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darkeddie · 2 years

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Stupid. pt 1

Summary: You and your old best friend, Steve Harrington, fell out. You don’t know if it’s because he kept trying to find love that wasn’t you, or if he just hated the fact of stringing you along. Or maybe it was because you told him how you felt about him. Either way, you couldn’t take it. It was your senior year, you wanted to go out with a bang. With real, true friends. That’s when you let two freshman convince you to join their club, and that’s when you finally met the infamous Eddie Munson. Who is somehow helpful when you run into Steve again after not speaking to him for almost a year. You might just end up having to choose…

Warnings: cursing,,,? some fluff here, and there (but this will get angsty ((-:<), there’s a make out bit, a handsy and touchy eddie, slight jealousy, some pining, eddie makes a dirty joke, mentions of drugs, and fake dating. slightly unedited >.< (it’s my least favorite part but i tried!)

A/N: finally! my first fic on this blog!! i’m so excited!! feedback is always welcome and yes, this is a fake dating fic that will turn into the reader having to choose between the two of them. idk, just thought it was a fun idea so i got to writing. so yeah! lmk what u think. depending on how this goes, i will release a pt 2 (-: xx

Something in your head was telling you this didn’t feel right. You were in the video store, making out with Eddie Munson. The Freak. Of course, given the circumstances of your current situation with Steve wouldn’t have led to this very moment.

You seriously went out of your way to make Steve jealous? What were you thinking? …Did it work?

You steal a glance from the corner of your eye, while Eddie’s lips were still on yours. You didn’t make eye contact with him, but you also couldn’t read his face. Did he even see you?

You close your eyes to focus on Eddie, which was probably a mistake because wow, now you’re deepening it by parting his lips with your tongue, snaking your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and oh my god, was he always this good of a kiss-

You’re interrupted by the devil himself.

“Y/N?” He taps your shoulder and even with your eyes closed, you recognized his voice and felt your shoulder burning where he tapped you.

You pull away, panting and steal a glance at Eddie before you look at Steve. He was looking smug while Steve looked concerned.

You guess you took a while to respond when he said your name again, more stern than before and sighing when you didn’t say anything once again. “Can we talk?” He asked carefully, glancing at the two of you. “..Alone.” He quickly added.

Eddie chuckled. “We’re a little busy, as you can see.” He smirked as he put an arm around you, walking you out of the store.

Your mouth was still gaping when you walked out, with Eddie hanging off of you.

“I- It was-“ You tried to stammer out an explanation. It was the fair thing to do since you and Eddie were just supposed to go there to rent some movies for movie night with the entire Hellfire Club. When you guys got to the actual video store, you hadn’t realize that Steve worked there with his new found friend, Robin. When she asked if you guys needed any help, you instantly recognized her and panicked, knowing damn well Steve would be with her since they were ‘best friends’ and all.

Then you glanced behind her and only saw a head full of hair since the shelf behind her was blocking him entirely, except the top of his head. You didn’t even have to see his face to recognize him!

And when you did, you ordered Eddie to kiss you. You don’t know why you did, but the fact that he didn’t even hesitate made you wonder.

Eddie laughed at your pathetic stuttering. “What was that about?”

You groan, frustrated at his stupid smug face. “Look, i’m sorry, okay?” You huff and start to walk away.

Eddie stays back dumbfounded. He takes a minute to realize that you’re actually upset that things didn’t turn out the way you wanted them to… Whatever that was.

He catches up to you, you had only walked a few blocks up ahead. “Sweetheart!”

You sigh, turning on your heel to face him. “I have a name, you know.” You snap, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks.

It doesn’t go unnoticed. “You like it!” He grins and throws his arm around you once again as you begin to walk.

You let him, even though someone else used to walk you home like that.

It was silent at first. The comfortable kind. It was kind of nice, letting him walk you home. You could tell he really wanted to ask you again, what all that was about, but he didn’t want to upset you.

That’s why you liked Eddie. He was so nonchalant about everything. He wouldn’t pry, if you didn’t want to talk about it. But he was there, in case you changed your mind.

Eventually you did.

You and Eddie didn’t know each other very well. You’d just met when you started your senior year. Of course you knew who he was, everybody talked about him. How he was a stupid freak and a murderer. None of that was true obviously and from the start, you knew better.

Even when your old best friend, Steve, would talk your ear off about him. About how he hated him and how he was basically a perv picking up high school chicks.

You wouldn’t say much because you just didn’t know him.

You warmed up to him pretty quick though. As soon as you got to know him better, you knew all of the rumors were most definitely not true. You could tell under all the chains and denim, he was a true sweetheart.

The only reason why you were in the video store with him was because you let Dustin and Mike convince you to join their stupid club at the beginning of the year, and you couldn’t say no to them for whatever reason. Any excuse you’d have for them, they’d find a way to get you out of it.

So you joined Hellfire and even got a cool t-shirt. Turns out, you were actually pretty good at the game. You think it’s what made Eddie be so interested in you. Since the first time you guys played, he never left your side. He always thought you’d be a great Dungeon Master, since you’d help him with his campaigns and such. But you knew that little geek wasn’t going to give his throne up, even if it was for you.

Maybe for a day, he suggested once. You just laughed and played along. He was easy to get along with.

Under old circumstances, you wouldn’t even be caught dead wearing the club’s shirt. You used to be pretty popular, ever since you were a freshman. Of course that was when Steve still went to school with you. When he was still your best friend.

You and Steve fell out a little bit after his graduation. He was so caught up with Nancy that he would hardly pay any attention to you, even though you’d give him great advice. Then he started working at Scoops and met his actual soul mate. Ever since he met Robin, it felt like he replaced you. Of course that hurt your soul, but you tried not to let it bother you. You still tried to keep your friendship going, but it got to the point where it was all one-sided.

It all became one sided.

“Okay, you definitely deserve an explanation..” You finally say awkwardly, a smug Eddie still hanging off your side. “Steve and I go way back.. We were best friends my first few years of high school and.. and well, i ruined it..” You sigh softly, looking down at your feet that ruffled through the fallen leaves on the concrete floor. It was a satisfying sound that calmed you for some reason, especially in this particular situation that made you feel so nervous. “Im so sorry- I basically jumped you- Or made you jump me- And it wasn’t right.”

Eddie just chuckles and pulls you closer. Did your heart just do a flip?

“It’s okay, you know. Im not even mad or anything.. Just super curious. How did you ruin your oh-so special friendship?” He questions, looking at you. He almost sounds sarcastic.

But you’re never sure.

“Well… throughout our friendship, i had this big, stupid crush on him, that i couldn’t help- And when i say that, trust me, i tried everything to stop thinking about him.. And i just couldn’t! i don’t know why.. But he lived in my mind. I would always think about him, it was so overwhelming..” You explain, whining slightly when you’d get loud throughout your explanation and taking a deep breath when you were finished.

“So overwhelming that you just stopped talking to him altogether?” He finishes for you, assuming that that’s where you were going with your story.

“So overwhelming that i told him how i felt,” You corrected, letting out an empty laugh and it makes Eddie frown. He knows that laugh all too well.

“So you told him and he didn’t feel the same? Sorry- I’m just still kind of confused..” He admits and rubs the back of his neck.

“I told him and the only thing he said was ‘I can’t.’” You drop an octave in your tone when you told him what Steve said, and how he said it, kind of mocking him honestly.

He laughed at your attempt to impersonate Steve, but then began to question you again.

“He can’t what? Get it up?” He joked as he removed his arm from your shoulder to poke at your side with his elbow.

You laughed lightly and shook your head as you looked at the leaves again. “I don’t know.. I wasn’t brave enough to ask what he meant.. I was pretty mortified because i felt like it wasn’t me speaking when i told him.. It felt like i was outed.” You admitted to him, finally looking up at him. “So i basically confessed and bolted before he could even explain himself.. Ever since then, we haven’t talked. Except for today..” You look down once again, knowing he could fill out the rest of the story himself.

“So you thought that if he saw you kissing another guy, he would be interested?” He asked, definitely detecting sarcasm this time.

You smack his arm lightly. “I don’t know what i thought!” You exclaimed. “I guess so, yeah.. I wanted to make him jealous.”

He makes a “tsk” sound and turns around to face you, as he continues to walk with you, only this time he was walking backwards so he could look at you.

“I hate to be the one to tell you this.. But I think he was definitely jealous.” He stated like he just knew.

Why did he hate to be the one to tell you that?

“Am i sensing some jealousy from you?” You asked jokingly. You giggled and shoved him a bit. It’s so crazy how comfortable he made you.

“Babe, did you see the way you were kissing me back there? I mean come on-“ He barked with laughter when he saw how red you got in the face. It was definitely not because of the nickname.

“God, Eddie, shut up! I was trying to sell it.. And you did better than i did- Did you see the look on his face when we walked away?” He laughed just as hard as you did as you both looked back on what happened not even an hour ago.

The laughter between the two of you turns into comfortable silence again when you noticed you arrived at your house.

“I have an idea.” Eddie spoke suddenly, just as you were about to say goodbye and walk inside.

“..It’s not getting high, is it?” You quirk a brow as you start to unlock the door to your house. You figured if you guys were going to keep talking, you might as well let him inside.

“No, but that doesn’t sound too bad right about now..” He smirks.

You roll your eyes as you walk inside with him following behind. You head to the kitchen, throwing your stuff on the first couch you see. You serve yourself and Eddie some lemonade, and hop up on the counter to sip on it.

“Why thank you, I was starting to think i was going to die of dehydration back there,” He jokes as he takes off his jacket, and takes a big swig from the glass.

“What was your idea?” You finally ask. It seemed like he was back tracking from it.

He sighs and sets down his cup. You go to sip on yours when he finally decides to let you in on his dirty little secret.

“I think we should date.” He casually says.

You almost choked on your lemonade but thankfully you didn’t. You decided that would’ve been embarrassing, so somehow you stopped it.

“D-Date? Like- Just like that?” You questioned incredulously. “Are you asking me out?”

Eddie lets out a loud laugh, echoing throughout your kitchen. Was he blushing?

“More like the first one. Look, we make it look like we’re dating for a few weeks and we’ll see if Harrington comes forward with any kind of feelings for you.” He explains, still taking swigs from his drink.

You listen intently. “You really think it’ll work?”

“Well, yeah! You said it yourself: Did you see the look on his face when he saw me sucking face with his Y/N?” He lets out the most pathetic whine, mimicking a baby cry.

You giggle as you set your own glass down. Your giggling quiets down when you realize he’s really just trying to help you out.

“You.. You’d do that? Like.. for me?” You ask quietly, suddenly becoming shy towards him.

His face softens as he looks at you and he finally leans against the counter beside you.

“Babe, I don’t know if you noticed, but it looks like i’m your new best friend.” He huffs out a laugh as he hops up on the counter with you.

You smile and at this point, you’re beaming.

Eddie Munson, your new best friend? Who would’ve thought.

“Now, we must get to planning for our schemes- And figure out how we’re gonna find another rental store in town because I don’t know what i’m gonna tell the club when there’s no movies… For movie night.” He realizes.

“That’s a problem for later. So what did you have in mind?” You’re curious now. You didn’t know how to go about this.

“Well, see, we still need those movies.. So why don’t you go back? You could go by yourself, talk to him, maybe..” It sounded like he was holding something back.

“Spit it out, Munson. What is that going to prove? Am i supposed to just talk to him about you?” You wondered.

His grin got wider as he nudged you. “Not necessarily. Not if you don’t want to- He just has to see.” Now he’s wearing a smirk.

“…See what?” You questioned, still trying to figure out where he was going with this.

He pokes your neck gently where it was exposed. “A hickey.”

You laugh in disbelief. “Yeah, no- No way. I’ve never had one, he’ll know something is up!”

“Which is why it’ll be more believable. He doesn’t know you anymore, so how would he?” He asks you and honestly you didn’t know how to answer.

You sigh softly, jumping off the counter and face him.

You look like you’re hesitating but the look on your face also looks like you’re about to give in.

Eddie leans forward slightly to take in your expression, hoping you’ll go for it. He’ll never say why.

“Only one-“ You start and Eddie almost beams. “And it has to be somewhere only he’d be able to see.. Not my parents or like- Anyone at school- Not that i’d be embarrassed or anything!” You quickly blurted out when you saw how Eddie’s expression fell. “It’s just- I don’t want too many questions from too many people, okay? then id have to keep the lie going- And-“

“Sweetheart,” He cuts you off in a ever-so-gentle tone. You didn’t even realize you’d started babbling. “Only if you want to, okay? It was just a suggestion. I just thought it would be a good way to start. And we kinda have to commit to the lie at school too, you know. Or he’ll suspect something’s up.” He explains and you fall into a deep thought. Robin still goes to school with you guys so he was right. You’re gonna have to be all in or all out.

You looked at him expectantly. “I mean you call me pet names and hug me and stuff at school, so what’ll be the difference?” You tried not to smile when you started listing the ways he is with you at school anyway. Almost like you didn’t even have to change much between the two of you.

But you were wrong.

“Well, we’d actually kiss. And hold hands. You could even call me a pet name or two,” He smirks when he sees you blushing.

“O-okay.. Fine.” You respond, sighing in defeat and stand right in front of him, tilting you head back to expose your neck to him. “Go for it.”

He chuckles softly and get closer to you. “Are you sure?”

“Y-Yeah- Just make it quick..” You thought that if he took too long, you’d change your mind… But there was something about Eddie giving you a hickey that made you get all hot. You wondered if he felt that way too.

You snap out of your thoughts when he rests a hand on your shoulder to keep you steady. He leans over and latches his lips on the soft skin, working his tongue on the spot he latched on over and over.

Your breath hitches when you feel his lips and tongue focusing on that one spot, and slightly whimpering when his grips tightens on your shoulder. Kind of like he was holding back.

He decided to do it just below your right ear. Easy to coverup with your hair, he thought.

After what felt like forever, he pulled back. He licked his wet, pink lips as he admired his mark on you. Like it was a piece of art. He finally looks up at you and notices how tense and stiff you are. But he could’ve sworn he saw you giving him those bedroom eyes..

“You okay..?” He gives you a squeeze where he was already holding you.

“Yeah.. That was.. new.” You decided. “You didn’t do it super dark, did you?” You go to touch the spot where his lips just were, and it was still a little wet. That’s how you knew where to find it.

That’s when the little fucker smirks. Of course he did.

You just groan a little and rolls your eyes in response. “Alright- This better work! If not, we’re not doing it anymore.”

He smiles, and it actually looks genuine. “Understood. Now, make sure you bring back the scariest movies you could find.” He finishes up his lemonade and throws his jacket back on. “I wanna scare the shit out of the freshman for this year’s movie night.”

“Okay,” You chuckled out. “I’ll see you later.”

“Yep, let me know how it goes!” He calls out to you one last time before heading out.

When he leaves, you make your way to the bathroom to see the mark he left on you. You almost gasp when you catch a glimpse of it. It was super easy to hide, but with how dark it was, you didn’t stand a chance. The wind could easily blow your hair out of the way, or you could absent-mindlessly toss your hair out of the way and anybody could see it from a mile away.

When you realized there’s nothing you could do about it, but stick to the plan, you just let out a sigh of relief and started to head on over to the video store.

You finally get to the store even though you tried to talk yourself out of it your whole way here. You even thought about calling Eddie, and telling him that you couldn’t go through with it.

But here you were again, in the horror section this time. You couldn’t believe yourself. You’re right back where you were, not even a day later, and it wasn’t a short walk either. You were seriously going above and beyond just to figure out if Steve would say or do anything once he found out someone else was interested in you.

Apart of you felt really dumb. But apart of you also knew this was the only way. The only way you’d get him to fess up about you. I mean you could’ve just talked to him, right? But Eddie’s idea seemed more appealing to you for some reason.

You were starting to get worried when you only saw Robin out of the corner of your eye. When you thought he left for the day, you decided to leave. You turned around without being cautious and bumped into something. More like someone.

You look up at him with wide eyes. He looked different. His hair seemed to brighten up and his skin was clear.

He was looking down at you with a dopey smile. “You gonna run away from me again?”

“No- I didn’t run away..” You mumbled and looked down. You couldn’t take looking into his eyes.

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. “Well, is your boyfriend gonna come and sweep you away or can we talk?” You catch him glancing at Robin, who seems to be giving him a thumbs up. When you turn to look at her, she acts like she wasn’t just watching the two of you. You assumed he told her everything. You go red at the thought and curse yourself for thinking this was a good idea. But it’s too late to back out now..

But honestly, seeing Robin encourage Steve made you fume. It was the boost you needed. You gain a little bit of confidence and go back to looking at him. “Steve.. Honestly, im just here to pick up some movies. We forgot all about them earlier.. And we actually need them, so..” You trail off as you turn around to look at your options again. This is when you go to casually put your hair up and it was perfect because you turned around halfway to continue browsing, so he could only see the side of you. The side the hickey was on.

You try to glance at him from the corner of your eye, but it was hard to read his face. He almost looked.. pissed off?

“Y/N, it’s just two minutes of your time. You really can’t spare that?” He pleaded, furrowing his brows and narrowing his eyes at you. He seemed really upset, and you just couldn’t care. It felt good.

“No, Steve. I don’t owe you anything,” You simply respond, picking up some dvds and finally taking them to the counter, where Robin checked you out.

Just when you thought he wasn’t going to say anything else, you go to walk out, but when you open the door, Steve stops it like a human door stopper. “What if I do, Y/N?”

You go to look at him and you’re trying your hardest to look bored and uninterested. He was really trying. You didn’t know what to think.. “Come on..” He says, taking you out of your own head. “Let me at least take you home. It’s getting dark.”

You let out a sigh as you glance behind him, noticing the sun going down. You nod and as soon as you do, he removes himself from the door and lets you open it to walk out with you.

You knew the ride home to your house was five minutes tops, so you wouldn’t have to be with him long.. But then you remembered what five minutes felt like with Steve. That’s when you realized the whole thing was actually fucking stupid.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington #steve stranger things #eddie stanger things #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fake dating #lydia writes #fake dating au

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katharynmarie · 2 years

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Some quick Stranger Things pieces while I prep for my annual Ghibli Fest event. Grab Eddie art Here Grab Max art Here

#Stranger Things #Eddie Munson #Max Mayfield #ST4 #Eddie #Eddie Stanger Things #Stranger Things Max #Fan Art #Stranger Things Art

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koitheweirdfish · 2 years

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They just had to kill the best character, he's only been out for one month 🥲

#eddie stanger things

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piliharrington · 1 year

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*At Steve and Eddie's house*

Jancy's kid: Uncle Eddie, why don't you have a wife?

Eddie: Because I'm gay.

Jancy's kid: What does that mean?

Eddie: It means I like boys, not girls.

Jancy's kid: Then why don't you have a husband?

Eddie, looks to Steve who is in the kitchen minding his own business: I don't know. WHY DON'T I HAVE A HUSBAND, STEVE?

#stanger things #st incorrect quotes #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jancy #joe keery #joseph quinn #charlie heaton #natalia dyer

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msgexymunson · 9 months

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Forbidden Fruit

Description: The newest object of your affections happens to be Eddie; your father's closest friend!

A/N: this is just smut personified and I ain't even sorry. Enjoy it with caution, hells saving a mighty fine warm spot for you ;).

Warnings: age gap, Eddie's in his forties, reader implied 20s. Voyeurism, fingering, p in v unprotected sex (wrap the thingy, trust me I'm old)

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Delicate fingers are slipping under the waistband of your sleep shorts. You stroke at your soft skin, running in teasing patterns. Your body begins to react to your secret touches, downy hairs starting to stand on end as your skin prickles with sensation. Then your hand drifts lower, lower, until it meets your pubic hair. Massaging your breast with your other hand you try to relax and empty your mind, just focus on the feeling. Not that it works. All you see when you close your eyes is Eddie.

This is wrong. So fucking wrong. He was at least 20 years your senior. Hell, he was one of your father's closest friends. It may as well be forbidden. He probably thinks of you more like a daughter than a lover.

You couldn't help it though. Recently he was just looking so damn fine. You're not sure if it was just him getting better with age, or you growing up and appreciating the man in front of you. Either way, woof.

Your fingers find your clit as you think back to earlier today; the events of which hadn't been much help in quenching your mounting feelings. It had been a lovely day, the sun was beating down and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Eddie and your father had teamed up to do some of the yard work. Eddie was always on hand to help with any manual labour, or to fix things. He was really very good with those hands.

Well, it was a beautiful day, so sunbathing seemed perfectly acceptable behaviour, and not an excuse to be in the yard at all. Nuh uh. You'd headed outside in your skimpy red bikini, book in hand, and laid on a lounger keeping one eye on Eddie.

God, he'd looked particularly good today. His hair was grasped in a messy bun with a shock of grey and white visible through it. His stubble looked a few days old, peppering his chin and sharp jaw. Those eyes of his sparkled, a deep chocolate brown you wanted to dive into. Jeans clung to his muscular thighs, only wearing an old wife beater on top, showing off his tattoos and chiselled arms. There was a brief moment when he'd lifted up his vest to use it to wipe the sweat from his brow. Abs had gleamed in the midday sun, flexing and taunting you on purpose, or at least it had felt that way.

When your father had gone inside to grab them both a beer, Eddie had sauntered over to you and crouched right by your lounger. You had done everything you could to keep your face neutral, even though your head was screaming and flinging its metaphorical hands in the air.

"Hey sweetheart."

The gravel in his voice sent shivers down your spine.

"Hey Mr Munson." You responded, trying to keep your eyes on your book.

"How many times I gotta tell ya? Call me Eddie."

You glanced over and saw a slow grin creeping across his face, as he eyed you up and down. Is he checking me out?

Tearing his eyes away, he spoke again.

"So, where's the little boyfriend today?"

"What? Oh, him. We broke up. He was… selfish" you reminded yourself of all those disappointing encounters, flicking through your mind like a magazine of the mundane.

His grin widened at that.

"Oh, that's such a shame."

He sounded so sincere, but that smile of his was certainly telling a different story. You found yourself looking at the way his eyes crinkled when he grinned. Probably thought he wasn't good enough for me, just like father said.

It was like he'd read your mind.

"He wasn't good enough for you anyway."

"You think?"

He'd leaned into you, as if telling a secret. You could smell him, lingering sweat, aftershave and cigarettes. Drawn to him, you'd sat up and moved a little closer. His words were a whisper in your ear, his hot breath on your neck making your heart beat just a little too fast.

"What you need is a real man."

Mouth falling open, you snapped your head to face him. A quick wink and he was back on his feet, smiling at your father who had just returned from the kitchen. He had walked off without a glance back.

You press your clit harder at the memory of his words, your other hand snaking its way into your top to tease at your hardened nipple. A real man.

Was he talking about himself? Or had he just been teasing you for your taste in boys? Either way, his words had made you wet, your thighs clinging together in supplication.

Fuck it. If he was on your mind you may as well lean into it. Your thoughts wandered, making up scenarios in your head, thinking of those thick fingers replacing yours. Your speed on your clit doubles, thighs squeezing together. It still wasn't enough. There wasn't enough pressure.

Pulling your hand away in a huff, your eyes land on a cushion on your bed. Hmm, now that just might do.

Clambering to your bare knees, you straddle it, positioning the seam to sit just where you needed it.

Now, this was better. You could almost imagine him underneath you as you humped at his impressive length. You assume he had a huge cock. Well, he did in your fantasies anyway. Pulling your top off and away, you tease at your sensitive nipples, one hand keeping the cushion in place.

So close, you were so close. The warm feeling was pooling in your belly, your clit humming with desire. Scrunching your eyes shut and whimpering, a particularly good rub had you moaning out "Eddie!"

Unfortunately, you had failed to hear the approaching footsteps.

"Yeah sweetheart?"

Frozen, you can only watch in abject horror as your bedroom door swings open and the object of your fantasies is standing in the door frame.

"Oh shit, I thought- did you just say my name?" He seems split between looking away and getting an eyeful.

Grasping the bed sheet you quickly cover up your bare chest, cheeks burning scarlet.

"Sorry." He adds, looking you up and down one last time, and finally swings the door shut.

Well that's it, now I need to move to a different state. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Hey, honey, come hear a sec!" Your mother's voice, ringing up the stairs. Trying to get the blood to diffuse from your cheeks with sheer force of will, you hastily scramble to put your top back on.

"Coming!" You shout back. Well, you nearly had. So fucking close.

Making your way downstairs past the bathroom you see your parents arm in arm, Eddie spread out on one of the bar stools in the kitchen. Practically feeling his grin from here, you focus on your parents.

"We're going out to dinner hon. Mr Munson here, well he was going to have a look at the cable. I can't get the damn thing to work. Sure you don't mind Eddie? Ain't you got somewhere else to be?" Your father looks towards Eddie with his question.

"Nope. Completely free. I'm sure I can fix it."

"Thanks buddy, you're a lifesaver. Hon, can you look after him? Make sure to give Mr Munson anything he needs."

Cheeks flaring again with heat, you mumble out your agreement.

"Thanks sweetie!" Your mother adds, planting a peck on your cheek. Then, they leave. It's just you and Eddie.

He begins to walk towards you. The walls suddenly seem too close, your skin itchy, hairs standing on end. He stops in front of you, too close for comfort. A rough hand reaches to you and you flinch. He quickly pulls it away.

"Well, better fix the cable." He smiles at you, and turns on his heel to the TV room, leaving you staring at his retreating ass as he leaves.

Maybe he's not going to mention it?

The thought seems too good to be true. You turn to leave, back the way you came, but a strange force is pulling at your gut. Pretty soon you're standing in the door frame of the TV room, staring at Eddie's ass as he bends to look at the cable box.

Fuck, that perfect ass.

He must have changed from earlier. Maybe he'd had a shower? He certainly smelled good. Staring at his back you notice his hair looked damp.

OK, so, ignore what happened. Eddie seemed to be. Act natural. Be a good host.

"Eddie, do you want a beer?"

He doesn't bother looking back, but you hear his deep voice say, "sure thing sweetheart."

Making your way back to the kitchen, you grab a beer for him and one for yourself, to steady your nerves.

Placing it on the coffee table, you let him know it's behind him, as you swig your own.

"Could you come down here sweetheart? I need a hand."

You fall to your knees beside him.

"Show me your hands?"

Confused, you hold your palms up.

"Perfect, tiny hands. Here." And he grasps one, swallowing it up in his large palm. The skin on skin contact is a shock to your system.

He pulls your arm gently.

"There's a cable right there, can you reach that?"

Sticking your tongue out of the corner of your mouth, you extend your arm, reaching into the gap he couldn't quite hit.

"Got it."

"That's it. Good girl." You suck in a sudden breath at his words, warmth simmering in your core. Eddie doesn't seem to notice.

He's adjusting some other cable, moving the network box to a better position as you stare at the veins in his neck.

"So, did you finish?"

"Huh?" Confusion floods your face as you scrunch your eyes at his words.

"Earlier, when I walked in. Did you finish?"

Your mouth hangs open. He mentioned it so nonchalantly, not even gaining eye contact. You're so shocked that you answer him without thinking about it.

"N-no."

"Shame."

What sort of alternative reality is this?

"OK, can you feel my hand? Give me that cable."

You pass it to him wordlessly, fingers brushing his ever so slightly.

"There. Should be fine now. Try the remote."

Turning the TV on, it does indeed work. You switch it off as Eddie sits back on his heels.

"It just wasn't wired correctly. Easy mistake to make. So, you need a hand?"

"Huh?" You sound out doltishly as he swigs his beer.

"Seemed like you could do with some help earlier is all."

Swallowing hard at his words, you feel your thighs clench and your heart race.

"Eddie, what are you saying, exactly?" Words spilling out a lot calmer than you felt.

"All I'm saying is, you looked like you could use some help. I reckon I could help you out. A lot more than a cushion, anyway." He says, a slow smile spreading over his face making your knees want to melt.

You stare and stare, momentarily lost for words.

"Come on sweetheart, there's a reason why you were moaning my name. We need to get whatever this is out of our system. "

You will your legs to move, to flee. They don't. They have their own agenda it seems, taking a shaky step towards him, and another. He's still kneeling on the floor, a slight smirk pulling at his face as if he has all the time in the world.

Your knees do buckle then, under the weight of his words, as you mirror his position. There's a slight gap between you, but you're closer than you think you ever have been. The air between you seems to hum with desire, an electric current buzzing back and forth.

Reaching out with hesitant fingers, you finally close the distance, resting your hand softly on his knee.

"I'm- I'm sorry that I, erm, said your name, it's so damn embarrassing-"

"Don't be sorry," he responds, his giant hand coming to rest over yours sending your pulse into overdrive, "that was the hottest thing I've ever seen."

"Really?" You can't help the disbelief dripping all over your tone.

"You're kidding right? I've been fuckin' hard for the last hour, I'm sure it's not healthy."

You giggle into your hand at his confession and move to look down, but his hand is on your jaw then, pulling your chin up.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you know. We can just forget all this and I'll leave."

His stare is firm and sincere, but there's an undercurrent of need behind those eyes, one that's making the pulse between your legs hammer out a tattoo on your insides.

Before it even registers in your head, you're the one pushing toward him, drawn in by that stare. Your lips are crushing against his when you realise you had taken the leap and kissed him. Eddie's hand presses into the small of your back, pushing you bodily against him, the other snaking into your hair. Opening your mouth to deepen the kiss his tongue begins to slide against yours. Never had a kiss felt so good, so sordid. You wrap your arms around his middle to steady yourself as he explores your mouth greedily.

A slam of a car door snaps you back to reality; pushing your body off him hurriedly you look around with wild eyes.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's OK. It's not them, it's too early for that."

You stop and listen, and realise he's right.

"Sorry."

"Hey, it's OK." He smiles, flooding your tummy with warmth.

"You wanna go and get comfortable, sweets? We can, well, just this once."

You nod and stand up wordlessly, leading him to your bedroom. Your pace is slow and measured as you walk up the stairs, belying the running commentary in your head.

Oh fuck, I can't believe this is happening. This is Mr Munson for fucks sake. Dad would absolutely freak. Oh fuck.

As you're closing the door, he's kicking his shoes off and sitting up on your bed. His rough demeanour and chiselled physique look so out of place, juxtaposed by the sweet pink bedclothes.

"Come here sweetheart, right here." He says, patting his lap. You move over to him, trying to work out exactly where he wants you.

"Knees either side, come on baby, I know you know how to straddle." His smile is dipped in sin, biting his lower lip slightly and flashing his teeth. You take a shaky breath and mount him, your thin sleep shorts barely covering your expectant pussy.

"Can you, um, take your jeans off?" You ask hesitantly, "I wanna feel you."

"Whatever you want baby, I'm here to help."

You sit awkwardly to one side as he wiggles his jeans off those perfect hips, giving you a teasing sliver of his lower abdomen to gawp at before he's gripping your hips forcefully and pushing your core down against his solid bulge.

"Hmm, nearly perfect," he says, giving you an appraising look.

"What's not right?" You feel your cheeks blush, waiting for him to point out some flaws you have.

"Well, I'm sure when I walked in earlier with you in this position you were topless."

An impossible amount of blood flushes your face, chest, neck. Eddie's thumbs trace calming circles into the flesh of your hips, catching the hem of your top and slipping just beneath.

Lifting your top up hesitantly, you move your arms up and away, discarding the clothing on the floor of your room.

Eddie's eyes are fixated on your nude breasts, letting out a slow breath. He holds your hips harder, fingers bruising into you.

"There. Perfect. You are perfect sweetheart. Such a good girl for me."

It's deeply pathetic, the noise that escapes your lips at his praise, but it serves to break the spell Eddie is under and forces him to look at your rosy cheeks and pouting lips.

"Fuck, you like that sweetheart?" He asks, large hands clinging to your hips, starting to grind you back and forth. His breathing is laboured, as if he's trying to hold himself together.

"Yeah." You say back, voice small, hiding under his studious gaze.

"Don't go all shy on me now baby. This good, yeah?"

You nod, mewling at the sensation. He's rock hard, and just the feel of his solid dick rubbing back and forth, hitting your swollen clit with each pass has your head spinning. Just two layers, two layers of flimsy fabric lay between him and you. Between him entering you.

"Talk to me sweetheart. What do you need?"

His eyes are searching yours, so eager to make you happy.

"Please, please play with my nipples."

A rough hum rumbles from his throat, hands creeping up to your chest.

"So polite. Whatever you need sweetheart."

Taking over grinding over his member, you feel your skin thrumming, heat bubbling in your gut as his hands begin to trace over your curves. His thumbs graze the underside of your tits with confident movements. Expecting him to start pinching at your nipples, it takes you entirely by surprise when he leans forward and takes one in his mouth, sucking hard.

Whimpering quietly, you grip his shoulders, willing yourself to be quiet. It's like Eddie can read your fucking mind. Unlatching from your nipple, he grabs your chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"I told you. Don't be shy. It's just you and me here. I want to hear you. Every whimper, every fucking moan. I'm committing this to memory, so make it a good one."

A watery grin unfurls over your face, eyes tearing up unexpectedly.

"OK Eddie."

"Good fucking girl."

"Oh God-"

Before you're done moaning at his words, his lips are immersing your nipple again, wet and warm and rough; as he pinches the other with hardened skin fingertips. A thick tongue darts out, flicking back and forth over the hardened nub.

"Oh Eddie, oh fuck!" Your moans are loud and unashamed, your hips frantically humping over his turgid cock, clit swollen, nearing on sore.

His breath diffuses over the sensitive skin of your breast.

"See that's it baby, I know, I know. Keep going, use me."

Chasing your release your movements become almost violent, hands grasping onto his wavy locks and tugging hard. He groans at that, almost a growl. Teeth scraping your aching nipple, he unlatches with a wet pop and instead bites into the joining spot between your neck and shoulder harder than anyone had done before. The act was bordering on feral. An animalistic gesture, sucking on your flesh as if he was sucking the orgasm out of you.

It was working. The low simmering in your gut had bubbled over, threatening to pull you under into the deep depths of pleasure. You let it, screaming out his name as you lost breath, quickly losing yourself in the gaping depths of your release.

Slowing your frantic rocking movements, you finally slow to a halt.

"Feel better sweetheart?"

You hum, fingers tracing over the muscles of his toned arms. Your pussy hasn't gotten the message however, clenching around nothing. Your walls are pulsing, wanting to clench onto something, anything.

"Yeah I'm good."

"Don't lie to me."

Gasping at his hard words, you look into his eyes.

"If you're done I'll leave-"

"No!" You shout, gripping him harshly,

fingernails embedding into his skin. This can't be over, not yet.

"See?" He laughs, almost mocking you, "if you need more, say so. I want to help you. What do you need?"

"I-" fuck why is this so difficult? "I need, I need something inside me."

"See? Was that so hard? You want my fingers baby? I'll make you come, as many times as you need."

You nod enthusiastically, slipping off his lap. He turns you to the side suddenly so your legs are draped over his. Firm, smooth strokes rub up, up, up your thighs making you quiver.

"Take these shorts off. I need to see that pretty pussy of yours."

Wiggling out of them, they land on the floor in a heap.

"Fuck. Spread your legs a little."

It isn't in you not to comply. Your knees fall open, entirely exposed.

"Well, look at you. Fucking perfect." A rough hand slots between your legs, two fingers rubbing the length of your pussy.

Leaning back on your hands, your back arches into his touch, hips moving upwards to meet each stroke.

"You really want this? You want me to fuck you with my fingers?" His movements are tantalising and slow. Your body begs for more, more.

Nodding at him, you soon see it's not enough.

"Use your words sweetheart." Fingers whisper across forbidden skin, circling around but never touching your clit.

"Oh God please, please I need you, please fill me up!" All modesty forgotten.

"Fuck, yeah that's it, hmm" you feel his fingers swipe your wet lips, about to go deeper. Leaning forward, he angles his head towards your cunt, and spits, hard.

Holy fucking fuck.

That act had you clenching all over again, rocking into nothing.

"Oh she likes that! Dirty girl."

He smiles his approval and gathers your combined wetness, two fingers diving deep inside you. It's aggressive and rough and entirely what you've been craving.

"This what you wanted baby? My fingers filling you up? Fucking into your cunt?"

His words are filthy, switching something inside your head you weren't aware of until just now.

"Yeah, fuck please, stretch me out, I fucking need you baby, please please please!"

Your tiny hands are gripping onto him, desperately seeking him, digging into skin and flesh.

"Oh you are so hot. Keep begging, I like it." His salacious grin pours over his features, fingers working you roughly, nestling into a spot inside that had your toes curling. Your breathing is heavy and ragged, as his other hand slaps harshly against your thigh.

"I said beg."

His ministrations start to slow.

"No, don't stop! Please, oh fuck please, I need to fucking come Eddie!" Your eyes seeking his with a desperate gleam, toying with your features.

"Yeah, that's it sweetheart, fuck," and his hand lands a hard smack against the side of your ass making you shriek.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?" His fingers continue, setting a brutal pace, each stroke reaching your g spot pathetically easily.

"Yeah, oh yes, for you I am."

A thick tongue runs up the side of your neck, pushing his fingers harder, deeper.

"Oh Eddie I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come, don't stop!"

"Not stopping, not even if you paid me. Come for me sweetheart."

Your hips betray you, rubbing against his fingers as hard as they can, desperately seeking your second release.

They don't have long to look. Suddenly it bursts around you, popping in your head like a firecracker of feeling, pulsing out of you in waves. Your fingers wind into his hair once again as your orgasm floods your system, hands almost frightened of being swept away.

You knew he was good with his hands but fuck, his words were something else.

"Oh my God that was incredible." You stutter out, legs still trembling.

"I aim to please. You good now baby?" His fingers whispering over your arm, catching your nerves, making quivers run over and over you.

If I'm good, he's gonna leave, and that will be it. Fuck, just don't want it to be over.

"No. I need you to fuck me. Just this once. Please. I- I need you to cum inside me."

"Shit sweetheart, you want my fuckin' cock? How could I refuse such a sweet good girl."

Laying you down against your many pillows, he stands, ridding himself of his shirt and pants.

Oh fuck, just look at his cock.

It's swollen, throbbing against his slickened pubic hair, wetted by your own juices. Licking your lips impulsively, you spread your legs wide, wanting to guide his hips between yours.

"Fuck that's a pretty dick. So fucking big."

He looks at you, quirking an eyebrow.

Oh fuck you just said that out loud.

"Yeah? You want it? You want me?"

He's smiling, stroking at his throbbing length, making an emotion akin to jealousness bloom in your chest.

"I need you Eddie."

He climbs between your thighs again, letting another glob of spit fly from those perfect lips of his.

"Oh!" You moan eagerly, writhing beneath him.

"You are perfect, aren't you? Fucking filthy and ready for me." The head of his swollen member nudges your soft opening.

"I'm on birth control, please just fill me up."

"Oh fuck you're gonna make me bust if you keep on like that." The words are admonishing, but he sounds impressed.

His weight dips onto the mattress between your legs, making it sink dramatically. You grab his relatively narrow hips, your slender fingers forcing his body between yours. You need him inside you, now.

The fat, leaking head of his cock rubs against your intumescent lips.

"Fuck me Eddie, I need you, please fuck me!" You blabber, fingers flexing hard against his hard muscles.

The mushroom head of his turgid cock pushes against your sodden opening. It breaches you then, forcing its way into your soaking lips.

Pushing harder and harder into your deepest depths, you whimper, walls quivering around his fat length.

"Eddie, oh God Eddie!" Your moans are unrestrained and throaty, him rubbing against the spot that makes you wobble inside.

"You wanna come again? So fucking greedy sweetheart." You expect those words to have bite to them, but he's grinning, forehead nearly touching yours as he hikes your legs around his middle.

You hump at him recklessly, hips thrusting against his waist as hard as you can.

"Oh my fucking God, fuck!!"

You release hard, wetness squirting over Eddie's imposing length as you moan hard and loud.

"Hey honey, we're home!"

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Your eyes flick wildly to Eddie. It doesn't help that he seems amused, chuckling a silent laugh into your skin.

"I've, I've gone to bed, see you in the morning!" You cry out desperately, hoping to heaven, or hell, that they listen.

"Eddie fix the cable?" You hear your mom call out up the stairway.

"Yeah he's, he's really good with his hands!" You shout back, Eddie's body shaking with silent laughter over you, the arms caging your head trembling with barely contained amusement.

"Great news, night honey!"

You grip Eddie's shoulders as hard as you can as you listen for the minute changes in air. There it is, mother and father both going to bed.

"Fuck that was close." You huff, releasing your titanesque grip on his shoulders.

"But I'm not done sweetheart."

He thrusts hard and deep against you, his impressive member rubbing against that sweet spot yet again.

"Eddie, you can't, fuck-"

"Oh I can. You just need to shut up." He grins quietly, holding your body close to his.

"Oh Eddie, oh-"

"Shhh, fuck sweetheart, shut the fuck up." He whispers urgently into the skin of your neck. Your mouth forms a perfect 'o', wiggling against him ardently.

He releases his cum into you with a hard, shuddering thrust, throbbing and throbbing out of him. It pumps inside you, pushing you to the edge of coming yet again.

Eddie knows.

Grinning wickedly, he latches his teeth to your nipple again and sucks hard. Moments later you feel your release explode from your core, dampening your bed sheets in the process.

Thrumming against him, sweaty skin against sweaty skin, you manage to coax your breathing to a normal level.

"I hope that's everything you wanted sweetheart, 'cause it aint happening again."

Before you can protest, Eddie is leaving the warmth between your thighs and aiming for the window, so no one suspects what just happened between you two. A few sure movements and he disappears, however reluctantly, into the night. Leaving you huffing, and panting, and wanting.

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Oh, Baby

A/N: I have not been motivated in the slightest to write anything recently, but I was in the shower and thought of this.

Warnings: Pregnant!reader, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, delivery, comfort, Y/n is overused, I have no idea what pregnancy or birth feels like, this is all either from google or how I think It'd feel like.

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You're pregnant, three weeks till your due date, your husband is on tour with his band for a last 'hurrah' before he becomes a stay-at-home dad. One problem. He arrives back at home tomorrow, but your water breaks tonight.

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You were making dinner when you felt it, a slight pain in your belly, you turned the stove on to low as you made your way towards the bathroom, you didn't.

Wayne's in the kitchen, getting ready for his night shift, you feel a trickle of liquid rush down your leg. embarrassed you rush back to the kitchen to grab towels.

Then you feel the pain, a soft pain in your lower stomach before a sharp pain travels through your body. You take deep breaths, putting your hands on the counter holding yourself up.

no. nope. not happening.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Wayne speaks from the living room where he's tying his shoes. you quickly shake your head as the pain leaves after a minute. He moves quickly, coming to your aid.

Wayne was staying with you just in case you needed anything while Eddie was gone. you had a spare bedroom and he was happy to help. "My water might have just broken in the hallway."

Wayne looks, seeing a small puddle of liquid on the hardwood. "You call Eddie, I'll grab your bag, okay?"

You give a soft nod, making your way to the phone, "It's in the nursery."

You punch the numbers of Eddie's phone, before looking to the stove to see the time, it's seven, meaning Eddie is playing his last show for the next few hours.

There's no hope in calling him, he won't have his phone on him, you quickly dial his managers.

ring

ring...

"Hello?"

"John! It's Y/n, Eddie's wife."

"Hey, hon' what can I do for you?"

"I might be in labor, would really appreciate it if you would notify Eddie."

"Oh! sure thing!"

"Thank you! I'll be at the Hospital in Hawkins, tell him he can reach me there."

"Of course!"

"Alright, thank." You hang the phone back up, just when Wayne comes back down the hallway with your go bag and your shoes. you look at him in appreciation.

"Talk to him?"

"no, I called John, he said he'd relay the message." Wayne nods, heading to the door.

"Ready?"

"Nope."

"Sounds about right." Wayne laughs as he helps your sit and put on your shoes, he grabs your hands, helping you stand up and head out the door.

It's silent for most of the ten minute car drive, there's a total of three contractions on the way there. Wayne just reaches over to squeeze your shoulder.

you walk in the emergency room, a nurse comes quickly with a wheelchair. they find you a birthing room as a nurse starts to ask Wayne questions.

How far along is she?

Is she on any medication?

"Ask me.' Y/n sits up, looking at the nurse.

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you not the father?"

"No!" Both of you shout at the same time.

"I'm-"

"Grandpa, He's the baby' grandpa." The nurse nods, looking over to you.

"Alright, if you can lift your legs on the stirrups, I'll check your dialation." You nod as Wayne comes to your side, he asks you a silent question.

Want me to go? You shake your head, he's the only one here and you'd rather not do it alone.

"Alright, you are six centimeters dilated." Your eyes widen, only four? you need to dilate four more inches?

"How long?"

"It differs from patient to patient, Ma'am."

Another nurse comes into the room, "You have a call, it's transferred to your phone."

Wayne hands you the phone.

"Eddie?"

"Sweetheart?"

"Hey."

"Are you alright?"

"Are you kidding, I'm getting ready to push out your baby and you aren't here."

"right, sorry. I'm about to get onto a flight, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"You better or I will be so pissed at you."

"I know, baby"

"Please hurry."

"I will, I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Eds."

Eddie asks if he can talk to Wayne so you hand the phone to him, just in time for another contraction, Eddie can hear it through the phone, he feels a tear roll down his eye in this empty airport.

That's how your night turns, for three hours, Wayne never leaving your side, telling you to squeeze as hard as you want. You do, you feel bad, but you do. "Alright, Mrs. Munson, you're at nine centimeters."

"Can I push? Please can I push." You can't even hear Wayne's words of encouragement in this moment, you see the doctor shake her head, as she says something, "I change my mind! I don't want to do this! He's supposed to be here!"

There's tears running down your cheek. You had received your Epidural Block two hours ago, you still felt the pain, but right now all you were feeling was the absence of someone who is supposed to be in this room, right now.

“Alright Ma’am, take a deep breath and push for me.” You do as she says, Wayne squeezes your hand. You can finally hear everything around you again, you can also hear the heavy footsteps in the halls.

A doctor hurries in followed by a frantic looking Eddie, you sigh in relief as he makes his way towards you. He kisses your forehead and takes a hold of your hand.

“Another breath and push.” The doctor speaks again, you do, looking at Eddie as you do, you’re so beyond grateful he got here in time.

“One more.” You have tears running down your cheek as you give it your all, you collapse back onto the bed once you’ve done your best, that’s when you hear it. The soft wailing of a child.

“Congratulations, It’s a girl.” Eddie smiles down at you, brushing stray hairs away from your face as he kisses your head once again.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” The nurse hands you the baby and you hold her on your chest as eddie’ hand grazes her little arms. Wayne is sitting in the chair next to the bed as he also smiles at you.

Eddie and you both make eye contact, you have decided on both a name for a girl and a boy.

Eddie of course said, ‘if it’s a boy we have to name him edward jr.’

‘Eds, there is no Edward sr.’ because no one ever calls him Edward

After a split second, you mutter together, “Melanie.”

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