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always-andromeda · 8 months

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ✯ Jeff (Gone Girl) x Fem!Reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ✯ 3197

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 ✯ “Tell me you want me back. Tell me I'm forgiven.” + the toxic exes trope

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ✯ listen, I know this dirtbag had probably a whopping four minutes of screen time in Gone Girl but it's Boyd and I love a good scruffy Boyd character. I'm weak for greasy men, sue me (please don't I would never financially recover).

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ✯ smut (minors, do not interact), vaginal sex, slight overstimulation, mentions of jail, alcohol, and cigarettes, pet names (princess, honey, girl), Jeff is lowkey super manipulative and kind of gaslight-y lmao (please understand that this is fiction and I do not condone that kind of behavior in real life), sliiiight mentions of pregnancy lmao, that's all I can think of! let me know if I need to add more!

(mdni banner template credit goes to @cafekitsune!!)

Absentmindedly you watched your neighbor Darlene's television. With a thin layer of static warping the picture, you were hardly motivated to follow the plot of the true crime show that played out. So when Darlene spoke from her place on the other side of her couch, it caught your attention quickly.

“You hear Jeff's back in town?” she asked thickly as she took a puff from her cigarette.

Though she was hardly one for pulling your leg, you held your breath and answered wearily, "You're joking, right?"

Darlene simply laughed snidely before answering, "Folks are already sayin' he got let out on good behavior."

"Bullshit," you spoke through your teeth.

"Amen, sister." Then she added with a nod in your direction, "What the hell are you gonna do when he comes sniffin' around again?"

"He should know better than that by now."

"But he doesn't. He's a fuckin' idiot. You should know that better by now," Darlene shot you a look that was meant to be patronizing.

You rolled your eyes and insisted, "He ain't gettin' any more of my time than he's already gotten. If he knows what's good for him, he'll give it up."

"We're talking about the man who robbed the same liquor store three times? Same motherfucker, right?"

You snorted, "I never said he's the sharpest tool in the shed..."

"That's a fuckin' understatement. Honey, the Lord poured his brains in with a teaspoon and somebody joggled his arm."

Now that made you double over with laughter. But obviously Darlene didn't find her joke nearly as funny as you did. Because once you recovered, getting out the last of your wheezes and catching your breath, she moved her cigarette from one hand to the other and laid the free one over your knee.

Her touch was firm, the seriousness of the situation saturating her tone. She knew better than anyone in the park how Jeff had stomped on your soul over and over again. She'd been there for the sleepless nights when your entire being was wracked with sobs and shakes over him. He wouldn't talk to you. He cheated again. He ran off. Going to jail for petty theft was your last straw.

You were only a handful of months removed from the day you vowed to Darlene that you weren't calling or sending him letters anymore. And she knew just as well as you that it was for your own good that you didn't underestimate his gravitational pull.

"Don't let him in, honey," she spoke softly. "He's just gonna to break your heart again."

With the smoke from her cigarette wafting above your heads and your eyes already starting to water, you blinked quickly and nodded even faster. Darlene removed her hand and went back to staring at the television screen. You tried your best to shake her words off, to forget that weary look in her eye that said she didn't quite believe your conviction.

So you cleared your throat and fiddled with your fingers before awkwardly declaring, "You should get Travis to straighten out your antennae. Can hardly see that John Walsh through the static." And you zoned out as Darlene grumbled about how she'd asked that husband of hers to fix it ages ago.

You tried not to give a shit about what Darlene thought about you or Jeff. He wasn't good, no. But she didn't know him like you did. Nobody did. Not even Jeff himself.

It was three days after that when Jeff showed up. And you tried to ignore it, you really did. The second you peeked out your kitchen window and caught a glimpse of his beat up Ford pickup pulling into your driveway you rushed around the trailer drawing the curtains quickly before sitting cross legged on your couch and lowering the volume on your television.

Your hand shook around the remote. He'd pound on the door and you'd chew on the inside of your cheek just hoping he'd take the goddamn hint.

"C'mon, darlin'. I know you're in there. Keith told me you had today off," came his voice calling from the other side of your trailer door. You couldn't ignore that. He would never let you ignore it.

Throwing the remote aside, you stormed towards the door and opened it. As soon as he was presented with an entrance, Jeff was eager to use it, forcing his way in and attaching his lips to your neck.

For a split second you leaned into it and let him get the chance to really sink his teeth in. And fuck, it felt fantastic to have him near you again. It was the painful burn of moonshine and the comforting warmth that flooded your chest afterwards. And you had to quit before he got the chance to destroy you again.

You pushed him away, glad that the first sound he heard from you is one of disgust instead of a moan.

Jeff chuckled lowly, "Well, nice to see you too, princess."

You returned the once over that he gave you. You didn't even know what you were searching for. He'd hardly changed. The smell of cigarette smoke on him was only slightly masked by cheap soap and a bit of his musk. And that damn sleeveless denim button-up exposed a little too much of his chest for your liking. Not only that but it showed off his broad shoulders and toned arms. They're marked with tattoos that you'd once memorized the lines of. The sight of them now made your throat ache with some sort of nostalgia.

"What are you doing here?" you managed to ask.

Jeff stared back at you with a strange expression. "To see you. Why else would I be here?" Then, with open arms he added, "I'm home. Ain't that good enough?"

You shook your head and scoffed, "No, absolutely not. This isn't your home–"

"Since when did you kick me out?"

"Since you got yourself thrown in jail, Jeff. Since I stopped talking to you. Since right now, where I'm telling you that we aren't together anymore."

To your surprise, Jeff merely clicked his tongue and shook his head before looking back up at you with those baby blue eyes that were always primed to get exactly what they wanted out of you. "You know, you've always been good at workin' yourself up over nothin'. Somethin' tells me you're just confused. And once I get you back in that bedroom, I'll straighten you out. How's that sound?"

You wanted to be angry. Hell, you wanted to scream and pound on his chest until he finally got the message that you didn't need him anymore. Darlene's concern surfaced in your mind. But the growing hum between your legs was louder than any sort of rationality that Darlene could've inspired within you. And bigger than that...his words hit harder than you thought they would and he knew it.

He smiles slyly before encroaching your personal space again. "C'mon, princess, tell me you want me back. Tell me I'm forgiven. And I'll take care of you again, just like I always do," his breath is warm against your lips and his grip on your hips steady like an anchor. He keeps you from swaying too much. Because you feel like you could faint at the promise of intimacy with him again.

You missed it. You weren't afraid to admit it to yourself. You missed him.

You missed sharing cigarettes in the bed of his truck as you both stared up at the stars. You missed him stealing kisses (and other, more devious touches) when your manager wasn't looking as you waited tables. You missed waking up in the morning. The momentary panic as you'd feel around for him behind you. Then the flood of relief when you'd feel his solid body; when you'd feel him stir and pull you back into his arms. As much as you hated the sound of it, you missed feeling like you belonged with him. You missed that unwarranted pride that used to swell in your chest knowing that no matter how much trouble he'd get himself into, he'd always come crawling back home to you.

That was the thing that made you fold. The thought that made you kiss him softly and murmur, "I forgive you."

It didn't stay soft; things rarely did when they involved Jeff. His fingers dug into your thighs greedily but made their way to your backside as you straddled him. It was so easy to fall into the pattern you'd once had with him. Whether it was in his truck, the back alley of a bar, the bathroom at your work, or the bedroom you'd once shared with him, Jeff was always the same. Always equal parts cocky but needy.

He'd keep you firmly in place on your lap and roll his hips, sending a shock wave directly to your core that made you squirm for more friction.

"You gettin' frustrated already, girl? You can't be patient for me?"

Then the next breath he'd take was closer to a gasp as you nipped and licked at his Adam's apple. The taste of his skin was lace with the salt of sweat and the burn of bourbon with none of the sweetness. Maybe that's what you liked most about being with him. He was infuriating, yes. But he was straight forward. He didn't try to hide all of his awfulness from you. And part of you wondered if he only allowed you to see it because you accepted it.

Either way, it was worth it. It was worth the heartbreak to hear the sound of him groaning while you worked him up.

"Says the man who jumped my bones the second he got home," you giggled.

"What can I say? I missed ya'."

"I think you missed something in particular about me more than anything else," you eyed him teasingly.

Adorned with that southern charm, he reproached you, "Oh, princess. I missed all of you. Missed those eyes, that smile..." he trailed off with a suggestive look, " how those pretty lips–"

You smacked his shoulder before he could finish the thought.

Jeff only laughed then continued, "But, yes, if you're really dyin' to hear it. I think I missed that pussy of yours terribly. Missed stretchin' it out and hearin' you scream. Missed makin' it all wet. I think she was prettiest like that. All puffy and beggin' to be filled."

Every word fell from his lips low and slow like honey. And it only served to glue up your insides and make your head heavy with the weight over overwhelming arousal.

"Aww," Jeff pulled back your bottom lip lamely with his thumb before letting it snap back in place; just another sign of how thoroughly you were wrapped around his finger. "Look at how worked up my girl is. So dumb and she hasn't even been fucked yet. You're adorable, princess. How about we get you out of those clothes, hm?"

You nodded quickly. Jeff tapped your ass and you were on your feet, working to shed your too tight jeans and the shirt that was rubbing uncomfortably at your hardened nipples. It wasn't a graceful display, but Jeff wasn't making an effort either as he leaned back slightly and unbuckled his belt before swiftly pulling himself out.

You'd forgotten how enticing his cock was to look at. He wasn't the biggest or the thickest you'd ever seen, but that didn't matter. What made sparks erupt inside of you was that slight curve. You knew just how that groove felt when it was inside of you and nothing excited you more than when you were back on his lap.

Taking a hold of his length, you slowed when Jeff hissed sharply. "Gotta be gentle on me now, alright? Been almost a year since I've had you and I'm not bustin' a load before I can make you come, you hear me?"

Once again, you nodded. And Jeff smirked, pleased at your compliance.

Lining him up and lowering down, you both breathed in deeply once you were slotted together again. Judging by the way he squeezed his eyes shut and gripped your thighs, you knew he was right at home buried inside you again.

With a sob at the edge of his tone and his forehead pressed against yours, he whispered, "Fuck, I missed you so much, honey." It was so soft that you doubted he'd repeat the admission.

And you figured right. Not even seconds after you got the feeling that he was simply enjoying your presence, Jeff was moving your hips, slightly thrusting into you. You matched his pace, bouncing on the balls of your feet and grabbing his shoulders for support on the lumpy mattress.

That mattress had been witness to many fucks. But this one was probably your favorite of them all with the way Jeff was breathing deeply and pressing the occasional messy kiss to your swollen lips. And before too long, Jeff took over almost entirely as he quickened the pace.

"Thought you wanted to go slow?" you whimpered. "I'm not quite there yet, Jeff, I–"

"Then hurry up, I'm gettin' close." Nearly out of breath, he moaned, "Fuuuuck, I need it. I need to come inside you, princess. Need to fill you up. Need you to be mine."

This was a side of him you'd only seen a few times before. The sloppiness of his ruts and his solid hold on your body; he was desperate. And he only ever got like that when he was worried he was losing you. He'd fuck you like it was the last time he'd be able to. Like he was dedicating every last sensation from your smell to your sound to your touch to his mind.

As much as it worried you, you were adamant to reach your own high. You reached down and began to quickly circle your clit with a deft hand. All those nights without him...you'd gotten real good at getting yourself to the edge on your own.

"That's it, baby, touch yourself for me. Make a mess on me," Jeff begged.

At this point, he was thrusting so deep that the curve of his cock was brushing right at the sensitive, spongy bit deep inside of you. The place that made you throw your head back with a strangled cry as the invisible electricity of your climax overpowered your being. Jeff followed soon after, his spend painting your walls as they fluttered weakly. With a few more weak ruts as he was emptying out the last of himself inside, you were whimpering from the overstimulation.

But Jeff had never been merciful. "C'mon, baby, you can take it. I've got ya," he mumbled. When you pressed your face into his shoulder, he held you by the nape of your neck and kept you in place until he was satisfied.

After he finally let you go, you rose on shaky legs to retreat to your bathroom for cleanup. But you lose yourself looking in the mirror. You caught the thin sheen of sweat covering your skin and the goosebumps that were now erupting over it in the cool bathroom. You were a tangled up mess. And all you had to show for it was messy hair, the remnants of your mascara smeared under your eyes, and a dull soreness between your legs. He'd fucked you so well that if he went back to jail the next day, you were sure you'd be satiated until the next time he came back. You tried not to linger on the thought for too long.

You flicked off the bathroom light and padded back into the bedroom where Jeff laid, arms folded behind his head lazily on his pillow. Settling down beside him carefully, Jeff was quick to pull you towards him. For a few seconds there was quiet. Just the sound of crickets and country music playing faintly from a radio from some other trailer.

"You're still mine, right?" he asked out of nowhere.

Your body and your mind spent, you were exhausted. Your eyelids threatened to give up on you any second. And you barely heard what he'd said. But this configuration was familiar enough that you let out a weak hum before nuzzling closer into his side, figuring it was a satisfactory response.

You'd never know if it was though. Because the last piece of Jeff you'd get before falling asleep was the feeling of his lips leaving a chaste kiss on your forehead.

Nearly two months went by. You hadn't heard from him. Because of course you hadn't. You'd simply woken up the morning after he came back home, felt around the bed behind you for a few seconds only to be met with nothing. The sheets on his side were still warm. Like he'd slipped away just for a second. But for all you knew he was halfway across the country with a different woman of the hour, dreaming up new methods to rob tourists. Frankly, you didn't care.

There were no tears left for you to shed. Just that thunderous guilt that made you feel so stupid for falling for his bullshit all over again. But you couldn't even chastise yourself for the lapse in judgment for too long. There was something far more pressing on your mind.

Your period was late. And it was almost comical. You weren't stupid. You didn't need to waste the money on a pregnancy test. You could put two and two together yourself. Unfortunately, two and two added up to a pregnancy you were already attempting to ignore.

However, it wouldn't let you. Every single night you laid a hand over your stomach as if it were old enough to kick. If you were quiet and still enough, you could convince yourself that you felt it thrumming with life as it floated in amniotic fluid. It had only existed for a few weeks and already it was taking on the dread-inducing nagging of its father.

It scared the shit out of you; scared you more than Jeff ever had. But it was in the darkness of the night when you felt Jeff's absence most that you heard the call of the void. You envisioned a future with this baby where neither of you had to be afraid of him.

Instead, there were summer barbecues at the trailer park, you and Darlene sipping cold ones while your baby played in the grass. There were trips to the laundromat down the street, you holding your baby up so they could count out the change to put in the machine. There were tearful first days of school and homework scattered on your coffee table. You'd work late some nights and you wouldn't always be able to afford the newest toys and clothes. But you'd do your best. And you'd love them.

You'd love them the way that Jeff could never love anything. You'd do it all on your own if you had to. So, as you stood on the edge of the cliff, you decided you'd take the plunge.

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munsonhoneybaby · 1 year

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Too Much in Common | Eddie Munson X F!Henderson!Reader

Summary: After Dustin brings Eddie home for a D&D campaign, you find yourself enjoying his company more frequently than expected.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, drug use (marijuana), smut, kinda automatic dubcon since they're both fried?, fingering, a lil praise, eddie’s just a lil obsessed

A/N: it hasn’t been explicitly stated yet but reader is adopted. hopefully i actually post a part two in a timely manner.

part two | finale | tmic masterlist

The rumbling of Eddie’s van ceased in the Hendersons’ driveway as he turned the key back in the ignition. He was surprised, however, when the metal thrum of a guitar continued despite his radio now being off. Opening his door, he recognized “N.I.B.” by Black Sabbath and realized it was coming from inside, making his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

He made his way to the front door, not bothering to knock beforehand since Dustin was expecting him and the kid’s mom wasn’t home. “Since when did you get a taste in music, Henderson?” He called over the music blaring from the sound system in the living room. A door around the corner slammed open much more forcefully than necessary and the aforementioned freshman barreled out of his bedroom.

“It’s my sister!” He shouted back. “She said I could have you guys over while Mom is gone if I didn’t bitch while she was in charge, but APPARENTLY THAT MEANS MAKING ME GO DEAF!”

Eddie could just barely make out your muttered “oh please” as you entered from the kitchen. You turned down the volume until the sound could be considered background noise. “If anyone here is gonna go deaf, it’s me from your constant shrieking.” Distressed jeans hugged the curve of your waist perfectly and the Poison t-shirt you had on looked soft from numerous wears. He tried not to stare, but he was sure he looked like a cartoon character– bugging, heart-shaped eyes and jaw hitting the floor. He almost missed it when you acknowledged him. “Munson. I heard you were still running Hellfire. Didn’t realize you’d be coming today.”

Oh fuck. You knew him. You knew him? How did you know him? Of course, you had gone to the same school, everybody in Hawkins did, but he would remember meeting a girl like you. Would you be upset with him for not knowing who you are? God, already embarrassing himself and he hasn’t even started talk–

“Relax,” You snorted. “I was a grade under you at Hawkins and I was homeschooled my senior year. We never talked, I wouldn’t expect you to remember me. I’m pretty sure everybody knows about you, though.” And this is when you tell him to get out of your house and stay away from your kid brother because he’s a drug-dealing, Satan-worshipping freak. “It’s nice you’re still running the D&D club, sounds like everything else there gets worse every year.”

Some of the tension in his muscles slipped away and he realized he’d been subtly bracing himself. “Oh–” The doorbell rang and Dustin ran to get it, welcoming in Mike and Lucas who were already amicably bickering louder than necessary. Behind them trailed the two others they had ridden with, Jeff and Gareth if you remembered correctly. They seemed a little uncomfortable holding a session in a new house, but relaxed drastically when they set eyes on Eddie. “Uh– you guys can go ahead down to the basement with the freshmeat. I’ll be down in a sec, alright?” They nodded, waving politely to you before following the boys.

When they were gone, you and Eddie locked eyes again. “Seriously, I’m glad Dusty has someone watching out for him. He takes more shit than he deserves. Just try to be a good role model, alright? If I find out you give that kid Special K or some shit, it’s fucking over for you. Got it?”

“I would never let anything bad happen to those kids when they’re with me,” He spoke earnestly. “I’m gonna look out for them. If I’m ever gonna do anything right, it’s that.”

“I believe you, Munson.” You gave him a small smile and nodded towards the basement door. “You should probably get going. They can’t start the game without their dungeon master, right?”

An embarrassed flush fought its way up his neck to his cheeks as you turned towards the hall where your bedroom was. Before you could get more than a couple of steps though, he gently grasped your wrist. “Hey uh, by the way– I just wanted you to know that I don’t really– I don’t do any hard stuff anymore. Haven’t in a while. I hardly even sell it anymore and I stopped selling to first-timers.”

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I didn’t mean to–”

“No, don’t worry about it. I totally get it, I just wanted to let you know; for your peace of mind, I guess. You deserve to know who your baby brother’s hanging around with, I don’t want you to think I’m too bad an influence.”

“I don’t think you’re too bad, Munson. Just a healthy amount.” You gave his own wrist a small squeeze as you slipped your hand from his and finally went back to your own room. He gazed after you momentarily, even after your door had closed. If the guys were still present, they would definitely be giving him shit.

As if on cue, he heard Dustin’s muffled shout from the basement. “Eddie, hurry the hell up!”

You were sitting on the front porch swing lighting a joint when his beat-up van pulled up two nights later. “Seek & Destroy” poured from his cracked-open windows until his door opened and he set foot on your driveway once again. “He��s not here, y’know,” You called to him.

“That’s alright, I actually just needed to–” Eddie was halfway between you and his van when he caught a whiff of a particularly familiar scent. A shocked, teasing grin slowly spread across his face. “Henderson, are you smoking marijuana right now?”

In spite of yourself, you let out a laugh, coughing around a lungful of smoke in the process. “Say it a little louder, Munson, I don’t think the deafening Metallica got the neighbors’ attention.”

Laughing, he dropped into the space next to you on the swing. “I didn’t peg you for the smoking type.”

“Oh, you mean from the three minutes we interacted?” You squinted playfully but held the joint out to him. “Just weed, I don’t fuck with anything else personally.”

He took you up on the offer, calloused fingertips brushing your skin as he took the joint from you. Examining it for a moment, he smirked as he took a hit. “Fuckin’ with it pretty hard, apparently,” He breathed out. “You roll almost as good as I do.”

“Good, then you can roll the next one.” It passes between you as you speak, though Eddie tries to keep his turns short out of courtesy. “Which brings us back to the topic of why you’re here mooching my shit. You said you needed to do something?”

“Right, I uh- I forgot my lucky dice here the other night. I figured I’d pick ‘em up on my way home from The Hideout.”

“Oh yeah, you’re in a band or something, right?”

“Since middle school,” He nodded, “Just me and a few guys from school, s’called Corroded Coffin.”

“Sounds metal.”

“We try to,” He chuckled.

“You like Black Sabbath and Metallica, you’d better,” You teased. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed your every move as you smoked. The way your cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as you sucked in a hit, how your breath hitched and your eyes fell closed as you held it in. The corners of his lips curled up in amusement watching you blow Os while conversation lulled for a moment. Offering him one last hit first, you stub out the roach on the ground and stand from your seat. “C’mon in, you can go get your dice.”

“Thanks,” He hummed, grabbing the door as soon as it was open to hold it for you.

“Have you eaten?” You ask, heading into the kitchen as he made his way toward the basement door. “I haven’t, I was gonna make a sandwich or something. You want one?”

“That’d be great, actually, thank you.” The dice weren’t hard to find seeing as he’d left them there on purpose. So maybe it was a little weird, definitely a little desperate, but he wanted to make sure he had another opportunity to see you– get his foot in the door, so to speak– and he really hadn’t expected all this. He’d hoped you’d be the one to answer the door and he’d get to make small talk for a few minutes, point out your shared taste in music maybe, but this? Catching you alone, sharing a joint, getting invited in for something to eat? This was going better than he could’ve possibly expected.

“Find ‘em?” You called down.

“Yup!” He jogged back up the stairs, waving the small velvet bag as he joined you in the kitchen. “All good.”

“What a relief. Can’t have the dungeon master thrown off his game, that would be a travesty.” You glanced up at him mischievously as you finished making the first sandwich, scooting the plate across the counter to him.

Eddie suppressed a smile, shaking his head as he picked up the sandwich. “You just love teasin’ me with that, don’t you?” He asked before he took what was probably an unattractively large bite.

“Depends on what kind of teasing we’re talking about, Munson.” You drawled casually in return, turning to continue making your own. Meanwhile, it was an effort just for him to keep his food in his mouth without choking on it. You were flirting with him.

Weren’t you? Maybe you weren’t. Maybe you’d meant it the other way around– that you’d only tease him in a joking way and that you’d never want to–

“Eddie, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” You snorted. “Stop thinking so hard, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” You took a big bite before grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Want one?” His answer was going to be yes, but you were grabbing him one before he had responded anyway. There was a brief and fairly comfortable silence as you cleaned up the rest of your small mess and he took a few long swigs of his water. “Wanna finish these in my room? We could smoke another joint maybe…just chill out, I don’t know…”

“Yeah, totally,” He agreed, maybe a little too eagerly.

“You’re rolling though,” You remind him over your shoulder as he begins to follow you to your bedroom.

The door creaked as you opened it, waiting for him to enter after you so you could close it. As you opened the window wide and lit a stick of incense, he took in his surroundings. Your room wasn’t like the average teenage girl’s– not that Eddie had seen very many of those– not pastel-colored, or frilly, or covered in heartthrob posters, though a few stuffed animals were perched tenderly on your bed. Actually, it was almost more like his, albeit much more organized. There were posters of horror movies and rock bands filling a decent amount of the empty space on your walls, the Dio flag pinned to the ceiling drawing his attention. “Oh, that is so sick!”

“I thought you might like some ‘a this stuff,” You laughed softly. Nodding towards the stereo in the corner, you continued, “You can put something on if you want.” He squatted down to look through your cassettes, hearing your voice move through the room as you got out your bud, tray, and paper. “Try to keep it understated though, alright? Nothing too hard or fast right now.”

“Really tryin’ to mellow out tonight, huh?” He began playfully, but looked back at you as his tone softened a little. “Everything okay?”

“Oh, I’m alright,” You reassure. With the cassette in place, he made sure the volume was low before it began playing softly as you spoke. “I just get a little too pent up sometimes, you know? Everything’s just been kind of a lot lately, ‘s why I was already smoking when you showed up.”

“Hey, I can beat it if you want. I didn’t mean to show up outta the blue at a bad time and I definitely don’t have to stick around if you don’t want me here. I can totally get it if you want the time to yourself–”

“Please stay,” You quietly interrupted, then seemed a little embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t– I’d appreciate the company if you wanna stay a little while.”

Eddie gave you a comforting smile before taking a seat at your vanity to roll the joint, trying to lighten the mood. “Careful what you wish for, Henderson. I mean, you’ve got good music, good weed, made me dinner; I might be hangin’ around here more often with this kinda treatment. You’ve got me livin’ the life, babe.”

Laying down on your bed to watch him, your voice was more serious than he expected when you replied. “You’re welcome any time, you know. Mom likes when the house is busy and I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Dustin practically worships the ground you walk on.” His rings glinted in the lamplight as he carefully sprinkled the bud onto the paper.

“Yeah? And what’s your review, hm?” You didn’t mean to stare at the way his lips wrapped around the joint or how his tongue traced the seam of the paper to seal it.

You hummed vaguely as he finished up, gently plucking it from between his fingers when he was done. Dramatically inspecting it much longer than he had yours, you finally say, “You roll clean joints.”

He shakes his head and laughs. Your lips close around the paper, feeling the seam still damp with his spit, and you jut your chin toward his lighter on the vanity. Grabbing it without a word, he leans forward to give you a light. Your gaze catches on his rings once more before lifting to his face again. A reflection of the flame makes the brown of his eyes warmer as they lock with yours, looking up from where you still lay on the bed on your stomach. You take a long pull as he draws the lighter away again and the spell is broken.

Sitting up to breathe the smoke in deeper, you tuck your knees under you. Eddie joins you on your bed, but not before he kicks off his shoes by the bedroom door. He sits cross-legged just in front of your pillows so you shuffle around to face him. “So, how was your concert?”

He snorted, “Concert might be a bit heavy. Gig is a little more accurate. Show maybe.”

You roll your eyes, but keep your tone light and pass the joint. “You’re a loser, you know that? You knew exactly what I was talking about, answer the question.”

“It was pretty good I guess,” He shrugged and took a long hit. “I think there may have been a whole seven people this time. And one of them was even sober!”

You smiled sympathetically, “You’re just in the wrong town. Don’t worry, I’ll come watch you play. I don’t know if that’d be a good atmosphere for the boys, but I could probably force Steve, Nancy, and Robin to come.

He twisted one of his rings around his finger for a moment. “That’s really nice, sweetheart.”

With each toke you both took, the joint burned slightly shorter until it was almost completely gone. “You want the last hit?” you asked. “I finished the last one. And you rolled this one anyway.”

“No, that’s alright. It’s your weed; I’m literally a drug dealer, I’ve got plenty at home.”

“Here,” You took one last long drag and he raised an eyebrow in confusion, but he understood when you sat up further on your knees and leaned toward him. A sense of giddy excitement overtook him for a second, nerves probably heightened from the weed, but he kept his composure. When your lips slotted over his, he took a deep breath in. His hand slid into your hair to keep your head steady as you sighed the smoke into his mouth. Your lips grazed over his afterward, very obviously lingering long after it was necessary. You giggled as you slumped down into a laying position, letting your head fall back into his lap.

“Seems like someone’s a lot more relaxed now,” He cooed playfully.

“Sorry, I can get off ‘f you–” He notices how your voice is slightly rougher after smoking so much.

“Hey, no–” His hands settle warmly over your shoulders, not holding you down so much as they were encouraging you to stay put. “It’s alright, baby. You can get comfy, you’re not bothering me.”

His hands soothed up and down your arms as you settled back in. “That feels really nice.” You hummed quietly and it drew out into another giggle, “Everything feels really nice.”

He laughs a little airily himself, “It does, doesn’t it?” Your skin felt so soft and warm beneath his fingertips, tracing imaginary shapes along the bare flesh of your arms. “‘M feelin’ pretty good, myself.” Your eyes couldn’t help but wander to his pretty pink lips again. They’d felt so soft against yours and you wanted more– to really feel him this time. His thumb brushes your chin, dragging down in a way that had your mouth opening slightly. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about, sweet thing?”

Blinking up at him with glassy eyes, you raised an arm to brush your fingers over his flushed cheek. “Eddie, c’n you kiss me? Please?”

“Yeah?” He moved his thumb a bit higher to tug your lower lip down a bit, face dipping down a bit closer to yours. “That what you want?” You were nodding before he even finished his sentence, making him chuckle quietly.

He allowed his lips to graze teasingly over yours, just barely touching, before finally kissing you. His nose brushed your chin and you could feel the small smile adorning his face before your lower lip was sucked softly between his. Fingers winding into his mess of frizzy curls, you moaned quietly into his mouth and pulled him closer. After another moment though, he slowly drew back, lips separating from yours with a soft smack that made you unreasonably desperate for more.

An ache had sparked in his lower back while loading the amps into the van after their show earlier that evening, deepening as he proceeded to help load the rest of the equipment afterward. Now the deep curve he had molded it to in order to keep his mouth on yours had the pain radiating up his entire back. “As much as I’m enjoying this– and believe me, babe, I’m seriously enjoying it– my back is kinda killin’ me and hunching over you like this…” 95% of his brain was screaming at him to shut the fuck up, to ignore it and just keep kissing you breathless anyway, but the other 5% was crying out to lay down and he had to listen.

“Oh, sorry,” There was a slight pant in your voice as you released your grasp on his hair. He sat up slowly as if a movement too fast would shatter the calm in the air. You sat up yourself, watching as he eased himself back onto your pillows. “S’that better?”

“Way better,” He confirmed. “We can uh- we could keep kissing if you want.”

Openly cringing at how awkward that sounded, he opened his mouth to say something else before you interrupted him with a still-sluggish giggle. “I’d like that, Eddie.”

“Okay,” He nodded rapidly.

Leaning forward onto your hands and knees, you crawled into his lap. His hands instantly settled on your thighs, running up and down the material of your pajama pants. His eyes flickered wildly over your body a few times before gazing up at you in awe. You didn’t waste any time in kissing him again, which was much easier now that he wasn’t upside down. As you moaned into his mouth, his hands molded to your hips, squeezing and pulling you as tight to him as he could get you. His tongue slipped between your lips, making them open further as your hands found his hair once again.

He didn’t mean to start moving, slowly grinding into you in an attempt to relieve the tightness in his jeans that definitely wasn’t a problem before he came over— but then you were rocking down on him yourself, clothed cunt rubbing against him in a desperate search for friction. Hips rutting up into yours, he braced a palm against your lower back. You could feel his hardness pressing into you through the layers of clothing between you. Pulling back for air, you panted into his mouth, still subtly grinding against him. “Fuck,” He grunted quietly. The soft whimper of his name that you gave him in return made his head fall back against the wall with a thud. “Got me so fuckin’ hard, sweet thing. Please, don’t stop.”

“Don’t wanna stop,” You whined back quietly. “Feels so good.”

“Good,” He cooed. “Don’t worry, ‘m gonna keep makin’ you feel good.” Hot, open-mouthed kisses moved down your neck and you let out a moan. His fingers wormed their way past the hem of your shirt, tracing the cup of your bra. “This okay?” He mumbled against your skin. Nodding, you cupped his hand and guided it higher until he pushed your bra out of the way. The pad of his thumb brushed firmly over your nipple, making your hips jerk against his. “Mmm, so sensitive. Is that jus’ the weed or are you always like this?”

“Both,” You breathed out. “‘N you’re good at all this.”

“Aw you don’t have to butter me up, baby,” He grinned. “I’m gonna make you cum either way.” Free hand dipping past the waistband of your pajama pants, Eddie continued playfully, “But, go on. Keep tellin’ me how much I turn you on.”

“Eddie,” You pleaded, “C’mon.”

Fingers stroking the damp fabric of your underwear, he asked, “This okay? Really want me to touch you?” Your desperate nods made his lips curl, pressing more firmly against you and drawing out a moan that you tried to stifle. “No, no, no, you gotta tell me how it feels, sweet thing. We’re all alone, you can make those pretty noises, it’s okay.”

Your head slumped into the crook of his neck, mouthing lazily at his skin. Nudging your underwear to the side, he sank his middle finger knuckle-deep into you. Grasping tightly at the worn material of his t-shirt, your breath hitched. “Mmm, fuck– yes, Eddie, thank you.”

“Look at you, usin’ your manners ‘n everything. Of course, you would. Such a good girl.” Your moans only grew louder, making his hips jerk in search of friction. “So warm and wet, bet you’d feel so good around my cock.” Lifting your head to kiss him again, your hand found the shape of his length in his jeans. He rolled his thumb over your clit in circles as his hips rocked against your palm. Mouths open against each other’s, you exchanged panting breaths and muffled moans. Confined by your pants, his hand didn’t have much room for movement, leaving your hips stuttering frustratedly. “Lemme get these off’a you, babe. Can make you feel so much better than this.”

Suddenly, his hand was curled under your thigh and you let out a small squeal as you were flipped onto your back beneath him. Your pants and underwear were yanked down your legs feverishly, Eddie parting them to slip two fingers into you this time. “Shit, Eds!”

“Fuck, I’m sorry, was that too much?” Immediately, he tried to withdraw his hand, but you gripped his wrist to stop him.

“Don’t stop, Eddie. Please, don’t stop,” You rushed.

“Alright, sweetheart, ‘m right here. Don’t worry.” Your hands laced into his hair for stability as his fingers crooked into a spot that almost made your eyes cross. Already dripping onto your bedspread, you pulled him even closer to you. Smirk spreading across his face, he said, “Oh yeah. That’s the spot, huh, baby?”

“Fuck, Eddie, you’re gonna make me come,” You whined.

“Good, want you to soak my fingers.” His hips rocked forward, clothed cock grinding into the back of your thigh. “Wanna feel you come for me.” The way his thumb rubbed so firmly against your clit had heat shooting all the way to your toes. Desperately tugging him down for another kiss, your thighs trembled as they squeezed closed around his hand. “There it is,” He murmured lowly against your lips. “Mmm, you’d feel so fuckin’ good coming around my cock, sweet thing.” The deep cadence of his voice had you shaking.

Grasping at the back of his shirt, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He held you in silence for a long moment until your head eventually dropped back against the bed. A smile slowly grew on your face as you looked up at him and you let out a small giggle, making him grin down at you. He laughed softly too as he pressed his forehead against yours.

Eyes darting shortly to the alarm clock on your nightstand, you did a double-take when you noticed how late it was. “Son of a bitch, my mom’s gonna be home any minute!” You grabbed your discarded underwear and pajama pants from the foot of the bed as soon as Eddie had peeled himself off of you. “Uh– fuck, I’m really sorry. I promise I didn’t mean to invite you in just for this, I just didn’t realize how late it got. I didn’t mean to leave you hanging, but–”

“Are you kidding?” He was already leaning against the wall by your door, slipping on his beat-up air forces. “I had a blast, babe. We should do this again sometime,” He winked teasingly.

You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, feeling your body warm. When the two of you reached the front door, you rubbed your arm and met his eyes only a bit awkwardly. “I’m sorry again about not…returning the favor.”

He chuckled, giving you a small smirk. “Don’t worry about me, sweet thing. After tonight, I’ll have no trouble taking care of it myself.” Taking a step closer to you, he leaned down for a kiss that was much slower and softer than the last few you’d shared. “I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

“Night, Eddie. Thanks for keeping me company tonight.”

“Anytime.”

You waited at the door until he’d gotten in his van and driven away before finally heading back to your room. As soon as you closed your bedroom door and flopped down on your bed, you heard your mom’s car pull into the driveway. Meanwhile, Eddie drove home, foot a little heavy on the gas pedal as he itched to get back to his own room.

He didn’t see you again for two weeks. He knew the Hendersons’ phone number, but there was no way he could ask for you if Dustin or your mom picked up. So he waited, very impatiently mind you, and hoped he hadn’t ruined things by going so far with you so fast.

When he did finally see you, it was at Hawkins High School. You’d come to pick Dustin up from that week’s Hellfire club meeting. You knocked on the door before entering, knowing that– despite the session being scheduled to end ten minutes ago– they often ran over their allotted time. Sure enough, you heard Eddie’s booming voice as you cracked open the door and slipped inside.

“And as the chimera flew closer–” When he noticed you he immediately straightened from his position looming over the table, clearing his throat and clasping his hands together behind his back. He didn’t want to scare you off with all this yet. “Okay gentlemen, that’s all for today.” The collective groan they let out had you feeling a bit guilty, they’d obviously been enjoying themselves, and now you were being the annoying big sister; you should’ve just waited in the car. But Eddie was quick to speak again. “Oh, cut the moaning. We’re almost fifteen minutes over and you all need more time to prepare for battle anyway. Amateurs.”

As the others all packed up their things, he approached you and you greeted him with a smile. “Sorry for interrupting, seemed pretty intense, I hope it wasn’t too important.”

“No, no, it’s good you came in. We would’ve been all caught up until someone else came in to stop us in a much less forgiving manner.” You both laughed and it went quiet for a moment before he cleared his throat again. “So uh, I’ve been hoping I’d see you around.”

“Yeah, me too… Smoking alone isn’t as fun anymore.”

His lips quirked up into a smirk and he nodded playfully. “Yeah, ‘ve been thinking the same. You should start buying from me, you know. I’ll give you a discount.”

“Oh, so I have to pay you to smoke with you again? You know, we used my shit last time,” You teased.

“You’ll never pay for anything you smoke when you’re with me, sweetheart. I’m a gentleman after all. Here, hang on.” He dashed back to the table, hunching over to write something down before tearing off the small scrap of paper and coming back to you. “Now you can get a hold ‘a me, come smoke all my weed anytime.”

“Oh, I’ll be taking you up on that.”

Your comfortable conversation was interrupted when Dustin shouted your name. “What’re you doing? Let’s go!”

“I’ll see you around, Munson.”

“Sure thing, Henderson.”

As you drove Dustin home, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was a bad idea to get involved with Eddie. He was one of Dustin’s best friends now, a mentor for him, one of the only male role models he’s had aside from Steve since he lost his father. The last thing you wanted was to make Dustin feel like you were taking that away from him. God forbid something should happen between you and Eddie and he doesn’t feel comfortable coming around anymore. You couldn’t do that to him.

Still, you found yourself hunkered over the phone in the living room that night. You tried to hold out, you really did, but you only managed to hold yourself back until almost midnight after your family had gone to bed. Coiling the cord around your finger, you waited impatiently as the phone rang three times.

When he finally picked up, you could hear the smirk in his tone. “Hi, sweet thing. Just couldn’t stay away, could you?”

“Well, I figured I was running low on bud anyway,” You drawled quietly.

“You’re awful quiet,” He teased. “Don’t want Mommy to catch you up on the phone so late?”

“Fuck off,” You scoffed playfully. “If you’re having so much trouble hearing me over the phone, why don’t you come over?”

“Oh, so she minds a phone call, but it’s okay if we have a sleepover?” He snorted.

“No, but if you’re quiet you can sneak in and back out before she wakes up to get ready for work. I’ve got twenty bucks calling your name,” You cooed enticingly.

“Seriously?”

"Come on, Munson, you've never climbed through a girl's window before? I'm disappointed."

He simply replied, "I'll be there in fifteen, make sure it's unlocked."

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Move Me, Baby

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Cheer tryouts are right around the corner. A wrench in his plans makes Eddie see you in a new light. He just hopes others haven’t noticed too.

Words: 6.7k

Warnings: Jealous!Eddie, Eddie is a horn-dog, Smut, Recreational Drugs.

Eddie didn't like cheerleaders.

They were nice to look at, sure. Who didn't like to look at long legs and tight skirts? And their jumps and twirls were fine, but there was no substance.

The girls were cut-out cookies of their mother's dreams. They represented Barbies and white picket fences.

It was a far stretch from his reality.

So, no, Eddie didn't like cheerleaders.

At least, not until Chrissy convinced you to try out for the team.

The Tiger Cheer Squad.

It's not like he really expected you to make it. You were a senior, so why were you trying out now? You never showed any interest in it before.

When you mentioned the tryout dates at lunch one day, they didn't think anything of it.

Eddie was too busy focusing on the campaign. In hindsight, he should have been paying more attention.

And then, on one remarkably average Friday night, you stormed into the Hellfire Club classroom with a shit-eating grin.

You were wearing a Hawkins cheer uniform.

The green skirt swayed against the top of your thighs, detailed in orange and white frills. It was distracting.

You were sporting the school colors, and there was even an oversized cardigan draped over your shoulders.

"Look out, boys," You smirked. "There's a new sheriff in town."

They finally understood why you needed a Hellfire replacement for the night.

You could hear the wires in their head sizzling, and Gareth's mouth was wide open like a fish out of water. Jeff wasn't much better. You laughed at their antics.

But you never wore shorts around them, let alone something girly. A skirt was entirely out of the question. And yet, there you were, a different version of the girl they all knew.

Somehow, you transformed from one of the freaks into a forbidden fruit. You were stunning.

And Eddie. Oh, Eddie couldn't get the image of you in that skirt out of his head.

It was engraved in his mind, and then something unnatural happened. Eddie Munson was stunned into silence. It was good that he was sitting down because his knees were weak.

Fuck.

There were no sharp remarks or familiar terms of endearment from the ruthless DM. No taunting or making jabs about turning to the dark side.

His thoughts had turned to mush, and he didn't like it. Not one bit.

You heard giggling at the door and turned your head with a gasp. You forgot you left Chrissy there.

"I've got to go tell Robin! And Nancy! Bye guys," And then you were gone, just as quickly as you appeared.

Eddie was convinced you were a figment of his imagination.

"Was that –"

"Is she –"

Eddie leaned back in his chair, realization hitting him like a ton of bricks.

He was fucked.

He thought he had more time. Eddie built a wall around you and didn't even realize it.

You were friends. You had classes with him, sat with them for almost every lunch, and were even a member of Hellfire. A daunting thought plagued him.

Maybe there was a reason why he overlooked you as anything other than a friend of the freaks - the other option was far scarier.

And he'd never live it down if he admitted that he liked you. Not now. Not now that you were a cheerleader.

The reactions around the table were all the same. They'd never admit it, but they were all looking at you with new eyes.

And if they were looking, the whole goddamned school would be looking.

"Does this mean we have to go to basketball games now?" Gareth's asked at last. Lucas scoffed.

"You guys said you'd never go to my games."

As Eddie stood up, he brushed the freshman's shoulder. "Shut it, Sinclair."

But his threat lacked bite. Eddie needed to get a hold of himself.

"Careful, Eddie," Dustin teased, noticing their DM's uncanny silence. "You're drooling."

Eddie's icy glare was enough to silence the group. They all knew how he felt about you, even if he couldn't admit it.

But even as the night crawled on and he made it home, Eddie couldn't get a grip.

You were there, intruding on his thoughts. He was used to teasing you, to getting you flustered. But now the roles were reversed, and you didn't even know what you were doing to him.

Those soft, vulnerable thighs plagued his thoughts all night long.

He tossed in his bed.

What if, just what if he could do something about it?

What if you needed help after a brutal practice? What if you stepped wrong and pulled a muscle?

He could soothe that ache. He could rub out the taut muscles; he could help you relax. His hands were strong and capable, and he could massage up the curve of your knee and over your thighs.

He could pull them up, high, over his shoulders. That would give you a nice stretch.

He groaned into his pillow. It was embarrassing how quickly he had his pants pulled down.

And it didn't stop.

Days passed, and it was almost more tormenting to see you in your regular clothes, knowing what he had seen.

He was fixated, acting like a total creep. But you didn't notice or seem to treat him any differently.

Eddie started staying late on other weeknights, and you waved him down if you noticed his van after practices.

He knew it was selfish.

He'd focus on how you walked in those white cheer shoes and how you were out of breath and flushed after practice.

Sometimes he'd offer to drive you home. Other nights you helped him with history homework when he groaned about his grade.

But really, he was looking for an excuse to see you in your uniform. It was starting to get worse.

Eddie's other friends kept a wide berth until he cut out the chicken shit and talked to you about it, but it never happened. He was as annoying and charming as ever, but he never took the next step.

One night, you two went to Benny’s after practice to work on new character ideas for the campaign.

You were drawing character designs, and he was working on backstories, but Benny’s was so damn cold. Their furnace was busted, and they were waiting for parts to fix it.

You didn’t have your cardigan. Eddie watched on as you braved the cool air. But you couldn’t hide your goosebumps with your arms sprawled across the table. You were in the zone, drawing a distorted goblin king, when you felt a jacket being placed over your shoulders.

You jumped up. It took a moment, but you relaxed when you realized it was just Eddie. You didn’t even hear him get up.

“It’s just me, Princess.” He teased, smoothing his jean jacket down the top of your spine.

You were used to the nicknames, but you weren't used to the low timber in his voice or Eddie's eyes lingering. As he sat back down, there was the quip of a smirk on his lips.

He’d never given you his jacket before.

Usually, if anyone complained, usually about how cold the Hellfire room was, he’d snap at them to ‘toughen up, buttercup.’

It smelled like him, like wood smoke and stolen aftershave from his uncle. Not to mention, it was warm. You pulled your arms through the sleeves, pulling the jacket tight before looking back at him.

"Thanks, Eds," You grinned.

But his actions weren't entirely chivalrous.

You two were sitting in a booth. You were facing the wall, but Eddie had a view of everything. You weren't the only Hawkins High kids hanging out at Benny's.

He spotted a couple of band kids in the corner and basketball players across the restaurant. Eddie noticed that you were unaware of their stares lingering on your legs, but he saw everything.

Giving you his jacket was the least he could do.

It kept you warm, and it let the rest of the vultures know that he was staking his claim. And it looked good on you too.

“You know, sometimes I feel bad about trying out for the cheer squad,” You admitted in between sips of stale soda. “I missed this: Making characters, building up heroes.”

You regretted the time you missed with Hellfire.

“You mean it?” Eddie asked, looking up from his character sheet. “You seem to like it.”

“The girls are nice, but,” You paused, looking out the window. “It’s not the same.”

The girls were nice, at least, most of the time.

You weren’t clumsy, but they weren't kind whenever you stepped on their shoes, or your hands were in the wrong place. There wasn’t a lot of forgiveness. Chrissy was the exception, but she wasn’t a replacement for Hellfire.

She wasn’t a replacement for Eddie. You thought about it with a sheepish grin.

“Well, it sounds like you need a cheerleader.”

You looked up, and Eddie’s hands were folded in front of him.

“And while I am severely underqualified,” His voice was low, leaning in so that no one else could overhear, “I will do my best.”

The smile on your face was rare.

He had seen it once, maybe twice, when you rolled a natural twenty on game nights. It was like sunshine. You were like sunshine.

Eddie offered you his hand at the end of the night, pulling you up from the booth with a squeal. That would surely get the attention of everyone else in the diner. He grinned. His heart swelled with an affection he couldn't articulate.

He opened the car door for you when you got home, bowing like a court jester. Even when you offered his jacket back at the end of the night, he shook his head.

"I think it's a good look. Denim and polyester, I mean." Eddie teased, and you bumped his shoulder.

He didn't plan for you to get so close that his hand grazed the side of your leg. But you were soft, so soft. He had to stop himself from reaching out, from holding you right there. His rings were cold, and if you didn't have goosebumps before, he could feel them now.

But you didn't mention it as you stepped back.

"Goodnight, Eddie the Brave." You grinned, bowing at him valiantly. You kept the jacket, and he didn't walk back to his side of the car until you made it up to the doorstep.

"Goodnight, princess."

"So, are you gonna tell her?" Dustin dropped his library books down with a thud, making Eddie jump up from the lunch table.

"Jesus H Christ," Eddie scowled, putting a hand on his chest. "Henderson, what the hell are you going on about?"

Eddie wasn’t nearly as put together as usual. His curls were frizzy, and his eyes were tired. Dustin was convinced his shirt was inside out, but he didn’t say anything. Eddie looked like shit.

He lost track of time that morning.

His wet dream bled into his first-period class, but he couldn’t find it in him to get up. Not when his dreams were tormented by you. God, the things he saw, the sounds you made.

He had it bad. Even then, with his leg shaking under the lunchroom table, he had to distract himself from thinking of you.

“Eddie, snap out of it,” Dustin called out with the snap of his fingers. Big brown eyes stared up at him, but he was far away. “Oh, shit, man. You’ve got it bad.”

“I preferred it when you were revved about new Judas Priest records,” Gareth added, sitting down next to Eddie.

“Listen, you little weasels,” Eddie warned, “I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about.”

His denial made the rest of the table groan.

He was busy pointing his finger around the table, only to be interrupted by the intercom. They were calling all of the cheerleaders to the gym after lunch.

The first basketball game of the season was on tomorrow, and the pep rally was first thing in the morning.

“If you don’t tell her, she’ll move on. You’re squandering it,” Dustin emphasized. “Squandering it!”

“Squandering what?” You asked, walking up and sitting down on the other side of the table.

“He’s –” Gareth choked on his drink, making Dustin roll his eyes.

“Dusty here thinks that I,” Eddie put his hands on his chest innocently, “am acting like a fool.”

The dramatics made your eyebrows raise before looking around the table.

“What else is new?”

Your joke was so dry that it took a moment for the guys to catch on.

It was with an overextended laugh that Dustin let out a breath of relief. Eddie hit him on the shoulder to get him to quiet down.

Lunch was quiet, painfully quiet, and as you pushed your lunchroom spaghetti around the plate, you looked over at the group of cheerleaders. Chrissy caught your eye, offering a small wave. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“So,” You started gently, “I’m excited about the game.”

You watched as the guys poked their heads up from their plates. Eddie was looking intently at his lunchbox.

“No pressure, but do you guys, maybe, want to come?” Your voice was meek. You knew how they felt about the kinds of kids that went to the school games. But you thought it couldn’t hurt to ask. “And we could pick up a pizza after and go throw rocks at –“

“Of course we’ll be there.” Eddie finally looked up from his lunchbox.

He let loose a tight-lipped smile, but it didn’t make it up to those big brown eyes.

“It’s a big day. It’s a big day for you and Sinclair, right?” Eddie added.

“R-Right,” Lucas agreed, looking from Eddie to you with a nod.

You couldn’t help but give the group an incredulous grin. You knew they hated it. You knew it, and they were supporting you anyway.

“But there better be pizza, sweetheart,” Eddie added.

“Oh, of course. Naturally.” You said, shaking your head at the contingency.

Dustin thought he was going to be sick. It was painfully obvious that you two were ogling over each other. He shared a similar expression with Mike and Lucas.

It was gross.

They needed to find a solution, and fast.

After lunch, you changed and headed to pep rally practice, meaning that Eddie was left to fend for himself in Mrs. Click’s class.

The lesson was incredibly dull, and Eddie was twirling a pencil in his hand, letting his mind wander.

He knew you were about a hundred feet away in the gym, changing into your cheer uniform. He was so close, and yet, so far.

Maybe he could take the long way around if he asked to go to the bathroom. He could walk past the gym and catch a glance –

“Mr. Munson,” Mrs. Click chided, snapping him out of his daze. “Are you even listening?”

The old woman’s expression was grim, and the kids around his chair were snickering.

“Oh, absolutely,” He assured. “I was listening to your sweet, sweet recounts of the square root or the hypothesis of the triangle.”

“Hypotenuse.”

“Gesundheit.” He replied. “Can I go to the bathroom?”

With a reluctant nod, she gave Eddie the hall pass.

And he was off, creeping towards the gym with quiet steps. But what Eddie didn’t expect was that he wasn’t the only one with the same idea.

Jason Carver and one of his friends were leaning against the door, peeking into the gym window. Eddie thought of making a detour but stopped when he heard them say your name.

“She’s not bad,”

“She’s not Chrissy,” Jason corrected, tilting his head. “But you’re right,” He paused. “She’s flexible. Nice ass.”

The other basketball player agreed.

For a moment, Eddie couldn’t think straight.

They never looked twice at you, but now, they were hound dogs. Not that he was any better, but that didn’t help the jealousy riddling his veins.

“But she is still hanging out with that freak. Not the kind of girl to bring home to your parents,” Jason said.

Eddie rolled his eyes.

“That’s the perfect kind of girl,” His friend argued. “You don’t have to take her home to your parents.”

The basketball players laughed, and Eddie wanted to call out and tell them to fuck off.

“Besides,” The basketball player added, “I talked to her before she ran into the gym. She said she was gonna come to your party this weekend with Chrissy. And between you and me,” He whispered to Jason. “She was laying it on thick. I don’t think she’ll be at the freak table much longer.”

Eddie frowned, backing up until he was out of sight.

He wasn’t good at expressing his emotions, but his jealousy dissolved into fear. As hard as he tried to fight it, he had tunnel vision.

Maybe Henderson was right. Maybe you were done waiting for him.

You didn’t see Eddie after school.

You didn’t have practice and ended up walking home with the Sinclair kids.

Erica was excited to be a sub for Mike at Hellfire Club. You were the one who gave her an honorary Hellfire shirt the week before, and she had been stuck at your side when she made it to game nights.

Lucas was excited about the basketball game. You nodded in mutual excitement, stepping into the grass when the sidewalk was too narrow.

“Alex Johnson tried to talk to me today,” you told him, and Lucas made a face. It was one that clearly told you how he felt about his teammate.

“He’s a meathead.”

You laughed. “Oh, absolutely.” You agreed. “There’s not a lot going on upstairs.”

“I’d stay away from him,” Lucas added.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem. But he cornered me, Chrissy, and a few other girls on the cheer squad. He wanted to make sure we will go to Jason Carver’s party this weekend.” You explained, rolling your eyes.

“He’s deluded,” Erica said. Her face was unimpressed.

“And desperate.” You added, making the younger girl grin. “Besides, Hellfire is that night. No way I’m missing that.”

“So you lied to the biggest meathead in Hawkins.” Lucas realized, shaking his head. You shrugged innocently.

“Oops.”

The pep rally was too early, but you were up before your alarm clock. Call it nerves. You were nervous but excited. It was a big day for you.

The parking lot was crowded, and even though you waited for the familiar van in the parking lot, eventually you had to go in and get ready.

You spotted Dustin and Mike sitting next to Max and Gareth. It was like the gang was all there – begrudgingly – but they were there. Well, all except for one person.

Eddie wasn’t there.

You kept turning around, hoping to catch him sneaking in. Even in-between your cheer sets, you stole glances at your friends. But he never showed.

You even waved at Lucas as he came out and stood with the basketball team.

After the grand victory speeches and the marching band playing, you watched as people filtered out of the gym.

You weren’t going to take it personally; Eddie was never a morning person.

You followed the girls back into the locker room. Chrissy was putting on Jason’s school jacket, and you watched as the other girls put their cardigans on top of their uniforms. You never wore your uniform outside of practice before. And you were going to make a splash of it.

The day crawled on until lunch rolled around, and the Hellfire Club table was still missing the most dignified member of their club. Their infamous DM wasn’t there.

Jeff, Gareth, and Tony were quiet. Even Mike and Dustin were confused. It was a big day. Where was Eddie?

It wasn’t until Dustin was nudged on the shoulder that he looked away from the table.

You were walking towards them, all dolled up in your cheer uniform.

Green scrunchie, white socks, flowing skirt. It looked perfect. If anything looked out of place, it was the stained denim jacket over your shoulders.

“What the hell are you wearing?” Mike asked before he could stop himself.

But everyone was thinking about it.

You were a cheerleader wearing Eddie the freak Munson’s jacket. Publicly. In front of the entire student population.

And you were pretty damn proud of it, too, aside from the small fact that you couldn’t find the one person you wanted to show it off to.

“I was gonna surprise him, but,” You faded off, looking at the rest of the table. “Oh, it doesn’t matter. Have you guys seen Eddie?”

Everyone shook their heads. You heard a couple of the basketball players scoff behind you as they walked over to their table.

“Eddie gave you his jacket?” Gareth asked, genuinely confused.

Gareth and Eddie went way back, and there’s no way in hell that Eddie would have done that. He loved that jacket.

“He let me borrow it.”

“So he talked to you then?” Dustin was confused but let out a sigh of relief. “Because it’s about damn time. I knew he had it in him-ouch!” He glared at Jeff, who definitely kicked him under the table.

You were quiet for a moment, looking between them.

By the looks on their faces, Dustin definitely overstepped. The guys looked mortified. But the thing about Henderson was that he was smarter than the rest of them put together.

And there was only one person you wanted to talk to.

“Dustin,” You turned towards the freshman that was reluctant to meet your stare. “I need your bike.”

You couldn’t have known that Eddie spent the night hotboxing in his van to try and numb all of the feelings coming at him.

He felt sorry for himself and angry at the vultures that made up the basketball team. He was mad at himself for being a coward and not owning up to his fucked up affection for you.

And then, on top of everything else, he was so horny. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and the only way he could bear it was to imagine that he had done everything right.

He should have asked you out before you decided to try out for the cheer team. He would have showered you in kisses. He would have bought you all the prettiest skirts, and then he could show you off in front of the basketball team.

He would have ripped them off of you. Eddie would make you feel so good; he was convinced of it. He would have ravished you, licking, biting, and loving on those thighs that tormented him. He would have treasured you and made you scream his name for all Hawkins to hear.

So when he heard a banging on the front door, Eddie jumped up.

He was disoriented.

Wayne wouldn’t have done that. He poked his head up to the window and cursed, seeing you on the front porch. He looked over to the clock.

Shit. It was the middle of the day. He groaned, throwing his head back.

He hurried to stand, throwing on a pair of jeans and tripping on his way to the door. His jean jacket was the only shirt close by, but he rolled it over his shoulders before reaching for the lock.

The sunlight was too bright when he opened the door, so he had to take a step back before looking at you.

He called your name gently.

“What are you doing here?”

Eddie tried to be calm, but his heart was still frantic.

“I could ask you the same,” You were equally out of breath.

Only then did he see Dustin’s bike thrown to the ground outside. He cursed under his breath. You rode a bike all the way from school to his house. It was almost five miles of riding. And in a skirt, nonetheless.

“You gonna let me in, Munson?” You pulled his attention back to you, and it took a moment for his brain to catch up.

He jumped into action, stepping aside. You were careful walking in, looking around with a frown.

“You okay?” You asked.

Eddie’s hair was messy, his bangs were out of place, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked tired, troubled even.

He was breathing heavily, and as you looked down, you caught sight of the jean vest…and nothing else. His guitar pick necklace was in place, but your eyes went lower to the soft chest hair and his belly button, leading to a patch of hair that disappeared at the tops of his jeans.

“Is this a bad time?” You joked when he didn’t say anything.

But Eddie couldn’t believe you were there, in his house, in the middle of the day.

He was thrown off guard, tumbling to say the right thing. Fuck.

“Eddie, talk to me,” You urged. “What’s the matter?”

He mustered up a sobering breath before running a hand over his face.

“I’m preparing for the end,” He admitted. “You’re going to leave us for the jocks and the cheerleaders.” His words were low, his voice deep and steady.

He was biting back a new wave of unrequited emotions, feeling ridiculous for saying it out loud.

“You’re going to leave us. You’re gonna leave me.”

He took a step back towards the safety of his room.

“You’re going to leave because I’m no hero. I’ve been nothing but a coward.”

And in an instant, all of the pieces came together. Eddie was hiding. He wasn’t hiding from you but from himself.

You took a half step closer.

“Eddie-”

“You don’t want a coward, sweetheart.” He cut you off; those cynical eyes were looking at you in a warning. “You don’t want someone who can’t get the guts to ask you to dinner or take you on nice dates. You don’t want to be with a creep that can’t keep his mind out of the gutter for two seconds when you’re around.

“Especially not like this. You can’t just strut in here wearing that the way you do. Christ, what were you thinking?” He cursed lightly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Your ass must have been on display for the entire town riding over here.”

You paused, letting his words settle between you.

You looked at him again with fresh eyes. Eddie was flushed, his hair plastered to his forehead. His mouth was parted, and those dark eyes were blown wide with lust. Your own eyes must have widened in realization.

Oh, Eddie.

“Why are you wearing that?” He asked suddenly.

He was thrown off by seeing you at his house that he didn’t even register that you were wearing his jacket over your cheer uniform.

You looked down for a moment, resting a hand across your forehead with a sheepish grin.

“I thought,” You laughed anxiously, looking away from him. “Most girls wear their boyfriend’s lettermen jackets on game days…and I wore your jacket. All day.”

He listened, but you could tell the words weren’t fully registering. He took a couple of weak steps towards you.

“At school?” He asked, more confused than ever. “On purpose?”

You rolled your eyes.

“On purpose.”

“Don’t torment me, princess.” His voice wavered. “Why did you do that?”

You couldn’t take it anymore, dancing around him.

“Well, I thought we kind of were something.” You explained, stepping up to him. “I thought you’d like it.”

His stare was heavy, holding you to the spot.

You could see him swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing before he licked his lips. Being so close to him never felt so charged.

Eddie didn’t say anything; he couldn’t. Not with this new information. It was too much to be under his wilting stare.

“Do you want your jacket back?”

“No.”

His reply was instant. His hands moved, bravely now, to your hips. But his eyes were locked on your own, dipping once down to your lips before back up.

“Eddie –”

“You gotta tell me to stop, sweetheart.” His eyes were half-lidded, watching you with a dark gaze. “I can’t take it, watching you walk around like that. Tell me to stop, or I’ll-”

You stopped him with a kiss. And it was long overdue.

Slow and poisonous, you pulled yourself into his hold as you let your eyes close.

It was tender, feeling the way his lips parted with yours. He was, wow. He was captivating.

Eddie tasted like toothpaste and lingering notes of weed, but you didn’t mind. He was eager but bewitched, watching your expression for a moment. But it wasn’t long until his eyes were closed, letting it consume him wholly.

You broke apart but went back for another, and then another until your hands were tangled in his hair. You weren’t about to let him go.

And Eddie’s hands tugged you closer until your hips were flush against his own. In a wild moment of courage, he grabbed your ass with both hands. Your breath hitched, and he smirked against your lips.

It was his turn to torment you.

His hands were kneading and groping, and he couldn’t get enough.

None of his daydreams were this good, and he needed to have more. He was greedy, his hands wandering lower. He was kneading and threading his fingers against the back of your thighs, grinding you into his body.

You were flush against his skin, his bare chest digging into your cheer uniform. All you could feel was the heat radiating off him. And when he moved away and back again, your focus changed.

His jeans were no match for the aching need between his legs. He was hot and bothered long before you showed up, and now his body was thrumming. He needed it, needed you.

Eddie’s attention was brutal, and when his lips moved from your lips down to the column of your throat, you made a noise you had never heard before. He cursed against your skin.

Slow and low and needy, you were moaning at his touch.

It was unapologetic. You were so easy to let him take control. His mouth was hot, his tongue and teeth drawing a pattern on your skin.

“Come on, Eddie,” You finally gathered the words to say. “It’s always been you.”

You were melting into him. And then he was moving, pulling you through the trailer back to his room.

The air was heavier in there, smelling like sweat and cologne and Eddie. It was heady, being so close to his sanctuary. You were an invader, urging your way in.

You tugged at his scalp and pulled him back into a searing kiss. Eddie hissed. It was all tongue and teeth, and you were pulled down on top of him in a rush.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, bringing you down to straddle him.

Seeing you there with your skirt splayed out around you was filthy. Your thighs were flattened against his, and his eyes rolled back.

His hands were still at the back of your thighs, pulling you closer and closer. You felt all of him. Your eyes were wide as he ground your body against his until your pubic bones collided. Your panties were a laughable barrier, dragging across the denim as he kneaded your skin. But your eyes rolled back, following his lead.

And when you started to move on your own, in tandem with his grinding, he stopped.

“Fuck, princess.” Eddie’s groan was wicked. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. It’s too much, it too-“ But he stopped when you reached for his jean vest, pulling it down his arms and throwing it to the floor.

“You’re so goddamned pretty,” You praised, your fingers dancing along his collar and down his chest. “Just let me have this, Eds. Please.”

Even in the confines of his pants, you could feel just how eager he was. He was jumping up at each new discovery of your hands.

Your hands lingered on his face and neck but wandered lower. At last, you stopped, looking down at where your skirt covered the top of his jeans.

You called his name.

He didn’t even realize he was thrusting up against your body until you cradled his cheek in your hand.

“I need you so bad. It’s killing me. Please, sweetheart,” he begged. “I just want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”

He was in delirium, and he had hardly touched you.

“I want to show you how crazy you make me.” He groaned as you palmed over the bulge in his pants. “Holy sh – I’ve got to show you. I’ve got to show you.

“Eddie, baby,” You urged him to look at you.

His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. You had never called him that before.

“I want it. I want you.”

But before you could say anything else, his hand moved, brushing dangerously between your legs. You were trembling in anticipation as his fingers swept over the weeping cut of your body. He groaned.

You were soaked through your panties, and his fingers tormented you until you couldn’t help but buck up into his hand.

“Oh, that’s it, sweetheart.”

The endearment rang through your chest, and you were a goner when his fingers finally slid under your panties. Your slick coated his fingers, his thumb pressing against your clit as he explored. His fingers swept through the cut of your body, eagerly testing the waters before slipping a finger inside you.

He looked at you with a boyish grin before kissing you again. It was easy to get swallowed up in Eddie.

He could have come at the idea alone of how wet he made you, of how responsive you were. But he needed more.

In a moment of brute strength, he pulled you up with him so that he could pull his pants down over his hips. When he sat back down, you were giving him your own lusty gaze. He could eat you up.

If you thought you could feel him before, you were wrong.

He was hard and waiting, so close to where you needed him to be but only saved by the cotton between your legs. The friction was heavier now, and you were practically dripping down against him. Eddie was a menace.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, but you knew what he was really asking.

Are you sure you want me?

You’d never been more sure in your life.

“I want all of you, Eds,” You ruffled his hair with a grin. You could have sworn there were stars in his eyes.

But while you were enamored, you didn’t register that Eddie was lifting up your hips.

The movement was slight, pinning you close to him when you felt him bare against the cut of your body. He was heavy and hot, and in your tantric bliss, your panties had been pulled to the side. He was letting you sink down onto him, his eyes locked as you held on to his arms. He was all-encompassing.

The stretch of him taking refuge in your body burned all around you, and for the first time in his life, Eddie felt a kind of security he had never known. It knocked the air out of his lungs.

He needed to hold you. He needed to kiss you. But in another frightening surprise, you sank down onto his cock like you belonged there.

He didn’t deserve you.

“I need you to move,” He begged. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, princess, and now I need you to move.”

He wanted to show you all the things he wanted to do to you, all the nasty things he fantasized about, but you wouldn’t move. You were a queen, sitting on your throne, and we was going to combust if he looked at you for too long.

He held on to your hips, urging you to move, begging you to, but you pulled him in for another kiss. This was different; showing him all the waiting was worth it. You were trying to show him that he was worth it.

At last, you gave him the reprieve he was looking for.

You held onto him, pulling yourself up before sinking back down again. The sound was sinful. Your breathy moan was heavenly.

Eddie watched you take what you needed, dressed up in your cheer uniform and with his jacket still surrounding you. He thought he had died and made it to heaven.

But he wasn’t going to let you do it alone. His hand snaked around to the front of your body, sneaking underneath the frills of your skirt. His thumb took refuge there, brushing against your clit.

You were enamored, lost in the feeling of his hands and the thickness of his cock. It felt like a fever dream.

You don’t know when he started thrusting up, moving your hip with his free hand, but before you knew it, you felt a warm, familiar buzzing low in your stomach.

It was too soon.

You gasped when Eddie pulled you down on him, hard. You couldn’t adjust fast enough as he watched your reaction, doing it repeatedly until you were grabbing onto his shoulders. You needed a lifeline, a break. You needed –

“You’re fighting it, sweetheart.” Eddie groaned, giving you an open-mouthed kiss. “What are you waiting for?”

You looked at him, really looked at him, and the intensity of his gaze was overwhelming.

“I’ll catch you.” He promised. “Let go.”

And you believed him. You cursed into his mouth as you bounced on his length. Eddie’s chant was repeated in your head until you were crying out around him. You hit your peak. It didn’t crash like waves but was a steady, beaming feeling that left you warm inside.

There were butterflies in your stomach.

Eddie was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky. It was so fucking pretty to watch you come undone around him. And as he watched you come down, he was finally able to crest, groaning as his hips chased his pleasure.

You were holding and kissing him, sucking him in with everything you had. He didn’t want it to end.

It was better than any high he had.

And when he was finally lucid enough to form a coherent thought, he tackled you down to the bed with a mighty roar. Your shriek of terror was replaced by your own laugh.

The two of you were beaming.

The mood had shifted. Your Eddie was back.

"I guess this makes you a freak, huh?" He joked, brushing his thumb over your cheek. His hand moved, reaching out to grab onto his jacket. "You were probably quite the spectacle today."

You scoffed, pulling your leg between his.

"Oh, absolutely," You exaggerated, thinking about the whispers in the halls and the snarky remarks from the jocks. "Which is why I could use a cheerleader tonight."

Eddie gave you a long, endearing look before giving you a wink.

"I think I can manage."

That night, it was no surprise that everyone came to the first basketball game of the season.

Hellfire Club was loud - booing for both basketball teams but cheering on the cheerleaders. They were high on Eddie’s high. Anytime you caught Eddie's stare, he would hoot and holler like a maniac - much to the coaches' frustration.

But Eddie the freak Munson loved to show off. And oh boy, he was ready to show you off.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things fic #eddie x reader

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aphrogeneias · 9 months

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kickstart my heart — one-shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: the first time eddie sees your bare chest isn't the way he imagined it would be, and he'd imagined plenty of times.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut (+18), dirty thoughts, suggestive dialogue, for the purpose of this story, eddie is a boobs man (but we all know he enjoys the whole package), allusions to sex but no graphic descriptions. jeff is implied to be gay because in my heart all of cc are somewhere in the alphabet mafia.

author's note: elaborating on this. i want to remind you that this is a silly piece and i hope you take It as such <3 also i am incredibly rusty when it comes to writing, i'm sorry if this isn't great.

There were thousands of people around him, including the band on the stage in front of them, but Eddie couldn't look anywhere else but at you, eyes wide with a weird mix of emotions.

As cold sweat made his previously hot skin shiver, all he could think was "this wasn't how I thought it would go". Believe him, he'd thought about it a million times. When he needed to stay awake in class, when you wore low cut tops and tight shirts, in the blessed days you decided to opt out of a bra, late at night with his hand gripping his hard length, leaking all over his mattress. He thought about it an embarrassing amount.

In his daydreams, though, the first time he saw them was very much different. He had visions of you sprawled out on his bed, him undressing you slowing, showing your bare chest little by little until it was revealed in the low light of his bedroom, or dragging you to the ever dirty man's bathroom at The Hideout and ripping your clothes off your body in a rush to worship it.

No matter how much he thought about it, nothing prepared him for the fact that the first time he saw your tits was at a Mötley Crüe concert, in the middle of a crowd of thousands of other people.

Eddie hadn't even wanted to go in the first place — he's not very fond of metal of the glam persuasion, but you and Gareth had convinced him and the other boys to go. Jeff and Grant never passed on an opportunity to watch a good concert, and Eddie just wanted to be near you, any excuse was good enough.

He had spent the night happy, hands tucked in the pockets of his leather jacket, enjoying the feeling of the music coursing through his body, running through his veins like an adrenaline high. The bass and drums beating in sync with his heartbeat, feeling it deep within his ribcage. It felt good, like it always had. It also felt good watching you in your element, hair a mess after headbanging all night, skin glowing from sweat and the glitter in your makeup, dancing without a care in the world. The way he thinks you always should be.

It was funny at first. When the band made a pause and the members started addressing the audience, he was about to turn to you when the drummer made some particular lewd comments about the "beautiful ladies" in the crowd, expecting you to laugh with him. The whole rockstar shtick doesn't work on you, he knew that much — whenever he tried pulling something like that you'd just roll your eyes, which only spurred him on because he loved watching your beautiful eyes roll up, though he'd like to do that in other ways. What he saw instead was you whispering in Jeff's ear, the pair of you cackling at each other, too conspiratorially for Eddie's taste.

With his brows joined together in confusion, he watched you lift yourself on Jeff's shoulders, and after that everything happened in slow motion. The drummer had gone and asked to see some tits from the girls in the crowd, and as ridiculous as that sounded, a lot of girls obliged. You included, for his shock.

Gareth blushed and looked down, Grant closed his hands over his eyes, Jeff was laughing — the bastard was the only one unaffected when you lifted your top up to your head for no more than a second, but it was enough to torture him for the rest of the night. He watches you get down to stand on the ground once again, still laughing, and Eddie could tell you were a little flustered, but mostly you looked like you were having a good time.

He couldn't blame you, wouldn't blame you. He had no right to tell you what to do or not to show your body, you could do whatever you wanted. But, as the band proceeded with their setlist, and your eyes met with his, a playful look and a tentative smile on your face, Eddie couldn't reciprocate. He felt jealous, jealous of everyone who got to see you like that too, and frustrated for being able to look but probably never being able to touch the way he wants to, he felt protective over you, afraid that some other guy would feel entitled to look at you or touch you disrespectfully after that. His mind started reeling, and he could barely distinguish the music anymore.

In his brooding, his fists clenching where they still rested in his pockets, he missed the way you looked down, eyes turning sad, unsure about what your best friend's strange expression meant.

"Are you mad at me?"

Your question caught him by surprise, because you'd barely talked during the whole trip back home. The guys were rowdy as usual, sitting in the backseat of his van, talking about the highlights of their night, making fun of you for your little groupie moment, which had you brushing them off with a laugh and smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

Eddie felt guilty. He didn't mean to make you feel like that, but he couldn't stop his mind from wandering back to that moment, and he couldn't stop the blood from flowing downwards, his pants uncomfortably tight at that point. If you noticed his erection, he was ready to throw himself out of the car in shame.

It didn't help that you were right there beside him, thighs looking delectable sitting in his passenger seat, his hand itching to take place on your knee like it always did whenever he drove you places. He could feel the faint smell of your perfume, and see the way you crossed your arms in front of your chest, not helping with his problem at all.

You had only approached him when he'd stopped the van in front of your house, after he had dropped all the others at theirs.

"What? No, I'm not…"

You interrupted when he was about to start stammering. "Because if you are, I really don't understand why, and if it's about what I did earlier, you have no right to. You're not my dad, you're not my boyfriend…"

A bitter laugh escaped him before he could help it. "I'm well aware, sweetheart."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Still frustrated, he pinches his nose between his fingers. "I'm not mad at you, I'm not judging you", he looks at you then, pointing a ringed finger in your general direction, "I'll have you know I'm a feminist, 'kay?"

You snort. "Okay, Mr. Feminist. What is it, then?"

"I just…", he sighs, "It wasn't supposed to be like that."

Maybe it was the couple of joints you all shared on the way home that had his lips loose like that. Maybe he was tired of holding it all in, his feelings spilling out of him like a dam breaking. Either way, it was out there.

"What wasn't supposed to be like that?" You asked slowly, testing the waters after feeling a shift in the conversation.

"I wasn't supposed to see you like that, I thought the first time I'd see you naked would be different."

Eddie couldn't meet your eyes. He could tell you thought it was funny, with the way you looked like you were holding back a smile. He was never bashful around you, that was the first time you saw him like that.

A lot of firsts for one night, it seemed.

"You think about seeing me naked?" You raised your brow, spurring him on.

"Yes." He says, simply. Swallowing loudly, the tension grows inside the van. "And I never planned to tell you that, but now is as good a time as ever, I guess."

You scoot a little closer, putting an arm on the back of his seat. "Can I tell you a secret too, just to make us even?"

Eddie just nods, unconsciously getting closer to you as well. You can feel the heat of each other's bodies, an electric current running between you. You draw your mouth near his ear, and whisper "I think about you too."

"Yeah?" Eddie feels his confidence slowly return, his dream coming true right before his eyes. His pretty best friend reciprocating what he thought was his most perverted secret? Couldn't be real — but it was. "We should do something about that, shouldn't we? Gotta give you something other than your imagination to work with."

He wasn't able to resist tucking a fallen piece of your hair back behind your ear. You shifted on your seat, rubbing your thighs together. Eddie took that as encouragement, drawing even closer, hand finally moving to touch the soft skin of your thigh.

"Gonna do you one better, Ed." Your voice lowered, filled with promise. "You can look, and you can touch. How does that sound?"

"Sounds like we've waited long enough."

Later that night, after you were done riding him in the backseat of his van and he'd fucked you on the floor of your bedroom as you desperately tried not to wake the other people in your house, after his hands and mouth explored your body and mapped every inch of your chest, leaving his mark all over it, you'd joked, with a soft giggle at the memory, that you would do the same thing you did that night at the next gig he'd have at local bar.

The only answer you had was an unnecessarily long drag of his cigarette as he laid beside you on the purple comforter of your bed. "If you want me to not last through the set without dragging you out of there early, go ahead."

You'd just kept laughing.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader

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justmeinadaze · 2 months

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Little Girl Gone Part 4 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Officer Steve harrington/ Gangster Eddie munson & Doctor fem submissive Y/N, SMUT, degrading, some spanking, LOTS of dirty talk, handcuffs, slight overstimulation, after care of course.

ANGST, Jason causing problems before the meeting with his dad. Mentions of explosions and shooting. Eddie being sexily intimidating <3, Steve's dad makes a cameo and undermines the readers profession like a dick. Slight cliffhanger ending...I guess. Idk lol

Word Count: 5993

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“Last chance, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your hold on Eddie’s arm tightens as you exhale out your nerves. This entire week had been rough not just on you but them as well. You were ready for it all to be over so you could just enjoy being with the new men in your life. If this is what you needed to do for that to be done so be it.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

As you smile up at him, he leans down to kiss your lips making you laugh as you quickly wipe away the lipstick that lingered on his mouth.

Both your demeanors hardened as the door to the venue was opened and Eddie led you inside.

***

The gangster ran into the hospital room with you trailing behind, glancing at the chart that was attached to the wall as Steve stood by Chrissy’s bed side.

“What happened?!”

“Witnesses say they don’t know. Just, suddenly, her store was fire.”, the officer relayed with a sigh. “It’s all gone, Ed.”

“It says here she should be fine…physically at least.”, you add as your sad eyes shift towards the unconsciously girl in front of them.

“We-we can rebuild her store. That won’t be an issue—”

“EMS found a note pinned to her sweater.”

Steve handed him the slightly charred piece of paper that Eddie read aloud.

“No, Kiddo, this moment…this is me at my most masochistic.

Three.”

“The fuck does that even mean?”

“It’s a quote from Kill Bill. Everything but the three. I don’t know what that means.”, you answered, trying to hide the fear and worry.

Placing his hands on his hips, Eddie begins to pace.

“I really think you two should stay in my apartment until we get this resolved.”

“You and I both know I can’t do that.”, Steve murmurs as his face scrunches in thought. “And we both know she’s not because of her patients.”

A knowing smirk flashes along your features as you shrug.

“I don’t like this. I still think—”

“I know what you think, Ed, and I’m telling you no.”, the officer cut him off. “You already went and attacked him once and look what’s happening.”

“I feel weak, Steve. Like I’m letting him get away with this bullshit.”

“You’re not weak. If anything, he’s weak for reacting this way.”, you respond as you wrap your arm around his waist and in response he kisses your forehead.

“I just… I’m still going to have some of my guys watching over you two. Y/N, Gareth will be in the clinic with you and Steve, Jeff can linger out of the way so he isn’t seen.”

#########

“Jesus, ALL of Hawkins High Society is here.”, you murmur as you two enter the garish ballroom style area where extremely well-dressed people had gathered.

Eddie had taken you shopping and bought you a beautiful (expensive) red evening dress that flowed to your ankles but had a slit up to just below your hip. He had bought you some equally expensive jewelry to match except for the bracelet around your wrist.

“I know it’s not as lavish as what Tony Montana here got you but I saw it in the store and it made me think of you.”, Steve blushed as he hooked the bracelet to you and spun it around. It was a simple silver chain but in the middle was what looked like a heartbeat reading you see on ECG machines at work. “Since you, ya know, stole the other half of my heart.”

“Wow, Steve Harrington. That was smooth.”, Eddie chuckled. “Um, here. Here’s MY other half as well.”, he grinned softly as he slides one of his rings onto your finger.

“Yeah like you said before, ‘rich people trying to make themselves feel better.’.”

Eddie insisted you both should stand out so not only would people see you together and know you’re his but it would draw the eye of Mr. Carver so he’d hopefully come talk to you two. His suit matched your outfit with a red button up but every other piece on him was a crisp black that made him seem even more handsome.

While your hair was down around your shoulders, his was up and pulled back so you could see his face a bit more. Occasionally during the car ride, you would lean over and kiss his cheek just because you could making him beam over at you as he squeezed your hand.

Leading you to the bar, he ordered you both a glass of champagne making you giggle as you watch him chug it down and ask for another.

“Nervous?”

“Uh a little but not for the reason you might think. I’ve never met Steve’s parents. I’ve heard stories and of course they don’t know about us but for some reason I still want them to kind of like me.”, he playfully winces making you laugh harder.

“That’s normal, baby. You love him so you want them to like you; to approve.”

Grinning in your direction, Eddie leans down to kiss your cheek while you were taking a sip from your glass.

“What was that for?”

“I’m just so glad we met you. I wish it was under different circumstances but—”

“One bourbon, straight, please and thank you.”, Steve sighs heavily as he leans over the counter waiting for his drink. “My parents are on their bullshit tonight.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”, you whisper with a smile as he thanks the bartender again and knocks back his drink.

“Steven, I thought you were bringing everyone back something.”, a man practically whined as he came up behind him.

“I was. Dad, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N and—”

“Edward Munson, sir. Nice to meet you.”, Eddie greeted as he enthusiastically extended his hand for him to shake.

As the officer turns to grab the drinks and hide his smirk, you subtly bumped him with your hip.

“Hm. I’ve heard your name around town. Very prominent young man. What do you do exactly?”

“Management you could say sir.”

“And you young lady? Are you a real doctor or just one of those professor types?”

“Um, I own my own clinic and treat patients.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

“It’s Hawkins Virtue Clinic on the lower west side.”

“Ah on the crime riddled side of town where people can’t even afford napkins from a restaurant let alone healthcare.”

Your gaze shifts to Steve who tilts his glass towards you in a cheer gesture with a little smile as he knocks back its contents.

“I guess you could say that. That’s why I don’t charge them more than they can afford.”

“How do you make money then?”

“It’s not always about money. For me, all that matters is people can live long healthy lives.”

“Not in Hawkins, honey, but it’s a cute dream. Come on, Steve, your mother is waiting.”

“I’ll see you peasants later.”, he teases as he winks and follows his father.

“Well, that was a good test run.”, you joke as you turn to face Eddie.

“Yeah, hopefully George isn’t that cynical.”

#############

“Thank you for keeping an eye on me these past few days.”, you beam at Gareth as you both walk to your car.

“Of course. It’s actually been oddly exciting. I learned that green is never really a good color especially on or IN your skin unless its vegetables, obviously.” He grins when you laugh. “I also learned that sick kids are VERY loud and nurses deal with way too much.

“They really do. I try to give them raises as much as I can to show my appreciation but it’s hard with my lack of funds.”

“I’m sure Eddie could help if you asked.”

“Oh, no. I couldn’t impose.”

Your guard paused, holding his arm out to stop you as well.

“Stay here.” Drawing his gun, he slowly walked forward towards your car, scanning the interior and around the side. Noticing a note tapped to the door handle, he carefully pulls it off and reads the contents before his wide eyes meet yours.

“Y/N RUN!”

As he starts sprinting your way, you suddenly feel heat and a strong wind that knocks you off your feet as your car explodes.

***

Eddie’s tires skid as he slams on his breaks when he arrives at your clinic. Bypassing all the fire fighters and EMS, he entered the building hunting for you.

“What happened?! Baby, are you alright?”

Silently, Steve grabbed his partner’s arm and dragged him off to the side. Digging into his pocket, he handed Eddie the note that was taped to your car.

“I'm not gonna kill you. Your job will be to tell the rest of them that death is coming for them, tonight. Two.”

“I looked it up, it’s a quote from another movie involving revenge. And I’m assuming—”

“He’s counting down.”, Eddie interrupts. “I’m going to fucking kill that son of a bitch.”

“No, hey. We have a plan, remember? Right now, she needs you.”

After coming back around the corner, Steve shoos the EMS people away as he sits beside you in your waiting area with his pencil and pad pretending to take your statement while the gangster takes a seat on your other side.

“Princess, look at me. Are you ok? Did you get hurt?”

“Uh, no. Gareth, he, um, he did though.”, you respond as your tear-filled eyes meet his. “I tried to do what I could, Eddie. H-He was badly burned. I-I-I don’t have stuff here for those kinds of burns.”

Tilting you against him, he presses your head to his chest as you sob.

“EMS said that he will most likely be ok and if you hadn’t been there he would have died. Honey, you saved him.”

“H-He saved me, Steve.”

“You’re both staying with me. No arguments.”, Eddie announced as you nodded.

“I have to go in and fill out my report—”

“Steven…”

“I know, I know. I’m probably next but there’s nothing I can do, Eddie. I have to go in and do this. Plus, I have Jeff and a station full of cops. I’ll be ok.”

############

“I’m going to go smoke a cigarette, sweetheart, ok? Don’t go far.”

You nod as you watch him reach into his pocket and pull out his pack as he disappears out on the nearby patio. Glancing at all the people around you, you suddenly feel extremely isolated completely unsure of what you should be doing.

“Don’t let them see you crumble.”, an older man chuckles as he steps closer to you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I know what it’s like to walk into this sea of rich people and feel completely out of place. When my father and I moved here, we had nothing but a few pennies in our pocket but he knew how to finagle. Networked his way to his first 100K and used that to start an empire.”

“That’s amazing. My, uh, my grandparents were the same. They said personality goes a long way in any business. My grandma opened a tutoring center on the east side and helped so many underprivileged kids go on to college. My dad thought she was ridiculous. ‘You’re barely making ends meet, ma!’”, you roll your eyes.

“Ah, one of those.”, the man smiles. “I inherited my father’s company and then gave it to my son. Did your grandmother do the same?”

“Oh, no. She got sick pretty early on in her life and I moved in with them to help take care of her. It’s what actually sparked my interest in medicine. I’m a doctor and I run my own clinic, Hawkins Virtue.”

“Oh! I’ve heard of that place. You help a lot of people who are struggling.”

“I try.”, you grin, happy to meet someone who seems to genuinely find interest.

“Do you need funding? I’d love to come by and see what you do.”

Shifting your gaze, you notice Steve watching you intensely from beside his parents.

“I would like that very much. I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.”, you introduce as you offer him your hand that he takes and kisses the back off.

“George. George Carver.”

***

Steve sighs as he heads out of the police station to go home. Placing the ear bud in his ear, he taped his phone to immediately call Eddie.

“What’s going on?? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m fine. I’m on my way now.”

“Ok, stay on the phone with me till you’re almost here.”

“Heh. I love when you get protective.”

Eddie listens to every footstep with anticipation as the officer heads towards his car.

“You’re my Paladin, babe, but I’m the Master. I can take care of you to.”

“You’re such a nerd.”, he chuckles, pausing at the sight of the note on his windshield.

Trying not to startle his boyfriend, he carefully removed it as he backed away from his car.

“Killing's got to be accepted. Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. One.”

Something suddenly whizzed passed him, shattering his driver’s side window.

“Fuck me.” As soon as he hit the ground, multiple rounds of gunfire went off around him. Steve could barely hear Eddie in his ear as he crawled behind a nearby vehicle and waited.

“STEVEN! ANSWER ME GODDAMN IT!”

“I’m ok! I’m ok!”

Pointing his gun towards the car, he fired a few rounds before it disappeared around the corner.

***

Eddie paced as you cleaned the cuts on Steve’s hand he had received from all the glass on concrete. The gangster was on edge since he had to wait for police to scope the scene and take the officer’s statement.

“Fucking asshole. Steve, I’m sorry but I can’t let this slide. Two of my friends are in the hospital and he almost killed you two.”

“No. He wants to kill us in front of you remember. This was just to toy with you and us.”

“I don’t like the casual way you said that.”, Steve teased as he pokes your nose with his free hand.

“Excuse me. Not a joke here!”

“You’re right, baby. Talking with his father won’t be enough. He crossed a line but we need to focus on this first to keep Y/N safe. After we handle that, then we can handle him.”

“I may have an idea that won’t upset his father IF we get that approval and will get your message across.”, you announce as they give you their attention.

############

“Mr. Carver.”

“Ah, Mr. Munson or should I saw Edward. We don’t want to confuse you with your father now do we?”, the man laughs light-heartedly as your gangster circles a protective arm around you. “Do you know Dr. Y/L/N here?”

“Oh, please, sir. You can call me Y/N.”, you beam trying to remain as calm as possible.

“Yes, sir. I met Y/N when she saved me from a nasty wound I got. I had heard of all the things she’s done for the community so, of course, I had to get to know her better.”, he grins as he pulls you closer.

“That ‘nasty wound’ wouldn’t have been inflicted by my son per chance?” Eddie stiffened a bit beside you as the man gave him a once over. “Yeah, I know you and Jason don’t get along but that doesn’t give you the right to invade his turf and kill his best friend.”

“If I may, Mr. Carver, is there a private place we can talk?”

“No, you may not. Whatever is going on between you and him doesn’t involve me. You two are in charge now. Handle it.”

As he starts to walk away, you reach out to grab the man’s bicep.

“Please, sir. So many innocent people have gotten hurt just in this week alone. Your son is throwing a tantrum over something he started and is upset because Eddie didn’t let it go like his father used to. Please, just listen to what he has to say. We don’t want anything in return or anything like that. Just…listen.”

Jason’s father sighs as he glances you over.

“You would even decline the generous donation I was thinking of giving to your clinic? That’s a lot of funds that could help a lot of people.”

“This will help more.”

At your sentence, he blinked and stood up straighter.

“Ok. Ok, Mr. Munson. Let’s talk.”

***

Jason exhaled as he took off his tie and laid his gun on the kitchen counter with his keys as he headed towards his living room.

“Long night?”

“Jesus Christ, dad!”, the man jumped as he clutched his chest. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were going to the fundraiser event tonight.”

“I was busy.”

“I hope you weren’t busy with anything involving the Munson crew.”

As his father rose to his feet, Jason stood up straighter.

“I told you. That asshole killed Andrew—”

“After you broke into his girlfriend’s house and pulled a gun on him?”

“He killed Patrick and my friends!”

“AFTER you kidnapped his friend WHO IS A COP and beat him up! You stupid idiot!”, his dad growls as his son flinches. “What’s this I hear about you starting fires, blowing up cars, and doing shootings outside of a police station?! And leaving these moronic notes like this is some gangster movie!”, George shouts as he grumbles the papers he was given and tossed them his way. “This is not how we run our business, Jason.”

“Edward Munson needs to be taken out.”, he seethes.

“Edward Munson will be left alone and so will his crew. That includes Steve Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N. Do you understand me, son?”

“Are you kidding!? He just gets away with killing my friends?!”

“BE GLAD I DON’T KILL YOU! Sit down!” Jason cowers at his father’s anger as he sits on the couch. “If you weren’t my son, I’d have gotten rid of you for how sloppy you’ve been. That being said you still need to understand that there are consequences to your actions.” Looking past him, George addresses the darkness behind his son’s ear. “He’s all yours.”

Something sharp stings the gangster’s neck as his world begins to spin.

“I trust whatever you come up with, Mr. Munson, the punishment will fit the crime.”

As you and Eddie come into view, Jason’s world goes dark.

#################

“Good morning, sunshine.”, Eddie jests as Jason’s eyes flutter open. “I wouldn’t wiggle too much if I were you. The view up here is pretty great but not when you’re falling down eight stories.”

The rival gangster’s eyes finally adjust to see the other man in front of him with you and Steve on either side. He tried to move but soon realized he was bound to a chair with duct tape over his mouth, completely at your mercy as he was perched near the edge of a tall building.

“You know, I’m a fan of movies myself. The one thing my father and I could connect on was The Godfather trilogy. Did you ever see those, Jason?” The man’s only response is trying to tug at his restraints. “No? That’s ok. The third one is utter garbage but that second one. Oof…so good. There’s one line in there that always stood out to me. ‘Chiedi di me ai tuoi amici del quartiere. Ti diranno che so come ricambiare un favore.’”

Stepping forward with his hands in his pockets he continues.

“It’s Italian. ‘Ask your friends in the neighborhood about me. They'll tell you I know how to return a favor.’”

The rival gangster’s eyes widen as Eddie kneels to his level, balancing on his heels as he speaks to him again is a soft tone laced subtle venom.

“You crossed a line, Carver. If it were up to me I would have killed you and your entire enterprise after hurting Steve and threatening Y/N. After the stunts you pulled this week, I almost did. You can thank this young lady here for talking me out of it.”

Jason’s eyes flick to your angry ones before looking at the other man again.

“She also suggested we talk to your father which was a brilliant idea. He’s very levelheaded and kind of funny. Right, guys?”

“Hysterical. He thought what you did at the police station was so amusing he recommended I take you in and throw you in a cell with Allen since you miss him so much.”, Steve quipped with a smirk.

“After blowing up my car and breaking into my apartment, he thought I should use some of things I learned at medical school as a punishment. Oddly enough, castration was the first thing to came to his mind. I told him I didn’t think you had any balls to remove since you were acting like a five-year-old.”, you add making Eddie’s smile widen.

“He also suggested we make the punishment fit the crime thus you’re ours for the next week, buddy!” As the gangster lightly taps his face, Jason starts to cry. “But, Carver, I’m not going to do that. Do you know why? I’m not my father and I’m not like you. I don’t kill for pleasure and I don’t like hurting people. I want this to stop. But make no mistake…” Eddie reaches for Jason’s throat and squeezes it between his ringed fingers. “If you ever threaten or hurt these two again or even fucking think of coming on to my side of Hawkins, I will burn your side to the ground and make you regret ever being born let alone taking your father’s mantle. Am I being clear?”

Ripping away the tape his lips, the gangster squeaks as he continues to cry.

“Yes! I understand. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Eddie.” After tapping his cheek again, Eddie turns taking your hand in his as you three head for the door to leave the roof of the building. “Hey! What about me?!”

“Oh, we’ll call the building super in the morning. Just…don’t lean back.”, Steve answers with a sarcastic thumbs up as the door closes behind him.

##################

You giggled in Eddie’s arms as he held you to him, kissing your lips with vigor as he carried you up the stairs with Steve trailing right behind.

“You…are…amazing.”, he cooed between each breath as he fell with you onto the bed.

“You really are.” Steve added as he threw himself beside you and began sucking on your neck.

Ringed fingers glided hastily up the slit in your dress, moving the silk blocking your core, and effortlessly pushed into your entrance, pumping in and out so quickly the sound of your arousal filled the room.

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“You got me so hard, sweetheart, watching the way you took control talking to George. Jesus and in that beautiful fucking dress.” Your hand floated down to cling to his as his digits inside of you moved at a relentless pace. “I had to keep telling myself to focus because all I wanted to do was push you against that wall and fuck you till you couldn’t walk straight.”

Steve gripped your chin turning you so your lips could meet his as the gangster’s head fell into the nook between your head and shoulder.

“You’re a bad girl now, baby. OUR bad girl.”

“Tr-treat me like one.”

The officer chuckled at your needy tone as you panted into his mouth.

“Yeah? You want us to show you how bad girls get treated?”

“P-Please…please. Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“Ask nicely, Y/N.”

Leaning your head against the gangster’s, you murmured consistent pleas, begging for relief that he granted as the coil snapped and you practically screamed his name. Offering his fingers to his partner, Steve licked them clean before leaning over you so their lips could mingle together.

After digging in one of his drawers, Eddie produced some handcuffs and passed them over to Steve who took hold of your wrists restraining you to the headboard.

“These are my own set so they should feel more comfortable on your skin than his steel ones.”, Eddie grinned as he kissed your lips.

“Babe, you forgot to take off her dress.”

“Fuck, silly me.” Grabbing the slit in the fabric, he yanked it apart tearing it up the middle till it split in half and fell away. “There we go.”

“No bra, honey? Definitely bad girl behavior.”

“Eddie told me not to wear one.”, you whine as Steve’s gaze shifts his way.

“What? I like her tits. Sue me.”

While Eddie removed his suit, the officer yanked down your panties and tossed them onto the floor while he kissed your lips.

“I bet you want to suck my cock, don’t you dirty girl?”

“I do. Please.”

“I like that. Keep beginning me like that.”

Jumping back into bed, the gangster took hold of one of your legs and lifted it over his shoulder before guiding his cock into your entrance.”

“Oh my god.”

Fingers circled tightly around your neck as your eyes met Steve’s anger filled ones.

“I said beg me for my dick, little girl.”

“P-Please, Steve. I wanna—fuck, Eddie—I wanna choke on your cock. Please! I need it!”

Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and shimmied down his pants enough to free his length, allowing it to hover over your lips.

“Tap three times loudly if you need to stop, ok?”

“Yes, yes sir.”

“Oh, look at that, Eds. Little girl found her manners.”

Eddie smirked as he continued to slam his hips into yours at a rough pace, his thick fingers digging into your thigh as he used it for leverage.

Opening your mouth, you prepared for some the things they had been teaching you. Flattening your tongue you waited, mewling when he finally gave you what you were begging for. As his cock slid down your throat, his fingers tangled in your hair and you focused on the feeling as he slowly thrust his hips.

“Good…good girl. That’s it. Shit, baby. That’s it. You’re almost taking all of me.” Feeling your body tremble, Steve holds you still, allowing you choke and gag around him as you cum. “Yes! You’re ok, baby. Just a couple more seconds.”

Tapping once, you signal you need air and he immediately pulls out to pet your head, murmuring praises as Eddie slows his rhythm to almost a complete stop as he caresses your leg comfortingly.

“Good girl, honey. You did so fucking good. It took all my energy not to cum to but I want to cum inside your tight pussy, pretty girl. So beautiful. What color are we at, Y/N?”

“Green, baby. Green.”

At the word, the gangster lifts your other leg, pushing them together as he slowly thrusts his cock deep inside you.

As your eyes roll back and you moan, Steve kisses away your tears before murmuring against your lips, “Do you still want my dick, baby girl? Do you want me to fuck your pretty little throat? Feel us both deep inside you. I wonder if I can feel myself here.”, he coos as he gently places his hand on your neck. “I know I can feel Eddie fucking you so good. Right, honey?”

His large palm trails down your skin till you feel him press on your lower belly making you whimper louder as your back arches and you tug on your restraints.

“Yeah, he’s right here, nice and deep.”

Eddie grunts as his pace hastens, his partners words amping him up as Steve smiles. Lifting up on his knees once more, the officer holds his tip just above your lips, chuckling as your tongue needily reaches for him.

“Don’t forget what we talked about. Tap if you need to breathe or stop, baby. I’m gonna fuck your throat hard, ok?”

“Y-Yes. Please—fuck—please.”

Sliding his dick into your mouth, your eyes squeezed shut as he did what he said, constantly hitting the back of your throat over and over as the obscene sound of you gagging and drooling filled their ears. Both men became almost feral at the noise, Eddie shaking the bed as he pounded into you and Steve tugging harshly on your hair while mumbling under his breath.

“That’s it, little girl. Jesus. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Atta girl. Choke on my cock, you dirty little whore making a fucking mess. Mmm!”

Your legs abruptly hit the mattress as Eddie fell on top of you, wrapping his arms around your back as he rolled his hips into yours. The officer pulled back, stroking himself with his hand as he watched you both cum together. The gangster laid still trying to catch his breath as Steve reached down to play his hair.

“Fuck me. This pussy is too good.”, Eddie groaned as he sat up and lightly spanked your behind. “I’m glad it’s ours.”

After pulling out of you, both men shared a passionate filled kiss as they switched places, Steve wiggling underneath you so your back was on his chest. While the officer ran his palms over your breasts and along your sides, Eddie took hold of his partners cock, spitting over the tip before running it between your folds, teasing you both as it grazed your clit.

“Please.”, you whine.

Smirking, he did what you asked as the two of you groaned. Steve’s hands gripped your thighs, holding your legs open as he planted his feet into the mattress and thrust up into you.

“Fuck.”

“God, sweetheart, I wish you could see you both from my angle.”, the gangster moaned as he watched his boyfriend’s cock disappear inside you as he stretched you open. “Fuck me. Stevie didn’t even have the patience to take off the rest of his clothes.”, he chuckles, faltering the man’s rhythm as Eddie tugs his pants that had been pooled at his ankles the rest of the way.

Dropping your legs, one of Steve’s hands pulled your hair back as his other roughly kneaded your breast.

“Move your hips.”, he growled as you mewled, trying your best to bounce and roll your waist. “Harder, little girl. Make yourself cum again.” He continued to grumble with a rough tone in your ear, commanding you to move faster repeatedly while smacking your tits with his palm. Screaming his name, you stopped moving as your body shook against him and you pulled hard on the cuffs above you. “Atta girl. Fuck, I can feel your pussy quivering around me. You’re gonna give me one more and I’m gonna cum with you.”

“I…I can’t.”

“Color, princess?”, Eddie whispers as he presses his nose to your cheek.

“Green.”, you mumble as the tears stream down your face.

“Yeah? Fuck you look so beautiful like this with your make up running down like this. Fuck, baby. You can do it. You can give us one more.”

Steve starts moving again with purpose knowing he won’t last long and you most likely will spent after this. After licking his fingers, the long-haired man places them on your clit, rubbing circles into your nub as your sweaty head leans back while the other man clings to your waist.

“There you go, Y/N. Come on, baby! One more. You can do it!”, Eddie encourages, both men moving so fast you don’t even realize it’s coming till your orgasm hits you like a freight train. “Good girl! Good fucking girl.”

Circling his arms around you, Steve’s pace becomes sloppy till you feel him warm your insides as he grunts in your ear.

“Please…please…no…no more. I can’t.”

“No, sweetheart. You did so good. I’m going to uncuff you ok?” You nod as the gangster releases you from your binds and you wince at your sore muscles as you slowly bring your arms down. Steve carefully turns you both onto your side before pulling out of you, mumbling soft apologies as he tries not to hurt you. “Whenever you’re ready, we’re going to take a bath, ok? It will feel good on your body.”

After a few minutes of them smiling tenderly at you as they caressed and kissed parts of your skin, you signaled you were ready and Eddie lifted you into his arms as Steve ran the water. Doing what had become the norm, the gangster lit a cigarette as he sat behind you on the edge of the tub with his feet in the water as he began to clean you. What was new was when the officer pulled a wet wipe from a bag and kneeled beside you to clean your face.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, um, makeup remover. I bought it a while ago before all the bullshit happened for when you spend the night with us. Chrissy said this was a good brand for girl’s skin but if you have another just let me know.” It took him a moment to realize you two were staring at him with small smiles on your lips. “What? Hey, I’m a nice guy!”

“Yes, you are, pretty boy.”, Eddie coos sassily as he leans over to give him a peck as the man rolls his eyes.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

His eyes remain downcast as he throws it away and places the bag on the counter.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. WE want to…want you to be comfortable…and happy. Are you? Happy I mean.”

Tilting his chin, you kiss his lips as well making his smile grow.

“I am happy. Thank you for everything. It means a lot to me.”

Eddie’s already prepared when you lean your head back to kiss his lips as well making you giggle when he lingers making a loud mwah sound.

“Just because we settled the stuff with Jason doesn’t mean I’m out of danger does it?”

Both men freeze in place as they blink before Steve climbs into the bath in front of you and Eddie slides in behind you.

“No, it doesn’t. There’s always going to be people that want to challenge me and just because we scared Carver doesn’t mean he won’t fuck up again.”

“And like I told you before, now that people know you’re with Eddie, it may cause some ears to perk up with the police which may put more eyes on you than you’re used to.”

“But, sweetheart, we promise you we will do everything we can to keep you safe. I’d hurt or kill to protect you just like with Steve.”

“And, honey, I would hide evidence or lie to anyone in the department to protect you. Not just from people but any kind of jail time.”

“You’re ours, Y/N, and we will take care of you no matter what.”

You can feel their eyes penetrate you as your own remain off to the side as you absorb what they are saying.

Gently, fingers grip your chin, turning you to meet Steve’s soft honey hues.

“You can still leave if you want to. We can come up with a story to explain the party if you still want to have some…semblance of normalcy.”

“Whoa. Steve Harrington is breaking out the big words.”

You laughed at Eddie’s joke as the officer narrowed his eyes in playful annoyance.

“I don’t want to leave. I…”

You want to say it so bad. You want to tell them that you love them. But it’s only been a couple of months and they’ve been together for almost a year. No. You don’t want to scare them away after everything they just did to keep you safe. No…

“I…I trust you both.”

When you flash them a smile both men grin back as Eddie hugs you against his chest and Steve kisses your forehead.

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Old Habits Die Hard Part 9 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: It's Mardi Gras weekend, and Bradley should know by now that his actions are always going to have consequences.

Warnings: Angst, swears, smut, fluff

Length: 4000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (fuckboy college student Bradley)

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Bradley breezed through his classes on Friday. This weekend was his fraternity's Mardi Gras party, one of his favorites each year. Usually he loved it because of all the tits on display. This year, he'd be there with you, which was perhaps even better.

"Why do I even waste my time?" he muttered, scrubbing the bathroom again. He had invited you to sleep over all weekend leading up to the party on Saturday night, and he didn't want you to have to use a disgusting bathroom. He also had to go with Jeff and Dev to pick up kegs soon. That ought to be fun.

Dev tried to keep the peace, but Jeff was still condescending. "Looks like you had a fun time in the study room yesterday," he told Bradley with an eyeroll.

Bradley just grunted, lifting one end of the keg. "Yeah." Yesterday, in the moment, it had been amusing to know that Jeff knew Bradley had fucked you in there. Now, Bradley was uncomfortable thinking about it. That should have been private, just between you and him... and maybe whomever was studying in the next room over.

And now Jeff had changed tack, and Bradley wanted to throw the keg at him. "She any good? Tight pussy?" Jeff asked casually, and Bradley shot him a warning look. "Just curious. She's cute, but I'd never hit it now that you've had her."

Bradley would love to punch him in the face. He had to take three deep breaths before saying, "Don't talk about her like that."

Jeff started cracking up. "How else should I talk about her?"

Bradley never talked about any girls like that. Sure, he'd enjoyed a lot of them, Phoebe many times over, but he couldn't stand the banter. "Don't fucking talk about her at all. How does that sound?"

Dev pushed Bradley out of the way and carried the keg with Jeff. "Chill guys."

If Bradley got into another fight, he'd be gone. Only three months until graduation. He needed to keep it together.

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Bradley had his hands all over you at the party on Friday night. It was a smaller crowd, presumably leading up to the rager that the Beta fraternity would be throwing the next night for Mardi Gras. Every time you took more than a few steps away from Bradley, he pulled you back to him.

"Let's go upstairs, Sugar," he whispered to you over and over again. He had such an eager look on his face, you couldn't help but laugh.

He wasn't drinking anything, but every time you finished a drink, he offered to get you another one.

"We'll go up soon," you told him. It was effortless being around him. He wasn't your boyfriend, but he was sure acting like it. Acting like it enough that you could tell how pissed off Jeff was every time you saw him.

So far tonight, you'd seen Jeff all over two different girls. You couldn't even imagine if you'd started dating him what he'd be like now. He was either doing this to get under your skin and Bradley's, or he would have been doing it behind your back.

Bradley was standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders, subtly playing with your hair while you watched a game of beer pong. "Actually, let's go upstairs now, Beer Boy."

Bradley kissed your cheek and grabbed your hand, immediately pulling you toward the stairs. You had to hold the railing, laughing the whole way up as he was trying to take your shirt off.

"Bradley!" you scolded, and you were both laughing.

"Sugar!" he scolded you jokingly, but you came to a stop outside his door.

"Did you do that?" you asked, running your fingers over the hearts that had been drawn in black sharpie next to Sugar written on his door. Other than that addition, the door was exactly the same as the last time you saw it.

He nodded his head the tiniest bit. "Yeah."

You bit your lip, forcing yourself to stop thinking about having Bradley as your boyfriend. It wasn't going to happen.

"I like that," you said pointing to the ink and letting him lead you inside. You had his jeans down, kneeling in front of him right away. "Can I finish what I started yesterday?"

"Yeah," Bradley groaned loudly as you put your lips around his rapidly hardening dick. He was too big for your mouth, so you used both hands too. You bobbed your head a few times, sliding your tongue along the tip. As far as you could tell, guys loved this. You just weren't sure if your technique was good or not. Your mind drifted to Bradley doing this with Janessa, and you felt the burning need to be better than her.

You sucked hard on him for a few seconds until he moaned, running his hand along your cheek. You let him slip out of your mouth long enough to ask him, "Do you like that?" Your voice sounded deep and needy, and Bradley looked down at you with a subtle smirk that had you wrapping your lips around him again.

He maintained eye contact with you while he said, "I like everything you do."

Licking along his tip, the words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. "Am I better for you than Janessa?" You paused with him resting right between your lips, your breath ghosting over him.

Bradley's lips parted, but it took him a few seconds to answer. "Don't compare yourself, Sugar. You'd make everyone else look bad all the time."

You sucked on him and took him as far as you could, rolling your tongue and listening to all of the noises he was making. When he started whispering your name, you hollowed your cheeks and squeezed his balls. He came so hard, hitting the back of your throat; you almost choked before swallowing him down. You looked up at him as a few tears leaked from your eyes, his dick still inside your mouth.

"You're so fucking gorgeous," he told you.

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Bradley loved getting head. Watching you suck his dick was so fun for him, he'd remember it for the rest of his life. You made eye contact, struggling to take him all the way and choking on his cum. You shed some pretty tears, and Bradley scooped you up into his arms.

Softly, you asked him, "Will you go down on me?"

He nodded and kissed you softly. Giving girls head was a means to an end. He already got off in your mouth, so he could not believe he was agreeing to this right now. But he undressed you, spread you out on his bed and found that you were soaking wet.

"Did you get this wet while your mouth was on me?" he asked you, dipping a finger through your folds and opening you up a bit more to his gaze. Jesus, you were so pretty down here too.

"Yes," you gasped when his finger stroked your clit. He put his mouth on you, slid his finger inside and sucked gently. You were moaning so softly, rolling your hips against his mouth in a rhythm that Bradley found addicting in a way he never had before. He removed his fingers and licked a broad stripe slowly from below your opening to above your clit.

"Bradley!" you yelped and he grinned up at you.

"You liked that?" he asked as you nodded down at him. He kissed you softly as he whispered, "Tell me you liked it and I'll do it again, Sugar."

"I liked it," you said, your voice breaking on the words. When Bradley did it again, you moaned his name.

"Tell me how much you like it," he demanded with a devilish grin, licking you again. "Tell me, Sugar."

You just begged, whispering please again, seemingly unable to form any other words as you covered your face with your hands.

"You sound dumb, baby." He dipped his tongue into you, swirling your moisture until it was all over his face.

You sounded like you were crying when he put his lips back on your clit, and your hips were rolling harder. You came hard and loud, half laughing and half crying, and Bradley crawled up your body, kissing your sweetness into your mouth.

After a few minutes, you shuffled yourself under the blankets and curled up next to him, his pants still halfway down his legs. "I've never been able to cum like that before," you whispered, and Bradley grinned as you dozed off. If this is how it would always feel with you, then he wouldn't mind doing it over and over again.

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You went home to shower and change before the Mardi Gras party, and Bradley insisted on walking you there. "You don't have to," you said. "It's broad daylight outside!"

"I want to," he told you, covering your mouth when you tried to protest again.

"I'll walk back later with Janessa," you told him, promising you wouldn't walk alone.

Janessa did your makeup in the kitchen. "Glitter?!" you asked, cringing as she swiped some on.

"Stop scrunching your face like that. You'll fit right in this way. Just wait until you see what the other girls are wearing....or not wearing, I suppose," she told you, putting a purple shade on your lips.

"What are you going to wear?" you asked, trying not to move your lips while she worked.

"Not much," she said with a shrug. "I'm planning on getting some beads. Wanna borrow something tiny?"

"Beads? Like flashing the guys?" you asked, suddenly kind of wanting to stay home.

"Yeah, it's fun. Doesn't mean anything. Except when I flash Tyson... that's going to mean something." Janessa was smirking now.

Bradley was going to be waiting for you if you didn't show up. You exhaled, saying, "I guess. Give me one of your shirts."

You stood in front of the mirror in your bedroom and almost laughed. Janessa's shirt was so small, it looked like an oversized sports bra. But at least it had long sleeves. You threw Bradley's sweatshirt on over your outfit, planning on leaving it on for awhile.

When you and Janessa arrived at the house, it was more packed than you could have ever imagined. There were literally topless girls hanging out on the porch, and you had no idea how the guys weren't getting a noise complaint at the moment.

"Let's go," Janessa yelled, dragging you inside the house. When you didn't see Bradley right away, you made your way toward the kitchen, hoping he would make it easy for you in this crowd. There were beads flying across the living room and people were standing on the couches.

You caught some beads before they could hit you in the head and looped them around your neck. "Thanks," you muttered to the guy who threw them as he chanted Flash us!

When you were practically shoved through the kitchen door, you saw him, sitting on the counter next to Dev and sipping a beer. There were two girls with them, laughing and probably flirting, wearing shirts smaller than the one you had under Bradley's sweatshirt. Your heart sank.

"Sugar," Bradley said when he saw you, hopping off the counter and shoving past both girls. You didn't know why you felt nervous. As soon as he reached you, he was kissing you right in front of the others. "Hi."

"Beer Boy," you whispered next to his lips, and you watched him smile.

He pressed his lips to your neck, and you saw both girls eyeing you up with interest. Well, this was a new feeling for you.

"Let's get you a good beer," he told you. He opened two and handed you one. "Wanna walk around?"

You laughed. "It's so packed, I don't see how we could walk around.

"We'll manage. Nice shirt, by the way," he said with a smile, tilting his beer toward his own sweatshirt on you. "What you got on underneath?" he asked, licking his lips.

"Not much," you told him with a smile, knowing he would find out later.

"Love to hear that," he said, taking your hand and leading you out into the crowd and noise.

You had to yell to be heard. "Why are there so many guys here tonight? Usually it's mostly girls."

Bradley leaned in closer to you. "We invite guys from other frats to this party every year. Kind of a goodwill gesture. Come for the free beer, stay for the girls," he said with a laugh. "I don't know most of them, so stay close, okay?"

You agreed as he nodded toward the beer pong tables and raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," you confirmed. Now that you'd gotten so much better, you didn't mind playing in front of a crowd.

Bradley got your body squared up just like last time, his hands lingering on your hips and sliding up under the sweatshirt. "You know, if you're too warm, we can just take this off...."

You didn't stop him when he slid the fabric up higher and higher, revealing your bare torso inch by inch.

"Damn, Sugar. Are you wearing anything under this?" he asked, and you laughed before he finally revealed green fabric. "That's a tiny shirt." He was licking his lips as he looked at your breasts. You'd skipped a bra, and it was so obvious right now. You were afraid everyone was looking at you, but no... just Bradley.

You almost whimpered as he tossed his sweatshirt into the corner and let his hands rest on your waist.

"Focus, you two!" called a random guy from the other end of the table, and Bradley got you in place again.

"Just like last time. It's math," he reminded you, taking the first shot and making it into a cup.

You jumped up and down, and his eyes were instantly on your breasts again.

"God, this is going to be a fun night," he told you.

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Bradley watched you make two shots in a row, throwing your arms around him in celebration. "We won!" you cheered, and he kissed you hard on the mouth. He ran his hands along your back.

"You're good at it now." He set the table up again, getting it ready for the next set of opponents to try to beat you. Bradley glanced around the room, every once in a while spotting some bare tits. The Beta guys were handing out liberal amounts of Mardi Gras beads, and he had a few strands in his pocket, but he was planning on giving them all to you.

He had spotted the gold strand around your neck before. "Where'd you get the beads, Sugar?" he asked, eyes narrowed.

You rolled your eyes. "Some guy threw them at me and then tried to get me to flash him. Idiot did it in the wrong order," you told him with a laugh.

Bradley laughed as the next pair made their way to the table. "You wanna earn some more beads?" he asked, pulling you against him with a smirk.

"From you?" you asked. It was so loud, Bradley had to practically read your lips. He nodded in response and almost fell over when you pulled up the bottom of your little crop top, and glancing side to side, revealed your tits to him. Your body was pressed against his pretty good, so he only caught a glimpse, but he smiled so much his cheeks hurt.

"God damn," he whispered in your ear as you blushed and pulled your shirt back down. He slid one hand inside your shirt and pinched your nipple. Your eyes went wide and you gasped. Bradley kissed your open mouth and looped some purple beads around your neck.

Then he guided you to the table, acting like he didn't have a semi hard dick when he took the first throw.

You were getting drunk after the second and third games, dancing around next to him. At one point, he had to guide you closer to the wall, because you were insisting on flashing him again. "Just take all my beads, baby. They are all yours," he promised, adding all of the strands from his pocket to the ones you were already wearing. You were giggling nonstop now and reaching for him. He was planning on taking you upstairs soon.

Bradley knew Phoebe was out on the porch, and he had spotted Jeff a few minutes ago, but he seemed to be keeping his distance, thankfully. "I need the bathroom," Bradley told you. "I'll be right back."

So Bradley walked away as you started to set up the beer pong table again. You were smiling, and the two of you were on a roll, knocking out all of your opponents. He ran upstairs to his bathroom to pee. When he looked in the mirror, which he hated doing, he actually looked happy. Huh.

He wove his way back through all of the tits and found you standing with your back to him. Some guy he didn't recognize was talking to you, and Bradley wanted to start the next round of pong, but he froze as the guy ran his fingers down your side.

You didn't back away when he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Bradley watched you shake your head, and he clenched his fists. "No, I don't have a boyfriend," you answered, and the guy smiled at you in such a way that Bradley wanted to level him.

When he touched you again, you stumbled backwards a step and laughed, encouraging this dickhead.

"What the fuck?" Bradley asked nobody in particular. While he supposed you weren't lying, it made him so angry that you were still chatting with the other guy. The thumping music was starting to make Bradley's head pound. He really needed to get out of this room now, and he wanted to beg you to come with him to the kitchen or his bedroom or outside. Anywhere away from everyone else.

"Bradley!" called a girl with her naked tits covered in beads. "I haven't seen you in weeks!" He was pretty sure this girl had, until very recently, had her name written on his door.

"What's up?" he asked her, still watching you with most of his attention.

"Just having fun!" she announced. "I don't know if you remember my name, but it's Willow. Can we go upstairs?"

"No," he told her softly, letting his eyes dip down to her chest. Her nipples were peeking out between the beads, and he thought for a second that he did remember fucking her. It had been fun.

"No?" Willow asked, pulling his hands up to her chest. Maybe Bradley had more beer in him than he originally thought, because he was having a hard time processing. She started kissing his cheek, inching toward his mouth as she laughed.

She kissed his lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Bradley sighed, running his fingers aimlessly along her body, stopping at her tits. If you were going to flirt with other guys, why couldn't he do the same? But the thought made him uncomfortable.

"Wait, no," he managed to say, backing away.

She pouted. "Well can I at least have more beads then?" she asked.

"I gave them all away," he said, turning back to where you were looking thoroughly upset. "To Sugar. Sugar!"

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You were going to throw up. You turned away from Max, a guy you used to tutor in calculus, before you spotted Bradley just across the beer pong table. He had his hands all over a topless girl, and they were kissing. She was reaching for the front of his jeans, and he wasn't doing anything to stop her. You watched Bradley's hand skim over her breasts as if you weren't right here. As if you hadn't just flashed him and let him touch you. As if you meant nothing.

You wanted to rip his fucking door right off the hinges and throw it out his bedroom window.

"Sugar!" he called when he turned to face you. But you started walking away, you already had tears in your eyes now, so you swiped them off your cheeks. He wasn't worth crying over, but you couldn't help it. You had feelings for him, after just meeting him last month. You knew how he was, but you let yourself fall anyway.

You squeezed through bodies, having an easier time of it than Bradley with his bigger form.

"Sugar!" he called. "Wait!" But you just moved faster until you were out on the front porch. You saw Phoebe, and she gave you a dirty look which just made you want to cry even more. You were such a fucking idiot, you took off down the sidewalk. But out in the open, Bradley caught up to you easily.

"Talk to me!" he demanded, and you turned around to gape at him.

"About what? You touching that girl's boobs? Or you shoving your tongue down her throat?" you asked, sobbing a little bit.

Bradley looked like he was in agony. "Why the fuck did you tell that guy you don't have a boyfriend?"

"Because I don't, Bradley! The last guy who asked me out was Jeff, and I told him no!"

"Why were you flirting with him? And letting him touch you?"

Now your anger was taking over and the sadness was receding. "I wasn't! I told him to stop! You know what, Bradley? You have a lot of nerve. You touched her and kissed her, and you're trying to make me feel bad?"

"Sugar, I didn't-"

"Stop calling me that!"

Bradley ran his hands through his hair. "Look, I fucked up, but it won't happen again!"

You laughed at him and started walking away again, shivering in the night air with your skin exposed. "No shit, it won't happen again. Lose my number. And repaint your fucking door."

"Will you listen to me?" he asked, grabbing you by the shoulder to stop you. "I really like you!"

You just shook your head and started crying more. "No, you don't. You think you do. You even made me think you did, but you don't."

"Fuck!" he shouted. "I have never dated anyone before, and I want you to be my girlfriend."

You stood stunned, in the middle of the sidewalk. "No." You turned and walked toward your apartment with Bradley on your heels. "Leave me alone," you told him, wiping your tears away as you went. But he stayed with you until you reached your building. "Will you leave me alone? Please?" you asked, hiccupping. You forced yourself to turn to face him, and when you did, the urge to throw up returned.

He looked devastated. You had wanted him to be your boyfriend. You really wanted him to want to make it official. And now he had ruined it. He had ruined all of the times he had been so sweet to you. Every memory was going to boil down to this moment for you.

"I just... needed to make sure you got back safely," he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm sorry. I fucked up. I wouldn't do it again. I would be a good boyfriend." His eyes looked watery, but you knew you had to stand your ground.

"Lose my number. Paint your door." You went inside.

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Wow.... nice going, Beer Boy. Sugar knew better than to get involved. Gotta thank @mak-32 once again... this fic is for you.

Part 10

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Exit Eddie Pursued by a Steve Part 1

Hello and welcome to one-shot Saturdays, the day I put out short completed (most of the time) fics for you wonderful readers.

This week we have the completed Smut to Fluff fic I had been working on on WIP Wednesdays. This has three parts. I started writing part four last Wednesday but it got angsty and not where I wanted the story to go. So those extra bits have been saved for another story somewhere down the line that it fits better in.

18+ under the cut.

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Eddie had been on his way to the band room for his weekly “meeting” of the Hellfire Club. They had to have in there this week due to the unfortunate fact that the school musical was currently being preformed and they actually needed the drama room closet.

Suddenly a gaggle of people came tearing out of the stage in a hurry. The last of which was someone in a large red wig and bright yellow dress. But Eddie knew those hazel eyes anywhere.

He let out a low whistle. “Looking gorgeous there, Harrington.”

Steve skidded to a stop in his kitten heels and turned to see who had cat-called him.

“Yeah?” Steve said to him under half-shut eyes. “You like what you see, Munson?”

Eddie gave an appraising glance up and down. “I do indeed.”

“Too bad I have to change out of it,” Steve teased.

Eddie shook his head sadly. “Now, why would you want to go and do a thing like that?”

Steve laughed. “Because I’m in the next scene, and I ain’t wearing this!”

Eddie laughed, too. “Damn shame.”

Steve looked around and then hurried over to him. “If you like it that much, meet me after the play.”

He winked and then gathered up his skirt and ran for the changing room.

Eddie was still standing there when Jeff, Gareth, and Brian came up behind him.

“Who was the broad?” Brian asked.

Eddie licked the top row of his teeth. “That was no broad, gentlemen. That was King Steve in a ballgown.”

“Wait, what?” Jeff asked, his face screwed up in confusion. “No way.”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie hummed. “And I’m pretty sure he just asked me backstage after the play for a little action.”

All three other boys turned to him in shock.

“Ain’t no way,” Gareth hissed. “It’s probably some prank to have the basketball team jump you or something.”

Eddie grinned. “Come on, boys. We’ve got dragons to slay before they kick us out of the band room, too.”

They all followed him to the band room, a little confused on what just happened.

Steve waited nervously after getting one of the orchestra to help him back into the dress. The wig and makeup were gone, as were the shoes. Those things pinched.

His dress swished back and forth as he paced, wringing his hands.

“Oh.”

Steve stopped pacing and turned to the open door. Eddie stood there with an expression that Steve couldn’t quite make out.

“I have to know before we do this,” he rambled. “Are you wanting to do this because you thought I was beautiful as a girl? Or because you thought I looked beautiful in the dress?”

Eddie paused for a moment. “That is a very important distinction and one you are right in asking, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed deeply.

Eddie crowded his space and lifted his chin gently, “You look beautiful, Stevie.”

He gasped and Eddie dived on in, pressing their lips together. Instantly, Steve’s tongue tangled with his.

Eddie pulled away reluctantly. “We are definitely doing this.”

Steve nodded. “Just try not to get anything on the dress itself, otherwise I’ll be murdered by the drama teacher.”

Eddie chuckled darkly. “You’ve got it, babe.”

When Eddie walked in the room, Steve appeared coy. Shy even. And then when Steve asked why he was interested in fucking him in that dress, he suddenly got it.

“Anyone ever take care of you, Stevie?” he murmured, slowly pulling up the folds of the dress to get at those delicious thighs.

Steve shook his head. “I’ve only had sex with girls. They tend to expect you to do all the work.”

“Oh, darlin’,” Eddie cooed. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Steve threw his head back and moaned as Eddie caressed the sides of his thighs.

“That’s it,” Eddie purred, mouthing along the expanse of Steve’s neck, “you sound so good.”

He tucked the dress behind his beautiful cock and sank to his knees.

Steve’s hands immediately buried into Eddie’s hair, pulling him all the way onto his cock.

Eddie lifted one of Steve’s legs and tucked it over his shoulder. He took the spit and slick from his blowjob and coated his fingers.

He pressed one finger into Steve and the boy let out the most delicious sounds.

Eddie wished he could swallow them up, but he would have to settle for swallowing Steve down entirely.

He continued to open Steve up and suck him off. Suddenly Steve was coming in ribbons down Eddie’s throat.

Eddie stood up and kissed Steve dirtily, mouth still slick with his cum.

Steve let out a low whine, taking in as much of Eddie as he could.

Eddie gathered up the skirt of the dress and pressed into to Steve’s hands. “Hold on tight to that, darling. We don’t want to get anything on it, right?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie lined himself up and slowly pierced Steve’s ass.

“Eddie!” he cried. “Oh god!”

Eddie took that as encouragement and slid all the way to the hilt.

Steve wanted to gripped the back of Eddie’s shirt and fist his hair, but his hands were occupied by the skirt of his dress. He held on tight, barely holding on as Eddie fucked him wildly.

Soon Eddie was coming into Steve, in rough, hopeless waves.

Steve let out a breathless sigh. “God, oh fuck.” He moved to lower his hands but Eddie stopped him.

“We need to get you out of this dress first, darlin’,” he murmured into Steve’s ear, “then you can lower your arms, all right?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Eddie giggled at how far gone Steve was. He removed the dress and hung everything up their proper places, while Steve laid there prone, panting for air.

Once Steve was able to catch his breath, he asked, “How did you know where everything went?”

Eddie turned back to him with a grin. “This is where my club meets for D&D. Hellfire, ever heard of it?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve got these kids I babysit that love that game. It’s all they’ve been talking about when it comes to picking out classes and clubs for next year.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow and sat down to watch Steve clean up himself and get dressed. He wondered where it was all going to go from there. Would Steve throw him out? Punch him? Mock him?

“I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” Steve muttered darkly as he ran his hand through his hair. He stood there in sweatpants and ratty old sweater, looking every bit as beautiful as he had in the dress.

Eddie grinned. “Yeah, big boy? How’s that?”

“I don’t think I’ve come so hard in my life.”

Eddie cackled. “Right back atcha, sweetheart.”

Steve blushed and walked over to stand between Eddie’s legs. “We’ve had dessert, what would you say to a late dinner?”

Eddie smiled up at him and then pulled him down for a kiss. “Sounds perfect, Stevie.”

“I call bullshit,” Brian said the next morning at their lockers when Eddie told them. “There is no way you sucked Harrington’s dick.”

“Did a slight more than that, Bri,” Eddie crowed.

Jeff frowned. “Prove it.” He jutted his chin across the hall. “There’s your boy as you say. Go get him.”

“And even if it is true,” Gareth growled. “There is no way he’d associate with you in the middle of the whole fucking school. He’s going to break your heart and we’ll have to pick up the pieces.”

“Watch and learn, boys,” Eddie said.

He strutted across the hall to Steve and placed his hand on the locker by Steve’s head.

Steve turned around. “Oh, hey, Eddie.”

Eddie smirked. “Morning, princess.”

Steve leaned against the lockers and laughed. “I’m the ugly step-sister, remember. Not the princess.”

“You were as pretty as one last night,” Eddie teased.

Steve grinned and put his arms around Eddie’s neck. “Hmm...that kind of talk is what got us in that position in the first place.”

Eddie grinned right back, putting his hands on Steve’s waist. “You saying flattering works on you, sweetheart?”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “I’m saying it doesn’t hurt.”

They kissed.

“Am I going to see you at lunch?” Eddie asked, pressing their foreheads together.

Steve shook his head. “You have first lunch and I have second.”

“So cruel,” he murmured, his thumb rubbing a patch of bare skin between Steve’s jeans and where his sweater had risen up because of his arms around Eddie’s neck.

“I’ll see you after school, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “It’ll be torment until I see you again.”

“For me, too,” Steve breathed.

And then Eddie was digging his fingers into Steve’s sides, tickling him.

“Eddie!” Steve protested, laughing.

Eddie leaned forward and kissed the smile off his face. “Later, Princess.”

“Later, Eds.”

Eddie turned and walked away.

“Eddie!” Steve called out. “Catch!”

Eddie managed to catch whatever it was on sheer instinct. He looked at it to see that it was Steve’s varsity basketball ring.

“Hold on to that for me,” he said with a smile. “It’s special to me.”

Eddie saluted and practically skipped back to his friends.

Steve laughed, shaking his head fondly.

****

Part 2 Part 3

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 3 months

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when the clock strikes 12

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : while awaiting for the new year countdown, Eddie had an idea to blow your mind

Word Count : it's for the mini fics section soooo lengthwise? probably solid

Warnings : 18+ (MDNI)SMUT‼️Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, slight alcohol consumption, reader and Eddie are both (20), slight somnophilia 🫠, aftercare, no use of y/n, reader is slowly waking up and Eddie asks for permission and if you're still uncomfortable with that please don't continue to read, that's just it really

What to Expect : SMUT and FLUFF, Eddie being a silly goose, set in modern era (of course, there's still a touch of 80's in there), UPSIDE DOWN & VECNA DON'T EXIST IN THIS!

Note To Reader : GIF for this because I'm missed seeing him moving on my fics lmao, also the divider is made by me hehe- I'm literally exposing myself out here, please forgive for my salacious thoughts 🙏🏻 (if you know me in real life? no- you don't 😃)

Author Note : I know I've been long gone for a while but I'm trying my best to post new fics as much as I can! there has been a lot of happenings with my life especially we're having a lot of events like family reunion 🫠 (but it's so much fun tho ngl)

The preparation for new year's is going so well

So well, that you haven't realized how tired you really are

You're so productive that you've used too much of energy on yourself for working to prepare for the party

You wanted this to be perfect

You want everything to be settled in according to your plan

Eddie knows that you're always so "serious" when it comes to decoration and especially when there's an occasion

He loves you for it though, you just don't throw parties

You throw the greatest parties all the time and you never missed

All of your friends are in there, Steve, Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle and the freaking kids that you always adored so much

You looked around at everyone in the room

Jeff and Gareth are bantering at each other with some album, Dustin and Lucas fight over which 80's fantasy film is the best, Steve, Robin and Eddie surprisingly getting along with the same pop music artist, you could see the three of them geeking at each other

Max and Jane do makeover at each other which aches your heart of seeing them so close to each other, it's really so sweet to have a real girl bestfriend like that

"I'm gonna refill your glass" Nancy pasts over to you snatching the glass on your hand so swiftly that it makes you snap out of your head

You slowly trying to register what just happened and you smile finally

"More wine? really?" You say as you watch her fill your glass with wine

"Uh, yeah?" she replies with a dramatical jerk to her head as you chuckle

"But it's only 9pm!" you exclaim with wide eyes but a fond smile on your lips

"are you saying that we should only be drinking when the clock finally strikes 12?!?" she says while she fills her cup, she takes glances at you and back to her glass

"Ah- yes, that! exactly!" you point to her using your index finger as you holding your glass of wine

You could already feel yourself getting drowsy a little bit from the wine

Red wine will always make you feel sleepy

You don't even know if it's the alcohol or you just really need to doze off for a minute before you could scream at the top of your lungs for 2024

You don't even know how many glasses that you already take

"Did we just finished the whole bottle?" You feel the world is spinning on you

Nancy, your bestfriend- raises the bottle in front of you as she snorts at your disapproval look

"Kinda?" she says slurring as she smirks at you

"What do you mean? Kinda?!"

"Hey- woah!"

Jonathan passes by and bless him for his instincts because Nancy would've been knocked her head on the counter as she starts stumbling from her stance, he catches her on time

Nancy giggled as you rolled your eyes in annoyance, massaging your forehead

He saw the look from your face as he chuckles

"She got too far again, huh?"

"Yeah, she always does, Jonathan, nothing's new" you reply as you also can't walk properly

"Wait- don't move- should I call-"

Before Jonathan can finish his words, the voice of your boyfriend booms out of nowhere while Argyle tails behind him, looking at you and Nancy

"Sweetheart- how you've-"

Eddie clocked the wine bottle from Nancy hand

"Did you dr-"

"Don't even try it, Ed's" you placed your palm over his mouth as you stumble forward, he immediately wraps his arms around you as you started pressing all of your weight against his chest making the male laugh as he gently hold the back of your head

"Y'all getting drunk already? It's not even 12am yet" Argyle with his iconic tone, you seriously have no idea which one of his voice is normal

You've never heard him talk in normal voice before so you're used to him having that voice that sounds so freaking high as fuck

But, he's a good bud tho, so hilarious

"Blame her, not me! Eddie tell them!" You defend yourself as you put your chin onto his chest as you look at him with a pout on your lips, he smiles as he ruffles his face against yours making your face scrunch up from his action, he laughs again

"What's with all of the commotion?" Steve arrives with hands on his hips

"The two got their selves drunk again" Jonathan points to you and to his girl

"As if that's new" Robin appears in the corner with her arms crossed leaning against the side of the wall

Steve chortles "Wait- you got hustled by Nancy again?"

You groaned from Steve's teasing "yeah, I always fail to see that, thanks" you say

"I told you, you shouldn't brought the wine here, you moron!" Robin uncrosses her arms finally figuring out where the wine misplaced her eyes widen when she saw Nancy holding it, she snatches it making her bite a laugh as Jonathan also connecting the dots at the scene

He pressed his lips together to not burst from laughter

Argyle watches both of his friends having a fit of unnecessary argument

"I think I need to grab a popcorn for this" he leaves abruptly as he looked at your kitchen cabinets and came back munching in a bag of popcorn, very entertained at the scene

"I-I don't know how she got it!"

"Did you hide it properly!?"

"Look- Robs-"

Robin clicks her tongue as she asks "Nancy, how did you get the wine bottle?!"

She turns around with a lopsided smile as Jonathan steadys her

"I just saw it hanging around but-"

"But?"

"I think Steve" she points at him as she chuckles making the boy winces as he finally remembered of what he's done

"Forgotten about it that he left it out there, soooo" she giggles again making Robin grumble as she raises both of her eyebrows at Steve

"Oh- come on!" Steve runs his fingers through his hair as he decides to turn back leaving all of you

"Hey! don't you walk out on me! I paid for that expensive shit-" Robin follows him as she starts pointing everything on him

Argyle, Jonathan, Nancy and Eddie all laughing at the scene while meanwhile you, Eddie could hear you chuckle a bit but you made a little hum

He draws back his attention at you, he looks down at you

"I think I need to doze off for a minute" you say to him with your sleepy eyes

He smiles as he kisses the top of your head he put his arms around you "Yeah, sure"

Eddie says to Jonathan and the rest that you and him will be out for a while, they all nod and said "Don't be late for the countdown"

Your boyfriend leads you to your bedroom as you throw yourself at your bed as he closes the door walking towards you, you lay behind your back as you stretch your whole body, Eddie chuckles at your tipsy behavior

"I love my bed"

"Yeah, you always do"

"Uh huh"

He snickers "Okay, honey, are you well? are you sober?" He leans down at you

"Eddie- you know the alcohol hits harder at Nancy right?"

"I'm just checking you know to see if my girl's alright" he shrugs as he put his hands inside of his pockets

"I'm very much, okay, eds- I'm sssleepy" you yawn as you feel your eyes dropping until it shuts completely

He chuckles as he shakes his head he leans down as he kisses your forehead you smile at the gesture as it makes you even heavier to fall asleep

Eddie watches you sleep as he stands over at the window

The neighborhood outside is quite a watch, everyone is having fun, everyone is having a blast

The music outside is dull but he can hear all of his friends laughter and the screams of excitement from them

He shifts from where he standing as he tears off his eyes from the outside of your window and goes back at you

You turned on the other side, so you're now facing him as you snuggle against your pillow

Eddie smiles to himself, he feels so good having you in his life

He walks towards you as he moves the fallen hair strand on your face

His eyes softens as he sats down beside you

You stirred up from the movement on the bed as you try to open your eyes, you smiled when you realized it's Eddie

You pulled him closer beside you as he lets you take him laying down with you

He put his other arm over you as you cuddled against his chest almost hugging him in the process

You feel more cozier and even more sleepier than before

The moment you move your leg over to his

Your skirt rise up exposing more bare skin to him, his breath hitches at the sight of it

He looks down at you, he double thinked- maybe- it's a bad idea to do this but he wants you so badly right now

He shouldn't even be thinking that you will get mad because hell-

You trust him

So.....

He starts sinking down beside you, you moved slightly as he continues to do his work

He plants hot kisses over your neck when finds your sweet spot- you hum lightly

He's now on top of you, holding your hips, he's positioning you laying on your back, your head is on the side, still sleeping peacefully

He goes over to your chest, you're wearing tube top with a zipper in front, so he has a access to your bare chest, he kisses more and more

Your body couldn't even register what's going on

You felt hot and cold all over because of the midnight's weather and from your body heating up from the tension that your boyfriend is giving you

You feel him going lower and lower but you can still feel your eyes tired

He watches your soft heaves from chest rising up and down, his eyes darkened when he puts his hand inside of your skirt, he slowly reaches at the hem of your panties

He licks his lips, your skin feels on fire because of his fingertips, your stir from your sleep once again but still not opening your eyes

He doves onto your lips, kissing you, and you hummed as you lazily kissed him back

"May I?"

You move your head onto the other side, you catch a glimpse of the clock, it says 11:20pm

"Ed's, we might get late-" even though, you want him to do it

"Please"

You're not even opening your eyes yet but you can see his pleading eyes being directed at you

"Yes, Eddie, you can have me, take it all" you sank down further making Eddie groaned when his fingers touched your center, it's drenched

He hook his fingers on your underwear along with your skirt discarded on the floor

You shudder at the cool air as Eddie positioning himself comfortably

He smears kisses on the inside of your thighs as he goes closer and closer to your core

You moved your head on the other way as you try to close your legs when you can't help but feel the arousal that's coming in

But he places his palms on the sides of your legs spreading you open as you can feel of your insides burning from his touch

His hands are everywhere, when the moment he swiped his fingers at your core, you released lewd noises as your breathing goes quicker

He licked his finger cleaning it off with his tongue, he grins down at you

He holds your hips as he leans down

"Ed-"

Before you can finish your sentence, he doves down lapping at your juices as you gasp from his sudden action

His eyes are glued to you as he continues to do his work, watching your once peaceful slumber turns into pleasure

He devours you so satisfying that it's making you close your legs, he smirks as you can feel his tongue go lower inside, you mewled

He holds you tightly as you grip on the sheets, he sucked more and more of you until your can feel your legs shake

You can feel his hand reaching on the hem of your top, you slightly open your eyes as you find the zipper as you pull it down

He grunts when he saw your breasts that he worships everyday, you loved the way he admires your body

You're now naked so divinely displayed for him

His free hand kneads your boobs as you moaned, he dives back down as he starts to bully your clit

You can feel your body tremble from the sensation forming up in your stomach

You reached for his hair as you pull it making his eyes grow hungrier and eats you like man starved for days

"Oh- Eddie-"

He carries the back your butt as his tongue digs deeper earning a squeal from you when he reaches the spot that you didn't know it existed

Your eyes are heavy-lidded, you try to watch him but you can't when your brain can't place your emotions whether is melatonin or oxytocin

you're not sure at this point but hella you feel so fucking amazing right now

He abruptly stops and when he does, you finally open your eyes

"Wha- what- don't stop!" You whine

"What about the countdown?" His lips are covered with your slick and his saliva altogether not caring a single shit that it's literally dripping down on his chin

You gasp at it as you moaned, he chuckles darkly, you know what he's doing he's teasing you

"Do you know that you're frickin' beautiful without even trying?" He goes at his usual antics as you beg for him to come back down

"Eddie, please!"

"Not until you see stars"

"What-"

Before you can utter another word, he goes back in but this time he places your legs over his shoulders another spectacular angle making you shiver from his touches yet again

He grips your legs, thighs, arms, your belly, he squeezes your boobs and it's literally fucking everywhere

One thing, you know it's for certain that you really would unashamedly come from his simple touches

He pokes his tongue down on you but when he curled it, you chant his name like a prayer, you have the ability to scream his name without being caught in action inside of the room because of the loud noises from the people and the music

Your eyes burn from the threatening tears but Eddie is not having it, he wanted you to fall apart completely for him

You moaning louder and louder when he swipes his tongue on your entrance when he puts your legs down on the bed

"You're still not seeing it, I see"

"D-Don't stop- please"

He opens your legs again as he resume to his mission, he tongue fucks you as he digs in and out, you squirm at it as he starts picking up the pace as you let out a ragged breath

Goddamn, he is killing you right now, you can already die right then and there heavenly

Your mouth falls open without noise coming out of them as you yank his hair, he growls as you couldn't believe that he could reach every spot inside of you

You arched your back as you start grinding against his face, his eyes flashes devilishly mischief as he didn't stop this time

He laps once more until you cry out his name

You jolted when the fireworks exploded booming the entire neighborhood

You come on his tongue as the same time the fireworks started

Your legs are spent, you feel boneless but a sickly smile is now sitting on your lips

He let you get back on earth for a while as he cleans you up, he dresses you up not leaving single skin left behind without his kisses

"You saw it, huh?" He grins like a devil that he is but you love him, he holds the door open for you letting you first outside

You saw all of your friends jumping on to the music and celebrated very happily

"I did" you admit ignoring the rosy tint on your cheeks "and it was much more better"

"Than?" He throws his arms around your shoulders

"The fireworks" you smile as he chuckles as he kisses the top of your head as he squeezes you to his side

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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what’s a what? | eddie munson pt. 1

SUMMARY : eddie offers to help you ease your innocent curiosity.

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist, pt. 2

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : good ‘ol smut (fingering, orgasm denial & squirting) he’s a bit mean ig

WORD COUNT : 2,162

a/n: i mean, reader isn’t completely that innocent but sometimes we discover something new. especially in the 80’s lol. :>

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“what’s fingering?”

every hellfire member’s mouth almost choked on their drinks as you cluelessly munched on your own food, the sudden question completely surprising coming from your mouth. eddie spitted out his own coke hearing it, the fizz making him cough loudly as he tried to mask it by covering his mouth with wide eyes. the cafeteria buzzing with noises of each student only the hellfire table turned silent.

“what’s a what?” mike broke the ice, not completely unaware as you. him, lucas and dustin heard much far inappropriate words and joint explanations coming from their leader’s mouth than ever. just so, they’re surprised how eddie had reacted now.

“please don’t let her repeat it.” dustin muttered in disgust as you raised a brow at the sudden gauges of reaction. gareth was giggling, jeff tried to hide his smile and grant looked away to the side.

“fingering?” you said the unfamiliar word again. all of hellfire turned into fits of giggles, you rolled your eyes at the boys. annoyed a bit no one could answer the damn question. you ignored their laughter as you turned your head to your awfully quiet boyfriend. he froze as you stared at him, eyebrows scrunched in confusion why he’s so shy all of the sudden. eddie gulped, munching on his mini-pretzels, uncomfortable as ever. don’t ask, don’t ask, don’t ask me—

“eddie, what’s fingering?” you innocently asked him with a small smile. his cheeks blushed with tinted red up to his ears. well, fuck. he thought, mentally cursing himself. despite being so overly explicit in majority of his jokes, his brain stopped the moment you asked him that specifically. he didn’t know why, maybe so the reason it could be is that the two haven’t even gone through there yet.

“yeah, eddie, what’s fingering?” one of the boys let out a giggle, pitching their tone up, mocking a flirty tone.

“shut it!” eddie grumbled, throwing handful of those uneaten pretzels making them zip their lips immediately. his face was scrunched up yet turned soft as he looked at you. your eyes waiting patiently, he’s going to actually say this, huh? exhaling sharply, he shrugged. still feeling the blush on his cheeks grow.

“where’d you hear that, sweetheart?” he asked first, suspicious now.

“well…” you started, not quite sure. “i heard steve telling something to robin yesterday at work about this girl he had just went with last night and—“

“of course, it’s fucking harrington.” eddie shake his head, rolling his eyes.

“and he kind of did this gesture when robin couldn’t understand it—“ you continued, showing him your two fingers into a scissor like motion, thrusting up and down, the erotic display of it making him freeze in his place as the others bursted into laughter.

“ok, ok, ok! i know it now, sweetheart.” eddie pushed your hands down, afraid more set of eyes would embarrass all of you in the cafeteria. you scolded the rest of the club, eddie remained silent as your voice faded into the background. what was he going to say? would you be mortified that he knows plenty perverted things than that? but then again, you wouldn’t be that grossed out, right? or think otherwise why he knows that. either way, he’d tease you now.

“is it something gross or what?” you impatiently asked, pouting at him seeing his whole face turn into that shit-eating grin that annoys you. “it’s something freaky isn’t it?” you sighed to yourself for the lack of knowledge.

“oh, it’s very freaky.” he teased.

“tell me!” you smacked his arm as eddie chuckled, pulling you close to him, leaning downward to whisper the explicit explanation in your ear. looking so cute at how innocent you are to not know such things. it made his cock stir thinking how you’d look embarrassed and all shy when he tells you it now. you held your breath as the fan of his breathing ceased to make you flustered at what words he was spilling out of his mouth. all making your eyes big and wide at how far he was telling you what fingering meant. the grip he had on your waist didn’t help your beating heart as you instinctively nestled on his warm side. his soft lips brushed against your ear, you could feel his smirk at how embarrassed you are.

“that’s not true. who would… like that?” you whispered, shyly avoiding his gaze, aware people are on the same table. disgusted you yet ignoring how your thighs were rubbing against each other. the friction another distraction.

“oh, believe me, baby. a lot of chicks like that shit.” he kissed your cheek, the surge of yearning lust almost breaking within him.

“but isn’t it uncomfortable?” you asked, worried. the idea of fingers inside made you feel troubled. you knew the basics of sex, never you’d thought that pleasuring someone would go that far. who would enjoy that?

“i don’t know.” he shrugged. “steve seems to get the ladies to dig it.” you smacked his arm making him laugh aloud.

“i don’t believe you.” you declared, the idea still weird.

eddie scoffed. “it’s true! don’t you have any girl friends telling you about this?”

“does robin or nancy look like the type to speak about that?” you rolled your eyes. the topic of sex was scarce in your life, you pouted at yourself for being so clueless on what many people of your age consider a common knowledge. hell, eddie even knows it obviously. you bit your lip, your mind flashing a embarrassing idea you never thought you’d ask your own boyfriend.

“eddie.” you softly called his attention. his eyes were on you the moment as he held his breath in seeing how doe-eyed you looked. pretty as ever.

“yeah?” he asked. you fiddled with your fingers, wishing the floor would eat you up after this. it’s eddie, you told yourself, he’ll be fine with it as you whispered your innocent plea, hoping the others would not hear it. the eagerness to know what it really is driving you crazy.

“can you show me how?”

his mind stopped working, the look on your face had him in a wreck instantly. pouty lips spilling those words of invitation. he blinked, the red tint back on his cheeks. hot blood running his veins down to his core, jeans feeling tight as he scanned your expression to see if you were serious. he gulped,

“i— sure, i guess?”

•••

“w-wait! please, edds, please, please, please—“

“jesus, you like that, ey?” he laughed, fingers still buried deep inside your cunt, his hand dripping full of your juices as you squirmed by his side. the two of you in his bedroom, the built-up frustration released as he brutally pumped his long fingers in. hours of school, waiting until he could get you alone to really show you what your curious little mind is begging to know. and here you are, laid flat on his bed, semi-naked except for your shirt that was ridden up for your breasts to peek out. with him by your side, in his checkered boxers and his shirt, towering before you as he nibbled the delicate flesh on your neck. it was a sight for him, never had he thought months of dating he finally had you for himself.

“i’m— oh, fuck.” you sobbed as he started slowing down again. same merciless pace of stopping when you finally felt your core knotting, at the edge of bursting into sweet pleasure as you whined in displease to him. “that’s not f-fair.”

“aww, got you all wound up, huh?” he smirked, smug as your gummy walls clamped hard around him, hips trying to move to continue his ministrations. “i’m being fair, sweetheart. aren’t my fingers fucking you enough? so greedy.”

“f-faster. please, eddie.” you begged, annoyed, tears forming in your eyes after countless times you were denied to cum. you felt him peck your lips as he let out a airy chuckle, trailing his lips to your cheeks as he placed loving kisses despite his cruelty. you gasped as his thumb started to rub your wet bean, fingers pumping in again as you let out a satisfied moan.

“look so beautiful. so fucking beautiful.” he groaned, how could he say no to you? after lonely countless nights of jacking off to sleep with the thought of you in his head, he had to satisfy his own dirty mind. the sound of your juices slapping against his hand filled his room as sweat beaded both of your foreheads. your hands grasped his shirt, he adjusted himself in a more comfortable position, biting his lip watching your puffy cunt engulf his fingers. his rings glistening at how dripping you are. pride filled his chest, your little moans drove him into a frenzy, encouraging him even though he was unsure at first if he was doing this right.

“feel’s good, eddie.” you murmured, cupping his cheeks to pull him down for a kiss. a chaste kiss that you always did, innocent little kisses. eddie moaned at how soft you are to him, he sped his pace, wet obscene slapping getting louder as you squealed on his mouth. lips now resting on his chin as you gripped his shoulders, burying your whole face on his neck. sobbing until he slowed down again, tears staining your cheeks as eddie grinned.

“yeah it fucking does, huh? better than your fingers, sweetheart?” he asked eagerly as you nodded, clamping him as he slowly thrusted in again. “you’ve been rubbing that cute little clit of yours all alone when i’m right here, baby.”

“ ‘s because of y-you.” you whined, bringing your hips again as eddie slapped your thigh in warning.

“what did i do, sweetheart?” he smirked, smug as ever. his clothed erection brushed against your skin as he groaned seeing your eyes doe and watery, eyelashes fluttering, pleading for him to move his fingers.

“you made m-me like this.” you gasped as he kissed the top of your head lovingly. curling in again, almost hitting that sweet spot until he really started to fuck your deprived cunt in such a fast pace. your legs bended, opening wider, desperate to chase that release you desperately sought. your whined and mewls filled his room as you held on to his wrist, mumbling his name like a prayer.

“too much! w-wait, eddie!” you begged, he ignored you completely, eyes dark with lust as he only had one thing in mind. your hips stuttered, his fingers curled up again, thumb pressing down in your clit as you sobbed at the sudden overwhelming feeling washing down before you. your whole body racked as he messily drove his fingers in until white hot flashes flooded your mind, eyes driving to the back of your head. moaning loudly as your ass lifted up in the air a bit, clamping down hard on his fingers as you felt yourself gush something out. you almost screamed, your hand covering your mouth as drool covered your palm. so good, so fucking good.

“w-woah.” eddie was shocked, brows to the roof, cock screaming to come out as he looked at how he just made you wet his own bed. you squirted, just for him? the giddiness inside him arose as he softly rode you out of your orgasm, your juices flooding his hand, the mattress wet underneath you.

“you did so good, baby.” he praised, kissing your cheeks, hot and glowing just by him. your eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, clearly sinking in what just happened to you. you two were silent, him letting you take your time to calm down. once your chest relaxed, he carefully removed his fingers from your overstimulated cunt, you shivering at the loss of the snugness. he was amazed, bringing his hand up to see how sticky you are, couldn’t help himself to taste you as he licked his fingers clean, groaning loudly at how well you tasted. fucking hell.

“that’s dirty.” you whispered to him, a smile grazing your swollen lips. eddie laughed as he kissed you sweetly, murmuring so many praises of how good and how wonderful you are to him. how much he loved you right now.

“thank you for showing me.” you giggled, legs sore and hips hurting a bit. the dampness between your legs a bit annoying.

“anything for you, sweetheart.” he smiled, your hand glided down his chest as something caught your eye that made your face look so damn cute right now. he glanced down, seeing what was turning on your innocent curiosity. his eyes shined darkly as he sat up. palming the bulge on his boxers, the size of it making your mouth shape an ‘o’. he cocked his head to the side, groaning at how pent up he was, needing release you know what you were getting in for. he smirked, suggestively looking down and back up to you.

“you wanna help me?”

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pinkrelish · 2 years

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𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader

✶You left him. You really left him.✶

NSFW — heavy angst, drug/alcohol mention/use, eventual smut, slow burn

chapter: 3/15 [wc: 2.6k]

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Chapter 3: Tearful Reunion

Gareth, trying to be quiet, held his skateboard over his mouth and asked Jeff, who knew Eddie the longest, “Who’s that?”

Jeff swallowed the candy in his mouth, and picked another from the bag, not taking the chance to blink in case he had to intervene on this reunion. “The girl he told you to never ask about.”

He exhaled an understanding “ah,” and leaned against his car with his friends.

——1982——

The next morning, Eddie woke with a start. A large vehicle drove past his window, hitting every pot hole along the way. The maroon bed sheet he pinned up blocked the sun alright enough, but there was no stopping annoying sounds of everyday life from coming through.

“Jesus,” was his first word he said that day.

Judging by the brightness in his room, it was well past noon, and he figured it was as good a time as any to get out of bed. His sleep was fitful, tossing and turning thinking about your strange mood. But, oh well, at least you’d be going to band practice with him soon. There wasn’t much opportunity to talk while he was playing, but he preferred having you there. It was funner when you sat at the opening of the garage, cheering him and Jeff on as if they were the world’s greatest musicians.

He followed his routine as normal; taking a shower where he washed his hair, shaved, winced at the sting of the aftershave, and ate a small breakfast of whatever he could find while standing across from your birthday cake.

Getting dressed in his usual black jeans and sleeveless shirt, he looked outside and saw your mom’s car was missing. “Nice,” he whispered. If she was gone, he could go over early and hang out before leaving. However, stepping out of his trailer, he was greeted by a dingy brown couch with a ‘FREE’ sign taped to it. Weird. You didn’t mention buying a new one. Though, he supposed he didn’t need to be told every last detail of your life.

Walking the few feet to your home, he sidestepped the ugly couch and knocked by tapping his knuckles thrice, leaning forward in wait, expecting you to open the door any second, or shout for him to come in.

He put his face closer. “Hey, it’s me,” he announced, knocking a bit harder.

No answer.

“Are you not home?” At this point his voice was hardly below the decibel of a yell, using the side of his clenched fist to pound the aluminum obstacle keeping him from seeing if you were okay after breaking down in front of him last night.

No answer came.

Then, the lock gave. The door creaked ajar. A slice of inside revealed to him. Bright, far sunnier than it should be. He called your name. It reverberated back at him, ringing from the studs in the walls. Crisp and hollow. Unnerving. So, he pushed the door wider. An easy effort. There was no pile of shoes wedged behind it anymore.

Devastation was not a single emotion. It was a cluster of confusion; of checking behind him that he didn’t get lost on his way over, of staring at his trailer in a desperate plea to not be real, and retracing his path here, and still denying he walked into your living room. Hopelessness was not a quick heartbreak; it went deeper. Insidious cruelty. Twisting his stomach in knots. More. More. More stabs. A pain unlike any other, and no visible wound. Neverending. An onslaught of information he rejected on instinct.

Sunbeams glared through the curtainless windows, illuminating the stained carpet and its layers of filth no longer hidden under furniture. Catching dust motes swirling in the gust of his labored breath.

In a slow circle, Eddie absorbed the blank walls. The sudden absence of life. The irritating sound of nothing, and the suffocating pressure of loneliness making him question his sanity. But no. His brain was not tricking him. There was no mistake. And by the burn of bile in his throat, he knew he wasn’t dreaming.

Stumbling in a fugue state, errant newspapers littering the floor clung to his shoes on his way to your bedroom. He dodged where the trashcan used to be at the edge of the kitchen as if it were still there. Tripping over his own feet. Gripping the walls to keep upright as he rushed to your smiling face. Your smiling face. This was all a prank, and you were waiting for him–

His heart raced. His vision darkened at the edges.

Difficult to breathe. He couldn’t. Didn’t.

Skin prickling in cold sweat. Shivering. Heaving watery cereal where your bed should be until he crumpled on the spot where he once almost had his first kiss, if he hadn’t been a coward.

On his hands and knees, Eddie raised his head to an infuriating image clinging to your wall like a savior looking down upon him, and he charged. Your Mary Lou Retton poster tore in his hands. Shredded. Piece after piece. And when he ran out of patience, he punched the wall where it once was. Over. And over. One for every opportunity you had to tell him. One for every sign he didn’t grasp. Giving him his clothes back. Crying. Asking for a normal night. Promising him you’d be there for practice tomorrow.

He must have left at some point, because when he next came to, he was grabbing your birthday cake and flying out his door with his arm wound back, hurling his hard work at your trailer.

Pink and white frosting splattered the rocks separating your homes. He didn’t even reach his intended target. It fell pathetically in the middle.

Worse, the plate didn’t even shatter. It mocked him by rolling away.

~~~

The last word Eddie remembered hearing was, “Jesus,” when his uncle rushed into his room to roll him on his side, keeping him from choking on his own vomit, surrounded by empty baggies and bottles.

——1985——

Eddie mumbled something. Distance was irrelevant; you’d recognize the way his mouth formed your name even in a pitch-black abyss. You waited for him to do something.. anything, and for a while, he just stared, taking the time to smoke his cigarette down to the filter, hoarding the nicotine to subdue his initial reaction. Or to give himself the chance to size you up, narrowing his eyes at your gall to stand before him after what you did.

He uncrossed his legs.

You put all your attention into Eddie’s approach, learning much in his short walk to meet you. The unconscious authority he commanded in his stride, earned through charisma alone. New maturity in his jaw line, working the muscles as he ground his teeth, catching the sheen of a pink scar on his chin under the streetlight. The grown out curls framing his face resting on his throat as he fixed his gaze on anything else in the parking lot except for you. How weak you were for the groan his leather jacket made when he rolled his shoulders and flicked the cigarette stub.

He filled his lungs with a deep breath, mulled something over, and shook his head to dismiss whatever it was. “What’re you doing here?” There was a quiet exasperation in his voice. An undercurrent of seething in his otherwise tempered tone. A warble at first, like he wanted the question to come out casually, and gave up pretending he could keep years of pain from influencing how haunted he was by the ghost in front of him.

You wrung the strap of your purse. “I.. I wanted to talk.”

His lower eyelid ticced. Slowly, he drew his eyebrows in a harsh glare at the mall, and for a moment, the corner of his lips lifted in a hateful grin. “Talk?” he scoffed at the audacity. He lit another cigarette. “Now you want to talk?”

Stuffing the carton and lighter in his pocket, he willed himself to acknowledge your presence–still avoiding your face–by dropping his gaze to the golden embroidery on your white and blue tracksuit jacket, pinging the Adidas logo on the opposite side. Your clean Nikes. He read the embroidery again, and his chest fell with a defeated sigh.

Waving the cigarette, he maintained, “Why bother coming back here?”

“Just..” This was seeming like a lost cause. Especially so when you had an audience eavesdropping on your conversation. “Could we talk in the car? I’ll give you a ride home, or wherever.”

Much to your surprise, he went for it. Eddie glanced at your red Ford Pinto, stamped out his cigarette, and walked backwards to the passenger side with his hands in his pockets, addressing his friends, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“See ya,” Jeff said flatly.

Recovering from your stunned expression, you waved at Jeff and didn’t take it personally when he didn’t return the gesture with the same enthusiasm, raising his pinky off his soda can at you in a sort of goodbye.

At the lingering frowns directed at you, you hopped in and started the car, fully aware of the man in a foul mood sitting next to you. “Your place?”

Slouched in his seat, body angled away from you, Eddie stared out the window. “Yeah.”

And that was the end of your conversation for the rest of the ride. At one point you turned on the radio to cut the tension, but when it played Christian gospel, you immediately smacked the button off. In the past he would’ve laughed, made fun of it with you. Not anymore.

Frustration clogged your throat as much as the panic did. Your thoughts were everywhere; an unsortable stack of papers of everything you wanted–and needed–to tell him. So many things to explain. To at the bare minimum fill him in on. But, then again, who could tell if he cared to hear them.

He had his arms crossed, one propped on the other, running his fingernails lightly over his cheek. In a daze watching the shadowed pines tick by. The same woods you would get lost in on purpose as shitty kids with nothing better to do.

You were nearing the trailer park and running out of time. “I don’t know if you remember the meet I had in Ohio before I left–”

“I remember,” he cut you off.

“R-Right,” you stammered. “I.. Well.. Jesus.” Inhaling deep, you got your words out point blank. “There was a woman who approached me. A recruiter for Penn State. I told her I couldn’t afford a place like that, but she winked at me and took my information. A few days later the head coach called me with a plan to move me to Pittsburgh–on the help of his dime–so he could oversee my training during high school, and again, I told him I couldn’t afford college anyway, but he told me to keep an eye out. And, a month later, the NCAA announced they were introducing scholarships for women’s gymnastics, and–”

Eddie groaned. Pinched the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut. “You knew you were moving for months and didn’t tell me.”

Shit. He didn’t know that before you ran your mouth, and now no amount of backtracking or apologies could change you forgetting to forge a white lie about the exact timeline things went down.

Turning off the main road, the car rocked on the uneven surface, taking a liking to finding each pot hole. Or maybe you had trouble seeing them as water swelled in your vision. Blood leaked from where you chewed on your inner lip.

You stopped in front of his trailer.

“How long was the drive?”

Not expecting him to speak first, or at all, you studied the side of his face for a moment, appreciating how his features had changed over the years while you processed what he was asking. “It took me about eight hours,” you answered softly.

“Mm,” he grunted. “Sorry you wasted your time.” He pushed the door open and had half his body out by the time you could shout.

“Wait!”

He thought about it. Oh, he thought about it for a long time; paused in his hunched over position about to leave you and never look back. Running his fingers over his palm. Back rising with shallow breaths.

Eddie had his weaknesses as well.

Dragging his foot inside, he sat down, ready to flee with how rigid his posture was and pale his knuckles were gripping the handle.

On the verge of tears, your voice trembled, “You have to understand, I was going nowhere by staying here.” He stared straight ahead, disengaged. “There was no future for me. No education. No money. No Olympics, or whatever the fuck. We sacrificed losing everything to get me to Regionals on the hope someone would see my potential. And it worked. For the first time, someone saw how good I was, and invested in me. They promised me everything I wanted and I took it. I took the chance for a better life and left Hawkins–” You flinched.

Eddie raised his hand. Not to intimidate you, but to silence you. The lights from your dashboard flashed off his rings. He was shaking. And what a tragic point for him to choose now to look at you, when his warm eyes were fearfully cold, and two tears streamed down his already wet cheeks.

“Let’s get one thing straight. You didn’t leave Hawkins.. You left me.” He didn’t wait for you to register the depth of those departing words before he was shoving open the door and slamming it behind him, muffling something he intended no one else to hear, “I said I wouldn’t cry about this bullshit anymore.”

“Eddie!” You fought off your seatbelt and scrambled out the car, hitting the roof with your palm to keep his attention. “Wait! I didn’t mean it like that.”

Almost to his stairs, he slowed. Laced his hands behind his neck. Debated something as he wrung them, making his steps clumsy as he turned around.

Each sentence hurt more than the last.

“Are you glad you visited? Got to see I’m still a failure. A loser going nowhere. Can’t even pass high school or get a real job. Stuck in a trailer park.” He laughed without mirth, shaking free the tears clinging to his jaw. He took the stairs backwards, gaze set on you. “You can go back to your fancy college, now. Your luxuries. Your nice clothes. Your friends. Your boyfriend. Leave this place, and me, behind. Have a good life.” In the midnight hour, you listened to him slam several more doors, and the sudden start of loud music from his bedroom.

On autopilot, you drove away. Shut down and drove away without crying. A trauma response you learned early on. Emotions could be suppressed. Smothered in the lungs until you were far away, swerving over the lines in the road as your body was struck with a sob. And another. Crying so hard you couldn’t tell which parking lot you turned into. Hugging yourself, pulling the collar of your jacket to your mouth, shrinking away from the window in shame and releasing all the guilt you pent up.

You deserved this. It was your comeuppance, witnessing the ramifications of your actions storming away from you. You hurt him. He hurt you. And, rightfully so, he never wanted to see you again.

But you were stuck in Hawkins for another day.

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prettypiscesgal · 2 years

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Friends without benefits

Summary: You have a friends with benefits relationship with Eddie, but it all falls apart after the beautiful Chrissy Cunningham catches his eye.

Warnings: [18+] lots of angst & allusions to smut.

Listen while reading:

Back to the old House - The Smiths

Goodbye to love - Phoebe Bridgers

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“Eddie-” I try to say, but am cut off when he aggressively presses his lips against mine, moaning dramatically. “Ed, slow down.”

“Can’t.” He whispers breathlessly against my neck, kissing and biting at the skin there. “Need you.”

“Jesus, you in heat or something?” I laugh, pushing at his shoulders. “Did you forget we’re in the janitors closet?”

He just smirks and shrugs, “I don’t mind everyone hearing how good I make you feel.” He murmurs seductively, placing his hands on my hips and squeezing.

“Oh please. You’re way louder than me during sex. They’ll be hearing how good I make you feel.” I reply, jabbing my finger into his chest.

His face scrunches up in disbelief, “I am not that loud.”

I raise my eyebrows at this, “Oh really?” He nods and I clear my throat, making my voice deep and whiny to mimic his, “‘Y/N, please. Oh god, you feel so good. Don’t stop, mo-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” He says, slapping his hand over his mouth.

The bell rings and I lick his hand just before he can pull it away, causing him to whine and scrunch his face up in disgust. “You’re a nuance.”

“You’re a nerd.”

We both walk out of the janitors closet before the halls could fill with students and he turns to me with a smile, “See ya later, missy.” He ruffles my hair before running off to his class that he was probably failing.

My smile drops the second he’s gone, replaced with disappointment. It’s like this everytime, so I don’t know why I’m so disappointed when I know it’s coming.

It’s the same routine. We’ll mess around, whether it be in the closet, his trailer, or some other secret spot he’s found, and then he’ll treat me like I’m just his little sister. Not someone he could actually be in a relationship with.

I don’t even know how it happened. We just ended up kissing once, things escalated, and ever since then there’s been some unspoken friends with benefits thing.

I mean, it’s not like I don’t enjoy it. I love it. At least, I did at first. But, at some point I guess I caught feelings. Which is against the number one rule of friends with benefits relationships.

But, shit happens, I guess.

———

Lunch time rolls around and I’m just excited to see Eddie. That’s the only part of school I actually enjoy.

He’s sitting at our usually lunch table with the rest of the hellfire club. I’m not in hellfire, I don’t really understand DnD even a little, but I always come to the campaigns. I have my own little chair next to Eddie’s.

“Hey guys!” I smile, placing down my lunch tray and sitting down next to Dustin and Eddie. They all shut up the second they notice me, staring at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on..”

“Nothing!” Dustin and Mike shout at the same time. I furrow my eyebrows, looking to Eddie for an answer. He looks down at his food, looking guilty.

“Lucas?” I ask, looking at him from across the table.

“Just some guy stuff. You wouldn’t get it.” He quickly makes up some stupid excuse.

“Guy stuff?” I scoff, looking at Dustin again, who is practically sweating under my stare. “Dustin..”

“We we’re talking about Chrissy Cunningham!” He finally exclaims, breathing heavily as if keeping that secret took a major toll on him.

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Okay? What about her?”

My smile falls when I see Lucas, Dustin, and Mike looking at me with pity on their eyes. My eyebrows furrow and I look to Eddie who looks practically terrified.

“We we’re just admiring how good she looked in her cheer uniform.” Jeff finally admits and I scoff, rolling my eyes at the boys.

“So you guys were just scared I was gonna get mad at you for checking out some girl?” I laugh, crossing my arms over my chest as they all look away with the same guilty expression. “Boys these days.” I shake my head with a laugh, beginning to eat my food.

“Not just that.” Dustin mumbles, but everyone can still hear his voice through the deafening silence at the table.

“What else?” I ask, furrowing my brows. Dustin doesn’t answer, just glares at Eddie. I turn to look at him, and he’s still staring at his food. “Eddie?”

He looks up at me, seeing my confused expression and finally sighing, leaning back in his chair, “I was… thinking about asking Chrissy out.”

My heart drops to my stomach.

“Why would I be upset about that?” I say through a fake smile, pushing my food around on my plate and trying to stop my hands from shaking.

“Um.. I dunno..” He shrugs. I knew why he was nervous. Because this means we would stop with the ‘benefits’ part of our friendship.

Everyone else at the table knew the real reason I would be upset though. Everyone could tell I was in love with him. Everyone but Eddie. They didn’t even know about our secret little hookups and they could still tell.

“It’s okay. You should ask her out.” I tell him, making direct eye contact with him to make sure he understood that I was okay with this.

Even though I wasn’t.

He smiles brightly, practically glowing in his seat for the rest of lunch while I was struggling to even swallow my food down with the lump growing in my throat.

The second the last bell of the day rings, I’m running out of school, excited to get home and cry my heart out. That is until I remember I would have to face Eddie since he was my ride home.

“Fuck this.” I groan, pulling out my walkman and deciding to use it as an excuse to not talk to Eddie. Unfortunately the only taps I have is the mixtape Eddie made me. “Double-fuck this.”

Begrudgingly, I place the headphones and blast the music, listening to the sound of Jimmy Page’s guitar skills that just remind me more of Eddie and his stupid talented fingers (in more ways than one) as I make my way to our hidden spot in the woods.

Unfortunately, because my headphones were blasting, I didn’t hear that Eddie wasn’t the only person at the hidden picnic table.

“Oh!” I shout, being taken off guard by the image of Eddie and Chrissy making out on the picnic table. The picnic table that Eddie and I used to make out on.

Ouch.

“Shit.” Eddie mumbles, stepping away from Chrissy when he notices me. “Y/N, I totally forgot I was supposed to drive you home-”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” I reply, not wanting to bother him and his new girl. I try to ignore the ache in my chest at the realization that he forgot about me.

“Okay.” He nods and for some reason I don’t move from my spot. I was waiting for him to argue, say ‘no, I would never let you walk home’ or maybe even ‘are you sure?’ and the very unrealistic ‘no, you’re more important than Chrissy. I’ll give you a ride.’

I stand, watching him cuddle up next to Chrissy, completely shutting out my existence as he buries his face in her neck, just like he did to me a couple hours earlier.

“Bye.” I whisper, which goes unheard because he’s currently whispering something in Chrissy’s ear, causing her to let out a cute giggle as she turns to kiss him.

While walking home, I can’t help but wonder if I did this. Maybe if I told him I liked him. Told him I wanted a relationship. Maybe there was a small chance he liked me back.

But deep down I know that isn’t true. If he really loved me, he wouldn’t have kept us just a dirty little secret. He would’ve wanted more. Would’ve wanted to brag about me to all his friends like he did with Chrissy. Would’ve wanted to hug and kiss me in public. Or even just call me his girlfriend.

Instead he just wanted someone to get him off and then sit and listen to all his girl problems. Because he didn’t see me like all the other girls.

The worst part is I thought he was the one for me. He was sweet, and funny, and treated me so well. He didn’t even realize how much he was really hurting me. And he doesn’t even realize it now.

He was my one and only and he didn’t even consider me as one at all.

———

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xoxoavenger · 2 years

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F*&% Them All

pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: Y/N visits Eddie on a special night at Hellfire Club.

word count: 2737

warnings: allusions to sex but no actual smut, cursing

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"What do you mean you're getting married?" Dustin practically screamed as soon as Eddie had announced it at the end of that night's campaign. They were in the middle of the game, Dustin about to roll, when Eddie dropped the bomb as casually as telling someone what they ate for breakfast.

"I didn't even know you had a girlfriend." Mike frowned, watching Eddie roll his eyes.

"Well, she doesn't go to the goddamn high school." He smirked. He was waiting for her to come through the door, looking like the absolute babe she was, and knock the socks off of all these boys. She wasn't sure if any of them would know who she was, but honestly her looks alone were enough to take any of these dweeb's breath away.

"How the hell did you meet her then?" Dustin asked, making Eddie simply blink at him. This kid was going to run Eddie into the ground.

"My life does not revolve around you losers, believe it for not." Eddie sassed back, making Gareth and Jeff stifle a laugh.

"Did those asshats know and we didn't?" Dustin was getting heated, causing the other members of Hellfire to giggle slightly. Mike and Lucas pretending to be coughing when Dustin turned, but it was a poor acting job.

"Well, have you ever asked, Henderson?" Eddie questioned, making Dustin sigh, because as stupid as it was the older man was correct.

"No," The younger boy answered, annoyed.

"Right then," Eddie cocked his head slightly, smile returning. "I am getting married, and you fuckers are all invited." This caused another uprising from the group, however more positive this time.

"You're actually getting married?" Lucas questioned, and Eddie groaned.

"Like, you're having a ceremony?" Mike asked. Eddie put his hands on his head, wanting to pull out his goddamn hair.

"Was that not clear?" He was shouting now, causing the members of Hellfire to cringe back slightly. "How much more explaining do I have to do for you idiots to believe me!" He watched his group simply blink at him, knowing that their questions pushed him too far.

"You could bring her in to meet us at some point." Of course Dustin didn't know his boundaries, and he quickly realized as Eddie's eyes went wide that he had pushed the older man to his breaking.

"Listen here you little shit," Eddie was standing, his hands slamming against the table. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to Dustin to piss him off, but he wanted it to be good. "You have been uninvited to the wedding." He decided on, sitting back and watching the kid shake his head and start to whine.

"No, no, no!" Dustin cried out, drowning out the sound of a girl's laughter through the hall and finally into the room.

"Who the hell have you uninvited to our wedding now, babe?" Her voice caused every man at the table to turn and stare. Walking down the hall and into the doorway, she stood, cheerful as ever, using one hand to wave at the boys.

"You're getting married to Y/N L/N?" Lucas asked, and Eddie smirked at all of their shocked faces.

"Present," Y/N smiled at the group as she stood in the doorway, both hands now behind her back.

"You said she didn't go to this high school!" Dustin argued, looking angry at Eddie again.

Y/N had gone to Hawkins High, graduated in three years and was captain of the cheer team. She graduated in '84 - two years prior - and was in Eddie's senior class the first time. She was the one who encouraged him to start the Hellfire Club his sophomore year, and even played with him on nights when she wasn't at practice or a game - which wasn't often, but she still did it.

So, Eddie had been in love with her for about five years at this point, even if they had only been dating for two of those years.

"No, I said she doesn't go to the high school. As in present." Eddie smirked, staring at his girl as if she put the stars in the sky herself.

"I didn't know kids still knew my name." Y/N smiled, watching all the boys melt. Her smile could melt cheese with how bright it was. Eddie wanted to just take pictures of her smiling forever and put them all over his room.

And then maybe he'd take some pictures where she wasn't smiling. Pictures that would stay in his wallet, for his eyes only.

"You used to go over to the Wheelers all the time to tutor Nancy." Lucas filled in, still staring at Y/N. She was older than the last time they had seen her, about three years older, and in that time she had grown into an adult. It was a strange sight for this kids, who had just seen her in passing years ago. Y/N's eyes narrowed as she looked at the table, her gaze settling on Mike.

"Mike Wheeler?" She gasped, her hands coming out from behind her back and showing off a small container with what could be cookies in it, causing all the boy's to stare. "You guys still hang out?" She looked at the rest of the group, obviously not realizing she had ruined her surprise.

"Baby," Eddie was obviously getting upset that the attention was not on him anymore. "What'd you got there?" He nodded to the container, and she gasped, as if she had suddenly remembered it.

"I made you guys cookies," She smiled, moving forward to put them on the table and take off the top. As she did so, she got close enough for Eddie to grab her waist and pull her into him, causing her to knock over the cookies. They fell all over the table, one falling not the floor.

"Eddie!" Dustin groaned through a mouth full of cookie, gesturing toward the now soiled cookie. Eddie rolled his eyes, tugging Y/N onto his lap more so that they were both sitting on the throne, Y/N's legs pulled over his lap and his hand venturing all the way from her calf to her upper thigh, slightly too high to be decent especially in front of children. The contact on her skin felt nice, since she was wearing a dress tonight for good impressions, however she knew Eddie probably needed to be stopped. She grabbed his wrist as he decided to go further, all the way to her ass. She tilted her head when he smirked at her, fingers twirling at her.

"There are children here," She whispered, leaning forward to put her face close to his. She scrunched her nose, and Eddie couldn't help but lean forward and kiss it, because she was just too cute. He then looked to see only a couple cookies left, and his face instantly changed to anger.

"Hey, dumbasses!" Eddie yelled out, the volume making Y/N close her eyes and lift her eyebrows. "Leave some for me! My wife made them!" He reached forward and snatched the rest, causing an uprising of groans.

"You're not married yet!" Dustin reminded the couple, finishing off his cookie.

"Too bad you'll never see it!" Eddie fired back, stuffing a cookie in his mouth to punctuate his sentence. Y/N smirked, grabbing his face and pressing a big, wet kiss to his cheek. It made him blush slightly, and she smiled at that as she turned his face for a proper kiss.

"Thank God." Dustin fired back, but they both could tell that he was hurt.

"He's joking," Y/N rolled her eyes as she broke away from the kiss.

"I'm not," Eddie shook his head, arm wrapped around Y/N and pulling her close, the other hand resuming rubbing up her thigh now that she had let go of his wrist.

"Eddie," She sighed, frowning. She knew she could get him to stop acting up, the same as she knew Eddie was joking. "You talk about Dustin, like, all the time." She tried hard to keep her pouting look as Eddie looked at her like she had just stabbed him in the back.

"You know my name?" In all truth for Dustin's question, she had figured it out in the combination of what Eddie has told her and what she remembered of the boys when she would tutor Nancy. Which, as she thought about it, was more her helping Nancy with some homework and then talk about the boys at school.

But, Dustin won't know that, and neither will Eddie.

"Of course. Eddie talks about all of you." She smiled at the group, who was looking at her and Eddie with confusion.

"He does?" Dustin asked, hope filing his voice even as he tried to act cool.

"No," Eddie removed one hand from Y/N's thigh to hold a finger out, trying to take control of his club once more. "No, I don't. And if I do, it's about Hellfire." Eddie looked back with pleading eyes at Y/N.

"Oh, Eds," She whispered, petting back his hair as if he were a child. Mike and Lucas shared a look at how annoying it was that Eddie still looked at her with big, soft, eyes. "Please, just reinvite Dustin." She put a hand on Eddie's chin once more, giving him a quick kiss.

"We don't even have a date set." He whined, his hand squeezing her thigh. She sighed, looking at the table that still had everyone's stuff and the empty container of cookies.

"Why don't you finish your game and then we'll go home and talk about wedding plans." She suggested, the boys watching as Eddie sighed and nodded.

"You heard the woman!" He yelled when the boys continued to just stare.

"What just happened?" Mike muttered, blinking. Sure, he had been in a relationship with El for awhile, but this was something completely different. Eddie seemed to be wrapped around Y/N's finger.

They went through the rest of the campaign, with Y/N cheering everyone on and giving Eddie good luck kisses for part of it, getting sleepy as she continuously shifted onto Eddie's lap even more; he was grabbing her up and making sure she was as close as possible, somehow shifting closer every time. Everyone was shocked that Y/N knew what she was talking about, that she knew was she was doing.

"You're looking at a founding member of Hellfire, boys." Eddie smacked a kiss onto Y/N's cheek, loving the way she grinned and curled into him.

"There's no way." Even Gareth was surprised at this, and Y/N just rolled her eyes.

"She helps with every campaign." Eddie shrugged, smiling because he was finally getting to share his girl with his boys.

An hour later they were done, and Y/N was practically asleep by the time the last dice roll - she was completely straddling Eddie's lap now, her head resting on his shoulder and his arms around her ass, keeping her dress from flipping up and flashing everyone.

"I can't believe she has him wrapped around her finger." Mike whispered to Lucas and Dustin as he stared at the two on the throne while continuously putting his stuff away. Y/N had her cheek pressed against Eddie's chest now, hair covering her face mostly. Eddie was pushing her hair back, looking at her lovingly, the same he had all night.

"I bet she even tops." Dustin said nonchalantly as he slid his binder into his bag.

"Dude!" Lucas and Mike both yelled, grossed out at the thought of the couple having sex. Before Dustin could say anything back, Eddie was ready to kill them.

"Hey!" He whisper yelled, getting their attention. "Shut the fuck up!" He gestured slightly to the sleeping girl in his arms, who was moving slightly.

"Sorry," Lucas whispered, looking away quickly.

"Don't think I didn't hear you little shits talking about my sex life." Eddie grumbled, settling back into his throne and going back to being obsessed with the girl in his arms.

"We're never getting his full attention again." Dustin muttered as the three of them stared at the couple on the throne. Everyone else was leaving, muttering shit at Eddie as they left. Eddie didn't even nod, probably because he couldn't be bothered to know what they were saying anyway.

"So, when's the next meeting?" Mike asked, barely loud enough for Eddie to hear.

"When have I ever told you that at the current meeting, Wheeler?" He asked, not even looking up at the boys as he stared at his girl.

"You know you're gonna have to wake her up so she can drive back home?" Dustin asked, and Eddie looked up at them, eyes wide in anger, and took a deep breath.

"Henderson, you are so goddamn lucky that my wife is asleep on me because otherwise I would be strangling you with my bare hands." The strength that it took Eddie to not scream was immense, but he made it with an even voice and was able tp keep Y/N asleep.

"She's not your wife," Again, Dustin with the pushing boundaries.

"Get the fuck out." Eddie grumbled, staring them down as they left.

"You're gonna get us kicked out one of these times." Mike said as they walked through the hallways.

"I give it two weeks from now." Lucas nodded with a sigh, making Dustin groan.

"You guys have no faith in me!"

Meanwhile, Y/N was waking up with Eddie.

"You gotta be easier on those kids." She muttered, having only been partly asleep the whole time.

"Didn't you hear what they were saying?" Eddie asked softly, looking down and rubbing her back. It was enough to make her want to go back to sleep.

"Eddie, they're not even teenagers." She sighed, moving to sit up. "They think I'm the one in charge." She smiled, watching Eddie smirk.

"They're fourteen." He muttered, a hand going to her neck to stroke her skin.

"They clearly know nothing." She was still smiling, eyes droopy from sleep.

"Clearly, if they think you top." It was almost a joke, almost enough to make them laugh as Eddie ran his finger along the collar of her dress, one that was barely hiding the marks Eddie had made on her on the last night. "What if you just went home with me. I can bring you to pick up your car tomorrow." He was practically begging, so she nodded, getting ready to stand.

"We need to set a date for our wedding." She told him, grabbing his hand after he swept all his D&D stuff into his bag.

"You're already my wife," He used her hand to pull her forward and kiss her, thumb rubbing against the ring on her finger. It was smaller, because he failed senior year twice and sold drugs for a living, but obviously Y/N didn't seem to care.

"We still need a ceremony." She said as they parted, pulling him out the door. The ceremony was solely for her benefit, because they had already gone to the courthouse and gotten married a couple months ago anyway. They didn't tell anyone because they were both young, and Eddie was still technically in high school and it would mean reliving the shit they went through when the town found out that the girl who graduated in three years and the boy who couldn't graduate were dating.

"Do we?" Eddie asked running forward to open the door for Y/N. She smiled and felt her cheeks heat up as he did so, squeezing his hands in thanks.

"You already told your friends," She shrugged, smile on her face when he realized that telling the boys that he was getting married had suddenly backfired on him as his girl used it against him.

"Fuck them," Eddie grunted as he opened the van and the couple got in.

"Fuck them all," Y/N repeated with a large smile as he started the van and then backed up, grabbing her hand and putting it on the stick shift so that he could shift and hold her hand at the same time.

"Fuck them all." His voice was low, and they both knew that she was talking about more than the kids, more than his friends and her friends and their wedding. They were talking to everyone who talked about them behind their backs, who judged their relationship without knowing either of them.

So yeah, fuck them all.

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Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 9: Halloween

Eddie Munson x Chubby!Reader 6680 words Series Masterlist

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium; 2 - Carrie; 3: Honey; 4: Starcourt; 5: Buzzkill; 6: Monsterous; 7: Prizes; 8: Interlude

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; smut; reference to suicide (specifically Virginia Woolf’s); no beta; grief/mourning; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: ♫ Boys and girls of every age. Wouldn’t you like to see something strange? ♫ Nah, but it is the spooky season and that means two things: softness and smut.

Author’s Note: So, turns out I've been writing the school year as they run in Australia (Semester 1 runs from January to June, Semester 2 from July to December). But in the US, the school year isn’t the same as the calendar year; the end of the academic year is around May/June… so… Yikes. I can’t change it now so we will have to just pretend the US is the same as Australia. Sorry and thank you.

The Jack-o-lanterns were sat on a line of broken bar stools, plastic outdoor chairs, and other trash nobody at Forest Hills had ever bothered to take to the dump. Eddie had come home with them the night prior, pupils blown and a manic grin on his face.

It had been almost midnight when Eddie had ducked out after someone called the trailer looking to score. It was worth the drive, financially speaking, so he’d kissed you in your sleep and disappeared into the night. When he got back, you were bundled up on the couch on the porch.

“Angel, what are you doing up?”

“Woke up and you were gone,” you’d said, voice sleepy as you got up and let him help you jump from the porch. He kissed you deeply.

“Sorry, bub. Just made a couple hundred bucks though. And look at this,” he’d said too eager to show you all the Jack-o-lanterns piled in the back of his van, wax dripping from some.

“Where… did you get those?”

“Stole them. From Jason Carver and his bougie neighbours.”

The next morning, he’d lined up them up and called Jeff, Gareth, and Gene. Only Jeff was free, asking if he could bring Esther.

You sat next to Esther in a couple of fold-out camping chairs, drinking Dr Pepper and watching the boys smash the pumpkins with an old baseball bat.

“Why are boys like this?” Esther had asked you.

“I thought maybe it was just Hawkins that did it to them? Like, nothing better to do than dumb shit?”

“Oh, no, babe. They’re like this everywhere.”

Esther was kind, funny, and fit into the group of lost sheep well. However, she wasn’t so lost herself, but actually very fucking cool. You were sure if she had wanted to try out for cheer, she would have made the team. But when she transferred mid-year, started dating Jeff and sitting at the Hellfire table, she showed no interest in being friends with the cool kids. You knew it pissed Hayley off. Esther was the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen.

“We can hear you, you know?” Eddie said, pointing the bat at you. “You tellin’ me you don’t want a go? That this is too dumb for you?”

You smiled at your boyfriend and shook your head.

“Here’s the thing about me,” Esther said, standing and taking the bat from Eddie. “I’m happy to admit when I’m a hypocrite. This is dumb boy shit. But… when in Rome.” She took a swing and the bat hit the pumpkin with such force that it exploded entirely. Eddie started to laugh hysterically and Jeff pulled her into a kiss.

“Come on. Have a go,” Eddie said as he came over, leaning down and holding a hand on each arm of the chair. He kissed the tip of your nose.

Giving in to the peer pressure, you took the bat from Esther, who had pushed Jeff into her chair and perched herself on his lap. “You got this, girl,” she encouraged.

Eddie put a fresh Jack-o-lantern on a stool and came to stand next to you. He lowered his voice and leaned in close. “This orange motherfucker is meant for you, angel. I swiped it from Andy’s.” Eddie kissed your cheek and stepped away from you, giving you space.

Deep breath in, and long breath out, you held the bat up and swung hard. Andy’s pumpkin caved in and went flying, breaking into chunks in the air. Jeff, Esther, and Eddie all cheered.

After leaving the pumpkin pieces for the trailer park animals, you all drove into town for lunch at the diner. It felt like a double date, which was something you used to dream about. It seemed like such a lovely and special and awesome thing. As you sat in a window booth, Eddie’s arm around you while you fed each other fries and listened to Esther tell you stories about Chicago, her weird scientist dad and the top-secret job that brought him to Hawkins, you discovered it was lovely, special, and awesome

…

Summer had ended, ushering in the Halloween hues and crunchy leaves of Fall. Senior year was moving at a snail’s pace, but the finish line was in sight with final exams only a month and a bit away.

When Eddie was at Hellfire or band practice, you were doubling down on studying, determined to do well. All the colleges you had applied for demanded a certain level of academic success, and nothing was going to stop you from getting the hell out of Hawkins.

You and Eddie hadn’t spoken about what would come after high school. Eddie was on track to graduate, so in theory, he could leave the haunted small town too. The fear that ran through you when you thought about asking him if he would, if he would come with you, was paralysing. What if he said no? What if he wouldn’t leave Wayne? What if it was the end of you and Eddie? So, you entirely ignored anything post 1986. You didn’t know if it was on purpose, but Eddie was doing the same.

To be entirely honest, you weren’t even sure if Eddie knew which colleges you had applied for. He would be stupid to think you hadn’t applied at all, but you couldn’t remember ever mentioning it. You felt like there would be an undoing at some point, but that point was not now, so it didn’t matter. Eddie’s philosophy of mindfulness, living in the moment, was certainly rubbing off on you.

For the first time in a long time, you had a little more pep in your step. Zest for life. All that anti-emo bullshit. It did mean, however, that you were genuinely excited for Halloween and all the spooky fun that went with it.

“What do you mean you’ve been to Jason’s parties before?” you asked, the image of Eddie anywhere near a basketballer’s house not able to even form in your mind.

“You wouldn’t believe how much people pay for shit at those things,” Eddie said. “Trick is to rock up at the right time. Just as the shitty beer is running out, but before anybody sobers up. I can overcharge and they’ll buy anything,”

“I have never seen you at one.” You didn’t make the cheer squad in your Freshmen year, which in hindsight could have been when you really committed to losing baby weight and to demonising food. When you made the squad in Sophomore year, it felt like the start of something good. Being a cheerleader granted you invites to Jason’s big Halloween parties. That year and Senior year though, you definitely didn’t see Eddie there.

“You didn’t go wandering down the garden path and into the shadows looking to score though, did you?”

You shook your head. “Did Jason know?”

“Probably. Where else would it be coming from? Can’t start a fight with the only supplier willing to risk holding in that part of town. Crawling with cops and neighbourhood watches,”

“A begrudging symbiotic relationship,” you joked.

“Yep. But, not this year. Fuck ‘em. They can find someone else. We’ve got better things to do, yeah?”

Gene’s parents were going to Nashville for a wedding, leaving an empty house over the Halloween weekend. His parents weren’t worried; Gene wasn’t really the type to throw a rager. They imagined the worse that could happen was someone would spill bong water on the carpet or drip wax on the good buffet. Those Hellfire sessions needed mood lighting, after all.

It was Gene’s last chance at a little infamy, Senior year and all that. He spent the week inviting pretty much anyone that wouldn’t be invited to Jason’s party to his own. Freaks. Geeks. Weirdos. And the formally invisible. By 10:30 pm on Halloween, the house was packed. You and Eddie, however, had not yet arrived.

Wayne had cooked an early dinner, saying something about needing to line your stomachs before hitting the bottles. He left soon after. “Where’s he going?” you’d asked Eddie as you washed the dishes and he dried.

“You know his mate John, the one that-”

“Just got divorced,” you finished. Wayne talked a lot about John, because John talked a lot about the divorce and how she moved back to Indy with the kids.

“Yeah. Wayne is going over to keep him company. You know, ‘cause the trick or treaters remind him of the kids and he’s gonna drink himself into oblivion if someone isn’t there to stop him,”

“Jeez. Wayne is like… an actual angel. Honestly.”

Eddie nodded. “Yep. Sayin’ that though, John’s buying the beers and steak, so it’s a win-win.”

You showered around 7:00 pm, sat in front of the mirror and did your makeup. It would take Eddie a lot longer to get ready, so you wanted time to help him. As you smudged brown eyeshadow along your face, giving the appearance of dirt, you started to feel it – that hot, uncomfortable sensation. Insecurity. Dissociation.

Leaving your hair for last, you tried on the costume like you had half a dozen times before. Now, too late to change your mind, you hated it. The pants pulled around your thighs, nothing like the character you were dressed as.

You hated it most when it was like that. Feeling ugly in the shitty lights of a change room was one thing. The chafing between your thighs and the self-consciousness of gym class was another expected, and gratefully over, thing. But when it surprised you like that. When you had already tried on the clothes. Seen your reflection. Thought of yourself one way. Then BAM. Hideous. Fat. Revolting. Out of fucking nowhere. Yeah, that was the worst one.

Before Eddie got out of the shower, you quickly changed back into sweatpants and a t-shirt, sitting down in front of the mirror.

Eddie came into the room, dripping water and barely holding the towel to cover himself. You’d been living with him for a couple of months by then, so you’d seen him naked, but it still made you blush.

“Alright,” he said, hitting play on the tape deck, then looking around the room for his costume. “Let’s do this thing. Where are my ears?” Eddie looked up at you and clocked it immediately. “What’s wrong?” he asked, coming over and kneeling next to you, taking your legs and hugging them.

There was no point in lying; he knew you too well. “I, um, I don’t know about the costume,” you admitted.

Eddie thought for a second. “Okay… Do you want to swap?”

You shook your head. “No. You look cute. I just…” Shrugging, you avoided eye contact with both your reflection and Eddie. “Esther says she’s not wearing a costume. She’s just bought a cute dress,”

“Yeah, but Jeff is pissy about it. Don’t tell her I told you, but he was suuuuper jealous when I said that we have matching costumes,” Eddie told you in that soft voice he used when you were sad.

“Did you tell him what we’re going as?”

“No. It’s a secret, right?”

“Yeah,” you replied, nodding. “It’s just… It’s the first time I haven’t fully hated myself in two years and maybe I should have gone as like, an angel or something?”

“Okay, first of all, you’re my angel, nobody else’s. Second of all, we’re way more original than that. But, I’ll do whatever you want, honest… but can I tell you something first?” Eddie asked.

You nodded; Eddie grinned, stood up, and started to pace. It was his awkward storytelling pace.

“The first time I saw you in that,” he started, pointing to your costume. “I almost jizzed myself,”

“Eddie!” you squealed, covering your face.

“Seriously. And with the props. Babe. You’re the dream girl. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks. We’re gonna be the best dressed couple and everyone is gonna be soooooo jealous. And we’ll drink some of Gareth’s freakishly good pumpkin punch stuff and sneak into an empty room and you don’t even need to worry about what you look like in it, because I’m gonna have you out of it so quick.”

You laughed because he was ridiculous.

Eddie slipped his hands into his back pockets, looking at you with a toothy smile. “I promise. You’re an A-grade hottie… But I don’t want you to be… you know, uncomfortable. So, whatever you want.”

Chewing your lip, you looked back at the costume. Eddie watched you stand up and take off your sweat pants, step into your costume, pull it on, and zip it up.

“Those aliens don’t stand a fucking chance,” he said, crossing the room to grab you in a hug, kissing you. “I was like, 12 or 13 when it came out, you know? She might have been my first real crush. I’m not fucking with you when I say this is doing things for me,”

“Things?”

“Oh, you need me to be more explicit?” Eddie teased. “You were hiding at ‘jizzed,’ so I don’t know if you can handle more.”

You pouted dramatically. “I can,”

“Yeah? Can you handle… this?” He cradled the back of your head, moved you so your neck was exposed. Eddie nipped at your skin and made a dumb growling sound that made you laugh. “Whaaaaaat about this?” He unzipped the costume, pushing it front your shoulders and down.

It stopped being funny at that point and started being something else.

Eddie kissed down your chest, freeing you of your bra, then dropped to his knees in front of you. With your hand on his head to keep yourself steady, you let him slide your clothes and underwear off. Standing entirely naked in front of him made you feel infinitely hotter than the costume had.

“Baby,” he whispered, kissing the freckle under your belly button, then pushing his forehead against the softness of your belly. “I love you,”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

Since the night in the secret place, Eddie had spent a great deal of his time angling to get between your legs. He’d tasted you, heard you, felt you, and nothing else he spent his time on was as good as that. There was always studying for exams, Hellfire, and Corroded Coffin. The real high though, was you.

His mouth was on you fast, your legs shaking almost as quick. When you stumbled to move to the bed, lay down for him, Eddie shook his head. “No, no, stay here. Can you stay standing?” he mumbled. “Here,” he said, offering his hands as aids. You threaded your fingers through his, let him hold you up.

“Uh-huh.”

Naturally, your legs wanted to part for him but there was only so much you could do without stacking it. You had to let Eddie press his face into you entirely, had to let him work for it.

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. When you whined out Eddie’s name, he looked up at you and grinned. “Come ‘ere,” he instructed, pulling one of your legs over his shoulders, wrapping an arm around it, keeping his other hand in yours still.

Better.

Like that, with him being not so much in front of, but under you, it felt like you were melting onto Eddie, into him. It felt dirty; you would have blushed but your mind was pop rocks in Coke.

As soon as you unlocked your knee to help you grind, you felt your legs turn to jelly. “Eddie!” you squeaked, hopping backward and falling onto the bed, stopping your orgasm before it even had a chance to bloom. You were laughing, and when Eddie popped up and saw your happy face, he fell in love just a little harder.

“Okay, I’ll come to you,” he said, smiling and crawling up onto the bed. His towel was discarded on the floor. “I, ah, there’s something we could try. If you liked that, I mean,”

“I liked that,” you said, still a little breathless.

“So, okay, so I’d lay on my back, like this,” he explained, moving to be flat on the bed. “And you would sit here.” He pointed to his face, then winked.

You tried to picture it, but you couldn’t calculate the physics. “Um, same problem though? I can’t hold myself up, when it like, gets… good,”

“No, that’s the point. You don’t need to. You just sit,” he corrected. Eddie knew what you were thinking but he didn’t know if it would be better to let you say it and face it, or if he should quell the doubt before it gained traction. “I saw it… in a movie,”

“A movie?” The suspicion was audible.

“Okay, porn. It was porn. You got me,” he said grinning. You laughed, but he could still see the doubt in your face. “I, ah… I actually got that one because, um, the girl looks a lot like you.”

It was a half-truth. Eddie had gone to a buyer’s house to sell him some ket. The guy was already stoned out of his brain and Eddie almost felt bad for contributing to the problem. Then he saw the porn playing on the T.V. set. The girl did look like you. Too much. Eddie popped the VHS out of the machine and replaced it with another sitting close by. The dude on the couch hardly noticed.

“You mean…”

“Yeah,” Eddie confirmed. “Or I can just-” Like he always did, he started to offer an out, an alternative. Safety, always.

“No! No. I, ah…” A pause. A self-affirmation. “I wanna try.”

After a few rounds of the usual ‘are you sure’ cycle, you swung your leg over Eddie, resting on his stomach first.

“Can you close your eyes?” you asked.

Eddie nodded and tried to contain the grin, but as soon as his eyes shut and he felt you move, there was no chance. His mouth would be well and truly open in a second anyway.

It was instant, as soon as you were close enough, Eddie’s arms were around your thighs, pulling you down with enough force that you couldn’t have hovered even if you tried. With all your weight on him, Eddie was a happy man.

Oh.

Fucking oh.

It was a hard yes for both of you.

When you arched your back and leaned your arms behind you, Eddie opened his eyes to watch you. With your belly stretched and your hands pressed against the mattress on either side of Eddie’s hips, you looked like a goddess.

The heavy breathing, the moaning, and the way your body was grinding into him were driving Eddie insane. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he started to wriggle under you. Entirely lost in the feeling, you hardly noticed, but he was rock hard and on the verge of tears. He felt so goddamn good.

Syllables wouldn’t come out when you tried to say his name, so when you felt how close you were to cumming, you curved yourself forward and sunk your fingers into his hair. Eddie smiled; you could feel it.

Higher and higher and higher. You squeaked and shook, then felt yourself sensationally shatter. There’s no word for the sound you made, somewhere between a growl and a scream. Breathing heavy, you rolled off Eddie and looked over at him.

His face was glistening. A feral grin told you everything you needed to know.

“Babe,” he whispered, wiping his face on the back of his hand and moving to lay on his side. “Babe.”

You giggled. “I know,”

“Oh, I know you know.”

You wanted to be closer to him, so you scooted over and mirrored Eddie’s position. It was a picture you never would have predicted for yourself. Not only entirely naked with the light on but laying on your side, gravity pushing your belly to pool on the bed. You didn’t care though, Eddie was grabbing your face and kissing you deeply.

His mouth tasted different, like you, you figured. It was hot and made your kissing needy. Eddie felt the exact same, and the sensation of his painfully hard cock pressing against you, tip leaking, excited you both.

Eddie wrapped his arms around you to close the space between his body and yours. His hips bucked up, letting the friction work its magic. Carefully, he pushed you back onto the mattress, climbed on top, one leg between yours.

As he kissed your neck, rubbed himself against the coarseness of your pubic hair and warm softness of your lower belly, he asked, “Is this… okay?”

You nodded. “Yes. Please.”

Eddie chuckled at the manners, thrusted a little harder. “I’m… I’m so fuckin’ close,” he muttered, barely audible.

Wrapping one leg around his waist, leaving the other for him to straddle, you kissed at whatever you could – Eddie’s cheekbone, the side of his head, his hand when he brought it up to your lips. He whined and bit your neck when you sucked in his index and middle finger, not letting go.

A string of fuck and baby and I love you and you feel so good. Eddie repeated them over and over, words slurring more with each round.

Where the sound of your orgasm was half growl half scream, Eddie’s was half growl half moan. Deeper, then stunted by him holding his breath. You felt the warmth and the stickiness between your body and his. It was simultaneously gross and nice. When you started to giggle uncontrollably, Eddie pulled himself from his post-cum haze to look at you and commit the moment to his long-term memory.

When he sat up, he moves his eyes slowly over every inch of you. You watched his hands hold your sides, dragging downwards. He stopped at your belly button.

“Ah, sorry,” he said with a snort.

“What?”

Eddie pointed. The messy white that was spread across your stomach had pooled in your belly button, like a little cup. When you saw, you made the same snorting sound he had.

“I want… to…” But he stopped himself.

“You gonna say something weird?” you asked, entirely excited.

Eddie moved slowly, like he could hurt himself. He dipped his finger into your belly button, making you laugh again.

“Warm,” was all he said.

You scrunched your face up and shook your head at him. “I thought you were gonna do a body shot,” you told him.

“Do you want me to?” he asked dead serious.

“No, I just thought-”

“Because I will,”

“Eddie, I-”

“I mean, if you dare me, I guess I have to.”

You were laughing. “Eddie!”

“Here we go!”

“EDDIE!” you squealed, but he was leaning down and sucking the fluid from your belly button. Squirming at the feeling, you were unable to tell if you were genuinely a bit disgusted or kind of into it. You settled on feeling weirdly natural.

“How was it?” you asked as Eddie sat up.

“Salty? I’ll start eatin’ more fruit or whatever.” When you frowned, Eddie laughed and shrugged. He’d explain it another time. “Do you want to have a quick shower?”

“Yes,”

“With me,”

“I got it, Eddie,” you told him.

Running the soapy sponge over the curves of your body made Eddie hard again. He blushed, a little embarrassed at how he was playing the ‘horny teenage boy’ role too well.

“I like it,” you whispered, your back pressed to his chest, hot water hitting the front of you. “Makes me feel good,”

“Good. You make me feel good too… Somethin’ very satisfying about cleaning… me… off… you,”

“We should hurry up though. It’s gonna take a while to get ready and it’s like, eight now,”

“Gimme one more minute with you, then you can get out? Start getting ready and I’ll be out in a sec?”

You knew he was going to jerk off as soon as he was alone, but you were into that too.

Back in the bedroom, you were about to put your underwear back on when you had a better idea. Searching through your clothes, you found what you were looking for. Standing in front of the mirror, you liked your reflection.

It took a while to re-do your makeup. The shower had fucked it up a bit, so you started fresh. When yours was done, you sat Eddie down and did his for him, doing your best at making him cute.

“Ears,” you instructed when you were done. Eddie put them on his head. “Perfect.”

…

With an hour or so until midnight, you and Eddie arrived at Gene’s house. Making your way through the crowd, you were relieved to find that most of the focus was on how objectively weird Eddie looked. Eddie – the cult leader, town freak, edgy drug dealer – dressed in a fluffy orange outfit complete with tail pinned to the ass of his pants and ears on a headband. He made for a kind of deranged but beautiful ginger tabby cat.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Gareth screeched as Eddie walked into the kitchen.

Gareth looked like a witch as he stood over a giant pot, stirring the potion inside. It smelt good, Halloweeny, and there were people buzzing around waiting for it to be ready.

“I’m Jones!” Eddie yelled at him.

“Jones?” Gareth saw you then, “Holy shit,”

“Keep it in your pants,” Eddie warned.

“You look… um, good,” Gareth said to you. He looked back at Eddie. “Why Jones and not like, the xenomorph,”

“We’ve got one already,” Eddie replied. You turned around to show Gareth the toy xenomorph stuck to the back of your Ripley jumpsuit.

Gareth laughed. “Alright. Well, fuck. You guys look good. You want some of this? It’s the second batch of the night,” he offered. People around groaned, annoyed that they’d been waiting longer.

“Dungeon Masters get first drinks,” Eddie yelled at everyone and nobody in particular.

Bidding Gareth, who was actually dressed as a D&D character – not a witch, goodbye, you let Eddie take your hand and lead you through the house and out the back to where Gene and Jeff had built a semi-stable somewhat dangerous fire pit.

The circle of people around the blaze, most of which were Hellfire warriors, cheered Eddie’s arrival. Eddie stopped at two chairs occupied by people he didn’t recognise. “Scram,” he ordered.

“Eddie!” you reprimanded.

“Sorry. Scram, please,” he corrected. The people left, and you shot Eddie a look as you sat down. “Don’t give me that face. Mean and scary, remember?”

“Man, you’re not really giving mean and scary right now,” Jeff called across the fire. He was dressed as Freddy Krueger. Esther was sitting next to him, pretty in a dress.

“Yeah, dude, what are you?” Dustin asked, confused at the appearance of his hero.

“Jones from the USCSS Nostromo. This is Ripley,” Eddie explained, nodding to you. You smiled and waved happily, not radiating Ripley energy in the slightest.

“At least you look cool,” Jeff said.

“And we can all agree everyone looks better than Mike,” Gene added.

Mike was sitting next to Dustin, nursing a bottle of beer he was a bit nervous to be drinking at all. “I told you – I’m Billy from Gremlins,”

“I might buy that if you had Gizmo with you. But you’re just wearing your normal clothes,” Gene said.

“Why’s Esther get a free pass?!” Mike argued.

“I’m Freddy’s victim,” she said with a shrug. It was a good enough cover. “Come tomorrow I’ll be dead. There’s a costume change later.” There wasn’t.

“Whatever. Maybe I’m just growing up,”

“You saying I’m a baby, Wheeler?” Eddie challenged, holding his tail up and spinning it.

“No! I just mean-”

“Yeah, whatever man. Where’s Sinclair? What did he come as?” Eddie asked. A silence fell over the group. “He’s at Jason’s, I’m guessin’,”

“Yeah,” Dustin said. “He went as Magic Johnson.”

Eddie could see that Dustin was hurt; he imagined there was a fight about it all. Ultimately, Eddie didn’t really begrudge Lucas. He knew the kid loved basketball, and he was finding his own way. Mostly, he just didn’t want to see him get hurt like so many people that come into contact with the popular kids did.

“Are we supposed to know who that is?” Gene said.

“He’s a basketballer. Lucas’ hero,” you said. Lucas had told you about him once, shown you some pictures he’d cut out of magazines and newspapers. He was important, Lucas had said, not needing to explain why to you.

“Are we supposed to know who you are, Genie?” Eddie added, looking at his friend.

“I’m Jack!” he said, clearly outraged at not being recognised. “Torrance?”

“Where’s your axe?” you asked.

“Fuck. I knew I forgot something.”

Midnight came and went, ghost stories were told, and you and Eddie got suitably drunk on whatever funky shit Gareth had conjured.

“I’m serious, Gee. Anythin’ you want. Jus’ name it. Name it! I need ta know wha’s in it,” Eddie begged.

You were sitting between them on the couch, back against Eddie’s chest as he angled towards his friend, his arms around you, and your legs up on Gareth’s lap, where he held them steady.

“Anything? Pshhh. Such a fuckin’ liar, Munson. Your Warlock? You’d never give ‘er up,”

“Yeah, alright. I’m fulla shit. But you can… Borrow her? For a couple shows? Or… Or I’ll make you DM!”

“I’m already gonna be DM as soon as you graduate,” Gareth rebutted.

“Which he will,” you added.

“Okay, so then jus’ tell me for like, a graduation gift?” Eddie pleaded.

“Tell me! An’ not Eddie. An’ I won’t tell him,” you offered, knowing Gareth would jump at the opportunity to get one up on his friend.

“Hey!” Eddie said, instantly pulling a sulky face.

“You won’t tell him?” Gareth asked. You shook your head. “Alright. Come ‘ere.” You leaned forward and listened as Gareth whispered all the secret ingredients to his pumpkin punch.

Later, when Gareth left to go ask a girl named Gracie to dance (she was dressed as Princess Leia) Eddie pulled you back so you were entirely in his lap on the couch.

“You gonna tell me?” he asked.

“Ah-huh. Later,” you replied, leaning in to kiss him. “He didn’t make me promise sooooo, like, that’s on him?”

“Totally. Rookie mistake,” Eddie agreed.

“Roooooooookieeeeee mistake,” you repeated.

Eddie held your face in his hands and kissed you, he tasted like secret ingredients and Dustin’s mum’s Halloween sugar cookies.

“Are you drunk enough to dance yet?”

“Fuck it. Come on, angel. Show me whatcha got.”

Eddie kept you upright as you danced and twirled around him. He held your hand and spun you under his arms as you sang the words to songs Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead listening to under any other circumstances. Papa Don’t Preach. Manic Monday.

You were breathless when a slow song came on.

There is freedom within, there is freedom without. \

Eddie held you close as you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested against him, letting him sway you around the living room, barely avoiding all the other couples.

Try to catch a deluge in a paper cup.

Eddie winked at Gareth, who still had Gracie with him. His friend blushed and buried his head in Gracie’s neck. Eddie’s attention came back to you. He started to sing quietly.

There’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost. But you’ll never see the end of the road while you’re traveling with me.

A little louder, and you could hear others in the room join in.

Hey now, hey now.

The others heard it too, and suddenly everyone was singing along.

Don’t dream it’s over. Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in. they come, they come to build a wall between us. We know they won’t win.

It’s a moment that never would have happened at Jason Carver’s party.

As the second verse began, Eddie whispered, “Wanna go somewhere, just us?”

You nodded, floated along behind Eddie, hardly watching where you were going as your boyfriend navigated the house. It was late, or early, depending on perspective; people were looking worse for wear, passing out or trying to find an exit. Eddie knew where he was going though, he’d been there before. Gene’s parents were cool and had let Eddie crash in the guest room a couple of times. He knew, therefore, that the door locked and the bed was a queen double.

The light was on in the room, but whoever had been there was long gone. They had been there though. A forgotten bag of candy spilled out across the bed and floor. Someone’s Dracula cape was hung on the back of the desk chair. A pair of devil horns were on the ground. Although the quilt has been disturbed, the bed was still made.

Eddie locked the door and switched off the light. You screamed a drunk little sound, then immediately started to giggle. “Hold on, don’t move. I’ll get the lamp. Don’t, don’t fuckin’ fall over.” He found the lamp, turned around to see you standing very still with your eyes closed. Eddie snorted. “What’re ya doin’?”

“Huh?”

You felt Eddie’s hands around your waist, shaking you a little. When you opened your eyes, he was smiling at you, a Cheshire cat if you’d ever seen one.

“Why’d you close your eyes?”

“What?”

He was too drunk to be bothered with the line of questioning and you were too drunk to meet him halfway.

“You wanna lay down with me?” he asked instead. Eddie was starfishing on the bed before you really answered. You laughed as he took off his furry pants and jacket, leaving him in an old Iron Maiden t-shirt and his boxers.

Following suit, you stripped of your Ripley boiler suit, almost going for a second round of costume in a white singlet and a pair of white underwear. Eddie noticed. “Fuck. Did you do that on purpose?”

“Mayyyyyyyyyyybeeeeeeee,” you said, standing at the edge of the bed, any shadow of self-consciousness drowned in punch and song.

“Angel,” Eddie purred, sitting on the bed, wrapping his arms around your hips and kissing your belly. “Such a good girl.” That’s all it took to make you come undone.

Everything was easier when drunk. Muscles relaxed. Insecurities forgotten. Everything was more difficult too. Bad coordination. Losing focus when a sound was deemed funny.

“Are we gonna forget this?” you asked Eddie.

He stopped what he was doing, popped his head up out of the blanket. “I’m not gonna forget goin’ down on you while ya dressed as Ripley.”

He looked deranged. His painted-on whiskers were smudged and his eyeliner was more raccoon than tabby cat. You couldn’t help but laugh, your belly shaking with the movement.

“You look funny,”

“Funny? I don’t look sexy like this?” Eddie repositioned himself, rested his cheek against your tummy and watched you.

You shook your head. “But you can still touch me,” you offered.

It was Eddie’s turn to laugh. “By the grace of god almighty Ozzy himself, I can still touch her,” he joked, raising a hand up in prayer.

“Actually, maybe, if you want…”

“Yes. I want,” Eddie answered, nodding frantically.

You cackled. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say,”

“I would do anything with you. To you. From you. Fuckin’ whatever.”

Still laughing, you moved out from under him and sat on your knees, your weight resting on your folded legs. Eddie watched you in awe; he loved how your thighs spread and your eyes sparkled and the white singlet pulled across your chest, making the fabric almost see-through.

“It’s your turn,” you told him, moving again. Eddie’s lips parted as you got off the bed, kneeling on the floor beside it. “You come here,” you instructed, patting the edge of the mattress.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie told you, already moving to where you wanted him. His legs slid down either side of you, and you immediately liked the feeling of having your head on his thigh.

He was already hard, as he always was whenever he went down on you, but the sensation of your warm breath so close to him made it painful.

“Want to,” you whispered back to him.

As soon as your hand made contact, Eddie’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. It was enough to drive him insane, but then you made a tentative kitten lick and he moaned, falling back on the bed and clawing at the quilt.

In the rare times you were alone in the Munson trailer, you’d sneakily watched some of the old porn VHSs that were stashed deep under Eddie’s bed. Partly, you wanted to know what he was into. Mostly, you just wanted to see what it was like. Whilst you weren’t into porn, it did give some idea of what to do with Eddie.

“Is this okay?” you asked him, popping him out of your mouth. He whined at the loss of contact. “Is this good?”

“So good, baby,” he managed to get out, waving his hand in the air. “S’perfect. Love you.”

You had been thinking about it long before Halloween. Obviously, Eddie was going to be all yesses and nods and smiles, but if you were honest, you were a tiny bit afraid. Not of him. Never of him. It was more that everything else you’d done, it had mostly been done to you.

Being a recipient was easy, especially with Eddie. What if you weren’t as good as him though? What if you couldn’t make him hard? Make him cum?

When you felt the buzz first hit, the thought had appeared in your head and it looked like an illuminated lightbulb. If that’s how the night was going to end, you’d use the inhibition blocker of alcohol to take that step forward.

The thing about it though, was that he tasted good. It felt good. Powerful. Beautiful. A little bit slutty, but in a very, very good way. And all for Eddie. Just Eddie.

Eddie, who was reacting perfectly – squirming, panting, and mumbling incoherent sentences. He loved you and you were such a good girl and fuck, baby and oh my god. When his hand started to pull at your hair gently, you looked up at him, confused.

“Bab-baby, I’m gonna, gonna, you shhhhould, fuck,” he tried to warn you.

“S’okay,” you told him, keeping your firm grip on the base of his cock and letting him slip back over your tongue. Resolute to swallow, you closed your eyes as his orgasm hit. There was too much though; it spilled from your lips.

Eddie watched as you let him go, watched you cover your mouth with your hand and at least swallow what was left. He sunk to the floor, caging you between his legs.

“You okay?” he asked, his big brown eyes so beautiful you wanted to cry.

“I liked it,” you reported. “Did I do good?”

“Did you-? Fuck, baby…” Eddie grinned, head tilted. “I’m gonna just say it, an’ you can just deal with the embarrasin’ words and shit, okay?”

“‘Kay,”

“And I say all this with so much love. And respect. I respect the fuck out of you, ‘kay?”

“Yep,”

“Come ‘ere.” Eddie pulled you into his arms, earning a surprised squeal from you. Entwined on the bedroom floor, sobering up but drunk on love, you were in your own world. “You were born to suck dick.”

It was a risky review to give, Eddie thought, but when you did the little shoulder shimmy thing you did whenever you were proud, he was a happy man.

“Just yours,” you told him, looking up and fluttering your eyelashes.

“Jesus Christ. I love you.”

Smiling him an I love you too smile, you sat for a while longer. Eddie went in search of water for you both, returning to find you passed out in the bed. He climbed in next to you, snuggled in, and quickly followed you into the dreaming.

Next Chapter: 10 - Royalty

End Note: I had to publish this chapter earlier than intended because I've seen references to Eddie and Alien in two different fanart pieces, and I freaked out because I had that part of the chapter written over a month ago. Honestly, that fandom hive mind is real.

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Little Girl Gone Part 5 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Soft Dom Officer Harrington/ Soft Dom Gangster Eddie & Sub Fem Doctor Y/N, SMUT, overstimulation, dp, light spanking, light choking, aftercare.

ANGST! Reader gets caught in a lie, someone threatens her relationship with Eddie, Reader gets punished for lying, mentions of exes, mentions of Eddie's dick dad, Cliffhanger ending! *evil laughs*

Word Count: 6385

Series here

Steve sighs from his desk at the precinct as he scans through boring paperwork. This is the part of the job he hates. It reminds him of being dragged to his father’s office to “see how the family business is run”. Even as a kid he knew the corporate world wasn’t for him. When he enrolled in the police academy, his mother cried and his dad raged, screaming about how he abandoned his responsibilities. He didn’t care though; he wanted to do something good, not just with his life but for the city around him.

He never expected to fall in love with a criminal nor did he indeed to. To him, Eddie was everything he wasn’t even though the gangster always commented about how similar they both were. After his breakup, Steve hardened his heart and became bitter as he focused solely on the job to avoid the pain he was in. In one 15min car ride, Eddie broke through that barrier and in that moment the officer knew he would do whatever he could to protect him.

His phone vibrated and he grinned when he saw the message was from you.

George Carver is investing in my clinic! Oh my God. I can’t believe he’s still willing.

I can finally get better supplies and give my staff the bonuses they deserve.

That’s amazing, sweetheart! You deserve it. :)

If you need anything else just let me know.

I’m so happy for you, honey. We should celebrate tonight!

I should be out of here on time.

“Steve, there’s a man in interrogation room B asking to speak with you.”

The officer nods towards his colleague, exhaling as he stands and heads that way. When he enters the room, his eyes rake over the seemingly agitated young man as he takes a seat across from him and opens the file that was given to him.

“Gabriel Wiley. I heard you wanted to speak with me.”

“Is that camera still broken? The few times I’ve been in here it was never fixed.”

“Why does it matter, Gabe? Something you don’t want my captain knowing?”

“No…it’s something YOU don’t want him knowing.”

That gets the officer’s attention as he shifts his gaze towards the man in front of him. He wasn’t like the usual people brought in or who came in with a tip that could help. Gabriel was well dressed from top to bottom in an expensive looking suit but seemed as if he had been pulling on it from stress as the tie was missing and the top few buttons were undone.

“I don’t have time for this so if we can get on with it—”

“I need Edward Munson to stay away from Y/N.”

Steve blinked in surprise as he folded his arms and leaned forward.

“How do you know Y/N?”

“Does THAT matter? She’s not safe with him and as his friend I would imagine you would want to keep the peace between everyone.”

“Are you threatening him?”, the officer growled.

“No… but the people I do business with could do some damage to them both and I don’t want that. You have three days, Mr. Harrington.”

As the man stood up, Steve flew from his chair, grabbing the man’s collar, and roughly pushing him against the wall.

“If you hurt either of them, I swear to God, they will never find your body.”

Gabriel nods as if accepting that this will be his fate as he pats the officer’s arms, signaling to let him go.

“Nothing will happen if she stays away from him.”

***

“Stevie, you’re finally here! I got champagne and Y/N put some food in the oven so oddly enough you’re right on time—”

“Do you know this man?”, he interrupts as Steve shoves his phone screen in your face.

“What? No. Why?”

“What about you, Ed?”

Eddie takes the phone and gives it a good once over.

“I’ve never met him but other gangs in town hire low level people all the time. Garth and Jeff know better than to do that on my side. I don’t like having people I don’t know in my organization. Why, babe? What happened?”

The officer sighs as he throws a file on the counter that his boyfriend opens and sifts through.

“Gabriel Wiley came in today asking for me by name and said that you needed to leave Y/N. We had three days or else ‘things would happen’.”

“What THINGS?”, the gangster grumbled low in anger.

“I don’t know. We need to find out who he is working for. It looks like he’s done some petty crimes…did about 6 months in Hawkins Pen…”

“Maybe I should talk to him…since it seems to involve me and he doesn’t want me with you.”

“That may be exactly what he wants. No, Y/N, just stay with me for the time being, ok?”, Eddie practically pleads as you nod.

The three of you try to still celebrate the evening with both men drinking way more alcohol than they should. You knew better, pretending to sip more than you actually were. After they passed out, you slithered out of their hold to scan the file Steve had brought home with him.

Gabriel had been arrested numerous times like the officer mentioned for things like disorderly conduct and theft. He spent 6 months in jail for robbing a store in Eddie’s territory but since then he hasn’t seemingly been in any trouble.

Grabbing your bag, you slipped out of the loft, down the back stairs, and headed for your car.

###############

Gabriel answered the door when you knocked in just his sweats and a shocked expression.

“Y/N, what are you—”

“What are YOU doing, Gabe?”, you asked in annoyance as you pushed past him into his home. “Why are you going to police stations to threaten the life of a gangster?”

“Why are you dating one?!”

“That’s none of your concern! You’re the one who refused to get your life together!”

“Oh, so you upped your game from blue collar criminals to full on murderers?”, he asked as he leaned against the back of his couch.

“Fuck you! I’m finally happy and with someone who cares about me—”

“And I didn’t?!”

You both heavily sigh as you place your hands on your hips.

“Why did you threaten me and Eddie to Steve today?”

“I didn’t threaten you. Someone is upset that you’re with him—”

“Who?”

“I can’t tell you. I’m not even supposed to be talking to you or that cop but… Y/N, I loved you. I never stopped. Even after I went in and you dumped my ass. I told myself when I got out I would grovel at your feet but then things happened…I needed to keep you safe.” His eyes meet yours with sympathy for a moment before they flood with anger. “You need to leave and you need to leave Edward Munson, Y/N, or else.”, he growled as he grabbed your arm and started pushing you towards the front door.

As he swings it open, he gasps as he comes face to face with the gangster himself.

“You know, I had a feeling you were lying when you said you didn’t know him but I’m kind of disappointed that you thought we were stupid enough to fall for the ‘feed them alcohol till they pass out’ trick.” Eddie’s tone seemed calm but even you could tell he was furious.

While you both backed away from him and he slammed the door shut, you backed into a broad chest that genuinely startled you.

“Or else what, Gabe?”, Steve asked as he continued to step forward making the other boy stumble to the side as he backed you into the gangster, his eyes never leaving yours. “She needs to leave Eddie or what?”

“This is…I told you to…to talk to them. This is a bad idea, Steven.”, Gabriel huffed in what sounded like fear.

“You lied to us. Why?” When your jaw clenched in defiance, his fingers pinched your cheeks. As the other man moved to defend you, Eddie pushed him to the ground and placed his boot on his chest. “From what I heard, he sounds like an ex, is that right?”

“Yes.”, you spat.

“Why did you lie?” When you didn’t respond, he backed you into the wall and hovered his face in front of yours. “You are in a lot of trouble so I would skip the theatrics and come clean now. Why did you lie?”

When you push at his chest, his hand comes back around to grab your bicep and pushes you a bit roughly onto the couch. Helplessly you watch as both men grab your ex and throw him on the carpet in front of you as Eddie punches him hard in the face.

“You said someone didn’t like that they were together. Why?”

“Go ahead and kill me. If I tell you everything, I’m dead anyway.”

The gangster hits him again as Steve grabs a chair from the kitchen and places it in front of you as he straddles the back.

“Why did you two break up? I heard him say you left him. Why?”

“Does it matter?”

“It does because we asked. Now I’m starting to get annoyed with having to repeat myself so this is the last time I’m going to ask. Why did you two break up?”

“If you hurt him anymore I’ll leave you both, Steve.”

“B-Both? You’re with both of them?”, Gabe asked in surprise as his head fell back against the floor and he chuckled. “Jesus, this is way worse than I thought. Are you fucking him to?”, he asked Eddie whose eyes darkened at the man’s tone. “Just fucking kill me, Munson. I barely have it in me to kill the woman I love let alone a fucking cop.”

“Gabriel, what are you talking about? Did Jason Carver send you?”, Eddie asked as the man continued to smile before sighing. “Hey! Focus! Who do you work for?”

“Hawkins Penitentiary. Three years ago. Cell block G.”

The gangster’s eyes swiftly met his partner’s as he releases his hold on your ex. Promptly rising to his feet, he flies out the door with Steve following hastily after.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

Leaving the man on the floor, you run after them finding them arguing back and forth as the officer tries to stop Eddie from getting behind the wheel.

“NO! You can’t confront him right now!”

“Steve, this is completely different then the Jason thing. I need to know why. Keep an eye on her and don’t let her leave my place. I don’t care what excuse she gives you. We’ll deal with her when I get back.”

Pausing for a moment, Eddie turns to give his boyfriend a passionate kiss before getting into his car and speeding away.

###############

Steve paces as he waits for his partner to come back. It had been over two hours since Eddie left and the officer was getting restless.

“Steve—”

“Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear it.”

Thirty minutes later the door to the apartment opens as the gangster strides in with heavy shoulders as he sighs.

“Are you ok, honey?”, the man asks as he cups his face in his hands.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I straighten everything out but…”

“Is Gabe going to be ok?” Their eyes shift your way as you rise to your feet and place yourself in front of him. “Eddie…”

“I made a deal to keep you both, well Y/N, safe. I told his employer I’d dispose of him myself.”, he relayed in a calm demeanor as his chocolate hues never left your face. A heavy exhale left your lips as the tears began to flow.

“Please tell me you didn’t…”

“I didn’t. I gave him some money and one of my guys is taking him to the next state over so he can get on a plane to leave the country. He fucked up but I guess we were lucky he was fucking in love with you.” Glancing towards Steve, he continued to relay information. “He was supposed to kill her to get back at me for ‘ruining his business’. Asshole is super fucking petty; always has been. Seems he doesn’t know about you. I’m surprised Jason hasn’t told him.”

“Who was he working for?”

Both men glared your way before the officer produced his handcuffs flashing them in your direction.

“Are you going to answer our questions or are we doing this hard way?”

Fear dances through your eyes before they harden and glare right back.

“You said you would never use those tactics on me. That you would never hurt me.”

“That’s correct.”

Steve lunges forward taking ahold of your arm, clinging to you tightly as you wrestle against him. Eddie drags a chair to the living room where you are placed and restrained as you begin to cry tears of frustration.

“You can say ‘red’, Y/N, and we would stop right now. We meant what we said…we would never hurt you or use those methods to get you to talk but we know other ways.”, the gangster explained as he placed himself on his knees in front of you.

They both waited for you to use the safe word, minutes passing as his eyes scanned your face. After a while, he nodded towards the officer behind you and you listened as he rummaged around the area behind you while Eddie cupped your face in his hands to try your tears.

“Am I allowed to be rough to?”

The gangster couldn’t help but chuckle as his fingers began unbuckling your jeans so he could pull them down.

“You kind of are already by making this harder than it has to be. I don’t understand why you didn’t just tell us the truth. But sure, sweetheart, give us what you got.”

“Don’t mock me.”

“Or what, little girl? What are you gonna do?”

“What is it with you and chairs? Why do you always try and intimidate people in one? Is it so you can feel bigger than them?”

“We can move you to the railing if you’d like so you can stand.” After he nods again behind you, you wait as you feel Steve begin to uncuff you.

“5 bucks, Munson.”

“You’re on.”

You had no idea what they were talking about but as soon as you were free your foot pushed against Eddie’s chest as you bolted for the stairs. Your plan was to gain the upper hand in his bedroom with your back to a wall but you should have known better. Steve did this for a living.

You barely made it two steps before his arms were wrapping around you and pinning you to the floor. As he straddled your waist, he held your wrists down as you tried to wrestle back against his hold.

“Told you.”, he sang.

“I didn’t think she’d actually try and run. Fight back maybe but.”, Eddie laughed as he replaced his boyfriend’s grasp on your arms and dragged you the rest of the way towards the stairs. “Always surprising me, princess.”

Steve restrained you again to one of the rails behind you with your limbs above your head. You continued to try and kick him with your legs but when his hand came down hard on your behind you stopped. Almost too delicately, he removed your panties and you watched as he opened a decorative box, pulling out a new pair. Sliding them up your body, you shivered as the pads of his fingers traced your skin.

You knew immediately something was off as the crotch area of the lace felt a bit heavier than a normal pair of underwear.

“I actually bought this for you a while ago and saved it thinking it would be a fun anniversary present or just something to utilize as you walk around the loft.”, Eddie grins in amusement as he takes a seat in the chair you were previously in. “Now, let’s try this again, Y/N. Why did the two of you break up? He seems to still be in love with you so I imagine you did the dumping.”

Your jaw clenches as you turn your head away from them. Both men sigh as something beeps and the panties you were wearing come to life. As the little vibrations play with your clit, you glare their way again.

“Fuck you.”

“This thing is pretty nifty. I spent a good chunk of cash on it so I’m hoping it makes you feel really good, baby. See, we have this remote here that controls the setting and it can vibrate at 4 different levels. The one you’re feeling right now is that first one.”

Your eye lids flutter at his admission as your defiant features falter slightly. If this was the lowest setting, you were in trouble.

Locking his intense eyes with yours, he presses the next setting.

“Fuck.”

You expect them to throw more questions your way but they remain silent as they watch you get slowly built up before your first orgasm washes over you.

“Why did you two break up?”

As you shake your head, Eddie bumps it up to the next level making you whine. By your fourth orgasm, you were a mess, your legs weakly thrashing about as you tugged on the cuffs around your wrists.

“I’m losing my patience, Y/N, especially since this is the easiest question to answer out of all the ones we have. WHY did you two break up?” Growling in annoyance Eddie began to reach for the next setting before you cut him off.

“NO! No, please. He went to jail. He went to jail.”, you cried as you felt the build up again.

“For robbing a store?”, Steve asked and you nodded.

“What? Couldn’t wait 6 months? Doesn’t really give me hope if I go in.”, the gangster replied sarcastically making you angry.

“It wasn’t his first offence. He had been getting in trouble off and on for years. I warned him! I told him if he got in trouble again I’d leave.”

“For years, huh. How long were you together?” They watched as your head hung as the coil snapped again. “You know what, Ed, I’m kind of hungry. Why don’t we go to kitchen downstairs and come back in about an hour—”

“2 years.”, you cried. “We were friends in college before we-we started dating.”

“Color, Y/N?”

They marveled at your defiance even in your current state as you spit in their direction.

“Green, sir!”

Stomping your way and tired of your attitude, Eddie beckons Steve to release you and as soon as he does you fall into his arms, clinging to his neck as another orgasm ripples through your body.

“Why didn’t you tell us you knew him?”

“Please, Eddie—”

Moving part of the now damp silk out of the way, he slide two of his fingers into your core and pumped them at a fast pace overwhelming your senses as you circled your arms tighter around him.

“He said he still loved you. Do you still love him?”, Steve asked sternly as he kneeled beside you both.

“NO! H-H-How could you ask me that?! After everything I’ve done for you!”

“Then why did you lie?!”

“I didn’t want you to hurt him!”, you shouted as you trembled against him, soaking his fingers.

You feel Eddie move around as you continue to cling to him before the vibration between your legs abruptly stops. Laying your head against his chest, you listen to his heartbeat and use it as an anchor to slow your breathing.

“He worked for my father.” Leaning back, your eyes widen at the gangster’s admission.

“That’s most likely why he never came back to ‘grovel at your feet’.”, Steve added.

“I don’t understand. He only did…little things like…stealing cars and—”

“That’s how my dad started.”, Eddie sighed. “Why do you think he’s so fucking sloppy? Even Gabe was sloppy. Fucking walking straight into a police station to threaten me to a cop? Friend or not that’s a bad idea, not just for himself but for Steve. Probably why my dad’s been using him for small favors. They met during those 6 months, Y/N. He was in a different part of the prison but Allen made a deal with some of the guards to have him moved. He had originally intended to punish him for breaking into a store in ‘his’ territory. He likes to pretend it’s still his in there.”

“As a trade so to speak, instead of killing him they used him to do things on the outside. I wouldn’t know about it because I don’t care about petty crimes like robbery especially since no one got hurt. For things like that, I let Steve do his job.”

“Why…why would your dad want me dead?”

He smirks to himself as he answers.

“Because I’m happy. You see, sweetheart, it REALLY pisses him off that not only am I in charge but I’m a way better leader than he ever was and he knows that. If he had known about Steve, he probably would have sent someone a long time ago. Hopefully not the same guy because as you saw…he couldn’t do it.”

“And he’s not going to kill Eddie because too many people would turn on him including his uncle. Wayne’s not a violent man but he’d kill anyone who hurt his nephew.”

“When I went down there I didn’t tell him Gabriel was your ex but he already knew. Said that the asshole didn’t stop talking about you to grunts that were loyal to my dad. Fucking idiot…”

“Especially for a man preaching that he wanted to keep you safe.”, Steve murmured.

“Which is probably another reason he made a deal with me to kill him. A ‘your life for his’ trade so to speak. Y/N, I need you to understand that it took EVERY ounce of energy for me not to follow through.”

“Why didn’t you?”, you whisper. “Especially since you think I still love him.”

Their jaws clenched at your accusation as Eddie heavily exhaled.

“I told you, little girl. I don’t enjoy killing people. If I don’t have to then I don’t.”

“Yet you wanted to?”

“Of course, I did. He could have gotten you both killed. Gabriel put you in danger and put Steve at risk. In this business, babe, sloppiness like that either puts you in jail like Allen or gets you killed and if I decided to kill him I would still have been able to sleep at night.”

It was your turn for your face to harden once more as you pushed yourself out of their embrace and utilized the rail to get to your wobbly feet.

“Now who’s lying? Do you think I’m stupid? Yeah, maybe, that’s part of the reason you wanted to kill him but I know you, Eddie. I also heard you on that first night. ‘No one touches what’s mine.’ It fucking kills you that he still loves me, doesn’t it? If you could remove the ‘competition’ you would.”

Getting to his feet as well, the gangster stalks towards your pants and panties, tossing them roughly at your chest.

“You want to fucking leave and go be with that asshole? Have at it. Hell, I’ll even drop you off myself. We can take Steve’s cruiser that way we can get you there faster and away from us.”

“What about you, Steven? Could you have killed him out of jealousy?”

“In a heartbeat.” You blinked, taken aback by his answer. “I heard him yell at you saying that you ‘upped your game’ or some bullshit to a gangster but do you know the real reason you stay even though Eddie and I do way worse? Because we fucking care. For three years, Y/N, he’s been doing whatever Allen told him without question yet he supposedly loved you but when you begged him to stop doing what he was doing he didn’t. When he got out, he could have done the same thing Munson just did for him and ran away with you but he didn’t.”

“He didn’t give a fuck about you. I’m sorry, honey, but it’s true. We…” Steve gestures between him and Eddie. “…we do. We could have killed Gabriel. He could have brought him back here and we could have fucking tortured the hell out of him for threatening you but we didn’t because it would have hurt you. You asked us not to so we didn’t.”

“You’re right, Y/N. Like Steve, you are mine and no one hurts or touches what’s mine but that doesn’t mean Iwant to be the one to hurt you. I’m not vindictive like Allen and you’re not my possession. You’re my partner.”

“OUR partner.”

“Now, little girl, you want me to be honest? Here it is. Yes, the thought crossed my mind of following through and killing him especially when I think about him saying he still loves you. When he had his hands on you when he opened the door… He had the audacity to touch you… Fuck, I wanted to break his legs and tear him in half. Steve could have helped hide his body and then remove any evidence that he had any contact with us. I pictured it over and over on the drive back here…but I didn’t…because I love you.”

When your gaze shifted towards Steve, the officer shrugged as he nodded.

“I loved you since the first sassy thing came out of your mouth. I fell in love with you that night after Andrew. You let me take care of you, fell asleep in my arms, and I knew then I didn’t want to let you go.”

“If…If I asked you to give up this life…and run away somewhere with me…would you?”, you ask in a small tone as your head slightly hangs.

You’ve done this dance before and the answer killed you.

“You robbed a fucking liquor store? Why?! What did you need so badly that—”

“Y/N! I don’t have time for this! You’re my one phone call. Now I need you to come bail me out and—”

“With what money, Gabe?! You promised me. You promised me you would shape up and stop doing shit like this!”

“With what money, babe?”, he replies sarcastically. “You think college is fucking cheap? You think a house, marriage, and all that comes free?!”

“Well thankfully none of that is your concern anymore!”

“What?”

“I’m done…”

Gabriel releases a breathy sigh before responding again.

“Y/N, baby, please… I can do better. I’ll be more careful and—”

“Of course.”

Your head shoots up at Eddie’s answer as Steve nods as well.

“I’d never ask you to do that… I know people depend on you here.”

“I know, sweetheart.”, the gangster whispered.

“So, what’s the plan, honey?” You look at the officer in confusion before he turns around and grabs his keys. “Are we driving you to where Gabriel is?”

Your head shakes as the day hits you and you start bawl.

“Can we take a break, please?”

“Yeah, baby. It’s been a rough night. Do you want to go home?”, Steve asks and again you shake your head. Slowly, he walks forward till he’s inches in front of you. “Y/N, are you in that vulnerable headspace we talked about?” When you nod, he lifts you into his arms and you promptly wrap your limbs around him as you rest your head on his shoulder.

You heard the long-haired boy pass you as he went up the stairs and the officer followed with you in tow.

“Honey, do you want to take a bath or anything?”

“I’m sorry I lied.”

“Thank you but, baby girl, that’s not what I asked.”

“I’d like a bath, please.”

You cling to his neck as he holds you waiting for Eddie to finish getting everything together and places you down gently in the warm water. Closing your eyes, you heavily sigh.

“I love you to…both of you…so much. I-I-I’ve wanted to say something before but you two have been together for over a-a year. The three of us have been seeing each other for a couple of months. I didn’t want to scare you off or—”

Fingers grabbed your chin as a cigarette tasting mouth met your own.

“Always be open with us, sweetheart. Always. Say it again…please.”

You chuckle through your tears as he smiles against your lips.

“I love you, Eddie and Steve.”

As their kisses become more heated, you feel yourself becoming desperate to have them make you theirs.

“I want you both…please…”

“Y/N, you need a break.”, the officer chuckles at your earnestness.

“I had one. I’m ok. Please, please, please. I need to feel you both inside of me.”, you purr as your hand strokes his cock causing him to groan a bit.

The gangster leans forward and kisses your shoulder as your breathing halts at the sudden intrusion of his thick fingers in your ass.

“Have you ever done this before?”

“It’s…It’s been a while. Shit, that feels…amazing.”

Steve grins as his lips tenderly run along your chin to your neck and you cling to him as he guides two of his own fingers deep into your cunt.

“Jesus, Eddie. She’s so fucking tight. I don’t think this little pussy can take much more.”

“Nooooooo, Steve. Please.”, you whine. “I can take it. I can take it. I can…”

“Fuck, sweetheart.” Climbing out of the tub, the long-haired boy splashes water everywhere and wraps his arm around your body to lift you off his boyfriend, carrying you haphazardly back into the bedroom. Your soaking wet frames trench his mattress as he lays on his back behind you and situates you with your back to him straddling his waist.

“I’m gonna hold my cock…and you just…lower that sexy ass onto it…as slow as you need to.”, he panted.

Nodding, his length twitches in anticipation as you hold your cheeks open giving him a good view before gradually beginning to take him in.

“Oh. O-oh, Steve?”

“I’m right here, honey. You’re doing so good. I got you.”, he cooed as he rested his palm on your hip in front of you while his other caressed your face. “There you go. Just take your time, pretty girl.”

It felt like an eternity but when your hips finally connected with the gangsters, you carefully leaned your back onto his chest noticing then that his eyes were closed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Just…trying not to cum early.” He smirked when you giggled. “You feel so good, Y/N. Your ass is just fucking choking my dick.”

Steve noticed your pussy flutter at the man’s words and he can’t help himself, leaning forward and licking a long stripe through your folds making you shudder.

Inching towards you two on his knees, he reared back and spit onto your clit, rubbing it in with the tip of his cock, teasing you before he guided himself into your entrance.

“Ah…God fucking damn it. I told you, Y/N…tight.”

Your head fell back as you begun to feel overwhelmed with the feeling of them inside you.

“St-Steve, baby, I-I-I can feel you. Fuck I’m not gonna last long.”, Eddie whined causing the officer to bite his bottom lip as he thrust his hips at a faster pace. “What about you, princess? Are y-you alright?”

You didn’t respond, you could barely catch your breath let alone think. Ringed fingers circled around your throat as your mouth fell open and the officer’s deep voice pushed through the fog.

“He asked you something, little girl. Are you in pain?”

“No.”, you murmur.

“Do we need to stop or slow down?”

“N-No. Please. Fuck me.”

Steve couldn’t help but chuckle as his head hung and both men moved at a faster, harder rhythm. Eddie’s palm looped around to massage your tit as the other boy’s thumb reached down to play with your bundle of nerves.

A sudden feeling you had never felt before ran through your body and crashed into you like a wave. You screamed as you trembled, panting heavily as the coil in your stomach aggressively snapped and your felt something wet drench your lower half.

“Jesus fucking… Christ.”, Steve stuttered as his hips stopped moving and he dug his fingers into your waist as he came.

At the sight above him, Eddie couldn’t hold back any longer as he hugged you to him and with a few more pumps released his seed inside of you.

“D-Did…Did she…?”

“Yeah. Yeah, she did.”

It took them a few seconds to realize you had started to quietly sob into the pillow beside you and as carefully as they could they pulled out of you, moving your hair back so they could see your face.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong, honey?” Are you ok? Was it too much?”

“T-T-That…That’s never…never happened before… It just…felt so good. Did I ruin the moment?”

“Oh, sweetie. No, no not at all. That’s perfectly normal. Well…not for us…Aren’t you a doctor? You’ve never—OW!”, Steve gasped when his boyfriend smacked his bicep, widening his eyes as if to tell him to shut up.

“Y/N, what my idiot is trying to say is we’ve never made a girl…squirt…before. Geez, it sounds kind of crass doesn’t it?”, Eddie laughs making you softly smile. “You didn’t ruin anything, sweetheart. That was actually really sexy. Did you see what you did to him? Turned him into a teenager again.”

Steve grins as he blushes and lays down in front of you, placing a light kiss on your nose.

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t ruin anything.”

“No, you didn’t. I’m, um, I’m really tired though…heavy.”

“I can imagine but we can’t fall asleep with the bed in the state it’s in.”, Eddie jests as he gets to his feet and gently lifts you into his arms. “Babe, I’m going to give her a quick shower. I have some clean sheets in that closet back there.”

The officer bounces out of the bed and kisses his partner before placing a soft one on your cheek as you keen into the gangster’s neck.

You’re so blissed out and exhausted, everything moves in a blur as you feel warm water on your skin, Eddie’s gentle touches, and the comfort of soft, clean sheets.

“I’m sorry I lied to you. I swear I’ll never hurt you like that again.”

Arms circle around you as both men nuzzle their faces into your skin.

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“Please be advised, going into Munson compound in 5.”

Steve’s eyes blink slowly open at the sound of his radio cackling.

“Shouldn’t Harrington be here? This is his case.”

“Well, maybe, he’ll actually answer his phone next time.”

Eddie’s head lifted as their eyes met. Reaching for his phone, he sent a message before getting out of bed and smashing it against the wall.

That startled you awake but Steve’s palm over your mouth silenced you from making any noise. After making a shushing motion with his finger, he pointed towards his radio.

“3 minutes till entry.”

Pushing against your back, he ushered you out of bed and quickly threw some of Eddie’s clothes over your naked body. Once you were situated, he hastily threw on his own clothes, and grabbed his gear along with anything else that would incriminate him as the three of you hurried down the stairs.

Tugging on his hand, you pause as you show them a text message you got around 3am that morning.

“Y/N,

I’m sorry for how things ended with us. I loved you and I was so fucking stupid for letting you go. I should have fought for us but I robbed that store instead. I knew Allen wouldn’t me go and I knew if I ran back to you, he would use you against me like he did with Eddie.

He seems like a good man but I’m sorry, babe. I can’t let him to get you killed.

Don’t be with him in the morning and don’t warn him.

It won’t matter, trust me.

Run, Y/N. Hell, take the cop with you if you have to have one of them but stay away from anything Munson.

You have no idea what they’ve done…what they’re capable of…

I love you,

Gabriel

“You were right…I should have let you--”, you whispered.

Eddie yanked your arm cutting you off and cupped your cheeks as his lips passionately kissed yours.

“One minute to entry. This is it, guys.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo, pretty girl. I’ll be ok. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you to.”, you cry as Steve pulls you two apart and pushes you towards a vent he had pried open.

The gangster shrugs, fighting the tears that want to push through.

“I’ll find out what they know. It can’t be much.”

“Enough to storm my building. They’ve never done that before.”

The officer grabs the back of his boyfriend’s neck as they kiss and hug each other tightly.

“Everything’s going to be ok, honey. I promise. I love you so much.”

“I love you to, my paladin.”

After you climbed in, Steve followed and Eddie hurriedly closed the grate behind you two just as a loud explosion filled your ears.

You both watch through the window of metal as the gangster cleared his throat and his face hardened as he listened to the sound of officers screaming as they banged against his front door.

“You’re going to follow me, ok?”, Steve whispers as you nod but as he turns to move, you freeze as you see Eddie raise his hands in surrender and the door loudly bursts open.

Officers scream at him to get on the ground, grabbing him, and pinning him to the carpet as they handcuff his hands behind his back.

“Come on, guys. You know I like it rough but this is ridiculous.”, he joked.

“Shut the fuck up, Munson. You’re in a lot of trouble”, Detective Hopper scolds.

Lightly tugging on your sleeve, Steve motioned for you to follow with the gangster’s sarcastic chuckles echoing behind you.

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Summary : Y/n works on set with jackass and Bam has a thing for her. One question leads to 100 feelings.

This was supposed to just be a smut but I got way too invested in the story since there will be a part 2 !

Long story , angst, drinking, swearing, implying smut (smut in chapter two) , fighting , use of y/n,

Chapter one : feelings on fire 🔥

Arter leaving med school you didn’t have much of a plan. You had recently graduated and your parents were so proud of you. You loved seeing them happy and proud but the whole time that you’d had been studying you knew in the back of you’re head that you were only doing it for them and you really couldn’t wait until you could move on.

after graduating there was a period of time where you had no idea what you wanted to do or where you wanted to be.

Everyday you’re parents would call and ask if you had applied for any new jobs or if you were thinking about studying even more which you totally knew you weren’t gonna do again.

You were living in a small apartment in San Francisco and just down the street was convenience store where you would either stop by on you’re way home from a night out to grab some hangover essentials or where you would end up on those nights were chips and a large coke called you’re name.

Tho today was different. After a long conversation over the phone with your dad about the different hospitals he had found that we’re looking for new people you needed air.

You felt as if the pressure from your parents had transformed into two real dumbbells sitting on your shoulders.

As you walked in to the convenience store you saw a man standing opposite the counter talking to Gary. The manager of the shop.

Gary looked away from the guy he was talking to and gave you a wink .

You just gave him a smile back and walked toward the candy isle.

As you were looking at what chocolate bar to buy you took out one of your headphones from your ear closets to the counter.

“Yeah we’ve been filming all day, the guys are at the hotel getting some rest. We leave tomorrow for LA and if I know the guys right there will be some great footage from there so keep your eyes open for the next movie. Hey thanks for letting me put of the posters on you’re fly board , have a good one”

The guy left and you felt you’re legs walk towards the counter quicker than you where prepared for. You handed Gary the candy bar and looked over at the fly board .

“Who was that ?” Just above a missing person poster you saw.

“JACKASS MOVIE CAST LOOKING FOR ON SET MEDIC. MUST HAVE MEDICAL TRAINING AND BE ABLE TO COME ALONG IN TOUR “

“I don’t know, some guy named Jeff wanting to put up some posters and talked about a new movie coming out “ Gary said whilst scanning you’re item.

You looked out the glass door and before you could even think about what to say you opened the door and ran out and after the guy that had just left.

“Hey! Hey you! Wait! “ you ran up to him and he turned around to meet you’re face.

“Hey I saw the poster you put up in there”

He looked at you up and down.

“Hey! I don’t need any fan girls trying to get close to my guys, you can meet them at our next meet and greet “ He turned around and opened the car door.

“Fan girl? I don’t know what you’re filming and I haven’t heard about jackass but I am a trained medic, I recently graduated med school and I’ve been looking for somewhere to work “ you sounded a bit desperate but maybe that’s because you were.

He turned around again and smiled.

And that is how you ended up in the situation you are in right now.

Working as a medic on the set of Jackass and going from place to place with the guys.

Patching up cuts and putting cream in bruises and forcing everyone to wear a helmet when a ramp was involved.

A few months had gone buy since you had first met Jeff and you’ve gotten to know the guys very well by know. Even tho they are pranksters by heart they never wanted to do anything that would hurt their “on set angel” as they said. But now and then someone would jump out behind a corner and scare you or leave a fake cockroach in the medic trailer.

It was a hot and sunny day and Ryan had just helped you put up canopy outside your trailer so that you could help the guys outside but not be in the sun directly.

“Thanks Ry” you said and smiled towards Ryan. Since becoming part of the team Ryan and you had become close and he felt as an older brother to you and he felt he wanted to make everything as easy as possible for you.

“No worries y/n, hey you coming out with us later tonight ? We are going to the local bar to get some drinks and talk shit , probably throw some darts so I think I you might be needed there “ he smiled a cheeky smile at you.

“What you guys do on you’re free time is not my problem, but maybe, they just released the latest episodes of Hollywood wives so I might stay in “

“Aaaw come on you know you’ll have a good time with us, dance all night , drink all night and make questionable decisions “ Dunn said coming closer moving his hips as his hands were on his head and showing you the good time he is promising.

“I bet you get some real hotties with those moves “ you laughed at him.

Just as he was about to show you something you probably didn’t wanna see Bam came lumping in on one leg, holding his hand over his thigh and whining.

“What the fuck are you doing Dunn , never mind move over Knoxville just shot me with that stupid paintball gun and I feel like I’m dying” He hopped up on the foldable hospital bed that was a necessity to bring with us whilst filming. Dunn started to mimic Bam as he left and called him a loser.

You stood by Bam with rubbing alcohol in one had and ointment cream in the other. “Well let’s see the damage” Bam started taking of his black jeans hissing at the pain of the fabric rubbing against the area where he got shot. He hopped back onto the bed and you assed the damage. “Ouch I think this one might hurt a few weeks Bam, really all I can do is clean it and put some cream but it might bruise bad “

“Isn’t your whole job here to make us feel better “ Bam said with a hiss as you started cleaning the paint off his leg.

“I’m an on set medic Bam, not an on set whore “ you said with a stern look up at him.

He chuckled, his hand was holding over his dark purple boxers, and you couldn’t help but notice it.

“Are you an at home whore tho” Bam said with a big smile and as he watches you massaging in the white cream on his leg. “This scene reminds me of something “

You stood right up with your back again and gave him a look that said more than words.

You turned your back to take off your plastic gloves and throw them in the trash.

You could feel Bams eyes eyeing you up and down from behind.

Ever since joining the guys on set everyone has been very respectful and nice, even tho they sometimes flirt, but it was more of a friendly flirt. The way the only girl on set would be flirted with. But with Bam it was different. When he said something it felt real. As if he meant it. As if if you said yes to one of the many crazy things he suggest daily he would not think one second about doing it.

You didn’t have much experience. You were never really interested in hanging out with guys in high school and you never had the time when you studied. But you weren’t totally clueless. It was mostly random hookups from nights out with some work friends, never anything serious.

You kept your feelings pretty much to your self.

Sometimes Bams jokes could get a little much when he said stuff like that and you didn’t really know what to say or how to react. You tried to stay as professional on set but with the guys it was pretty much impossible.

“Are you a virgin y/n” Bam broke the silence and awoke you from your thoughts. It was a very straightforward question even from Bam.

You turned around and looked at him. “What ? Why would you ask me that”

He had that cheeky smirk he always had when he was up to something.

He stood up and pulled his pants up, zipping up his zipper but still keeping eye contact with you.

“What? I can’t try to get to know you ? “

“You don’t get to know someone by asking that” you told him.

“So you are a virgin”

You were happy none of the guys was near. You felt your cheeks become hot.

“No Bam I’m not. Anything else you want to know before I kick you out of here or shoot you myself with knoxvilles gun “ you said annoyed.

Bam took a few steps towards you.

“You know he doesn’t let anyone touch his gun, it’s like his child”

“Maybe not you guys , but I’m cute and all it takes is batting my eyelashes at him and I’ll have it here in a second “ you stepped away and walked past Bam. You sprayed the bed down with sanitizer and wiped it clean.

“Ouf, harsh” Bam turned around and looked at the way you were bent over the bed to reach all the corners.

You could feel the tension in the air and it was hard to tell your own feelings.

“Yes, harsh” you said “ so get outta here before I make it happen “

“You said I could have one more question”

You sighed and looked at him. “Will it make you leave me alone for the rest of the day “

“Maybe “ his smiled had changed. He had a crooked grin and his puppy dog eyes didn’t leave yours.

“ why don’t you ever talk about you’re family or you’re personal life with us, or with me” the tension grew stronger but it felt more sharp this time.

You didn’t know what to say. It was common for the guys to talk about their family’s or friends or personal life on breaks or when you guys went out.

Since you had joined the jackass team your parents couldn’t be more disappointed and angry with you. They told you that you had let them down and that you wasted your training. After you left San Francisco you hadn’t spoken to them. Not really by choice tho. You tried to call home now and then but no one would pick up.

When you got stressed or uncomfortable you would fidget. And Bam noticed that.

You listened to his question whilst you cleaned some of the medical stuff in your kit that didn’t need cleaning.

Bam broke the silence again. “You can tell me stuff y/n”

Just as you’re eyes met him and you’re mouth opened , a very cut up Steve-O came running in.

“Omg I think I’m dying, someone needs to take that paintball gun from him right now “

He laid down on the bed and you looked at him and laughed awkwardly. Getting your tools ready again.

Bam walked over to the others but he left the tension in the tent and as you were cleaning SteveO off you thought about what Bam had asked you.

You had just gotten out of the shower and sat by the hotel mirror doing your make up.

The guys didn’t let you leave the set until you had promised that you would come out with them tonight.

You didn’t really feel up to partying but you also knew you needed a few drinks after today.

As you carefully let the dark brownish/ redish lipstick glide over you’re lips a loud and passionate knock came from you’re door making you slip and getting a little lipstick on you’re cheek.

“Fuck “ you sighed and went to open the door.

Outside the door stood Dunn and SteveO.

“Can’t you knock like a normal fucking person, look what you did “

They both laughed as they came into your room.

“That’s how you’re gonna look when I’m done with you tonight” Dunn said and poked you in the ribs.

“Euw freak” you said back. SteveO laughing in the background.

“So are you done, we are leaving in ten minutes”

You went into the bathroom and got dressed.

A tight dark gray tank top with the Rolling Stones logo on and a pair of dark blue flared jeans and some black heels.

You came out of the bathroom and did a little spin.

SteveO whistled loudly and Dunn clapped his hands

“ how will I ever compete with the guys you have drooling over you everywhere you go “

The others had already left so when you came into the loud bar you saw a few hands from over at the furthest booth away from the door was waving at you.

You went up to the bar.

Dunn caught the barmaids attention . “ two beers and what do you want y/n” he said looking at you. “I’ll have a shot of tequila and vodka soda “

Dunn gave you a weird look as the barmaid poured the drinks. “What are you trying to forget tonight “ you laughed and the barmaid handed you the shot.

You kept you’re eye contact with Dunn as you tilted you’re head back and let the liquid burn down you’re throat . “Don’t even ask me “ you took your drink and went to sit with the other guys.

“Woah y/a you look freaking hot “ Knoxville said. “Just for you baby “ you blew him a kiss and sat down.

As you sat down you realised Bam was the one sitting next to you. “Calling you’re boss baby isn’t so professional is it y/n, but he’s right you look fucking hot “

“ oh shut up Bam “

After a few drinks and conversations bout various things around the table everyone had started talking among themselves.

Knoxville and Jeff were sitting across the table and talking about something they wanted to film tomorrow. SteveO and Ehren were chatting up some fan girls at the bar and Bam had gone to order.

“You know he likes you right “ Dunn whispered drunkly in your ear .

“Shut up Ry” you pushed his face away “it’s true ! I’m not lying I’ve known him for a long time and I know when he likes someone and he adores you “

You watched Bam standing at the bar paying.

“It doesn’t feel much as adoration, it feels more as if he wants to have sex with me “

You’re head had turned from the bar and when Dunns eyes left yours to someone behind you, you quickly turned you head. Shit.

“ Damn y/n I didn’t know you were some kind of psychic “ Bam smiled as he gave you you’re drink.

You felt your cheeks getting hot again. You didn’t want him to see you ashamed so you gave him a cocky comeback .” Well I really don’t have to be a psychic, you ask me all the time if I wanna have sex with you or if I’m a virgin or telling me about what you’ve done with other girls or asking me how many guys I’ve been with, it’s pretty clear to see what you’re intentions are “ you took a big sip of you’re drink and Bam looked at you with his serious eyes.

“Well you still haven’t answers my two questions “

“Omg Bam why are you so interested” you stood up “ excuse me I need the bathroom” you held your drink and pushed past him . Luckily none of the other guys seemed to notice you’re little upset. Expect Dunn and Bam. They watched as you walked past the bathrooms and towards to back door.

You sat down at one of the empty tables the bar had outside. People sat around different tables smoking and drinking.

You took a big breath and then a sip of you’re drink.

You had quit smoking some time back but before leaving the hotel earlier that night you had noticed an old pack of cigs in you’re jacket pocket and as if you already then knew how the night would be you let them stay in the pocket.

You took one between your lips and then toon the lighter from the table , probably one that someone had forgotten.

But after a few tries you realised someone had probably left it there on purpose .

“Come on” you said to the lighter.

“Here I have one” you didn’t have to look up you knew that voice.

“Ry I don’t want to hear anything “ you sighed

“I know but the thought of you sitting out here by yourself makes my heart ache “

You gave him a little laugh and he sat down.

“You know” you started before you took another puff, Dunn looked at you

“I’ve never really told anyone anything. And no one has ever really questioned, I went trough all years of med school just because my parents wanted me to really and they never questioned why I chose it because they already know. They know I did it for them so they never asked much about it” You took another puff “ and even when I had graduated it wasn’t enough “ Dunn looked at you and listened to you talking. You had never been so open with him like you were right now. “ I haven’t spoken to them since moving”

“That’s quite understandable “ Ryan said quietly.

“No not really , I always call them but they never pick up because they would rather me not tell them how I feel and what I’m thinking than actually dealing with me, it’s always been like that, ever since I was a child , that’s why I have learned to keep everything in because I’d rather be quite than disappoint”

You threw your cig down and stepped on it. Taking a big swig at your drink you now looked at Ryan for the first time since he sat down .

“ I’m not a virgin”

“No one cares if you are or if you’re not “ Dunn said

“I’ve never had anything serious tho. Only random hookups. Which I never told my parents I mean can you imagine they would freak out that I wasn’t dating someone properly”

“Bam didn’t mean to stir this all up in you “

“ I know, but when you’ve kept your secrets and your ugly feelings and thoughts to yourself for so long, it feels like an interrogation when someone actually asks you something…. real”

There was a long silence between the two of you until Dunn finally spoke again .

“I’m sorry y/n for not asking you about you more…”

You felt the regret of opening up and the anxiety in making Dunn feel bad grew in your stomach.

“no no Ry stop it’s not like that “ you stood up and took Dunns hand motioning him to also stand up

“ just forget what I said. I didn’t mean for this to become some sad night, let’s go inside and drink until we can’t see each other anymore “

You pulled his arm and started walking towards the door again.

You knew he meant well and that he cared about you. But you also knew he had some shit going and you didn’t want him to need to think about you as well.

You and Dunn ware never a good idea when you guys went out. You guys were the type of friends to not stop each other.

When you came back inside the place had gotten more crowded and people were dancing and singing. You went back to the table. You noticed Bam and Ehren were gone.

“Where did Bam and Ehren go “ Dunn asked Jeff and Knoxville.

“He said he didn’t feel well so he went back to the hotel and Ehren went with some girl “ Jeff said . Dunn looked back at you.

“Let’s go get something else to drink “ he said and dragged you towards the bar .

A few hours had passed and more than a few shots had been consumed.

You and Ryan were dancing and laughing. You could feel the shots. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t feel your feet.

As you went back to the table to drink some more. You could see that the guys were leaving.

“noo where are you guys going “

“We are going back to the hotel darling “

Knoxville said drunkenly. He reached for you’re drink that you had in you’re hand

“Maybe you should too” he said.

“Nooo don’t be boring Knoxville “ you stepped closer to him and looked into his eyes. Batting your eyelashes at him. You hadn’t been this drunk in a while and you knew you’d regret some of the things you’ve done tonight.

“Darling if I wasn’t so old and you weren’t so young I would’ve stayed out until morning with you” he cheekily smiled at you as he put your drink on the table .

“Get Dunn to get you back to the hotel safely “ he leaned down and gave you a kiss on your forehead and you waved goodbye to him. Jeff gave you a hug and left with Knoxville

As they pushed trough the crowd you saw them telling Dunn something and he nodded and hugged them goodbye.

Dunn was as drunk could be and you had no plan on sobering him up. You needed a drinking partner tonight.

After some time it was only you and Dunn left at the bar from the crew.

You had gone to the bar to order another drink and when you looked back you could see Dunn dancing with a girl.

Your drunk brain couldn’t stop thinking about Bam. And what Bam had asked you . And the way Bams shirt rose up when he held his skateboard over his head. Or the way he would moan quietly in pain when you cleaned his wounds or the way he held his hand over his dick this morning.

Your head was spinning and you really hoped that drunk words aren’t sober thoughts.

You were to many shots in and there was nothing stopping you when you had decided how to end this night.

You swallowed the shot and it didn’t even burn anymore. You walked up Dunn .

“Hey I’m heading back I’ll see you tomorrow don’t do anything stupid “

Dunn was to caught up with the girl he was dancing with.

Somehow you got a hold of a taxi and told him what hotel you were staying at.

After leaving the bar and getting in the car you could feel how drunk you actually were and you knew there was no going back now.

You tried to act normal when walking into the hotel lobby even tho you were holding you’re heels in you’re hand because there was no way you’d be able to walk in them now.

You went into the elevator. Everything was blurry. You looked into elevator mirror and realised you couldn’t even see you’re own face.

Ding!

The doors opened and you walked out of the elevator onto Bams floor. You tried to remember his door number and looked in your pockets for the piece of paper where you had written all of the guys room numbers.

“Two one nine , two one nine , two one nine “

You kept saying to yourself as you stumbled trough the corridor. Trying to keep your eyes open.

Suddenly 219 was in front of you.

Before you could even try to think rationally you’re hand knocked aggressively on the door.

And as you heard you’re own knock realisation came to you. Bam and Ehren shared a room, what were you doing here, you’re drunk and holding your own shoes.

“Y/n?”

You hadn’t even realised that Bam had opened the door

You looked right at him.

He was only wearing his grey pyjama pants and his hair was messy from sleeping. oh he looked so hot you thought.

“You’re a fucking dick and you know it” you’re words came out weird and he could tell how drunk you were.

“Prying into my personal life thinking you have some right to know about my parents or about the guys I’ve been with “

You pushed passed him and went into the room dropping your shoes and bag somewhere on the floor.

“Y/n you’re very drunk “ Bam said trying to calm you down.

Your voice only got louder.

“Well here I am Bam take your chance because there won’t ever be another one, make passionate love to me the way no other guy has, do all the things that you always talk about doing to me, the things you do with all the other girls ,take you’re chance Bam do it ! “

You stepped closer to him

“Calm down I never meant to hurt you y/n, I only ever wanted to get to know you more but I’m not good at being serious”

Bams voice was different, so sincere.

“Well I’m very good at being serious and when I tell you this is your chance I mean it “

before you could stop yourself you pushed him. Bam was a bit taller than you and he was also a lot stronger so even tho you had used all your power he hadn’t moved from where he stood .

“Y/n , y/n stop it. I’m sorry I never meant to cause this “

You kept on trying to push him even tho he had a tight grip around your wrists.

“Why don’t you just call my parents as well ask them all you want about me I bet they’ll tell you some things ! Maybe they’ll pick up your call because they haven’t picked up mine in months ! Ask them if I’m a virgin or ask them why they hate me or ask them how proud they are of me! “

Bam looked at you with sadness in his eyes.

He never meant to cause you this much pain. He never meant to hurt you in any way.

He had never seen you this vulnerable and it made him almost scared but he knew he had to be there for you.

“You’re quite now ! Come on I’m in you’re hotel room take you’re chance ! “

“Stop it y/n calm down I would never use you that way. Calm down come here”

It wasn’t what you were prepared for.

His strong arms pulled you against his bare chest. He was so warm and soft. Your hands held his chest.

“Come on y/n breath”

You did as he said . You could feel a tear fall from your eye. You haven’t let out that much emotion in months and you hadn’t spoken about your pain out loud.

You two stood there in silence and you tried to match your breathing with his.

“You’re an asshole “ you whispered

“I know “ he whispered back

“And you made me realise that I’ve never really had a connection with any guy “ you kept on whispering

Bam didn’t whisper back.

His hand rubbed up and down you’re back slowly

“And you forced me to think about my problems “ your voice still so low.

“I’m sorry y/n”

“And you’re so so hot “ as soon as the words left you’re lips you knew you were still super fucking drunk .

Bam chuckled.

Slowly he move you over the bed and sat you down on it. As you sat down he turned to the hotel desk and tuned the kettle on.

And when he turned back he saw that you had threw yourself back onto the bed. The silence was loud but not uncomfortable.

He went in to the bathroom and wet a facecloth with warm water and soap and brought it out to you.

You had rolled over and we’re laying with you’re back against him with you’re knees close to you’re chest.

“Hey hey wake up y/n let’s wash you’re face a little”

The liquor you had consumed all night was really catching up to you.

“Nooo I wanna sleep “ you tried to push the cloth away.

“Here just let me do it “ Bam said softly.

The bright light from the hotel window woke you up. You’re bare legs felt nice against the warm blanket and you rubbed your eyes.

“Oh shit my mascara “ you thought you have forgetter to take you’re make up off and you didn’t want to look like a raccoon the first thing in the morning.

But when you looked at your knuckles, they were….clean.

“I didn’t have any of that stuff girls use to take their makeup off so I just used some hot water and soap and it seemed to work”

You sat up quickly and saw Bam. He had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was wet and curly and he had a white towel wrapped around his waist. Very very low…

He picked up the deodorant from the desk and sprayed into his armpits.

“How do you feel ?” Bam looked at you concerned.

You sat there quietly. All of yesterday coming back to you all at once. Everything except how you had ended up in the bed next to Bams in one of Bams T-shirts and without makeup.

You remember the fight you had in this room. Well you’re fight towards Bam.

“You want some aspirin ? A glass of water maybe ? “

You looked back at him. “yeah, yeah could I have some water “

Bam went into the bathroom and you heard the tap turn on.

You looked around the room. It was quite messy and you could really see that two boys were staying in there.

Bam came out and gave you the glass of water and some aspirin.

“Where did Ehren sleep? “ you said concerned.

“I haven’t seen him since the bar, he went back with some chick, who knows what he is up to right now” he laughed.

You gave him a small smile and then swallowed the aspirin.

Bam sat down on the bed, still in his towel but he had put a black T-shirt on whilst in the bathroom.

Bams eyes met yours and you didn’t have to say anything. He knew you were sorry and you knew he was sorry.

“Y/n I just wanted you to know…….”

Knock! Knock! Knock! Loud and aggressive knocks came from the door and before Bam even had time to stand up Dunn swung the door open “Bam! Bam! I can’t find y/n, the last time I saw here was at the bar!”

He came stomping in and as he looked up from his furrowed brows his jaw unclenched.

“Oh”

Bam stood up quickly from the bed. You could see how this looked. You were in bed with only underwear and Bams T-shirt on, and Bam with his towel around his hips.

“I only slept here Ry”

Dunn sighed and sat down in the desk chair rubbing his eyes

“ Jesus y/n I thought you’d been kidnapped or something, I ran right out of Jess room to find you, I’m just glad you’re fine”

“Whose Jess” you giggled

You heard Bam chuckle as well

“Oh just some girl I went back with “ Dunn said still rubbing his eyes and forehead

“Was it… good” Bam asked with a big smile

“Bro I was so drunk I just fell asleep on her floor “ the three of you just started laughing.

#bam margera #smut #jackass #story

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