding hands and his favourite type of person is an old person because they always have good stories and he will never pass on a good story and he finds everything about humanity valuable even when other people dont maybe because other people dont and he never lets the world turn his softness sharp no matter how hard it tries. that’s all i guess. oh yeah he also is a cat person disagree if you want but im right
#I got mad cause I still see people him mean when he’s actually precious#call him*#eddie kaspbrak#the losers club#it stephen king#.txt
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I genuinely feel like a moment that wasn't given enough credit in ST4 (and I cannot find a gif of it for love nor money) was when Dustin was introducing the gang to a terrified Eddie, and he explained that Eddie would remember Robin from band, she mimed playing a trumpet to help jog his memory.
I love her, folks.
#stranger things 4#stranger things spoilers#spev rambles#robin buckley#maya hawke#sapphic queen#angel#cupcake#i hope her and canonically bisexual vickie get together in s5#Eddie Munson#joseph quinn#dustin henderson#gaten matazarro#justice for eddie#i will never be over losing him#precious meow meow#what#dustin my actual child
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Where's the rychad!buddie AU we deserve.
#buddie#sometimes i remember rychad and wanna fit them into my 24 year old interests#i think Eddie being on the basketball team and Buck being in musical theater is smth so precious#also maybe this could be their college years bc i dont like reading/writing high school fics#oh oh oh and the buckleys being super rich and basically owning a club where eddie has to get a summee job at???#THEN THEY PLAY BASEBALL HELLO#and Eddie realizes just how genuine and sweet Buck is and is in fact not some snobby rich brat#and buck realizes that Eddie isn't actually some arrogant bitchy jock and is in fact a sweetie pie w an adorable son
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common tongue of you lovin' me
🍯 honey flavour: touchstarved loverboy smut
🐝 the bees: Eddie x reader
wc: 2.5k
content warnings: nervous Eddie, touchstarved R, smut, dry humping (is it actually dry if they’re both wet…?), cumming in pants, one (1) use of the word “daddy”, light use of the miscommunication trope
foreword: based on THIS anon everyone say THANKS anon. R and Eddie are in their early 20’s, R is on a gap year from college (so me), they’re in a new relationship with each other, I’m writing this while blasted on edibles idk what else to say 0_o
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By nature, Eddie Munson is not a shy person.
Even though his dark reputation in Hawkins hasn’t been completely erased, he still manages to make friends wherever he goes through sheer force of personality. It’s like a magic trick, one that you never get tired of- he’ll pause in the middle of grocery stores to make faces at a baby in a stroller, getting belly laughs out of a stranger’s kid in less than ten seconds while still holding your hand down the aisle. One second he’s right behind you in the record store, looking over your shoulder as you browsed, and the next he’ll be on one knee charming a elementary school-aged kid into getting the latest Dio album.
You’ve seen him flirt his way out of speeding tickets with Hopper, for christ’s sake.
Eddie isn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, so after three months of nothing but chaste kisses and quiet hand-holding, you’re left to assume he actually wants to take things slow with you.
He’s been nothing but a gentleman, in these early days of dating- the most action you’ve gotten from him was unintentional. On your third date, a dollop of his ice cream landed on your lap when he used the cone to gesture, which led him to manically grabbing napkins out of his dashboard to wipe at your skirt while you laughed it off. The second he’d brushed against your bare thigh he snapped his hands back like he’d touched a live wire, hastily heaping on apologies, leaving you to allay his nerves while wiping at the stain yourself.
Which, whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re complaining about him being respectful, per se, it’s just that it’s getting harder and harder (hah) to pretend like you don’t wanna fuck him. The feeling between your thighs only seems to increase in intensity when he gives you one of those precious little hand kisses at the end of a date, or a closed-mouth peck before he drives off into the night.
Unfortunately for you and your wet dreams, Eddie Munson has the most edible body you’ve ever seen. Biceps bulging through those form-fitting tees he likes to wear, rounded nose and strong jaw outlined by that cloud of soft black hair, those lithe hips…
Hips that you’re openly staring at from across the room as you sit quietly on Eddie’s couch. He’s reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, his Metallica tee pulling up out of his dark denim at the motion, flashing a stripe of his pale lower back.
You feel like a Victorian maid seeing ankle for the first time. You subtly press your thighs together under your short tartan skirt as Eddie moves around the kitchen, talking animatedly about the start of his upcoming campaign.
“I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna go easy on the little shits or not,” he says, metal spoon clinking against ceramic as he mixes hot chocolate powder. “It’s Max’s first session as an official player, and I don’t wanna scare her off but I do have a reputation to uphold.”
“Yeah,” you agree, giving him a knowing smile as he crosses the room to pass you your mug- “You’re a DM most fearsome. Can’t let them off the hook too easily.”
Eddie blooms under your praise, wiggling his eyebrows with familiar cockiness as he settles on the cushion beside you. “Gotta keep Hawkins' finest in line. It’s a tough gig but I did swear an oath, after all.”
You smile around a sip of hot cocoa, then reach over to set your mug on the coffee table. Eddie has been sat in his usual manner (knees far enough apart to be taking up his whole seat, arm draped casually on the back of the couch) but the second your knee knocks against his, he adjusts himself stiffly, drawing his arm back with a nervous throat-clearing and a murmured “sorry”.
Normally you’d let it go, not wanting to push the issue past the point of his comfortability. But it’s been Three. Months. Of this. And you wanna test the waters, just a little.
“Sorry for what?” You ask, rotating to face him, your shoulders almost-but-not-quite touching.
He’d doing an uncanny impression of a deer caught in headlights, blinking at you with those doey brown eyes, stuttering his way through a weak explanation- “Uh… uh. Sorry for being- f-for touching you?”
There’s a lift at the end of his sentence, one that you mirror with a tilt of your own brow, a playful challenge. “You don’t have to apologize for touching me, Eddie. I’m your girlfriend.”
He chuckles, a nervous edge bleeding around the sound. The curls around his face dance with the head shake he gives. “No, of course, yeah, I know that.”
“Do you?” You scoot closer, a kick of assertiveness giving you the courage to press your leg against his.
“Uh huh.” He’s gazing openly now at the bare skin of your thigh, like he’s waiting to see if it'll burn a hole into his denim.
When you gently lift his hand and place it on the skin that he’s looking at, you hear him gulp, audibly.
So he does want to touch you. Interesting.
You know for a fact Eddie’s not a virgin. Back in high school, you’d both dated around your respective circles, gossip surrounding escapades in the Munson Van circulating back to you through mutual friends. When he’d asked you out a few months previous, you’d happily accepted, wanting to take full advantage of your interim gap year from college. For the first few weeks, you’d chalked his near-celibate behavior up to nerves.
But now, you’ve got him squirming with just a thigh touch. So maybe… he’s waiting for you to make the first move?
Fuck testing the waters- you’re gonna dive in head-first.
You swing your leg over his lap, kneeling on the outside of his hips. His hands automatically go to your waist, and he lets out a little “Oh” as you rest your arms around his shoulders.
“You gonna kiss your girlfriend?” you whisper, forehead crushing into his bangs as you wrap a hand around the back of his neck.
Eddie looks up at you like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time, eyes sparkling with want. “Yeah,” he rasps, angling his face up to kiss you.
It’s soft, at first, like it always has been. His plush lips softly move against yours, breaking for air once, twice; when he kisses you with that same softness for a third time you press your tongue to the seam between his lips.
He lets you in with a little noise, low in the back of his throat as you lick into his mouth. His hands twitch on your hips as your tongues twine, slight movements in his own hips creating a ripple effect.
When the hard seam of his jeans bumps against the warmth of your cunt, you both gasp, your hand at the back of his neck tightening.
“We should probably, um-” he’s panting against your mouth, grip flexing between hard and soft- “I mean, if you wanna stop…”
“I don’t wanna stop. Do you wanna stop?” you ask, equally out of breath.
“Fuck no,” he rasps again, in that smoke-salt voice, and this time when he kisses you it’s with one hand at the back of your head and the other pulling your hips to meet his.
The noises from the wet slide of your mouths are turning you on more than you care to admit, and you’re sure he can feel the damp patch that’s soaking through your panties as the crotch of his jeans make contact again. Which normally would make you feel really self-conscious, if it weren’t for the fact that Eddie’s hard as a rock underneath you, the bulge in his pants thickening with each roll of your hips.
You drop your kisses down, exploring where you haven’t been able to before: against his cheek, his jaw, stopping just behind his ear. Unable to help yourself, you graze your teeth against the velvet skin there, and he jolts beneath you with a small yelp.
“Sorry,” you whisper, still a touch mirthful but soothing your tongue over the mark.
Eddie brushes his thumb across the back of your neck as you continue your path down the column of his throat. “Now who’s sayin’ sorry for no reason. Baby, I’m begging you to do that again.”
So you do, this time at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, grinning against his skin when he groans and bucks his hips up.
Around your hickey-making, he’s choking out words that you just manage to string together. “I wanna… make you feel- christ, sweetheart- good too, wanna make it good for you-”
When you sit up to see his face, he looks absolutely wrecked- rosy flush in his cheeks, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, pupils blown so big his eyes are nearly black with lust.
“You are making me feel good,” you assure him, pulling the hand he’s got on your neck down to where the end of your skirt sits, pausing before your next move. “You want me to prove it?”
He nods, and you guide him into the warmth of your thighs, letting his fingers graze the stickiness that’s been steadily soaking through the fabric.
Eddie inhales sharply, moans out, “Fuck, honey”, and when his thumb finds your clit you sink down into his touch, stomach tightening with the shock of arousal coursing through you.
He’s watching your face intently as he slowly circles your clit, gauging your reactions, pressing in a bit harder and faster when the pace change makes you cry out.
Feeling doubly exposed with his eye contact and hand against your core, you try making a joke to diffuse some of the tension as the pad of his finger moves against you in steady rhythm. “Still thinkin’ about stopping?”
“A train could crash through that wall and it wouldn’t stop me for a second,” Eddie says, resolute and getting a little braver, kissing his own path across your throat, nibbling at a spot that makes your clit pulse beneath his fingertip and your cunt clench around nothing.
Goddamn, he’s a quick learner. In less than two minutes he’s got you so close to the edge, squirming around his touch, that you have to grab his wrist and still his fingers between your thighs.
“What’s wrong?” he asks. You can feel his breath punching up down up, your breasts pushed up against his chest from the way your body was trying to coil in on itself.
“Nothing,” you assure him, and now it’s your turn to falter around your words. “I just- maybe can I… I wanna get o-off at the same time. If you want. And I’m really, really close.”
Eddie’s head falls back against the couch with a thunk, eyes scrunching shut as if in concentration, a strung-out whine leaving his throat. “Hang on. Give me a second.”
He’s still got his hand on your clothed pussy, and you can’t help but giggle once he blinks back to the present, dazed- “Christ. You can’t say shit like that, baby, I almost came in my jeans.”
You give him a condescending little pout, accented with another twist of your hips. “Well maybe that’s what I want.”
“Give you anything,” Eddie replies, unabashedly babbling now as you adjust yourself in his lap. “Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s yours. All yours.”
He helps you maneuver into a new angle: now, your drenched core can rub freely against his thigh, while your knee in the socket of his hip means he can rut his cock along the flat of your leg.
When you move experimentally in shallow circles on his thigh, the newly-gained friction lights up your throbbing clit. Soon, all pretenses melt away as you both find your rhythm again, little grunts and pants filling the air.
“Feel good, angel? That’s it,” Eddie encourages, slipping his hand under your skirt to grope at the meat of your ass, helping your movements along as he chases his own pleasure with a rocking grind against your leg. “Take what you need. Lemme get you there. Please, please…”
His whines spur you on, one of your hands shooting out to clutch at the back of the couch beside his head while the other anchors itself on his opposing bicep. “Fuck, Eddie, keep talking like that, ‘m so close…”
“Talk to you all day,” he heaves out, “you make me so fucking hard, princess. You feel how hard I am for you? God, you’re so wet, that’s so fucking hot…”
You should have expected that bravado and charm you’ve seen these last few years to naturally be carried over into his sex life, but god, not in your wettest of dreams could you have imagined the mouth on him.
The combination of his dirty talk and thigh between your legs is bringing you right up to that edge again, toes curling in anticipation, cunt starting to flutter erratically with every thrust.
“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…” your head rolls back on its hinge, eyes flickering shut as Eddie fumbles to catch at your clit again, movements becoming sloppy.
“C’mon, pretty baby, let go.” He’s sucking another mark into your neck between his praises, teeth catching- “Let me see you come, honey, be a good girl for daddy…”
“Jesus FUCKING christ” is all you manage to grit out before you’re tipping over the edge into orgasm, all your muscles bearing down into the bright point of pleasure, high sob winding its way from your throat.
Eddie keeps kneading at your spasming clit as you ride it out on his thigh, even as he lets out a series of short, keening whimpers, even as his cock jerks against your leg into his own release.
You sag into his waiting arms, tittering lightly against his neck as you both work on catching your collective breaths.
“Holy shit, and I was really starting to think you actually didn’t want to fuck me.” You laugh in relief.
His hand pauses mid-stroke up the slope of your back, sounding genuinely aghast when he asks “Why the fuck would you think that?”
You straighten in his arms with an incredulous stare. “Uh, maybe because you acted like a monk that I was corrupting every time I even breathed near you?”
Eddie covers his eyes with his hands, heels to sockets, groaning- “Fuck, honey, I was tryn’a be respectful. You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this sooner?”
You reach to soothe your palms over the length of his forearms, equally fond and serious when you say “I’m telling you I absolutely would have slept with you on the first date.”
He makes a strangled, pained noise before you continue- “You described to me in detail the entire mating cycle of a bat, and then walked directly into a trash can by accident. How did you expect me to wait on jumping your bones?”
He lets you take his hands, enveloping them in your own and bringing them to your chest, pressing your lips affectionately to each ring.
He whispers, “Can I ask you something?”
When you look up at him again, he says, with sincerity, “Can I see your tits next time?”
You hide your laughter into the crook of his neck.
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guys i cannot stress how high I am is this even any good plz perceive me
#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x reader#eddie x reader#eddie munson x you#e.m. thots from lu#drabble#smut#mdni
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Eddie was all about desecrating corpses.
Particularly, the huge ones--and nothing was larger than the burnt out husk of Starcourt.
Yellow caution tape, muddied and ripped from its time in the weather still decorated parts of the doors.
The place used to be crawling with security, but that had eased off now, the job returning to a local outfit rather than the smooth and swift guards who previously haunted the joint in pairs.
It was easy as two days spent camped out in his van, watching the main entrance and a few side doors. In no time at all, Eddie had schedules memorized, points of entry selected and even three possible escape routes should things get dicey.
He didn't expect them to.
Not when he’d already rolled his checks and came up with a number that, were this an actual D&D game, would make him a happy man.
It was always a point of contention between him and his Pa. This perception. The natural ability he had that good ‘ol dad just didn’t seem to possess.
The one that made him patient long enough to get a feel for a gig.
To know instinctively how hard a job might be, and how to go about doing it safely.
(Eddie personally doesn't believe much of it is talent. Thinks it is in fact, forcibly learned, due to the nature of his upbringing.
Grandma and Grandpa Munson, bless their dead, departed souls, had at least given something of a shit. Tried to keep family things family and work things work, even when said work was illegal as it gets.
They understood things like appearance and public reputation.
How that kept the pigs off your back and food on your table.)
His Pa had never cared for any of that.
Eddie didn’t grow up with family meals, or even food in the house let alone on the table. He grew up watchful, forced to learn or take a hit meant for an adult in the process. To weigh the risks against the benefits, and how to charm the pants off an unsuspecting target while doing so.
It was how he’d escaped his own prison sentence when his Pa finally got eyes too big for his abilities.
Eddi had gotten lucky in that situation.
Or rather--he’d gotten Wayne.
Wayne, who gave up his own room, his own bed, for his nephew. Had bought him his sweetheart on his sixteenth birthday and a van on his eighteenth. Both things were used, and a little battered around the edges, and Eddie had almost thrown up the day he accidentally found out Wayne had used his life savings for the damn car, but they were above and beyond anything he had any right too.
Eddie would be damned without him.
But he knows his uncle needs help.
Can't pay for himself and Eddie. Never really could, and so has been giving his nephew literally everything he has in an effort to make up for it until Eddie could help pay his way.
Not that a singular soul would trust a teenage Munson with such a precious thing as a part time job, and so Eddie had turned to the familiar.
The mall fire, and the resulting flood of federal agents had really put a damper on his income the past few months. Drugs were risky, and getting riskier with them sniffing about, and things were getting tight again in a way they hadn’t in a long, long time.
(All it had taken was finding the hidden stack of bills.
Big ol’ words stamped in red topped every one. Bold letters screaming ‘Overdue’ and ‘Payment Missed’ and ‘Late Fees.’
One single letter had panicked Eddie more than any other, the one that clearly said Wayne had been talking to the payday loan place down the street, and he’d be damned if his shortcomings made his Uncle willingly walk into a debt pit so few climbed out of.)
Growing up like he had, Eddie was trusted in certain circles. Had access to places many didn't as his sole inheritance, because he was known.
Someone who didn't rat, who could be trusted with given tasks. Who kept to the criminal code, and was good about not backstabbing you if caught.
He’d hit up a few old connections, dropped some hints. Put out “feelers” as one might say.
Got a nibble and soon enough, Eddie was back in business, getting called up and offered a few small tasks for decent dough.
Sometimes it was fetching information.
Sometimes it was ferrying an item.
Today, it was a retrieval.
There was something someone wanted in the ruins of Starcourt--and they were offering an insane amount of money to get it.
The plans hadn't made sense, not at first. The instructions Eddie had been given sounded outlandish, if not outright total bunk.
Like the existence of a multi level basement under Starcourt? How the hell had no one caught that being built?
Or that the security systems down there could possibly still be turned on? After four months?
Who was even paying for it?
Eddie had heard stupider things though, and the pay for this little jaunt was good. Too good to pass up.
"They want a local in case something happens and the rescue squad comes running in. That way, it's just a little trespassing fun. The town deviant getting his kicks in the big scary mall, and not what they think it is." His connection had told him, meeting with Eddie in a Mcdonalds the town over.
The place had a play palace, big enough to host a number of screaming rugrats. It made for a great cover as they pretended to be just two men in overalls, getting burgers on their lunch.
Not a soul could hear a sound over the kids screaming, and if a blueprint sat between them then, well, if it looks like a maintenance worker, and it talks like a maintenance worker…
People never did look twice.
"And what else exactly would they think this is?" Eddie asked, munching on the food he got for free as part of even entertaining the offer.
"A retrieval, Double D."
Eddie hated that nickname.
"Some rich kid bit it in the fire, and his parents are paying out top dollar to get a few of his things, seein’ as the feds wouldn’t let anybody back in after they condemned the place." The guy, whose name was Mickey said.
He idly traced a finger along the lines of the blueprint, the path he was wanting Eddie to take.
(The path Eddie would later ignore, on grounds that it was going to get him caught.)
“Specifically a signet ring and car keys.”
“Car keys?” Eddie had asked, mostly in a bid for more information. Mickey was the kind of guy you could breadcrumb into giving more information than he intended to, if one played their cards right.
And Eddie was a damn good poker player.
“Yup. Goes to a BMW--which they want you to drive to a safe place. Parents think he lost it somewhere around,” Mickey’s finger stopped, before tapping the blueprint twice. “Here.”
Something had niggled in the back of Eddie’s head. The first whispers of recognition, of a fact that he knew something about this--something he couldn’t yet recall.
He wasn’t stupid enough to ignore it.
“Who's the kid?” He’d asked.
Mostly because he was curious, partially because it was a way to ease in the real questions he wanted to ask.
Like what a rich kid was doing four levels down in Starcourt the night of the fire.
“Does it matter?” Mickey said, but dug into his pockets anyway. Retrieved a little 2 by 3 wallet photo, done in the traditional High School Picture Day style.
He’d tossed it on the table, and Eddie didn’t react.
Kept his face perfectly blank, even as his stomach contracted and his breath caught in his chest.
Carefully pulled the picture to him, to make a show of examining it.
“Don’t know him.” He lied after a moment, fighting to get his breathing back under control before Mickey figured out what was up.
“Told you it didn’t matter. What matters is that you get the shit. And hey, while you’re down there…”
Mickey talked a bit more, and idly, Eddie listened. He knew this little B&E was going to have more components than just retrieving a few things. Had long figured out that this entire front of retrieving “some rich kids keys” was just that--a front.
Word on the street was that Starcourt was hiding something--something a lot of very powerful people were getting increasingly interested in. He’d rolled his eyes when he caught wind of the first little rumblings, the rumors and whispers that the thing was shrouded in Government secrets and conspiracies, but hadn’t been able to ignore the shit that had come after.
Likely, the people who had hired him and Mickey understood they had to act now, before someone else did, to see if anything worthwhile was actually down there.
The real question is why the hell they were using Steve Harrington’s death to do it--when Eddie knew for a fact that Steve Harrington was alive.
Or alive as anyone could be, at two am at a Shell gas station.
“Alright.” Eddie said finally, pulling the blueprint towards himself before rolling it up, making sure to casually roll up Harrington’s picture with it. “You got me interested. Half up front and I’m in.”
Mickey grinned at him. “Knew you would be, kid.”
One hand shake and a hefty envelope later, and Eddie found himself on the way to Starcourt on his very first stakeout.
It was that first initial look that confirmed it--Harrington’s prized BMW was in fact, still sitting in the parking lot.
Abandoned by rich assholes who absolutely could have paid to have it towed.
Which led to a domino effect of stakeouts, late nights and confrontations, up to and including his present position, counting down the minutes before he could break into Starcourt.
“Ready?” He murmured, and one could be forgiven for thinking he was talking to himself given how quietly he said it.
They would be wrong.
“Yeah.” The not-so-dead rich kid drawled from the passenger seat.
Eddie tossed a grin at Harrington, who rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair.
“Come on, Stevie.” He purred. “Let’s go find out who impersonated your parents, and why they want that ring you supposedly own so badly.”
“Honestly dude I just want my car back.”
“That too.”
#this is a two parter#the second part has the steddie lol#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#season 3 AU#sorta#0o0 fanfics#stranger things#I mean really how did he get his keys back#breaking and entering#you cannot tell me eddie wasn't drawn to starcourts remains like a moth to a flame
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@alwaysthesitter asked: i thought maybe we would kiss tonight. (Eddie)
“huh. very sweet of you to ask, steve.” he acts all chill and collected on the outside, but on the inside? it’s like everything’s crashing together, with no room to move around aside from maybe battering around inside his heart. if it’s not threatening to burst out from his t-shirt-- then he’d be amazed.
“yeah... yeah i wouldn’t mind cashin’ in your gentleman points tonight.” but then his words tumble forward, destroying his calm exterior with a steady flush across the bridge of his nose: “or uh, anytime, really,”
#alwaysthesitter#verse; undecided#;eddie tag#( asdjgkbjhdgshk im about to tHROTTLE HIM WHAT A DOOF!! )#( hope this is okay! idk just the idea of it being this like#kinda early early on established shit is kinda precious to me#like where he's still stuck in the like 'wait... i can ACTUALLY do this now??' kind of stage ajgsjkalgslk <3 )
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[ i wrote this in an hour after a very long day at work so if you see any mistakes...no you dont. Also i WILL see them later. Like immediately after i post this...so it goes. Enjoy guys! 🧡 ]
The sun from his window wakes him, shining in his eyes. The night before coming back to him slowly, his stomach swooping at the memory. He reaches behind himself, blindly, his stomach dropping. The sheets are cold.
Steve rolls onto his back, letting his head fall to the side slowly, not wanting to see what he's already felt. Not wanting to see the emtpy bed Eddie had promised wouldn't be there in the morning.
He turns.
No Eddie.
He refuses to acknowledge the whine that crawls up his throat, takes a deep breath, and rolls onto his side, his fingers idly moving over the sheets Eddie had left rumpled in his wake.
It had taken them months to get here. To this place. From Eddie and Steve. To EddieAndSteve.
Steve hadn't expected Eddie. Was shocked how much he enjoyed the other boys company. He was loud, and intense, and smart, and an asshole, and kind. This weird puzzle Steve wanted to toss onto the table so he could see the pieces better.
And then he'd met the other Eddie. The Eddie he was when he was alone with someone. He was no less intense. But he got quiet. He got calm. And at first, it freaked Steve out a little bit. He hadn't been expecting it, this quiet side of Eddie.
He'd actually asked Jeff about it one day, asked if maybe he'd been doing something wrong. That Eddie was too nice to call him on it so he'd just kept his mouth shut and gotten quiet. Jeff had laughed, not meanly, and had said,
"You ever known him to keep his mouth shut? About anything?" Jeff gave him a look, his brows moving up his forehead. Steve shook his head.
"It's freaky right? When he gets quiet, and calm?" Jeff had asked, the look on his face softening when Steve nodded slowly.
"But nice right? Not in a mean way. Just... there's somethin about him when he's quiet." Jeff shrugged, still looking at Steve.
"It's like he's got so much focus. And then it goes quiet and all that focus is just... on you." Steve said, quiet, and slow. Jeff tilted his head to the side, eyes moving over Steve's thoughtful face. A lot of people usually made comments when he made that face, told him not hurt himself, thinking too hard, but not Jeff. Jeff smiled at him, clapped him on the shoulder and said.
"Yeah. And Eddie focus can a be overwhelming when you aren't used to it. But you do, get used to it." He gave Steve's shoulder a squeeze, smiled again when Steve mumbled something about that not being an issue. And that had been the end of it. And the beginning.
Steve got used to Eddie's quiet focus, the way his eyes were always on him when they were alone. He got used to the way Eddie liked doing things for him. Little favors. Little errands. Little good deeds.
He got used to the way Eddie would read to him when he got headaches. His voice calm, and even, and most of the time putting Steve to sleep.
And then he got used to the way Eddie touched him. Like he was something precious. And that was when Steve couldn't help himself. He kissed Eddie. One night in his stupid plaid bedroom. The plaid Eddie loved so much. Cuz it was all Steve.
He'd kissed him and Eddie had smiled into it. And then kissed him back. And Steve got used to that too. He'd gotten used to Eddie being there. With him. For him. Around him and inside him. He was everywhere. And everything. And Steve was so sure he loved him. That Eddie loved him back.
But he was alone.
Eddie promised he would be here with Steve in the morning. Steve was so tired of being with someone and then waking up alone. And Eddie promised, soft and sweet in that way he had, he would be here.
He promised.
Steve felt his eyes burn and curled around the pillow next to him. It still smelled like Eddie, his shampoo and his cigarettes and his sweat. Steve sobbed into the pillow, holding it close as his tears stained the fabric, his chest aching.
And then the smoke detector is blaring. Startling him, he jumps out of bed, disoriented from crying and being pulled out his little bubble. He almost trips over something on his way to the door, he looks down, sees Eddie's jeans. Huh.
He tugs his shirt down over his stomach where it had ridden up in sleep and darts down the stairs, the loud, incessant beeping is coming from the kitchen. As soon as his feet hit the stairs he smells burning. A few more steps and he hears an all too familiar voice. His heart stops pounding from the adrenaline, and starts pounding for a new reason, as he stops right outside the kitchen doorway to listen.
"Please stop please stop please stop!" Eddie's voice begs in a whisper.
"Oh my god. Oh god. What the fuck? Chair. I need a chair." Steve hears him snap his fingers, hears him grunt.
"Okay! Oh my god. Shut uuuupp!" Eddie hisses. Steve's hears him fumbling with something.
"Waking up the whole fucking neighborhood at this rate. I mean c'mon this can't- are you fucking- Gotcha!" Steve hears the sound of the fire detector click free.
"You're gonna get it now you little- oh shit. Okay. I'm okay." Eddie sounds like he's soothing himself. Steve hears another rattling noise, a little "ah HA!", and the beeping finally stops.
"Jesus." Eddie sounds out of breath.
"That was fucking never wracking. A whole fucking todo. My god." He sighs loudly, Steve covering his mouth, trying not to snort and give himself away.
"Now where was I?" Eddie asks himself, Steve hears him groan softly and can almost see the way his body deflates.
"Oh right. You." Steve smiles at the venom in his voice, has to peak around the corner to see if his suspicions are correct. Sure enough, Eddie is looking at the pan on the stove, what was once probably eggs, is now a pan full of smoldering nothing.
Eddie sighs again, his shoulders sagging. He curls his fingers around the handle, lifts the pan closer to his face, squinting at the ashes inside.
"Now, what am I... gonna do with you?" He asks, frowning. Steve bites his lip.
"I was just about to ask you the same question." Steve says, stepping around the door frame. Eddie yelps, nearly drops the pan, rights it quickly but gets a handful of ashy eggs in the process, makes a face and a strangled noise as he sets it back on the stove.
"Steve! You're awake!" He says, smiling, as he takes a few steps backwards, shoves his hands into the sink and scrubs them off, gagging once as he pushes soap between his fingers. Steve drags his teeth over his bottom lip, lets it go. Smiles as he watches Eddie clean his hands.
"Yes Eddie. I'm awake." He leans agaisnt the door frame.
"I um... did I wake you up? I didn't mean too. I had like a whole...plan. Well... maybe not a whole plan. Half a plan? Let's call it part of a plan. " his hands flail and then drag down his shirt as he dries them.
"What are we talkin like, sixty/forty?" Steve teases, Eddie fowns, scrunches his face.
"I wouldn't give it that much. It was eighty/twenty at best." His hand wiggles and wobbles in front of him. The laugh that bursts out of Steve makes him smile.
"I just wanted to bring you breakfast in bed. I only remembered about half way in that I, actually, cannot cook." His eyes move to the ashy eggs again.
"Clearly." He sighs, his shoulders drooping again. Steve's stomach swoops, again, and this time the feeling stays. He laughs again. And moves toward Eddie. Eddie looks at him, holds his hands up between them quickly, like he's gonna fight Steve off with Karate he doesn't know.
"I will clean your kitchen! I just wanted to do something nice for- oomf." He huffs out air into Steve's shoulder as Steve slams into him and pulls him close.
"Oh. Hi." His voice has gone from defensive to pleasantly surprised, his hands resting against Steve's back are warm, and he can feel Eddie smiling into his shoulder.
"You stayed." Steve breathes, closes his eyes and breaths Eddie in, squeezing him tighter. Eddie makes a teasing gasping for air noise and then squeezes back.
"Well yeah. I promised didn't I?" Eddie asks, his fingers digging into Steve's sides, making him squirm. Steve pulls back and looks at him.
"Yes. You did. Thank you for keeping your promise." Steve watches Eddie smile, watches his eyes wander slowly over his face, taking him. And then he kisses him. Again. For maybe the hundredth time. For the thousandth. Steve doesn't know. Just knows that he never wants to stop. But he does, so he can look at Eddie, all wide eyed and frizzy haired, looking a little dazed, the way he always does when Steve kisses him.
"Will you make me another promise?" Steve whispers, bumping his nose softly into Eddie's. He's already nodding.
"Yeah. Anything. What do want?" Eddie asks, his hands squeezing Steve's hips gently.
"Promise me. You'll never, ever, try to cook anything for me ever again." Steve bites his lip when Eddie sqwuaks and shoves him away.
"I was trying! To be sweet to you!!" He shouts, his hands on his chest as he backs away, over dramatically offended.
"I know. And the thought was very nice." Steve nods, grabs the pan and holds it upside down, the ashes do not move, or fall out.
"But I think you killed my pan. And I really can't take anymore kitchen casualties, like, financially. At the moment. So..." he sets the pan back down, smiling when Eddie glares at him. He shakes his head, crosses his arms.
"You try to do something nice for your boyfriend, and what do you get? Nothin but jokes. And financial insecurity." He huffs, his nose in the air. After maybe half a second he glances at Steve.
"But yeah I can promise you that." He winks and then all but bounces back into Steve's arms, nuzzling into his neck and humming.
"Please tell me you can cook. We're gonna die if you can't. We're gonna starve to death. And I'm already precariously skinny, we can't let it get any worse. I'll be nothing but skin and bone come winter!" Eddie laments, going nearly limp in Steve's arms, trusting him to catch him, to hold him up, and he does, as he laughs.
"Worry not fair maiden. I can indeed cook. Shall I scramble you an egg? Make you some toast perhaps?" Steve asks, his hands soothing up and down Eddie's back. Eddie straightens immediately at his words and pulls back, his head cocked to the side.
"Okay toast does sound amazing but I need you know that if you keep playing along with my little dramatics like that, that pan isn't gonna be only thing I ruin in this kitchen." Eddie's cheeks are flushed, his teeth worrying into bottom lip.
"Did you mean for that sound so fucking smooth?" Steve asks, his cheeks going hot as Eddie's eyes drop to his mouth.
"Not at all! Oh my god! I didn't even mean it like that, but it was so good!" His little excited face as he hops a few times is the best fucking thing Steve's ever seen.
"Well how bout we go ruin something in my bedroom instead. And I can make you toast, or whatever you want, after?" Steve asks, sliding his hands down Eddie's arms and tangling their fingers. Eddie nods excitedly. Steve turns to leave the kitchen and Eddie jumps on his back.
"Oof." Steve sighs.
"Sorry. Wanted a ride up the stairs. You have too many stairs in your house." Eddie whines, smiling into Steve's shoulder when he hikes his legs up and holds him.
"Hey what else can you make besides toast? Can you make soups?" Eddie asks, as Steve takes the steps slowly.
"Yep."
"Hell yes! Can you make grilled cheese?" Eddie asks.
"Yep."
"Amazing. Can you maaake.... meatloaf?" Eddie asks.
"I haven't in awhile, but I have a great recipe for it. Soooo... yes." Steve answers.
"Nice! Can you maaaakkeee.... ooohh can you make bread?" He pats at Steve's chest excitedly. Steve laughs, bounces him once as he heads down the hall to his room.
"Mhm. I can. A few different kinds." Steve hums.
"Holy shit. You're a cooking wizard! We shan't starve after all!" Eddie shouts, his voice echoing off the walls before Steve closes the door, the sound of their laughter muffled through the door as they fall into bed. Steve rolls on top of him, smiles down at him, and thanks him over and over again, through smiles and whispers and gasps and moans. Thanks him for keeping his promise. Thanks him for staying. For staying with Steve.
And Eddie tells him, in that easy way he has, quiet and intense, that there's no place else he'd rather be.
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The Touch of a Prince (E.M.)
Summary: You really really like your boyfriend's hands.
Warnings: MINORS DNI, smut, pure smut, explicit, lots of petnames, p in v, banana cream pies. Not edited like always
GIF credit: @foggystreetlights
A/N: just discovered the person who cosplays eddie and makes a whole bunch of eddie gifsets....
It was Eddie’s day off from the tattoo shop. He’d spent the day cleaning the house and when he was finally done he decided to work out an idea for a song. You’d come home about three hours into him practicing, a pencil in his mouth, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration but the one thing you could not get your eyes off of was his hands. The way the flexed with every movement, the way his veins popped when he’d move his hand up.
“You almost done?” You murmur, eyes scaling your boyfriend.
“Hmm?” He hums distracted but his eyes turn towards yours catching the tail end of your ogling. His lip immediately curving upward in a smirk.
“Why? Is my princess in need of her valiant knight’s services?” He says dramatically.
“Mhm,” you hum quietly nodding your head slowly as you scoot back on the couch.
“Well if duty calls” he says, placing his guitar back on its stand. His heavy footsteps frantic as he all but practically runs towards you. He jumps on the couch with a thud, the springs creaking in protest.
“You’re gonna fucking break it” you laugh. The two of you bought this shitty couch after moving in together. Before Eddie had become popular in the local tattoo scene. You could afford a better one but why waste something that is practically new?
“I was told an urgent matter needed my services” he says pressing kisses to your neck. You can’t help but laugh as you’re pinned under his body.
“Okay well not that!” You say pushing his face away.
“Mhm, okay then what does my precious princess in need of?” He says still using that stupid accent.
Your nose brushes his softly, eyes lashes fluttering against each other. “Do you trust me?” You whisper. A stupid smile adorns his face.
“Course I trust you. Trust that you won’t bite my dick off when it’s in your mouth. Did you know the force in a human jaw could do that? Like just cleanly” he rambles, getting distracted like he always does. He makes a chomping motion.
“Take it right off” he says, getting off of you dragging you with him until you’re sitting with your legs across his lap.
“God you’re so…” you say, making a face at him with face annoyance but there’s a little smile on your face.
“Hot?” He says with a smirk.
“No-“ you try to say but he interrupts.
“Charming? Handsome? God, keep going” he continues.
“Annoying” you say, interrupting him before he keeps going.
“Well luckily most hot people are annoying” he says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
“You’re insufferable too,” you scrunch your nose at him with a disgusted face. He decides to attack, his fingers pressing at your sides.
“No! No-“ you try to seat his hands away but you’re laughing uncontrollably as he tickles you.
“You don’t call me annoying or insufferable when I’ve got my cock in you” he laughs.
“Please- stop!” You heave for breath seeking reprieve. He lets go of you with a chuckle, going back to his position on the couch as you pant for breath, your stomach aching from forced laughter.
“God, I was trying to ask you a question!” You whine as you sit up. Your hair all fucked up from thrashing around, face flushed. You lean your shoulder on the couch cushion as you look at Eddie.
“My name is actually Eddie,” he says with a smug smile.
“That’s it! I’ve had it” you grumble a twinge of annoyance creeping into you as you cover his mouth and straddle his lap.
“Oohh kinky,” he muffles into your palm.
“Eddie seriously, I’m gonna lose my shit” you warn. He immediately holds his hands up in surrender. You let go of his mouth with a pointed glare, his hands finding their way to your ass.
“Yes, Princess?” He says with a smile on his lips.
“No, now I don’t want to. You’re being annoying” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Okay fine- fine I’m sorry” he says cupping your face and peppering your cheeks with kisses until you relax against him.
“What did you need?” He says softly, pushing your hair back out of your face.
“I wanted to do something but you’re gonna find it weird” you mumble.
“Weird? Like the time I let you hold my dick when I peed?” He says, one of his eyebrows quirked, clear amusement in his tone.
“Eddie!” You whine.
“Okay, okay” he laughs.
“Let me see your hand” you demand.
“You gonna read my palm or something?” he asks putting his right hand in front of you.
“Something like that” you say, you fold his fingers in and unfold them trying to build the courage to do it. To do what you’d been thinking about doing amongst the other dirty thoughts in your mind.
“You just wanted to play with my hands?” He laughs softly. You roll your eyes finally just sticking his pointer finger into your mouth. You lick at it, swirling your tongue around it.
“What are you doing?” He asks, amusement lost from his voice. Instead he sounds out of breath, his free hand squeezes your ass, his eyes trained on your lips wrapped around his digit.
Groaning, Eddie leans back on the couch, closing his eyes as you continue to suck on his fingers. You can feel the press of his half hard cock as you sit on his lap as he massages your ass with one hand.
"God, you're driving me crazy," he mutters.
You pull his fingers out of your mouth with a string of saliva dripping down your chin.
“I’m not doing anything” you murmur laying your head on his shoulder. You spread out his fingers licking in between the spaces then take his pointer finger into your mouth sucking on it.
Panting, Eddie watches with difficulty as you lick and suck on his fingers, his cock throbbing in his jeans.
"Do you have any idea how sexy that is?" he asks hoarsely.
You look up at Eddie with your big doe eyes. Cocking your head to the side innocently as you take in his middle finger and start sucking on it. This was your payback for Eddie’s annoying behavior.
Eddie shakes his head, rolling his hips up to gain friction.
“Fuck, need to be inside you princess” he pants. You hum around his fingers, sucking on them harder at the proposition. His one hand fumbled with the button on his jeans and yet he perfectly undoes it and unzips the zipper. You look at him with a questioning gaze.
“What? I have a lot of practice” he murmurs, cheeks glowing red. He’s cute when he’s embarrassed. Nonetheless he pulls his jeans and underwear down, his cock bobbing out of the fabric. It lightly slaps against his stomach, smearing precum over his maiden tee.
He slips his fingers out of your mouth, you can’t help but whine at the loss but he doesn’t give you a second to think. He’s yanking down his boxers that you’re wearing, thumb finding your clit as you kick them off.
“S-shit” you moan pressing your forehead into his shoulder.
“You’re so fucking far” he grunts, pulling you closer by the waist. You can’t help but laugh breathlessly but then his thumb is rubbing tight circles on your bundle of nerves, your thighs trembling.
“F-fuck okay okay okay” you pant not even knowing why you’re saying okay but you’re hovering over his cock. Eddie holds it at the base aligned with you perfectly to sink into him like an animal in quicksand.
“Not until I have your fingers” you whisper, swallowing hard. You feel like you’re slowly losing any semblance of humanity, like poison drips into your blood stream. Converting you into a primal cock hungry whore.
“Always have to draw things out don’t you?” He pants while shaking his head. His thumb leaving your clit, middle finger slipping into your sopping pussy.
“Mmm f—f” you stutter, the press of his warm metal rings at your labias having you forgetting your name. You look down, the veins on his inner wrist flexing, the bracelet on his wrist slightly bouncing with the movement, his eyes staring at the way you take his finger then sliding in his ring finger. Stretching you out as you start rocking your hips against his palm. You grip his shoulders harder.
“G-guh fuck Eddie” you moan, your head dropping in defeat as he curls his fingers.
“That’s it, ride my fucking hand” he all but growls. If he’s gonna be tortured he might as well enjoy it.
“Look so fucking pretty like this, Sweetheart. Got you all dumb from just my hand. I see the way you look at ‘em. Think you’re smart, huh? Looking away from me when I look over” he chuckles, his free hand gripping your hip moving you to ride his hand harder with each hard press of his fingers.
“C-can’t help it” you moan. Heat pools at your core, the familiar burn feels like lava, your face pressed desperately into his shoulder. If it wasn’t for Eddie’s hand on your hips you don’t know if you could move.
“Aww the poor little princess can’t help it? Can’t help imagining me fucking your pussy just like this? Getting your juices all over my fucking rings?” He grunts with the effort as he feels your muscles start to twitch.
“That’s it, cum on my fucking fingers. Show me how much you fucking love ‘em” he pants in your ear.
“S-shit. Oh fuck” you cry out, your nails digging into his skin as you feel the burn deep in your core. Your clit rubbing over his palm, his fingers ramming into your g-spot over and over again, the hard press of his metal rings. It isn’t long maybe a few seconds that you cum all over his hands.
It drips down his thick fingers, smearing all over his rings, creating a small puddle in his palm. Fuck… you’d never cum this much and all because of his hands. He slides his fingers out of you carefully as you heave for air.
The heat ghosting over his neck as you relax in his hold.
He tuts, ”s’only your first own, Princess. Still gotta ride my cock like you’re riding a first prize stallion.”
“S-shit y-yeah just.. just give me a sec would ‘ya?” You gasp. He runs your back softly until you sit up on his thighs pulling back to look at his face.
“There she is” he grins, using his clean hand to brush stray pieces of hair out of your face. You press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Thanks for that” you murmur shyly under the intense gaze of your boyfriend. He looked like a man starved for days looking at his first meal.
“That? Oh sweetheart… you’re not gonna be able to walk tomorrow when I’m done with you,” he says with a cocky grin.
“Now, I believe I was told that my Princess likes my hands. Hmm? S’that true sweetheart?” He asks almost condescendingly. You nod meekly not knowing where this is heading.
He grips your hips pulling you up. Your thighs tremble lightly as you’re back in the same position as before.
“Think you can take it baby? Have a surprise for you, if you’re a good girl” he says, rubbing his thumb softly over your hipbone.
“Yeah- Yes I can,” you nod. You shift closer, your knees pressing into the sides of his hips as you slowly sink down into him.
“Oh- fuck” you whine, your pussy still sensitive from your orgasm. Your walls pulse around him, already slick with your cum, coating his cock in it. He tilts your head up to look at him.
“Open that pretty mouth of yours Princess,” he murmur, his stomach straining not to fuck you hard like he wants. He knows you need him to be gentle right now. You oblige opening up your plump lips with uncertainty.
He slides his cum covered fingers into your mouth forcing you to taste yourself. His other hand finding your hip slowly pulling you towards him in a gentle roll of your hips. You moan around his fingers for a second time.
Your tongue laps up your cum gathering it on the tip as you start moving your hips on your own. Instead of bouncing you choose to swivel your hips, keeping a figure eight.
This causes Eddie’s cock to stay buried deep inside of you, the meeting point of the two rings forcing his cock to press into your g-spot. You curl your toes, gasping around his wrinkled fingers. Fuck, you’re so sensitive. Eddie could sneeze and you’d cum again. Nonetheless you flex your stomach ignoring the way your pussy flutters around him.
Like a deep primal urge in you knows, knows that you need your fill.
“Fuck, that’s it” he pants, his desperation growing. He slides his fingers out of your mouth, the skull ring staying behind, you swirl it around your tongue cleaning it and bring it forward to show him just as he grabs your hips.
“Jesus fucking Christ you’re gonna fucking kill me” he gasps out, his big hands forcing you to bounce on his cock.
It’s like you lose all inhibitions as you feel the slam of his cock curving into you.
“Oh- God. Fuck- fuck” you moan loudly. It gets harder and harder to stave off your orgasm as he presses his back into the couch pistoning upwards.
“S-shit you’re gonna fucking break me” you gasp. Your stomach flexes painfully, your clit rubbing into the thatch of curly hair above his cock ever time he slams you down into him. You pull at the couch cushions behind his head desperately.
“I- I can’t Eds” you cry, every fibre of your body is telling you to let go. Eddie feels the familiar tug at his balls, a shiver running up his spine.
“Look at me,” he grunts.
You try and strengthen your neck but all you can manage is to press your forehead into his.
“You’re mine, always fucking remember that” he says fiercely.
“I thought I was the princess” you laugh breathlessly.
“And I’m your fucking prince” he moan.
You whine “don’t wanna cum yet.” You press up on your knees slamming down harder onto his cock. The only thing preventing you from falling is Eddie’s hands on your hips and your grip on his shoulders
“Love your cock to much wanna stay like this forever” you moan.
Laughing, Eddie pulls you closer, his lips finding yours. His tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting your cum on your tongue.
"I love you," he whispers against your lips. "I'll never get tired of being inside you.”
“Fuck- come on princess, cum for me” he encourages.
“No no no no no” you whine but the heat keeps pooling and shocks travel up your spine as you get closer and closer.
Hearing your desperate pleas, Eddie knows you're on the edge. He wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you even closer as he thrusts into you with abandon.
"That's it," he praises. "Just let it happen."
“No Eddie,“ you whine but your pussy still clenching around him, your stomach tightening with effort as you try to stave off your pleasure.
“Fuuuck” you gasp your neck flexing as you grit your teeth.
“That’s it, that’s fucking it” he grunts rubbing right circles on your clit. Your velvet walls clench harder around him, his cock making you completely dumb.
You let go involuntarily, everything all too much. You cum hard trembling above him, collapsing into his chest.
“Fuck-beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he grunts.
“Cum inside me,” you pant out.
“What?” His eyebrows practically fly to his hairline.
“Cum inside me” you say more urgently, shocks running up your spine.
“Y- fuck you can’t say shit like that to me” his eyes roll back and his lips part. He cums inside you with a loud groan.
You sigh as you get comfortable on his lap. His cum and cock still buried deep inside you. You press a soft kiss to the side of his head
“My pretty boy” you whisper.
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thinking about ace/demi Eddie being terrified to be with Steve. Like he sees the way Steve looks at him. Knows how he feels about Steve. Can't believe Steve might feel the same. So he tries to keep things friendly, backs off on the flirting.
But one day Steve actually asks him out. Like on a fucking actual real date. And Eddie wants to say yes. His whole being shaking with want. But he can't speak. Just shakes his head. And Steve backtracks, is all,
"oh. Yeah. No. That's- that's okay. Sorry if i- did i read this wrong? I thought-" and he looks so confused, sad eyes on Eddie, his hands fidgeting together in front of him. And Eddie can't fucking take it. He's like,
"You didn't read it wrong. I just... i can't... give you what you want. I don't like sex. Or like... i dont want it? Or might want it later, but not right now? I don't know. It's confusing. And hard to explain. I just-" he cuts off, his breath shaking in his chest and Steve's just looking at him, his face open and he's just listening, nods a little, encouraging Eddie to keep going. Eddie sighs, drops his head into his hands and mumbles.
"I just want you to be happy Steve. And i know you like sex. I'm sure its great. For you. But i don't... i don't care about it. I don't need it or really want it? I just... i like you so much Steve. And I'd genuinely love nothing more than to go out with you. And- and be with you. But just... not like that. At least not... not for awhile. Maybe not...ever." and Eddie's crying softly now, wipes at his face and looks up at Steve and see him looking back with the softest fucking look. He looks so fucking fond, and now Eddie's confused. His brow furrowed. And Steve scoots closer, reaches for Eddie's face and just cradles it and says,
"I just wanna be with you too Eddie. I don't need sex. That's not- i mean it's nice, really nice, sometimes. But i think... maybe it'd be nice to be with someone and not have it be about that? Is that- is that okay?" Steve moves his thumbs ovwr Eddie's cheeks, wiping the tears away.
"Steve. I might never want it. That's- that's a lot to ask i can't-"
"You're not asking. I'm offering." Steve licks his lips, takes a deep breath.
"I don't wanna be with you for sex. I like you Eddie. You're ridiculous, and smart, and kind, and so fucking weird. And you make me smile. You make me happy." Steve shrugs,
"That's why i wanna be with you. Cuz i like you. And i think you like me. So I'd like- I'd like to try. If you want?" His hand is on Eddie's thigh now. Eddie's heart is pounding. And Steve's still looking at him with that soft look. Eddie nods.
"Okay. Yeah. I wanna try. I want to." Eddie lays his hand over Steve's, he's shaking. Steve smiles at him, soft and sweet.
"Is kissing okay Eds? Cuz i really wanna kiss you right now." His smile grows as he talks, he looks giddy now, smiling like he can't help it. Eddie bites his lip, teeth digging into the bottom one as he smiles around them. He nods again.
"Yeah. Yeah kissing's okay." Eddie's says, breathless. Steve nods, his smile fading as he leans closer, his eyes on Eddie's mouth. Eddie closes his eyes when Steve's nose brushes his cheek, lets Steve lead.
It's just a soft press of lips, and then another. And then one more as Steve tilts his head the other way and slots their lips back together. His fingers curling into the hair at the nape of Eddie neck, not pulling, just resting there, holding Eddie close, like he's something precious. Like he's worth waiting for. Like he's happy just to have him, however he can.
Eddie smiles into the kiss. Feels Steve smile too, their teeth clicking as Steve keeps kissing him through their smiles, and eventual laughter. Steve kisses over his cheeks, and his nose, and his eyes, kisses all over his face until Eddie's laughing into his shoulder and Steve just holds him, laughing too, his hands moving over Eddie's back softly, holding him close as they settle together on the couch.
"I just want you, Eddie. Just you." Steve whispers, kisses Eddie's shoulder before Eddie pulls back and looks at him, tears in his eyes again.
"I want you too." Eddie shrugs, sniffles, wipes his face with the back of his hand. Steve smiles, bright and sweet, and tackles Eddie back onto the couch, settling on top of him and kissing him again and again and again.
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“I don’t like dresses, Eddie.”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: some sweet fluff at the trailer with eddie. reader is six months pregnant, so much fluff it may actually kill you, so sweet and precious, smut, vaginal fingering, decrophylia, mentions of max’s death and the battle with vecna, eddie’s self doubt of being a good provider, maybe some language, eddie and reader purposely call their baby by different genders it’s not an error lmao. enjoy!! requests always open just have a lot of works in progress i’m trying to get out there!! also! please let me know if the “read more” tag is working!!
My feet are huge, Eddie.” You said matter of factly, staring at your bare, swollen feet. “I can barely fit into shoes anymore.”
Eddie chuckled, stirring the instant ramen as he put it back in the microwave. “I’ll buy you a size up.”
“But they’re so…so big! I’m so big!” You exclaim, hugging your pregnant belly. “I’m so fat!”
“Y/n,” Eddie said, giving you a pointed look. “What I tell you about that? Stop being so negative about the way you look. It’s not good for you. You’re hot.”
Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, fiddling with your fingers. “You have to admit it though.” You argued. “My feet are huge.”
He rolled his eyes, sticking out his socked foot dramatically. “Well, what about mine! They’re twice the size of yours!”
You giggle, covering your mouth with your hand. “I guess so. You’ve got man feet.”
He scoffed. “I am a man, baby.” The thirty second timer of his soup went off, but he paid no mind, making his way over to you. He got on his knees in front of you, grabbing your foot and kissing your freshly painted, hot pink, big toe. “I love you and your big feet, baby.”
You smiled, your heart fluttering at the sweet gesture.
“And,” He pointed at your belly. “I love this baby, too.” He kissed your six month pregnant stomach, patting it lightly. “Hi, baby Munson! Can you hear me? It’s daddy! Daddy’s here!”
You watched him caress your belly, tapping it, humming a new song he was working on, telling it about his work day. You could watch it all day long. You couldn’t wait to meet your baby. You and Eddie had decided to wait to see what the gender was, but it was getting to be harder than what you anticipated.
“God, I’m so excited.” Eddie sighed happily, resting his cheek on your thigh. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
Him. Eddie was sure it was a boy.
You? You didn’t care which, as long as she was happy and healthy.
“I know.” You said quietly, your hand over his that laid above your navel. “Only three more months.”
He practically squealed, gathering himself off the ground to sit beside you. He grabbed you by the shoulders softly, turning you around so your back was to him. You sighed happily when he began massaging your shoulders, his thumbs working circles into your sore muscles.
“Oh, god.” You moaned, eyes closed in relief.
“Careful, darlin’.” He smirked, leaning into your ear. “Last time you said that you got pregnant.”
You hadn’t meant to get knocked up. That was the last thing you both had wanted, at the time, anyways. Now, it was the only thing you wanted more than anything in the entire universe. The two year mark of vecna was approaching, and after two years of the trauma you both endured, healed injuries and broken souls, the loss of your dear friend, Max, you both could finally say that you were traveling down hill now. You missed Max. You knew she’d be so happy to hear about the both of you becoming parents.
You remembered the day you had taken the pregnancy test. All 14 of them. You’d blown half of your paycheck on them, needing to be sure. You’d cried on the bathroom floor where he had found you that evening. You didn’t need to say anything, yet you did, watching as he stared at the positive pregnancy tests on the counter. “I’m pregnant.” You had spoken over a tearful whisper.
It was one of his most shameful moments, but Eddie had left you that night on your own, not able to process the idea of becoming a father. Wayne had smacked him upside the head when he showed up to his trailer, confessing the news. “Boy, get your ass outta my house and back you yer’ girl.” His uncle had said.
“Feel good, baby?” Eddie said, kissing your clothed shoulder as he rubbed up and down your spine, going back up to the base of your neck.
“Mmm.” You hummed in response. “Me and baby are happy.”
He smirked, eyes starting to droop with tiredness from his long work day. “I hope so.”
You opened your eyes then, noticing the self doubt in his voice that you came to recognize early on in your relationship. Next month will be four years. You craned your neck to try and see him. “I am, Eddie.” You lifted your hand up to grab his, resting them against your shoulder. “So will the baby.”
He squeezed your fingers. “I should get you a better house. We need a safer neighborhood for him.”
“We’ll protect her.” You didn’t let go of his hand, spinning yourself against the leather cushion to face him. “And I love this house. It’s our home.”
“I could buy you pretty dresses.” He frowned, pulling at the string of your pajama pants.
“I don’t like dresses, Eddie.” You laughed, gathering his face in your hands and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “God, you’re so cute. You’re so good to me.”
His cheeks flushed red under your touch, placing his hand on your fuzzy pj’s. “You’re good to me, baby. My two babies. I love you both so much.” The heat of the precious moment took him over and he found his lips on yours in seconds. Hot, plump and pink and all over each other’s, his thick palm coming up to hold your cheek.
He kissed you like you were the only woman left in the world, a hunger behind each swipe of his tongue that begged to be fed. You opened your mouth and accepted, teeth scrapping teeth in a make out session that was just plain dirty. He was always so paranoid about having sex at first, wondering if it would hurt the baby. You were too, until your doctor assured you there was no danger at risk.
“Let me feel you, baby.” He said hotly against your wet mouth, hand traveling down your cheek to your shoulder, down your arm and to your hip. “Let me make my girl feel good.”
You whined when his hand cupped your mound with a full palm, breaking apart the kiss in surprise. He rubbed you over your pajama’s, your body leaning into him, rocking against his hand to gain some more friction that just wasn’t doing the job.
You grabbed his hand, pulling down your pants to your knees, placing him back down to your bare pussy. You found his mouth again, his fingers running up your slick with a full swipe, collecting your wetness that made his hand sticky.
“You want me to touch you, honey?” He gently gathered you close, leaning you back to you could lay on the leather sofa. “Tell me what you want, pretty baby.”
The teasing made you hot and lightheaded, the throbbing between your legs created a burning sensation that ached to be cooled. “Please, Eddie,” You arched into his hand. “Touch me. Fuck me with your fingers.”
He practically groaned, the strain in his boxers rubbing against your thigh. He leaned down and placed a full, deep kiss on your lips, entering two fingers into your cunt. He plunged them deep inside, curling them in one go, before pulling out and repeating the movement.
The sudden sensation had you crying out, back arched and mouth ajar. Eddie hovered over your stomach, one hand inside you, the other holding himself up so he didn’t put pressure on your belly. He lifted his chin at you, eyes dark and sparking with a mischievous glare. “Yeah?”
You sobbed, writhing underneath as he finger fucked your pussy, a third ring finger now plunging in and out of you. The sound of your squelching arousal filled his ears, his pre cum darkening a patch of his jeans. It wasn’t the first time he’d cum in his pants just from fingering you.
“Oh, God,” Your legs were split apart, cunt on full display for him. He looked down, watching as his fingers disappeared in and out of you. Your face was best red, sweat fell down your cheeks and tears fell down your sticky skin.
“I’m so close, Eddie.” You shook underneath him.
“Mhmm.” He nodded, his thumb lazily swiping at your clit, not enough to make the coil in your belly snap. “You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? You want me to make you cum all over my fingers?”
“Yes, yes!” You reeled your head back and pleaded to him, to god.
Eddie leaned down, spit on your puffy, red and swollen clit, and wrapped his plump lips around your sexual nerve, puckering and sucking like his life depending on it. It wasn’t long then, and you were squeezing his fingers and shaking, convulsing underneath him.
He fingered you through your orgasm, admiring your beauty as laid there and cried.
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