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corroded-hellfire · 2 days
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The Bunny and the Hair - Eddie Munson x Reader
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Summary: All you want is a cute photo of your daughter in her bunny costume and a photo of the whole Munson family together. But nothing is simple when the children of Eddie Munson are involved
Note: Happy Easter! Thank you to my darlings @munson-blurbs and @offensiunculaee for helping me brainstorm ideas when the only thing in my head was Eliza dressed as a bunny 💕
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[As You Wish masterlist]
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“Aww, come on sweet pea. Give me a smile.”
Your five-month-old daughter does the very opposite of that. It seems that Eliza Munson has somehow perfected the art of giving a piercing glare before mastering sitting up on her own without being a little wobbly. 
The fuzzy white bunny suit she’s in, hood with ears and all, paints the most adorable picture you’ve ever seen. It would be even cuter if she would flash a brief look of glee for a single photo. This Easter is warmer than it’s been in the last few years and it’s easy to understand that she’s getting hot, which is making her cranky. But you just want one good picture. 
“Just one little smile for Mommy? Please?” You raise the small silver camera to your eye before remembering that this new fancy one has a digital screen where you can see what the picture will look like without squinting through a little hole. 
Deciding to start snapping shots and see what happens, your forefinger presses the small shiny button that makes a soft click after click. A giggle bubbles out of you as you notice your baby getting grumpier and grumpier with each shot. A flipbook would be a perfect place to put these photos and flip through them to see Eliza Hulk-out in real time. 
She is getting officially fed up now. 
“Boys?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder to where your husband and sons stand, watching your attempt at an infant photo shoot. “Can you make her smile so I can get one good shot? Then I’ll get her out of that.”
If anything can make Eliza laugh, it’s her brothers. Particularly Luke, he likes to remind people. 
“Sure,” Ryan says, looking around for any prop to assist him. His brown eyes snag on the eggs on the coffee table, the ones you and the boys had been in the middle of preparing to be dyed before Eddie came out with Eliza in all her fluffy glory. “Hey! Liza! Watch this!” He catches the baby’s eye and picks up one of the boiled eggs and jumps up, pretending to crack it over Eddie’s head. It brings a small smile out of your daughter. 
“Hey, hey!” Luke says, waving his arms to attract his little sister’s attention. “Eliza, look!” The younger Munson boy grabs an egg and props one socked foot on the edge of the coffee table to leverage himself up high enough to copy Ryan’s actions.
“Oh, Luke, that one wasn’t–”
Your warning comes too late. The ten-year-old had picked up one of the eggs that had yet to be boiled in preparation for decorating. This comes to light when Luke crushes the egg over his father’s head and runny yolk and gooey egg whites plop down onto Eddie’s hair and drip down his frizzy curls. 
The air feels as if it’s been sucked out of the room. All eyes are on Eddie as his shoulders bunch up towards his ears and his jaw drops open, a small dollop of yellow yolk falling onto his salt-and-pepper scruff. It’s hard to tell how long the room is frozen, silent until—
Furious giggles come from behind you and it breaks the tension that kept the four of you rooted to your spots. You whip your head around to see Eliza laughing so hard that she loses her balance and flops down onto her side, unable to remain sitting up straight on her own. Quickly, you’re able to set her up right again and grab the camera getting a few shots of her, giddy as can be in her bunny suit. 
Relieved that’s taken care of, you now turn back to look back at your husband, who hasn’t moved a muscle. Neither has Luke. 
It’s obvious to you by the look on Eddie’s face that he can tell that it was an accident, but your son is wide-eyed in fear, clearly not getting the same sense. 
“E-Eliza, say bye-bye to Luke cause Dad is gonna kill me,” Luke says softly, never taking his bright blue eyes from his father’s egg-covered form. 
Eddie takes a step towards Luke slowly, clearly wanting to keep Luke in suspense until the last second, before he wipes a large glob of the sticky egg goo from his own hair and rubs it into the little boy’s messy curls. A maniacal laugh erupts from deep within Eddie as he tugs Luke against his chest, not letting his son get away as he squirms and squeals, trying to escape the shared messiness. Despite his protests, when Luke pulls back and looks up at his dad, he’s laughing. 
Watching the two of them in amusement, you put your hands on your hips and shake your head. Never a dull moment with the Munson men. The two of them continue to rub egg on one another as you turn towards the only clean boy in the house.
“Ryan, can you go get Eliza out of her costume? Last thing we need is her overheating.”
“Yeah, you get cranky enough already,” Ryan tells his baby sister as he scoops her up. Eliza gives a little harumph, but you think that’s more from the way the twelve-year-old holds onto her tightly than offense at his words. 
You set the camera down on the coffee table, making sure it isn’t near any of the eggs.
“Damn,” you say. “Forgot to get a family picture.”
“We’ll take one when Ry and Eliza come back out,” Eddie says, dodging Luke’s sticky fingers. 
“That’s gonna look great with you two looking like you fell in a vat of slime,” you say with a laugh. 
Your husband and his mini me only continue to get messier until you hear Ryan’s footsteps coming back down the hall toward the living room. The moment your eyes land on your daughter’s new ensemble, you have to do a double take. Eliza is beaming in her brother’s arms, wearing her bright pink bathing suit covered in large, white polka dots. 
Left speechless, your eyes widen and you’re only able to gesture with your hands towards the swimsuit.
Ryan shrugs as he hefts his sister up on his hip. “She grabbed it when I opened her drawer. And you said you didn't want her overheating.”
Your gaze slides from Eliza, over to Luke and Eddie, then back to Ryan.
“You and I are going to be the ones who stick out in the Easter picture,” you tell your oldest. “We look normal.”
“You mean we don’t look normal?” Luke asks, jumping on his dad’s back and scrunching up the man’s eggy curls. 
Sighing and shaking your head in amusement, you snatch up the camera and fiddle with it until you set the timer for three minutes. The entertainment unit is the perfect height to rest the camera so it can get a good shot of the whole family. You set it on the shelf right above the television and nod your family over toward where the lens is facing.
Eddie, still sporting Luke as a backpack, walks over and stands on your right. Ryan, carrying a still-beaming Eliza tucks into your left side. It’s impossible not to look over the gang around you, letting out a laugh as you take in the chaotic bunch.
“Smile!” Luke instructs everyone.
Eddie slips his hand around your waist and pulls your side flush up against his, squishing some of the egg whites against you, causing you to let out a squeal of laughter just as the flash of the camera goes off. Your husband grins and presses a big wet kiss on your cheek
“Now that picture’s gonna be a keeper,” he says. 
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juniperskye · 1 day
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I Can’t Be Your Friend.
Sneak Peek: Eddie and you do something that alters the state of your friendship. You realize that being his friend hurts too much now. **The events of season 4 did NOT happen** Bold are Eddie’s thoughts; Italics are reader’s thoughts.
Eddie Munson x Fem Reader
Angst/Fluff/implied Smut
Word count: 2473
REQUESTS ARE OPEN - not edited - please be kind. Feedback is welcome if it's constructive!
Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, implied smut, drug use (marijuana), explicit language, idiots in love, Steve’s absent parents, mention of underage drinking. Let me know if I missed any!
That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.
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Tonight was going to be amazing! Steve had invited everyone over for a summer kickoff party, there would be pizza, swimming, beer, and good company. Robin and you had gotten to Steve’s early to help set things up, pizzas were on the way, and you were just waiting for everyone to show up now.
First to arrive was Nancy, she had driven over with Mike, Lucas, Max, and Dustin. They had come bounding in with arms full of chips and soda, piling them recklessly on the coffee table. The younger kids were arguing about who got the bathroom first to change.
You couldn’t help but laugh and roll your eyes as you made your way to the door, letting in the next group. You had assumed it would be Johnathan, Argyle, and the rest of the kids, but instead, Eddie was standing in the doorway.
“Hey Eds!” You smiled.
“Hey! How’s my best girl?” Eddie pulled you into his arms and lifted you slightly as he spun you around. “I’ve missed you dude.”
“I’m good Eds. I’ve missed you too!” Your heart clenched slightly as he placed you back on your feet.
Your relationship with Eddie had always been like this. You were best friends, but sometimes, things were done or said that seemed a bit more than friendly. You’d stayed more nights with Eddie this last year than you did in your own home. Robin had pestered you about the status of your relationship with him to which you’d always reply; “We’re just friends, he doesn’t see me that way”.
“So, I know the kids are here, but I brought a little something special for us. I figured we could go to the van, take a few hits then come back in.” Eddie said wagging a joint in front of you.
“Eddie!” You hissed, covering the joint. “You can’t just pull that out. But yes, give me fifteen minutes.”
Eddie tucked the joint back into his jacket pocket and watched as you made your way over to Steve, Nancy, and Robin. Robin gave you a knowing look and you brushed her off. You were all catching up for a bit, laughing at the nonsense the kids were getting up to. Eddie was the one to open the door for Jonathan, Argyle, El, and Will. As they all walked in, Eddie came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head.
“You ready?” Eddie whispered.
You nodded and let him lead you outside to his van. Climbing in the back, you made yourself comfortable amongst the pile of blankets and pillows, all the while, Eddie lit the joint and placed it to his lips. After a few quick puffs and one long drag, Eddie passed it to you. The two of you passed the joint back and forth for a bit before it was nearly gone.
“Do you want the last hit?” Eddie asked.
“Nah it’s cool, you take it.” You leaned your head back.
“We could always share it.” Eddie said with a sly smirk.
“Okay.” You blushed.
Eddie took a long drag, holding it in as he moved towards you. He brought his lips to yours, only separated by a few millimeters. Your lips parted in a gasp, and he blew the smoke into your mouth. You inhaled sharply, allowing the smoke in. Your mind felt hazy, and you were starting to wonder if it was the weed or the lack of space between Eddie and you. Eddie met your eyes and pulled back slightly, clearing his throat.
What the hell was happening?
The two of you made your way back into the house and took turns changing into your bathing suits. You rushed outside and went to sit on the steps of the pool with Robin and Nancy. Each of whom gave you a pointed look.
Eddie made a stop in the kitchen to grab you a coke and an orange soda for himself, he then made his way outside. He sat the two cans in front of where you were sitting with the girls, the next thing you knew he was jumping into the pool, splashing the three of you, eliciting screeches from you three.
He surfaced and swam over to you, settling himself between your legs which were dangling off the step. His chest pressed against yours as he reached behind you to grab his soda. Your breath was caught in your throat.
Had he always been this beautiful?
Who were you kidding. Of course he had.
The night went on like this. The kids swimming, playing a ridiculous game of Marco-Polo, Steve grilling hamburgers and hotdogs, Eddie treating you like far more than a friend.
Now you were all crammed in Steve’s living room, some movie playing in the background. You couldn’t remember the name of it because you were far too distracted. When you had come into the living room, all the good seats had been taken, and instead of letting you sit on the floor, Eddie had pulled you into his lap and wrapped his arms around your middle.
You had been sitting like this for about half an hour before he made the suggestion.
“Do you want to go back to my place?”
This typically wouldn’t have sounded like a line, but given everything that had occurred today, you couldn’t help but feel like his words held deeper meaning.
“Okay.”
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He led you into the trailer, just like any other time you’d been here, only this time there was a tension hanging over you.
More like sexual tension.
Jesus, get a hold of yourself.
Entering Eddie’s room brought forth a wave of anticipation, you couldn’t help but feel like something was about to happen. Eddie walked over to you and handed you one of his Iron Maiden shirts and a pair of his boxers.
It’s now or never.
You locked your eyes on Eddie’s as you slowly removed your tank top and shorts, leaving you clad in only your bathing suit. Eddie took a sharp breath and pulled his shirt over his head. Up until now things felt as though they’d been moving in slow motion, then all of a sudden things switched to fast forward.
Eddie lunged towards you and locked his lips onto your own, your hands finding his curls, his finding the ties to your swimsuit. His lips tasted like orange soda and nicotine, he was addicting, and you knew you’d never be able to give this up.
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Eddie woke up and glanced over to see your naked form curled up in his bed. He couldn’t believe it, the two of you had taken that leap, this would change everything between you.
This could change everything.
I can’t afford to lose her.
You stirred awake, noticing your lack of clothing, and taking note of the discarded clothing on the floor.
So that really did happen.
This could change everything!
“Hey.” Eddie said quietly.
“Hey.” You blushed.
You sat up holding the sheet to your chest and turning to meet Eddie’s gaze. Something was off about his expression, he seemed somber, and you were terrified to find out why.
“So, uh…” Eddie turned, breaking eye contact. “We should just forget this ever happened; you know. So, it doesn’t fuck up our friendship.”
Please say you don’t want to forget about it.
Of course he doesn’t want me.
“Oh, uh, yeah. I guess you’re right.”
Of course she doesn’t want me.
You stood and quickly began pulling your clothes on and gathering your things. There was this loud ringing in your ears and you’re sure Edie was calling your name, but all you knew was you needed to get out of there.
You were halfway home before the ringing stopped.
How could you be so stupid.
Then the tears started. Not only had your heart been broken by the man you loved, but you also lost the one person you’d want to hold you while you cried.
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“Dude what is up with you? You’ve been super weird since Steve’s summer kick-off party.” Robin pestered.
“Yeah she’s right, plus Eddie’s been extra bitchy, which usually only happens when you haven’t seen one another in a while. I thought for sure you guys were gonna hookup that night.” Steve ranted.
Your face turned a bright shade of red and you let your gaze fall to your lap. You knew you weren’t exactly being discreet with your avoidance of Eddie, but you didn’t’ think they’d call you out directly.
“Holy shit! You two had sex!” Robin shouted, smacking you on the arm.
“Ow! Yes, we did. And it ruined everything. The next morning, he suggested we just forget it ever happened.”
“What? No way, Eddie’s head over heels for you. What happened?” Steve asked.
You explained to Steve and Robin the events of the night and they both concluded that it made no sense. They were both convinced Eddie was in love with you.
This was when Steve and Robin came up with their plan. They would get you and Eddie together before summer ended.
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“Steve, this isn’t working. She is declining every invite to hangout; she has gone as far as driving over and leaving if she sees the van, and even calling everyone to be sure if Eddie was invited.” Robin said throwing herself on the couch in defeat.
“That’s it! We will invite her over for a movie night, just the three of us. Then after she’s here, you go to the other room and call Eddie and invite him over. That way nobody will be able to tell her that he’s invited because he wasn’t.” Steve explained.
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“Hey guys!” You called entering Steve’s house.
“Hey! How have you been? We haven’t seen you in a while.” Robin pulled you into a hug.
“Sorry about that, I just…I can’t bring myself to face him yet. I’ll get over it, I just need time.” You said.
Steve came in, greeting you and pulling you to the living room to help him pick a movie. He threw a wink over his shoulder to Robin. She rolled her eyes and made her way to Steve’s dad’s office ready to make the call. When she came to the living room she played it off as a trip to the bathroom.
Things were going well, they felt like old times, save for the hole in your chest in the shape of one, Eddie Munson.
Speaking of which.
“Hey guys!” Eddie greeted, entering the house.
“Guys, what the hell.” You said threw gritted teeth.
They both looked at you with guilty eyes. You shook your head and told them you needed to go. Grabbing your bag you went for the door. It took everything in you to not look at him.
“Hey, where are you going?” Eddie called after you, following you outside. “I haven’t seen you in weeks. You’re dodging my calls, your canceling plans, you’re literally leaving as I showed up to hang out.”
“Eddie, I can’t do this right now. I need to go.”
“So what? That’s it?” He had never sounded so defeated.
“Eddie, I…”
“Is this because of that night? C’mon you’re my best friend, you’re just gonna throw that all away?” He grasped your hand in his own.
“That’s the problem Eddie, I can’t be your friend anymore. Everything is different now.” You shook your head, pulled your hand from his grasp, and took off walking back home.
Eddie walked back into the house and immediately receive a slap to the back of the head from Robin. She and Steve proceeded to explain to Eddie how he had messed the whole thing up and how him suggesting you just “forget it ever happened” had led you to believe that he didn’t care about you.
Initially he didn’t believe them that you had feelings for him, but after they literally spelled it out for him, he realized what an idiot he had been.
“I’m gonna need your help.”
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The plan had been a pretty difficult one, Eddie needed Robin and Steve to convince you to come over again for an end of summer bash and after the last time, he was sure you’d say no.
Robin had explained to you that after your conversation with Eddie, that he definitely wouldn’t be coming. She told you that she asked him, and he had declined. It was then that you agreed, but not without a pang of guilt filling your chest. You couldn’t stand the thought of hurting Eddie. The look on his face when you told him you couldn’t be his friend had been haunting you.
The day came and you drove over to Steve’s, shocked that the only car in the driveway had been his. You parked and let yourself in.
“Steve? Where is everyone?”
“Hey! I’m in my room, and they’re on their way I figured you could come early so I could see how you were doing.” Steve said.
You walked into his room and noticed he was seemingly searching for something, he was scrambling around his room, swiftly moving to his dresser as you made yourself comfortable on his bed. You looked over at him just in time to see a mess of curls enter and Steve pulling the door closed. You heard the lock click and the distinct sound of a chair being pushed against the knob.
“What the hell is this?”
“I needed to find a way to talk to you and you’ve been avoiding me.”
“Eddie, let me out.”
“Not until we talk. Look I fucked up that night, I suggested that we forget about it and that was stupid.” He exclaimed.
“Eds, look, I just need time…these feelings will go away eventually. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but how am I supposed to be around you when I’ve tasted your kiss and will never get to experience that again?”
“I don’t want your feelings to go away. Truth is, I only suggested it because I thought there was no way you could love me back.” Eddie explained.
“You love me?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Eddie pulled you into a gentle kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let your fingers get tangled in his hair. There were whispered apologies between kisses and you two only broke apart when the two of you needed air.
“How would you like to go get some dinner?” Eddie asked.
“I would love that!” You replied.
With that, Eddie walked over to the bedroom door and began knocking, shouting to Steve that he was safe to let you guys out. His knocks sped up the longer it took for Steve to release you both.
“Harrington, hurry up! I gotta take my girlfriend on our first date!”
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loveinhawkins · 3 days
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thinking about Eddie getting arrested, probably sometime around stealing the RV; he has to still know enough, to have already seen The Upside Down and all that entails.
The rest of the group reluctantly get away in the RV, Eddie’s just unlucky—and that fact stings as he’s pushed into a police car, a nasty voice in his head taunting, you’re still running, running all your life, and now you’ve been caught.
He doesn’t know what to expect when being interrogated, tries to cling to his innocence even when guilt threatens to drown him. But they’re not asking about Chrissy or Patrick, not to the level of detail he’d feared—at least, not yet.
They want to know what he told the others.
Eddie doesn’t get it at first. And when he does, he feels sick, because the police aren’t stopping their manhunt with him: they suspect that he got the whole of Dustin’s ragtag party involved in his vague murder-cult scheme; it’s Steve, Robin and Nancy who are the presumed new ringleaders now that Eddie’s been caught.
What were you planning? they demand, and Eddie tries to insist, “Nothing!”, but it doesn’t ring true because the group was planning, of course, they always had a plan.
Eddie can only hope that he hasn’t messed it all up.
He knows that there’s something more going on when he’s left alone in a cell, all questioning abruptly halted. He tries to reason that no news is good news, and the fact that no-one else seems to have been arrested yet quells some of his anxiety, but not by much.
Then the world shakes apart.
He lifts up his head from where he huddled on the floor. Sees how dangerously close he came to falling through a sudden, incongruous crack. Blinks.
There’s ash in the air.
Eddie stands. The crack’s run right up the wall of his cell. If he just… pushes…
There.
A Gate.
He hesitates on the threshold.
And maybe this is the moment that starts to chip away at his fear, a distorted self-perception: that this is who he is when no-one’s watching. A coward.
Because this is different from diving into a lake after others, from convincing yourself that you only did it out of shame.
He’s facing this alone.
And even though he’s still terrified, all he can think through his rapid heartbeat is the plan’s gone wrong. I have to help them.
He exhales shakily, sets his jaw. Mordor it is, he decides.
And with no-one there to witness it, Eddie Munson walks into Hell.
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cacoetheswriting · 3 days
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celebrity skin. (part eight)
pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x popstar!fem!reader word count: 5.2k summary: a reconciliation in New York leads to a rediscovery of not-so-hidden feelings and answers to previously avoided questions — plus more.
content warnings: 18+, minors dni: suggestive & mature themes, adult language, post-breakup emotional hurt / comfort, use of pet names, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of blackmail, & kinda rough smut (unprotected p in v sex) — if i missed anything in this chapter, pls let me know!
& psa: images used in the header don’t depict readers physical attributes! these are also described vaguely in the story, only that she’s a little shorter than eddie.
celebrity skin. masterlist
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One thing Eddie had been absolutely sure of: Stevie Nicks was right.
The trip to New York City was carried out solely on a whim. A gut feeling that the brunette rockstar could not quite shake. He had to see you, despite the possible consequences, and Eddie was smart enough to know there would be a lot. He acted like an ass and whether you would admit it or not, he knew he broke your heart.
Ever since his rise to fame, the Corroded Coffin frontman felt this bubble around him. A bubble created by his team, his band, his past, and his own disruptive behaviour — don’t do drugs was a warning he witnessed (and ignored) many times on posters too colourful for the subject matter, plastered on the walls of Hawkins High. Seemingly, the bubble protected Eddie from predators. Leeches that wanted to take advantage of his fame. Unfortunately, the bubble also shielded him from love.
Love. 
If the rockstar wasn’t so afraid of the feeling as a result of that bubble, perhaps he would have made different choices in all of his past relationships. Most importantly, perhaps Eddie would have made different choices in the one relationship that’s meant more to him than any other. If he wasn’t so afraid of love, and being in love, perhaps he would’ve fought to be with you a little harder.
And love is definitely how Eddie would describe what he felt towards you. Correction. Feels towards you to this very day. Maybe more, if that was possible considering he hasn’t seen you in months. 
So yes, Stevie Nicks was right. The concept of Silver Springs was right.
Seeing you again only affirmed that belief. Talking to you again, witnessing your smile for the first time in months… Well, Eddie never wanted to be apart from you for longer than he already had been. Unfortunately, that wasn’t up to him. Not for as long as your grandmother had her claw all up in your business and stuck her nose where it did not belong.
“So, what happens now?” The rockstar asks, only slightly afraid of the answer.
You hum under your breath, taking a moment to think, gathering your own thoughts. The sun is slowly rising in the distance, so the first response that comes to mind is that you should go home, and Eddie should go back to his hotel, Max’s place, or wherever the hell he’s been staying, before this place starts crawling with people. That would mean saying goodbye for lord knows how long and you were just starting to get comfortable with being around the rockstar again, although, not like that was insanely hard. Whatever. Simply, you didn’t want to say goodbye.
“We could go get breakfast,” you finally say.
Eddie smirks. “As much as like that idea, sweetheart, I didn’t really mean now in the full sense of the word.”
You laugh softly.
“Okay, hotshot.” Turning your head back to look at Eddie, you raise a brow. “What do you think should happen?”
The rockstar smacks his lips together before resting his elbow on one of his knees and bringing his thumb to his mouth. A nervous tick.
“Putting whatever reason I came here for aside, starting over seems like a bad idea since we’ve done that once before and it didn’t really end the way either of us hoped,” he says after a beat of silence, avoiding your gaze.
“Yeah,” you exhale, “Bad idea. Plus you said so yourself, you’re not the relationship type. Getting back together would be redundant.”
“Right,” Eddie agrees quietly, although he really doesn’t want to.
There’s another moment of silence. Nothing but the sound of morning birds chirping melodically and wind gust hitting the water ahead. In the quiet, there is solace. In the quiet, Eddie doesn't have to answer difficult questions or have conversations neither of you really wants to have. A blissful ignorance of what’s really happening here.
He still loves you. You most likely still love him.
It’s all just terrible timing for two people who are — in his mind, at least — made for eachother, but for one reason or the other, can’t be together. Not in this lifetime. Not with people controlling what they can or cannot do. Not with the whole world watching their every move. It hurt. Hurt that a life you both chose was also the life that’s actively destroying something good.
“We could try being friends?” Eddie offers eventually, looking at you then.
You smile. “Friends. I think I like that.”
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Holly is the only person you’re fully comfortable talking to about all of this. She listens, actively nodding along as you spew your thoughts and feelings out loud, until the rambles become too hard to follow. Holly, ever the best friend that she’s always been, places her perfectly manicured hands on your shoulders and gives your body one shake to get you back on track when the story becomes a little too convoluted. And this one is all over the place.
There’s the run in at Saks, the meeting with Max, the plan, the date with Steve, all that leads to Eddie Munson banging on your front door until you let him inside. There’s the emotionally heightened conversation that doesn’t really amount to much. The dinner with your family that opened things up to questions from your nosh sisters and scrutiny from your Nana. Then there was Coney Island.
You pause.
It’s messy, for sure, and your feelings are all over the place as you recount each and every minor detail, which leads you to why you invited her over in the first place: what the fuck do you do about Eddie Munson?
Holly usually gives you advice. Parts of which you want to hear and take on board, parts of which you both know will be ignored. This time however, as you do your best to explain what’s been on your mind — and heart — since the rockstar arrived in New York, this time Holly doesn’t know what to say.
“I don’t know if I should forgive him.”
“Jeff says he’s been, like, super sullen all summer long. Locked in that house of his, or at the studio, working on shit he won’t let the band see.”
“That’s supposed to make it easier for me to do what, exactly? He’s secretive, that’s for sure. Hiding stuff from his band, from his sister, from me…”
You reach for the packet of smokes that Holly brought with her and light one, hand shaking ever so slightly.
“I got virtually nothing from him that night in my apartment. Slightly more under the Wonder Wheel, but still not enough to understand why he did what he did,” you exhale a puff of smoke, “Yet I can’t help but think that despite everything, especially ignoring the weeks I spent in bed because of him, we’re like meant for each other, you know?” 
Holly too lights a cigarette. She also doesn’t answer you.
“That’s kinda pathetic, no?”
“I think until you get the entire truth, it won’t matter whether you get back with him or just be his friend, or whatever, ‘cause you’re not going to be fully happy. Not really,” she explains, avoiding your question because there’s close to nothing worse than admitting to your friend that they’ve lost it completely.
“So I should confront him?”
“Jeff says Eddie doesn’t do well with confrontations.”
You groan. Head falling back on the cushioned sofa.
“Maybe I should just fuck him,” you think out loud, “Get all this frustration out and then just move on with my life.”
Holly laughs. “Just don’t let him finish,” she says, “Karma’s a bitch, and whatnot.”
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New York City is your favourite place on Earth.
Despite your years of extensive travel to tour your various albums or attend different global award shows, New York, your home, has always been top of the list. Elegant, albeit slightly messy. Organised, although a little rowdy. It’s colourful, but dull. Full of people from every corner of the world, which only added to its pre-existing charm. You didn’t really think it was possible to fall in love with it even more until you’ve started to explore it all over again with none other than Eddie Munson — under a new guise of something called friendship.
The rockstar decided to extend his trip. Currently, there is no return date. Exploring New York became the only thing on his agenda. 
The two of you did your best to stay under the radar, away from prying eyes. Although, not like it was necessarily needed as Eddie’s idea of sight seeing involved bar hopping. Old-ish, rather shitty places that have definitely seen better days, but Eddie, he was like a kid in a candy store. With every beer poured and every bowl of peanuts shared, he lit up more and more.
“They remind me of home,” he finally explains, two days into your NYC adventure. “Of Hawkins.” 
You smile at him, but don’t say anything.
“What?” Eddie asks when he notices the look, mouth now full after taking another handful of the perhaps hundredth packet of peanuts the two of you have shared over the last few days.
“I don’t know,” you shrug, swirling the gold-ish liquid inside your beer bottle, “I guess it’s just nice that some small part of my home reminds you of your home.”
Eddie returns the fond expression. Friends is good, he thinks at that moment while catching another peanut with his mouth, not ideal, but good.
“There was this bar,” he says, leaning across the table so that he could be a little closer to you, “The Hideout. Our first venue, outside of Gareth’s garage, and the only place in my crappy hometown where I didn’t feel like an outsider.”
“Places like the Hideout, places like this.” Eddie swirls his finger in the air to show he means your current location, “They’ll always have a special place in my heart, I guess. They’re a part of me. Part of Corroded Coffin history.”
He stares at you for a minute. He’d never share this much with a friend, so perhaps this new concept you’ve both found yourselves in is not as good as the rockstar would like to think. “We could try being friends?” — Eddie’s second guessing his suggestion just as fast as he came up with it.
“We should see more of your home,” he finally states, “As much as I love them, I think we’ve seen all the dingy bars New York has to offer, so I’m open to suggestions.”
You bring the beer bottle to your lips and take a slow sip of the now semi-warm liquid, pondering his request. 
Where could you take Eddie that would represent your love for New York. The Statue of Liberty seems a little basic, as does Times Square — especially since you’ve both performed there in the past. Rockefeller Centre to see the street performers? The Met, even though both of you will most likely be invited next year to the exhibit. In reality, all of the touristy spots like Central Park, for example, would be a little too crowded for either of you to feel safe and remain unseen. 
Then your eyes glisten with an idea.
What’s more homey than a home itself: Cove City Sound Studios.
To any average person, it was just another recording studio found in New York. One of hundreds. To you however, it was heaven on earth. 
Located in Glen Cove, New York, Cove City Sound Studios had been home to many artists before you came along. A lot of albums were recorded here. A lot of number one hits — the list of which you were lucky to join more than once.
You always thought the ambiance of this place fueled your creativity. Often said the reason behind your resounding success was because you got the opportunity to record here. Of course Holly, Val, and especially your Nana, corrected you every time those words had left your lips. “You’re the reason behind your success,” your Nana would affirm, “Not some recording studio.”.
But you knew. Felt it deep within your bones. Cove City Sound Studios was magic.
“Damn,” Eddie mutters under his breath, fingers gently running across the various buttons as his doe-eyes dart across the posters on the wall — one of which features your 1985 album cover (a record once hidden under Eddie’s bed back in Hawkins). 
“Here I thought the place we recorded Honesty in was impressive,” he admits, “This though, this is another level.”
A smile circles your lips.
“Welcome to my home, Eddie Munson.”
The rockstar dips his head, sort of in a way of a little bow, and smiles so wide it makes your insides flutter. Friends, friends, friends. You repeat inside your mind, same thing Eddie is doing, although neither of you are aware. Friends hiding their true feelings.
“I’m honoured, sweetheart.” Eddie adds, placing a ring-clad hand on his heart.
“As you should be,” you tease and walk past him, pushing open a door into the vocal booth. 
The Corroded Coffin frontman follows you with zero to no hesitation. He watches as you slowly circle the small room before standing in front of a microphone, adjusting it to your height.
“I recorded every single one of my songs here apart from Honesty,” you reveal without looking at him. Focusing instead on tightening the metal rod in place. “Hundreds of records that will probably never see the light of day because my label doesn’t think they are good enough.”
Eddie snorts. “As if you could make something that wasn’t deemed good. We wrote shit together, remember? I know how good you are.”
Your lips twist into a timid smile and glance up at him from your lashes. “I appreciate that Eds, but unfortunately the industry doesn’t work that way and you, of all people, should understand.”
“Well, yeah, but doesn’t your grandmother have some sort of special power to get you whatever the fuck you want.”
It’s your turn to snort. “She may be resourceful, but she’s got no control over my management team. Even if she likes to think she does, the only real ability my Nana possesses is tell me what to wear and how to act.”
Eddie nods, taking note of this information. Knowledge he can use to free himself from deceit, blackmail.
Valuable insight into the evil woman that ruined his life since, as you’ve now so beautifully explained, she’s not nearly as formidable as she presented herself to be. A light at the end of the tunnel.
“Perhaps that’s why I can’t bring myself to listen to it,” you say, breaking Eddie away from his thoughts.
“What?”
“Perhaps that’s why I can’t bring myself to listen to Honesty. Because I didn’t record it here.” Nothing to do with the fact that it’s soiled by the memory of the last morning we saw each other, you think, clearly lying to yourself, and him.
Eddie swallows his breath. A twinge of guilt rushes through him. Actually, more than a twinge. A gush, like a waterfall out of control. He’s sure of it now. The two of you could never be just friends. Not until you knew the whole truth about why he did what he did and now that he knew your grandmother had a weakness in her armour, perhaps offering you the truth is something he could do sooner rather than later.
“Then maybe we should change that,” Eddie offers and proceeds to quickly shuffle out of the room, leaving you alone for a second.
You watch through the glass separating the two spaces as he scans the buttons, hands on his hips, tip of his tongue out to indicate he’s thinking. He looks cute and you fail to conceal a smile, so you opt to hang your head and stare at your shoes because you can’t afford to think he’s any sort of desirable. Just friends.
After taking a moment to familiarise himself with a new system, Eddie finds what he’s looking for and switches it on, before hurrying back to stand next to you.
“Ready?”
“Ready,” you affirm while putting a pair of headphones on.
For the next four minutes and twenty-two seconds, you get lost in the chocolate of Eddie’s eyes as you once again sing the song he wrote about you.
“Honestly, you got me fallin’ to my knees
It’s like ecstasy, this feelin’ inside of me
Let’s call it honesty”
Cove City Sound Studios creates magic. You’ve always believed it and now it’s only been affirmed because the way your voice melts with his — no band, no distractions — is nothing short of perfection. 
“You’re a devil in disguise
No, that’s what I want you to be
‘Cause in reality, hon’, you’re a hypnotic dream
An angel for sure
To a non-believer like me
Oh honesty, what have you done to me, honestly”
That’s why the song was a hit in the first place. Now you understand why your management team pushed you to do this collaboration in the first place. Magic. And as Eddie draws the last syllable without breaking eye contact, you’re transported back to the night you met. The night that inspired this song. 
The night that started all of this.
His mind wanders to the same moment, same place, same spot. Friendship is a word that no longer makes sense, but the rockstar doesn’t want to ruin anything (again), so he drops the headphones and exits the booth without saying anything.
You follow him with your gaze. A feeling of longing spreads through you faster than you know what to do with it. It’s unfortunately accompanied by fear because you’re not stupid, far from it. Eddie’s hurt you twice before. Going back in only to get burned a third time would be a grave mistake and you know better than to go down that road again. ‘Cause you do know better, right?
Then this morning’s conversation with Holly enters your mind. Your best friend was right. You could never be happy around him if you didn’t know the truth.
“Eddie, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you think if you didn’t end things when you did, we’d still be together? Or do you think we were doomed regardless?”
He takes a moment to answer. Avoiding looking up through the glass to meet your curious gaze, anxious for an answer.
“I already told you.” His deep voice eventually booms through the speakers. “I’m not the relationship type.”
“Bullshit,” you’re quick to state. It comes out harsher than intended.
“Sweetheart—” He’s shaking his head, still without looking at you.
“No, don’t you fucking dare,” you interrupt, suddenly feeling deflated by this whole situation, defeated in the fight against your feelings towards him. “Like I said before, you don’t get to sweetheart me and give me some bullshit vague answer.”
Eddie’s eyes are now closed. He’s hoping if he shows how he wants no part of this conversation — not right now, not before he gets to speak to your management and then offers you up the truth — that you will let it go. Like you did that night in Coney Island and those last few days too. You seemingly let it go and everything was okay. Fucking friends.
“I gave in too quickly. Into your presence. I missed you so much that when you showed up at my door, it didn’t matter how angry or heartbroken I was. All that mattered was seeing you again and being around you again. But I should’ve stood my ground.”
You’re now standing right in front of the glass window. Arms hanging by your side, nails digging into your palms to pump the adrenaline that’s fueling this fight.
“No matter how many times you tell me that you’re not the relationship type, I won’t believe you. I refuse to believe you because that guy I met in an empty kitchen of a Hidden Hills mansion was looking for something more than a random hook up. He may not have said it, but he proved it with his actions,” you continue your reasonings, “He craved something meaningful. I saw it in the way he smiled every time his eyes met mine, and sensed it in the way he held me close.”
Then you exhale.
“That guy, although hiding behind a mask of an arrogant  dickhead, he wanted to be loved and Jesus Christ did I—”
Eddie’s gaze snaps to you then, widening.
“But if I got it all wrong,” you continue after a few seconds, “If I misunderstood that guy and what he really wanted, then all I need is for him to be straight with me,” you conclude, “No bullshit excuses, Eddie. If you simply didn’t like me, if you simply didn’t care, just say that and we can both carry on with our lives as if nothing ever happened.”
The door slams. Eddie stands in front of you in a flash, brown eyes holding onto yours with force. He’s agitated. He runs a hand down his face before reaching for your shoulders, then dropping his arms back by his side just as fast.
“I cared, of course I cared!” He exhales to compose himself before continuing, “I still care.” It’s barely a whisper.
“Then why?”
“I-I… Well, I just…”
His mind is racing to find the right answer. The truth is what you’re after, unfortunately that’s the one thing he can’t give you yet. Not if he wants to continue witnessing your success. Because, at the end of the day, his own fame and fortune is no longer important. He could care less if it burned to the ground. Your fame however, your fortune, that’s not something Eddie’s willing to gamble. So again, until he can speak to your management, get ahead of your grandmother’s scheming, the truth will remain sealed.
At least some part of it.
“There was this girl. Back home.” Eddie begins, voice shaky, “Before you, she was the only girl that ever saw me for who I really was.”
“Chrissy Cunningham,” you say her name.
Eddie nods.
“Yeah, Chrissy,” he repeats the name. It tastes a little foreign on his tongue after all this time. “Seemingly the classic cheerleader type, you know? Blonde, preppy, always fucking smiling. But Chrissy, she uh… she was far from just a cheerleader. Like me, she was a little misunderstood and that’s what initially brought us together.”
“What happened to her?” You ask. “You keep saying ‘was’. Chrissy was, as if she’s no longer—”
“Look, sweetheart,” Eddie interrupts, “I-I don’t really talk about her. I don’t like to. Too many bad memories.”
“Right,” you murmur, nodding slowly.
“Long story short, I cared for her and it didn’t end well, so when my care for you started to surpass that feeling… I just got scared.”
“Then why not tell me about her in the first place?” You query, “We could’ve talked it out. Pumped the brakes on whatever our relationship was starting to become.”
Eddie doesn’t mean to, but he scoffs. “And then what, huh? Just tip-toe around how we’re actually feeling until that builds resentment? Then it just ends anyway, but it hurts a lot more, no?”
He’s running a hand through his wild locks. Frustrated wouldn’t be the right word. Annoyed feels borderline the same. Angry, yes, but not at you. Angry at the world for introducing such a perfect character into his otherwise shitty life because he’d be better off without you. No. You’d be better off without him? Also no. Jesus Christ, he’s fucking confused.
“That’s what you asked. If I didn’t end things, would we still be together. The truth is, sweetheart, I don’t know because I attract bad shit and people get hurt and… And I need you to be happy, with or without me.”
Silence falls upon the two of you. It’s heavy with the half-truths that were just revealed. Heavy with the underlying tones that are telling you Eddie still cares, and telling him that so do you — more than either of you were willing to admit back then, and even less now.
And there’s definitely feelings there. They bubbled up the second you laid your eyes on him again and as your few days together passed without a major blowout, they only grew stronger — something you explained to Holly, who said that Eddie was so unlike you, it only made sense to feel something towards him. Love him, even.
Perhaps the hurt was worth it.
“Oh, fuck.”
“What?” Eddie’s brows string together as you momentarily glance at your feet before settling your gaze back on the rockstar.
“Guess we were never supposed to do this right.”
“What?” Eddie asks again.
“You said that to me. Back in LA after that picture of us was leaked to the press, remember?”
“Vaguely,” he answers.
“What if you were right?” You ask, tone a little quieter than seconds prior.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m not sure I’m following.”
Decided on your next move, in what you want to happen, you take a step towards the Corroded Coffin frontman so that the tips of your heels are touching his loosely tied Converse. You then place a hand on his chest, albeit hesitantly, and Eddie inhales a sharp breath (loud enough for you to hear).
“What if all of this, everything that happened between us, is because we were never meant to do this right in the first place, Eds?” 
A timid smile circles your lips as the question you asked settles in the air. Loaded full of uncertainty for the future and everything that time ahead holds for the two of you. Your Nana would say that a person of your stature shouldn’t give into uncertainty, something that in Eddie’s case was often repeated by Marianne. Everything is always meticulously planned. No room for error because uncertainty leads to mistakes and those are a nightmare for your respective PR teams. Unfortunately for those teams, uncertainty is what drew you to each other in the first place.
That, and insane fucking attraction.
“I did come here because I regret my decision,” he says while you say, “I miss you.” Both come out at the same time. Mumbled, jumbled together. It registers though.
Without giving it a second thought, Eddie dips his head lower while his hands reach for your face, ring-clad fingers now holding your cheeks. In that same breath, his lips crash against yours in a yearning kiss — one that is fuelled by months of pent up tension and a desire you both shared since your first meeting back in August of ‘92.
It's a dance of fire. One that is burning bigger and brighter with every second his mouth is attached to yours. Dangerous, would be a good word to describe this moment, but the line has been crossed yet again and since there’s definitely no going back now, your fingers tangle themselves in his brown locks as you push your body closer. Eddie also gets braver. He bites down on your bottom lip and when you gasp ever so softly, the rockstar slides his tongue in with ease.
You feel elated. This is exactly what you’ve been missing and by the way Eddie’s tongue twirls within your mouth, hands squishing your face, afraid to let go, you know it’s what he’s been missing too.
It’s destructive, for sure. But the hurt is worth it. You know that now. You feel it. Every single fibre of your being grows more and more alive as Eddie presses into you further, as he caresses your skin with so much tenderness. And you’re beyond cloud nine. Beyond touching heaven. It’s destructive, but it’s bliss.
“If we keep kissing like this,” he whispers against your lips, forehead pressing against yours, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to contain myself.”
“Who says you have to?”
Eddie groans against your jawline before continuing to trail soft pecks along your skin until he reaches your ear, biting it gently.
“We should probably talk about what this means,” he says, but you just shake your head. “‘Cause friends don’t kiss like that, sweetheart.”
“I don’t care about that now, Eds.” You affirm, sure of what you want. Sure that you don’t ever want to forget him or move on. He is a part of you, forever. “I just want you.”
And with that your lips finds his again.
The kiss is feverish, messy. You’re tugging at each other’s clothes, desperately trying to get them out of the way as fast as possible. In an attempt to be even closer, propelled by an indescribable urge, Eddie shifts your positions so that his back is the one to the room, you’re by the wall, and mere seconds later, your back is pressed firmly against his chest.
His strong hands send shivers through your body as they make their way down until they reach your panties, skirt long disregarded, a garment on the floor. He no longer hesitates about what this means, ripping the material down before his feet are kicking your legs apart. Ring-clad fingers slide along the curve of your ass, kneading the flesh, desperate to feel you. All of you. And as one hand works to unzip his pants, the other works its way to your wet entrance, feeling along your slit.
“Please, please…” The excitement causes you to grow warm and moist in his hand.
He can’t contain himself. Removing his hand in a rapid manner, he pushes his cock inside of your starved pussy. You close your eyes at the contact and Eddie begins to fuck you, hard. Rhythm picks up rapidly and you’re clenching around him in a matter of minutes, lower muscles seizing at the contact they’ve long forgotten, but were now more than pleasantly reminded of. 
“God,” he groans, “I fucking missed you.”
The moan that escapes your lips is nothing short of pornographic. It’s a direct response to his words, as well as his actions. He’s pounding into you relentlessly. There’s no time for pleasantries or any sort of softness. This is all about fulfilling a need-based desire and you’re more than willing to comply, high on his voice when he praises “Fuck, baby”, and “You’re doing so good for me, pretty girl.”
When you feel his hands grip your hips, you moan his name. Loud, pathetic. Undone. The rockstar begins to bounce you against him. Your knees weaken and you fall back onto him, head now resting on his shoulder, losing yourself completely in the moment and the pure ecstasy that you’re feeling. The pleasure is almost too much for you.
“Eddie, I’m so close,” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. 
The Corroded Coffin frontman captures your mouth with his. Short, but far from sweet is the kiss. Hungry and devilish. He bites your bottom lip as he pulls away, drawing just a prick of blood.
“Let go for me, baby.” 
When you do, obeying his request, your whole body shivers harshly in his embrace. Eddie keeps going, only his pace has slowed. He’s whispering sweet-nothings into your ear, continuously praising you for being his good girl, and you promise yourself that no matter what happens next, you’re going to be that forever. 
The high soon ends and Eddie pushes you forward gently. You then feel the rockstar’s cock leave you, warm cum spurting over your ass without warning. You’re delighting in the feeling of his juices on your skin. He delights in it too, trailing his fingers over your rear until you turn around to face him.
There’s a smile on your face. Devious, yet benevolent.
Yes, Eddie thinks, Stevie Nicks was definitely right. ‘You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.’ Not like he’d ever want to anyway.
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situationship - pt nineteen
Eddie Munson x petite!fem!Reader (nsfw)
Synopsis: You make your way into Eddie's room.
Warnings: nsfw content; sweet & concerned eddie, eddie's a moaner, slightly desperate reader, dirty talk, teasing, yearning, oral (both receiving), nipple play, fingering, multiple orgasms, grinding, and protected sex
Word Count: 4k
A/N: :D
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Eddie’s room. 
Eddie’s room was…a lot.
Posters everywhere–bands and movies, some signed, some that looked like they came from when Wayne was a teenager. Another handmade tapestry. Corroded Coffin was spray painted on it in red and white faded paint. Two electric guitars hung on the wall, a mirror nearby, a few amps on the floor by a dresser. A desk shoved in a corner covered in stacks of papers, books, and notebooks that looked so well-used, they looked close to breaking apart. Some colored pencils and markers poked out of an unzipped pouch, and a can of aftershave was left topped over beside it. 
Centered on the back wall, his bed sat on a wooden platform bed, and…your cheeks burned at the four straps on the floor, hooked around the legs of the bed. Obvious pink velcro cuffs were attached. They weren't tucked away out of sight, but they weren't out for use. Just there. Like for routine use. And, rather unexpectedly, there was a twinge of jealousy in your gut as you tried to look around the rest of the room.
You weren’t ignorant or naive enough to think Eddie fooling around with someone was a rare occurrence. But actually thinking about him bringing people back and then picturing them–or him–cuffed up on his bed like that…you were leaving. This was momentary. There’d be someone else in his bed after you left.
You drilled that thought into your head as you glanced up at the stars pasted on the ceiling in there, too.
 This was just fun for the time being. 
You drew your fingers over the door to his closed closet, and a small part of you kind of wanted to peek in. See if he had anything fun hidden in there. Maybe see how much of his wardrobe was made up of black jeans, band shirts, and leather jackets. There was that jean vest he used to wear a lot in high school–did he still have that? Or the old lunch box that he definitely kept weed in.
Nerves came as you turned around. Penetrative sex…as in cock inside you…you had…just Andy. That was it. No other experience. Minutes long. Seconds long, sometimes. Were you even good? Would you be good? What if–
“You know why I was gonna take you out to Lover’s Lake?” Eddie asked, sitting on the edge of his bed, legs kicked out and spread. He leaned back casually on his hands, watching you as you faced him. You leaned back against his closet door and held the knob behind your back. 
“To get me naked?”
“To make you do something risky. Make that adrenaline pump.” He tilted his head and slowly drew his eyes over you. “Figure out your limit on shit.”
"My limit?" You tried to laugh casually, rocking back and forth on your feet. "That makes it sound a little scary for what comes next."
“I mean…" His laugh sent a wave of relief through you. It was soft and a little awkward. A bit of pink hit his cheeks that made your stomach flutter. Was he nervous, too? "See where your nerves landed. So I didn't try to do something with you that you didn't wanna."
“I’d tell you if I didn’t want something, Eddie,” you said, brows furrowed. 
“I have no fuckin’ doubt about that. But there’s a serious difference between what I’d try. Like seeing if you liked having a different hole licked versus how many fingers it could take.”
Your eyes widened, and you squeezed the knob a little tighter. Oh. Panic started to rise at the very same time as adrenaline did. Nerves. Curiosity. Doubt. Interest. And a very obvious point that you probably should’ve put more thought into what you’d experiment with, what you liked, and what you should’ve been experimenting with by yourself. 
“Like that.” He nodded at you. “Now I know not to do either cause you look like a deer in headlights.”
“I…”
Your mouth just hung open. What response did you have to that? Cause, a little frustratingly, he was right. On the one hand, there was following the ache in your cunt to do whatever the hell felt good, caution to the wind. Then there was him being goddamn considerate. Sweet. 
"Do you still want to fuck tonight?" he asked, voice soft, eyes holding the same concern as his voice when he looked at you. 
“Yes,” you answered without missing a beat. “Do you?”
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you at Never Ending Pages, (Y/N).”
Ha. Haha. 
You could've laughed–almost did. Wanted to. The seriousness of which he said the words just sent you. You rocked forward and followed it with a step. Teeth fell across your bottom lip so you wouldn't let the disbelief sneak out at all; the exhilaration and nerves; the blood-pumping excitement you suddenly felt from just a few words. 
You also ignored how damn flattered you felt at them, too.
You. Were. Leaving.
His hands skated up over your thighs, hips, waist, and landed on your ribs as you straddled him. Both hands on his shoulders, the bed dipping underneath your knees–you swallowed hard. Why did this guy have to be so weirdly sinful and sweet?
It was making things really hard to differentiate in your head. 
Not all that hard between your legs, though.
You nudged some of his hair out of his face as his hands skated over your back and his arms wrapped around you. You got the sweet scent of his laundry detergent on his clearly freshly cleaned navy blue comforter and sheets. Got that hint of aftershave dabbed on his neck. Felt his muscles tense as you leaned down. Cupping his jaw with one hand and resting the other a little higher on his neck, your mouth found his. 
Chaste, almost. Sweet. A little nervous.
You parted his mouth with yours much the same way he’d done before and dared just a hint of tongue. Careful. The nerves got worse when he continued to take the backseat, only just matching your ginger speed and sighing into the kiss. 
“Keep going,” he muttered against your lips as you broke for air, fingers digging into him just a little. “Take what you want.”
"I…uh." You swallowed hard again. A small knot in your throat made it difficult, and you countered it by reaching down and tugging his shirt off. He stole a kiss in between the passing of his collar over his head. "Jesus."
You ran your hands over his shoulders. Traced his tattoos and his clavicle and the black pick on the end of his necklace. Questions arose that you'd have to ask later. When you weren't currently dealing with shaking hands that felt his heart race under them. When you weren't watching him fall onto his back after the weakest shove you'd ever done. Barely propped up on his elbows, his breathing came quicker. Stated quick as you ran your hands over his stomach, feeling every slight indentation of the muscles he most definitely flexed for you. 
Until your fingers landed on his belt.
He muttered your name, but you ignored it as you glanced up and started to unbuckle his belt. His jaw went hard as you undid his pants next. His hands fisted the blankets as you slid off of his lap, barely sure you were going to be able to do this successfully, and hooked your fingers around his jeans and his blue bowers. 
He said your name again, a little more strained. A flush of red was on his cheeks as you got his jeans down. And then there was all of him–bare. Spread on his bed, cock hard and leaking, angry and red. A prominent vein went up the bottom that you already planned on running your tongue along. And his thick thighs tensed as you nudged them further apart and knelt between them.
“I’m supposed to be spoiling you,” he sighed, chest heaving as you got right where you wanted. 
“I’ve never really…” You glanced down at his cock. “I want to try. Then you can.”
Set jaw, blushing cheeks, widened eyes–Eddie nodded. 
His eyes didn’t leave you as you wrapped your hand around his shaft. He tensed even more as you gave him a few dry pumps, watching how his entire body reacted to the contact. Then…oh, there were a lot of jumbled nerves, but you leaned forward. The curse that left him was dry and mean as you drew your tongue from base to tip. Had to use some information gathered from porn, and you hoped that at least some of it adapted to real-world logic would work.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathed as you wrapped your mouth around his tip and gradually lowered your head. 
He tasted salty. Thick, soft, warm. A little awkward as you tried to make sure your teeth didn’t hit him or that your gag reflex got triggered. The nerves got a little worse as you hoped you weren’t going too slow or too awkwardly, carefully trying to judge how much suction you were supposed to add, how deep you could take him, what rhythm to find. Did he want it fast? Slow? Was there a right speed?
“(Y/N)," he groaned, one hand coming down to rest gently on the back of your head. You shot up and met his gaze, terrified you'd done something wrong. His brows knit together quickly, and he nodded back down at his cock. "Don't fuckin' stop." 
"Oh." A burst of confidence hit you, and you lowered your head. "Sorry."
You took him as deep as you could on the next bob of your head, and you weren’t sure whether he was trying to answer you or not. A choked groan started in the middle of his chest and expanded out. Came lower in a twitch of his hips and a tensing of his stomach, then left his mouth through his teeth. 
“This is your first time?” he got out after. “Fuck. And you took me that deep?”
An involuntary smile crept up, and you moved your head a little faster. Your gag reflex tried to go off just a little, but you pushed it aside as best as you could. Tried to find a steady rhythm as your hand took what was left near the base. The sounds were wet and vulgar and a smidge embarrassing, but they were quickly overwritten by Eddie's. 
Who knew a man moaning and grunting could be so sexy?
It'd been one thing to hear the quiet ones in his van, but this was different. There was no worry about getting overheard. Or…or whatever you were doing just felt that good, and he couldn’t hold them back. 
“No." His hand twitched on your head, and then it was gone. A frantic tapping against your cheek had you looking up and wiping your hand over your mouth. "Nope. Fuck that. C’mere.”
Before you could even question what he was doing, Eddie was upright. One hand on your jaw brought you back onto the bed, propping yourself up with your hand. Swaying, his mouth went to yours. A fiery yearning that almost made your elbow give out as he guided you up him. A hungry kiss that stole whines and a hold that made you fall against him. 
“Eddie,” you whined, lifting your arms so he could pry your tank top off. You fell with a soft oof onto his bed, the glow-in-the-dark stars above you. The position change sent up a breath of sweetness and clean linen smell around you while Eddie’s mouth found your jaw. “But you didn’t–”
“How many times do I gotta tell you that I’m spoiling you,” he panted against you, hands kneading your ass through your shorts. The franticness at which he did it, it was more than just about spoiling you. The drag of his erection against you was literal proof of it. “I don’t get to cum before you do.”
“But…” 
Your eyes locked as he kissed over your chest. Under you, he unhooked your bra sloppily. Endearing in the mist of sin taking over the room. A small fumble that made him give you a crooked grin that lasted as long as it took to get your bra off.
Then his hands were on your waist as his mouth went down. Slow licks across your nipples. Hard and pinching under the contact. His hands scooted up and groped as his mouth teased. There’d been a little bit of this before with Andy, but Eddie…holy hell. He alternated the sweet and the teasing in a way that felt like hot and cold. A pinch that sent pleasure right to your clit. His mouth closing and sucking that spread it out like fire across your skin. Nips at the bottom and sucking, leaving marks all across where nobody would know he’d kissed, touched, teased, licked. 
His hips settled between your legs and kept them wide open. The occasional drag of his erection over your thin shorts brought you right back to that feeling on his couch. Before. Then, the time before that. The desperate urge to have more. To cum. To fall into a million pieces underneath him.
He went lower, and you mimicked his position earlier–up on your elbows, you watched him tug your shorts down. Held your breath as your heart slammed into your chest. He looked…it really was a special sight. Maybe it was a bit of sneaking around that added to it, but seeing him framed by his room, door left ajar, arms wrapping your legs around him…one stroke of his tongue was all it took for you to collapse back on the bed. 
He slid two fingers in with an embarrassing ease.
“Oh my god,” poured from your lips on repeat. A mantra as his tongue lapped at your sensitive clit. Still swollen and aching from earlier. Still easy to tease with quick flicks and long drags.
And when his fingers found that spot inside of you so easily…
When he alternated and brought the torture of his fingers to your clit and the teasing of his tongue lower…
Again, oh my god poured from your lips. Just higher, louder. Breathless. 
He was like a cruel beast who knew exactly what had you writhing on his arms and got off on it. And the worst part? That only made you squirm more. The heat in his gaze, the grunting he let out as he tongue-fucked you, and when your hips started to move over his fingers–he had such a proud, lustful grin that it was embarrassing on your behalf. How he let up on his hold and let you ride his tongue. Mused as your back arched and he pressed his head against your thigh, watching your hands come to your chest to squeeze and pinch as his fingers plunged into you.
He latched his tongue back to your clit when you started to squeeze his fingers. Kept one arm over your lap to keep you steady and as still as he could. A flicker of mischief in his eyes made you, for a brief moment in the haze of desire, think he was going to do the same thing he had on the couch. Keep it from you. 
But as soon as the notion had passed through your mind, he scooted a bit forward and kept his shoulders between your legs. Just as they started to close; just as your climax hit.
Between your fingers pinching your nipples, his tongue on your clit, and his fingers knuckle-deep inside you–you sobbed as you came. Arched back, tears in your eyes, and hips desperately trying to lift up. 
Eddie fucked you through it, keeping his eyes locked right on you as his mouth never lifted from your clit or his fingers from your cunt. 
It felt…fucking phenomenal.
“Fuck–fuck. Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.”
Your hands went to the bed as you came down, his mouth leaving kisses on your thigh and fingers hovering over your leg as he gently held your thighs open. Sweet, chaste kisses hit the tender skin, and your mind spun. Empty. Eyes flickered over the constellation patterns that were noticeable on the ceiling.
Huh. Your cheeks were wet, and they hurt a little bit. 
Oh. You were smiling. Laughing a little bit too. 
But…it…it’d just felt so good. In the back of his van, it’d been a bit nerve-wracking given the obvious, well, getting caught aspect. But here…
Your arms were weak as you started to sit up, and Eddie stopped mid-kiss to your thigh, cocking a brow and holding your gaze. A smile tugged up on his lips, and he draped his head on your leg. 
“That good, huh?”
Ah. It showed on your face. 
“Yeah,” you sputtered, watching your bare chest rise and fall. Looking at the hickies he’d already left across different parts of you. All hidden…with the right outfits, of course. “Yeah, Eddie. Holy hell.”
"So, then we should go for the same record as last time." His teeth nipped on the next inner thigh kiss. The sharp stinging went right to your clit. Still sensitive. Still throbbing. His tongue flicked it, and your entire body jolted. "How many times was it last time?"
You answered with a moan through your teeth as his tongue pressed hard against your clit.
“How many times did I make this pretty cunt cum in my van?” Another long, flat drag of his tongue. 
“Three?” 
“You don’t sound sure,” he mused. 
Honestly, you weren't. Weren't sure of anything other than the next jolt of pleasure that shot through you as he went back to your clit. Not gradually, either. He had another firm grip locked onto your legs and practically suctioned himself to your cunt. You were pushed further back on the bed in the process, and you threw your arms above you to try and grab onto something. Anything that could ground you. Anything that kept you composed as he devoured you to the point where your legs wrapped around him, and you squirmed in his hold.
“Oh my god. Oh my–fuck.”
He alternated where his tongue went only a few times before you were clenching around it, his wet fingers gliding over your clit. Quick circles made the orgasm come easy, but not nicely. It slammed into you, and you gushed around his tongue. Sloppily, obscenely. You whined through your teeth while tears fell from the corners of your eyes.
Again, he didn’t let up until your cunt stopped fluttering and you whimpered his name.
Then his mouth was on yours. Dried behind a swipe of his hand, but you still tasted yourself on his tongue. Almost similar to how he'd tasted earlier. But you barely noticed it behind the hunger. Behind the crossroads you were at, wrapping yourself around him, hands pawing at his back as he pressed you into the mattress.
His cock dragged over your cunt, and you had an internal choice to make.
It'd been a nerve-wracking one earlier, so maybe it was the orgasms that freed them up a bit. Or perhaps the raw lust that clawed through him as he held you, wanting to feel every inch of you against him. The harsh grip he had on your waist as his forehead bumped yours, and he drew his cock between your folds. Never going further, never even asking. Just grinding himself against your clit and making you press back against the bed, nails scraping against the tensing muscles in his shoulders. There had to be some pleasure in it for him, obviously, given his panting and moaning, but…
Fuck. Yeah. 
You wrapped an arm around him and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Tugged just hard enough to get him to lift and look at you.
“Condoms,” was all you stuttered. 
“Are you s–”
“Condoms, Eddie.” Your noses brushed. “I fucking need you inside me now.”
He nearly fell off of his bed fumbling to get to his bedside table. He pulled the drawer off center as he pawed for the box of condoms inside it. Your white underwear was in there, too. As was a pair of handcuffs, a red sleep mask, and a bottle of lube. 
Your cheeks erupted and flames fell across you. All of that easily within reach? 
Nope. 
Couldn't think about it right then. Only about Eddie freeing the condom and rolling it over his cock. Frantically. Desperately. His dark eyes found yours as he knelt partially over you still, shoving his hair back out of his face. Red cheeks and parted lips, you got just a glimpse before his mouth was back on yours. 
And then everything melted away.
“C’mere, baby,” he mused, rough hand cupping your jaw.
You would've said something snarky about already being as close as possible, but you were at a loss for words. Just him–that was it. Bare, warm, and as tender as he was hungry. His thumb brushed across your lips in a slow, sweet drag. Again, tender. You were the one to reach down between you and take his cock.
He breathed through his teeth as you lined him up, and you listened to your heart pound. Incessant hard beats that made you throw an arm around his neck. Like an anchor. Maybe sex meant a hell of a lot more than you realized. Or maybe it did when it was like this. 
Eddie pressed forward. The pressure and the stretching came easily, and you gasped. A slight rock of his hips and you were hugging him closer. His cock was inside you. Another. Longer; deeper. His cock was in you, and it felt incredible. A pullback as a hand skated over your leg and went for your ass. He stole a kiss before he rutted in. Not hard, but far from soft and gentle.
You threw your other arm around him as he gradually maintained that rhythm. Until your mind whirred and your legs squeezed his sides. Hair tickling your shoulders, neck, cheeks; mouth on yours; noses brushing; the soft panting growing as he rutted forward, bottoming out…he hit a certain angle that had your toes damn near curling.
Then he pulled back. A quick kiss before he was on his knees, hauling you by your waist to make up the lost difference. Naked, sweaty, needy, and vulnerable, you shivered as he held your legs open and slid himself back in. Kept his head hung and peered up at you through half-lidded eyes that crinkled from a grin. 
One hand moved from your leg to rest just above your cunt as he bottomed out. A gasp fell from you first. You had all of him inside you. Every thick, hard inch. And you needed more–needed him to keep going. And he would. He did. Just lowered his hand a bit first, and that gasp was forgotten by a whine as he rubbed your clit. 
“This okay, baby?” he asked, languidly thrusting as his finger searched for the right pace that had you writhing on his cock. 
He found it frustratingly quickly. 
“Yes. Yes.” You clawed at the bed, far from caring about how ridiculous it probably looked. Between his cock and his fingers, you could hardly withstand it. Every vein slowly felt like it was building to burst like fireworks. “D-Don’t stop. Don’t.”
"I won't. Fucking Christ, I won't." A grin came as he huffed. It was a little difficult to tell if he was mocking you or not, but it didn't matter. He kept going. "Not tonight. Won't tease tonight." A groan came low and visceral as your climax already started to build, and you clenched around his cock. "Fuck–need to feel you cum on me like this. Don't go holding back on me, baby."
He worked you with the same rhythm, same speed, same everything. Exactly how you liked it; exactly how it’d made your cunt clench. Wow. It was there already. Right there. Unapologetically. Mercilessly. Made you grind your teeth and dig your heels into the bed. Arched back and clawing hands, you closed your eyes. Your thighs felt weak through the tensing as it slammed into you. 
So this was what you’d been missing out on for so long.
It was fucking jaw-dropping.
You whined his name as you came, enjoying every drop of ecstasy coursing through you. 
Every last drop.
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finntheehumaneater · 3 days
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I owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 17)
Part one | pinboard | ao3 | no playlist link while i move it to Spotify
Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated because I’m a sad girly and an attention whore 🩵
(Notes and a little explication under the cut, because I don’t have to give one but I want to)
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“Stevie,” Eddie whispered, nudging him to sit up. He had fallen asleep on the couch, red lines on his face from where it was pushed against his shirt sleeve. His arm was numb.
“Hm?” His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dying light, everything yellow and hazy from the beams through the window, reflecting darker shapes on Eddie’s face from the old white lace curtains. The screen door was open, and the air was comfortably cool. It felt nice—so different from his stuffy house where it was always too-warm.
Eddie’s voice was quiet and rough, his nose nudging against Steve’s and his breath ghosting over Steve’s  lips. “Come outside with me,” he said softly, his hand slipping under Steve’s shirt to trace along his stomach. His fingers were cold.
The house was unusually quiet, and Steve looked around, squinting. “Where did…everyone else go?”
“They’re at Briar’s,” Eddie said simply, tugging Steve up impatiently and giving no further explanation. Steve didn’t know how Birar was. “He just got back from his mom’s—Wayne hasn’t seen him in a while, so they went over. Thought you could use the sleep, too, he said.”
Steve froze, and Eddie must have known what he was thinking, because he just tugged him towards the door and smiled softly. “It’s okay. He was just worried about you. He worries about everyone, sweetheart.”
Steve nodded, letting Eddie pull him onto the grass, his socks cold. He should have grabbed shoes. Eddie plopped down onto the bench, taking out a cigarette from god knows where, Steve wasn’t paying attention. 
He climbed up next to Eddie, his hands clasped as he looked down. It felt kind of clammy outside, even though his arms were cold. 
“So,” Eddie whispered, and Steve’s head snapped up. Eddie was smiling, flicking his lighter on and then twisting it so the cap flipped back, putting it out. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Steve whispered back, laughing slightly. This was kind of awkward. “What’s up?”
“Sorry I woke you up for this,” Eddie muttered, sighing, and handing Steve the lighter and the cigarette. He took it, placing it down next to him. “I just—I want to talk, you know? Not—not bad talking, just…talking.”
Steve nodded, about to maybe protest and say that he wanted to go back to bed—maybe in Eddie’s actually bed this time—and before he could get into his head about how that was a bad thing to say, Eddie cut him off.
“And—“ He started, bumping his shoulder against Steve’s. “To give you…a present. Well, more like…give you back something you gave me, and maybe I shouldn’t even be giving it back because you didn’t really give it to me in the best of situations, but—“
“Eddie?” Steve whispered.
“Hm?”
“I got it the first time.”
Eddie’s cheeks flushed and he nodded. “Right, right. I, uh—left the stuff inside, so I’ll…yeah, I’ll go get them,” he stood up, pulling Steve in for a kiss before he hopped off the table and practically sprinted the few feet back to the trailer door.
Steve rolled his eyes, smiling and lighting the cigarette next to him. He didn’t know what Eddie was going to give him, but he’d pretend to like it either way. It’s how he always was with gifts—a bunch of rich relatives he had never met sending him sports equipment that was too small, even though he didn’t play anymore. It wasn’t like he told his parents he had quit—and it meant he could donate the stuff to the highschool for the kids to use, but he still had to make thank you cards. 
When Eddie came back, it was with closed palms and an even more nervous expression. He slid back next to Steve, turning on the top of the table so that his legs were crossed beside him. “When I, uh…when I look at these, I just…keep thinking about the night you gave them to me. How it wasn’t under the best of circumstances. And I want you to have them back,” he whispered, shoving the porcelain bird and the ring into Steve’s palm. “Not because I don’t like them, but—but because they’re yours. It doesn’t feel right for me to keep them from you.”
Steve hated that he was quiet, his face unchanging. He should have smiled, said thank you, made some excuse to go back inside and then cried in the bathroom for a while until he felt too tired to move. It’s what he should have done, but he didn’t do it.
Instead, he grabbed Eddie’s wrist, slipping the ring onto his middle finger. “I got this for you. I didn’t know I got it for you when I did, but it was pretty. Sorry it’s not like your other rings.” 
He saw the way Eddie’s face completely crumpled, not exactly in sadness but slightly, his eyes watering when he looked back up. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Steve whispered, shrugging and pulling his knees to his chest. “Oh.”
“Could I—“ Eddie cut himself off, his arms sliding around Steve’s waist, his chest against Steve’s shoulder. “I need to ask you something, okay?” His voice was soft—too soft than Steve deserved, but he listened anyways, his fingers slipping under Eddie’s shirt to feel at the scar on his stomach, the porcelain bird cold and heavy in his other hand.
“I don’t know what happened at Starcourt, but…you know you’re safe here, right?” Eddie whispered, his lips pressed against the side of Steve’s head, his hands gripping at his waist, the gold posy ring more cool than his others since it must have been near the fan inside. Maybe that was why the bird was cold, too. Steve nodded, because that’s what Eddie wanted to hear. He felt relieved when he could feel Eddie’s shoulder shrink in, deflating. “Okay. And…and you know I love you, right?”
Steve nodded again, pressing his face into Eddie’s neck like he was trying to hide, didn’t like how this conversation was going, there was going to be a ‘but’ wasn’t there, maybe he had done something wrong—
“And that I want you to be happy? And—and to be able to do what you want?” Eddie murmured, his voice unbelievably soft as he gently tugged Steve back by his shoulders to look at him. Steve hated how his eyes watered. He shook his head.
“You don’t think I want you to be happy?” Eddie asked, sounded confused—hurt—and Steve wanted to curl up and die somewhere far away. Maybe move in with Robin, if her parents would let him.
“No, no,” Steve said, shaking his head in a slow, stupid way, his mind spinning. All of him felt too heavy, like he was going to fall over. “I know, but you shouldn’t—you shouldn’t worry about that.”
Eddie sighed, seeming too notice how Steve was shutting down again, and Steve didn’t like that he was doing it either—dismissing everything and trying not to make this a big deal—but he couldn’t help it.
“Is there anything you want to ask me, baby?” Eddie prompted gently, seeming to give up on his original motive, gently poking Steve in the side.
“Your scar,” Steve whispered, setting the bird down on the table. “Where did you get it?”
Eddie sighed, looking down as Steve gently pushed the hem of his shirt up to show the thin, raised lightly line, running his fingers along it and pressing a bit harder when Eddie shivered. “It’s not a very happy story.”
“Oh, sorry,” Steve muttered, moving his hand and going to sit back up, but Eddie’s arms wrapped around him more tightly, sucking in a shaky breath and shaking his head.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Eddie said, shrugging. “It was uh…the first time I started selling there was this guy,” Eddie trailed off, shrugging again, and Steve’s hands went up to his shoulders, smoking back to look at him again. “And he didn’t like the prices so he…got kind of physical.”
“Did it hurt?” Steve asked, before he could think better of it. 
“Uh, a little. I kind of passed out, though, and then Marge came by and saw me and thought I was dead,” he said, rolling his eyes. “And she put me in the trunk of her car and brought me to Wayne. Thank god the cops didn’t pull her over or Sunny wouldn’t have a house.”
“Sunny lives with Marge?” Steve sat up, looking in the direction of Briar’s trailer as the door opened.
Eddie followed his gaze. “Oh, uh…yeah, she does. There’s an upstairs in the shop, that’s where they stay. Let’s get you back inside before it gets loud again, okay?”
Steve nodded, letting Eddie pull him up and guide him back to the door, hearing sunny yell something in her wobbly voice to Wayne, who laughed and must have signed back because Steve didn’t hear him respond.
Eddie took Steve over to his bedroom, throwing his clothes from last night onto the ground near the closet and gently pushing Steve onto the bed, practically manhandling him to lay down until he could curl around him, his face tucked into Steve’s neck.
“You’re gonna be okay,” He whispered, and Steve wished Eddie knew how much that meant to him. “M’gonna keep you.”
Steve bit back a sob, nodding as he twisted around in Eddie’s arms to face him, his cheeks pink. “Are you sure I shouldn’t go out and say hi to everyone? I don’t want to be rude and hide in here.”
“No, baby, it’s okay,” Eddie whispered, pressing a kiss to Steve’s forehead. “It’s okay.”
“Eddie.”
“It’s okay,” Eddie whispered, a bit more firm this time, but still soft as he fingers pressed a bit harder at Steve’s waist.
Steve sighed, closing his eyes. “You’re—you’re gonna keep me?”
Eddie hummed, pressing a kiss to Steve’s collarbone. “Mhm. If you want me to.”
Steve pushed his face harder into the pillow, nodding. He couldn’t wait to fall back alseep before he fucked this up. The only nice thing he had left besides his kids and Robin. “Okay.”
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Hallo guys. I know it’s been a long time since I did an update, but while I was writing this I kind of wasn’t in the best headspace, and having to do extra stuff like update chapters got to be too much for me at the time, so I took a break from this and wrote some little things. After I was feeling better, I had to do some stuff for my big bang fic and what not, so I didn’t really have the time. I don’t know how much more of this fic there’s going to be, but the taglist is still open, and I will be updating again, just….sometime in the future. Probably not another two months away though haha.
I don’t know what made me super sad and depressed. Or like—I do but I won’t admit it to myself because it’s so stupid. But I’m working on feeling better and doing things I enjoy and taking breaks when I need them, which is good. I’m still sad, but not as sad anymore :)
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oneforthemunny · 1 hour
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take as needed |bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader|
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prompt: a hectic week at the hideout has you burnt out, fed up, and on the path of destruction. eddie is in your path, and tries to course correct.
contains: minors dni. smut. dom!eddie x sub!reader tones this time. soft!dom!eddie. emotional release spanking. masturbation male. angst, fighting, they're kinda mean to each other but ends in fluff. based off this blurb from a while ago.
"Behind you." Veronica held the beers over you, shimmying through the crowded back area towards her customers at the end of the bar.
It was way too busy for The Hideout- for Hawkins. College was out for the summertime, all the college kids that fled as fast as they could after graduation were dragged back for the summer. Most of them would rather be at some stuffy bar that with their families, and you couldn't blame them, so they found there way here. On a Friday night, slammed and the karaoke machine in full effect from nine til midnight. Thankfully, you got off at ten, only an hour of enduring the screeching off note wails of the drunken patrons.
"Great song choice, man. Super metal." You looked up to see Eddie, all black even in the summer heat, sliding behind the bar, fist bumping the drunk kid who'd belted Welcome to the Jungle complete with the filthy moans into the mic. It had made everyone laugh, hoot and yell out encouragements at him. Everyone but you, it just irritated you.
"Hey there, pretty girl." Eddie muttered, grabbing your waist while he slid past you. "When you get a chance, can you make me a drink, please?"
"I'm super busy right now, Ed." You huffed, fishing a pen out of your back pocket, setting it on the bar for the drunk sorority girl to sign.
"I know, baby," Eddie cooed, ringed hands rubbing down you arms gently. You knew the act was to soothe you, calm you down, but it did nothing to relax you, only pissing you off further. "Whenever you get a chance. 'm on my break. You need any help? Wha'dya need me to do? How can I help?"
"No." You grit, shoving the ice scoop into the clumped, melting ice with a rather hard shove. "Can you just get out from behind here? It's crowded enough, Ed. 'M boiling and you're in my way."
"Easy, ease up." Eddie frowned at you. "Just trying to see if you need any help."
"I'm fine." You slammed the glass down on the counter, Veronica's eyes cutting over towards you carefully. You'd been on edge all night, frustrated and annoyed from the moment you walked in, such a contrast to your usual very sweet and bubbly demeanor. The customers seemed to notice too, seeing as your tips were practically cut in half, even on a busy night.
You tilted the bottle up, not even bother to properly measure the amount of vodka you were dousing into the drink. Veronica raised her brows at Eddie, shaking her head gently. You pressed the lemonade tap before turning to him. "I'll make your drink if I have time."
"I got it." Veronica offered, pulling two glasses out. "What do you want, Ed-"
"-I can make it, Veronica." You sneered, jamming a straw in the drink and adding it to the tab. "Just gimme a goddam second."
"Hey," Eddie's eyes narrowed at you. "What's gotten into you? Take a fucking chill pill and relax."
"I am relaxed." You sneered, slamming the drink on the counter in front of the wide eyed girl. "You are pissing me off."
"Hey, the both of you," Ellen huffed from her place behind you. "Why don't you both go on your fifteen." She suggested. "Cool off, alright?"
Eddie didn't give you a chance to protest, wrapping his arm around your bicep lightly, dragging you back towards the kitchen. You grumbled the whole way, whining about your tips, scuffing your feet along the sticky tile, until Eddie pushed the back door open.
"...and fucking Veronica has been taking all the regulars tonight, and I get all these young fucks who don't tip. Fucking bitch, like, she knows that's not fair-"
"-What is your problem tonight?" Eddie frowned.
You blinked, a scoff leaving your lips. "Me? What's my problem? Are you- are you fucking serious?"
"Yeah. You're being mean tonight. What's going on?" Eddie's jaw clenched, teeth grinding together.
"Oh, fuck you, Eddie. I am not being fucking mean, you're such a-"
"Hey," His ringed hand caught your jaw easily, light but firm. "Enough of whatever you're pissed about, alright? You gotta get yourself together. You're being mean to everyone. Not a good look. Killing the vibe, babe."
Your lips pursed, shoving him off of you. "You're a fucking piece of shit, you know that?" You sneered, reaching for the handle of the door. "I'm killing the vibe- fuck you! I'll kill the vibe if I want to."
Eddie's hand smacked onto the door, shutting it before you opened it completely. "What has got you acting like this?" Eddie demanded. You shoved him again, reaching for the handle. "Hey, stop it. I'm being serious, alright? Did someone mess with you? You're supposed to tell me or Ellen. I'll take care of them you know I will. Won't let them mess with you. Just- Can you tell me what's going on with you. Why are you being so mean tonight?"
"You're so fucking annoying." You huffed. "Nothing it wrong with me. You're just pissing me off."
"Yeah? Well, you're pissin' me off, too." Eddie snapped. You faltered at his biting tone. "Pissing me off, and everybody else off with your horrible little attitude."
"I don't have an attitude." You mumbled.
Eddie scoffed. "Yeah fucking right. You've been awful all night, and honestly, I'm sick of it. So is everyone else, so you better stop it now. Alright?"
It was your turn to scoff, a heavy eye roll accompanied. "Yeah? Or what? Huh? What the fuck are you or anyone else gonna do huh? Send me home? Cut me? Please, be my fucking guest."
Eddie moved, pinning you to the door, hands on yours, closing around them firmly. "If you don't quit acting so bitchy and mean, then I'm gonna treat you mean. Give you a taste of your own medicine." Eddie growled, eyes pointed in a fiery glare that had your knees buckling.
"You got me? Keep this shitty little attitude up, and I'm gonna drag you to the back and give you an attitude adjustment. That what you want?"
Your heart jumped at the threat, tummy flipping and pooling with warmth. "Y-You're not going to-" Your voice shook, Eddie's challenging look cutting you off further.
"No? You sure? You really think I won't? Keep it up." Eddie snarled, letting your hands go. "I'm sure everyone would love to see you get put in your place after how awful you've been tonight."
You let out a shuddering breath, watching him reach for his reds, sifting through the pack, curls falling in front of his face. Eddie turned to you, cigarette around his lips. "What?" He asked, flicking the lighter. "You want one?"
Your nose scrunched, grabbing the door handle and yanking it open furiously. Eddie rolled his neck, inhaling deeply. It was going to be a long night.
Though your attitude subdued through most of the night, enough that at least you weren't so hateful outwardly, not slinging mean comments. Instead, you took to glaring, shooting daggers at Eddie. Thankfully, the bar died down enough for the two of you to go home in time, Ellen giving Eddie a wary look over your head while you wrote your time.
"Fuckin' asshole." You sneered, sifting through the wadded bills, flicking the cash into the drawer.
"What's wrong?" Ellen asked, passing the check to the group of girls across the bar.
"That jackass only tipped a dollar." You grit, tucking the singular bill into your bra. "Six beers and four shots, and he tips a dollar? What a piece of shit."
Ellen's lips pursed. "Well, maybe if you were nicer-"
"-I was nice." You snapped defensively.
Eddie's shoulders tensed at your tone, even from his place by the door he could hear it, much clearer now that the place had started to clear out.
Ellen's brow raised, looking at you then to Eddie. He could feel his face flush, mortified at your attitude. "You know what? It's died down, and you..." Ellen shook her head. "Veronica and I can close up tonight. You can go home early."
You scoffed, dumping the glasses into the tray. "I don't have a ride. I came with Eddie. It's fine, I'll start the-"
"-No, Ed!" Ellen waved him over. "You two go home early, alright? Last calls in an hour, it's dying down. We got it."
Eddie wanted to die, melt into the floor. He felt like he was in grade school again, getting in trouble because someone was talking to him, grouped in with the trouble when he was innocent.
You didn't argue, huffing when you split the tips in the jar, stomping away towards the back. "Ellen, hey, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with her tonight. I think she's just in a bad mood-"
"-That's an understatement, Munson." Ellen grumbled, eyes rolling. "Did you two fight or something on the way here?"
"No, we didn't-"
"-Because I'm glad you two are together. I think you're real cute, but if it's going to effect your work like this. I'll have to stop scheduling you two together." Ellen gave him a pointed look. "And that's really gonna be a pain in my ass."
Eddie swallowed, hands buzzing, twisting his rings nervously. "No, I get that. It won't- You don't need to do that. I'll get it under control. This was just a one time thing. She's just having a bad day."
Ellen held his gaze, a stern glare that had Eddie's heart picking up, cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I hope so. I'm choosing to believe you because I agree, that," Ellen waved towards the back where you were no doubt sulking. "Is out of character."
Eddie nodded, muttering a sigh filled apology. Ellen waved him off. "Hey just make sure you two are good on Tuesday, alright? We'll start fresh. Have a good weekend."
"You too. And you, Veronica, thank you." Eddie waved, pushing the swinging doors towards the back.
He found you next to the lockers, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, foot tapping in annoyance. "What took you so long?" You snapped.
Eddie flinched, blinking back at you in disbelief. "What?"
"I've been waiting. It took you forever." You huffed. "You usually run out of here and tonight, when I'm already in a bad mood, you take forever? Are you just trying to piss me off?"
"Are you?" Eddie snapped. Your eyes widened, face falling at his tone, furious, annoyed.
"What?" You swallowed.
Eddie shook his head at you, grabbing the lock on his locker, spinning the combination. "You're..." Eddie scoffed lightly.
"What? I'm what?" You clicked your tongue in annoyance.
"You're being a real asshole tonight." Eddie looked over his shoulder at you. "Embarrassing, acting like this. Getting sent home early? How are you not embarrassed?"
Heat filled your chest, heavy and suffocating, different that the bubbling rage from before. "I thought you'd be ready to crawl in a hole after Ellen sent you home." Eddie flung the metal door open, letting it hit the others with a loud clank! that had you flinching.
"Then you get me sent home too, and you've got the fucking audacity to be mean? To talk to me like that?" Eddie glared at you over his shoulder. Your frame shrunk, heart pounding in your ears. It was the most subdued you'd been all night.
"I-I didn't get you sent home-"
"-The fuck you didn't." Eddie scoffed, grabbing his keys, his wallet out of the locker, smacking it shut. "You wanna know what was taking to long? I was talking to Ellen. She was telling me if we can't keep our personal life out of work, we can't work together. I was trying to tell her that we didn't get into a fight, and she didn't believe me."
Eddie took a step towards you, time card in hand. "She couldn't believe you were just mean like that unprovoked." Eddie shoved the card in the clock. "So what? You mad at me? Is that what's going on?"
"No." You muttered, looking down at your beat up sneakers, covered with sticky stains from the night.
"So what then? Care to tell me what's wrong? I mean, shit, we're getting sent home now. Feel like you should let me in on what's goin' on." Eddie threw his hands up, keys rattling between his fingers.
"Nothing's wrong-" You sneered, barely registering the ringed hand that caught your chin. Fingers squeezing your cheek in a firm grasp, pulling your gaze to Eddie's.
His eyes lidded, nostrils flaring down at you. "You better watch it." Eddie gritted. "Keep this shit up, and I'll lock that door and fix that attitude in here."
Your tummy flipped, swallowing thickly around the lump in your throat. Agitation fizzled into arousal at the threat. You cursed yourself for feeling that way.
Eddie's eyes squinted, head tipping towards yours slightly. "That what you want?" He huffed, hand still firm on your cheeks. "You acted like this because you wanted me to be mean to you-"
"-No." You sneered, wiggling in his grasp, scared he could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "That's not why."
"So tell me why." Eddie's hand loosened, eyes still pinning you with his gaze. "Tell me what's goin' on."
Your chest sunk with a heavy guilt. Burnt out from tireless hours of work, cranky from lack of sleep, annoyed that Ellen let Pat off for the week when the place had never been busier. All of it eating away at you throughout the week until you finally snapped.
"I just wanna go home." Your tone was softer than before, still teetering on huffy. "I don't want to be in this place for another second. I'm so sick of being here."
Eddie nodded, tongue sliding over his teeth. Keys clenched in his hand, he stayed silent. The car ride uncomfortable silent, neither of you speaking first, the hum of the radio the only refuge.
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"You gonna tell me what's going on?" Eddie broke the silence after nearly an hour. The two of you had gotten back to his trailer, going your separate ways to cool down. He finished a cigarette on the steps, let you do whatever you needed to inside.
He found you by the sink, scrubbing your makeup off. Mascara and eyeliner smeared down your lids, normally, he'd laugh. Squeeze your sides and tell you how metal you looked, silly and playful until you were giggling with him.
Not tonight.
A part of you wished he would have. It would have made you feel better.
That gnawing feeling of uncomfortableness was eating you alive from the inside out. Had your chest feeling tight, skin crawling with irritation. It had only grown worse, now that you were left to reflect on the night- on how you acted.
Eddie moved into the mirror behind you, pulling his shirt off, tossing it in the hamper. You brought the wash cloth back to your face, cleaning the smeared makeup from under your eyes.
Eddie's shoulders slumped. "C'mon." He sighed, softer this time. "What's wrong, baby?" His hands slid over your arms, pressing a small kiss to your shoulder. "Tell me what's goin' on. I know something's wrong."
Your nose burned, pressing the warm washcloth to it. "I don't know." You muttered, opening the mirror, plucking the faded lilac case from the shelf.
"I just... I don't know." Your eyes rounded, locking with Eddie's through the mirror. "I just- I don't know how to describe it. I just feel off?"
Eddie nodded slowly, hands resting on your back gently. "Off, how?" Eddie hummed, arms wrapping around your body, pulling you into him. You didn't fight him, melting into his embrace instead. "Tell me what's wrong, honey. I just want you to feel better."
Your head tilted back to his chest, his arms heavy over your frame. "Just off." You muttered. "I feel like I need to just get everything out. Hit the reset button because I'm just so- so, bleh."
Eddie's lips curled gently, swaying you lightly in his arms. "I just am, like, unsettled. I'm so tired from work, but then I get home and I can't sleep, and then people are so fuckin' rude-"
"-Who's rude to you?" Eddie pressed, frowning behind you.
"Just the kids." You roll your eyes, shoulders tensing. "Snotty college kids. They think they're better than you or something."
"So come get me when they do that." Eddie's chin hooked over your shoulder lightly. "I'll take care of them. Kick 'em out."
"Then we'd have nobody." You shook your head lightly. "It's just- I don't know. I just feel really off." You paused, craning your neck to look at Eddie. "I feel like I need to get it all out."
Eddie stilled. "You-You want me to help you with that?" He knew what you were asking. "You want me to... To spank you?" It wasn't the first time you'd done this, still his cheeks burned at the word.
Your sex life was far from vanilla, teetering on outright debaucherous at times. He was no stranger to being mean to you in the bedroom, just like you weren't to him. Still, when you'd asked him the first time, to give you emotional release in this way, it felt a little odd to him at times. To bring pain to you, even if you asked, when all he wanted to do was smother you with affection.
Still, he'd do anything for you. You knew that, he did too.
It was why he swayed so easily. Your eyes rounding, lashes batting so sweetly up at him. "It really would help me feel better." His heart skipped, a sweet tone he'd been longing for all night. "I really think it would help."
Eddie nodded, hands sliding down your arms again, squeezing your elbows gently. You picked the hairbrush off the counter, handing it to him, taking his free hand and guiding him to the bedroom.
He let you settle over his lap, wiggling until you felt comfortable, a pillow under your face. Eddie twirled the hair brush in his hand, fidgeting while you settled. It was still new. How hard did he hit in this scenario? Did he soothe you? Scold you? Say anything at all? When you were playing, it was easier. In a headspace that came naturally with the moment.
"Ok," You hummed, turning to look at him, cheek pressed to the pillow. "'m ready."
Eddie hesitated. "You- And you're gonna tell me, right? When you want me to stop?"
"Yes." You nodded gently. "Just don't stop until I'm crying."
Eddie's cock throbbed, a roller coaster like drop in his stomach at your words. "Baby, I'm serious-"
"-I am too." You frowned. "Eddie, I promise I will tell you if it's too much, but... just please? Until I'm crying then you can stop."
"O-Ok," Eddie's breath stuttered, hand smoothing over your pantie clad ass, cheeky cotton panties that had his brain trailing off. "I'm gonna, I'm starting."
You settled back into the pillow, Eddie's hand rubbing down your back soothingly. Your free hand snaked up, folding over the middle of your back, fingers wiggling at Eddie's. A sweet gesture that made his heart swell, interlocking his fingers with yours, pinning your hand gently to your back.
The hair brush's smooth wood pressed to your ass, tapping in a warning that had your hips clenching lightly. Eddie hesitated, bringing the hairbrush up, then lower, readjusting his aim, before letting it fall. A soft clap met with a tiny grunt from you.
"You can do harder than that, Ed." You muttered.
"Harder? Are you sure?" Eddie hoped you couldn't feel his heart beating. "I don't wanna hurt you when you're not feeling good, baby."
"You're not hurting me. You're helping me. I swear." You said softly, squeezing his hand gently, reassuringly. "You can do harder than that. I'll let you know if it's too much."
Eddie brought the hairbrush higher, sending it soaring down with a firm smack that had your breath hitching. He waited, your hips squirming in his lap.
"That was good. Just like that, Ed." You whispered, taking a deep breath in through the burn in your nose.
Two identical hits fell to each of your cheeks, a tiny squeak of a cry coming from you. Your grip tightening against his hand with every fall of the hairbrush. Eddie was more confident, fell into a rhythm that felt more comfortable.
Hips wiggling, tiny whimpers and cries coming from you, rotating from cheek to cheek, lower then higher. Eddie brought the hairbrush down, a flick in his wrist that was sharper, stinging against your skin.
A tiny hitch, a sniffle that sounded watery had his ears perking. Eddie paused, feeling the hitch in your chest. "Keep going." You gritted, a white knuckled grip around his hand. "Keep going, Ed. Please."
Eddie brought the hair brush down again, twice, sharp flicks that had you crying out- a real cry, broken and breathy. Unsure, Eddie shushed you sweetly, letting the hair brush fall onto your upturned ass again.
"Shh, it's alright. You're doin' good, sweetheart. Let it out." Eddie rasped, cracking the hairbrush down again. "Doin' good for me."
The next fall of the hairbrush had a cry breaking though your throat, tears springing in your waterline, threatening to fall. The bubble in your chest filling fuller and fuller, close to bursting with the building irritation on your ass.
"You're doin' good. I know you've got to be feeling better." Eddie soothed. "You still good? Need me to stop."
"No," You cried, shaking your head. "K-Keep going, Eddie, please, keep going. D-Do it fast. Fast ones."
Eddie let the hair bursh rain down in quick successions, all over your ass, sharp smacks that had you gritting your teeth in irritation, eyes clenching shut until finally, you felt a wave wash over you. Heavy with emotions, it crashed into you, body shaking in sobs.
Face pressed into the pillow, you cried into the soft cotton, rubbing your face against the pillow case to soothe yourself. Eddie slowed, stopping when your hand loosened in his, body slack and shaking with sobs.
Eddie held you, arms tight around you though it felt like it was more for him. Soft coos and whispers, a hand rubbing down your spine. He hoped you couldn't feel his erection pressing into you. He felt torn, arousal he couldn't help but felt wrong when you were crying. Sobs so deep, stuttering in your chest and rocking your frame.
He hadn't realized how exhausted you were, a pang of guilt ringing through his chest when you started to slump in his arms. Usually, he'd get you calmed down, finish off the night between your legs, to make you feel better or maybe him.
Tonight, he let you settling into the mattress, rolling you onto your side, tucking the pillow under your knees, how you always slept. He wasn't sure how it was comfortable, teased you about it the first time he saw it. "It helps with my back, I swear." You had giggled, hiking a leg up over the pillow and settling into the mattress. Eddie didn't care how you slept, honestly, if it meant you'd sleep next to him.
Settling you under the blankets, Eddie carried the hair brush back into the bathroom, setting it back on the vanity's counter. He pulled the Jergens off the shelf, hand wrapping around his length, relieving himself. Tomorrow, he'd take care of you, spend the day in bed with you if you wanted, hopeful but certain that you'd be better in the morning.
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unclejezzzy · 3 days
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Dazzling Starlet, Bardot Reincarnate
It’s 1990. Eddie Munson did Steve Harrington the favour of being his first male sexual encounter and is filled with deep regret when Steve Harrington shows up at his apartment needing his help months later.
OR: Steve’s parents find magazines under his bed and Eddie begrudgingly lets him stay at his apartment and hates every second even though hes secretly a sweetie with a soft spot
"I cannot fucking believe it." Eddie grumbled, arm leaning against the surface of the bar as he glared over the rim of his glass.
"What?" Robin asked, immediately averting her gaze to Eddie's line of sight.
"Oh, you're talking about Steve again. Shocking." Robin sang, tone tainted in sarcasm.
It had been three months since Eddie had kicked Steve out of his apartment the morning after their surprising, yet oddly exhilarating sexual excursion.
He'd done Steve a favour, Eddie got laid. Quid pro quo. All's fair in sex and war.
Eddie was of the assumption that he was free of him, that life would go back to normal after Steve Harrington. Like plucking a blood sucking leech from your skin knee deep in a shallow river or finally digging out that splinter in your finger with a pair of tweezers.
But no.
Because Steve Harrington was everywhere.
All of the time.
Dancing, flirting, kissing.
He'd become a regular at Eddie's most sacred place. His Nirvana, his church. Valhalla, Abraham's bosom, whatever you wanted to call it.
Thursday to Saturday, as soon as those club doors opened at 9pm, there he was. He'd even made friends with the bouncers so he could skip the queue each time. The guy had a fucking membership card and every single person in there knew who he was.
Eddie shrugged it off at first. He's young, he's finding himself. He deserves to blow off some steam and have a little fun. The sex was pretty much the only joy of being gay so he couldn't blame him too much.
Eddie would watch him saunter up to past, present - and what he was hoping were future - flings without a care in the world. He cut his T-shirts up into crop tops to show off his abs, he started wearing eyeliner, he would tease and flirt with anyone who so much as looked in his direction.
He had a posse of men around him at all times with their hands all over him.
And Eddie was forced to bear witness to all of it.
Eddie whips around to face Robin behind the bar, slamming his glass down on the surface.
"I used to be the best fucking ride in here. Then he comes along acting like he owns the place and everyone flocks to him like Jesus' disciples after he waltzed out of his cave." Eddie seethed through gritted teeth.
"They're just a bunch of cock starved hedonists. Y'know I thought we had a little humility about us. Evidently fucking not."
Robin rolled her eyes, drying a glass with a dish towel.
"He's just the hot new thing, you know how this place goes. Some other poor unsuspecting twink will come along in a week and everyone will forget about him."
"I literally taught him everything he knows."
"Well - at least you don't have to deal with him anymore. You did him a solid and now he's - giving everyone else a solid." Robin snickered.
Eddie downed his drink, sliding the empty glass across the bar.
"Makes me sick." He spat.
"You're not jealous are you?" Robin smiled slyly as she poured a single measurement full of Eddie's favourite whiskey.
Jim Beam. Old reliable, Jim. That was the one man who couldn't piss Eddie off even if he tried.
"No, no - I'm not fucking jealous."
"Sounds like you're jealous." Robin thinned her lips and widened her eyes cautiously as she handed Eddie his drink.
"Screw you, man. I just think it's a bit rich coming from the guy who didn't even know how to finger himself three months ago." Robin grimaced as Eddie took a hefty sip.
"Like, how good can he be really? He's a bottom, all he does is lay there. I was the one doing all the work! Me!" He exclaimed as Robin continued to stare at him.
"What?"
"It just sounds like you're a bit upset that after your steamy night of passion, he seems to have forgotten all about you."
"That doesn't upset me." Eddie sneered.
"Its preferable he forgets all about me. I like it that way."
"Sure." Robin said, lowering her gaze to bite back a smile she was desperately trying hard to hide from Eddie.
"Are you forgetting that I could have had him again? I'm the one who sent him packing the next morning. I didn't get down on my knees and beg him to stay. I wanted him gone."
"Well, there you go then. I don't know what you're so uptight about!" Robin declared, slapping her hands against her thighs in defeat.
Eddie turned around, realising he wasn't going to be getting the validation from Robin anytime soon. Ever the pacifist.
Eddie watched as Steve raked a hand through his hair - his already cropped shirt lifting even higher as Eddie's eyes unwillingly glazed over the scope of his body.
God.
Steve gleamed at Eddie, making his way over to the bar.
"Oh my fucking God there's no escape is there." Eddie muttered.
"Hey." Steve called out breathlessly, smiling at Eddie.
"Hi." Eddie grumbled, leaning back against the bar and crossing his arms tightly against his chest.
"You look like you're having fun."
"I would say the same for you, but - looks a bit dry over here." He retaliated, directing his attention to Robin and offering her a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Could I get a vodka lime and soda please, Robin?"
"Sure thing!" Robin responded.
A little too politely for Eddie's liking.
"Vodka lime and soda? What are you a forty year old woman watching her figure?" Eddie mocked, peering at Steve in his peripheral.
"Well - I was gonna offer to buy you a drink"-
"No thanks. I don't take handouts." He interjected, hurriedly.
"So testy." Steve acknowledged - folding his arms against the bar, elbow knocking against Eddie's as he situated himself mere inches against his face.
"And for your information - It's the opposite of dry, thank you very much. We're having a blast."
"Yeah, it's a real hoot and a half over here." Robin deadpanned, topping Steve's drink off with soda water.
"Coulda fooled me." Steve shrugged.
"Not going out there?" He asked, cocking his head over to the main floor filled with bustling bodies.
"Nah, just observing tonight. I'm not interested in chasing around a bunch of fucked out crystal queens with blown out pupils right now."
"Y'know - I've seen you a couple times - you haven't left with anybody in a while." Steve acknowledged.
"So?"
"So - could the great Eddie Munson be past his prime?"
Oh, this kid had a death wish.
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a steddie fanfic written for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang by @steddieasitgoes with art by @llamalpaca and beta read by @sidekickjoey Check out the art now!
Chapter Two
Eddie knows he’s not dead. 
He can feel his heart beating in his chest, and the pain radiating off his cheek is a solid level 7 on the good ole’ Munson pain scale. That’s about all the proof he could ask for, given the circumstances. What he’s not sure about, though, is whether or not he’s stuck in a cruel and unusual hallucination. 
The stupid dodgeball must have knocked something loose in his already delicate brain. It’s the only thing he can think of that explains why the fuck he’s currently staring into the concerned, big, hazel eyes belonging to fucking Steve “The Hair” Harrington. 
Usually blinking helps to relieve him of his delusions, but every time he shuts his eyes, even when he does so for longer than a few seconds, Harrington is still there. Frustrated, he goes nuclear, shaking his head to clear the vision, but all that does is cause the room to spin. He lets out a groan and shuts his eyes.
 There is a brief moment when the world is shut out to a majority of his senses, where Eddie’s not sure if he’s going to hurl or fall back on the gym floor for the second time. It all stops however when he feels a warm hand land on his knee and gives, what he presumes is, a tentative squeeze. 
That causes Eddie’s eyes to jolt open with more force than ever. And there, of course, still, is Steve, only now with his hand on him. 
How is this not a hallucination???
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luveline · 2 months
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𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here
cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork
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Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar. 
You see both sides of him now. 
“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince. 
“Hello,” you call back. 
The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?” 
“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!” 
“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step. 
“Shit, you wanna see?” 
You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.
He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin. 
“Another bat?” you ask. 
“Not cool?” 
“So cool,” you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. “Did you get that today?” 
“On a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?” 
You can’t answer him, and he knows that. You’re not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre. 
The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesn’t use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band you’d never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. That’s what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and you’re happy to try if it means you can do it with him. 
“You nervous?” he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes. 
“No,” you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands. 
“Good, don’t be. I’m gonna look after you, we’re gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?” You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. “I would’ve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.” He smiles apologetically. 
You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch. 
“I love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,” he says. 
“I know you’re lying,” you say, still laughing anyways. 
“I’m not lying, I love the way you laugh!” He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. “We have half an hour till doors open.”
“You don’t wanna line up?” 
“It’s kind of overwhelming and I figured we’d stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.” He says ‘pretty rowdy’ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that. 
“We can go now, get further in. I can handle it.” 
“It’s not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.” 
You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. It’s an impulse you’ve always given into. You’re reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but it’s hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasn’t complained. 
Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms. 
“You okay?” he asks. 
You’re sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, he’d looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you he’d had an amazing time, and that he couldn’t wait to see you again. You’d said the same in earnest, and then he’d just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadn’t made a move. 
“Eddie… why…” You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?” 
“Um–” He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. “I’m just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.” He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, “You’re sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didn’t wanna surprise you.” 
“But you do want to kiss me?” you ask unsurely.
He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long. 
“Of course I do,” he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.” 
You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish you’d listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldn’t have ever said yes to Eddie, because now you’re terrified you can’t kiss him and you’ll ruin everything…
“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I won’t care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but I’ll find a way to cope, I’m sure.” He takes his hand from your leg softly. “Do you want my jacket? It’s cold out, n’ we should probably start walking.” 
You pull your head up slowly. 
He reads your hesitant expression. “I’m in no rush,” he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours. 
Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what you’re doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when you’re close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter. 
You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his. 
With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.
You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation. 
Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath. 
“You okay?” he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. It’s palpable. 
You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. “I got too hot,” you confess, only half of the truth. 
“It was pretty hot.” He smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world, like you’ve a secret only he knows. “Want me to turn on the A/C?” 
“No, I–” want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts you’d had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. “Oh.” 
This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. You’re not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers. 
His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, he’s eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. He’s pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds that’ll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesn’t stop. 
“M’sorry,” he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. “I’m not trying to get carried away. Just can’t believe you just kissed me.” 
“No, it’s okay, I– I really wanted to.” 
He kisses your cheek. You aren’t expecting it and you don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like kissing him has invigorated him, you’re a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, “Close your eyes again, sweetheart, just one more–”
You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips. 
“I’m not always like this,” he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. “You’re just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. I’m on best behaviour from now on, swears.” 
He raises his hand up in a scout’s honour. 
You breathe out happily. “Thank you.” 
“Oh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.” He shakes his head. “You’re insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,” —he turns away from you and gets out of the van— “Jesus.” 
You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it. 
“Fuck!” Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. “Come on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.” 
You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesn’t kill him dead right here in the parking lot. 
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galaxy-siren · 3 months
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Are You Together?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Request: Hi! Could I please request an Eddie x fem!reader where they are like best friends and they're like "all but dating." And maybe it takes place around the time when Dustin, Mike, and Lucas join Hellfire and after a couple of weeks, one of them finally asks if Eddie and reader are dating and Eddie gets all blushy because he's been in love with her since she joined Hellfire. And reader tells the boys that they're friends because Eddie rejected her when she asked him out and then Eddie is just like "WHAT?????"
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: little bit of fluff, friends to lovers, all but dating, some curse words
AN: This was an anonymous request! Sorry this took a minute to get to, but I hope you enjoy it!
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Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were confused. They had recently joined Hellfire, Eddie had taken them under his wing and promised to help make high school at least somewhat tolerable for them, and so far they were loving Eddie’s sadistic campaigns. However, there was something the three of them couldn’t quite figure out, were you and Eddie dating?
It seemed like you were, but they couldn’t tell for sure. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, one never seen without the other. They knew that the two of you had been friends for years and knew everything about each other. You even finished each other’s sentences sometimes. There was a natural fluidity to everything the two of you did, which was obvious to everyone.
There was not so subtle flirting and witty back and forth banter between you two. One of you would always compliment the other or go along with a bit the other started. There were also many inside jokes. Sometimes all either of you had to do was look at the other and you both would burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
You even engaged in PDA. Hugs were constant, the two of you would hold hands a lot, Eddie would even allow you to play with his rings and his hair. This was something that became second nature, you wouldn’t even be aware that you were doing it, and neither did Eddie, he would just unconsciously lean into your touch.
However, the boys had never seen the two of you kiss. Which was what gave them doubts that you were dating.
“Come on, if they were dating, they would be all over each other,” Mike said as the three of them walked over to their lunch table, “Eddie’s face would be permanently glued to hers.”
“Not necessarily,” Dustin stated, “maybe they are dating, and they just don’t like to kiss in front of people. I mean they hug and make heart eyes at each other all the time, that’s gotta mean something.”
Mike snickered, “Eddie doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy to be shy about PDA. I say they aren’t dating.”
“Eddie let’s her play with his hair…” there was a hint of frustration in Dustin’s voice, “that is cold hard proof that they are dating. Eddie doesn’t let anyone touch his hair; he told me so himself.”
Lucas set his tray down once they reached the table and shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe they’re really close friends. Just because they hug and everything doesn’t mean they’re dating.”
“I guess we’ll never know for sure.” Mike sat down next to Lucas.
Dustin slammed his tray down with exasperation, “I’m tired of not knowing! I’m gonna ask them as soon as they get here!”
“Ask who what?”
Dustin let out a startled shriek causing Mike and Lucas to chuckle. Eddie stood at the head of the table, you right by his side, both with curious expressions.
Dustin stammered, unsure how to ask the question he and the others had been dying to know the answer to.
“Go on, Dustin, ask them.” Mike said with a smirk.
Dustin glared at him before turning to you and Eddie, “So, we were just wondering, are the two of you…together…like dating.”
You and Eddie looked at each other and laughed, “No.”
“Really?!” Dustin was shocked.
“We’ve been friends for years, but we’re not dating.” Eddie pulled out your chair for you before taking a seat himself.
“Yeah, Eddie rejected me when I asked him out three years ago.” You looked up from your lunch when you were met with silence. You turned next to you to see Eddie’s stunned face; it would have made you laugh if you hadn’t been so confused.
“I’m sorry…” Eddie sat up straight and looked you right in the eye, “WHAT?!”
It was your turn to be confused, “What do you mean, ‘what?’”
“When the HELL did you ask me out?”
“Uh, three years ago, it was my sophomore year, I had just joined Hellfire. After my first campaign, I helped you clean up and asked if you wanted to go to the movies and you told me no.”
“No, no, you helped me clean up and then you asked me if I had ever seen Psycho before because it was playing at the drive in that weekend, and I told you that I had seen the movie before, but that you should totally go see it because it’s good. You never asked me out!”
“Yeah, I was implying that I wanted us to go to the movie together…on a date.”
“Okay, but that wasn’t clear!”
“Yes, I realized that, so I tried again about a month later.”
Eddie’s eyes bugged out in shock, “WHAT?!”
“Remember, I went with you to band practice and then you drove me home and I told you that I liked you,” you were met with stunned silence from Eddie, “I told you that I liked you and you said, ‘I think you’re pretty great too’ and—"
Eddie cut you off, “I’m glad we became friends.” The memory came flooding back to the front of his mind.
“After you said that, I figured you didn’t feel the same way, and misinterpreted what I meant, so I wiped the egg off my face and moved on.”
The boys winced at Eddie, the secondhand embarrassment kicking in. Lucas released a huff of air, “Rejected twice, that’s rough.”
Eddie looked like he was second guessing every single decision he had ever made since that moment. He was mentally beating himself up. Three years. For three years he had been pining for you, hoping that you would eventually return his feelings, but apparently all that time you had. And not only had you returned his affections, oh no, you had asked him out and he had unknowingly rejected you…twice.
“I am so fucking stupid.”
“Eddie, it’s fine. You didn’t feel the same way. It’s not your fault that you misunderstood what I meant.” You shrugged.
Eddie’s eyebrows shot up so high they were hidden by his bangs. He pulled your chair out, turned it to face him, and leaned in towards you, “I have been in love with you for three years.”
“Wh-what?” You searched his eyes for any hint of mockery but found nothing but sincerity.
He leaned in closer and spoke slowly, making sure to over enunciate each word, “I have been in love with you for three years.”
Lucas, Dustin, and Mike all looked at each other and stood, grabbing their lunch trays. Dustin uttered a quick and awkward goodbye before following the others to another table on the other side of the cafeteria.
“Okay, let me get this straight,” you felt like your entire world was spinning, but not necessarily in a bad way, “you’ve been in love with me, and I’ve been in love with you, and we’ve both been idiots. That sound about right?”
Eddie nodded, “Yup.”
“Well,” you tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, “are we gonna do anything to rectify this?”
Eddie smiled, “I don’t know, you free this weekend?”
“I’ll have to cancel some plans with a friend of mine, but I’m sure he won’t mind.”
“Yeah, I don’t think he will either.” Eddie winked and you both smiled.
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usedtobecooler · 2 months
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eddie ‘monstercock’ munson, who is painfully unaware of the sheer size of his dick.
tw: sexual content 18+ minors dni, size kink, oral m receiving, piv sex, praise kink, dirty talk, general debauchery. for my love @raccoonboywrites
and, listen, you’re not a size queen at all. don’t care much for how big or small a cock is so long as whoever it’s attached to knows how to use it. but you gasp out loud once you get your fingers dig under eddie’s waistband, pulling the offending material down to let his length spring out.
it’s enough to shock you back into the room, watching as the thick weight of it slaps against eddie’s tummy, the way it curves into his navel. he’s wet, leaking at the head and matting down the pretty swirls of black hair that lead a trail down, down, down.
he’s rumpled against your bed frame, slumped down with his shirt rucked up his tummy. the prettiest pink flush spreading across his cheeks, tinging his ears and dipping as low as his collar. you’re willing to bet his chest is blotched with the lovely rosy colour, too. he grips aimlessly at your comforter, wide eyes watching your every move; tracing every hitch of your breath.
you wrap your hand around the base — purposely ignoring the pathetic little whine eddie makes, because jesus now isn’t the time to think too much about that — and you moan despite yourself when your hand doesn’t even wrap fully around the girth of it, dwarfing your fingers and palm.
“you— you’re so big, oh my god,” your voice catches at the end, desperate and dampened by your own desire for it. you lean forward, hot breath ghosting over him, tugging his foreskin back just enough for the head to pop out, shiny and reddening with need, “you could’ve at least warned me you were packing a python down there, fuck.”
“oh shit, really? i thought it was aver— holy fuck, you don’t have to—“ he’s bug eyed, eyebrows shooting under his fringe as you mouth at the head, determined and eager to get a taste of him. uncut, heavy on your tongue, the heady splash of precum blurting out to coat your tastebuds.
eddie’s knees kick up a little as you mouth greedily at his tip, pointing your tongue to run in circles around the glans on the underside. you smirk despite yourself, getting a kick out of it when eddie goes a little cross eyed, burying a ringed hand into your hair.
you indulge yourself, feeling the weight of him in your mouth as you sink lower, just far back enough as to not trigger your gag reflex. your lips wrapping around his hot flesh, suckling softly, reveling in each blurt of pearlescent release that drips onto your tongue.
“baby, sweetheart — fuck,” eddie gasps, breath shuddery, lightly pulling at your tresses to test the water. his mouth falling open into a quiet moan when your eyes flutter at the feeling, “y’can- y’can take more, right? s’not… s’not that big.”
your jaw cracks under what of him you’ve fit in, which truthfully isn’t much. despite your efforts, there’s still a good three inches of eddie’s cock left untouched by hand or mouth, and you really have to wonder if he’s that clueless of his size. you pull off with a wet pop, strings of saliva keeping you connected to him as you stare up with wet orbs.
“eddie, you’re huge.” your voice is wrecked, butterflies swirling in your tummy as you make eye contact with him once again. you flush under his debauched gaze, "i— shit. nobody's ever told you before?"
eddie shrugs, considers for a moment. you don't think he's aware of the fact he's holding you in place with his hand, gripping your hair just enough to keep you still, hovering over his dick just close enough that if he wanted to, he could push you back down, get your mouth back on him.
though, that’s clearly not what he wants. because, he’s slipping the hand from your hair, doing this kind of awkward dance as he lays you out where he wants you.
you end up on your back, thighs spread wide as eddie slots between them, mouthing hotly at your neck. his fingers graze along your flushed skin, dance on your hipbone, across your pelvis. dips those godforsaken fingers into your panties, carelessly fumbling over your sopping wet pussy.
“this is okay, right?”
“it’s all okay, eddie. anything you want.”
"not— not even touched you yet and you're already this wet?" eddie's voice is a low timbre against your skin, has you arching up into his touch with a soft little moan. he sounds shocked, no heat or teasing in his words.
"can't help it," you gasp, exhaling shakily when eddie swipes two fingers over your clit deftly, unable to hide his smile at how receptive you are, "feeling the size of you in my hand — my mouth, god. would've let you choke me with it, would've thanked you."
eddie buries his face into your cleavage, poorly concealing a choked whine. he's skillful with his fingers, working you over fast despite how much your words are clearly affecting him.
your hips rock in short little circles, fingers sinking into eddie's hair, tugging lightly at the nape of his neck. you whine, body set alight with the feeling of calloused fingers grazing the small bundle of nerves.
he's biting you, brandishing you with little blooming bruises, and with the noise he makes against your damp skin you'd think it was him getting touched like this, him hurtling towards the edge.
you're so wet that the slick noises of eddie's fingers on your pussy are deafening in your ears, causing your back to prickle with heat, tummy winding tight.
the hot, heavy flesh of his cock presses against your inner thigh, shocking loud moans from you both at the same time. you arch up into his touch, ears ringing as pleasure takes over your body.
"i— you're making me cum," you gasp breathily, a static feeling warming your body, eyes rolling into the back of your head. you grapple for eddie's hair once more, tugging with a ferocity as your release washes over you.
it's. something. you feel like you're fucking floating, and eddie keeps swirling his fingers perfectly, whispering little shocked praises and keening into your rough pulling as he wrings you out.
once eddie's sure you're done with the aftershocks of your orgasm, he hazards pushing two fingers into your soaked cunt, and you're practically shooting away with overstimulation. crying out, somehow swivelling your hips and pushing down onto his fingers further once the shock wears off.
"you're a shit," you gasp, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, "god, might've known your dick was gonna be big, fuckin' size of your fingers."
"was— was that good for you? can i, shit can i?" eddie's desperate, rutting the thick outline of his cock against your thigh. he's never stopped fucking leaking, soaking your leg in milky precum and allowing the slip and slide to feel good.
you nod, shaky hands tilting his head up so you can finally, finally, get your mouth on his. eddie's whole body presses flush against yours, his hand coming out to stabilise himself so he doesn't crush you, and fuck.
it's so charged, like he can't stilt his emotions as he snakes his tongue into your mouth, lapping at your own wetly. it's probably disgusting, doesn't feel like it though — you'd swallow his spit happily, whenever he wanted, if it meant he kept making you feel like this.
eddie's shaky hand fumbles for the base of his cock as you continue kissing, positioning himself so that he's nestled prettily between your legs. the kisses turn languid, and he almost sounds pained when he next speaks, "s-sorry. if it, if it hurts."
"let it hurt, i want it to," your demeanor falters a little, turning doe eyed and pleading as eddie slides the ruddy head of his cock up and down the seam of your cunt, flirts with the idea of pushing the tip in just to watch you gasp and keen.
"would never," eddie promises, finally — fucking, finally — pushing the first few inches into the sopping wet heat of your pussy. he cries out when you clench around him unwittingly, and you mumble out a small sorry as you adjust.
it's. not good. it's not bad, either, but fuck. you feel like you're being split from the inside, the thick tip pushing you wider than you anticipated. your fingers grapple for eddie's biceps, nails digging in tightly, "so fucking big, oh my god, you're gonna split me in half."
you're breathless and eddie catches on, panics a little, "you're okay? you're okay, right? i can sto—"
"if you stop, i swear to god," you seethe, looking at eddie with a fierce spark in your eyes, "keep going. fuck. keep going."
before long and with a little bit of resistance, eddie's buried deep inside of you. your bodies roll against one anothers, shallow, slow breaths
it starts slow, the catch and drag of eddie's cock shocking you both into silence. but, before long, your pussy catches up with the programme, gushing wet and allowing eddie to push in further with each thrust.
it's intimate, erotic.
"you're so tight," eddie all-out whimpers, head falling and shoulders shaking as he fucks you at a lazy pace, clearly trying his best to hold out for as long as he can.
"fuck, you’re so gentle,” you try, knees squeezing eddie’s narrow waist, thighs encapsulating him, “you can go quicker. not gonna break me.”
eddie shakes his head, almost like he’s bewildered. looks at you all fucking soft, clearly can’t help the rut of his hips as he buries in deep, biting his inner lips to muffle his noises.
you grasp a hold of eddie's hand with nimble fingers, guide his hand over the softness of your tummy, let him push down where his cock is buried deep inside of you. his whole body shudders, and you can feel where he kicks up.
"practically in my guts," you wheeze, unable to shake the full feeling despite how your pussy gushes for him, so full you swear you feel him in your throat with every deep thrust he can muster, "you're s-so big, eddie."
"oh— jesus, can't do shit like that. can't say shit like that," eddie grunts desperately, rutting into you and gripping for your waist tightly, other hand still pushed down on the pudge of your belly, "gonna make me cum so, so quick."
"can feel every ridge of you, you're splitting me apart," you keen, "i can't— god, you've ruined me f-for anyone else. yours, yours, m'yours."
eddie's forehead slumps against your own, and you're panting into each others mouths more than anything else, lips barely brushing, "mine, you're mine." he agrees, though he sounds pained and submissive as he says it.
your hand snakes around eddie's neck, holding him in place as he fucks you so desperately, so rough you're rattling the stupid bedframe, and you don't think you've ever felt anything like this before. it's all-consuming, the tug between sore and soul-crushingly sensual.
your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, the constant press against your spot causing a quicker build up than you could've anticipated. you both make eye contact as you come with a muted gasp, nails scraping harshly at the soft skin on eddie's neck as you rock it out.
"didn't think you could get any tighter, god," eddie whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, finger-shaped bruises sure to be left on your hips as he fucks you in some sort of reckless abandon, "fuck, i'm so close. i'm so sorry, fuck, fuck."
you nod, understanding, the wet clap of skin on skin deafening as your release allows an even smoother glide. he's fucking ethereal above you, covered in a light sheen of sweat, mouth open in a constant stream of steady moans.
you reach between where both of your bodies meet, where the final few inches don't quite fit, spreading your fingers either side of his cock to allow friction as he fucks in and out rapidly, chasing his high.
eddie looks at you with a wild expression, eyebrows shooting up into his fringe. he grunts like a fucking animal, eyes drifting down to where your hand is, "you— you— i'm cumming, holy fuck—!"
he's loud when he comes, full body wracked with it. you feel his cock pulse and kick inside of you, painting your insides deep. the moan you let out at the feeling is hardly voluntary, so pathetic you flush hot when you realise just how loud you are.
"thank you, thank you," eddie's mumbling against your skin, kissing the side of your neck softly as he comes down, "god, you're perfect. so perfect."
you shudder, overcome with this sappy fucking fond feeling, allowing eddie to collapse on top of you once he's done. it's soft, domestic, even.
you both end up in some sort of gross, body fluid covered cuddle as you calm down. blissed out in the post-orgasmic haze, and fuck.
maybe you're in love with him.
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bimbobaggins69 · 6 months
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌.
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virgin eddie munson x experienced fem reader
summary: you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.
warnings: smut ahead, 18+ minors dni, no use of y/n (use of pet names), non consensual sharing of nudes, reader technically cheats, big dick eddie, slight fingering, oral (m receiving) unprotected p in v, cream pie, fluffff.
authors note: I feel like I haven’t written a one shot in awhile, so…hope you like. As always thank you to my lovely beta’s @take-everything-you-can & @xxhellfiregirlxx <3
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You are fuming, absolutely seething with rage.
You couldn't believe your boyfriend, scratch that ex boyfriend would do this to you. How could someone swear to be ‘so in love’ with you but turn around and do this? It just didn’t make sense, but you only have yourself to blame.
All of your friends warned you about Andy, said he was a pig and would just use you as another notch for his belt, but you wanted to believe you were different or that maybe you could’ve changed him. Instead you allowed him to take very x-rated polaroids of you, that he in turn showed to all of his basketball buddies, who told their cheerleader girlfriends, who then told you he’d spent all of gym bragging and showing them off in the locker room.
So…you’d devised a very impulsive and hell bent plan; while they were all outside running the annual mile, you decided you would sneak into the locker room, find Andy's locker, then you would break into it and steal the polaroids back. It was a fool proof plan… or so it seemed in your frenzy of rage.
But as you walk into the quiet, cold, sterile room filled with green lockers. You quickly realize you're not alone.
“Oh my god!”
“Oh fuck!”
Was said in unison as you and Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson locked eyes, but they didn't stay connected for long as yours roamed his body, all the way down to the biggest cock you had ever seen in your life. Not that you’ve seen so many, but you’ve had your fair share of hook ups and I mean c’mon you're not a prude, you do watch porn.
But, even so… his cock was still bigger than anything you’ve come in contact with, albeit on screen and off.
“I’m so sorr–”
“What are you do-”
You both say again, voices overlapping as Eddie catches the wide eyed stare you're giving his flaccid manhood.
He quickly covers himself with his hands, his cheeks pinkening in embarrassment.
Eddie was rather dense when it came to his size, considering he was a virgin and he’s been using the locker room while it was empty since he started at Hawkins High, not wanting to give the jocks anymore fuel for their relentless fire. He didn’t have much to compare it to, nor did he want to participate in any dick measuring contests. The only porn he had hidden under his bed were his dirty fantasy magazines but all the dicks in there were monster cocks, literally.
“What are you doing in here?” Eddie huffed in annoyance as your eyes continued to burn a hole into his now covered groin.
“I um, I–” You couldn't even find the words to explain why you were in the boy’s locker room, not one that would make any sense to him, anyway.
“You what, huh? Spit it out.” Eddie didn’t mean to snap at you, but he was already in a foul mood. He had been present when Andy was showing off your goods to his ogling friends, who all agreed he was a ‘lucky guy’.
Eddie patiently waited for them all to retreat out and onto the track so he could finally shower and get dressed back into his all black attire. Eddie, oh lovesick Eddie had been nursing a mammoth sized crush on you since your freshman year. So, to say he couldn't help but roll his eyes and clench his fists at not only the thought of all these other dudes getting to see you, but also the fact that you even picked a shit stain like Andy Clayton to give an ounce of your time to, really pissed him off.
“I came to try and get something back from my ex.” You bashfully murmur as your eyes once again find the metalheads.
A remorseful look passes over Eddie's face at your revelation, as you both continue to stare at each other you quickly notice his wet hair has been dripping down onto his tattooed chest, the scene makes your breath hitch and you want so badly to clench your thighs from the heat that's been ignited in your center.
Eddie’s confidence begins to grow as he notices the flush of your cheeks and the way your breathing went ragged as your eyes wandered.
“Ya’ know, if i didn't know any better i'd say you’re checking me out?” He declares with a cocky smirk.
“What? I-I’m not-” You stutter before shutting your eyes tight, as if it’d shield you of your utter humiliation. You quickly exhale in an attempt to rid yourself of the mix of arousal and embarrassment that has simultaneously filled your body.
“Okay, I was… but I didn’t mean to, I'm sorry.” You whisper as your eyes meander the tiles under your black loafers and white slouch socks.
“You didn't mean to check out my dick?” Eddie says in bewilderment as his brows raise, disappearing behind his shaggy, wet bangs.
He’s surprised he has the confidence to stand so close to you with his dick literally in his hand, but watching you stutter and squirm has got to be the highlight of his whole high school career.
Well this and that time he, Gareth and Jeff left that flaming bag of shit on Mr. Higgins doorstep. Yeah, watching that old fuck struggle to put out a burning bag filled with dog shit was definitely up there.
“I mean, I did mean to, it’s just– nevermind, I'm sorry. I’ll leave.” Your words fly out of your mouth before you begin to turn and leave, back out the way you came without fulfilling the mission you were on just five minutes ago.
You didn’t even make it two steps before Eddie was gently grabbing your bicep, his hands no longer covering his cock that now grows hard between his scrawny thighs.
“It’s just what?…Color me curious sweetheart.” He says as his calloused fingers slowly run down your arm and back to his side.
Sweetheart, you liked hearing him call you that. Jesus, what is happening?
“Well um, your dicks like really big.” You say as your eyes fall back to his package, you lick your lips at the sight of it twitching at your words.
“Really?” The way he questions you is confusing because there is absolutely no way he doesn’t know he’s hung like a goddamn horse.
“You’re joking right? You’re gonna act like you don’t know your cock is massive?” You say with a tilt of your head.
His eyebrows shoot back up in amusement, the cocky smile on his face a complete rival to his rapidly beating heart.
You move closer into his space, looking up into his innocent looking doe eyes.
Eddie Munson is anything but innocent, right? I mean he sells drugs for fuck sake! You’ve even heard about him grabbing a cheerleader's tit during a drug deal, of course she was trying to get him to lower the price, but still…well now that you come to think of it, that's really the only sexual thing you’ve heard about him. There’s no way he could be a… yeah right.
“Can I ask you a question?” You whisper as you move in even closer, moving a now damp, stray strand of hair behind his reddening ear.
“S-sure.” He whimpers when your long nails lightly scratch down his jaw, which he quickly covers with a cough.
You bit at your lips trying to hold back a giggle at the noise that went straight between your legs.
Okay, fuck those pictures! What better way to get over a guy than to get under a new one…right? Especially one your ex hates…who has a huge cock…I mean this shits a no brainer… you’re gonna fuck Eddie Munson.
“Are you a virgin?” You question sweetly as you ‘innocently’ play with the hem of your plaid dress, the white turtleneck underneath making your already hot and bothered body, burn more with the intense electricity radiating between the both of you.
“I uh, how’d you know?” He sighs as his shoulders drop in exasperation, not at you but at himself for being so fucking obvious.
“Well, with that third leg I never would’ve guessed…but you have this innocence in your eyes that’s kinda telling.” You giggle as your eyes meet his still hard cock, and all you wanna do now is wrap your hand around it and watch him lose his mind.
Eddie throws his head back and laughs into the open air of the now humid locker room. He whispers third leg to himself, nodding his head as if he was hearing that term for the first time. He was.
“Do you wanna stay a virgin, Eddie?” You whisper as the tips of your fingers gently trail over the patch of hair on his lower stomach, just above the spot your hand is aching to touch, that he’s aching for you to touch.
Two things in this moment make the metalhead equally lose his mind, he might actually cum untouched if he’s being honest. Your hand is so close to his throbbing cock, just a few centimeters down and you’d be brushing against his pink, sensitive tip. And hearing you say his name. Wait, you know his name.
That alone is an aphrodisiac for him.
“No, I-I don’t.” He admits before swallowing hard, his damp Adam's apple bobbing at the motion.
“Can I kiss you?” He surprises himself as the question leaves his mouth.
“Please.” you whine with desperation, making Eddie groan as his lips find yours in a frenzy.
Your fingers slowly trail down, finally wrapping your dainty hand around the sheer girth and length that is Eddie’s cock.
Another whimper falls from between his pretty lips, but this time it's unashamed and without a cough to cover it up. No, he wants you to hear what you’re doing to him.
“That feel good, baby?” You murmur into his mouth between the smacks that echo off the barren walls.
“Fuck, yeah mhm, it does.” He rushes out awkwardly, making you giggle into the kiss.
He wraps his arms around you, in an air of confidence and pulls you in closer, chests now flush as your hand continues to softly tug at his cock.
“Do you wanna fuck me, Eddie?” You whisper as you lean your forehead against his, wet bangs be damned.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a very long time, princess.” He admits without much thought.
You break away from him, eyes boring into his as you take in his confession. You step back and Eddie’s heart shatters as he curses himself for opening his big, stupid mouth and scaring you off. But before he could get down on his knees and grovel for you to just ignore him and stay, keep paying attention to him. You take his hand and lead him to the wooden bench towards the back of the locker room.
He follows you like a lost puppy before you’re gently pushing at his chest, a silent instruction for him to sit down. He quickly takes the hint, clumsily plopping down onto the stiff wooden bench.
He looks to you for direction, those innocent eyes blinking up at you and goddammit if it doesn't chip away at the walls your now ex boyfriend has helped you build. But, that's a thought for another day.
You fall to your knees, cold tiles digging into your skin as you wrap your hand back around his cock in a wildness that you’d never felt for any of your previous partners.
“Holy shit.” Eddie spits out in disbelief. This has to be a wet dream, there's absolutely now way this is happening to him…he’s never this lucky, and in typical eddie cynicism, he looks around to make sure no one is filming or waiting to pop out and laugh at him or better yet, to tell him this was all some elaborate prank, get the freak all riled up just to leave him high and dry.
The thought is quickly extinguished when you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, gently sucking before you're removing your soft, pillowy muscles that are now coated in his precum, you alluringly flick your tongue across them gathering it all, just to get a good taste of him. His soul just about leaves his body and you've barely even started.
You take him back into your mouth, but this time without mercy as you relax your throat, slowly moving down inch by delicious inch as you try not to gag, his tip now bullying your uvula like his own personal punching bag.
“Oh, oh fuck, please. I-I…” He stammers as his hands flex and clench beside him, too afraid to run his fingers through your hair like he so badly wants to.
You fuck his aching cock into your throat, bobbing your head up and down, over and over before you’re popping off of him, placing a sweet kiss to his tip then standing back up onto your feet, your knees burning from the pressure that was placed on them, red indents now take their place leaving very little mystery as to what you’ve just done.
“I need your cock so bad Eddie.” You moan into his mouth before kissing him, it’s deep and needy and you never want to kiss anyone else like this for as long as you live.
“Use me, please. J-just fuck, just use me pretty girl.” Eddie whimpers, before he begins attacking your neck, sucking hard before soothing the skin with his tongue. You couldn’t care less if he leaves marks, in fact you want him to mark you up, make you his.
You thread your hand into his still damp hair, pushing him closer as he begins to suck at a particularly sensitive spot, just below your ear.
Eddie places one last tender kiss there, before he removes his face from your neck. He confidently lifts the hem of your dress up and over the tops of your thighs, exposing your slick soaked, red panties. The metalhead swipes a finger over the thin, lace fabric that clings to your hips.
“Can I take these off?” He asks as his eyes continue to bore into the growing wet patch in the center of your covered slit.
“Mhm.” A high pitch whine escapes from the depths of your throat at how harshly he tore them off from between your legs. Needy boy.
“Fuckin’ aye.” Eddie murmurs to himself at the sight of your glistening cunt right in front of him, so pretty and wet just for him. He wanted to run his fingers through the damp, trimmed coils on your mound but quickly decided against it, he didn’t want you thinking that was weird.
“H-have you ever seen a pussy before?” You chirp up, bashful as you grab his hand and move it towards your soaked slit.
He clears his throat before answering- “just in magazines.” He admits as his cheeks tinge a pretty shade of pink.
He’s embarrassed by his revelation, but you can’t help but think that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.
You work his fingers through your slit, rubbing at your own clit with his hand and it all just fuels that fire growing deep in your belly.
“Oh!” You moan as your eyes gently roll back, you swipe his finger through your wetness again, “you feel that? Feel how wet you make me Ed’s?” You whisper as your eyes now hold his.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful! I-I need to fuck you or im gonna cum. You can’t just talk to me like that, princess.” He mutters as he loses all resolve, not that he had much to begin with.
“Yes, sir.” You whisper into his ear before you’re placing a gentle kiss there. You turn around, hand grabbing onto his still hard cock, you lower yourself into his lap, pink tip already prodding at your hole as your back becomes flush with his chest, you lay your head back against his shoulder and burrow it into his neck, both of you moaning in unison as you sink onto him, slowly.
He’s so big it’s like he's ripping you in half, but you welcome the burn. The pleasure and pain of it all makes your cunt drip even more, further creating less pain and a whole lot more pleasure.
“Mmf.” Eddie moans into the side of your face, as you’re finally seated flush in his lap, cock buried deep inside your aching pussy, you clench around the intrusion, making Eddie gasp and whine.
You smile back at him before you’re doing it again.
“Fuck, do you want this to be over before it starts? Huh?” He says threw his teeth, as he grabs your chin to reprimand you. And you want nothing more than to play further into that dynamic.
Andy was a shit lay compared to this, Eddie Munson a virgin is fucking you better than your ex, and if that doesn’t speak volumes as to how the relationship was. The thought makes you feel stupid.
Before you can fester anymore on your dumb mistake, Eddie begins to fuck up into you, all his patience seeping through the air vents that you now realize are on and blowing, creating a chill throughout the room and goosebumps to trickle over your body.
His big hands grab at your waist, roughly bouncing you up and down on his cock as he follows the same rhythm. You’re both moaning into each other's mouths as you bring your hand to the nape of his neck and holding on, as you get absolutely railed in the boys locker room.
Not only is the location turning you on but the thought of being caught by anyone, especially Andy, has got your cunt dripping and making a mess of the metalheads balls.
“Shit, you’re so wet and warm and so fucking tight, baby.” Eddie huffs as his words begin to spill out with no filter, theres no fucking way he can think about what he’s saying before he says it with you clenching around him like that.
“I remember the first time I fucked my fist thinking about you; you wore that little jean skirt with those fucking red cowboy boots a-and the tightest little white shirt, I could see your nipples perfectly. Didn't even bother to wear a bra, just wanted everyone to see, didnt you? Mmm, bad girl.” He starts his confession out whiney and whimpering until he gets to the bad girl with a growl and an extra hard snap of his hips that make your eyes cross in complete carnal delight.
“That’s so fu-ucking hot that you think about me when you jack off, fuck.” You stutter as your body continues to be used as Eddie’s personal little fuck toy.
“Yeah? But I don’t have to do that anymore do I? You’re gonna let me fuck this tight little cunt whenever I want, aren’t you baby?” The confident rasp in his voice is a complete 360 to the awkward, innocent boy he was just seconds ago. But, the way your pussy tightens around him tells him you fucking love it, so he files that information away for next time.
“Yes, yes whenever you want Eddie!” You wail as your legs begin to shake, your cunt clenching around him as your nails dig into his thighs that continue to slap up into the backs of yours. The sounds were filthy, but they egged you both on as your highs so quickly approached.
“Ed- I’m cumming, oh my god!” You sob, fully convinced someone has had to have heard you both by now. But you don’t care, how could you when the most intense pleasure was coursing through your body, turning you into a twitching mess.
“Fuck, me too baby, wher-” He doesnt even get to finish, before you’re begging him to cum inside you. Of course he obliges, eyes rolling back into his head and cock throbbing as his heavy load shoots deep inside you.
“Goddammit.” He whispers into your neck after you've both come down from your panting highs. The breath he exhales tickles you, making you giggle. His arms wrap around your front, holding you tightly before burrowing his head deeper into the skin between your jaw and clavicle, he blows a raspberry and you can't help the shriek that leaves your mouth as he continues to tease you.
“So, you want help getting those pictures back?”
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Sweet Like Sugar 💗
Older!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: ~1.2k
Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), allusion to piv sex, oral (f!receiving), age gap (R is 20’s, Eddie is 40+) 18+ ONLY MDNI
A/N: I had a BAD DAY ™ at work, so here’s a smutty older!Eddie blurb to cheer me up :) Idk
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Older Eddie who lets you stay at his trailer for a few days while yours is getting repaired due a burst pipe.
He lives alone and tends to keep to himself since his divorce a few years back.
You’ve always found him to be hot in an older, rough-around-the-edges sort of way, but you never had the nerve to approach him, sharing nothing more than the occasional smile or wave when you saw him in passing.
Eddie definitely notices you.
As he sits and smokes on his front porch every evening, he watches as you come and go from your trailer, looking so good it makes him wish he was twenty years younger.
Ever since you moved to the trailer park he’s enjoyed watching you prance around in your tight, skimpy clothing. He sees guys occasionally come and go with you, but he knows you live alone. And word around the trailer park is that you don’t have any family nearby.
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So when disaster struck a few days ago and you knocked on his door at 2am in a panic, what else was he to do but offer you his help? He knew you had nobody else you could turn to in an emergency.
When you had looked at him with your big, tear-filled eyes his heart had melted, and he’d told you that you could stay with him for as long as you needed.
He was just being neighborly.
It definitely had nothing to do with the way the frayed edges of your tiny jean shorts hugged the bare curve of your ass every time you bent over.
And it certainly wasn’t because of the way your tits bounced in your clingy tank tops, the tight buds of your nipples showing through the material in a mouthwatering display.
Nope, not at all.
Like a true gentleman, Eddie had insisted that you take his bedroom, telling you he’d be fine sleeping on the couch. Laughed when he joked that the firm sofa was better for his back anyway.
Every night after you both went to bed he would lie there and listen until he could hear the soft sound of your breathing down the hall, signaling that you were asleep. Then he would quietly tug his pajama bottoms down in a pool around his thighs, wrap his hand around his aching length and think of you.
As he stroked himself he imagined you riding him there on the couch, your ass bouncing overtop his fat balls as he split your pussy open on his thick, veiny cock. Dreamed of your perfect tits bouncing in his face as he’d lick and suck on your nipples, while telling you what a good girl you were for him.
If you had ever woken up in the night, you might have heard him groan as he came, spilling his seed into his hand while muttering your name.
Afterwards he would curse himself when he had to get up and stumble around in the dark to clean up the warm, sticky mess.
You were going to be the death of him.
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Eddie had offered to help you out with the cost of the repairs to your trailer, and at first you had resisted, but he spoke with such firmness that you eventually gave in.
You wanted to thank him for taking such good care of you, so you’d spend your afternoons tidying up the trailer, and baking him sweet, sugary treats that tasted like heaven on his tongue.
And you always made sure to have supper ready for him when he got home from work.
Like the day in question.
When Eddie first stepped into the trailer the food you were preparing smelled so good that he was practically drooling.
As always, you greeted him at the door with a cold beer and a smile, your glossy lips all pouty and full.
You were wearing one of your little outfits that drove him crazy, topped off with a frilly apron tied with a bow at your waist. Eddie guessed that his ex-wife must have left it behind when she moved out, but she sure hadn’t worn it as well as you.
He could already feel the front of his pants getting tight and he’d barely made it through the door.
“Supper will be ready soon, Eddie. Why don’t you go watch TV and relax?” you cooed sweetly, as you stepped close and placed a manicured hand on his chest.
As he breathed in your perfume, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to feel those nails scratch down his back as he buried himself deep inside you.
He sighed and shook his head as if to rid it of his perverted thoughts. A sweet thing like you would never want an old man like him.
He made his way over to the couch to wait for dinner, hoping to find something on TV to distract him from his impure thoughts.
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The way Eddie looked when he got home from work at the garage had you distracted.
The faint scent of grease and sweat lingered on his skin, a comforting and masculine smell. Strands of his gray-streaked hair kissed his shoulders, falling loose after being tied back all day. Curls you had secretly imagined between your thighs more than once.
The collar of his coveralls was pulled open to reveal a hint of the tattoos on his neck and chest. Ink you had fantasized about tracing with your tongue on occasion. You yearned to leave love bites along his strong neck and show everyone that he was yours.
You wondered what Eddie would do if you told him how you felt. You looked over at him watching TV, his profile so handsome and strong. If you sank to your knees before him right then and there would he let you worship him like he deserved? Or would he push you away?
Eddie seemed to enjoy it when you doted on him. You had noticed that his cheeks would glow with a flush of pink as you fussed over his needs. And you hadn’t missed the way he looked at you when he didn’t think you were paying attention.
You decided that you would tell him how you felt that night at dinner. You just hoped he felt the same way.
You liked taking care of Eddie, and hoped that he wanted to keep you around a bit longer.
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And Eddie liked taking care of you.
Like later that night when he had you on all fours in his bed; his thick tongue engulfed in the wet heat of your cunt, licking and diving between your sticky folds.
Eddie’s large hands spread your cheeks wide as his plush lips suckled and teased your clit; his big nose nudging against your tight holes as he lapped up your creamy release.
Pulling back for just a moment, he slapped your ass to watch the recoil, then ran a thick finger through your slick.
“Got one more for me, Baby?”
Moments later you buried your face in his soft pillows to muffle your screams as you came.
But he wasn’t done yet.
By the end of the night your juices coated his face like a mask, as he continued to relish in the taste of his sugary sweet girl.
Yeah, he planned to keep you around.
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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)
ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)
fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)
Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.
Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.
He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.
You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.
The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).
“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”
Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.
“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”
“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”
“No?”
“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”
“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.
You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”
“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.
You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.
“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”
“You’re not dumb, Eds.”
“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”
You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.
He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”
“I’ll die,” you deadpan.
“You’re so dramatic.”
His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck. 
That’s where he lingers. 
Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there. 
He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.
His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.
“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.
Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.
“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”
You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed. 
You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”
He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.
Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”
“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”
“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”
He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”
The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”
“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”
“But not all the time, though, right?”
“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”
“Sure…”
Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”
You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”
“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.
Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”
Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.
“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.
“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”
He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now. 
Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.
The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.
“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.
Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”
His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”
Again, you nod.
“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”
“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.
Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”
“So… on you?”
“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.
“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.
He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”
You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.
Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”
“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”
His smile widens. “Exactly.”
“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”
Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy. 
“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.
You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”
“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.
“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”
“Oh, fuck…”
You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.
“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.
Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”
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bed of fangs - eleven (nsfw)
Vampire!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Fantasy/Magic AU
Synopsis: You might've survived the wolf attack, but...you're not so lucky for the bad of the night to end there. When you think it couldn't possibly get any worse, well....
Warnings: angst & nsfw content (violence), descriptions of violence/injuries, descriptions of anxiety/panic/pain, hurt/comfort, eddie's so soft and protective
Word Count: 6.1k
A/N: final chapter!! (for this section of the story!!) it's a little chaotic, so i still hope you enjoy it :) thanks for giving the whole thing a read!!
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When Eddie first joined the troupe, your first introduction was him turning that annoying, cheeky, cocky smile your way. He flashed his fangs like a proud warning. This is who I am. He’d leveled a charismatic, flirty look your way from across the camp. And if you beg, maybe I’ll give you a bite.
You'd kept your hardened expression, then went right back to helping Falcon move some boxes for Pria. You didn't wait and look to see what his reaction had been.
"This is (Y/N)," Falcon had upon moving the last box into the tent. Rain was supposed to fall that night, and it was a quick attempt at protecting the contents. Fliers, tickets, and prizes. "I'm Falcon. Welcome."
“What a warm welcome,” Eddie had teased. His eyes flicked over to you without hesitation. They locked on yours, and you just felt a chill down your spine. It’d been two years, but everything still felt fresh when looking at him. From running from your parents to fleeing from Caldwater. You barely managed a smile.
“Hi,” was all you said.
Falcon gave away the details people only really knew about you then.
“Sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a pleading look. Be nice. “She’s slow to warm up.” 
And she doesn’t like vampires.
Something you’d been sure he’d tell Eddie later. You never went out of your way to check.
"Really?" Eddie tipped his head back and leveled a smile your way. His eyes had flickered and glowed that similar way Pria's did, and you just shook your head. "I bet I could be the exception."
You gave him another tight smile, fear creeping through your stomach, and accidentally brushed his shoulder as you passed. 
“Don’t bet on it.”
After that, it’d been a rhythm. Polite when together. Supportive when needed when townsfolks asked about his show. But avoidance. Avoidance until you found him bleeding and hurt in his damn tent. 
You’d finally stopped running.
A searing pain shot through you. The sky was dark when your eyes jerked open, and you gasped as the wet ground pressed against you. The moon was visible. The rain had stopped. The ground smelled bloody and dead.
Wolf.
You craned to see a naked man sprawled out in the underbrush. A gaping hole went through his chest and out of his back. His throat was awkwardly cut. That was as far as you’d made it before you were seeing white and you were once again on your back. 
What felt like scabs appeared beneath your hands as you dared to touch your side. 
You winced at the lightest touch.
Fuck.
Move. You had to move. You were still alive, so move. You’d been there long enough for the clouds to clear. You were officially out of time to pretend that nobody was going to catch up with you. That was a timer that’d run out ages ago, surely when you were unconscious. You’d even been pushing it when you got to the end of the bridge. 
You were out of time. 
You screamed as you pushed yourself to your feet. The mud moved beneath your boots, and you did a painful dance of slipping. Slipping and sobbing and slipping some more until you were beside a tree. Your shoulder screamed for a reprieve as you fell against it, huffing, sobbing, wheezing as your vision blurred. 
Move.
Fucking move, (Y/N). 
Mov–
A crackling of breaking wood made you freeze. A rush of wind, a chill in the air. A static charge that made your eyes widen and your head spin. You slumped against the tree, spinning as the sound shifted. Far behind, but not much.
It felt like hell as you put both hands in front and closed them in a fist. Once upon a time, you’d learned how to hold a sword back when you thought you could use that instead of your magic. It felt like your magic was tearing through your muscles as you pushed a continuous bolt of lightning from between your hands. 
You could pretend.
Whatever was there, you could feign strength. 
You could.
The lightning crackled as the forest lit up. 
The sound stopped, and you glanced up. It wasn't a relief to see black eyes blinked back at you. Their face was too familiar. Much like Damen's, it took a moment for the recognition to kick in. This time, it'd come through the fog of pain. A set of long black nails matched the midnight hair. Pale skin stole the white of the moonlight as sharp fangs glinted beneath it. 
Devona? Was that her name?
Newer to the group compared to the others. She’d had a fondness for Ruby.
She’d been there on the bridge before the water struck you.
“He couldn’t be bothered to come himself?” you croaked. 
Maybe he feared you’d do the same to him that you’d done to Ruby. The thought of Kieran being scared of you had never crossed your mind. But what was there to fear? He could slit your throat and be done with you before you could even blink.
You didn’t blink here.
“He sends his regards.” She frowned something wicked as she stepped forward. “He sends his disgust.” She took another step, and you squeezed the bolt harder. It was the wrong magic to use. But you couldn’t get the fire to come. “And he sends his promise that he will never let a delicious, pretty thing like you die.”
You still shoved the bolt forward, and it tore at her skin. It ripped through her face and part of her side, but she seemed unbothered by the pain. Blood dripped from the gashes as her hand closed around your throat, and she lifted. You would've screamed if you could've gotten air in your lungs. 
"He said I can't kill. Nor can I feed." You barely managed to get your hands around her wrist while her nails made new wounds in your neck. "But I can give you a preview of what he has in store for you. For Ruby. For making him starve. Crave what he’s been screaming to replicate.”
Your palms sparked with heat that wouldn’t stay. Her hand squeezed tighter. She was going to break your neck if she didn’t stop. 
“Devona.” 
A sobering wave hit you as a cruel smile crawled up on her sharp features. Her grip loosened just enough that you could steal a breath. Not much, but consciousness remained. You couldn’t see, but she could. Her hair fell out of her face as she tilted her head and turned that smile somewhere behind you. 
“Oh, Eddie.” She chuckled. She made laughter sound disjointed and ugly. “We’d heard you’d fallen into a particularly rough crowd.” She pouted and gave you a little wiggle. “Deja vu, right?”
You whined as she dug her nails in deeper. There was the sound of a step but not another. Not as Devona raised a finger and wagged it at Eddie. 
"Nuh-uh." She flicked her wrist, and the ground was under you. Not sweetly. Not gently. The air was knocked from your lungs as you did an involuntary roll over the underbrush, roots snagging where they could touch you. Pain blinded you as you tried to come back to consciousness. "She's ours to play with now. Sorry."
A foot on your chest kept you pinned underneath her. The mud caked your back and stung against parts you hadn’t even realized gotten hurt. But the position gave you a look at Eddie. As you put your hands on her ankle to fight the weight she was putting on your sternum, Eddie was a few feet behind you. If you died here, his expression would be what haunted you the most. 
Guilt and regret spread out like molten metal searing your insides. The panic, the fear, the betrayal. You could practically hear the words throwing themselves around in his head. You fucked up again. The concern drove deep. The care.
“Devona, don’t–”
"She killed Ruby," she snapped. "She left Kieran starving for blood he couldn't have. She's killed dozens of our kind." More weight, and you thought you felt something start to fracture. "Do you have no fucking allegiance to your kind? To the ones who turned you?"
Eddie’s expression twisted into confusion. Anger. His eyes finally flicked up from yours.
“Allegiance?” His chest heaved. “To fucking Kieran?”
You squeezed Devona’s leg harder. This was wrong. When this happened, Eddie wasn’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to have gotten injured. You were supposed to have a damn grip on your magic. Why was it blocking up now?
Devona scoffed, and her eyes glinted with anger. The thought hit you unforgivingly. She had to keep you alive. You were worth Kieran's hunger and sanity. He needed you alive. He didn’t need Eddie alive.
And you couldn’t say a damn thing.
Not from the pressure on your chest, not from the soreness of your throat. But the second you showed any care for Eddie, Devona would strike. He was already leading himself down that path. She, at the very least, knew you two were connected. But how much.
Eddie had killed the wolf back in the forest. He’d staked the vampire near the river.
You’d never seen him go up against another vampire.
Your palms burned as Devona kept her attention on Eddie.
“He gave you eternal life,” she snapped. “Ruby–”
“Was a good lay that wasn’t worth even a fraction of what I got from it.” His hands twitched by his side. “You should know how much I’ve fucking lost because of him because he took it.”
“Hm?” Devona tipped her head to the side, an innocent expression coming mockingly onto her face. She batted her lashes and scratched her chin. “The mortals? They were all going to die anyway. And what better way to lose one than to have them in your arms for it.” Her lips curled into an awkward smile. “Well, except the girl. She screamed a lot. Kieran hates screamers.”
Something deep and primal clicked inside Eddie. Don’t, you wanted to scream. If he attacked, you had no idea if he could win. You had hope–but hope could only get you so far. He stole a quick glance at you, pure, unfiltered hatred pouring from his pores. He only held your pleading look for a second. 
You got a full, pained breath the instant Devona was knocked off of you.
And then they were gone.
No.
You sobbed as you rolled over. Moving was a feat you wouldn’t be able to hold onto for long. Adrenaline was the only thing that allowed you to even pretend you could move. Everything hurt. Tears blurred your vision. And you were fairly certain you were on the verge of simply keeling over and not waking up. 
But you couldn’t let Eddie die.
Not like this. Not for you.
You saw white again as you crawled. 
More noises echoed around you. Grunts, cries. Laughter. Words you couldn’t hear. Wood splintered, but you never got to see who was the cause. The noises continued, and you wrapped an arm around a tree as you fell. You barely managed to prop yourself up.
Please.
You dug your nails in hard. 
More noises.
Another plea left your lips as fear swallowed you. 
If it was another vampire, another creature–your death was sealed. You couldn’t survive anything else. You weren’t strong enough for this.
There was a splash to your left, and you turned. 
The river?
You shoved yourself forward, going from tree to tree, moving as fast as you could. The sounds of wildlife scattering made your hair stand up, but you continued. It wasn't far. And it was wide open enough to be able to see once you got to the edge of the forest. But you just had to get there.
You had to–
A root caught your foot, and your palms scraped against a tree.
“Fuck.” You pressed your forehead against the bark. 
If you had the luck to survive this endeavor, you were going to set your flames to low and toast Kieran alive for as long as you could draw it out. You’d torch whatever he threw at you. Whoever he tried to harm. Whatever he tried to do–fuck him. Fuck all of this. Fuck whoever decided to turn this on to you. To give you such a wonderful bloodline and ferocious magic.
You punched the tree, a miniature bolt of lightning taking away a chunk.
“Fuck you.”
You sobbed. 
“Fuck you all.”
The faintest, softest gust of wind hit your wet cheeks. They stung like you’d been crying for hours. And maybe you had. It was hard to tell where the hurt even came from anywhere. Everything just hurt. 
Everything–
A warm arm wrapped high around your waist.
No.
A gentle hand stopped your wrist as you swung it.
Please.
The bolt struck far to your left.
“It’s me,” Falcon said, eyes wide. His hand left your wrist and found your cheek. You could feel the blood it smeared. The tears and mud, too. “It’s me. I have you.” He looked to his right. “They’re by the river.”
“I can’t leave him,” you croaked.
Falcon gave you a bittersweet smile.
“If they kill him–”
“If you go and you can’t fight, it’ll only be worse for him.”
“I’m not going." You felt your palms burn. Embers fell to the forest floor. "I won't leave him, and I won't let him die because of me."
Falcon looked at you for a moment too long. He was wasting time. Time you certainly didn’t have. Time you could feel slipping through your fingers and falling into unconsciousness. Time you really, really needed to savor.
“Okay.”
He hauled you in what you forced yourself to calculate through the pain was the right direction. The werewolf’s corpse was left behind with your bag as Falcon moved with you. Every step was agony, but at least he was there to cushion. 
You could move faster that way. Not by much, but you enough.
You were trembling when the forest broke away, and the shore stretched out along the river. There was blood. From new wounds and ones that’d started to heal on them already. Water washed it away as Devona slammed Eddie beneath the surface. He’d drown, but he wouldn’t die. But if he lost consciousness for even a second, the grip he had on her hands would slip. She had more than enough strength to tear his head from his shoulders. 
They were too close to even pretend you could use fire on her. Whatever touched her would touch Eddie. You couldn’t risk it. You also couldn’t fight. Falcon stood no chance to try and separate them, either. Without that, the fight couldn’t be interrupted. You just had to stand back and watch as she killed him.
No.
Falcon squeezed you tighter. His solemn expression hurt as he battled what to do. What he could do.
No. No. No.
This was wrong.
This was what you were trying to avoid. 
No.
You tried to move, but Falcon held you back. He didn’t need much strength to do it. 
Something hard poked your side as you settled back against him, and you peered down at your belt. Your blade sat lopsided on the leather belt, the sheath caked in mud and leaves.
You blinked and heard Devona laugh. Eddie’s grip started to slip.
What else was there to lose?
You shoved yourself from Falcon with your remaining strength. You toppled, falling to the sand, and he made it two steps toward you before you got the knife free. You gave him a pointed look that stopped him in his tracks, and you screamed Devona’s name.
Your hands shook as you held the tip of the blade against your neck.
You’d lost more than enough blood that one slice would be the end.
Anywhere would’ve done it, but this got her attention. This hammered it home.
This did exactly as you needed it to. As you needed her to. 
It gave you the leverage to apply pressure to the knife. It let you see her let go of Eddie. It gave her the leverage to make her decision–the obvious one–and tear the knife from your grip without slicing you in the process. It brought the shore to your back as she pressed you into it and cursed your name. Screamed it. Told Eddie to get up and watch as she took you from him. 
Work.
You barely managed to reach up and grabbed fistfuls of her hair. 
"Fuck you," you spat, putting every last ounce of yourself into what lingered hot in your veins. Devona laughed, but you dug your nails into her. You felt the embers spark, and you clung to that. Clung to the feeling that gradually grew warmer until you knew it'd burn. "Ruby screamed a lot, too, you know." 
The skin on your palms blistered. Devona blinked as her hair caught fire.
“Will you?”
~*~*~*~*~
You weren’t dead. There was too much pain for you to be dead. 
Somewhere between hearing Devona's scream tear from her throat and feeling the blistering pain travel up your wrists, you'd blacked out. You'd thought it was death at first. That the last bit of magic you'd had left had wiped you out entirely. But then you were jostled. Then, there was pain again.
Oh, you sobbed. 
Shivered as something colder than ice hit all of you. Writhed for a moment before that made it worse, and then you clung to whoever held you. A hand wiped the dirt from your face. Then from the rest of you. Strong arms kept you floating in the water. Desperate, almost angry, scared voices spoke nonsense. You could hear what they were saying, but their meaning didn't stick.
You just heard your name a few times.
“No. No, no. Not again. I promised. I fucking promised her, Falcon.”
That. You heard that, too.
Then there was very little. Not nothing. There was shivering. There was more pain. Then, a lot of moving. Quick movement. Lots of wind. The cawing of a bird and then the chirping of more. Water. There was water. 
You felt really cold, still.
Chamomile.
You blinked hard, but you couldn't get your eyes to open. You smelled chamomile. Herbs. The mint of tonics. Franic voices overlapped it. Some yelling. Some snapping. A warm tingling feeling went through your veins, and a warm hand pressed something wet and boiling against your forehead. It smelled familiar.
“I won’t let you die,” a soft voice whispered. “I’m pretty sure Eddie won’t let the alternative happen anyway.” 
The gentle pads of fingers skated over your throat. 
“Okay, (Y/N)?” Luna. It was Luna. Luna wiped her thumb over a spot where you remembered Devona’s being. “You’ll be better soon. I promise.” 
She leaned down, and you barely managed to move your head. The cloth on your forehead was moved, and a tender kiss was placed beneath it. You leaned into it. 
You felt her smile.
“The pain will be gone soon. Not entirely, but most.” Her hand barely moved to your side, and you nearly bolted upright at the contact. “This will scar, but the rest won’t. Hey. Hey. Breathe. Rest. Rest–”
There was a moment of silence, and whatever you were on shifted. A cold hand found yours, fingers lacing through yours. 
“Is she awake?”
“Barely,” you croaked at the very same time Luna did.
Eddie’s grip tightened on your hand. Through sheer force of will, you managed to get your eyes open. The room was dim, but the lighting that was in there felt too bright. But you weren’t looking for it as you blinked away the blurry vision. You were looking for him.
Eddie seemed to nearly collapse with relief the second you looked at him. He had to brace himself with his other hand, shaking the table as he leaned closer. His eyes flicked across your face so fast, you thought you’d scarred your face up in the fights. But then they stopped on your mouth. 
He leaned closer. 
“Don’t you dare,” Luna said, putting a hand on Eddie’s chest. Eddie’s hair tickled your cheeks as he paused, a mean glare going toward Luna. She gave him one right back. “When she’s better, you two can make up however you want. But she’s still in pain.” 
Eddie only barely straightened, but he didn’t walk away. He didn’t let go of your hand. 
“Give me something to do then,” he muttered, irritation crawling through him. He didn’t take his eyes off of you, even as you felt like sleep was trying to call you toward it. “Idle hands and all that bullshit. I can’t sit here and do nothing.”
"Just stay," Luna murmured, and you watched the magic pour from her fingers over your waist. The burnt skin was ugly and scabbed. The sweetness in her voice nearly made you cry. "Her magic pulses stronger when you're near her."
Eddie squeezed your hand tighter.
“Okay.” He ran his thumb over yours. “Fine.”
There was more movement, and you caught a familiar set of faces just before you started to drift back off again. You would’ve been upset that so many had gathered to see you like this, but the relief and concern on their faces shoved it all away. Link had Jax’s hand in a vice grip as she wiped away some tears. Tamara had to hold Kysa back from trying to bring food that (Y/N) really needs to get her energy back into the tent. Pria nodded near the back, concern laced through her features. She hugged herself as tears dampened her eyes. You wanted to tell her she didn’t need to cry–you’d be fine. 
Falcon handed her a handkerchief before he came over.
He put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder that held him relax, but not fully.
“She’s a stubborn one, Eddie,” Falcon whispered. “She’ll be fine.”
“I know.” He lifted your hand just enough to meet his mouth as he bent down. He pressed a searing kiss to the back of your hand. “I’m just an impatient bastard.”
You felt his hand squeeze yours again before the pain in your side was alleviated.
It stayed as sleep took and drowned you. 
~*~*~*~*~
There were fields of white around you. Freezing cold billows of white. They swallowed you as you jumped into the high piles, your cousins laughing around you. You were just another one of them, enjoying the fun. The scenery. Dreading the long ride back home. They threw balls of snow at each other, at you, talking about how they wished you could stay longer. How they wished you were actually one of them so you could live in the castle.
The large halls. The massive windows. The scent of delicious baked goods falling down the corridors and shiny silver cups full of cocoa waiting for you when you dashed back inside. The rugs were nicer than anything you’d ever seen. The curtains. The paintings. The food. The town outside of the castle.
You felt your grandfather pat your shoulder as you rushed by him and went to sit in front of the fire. The snow had already long melted off of you, and the chill had long vanished. But everyone else sat in front of the fire, so you did, too. The heat licked your skin like the sun, and you basked in the growing heat.
Your grandfather whispered something to your parents behind you, but you closed your eyes and sat where you were. 
Warm.
It felt so, so warm.
You jolted awake, eyes up on the point of a ceiling above you. The scent of lavender was strong throughout the small space. Thick blankets fell atop you, warm and soft. A long, large white shirt was draped over your skin that stretched as you started to sit up.
Oh.
That was pain. Not horrendous, but it reminded you of the pain you’d felt. Every ounce of it. It jerked the room sideways and blurred your vision for a moment, and you reached out to hold onto something. You were met with pillows. Pillows and an arm. 
You looked up the second a hand went to your back. Wide brown eyes blinked back at you. Concerned eyes. Relieved eyes. 
Your hand fell from his arm as he reached up and cupped your cheek.
“You’re awake,” he said softly.
You felt your mouth curve into a smile. He didn’t stop you from reaching up and touching his face how he touched yours. But that wasn’t enough. Soreness had nothing on the elation throwing itself through you, and you bit back the wince as you moved. The blankets were tossed back as you threw your arms around his neck. A dull ache in your side was hardly registered as Eddie toppled back out of his chair, and you both were on the ground.
He was beneath you. Alive. In one piece. He was okay.
You planted your lips to his and he seemed to melt under your touch. He sighed and kissed you back harder. Held you tighter. Kept you latched to him as you refused to break the kiss. Refused to stop feeling him. You needed it; needed to feel him. Needed it like you needed to breathe. 
He was still alive.
Your cheeks were wet when you finally needed to actually breathe. He cupped the back of your head gently as your forehead found his cheek.
“I’m so sorry,” he huffed, voice taut and strained. “I wasn’t there. I–”
"I was the one who ran." You felt cold as you said it. If you hadn't run, would it have been better or worse? You didn't like either answer. "You didn't do anything wrong, Eddie. I ran. I'm sorry."
"Doesn't matter. I promised to protect you, and I fucked it up again." His voice got quiet. "I thought she was going to kill you. I couldn't…I…" His hand twitched on your head, and he turned, planting a kiss to your temple. "I thought I lost someone else. I thought I lost you."
You shook your head. 
A sniffle came and went. You hugged him closer. Your heart started to beat quickly inside your chest. “I thought I was going to lose you.”
A shuddering breath left you as you nuzzled him closer. He pressed another kiss to your temple. 
“I’m sorry.” Lord. The emotions felt raw. Too raw. They hurt. “I won’t leave you to starve again, I promise. Can’t go losing your source of food–”
“If you think that’s the only fucking reason I went out there, you’re fooling yourself worse than when Jax thought they were just friends with Link.” His voice was almost cold. Yet it sparked an uncontrollable heat through you. Your magic felt weak to grasp, but it was still there. Still tangible. “I won’t fucking lose you, (Y/N).”
His voice dropped to a whisper. A hand gradually skated up your back until he had it centered between your shoulder blades, and he squeezed. Carefully–but he squeezed. He held you like you might slip away at any moment. 
He spoke the words against your temple, preceded by a searing kiss.
“I haven’t felt like this since I was mortal.”
The heat grew unbearable, yet it only felt wonderful. You lifted your head to find his gaze, but when you lifted and blinked, there were drops of water on Eddie’s cheeks. A few. Your vision was blurry, too. And you were shaking. Sniffling. 
You pressed your mouth into a fine line as a sob tried to break through.
When the hell was the last time someone felt like that about you?
Had anyone?
And he…? He.
You took his face in both hands and came down. You’d apologize after for kissing him while you were sobbing, but you needed him to know how much that meant to you. How that coursed through your veins like the feeling of magic. How it made you float and burn and pine and need. It made you feel safe.
The words weren’t there yet to speak, but Eddie understood them in the kiss.
He understood every one of them.
The sound of the tent opening was the only reason you broke the kiss. You would’ve stayed like that with him for as long as you could. Touching in every way you could, memorizing the feel of his lips against yours, basking in his care and giving him your own. To just be with him and feel.
Falcon had a crooked grin as he glanced down at you two still on the ground. One of Eddie’s hands went back and tugged down on the back of the shirt you wore as a dress. It was the only thing you wore.
“Good to see you’re up and doing good,” Falcon said to you. “We thought Eddie was going to go insane soon if you didn’t.”
Sunlight framed him, and you nearly leaped at him to close the curtain. None of the rays reached Eddie, but it was only then that you saw the slight bags beneath his eyes and the exhaustion seeping into him. Still, he had a cheeky smile. He kept your shirt weighed down with one hand and ran the other over your calf. 
“I wasn’t that close,” Eddie said with amusement. 
Falcon rolled his eyes and reached into the messenger bag hanging from his shoulder. A change of clothes was folded and tied neatly with a red ribbon. He set them on the edge of what you realized was Eddie's bed. 
You looked back over Falcon’s shoulder, muttering a thank you as you did so. 
“How long was I asleep?” you muttered. 
“Just the evening, don’t worry.” He walked over and put a tonic on the table beside the bed. “And it’s only just morning. The sun has just risen. Luna did her best to heal you up without overdoing it on either of your parts. How’re you feeling?”
“Sore, but okay.” Your hand instinctively fell to your waist. Luna had said the claw marks would scar. You could feel the memory of the wound in every wave of soreness as your fingers passed over the area. You flicked your eyes back to his. “Thank you, Falcon.” 
He stopped as he walked behind you, eyes wide for a moment as he turned to peer down at you. Then he smiled again. Softer.
“I don’t think things would’ve worked out like this if you hadn’t been there. Thank you.” Your voice broke halfway through your words, and Falcon reached down and squeezed your shoulder. But it wasn’t enough. Eddie gave you a bit of momentum as you got to your feet. “Thank you.”
Falcon smiled against the side of your head as you threw your arms around him. He hugged you back without a moment of hesitation. His chest rumbled with a bit of laughter before it died down, and for a second, his embrace got even tighter. 
“I’m not fond of losing members of my family,” he murmured. “I will always do what I can to keep the two of you safe.” His hand cupped the back of your head for a second. “Eddie also profusely thanked me on your behalf already. So you needn’t stress about feeling some obligation to do so. I will always lend myself to help.”
He pulled back, and he gave you a sweet smile that nearly broke you to pieces.
“We all will, you know. You’re family.” He looked over your shoulder at Eddie. “You both are.”
He stepped back and adjusted how his bag sat over him. A roll of his shoulders came next, then a hand through his hair. He gave you a nervous smile that made you shift your weight around on your feet. Eddie put both hands on your waist either to steady you, or he thought your legs couldn't hold you.
Either way, you leaned back until you rested against his chest.
He held you a little tighter.
“What is it?” you asked Falcon.
“Well, speaking of family,” he said, clearing his throat in the process. “When you two have finished…recovering…” Your cheeks burned while Eddie grinned, a kiss going to your cheek as he did. “We’ve been discussing waves of settling the Kieran issue.”
Eddie held you closer as you tensed. All the jovial feelings had knocked out the truth for just a little while. You’d killed Devona. You were back at the circus. Kieran was still in Caldwater. You were still in trouble. 
“Falcon,” you started, panic in your voice. Were they…?
He held up a hand.
"We have more than a few ideas, and Pria's already settled on which she wishes to move forward on." He gave you a wide smile and a tilt of his head as you simply gawked. You tried to say his name again, but your mouth just opened, and nothing came out. "What?"
He started to turn toward the exit of Eddie’s tent, and he gave you a cool smile.
“Did you think we would let him harm one of us and not retaliate?” Falcon tucked another strand of hair behind his ear. “Pria flayed the man who simply attempted to take her tail, buried the poacher who aimed her bow at my head mid-flight, and broke the hands of them who threw silver at Eddie.”
You and Eddie both moved aside as he opened the flaps.
"You're not the only ones with secrets chasing you. You don't have to run from them anymore." He stepped out into the light, and some birds chirped in the sky above. "We're here to help. Let us."
The flaps closed silently. The birds continued to chirp as a gentle gust of wind shook the tarp of the tent. The heat of the sun swirled as you fell back against Eddie. His hands twitched on your hips before rising slightly. You flinched where they met the new scars through the shirt, but you didn’t pull away. 
You blinked at the door, wetness coming down both of your cheeks.
Eddie caught you as your knees buckled. 
“Hey,” he murmured against your temple. Both arms wrapped you in a tight hug, pinning you against his chest. “Hey, hey. Hey, sunshine.”
You closed your eyes, shaking as you tried to piece everything together. Everything since you fled your parents, fled the vampires, fled Kieran; everything since you ended up in Pria’s troupe; everything since Eddie joined. Since he weaseled his way into your chest so efficiently and quickly and without stopping.
You dropped your forehead against him and forced yourself to straighten. 
Nobody had died.
Nobody had died and everyone was safe.
For the moment.
You threw your arms around his shoulders and hugged him closer. He felt warm. It felt like a piece of you that’d been missing was slotting into place. Old (Y/N) would’ve hated that it was him. The thought only made you laugh. 
Imagine if you would’ve done this sooner.
You snorted.
But the joyous relief could only last as long as it took for Falcon’s words to really set in. Even with the sun up, even with the slow, fiery kisses Eddie trailed along your jaw, even with everyone safe–you still had to go up against Kieran. There was the possibility that his hunger for your blood meant he was weak. Weak enough that there was nothing to fear. But underestimating an enemy was always mistake number one. 
And someone as vindictive as Kieran wouldn’t go down so easily.
Your head fell back as you sighed, Eddie’s lips trailing along your jugular, both arms locked around you. A low burning quickly grew hotter in your stomach as you clung to him. 
Kieran was vindictive. And you’d just killed another one of his friends and had another on your side. One that’d distinctly turned against him.
You reeled up as the shirt started to rise over you under Eddie’s embrace, and you had to peel yourself away from wanting to fall back onto his bed. To take the few moments you had with him before he really needed to crawl out of the sunlight. But there was something more important at stake than your own desires. 
“Eddie,” you murmured, cupping his cheeks as he looked at you. 
Wide, hungry eyes softened the instant they found yours. He cocked a brow and tilted his head, studying your expression. 
“Hm?” 
You took a deep breath and asked him something that you should’ve asked him the second he’d told you. But you’d been riding a different fear then. Clinging to a different pleasure to distract. To drown in. 
You drew your thumb over his mouth, and he pressed a teasing kiss to it.
Heat flickered in his eyes and your exhale came out shaky. 
But you had to ask.
You swallowed hard and held his gaze.
“I need you to tell me everything you know about Kieran.”
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