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#eddie is alive
mcdynamite · 11 months
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CWs: discussions of sexuality (particularly demisexuality, though Steve and Eddie don’t know a term for it at the time), VERY mild sexual context
Steve Harrington has had a lot of sex.
He's not, like, trying to brag about it, or anything. Frankly, he's not even sure it's something he would want to brag about in the first place. It's just an objective fact.
The sky is blue. The Earth is round. Water is wet.
And Steve Harrington has had a lot of sex.
Which is...well, a little bit bizarre, considering the fact that he's not entirely convinced he actually enjoys it most of the time.
At first, he chalks it up to inexperience. Everyone's first times were a little bit awkward, weren't they? Maybe everyone felt weird and a little bit off-kilter the first time someone touched them like that. Maybe everyone felt icky for hours afterwards, like something was just off. Steve had spent his childhood going to church on Sundays (at least, until he turned 10, and Richard and Susan decided he no longer needed luxuries like parents), so maybe it was just guilt.
That was a thing, right? Catholic guilt, or whatever? He'll get over it. He's sure of it.
Only...he's less sure of it several months later, when he still can't get rid of that stupid icky feeling, and he can never quite grasp what Tommy is talking about whenever the dude starts obsessing over wanting to fuck some pretty actress in whatever movie they’re watching. When he’s with a girl, he feels anxious the moment clothes start to come off, despite the fact that he wants this. He wants to have sex. He wants someone to touch him and make him feel good. He wants to do the same for someone else. But it always feels wrong.
The only part he really likes is what comes after, when he can wrap his arms around whatever girl he's with that week and just hold her - no more sex required, now that it's over and done with. That part feels good. Amazing, even. He loves having someone to cuddle up with - to make him feel less alone in his fucking mausoleum of a house. It's nice. It feels good.
He's pretty sure it's the only reason he keeps having sex in the first place. It's like a transaction. Steve gets the girls off, and in exchange, they stick around for a little while afterwards to fill the echoing silence of Steve's house with soft laughter and quiet words.
And sure...sometimes Steve sort of falls apart after they leave to get home before their curfews. Usually, it just leaves him feeling squirmy and anxious. But sometimes, when it's especially bad, Steve sits on the floor of the shower with his arms around his knees for ages and cries until the water gets cold, unable to wash the icky feeling away.
He knows he should stop doing this to himself, but God, he's so fucking lonely, and now he's made a reputation for himself. Now there are expectations, and if Steve has learned one thing from Richard Harrington, it's that living up to expectations is the most important thing in life.
So he keeps doing it. His technique gets better, despite how wrong he feels, and the girls keep coming. And Steve keeps wondering what the fuck is wrong with him - why he feels physically pleasured enough to come most of the time, but always hates himself afterwards.
Then, at the beginning of his junior year, he starts dating Nancy Wheeler.
He knows right away that this feels different from any of his other flings. Nancy is sweet, and smart, and just a bit of a firecracker, and Steve loves it. Even better, she doesn't try to get him into bed on their first date, or their second, or even their third. It's not until the pool party that things take a more intimate turn between them, and by then, Steve is smitten.
He waits for the ick to kick in while he caresses her and kisses her everywhere - waits for the feeling of weirdbadwrong to make itself known - but this time... it doesn't. This time, Steve looks down at his partner and is stunned by how beautiful she looks. It's never been like this with any of the other girls - he's never wanted any of them quite like this - and for the first time, Steve really, genuinely enjoys having sex.
There's no ick; no uncomfortable feeling in his belly that sort of makes him feel ill. There's just Nancy, who looks and sounds beautiful, and smiles at him as they doze off together afterwards. It's amazing. It's perfect.
Steve thinks that maybe he's normal, after all.
He should know better than to get his hopes up, by now.
The next year is a whirlwind of absolute insanity. There are monsters, and alternate dimensions, and little kids with honest-to-God superpowers, and funerals... and sex becomes the least of Steve's worries.
He and Nancy are only intimate a handful of other times, after that first night (it's hard to get in the mood when all either of them can think about is how the first time they did this, her best friend was dying), and despite everything else going on, the ick, at least, stays away. It seems to be proof that Steve isn't broken or weird. He just needed some time to get used to sex.
He realizes how wrong he is the first time he tries to hook up with someone after Nancy breaks his heart, when the ick comes back. After that, he only tries once more, and then he just stops trying to score entirely... pretends he's just lost his touch and feels secretly relieved every time Robin Buckley puts a tally under the "You Suck" side of the whiteboard in the back room.
It goes on like this until March of 1986, when Eddie Munson comes barrelling into his life and changes everything.
His relationship with Eddie is unlike any he's ever had. They start out as tentative friends after everything with Vecna is finally over, and then it grows from there.
They hang out with the kids at Steve's place, which eventually turns into them hanging out without the kids. They talk about the weather, and the Upside Down, and music, and DnD campaigns. Anything and everything that comes to mind. Eddie tells Steve how he came to live with Wayne, and in return, Steve tells Eddie about his parents - about how he sometimes feels like he's haunting his own home.
(Eddie starts making excuses to stay the night more often, after that conversation, and Steve doesn't mention it, but he notices.)
And one day he looks over at Eddie, who's talking animatedly to El while Steve pops popcorn for their movie night, and suddenly, it hits him like a goddamn truck.
Eddie Munson is beautiful.
Steve can barely breathe as the realization takes hold, because he's not used to seeing people this way. He can appreciate when someone is objectively attractive, sure, but he rarely looks at someone and wants like this. He rarely looks at a person and wonders what their lips would feel like against his own, or what sort of sounds they make when they come, or what they'd look like with Steve's love bites riddling their skin...
He's only looked at one other person this way before: Nancy, after they'd been dating for a few weeks and had gotten to know each other better.
He's so shocked by the sheer amount of wanting he's feeling for Eddie that he blows right past the gay panic part of his bisexual awakening, straight into bumbling idiot with a crush territory.
And really, it must be obvious, because two weeks later, Eddie's gaze locks onto Steve's while they're sitting on the edge of the pool, feet dangling in the water, and Eddie smiles. It's a soft, gentle thing - so different from the maniacal grins he gives the kids when they're all hanging out together - and it steals all of the breath from Steve's lungs. His heart races as the air around them shifts, and for once, it's out of excitement rather than anxiety.
Eddie's voice is devastatingly timid when he murmurs, "Stevie, can I kiss you?"
Steve feels like he could cry out of happiness. His answer is a simple nod, and when Eddie kisses him slowly, sweetly, chastely, Steve can feel any remaining anxiety melting away.
Because this kiss isn't a demand, or a prelude to all of those other activities that Steve wants but isn't sure he's quite ready for with Eddie, yet. It's not a challenge.
It's a promise - a promise that this thing that's been blossoming between them over the last few months is real. Wordlessly, Eddie vows to treat him with care, and Steve does the same in kind.
And it's perfect.
They take things slow - slower than Steve and Nancy did, and definitely slower than Steve's ever gone with anyone else. Steve doesn't ask for sex, now that he no longer has a persona to uphold, and Eddie doesn't push. They're both perfectly content to share soft kisses and quiet words while they lay tangled together in one of their beds with their pajamas on, for now.
It takes more than a month for Eddie to bring it up.
"Baby, can I ask you something?" Eddie asks quietly.
They're curled up in Steve's bed after a long day taking the kids swimming at the quarry, and neither of them have said much for the last half hour or so. Eddie has been flipping through one of his D&D books, and Steve has been laying with his head pillowed on Eddie's chest, listening to his boyfriend's occasional mutterings about tieflings and trolls and some sort of forest quest. He's not even sure Eddie realizes he mutters to himself while he reads, and that just makes Steve love it even more.
Steve just hums sleepily and props his chin on Eddie's sternum to look up at him, face immediately falling into a frown. Eddie looks contemplative and a little nervous, and Steve already hates whatever this conversation is going to be about. He doesn't like it when Eddie is upset. It breaks his heart every time.
Swallowing thickly, he pushes himself off of Eddie's chest so they can lay on their sides facing each other, hands tangling between them because they're always touching these days. "What's up, Eds?" Steve asks. He hopes his voice is encouraging and doesn't give away the anxiety beginning to roll in his stomach.
Eddie hesitates, face scrunching up adorably like it always does when he's thinking too hard about something.
"We don't have sex," Eddie finally blurts out unceremoniously.
Steve's heart plummets, but he tries to keep his tone light when he speaks. "Is there a question in that...?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
Eddie won't meet his eyes, and it makes Steve feel strangely off-kilter. Eddie hasn't been this skittish around him in months.
"I don't know, just... doesn't that bother you, or something?" he says finally.
Steve deflects. "Does it bother you?"
He's dreading Eddie's answer.
But he only dreads it for a moment, because Eddie's eyes go wide and apologetic immediately. "No! No, Stevie, I'm fine with what we've been doing," Eddie says quickly. "I mean, I want to do more, you know? But it's totally fine if you don't. I guess I'm just worried I'm... boring you?"
Steve's expression must be incredulous, because Eddie backtracks instantly.
"Wow, okay, that sounded way worse out loud than it did in my head. Jesus H. Christ," Eddie sighs.
"Why would you think you're boring me?" Steve asks, unable to let it go, because it's quite possibly the most ridiculous thing Eddie has ever said (and that is a high bar to clear). In what world could Eddie - funny, unpredictable, unbearably sweet Eddie - be boring?
Eddie winces, then shrugs. "I don't know, man, you're just..." He pauses; Steve waits. "You're Steve Harrington, you know? It's not exactly a secret that you got around while we were in school. And I'm not saying that's a bad thing!" Eddie clarifies. "Whatever you did before doesn't bother me because it doesn't matter anymore, right? But you obviously like having sex, and we obviously haven't done anything more than kiss yet, and I was just wondering if that bothered you, I guess..."
For a moment, Steve considers lying. He considers telling Eddie that it doesn't bother him, but that he's ready for more if Eddie is, because it sounds like Eddie might be, and Steve doesn't want to disappoint him. He's pretty sure he could have a decent enough time having sex with Eddie if that's what Eddie wants. He could bite the bullet in the name of keeping everything else - the amazing parts of this little thing between them that make every part of Steve's soul feel warm and comforted and held.
So, yeah. He considers it - lying and putting on a good face while he gives Eddie what everyone always seems to want from Steve Harrington - but then he meets Eddie's eyes and reconsiders.
Eddie's gaze is open and kind and nervous, not expectant. He looks vulnerable and more than a little self-conscious, and in that moment, Steve decides that he's not going to let this thing with Eddie meet the same uncomfortable end as all the others. If Eddie can be vulnerable, if Eddie can be open and honest, then Steve can meet him halfway and do the same.
"What if I don't?" he asks, voice weak and unsure. He sounds so small - like a child, almost - and he hates it.
Eddie frowns. "What if you don't what?"
"You said it was obvious that I liked having sex," Steve replies shakily. He can't quite meet Eddie's eyes, but he sees Eddie's hesitant nod out of the corner of his eye. "Well... what if I don't?"
Steve wonders if the silence that follows feels as deafening and suffocating to Eddie as it does to him.
"I don't understand..." Eddie says. His voice is soft, like he's afraid he might scare Steve away, and Steve realizes suddenly that his own hands are trembling.
"I-" he murmurs haltingly. "It's just... sex is sort of weird for me, sometimes." He pauses, then quietly adds, "Most of the time, actually." He chances a look at Eddie's face and immediately wishes he hadn't, because Eddie's frown is deep and concerned and Steve doesn't know how to fix it.
"Okay," Eddie says slowly, giving Steve's hands a reassuring squeeze. "Do you think you could tell me what you mean by that?"
And, well... Steve does his best to explain. He tells Eddie about the way he'd felt icky back in high school, whenever he hooked up with some random girl from his class. He tells Eddie that he'd wanted to have sex, but for some reason it always seemed to feel like something was off. Sometimes, it felt like something was missing. Other times, it felt like too much.
Steve tells him about the times when he felt wrong-footed and uncomfortable for hours afterwards, even long after the girl had left. He quietly recounts, with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, those few occasions that had made him feel so terrible he'd sat on the shower floor and cried until the hot water ran out, unable to wash the feeling away.
He tells Eddie everything - about those precious few times with Nancy when he'd felt normal, about his attempts after their breakup that made him feel weirdbadwrong once again, about his relief every time he scared a new girl off at Scoops with his purposefully dismal flirting.
Steve tells Eddie everything, and Eddie listens.
By the end, there are tear tracks on Steve's face, trailing downwards towards a small damp spot on his pillow, but Eddie takes it all in stride. He simply raises a hand to brush away the tears and presses his lips to Steve's forehead, all while thanking Steve for telling him, and assuring Steve that there's no pressure, with them. There's no timeline, no expectation of sex, and there never will be. Eddie is happy to wait as long as Steve needs, and if the time never comes, then that's alright, too.
The thought alone brings additional tears of relief to Steve's eyes, and he feels a part of his heart unclench when Eddie's arms wrap around him that night as they drift off to sleep, just as they've done most nights for the last month. He feels safe inside the cocoon of Eddie’s arms, in the knowledge that Eddie knows, now, and he’s not going anywhere. Any lingering anxiety dissipates entirely the following morning, when Eddie bitches and moans about being woken up for work, but still kisses Steve just as sweetly before he goes, no less adoring than the day before.
It gives Steve honest-to-God butterflies, and he feels a bit like a lovesick teenager when he watches Eddie pull out of the driveway that morning. He wonders if maybe they’ll just carry on as though nothing has changed at all.
In the end, things do change, but it doesn’t take long for Steve to realize they’ve changed for the better. Their conversation seems to have opened the door for the kind of vulnerability that Steve’s never had with anyone else before, and it’s nice. More than nice, actually. It comes with the sort of honesty and trust he’s longed for his entire life. It comes with sweet kisses that never become too insistent, and soft touches that never wander into unwanted places. For the first time, Steve can relax and let himself be cared for…let himself fall even deeper in love with Eddie Munson than he already is.
Things progress, despite remaining temporarily paused on the physical front. They tell Robin about their relationship, and after she’s done half-crying, half-laughing her way through congratulating them, she gives Eddie an astonishingly frightening shovel-talk. They tell Dustin a few days later, and then the rest of the kids and Nancy. They go on their first official date at the drive-in, where they can cuddle up without needing to worry about the prying eyes of the ignorant assholes who make up most of the population of Hawkins.
A little over a month after The Talk, Steve holds Eddie’s hand while Eddie tells his Uncle Wayne that they’re together, and after Wayne wraps Eddie up in the biggest bear-hug of all time, he does the same to Steve and assures him that as long as he never hurts Wayne’s boy, Steve will always be welcome in the Munson home. Steve doesn’t comment on the tears shining in Eddie’s eyes, but he holds Eddie extra tightly that night. Tells Eddie how proud he is. Wonders how much longer he’ll be able to stop himself from slipping up and confessing exactly how much he loves Eddie.
And one day, after months of chaste kisses and soft, conservative touches…Steve feels ready for more.
They start slow, at Eddie’s insistence and to Steve’s relief. At first, it’s nothing but the two of them laying in Eddie’s bed, jerking themselves off side by side. They’re barely touching, aside from the occasional brush of the arm, but Steve feels like he’s on fire in the best way. Eddie’s choked off gasps go straight to his dick, and they come within seconds of each other, too satisfied to be embarrassed about how quickly the whole thing happens.
The next night, when they get their hands on each other, Steve’s are trembling with nerves frayed from wondering if the icky weirdbadwrong feeling will rear its head. But Eddie’s voice is soft and soothing, and his touch is no less gentle than it always is when he wraps his fingers around Steve’s cock for the first time. Instead of the prickly, icy feeling he usually gets, Steve thinks that this feels perfect. Like slipping into a warm bath after a long day out in the cold. It doesn’t take long for him to forget all about his worry that it might feel wrong when he’s lost in Eddie’s whispered encouragement and soft touches.
He comes that night with Eddie’s name on his lips, and when his fingers tremble as he returns the favor for his boyfriend, it’s out of excitement, not fear.
Steve tells Eddie he loves him a little over a week later, after a Corroded Coffin show at the Hideout.
Eddie says it back.
And the icky feeling continues to stay away, for the most part.
Of course, there’s still a bit of a learning curve when it comes to their sex life. There are days when Steve feels detached - untethered to the world around him, like he’s just going through the motions of life - and he can’t do anything sexual without feeling a bit like he wants to crawl out of his own skin. And they never have sex when they’re angry with each other, because the one time they try, Steve breaks down halfway through, unable to shake the feeling of wrongness that courses through his veins like poison.
It’s a lot of trial and error, and many very honest conversations, but it works. Eddie is never pushy - never seems to get frustrated with Steve’s oddly fickle relationship with sex - and eventually, Steve stops getting frustrated with himself. There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s not broken. He just is the way he is, and he doesn’t need to change that. Every once in a while, he wishes he knew someone else who felt like this, just to have someone to talk to, but it’s hard to feel lonely when he gets to fall asleep in Eddie’s arms every single night once they move in together in 1988.
Eventually, he sort of forgets about ever feeling broken in the first place, after years spent with a man who loves him unconditionally, exactly how he is.
Until a random day in the middle of June, 2015 when Eddie comes home from teaching guitar at the music center down the road with a pamphlet.
“Steve?” Eddie calls over the sound of the slamming screen door. Steve keeps meaning to replace the spring, so it won’t slam quite so hard every time, but every time he tries, he just gets distracted and forgets altogether.
“In here!” he replies from his place at the kitchen table, surrounded by dozens of middle school history essays.
Eddie comes striding into the kitchen with his guitar case slung over his shoulder and a half-nervous, half-excited grin on his face, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. It’s a habit from youth that he never quite shook, and Steve will never admit this out loud, but he finds it disgustingly adorable.
“Can I help you?” Steve asks with a slight smirk when Eddie just stares at him for a long moment.
Eddie blinks, then suddenly looks a bit sheepish as he takes a breath and pulls a folded-up pamphlet out of his jacket pocket. “So, uh…this might sound weird, but one of my students went to the Pride parade downtown with her girlfriend this weekend, and I told her to bring me a souvenir. And I was joking, obviously! Only…she brought me this random pamphlet she got from some vendor while she was there, also as a joke, and I was reading it because I was bored between lessons - Jeremy canceled because he has strep, or something - and it really wasn’t all that interesting, because, like, been there, done that, right? But-”
“Eddie,” Steve says, smirk dissolving into a fond smile. “You’re rambling, babe.”
“Right, yeah. That I am,” Eddie laughs nervously. He fidgets with the pamphlet, then abruptly holds it out for Steve to take.
Steve only hesitates for a moment before taking it and giving it a brief once-over. “Am I supposed to be-”
“Page five,” Eddie interrupts. His voice is soft, and fond, and a little nervous in a way it rarely is around Steve these days. Nearly thirty years of (unofficial) marriage has left little to be nervous about.
Steve stares at his husband, then flips open the little booklet to a page sporting a black, purple, grey, and white flag, and the word demisexuality. He frowns thoughtfully and pushes his reading glasses further up his nose as he begins to read the rest of the text on the page.
“I didn’t think much of it at first,” Eddie says softly, pulling up a chair so he can sit beside Steve. “But then I remembered that talk we had back when we first started dating…”
His voice trails off, but that’s okay. Steve already knows exactly what conversation Eddie is thinking about, because Steve is recalling it himself.
“There’s a word for it?” Steve’s voice comes out surprisingly fragile. Hopeful.
He can hear the smile in Eddie’s reply. “Yeah, sweetheart. Seems that way.”
“And there are…” Steve swallows down the tidal wave of emotion threatening to crash over him. “There are more people like me? It’s, like…a thing?”
“Sure is, baby,” Eddie says fondly, pressing a lingering kiss to Steve’s temple. “Got your own flag and everything!”
Steve chokes out a laugh just as the first tear falls down his cheek, and fuck, he can’t stop smiling. Because Eddie is right. There’s a word, and a community, and a goddamn flag. And yeah, maybe it’s been years since Steve last worried about the weirdbadwrong feeling he used to get so frequently when he was younger, but something inside of him feels like it’s settled into place. Like the final piece of a puzzle, pulled from beneath the couch years after the rest was completed: dusty and faded, almost forgotten, but a perfect fit nonetheless.
“Demisexual…” he murmurs reverently, tracing over the shape of the flag with his fingers. “I like it.”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks eagerly.
Through happy tears, Steve looks at the man who is his husband in everything but the eyes of the law. Eddie’s eyes are kind and excited - just like they always are - and God, Steve loves him. He’s loved him for decades, and he’s never going to stop.
“Yep,” Steve breathes, wrapping a hand around the back of Eddie’s head to pull him in for a slow kiss. “Love it,” he says. Another kiss. “Love you.”
“Love you too, baby,” Eddie whispers in return.
The next year, Eddie’s students don’t need to bring him souvenirs from Pride, because he and Steve go together. They hold hands as they cheer on the parade, newly-acquired wedding rings (now that it’s been legalized in all fifty states) glinting in the sunlight, and Steve wonders if he’s ever been this happy before. He’s got his husband on one side, Robin and her wife on the other, and a flag of black, purple, grey, and white painted on one cheek.
The feeling is electric.
It’s perfect.
And Steve has never, ever been more certain that there’s nothing icky or wrong about it.
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stevesbipanic · 2 years
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Steve, at Eddie's funeral: I need a moment with him.
Everyone: Of course. *They leave*
Steve, leaning over Eddie′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.
Eddie: Yeah, no shit.
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mysticmunson · 2 years
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annie
prompt: when you get put in charge of babysitting for the day, it's time to play house.
word count: 1.5k
warnings: mentions of parental passings, baby referred to as big/chubby (affectionally of course, i was/am a chubby ass baby)
strongly recommend listening to annie by john denver as you read :)
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Babies seem to always gravitate towards certain people, whether related or not, and while some force it, others come naturally.
Eddie was a reluctant baby man.
Any of his friends' younger siblings immediately latched onto his leg as he walked by, realizing his jeans were not heavy a mere moment ago, looking down to see a smile full of open gaps. 
As much as he tried to grimace, the attention was quite nice on both ends as the small babes usually sunk into a pit of giggles. This happened to be the case when your older sister came to town, leaving you at home to take care of her 8 month old for the day.
The morning was fairly quiet, Pamela sleeping for most of it, occasionally waking up to play with some toys. She wasn’t the clingiest baby, but found comfort in your arms as you swayed her on your hip.
“Who the hell is that?” Eddie asked, having let himself in the door after seeing your care alone in the driveway. Approaching the tiny human with skepticism, you smiled, turning slightly so he could have a better look at her. She stared up at him from your shoulder, arms flapping with a block securely between her fingers.
“This is Pamela, my niece.” You laughed, sitting on the blue couch, crossing your legs up on the plush seats. He hesitantly sat down, like being too close would somehow cause a shift in the balance of the universe. But her gaze was glued to him. 
He let out a chuckle, eyes still wide, “Didn’t she have this baby like two days ago? She’s big, not in a bad way!”
Her chubby little arms extended, dropping her toy with a thud as she leaned closer to Eddie. 
“Oh Christ.” He mumbled as she crawled into his lap, holding one of his fingers with a ring on it, “What am I supposed to do with it?”
“Hold her, she doesn’t bite hard.” You teased, watching his hands tentatively wrap around her onesie clad body to bring closer to his chest. The nervous bounce of his leg made her giggle, an unmistakable smile coming to Eddie’s lips at the noise. 
The scene was too ironic, the whole town had been scared of Eddie his whole life, when the boy can’t even hold a baby without fear. He was kind, gentle, and sweet, but most people weren’t aware. Even your loved ones were hesitant when you began dating around 2 and a half years ago.
“Okay, she’s pretty cute.” He confessed, her small grasp locking his nose as it scrunched, relaxing further into his seat. She started to climb up his chest, reaching for his hair.
“Pammy, no.” You cooed, lifting her back to your arms, but her face dropped. She whimpered and made grabby hands at the man in front of you, his brown iris’ flickering to yours. 
He tentatively held his palms out, where she instantly went back to, and put her on his Iron Maiden tee, face squished against the skull printed on the black fabric. 
The next few hours were spent playing house, a fair mix of napping, eating, and changing, the latter being the only activity Eddie opted out of. There was no denying how much Pamela was latching onto him, even catching him talking to her when you excused yourself to the bathroom. 
The night was winding down, a soft buzz of the tv mixed with the gentle snores nestled on Eddie’s chest. His hand absentmindedly stroked her soft hair as he yawned, shifting to find more comfort as you sat on your bed. 
“If you ever want kids, Eddie, you’ll be a great father.” You whispered as he remained staring down at the little one, a faint blush on his cheeks.
“Do you want kids?” He asked, peering over at you, but you leaned onto his shoulder. If anyone were to come in, it would look as if you were a family, it felt real for a brief moment for him.
You nodded, “Eventually.”
It was quiet once more, a laugh track playing over an episode of The Brady Bunch. Pamela stirred, making a squeaky noise, limbs flexing against him. She started to twist, leading you to pull her between you two, covering her body with the quilt you were already under.
As you both looked down at her, he noticed the features similar to yours. Not an exact match, but you looked close enough to your sister that he could see it in his head, having a family.
“I would name my kid, Annie.” He muttered, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Your brows furrowed, trying to think of any significance that name had for him, knowing he isn't obsessed with the musical and doesn't know anyone by that name. 
“I don’t have many memories of my mom, a lot of stuff got blocked out, but I remember a few things. She loved John Denver, especially the song Annie, it was his wife's name. But she would sing it to me, spinning me in the kitchen and restarting the record over and over.”
Eddie didn’t talk about his parents a lot, only knowing his dad was arrested when he was 13 and that his mom had passed away when he was 10. When she died, he moved in with Wayne after his dad had a few lashing outs that ended with a bloody nose and a broken arm. He could rant for hours on end about his dad, how shitty he was, how glad he was he was rotting in some jail cell.
But when it came to his mom, he found himself speechless. He remembers her kind eyes, the ones he saw on himself and hated when he got a look at himself angry, thinking of how much she hated seeing him upset. How she would always make cookies, writing notes in his black lunch pail that he now used for more nefarious activities, and her head scarfs that were made of floral fabrics. 
“She used to do this thing where she would grab a wooden spoon and sing it,” He swallowed, staring down at Pamela, but you knew his mind had wandered to his childhood home. “She was such a great singer, I think it’s why I love music so much. But her favorite song was Annie, it even played on the radio in the hospital waiting room when she…”
While his voice trailed off, you saw his eyes gloss over, not reaching a point of tears, but nearing. Your hand grabbed his, lacing it together and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. He looked up at you, smiling before planting a kiss on your lips, careful to not put any pressure beneath him as Pam slept.
He gently hummed the melody of the song forever ingrained in his mind along with the wispy laughs from his mom who patched up his skinned knees and kissed his head goodnight. He was terrified of kids, never wanting to lead another member of the Munson family line down a toxic path.
But when he looked down at someone who even resembles you, he knew he wanted that life mixed with his pandemonium. 
“Come let me love you, let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you. Come let me love you, come love me again.” He sang softly, his voice cracking after being so used to singing metal songs loudly.
“We can name ours, Annie.” You whispered as he smirked, propping his head up with his elbow.
He made a false thinking face, stroking his chin, “I don’t know, I’m keeping my options open to the perfect candidate.” 
Punching his shoulder, he jolted and laughed, quieting when he felt the baby turn. He grinned unabashedly, tucking hair behind your ear. 
“I’m kidding, you’re it for me whether you want me around or not.” He hummed, hearing the sound of the garage opening, sitting up. 
“Glad to hear.” You smirked, lifting Pamela to your chest as she lazily opened her bright eyes. “Say goodbye to Uncle Eddie.” 
Somehow the title made his chest flutter, standing to kiss her head before you walked down to your sister. The quiet sounds of whispering came from below as he sat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with his watch on his left wrist. 
While he tried not to think of his mom often, certain things always reminded him of her and he was glad when they did. As badly as he wanted her back, he knew all he had left was those foggy days behind him, littered with negativity from his father. But those orange hued moments of running in the yard during the summer or the blue cozy memories of hot chocolate on winter nights, that’s what he preferred to think about.
He wanted to be the man she wanted him to be, you wanted him to be, hell, who he wanted to be. While having a baby still terrified him, having a baby with you made him feel secure, and he wouldn’t let that go. 
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authors note: hi im pmsing and got very emotional over the thought of eddie being a dad sooooo.
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Fire Side - Eddie Munson
*NOT MY GIF*
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Summary: After a campfire with friends, you look at your best friend Eddie in a brand new light. Good thing he brought his van.
Warnings: SMUT! MINORS DNI! mature language, alcohol, jealous!eddie, smut, virgin!reader, reader is 18, The Van.
Word count: 4.3K
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"To no more tests, no more shitty cafeteria food and NO MORE SCHOOL!"
As Steve bellowed from on top of a log, you and your friends cheered in excitement, each with a red solo cup in hand. The graduating class of 1985 - well, you and your friends- had gathered by Lover's Lake to set up a bonfire to celebrate the end of senior year. And while he wasn't able to graduate this year, Eddie Munson , as per your incessant pestering, had tagged along with you.
Eddie had been your best friend since your junior, his first senior, year. You'd been nose deep in your schedule when you'd collided with the long haired dungeon master. You'd been knocked right to the floor, the wind smacked right out of you, whilst Eddie stood tall.
"Wow, okay, you're alright, there you go" he'd said, hoisting you up and brushing the dust from your back. "Ouch, Click's history. Rough."
"Had them before?" you asked , taking your books from him as he grabbed them from the floor.
"Let's just say our relationship has not been one of love."
You'd been close with Eddie ever since, but it was your senior year - Eddie's second- that you became best friends. You had nearly every class together, ate lunch together, and hung out almost every day after school at your place or his. You were practically attached at the hip. So when Eddie said he was gonna skip out on the bonfire, you simply wouldn't put up with it. After nagging him for a good twenty minutes straight, he'd said yes to shut you up.
But he was secretly glad he'd come. He loved spending time with you, no matter the setting or reason. He would sit with you and watch paint dry if it meant that you two were hanging out.
The bonfire party consisted of you, Eddie, Steve and Robin, Nancy and a few others. As the night went on and the sky darkened, and the booze ran low, people started to file on to their bikes and head for home until it was just you five left. You five and a bottle of vodka.
"And who hid this from the rest of us?"
"Always gotta bring a spare for the after party, Y/n. Have I taught you nothing?" Steve said, ruffling your hair playfully as he sat down next to you on the logs. He cracked the cap on the bottle. "Ladies first?"
"Straight?" you said, hoping for at least a soda to relieve yourself from the alcohol.
"Why, are you coming on to me?" Steve said with a suggestive wink.
"Shut up, you know what I mean."
"It'll be fine , watch." Steve took a tiny swig from the bottle, grimacing lightly as he swallowed. "See." You could see him fighting back a cough.
"Was that meant to impress me, Harrington?"
"Are you impressed?"
You chuckled at your friends antics, ducking down as Harrington ruffled your hair again, this time harder.
Beside you, Eddie was not laughing. Far from it. A simmering anger was spluttering inside of his chest, much like the sparks from the embers of the fire. The way Steve was talking to you - flirting with you- made his blood boil. He was so flippant about it! In front of your friends too! Eddie clenched his hands by his sides, trying his best to shove this anger- or was it discomfort?- down and just enjoy the night. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, however, when you grabbed the bottle from Steve and took a large sip with a straight face, not breaking eye contact with your friend.
Jesus Christ, Eddie thought.
Why not just make out in front of us all?
The bottle got passed around a few times, and soon a happy buzz had worked its way on to all five of you. The fire was dying down, only a light glow now, casting orange light on to everyone's faces. Robin's head rested gently on Nancy's shoulder, eyes closed and murmuring to keep up with the conversation. Moments later, Nancy took on the same tired exterior, resting her head on top of Robin's.
"You guys had enough?" You asked, putting your hand on Nancy's shoulder. She yawned loudly in response. "I think it's time to get them home, Harrington." you said, tossing Steve his keys.
"Yeah, even when the kids aren't around I'm still playing baby sitter." He leaned forward to whisper in your ear. "Don't tell anyone, but I've been having soda all night."
"Wow, party animal. You gonna be okay to drive?" you joked, smiling at Steve's gracious role of designated driver even on graduation night.
"Oh yeah, yeah, I'm good. I'll leave you a message when we're all home." He wrapped his arms over your shoulder in a friendly hug. "Night, squirt. See ya, Eddie!" he called to your best friend, who simply waved in response.
After helping Steve get the girls into his car, you plopped down next to Eddie on the logs, the glow from the moon making his pale skin look ivory in the dark. He was staring into the embers of the fire, twisting his rings round his fingers.
With a tired, but happy, sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I'm sad you didn't graduate with us, Eds, 's gonna be weird not getting to see you every day." Beneath your head, you could feel Eddie tense up.
"Well, you've got Harrington for that now." He laughed humourlessly as he said it, making you furrow your brows in confusion.
"What's that supposed to mean?" lifting your head abruptly when Eddie stood, shifting his feet with his hands in his jean pockets.
"Just that, clearly, Harrington can make you happy. So you won't need to miss me too much. Steve's gotcha covered from here , it seems." He laughed to himself again. "I mean, god, could it be more obvious that he's hot for you? Guy is shameless."
"What?" you gawked at your best friend, a mix of confused and slightly angry at his sudden outburst. "What are you talking about he's hot for me?" In any other situation, Eddie's phrasing would have made you laugh. Now it just made you mad.
"Oh come on, Y/n, he was practically rubbing it in my- our faces all night. Touching your hair all the time? He's gone textbook, which is the first time I think anyone has ever said that for Steve."
"Hey, leave him alone man." You were fully angry now, pissed off at Eddie's change in demeanour. "There's nothing going on with Steve and I. And even if there was - if he wasn't still obviously in love with Nance- why would it be anything to do with you?"
"Because!"
"Because what?"
"Because you're my best friend, and I should know these things, and not have it shoved in my face. God, he was practically eye fucking you all night!" Eddie ran his hands through his hair to try and calm his nerves, but he was on fire right now. He was shaking he was so distraught at the thought of Harrington getting to you.
Before he could tell you, or show you, how he felt about you.
Your mouth was agape in shock at Eddie's words. Shocked both at his sense of entitlement to know which boys you were or were not getting with, and at his vulgarity. Steve had been his normal friendly self all night. He made sure you were having fun, he took care of Robin and Nancy. He was just normal Steve.
What had made Eddie so...off?
"What the hell is your problem, Eddie?" you took a step closer to your friend. You were about arms length apart now. "You're being an asshole right now."
"You wanna know my problem?"
"Uh, yeah, that's why I asked."
Eddie paused for a second, rocking on the balls of his feet. Then, in one smooth stride, he walked to you, grabbed your face in his hands.
And kissed you.
Eddie was kissing you.
It was intense, and hard. He grasped your face so gently in his hands, the force of his lips seeming that much bigger. When the initial shock wore off, you pulled away breathlessly.
"What are you doing?" you asked, your hands on his forearms. You were so, so confused. So why were you enjoying it? In those ten short seconds, you'd had a better kiss than in your whole high school experience. Eddie pulled back with a deep sigh.
"That's my problem. Harrington getting to touch you, not a big fan." His hands still rested on your face, thumbs stroking the apples of your cheeks. When you didn't pull away, he touched his forehead to yours gently. "I've liked you for so long, Y/n. So long. And you know I'm not a big feelings guy, but, God, seeing Steve with you tonight just made me wanna scream." You laughed slightly at him. "Oh, that's funny to you , is it?"
"You were jealous, of Steve?"
Eddie looked down at his feet, smiling to himself gently. "Of course that's the bit you listen to." You moved your hands to smooth out his wild hair. You felt like the wind had been kicked from your lungs. Eddie liked you, Eddie was jealous of Steve touching you? As much as you were confused, the small flicker of warmth in your stomach was fanned into a flame as Eddie let out a deep chuckle. "Anything else you picked up on there?"
He was looking so deeply, so intently, into your eyes you felt as though he was seeing your very soul. His hands crept their way up to the back of your head, twining his fingers into the hair at the nape of your neck. "Well," you said, taking on a teasing tone despite your heart thrumming in your chest, "I don't get the jealousy thing." Eddie furrowed his brows. Had he not been clear before? "I don't get being jealous. It's not like Steve and I," you leaned in, hovering your lips over the shell of his ear, "touch here." You lightly kissed the skin below his lobe, grinning when Eddie sucked in a sharp breath.
Lowering your head, you dragged your lips down Eddie's neck. "It's not like he touches me," you kissed his adam's apple, dragging your teeth down to where his shoulders met his neck, "here." You ran your hands up Eddie's arms, lingering around his face and tracing his lips with the tip of your finger. "Wouldn't let him touch me there."
Eddie felt like he was going to implode. Your touches were driving him crazy, and if you didn't just kiss him again, he was gonna go out of his mind. You ceased your movements. "You've got no reason to be jealous of anything, Eds."
"Does Harrington know that?"
"Steve's not here, Eddie." You dropped your hands to your sides. "And even if he was, I wouldn't dream of kissing anyone else but you-"
Eddie's lips cut you off in another searing kiss, this time you reciprocated. It was all teeth and lips, hands in hair, and hands roaming anywhere they could reach. Eddie's lips felt like magic against your own, better than any kiss you'd ever had. When Eddie tugged against your hair, lowering his lips down to nip and kiss the skin of your neck, you groaned aloud. Eddie's head whipped to face you.
"Well, what do we have here?" he smirked, nipping the spot again and taking another groan as encouragement. You yanked his jaw, desperate to kiss him again. "C'mre, Munson." Eddie gladly obliged, crashing your lips together.
You felt overwhelmingly hot in your sweater now, tugging frantically at the hem to get it off without breaking the kiss. "Eds," you said, resting your hands on his cheeks. "can we sit down?"
His eyes lit up, excitement and desire evident in his now black eyes, blown wide and darkened with lust. "We could sit in the van?"
Doors thrown open, you clambered into the back of Eddie's van. You threw your sweater over your head, leaving you in a Van Halen tshirt. "You stealing my clothes now, Y/n?" You had borrowed the shirt last time you stayed at Eddie's place. The sight made Eddie just about burst. Seeing you in his clothes, he felt like he was marking you as his. The attention on the shirt - and your chest- made you suddenly self conscious, as you crossed your arms over your chest.
The pause in activity had made you nervous. What did this make you and Eddie? What would happen to your relationship now? You obviously had feelings for Eddie too, revealed by your feverish desire to kiss him, touch him, have him touch you. You head whirled with anxieties, broken when Eddie's hand wove its way into yours.
"Hey," he said softly, "we can stop if you're uncomfortable. We don't have to do anything, okay?" His thumb rubbed gently against your skin, leaving a blazing trail in its wake. Your whole body thrummed with an electric desire for Eddie. When you didn't respond right away, he scooted on the floor of the van next to you. "What's going on up here, hmm?" He tapped his fingers to your temple lightly.
"Can I tell you something?" you said, gaze on the rug Eddie had laid in the back of the van.
Eddie turned his body completely towards you. "Of course."
"I haven't... been with someone before." you grimaced in embarrassment at yourself. "So, if we do this" you finally met his gaze. "it would be my...first."
Eddie was quiet for a few heartbeats, before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss to your lips. It was slow and gentle, and conveyed his love and all his care for you without saying a word. When he pulled back, he smiled at you. You felt like your heart was in your mouth. He looked at you as if you were the moon. "Are you sure?"
You nodded your head. "I'm sure."
Eddie leaned in to kiss you again, and his tongue made its way into your mouth. You moaned lightly at the sensation. He cupped your jaw, shifting your head to deepen the kiss. Wrapping his arms around you, he lightly laid you down on the bed of the van, moving on top of you. Raising your arms above your head, he intertwined your fingers before peppering kisses down your neck, the hollow of your throat before kissing down your clothed torso. "Can I take this off?"
"Do you want me to take mine off first?" he asked , noting your nervous look. When you nodded, grateful for his patience, he reached to his back and swiped his signature Hellfire shirt off in one swift movement. You'd seen Eddie shirtless before. You'd swam together, and you'd showered at each others houses a million times. But in the white light of the moon, accentuating his light abs and tattoos, it was like the first time. Subconsciously, you reached up to trace the tattoo on Eddie's hip, mindlessly moving across his stomach. He tensed under the touch, sucking in a raged breath.
"Jesus, Y/n, you don't know what you're doing to me."
You sat up slightly, lifting your hand from his stomach to pepper small kisses along the tattoos by Eddie's collar bones. "You're so handsome, Eddie." you whispered against his skin. You lifted your head to meet his lips again, graciously welcoming his tongue back into your mouth as he slid your - his- shirt over your head. "Christ," he breathed as your skin glowed in the light of the moon made you look silver, accentuating your boobs against the stark black of your bra. "You're beautiful."
Eddie pressed wet, open mouthed kisses along your chest, lowering down across your stomach until his lips reached the hem of your jeans. You sucked in a ragged breath, the heat of where the moment was leading finally catching up with you. Without realising it, your hands had begun to tremble lightly with excited nerves. One of Eddie's own large, ringed hands came to grasp you own. "How we doing up there?" he asked, eyes meeting your own as his finger toyed with a stray thread near the button of your jeans.
"Good." you said, flushing dark red at the sight before your eyes. Eddie was sprawled on the bed of the van, body between your opened legs, hair messy and curling round his face. Unable to stop yourself, you pushed a stray curl from his eye. He leaned into your touch, kissing your wrist as he caught it. "Do you want to keep going?"
You'd be insane to stop now. The heat in your stomach was a full on wild fire by now, centred between your legs where Eddie's head was. "Yes," you said breathlessly, "yes, please."
"Okay," Eddie began to unbutton your jeans at a purposefully, painfully slow pace. The coolness of his rings against your bare thighs made you gasp, resulting in a smirk from the metal head between your legs. With your jeans off, Eddie took his own off too. If you'd been staring before, now you were gawking at him. Through his boxers, Eddie was hard enough that you could see the outline of his cock clear as day, despite the limited light. He was big, bigger than you thought you could manage. If you went all the way tonight, it would be painful. Somehow, the thought turned you on even more.
Out of his jeans, Eddie crawled up your chest to reattach his lips to yours in a heated kiss. Feeling a surge of confidence, you ran your tongue along his bottom lip, moaning as he allowed you entrance and his tongue met yours. Subconsciously, you started to grind your hips against Eddie's , shocked at the volume of the gasp that was swallowed by his mouth. Matching your eagerness, Eddie ground his hips down to meet yours. "Fuck," he groaned right in your ear, turning you on even more than before. Something about bringing Eddie pleasure made your own start to pool between your legs.
"Eddie," you sighed, hands woven in his hair as you rutted against him, desperate for any friction you could find.
"Tell me what you want, sweetheart." he sucked on the skin of your neck, surely leaving marks that you would have to cover later. He nipped a particularly sweet spot that made you whine. "Tell me, and I'll give to you." Eddie would give you the moon if you asked. “You,” you breathed in a sigh as his tongue swiped over the bruising skin, “just want you, Eddie.”
Inside his chest, Eddie felt his heart surge. For months, he had been letting guilt eat him up inside. He never meant to fall for you, and he felt terrible for it. But the pain of losing you as a friend would be a thousand times worse than being rejected by you, so he bottled it up. So in the dark of the night, laid down in his van with yourself on display to him, professing your desire for him, Eddie felt confident.
”Well, I'm not going anywhere babe."
Babe
Eddie's delicate fingers wound themselves over the hem of your panties, shimmying them down your legs with heavy eyelids. "Gonna make you feel good , okay?" He threw your underwear over his shoulder blindly. His hands settled fondly on your hips, thumbs rubbing small circles . You felt like you weren't a person anymore, but merely a heap of ash from the sweltering heat you felt in your stomach. Every touch of Eddie's cool skin on the sizzling heat of your own felt like a fire hose on a burning house.
Then you exploded.
Eddie nestled his face between your thighs, wrapping your legs around his head and keeping them there with his arms. He flattened his tongue against you, and you felt like the floor was going to swallow you up. You were instantly melting underneath him, uttering breathless praise as he wrapped his lips around your clit and hummed. You hands clutched and palmed at his hair, desperate for him to be all the more close to you.
"Oh, shit."
"How's it feel, s'good? Tell me how good it feels, Y/n." When you didn't reply right away, he nipped at your inner thigh, leaving a bruise.
"So good, Eds, so so good." So good you could hardly form words, as your mouth seemed able to only form a silent oh as you back arched and your hands flailed around Eddie's hair, messing it up. "So- fuck- good."
Between your legs, Eddie groaned at the praise. The vibrations against you had your eyes rolling back into your skull. Eddie's hand travelled up your stomach before resting against your boobs, kneading and palming them. The coil in the pit of your stomach was close to snapping.
"E-Eddie, I'm gonna-" you cut yourself off as a loud, borderline pornographic moan escaped your mouth as Eddie began to rapidly shake his head bath and forth, tongue a vice on your clit. Your back arched from the floor of the van, almost sitting up, as you came. Eddie's face remained between your legs, licking up the remains of your climax as your chest heaved.
He kissed his way up your stomach to your face, and you crashed your lips to his. You tasted yourself on his mouth, groaning in reaction. "That was so hot," Eddie breathed against you, "almost got off on it."
"Almost?" you pouted your lips lightly at him, the thought of Eddie getting off to you made you ravenous. You reached for the hem of his boxers, completely ready to try your best to return the favour, when Eddie stopped you.
"As amazing as that would be," he said, laughing to himself, - the girl i'm crazy for wants to blow me and I'm saying no?-, "I just wanna make tonight easier for you. It's about you."
"Okay."
Eddie's hands cradled your face as he hovered over you, his hair fanning against your face and creating a cage around you. His eyes were black with lust. He guided your hand to the hem of his underwear. "We can stop now. Just say the word." You shook your head, maybe too quick, as Eddie chuckled.
"I want you, Eddie. All of you. Here." You stroked your knuckles against his cheek. "Now."
"Yes, ma'am."
Eddie moved with a speed that would be comical ,had you not been aching for him in that moment, as he took off his boxers. Reaching into his jean pocket, he pulled out a condom. Tearing it open with his teeth - an action you wished to see many more times- he rolled it down his shaft. "Okay, are you ready? It may hurt, but we'll take it slow and you can take as long as you need, alright?"
"I'm ready."
He took one hand in yours, holding them entwined firmly above your head as he inserted the tip. You gasped, the intrusion bringing a somewhat painful sting. Eddie kissed your neck as he slid in, stopping every inch or so to make sure you were okay. "You're so gorgeous," he sighed into your neck, moaning when he bottomed out and the two of you were entirely connected. "Are you okay?"
There was not a single word in the English language to describe the feeling you felt in that moment. So entirely full of Eddie, consumed by your need for him. When Eddie shifted slightly to get a look at your face, nudging a particularly sweet spot inside you, you whined aloud.
"Oh my God, Eddie please."
"What?"
"Move, please."
That was all Eddie needed. Seeing you fall apart beneath him as he ate you out had driven him nearly mad. And Eddie Munson was content with being insane if it meant he was making you feel the way you sounded when he set a slow, but deep, pace inside you on the floor of his van at Lover's Lake. The sound of skin slapping against skin, moans of ecstasy and high pitched whines echoed throughout the van. "Holy fuck, Y/n," Eddie moaned in your ear, the sound making you clench around him, "you feel so amazing." He kissed all along your collar bones, nipping and sucking as he went.
"So fucking good- shit, baby, I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." He sighed as you pulled at the hair on the nape of his neck.
"Faster, Eddie, please," you cried. "Please, please."
Eddie wanted to make a mixtape of your moans and little sounds. "You don't need to beg, sweetheart." His hand came between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit. "I've gotcha."
As soon as Eddie made contact with your sensitive bundle of nerves, it was over. A scream of a moan ripped through your throat, eyes clenched tightly shut as you came hard around his cock. "Oh fuck, Eddie, yes-yes-yes!"
"Shit, sweetheart, clenching me so-oh-tight, fuck!"
Eddie's hips stuttered as he came into the condom, arms buckling and chest meeting yours. You wrapped your arms around his back, holding him to you. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, panting and trying to collect yourselves. You felt completely content, blissed out. Eddie swiped your hair from your face as he pulled out. You whimpered at the loss of contact.
Reaching for the blanket at the foot of the van, Eddie wrapped it round the two of you and pulled you to his side. He paused for a second, thinking about his words very carefully. "That was-"
"Amazing." You said, snuggling into his chest and leaving small kisses over the tattoos there.
His heart swelled. "Yeah, pretty fucking great."
He wrapped his arms around you tightly, a hand cradling your head. Without saying the words, the I don't want to forget about this, I don't feel this way about anything or anyone else, the two of you had grown closer than ever before.
Eddie chuckled to himself as your eyes drifted closed, head nestled between his neck and shoulder. "Pretty fucking great."
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you cannot convince me that mr edward munson himself wouldn’t get tangled in christmas lights. i can imagine steve walking into their shared lounge and jus try being absolutely baffled.
Steve: Hey Ed, come and help me with the-
Eddie, trapped in lights: …
Steve: i don’t even wanna know
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Kisses and Tattoos
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Series: Kisses and Tattoos - Pt. 1
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (Y/N)
Ratings: angst, fluff, smut 18+ (minors avert your eyes or have them gouged out by demodogs), sadness because reader and Eddie are totally soulmates.
Warnings: 18+ smut, unprotected sex, biting, angst and sadness about not being able to be with Eddie.
Summary: Rockstar!Eddie can keep his eyes off you during a show and suddenly you are wanted backstage. Your giant crush on Eddie only seems to amplify when in his presence.
A/N: I haven't posted in a while so I tried to make this one lengthier but I hope y'all heathens like it. Also idk why I am so obessed with Rockstar!Eddie but I am so here ya go. I only proofread once so mistakes shall be afoot. You can still read it tho, I promise x
Word Count: 8k
***Go check out my other Eddie fics! Eddie Munson Masterlist***
In this economy babies are not it. Wrap it or don't be tapping it!
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You couldn't help but feel as if Eddie was staring at you a lot. As you jumped around and danced with you friends in the pit during Corroded Coffin on tour, you kept making eye contact with Eddie Munson. The lead singer and guitarist of your favorite band... and you biggest celebrity crush.
As the concert comes to and end you feel a bit flustered by the whole experience but mainly your arms are beyond sore. You look down at your sign that you had been holding for the duration of the concert. "One Kiss = One FREE Tattoo!" is beautifully written across the poster, suddenly it clicks in your brain. Eddie Munson was not staring at you he was staring at your sign. You take in a deep breath before sighing rather heavily.
Your friends yell and clammer towards the exit. "Y/n! Can you believe that-" your one friend wraps his arm around your shoulder, shaking you about a bit. It's clear he's very excited about the show and you are too, obviously, but you can't seem to get Eddie's eyes out of your head. Being that close to the stage was such a dream but now you are worried that those deep brown eyes will never leave your mind. So many times it felt like you were looking directly into them. You look down to your sign and glare. Damn this sign, you think, giving you false hope.
As you guys are making your way towards the exit you feel someone grab your arm. You quickly pull away from your friend and the arm grabbing at you.
"Hey! Get your hands off of me-" you shout causing all your friends to turn their attention towards you. Your voice sort of drops off when your eyes fall upon who is holding your arm. A surprised looking security guard holds you in place.
"S-Sorry ma'am. I just-"
"I didn't do anything I swear." You fumble over your words as your rush to get them out. All of your friends quickly rally around you and start shouting at the guard to get his hands off of you when suddenly a much bigger and meaner looking guard steps forward.
"Miss." One word and he silences all of your friends. "You're wanted backstage." His words cause your whole group to fall into a state of confusion.
"I'm... what?"
"Please, come with us." He says in his rough and deep voice.
"I think you have the wrong person." You say as you gently shake off the hand of the guard who grabbed you. "I am-"
"We don't have the wrong person. Come with us." He says, this time you can tell he is becoming a bit irritated by your resistance. You look back at your friend who all have wide and shocked eyes. You mouth hangs open slightly. You're truly at a loss for words.
"I... okay," You turn back to the guard and cross your arms over your chest. Your sign hitting one of your friends as you do so. "I, uh, I'll only go if my friends can come with me." You stand firm as all your friends gasp from behind you.
The guard squints down at you obviously ready to argue with you when the meeker one who grabbed you speaks up. "He said do whatever, remember." His voice is tiny and shy as he speaks to the other guard. You tilt your head, confused by everything that is happening.
The bigger guard grunts as he pulls out his walkie. "Tell him that she won't come alone. She wants her friends to come as well." Another voice over the walkie quickly replies with copy that and the guard stares down at you with nothing but suspicion in his eyes.
"He said that's perfectly fine. Bring them back." At this response the guard nods his head as your friends break out into happy little laughs and shouts.
All of your friends clamor around right behind you as you follow the two security guards through the remaining crowd. Only when they open a door that says team members only does it really hit you that you are actually going backstage at a Corroded Coffin concert. Your heart starts to pounded ridiculously fast at the thought of meeting any of the band let alone Eddie. This is when your mind starts to wonder about who could have possibly asked for you to come backstage... and why?
After walking down a few hallways you and your friends end up backstage in a private room. It is quite big as you look around. Tons of beautiful people walking around with drinks and security posted in every corner and at every door. You shift your view once more and your eyes nearly pop out of your head when they land on Eddie Munson.
Before you can even really react your friends all let out little gasps and screams catching Eddie's attention. He turns around and instantly his eyes land on you. He smiles for a moment but then your friends rush towards him. All asking him different things you can feel a flush of embarrassment fill your cheeks, but it's not like you could really judge them, you sort of wanted to do the exact same thing. The only thing holding you back is the anxiety filling your chest.
You watch as he gets distracted by all your friends and you look towards the ground. Was he the one who wanted you back here? Did he want to shame you for staring at him so much? He must be used to it though, being famous and gorgeous, right?
Eddie's eyes find you once again causing his lips to pull up into a soft smile. He scans you through your excited friends. He takes you in slowly as you stare at the ground. God, she's beautiful is all he can think. "So, does that sign usually work?"
Eddie's voice catches your attention, you snap your head up to meet his gaze. Your face feels unbelievably warm. "Oh." You look down to the sign and suddenly all the dots begin to connect. He wasn't staring at you during the concert, he's not mad you were staring, he was interested in your sign. Your stupid, stupid sign.
Your friends all exchange a few looks before making a bit of a path for Eddie. He smiles as he walks closer to you. He shoves his hands into his pockets in order to hide his nerves as you find yourself starting to stand a bit taller, straightening out your back. Once Eddie is right in front of you he smiles sweetly causing your heart to nearly leap out of your chest.
"I, uh, I take it to every concert. It doesn't always work but when it does..." You look down and shake you head letting a small laugh slip from your lips. When you look back up and meet Eddie's eyes he feels his heart jump in his chest. You smile, "When it does people let me practice on them for free." You can't help but laugh again, "I never really expected anyone on stage to see it though."
Eddie laughs and shakes his head a bit, "Does it still apply to me even though you didn't expect me to notice it?" His smile melts your heart. He tilts his head a bit as you stand there a bit speechless.
"Oh! Uh, absolutely. Corroded Coffin is my favorite band of all time. I-" you trail off when you realize your are beginning to babble on. You blush a bit causing Eddie's own deep red tinted cheeks to go unnoticed by you, but not by all of your friends.
Your friends all begin to exchange knowing looks as you and Eddie stand there like blushing idiots. Eddie stares down at you with adoration but you can't seem to focus on him because of your friends all whispering to you from behind him. Waving their hands, trying to get your attention. You peak around Eddie to them and give a confused look. They all point at Eddie and then some of them start making hearts with their hands while others start making more sexual motions. You shake your head in confusion when Eddie suddenly follows your gaze and they all halt their actions.
Your friends all start to look around and you shake your head a bit before making eye contact with Eddie again. Eddie chuckles softly. As you scan his face while he laughs you feel a deep blush creeping onto your face again. Eddie smiles and looks down to you once again. Eddie feels his heart pounding against his chest.
Eddie takes in a shaky breath, "Do you have all the tattoo stuff with you?" His questions catches you a bit off guard. You had almost forgot about the sign until then. You nod in response. He grins and you can't help but blush even more, your giant crush on him becoming harder and harder to hide the longer your in his presence.
Eddie grins, "Cool, do you wanna go do this on the bus? It can get pretty crazy backstage because of all the people and party stuff... ya know."
"Oh. I uh, I gotta ask my friends." You blurt before even really thinking, the nerves becoming uncontrollable. All you can think about it getting away from him for a moment to clear your head.
Eddie smiles and nods, "Of course, I'm gonna go make my rounds. I'll uh, check back in with you." He smiles before leaving without another word. Eddie glances back at you as your friends all rush to gather around you. He takes in a deep breath. God, I gotta walk off these nerves, he thinks.
Your friends all begin to try and talk to you at one time. "Guys! Guys. please one at a time." You whisper shout causing them to gather themselves.
"He likes you!"
"He wants you!"
"He-"
"Guys! Please. Please. Keep it down." You glance around as you quiet your friends.
"Okay, okay." Your one friend speaks up as the rest fall quiet. "He is totally into you."
"What?" You stare at them all in a bit of shock. "No he isn't"
"Yes. He is!"
"No. Really, he just noticed me because of the sign." You shake the sign a bit as if it is obvious. "He has tons of tattoos. He just wants another one, that's all." You sigh, saying it out loud sort of let's your heart drop. You know it's true but you still can't help but feel a bit disappointed.
"Sure! But for a kiss though, y/n." They exclaim.
"He could kiss anyone he wants at any time. It's just that this kiss will get him a free tattoo. That's all." You sigh once again until you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. You quickly jump and turn to face the tapper. Eddie stands there with a soft smile.
"You ready?" He asks with sweetly.
"Yes! She is. She's ready." Your friends all answer and push you forward a bit causing your cheeks to turn red. Eddie chuckles and begins to lead you away and you try to settle your nerves again.
As the two of you reach a door to the back of the stage Eddie pushes it open. A burst of loud screaming fans hits you in the face. Eddie steps out with you close behind him. All the fans start to rush towards him despite security's efforts. Eddie grabs your hand and pulls you close to his side. He smiles and thanks his fans as the two of you walk towards the bus. They begin to grab at him, some grabbing at you in the process.
You guys make it through the main crowd and can see the bus entrance. Several fans start to yell about you. They start calling you ugly and gross. Some of them beg for Eddie to take them instead of you. You watch as Eddie glares a bit before opening the bus door, lending you his hand for you to start of the stairs. Eddie follows you in trying to shake his annoyance at all the horrible things his fans were just saying about you. He shuts the door behind him.
Inside you look around the main segment of the bus. The little kitchen, the small table and velvet couch benches where the band must spend their time eating and writing with each other. You turn to face Eddie and he smiles.
"Your fans are quite dedicated." You giggle a bit knowing you are one of the dedicated fans, but you'd never shout like they did. At least not if you knew he could hear you.
"Yes, yes they are. I uh, I'm sorry about that." He scratches his neck and looks down a bit. His chest heavy with the guilt of you having to endure that.
"No need to apologize, Eddie." You hum softly. His name from your lips catches his attention. He can feel his heart beat faster as he takes you in. His name has never sounded so amazing.
Eddie fiddles with the rings on his fingers before turning to the little bar the band next to the table. "You want a drink?" He turns away from you and tries to calm all the thoughts in his head.
"Sure. That sounds nice." You hum and he quickly grabs a random bottle, pouring you and him shots. He sets one of them in front of you. He moves to sit down before looking up at you.
"Take a seat." He smiles as he leans back against the velvet tour bus bench seat. You smile in return and set your bag and sign down in one seat and then sit in the next one across form Eddie. You leave the shot sitting in front of you as you watch Eddie shoot his back. He shakes his head causing his hair to bounce around his face, his chains rattling just a bit as well. Your mind starts to wander.
Thoughts of Eddie hovering above you, hair and chains swaying above your as he thrusts his hips into yours. You think about how you would tug at his beautiful brown curls as his chain sways. As you continue to drift in these impossible thoughts Eddie's voice cuts in causing you to jump a bit.
"Oh. Sorry." Eddie chuckles and tilts his head down to meet your shocked gaze. "Didn't mean to scare you, sweetheart."
"No. I- sorry... I got lost in my own mind." You blush deeply as flashes of your day dream plague your memory.
"It's okay. I just... uh, I realized I never got your name."
"Oh right! I'm y/n." You smile politely.
Eddie's cheeks immediately begin to heat up as he nods. You watch as pink spreads across his face and ears. You join him in the blush when he stares into your eyes with his soft brown ones.
"That is... you have a gorgeous name." Eddie hums before clearing his throat and trying to calm his blush.
You can't help but giggle at his compliment. Your stomach doing flips. You watch as he fiddles with his rings. "You seem nervous, Eddie." You say softly but nonetheless his head snaps up and he is staring at you so intensely, you fear you may pass out.
"I... I am. It's not everyday I take beautiful women back to the bus." Eddie laughs and his hand in back on his neck, scratching nervously as he waits for you to respond.
You feel your stomach tighten as your stare into Eddie's eyes. His long lashes flickering with nerves.
"You could've had a pick of a ton of beautiful women tonight, I'm sure you have that choice every night." You smile softly, secretly hoping he'll tell you something sweet, something about only wanting you, no matter how crazy that seems, you wanted that so bad. You suck your bottom lip in between your teeth and nervously nibble.
"I never bring girls back to the bus." Eddie's voice is stable as he says this. Not looking away from you he smiles. He tilts his head as you blush, his eyes flicking down to your lips when you look down to the table full of nerves.
"Mmm." You hum before looking back up from the table at Eddie. "So just backstage sex then." You watch as his ears turn a bright shade of red.
"That... that only happened one time. And I swear, I've never been more embarrassed in my life." He chuckles and you join in, both of you laughing freely. As you both continue to laugh suddenly, as if you had worked up the courage, you blurt out your thoughts.
"Do you want to kiss me?" You freeze as soon as the words fall from your lips. Eddie meets your gaze once more and stares at you silently, an unreadable look in his eyes. "I... oh god. I mean. You really don't have to. I can just give you the tattoo is what I was meaning to ask. Say! Like more of a do you even want to kiss me? Because! Uh, obviously your don't have to. I can just work off of whatever art you want or idea and start on the tattoo. I'm sure you have things you want to do, places to be. Just like me, duh. So yea." Once you finish with your babbling session you can't help but notice a sad tint in Eddie's eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I said something wrong."
"You did nothing wrong." He laughs shortly. He shrugs it off as he pours himself another shot before leaning back against the soft bench. He gets ready to toss the shot back but you quickly try to work yourself up again. Try to find the courage to say what you really wanted to say. He lifts his glass and sighs, bringing the glass closer to his lips and you close your eyes tightly. just say it!
"I want to kiss you!" You nearly shout in his face. Eddie coughs, spilling a bit of the shot onto his pants. "Oh god. I'm so sorry. I don't know why I just blurted that out." You shake your head. "I'm sorry." Eddie stares at you with wide chocolate eyes. "I didn't mean it! Pretend I didn't say that." You start to ramble once again, shaking your head.
"The sign didn't catch my attention!" Eddie copies your shouting from earlier. You look at him in confusion as a nervous smile finds his lips.
"I- What?"
"The sign didn't catch my attention." Eddie sits up a bit straighter and clears his throat. "You did." His voice is stable again. Not a sign of nerves. Now it is your turn to stare at Eddie in shock. "The sign was a good excuse, sure. But first thing I saw was you and God... I couldn't stop staring after that. All I could think during the show was I gotta find her after. One kiss from her would totally be worth getting another tattoo. I just kept trying to think of tattoo ideas after seeing your sign so that I could get a kiss from you. I... I just. I couldn't stop thinking about you after I caught a glimpse of you." Eddie stares at you and instantly when silence falls you burst out into laughter causing Eddie to feel a bit more on edge. All he could think was of course... why would she want to kiss a guy like me.
Mid nervous laughter attack a snort pops out causing you to blush. you slap your hands over your mouth and gasp. A few more laughs slip out but you snort again. You take a deep breath and shake your head.
"I'm so sorry. Oh god, this is so embarrassing." You take a deep breath and look to Eddie to find him staring at you with a grin already on his face. "I'm sorry it's just hard to believe that a guy like you would think of me like that." When you finish your sentence you watch the grin slip off his lips as they curl into a frown.
"A guy like me?" He asks softly as he tries to maintain eye contact.
"Yeah, the unbelievably gorgeous type don't normally fancy kissing me." You sigh and tuck a piece of hair behind your ear as Eddie’s smile returns.
"I do. I fancy kissing you." He smirks and you can't help but feel shivers all over your body. This has been the most blatant and straight forward he has been so far. His eyes are glued to yours.
You watch as Eddie stands up from the bench and offers you his hand. You glance at his ring clad fingers before you take it. Once your are standing Eddie wraps his hands around your hips. He pulls you closer, both of you quietly and nervously enjoying this moment. He softly caresses your face.
"You sure you want to-"
"Yes." You nod as Eddie cups your cheek. He tilts his head a bit and you feel your knee begin to give. You quickly remind them that if they give out too soon there will be no kiss which gets your body back in order.
Eddie smiles and quickly presses his lips to yours. He whines a bit and you quickly find your hands pulling at his shirt, wanting him to be as close as humanly possible. You both smile into the kiss and he can't help but run his tongue along your bottom lip. You open your mouth a bit as you sigh into him. Eddie slides his tongue into your mouth causing you to grip his shirt tighter pushing yourself up against him.
His hand gets lost in your hair while his other hand pulls your hips flush against him, his fingers squeezing your hips harshly, his finger threatening to dip into the side of your jeans. Suddenly, Eddie pulls back from the kiss and gently pushes your body away from his. You release his shirt reluctantly as he guides your body away.
You gasp at the sensation of missing his lips on yours. Your eyes are fuzzy as you look up to him. "I'm sorry." He whispers softly as he stares at you and what he has done to you in so little time. Your hair is ruffled and lips red, swollen from his attack.
"It's," you take a deep breath, "It's okay." You run your tongue along your bottom lip gently as Eddie runs his hands through his curls. You have never been kissed like that before. It was so needy and perfect. You watch as Eddie takes one more step back from you and smiles.
"So... that tattoo." His voice is shaky as he closes his eyes briefly. You frown at his tattoo remark, but that's what you were here for right?
"Right... the tattoo." You turn away from him and let the disappointment spread throughout your body. You reach for your bag when suddenly you feel Eddie's hand intertwine with yours. He pulls you back toward him causing a quick gasp to escape your lungs but suddenly his lips are on yours again
You softly moan into his lips and he hums happily as he shoves his tongue into your mouth once again. You are quick to wrap your hands up in his brown hair as you pull him closer to you. He whines weakly when you give his curls a tug. You feel him dip a bit as his knees nearly give out. You feel electric shivers run through your body when you realize the power you have over him. He whines as he straightens his legs again, stabilizing himself. Once he is stable he pulls away again and now it was your turn to whine.
Eddie rests his forehead against yours, looking down into your eyes as you stare up at him. Your eyes pleading with him to kiss you again. He huffs a bit keeping his hands wrapped around you. Careful to not back away again.
"M'm sorry." Eddie sighs as he struggles to clear his mind and catch his breath again.
You giggle slightly out of breath as well. "What are you sorry for?"
Eddie smiles down at you, careful to not break eye contact. "I didn't ask to kiss ya twice."
You shake your head as you shift your body in hopes of getting even closer to him. "I liked it all the same." You take this chance to tug at his hair once more, your fingers still wrapped in his hair right around the nape of his neck. Eddie whines, his hips bucking into you a bit. His eyes close as he tries to calm himself down. When he opens his eyes again they immediately find yours.
"I, uh," Eddie takes a shaky breath, "I really can't kiss you again." He pushes a warm burst of air from his mouth, you can smell the scent of alcohol from earlier. You watch as his cheeks turn read once again. "I... I am getting too... too worked up." A small silence falls between you two causing Eddie to try and search your eyes for an sign of disgust or fear. The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable.
You take a moment process what Eddie just said before a smile finds your lips. You look up into his eyes, your foreheads still resting on one another. Eddie pouts a bit when he sees your smile. His eyes seem so helpless and needy as he stares down at you.
"I've been worked up since i saw you backstage." You smile as Eddie's eyes rapidly scan your face for any sort of deception. When he seems content in finding none he sighs as he strokes your cheek lightly.
"I don't do this all the time, y/n. I swear." he says candidly. You smile as a small giggle escape you.
"I believe you. Or else I think you would've already asked to fuck me." Your blunt attitude catches him off guard. He shakes his head with such a serious look in his eyes.
"I wouldn't do that."
"So you don't want to fuck me?" You watch as his eyes widen and he begins to shake his head once again. His bangs rustling against your forehead.
"No! No. I really want to. Like really really want to. I just don't want you to think I'm doing this at every stop on the tour." He says softly causing you to grin.
"I believe you, Eddie." And for some reason, you really did believe him.
As soon as you finish speaking his lips are back on yours. You sigh into him as his finger dig into your hips. His tongue slips into your mouth with a deep hum. Your tongues dance around one another as your legs feel as if they may give out. Eddie pulls your body flush against yours.
The heat between the two of you builds and builds. Eddie whines as his ring clad fingers tease the top of your jeans. You nod your head slightly causing Eddie to pull back from the kiss but staying as close as possible.
"Can I-"
"Yes. Do literally anything to me." You whine looking up at Eddie with pleading eyes. He smiles before dropping to his knees. You sigh as you look down at Eddie as he quickly begins to unbutton your jeans. He quickly starts to pull them down as he pushes you back onto the velvet bench he was sitting on early, careful to avoid the tabled area. You work together to flick your jeans off. Once off Eddie tosses them into the kitchen area causing them to land on the counter. He smiles up at you as you grip the each of the seat in anticipation. "Eddie." You whine begging him to do something other then stare up at you from the floor of the bus.
"Patience." He smirks as he gently grabs your leg. He begins to lay soft kisses up your legs, making it to your thighs his kisses becomes a bit heavier, harsher. As he sucks at the delicate skin. Leaving dark crescent moons over your thighs. You squirm a bit as he gets closer and closer to your core. Your breath catching in your throat as he bites down on the inside of your thigh, a stunted moan leaving your lips.
"Eddie!" You whine as he laps his tongue of his new marking, he knew it would be there for at least a day or two which made his insides twist with desire.
"Mmm. Sorry. Couldn't resist, now your mind for at least the new two days." He grins up at you as he hooks his fingers over your panties. "Up." He says as he motions with his head tossing his hair back a bit. You lift your hips letting him slide your panties down your legs. As you look down at Eddie his eyes darken immensely. "God, you're beautiful."
Before you can even think to formulate a response to him, Eddie dives into you causing you to whimper softly, gripping the seat's edge so tightly. As Eddie laps his tongue up your slit. He moans into you as he slide his hands around the back of your body. He grips your ass, pulling you closer, trying to diver deeper into you. His tongue quickly over your clit causing your hips to buck.
Eddie chuckles before plunging his tongue back into you. Tongue pushing in and out of your folds until he pulls away only to start sucking on your clit. You cry out as you grab onto his hair. "Eds!"
Then nickname causes Eddie's heart to flutter. He moans into you sucks harshly at your clit until your back arches as you pulls on Eddie's hair. You cry as you ride out your high on Eddie's face, feeling his grin against you.
Eddie pulls his hands from your ass and begins to pull back. Carefully, he undoes your grip on his hair as you deflate on the soft bench. You watch as Eddie stands up and licks his lips. He places his arms on either side of your hips and leans down for a kiss. You let him peck you once but then you speak up, finally able to now that your high has settled in your stomach.
"You."
Eddie tilts his head and smirks. "Me?"
"Take off your clothes. It's only fair." You huff playfully which causes Eddie to chuckles.
"Fine. But your top and bra have to come off too." He smirks.
"I'm not wearing a bra." You tease causing Eddie to whine to himself as he undoes his belt and chains hanging round his waist and belt loops.
"God. You're amazing. You drive me crazy." He smiles sliding out of his jeans allowing you to see just how crazy you are driving him. You smirk when you see the bulge in your pants, your mouth watering in anticipation.
You quickly take your shirt off as Eddie is in the process of taking his off and by the time he turns his eyes back to you, there you are, completely naked on his tour bus, sitting where he eat breakfast with the band.
You look up at Eddie with wide eyes as you study his tattoos. You reach your hand out, shaking slightly. He smiles softly stepping back towards you in nothing but his boxers and rings. You start to trace his tattoos, enchanted by them really as Eddie stares at you with pure adoration. She is so... beautiful is the only thought running through his head.
As you continue to trace his tattoos Eddie's finger slowly find their way back to your cunt. he runs his fingers through your slit causing you to grab at both of his shoulders in euphoric shock. He lubes his fingers with your slick as his eyes finds yours. You both stare at each other as he slowly pushes his fingers into your.
Your mouth falls agape as you lean your head back against the back of the bench. "Eds." Your voice is breathy as he begins to pump his digits in and out of your slowly. His thumb finds your clit and he begins to rub slow circles over your sensitive bundle.
"That's it sweetheart." He hums as his pace begins to build. You lift your head to look at him once again only to find him watching his fingers pump in and out of you.
"Eddie." You whine as he presses down on your clit. He looks to you with a soft smile.
"Hm?" He smirks and you rolls your eyes which only causes Eddie to pump his fingers in and out of your opening faster and faster until you are practically clawing down the front of his chest, his rings hitting your opening with every pump. It's blinding as you hit your second high. The tight twists in your core spring loose causing your body to rock against Eddie's finger. "So Pretty." He hums causing you to cry out a bit.
You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. He hums as your body shakes against his. He continues to pump you through your high and little aftershocks.
Your arms stay tight around his neck as he pulls his fingers from you bringing them to his lips. You watch closely as Eddie slips his fingers into his mouth. his eyes close in bliss as he suck you off his fingers and rings. He moans softly as he pulls them out and opens his eyes.
His gaze meets your dizzy cum drunk eyes and he grins. "Hey gorgeous. How you feeling, baby?" He smiles and pushes your hair from your checks where sweat clings to small chunks and stray baby hairs.
"Mm amazing." You stare up at Eddie unable to shake this fluttering in your stomach. He is so perfect. Eddie leans down into and starts to leave small kisses up and down your neck as he shamelessly grips your soft boobs. You sigh as he suck at the delicate skin of your neck. Humming as he does so. "Marking me even more?" You tease but all Eddie does is moans against your neck. You feel his bulge rubbing against your leg and the next thing you know, you are doing what you do best, blurting something out. "I wanna suck you off."
Eddie pauses, he kisses your neck once more before pulling back to meet your gaze again. "You really don't have to do that. I-"
"Eddie please. I won't get another chance." You sigh sadly knowing you're right. You will probably never see Eddie after tonight and if you get to be with him, you want to be with him in any way possible.
"Don't say that. Please." His eyes sink and you quickly grab his face. Your force him to look at you, his eyes pleading.
"I'm sorry. I just. I don't want to miss anything... just in case."
"Yea. Yea. You're right." He smiles and quickly presses his lips to your, pulling you up from the seat. You can feel your legs shaking a bit as Eddie presses your body flush against his. Every inch of your skin is set ablaze. As soon as Eddie pulls away from the kiss slightly you drop to your knees. "Shit." Eddie whispers as he looks down at you looking up at him.
"Can I-"
"Do anything to me." He smirks, turning your words on you. You giggle as you slowly help Eddie step out of his boxers. Once his naked length is in front of you, you can feel the pulsation between your thighs start up again.
Eddie watches you spit on your hand from above and he can feel his cock twitch even though you've done nothing to him yet. You grab his cock gently running your spit over his sensitive dick. He whines gripping the table top behind him.
"F-fuck." He tosses his head back only to snap it forward again, not wanting to miss anything part of what is about to happen. You slowly pump your hand up and down his cock as Eddie grips the table tightly. You get a bit of resistance but Eddie barely notices as he stares down at you until you are suddenly running your fingers through your fold, collecting your own slick. You quickly pull your fingers back and rubs them over the head of Eddie's cock causing him to cry out loudly. "Ah! Ahhhhaha- holy shit." You smile as you pump your hand along his shaft.
Eddie watches as you place a small kiss on his tip. He wants to cry out, scream your name, tell you that you are the sexy being alive but he was speechless. Unable to form words and it only got worse once your lips were on him. He choked a bit when you suddenly took him as deep as you could, gagging on him. He whimpered as he felt his core tighten and twist while he watched you bob up and down on his cock.
"Gaa-God." He whispered as you picked up speed. He could feel his high approaching and suddenly fear settled in. This is not how he wanted the night to end. His cum shooting down your throat. He wanted to be inside of you. "Oh! Ah. Wah-w-wait. W-wait." You release him from your mouth with a pop and quickly look up to him with wide eyes.
"You okay?" You ask, drool and precum dripping down your chin. He groaned and nodded as he looks as you.
"Fuck. Yes. I'm better than okay, promise." He extends his hand to you helping you off the floor. He turns you guys around and he plops onto the bench where you were sitting just before. "I just...." he pulls you closer until you end up straddling his lap. "I just want to end the night inside you... if you'll let me. I-"
"Yes!" You cry out before he finishes his sentence. He chuckles breathlessly. He wipes your face with his rough fingers.
"Com'ere." He slides his hands down your sides until he hits your hips. He helps lift your hips a bit. He lines himself up with your entrance as you quickly grab his shoulders, knowing you'll need support. "Ready?"
You nod and Eddie begins to lower you down onto his cock. You both groan. You fight to keep your eyes on Eddie and he is seemingly doing the same. You gasp a bit once he has bottomed you out.
"Eds." You whine as you adjust to him stretching you out.
"Shh. It alright baby. We'll go slow."
You let your head fall onto his shoulder as you start to grind down onto him. Your hips grating against his causing him to whimper. "Oh god." Eddie grabs your hips tightly and starts guiding your hips against his. "Please don't stop." He pleads with you and you let out a breathy laugh.
"I don't plan on it." You giggle but your laughter is cut off by Eddie grabbing your face and pulling you down to connect your lips with his. He whines, instantly shoving his tongue into your mouth. You let out a soft moan as you lift your hips beginning to bounce on Eddie's cock as his tongue explores yours.
Eddie moans into your mouth as you set a steady pace. He can't help but jut his hips up, fucking up into you, needy and desperate to hear all the dirty little moans fall from your lips into his. Your hips begin to collide faster and faster as the two of you build up the tension in your cores. Everything feeling euphoric and yet so simple.
Eddie pulls away from your kiss and smiles. "Hang on." He pulls your chest flush against him. His mouth connecting with your nipple as he speeds up. Fucking up into you so fast and hard that all that fills the bus is the sound of your bodies and your needy moans. His bangs stick to his forehead as he stares up at you. Your mouth agape, gasping in pleasure.
He releases your nipple and lets his one hand dip down between the two of you. You let out a half moan have sob when Eddie's thumb encircles your clit once more. He whimpers as you tuck your head into the crook of his neck and begin to suck on his skin.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your high and suddenly it hit you. Eddie had marked you but you had yet to leave so much as a tiny hickey anywhere on his body. You wanted to pretend too. You wanted to leave marks all over Eddie. Pretend that he was yours.
You leave little kiss along his neck causing him to trust up into harder and harder.
"I'm.... uh sorry. I'm really close y/n." He whimpers as you suck as his skin leaving a small hickey by his jaw.
"Mmm. Me too Eds." This is when you take the opportunity to bite down on Eddie's shoulder harshly. He lets out a loud moan. Now both of your had markings that will prove at least as some point, you belonged to each other. His hips jut up into your fast and sloppy as his thumb quickly stimulates your clit. You lap over your bite when you feel your core undo. You cry out. Your hands shooting into Eddie's curls, gripping them tightly as your legs shake around his. He continues to thrust up into. Sloppy and needy.
"Where? Where?" He pants, desperate for you to answer before he cums.
"Inside. Cum inside of me Eddie, please!" You cry out as an aftershock wracks your body. As you clench around him once again her cries out. You feel his rings dig into your hip as his hot load shoot inside of you.
Eddie stays inside of you for the next few minutes as you to ride out your highs and after shocks. You lay slumped against his chest, sticking to his tatted skin. Eddie gently smooths your hair snuggling closer even though he is still inside of you.
In this moment of silence you can't help but let a bit of sadness seep in. You want him so back, in every way. You want to get to know him more, you want to hold his hand, you want to fall asleep next to him. You want him. You sigh knowing that was a smoke dream. Things you'll never have. Eddie is sweet beyond belief but it doesn't change the fact that he is a literal rockstar.
"You owe me a shit ton of tattoos." He chuckles softly as he continues to smooth your hair and rubs tiny circles into your hip.
"Mmm. Is that as this was? A ploy for a lifetime supply of free tattoos? You junkie." You tease causing both of your to chuckles despite how tired you both are.
You try to work up the strength both emotionally and physically to get off of Eddie, knowing the longer you stay, the more you'll want this to last forever. You peel yourself from his skin and try to move your hips but Eddie's hands hold your hips in place, pushing you down causing you to whine.
"Can we stay like this for a little while longer?" His eyes are pleading. Eddie didn't want you to leave, he didn't want it to end, but he didn't really know how to tell you this either. You both sit there for a moment before Eddie speaks up again. "What got you into tattoos?"
You take this opportunity to lay yourself back against Eddie's chest. You kind of hated that he was getting to know you and how badly you wanted to know him. Fearing that it will only hurt more when it comes time to face the truth in a few minutes, hours maybe if you know each deeper. You snuggle into him, sighing a bit when you feel him shift inside of you.
"Uh. Well this may be weird, but you. Uh. I mean, I always liked drawing but once I learned that you did your own tattoos when you were in high school I wanted to learn as well. I know it's lame, sorry."
Eddie chuckles. "I don't think any aspect of you could ever be lame, darling." His nickname makes your heart flutter in your chest.
"What's... what's touring like?" You ask as you wrap you hands up in his hair, lightly scratching his head while you two sit in contentment.
"Lonely." Eddie pauses for a moment. "I mean, I have the band and they are my best friends basically my family but its weird being on the road on the time. It feels like the only people I know are the band members and our managers. I guess... it's hard to miss out on,,, other stuff." Eddie sigh. His fingers looping in your hair now. Curling them around his fingers. The only thought running through his mind right now was things like this... like dating... love.
"Well, I'm glad you are on tour or I never would have met you. I just wish I could make you feel better about it all I suppose." You sigh softly as you place a small kiss on his shoulder where your teeth marks are still highly evident.
"You did make me feel better." He smiles.
"You're only saying that cause you got to cum inside of me." You joke even though you hope that is not the case.
"Mmm yes. That must have been it." he laughs even though he knows that's not the case.
You two sit there for another moment when Eddie opens his mouth to tell you the strange feelings bubbling up inside of him when there is a knock at the door. Gareth shouts at the door.
"Eddie! Open the door man!"
You quickly sit up and look into Eddie's eyes sadly. His gaze seems to match yours. You quickly place a kiss on his lips, "One for the road" before slowly pulling yourself off his cock. Eddie smiles as you softly. A mixture of your two fluids drips down your leg and you quickly rush to find your clothes.
"I'll be right there!" Eddie shouts back.
The two of you quickly get dressed despite the fact that you can hardly feel your legs. You go to grab your bag and quickly rush to the sink trying to fix your makeup in the back of a random spoon as Eddie opens the door for Gareth. You throw the spoon down on the counter as Gareth walks in.
Gareth gasps and points at Eddie. "You dirty whore! On the tour bus?!" Which causes Eddie to slap Gareth upside his head. Gareth laughs more.
"Shut it." Eddie growls causing Gareth to wave his hands in surrender.
"Okay. Okay. I just came to tell you there are more people who want to me you." Gareth's eyes flick to you quickly before he turns his attention back to Eddie. Eddie looks to you and sighs. You send him a gentle smile. You quickly grab a pen from your bag and walk over to Eddie. You grab his hand and quickly jot down the number to your house phone and you smile.
"Give me a call when you want to cash in on the tattoos." You smile trying to drown out all the voice telling you to never leave Eddie's side. You quickly kiss him on the cheek and wave to Gareth as you rush to get off the bus before you say something stupid. As you begin to head back to the main building through the crowd of security and fans you hear Eddie's voice call out your name just as you were about to disappear into the sea of people.
You turn to look reluctantly knowing if you have to say goodbye again it'll only be harder. Eddie is standing on the step of the bus with your sign in his hand. "Your sign!" He frowns.
"Keep it!" You shout "I don't really need it anymore! It's gotten as good as it ever gonna get!" You force a smile before disappearing inside the building to find your friends and most likely cry your eyes out on the car ride home.
Eddie looks down at his hand and smiles as he rushes back into the bus.
"How was it?" Gareth chuckles.
Eddie grins and shakes his head. "What? Sorry. I gotta wright this down before it fades away." Eddie rushes to find a pen and his lucky notebook.
"Yea. And what are you gonna do about that deep as bite mark on your shoulder?!" Gareth shouts as Eddie rushes to the back of the bus.
"Get it tattooed!" Eddie laughs even though he is pretty sure he is one hundred percent serious about that.
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Okay that's all folks! Requests are open. I'll get to them in time!
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b-ritney · 1 year
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Eddie languidly eats you out for what feels like hours on a breezy summer day. light sweat kisses your skin like a sprinkle of rain, You're laying on your bed with the widows open for the sun and the soft wind to break through and grace your skin. Music plays quietly in the corner of the room to fill the calm, and content air. He has your little sun dress scrunched around your hips, and your legs draped over his bare back, it's SO dirty but so romantic at the same time.
Edit: yall really liked this one <3... full fic potential maybe...
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kassy-munson · 15 days
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**🚨PLEASE REBLOG🚨**
TO ALL OF MY FELLOW QUINNIES OUT HERE,
This is your monthly reminder of 2024 to request Joseph Quinn as a guest for the Fan Expos events close to you (or not!)!
Keep in mind : the more they receive guest request for Joseph Quinn, the more they will try to have him or convince him (or his team) to come! We love having him at conventions! And knowing he will start filming his many projects soon, this might be our last chances to see him before awhile...
All you have to do is go on this link : https://fanexpohq.com/home/events/ and click on the event of your choice (or you can choose to do all of them). Then, go in the section ''About us'' and click on ''Contact''. Finally, click on the costumer service option to fill in your guest request! It's that simple!
PLEASE SHARE/REBLOG THIS POST SO THAT IS CAN REACH AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE!!! We can make this happen!!!!
It doesn't hurt anyone to try, right?
If one person reading this actually takes the time to fill in a request (go to their website, click on contact us and fill in the submission), I will be thankful for you for the rest of my life -
That being said, thank you for your service <3
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steddiealltheway · 10 months
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I just… you’re telling me they went through all of this just to show this much (like none of it) on camera. Like… come on. There has to be more shots of the amazing prosthetics/SFX makeup in season 5… right??
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dementedduckling · 8 months
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You know how they say that at first you like absolutely everything about your partner? Blatantly lying. Steve cringed with fear every time he saw Eddie's scars or those little black fuckers on his forearm. Of course, Eddie noticed.
And today Steve is waiting for him after the tattoo overlap session, hoping that he will never have to see those damned creatures (tattoed or alive) on the body he loves so much. Eddie comes home (Steve still can’t believe they live together) suspiciously soon, and then Steve notices all the same familiar outlines of wings on his arm and can't hold a little disappointment in his voice. “Something went wrong?” But Eddie beams with a happy smile and pokes his forearm under Steve’s nose. Steve looks closely and... each bat has neat red crosses stuffed in place of its eyes. “Now they're dead!” Eddie says happily. Steve wants to roll his eyes so far, right straight to the brain, but he involuntarily smiles in response. Perhaps people are right after all, and now there is only one thing he hates, and even that, perhaps, is not that bad, because it means that Eddie is still alive.
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English is not my mother language, so please, forgive me if something sounds strange:_) And I’d be grateful if you’ll write me about mistakes:)
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sofia-falcon · 3 months
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@thebejeweledwatercat @axelwolf8109 @the-iridescent-phoenix @corrodxdcoffin
My mom: Haha Joseph's not in the cast photo
Me: If Eddie comes back why the fuck would they announce it, they didn't announce Dacre it got leaked
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stevesbipanic · 2 years
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Trailer for st5 drops, we see lots of epic fight scenes, dramatic scenes, worried looks on the characters faces like any of the other trailers, it's great, were pumped, it's the final season. It all comes to a peak of lots of tiny clips, the screen goes black, that's when we hear it.
"Hello Henderson."
We would lose our collective shit.
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oatmilk-vampire · 2 months
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Yes, I am once again convincing myself Eddie Munson is alive.
Yes, I am sorry for the spam of posts.
Yes, it will happen again.
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hellichk · 2 years
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"Want an autograph, Harrington?"
Or: Dustin convinces Steve to go with him to a Corroded Coffin gig and he secretly actually loves it.
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put them in my mouth right now please
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