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kurtie4life96 · 1 year

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when the party's over.

E.M. x F Reader drabble

Summary: That night in the Upside Down changed everything between you and Eddie.

CW: MDNI 18+, extreme angst, (soft) smut, mentions of drinking, smoking, arguing, injuries, dialogue taken from season 4

Loosely based on the song by Billie Eilish.

"Oh my god, Eddie!"

"Pretty bad, huh?" He sputtered, his hair matted with blood and dirt as you held the back of his head.

"No, no you're fine, we just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?" Your voice cracked as panic gripped every muscle in your body.

"Okay."

You tried to lift him up, tried to get his bloodied body off the cold ground, but he'd grunted in pain, dead weight, too heavy to carry, so you tore your shirt, frantically trying to stop the bleeding from his neck, but it was no use.

There was a moment of silence between you two, the only noise in the background from demobats and other unholy creatures in their habitat of the Upside Down.

An ominous, dreadful feeling settled itself in your stomach as you looked at his brutalized body in horror- pieces of him bitten off all over his legs, arms, sides, and neck as he lied in a pool of his own blood, motionless.

Reality only settled in more when his glossed over eyes turned to look at you, and he smiled- a type of smile that without words, told you he wasn't going to make it.

"I think it's my year now," Eddie's voice shook as he choked out more blood, a smile still on his face, "I think it's finally my year."

"Eddie, no, please..." you quietly sobbed, pleading with him, holding him as close as you could without hurting him further, hot tears rolling down your cold cheeks.

"I love you." He confessed, his body beginning to shudder uncontrollably beneath yours.

"I love you too, Eddie," you assured your dearest friend through sobs, "I'll always love you."

It'd been 5 months since Eddie Munson died in your arms.

It'd also been 5 months since Eleven found the two of you, and restarted his heart, saving his life.

Eddie had healed from his injuries, went on to graduate, and, of course, flipped Principal Higgins off.

He'd also told you, over time, that he meant what he said when he'd told you he loved you.

You told him you meant it too. Yet, you also told him that you couldn't be together.

It was too risky, too dangerous to start something romantic with a friend, when there was a possibility you could lose him again, or he could lose you. The fight with Vecna wasn't over.

The two of you had argued about it numerous times, and as much as you wanted to be with him, be something more than friends, you were just too damn scared.

Eddie eventually said he understood, after months of trying to convince you otherwise, because you wouldn't let up. But this also caused a rift between you two.

Anytime you were around each other, there would be this strong tension in the air, this push and pull, and by refusing to do anything about it, you'd eventually distanced yourselves from each other.

You thought that you would go numb, that your feelings for Eddie would eventually subside, but it was sure taking an awfully long time.

And you missed him more than anything. But his presence was too overwhelming for you. The event that took place was too traumatic for you to even converse with him.

Trauma is just funny like that.

And now here you were, 5 months later, at someone's house party that you didn't even know the name of.

Music boomed throughout the fairly large house, a giant crowd of belligerent teenagers and young adults scattered throughout it.

Everyone was dancing obnoxiously, shouting, doing shots and shotgunning beers. Well, everyone except for you and Robin.

The two of you stood in the corner of the living room people watching, sipping on a red solo cup of a mixed drink like the usual wallflowers you were, snickering and making fun of everyone.

You were dressed similarly- tank top, flannel, and high waisted shorts, a perfect outfit for a warm August evening.

"Check out Tammy Thompson's moves," you giggled, leaning against Robin's shoulder.

"Oh my god."

She put a hand up to her face and hung her head low with secondhand embarassment, before the two of you bursted into laughter, stomachs hurting and pushing each other back and forth, before Robin's laughter stopped abruptly.

"What, what happened?" You chuckled, still smiling at her.

"Look," she whispered, a sense of urgency in her voice.

You glanced over to where she stared, to find Eddie Munson on the other side of the room, gazing at you with soft eyes, a kind grin on his face, seemingly amused with your good mood.

Your smile slowly faded and your heart dropped, going silent, and his did too, his gaze hardening before he looked away quickly, averting his eyes back to the group of teenagers he'd previously been speaking with.

"Shit," you murmured under your breath, staring into your cup and fiddling with the straw.

"I wish you guys would just talk, or fuck, or something," Robin emphasized, taking a sip of her drink.

"Yeah, right," you scoffed playfully, raising your eyebrows, refusing to look back up at him, "shoulda known he'd be at a party, selling weed or whatever it is he's doing now."

"Go talk to him," she suggested, shoving her shoulder against yours, "this is stupid. You love each other."

"I can't, Robin, I just can't," you reasoned with her, though your heart ached, "everytime I see him, I just... see him die all over again... plus, I've been drinking, probably not a good idea."

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. You've had one drink. Neither of you are leaving Hawkins anytime soon. You can either stare at each other like creeps forever, or you can just clear the air."

She motioned her head for you to look at him, and you sighed, slowly averting your eyes back to Eddie to find him observing you once again.

His throat bobbed, studying your body language cautiously as you continued to stare back, taking note of his furrowed eyebrows, pursed lips, and long dark curls.

Damn it.

"Fine," you groaned, keeping eye contact with him, "but it's not gonna change anything."

You began to trek through the sea of the intoxicated crowd towards the backyard, knowing well that Eddie would get the hint and follow after you.

"Yay!" Robin exclaimed, "Love you! Be good! Hey, Tammy!"

You opened the sliding glass door and walked outside, not bothering to close it behind you as you knew Eddie would be out momentarily.

You stood on the back deck, arms crossed as you peered off into the night sky. Your stomach was doing backflips in anticipation- no- nervousness as you awaited his presence, counting the seconds as they went by.

11 seconds and you heard a couple of heavy footsteps behind you, the door gently slide shut, and a couple more steps walking towards you.

With a sharp inhale and exhale, you turned around, arms still crossed and took in the heartbreaking sight before you.

Eddie Munson.

He stared at you, hands in his pockets, a melancholy, yet empathetic look in his eyes, and you looked down to your feet, shuffling them back and forth, unsure of what to say.

Another moment passed before he asked, "Cigarette?"

Another moment passed before you answered in a flat voice, "Sure."

He handed you one, putting another between his lips, lighting the tip of his before using the same flame to light yours as you leaned forward into it, taking a long drag and giving him a small nod of appreciation.

"So," he exhaled, "what're we doing out here?"

"Robin." You blew out smoke, flicking your cigarette constantly in an anxious manner.

Eddie nodded, "Figures."

"Mhm," You nodded back, focusing on anything but him, until you felt that same tension, that same push and pull feeling crawling back towards you.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing," he flicked his cigarette, his lips curling into a smile, "just that I figured you wouldn't talk to me unless someone told you to."

You frowned, looking to your feet again and your chest tightened, "That's not true."

"Yeah, it is," he chuckled sarcastically, "I mean, you avoid me at all fucking costs-"

"Stop it," you demanded, now scowling at him, "you act like I hate you-"

"No, it's fine," he interrupted, a shit eating grin on his face as he leaned back nonchalantly, "everyone hates me. I hate me, too. It's alright."

"Eddie," you looked at him with disbelief, "that is absolutely not true, I-"

"You what?" He took a step forward to you now, peering down at you, "you, what? Love me?"

You stared into him, faces now inches apart, feeling provoked, "You know I do."

"Yeah, right," he laughed, throwing his arms up in the air, voice getting louder, "that's why you just love to be around me, you know it's not my fault what happened-"

"Eddie," you warned quietly, "let me speak."

"Oh, so now, now all the sudden you've got so much to say? Are you fucking kidding me? Jesus christ, pick a way to be-"

"Let. Me. Talk!" You raised your voice, instantly feeling bad for it, but stood your ground anyway.

He let out a small laugh of disbelief, staring into your eyes, before he leaned back again, taking another puff of his cigarette, motioning for you to continue.

"Let me talk, please, okay?" You sighed.

He nodded impatiently, only making you angrier.

"Eddie, I love you. And I'm so fucking scared to lose you," tears prodded at your eyes now, "I know what happened wasn't your fault. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's my fault. And I feel it, and I relive the experience everytime I look at you. I've learned what it's like to lose you, and I am fucking terrified that I will again. I could lie, I could say I like it like this-"

You choked back a sob, earning a concerned look from Eddie's face, "Wait, hold on, it's not your fault either, don't say that-"

"Stop interrupting me!" You cried, tears rolling hot over your cheeks now, "I can't be with you the way you want me to, the way I want to, because I don't want to be in love with you, plan some kind of future with you, only to lose you again, or for you to lose me. So please, stop doing this to me!"

"I love you!" He shouted as he lunged towards you, his face turning red, curled up in pain as he attempted to hold yours, "I love you so much that it fucking hurts, and I can't do this, I'll never be able to look at you, and not love you-"

You took a step back, swatting Eddie's hands away, "Please, let me let you go. I can't do this. I can't keep telling you the same thing- I'm fuckin outta here-"

You shoved your way past him, opening the back door and storming aimlessly through the crowd.

"Hey!" Robin yelled at you, "where are you going?"

"I've got a ride," you lied, not bothering to make eye contact as you head out the front door, starting your journey home on foot.

You sobbed as you walked down the streets, not even knowing if you were headed the right direction, mascara staining your face as you stumbled and stopped every few steps to catch your breath, the emotional pain becoming physical as you leaned over to gasp, an even deeper sob from the last leaving your chest each time.

"Nothing's better sometimes," you tried to reassure yourself that you were doing the right thing as you trekked down the dark streets of Hawkins.

Normally you would feel scared, worried that you were walking home alone in the middle of the night, knowing what monstrosities could be around you and even underneath you, but not this time. This time, that was the last thing on your mind. And the first thing on your mind was Eddie.

Eddie. Oh, how you loved that boy so god damn much, it ached every bone in your body. All you wanted to do was be with him, more than anything, but it was just too risky. Too risky to be with him, only for him to lose you, or for you to lose him again.

You wondered if you even were making the right decision, that if that stupid saying, 'it's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all' was really true. But it was surely too late now. That argument, that fight felt like the last one. The one you couldn't come back from.

You'd only walked about 10 minutes before you heard a vehicle slowly pull up next to you, making you stop in your tracks.

You tried to compose yourself, catch your breath, your heart threatening to jump out of your chest before you turned towards it, knowing damn well what and who it was.

You slowly looked over to see Eddie, sitting in his van, his engine running and his window rolled down.

Time slowed down for you now, the world outside, the night pausing, coming to a halt around you while you stared at him, your makeup now a sorry mess on your face, as he said the simple words you didn't even know you so desperately needed, his voice stern, but his face soft and kind.

"Get in."

Your crying stopped, and you continued to gaze at him for a moment, trying to grasp the situation in front of you, before you easily agreed, not saying a word to him as you walked to the passenger side door, opened it, got in and sat down, putting your seat belt on as you hiccuped.

"Cigarette?" Eddie asked you, not looking at you, his eyes only on the road, though he hadn't started driving yet.

You nodded, your hands on your lap, only keeping your gaze directly on the lit up gravel in front of you.

Eddie put a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and then passing it to you before he lit his own, shifting his van into gear and speeding off.

Neither of you spoke as he drove through the red lights of Hawkins in a rush to get home, the radio not even turned on as you sat in blissful silence, a mutual, comforting understanding between the two of you that no more words needed to be spoken, it just simply wasn't necessary.

You had long finished your cigarette by the time he turned into the trailer park, shutting off his headlights as he pulled in front of his home, parking his van and turning it off, pulling the keys out as you clicked off your seat belt, and the two of you sat in silence a moment longer.

Eddie glanced at you for a beat, his gaze unfocused and dark before opening his door and getting out, walking over to the passenger side and opening it for you, reaching a helping hand towards you to help you get out.

You followed him up the steps of his trailer as he fumbled with his keys, then unlocking the front door and stepping inside, grabbing your arm and yanking you inside the dark of his home before you could walk in yourself, slamming the door.

Everything happened fast, as you expected.

Eddie pushed you against the front door as quickly as you pulled him into you, his soft lips finding yours easily, kissing you as hard as he could, his hands cradling the side of your face as you raked your hands through his hair and pulled him into you, humming with relief into each other's mouths.

The kiss broke, only for the both of you to sigh a blissed out swear as you surged forward again, each rough kiss feeling like a 'what if', 'why not', 'fuck it', 'this should have happened sooner'.

His hands snaked up your waist, shirt lifted, calloused hands wide and hot across your ribs. You pushed up into him more when Eddie slipped his tongue along your bottom lip, deepening the kiss, softly moaning into it as you licked into each other's mouths feverishly, desperately, and there was an ache in your heart that felt like he still wasn't close enough.

You tugged on his hair, earning a groan from him, your name leaving his lips with a drawn out whisper.

The action made your body relax into his and your knees fell apart for him, inviting him to put his leg between them, the friction of his pants against your clothed heat making you gasp softly as Eddie slid off his infamous jacket in a hurry, hastily pressing his lips against yours again as he pulled off your flannel, needy hands now smoothing up and down bare arms.

His hands roamed down to your ass as you embraced desperately, lifting you up and pressing you against the wall harder, making you yelp, as he kissed down your neck, sucking a light bruise there, another one on your collarbone when you let out the prettiest sigh he'd ever heard.

Eddie needed more, his voice rasping swears as he carried you to his bedroom, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, kissing against his neck, and he pressed you into the messy sheets of his bed, his lips still soft and probing, sighing in solace as if to say, 'finally'.

But then he pulled back, sitting before you, his lips swollen from yours as he gazed at you, and you reached your arms out to him, a sudden stinging of tears in your eyes, quietly whining for more.

"It's okay, I got you babe, don't worry," Eddie reassured you softly, peeling his shirt off of himself, then pulling you up by your arms to pull your tank top off and unhook your bra in a hurry, throwing the garments to the side and he leaned into you again, kissing the tears off of your face before they could come running down.

He sucked on your bottom lip hungrily, and you whined, reaching between you to grab at his belt, a pretty whimper leaving your lips as you tugged at it wantonly, making him hiss.

You were begging, pleading with him, 'more, please, more,' in a small voice that drove Eddie absolutely mad, his hard length straining against his torn jeans, all for you.

He cursed to himself in a hushed voice, biting his lip and sighing heavily, and he gave in, taking his belt off and tugging his pants down his legs frantically, leaning back with a sigh of relief as his rather large length was free.

"C'mere," you insisted, reaching for him, wanting to touch him, wanting to smooth your hands along the scars in his sides that you never got a chance to care for, but Eddie shushed you, placing a kiss to the side of your knee to comfort you as he saw you were overwhelmed.

"Just want you," his voice low and husky as he fumbled with the button of your shorts before he paused, his eyes heavy and half lidded, "that okay?"

"Please. Want you too," you whined, arching your lower abdomen into his hand, motioning for him to hurry.

Eddie unbuttoned them in a frenzy, pulling your zipper down and sliding your shorts and panties down your legs, tossing them aside.

He had to lean back and take a moment, his eyes hungry and dark, his lips slightly agape as he took in the full sight of you, and cursed to himself at how pretty you looked.

He gazed at you and then your heat, groaning and praising you for how wet you were when he slid two fingers along your folds, his thumb grazing over your clit, trying to contain himself from absolutely ruining you.

You keened at his touch, grinding into his hand and he bit his lip at your reaction, spreading your knees farther apart for more access as he dipped a finger inside of you easily.

You gasped at the action, and Eddie quickly dipped in a second finger, curling and thrusting them in and out of you languid, gazing in wonder, getting impossibly harder by the second.

"Eddie," you rasped, "I need you. I love you."

He pulled his fingers out and crowded into you then, his hand sprawled messy but gentle along your throat and jaw, kissing and licking into your mouth deeply, moaning into each other as he lined himself up with your entrance.

You brought your knees up to your sides, caging him in, and he pressed a hand into the pillow next to you, hovering over you as you rested a hand against his scarred chest as he pushed into you.

You both let out a gasp of each other's names and expletives as your slick made it easy for him to push all the way into you, bottoming out, and Eddie gave you a moment to get used to the feeling, the pad of his thumb gently stroking your cheek, and curled his hand under your knee, lifting it up over his shoulder before he pulled out slowly, and pushed into you again.

He set a slow but sensual, deep pace and as much as you wanted more, it felt amazing, the both of you panting softly, cheeks flushed and skin slick with sweat, clutching the sheets of his bedding as he pushed in and out you, his lips kissing lazily against your own as you pushed against his thrusts, hitting the spot you so desperately needed.

Eddie picked up the pace, and with the stuttering of his hips, you knew that he was already getting close, understandably so, as you were too, a result from the want- the need from each other you needed for so long, and you couldn't wait anymore, not when he stretched out your walls so perfectly, when he felt so deep, so amazing.

When your walls squeezed against him, his hips snapped and Eddie cursed, his jaw slack as the both of you moaned in ecstacy.

"Jesus christ," his voice was hoarse between thrusts, "you can't do that, I'm not gonna last long."

"Me neither," you mumbled as he continued to massage your inner walls, the curls of his hair tickling your face.

You nearly cried out when he gripped your hip tightly, sure to leave a bruise, and he couldn't help himself anymore, not when you looked so pretty, not when you felt so good.

Eddie bit back a moan, sinking his teeth into your knee as he spilled himself inside you, his hips stuttering as you followed closely behind, your walls gripping him and pulsing as your orgasm took ahold of you, your lower tummy blooming deliciously as he rocked into you through each other's highs.

His hips finally stilled, and his body went limp into yours, the both of you panting against each other, his head in the crook of your neck, pressing sloppy, loving kisses along the side of your face, smoothing stray hair strands away from your forehead.

He pulled out of you and you whimpered, but Eddie was quick to catch your lips, swallowing the sound and he kissed you passionately, before tumbling next to you, pulling your slick body into his, limbs entangled, trying to get impossibly close.

"I love you," he whispered against your lips, eyes closed, "and you're never gonna lose me. Okay?"

Tears prodded your eyes, and you nodded eagerly, smoothing your hands up and down his scarred sides, not knowing if it was true, but you smiled anyways.

"I love you too."

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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I've had this little thought of like reader and eddie dating but never having the chance to have sex bc of what happened to him in the upside down. Reader is taking care of him after he was attacked. He some how convinces her to have sex bc she kept telling he has to wait until he is completely healed. When she caves she has to keep telling him to take it easy and coaxing him bc he's whimpering. He's in so much pain but she also feels so good he just wants to let loose and fuck her but he can't and he's got tears coming down his face. He's frustrated bc this is their first as a couple having sex and he wants her to feel good. Basically what I'm saying is I like my men a little to be a little whimpery and feeling kinda pathetic. But also poor eddie.

Bestie MY HEART!

This was fun to write keep them coming!!!

18++ mentions of sex! (Obviously lol)

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Im thinking its around a month or 2 after he comes back, still bandaged up (we all know Eddie would rip his stitches on several occasions trying to do stuff by himself rather than bother you or his friends.)

Coming back from that made him realize how much he truly loves you and he just wants nothing more than to show you.

You protest him fiercely on the subject, saying that yes you are ready and of course you want to be with him in that way, but he HAS to heal first.

Of course our boy just furiously pouts about it, constantly puppy eyeing you and making you feel bad. One day, while you are changing his bandages and checking on his progress (is that a blown stitch SIR?) He gets surprised by you laying a ton of kisses all the way down his tummy.

His body is on absolute fire and he grabs your hair to pull you up for a kiss. Things escalate from there, he pulled your your shirt over your head, and is caressing your ass, pressing your core down on his erection.

"Eddie" you moan, knowing damn well he's not going down with out a fight.

"PLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEAAAAAASSSSEEEE" he begs, desperate and needy to feel you.

"Please baby, you have no idea how bad I need this, I literally can't take it anymore" he whines, bucking his hips into you.

You let out a long sigh before running your fingers through his curls and saying "okay, but I see you in any pain we are sto..." you are cut off by Eddie flipping the two of you so that he is now towering above you, wide lustful grin on his face.

Once he gets inside of you his brain short circuits at how you feel. You clench against his length in a way that weakens his stability above you. His arms wobble slightly as he slowly pushes in and out of you.

The urge he has to let loose and fuck you in an animalistic manor is great, but he can already feel the intense pain from the wounds on his sides.

Each thrust causes him to let out a slightly louder whimper, tears pooling in his eyes.

"Eddie" you start to say before he puts his hand over your mouth

You can see him grimace in pain, but you know the pleasure you are both experiencing is far more important to him in the moment, so you just let him fuck you, incredibly slowly, and extremely sensually.

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prettyboy-like-you · 2 years

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🏴‍☠️ eddie the banished 🏴‍☠️

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spider-quinn · 7 months

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Hello Fall (Eddie’s Version) 🖤🧡🍁

Please give it a like if u save, use, or just like it 🎃

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manic-eddie · 2 years

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I made myself laugh so hard making this 😭😭

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fallen-stark · 2 years

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body / e. munson

pairing: metalhead!eddie x fem!reader

summary: eddie gets caught up in the tour life, but soon realizes that a rockstar's life can get lonely without a certain someone's touch.

tags: angst but with a happy ending, a blurb of smut (mdni), overstimulation, p in v, raw doggin (like i do life), eating out, eddie being a not nice word but making it up at the end, shorter than eddie reader

word count: 2.5k

a/n: requests are open! i need something to do this weekend so let me write your dreamy dreams and make them come true. please listen to body by sinaed harnett! it helps sent the mood.

i'll give you my body, just don't tell nobody

"fuck, ed- eddie!"

sweaty limbs tangled together, eddie stilled his hips as he hit the bundle of nerves that made you lose your mind. "you like that, sweetheart?"

"yes- oh my god, yes!"

i'll give you my body

the coldness of his rings contradicted his body's warmth as he hovered over you, his hands locked on your calves- pulling them as far apart as you could take, he drove his hips into you. feeling nothing but euphoric bliss as you tightened around him, his soft moans in your ear edging you closer and closer until you couldn't take anymore.

'cause being without you is impossible

every time eddie pushed you to the edge, you swore you saw stars. your orgasm made you feel fireworks go off in your heart and on certain days, with eyes locked, you were always a millisecond away from telling eddie you were in love with him.

i'd rather be with you and be vulnerable

body limp, the cold hotel room felt empty yet his large frame lingered in your bedroom while you watched him gather his clothes, putting them on without a single glance at you.

the frown resting upon your face was noticeable but he never looked at you and he never stayed after.

eddie munson filled the empty space in your bed almost every night. many times he would crawl in, whatever intoxicant that night flowing through his veins, and just lay beside you only wanting the comforting touch you provided. other times he would climb in, high as a kite, and hold you close while he made you forget that you told yourself you were done.

you never were done. not with him. he consumed your entire being ever since the first night you watched him and his band play in small hawkins, indiana.

but you deserved better.

and you knew this.

the door closed with a loud thud, ultimately shaking you from your trance. you wouldn't have noticed the tears flowing from your eyes if the teardrop didn't land gracefully on your hand. slowly sitting up, you wiped your eyes.

this would be the last time- the last night.

"are you sure you want to do this, y/n? it's the middle of the tour," eddie's manager asked as he directed the stage crew on where certain objects needed to be placed in order for tonight's show to run smoothly.

i pretend to my friends in the meantime

"yeah, i just have some family stuff happening back home. i want to be there if shit hits the fan, you know?" you lied, your arms crossed as your index finger tapped against your skin.

joe looked at you, your expression told him all he needed to know- you were serious. "okay," he finalized, sighing. "but after tonight if you ever want to come back at any time, you let me know. okay, kid?"

smiling, you gave him a big hug. joe was like a father to you. he treated the entire crew as if they were his own children. he knew that life happens and it was how we got through it that mattered.

pulling away from the 6'6 giant, you told him you were going to get ready for your last night. you were slightly surprised at joe being completely okay with the fact you wanted to leave the tour, but you also knew that tonight was the marker of a two week break which would allow him enough time to find someone to take your spot as the opener for corroded coffin.

there, you stood in front of eddie's hotel room. your heart was beating fast. should you tell him? you should tell him. would he even care?

before you could register your body's movements, heart making the decision for you. your hand came in contact with the door, knocking three times before pulling your hand away and fidgeting with your fingers.

then she answered the door.

her hair was long and blonde, her blue eyes had oceans that consumed them. "hey," she smiled at you. "what's up?"

"oh, i- i think i have the wrong room?"

and as if the angels decided to play games with you, eddie came out of the bathroom- fully nude. towel in hand as he dried his hair from a shower he just got out of.

your breath hitched as you realized that you were, in fact, standing outside the right room and eddie was, in fact, messing around with someone else.

"i'm sorry, i- i didn't mean to intrude," you muttered as eddie came up to the door, his modesty covered by the towel that was used to dry his hair.

"yeah. maybe next time, don't," he said before closing the door. there you stood, like an idiot, still facing the closed door.

the numbness you felt was crushing. "did he really slam the door in your face?" your bass player asked as she put a fry in her mouth.

there was about an hour and a half before you all had to be back at the center.

or they'll tell me that i'm a fool

"i told you not to get involved with him," your drummer hummed as he took another bite of his burger.

your appetite was gone. if you had decided to eat before it was time for your band to perform then you were sure you would vomit every piece of burger and bun on that stage.

"yeah. tell me about it," you muttered as you sipped your water. "it's like we haven't been messing around for the last six months."

but I wouldn't be able to feel love if it wasn't for breaking rules

your friends told you to not get involved with eddie, saying it was only going to be the cause of you leaving the tour and here you were, leaving the tour.

maybe fueling the fire means i'm definitely crazy

as the van pulled into the venue, you were the last to leave the vehicle. once you stepped out of the car, you met the gaze of the man who slammed the door in your face. holding a cigarette in between his lips, he looked mesmerizing.

you told yourself that you shouldn't be hurt by his actions considering you both weren't anything but fuck buddies- and even then 'buddies' was pushing it.

but damn did he look good.

guess i'm willing to burn if you're the one who comes to save me

eddie munson was going to be the downfall of you. the way his eyes burned the side of your figure. you felt every glance, every linger- his bandmates questioning him why he was so distracted that night before the concert.

and the thought it chases me around every day

the first time you both started your little fling was in indianapolis. it was the way his stare intoxicated you to the point where his small touches around your waist to walk past you only fueled your active imagination.

that night the way he played his guitar during the set, made you think of the way his fingers could please you.

"eddie, please. i- i can't," you moaned as his fingers kept working their magic. the way they fit so perfectly in your pussy made you drip more.

"yes, you can. just one more, babygirl, one more," he whispered as his tongue found its way to your clit. you let out a soft moan, watching him eat you like you were his last meal.

that you're dangerous, but i can't resist in any way

"i need you."

"i know you do," he whispered above you, his hands slowly caressing your waist. goosebumps blossoming throughout your skin by his cold touch.

"i'll, give, you, my, body," you sang into the mic. the drums and guitars hum filling your ears as your eyes closed thinking about the way his hands touched your body.

"just, don't, tell, nobody," you emphasized the latter as your hand trailed down your body, finally opening your eyes to see the lights shining on you. "i'll, give, you, my body."

"'cause being without you is impossible," you harmonized before turning your head to the right side of the stage, meeting eye contact with eddie, "i'd rather be with you and be vulnerable."

the atmosphere felt electric, almost like the two of you were by yourselves. "familiar choreography, silence synchronicity..."

eyes locked with his. you knew what you were doing with your hand as it slithered its way up the curve of your breast, your neck, cheek, and through your hair. "only you take all of me."

the suitcases sat beside your hotel room door, ready for your departure in the early morning. joe had taken the initiative to ensure you had a plane ride back home. your band had stopped by an hour ago to say their goodbyes to you, some tears shed. then some of the crew members that you were close with also stopped by to ensure you knew that 'no one would be as cool of an opener as you were'.

yet every time a knock presented itself on your door, you hoped and wished you would be met with brown eyes.

but after an hour of waiting, he still didn't come.

you lay in your hotel bed, taking in your last night with everyone. you were sad that you were leaving the tour, your friends, eddie..

your heart skipped a beat as you lay there, hoping- wishing that he would just show. to tell you that he had feelings for you too. that it wasn't just in your head.

knock, knock, knock.

with a soft sigh, you made your way to the door. it was a quarter past two in the morning- who was even up at this hour?

gareth.

"hi. sorry, i know it's late," his hands were shoved in his jean pockets as he stood in front of you. "i just wanted to wish you luck."

a smile graced your face at his kindness for taking time to stop by and tell you bye. "thank you, gareth. it means a lot," you gave him a small hug before the two of you said your goodbye's.

you settled back into your bed, trying to get comfortable.

knock, knock, knock.

you let out a huff. all you wanted at this point was to sleep for your flight in the morning. opening the door once again, you came face-to-chest with the only person you've been waiting for.

"why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

your eyebrows furrowed at that being the first thing he said to you, "excuse me?"

"i said-"

"no, i know what you said," you crossed your arms as you stared up at the man. "if my memory serves me correctly, i tried to."

it was his turn to huff. "when?"

"when you slammed the door in my face."

"i didn't-"

he stopped, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks. his face softening. "i'm sorry, y/n, i didn't mean to..." he trailed off.

was he serious? he just didn't mean to slam a heavy hotel room door in your face? a centimeter away from giving you a clean 'bop' on your nose. you frowned, "you didn't mean to slam the door in my face to resume whatever you were doing with your fling?"

"my fling?"

"i don't know who she is, eddie, and truthfully, i don't know why you're here... so, if you don't mind? i have a flight to catch in the morning," you stated as you began to close the door but the man was too fast.

before you could say no, eddie was in your hotel room. the door closing behind him. "eddie-"

"no, let me talk."

you sighed and went to sit at the edge of your bed, ultimately too tired to argue with him.

"do you remember that one time you fell asleep right after we had sex?" he questioned.

"yeah, and then after you were nowhere to be found?"

"yeah- sorry about that," he muttered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

eddie munson had never had a girlfriend or a real one at that. he had a couple of flings here and there but once he met you- they didn't matter. the woman he had in his room earlier that day was an old friend from his previous tour, and, well, very much gay. in fact, she had given eddie a whole speech when he slammed the door in your face. she told him that if he didn't get his ducks in a row, he was going to lose you. and, after hearing from gareth that you were leaving that next morning while you were performing... he didn't know what to do. he just knew he couldn't lose you.

"anyways, do you remember?"

"yes, i do but why exactly does this pertain to-"

"you drooled on me."

"i- what?!"

"you drooled on me."

embarrassment flooded your face, your cheeks immediately turning red. no wonder why he wasn't there the next morning or never stayed the night. you salivated all over the poor man.

"it was cute."

"i don't think... i don't think that's cute, eds."

his heart skipped a beat when you said his nickname. he had been called that before, yeah, but it was the way it rolled off your tongue so effortlessly like you had been saying every life he found you in.

"would you just listen to me?"

"fine," you grumbled.

"it was cute. like..." he took a deep breath. "like i wouldn't mind having you drool on me every night, or hell, even you- with me- every night."

"i just- fuck, why is this so hard?" he mumbled. you let out a small laugh before grabbing his hand and bringing him to sit at the edge of the bed with you.

"i guess what i'm trying to say is that the last few times we've... you know, canoodled. i've wanted to stay. i wanted to pull you close and kiss your forehead and tell you stupid shit like 'i love you' but i just just..."

i love you.

every kiss, every embrace, and every moment intertwined with one another had led up to this very moment... as if your souls knew that the both of you were destined to be together, but too stubborn to admit it.

he continued to ramble on, confessing everything he wanted to say to you the last few months. but finally, he stopped. looking at you... waiting for you to say anything. just one word. a simple no, or yes, to let him know where your mind was at.

and so, you kissed him, with every fiber of your entity being lit up by a thousand fireworks. you kissed him. your lips united as if aphrodite fabricated your love herself.

and she did.

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• NOT UNTIL I SAY •

pairing: eddie munson x (she/her) reader

summary: punishment? what did you do wrong? hm... you’re sure eddie will let you know.

warnings: 18+ content, minors dni, adult language; the smuts and the fluffs, mention of dwugs, dom eddie + sub reader (”daddy”), delayed gratification, boobie play, biting, choking, tickles, masturbation (fem&male), watching kink, pet names, a splash of violence, “bitch” used, etc.

word count: ~6.9k

• stories of eddie munson series •

note: part four! thank you all so much for joining me on this journey! most importantly, i appreciate your patience with this part. i hope this was worth the wait! i am so thankful and grateful for all of you! please continue to follow along as i send out updates for some upcoming posties! i'm looking forward to what you think!

Eddie laughs, a hand against his forehead. You watch his beauty as he lays atop of you, after such an incredible act of pleasure. “God, how did I get so lucky?” Eddie says. Before you had the chance to process his sweet words, something quickly shifted within him. He rushes you. His hand now on your neck. He lands on top of you, some of his weight leaning into his grasp. He squeezes the sides of your neck. You feel lightness as you slightly gasp for a breath.

Eddie leans closer to your lips. His teeth gritting as he hisses, “Are you ready for your punishment, y/n?” Nervous giggles escape from your lips. The tightness of your neck making them sound a lot deeper than you attended. “Are you laughing at me, y/n?” Eddie says, his eyes squinting and a smirk appearing on his cheeks. “N-no,” you attempt to whisper. He devilishly smiles, with some darkness behind his eyes. It doesn’t scare you. In fact, you’re excited to see the real him. You prepare yourself for whatever he’s going to throw at you. Eddie was absolute perfection. Anything he plans to do to you will be met with a sincere ‘thank you.’

Eddie gives you one more squeeze, slightly slowing the blood flow to your brain. Leaving you with a lightheaded buzz. As you gasp, he mimics you with a nodding of the head. “Y/n,” he said with a soft whisper. “You’re mine.” Suddenly, he lifts his hands from your neck. Sucking in a deep breath, your eye brows furrow in both sadness and confusion. Without even realizing it, your bottom lip gives out a hell of a pout. “Oh baby, just you wait,” Eddie said, lowering himself back onto you. He tugs on your belt loops. As your hips raise, you feel your back arch. Eddie quickly takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around your torso. The warmth and tightness of his embrace leaving you with absolute happiness and a sense of safety. In an attempt to embrace him as well, your legs close around his torso.

Eddie leaves beautiful, soft kisses beginning at the end of your ribcage and down your stomach. Your body involuntarily curls as his lips and subtle stubble leave you ticklish. As he reaches your pants, he begins to unhook your button. Each of his movements leaving you with hesitant laughter. Eddie chuckles alongside you, kissing and squeezing you. It is almost as though he is attempting to find each of your ticklish spots. Smiles and laughter abrupt between you both. Eddie leaves quick kisses across your body, especially onto your sides as they leave you more sensitive. “Eddie! Eddie!” You say, wiggling underneath him.

Eddie hushes you, a finger against his smile. He returns kisses towards your hips. He places his hands onto your jeans and begins to pull down slowly. You watch as his eyes widen at the sight of your lace panties. “Beautiful,” he says rubbing his thumb against the lace. A gasp rips through you in response to his touch. “Eddie,” you whisper looking down at him. He smirks. His chocolate eyes completely filling you with joy. With another tug, your jeans are at your knees - bare thighs completely exposed.

With a rush of passion, Eddie spreads your thighs. You run your hands through your hair, closing your eyes. A rising chin, your lips part slightly. Eddie smiles watching your body shift into a more comfortable position. He lays light kisses on your inner thighs. Another giggle escapes your lips. “Oh, you’re ticklish here too?” he says with a smirk. He continues to kiss you as your body tightens around him. His lips landing back and forth between legs. “Eddie, stop!” you yelp with a laugh as he continues to kiss you so softly that it leaves your body with a sensation of pins and needles. Your hands now in his waved hair. He continues to laugh deeply against your skin.

“I think I figured out your punishment, my love,” Eddie says with another kiss. You lift yourself onto your elbows, attempting to make eye contact with him. Not exactly something you’d like to hear when you’re completely vulnerable - yet you watch him in anticipation. He gives you one last sweet kiss, a kiss you would always hope for from this gentle boy. As he lifts his eyes towards you, he gives you a mischievous wink. He wraps his hands under your leg, squeezing tightly. He bares his teeth and takes a bite of your inner thigh. A scream breaks from your throat. The sensation is almost overwhelming. With an attempt to pull your leg from him, you feel his mouth sucking powerfully.

“Oh my god, Eddie!” you wail, your voice rising in pitch. Somehow his staggering bites give you both pleasure and pain. You suck in sharp breaths, attempting to focus your attention on his touch. Eddie laughs against his teeth. He squeezes your thigh intensely. He touches you with just the right amount of pressure and the right amount of pleasure. A quiet moan falls from your lips. Eddie pulls from your skin, a cupping sound left behind. You release a sweet mumble. Before you have the opportunity to land your eyes on his, he digs back in to a more sensitive part of your thigh. Your hand lands within his hair. You tightly pull against him. “You’re so soft, so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin.

Eddie rushes his bite against your other thigh. You let out another yelp, as though you were some how not expecting another intense kiss. He sucks on your thigh ever so slightly. He slowly lets his lips fall from you. A groan emerges from within. Why does he have to pull away? Letting out a deep breath, you caress his cheek. “Baby,” Eddie says gently. His eyes drawn to yours. He has never found himself in a more delightful place. “Kiss me?” you say looking down at him.

Eddie smiles and rushes up to you. His hands cupped around your face. The weight of his body, a nice pressure against your chest. All of him pressed against your inner thigh. Eddie gently places his lips onto yours. You fully welcome his affection and lean into the kiss, creating a balancing act between soft and firm. So much of you wanted to be fully enthralled with him. To give him everything you possibly could. He deserves all of you and, some how, more. You find yourself hoping to kiss him forever, hoping you will never have to stop. As your eyes begin to flutter, your tongue brushes against his lips. Eddie’s lips slightly part as he throws a hand deep within your hair.

As both of your tongues crash against each other, you feel your nails involuntarily digging into his back. The pleasure and joy from his touch leaving you completely serene. Your fingers begin to claw at his shirt, quickly pulling it over his shoulders. All you cared about was Eddie being completely naked and completely on top of you. Eddie, thankfully, supported you by raising his hands. You throw his shirt somewhere in his room. He looks immaculate.

Beginning at his waist, your eyes scan every inch of Eddie; hoping that you would never forget this moment. His maintained curls leading right up his happy trail, subtly dissipating below his belly button. His torso was smooth to the touch. You observe the strength he carries within his shoulders and pecks. His curly locks slowly brushing his chest. Following along, your eyes adore his chiseled and firm jawline. As your eye line lands near his face, you realize that Eddie has been watching you the entire time. A full length’s smile matching yours. He gently collapses onto you. Although appreciative of his care, you almost wished you had more time to just observe him. He rests on one of his elbows as he continues to push his fingers through your hair.

Eddie’s remaining hand gliding atop your waist and ribcage. The striped shirt fluttering just above it. His hand lands onto your breasts. The feel of your bra’s lace pulls his attention from your lips. He breathes deeply, looking back at his hand. A smile spreads across his face. His grip tightens, the pressure deep within your skin. Peering down, you watch as Eddie lowers himself to deliver the sweetest and softest kisses on your chest. Each kiss is a sort of energetic mixture between heaven, static electricity, adrenaline, and downright horniness. Often, you catch yourself gasping at his touch, with a small raise of your chin. While finding absolute joy in watching him, you place your hand through his compact curls.

With a careful pinch of his fingers, Eddie pulls down the lace and fully cups your breast. The feel of his warm hand hardens your nipple. A quick smirk on his face confirms that he feels it as well. Eddie’s kisses track closer and closer to your tit. You feel the tension build up within you. The tightness overwhelming in your chest. Almost as though you are going to pop. Your back begins to arch, eyes closing, moving your body and chest closer and closer to him. He adjusts his other hand to better support himself against your wiggling body. Eddie cannot help but stop his kisses and watch your body move for him. “C-can we take this off, Eddie?” you say, eyelids still shut. All of a sudden your bra is incredibly uncomfortable. You want it off, to be free.

Within the next second, Eddie leans back into a straddle on your waist. The quick movement leads you to open your eyes. His head nods as he bites his lips. He is concentrating so hard. You giggle to yourself, your hands playing with the sheets above you. His hands slowly wrap around your bra’s band, following the path to your back. He finally reaches the clasp. You are sure this is the ultimate “moment of truth” for him. Eddie takes a slow breath and pushes the two straps closer together. The act releasing the hooks from one another. He pulls back from you, a quick sigh of relief escapes him. Eddie stands tall, a smug look on his face.

A playful, yet impressed, smile appears on your face. “Wow,” you say softly with a low chuckle. Eddie smirks so hard that his plump lips became thin lines. “I know, right?” he says nonchalantly. “You must have had a lot of practice,” you say jokingly. He laughs aloud. “No, baby. Just a lot of research,” he says, moving his head back and forth in smooth infinity circles. His smile meeting yours as he leans back into you. A kiss so passionate you almost forget that you are about to be naked in front of a boy - no, not just any boy. Eddie fucking Munson. Hands slowly reach your shoulders. Fingers pulling the straps down to your sides. Eddie lifts your bra from your chest, he leans up so he can see all of you.

Your eyes watch his face with adoration. He looks over your hair, your eyes, smile, chest, breasts, stomach, and waist. Complete bliss and devotion resonating between you both. You are the most confident you have ever felt. You are beautiful. Not just because Eddie thinks so, but because now you know you are. Eddie takes an exaggerated sigh and bites his lip once more. “What are you going to do, baby?” you whisper, lifting your jaw ever so slightly and exposing your neck. A grin gradually forms on his lips.

While keeping his eyes fixed on yours, Eddie lowers himself once more onto you. His supple lips landing on your bosom. He begins with a few kisses. At this point, your eyelids automatically flutter to the feel of his soft, warm mouth. His hand lands on your other tit. Your hard nipple slightly being squeezed between two of his fingers. He then tracks his tongue down to your areola. Taking a few deep breaths, you feel your clit pulsing in response to his touch. Your hand cups his, tightening around him. Eddie traces large circles around your nipple. You release low moans, dopamine flooding your brain. He lowers his mouth onto your nipple, initially with just kisses but now leaning into more sucking. “Fuck,” you say under your breath. With that Eddie sucks a bit harder, his teeth now wrapping around your nipple. A gentle bite throws shocks throughout your body. A small squeal escaping your lips.

A new feeling, maybe even a desire, floods through you. A sudden rush of wanting him to feel all of you. You open your eyes and harshly grab onto his face. You pull him up from your chest and crash your lips onto him. Eddie matches your strength, pushing you into a world of absolute joy. Your tongues almost fighting against each other. Although you would love to spend the rest of your life kissing this man and doing absolutely nothing else, you pull back from his face. Your teeth latching onto his bottom lip, pulling it as you do. He lets out a quick shuttered breath. His eyes completely focused on you. “I want you, Eddie,” you say confidently, almost out of breath. “I need you - inside, baby.”

Eddie leans his forehead onto yours. You close your eyes, attempting to prepare yourself for him. But you hear a stern, “Tsk tsk tsk.” With eyes shot open, you watch Eddie with a confused expression. “Oh baby, as much as I would love to, we are not done with your punishment?” Your face now leans more into frustration. “We’re still doing that?” you giggle, pushing your head back to the sheets. Your palms press against your eyebrow bones. In the same movement, you brush your fingers through your hair and pull strands away from your face. Eddie laughs playfully, leaning back into his straddle. “Baby, you can’t touch me,” he says without remorse. Your eyebrows push together, your mouth gapes open. You raise your torso, resting on your hands placed behind you.

“Can you say that again? I must have misheard you,” you say with absolute shock displayed on your face. “You’re so cute,” Eddie mutters as he kisses your nose. He lifts himself off of your lap and stands at the edge of the bed. Slowly and calmly, he states, “You can’t touch me.” You chuckle dryly, scooting yourself to sit directly in front of him. “W-what does that mean?” you stutter with a serious tone. “It means: interlock your fingers, and hold your hands together on your lap. They don’t come undone unless I say,” he states with the same cool tone. With a deep breath, you ease the part of you that loves to be in control. You find yourself in a position where compliance is crucial. With a bit of an internal struggle, you follow his instructions and place your hands on your lap as the balls of your feet dig into the carpet floor.

Eddie smiles and softly says, “Good.” He slowly pulls his boxers down and off his body. You watch as his cock bounces right to his stomach. A sight that you’re realizing might be one of your favorites. It hanging slightly above your eye line. You straighten up, expecting round two. He smiles and places his hand on his cock. He walks a bit closer to you. His dick just a few inches from your face. You look up to his eyes, licking your lips, as you reach your hand around him. Eddie pulls away suddenly. “Not. Until. I. Say,” he says firmly. You gulp and interlock your fingers again, placing them gently onto your lap. He smiles and draws himself closer to you once again.

As he begins to rub his dick inches from your face, you find yourself unexpectedly struggling to remain still. The tops of your palms forcefully pushing into each other. The tips of your fingers turning pink and pale with the amount of strength you are exerting. You so desperately want to touch him. You want to make him feel good, to be the one who makes him feel good. Eddie starts to softly moan, his eyes tied to yours. “You’re being such a good girl,” he says with a smirk. He knows in any other situation you would probably beat his ass for calling you a ‘good girl.’ But he knows he’s in control right now. And he’s loving it. You continue to breathe through your annoyance.

Although this interaction leaves you with an intense feeling of frustration, you cannot help but also feel the pleasure building in you. You watch as his strokes increase in speed. You watch as beads of precum begin to drip from his tip. You desperately want his cock in your mouth. You desperately want your hands on him. You desperately want to be the person to give him this pleasure. “Please,” an unexpected whisper comes from within you. In between moan filled breaths, Eddie replies, “Not yet.” His moans are like music to your ears. They leave your body tense and wanting release.

Eddie’s moans grow louder. His hand motions become more irregular and rushed. You tighten your legs together, pushing your locked hands onto your crotch. You feel a fire being built in between your legs. You need to feel something. As Eddie begins to thrust into his grip, you rock your hips back and forth on the edge of the bed. The ends of the mattress leaving you with a less than adequate level of stimulation on your cunt. You catch yourself whimpering at the lack of his touch. “What’s wrong, baby?” Eddie says with a grin. “You wanna touch?” You nod furiously, tensing your body tightly. “Go for it,” he whispers. Your eyes widen in joy. You quickly release your fingers and reach for him. But again, he pulls away and places distance between you two. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t clear. You can you go ahead and touch yourself. I’ll be right here,” he says gently.

You catch yourself grinning at the challenge - this is something you’re good at. Sucking your tongue against your teeth, you lean back slowly onto the bed. Your hands lightly trace your sides, your waist, and back to your tits. One hand lands on your nipple, small squeezes going a long way. Eddie releases a quick shot of breath. His mouth hanging open now as though he was struggling to keep himself from you. Your dominant hand slowly moves down from your sternum and down your stomach. Your fingertips rest just below your panty’s band. With your eyes stuck onto his, you bite your lip and slowly open your legs - inviting him closer. Eddie takes the bait and leans his upper thighs against your inner.

Your fingers travel underneath your panties. Slowly, your fingertips circle your clit. The stimulation on your cunt leaves your legs tightening against Eddie’s. His moans become louder, more breathless. You follow his lead, matching your movements with his. Your moans complimenting his so brilliantly. With a squeeze of your nipple, your body wiggles in front of him. His breathing harsh and shaky. Leaning a bit forward, you begin to circle your own hole. With an overly exaggerated moan, you make it painfully obvious that you gently pushed your fingers inside - sending Eddie over the edge. He begins to furiously bounce his hand up and down his staff. His grunts seemingly becoming overwhelming. Your other hand travels down to feverishly play with your clit as you thrust your fingers inside. You continue to match his pace, catching up to his level of pleasure so quickly. You find that you are both so intensely close to cumming. You both just need one more push.

Eddie’s grunts become more and more audible. Your moans loud enough that the trailer across the way could probably hear you both. “Fuck,” he starts to say through his teeth. A smile spreads across your face as an idea pops into your head - an idea that will send you both straight to happy O-town. You bite your lip, gaining Eddie’s direct attention. “Daddy, can I cum?” you say sweetly. He loses his breath, a deep moan dropping from his lips. “Y-yes,” he says. With a smile, you increase the pressure and movement on your clit. You feel the pressure building up within you. Eddie switches to following your momentum, taking your lead. It making him incredibly shaky and desperate for you to cum. You feel the all too familiar white hot rush burst through you. “Eddie,” you yelp as your legs tighten around your hands and his thighs. Your eyes close as your ride the high. Shortly after you, you hear, “Y/n, I’m cumming, baby. I-I’m cumming.” Your eyes shoot open, watching as his eyebrows pull together. His eyes close and his mouth hangs open. His stomach and body twitching as his cum pours onto your thighs, your panties, your hands, and your stomach. You giggle in response to the warm hot liquid landing on sensitive parts of your body. Eddie thrusts harshly into his grip as he releases everything he has onto you. Both of you continue to lean into your own highs, feeling every god damn ounce of pleasure that you gave each other.

Eddie releases once last burst and leaves himself gasping for breath. He continues to take a few more breaths as he licks his lips. He slowly opens his eyes to your hands tangled into your hair and eyes fluttering open as well. “Fuck, y/n,” Eddie says as he takes the sight of you in. Your eyes land onto his. A small, exhausted smile appears on your face. “Hey, Eddie,” you say with a chuckle. Eddie laughs as he shakes out his arms. “Stay right there,” he says with his palm directed toward you. He turns and quickly looks around his room. His eyes land on a towel. He grabs it and pauses to take one more good look at you - covered in his cum. Eddie takes a sharp breath, shaking his curls out of his face. “God, you’re so fucking hot.” He takes a step closer to you and kneels at the edge of the bed. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” he says softly. He begins to gently wipe the cum off of your body.

With his now sticky towel hanging on a chair, Eddie leans down onto you. He plants a gentle kiss on your lips. As he pulls away, he leaves one more on your cheek. “I’ll be right back,” he says. Before you can stop yourself, your bottom lip pouts and your eyebrows raise. Eddie reaches for your hand and gives you a squeeze. “I won’t be long. I promise you.” You smile and nod. He keeps his eyes on you, scanning your body, as he backs towards the door. He stops, caught in the doorway, staring at you. He pushes his fist to his mouth and bites down. “Ooo shit,” he says as he turns harshly and walks down the hallway. You find yourself smiling so hard it hurts your cheeks. Staring at the ceiling, your thoughts begin to wander. You are so happy, content, free. You brush your finger tips onto your lips, remembering his passionate and loving kisses. Have you ever been this happy before? Has anyone made you feel this happy - ever? There was something about Eddie. This feeling, this amount of passion and chemistry, it’s not normal. This is rare. This is special. He is special.

“Oh, y/n!” Eddie yells from the down the hall. You are immediately pulled from your thoughts. He appears in the doorway, leans onto one side. He hisses in air, making a painful face. “We forgot someone,” he says with a hint of guilt. “Someone? Who?” you say in a bout of confusion. With an exaggerated worried tone, Eddie reveals something in his grasp. “We forgot Betty,” he says with a crack in his voice. You immediately catch on and get into character. “Oh no! Betty, we are so so sorry. Is it okay if we smoke from you now or is it too late?” you say with a sad look on your face. Eddie pulls the humungous bong to his ear, nodding. “She says her feelings are hurt. Buuuuut her bowl is packed and ready to go,” he says with a grin and dancing towards you on the bed.

“Ladies first?” Eddie lands onto his knees atop the bed. The mattress bouncing underneath him. “Why, thank you,” you say with a grin. You reach your hand out to wrap your lips around the bong. Eddie flicks his lighter and begins to burn the bowl. You suck in the smoke, attempting to take in as much as you could. Once you reach your limit, you pull the down-stem out and let the cloud rush into the back of your throat. You get caught with a nasty hit of smoke and start to cough. Eddie laughs beside you, placing his hand on your thigh. “Hell yeah, baby.” You return Betty’s down-stem as you continue to struggle to get a good breath. “Oof, I am jealous of the high you’re about to get,” Eddie says as he places his mouth onto the bong’s neck and lights the remainder of the bowl.

You land back onto the mattress, crawling yourself back towards his pillows. The high hits you harder than you initially expected - still an incredible high. You can immediately feel the pressure against your eyes as you lay your head back onto one of his pillows. Before you know it, Eddie leans down onto the pillow beside you. You smile, feeling his warm hands curl around you. He leans his chin onto your shoulder, giving you a quick bite. You lean your head onto his in return. “Hey, handsome,” you say with a smile. “Hey, beautiful,” he replies. Before you know it, words are flooding out of you. “Hey! Did you ever watch that old horror movie - Night of the Living Dead?” you attempt to say but a giggle interrupting you every two to three words. “What if that shit was real, dude?” you say with a serious tone.

Eddie tightens his arms around your chest. Both of you in a beautiful naked embrace. “I think I watched it back in like middle school. It scared the shit out of me. I had like non-stop nightmares for a while. Like ‘pee the bed’ kind of nightmares,” Eddie says with a low chuckle. You raise yourself onto your elbow and give him a serious look. “This bed?” you say softly. He laughs, landing his head back onto his arm. “No, another bed.” You nod your head slowly. “Sure, Eddie.” He laughs and tickles your stomach. You crunch up into him, slowly leading into you snuggling your head onto his chest.

“If it was real, I would like to think that I would be a bad ass zombie killer,” Eddie says. “I’d have like the string of bullets wrapped across my chest, like Rambo.” He nods, confident in his answer. “Isn’t his name Rocky?” you say, tracing circles onto his chest with your fingertips. Eddie laughs and lands the palm of his free hand onto his forehead. With a sigh, he replies, “Same actor, different movie.” You giggle, almost to an uncontrollable level. You are definitely feeling it now. “Dude, that’s a lot of characters that start with the letter ‘R’,” you say with a harsh laugh. Eddie laughs alongside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “What the hell?” he asks, shaking his head between laughs. “You are amazing, y/n.” You smile looking up to him. He turns down towards you. “You’re pretty damn amazing yourself,” you say as you pull yourself higher onto him. You gently kiss him, a hand landing softly against his jaw. “I think I might be falling in love with you, Eddie Munson,” you say with a laugh before you could stop yourself.

Eddie pulled away slightly to get a better look at your face. “Are you serious, y/n?” he asks firmly. With a nervous pause, you whisper, “Yes?” Eddie’s face was so serious, a few inches from yours. His eyes deep, brown, and innocent. His eyebrows pushed together, a line forming between them. A slight part in his lips. It left you terrified. Although he held such a gentle, vulnerable expression on his face, you were so scared to know what was behind it. Did he feel the same way? Or did you just become the complicated fuck buddy? Did you just ruin everything? All the options continue to flood your brain. You find yourself painfully sitting through a few seconds of silence, but if felt like eternities. Suddenly, a tiny shift in his face - a small glimpse of his dimples. “I feel the same thing. I thought I was being crazy for feeling this so early,” he sighs. Hesitantly, he continues, “I-I can’t really explain the connection I have with you, but I know it’s important, that its special, and that I cannot lose you,” he says solemnly. “I think I’m falling for you too, y/n y/I/n.” His eyes fall onto your lips.

You sit in front of him, wide eyed, and way too high to have this serious of a conversation. Somehow, he’s able to do it but you are struggling to keep yourself from nervous laughter. You take a deep breath and take his cheeks into your hands. “We can be crazy together,” you say confidently. The back of your mind is completely shocked by what you said. That was the best answer we could come up with? The boy we have loved since for-fucking-ever has just told us he loves us too and we’re going with, ‘Let’s be crazy together.’ What in the hippie-shit is that? You watch as Eddie’s smile grows larger, “There is not a single thing in this world that I would want more.” You bite your lip and bring him in for a kiss. It felt like sparks were in the air. Like some Sixteen Candles bullshit. You pull him closer and closer, no matter what he was not close enough. His hands tighten around your waist as though he felt the same. It feels euphoric, not a nervous bone in your body.

Suddenly, Eddie pulls away from your lips. You both gasp for breath. His hands confusingly at your face. You hadn’t noticed they had moved up your body. His thumb brushes your bottom lip as he adores every part of your face. “If we keep going, we’re not going to stop,” Eddie says with a bit of concern. “I don’t want to stop, Eddie,” you reply, reaching for him. He pulls away slowly, leaving you waiting for his next words. “Our first time will not be when we’re both high as hell, y/n,” he says with a grin. With a suspicious look on your face, you ask, “And why is that?” Eddie continues to chuckle and brushes some hair behind your ear. “It needs to be special. Something we can both look back on and remember fondly,” he says in a low tone, embarrassed of what you might think. You let out a deep sigh. “Well, I can’t argue with that.” You both wear your matching smiles.

Eddie leans in for one more sweet kiss. And another one on your cheek. And another one on your nose. And before you know it, you are deep in a kiss attack! Kisses everywhere. You playfully push Eddie off of you, but happily failing miserably. His kisses are just too powerful. As he leans on top of you, he asks, “So, what would you do if Hawkin’s was suddenly in a Romero movie?” Smiling, you brush some of the curls out from his face. “I would probably go to that scary gun store outside of town-” Eddie interrupts you, “War Zone?” You smile, “Sounds about right. Uh, and stock up on guns and ammo. Maybe like a machete or something?” An idea pops into your head, bringing a rush of excitement into your voice. “Oh! Maybe we can get your Rambo-Rocky thing there?!” Eddie laughs at your excitement and shakes his head with so much adoration for you.

“We could probably get that there. But how are we going to find each other?” Eddie says. You look at him in confusion. “I would imagine we would be together when shit hits the fan?” you say with a presumptuous tone. He laughs, a laugh from the pit of his stomach. It immediately leaves you with a grin on your face. “Okay, we probably would be together. But ... what would we do if we weren’t?” You break your eye line with Eddie. One eye brow raises as you think. A hum flows through you as you continue to consider different options. Tapping your finger onto your chin, you look around the room. “There it is,” you say confidently. “It was in front of us the whole time.” Eddie laughs, looking for what you are talking about. “What?” he says with a laugh. “The radio?” you say as though the answer was obvious, lazily pointing towards the corner of his room. “Okay, so we’re going to find each other by using the radio?” he says with a smile. Happiness flows through you in response, you snuggle tighter against him. “Yeah, we’ll just choose a frequency station and we’ll find each other that way,” you say softly against him.

Eddie smirks, looking down at you. “How do you know so much about radios?” he says. “My brother messes around with them. He’s like a creep and is always listening in to other people’s conversations. Like one time, I caught him listening to like these kids screaming at each other about like the Russians and shit. It’s really weird,” you say with a laugh. Eddie stares at you, amusingly. “Anyway, um, he usually tunes into like a fourteen point something. So maybe we could choose a number after that?” It is his turn to brainstorm. He closes his eyes and attempts to come up with some number. You watch, seeing he is concentrating very hard. “Okay!” He yells, shooting his eyes open. “We will meet on 14.201,” he says proudly. “Why 201?” you ask. Eddie chuckles, “20 for how much you used to pay for goodies and 1 for 1 gram.” You watch as he is so proud of himself. “That’s perfect!” you squeal, trying to hold back a laugh.

A yawn escapes your lips as you put so much effort into not laughing. “Ooof, I think this indica is starting to really hit,” you say tiredly. You rest your head on his chest. “Should I bring you home?” Eddie says without eye contact. He did not want you to leave, but did not want you to feel that you had to stay. “No, I’m good, Eds. I told my parents I’m sleeping over a friends,” you say smugly. He couldn’t contain the huge smile that flourished on his face. He moved to grab the blanket that was dangling off the corner of the mattress. He placed the majority of it on you and tucked it on your side. “Oh, just a friend, huh?” Eddie says, planting a kiss on your head. You raise your chin so you can look back up at him. “You are so not just a friend.” With a smile, you lean in for quick peck. You pull back to see a smile matching yours. “I’m crazy about you,” you whisper. He licks his lips and sighs. “I’m crazy about you.” With a smile, you land your head onto his chest as he leans back onto his pillow. A feeling of safety allows you to fall asleep almost immediately in his arms.

“Shit!” you raise from the bed. Eddie jumps up, scared. His curly hair an absolute mess. “We’re late,” you say softly getting out of bed. You rush to find your scattered clothes along his bedroom floor. “Wait, baby. How do you know we’re late. You haven’t even looked at the clock?” he asks with a yawn. “I know, I can just tell I slept in!” you say, wrapping your clothes into a small bundle. Eddie turns over and lands his face back into the pillow. You feverishly search for your bra, but you can’t find it. With a wince, you rush over to Eddie’s side and tap his back lightly. He groans. “Eddie, baby, please I can’t find my bra.” He raises his head to take a look at you, up and down. He chuckles to himself. “Do you really need a bra?” Your face deadpans. You take your bundled jeans and smack it against his bare ass. “Holy shit!” He says laughing and covering his ass. “Okay, okay. It’s here,” he says, pulling your bra from under his pillow. You look at him completely confused. Eddie giggles and pouts, “It was a souvenir.” You sigh, amused.

As you turn to put on your pants, your eyes find the clock on his bedroom wall. You gasp as you rush your clothing on. “Eddie, it’s 8:50!” Eddie begins to rub his eyes, attempting to get up. “It’s going to be okay, baby,” he attempted to say sincerely. He had absolutely no care in the world to be on time for school. Usually, his ‘on-time’ is at least a two hours late. Suddenly, things got quiet - which made Eddie’s eyes open. He searched for you, finding you in the doorway fully clothed. “Aw,” he says with a frown looking at all your clothes. “Eddie? Eddie, baby. Um, I know you aren’t a fan of school but I, well I’m not either, but I gotta be there on time so ... can you get dressed or can you drive me there naked?” you say quickly. Eddie scoffed. “I’m crazy for you, right?” he says with a smirk. “Oh, yeah. You’re crazy for me alright,” you say with your eyebrows raising. Eddie smiles and swings his legs over the mattress. “Let’s go.”

Eddie turns the corner into the school parking lot and pulls up right to the front gate. “8:58, baby,” he says with only his jeans on. “New record.” You giggle. “Thank you, Eddie,” you say with a grin. “You gonna go back and sleep?” you ask. He yawns and nods to the back of his van. “I’m probably just going to park somewhere and sleep ‘till lunch. I’ll catch you then?” He smiles. “See you then,” you bite your lip as you turn and walk into the school. Iron Maiden blaring as he parks the van in the school’s lot.

Why you chose to get out of bed with Eddie this morning and come to school on time, you will never know. Your morning classes were absolutely brutal. Finally, its lunch time and you’re able to see Eddie. As you walk down the hall, you can see glimpses of Eddie making a ruckus again in the middle of the cafeteria through the swinging doors. He must have found an extra Hellfire shirt in the back of his van. You smile and hurry yourself - just to accidentally slam into the head cheerleader, Chrissy Cunningham. Although you’d expect a major bitch for a cheerleader, Chrissy was actually the sweetest girl - if you caught her away from Jason. Unluckily for you, Jason was with her today. “Oh crap,” you say as Chrissy drops her books on the ground. You immediately bend down to help her grab her books. “I’m sorry, Chrissy. I didn’t see you,” you say. She smiles and says sweetly, “It’s okay, y/n.” You find yourself shocked by the fact that she knows your name. All of a sudden, you hear an obnoxious bumping sound come from above you.

“It’s not okay, y/n. Watch where you’re fucking going,” Jason says as he grips his hand around Chrissy’s arm. She’s suddenly pulled up. As you stand across from them, you say, “Watch how you fucking speak to me.” Although general social interactions are 100% not your thing, you have unfortunately had too many experiences with fuck faces like Jason to actually stay quiet. You are way past that now. He laughs, all smug like. Chrissy places her hand on his chest, attempting to calm him down. “The fuck did you say to me, bitch?” he yells.

Jason pushes through Chrissy’s hand and walks up to you with his chest raised as if he was a god damned gorilla. How the hell did sweet Chrissy end up with prick alpha male like Jason? “Back the fuck up, dude,” you say sternly. He continues to approach you. Other students either walk past, stare, and do nothing or form a circle around you both. You look back towards the cafeteria to see that Eddie was gone from his seat. No help now. In an attempt to continue keeping distance between you two, you walk backwards but eventually you hit the lockers.

“Know your place, bitch,” Jason says as he pounds his fist into the locker above you. You flinch at his punch. But next thing you know, Jason was gone. You turn to see Chrissy, matching her fearful eyes. And that’s when you see him. You see Eddie.

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sarahspokelse · 2 years

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Why Eddie really believes 1986 is his year…

It’s my personal headcanon that after seeing his son nephew fail to graduate high school two years in a row, Wayne decides he’s gonna do everything in his power to make sure this boy makes it.

He’s not going to take away Eddie’s hobbies (that dice game he plays, the music he spends hours learning on his guitar) because honestly, he’s just glad he’s doing something that won’t get him into trouble with Hawkins PD. But he does switch to the graveyard shift.

This year, Wayne wants to make sure he’s home to ensure that boy isn’t skipping class and is getting his homework done. This year, Wayne isn’t going to fail Eddie.

And Eddie sees this. Sees the only adult who’s been there for him his whole life sacrificing time and sleep and sanity to make sure he does the school thing properly and decides ‘Dammit, 1986 is gonna be my year’.

(Eddie is not gonna stop selling weed though. He’s got mini figs for the campaign to buy. Wayne could use a new pair of work boots too…)

#eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #stranger things fandom #stranger things headcanons #headcanon #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson headcanons #fandom #eddie the banished #eddie the freak munson #eddie the brave #mine

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hawkinsqueers · 2 years

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Steve: *gets bit by demobats*

Eddie: *is jealous of demobats*

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natthebanished · 2 years

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No brain, just Eddie. 🖤

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie fucking munson #stranger things #i love eddie so much #joe quinn #eddie forever #eddie the brave #no brain just Eddie

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e-munson666 · 2 years

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Definitely can we pretty please have a steddie x reader fic where reader was Steve's gf first and then steve introduced eddie a little after. Steve is more of a hard dom and eddie is definitely soft and always getting her out punishments. Steve sometimes gets jealous of how close eddie and reader have gotten but that's bc steve is kind of a dick. Anyway steve goes away on vacation with his family for like a month. During that time eddie takes this as an opportunity to completely dominate reader and he's just having so much fun experimenting without steve there telling him to things. Buuuuut reader has a pregnancy scare and eddie becomes super protective of her and when steve gets back they tell him. During one of their sessions steve gets too rough and eddie snaps on him and runs over to reader who's crying. Steve and eddie get into a big fight about bc he feels like reader should be pregnant with his baby and not eddies. Sorry if this is long.

Holy crap what a wonderful request. Please Enjoy!!!

Its so much longer than I was originally planning but I couldn't STOP lol

++Steddie x Girlfriend!Reader++

Warnings ⚠️: 18+, language, mature content, unprotected sex. Steve is MEAN. Eddie is very protective of reader. Everyone is 21.

Part 2

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Steve and you were together for a year before Eddie came into the picture. A decision Steve almost immediately regretted. Eddie and you were too close, and Eddie had turned Steve's sweet little submissive girlfriend into a total brat. (in Steve's opinion)

Steve was constantly catching you and Eddie curled up together or giggling at each other, and it was driving him crazy. Steve began to get harsh with you, punishing you for minor things, and Hero Eddie would always try to come to the rescue. Eddie was stealing you away from him, and Steve hated it.

"Both of you, sit" Steve demanded. He'd just gotten home from work to find you and Eddie dancing around in the kitchen while Eddie made you mac and cheese, (something Steve to him to stop doing because it always ruined your appetite for dinner later)

"Whats wrong Harrington? Your face is all scrunched again" Eddie joked, making you giggle as you sat down next to him.

"Just listen, both of you" Steve sighs, before continuing, "i have to go to Florida for a month, my grandfather is paying me to come down and help him move, so I can't get out of it."

"We need to set some ground rules of what you two can and CANT do while im gone, got it?" Steve said, folding his arms as you and Eddie exchanged confused looks.

"What, are you gonna ban me from touching our girlfriend Steve?" Eddie scoffs, knowing it wouldn't be above Steve to do so.

"No" Steve chuckles, "but I want condoms used the WHOLE time I'm gone, understand Munson?"

Eddie and Steve had gotten into a heated argument a few weeks back, after Eddie came inside you. Steve had made it very clear that only one person was going to breed you, and it was going to he HIM, not Eddie. You were HIS girlfriend, Eddie was just here for fun.

Of course this pissed Eddie off, reminding Steve that you were his girlfriend too, and he should get the same privileges as Steve.

"Yeah yeah Harrington, I remember your stupid little rule" Eddie scoffed. Steve grabbed Eddie by his shirt, forcing him to his feet.

"Listen Munson, if it wasn't for how she felt about you, I wouldn't let you stay here, don't fuckin play around with me" Steve nearly yelled, causing a loud gasp to come from your mouth.

"Steve, STOP" you pleaded, grabbing one of Steve's arms and trying to pull it away from Eddie.

Eddie shoved Steve away from him, both breathing heavily as they stared each other down. They didn't hate each other, quite the opposite, but when it came to you they were both extremely possessive, always trying to out do the other, always fighting to be your favorite.

"When do you leave Stevie?" You ask as you wrap your arms around him. "Tomorrow baby, but its ok, Eds will be here, and I'll be home before you know it" he replies, kissing your forehead repeatedly. He looked up at Eddie, mouthing an apology to him as he held you.

Eddie threw his hands up in in a silent acknowledgement and forgiveness, before joining Steve and you in a tight bear hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes, the two of you just sandwiching Steve between you, telling him how much you were going to miss him.

When it was finally bedtime, and Steve had gotten you to fall asleep, Steve turned to Eddie. "Please Eddie, take care of our girl for me" Steve whispered. "I promise I will, Stevie" Eddie whispered back, giggling softly as he mocked your nickname for the other boy.

Steve rolled his eyes, smile creeping onto his face before he shut off the bedside lamp and closed his eyes.

The first day that Steve was gone was a hard day for you. You hadnt been without him for very long in the year you'd been together, and knowing you wouldn't see him for an entire month made you so sad.

You were on the couch, curled up in a ball fast asleep when Eddie got home from work. "Princess, wake up, I have something for you" Eddie said softly, watching your eyes flutter open. He could tell you had been crying a lot, and that made his heart sink.

Hey Eds," you say as you become more aware. "What the fuck is that?" You giggle, noticing an obscenely large stuffed bear poorly hidden behind Eddie. "THIS, is Sir Stevenson" Eddie boasted, setting the bear next to you on the couch, "he can be Steve's cuddle stand in until he gets back, we can put that ridiculous yellow sweater that you like so much on him, and he'll smell just like your Stevie" Eddie grinned, watching the joy spread across your face.

You lept into Eddies arms, placing kiss after kiss after kiss all over his face. He was grinning so wide, happy to see you in a better mood. He quickly moved "Sir Stevenson" off of the couch saying, "he definitely does NOT need to see what im about to do to you" eyes full of lust as he layed you down.

Eddie never got the opportunity to fuck you the way he wanted, not with Steve being so controlling of him when all three of you were in bed together. He had waited for this moment for a long time, and he was beyond thrilled. He quickly undressed the both of you, trailing kisses down your body when he had finished.

He swirled his tongue around your nipples, hardening as you moaned below him. His hands grazed down your body, stopping at your core. He looked at you with blown pupils, before shoving two fingers inside you. "Fuck princess, so wet already" he growls, as he works his fingers around your walls.

Your back is arching, intense pleasure taking over your body, before you can feel an orgasm working up you feel Eddie remove his fingers, sliding them into his mouth and groaning.

Once he's licked your juices off of him, he takes his erection in his hand, teasing your entrance with his tip.

"Eddie, Steve will get mad" you squeak, realizing he was about to fuck you raw. He just chuckled before pushing his full length inside you, bottoming out with a loud moan from both of you. "Steve isn't here is he princess? Your all mine this month" he whispers in your ear as he starts thrusting at a steady pace. You wrapped your arms around Eddie as he pounded into you, knowing he was going to fill you up repeatedly, not daring to miss his chance to do what HE wants while Steve was away.

Its been 4 weeks since Steve left for Florida, he was coming back in seven days, needing to stay longer due to an unforseen hiccup. You and Eddie fucked like rabbits the whole time, both sore and aching, but unable to contain yourselves. The box of condoms Steve bought Eddie remained unopened, a detail Eddie knew Steve would notice, but didn't particularly care enough to do anything about it.

It was 3 days before Steve was supposed to come home, and you were not feeling good at all. You had missed your period and were throwing up almost constantly. You knew you needed to get a test, so you sat on the couch waiting for Eddie to come home so you could tell him.

Of course Eddie was petrified when you told him you needed a pregnancy test, but he happily ran down to the store and grabbed you a few boxes (just to be extra sure)

"Its positive Eddie" you say, almost unaudibly. Eddie stood next to you frozen. Steve's going to fucking KILL me, he thought to himself, before another feeling set in and replaced his fear. He was going to be a fucking dad, YOU were having his baby, and he couldn't help but feel intense pride and happiness.

He quickly wrapped himself around you, giving you reassurance that everything would be ok. "Princess its okay, I'm not going anywhere, we're gonna be okay." Tears started rolling down his cheeks as he listened to you sob, but unlike yours his tears weren't in fear of what was going on, but in joy." (And maybe a little fear)

As soon as Steve got home he knew something was up with you and Eddie. He didn't think much of it until he was putting his toiletries away and noticed the unopened box of condoms. Steve got furious, stomping into the bedroom, where Eddie was cuddling you.

"Get the fuck up Munson" Steve spat, tearing Eddie away from you. "Steve what the fu...." you started to ask before Steve harshly slapped you in the face. "You let him FUCK you raw, while I was gone, DIDNT YOU" Steve screamed, rage filled eyes flickering between you two. When he doesn't get a response he slaps you again, even harder. You immediately started to cry and that's where Eddie lost it.

"You don't fucking touch her like that Harrington, not when she's growing MY baby in there" he blurts out accidentally. Steve's eyes go wide, anger consuming him as he punched Eddie in the cheek.

"You fucking got her pregnant?!" He yelled, tackling Eddie to the ground, "After what I fucking told you?!"

"Steve please!" You beg. A tiny trickle of blood running down your cheek from Steve's heavy hand. He looks up at you and notices the damage he'd caused, and quickly backs away from Eddie. "Im going for a fuckin walk" he spits, chest heaving as he yanked the door open. "We need to have a talk about this...........relationship..........when I get back" he adds shooting Eddie a look before slamming the door behind him.

"Fuck" Eddie says, quickly moving over to embrace you. You sobbed into his chest, terror of what's to come eating you up. Eddie kisses the top of your head before softly whispering, "Its ok princess, I'm not gonna let anything happen to us, to our family, that's all that matters now" "I've got you"

A/N: this was ridiculously fun to write. Now I want to do a part two. Lemme know in the comments!!! Also I just hit 400 followers!!! How amazing is that!! I adore each and every one of you!!!

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