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the back of your knees
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eddie munson x reader
a/n: god damn i have revived from writing retirement for eddie munson. wow. also taglist is updated w/ stranger things and criminal minds options if you’re interested, and if you would no longer like to be tagged you can message me or send an ask. thanks!
warnings: lots of physical touch, reader is mentioned to have longer hair, or at least until ears. just like, pure love and fluff too, which is really unusual for me.
summary: eddie for the life of him cannot figure out how to keep himself away from you. after a slip up reveals that eddie’s constant touches are a little more than friendly, he’s forced to ramble about how much he loves you and the back of your knees.
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The first time he’d touched you after he realized he was in love, Eddie made a deal with himself.
It was nothing heavy, just a hand smoothed against your side as he walked. You tease him for how diagonal he walks, always bumping into things, but he likes to joke that you just mess up his gravitational field. A fleeting moment, with seemingly no effect on you, but Eddie’s brain froze. The back of his hand felt like someone was sticking pins in it. He couldn’t focus on what you were telling him, something Robin had said to you last week?
He nodded along, surprised he was calm enough to, considering his brain was moving quicker than it ever had. And he thought he needed to memorize it. He wasn’t drowning your voice out on purpose, but god, shut up and let him think. He tried to remember the moment, the feel of your skin, the curve of your side. And he thought about it for hours, cementing it there in the nerves of his hand and the front of his mind.
And in his bed that night, he made a deal that if he could memorize that one touch for the rest of his life, keep it somewhere safe and feel it all over again, then he wouldn’t need to tell you that he was in love with the way you rolled your eyes at his tapes in the car, or the smile you gave him when he begrudgingly plays one of yours. He would live happily with a tiny piece of you for himself.
But Eddie has a horrible memory. And when he wakes up the next morning, he’s half-dressed when he realizes the memory isn’t the same anymore. It’s too fuzzy, too far away. He huffs and pulls his shirt down over his head. And when you pick him up bright and early the next day, Max tucked away in the backseat of your car, he is staring at your hand the entire time. He knows it’s a little odd, and he catches you giving him a couple of weird looks, but he’s trying desperately to call the memory back to him. And maybe it’s a tad odd when he knocks your car keys off the dash out of desperation, waiting for you to reach for them before he lunges his hand out, too. It ‘accidentally’ clashes with yours and Eddie grins a little.
“What are you smiling at, clumsy? Stop throwing my stuff everywhere.” You scowl.
Giddy with the thrill of your touch, he continues causing small accidents as an excuse to touch you. He claims that your arm has a scratch on it so he can lift your wrist to graze his fingers over the skin before he gingerly sets it down, grinning as he tells you it must’ve been a shadow. He throws small paper balls in your hair as he sits behind you in class so that he can tell you he needs to pull them out and fiddle with your hair later. Eventually, when he realizes you haven’t caught on, he moves onto just straight up touching you.
It happens so smoothly that you don’t even realize it. A hand slipped on your arm when you mutter about the breeze. His legs tucked halfway under yours as a movie plays in Robin’s basement. Fingers dancing across your back when you fall asleep while he’s driving you home.
And it becomes so normal, so casual, that soon enough it’s just always there. His life before that first touch and after blur together, and he can’t really remember a time when he didn’t know the feel of your skin. When you sit next to him his hand just slips onto your knee. His fingers get caught in the ends of your hair in class. You take no notice, just Eddie being Eddie.
You don’t think twice about it until Mike asks whether your parents know you and Eddie are dating.
“What are you talking about?” You mutter, thinking you didn’t hear him right.
“You and Eddie. Do your parents know?” He repeats himself, brows crowding together.
“Know what?”
“You and Eddie are dating?”
“No, we’re not.” You shake your head in confusion.
“Yeah, you are.”
“No.”
“Yes?”
“Mike, why would you think I’m dating Eddie?”
“I mean, you guys are like on top of each other all the time. It’s so coupley.”
“We are not!”
“Y/n, yesterday, he was like, brushing your hair.”
“So, what?” You scoff.
“I don’t know, Y/n. Eddie is touchy but he’s not that touchy.”
You sit there in silence with Mike’s revelation, too confused to ask more questions. Mike isn’t done, though.
“You’re really not dating?”
“Shut up, Mike.”
That night, Eddie is supposed to come over and study. At least, he’s supposed to come over and keep you company while you study. You do your best to pour over your Western Civ notes but you feel Eddie’s fingers sift through your hair, softly rubbing a piece between his fingers and his thumb. It continues for a few minutes and you are suddenly unable to focus on your notes no matter how much you try. You feel how close he is sitting behind you on the floor of your bedroom. Is he always this close? Have you just never noticed?
Why is he so close?
You feel every nerve in your skin light up as his fingers leave your hair to flit down the nape of your neck, tracing an invisible line to your shoulder blades. You abruptly turn around and stare at him.
“What?” Eddie laughs, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Eddie,” You try, lips pressed into a thin line.
“Shit,” He whines. “What’d I do this time?”
“Nothing, Eddie. I just wanted to ask you something.” You mumble.
“Oh,” He shuffles even closer to you, hand reassuringly grabbing your elbow. “Yeah, sure, what’s up?”
“Why are you, you know, why do you,” You try. “Why have you been really close recently?”
Eddie’s face scrunches up. “Really close? Haven’t we been friends for a while? I didn’t see you that much this week, did I?”
“Not like that, no.” You interrupt him to rephrase. “Not emotionally, Eddie, physically. Like, physically close.”
His eyes widen, and he scoots a little far back from you. “Oh, Y/n, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything like that, swear it, I can stay multiple feet away.”
“No, Eddie, just listen,” You try to intervene, but he’s on his feet.
“Never meant to upset you, really. If I had known,” “Eddie!” “Do you want me to go? I can go,” “Eddie, shut up and listen!”
He presses his mouth into a thin line and sits back down, a good three feet away from you.
“All I asked was why? Is something going on? Can I help you with whatever this is?”
Eddie’s tongue peeks out from between his lips in thought. He curses himself for breaking his deal. He couldn’t keep it to himself, became greedy and wanted more than one touch from you, and this was his punishment. He had to tell you he was in love with you.
God knows he could never lie to you.
“Do you want me to stop?” He whispers. Stalling. He’s stalling.
Your brow raises. “Never said that, no. C’mon, Eddie, what is going on? It’s me, just spit it out!”
“That is exactly the issue, Y/l/n. It’s you.” He groans and shoves the heels of his palms into his eyes.
“What the fuck did I do?”
“Nothing! It’s just you, and it’s you, and my brain short-circuits around you, and this isn’t going to make any sense, but, God, Y/n, I love the back of your knees.”
“What?”
“They’re so nice. And soft. All of you is always so nice and soft and good and I really like your knees and your shoulder blades and your forehead. I know I’m just naming body parts, but I didn’t really plan this out, I kind of wish I had.” He rambles.
“Ok, slow down, let’s-” “And I know I should be able to keep it to myself but, Y/n, that goes out the window whenever you’re near me, I have to be close to you, this shit sounds so weird, but I love all of you so much and being able to feel you is like a lifeline. And I don’t care if it’s your face, or your stomach, or your feet, or your knees, but I love it all. S’like- listen, I don’t know what I’m talkin’ about anymore, but s’like this- knowing that you’re around, and you’re real, makes me feel so much better every single day. I don’t get it, Y/n, I don’t, but I love you, and I really, really, really hope that made sense.”
He finishes his ramble with wide eyes and red cheeks and his hands are gesticulating wildly.
“You have never, ever, made sense to me, Munson.” You mumble breathlessly, scrambling over to where Eddie is cross-legged on the floor of your room to kiss him. His hands hover over you for a moment and you have to blindly fumble for them, and press them to your face before he kisses you back.
You pull away, out of breath. “I really love your hair and your arms. I’m in love with you, too.”
He leans forward in record time to kiss you again, grinning like a madman. Which he guesses he is, at least around you.
You sit back on your heels in front of him, and he reaches a hand out towards you but pauses before he pushes your hair behind your ear, hand experimentally continuing down your cheek, the line of your jaw, before he folds it back into his lap.
“Wait, so I’m, like, supposed to touch you now?”
“Shut up and kiss me again, Eddie.”
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Teacher’s Pet [Eddie Munson x Reader]
Title: Teacher's Pet
Summary: You ask Eddie to teach you how to pay Dungeons and Dragons in order to impress a boy that you like. (Eddie just doesn't know that the boy in question is him).
Warnings: Nothing ? (Mutual pining with a happy ending)
Request: you ask eddie to teach you d&d under the premise that you want to impress a guy; he says yes in order to spend more time with you and he constantly tries to guess who the boy that you've got a crush on his (spoiler alert it's eddie)
Eddie Munson~Teacher's Pet
You couldn't help but stare at him. You don't want to- but, you do. Eddie Munson. You'd had a crush on the metal head for... For as long as you could remember. Eddie and yourself had crossed paths numerous times: he sat beside you in English, you went to the same middle school, you had mutual friends. And, yet you hadn't managed to say a thing to him about your huge and obvious crush you had on him. You hadn't managed to say much of anything to him, lately.
"You know, you can go to speak to him," Robin chimes in, placing her lunch tray down and taking a seat beside you, "Or you know, you can stare at him forever."
"Shut up Robin," you whine, "I can't just go up to him!"
Robin rolls her eyes.
"And, why not?" she asks, glancing towards you.
"Because I don't even know what to say to him!" you insist, "What do I just say? Hi Eddie Munson I've been in love with you since middle school, let's run away together?"
"Hmm maybe too subtle," Robin teases you.
You groan.
"This is hopeless," you profess, "I'm just going to never speak to him, graduate and move out of Hawkins. Perfect plan."
"Or... Or you could ask him about that cult he runs!"
"It's not a cult! They play a game," you insist, "It's called Dungeons and Dragons."
"That's it! Ask him about that, then. Ask him to teach you how to play it," Robin plots, "That way you get to speak to him, and he gets to rant about hell...Hell Flame."
"-Hell Fire," you correct.
"See- you already care about his cult- club. You're off to a great start," she smiles.
"You're ridiculous," you huff with a small smile, "But, you might be right."
"I'm always right."
"Whatever," you smile and push her lightly.
And, yet, you can't stop thinking about what Robin had suggested. Even after lunch and into the next period, you mull over what she had said... I mean, it wasn't technically the worst idea- and if nothing else it meant you had a legitimate excuse for talking to Eddie. One where he might be too distracted with the topic of Dungeons and Dragons, that he was oblivious to your massive crush you had on him. You leave your class room, and your eyes widen as you see Eddie from across the hall. Well, it was worth a shot.
"Hey, Eddie right?" you ask approaching him as he is just about to slam his locker closed.
Eddie tries not to jump at the sound of a sweet voice beside him. He glances to you with a confused look on his face. His heart rate increases. You offer him a sweet smile, and he tries to not look too nervous. There was no way YOU were speaking to him right now. Eddie had a small (gigantic) crush on you ever since you were in the same class together in middle school, but he had yet to work up the courage to become more than acquaintances.
"H-hi, yeah, hi," Eddie stutters out, "I mean, yeah I'm Eddie."
You let out a small giggle, and Eddie curses himself. Did you come over to him just to make him nervous and embarrass him? Surely, you weren't that cruel... Eddie snaps out of it: no, he knew what you were here for.
"I don't have anything on me at the moment, but I can meet you by the bench in the woods tomorrow-"
"-Eddie, I'm not here to buy off of you," you smile, and then hesitate, "But, I do need your help."
"My help?" Eddie asks, now even more lost than before: if you didn't want to buy, what could you possibly want?
"You can totally say no to this by the way," you preface, "But I wondered if you could teach me how to play Dungeons and Dragons?"
"Now, you're definitely just over here to tease me," Eddie rolls his eyes and fold his arms, "What? Pretty girl wants to learn how to play D&D? I don't buy it. Why now, huh? Hell Fire has been around for years and now you want to join? It doesn't-"
"-I'm not teasing you," you insist, mortified that Eddie was getting annoyed at you, "Okay, I know I'm not the archetype of someone who plays Dungeons and Dragons, but the truth is I want to learn because I want to impress someone I like okay?"
Fuck. You didn't know why you said that. He was definitely going to figure it out now.
"Ooooh, Y/N has a little crush," Eddie smirks, dropping his annoyed expression and going back to a friendly demeanour, "A crush that likes D&D? Who is it?"
"T-they don't go here," you snap, "And, yes he likes D&D- but if you're going to be like this then I can go ask Gareth to teach me-"
"-No! No, it's fine. I'll teach you, don't be like that," Eddie halts you, "You want to learn from the best, right?"
"What's your character name? Eddie the Humble?" you tease.
"Ouch," Eddie feigns hurt, dramatically stumbling into his lockers, "You wound me."
"I do apologise, my Liege," you say with just as much dramatic flare, "Are you free later? Pizza on me. Am I forgiven?"
"You are forgiven. I am very easily swayed by flattery and bribery," Eddie replies, but pauses, "Your place or mine?"
"My place works," you answer, scribbling your address down on the edge of your note book before ripping it and handing it to Eddie, "I have a free house. My parents are out of Hawkins for business, so no bed time for us."
"Free pizza, Dungeons and Dragons, and no bed time? You really know a way to a mans' heart, sweetheart."
"Shut up, Munson," you blush, "See you later. About 7."
"It's a date."
Your heart was beating so fast as you walk away from Eddie, and you can barely believe what had just happened. Eddie Munson was coming to your house. The Eddie Munson. If your middle school self you see you know, they would be screaming out of excitement. You have to call Robin- even if you would be met with a flurry of 'I told you so's, she deserved to know her plan had worked.
~~~
Eddie couldn't believe what had just happened. If it wasn't for the scrap of paper he held between his thumb and index finger, he would've definitely thought he dreamt it. He looked towards your figure, which was disappearing from his sight, then back towards your address. Eddie smiled. 1986 was definitely going to be his year.
"Are we still on for practice later?"
Eddie is that distracted by thoughts of you that he doesn't even realise that Gareth and the rest of Corroded Coffin had appeared behind him.
"Huh?" Eddie asks, before his brain catches up, "Actually no. Gentlemen, I have different plans. Y/N and I-"
"-Finally! You asked her out on a date," Gareth concluded.
"Well no. No, not exactly," Eddie mutters, "But, they asked me to teach them how to play Dungeons and Dragons and I'm going to their place later. So no practice."
"So she asked you?"
"No! Yes- well, technically it's not even a date! You know what, I'm not even going to discuss this anymore- I've got to go freshen up."
"For your date," Gareth teases.
"Fuck you guys!" Eddie huffs, only half annoyed: in reality, he was too happy to be annoyed.
~~~
You laid on your bed, trying not to watch the minutes tick by. It was hard not to: the interaction you had with Eddie went perfectly, and so some part of you was beginning to suspect you had dreamt it and he was never coming. That was stupid. You were just over reacting. He was coming- he was definitely going to show up-
The door bell rings.
"Coming!" you say all but running down the stairs.
You open the door and smile as you are greeted with Eddie, who has a book in one hand and a bag on his shoulder. He was going full teacher mode. You move aside so he can enter and direct him up the stairs to your bedroom.
"Eddie," you smiled, "You made it."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, princess," he smiles back.
Your heart all but flutters at the nickname.
"First one on the left," you direct as you lock the door behind you and follow him upstairs.
Eddie let out a low whistle as he entered your room. It wasn't what he was expecting. For some reason, he had pictured your room to be pink, full of frills and covered in cute decorations. And, teddy bears. Lots of teddy bears. Okay, so maybe he was just picturing a stereotypical girls room he'd seen in shows and movies, but he was surprised nonetheless when he took in what he saw. Posters: of bands he had actually heard of- and liked. Lots of decoration around- photos of your friends, bands you liked, you as a kid. And a teddy bear. Just one. Eddie looks to you with a smile.
"You have such a cool room!" he exclaims, making himself at home on your bed, "No way! A judas priest poster!"
You roll your eyes, "Don't act so surprised, Munson!"
You take off your jacket, and he eyes the band t shirt that you're wearing.
"And is that a Metallic t shirt? Wore it all for me?"
"No, you ass hole," you jab back, sitting opposite him on the bed, "I just have good taste in music. Have you heard their new song 'Master of Puppets' yet?"
"Heard it?!" Eddie exclaims, gesturing wildly with his hands, "I live and breathe it, sweetheart. I'm learning to play it! Almost got it down!"
"Well, I have to hear it!" you encourage, "Next Dungeons and Dragons lesson is at yours!"
"Inviting yourself round are we? Kind of forward," Eddie flirts, leaning in towards you, "You already want a second lesson? We haven't even had our first."
You try not to give him the satisfaction of blushing.
"Kind of eager," Eddie all but purrs.
"Shut up!" you push back at him, gazing down at his hands where he was leisurely twirling one of his rings before looking back up at him, "You're just happy someone outside of Hell Fire wants to listen to you talk about this game!"
Eddie breaks his gaze, and the tension lowers for a second.
"You're not wrong," Eddie sighs dramatically, before adding, "And it does help that it's you..."
It was your turn to tease him.
"What does that mean?" you pester.
"N-nothing!" Eddie gets flustered, losing his confidence as your stare at him, "Right! Dungeons and Dragons!"
"Dungeons and Dragons."
~~~
Eddie watches you as you fill out your character sheet. He'd give you a run down of all the different types of characters you could be: their roles, their races, their traits. And, then instructed you to create your own character. As he watches you, his thoughts drifted back to why you had invited him here in the first place. You were learning this for a guy. Not him. Some guy. Eddie internally huffs; he'd been trying to get you to notice him for how long? And, now you were learning a whole fantasy realm for some guy. His thoughts spill over to his words.
"So tell me more about your crush," Eddie says, twirling a strand of hair between his fingers.
You look up at him, and are brought back to the white lie you had told Eddie to get him here.
"I've been trying to guess, actually... I know you said he doesn't go to Hawkins, but I thought you might've said that just to throw me off the scent. I can rule a few people out," Eddie muses, "It's not Jason- he wouldn't be caught dead playing-"
"-And Jason is not my type!" you object immediately, your attention completely leaving your character sheet, "Give me some credit. I don't like assholes like that!"
Eddie puts his hands up in surrender.
"What is your type then, sweetheart?"
Your heart beats fast, and you feel like this is now or never. You'd only been crushing on Eddie since middle school. You could tell him. Rip it off like a bandage: just tell him. Just tell Eddie Munson you've been in love with him for yours. Your voice catches, but after a moment you speak.
"I don't know... Uh, I like long hair. Good taste in music. Sweet. Makes me laugh. Brown eyes. Plays in a band," you take a pause, trying not to lose your nerve, "Named Eddie."
Eddie's eyes widen.
"I... What?"
For once, Eddie is silent. This couldn't be real, could it? He'd only been in love with you since he was a young teen. Fuck. 'Tell her you love her! Tell her she's your type too!' Eddie's internal monologue screams. Say something- say anything. But, he couldn't. He lost his voice while he was processing your words, trying to decipher if what you said was a hallucination. Had he finally smoked too much? Your voice brings him from his thoughts.
"The truth is... There is no guy," you confess, avoiding looking at Eddie, "Not really. Well, not another guy. You- you were the guy this whole time, and I just wanted to spend more time with you but I was too much of a coward to ask you out. So I, well Robin suggested it really... I asked you to teach me about D-"
"-You like me?" Eddie interrupts, his eyes wide.
"Yeah. Is that... Is that okay?" you swallow your words, glancing up at him.
"Is that okay?" Eddie repeats, almost laughing at his and your obliviousness, "I've only had a crush on you since we were like twelve!"
"Since middle school?!" you exclaim, "And you didn't say anything?"
"Neither did you," he retorts.
"Fair," you laugh out, not realising how close the two of you had gotten.
"So... Uh-"
"-Can I kiss you?" you interrupt.
"Yes! I mean... Yes," Eddie rambles, only stopping when you press your lips to his.
You pull Eddie closer to you, until you are basically in his lap. Eddie groans into you and his hands finds their way around your waist, and you in turn place your hand on the side of his face, before running it through his hair. God, you loved his hair. You wondered if he would let you pull on it.
Gently, you lean back and look at him.
"Hi," Eddie whispers.
"Hi," you reply smiling.
"So, how long have you been in love with me?"
"Oh shut up," you giggle.
Forever. You'd been in love with him forever.
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Secret
Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader
Summary: You and Steve have been secretly seeing each other for a couple of months now, and one morning you get caught.
A/N: This is probably set sometime around season 3, and also, the reader is Dustin's older sister. I hope you enjoy this!
You couldn't help your smile as you looked at Steve sleeping next to you. You'd been together for a couple of months now and he started sneaking in through your window a few weeks back.
When you first met Steve, he'd come to your house looking for Dustin, but he wasn't around so you invited him in for a drink whilst he waited for him to get back.
Fast forward to now, you were currently laying in your bed with him, wearing his t-shirt as you gently traced your fingers through his hair. It was actually almost time for him to sneak back out. You see, you didn't want people to know about you and him just yet, mostly because of your brother. You knew he'd give you shit about it.
You pulled your hand back when Steve started moving beside you. And then he turned to look at you, squinting slightly. "Hey."
You smiled. "Hey."
"Time to go?" He asked.
"Nah." You said, shaking your head. "We have at least five minutes."
"You sure? Because I swear, if Dustin finds out about this he'll never forgive me."
"He's not gonna find out." You assured him as you climbed on top of him, pressing a light kiss to his lips.
But before either of you could take this any further, you heard someone knocking on your door before they started to push it open.
"Oh...shit." You hissed, pushing yourself off of Steve and shoving him off the bed. "Hide."
Unfortunately, it was too late as your idiot brother was now standing in your room, his mouth hanging open. "Steve?"
Steve waved at him awkwardly as he remained sat on the floor beside your bed. "Henderson."
"What the hell?!"
"Look, it...it's not what you think." Steve tried to say, although you weren't exactly sure where he was going with this, since he was in your bedroom with his shirt on your body.
Dustin stood there, folding his arms across his chest as he looked at Steve. "Alright then, what're you doing in my sister's bedroom?"
"I...came to see you?"
"Bullshit." Dustin said, a look of disgust appearing on his face. "God, it's like walking in on my mom."
You couldn't help but laugh at that as you looked at Steve. "You're his mom."
"So what...are you two like...hooking up or something?"
"That's none of your business, asshole." You said, standing up from the bed. "And anyway, what the hell are you even doing coming into my room?"
"Mom told me to get you up. You're driving me to school remember?"
"Oh shit, yeah." You remembered, as you started looking around your room for some clothes. "Just...give me a minute and I'll be ready."
Dustin just gave you a heavy sigh before turning to walk out of your room. And when you turned to Steve, you couldn't help but laugh, which left him pretty confused. "What's so funny? Henderson--your brother literally just caught us together."
"You gotta admit though, it was kinda funny."
"In what way was that funny?"
"Oh Steve, stop being such a mom." You whined, walking towards him to cup his face in your hands. "It was funny."
He just smiled at you then before leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. "I suppose it was a little funny."
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Ange De La Morte Preview
eddie munson x addams!reader
short snippit of one of my WIPs
warnings: none
it was your first day at hawkins high. stalking the corridors to your locker, you felt countless eyes on you analysing you like scientists waiting for a chemical reaction. your peers parted as you trekked through the halls, hastily moving as if you were contagious. even the passing teachers seemed nervous to approach you.
needless to say you were underwhelmed.
you were used to the stares certainly, as they were guaranteed to accompany an addams wherever they went. you were disappointed though, since you had heard some horror stories of the supernatural and odd occurrences that were rumored to have taken place in the small indiana town. so far it seemed to be just that- rumors. rumors made up to scare kids into behaving or they'd taking away by the big, bad boogie man. and judging from the stares, you were those scary stores manifest.
as you opened your locker, resigning to another mundane year of boring people you would never understand or care about, you collected your necessities for your next class: textbook, notebook, pens, fire ants, highlighters. the necessities.
you were about to close your locker when you spotted him behind you in your locker mirror left behind by the last occupant.
the first thing that caught your eyes was a head of dark curly hair before you noticed the smile underneath his bangs. his laugh as he spoke to his friends reached your ears as you bit your lip. the laugh was insanely loud, high pitched, and utterly obnoxious. you loved it.
you closed your locker before he caught you starring. by the time your sorted out your bookbag and turned around he was gone; much to your disappointment.
walking into your first class only to see him in front of the only open seat in the room brought a smile to your lips. you mentally sent a quick thank you to grandmama, who'd told you she would make sure the ancestors would make this your year. it certainly was starting out to be.
the boy turned around as you took your seat, openly gawking at you and you couldn't help but smirk at his reaction to you. you raised an eyebrow and he quickly looked away and cleared his throat.
your teacher started speaking before the boy had a chance to explain himself. the man announced your arrival to the class- a new student who'd just transferred from new jersey. he motioned for you to join him at the front of the classroom to introduce yourself, which you had no intention of doing. "no thank you."
"i'm sorry?"
you looked back up at your teacher from the book you had brought to class, 'a clutch of vampires.' a gift from your mother as a reward for your grades from the previous year.
"i said 'no.' thank you though." you didn't notice the stares of your classmates or the slack jawed surprise written on your teacher - mr caldwell's face. you did however feel the gaze of the boy in front of you, looking back into his dark eyes only to be met with a mischievous, downright devious grin that gave you butterflies.
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Thinking about making Eddie Munson clean his room.
·Finds excuses to keep everything. And I mean EVERYTHING.
·That old fast food wrapper? Its from the first night you stayed over.
·Old ripped magazine? He promised that back to Dustin 3 months ago and, well, hes a man of his word.
·Kind of a hoarder tbh
·And don't get me started on his music collection. You swear you organize it every day, but it always ends up piled messy on his shelves, dressers, floor, anywhere thats flat really.
·Swears up and down that he IS going to read the school books piled on the edge of the bed.
·Has 10 billion notebooks full of music and dnd campaign ideas.
·We all know he doesnt take care of his laundry, so its probably stacked in the bottom of his closet.
·Trying to get you to help every 2 seconds
·"If you want it done so bad why dont you just do it yourself?"
·Getting about 3 hours in and finding floor?!?
·Swears hes survived just fine without sheets and pillowcases, but folds when you threaten to never sleep in his bed again if he doesnt put them on.
·When its finally done (sorta) he swears hes dead and the only way he can be revived is with takeout and a movie.
·Wayne thanks you.
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ok reader x eddie having a casual conversation about sex, talking about what they're both into, leading to some smut??? just hearing what eddie's into sounds so hottttt (i imagine its filthy,, sorry)
ty for requesting! hope you like it!! — a failed date with eddie leads to a night in and several confessions (established relationship, mostly fluff, talks of sex but no actual smut 18+, 1.6k)
fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)
Eddie Munson is a hopeless romantic.
Not because he loves like it’s breathing (though some would argue otherwise), but because his attempts to be affectionate with you are complete and utter failures.
He had a whole romantic day planned. A late lunch, a quick walk, and then sunset at the park. Honestly, it probably would’ve been a pretty metal date if it was any day other than this one — the biggest flood of the whole goddamn year.
You got to the diner just fine but had to rush back to the trailer in the rain since he didn’t have his van. Thankfully, it waited to outright pour until he got you home. Now, his leather jacket — which you’d used as a makeshift umbrella — hangs beside the opened window to dry.
The orange autumn breeze rolls over your bare bodies like silk (because, of course, an innocent shower after getting drenched in the rain couldn’t not end in getting dirty again).
“Was all this just a ploy to get me into bed?” you tease, tracing the freckles on his back with the tip of your finger. “’Cause you coulda just asked, you know? I would’ve said yes.”
Lying flat on his stomach, Eddie laughs into his folded-up arms. His deep brown hair brushes his pale shoulders when he turns to look at you. His smile is swollen and rosy and crooked.
“You got me, princess. Making my girlfriend walk in disgusting weather was all a part of my evil plan.”
“I wouldn’t say it was evil.”
“No?”
“Sinful, maybe. Sexy, even,” you joke with a lopsided grin. “But no, not evil.”
“Is that so?” he lilts as he rises on his elbow to prop his cheek on his fist.
You shake your head and roll onto your back. Your eyes flit to the spotted ceiling. A smirk blossoms on your lips. “I feel like evil would imply that it was hurtful in some way. And that thing you did in the shower felt way too good to be evil.”
“What thing?” the boy wonders with pinched-together brows.
You shoot him a look. “You know…” you hum vaguely, expectantly.
“No. I don’t, actually,” Eddie laughs, mostly at himself. “I’m kinda dumb, in case you forgot.”
“You’re not dumb, Eds.”
“Stop being sweet. You’re deflecting.”
You concede with a small huff. “That… That thing. With your mouth. When you pressed me against the wall and— please, don’t make me describe it, Eddie,” you ramble, then cut yourself off to whine.
He meets your grimace with a boyish grin. “I don’t know. I kinda like hearing you talk about it.”
“I’ll die,” you deadpan.
“You’re so dramatic.”
His words are harsh, but his pink smile is kind. He kisses you with it after — a smacking peck to the corner of your mouth that migrates rather quickly. He sprinkles his lips along your jaw and chin and neck.
That’s where he lingers.
Eddie finds your pulse point and goes a half-inch higher, just like he did while he was fucking you against the shower wall. You nearly came the first time he kissed you there.
He sucks at the delicate skin until he leaves another faint mark. The feeling of his tongue and teeth on your newfound sweet spot makes your toes curl. It has you moaning out loud before you mean to.
His lips audibly smack when he pulls away.
“That thing?” he wonders, smiling down at you like he already knows the answer.
Your thighs clench together. Your bones are made of mush. “That thing,” you repeat in the affirmative.
“Well, if we’re sharing secrets…” Eddie singsongs, then leans in all close like he’s about to spill the latest gossip. His fingers spread out along your bare waist, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I really liked it when you got all mean.”
You hadn’t thought much of it, then — when Eddie edged you on the counter with his fingers and laughed when you writhed.
You didn’t even let him make it up to you after, just sucked him off and told him he wasn’t allowed to touch you. “Don’t cum ’til I tell you to, understand?” you’d said. “Or I’m gonna get myself off, and you’re gonna watch.”
He was a good boy for you, though, and you let him fuck you in the shower.
Your nose scrunches in muted embarrassment. “I wasn’t being that mean, was I?”
“No. I mean, you could certainly get meaner…” Eddie assures with a shake of his head, then grins as his fingers crawl up your ribcage. You fight back a shiver. “Which I think could be preferable from time to time.”
“So, you want me to be more… dominant?”
He shrugs a pale, freckled shoulder. “Yeah. Sometimes. I like watching you get all dumb for me, don’t get me wrong, but every time you get a little mean, I almost cum in my pants.”
The blatant confession makes you go slightly stupid. You just nod at him, lazy and unblinking. “Yeah. I can do that. You know, if that’s what you want.”
“I do want,” Eddie hums, matching your sloppy head shake. His nicotine-coated breath fans across your cheek. “Very, very much.”
“But not all the time, though, right?”
“No. Not all the time. Just… sometimes— when the moment’s right or whatever.”
“Sure…”
Eddie’s grin broadens when you trail off. A faraway look glazes over your eye. His brows raise expectantly. “What’s that look for?”
You blink rapidly as you descend from the clouds. Shaking your head, you dismiss him. “Nothing. Nothing— I just… I did kinda like not letting you come right away.”
“Yeah. Me too,” Eddie concurs, suddenly breathless.
Your gaze flits to his, mousy and twinkling. Your hands fidget above the covers. “And I kinda wanna try letting you cum and maybe… not stopping…”
Eddie’s eyes go wide. His mouth opens to respond, but he forgets how to speak. He barely remembers to breathe.
“Is that… Is that weird?” you ask, forcing a laugh at his unusual silence.
“No!” he blurts, sounding much louder in the honeyed quiet of his bedroom. “No, that’s… That’s really hot, actually. Like, really hot.”
He zones out just like you had. The imagery of it all makes his stomach whirl. He’s done it to you a number of times — brought you to the edge and kept on pushing you over until you pushed him away. But he’d never thought about ever doing it to himself till now.
Actually, there’s quite a lot of things he’s done to you that he might enjoy himself if he thinks about it.
The thought alone opens a world of possibility in his wild, wild head.
“Can I tell you about something I was thinking about the other day?” he wonders suddenly.
Though slightly startled by the blurted question, you nod. “Of course.”
His gaze flits away from yours. His hand fidgets at your waist, fingers softly scratching at your burning skin. “You know my handcuffs? The ones I clip on my jeans sometimes?”
Again, you nod.
“Well, I— I have the keys, you know? So it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if we— you know— if we used them…”
“On me?” you press, brows pinched in distant concern.
Eddie shakes his head immediately. “No. I know you don’t like that.”
“So… on you?”
“Yeah. Maybe. If you want,” the boy mumbles, suddenly shy in a way you’ve only seen a handful of times — including earlier, when he was begging to cum in your mouth. “I just think it could be cool, you know? Like, you could tie me up and just… use me. If you want,” he repeats.
“Use you?” you repeat with a soft laugh.
He shrugs. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t— I don’t really care about getting off as much as I care about you getting off, you know? I just… wanna take care of you. Want you to take what you want.”
You open your mouth to respond only to find that all words have lost meaning. Your brain is a jumbled mess of alphabet soup. So you just nod, dumb at the very thought.
Eddie’s hand rises from the covers. His palm settles warm at your jaw. His fingers smell faintly of sex as his calloused thumb smooths across your chapped lips. “You could, like, rub yourself on my cock. Get yourself off on top of me,” he murmurs lowly to you, a quiet and crooked grin pulling at his mouth. “Wouldn’t that be metal?”
“Yeah…” you answer with a sigh, getting lost in the daydream right along with him. “Wouldn’t put you inside me at first, either. Not until you’re begging for it.”
His smile widens. “Exactly.”
“Then I’ll ride you until you make me cum.”
Eddie nods, egging you on. He tucks his face into your neck, if only to conceal how ardently he’s blushing. He hides his pink cheeks between your jaw and shoulder and kisses you where he knows it’ll drive you crazy.
“Mhmm?” he urges, muffled.
You sigh a faint moan. Your fingers curl in his wild hair. You press your lips to his temple and continue. “And I’ll let you come, too. Eventually… But I won’t stop.”
“Fuck,” he groans into your pulse.
“Not until you’ve filled me up three times—”
“Oh, fuck…”
You tug at his hair with a soft, stern touch you think you could learn to master for him. His lips click faintly when he parts from you. He blinks down at you with glassy chocolate eyes.
“Something like that?” you wonder, feigning innocence with a sweet-sounding lilt.
Eddie nods, sloppy and stupid. He stammers. “Yeah… Yeah. Some—Something like that.”
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truth or dare. | eddie munson x reader
this one is… filthy. a little enemies to lovers with eddie <3
“thought you said eddie wasn’t going to be here!” you hissed to robin with a glare.
“no, I just didn’t answer. c’mon, he’s always here. I know you’re like his enemy or whatever, but you never come hang out anymore!” she grabbed your arm and pulled you over to where all of the adults were strewn over couches in the basement of nancy’s.
there he was, all dark brown eyes and stupid smirk — sipping from a beer bottle. you scowled at eddie, resigning yourself to an evening in the presence of the one person you tried to avoid in hawkins, indiana.
.
you were a good girl, and eddie was a bad boy. it could’ve been that simple, but it wasn’t. ever since highschool, the two of you loathed each other. nobody knew the real story, from the outside, it just always seemed like the two of you had never gotten along.
you hated him because he thought you were a stuck-up princess. he hated you because you thought he was a futureless punk guitarist.
it had all started sophomore year of highschool, when he’d kissed you in the locker room. your heart had filled with butterflies, but they quickly collapsed when the principal walked in on you. terrified of getting in trouble, when you’d been asked what was going on, you insisted that you would never kiss eddie munson. even eddie’s tough-as-nails exterior couldn’t keep your words from piecing his heart.
ever since then, you’d be enemies.
.
“you came!” steve beamed, handing you a bottle of cider from the cooler.
he and robin exchanged a look — one you ignored — while taking a seat as far away as possible from eddie. they were obviously pleased with themselves for getting you to come to their house party, even if it took a little manipulation. you forced yourself not to acknowledge eddie, though it was nearly impossible as his heavy stare suffocated you. he knew you were refusing to meet his eyes, an act of defiance from you that made him even more irritated.
he wasn’t aware that you were coming to this party — and he detested the way his stomach flipped when you came down the stairs, converse smacking the wooden steps, your legs coming into view, all on display in the little cutoff shorts you wore.
halloween played on the box television in the corner, though nobody was really paying attention to it — more invested in the alcohol and conversation that was happening amongst the group. you listened to chrissy gossip about which football player she was seeing at the time, the story getting looser the more she drank, giggling and spilling filthy details to you, robin, and nancy.
“hey, let’s play a game,” steve suggested, catching the attention of your group.
“how about a little truth or dare?” robin grinned, quickly co-conspiring with steve.
“this is so dumb,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes as you took another drink.
“says the one who never likes to have any fun,” eddie scoffed.
you narrowed your eyes, knowing he was baiting you, but you couldn’t resist. before you could register what was coming out of your mouth, you were agreeing to it, joining the rest in their sinister party games.
“truth or dare, steve?” eddie pulled a truth out of the boy, making him admit that he’d had a crush on robin before he knew she was gay.
it went around the circle, mostly truths until nancy agreed to take a bodyshot off of chrissy.
“your turn,” eddie smirked at you, certain you were going to play it safe with a truth.
“dare,” you answered, looking at steve.
you’d already decided, that whatever it was — you were going to do it. nothing was going to make you get naked and run down the street — the decided on penalty for backing out of a dare.
“brave girl… I dare you to let eddie spank you,” steve laughed, making the room freeze.
“What?” it was eddie that spoke, reacting first to steve’s obscene dare.
“no, you’re joking,” your voice came out in a plea, praying that you’d misheard steve.
“get on his lap and let him spank you. come on, we all want a show. unless of course, you’d rather show off to the neighbors.”
your throat was dry as you stared at eddie, ignoring the giggles and encouragement from the girls on either side of you. eddie sat up, his infuriating grin beckoning you to him.
“I’m not streaking, I’ll get arrested,” you snapped at steve.
“guess you’ve only got one option then.”
your face burned as you slowly got up and walked toward your rival. an unfamiliar knot twisted low in your belly; the way he looked at you caused electric shocks making your fingers twitch.
“over my knee, princess,” eddie teased, leaning back, playing along with their game.
“fuck off,” you retorted, hesitating as you stood at his side, trying to look anywhere but his eyes.
“c’mon now,” eddie’s hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you forward, forcing your body over his lap, giving you the last bit of encouragement you needed.
your stomach jolted, hips digging into his thigh as your cheek rested on the couch beside him. he ran his hand up the back of your leg, squeezing lightly as he mockingly asked your permission.
“whatever, just get it over with, munson. steve, I’m going to kill you,” you tried to laugh off your embarrassment.
the tension that hung between you could’ve been cut with a knife, your heart racing in your chest. eddie could feel it, along with the goosebumps raising over your legs, anticipation, embarrassment, and something primal making you tremble.
your cutoff shorts had ridden up in the compromising position, exposing the curve of your ass to him, the soft skin peeking out below ripped denim. for the first time, eddie feared that you could feel him getting hard beneath you, unable to control himself at the sight of your submission. before he could think, he slapped your ass, hard.
his hand came down with an audible crack, striking the skin that was showing, pain stinging sharply under his palm.
“fuck, ow, eddie!” you shrieked, startled by how hard he had swat you.
“don’t whine at me,” he mocked, pulling your head up by your hair, forcing you to look at him.
your embarrassment escalated to humiliation as heat spread between your hips, settling into a deep throbbing inside you. you hardly registered eddie spanking you again, suddenly more worried if he could feel you getting shamefully wet.
you were furious, confusion muddling your thoughts as you realized you’d never been so turned on as you were right now, slightly tipsy and being spanked by the boy you loathed. you almost forgot your audience, only able to focus on how bad you wanted eddie to take care of the need building inside you.
“that’s it, taking it quietly like a good girl,” eddie hissed, only loud enough for you to hear him as he swatted you again, the pain blooming from his merciless spanking.
steve whistled when you jerked forward, grabbing eddie’s ankle, your nails leaving little half-moons in his skin.
“she’s fulfilled her dare,” robin laughed, easing the thick sexual tension in the room.
you barely heard her, your focus zeroing in on where eddie’s hand had come to rest— realizing he could feel how hot and wet you were through your flimsy shorts.
“have fun sitting after that,” nancy teased, handing you a shot as you awkwardly clambered to stand off of him, nearly losing your balance.
the game moved on, but eddie’s heavy stare remained on you, knowing that a door had opened that could never be closed again. he ignored the game and the others, only praying that his hard-on would go down before he had to stand.
your eyes remained at your feet, cheeks burning in embarrassment, even though your drunk friends had already seemingly forgotten your compromising position. it was impossible for you to forget, the need still throbbing between your hips, and the very noticeable ache as you sat down on the hard floor. he’d spanked you hard — harder than anyone who was just trying to tease and be silly. eddie couldn’t control himself with you, finding that he craved you just as bad as you did him.
the party slowly died down, and you were the first to call it a night, standing off the floor on unsteady legs. you ignored the playful gripes from your friends, grabbing the stair railing and leaving the basement, going out into the cold night.
“wait.”
you turned, your body freezing as eddie munson jogged down the drive after you. before you could back away, his hand wrapped around your wrist, capturing you before you could run.
“eddie, that was-”
“I need to ruin you. I felt how wet you were from that, and I can show you so much more,” he interrupted, dark eyes blazing, fingers tightening on your wrist.
your throat was dry as you nodded, unable to form the words to respond. before you knew it, you were on the back of his bike, pulling up to the shoddy trailer he lived in on the outskirts of hawkins. you gripped his leather jacket, breathing in his scent, the smoke, the beer, everything you hated. you couldn’t think, the need coursing through your body driving every action as you followed him inside, back to the small bedroom.
before you could say anything, his hands had grabbed ahold of your hips, slamming you against the door, smashing his lips against yours. you whispered into his mouth, your fingers finding their way to his curly hair, pulling hard. it was messy and rough, teeth digging into your lip and his hands yanking open the button on your shorts.
you pulled back for air, panting with your forehead against his chest, your mind scrambling to catch up with how fast he was working, your waistband already pulled halfway down your thighs.
“aw, were you hoping you’d get fucked tonight? is that why you’re all bare, you little slut?” he sneered, cupping your shaved sex in his hand, his rings ice-cold against your hot skin.
“eddie-”
“shut up,” he interrupted sharply, dragging his fingers through your sopping wet folds, shoving two inside your pussy with urgency.
your choked whimper was muffled against his mouth, working you open until you were dripping all over his cold silver rings. his other hand wrapped around your throat, pinning you against the hard wooden door, fingering you in the entrance of his bedroom. wet sounds filled the room, your mind spinning as you felt his hard cock straining through his jeans, pressing against your bare thigh.
you kicked your shorts from around your ankles, shoving him away from you, gasping from the loss of contact. his eyes were wild, glaring at you as you pushed him, until a small smile pulled at his lips as he watched you struggle out of your shirt, tossing it on the floor near your other clothes so you were completely naked before him.
he shrugged off his jacket before licking his fingers, a sight that sent a sharp pang through your core, reverberating up your spine. you didn’t wait, pulling at the hem of his hellfire shirt, your lips finding the tattoos that littered his chest like graffiti. he hissed when your teeth grazed over the base of his throat, pulling on your hair as you left a hickey on his fair skin, marking him as he did to you.
“you’re a brat,” he scolded, slapping your already bruised ass.
your pained yelp made him smirk, manhandling your body and throwing you onto his mattress, on top of the mess of blankets and pillows. you watched, practically salivating as he rid himself of his jeans and boxers, hanging heavier and bigger than you anticipated, red and swollen from your teasing.
“don’t look so scared, princess, we’ll make it fit.”
eddie crawled over you, hovering as his hand came to rest at the base of your throat, the other holding him up. you held his wrist, gasping as you felt the slick head of his cock rubbing against your pussy, dragging slowly, drawing out your suffering. your eyes rolled back as he squeezed your throat, restricting your oxygen as he slowly sank into you, burying his cock inside of you. the sensation of it all had your back arching off the bed, pressing his palm harder against your throat. you were bound to be bruised in the morning, but you didn’t care, too consumed with the feeling of him dragging against your walls. the tip of his dick kissed the spongey place inside of you that pried whimpers from your lips.
“eddie, fuck, harder,” you begged, tensing as he harshly slapped your ass, promising to leave yet another handprint on your tender skin.
“you’re a needy little thing,” he hissed, burying his face in your shoulder, gripping your thigh and pulling your knee to your chest, forcing a deeper angle.
your nails dragged down his back as eddie’s mouth found your breasts, biting and sucking as he fucked you with hard, deep strokes. his sounds were animalistic, the heavy moans making your muscles tighten around him, as if you were trying to pry an orgasm from the boy. his body was heavy on top of yours, and the sweet ache in your muscles made your mind go fuzzy, the warmth and intensity helping you along to bliss.
“fuck,” eddie swore, feeling you come around him, an orgasm crashing over your body.
you trembled beneath eddie, clenching so tight he could hardly move, your head thrown back, unholy sounds echoing off the trailer walls.
“no,” you mewled as he pulled out, coming in white ribbons over your belly, painting you in the mess of your shared sins. the loss of contact was a double-sided relief and torture, your body giving into exhaustion as you sank back into the pillows.
eddie looked down at you, admiring both of your marked bodies, and how pretty you looked with his cum smeared over your skin. he wished he could take a polaroid and save the moment in time forever, but he was dragged out of his thoughts when you shifted in clear discomfort.
“here, give me a second,” he mumbled, slipping his boxers back up before getting a washcloth damp with warm water.
you struggled to stay awake while he helped you clean up, his touch far more gentle than what had transpired earlier in the night. he found a band hoodie, slipping it over your head so you had something to sleep in. it was cozy, warm, and smelled like him, and before you realized it, you were drifting off against his side.
.
eddie woke up with you under his arm, your head resting gently on his chest, curled up against his side. you rolled over as he eased out from under you, turning your face into the pillow, determined to stay asleep. he wasn’t going to let you win the battle, crawling down underneath the blanket until he found his way between your thighs.
you awoke to eddie’s mouth on your cunt, tasting your sweetness and sucking gently on your clit, rewarded with a moan as you were dragged awake. your fingers wove into his messy hair, pulling him harder against your cunt. eddie moaned against your wet skin, sending shuddering vibrations through your core, turned on from the pain of your fingers in his hair and your sweet taste.
“eddie!” you squealed as his fingers moved up, prodding at your other hole, eased in with the cum that was leaking out of you.
his mouth left you for a second before biting your inner thigh, reveling in your pathetic whimpers as he fingered you, his other hand dragging up your body to grope your chest, the overstimulation turning your nerves to pure electricity.
“there you go,” he praised softly as you came for the nth time, melting against him, your thighs loosening from around his head, allowing him to sit up. he squeezed your leg, letting it rest over his lap as you caught your breath.
“how long have you wanted to do this?” you asked eddie, your cheeks warming as he leaned down and kissed you instead of answering immediately.
“forever, i guess. even though you make me mad,” his tone was clearly playful, and you rolled your eyes before shutting him up with another kiss.
“did i hurt you too much?” he questioned, fingers tracing over the marks that littered your backside, kissing your hip as he laid down in bed with you, basking in the slowness of the morning.
“not at all. may have to go a little easier next time, though.”
“next time, huh?”
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Hello 💌 it's missing Eddie Munson hours here. Can I request a fic where the reader is the new girl in town? New to Hawkins high and accidentally sits at the hellfire table (cause obviously she doesn't know it's reserved 🤭) and gets all flustered once eddie and the members come up and tell her. All cute and fluffy ☺️
AN | I am weak for this concept! Enjoy 🥰
Warnings | None
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 3k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie
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You clutched at your tray nervously, looking around the cafeteria in search of some place to sit. Everyone had paired off as soon as the bell for lunch had rang and you were basically left in the dust. Most of the tables were crowded, and no one was even sparing a look in your direction. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes and threatened to well up, but you swallowed them down and started to look for an open spot.
After a few moments of trying to make yourself look small you found a few open spots at one of the tables towards the back. With the most miniscule of sighs to yourself you took the seat at the end, and hunched in on yourself, trying to make yourself as invisible as possible. Upon settling in, you reached into your backpack and pulled out the book you were currently reading and dove in.
It was enough to suck you and before you knew it, you were lost and off in your own little world. But then, you heard a loud throat clear among curious little titters. You startled and snapped your book shut, looking up to find several pairs of wide eyes studying you intently.
Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to figure out what was going on, “ummm…hello?”
“What are you doing here?” it came out as more curious and probing rather than angry but it caused your heart to thump wildly nonetheless. He looked young and had dark, floppy hair and gangly limbs.
“I-I couldn’t find anywhere else to sit,” you admitted sheepishly, “and no one was here so I thought it was okay. I’m so sorry-”
“Wait, you’re the new girl, aren’t you?” you turned to the boy with the dark curls under a hat; they all seemed kind but nonetheless it all made you nervous.
“Yes,” you offered them a tight-lipped smile “I’m sorry, it’s just…I’ll go so you can have your table back.”
Standing up, you tried to grab your backpack and throw it over your shoulder in order to leave and run as far away as possible. Mortifying wasn’t enough to cover how you were currently feeling. Before you could get very far, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and stop you from getting away.
“Stay,” the voice was different from any of the others you'd heard so far, honey sweet and warm. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to find another stranger looking at you curiously.
"Uhh…" you were dumbfounded as you looked at the handsome boy standing in front of you. He had dark, wild curls and big brown eyes with a soft smile tugging up the corners. You looked down to where he was still looking onto you and noticed several tattoos peeking out of his shirt, "umm…"
"You're new here, right?" He asked as you nodded dumbly. You were shocked that you hadn't noticed him before - he was so different and unique that he stuck out like a sore thumb, "shit sucks. But seriously, c'mon and sit with us."
"Are you sure?" You allowed yourself to look at the boys; they looked just as shocked as you, "I don't want to intrude."
"I insist," he gave your arm a squeeze before letting go and motioning for you to sit back down. One of the boys gasped lightly as you slowly sank down in the hard plastic shirt. The boy sat down to your right, "hope you don't mind hanging out with the freaks and geeks."
"N-no," you relaxed slightly as everyone sat around as well, "not at all."
"I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson," he held his hand and you shook it, offering your name in response. Your entire face felt like it was on fire as you forced yourself to look away, "welcome to the gang!"
Alright, maybe not everyone in Hawkins was terrible.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
After that first afternoon where you met Eddie and his friends, you started to feel more and more comfortable in your school and within yourself. You noticed that Dustin, Mike, and Lucas had seemed floored by how easily Eddie took to you. You didn’t think anything of it, as you had no prior knowledge of any of them to go off of. Nonetheless you appreciated all the kindness that was being thrown your way.
The next day, however, you weren’t sure if you should just automatically go to their table or wait for further invitation. You’d brought your lunch, brown paper bag crinkled from your anxious twisting, and slowly walked to the table at the back. It hadn’t been lost on you that many people seemed to avoid their table, and a few that did walk back made some nasty comments under their breath. It hurt your heart a little bit because these were the only people that bothered to show you any kindness.
“Hey,” Eddie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts and you looked at him with a nervous little smile. He cocked his head to the side to the chair on his right, watching as you slipped into the hard plastic, “surprised to see you here again.”
“O-oh,” your cheeks warmed under his warm gaze and you wished you could sink into the ground and melt away, “should I not be here?”
“No, no, no, I just meant…I’m surprised you’re back,” he gestured vaguely to the rest of the cafeteria and you almost squeaked when you noticed the rings on his hand. They suited him perfectly, “we’re not exactly the most popular crowd around here.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly too popular either,” you shrugged, catching his eye and exchanging a nervous chuckle, “I think you’re the first person to give me the time of day. No one else has even said anything…they all just kind of stare. I feel like a thing more than anything.”
“The people around here…are the worst,” he put his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand as he studied you intently, “tell me about you.”
“I don’t think there’s much to tell,” you shrugged sheepishly, popping a few crackers into your mouth in order to have an excuse to remain quiet.
“Everyone’s got a story,” you felt him nudge your knee with his under the table, “what’s yours? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
And that was an offer you couldn’t refuse.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
Over the next couple of weeks, you found yourself growing closer to the gang, but more than anything their enigmatic leader.
It hadn't taken long to figure out the hierarchy of Hawkins High School, and it was easy to figure out that you were on the bottom of the totem pole. Compared to the other kids, seeing how they were and interacted with one another, you had no clue being part of the outcasts. They were the only ones that seemed real and genuine.
The worst part of it, or the best depending on how you looked at the situation, was Eddie. You were drawn to him, wanting to know more and more about him, which felt dangerous. You already knew that you'd both be graduating in the spring and then leaving, and that he was on 3rd attempt at his senior year. Those two things in and of itself were more than to make you weary.
The rest of it - Eddie - was wonderful and had you feeling a type of way that wasn't possible. You liked his style, his hair, his personality - all of it. The issue was that you had no clue what he thought about you, or how he felt about you, if anything. Maybe he didn't even think about you at all, besides the hour and change he spent with you at lunch and breaks. That idea didn't settle well in your stomach, even though it had no right to. Eddie was just-
"Everything alright?" You almost slammed your locker shut as you startled at the sound of Eddie's voice. You sighed dramatically before turning around and finding him leaning lazily against another locker. He turned to you and offering you a devilish little smile that caused you to roll your eyes, affectionately of course, “what’s wrong, sunshine?”
“Edward,” you drawled out his name and he groaned at the use of his full name, “you can’t go sneaking up on people like that! I could have had a heart attack!”
“So dramatic,” he tutted, reaching over and tucking your hair behind your ear, “if you weren’t so busy daydreaming, you would have heard me calling out your name. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
“Nothing,” you blurted out way too quickly, and you swore he gave you a knowing little look, “just…stuff and things.”
“Stuff and things,” he echoed in an amused tone as you nodded, your face warming up. Despite the fact that students were all around you, loud and noisy, it suddenly felt like it was only the two of you. He had a way of doing that, you’d learned, making you feel like you were the only thing that existed when he was with you, “very descriptive.”
“I…umm, nothing in particular,” you weren’t about to admit that you’d been daydreaming about him to his face. Not voluntarily anyway.
“Well, I was wondering if you were free tonight,” your eyes widened in surprise at his question. He laughed - nervously - and ran a hand through his dark curls. It really was such an innocent question, you were absolutely friends by this point, but it felt like it held much more weight.
“Did you need help with homework or Hellfire or…something?” there had to be a logical explanation to all of this. Surely….right? Right?
“No,” wrong. Very wrong.
“Oh…what is it then?” you squeaked at him and he grimaced for a moment. He was definitely nervous.
“I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie and made get pizza or something after?” he was biting the inside of his cheek, finding the dirty laces of his Reeboks so interesting suddenly. Eddie Munson didn’t do dates; he didn’t get asked on them and he didn’t ask anyone else. Usually it was only girls that he dealed to that wanted to hook up, but those were quick, illicit affairs never to be spoken of again. But with you…everything had felt different right from the start.
When you remained silent for a few moments, he started to panic but then you opened and closed your mouth a few times, “j-just the two of us?”
“Yeah.”
“Like a…date?”
“Yes?” he allowed himself to steal a peek at your face and when he saw nothing but exuberant joy on your face he relaxed, “yes.”
You gnawed on your bottom lip for a moment before slowly nodding in response, your entire face felt like it was on fire, “no one’s ever asked me on a date before.”
“What?!” he turned to you now fully, pure shock and confusion on his face, “you’re not serious!”
“Eddie,” you were laughing now, a beautiful sound that went straight to his heart and often was the soundtrack of his own daydreams, “I’m being serious! No one’s even really looked at me that way.”
“Well, everyone has been so very wrong,” emboldened, he put his hand on your face and gently brushed his thumb over your cheek, “and in a way I’m glad for that because it meant I got to be the first to do it.”
“Hmm,” you hummed softly before gently wrapping your fingers around his wrist, “and to answer your question, yes, I am free. For you, I’m always free.”
“Wow,” you weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or to you, but it was endearing either way, “great - perfect. Umm, can I pick you up at seven?”
“I’ll see you at seven,” you confirmed softly, heart beating so wildly in your chest that you marveled at the fact that it wasn’t bursting through your ribcage, “don’t be late, Edward.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, sunshine,” he grinned in response, “see you at seven!”
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
You were ready to go well before seven, and ended up nervously pacing around your bedroom. A slew of clothing was on your bed, as you had undergone several outfit changes before finally settling on a simple pink checkered sundress and sandals. You checked over your hair and makeup so many times you were starting to get sick of your own appearance.
Every time you heard a car driving through the neighborhood, you pulled back the curtain to see if it was Eddie. Which was silly, considering you’d been in his van and knew what it sounded like. But still…the nerves were getting to you.
By the time he actually pulled into your driveway, you had started reading a new book in order to occupy your mind. You’d gotten so lost in it that it took your mother knocking at your door to tell you that your little boyfriend was here. All you managed to do was groan in response as you threw your book to the side and grabbed your bag before running downstairs. Your parents had met Eddie a couple of times already, when he’d come to pick you up for school or drop you off, and surprisingly, they didn’t hate him. They liked him, knowing that the fact that he looked and dressed differently had no bearing on the type of person he was. And Eddie was a good guy, despite what a lot of Hawkins seemed to think.
Once you got downstairs, you found Eddie near the door, standing there nervously with a small bundle of floors in his hand. He looked up as soon as he heard you softly calling his name; his brain practically melted at the sight of you. You were always pretty - the prettiest in his kind - but this was just another level up from that.
“H-hi,” he stammered, holding up his hand in a meek little wave before remembering he had the flowers. You took a few steps closer to him, leaving just a little bit of distance between your bodies, “you look lovely.”
“Thank you,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles, “you look good too, Eddie.”
“Thanks,” his stomach fluttered with butterflies; no one had ever said that to him before, “these are for you.”
“You didn’t have to…they’re so pretty!” you gently took the flowers from him, but before you could stop yourself you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. You stopped when you noticed the pink, glittery gloss print you left, but the two of you giggled as you wiped it away, “want to know something else, Eddie?”
“Tell me,” he trailed after you like a lovesick puppy as you walked to the kitchen to grab a vase for your flowers. He watched your every move like a hawk, noticing how you did everything with gentle reverence; it was the same way you always treated him.
“No one has ever given me flowers before either,” you set them on the counter, admiring how pretty they were, knowing they were from Eddie made them that much better, “you keep surprising me without even knowing what you’re doing.”
“I like surprising you,” he admitted softly, and you vowed in your head then and there that you were doing the same thing for him, “I like seeing that smile on your face.”
“Stop,” you gasped lightly before trying to hide your face in your hands, feeling yourself grow warmer and warmer with each passing moment. He shook his head and gently pulled your hands away so he could look at you, “Eddie!”
“I mean it,” he insisted softly, and you knew that he was being honest. You nodded softly and felt him reach for your hand, “c’mon, I have…well another surprise for you.”
“Another?!”
“Well, either we could go see the movie and then get dinner as planned…or we can go on adventure,” he suggested and you practically lit up, “I figured since it’s Friday and if you’re okay with being out a little late, it could be a lot of fun.”
“And let me guess, I would not be privy to any of these things we’re doing until we’re doing them?” your voice was soft and teasing but Eddie nodded eagerly. How very classic of him, “well, just how am I supposed to say no to that?”
“You don’t….”
“I don’t,” you agreed and Eddie cheered happily, already gently pulling you towards the door. He looked like an eager puppy more than anything and his enthusiasm was infectious.
“Get ready for an evening of excitement, m’lady!” he opened the door and brandished his arm, and all you could was to grin at him. He was such a dork but, you were starting to quickly realize, he was your dork, “you are about to embark on adventure!”
“I couldn’t think of anything better,” and your words made his heart melt, “c’mon m’lord, let’s go!”
At the foot of your steps he paused for a moment to look at you. You grew nervous, but as soon as he leaned in to gently kiss you, everything felt right. You kissed him back before he could pull away and you were both grinning like fools.
You’d never been more glad for sitting in the wrong spot before.
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The Metalhead and the Material Girl (Eddie Munson x Reader)
Masterlist All Parts
Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)
Warnings: none
Synopsis: When a super fem new girl joins Eddie’s class he thinks he’s got her all figured out, but he soon finds out that the popular kids aren’t the only ones who judge people’s first appearances
Y/N notes: none
Okay I don’t usually do writers notes but I gotta say thanks to these four: @carolinaflicker @iamsiriuss @hauntingtherosebush @lindsey3300 for helping me out on the lil bit of D&D stuff I mentioned. Some of you guys had slightly different answers for me so if I’m still wrong let me know! (And other D&D playing peeps)
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“I’m Y/N L/N. I transferred here from California for my senior year. I like pop music, fashion and hanging out with my friends. And I hope I can become friends with all of you!”
Pretty. Bubbly. Probably a bit of an airhead. The popular kids will scoop her up in a heartbeat. Eddie thought to himself looking up at the new girl. I wonder how long it’ll take for her to be just like everyone else.
The teacher pointed at the empty seat on the metal head’s right, giving the boy a stern look.
“Y/N I’m gonna seat you next to Eddie here at the front so you can help me keep an eye on him.” Eddie grinned and gave the teacher a wink.
Okaaaay here we go. Eddie thought to himself, leaning back in his chair. What kind of popular girl is this one gonna be? Disgusted by me? Weirded out? Just plain old pretend I don’t exist?
“Hi, Eddie was it?” The new girl asked with the biggest most genuine smile Eddie had ever seen. Her face was enough to melt away any built up hate he had accumulated from every harsh comment thrown at him throughout the years.
“Uh yeah Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He couldn’t help the smile appearing on his own face. This girl was a ball of sunshine.
“Nice to meet you Eddie.” He watched as she took out her things from her bag and set them out on the table. Everything was either pink, glittery or had a cute little character on it. She wrote the date on a new page in her notebook, doodling little stars around the numbers.
The teacher came over and placed a piece of paper on Y/N’s desk.
“This is your time table with your classes. Don’t be afraid to ask someone for help.”
“Oh thank you!” Y/N chirped before beginning to read through it. “Hey Eddie, what classes do we have together?” She tilted the paper towards him. Eddie leaned over and skimmed the page.
“Oh wow most of them. We got all the same ones today in fact.”
“Do you mind if I just stuck with you then?”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah that’s cool.” Eddie wasn’t in fact planning on going to all his classes today, like most days, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to get to know this girl more. He spent the morning walking Y/N to all her classes, pointing out other parts of the school she’ll need to know. He revelled in the looks the other students were giving him when they saw them together. The resident freak with a mystery bombshell.
Lunch came around and Y/N followed Eddie to the lunch hall.
“Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you… what’s on your shirt? Is it a band?” Y/N asked.
“It’s my club.”
“Oh cool! You run a club? What’s it about?” Eddie smiled at her as they reached his table of friends.
“A little game called D&D.” He turned to them and gestured to the new girl. “Gentlemen, this is Y/N.”
The boys all looked at her slack jawed, unable to think of anything to say. Luckily, Y/N had enough social skills for the whole table.
“It’s nice to meet you all! I started here today, Eddie’s been showing me around.” She explained as Eddie pulled out the chair in between his and Dustin’s and letting her sit down. He sat in his own chair at the head of the table just observing his friends trying to process this girl being here.
“You’ve been with Eddie…” Mike started asking very slowly, like he was waiting for the pin to drop. “…since this morning?”
“Yeah he’s been really helpful.” Y/N smiled at the younger student. “So are you two freshmen?”
Y/N continued chatting with Mike and Dustin. Eddie looked behind them at the popular kids who were eyeing him suspiciously. The cheerleaders all glaring and whispering to each other. “Eddie!” The metal head looked back at Y/N.
“Yeah?”
“So all these guys are in your club?” She gestured at the group. “You were gonna tell me about D&D earlier, what’s the game about?” Y/N asked, genuinely interested. Eddie grinned. He stood up like he was presenting to a class. Everyone sat up, hands neatly rested on the table, going along with the joke.
“D&D, or Dungeons and Dragons, is a fantasy table-top roleplaying game that only a select few at this school truly appreciate.” Eddie used theatrical hand motions as he described the game, putting one foot on his chair to add to the dramatic effect. “It is a game of teamwork, decision making, and the luck of the dice.”
He gave Dustin a small nod which prompted the boy to take a heavy book out of his bag and put it in front of Y/N. The Dungeons and Dragons Handbook. She began flicking through it, taking in as much as she could. She gasped.
“Can I be a fairy???” Eddie chuckled at her enthusiasm. He sat back down and shuffled his chair closer to hers.
“I’m sure I could homebrew something for you. Either that or you could be an elfen princess? If you just want that pretty ethereal girl look.” Eddie paused. “That… you’ve already got.” He looked back down at his hands, a little hesitant of his last line, before looking back up. Y/N was smiling at the compliment, easing Eddie’s nerves.
“Hey!” Two cheerleaders had approached the table, one calling out to Eddie with annoyance in her voice. “Why don’t you just stick with the freaks?” Eddie leaned away from Y/N and looked to the popular girls.
They turned to Y/N, who seemed a little confused. “You can come and sit with us instead.” One of them said, like she was doing the new girl a favour. Y/N looked over at Eddie. He kept his face the same, not wanting to influence her decision.
Of course he wanted her to stay, but he just couldn’t deal with the guilt of depriving Y/N of having an actual enjoyable high school experience. It didn’t matter how pretty she was, if she was hanging out with the freaks then she was gonna get bullied.
“Oh uh okay then.” Y/N replied apprehensively, slowly getting up. “I-I’ll be back in a minute.” She said as she was dragged away by the cheerleaders. Eddie pursed his lips together in a saddening smile.
“Suuuuuuuure you will.” He said just as Y/N got out of earshot. He looked around at the guys. “And that my friends, concludes the story of the time we almost got a hot chick to play D&D.” The group mumbled and chuckled, going back to their lunch, clearly no where nearly as affected as Eddie.
He knew this was inevitable. With who Y/N was and who he was. But a part of him, a small part of him wanted to believe that she’d stay. For him. That she wouldn’t get poisoned by the ideologies of the social hierarchy. But that was just wishful thinking. He looked back down at the table.
At least it was nice while it lasted.
“Sorry bout that.” Eddie looked back up to see Y/N again. “So I can be an elf princess?”
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“…why are you here?”
“I did say I’d only be gone a minute.” She smiled. Eddie stared at her, unable to speak. His head slowly turned to the popular kids. They looked even more surprised than him.
“W-What about them?” He gestured.
“What about them?” Y/N asked, confused.
“Aren’t you gonna hang out with them?”
“They don’t seem like people I’d want to hang out with.”
“They don’t?”
“Do I look like a bully to you?” She joked. “So, elf princess? Yes?” Eddie’s smile retuned to his face.
“Yeah. Yeah definitely a princess.”
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HOW HAZBIN HOTEL REACT TO ST. PATRICK’S DAY BY SINNER TEEN! READER
Prompt: sinner! Reader teaches the gang how St.Patrick day is like when they were alive.
MUHAHHA YOU ARE PINCHING BITCHES LEFT AND RIGHT😘☝🏾
I can see you just wearing hella green and pinching the others. Now only if you survive Alastor. Cause it’s cannon that he hates touch. But if you are like his child, he may spare you and want to know the tradition you did.
If you aren’t like a child to Alastor, you better pray to Lucifer that you aren’t getting eaten tonight cause you dipped the hell out of his room seeing his eyes turn to radio dials.
You dress the egg boiz up fancy in green suits and a nice leprechaun hats.❤️ it’s so cute as they just smile at you and hug your legs
Charlie had to talk to you about the pinching today, you softly pinched her as she talked. But you told her how in the modern world that there’s a day where people pinch each other if they don’t wear green on St.Patrick’s day. But once you told Charlie that a green four leaf clover meant good luck.
You better believe she went to Charlie Morningstar, to “GOOD LUCK CHARLIE”😭😭😭
She’s literally going to try and find one so her good luck can help the hotel. She dragged vaggie into this which made vaggie glare at you. You just smirk holding a green flower.
Charlie would go crazy with this small holiday thing as she makes you decorate the hotel in green for it. Hell, and you don’t hate as you help her out with doing the decorations and green painting.
After that, they all started to wear green during that March. Plus, your pinches are like death themselves because you actually accidentally paralyzed husky in his neck
Husk didn’t like the whole holiday until you told him about the drinking. The mf smiles and switched so fast it made you side eye him.
You’re giving the meanest, tightest, skin ripping pinch to Valentino in his damn sleep.
Heaven isn’t safe either 😈
LMAO IMAGINE ADAM WATCHING TV AND HE FEELS A PINCH ONLY TO TURN AROUND TO SEE A FUCKIN LEPRECHAUN- aka which is you
“WHAT THE SHIT?!”
“SURPISE MOTHAFUCKA!” And you just dip like that throwing down a green smoke bomb.
After that hell and heaven both had a meeting to make st.Patrick day a thing, cause how the tf did you get to heaven..no one knows. You are secretly a god/j
You also teach the residents it, like you teach the old school and probably the new school sinners what St.Patrick’s day is like for you.
Who knew a minor like you in hell was such a damn menace, cause straight after St.Patricks Day. People were scared to get pinch whilst you just walk around the hotel and pride ring.
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Bruises [Billy Hargrove x Reader] [Butterflies Part 3]
Title: Bruises
Summary: You thought Billy Hargrove was just a flirt, but he proved that he was actually interested in you- until he went radio silent. Turns out the reason for his absence is a lot more legitimate than you thought.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, language, Neil being an arse
Request: N/A
A/N: Part 3/3 to my Butterflies series
A/N 2: Sorry this took me so long but figured this was owed a conclusion + two lovely anons requested so here it is
PART 1: Butterflies
PART 2: Beliefs
PART 3: Bruises
Billy Hargrove~Bruises
You hadn't heard from Billy in almost a week, and you were starting to get nervous. After your first date, you soon sealed the deal with a second, swiftly followed by three, four- after five you stopped counting. Before the school year started, you were basically going steady- basically official. Billy had been all over you ever since. Since you were only working part time and Billy had just started school, you saw each other nearly every day. And, on the days you didn't, you found the time to call. So, to say that not speaking to him for this long was unusual was an understatement. For the first few days, you tried not to worry- maybe he was just busy. He had started school after all... It could be that- maybe you were being paranoid.
You still called- for the first few days at least... You didn't like to call the house too much because Billy had told you not to piss of Neil. Part of you knew not to risk Neil picking up the phone, and part of you was too worried about Billy to care about Neil. For the first time in a long while, you wished you were still at Hawkins High so you could check on him. Then again, you didn't want to turn up unannounced and freak him about. You were still newly together and didn't want to push him.
As luck would have it, Dustin asked for a ride to school and you agreed: for Dustin, of course, but also hoping for a glimpse of Billy.
"Hey Dusty," you greeted, pulling up next to Dustin's house, engine revving, "Ready for another day at school?"
"Always," he replied sarcastically.
"Hey, watch your tone," you teased.
"I get it from you," Dustin replied, "Maybe you should set a better example."
"Maybe you should pick better role models."
The drive was quiet for the most part- you and Dustin made occasional conversation, but apart from that you were just listening to the cassette in your car. As you neared the school, you took a pause. Dustin probably wouldn't like this question- but you had to ask anyway.
"Hey, Dusty... Have you- I don't suppose you have seen Billy around school? Have you?" you asked quietly, "I know- I know you don't like him, but I haven't heard from him in a few days and I'm getting worried..."
Dustin, surprisingly answered pretty quickly, "He hasn't been in school for a few days- but he came back yesterday with a back eye!"
"A what?!"
"Yeah he had wicked bruises, but he was covering them pretty well-"
"-Fuck-"
"-Language!"
"Dustin, not really the point. Do you know how he got them?" you ask trying not to sound more nervous than you are.
"There's loads of rumours- maybe Steve punched him, but Steve wouldn't do that unprovoked, and- Steve's got no bruises on him, and Billy would definitely put up a fight-"
"-So you don't know?"
"No."
"Okay, thanks for telling me. Right off to school-"
"-You okay?"
"I'll be fine, Dusty. Promise. Now, go. Love you."
"Alright, I'm going, I'm going! And, I know! Bye!"
You dropped Dustin off, then looped the car park looking for Billy. His car wasn't there, at least not yet. You sighed, thinking it was hopeless before circling one last time. Just as you were about to give up, you heard the familiar revving of an engine. Your head wiped around: Billy.
"Billy! Billy! Hey!"
Billy steps out of the car, but begins to head into the school- completely ignoring you.
"Hey! Don't ignore me-"
"-What the hell are you doing here?!" Billy yells, his anger catching you off guard, "What are you stalking me now?"
"N-no, I was giving Dusty a lift, and I-"
"-You what? Decided to bother me?" he huffs, still not fully facing you, "I don't want to talk to you-"
"-I know now's not a good time, but we can talk after school?" you all but beg, "Billy, I'm worried about you."
You try to step closer to him. He's not showing his full face- you can't see the bruises, but you know they're there. Your heart sinks as he takes a step forward and clenches his fist. In that moment, you're starting to doubt everything that has happened between you and Billy. Who was this person? He was not the Billy you knew.
"Billy, please-"
"'Billy please'," he mocks you, "I don't want to talk to you ever again. How about you leave me alone and stop bothering me with your fake pity? Huh? How about that?"
Your voice catches.
"I- I..."
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Billy laughs humourlessly finally turning around.
You stare at his bruises, and you want to run and comfort him, but it's as if your feet and frozen to the ground. He rolls his eyes, but for a moment you catch his gaze and you almost think he's going to break down and take it all back. But, he doesn't. And, your left standing there.
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Billy has a typical day at school- just as shitty as any other. He impatient revs his engine as he waits at a red light and tries not to think about you. If he were being honest with himself (which he rarely was), he hated the way he acted towards you. He wished he could take it all back- but he couldn't. You didn't deserve that- and you sure as hell deserved better than him. Maybe it was for the best, Billy mused, maybe it was good you'd finally seen his true colours. He was a bad person, and you shouldn't be tainted by his brokenness.
Billy collapsed on his bed as soon as he got home. He'd shut his door and began blasting music. Neil wasn't home from work yet so for a few hours he could drown out his thoughts with some obnoxiously loud rock music.
He closes his eyes and-
-"What the hell did you say to them?!" Max bursts into his room yelling.
Max never came into his room- let alone with such an attitude. Billy was about to respond with immediate anger (as he often did) when she continued yelling and he actually listened.
"You made them cry! I've never seen them so upset! Are you listening to me?!" Max shouted, while Billy tries to ignore them, "You need to make it right!"
"I don't need to do anything, Maxine," Billy mutters.
Max pauses and sighs, "I knew you were a real jerk, Billy, but really? Y/N? I thought you liked them."
Billy rolls over.
"But, maybe I'm the stupid one for believing that you actually had human emotions," Max huffs, "You... You were really happy- so were they. I don't understand what changed-"
"-Of course you don't understand! You're a little kid-"
"-I understand enough! I understand that you actually had a shot to be with someone that actually cared about you beyond your mullet and car, and that you blew it!"
"I know!"
"...What?"
"I know, okay?! I know I'm an asshole, I know I'm a piece of shit, I know I made Y/N upset! That's who I am, Max; that's who I've always been- that's who I'll always be," Billy confessed, "It was only a matter of time anyway... Before I ruined it. Maybe it's better it happened this soon-"
"-Of course it's not better."
Billy sat up, glaring at his sister as she sat on the bed.
"It's not too late."
�� "What?"
"To fix it," she explains, "Look, you are an asshole, and a shitty big brother-"
"-Thanks."
"Don't interrupt. I'm not done. You maybe not be the perfect person, but you... You made them happy, and you were happy. You deserve to be happy."
"Fuck. I really fucked up didn't I?"
"Yeah..."
"Did you mean it? When you said it's not too late?" Billy looks to his sister, completely lost.
"Y/N is dropping Dustin and the others at the arcade later at 5pm- you'll have a chance to speak to them then," Max explains standing up and going to leave the room.
"Thanks."
"Oh, and Billy?"
He nods.
"Don't blow it."
~~~
Billy had never been this nervous in his entire life. He thought he was going to explode from the amount of nervous energy inside him. The engine cut out as he parked his car in the arcade parking lot, and he stepped out of the car. He made a bee line for your Mustang, and waited. No more than two minutes had passed before you emerged from the arcade doors. Your face fell when you saw him.
"What do you want, Billy?" you said trying to sound as emotionless as possible- when actually you wanted to cry.
"Please, I just want to talk-"
"-You told me you didn't want to talk again. Ever," you snapped, "So which is it?"
"Look, baby-"
"-Don't 'baby' me," you snapped, "You don't get to do that anymore... Let's just go back to being strangers, okay Billy?"
"No, not okay."
"You're a real head fuck you know that? Earlier I thought you were going to bite my head off and now you have all the time in the world? What changed?"
"I know and I'm sorry," Billy confessed, "It was Max- she knocked some sense into me. Please, just let me explain."
"Two minutes. Go."
"Before I say anything: I know I'm an asshole, and I definitely don't deserve you. I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I... I wanted to see you but I... Neil he beat me up for using the phone so much, and then I was angry- and I took it out on you. I shouldn't have, and I'm sorry... I don't expect you to forgive me, but I hate that I made you cry. Neil is a real prick- he's who I should've taken my anger out on... Not you. Never you.
I'll leave you alone, if that's what you want, but... I really like you. You make me happy- the happiest I've been in a long while. And, I know I can make you happy too- if that's what you want."
"Billy..." you murmur, all but speechless, "He hit you? He did this?"
You're standing so close. Billy holds his breath when you reach up to touch him. He does every thing he can not to flinch. A breath escapes his lungs when you touch him delicately, as though he might break.
"Yeah... It's, uh, not as painful as it looks."
"I'm sorry for getting you in trouble. For calling too much."
"Don't. Don't apologise- I'm the one apologising."
"I know," you manage a smile, "I... I don't know if I can forget what you said, but I forgive you."
He nods, expecting you to leave.
"You want to get some food while we wait for the kids?" you ask opening your car door, gesturing to the other side of your vehicle.
"You sure?"
"Yeah," you smile.
Billy steps inside your car and goes stiff as a board trying not to do anything that'll spook you or get him kicked out. He really hopes he isn't dreaming. Billy doesn't get second chances. He is taken out of his thoughts when you grab his hand.
"Look, I-... You make me happy, Billy. You really do, and... And I still want you- want to be with you," you confess, "But, what happened at the school, that can't be a regular thing. My parents... They yell enough for the whole of Hawkins. I don't like it when people yell, especially the people I lo- care about."
"It's never going to happen again, baby girl," he says very seriously, "I promise."
"Good," you murmur, "Now kiss me, Billy Hargrove. I missed you, and you've got a lot of making up to do."
"Anything for my girl."
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Sleepover
PART 1
Pairing: Eddie x Fem!Reader
Summary: In which you're scared to stay home alone so you go over to Eddie's and ask if you can sleepover.
[Part 2]
As you sat on your couch with only the television to light the room, you struggled to calm your nerves. Your mom was working the night shift which meant you were going to be alone in the trailer all night. And as pathetic as it sounded, you didn't quite like the idea of being alone all night. And it brought you little comfort that Hawkins was practically cursed. Anything could happen to you.
You tried to concentrate on watching the TV and not freaking out over being in this trailer on your own, but it was no use. You felt like you were going to lose your mind if you remained here any longer. So after a few more minutes of worrying, you picked up the phone and dialled Eddie's number.
You'd known him for a couple of months now after he invited you to sit at his table one day, and his trailer wasn't far from yours. He picked up after a few seconds. "Hello?"
"Hey...it's uh...it's (y/n)."
"Oh, hey." He said, sounding a little more upbeat now. "What's up?"
"Could I come over?"
"Uh yeah, sure. Everything okay?"
"Fine, fine." You lied. "I'll come over now."
You put the phone back on the wall and quickly slipped your shoes on, rushing out the door and almost running to Eddie's trailer. You felt like a child, running scared through the dark.
When you reached his trailer, he was already waiting at the door, leaning lazily on the door frame. You followed him inside and stood in the living room whilst he hurriedly tried to tidy the counters. "Sorry about the mess."
"I don't mind." You shrugged. "Thanks for letting me come over by the way."
"No problem." He smiled. "So uh, what's up?"
"I know this is kind of a big ask but...could I uh...would it be okay if I-"
"You wanna stay here?"
"If it's not too much trouble." You said quietly. "I just...it's stupid but...I can't stay in that trailer on my own."
"What's stupid about that?" He chuckled, guiding you to sit down on the couch with him. "You've heard the shit that goes on in this town. There's no shame in being scared."
You sat in silence for a moment before Eddie got up off the couch, holding his hand out to you. You looked up at him in confusion.
"Well if you're gonna stay here, you gotta see where you're gonna be sleeping." He grinned, grabbing your hand and pulling you up off the couch.
"You're...letting me stay?"
"Course. You're always welcome here."
"Thanks."
"No problem."
He led you toward his room and quickly cleared some stuff off his bed before turning back to you. "I can take the couch." You offered, awkwardly looking behind your back to the living room.
"Nah, you're good. Just take the bed."
"You sure?"
"(y/n), take the bed."
"Thank you."
"Hey, do you wanna borrow a shirt or something?" Eddie asked as you began slipping your shoes off. "It's just...that doesn't exactly look...comfy."
"Oh." You said, only now remembering what you were wearing. "Is that okay?"
He laughed. "It's fine. Just, hold on."
You watched as he rummaged around in a drawer, finally pulling out one of his Hellfire shirts. "Sorry." He said, handing it to you. "It's all I got at the moment."
"It's okay." You took the shirt from him and he left the room whilst you changed. You quickly slipped off your jeans and replaced your sweater with his shirt. And once you'd gotten it on, you felt like you'd been draped in a big blanket. It practically swallowed you.
You opened the door and walked out into the living room, where Eddie was slumped on the couch. "Eddie?"
"Oh, hey. Definitely not too small then." He chuckled, pointing to the shirt hanging off your shoulders.
"Oh, yeah." You looked down at your clothes, letting out a nervous laugh. "So I was thinking...since I can't really just take your bed, maybe...we could uh, we could share?"
He raised his brows at you. "You good with that?"
"Yeah. We can go head to toe."
"Alright then." He smiled, following you back to his room.
When you were both comfortable on the bed, you suddenly didn't feel tired. Like when you had sleepovers as a kid and wanted to stay up all night messing around. "Hey Eddie?"
"Yeah?"
"I know I keep saying it, but thank you."
"It's okay. I'm happy to help out a friend."
"You know when we first met, you weren't what I thought you'd be."
"Mean and scary?"
"Yeah." You laughed. "And now look, I ran over here to you 'cause I was scared of being alone."
"Well I'm always happy to help."
"You're a good guy, Eddie Munson."
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between four walls (e.m.)
a/o/b: alpha!eddie munson x omega!reader
summary: when you disappear from school for a few days, eddie is a bit bewildered, until he has a sneaking suspicion.
warning: a/o/b, smut, language
an: hi friends, thank you so much for another follower milestone! i asked what you would like next and this won! i've been working on a/o/b fics off and on for a few months, i think its very fun so feel free to message me ideas about them for blurbs! all my love. xx elora.
The sticky air of Hawkins, Indiana made Eddie’s slovenly curls cling to his neck, likely getting tangled in his beaded, silver chain as his sneakers padded across the rubble. The last place he wanted to be was in Hawkins High, the fluorescent lights bouncing off the cream walls too poignantly and banners announcing peer events.
He had always had a distaste for conformity, but after presenting as an Alpha, he clandestinely craved a sense of ordinariness. His toes pressed against the tip of his sneakers, his favorite leather jacket felt tighter, and his skin felt like the fizz on a freshly opened Coca-Cola. Sensations fluctuate depending on the day with his body attempting to steady itself as his mind tries to comprehend his new demeanor.
While every day had been weird since that fateful day last month, his friends tried to maintain normality by focusing on Hellfire or acknowledging how his buff physique made him look menacing, but things had been slightly off with you.
Every day you sat beside Eddie, even if he assured he wouldn’t be upset if you decided to relocate to avoid the relentless teasing he faced, but you stayed. After years of friendship, you chose to ignore any conflicted gazes, opting to enjoy your company. With satin ribbons in your hair, flowy, floral dresses that rest just above your knees, and your soft skin that always smelled like vanilla from your tube of hand lotion, he felt protective over you.
So when you moved from his left to the very end of the table, each inch felt like miles, cursing himself for feeling so intensely. Always admiring your beauty from a respectful distance, he adamantly maintained the friendship boundary, learning the line and fighting to take a step over.
As he sat in his math class, he awaited your arrival to your assigned seat at the second row of wooden desks, but the bell rang and it remained empty. This was the third day in a row, the first time you had even missed a full day, always finding some hidden strength to persevere through most of the school day. Hell, you often grilled Eddie on his lack of punctuality when it came to his education.
The hairs on his arms stood up, his foot tapping relentlessly against the freshly waxed tile below, trying to rationalize your behavior and disappearance. Plucking the loose threads on his ripped jeans, he couldn’t bother to even think of equations.
Your lack of communication had him on high alert, resisting the urge to confront you in fear of scaring you. He didn’t feel a need to worry about it until he presented, his voice dropped a tad lower, his facial hair growing faster which left him with consistent stubble, and his eyes felt sharper despite their baby-like softness.
As class ended with Eddie not retaining a word of information, he looked at the double doors sending sunlight through, thinking how easy it would be to drive to your house and find out what was wrong. Why you hadn’t been answering his calls, why you weren’t at school, and why you even missed Hellfire. Granted, you didn’t know much about Dungeons and Dragons and usually just sat and watched, it felt peculiar to see your chair empty.
Meanwhile in a quiet house at the curve of a cul de sac, you laid in bed wearing a shirt a size too big and underwear, leaving your mouth open to breathe. The fever encompassing your body added to your discomfort, tears selvage as your tired eyes stare at the wall, hoping that you would be back to normal soon.
Initially convinced it was a stomach ache, an awful flu that had you withering away in your bed, flustered as could be with clammy hands. But your gut wasn’t repulsed, it was the opposite, despite your body feeling like it was on fire as you laid in your bed, alone.
It had been two miserable days since you presented as an omega, leaving you stranded with nothing to assist yourself. The clock only seemed to be moving slower as you could barely sleep without finding yourself in the depths of another dream, a dream of him.
“I’m glad we checked on you, you look like hell.” Robin joked, walking through your bedroom door with Nancy right behind. Even in your delirious state, you knew they typically didn’t hang out together, furrowing your brows.
“Steve’s in the car waiting,” Nancy responded to your voiceless query, reaching her hand up to your forehead with a frown. “Shit, you’re burning up, have you gone to a doctor?”
You shook your head, burrowing half of your face into your pillow with a deflated sigh, “I feel like shit and my stomach hurts, but not in a bad way, but so much that it is painful?” You stuttered in confusion, eyes hazy and unfocused.
Robin fiddled with the various knick knacks in your room, lifting a pair of earrings to her in the mirror. Nancy stood back, looking at you with a thoughtful expression, rubbing her chin almost comically.
“I also just want to call Eddie, but I keep feeling like I’m going to cry if I do. I talk to him everyday! It’s not my period either, I don’t know what's happening!” You exasperated, clenching your sheets closer to your chest as Nancy’s features clenched, sitting on the corner of your bed.
Eddie had been your best friend for years and your longing crush for most of them. Conversations on the phone were routine for you, usually playfully arguing about something meaningless or watching a tv show while giving commentary.
“Sounds like you're presenting, dude.” Robin laughed, turning around, only to be met with your fear filled face and Nancy’s “Did you seriously just say that?” expression that Robin had experienced frequently.
With your parents being an alpha and omega duo, the chances they gave birth to one was highly likely, it was something you had expected. The days prior had left you anxious and exhausted, believing it just to be school related and nothing to note.
“What?” You mumbled, sitting up, breath picking up as tears welled up, “Eddie’s an alpha, right? Oh my God!”
“Hey, hey! Calm down, you’re fine.” Nancy assured, pushing your shoulder gently back, looking at Robin for some form of support.
“I just want Eddie, but I-” You whimpered, hands coming up to your face before a random flannel was thrown at you from Robin.
His flannel.
His fucking red and black flannel he had accidentally left last weekend, you could’ve cried when you smelt it, the pain intensifying, but also blooming peace.
“I don’t think that’s the best idea right now.” Nancy stroked your hair, even her heart breaking a bit at your muffled sadness. “Just try to relax, drink some water, and distract yourself. Okay?” You nodded, thanking them through the fabric in front of your face.
As the girls trudged down the stairs, Robin looked at Nancy with a bewildered face, the front door closing behind them.
“We should tell Eddie! Apparently it’s fucking brutal the first time around!” She kept her tone hushed, Nancy sighing as she looked at the grass beneath our feet.
“She’s had a crush on him for years, Rob. What if something happens and it ruins their friendship? We have to let nature run its course. If she calls him, so be it, but we can’t be the ones to make that call.” Nancy sighed, opening Steve’s back seat door and piling in, Robin filing in the front.
The days for you were fairly torturous, only comforted by the smokey scent of the old flannel and the fantasies you entertained. Your mind began to run as you envisioned Eddie in all his alpha glory, which you hadn’t had the honor of seeing since he immediately goes into hiding when his rut hits.
His broad shoulders, firm grip that is free of rings since his hands swell, his plush lips cascading down your frame. The thought alone made you whimper, opening your eyes to glance at your pink phone, your shaking hands not even able to spin the dial. Your wooden bedside table felt miles away as you stared at it, tears pooling in your eyes at your helplessness.
Part of you hoped he noticed your exodus while the other hoped things would go completely back to normal when you returned. The concept was naive, knowing there was no way you would be able to go back to a regular friendship with him, a thought that plagued you as soon as he returned to school after his first rut.
The front doors of the school couldn’t open quick enough, having not spent a week apart throughout your whole friendship. Even when your family would go out of town, you would call and talk on the phone as if he were right in front of you.
His shoes squeaked against the freshly waxed tile of Ms. Green’s history class, Eddie strolling to his assigned seat towards the front. His chest was broader, thighs a bit thicker, and his face had a certain maturity that you didn’t recall. He turned over his shoulder, ignoring the stares from everyone else and locking eye contact with you, giving you a grin that you exchanged.
When you walked out of class, he yanked you into a hug playfully, laughing in a huskier tone. For a moment you felt dizzy, shaking your head and pushing the unwarranted anxiety to the side. He was your best friend who you had seen shitfaced, crying at romcoms, and shared his bed when you didn’t want to go home.
Things felt different though, never having been friends with an Alpha made everything novice. Each interaction with him made you shiver, feeling light headed with a subtle pain in your abdomen. So you forced space between you, keeping conversation to a minimum and avoiding him if possible. You assumed the pain would subside after a few days, but every time you tried to inch closer, it came crawling back.
In the solitude of your bedroom, your mind drifted to Eddie, starting with the curiosity of where he was or who he was with. Then the thought of him with someone to help him through his rut crept in, bringing a wave of sadness with it. Your feelings for Eddie were prominent for a long time, but you feared losing your best friend, choosing to have him as a pal than not at all.
You thought of him buffing up even more than when he was at school, remembering when you felt his crotch pressed against you when he scooted past, the prominent bulge gathering your attention. Envisioning the chance to touch him made your mouth water, trembling in your pajamas at the thought of his arms holding you and pressing his chest against yours. The way his dick wouldn’t fit your hand, having to use both to fully wrap around it and pleasing him.
The idea anyone else did it made you feel sick, grabbing his sweatshirt he left over once and inhaling the scent. The seemingly innocent action made you feel like a pervert as his perfume lingered faintly on the cotton.
Those thoughts felt like pure cotton candy to the ones you had now, of how he could walk in and do whatever he wanted and you’d love it. No matter what action he was committing, you would cry and beg for more. Even the idea of him being in the same room as you had you whimpering, twisting and turning with huffs of built frustration.
Nancy and Robin stopped by a few times to check in on you, knowing you were too overwhelmed to make yourself food or get water. The school hours they had would usually sync with your nap time as you always woke at random moments in the night. Eddie had mentioned you to Robin that morning, wondering if she had seen you, which she attempted to deflect.
“Why don’t you and Wheeler sit with my boys today?”
Nancy almost killed Robin for saying yes, not because of Eddie’s reputation, but because she knew Robin was close to breaking. Always going soft after seeing you, saying how they need to just get you help and speed up this process.
So with sandwiches in hand, they sat quietly as the members of Corroded Coffin conversed about the latest Hellfire meeting. The younger boys were on a freshman field trip, conveniently leaving room for the girls to sit. Eddie snacked on the cold cafeteria food with lingering eyes on them, their skin crawling at the information they knew.
Thankfully, the talkative nature of Gareth and Jeff derailed everyone’s attention, only noticing the 5 minutes left when Nancy took a glance at her watch as they went to throw away their trash. With freedom at their fingertips, it only seemed pleasantly ironic for it all to come tumbling down when Jason Carver appeared.
The potent bags under his eyes made him resemble a tortured Greek God, bronzed skin under the sun kissed hairs on his head. Eddie opened his mouth to begin his tangent, feeling his legs twitching to hop upon the tabletops, even though his recent development made him a bit calmer.
“Where is she?” Jason asked, not even glancing at the man beside him, locking on the girl's enlarged eyes.
“Who?” Robin questioned, providing an awkward smile that made Jason scoff, wishing his skills developed enough to find you himself.
Jason was one of the other alpha’s at school, his rut helping him with sports and wearing it proudly on his sleeve. His progression made sense, fulfilling the family history of powerful alphas, but he had yet to find an omega to care for. Or even just to hold him over as most went into seclusion during their heats.
He wouldn’t have even known if a fellow member of the basketball team overheard the girls talking in hushed tones in the hallway, presuming no one could hear them over the sounds of chatter and clashing lockers.
As if intended, the bell rang loudly, everyone standing to return to class. Jason kept his intense gaze until his friends yanked him away, pestering him for information about that night's practice. Eddie’s gaze didn’t waver as he looked at the both of them, smelling a tinge of anxiety on them, a convenient sense he inhabited.
“You guys have 10 seconds to say why Jason Carver just said her name.” He responded with fraudulent tranquility, his black lunch pail secured tightly in his palm, holding his ground despite the varying rushing bodies beside them.
After a moment of silence, Nancy found herself surprised at her lack of a quick rebuttal, something about the look Eddie was giving her making her freeze. It wasn’t one of infatuation, more akin to fear as his tensity remained.
“She presented!” Robin sighed, shoulders relaxing as if pounds had been removed from her chest. Her friend smacked her arm, watching as the man across from them went stagnant. Despite the fleeting deliberations, all the girls across from him saw was his clenched jaw and his eyes diverting to the spot you typically sat.
“As what? And why the fuck does Jason Carver know before me?” He gritted out, clenched fists glued at the side of his thighs.
The bell signaling class started went off, jolting Nancy and Robin from their subtle haze, trying to think of anything to divert his attention. However, Robin couldn’t stop thinking about how you were crying for him, that you would feel infinitely better if she just mentioned the slight detail.
“I don’t know how he found out Eddie-” Nancy snapped, becoming irritated with the theatrics, wishing she was just in algebra class for the first time ever.
“As an omega!” Robin blurted, Eddie’s eyes widening as his fists loosened, “She presented and has been a mess! She’s too emotional to do anything, just wallowing away and whining for you.” The last part trailed off, but Eddie understood it clearly, his instincts that just were beginning to sprout commencing to full bloom.
With tunnel vision, he found his way out of the school, not caring if any teacher saw him. His mind was on you. You, who had been crying in pain for him for days and no one cared to mention it.
The way to your home went by in a blur, glad he knew the route well enough to not maintain complete fixation on the journey. His respiring didn’t cease as he sped down the old roads, trying his best to avoid the potholes or random piles of trash.
He barely put the car into park before he was racing up your driveway, putting his hand behind the potted plant at the right side of the maroon door. With the key in hand, he was soon in, putting it in the nearby bowl at the entryway table. The house was quiet, everything in a perfect state, making him remember your parents were out of town for the week.
The aroma reached his nose like a tidal wave, unfamiliar yet agrestal as he saw the light glowing from under the door at the end of the hall. His socks hit the carpet as he yanked his shoes off, promenading down the beige carpet with small floral detailing.
The door opened when his hand gripped the bronze handle, finding you asleep in an oversized shirt, curled in on yourself with his lapsed flannel. A warm spread across his chest and his groin, stifling the animalistic noise fighting through. Approaching you, he pushed the hair from your face, feeling the intensity of your fever on his shaking palms.
His scent made you stir, squeaking as your body searched for the touch with the twist of your neck. He trailed his finger down the bridge of your nose, noting the small pores he had never been able to see before, trailing to your cupid's bow.
Your eyes fluttered open as he knelt beside you, cupping your cheek gently as if you were fine china. Your pupils were dilated, practically encompassing your whole iris, and he could feel your internal heat increasing with his proximity.
“Eddie.” You mumbled, confused if this was a cruel dream that your hormonal mind was conjuring, but he smiled, his thumb brushing past your bottom lashes. Lunging forward without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him on the bed, legs squirming with the growing discomfort between them.
As his body enveloped yours, he clenched his eyes tight, feeling the profound burst of testosterone. His stupor was interrupted when he felt a surge of wetness on his jeans, pulling away to see the slick that seeped through your thin cotton panties and to your mattress.
Wanting to avoid any embarrassment on your part, he smashed his lips to yours, keeping a steady hand on your jaw to maintain the pacing. There was no time to think about what you were doing or what your friendship would be after this, just the need to be close.
“You’re okay, I’ve got you, my omega.” He puffed as you whimpered, sitting up on his knees to pull off his shirt, initially going to throw it on the floor until you snatched it to bring to your nose. He plucked it out of your grasp with a teasing smile, putting it above your head beside your white pillows.
His hands found the hem of your shirt, inching it slowly up your body, revealing the skin he had been dreaming of. Discarding the old cloth, he stared in hunger at your chest as his hands grasped the mounds of flesh upon them. Wincing at your cry from the abrupt touch, simultaneously becoming harder beneath his constricting jeans.
Managing a way to strip them, he was left in boxers that did little to conceal his arousal, yet all his attention was on the sea between your legs. The fabric was so wet, the baby pink went to a darkened tone, making him rip them off.
“Oh, this cunt is just drooling for me, isn’t it?” He chuckled, running a finger through your folds before slotting it between his lips. Gasping, you reached to grab him, which he obliged. His lips met yours like slotted puzzle pieces, shimmying off his last article of clothing.
“Alpha, please.” You mewled, eyes wide as your lips hung open as he grabbed his length. The growl that escaped was impetuous, your nipples skimming across his milky chest, his hand stopping your jaw from when you tried to look downward.
“You’re okay, omega- Shh, it’s okay. Take a deep breath.” He says softly, thumb stroking across your scorching skin, applying slight pressure.
He had always been well endowed, but after his presentation, things became more intense, especially when he was aroused. Eddie thought the idea that alpha’s couldn’t be with beta’s because it was dangerous was just dramatics, but when he came to full hardness with his knot in place, it made sense.
The last thing he wanted was for you to see him below right now, knowing your brain was already scattered and that he didn’t want to scare you. As an omega, your body was made for this, it was begging for it. It just took a little getting used to.
His tip had barely probed your walls before you winced, clutching onto his shoulders like a lifeline. Though he knew you were in slight discomfort, something brought him amenity knowing he was going to help you feel much better.
Protruding further in, he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, pressing wet kisses to your skin and savoring the essence coming from it. He thought he could become high on you alone as you basked in his own scent, feeling as if it coated you from head to toe.
“Feelin’ okay?” Eddie mustered, jolting his head back slightly when you started nodding profusely, making him chuckle and go deeper.
“You f-feel so good, so so good. Y-your cock,” You cried out, the tears tumbling down with mixed moans, “You’re so pretty and so n-nice to me, s-so nice even when you don’t-t have to be, which is so nice of y-you.”
“Baby,” Eddie’s chest constricts and he smiles down to continue, only realizing he had inched his way fully inside when his balls bounced against the swell of your ass. A loud moan that vibrates within his chest comes out, making you grip to him more securely.
“S-so big and full, so full, I don’t want you to leave, please.” You whimpered, hand reaching to feel his hair, “You m-mean so much to me a-and I l-love you. Thank you, thank you.”
“Sweetheart, shh, it’s okay.” He coos with a huge grin, almost laughing with how precious you are to him right now, “I love you too, I’m not going anywhere.”
The first orgasm you experience hits you like a sucker punch, his words of affirmation being the final straw, shaking like a leaf against his firm chest. Your mind goes blank as you let out a string of noises, feeling the way he feels inside you in such intense detail. Your eyes reopened as you whined at the pain still persisting, which Eddie was mere moments away from solving.
He never thought he’d be able to see you like this, not even as an omega, just in general. Your iris’ so wide, he could see his reflection down to the small lines next to his lips. It felt so natural to be inside you, to be protecting you and fulfilling your needs. The thought that Jason Carver almost made it here made his blood boil, thrusting sharply out of instinct, before focusing on you.
“Want you cum, Eddie, want your cum, alpha. Please, please, please! I’ll be good and do whatever you say, you can do whatever you want to me, just, please!” You cried out, sending Eddie to his final straw, his knot snapping loose with a potent moan.
Sublime existed within you, he thought, his mind going completely blank as he pumped you full of his release. Your sobs had turned into subdued mewls as your body felt relaxed for the first time in days, clutching to Eddie with your face in his neck.
Groaning like an old man, he managed to roll onto his back with you still attached and startled by the movement. “It’s okay, just get comfortable, sweetheart.” He murmured, yanking your blue quilted blanket over the both of you despite the sweat, already expecting your come down to be reasonably harsh.
To say Eddie wasn’t the best student was valid, but he did pay attention in health class, learning the dynamics of alphas, omegas, and betas. There was something so intriguing about it to him, thinking it was intricate enough to be a part of Dungeons and Dragons, when a brave warrior saves a helpless civilian.
Even back in the freezing classroom, he felt his heart clench at the explanation of omegas while some tried to joke about it and laugh. Describing the genuine distraught they endure if they’re without a caretaker, a toy being a last resort because of how much emotional support they would need afterwards.
Alpha’s could get away with going solo, a bit pent up and lonely, but nothing like omega’s who became practically helpless. For an auxiliary learning experience, they played a video of a female omega in heat for the room for pre-presenting 18 year old boys. There wasn’t any sex, but it was how emotional she became after just a few minutes, only finding peace when a man came in and picked her up, her alpha. They played one of an alpha, but the pretense didn’t last nearly as long as he could smell out his omega in the room from the start.
The worry that you had been in here for two days plagued him as you took deep breaths on his chest, his knot gradually diminishing. He squeezed you tighter unintentionally, angry that he didn’t know sooner, that he didn’t realize it or that no one told him.
“Look at me.” He stated, a bit too sharp than intended, your obedience falling into place as your chin rested against his chest. Your cheeks were still wet, sniffling as the aftermath endured, looking with distressed eyes.
“Don’t wait to call me, okay? It doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed. You could’ve hurt yourself.” He exaggerated, regretting his tone as soon as your lip began to wobble, “Hey, sweetheart, hey. It’s okay, I’m not mad, I just don’t want you to be in pain, okay?”
You nodded as he rearranged you both, his length slipping out, much to your dismay. But the need to nest festered within seconds as he went to go get you both drinks and snacks, grabbing his shirt and flannel. Even his jeans joined the pile as it surrounded you, nuzzling into the cotton of his top, toes flexing in delight.
He entered with some water, granola bars and bananas, somehow remembering they were a positive supplement for after a heat even though he forgets his own house number sometimes. Chuckling at the sight, he sat against the headboard as you shuffled into his side, curling up. Holding the cup to your lips, he swiped the spare stream that dripped down your tongue before drinking some himself.
Handing you a piece of the fruit, he opened his snack, but kept his attention on you as you looked downward. His fingers found the loose strands of hair by your ear, stroking them rhythmically as you finished and handed him the peel. You both sat contently as the wrapper and peel were thrown into the bin, but he could feel the slump of your frame, assuming you hadn’t got much rest the past few days.
“Go to sleep, omega, I’ll be here. You’re safe.” He assured, scooting farther down so you were both lying on your backs, wrapping his arms around you.
The sleep was like no other before, instantly submerged into tranquility of varying levels, Eddie being exhausted and waiting till you were out to fall. While you slept, your body still buzzed with nerves, still coming to terms with the new elements surfacing.
Stirring awake in the dark room, you rubbed your eyes and smelled the pheromones exuding from Eddie’s sleeping body that you could now process. The discomfort between your legs surged with wetness, worried you would wake him and he would be displeased at how early it was. The red clock blinked at 5:43am, the sun wasn’t even beginning to show.
Mistakenly peering down at his boxers, your mouth watered at his bulge, feeling an encompassing need to see it. You wanted to press kisses all over him, around the coarse hairs below his belly and sucking on his tip to taste his arousal.
Eddie woke up to quiet fussing, feeling you twist against his chest and look up at him, shocked to see his eyes opened. He could see the guilt right on your face, to which he silently shook his head with a smile, stroking your head.
“Alpha, ‘m sorry, I need your c-cock, please.” You begged, wiggling down to his waistband, pulling out his half hardened length, “S-so big.”
He knew he only had a few minutes before you wouldn’t be able to have him in your mouth anymore, becoming too thick for your throat, so he let you indulge in this. You wanted this, he could see the drool dripping down his shaft as you sucked him, but he also knew this wasn’t going to do anything for you emotionally.
“My pretty, sweet, omega.” His voice coaxed in a morning gruff, “Can have this for just a minute, okay? Did so good yesterday, so proud of you.”
He saw your eyes haze over, eyelids drooping as you hummed around him, his hips resisting the instinct to snap forward. Your repeated suckle made him thicker, unbeknownst to you as the action only soothed you, ignoring the growing pain between your legs.
His hand intertwined with yours as he looked out the slit of the curtains of the window, the orange rays of the sun just cresting the Earth. Something about waking up before sunrise felt forbidden, like the world wasn’t awake yet, that this was stolen time. Time where only you and him existed.
The ache of his knot began to form as he reached down to pull you up, only to hear a yelp. He flinched, looking down to see your wide eyes with his dick between your lips. He forced his growl down to not give you mixed messages, only raising his brows and curling his finger up to him.
When you failed to do so, he lifted you despite your begs, laying you down and hovering over. He hushed you, feeling himself throb against your pretty thighs, ones he definitely wanted to explore more when you weren’t as sensitive. If he were to love on them now, he thinks it’d feel more cruel to you than anything.
You wiggled beneath him, faint pleads escaping your lips as his scent covered you, not being able to comprehend all the feelings that swarmed you. Eddie managed to throw off his boxers, caging you in beneath him as his necklace trickled on your sternum. One of his arms went downward, grabbing the base of himself and giving a few tugs.
“I know what you need, omega.” He gritted, his tip sliding between your silk-like folds with ease, making him shudder. Somehow this managed to calm you down slightly, knowing he knew what to do, even just based on pure instincts.
Slotting inside you, he shut his eyes and moaned, your wetness helping to aid the size of himself. Your moans may have been considered singing if anyone heard the way they flowed together and he wondered if it just sounded that way as your alpha.
“Alpha, please, need your knot. Need so many.” You begged, breaths shallow as your body began to shake, already succumbing to your first orgasm. He couldn’t help, but chuckle at you, nuzzled into the crevice of your neck as he kissed the skin softly.
“My sensitive girl.” He mused, pressing himself further to rub at your clit, making you jolt. His speed increased as he felt himself growing impatient. He could last longer than this, he knew that, but he wasn’t going to try and prolong it, especially when it helped make you feel safe.
“I’ve got a rule, omega,” Eddie began, your eyes wide like saucers as you looked up, “You have to come twice every time I knot, okay?”
Your petulant whine sounded through the room before he hushed you with his own lips, his hand going between your legs to rub at the bud of nerves. Your legs shook profusely against his hips, not expecting the added pleasure that left you speechless.
“Come with me, baby. Gonna fill you up, give you my knot.” He growled, gripping onto the headboard to thrust faster than before, “Fuck, need to fill you up. My omega.” He watched as your tits bounced in rhythm, your orgasm sneaking up on you.
His knot shot into you with velocity, covering your walls completely as you mewled, coming for a second time as your back arched. Eddie thought he almost dented the metal headboard, his hands a mix of red and white as he let go, twitching from the intensity his body was encountering.
Peering down, he saw your eyes shut, mouth opened as you caught your breath with just the tip of your tongue poking out down the middle. He smiled, pushing the hair from your face and kissing you. His knot was still throbbing as it deposited completely within you, hoping he’d be able to keep doing this. Now more prepared for when he rolled onto his back, you just adjusted to be comfortable, hoping he wouldn’t get soft too fast and you could continue this close.
The first presentation was usually a false heat, it has all the same symptoms, but there is little chance of pregnancy. It was one of the reasons he wasn’t too paranoid about giving you his knot, since that is what sedates omegas, but he didn’t want to be too risky. His heart bursted as you settled in his arms, wondering what would happen after your heat was over, trying to assure himself you wanted him. You whined for him and he wasn’t going to let that go.
The next few days consisted of waking up, having sex, Eddie cooking for you, and naps. It was like a slice of heaven in four walls, embracing the affection you were both giving each other.
He had gone back home once to grab clothes, cigarettes, and some notebooks to work on his campaign and music. He had given Wayne a call the first day, saying he was out for the night, but would be back home soon. He hung up before he could hear the response, but knew he’d have to face his uncle eventually. They were close, practically father and son, but they weren’t open in that nature.
He pulled up to the trailer, seeing the familiar truck in the dirt in front, taking a deep breath before stepping on the damp ground. Opening the door gently, he spotted his uncle asleep on the recliner as the news played softly on the TV. Going straight for his bedroom, he shoved as much as he could in his duffle bag.
Truthfully, he was missing you more than he wanted to admit. It was only minutes, yet, he felt a pain in his chest that you were alone. He did wait for you to fall asleep as you tried to act okay with him departing for an hour, untangling your arms and legs from one another.
How he managed to quickly pack his bag with minimal noise was a mystery, but he was grateful, hoping to utilize whatever freetime he had with writing or planning. He even brought some extra shirts for your nest as those were your favorite and his jeans kept rubbing weirdly against your cheeks. Racing to the front door, he had almost escaped as his grasp reached the handle.
“Where were you at and why aren’t you in school, boy?” Wayne grumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes as he laid back. Something about his demeanor could make him seem laid back, but he meant business when it came to Eddie’s future and he didn’t want to add another senior year.
“It’s excused.” Eddie responded cooly, mentioning quickly that he stayed at your home, leaning against the door and rocking on his heels. His nonchalant attitude made the older Munson open his eyes, looking with a squint as he adjusted to the light and to whatever game he thought his nephew was playing at.
Awaiting the explanation, Eddie imagined the ground swallowing him whole, teleporting him back to your cute bedroom with frills and stuffed animals. But no, he was standing in front of his uncle, who was in no mood for shenanigans after an exhausting shift.
“She presented. The school excuses both, uh, parties.” Eddie mumbled, the rubber of his shoes touching as he looked down at them, not seeing the way the man in front of him straightened up.
Humming in response, Wayne sat in thought as the boy refused to make eye contact, unsure as to what his reaction would be. How does one react to something like this?
“Takin’ care of her? She’s a sweet girl, always liked her.” Wayne mused, making their eyes finally meet. While the question could’ve been interpreted in a more vulgar way, he knew what he meant. Meant that he was actually taking care of you as an alpha should, not just to get laid.
“She is and yeah. Feeling better now, didn’t get help till two days after. She asked for me.” He trails his words with pink cheeks, kicking himself for saying too much, but Wayne gives a small chuckle. Not at what he said, but at how much Eddie’s demeanor reminded him of when he was young.
“Alright, alright. Standin’ here looking like a prisoner, go.” He laughed, not really needing any other information as Eddie left within a blink.
The drive back to your house was tortuous, practically smelling you on his clothes in a way that became addicting. With little shame, he inhaled in his shirt deeply while at a red light, the car behind him eventually honking to send him forward.
It was crazy to him that yesterday morning felt so long ago now, that the conversation with Nancy and Robin wasn’t even 24 hours ago. He knows news is never expected fully, but this took him by surprise and made him feel less guilty about getting off to the thought of you during his rut.
He wondered if that’s why you popped in his head no matter how many times he tried to distract himself, your pretty face dewy as he fucked into you at a, seemingly, unforgiving pace. His hands all over your body and you reacted instinctively to them before he filled you to the brim with his knot.
The thoughts ran through his brain until he pulled in your driveway, grabbing his bag and the spare set of keys that used to reside behind the large flower pot. The muffled sounds of music could be heard from your boombox as he stepped inside, kicking off his shoes. Jumping over steps until slipping on the edge, he caught himself by the rail, puffing with annoyance.
A whine rang through his ear like church bells, adding to the ache between his legs that he hadn’t noticed before. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you immediately lit up at his presence, holding open your arms. Plopping down the bag, he dramatically raced towards you while crouching and swooped you into his arms with a laugh.
Litters of kisses were left on both sets of skin, feeling an overcast of warmth as you returned to each other. He only pulled away to drag his bag closer, rummaging through it before lifting up an old Hawkins crewneck sweater, slipping it on you over your large shirt. You practically melted at the way his scent took you, shrinking your head, arms and legs until you were in a tight ball within it.
“Glad you like it, baby.” He chuckled, kissing the patch of your hair that peeked through as he unloaded some of his clothes. It was almost comical how little articles he brought, knowing that most of their days would not involve clothing at all or would only be on long enough to be taken off.
Putting it in a neat pile by your dresser, he dug in his bag to see the condoms made specifically for alpha’s, dreading the fact he would need to wear them soon. He decided to keep it hidden, not wanting to upset you when you weren’t using them yet. He could hear the soft snoring from the tucked away ball on its side, biting back a large grin.
Shimmying off his clothing besides his royal blue briefs, he molded himself around your frame and lifted the blankets over top. He felt your arms wiggling before a practically inaudible whimper as it dawned on him that you couldn’t feel the arm holes in your slumber.
“Goofball.” He mutters to himself, unable to help the smile and pink cheeks as he uncurls you to bring to his chest. Your lips puckered briefly against his peck, the subconscious kiss making him want to squeeze you in joy. He liked existing inside these four walls with you.
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hi bug!! for your shy!reader requests, idk if you’re going smutty w them but if you ARE: I love the concept of reader being generally pretty quiet, which extends to r’s sex life bc they’ve never thought to b otherwise… enter Hawkins’ own loudmouth DM who takes it upon himself to coax every noise out of reader that he can 💖🫡
ty for requesting! here's my first attempt at smut on here since 2023 :D — eddie teaches his quiet gf how to be louder in the bedroom (shy!fem!r, smut 18+)
Eddie’s face appears from beneath the covers — pale cheeks flushed, chestnut hair wild. He’s still got his ringed fingers wrapped ‘round your thighs, clutching you with the same intensity he’d had when his face was shoved between them.
He blinks at you with chocolate eyes and drags his tongue across his lip. His pink mouth is softly swollen with use and glittering with your honey. “Is this okay?” he slurs between labored pants.
You lift your swimmy head from the pillow and peer at him through the valley of your breasts, rising and falling with each deep breath. You nod until the words catch up to you. “Yeah. Yeah, it’s— it’s good,” you answer breathlessly, though you don’t think that describes the half of it.
There aren’t enough words in the English language you could string together to describe how he makes you feel. How good he is with his tongue. How you’re throbbing clit still pounds like a heartbeat for more of him.
“Okay. Good,” he huffs with a lazy nod.
His fingers fidget around your thighs when he shifts on the mattress, wincing slightly when his sensitive cock ruts against it. “I just… I wanted to make sure, you know? ‘Cause you weren’t… You weren’t really… Saying anything.”
He forces out a chuckle to keep the honeyed mood light while horror floods your features. Your eyes soften around the edges with worry. “What was I… What was I supposed to say?” you squeak.
“Nothing!” he answers quickly, eyes going wide when he senses your panic. “It’s just… Most— Most people moan when they feel good and stuff…” His lip quirks in a lopsided smile before a laugh sputters from them. “I mean, you’ve heard me. I’m fucking loud.”
He is. He’s more than loud, actually — full of gruff moans, pretty whimpers, and neverending praise. He never leaves you with an ounce of worry when you’re with him ‘cause he’s constantly rambling about how good you feel.
“Fuck, baby, that’s good— Oh, shit,” he babbled while he fucked your mouth, some minutes ago now. He whimpered after, high-pitched and faraway.“Gonna make me cum— so fucking hard— in your pretty little throat. Fuck, angel. Fuck—”
You writhe on the mattress, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in your own skin.
You become acutely hyperaware of how bare you are below him, with his face mere inches from your glistening pussy and his chocolate eyes swimming with warmth. You feel more naked than you already are. Totally fucking see-through.
“Sorry,” you murmur sheepishly. “I just… I guess, I’m just quiet. I don’t know.”
Eddie smiles like he isn’t wearing your slick all over his chin. “That’s okay,” he assures with an innocuous twinkle in his eye. “But you don’t have to be. You know that, right?”
You blink at him until you realize the question isn’t rhetorical.
His smile falls into a mischievous smirk when you nod.
“Be as loud as you want for me, yeah? Make all the noise you want…”
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He’s a menace.
Eddie Munson is a total fucking menace.
He doesn’t eat your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. No, he takes his good and well time with you — like he plans on doing this, and only this, for the rest of his life.
Your inner thighs are slick with saliva. His spit drips down your ass, along with your honey, as his tongue laps mercilessly at your cunt. Slowly, gently, agonizingly. It’s like he can’t help but be so sloppy. Like he can’t help but drool all over your pussy ‘cause he loves it so damn much.
“Eddie, please,” you whine through heavy pants, clammy hands cradling your knees to keep them spread for him. “I wanna cum, Eddie. Please, I wanna cum.”
If he’s doing all this to get you talking, well, it’s fucking working.
His mouth smacks when it parts from your sensitive clit. The delicate button is as swollen as his lips are now. His pretty face is utterly blissed out — mouth rosy, eyes lidded, cheeks flushed. Like he’s found heaven in your pussy.
“Shit,” he huffs with a crooked smile, still a bit breathless. “You taste too good… Got me all distracted… Wasn’t tryin’ to tease you, babe, I swear.”
He pulls back the sticky hood of your cunt with a ringed hand. You keen when his thumb rolls over your throbbing clit. “Fuck, Eds,” you gasp — back arched, head thrown back.
“Need it that bad, huh?” He chuckles quietly when your hips buck into his hand, desperate for more.
“Please, Eds,” you beg with your eyes squeezed shut. Tears burn in the very corners of them, stinging like you might cry at how good he’s making you feel. At how badly you want him to make you cum.
Spit dribbles from his pursed mouth onto your already slick pussy. He rubs it in with guitar string-calloused fingers, and your toes curl into the sheets. “Wanna cum?” he slurs, blinking slowly at your trembling form with pretty button eyes. “Wanna cream on my tongue?”
You whine at the vulgarity of his words — and at the lightning strike that rushes down your spine when his merciless fingers graze your pulsing clit. Swallowing down a sob, you nod rapidly against the pillow.
Eddie kisses your pussy like he would your mouth. Your honey clings to him when he pulls away, smirking up at you with glittering lips. “Then keep talking for me, yeah?”
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Emily: ARE YOU-
Sir Pentious: fucking
Emily: KIDDING ME? YOU COMPLETE-
Sir Pentious: fucking
Emily: IDIOT! YOU-
Sir Pentious: asshole
St. Peter: ... I'm sorry, what the fuck?
Sir Pentious: Miss Emily doesn't like swearing, so I'm helping her out.
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son reader and daddy gojo
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your hips ache, the toy pressed against your gushing pussy set on the highest level made you squirt non-stop. creating stains on the bed.
your voice tremble at the continuous orgasm after orgasm. causing you to fall your head back, completely lost in the feeling. your mind went black, unable to hear the approaching footsteps of your dad.
"hey, where do you wan-" he opens the door and sees you, legs spread and pussy facing him while you came. being unaware of satoru entering you room, you moan loudly and happily that all your stress has dissappeared.
the moment you look up, you see his face, wide-eyed a and his mouth slightly open... you covered yourself up immediately but it was too late. he already saw you.
god knows how much, you wanted the floor to swallow you. "GET OUT!" you screamed, face red and embarrassed as hell.
"sorry darling, i cant do that." he locked the door behind him and approached you. he grabbed the duvet and pulled it away, the vibe no longer on your hand but still on. pussy still wet, and you're legs closed.
"what the fuck-!" "quiet now, wouldn't wanna wake your mom up.." his large hands held your thighs and forcefully spreaded them apart "aww, if you wanted help y'couldve just asked~ look at this poor pussy" he flicked your sensitive clit "let daddy help his poor boy 'kay?"
"but.. this is wrong.." tears started forming in the corners of your eyes "shh, it's okay baby. i'll make you feel hundred times better than that toy~" he places a kiss on your forehead before putting you in a mating press.
"ready?" before you could respond, he plunged his cock into you as deep as he could. "oohh fuck that feels good~" he waited for you to adjust to his girth. "daddy...your so big-!... hurts.." you tiny hands scratch at his shoulders.
"i know baby, but.. trust me you'll feel better." he begins pounding into you, making the strings inside the mattress creek. his heavy balls slapped your ass while his pubes tickled your clit, building up another orgasm.
"fuck-! im gonna cum again!" you tapped on his shoulders "that's okay, cum as much as you prince~" he stopped thrusting and grinded into your cunt as you squirt all over his abs.
"shit. your pissin all over the place." even in times like these, he still teases you. "shut up!"
"alright babe, do your best to keep that mouth shut 'kay? gonna fill you up to the fucking brim~"
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