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(SMUT) Tiny Swords Part 5 - Eddie Munson x (afab)Reader

This is a smut chapter- if you're under the age of 18 please don't read it. Be safe on the internet ok?

A/N: if u guys want stellar Eddie content that are not my fics (;) ), go on TikTok and search up @/abi.0113 (remove dash) her Eddie headcanons are *chefs kiss* amazing and I include a few of them in my fic without even realising we had similar thoughts about him ;-; how beautiful

sorry if this is long and wordy- smut only comes at the end because I'm obsessed with fluff and I feel like we all deserve a loving person in our lives like Eddie (not to spoil vol2 but... let's just say we all deserve it ;-; )

WARNINGS: SLOW, AFAB reader, female bodily autonomy, reader uses they/them pronouns, reader wears make up, reader smokes, oral (female and male receiving) cunnilingus, blow jobs, handcuffs, spoilers for 'Sleepaway Camp' and 'The Thing', smoking, smoking indoors omg (!), smoking weed, drinking, usage of handcuffs/ restraints, safe sex, vulnerable/submissive behaviours, Eddie is a switch, taking nudes with polaroids, brief mention that reader has scars (unspecified)

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"What is it, babe?" You asked, glancing over your shoulder to find Eddie frowning as he kneeled on the floor. The bag he brought was empty, and he was surrounded by his clothes; the condoms; some lube; hair ties; his hairbrush; and a few of his hair products. You blinked, studying the mess that now littered your carpet,

"I don't have it," He said with a pout,

"You don't have what?" You asked, turning in the chair at your vanity to see him more clearly. With a small sigh, he began to put his things back inside, and moved to sit on your bed, "Eddie?" You questioned, getting his attention back on you,

"I made a new mixtape for you," He mumbled, and you smiled softly, turning in the chair again so you could finish applying your make-up. You heard some shuffling and more mumbling behind you,

"You didn't have to, Eds," You reminded him, glancing in the mirror to see he was lying back on your bed so he was upside down, his hair fanning out around his head. You shook your head, glancing at your make-up products and picking up your mascara and applying it quickly, "This'll be, what? Your third one already?" As he didn't respond, your eyes flicked over to him as you moved the applicator away from your face. He was watching you in the mirror intently, a small grin on his lips, "What?" You asked,

"Of course I had to, babe," He said, sitting up and circling around your bed. He came to stand behind you and leaned down to plant a kiss to your head, then tilted his head to try and kiss your cheek. You playfully swatted him away, before grabbing a black eye pencil to smear under your eyes and using your finger and some black eyeshadow to blend out the black, "Besides, three isn't enough. And I made this one specifically for this week we have together," He added, grinning at you in the mirror, "It's very loud," He assured you, causing you to laugh and pull your hands away from your face,

"Jesus Christ," You shook your head,

"What?" He smiled, "I thought you liked my music," He straightened so you couldn't see his face in the reflection anymore, only the worn graphic print on his shirt,

"I do. I'm not complaining," You smiled, "I like it loud," You reminded playfully, at which he laughed, patting the back of your chair and beginning to aimlessly walk around your room, "The neighbours might not..." You said, glancing at your still open window for a moment, then looking back at your face to finish with the smokey eyes. You had done what you could on your neck to cover up the marks and the job was adequate. You'd have to wear your hair down though, just in case, and considering it was a very hot day, the idea of a cold drink sounded great,

"Can't say I care too much about them," Eddie said with a sigh, "Guess we're gonna have to go back to my place and get it," He announced,

"Why did you make another mixtape?" You asked curiously, glancing over your face and neck once more and deeming yourself appropriate to venture out into the world, then turning to look at him. He moved to grab his bag from the ground, sliding it onto his shoulder and wincing, before switching shoulders. Your bite mark...

"Why not?" He asked with a smile, and you found it quickly prompting your own lips to curl up and smile back at him,

"Well, we have this one," You pointed to the silent radio player by your bed and walked closer to it, ejecting the cassette he had made you so long ago now. You ran your fingers over the tape, fingers sliding over your name scribbled on the front along with a few hearts, before glancing back at him, "And we have the one in your van," You said, walking over to him and handing him the cassette,

"Yeah, but I made a specific one for us, for this week," He grinned, playfully pressing a kiss to the cassette you handed him and setting it back on the side table, "The one I made is different- better. Besides, aren't you getting tired of that one?" He loosely pointed to the worn tape, "We've had it for, like, six months now. I don't know about you, I have the order memorised back to front. This new one I made is so-"

"Metal?" You finished for him. He quickly turned to look up at you with a bright grin, clicked his fingers playfully and winked,

"Metal, my love," You laughed at that. Eddie picked up his rings and began to carefully slide them on his fingers, and you couldn't deny that the sight wasn't unbelievably attractive. The familiar metal bands sliding over his rough fingers and sitting snugly at their base... Your thoughts instantly travelled to the memories of them inside you, gripping at your skin to pull your body closer; their cool temperature against your blazing skin. Slowly, you shifted so you were standing closer to him, watching his hands intently. Once his rings were back in their rightful places, he flexed his fingers. Still mesmerised by the movements of his hands, you hardly realised he had picked up your swords, until they were dangling before your face. You blinked to bring yourself back to the present, giving him a quizzical look, "Where'd you go?" He asked playfully,

"Huh?" you blinked again, "Oh, I was just... Thinking," You swallowed, glancing at the blades in his hands, "My earrings..."

"They're your thing now, right?" He reminded you, and all you could do was nod your head, "You better wear 'em... Here," He said, motioning for you to take a step forward. He set his free hand on your face, cupping your chin as he tilted your head. Carefully, he pushed your hair away from your face and moved closer- perhaps intentionally teasing you with the way his breath fanned over your skin- and you felt the gentle feeling of the earings sliding into place. The way he was just barely holding you, just gently lifting your chin with his fingers, and looking so focused as he tried to get the earings on you made your heart flutter.

Only Eddie Munson could, in one moment, make you almost go feral just by sliding rings onto his fingers, then turn and make you feel like the most loved person in the world as he helped you put on fucking earrings,

"There," You heard him say before he pressed a kiss to your cheek and reaching a hand up to playfully flick the tiny blade dangling from your ear lobe, "We look good," He said. Glancing into his eyes, you watched as he cocked his head to the full-length mirror behind him, resting by your bedroom door. In the reflection, Eddie stepped out of your way so you could take in the sight. He momentarily disappeared from the reflection, only to step up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your middle and gently pulled you closer so he could set his chin on your shoulder, your back pressed firmly to his front, "See?" He muttered into your skin, beginning to slowly sway with you from side to side. You smiled,

"We do look good," You whispered, watching as his reflection smiled, then pressed another kiss to your cheek, "You look really pretty, Eds," You complimented, grinning as he bashfully snorted, then pressed his face into your hair, humming lowly- the sound causing a chill to run down your spine, "Take the compliment, babe," You managed to get out, smiling at him,

"Where's that camera of yours?" He asked, briefly letting go of you and leaving you to blink, bewildered at how such a simple thing had such a prominent effect on you. Glancing back at him, you watched him as he rummaged over your shelves,

"Uh-" You ducked next to the cassette player, dragging a box of electronics and wires from under your bed, and pulling a polaroid camera out. It was old, and something your father had gotten you for a birthday that Eddie quickly became obsessed with. You had a stack of pictures of just him making dumb faces, plenty of blurry ones of the two of you as you tried photographing yourselves high, and a few that you would never let see the light of day, "Here, let me just..." You stood straight, standing back in front of the mirror, only for it to be quickly snatched from you, "I don't- Hey!" You frowned as Eddie lifted it to his face so he could inspect it,

"It's got film," He confirmed, moving it back in front of you to take. With a small huff, you glanced back in the mirror, watching as your reflection shifted the positioning of the camera to where you thought it'd look best, "Here," Eddie said softly, helping you move it. He had moved so he was pressing you close again, one hand resting on your waist and his other helping you find the best position for the camera, "Keep it just there," He murmured, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek at how good he sounded, all low and deep. At this rate, you'd be surprised if you even got to leave the house by midday with how horny he was making you, "When I tell you to take the picture, take it, okay baby?" He had to know what he was doing, right? Though, all his comments seemed disguised behind kind, wholesome and innocent smiles that had your heart beating rapidly in your ribcage.

With a small hum, untrusting of your ability to speak, you glanced at the lens of the camera through the mirror and tilted your head slightly to the side, exposing your neck as you tried to find a good angle. With a grin, Eddie moved to kiss your skin, and you let your eyes flutter shut as you pressed the button. His gentle, plush lips where replaced with a sharp sting of a bite, causing you to gasp, reaching a hand up to touch his cheek,

"Eddie!" You moaned, though grinned and swatted at his face so he chuckled and moved away, grabbing the camera from your hands and pulling the polaroid out, shaking it,

"I didn't tell you to take the picture yet!" He teased playfully,

"You bit me!" You whined back, grinning as you moved away from him, grabbing your jean jacket slung over a nearby chair, "No more biting until all the marks heal," You stated seriously, though grinned as he groaned,

"That's gonna take too long," He frowned, "Besides, what was I supposed to do when you just so happened to tilt your head like that?" You laughed softly,

"I don't know- I was trying to find a good pose," You smiled, "Before I got attacked," You said playfully, "How's the picture look?" You asked, walking over to him as you slid your arms into the jacket,

"It's not done developing yet," He said, shaking the polaroid and moving it out of your way so you couldn't grab it or see it, "Now come on," He nodded his head to the door, following after you with a smile,

"Why'd you want a picture of us anyway?" You asked curiously,

"Because I wanted a nice picture of us- we haven't taken any in forever," He said, sighing and grabbing his vest, leaving the thick leather jacket behind,

"We have plenty of nice pictures, Eds," You said, grabbing your worn converse and moving to the stairs, sitting on the bottom steps so you could tie them up. Where you were particular about the laces being tight, Eddie didn't pay much mind, sliding his feet into the shoes and walking in front of you. From where you sat you only saw the tips of his dirty, white Reeboks,

"Yeah, but not together," He said, and you were surprised to find him crouching down before you, grabbing the laces from your hands and quickly tying them for you, "I've got plenty of pictures of you and you like mighty beautiful in those, my love," He glanced up at you with a wink, before dipping his head down so he could focus on your laces, "Just wanted something fresh," He rambled, "Done!" He announced, grinning at you. Without much thought, you found yourself touching his cheek, then neck, and pulling him close to kiss him. He let out a surprised hum, though quickly kissed you back,

"Thanks for the help," You said, quickly pulling away and standing, walking to the kitchen to lock the back door. If he was going to tease you like that, it was only fair, right?

"You're uh... Welcome," He said, flustered. When you turned, you could see him grinning to himself as he placed a finger to his lips, unaware you were watching him. Grabbing the keys from the lock, you shut the windows, before walking back to where he had moved to wait for you. You grabbed his hand, pulling him to the door by his hand, taking his hand in yours. Momentarily, you stopped by the large mirror to glance over yourself once again, eyes scanning over your neck, "You look, great babe," He said from behind you, moving to press a kiss to your head while pulling his van's keys out of his pocket and looking you over in the mirror,

"Yeah," You sighed, narrowing your eyes, "I guess this is okay enough," You mumbled, touching a finger to your neck worriedly,

"It'll be fine," He said, kissing your cheek and opening the door for you, "C'mon. I'll buy you ice cream, remember?" He said, motioning for you to exit. With a sigh, you pushed your hair forward and moved out of the door. Once he followed you out, he walked down to where his van was parked up front as you locked the front door. From behind you, the van rumbled to life, and you faintly heard the beginning of Iron Maiden's 'Wasted Years'. The song only grew louder as you climbed into the passenger side of his van, grinning,

"Can we go stop by a seven-eleven instead?" You yelled, fiddling with the radio to momentarily quieten it so he could hear you,

"Sure," He said as he pulled out from your house, "Wait, I thought you wanted ice cream?" He asked glancing from the road to you,

"I change my mind. I want a slushie, Eds," You grinned, turning the song back up until it was almost deafening. With how hot it now was, you'd both wound the windows down, and it made you laugh at the sight of Eddie's hair blowing wildly in the wind, messing it up more than usual. You'd steal the occasional glance at him, between aggressively head banging to the song and laughing along to or screaming the lyrics, occasionally catching sight of the hickeys you had left on his neck. You couldn't deny the slight feeling of pride as your eyes travelled to those marks, knowing you where the one who had left them there. You rode through the town like a bat out of Hell, surely passing the speed limit a few times as Eddie got too caught up in the music- thank God for seatbelts and sleezy Hawkins cops. It didn't matter that the residents of Hawkins would give you two dirty looks for disrupting their peaceful summer afternoon- who fucking cared when Judas Priest was playing and you were having a good time?

The next song cut out before you could even attempt to guess what it was, arriving at your destination. You made a beeline for the slushie machines, making sure to generously fill your cup with the best flavours. Eddie took one look at the multiple taps, grinned mischievously and moved along the line to each tap, getting one of each flavour in small bursts and making you laugh as he playfully bumped into you. You stocked up on popcorn, deciding to actually try and watch 'The Thing' again tonight. Once you had decided he had terrorised the place enough- accidentally breaking one of the taps and hurriedly pulling you away into an aisle, fleeing the crime scene as you tried to stifle your laughter- you got back into the van to continue with your trip.

Before long, you were making it up the road to Forest Hills and hopping out of his van as he parked outside his trailer. You glanced around briefly, drinking from your half empty cup before joining him up the steps. The slush was mostly melted, the flavours mixing together. You'd had a few sips of Eddie's but found it was much too sweet for your taste,

"Hey, Eddie?" You asked as you approached him, taking his almost finished slushie from him and holding it so he could unlock the door, "Did you... Bring anything?" You asked. He paused, glancing up at you, "To my house?"

"What?" He asked amused,

"Like... Drugs," You hissed the word, "To my house?" He laughed at that, shaking his head,

"Why didn't you just say that?" He smiled,

"I don't know-" You shrugged, "Did you?" As he didn't answer, only smirking to himself, "Eddie?" You grinned, and watched as he opened the door for you, nodding his head for you to go inside, "Did you?" You asked again as you passed by him,

"Nah, don't worry, babe," He assured you, "I keep everything in one place... Mostly," He said, "Why'd you ask?"

"What if-"

"Evenin''," You suddenly heard, head snapping towards where Eddie's uncle Wayne was putting his work jacket on over overalls, sipping from a mug,

"Good evening, Mr Wayne," You said quickly in return, smiling pleasantly at the older man as you felt Eddie's cup leaving your hand,

"I'm guessing you kids are behavin' yourselves?" He asks as Eddie mutters his own greeting, then quickly disappears into his room, leaving you alone to answer his uncle's questions. You smile pleasantly at him regardless,

"Yeah, we're doing the best we can, Sir," You let him know playfully, to which he nods and gives you a smile, draining the rest of his mug and setting it on the side of the counter. Wayne Munson was a kind man, who appreciated you for taking a chance on his nephew and at least attempting to steer him in the right direction with his school work and studies. He'd often tell you of how much Eddie would gush about you to him, which never failed to make you blush, and how much happier he seemed now that you were finally together. You appreciated the older man for being there for Eddie and loving him as a son. It was precious really, and with how often you found yourself here, you always felt welcome at the Munson trailer,

"I suspect you won't be around when I get back tomorrow?" He asks,

"I don't think so, sir," You said. You were sure Eddie had told him he'd be spending the majority of his summer break with you, "Eddie just forgot something so we came to get it,"

"Alright. You remind the boy he should lock up before you leave- the front door and the windows," You smiled softly,

"We'll make sure, sir," You assured him, to which he nodded,

"Good," He hummed, standing and moving to the front door. As he passed you, he pat your shoulder, "You kids have a good day," He said,

"You too, sir!" You waved slightly as he left, and you glanced around the kitchen. Glancing at the dishes in the sink, you decided you should clean them for him. Repay the favour. Grabbing the empty mug Wayne had left on the counter, you moved to clean them,

"Are you cleaning dishes?" You heard Eddie yell from down the hall,

"Perceptive!" You yelled back with a grin, setting the few things there to the side to dry, before whipping your hands on your pants and walking to Eddie's room. He helped you out back home, why shouldn't you do so here? To your delight, it appeared he didn't hear you walk over, so you took the opportunity to study him curiously. He was cursing and muttering to himself as he dug through his room, looking into various boxes and shuffling the things around inside before quickly shutting the box and discarding them to the side carelessly. You had half a mind to pick up both of the almost empty slushie cups from where they'd been left in the kitchen, since Eddie hadn't taken his from you, and you couldn't contain your laughter when the noise of you slurping on the remnants of the icy drink startled him,

"You didn't have to wash up for me," He smiled, glancing at the contents of the box in his hands and grimacing, before shutting it and shoving it under his desk, "Or scare the shit out of me," He muttered, opening a drawer,

"It was funny," You said with a shrug, "Find anything useful?" You asked with a grin,

"You..." He glanced around his messy room, "Not entirely," He muttered, digging through another box you couldn't see the contents of, before turning to look up at you, "Why'd you ask me about drugs earlier?" He asked,

"I was uh... Hoping for a discount?" You tried, making him smile,

"Babe, you get a lifetime supply of whatever you want," He assured you. He stood, glancing over his desk and smiling, "Here's the tape, by the way," He said, sliding the cassette off the surface and shaking it a little,

"Nice," You smiled, finishing up your slushie and throwing the empty cup into an already overflowing trash can in his room, causing it to bounce off and land on the floor. You took the opportunity to glance around curiously. A few things had changed- there were a few new Black Sabbath posters up, along with a poster with skeletons you had bought him while out of town because he thought it was cool. You smiled fondly at it, before looking just under it at his desk, "What's that?" You asked, pointing at a figurine covered in one solid colour,

"Oh, it's uh..." He glanced at it, "It's this dragon I'm repainting for the campaign I've been planning for Hellfire," He explained, "I've got most of it laid out," He said, moving a hand over the papers, before his eyes settled on the unfinished figure, "This is the last uh... Figure I have to paint for it," He explained,

"Oh this is the Dragon Dungeon," You grinned, "Like the title," You grinned, and he just smiled,

"Uhuh yeah- it's got a different name but sure... Dungeon Dragon," You laughed softly,

"He's got shackles on him," You pointed out,

"She's just into that," He said, and you laughed loudly at his comment, shaking your head and glancing around his room,

"What about these?" You asked, hooking your finger in the cool metal of the chain holding up one of the handcuffs dangling from a nail in the wall next to his door. You pulled gently on the material so it moved, causing it to jingle. He turned to look at you, eyes going slightly wide, "Are these decoration or...?" You smirked, folding your arms,

"Those are uh..." He glanced back to where he was searching before. You noticed him pulling a baggie of weed out and stuffing it in to his pocket "They're-"

"Are you blushing, babe?" You asked with a grin, walking forwards slightly and smirking as he tried to hide behind his hair, muttering something incoherently. You stopped next to him, glancing over your shoulder to look at the cuffs hung on the wall. They still moved side to side slightly from when you had disturbed them, "Eds, I'm not an idiot, I've seen them every time I've been in your room," You smiled, looking back at him, "I've been curious about them for a while," You admitted, "Are they fake? Like, just there for decoration? Or are they real?" You tilted your head,

"Yeah, they're real," He said, nodding, "I have the key for them somewhere- hold on," He murmured, placing the bag roughly into your hands and turning to rummage over the things on his desk as you watched him curiously, searching for it, "Here," He said, turning back around and taking a few steps towards you, the small key sitting in his palm,

"Huh... And how does it...?" You trailed off, glancing up at him,

"Here uh- may I?" He asked. You nodded curiously, watching as he moved next to you and grabbed the cuffs, before coming back to stand before you, holding them out. With a small nod, you watched him place the key into your vacant palm. He gently grabbed your only free hand, sliding the metal around it and clicking it into place, "Then you'd click the other one, but we don't need to do that now," He assured you quickly, "The uh- key goes here," He twisted the metal around your wrist as you watched him curiously, faintly seeing the small keyhole as he pushed the key inside. As he twisted it, the cuffs unlocked and easily slid off of your wrists, "It's simple, really," He said, looking them over in his hands, "You just have to remember where the key is," He smiled at you,

"Ahh," You hummed, "I see," You added, stepping closer to him so you stood near his desk. Your eyes clicked over all the papers, a dried paint palette, and a few DnD figurines set aside to dry. Absentmindedly, you reached for the three paintbrushes he had left inside a water cup and took them out, setting them on a cloth nearby, "Have you ever lost it?" You smirked, "The key?" He grinned at you, breathing out a laugh,

"Well..." He trailed off, looking away,

"Eddie, oh my God, no," You laughed, eyes going wide, "How did-"

"You see those?" He moved out of the way to stand next to you, pointing to the other cuffs, "They're closed because I had to wiggle my way out of those ones," He smiled,

"Why did you...?" You tilted your head slightly, "Have to do that?" You asked,

"Cause I lost the key?" He asked obliviously,

"No no, Eds... I know," You clarified, "Why were you in cuffs?" You elaborated,

"Oh!" His eyes widened, "I may have gotten... almost arrested once," He winked,

"Almost?" You asked surprised,

"Yeah but not really- I don't have a record-"

"Yet-" You grumbled under your breath,

"Have some faith in me, babe!" He said, placing a hand on his chest, "You wound me with your cruel jabs," He grinned as you rolled your eyes, "They just caught me drinking with Rick," He sighed,

"That all, bad boy?" You teased, but didn't miss the glint in his eye at your words,

"Oh- yeah," He said, glancing away from you. You also didn't miss that. How could you? He was getting flustered over your teases,

"Mhm..." You hummed, "So... These cuffs?" You asked, pointing to the ones now resting on his desk, "Where are these from?"

"They're..." He trailed away, biting his lip as you studied him for a moment, "I bought them a... While ago from uh... Out of town? They're uh..." you managed to quickly put the pieces together, with how long he was drawing this out,

"Are they a sex thing, Eds?" You asked, smiling softly as his cheeks flushed pink,

"Yeah, they're a sex thing," He nodded, avoiding your gaze. Usually, you were the less confident one around sex. Though, over time and with Eddie's generous help, you quickly found out what you liked, what you didn't, and what you'd like to try if you could. And even if Eddie had slightly more experience than you, he still had things he wanted to try. Perhaps you should indulge him,

"We can try them out if you want?" You smiled as you moved closer to him. From where you were standing now, so close to him, you could see his pupils dilate,

"You want to?" He asked with a small smile, and you nod your head again,

"Sure. You just tell me what I need to do," You said, "I don't know how to uh..." You glance at the cuffs, sliding them off the table and into your hands, moving them forward towards him. He glanced down at your hands, then back up to you,

"Oh..." He hummed, "I uh... Actually... Uh-" He laughed nervously, "How do I...?" He muttered to himself, furrowing his brow as he glanced away. You stood quietly, watching him curiously for a couple of moments before your eyes widened,

"You want me to use them on you, Eddie?" You asked with a small smile, playing with the metal cuffs in your hands and watching him intently. From your peripheral vision, you could see his hands shaking slightly. He nodded slowly,

"Mhm," He hummed, licking his lips,

"Oh...!" You hummed in surprise, looking back down to the cuffs in your hands, "Okay," You smiled reassuringly, "Wanna try them on now?" You asked, watching as he blinked, opening his mouth and staring at you,

"But what about my Uncle he'd-"

"He left for work a little while ago," You reminded, smiling at him. He still stared at you with wide eyes, an unreadable expression on his face that made you narrow your eyes momentarily, before smiling softly, "If you don't want to use them, we don't have to," You reminded, taking a step back and glancing around his room, "We could always use them later? Or not at all," You offered, "Or leave them here for another day?" You offered, and watched as he smiled softly,

"I'm the one supposed to be making sure you're doing okay, babe," He said quietly,

"It goes both ways, babe," You assured him, moving to the desk and setting the cuffs back on it, before kissing his cheek, "Are you okay?" You asked him, earning a small smile,

"Mhm," He hummed, "Yes, I'm okay, sweetheart-"

"Shh!" You grinned playfully, "Not in front of her," You pointed at the guitar hung before his mirror, earning a small laugh from him,

"Right- how could I be so forgetful?" He smiled, watching as you moved to gently touch the guitar, sliding your fingers over the strings. He quickly joined you, and in the mirror, you could see he was watching you with a small smile on his lips,

"She doesn't sound very happy to be so neglected," You said, turning your head to look at him, "You could bring her along, Eds," You turned your head over your shoulder to look at him,

"Maybe..." He mumbled,

"C'mon," You said, touching your shoulder to his playfully, "You can play me something. It's always good to practice right?" You smiled,

"Sure," He reached forward to unhook her off the wall, glancing to the side to where the case was, "Maybe I could teach you how to play?" He offered,

"I'd love to learn," You said, watching as he carefully put her away into a guitar case, "I always like your songs, Eds" You told him, "Do you have anything new you're working on?"

"Yeah! I'm still working on a few riffs for this song," He smiled proudly, tugging the case over his shoulders and picking his bag up again,

"I can always help you," You offered, grabbing the cassette tape as you walked out with him. Looking down, you smiled, "''Hot as Hell'?" You read off the writing scrawled on it along with your name,

"Cause it's summer!" He grinned innocently, opening the front door for you even though he was carrying so many bags. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head and climbing back into his van.

Considering how warm it was getting now the day was dragging along, you made a short stop to buy a few beers you could set in the fridge to enjoy when the heat got too much to handle. On your way back to your, you'd pointed out Home Video, mentioning you should pick up another movie to enjoy once you finished 'The Thing'. You immediately gravitated toward the Horror section, flicking through the titles,

"Which one, babe?" You heard Eddie ask beside you, arms tucked into his pockets with a small smile, "'Nightmare'? 'Jaws'?" He asked, "Maybe 'Texas Chainsaw'?"

"'Jaws' might be good," You murmured, grabbing the tape and looking over it, "But I don't know... We saw it like, eight times already," You smiled at him,

"Yeah, and it wouldn't hurt to see it a ninth," He grinned, and you laughed softly at him,

"We still have to finish 'The Thing'," You reminded, setting the tape back down in its place and standing back, glancing through the alphabetically organised tapes,

"We did watch 'The Thing'," He smiled, nudging you with his elbow and shifting closer to you so you could hear him; his hair tickled your neck, "You just weren't paying attention," He whispered, and you turned to see him smirking,

"Neither were you," You glanced up at him with a grin, beginning to laugh softly. One of his hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer,

"Well-"

"Hey!" You glanced to the side, seeing Robin carrying a few tapes, "Do you two need help with anything? You can ask- uh," She glanced down at her vest, shifting slightly to point to the button that says 'Ask Me!', "Ask me for help," She gave you a bright smile,

"Cool badge, Rob!" You grinned at her, before glancing back at the tapes, " Uhh, which one would you recommend?" You asked,

"Well, that depends on what you're looking for," She moves over to stand near you, "You want more of a slasher or supernatural?" She asked. You glanced over to Eddie, who was watching the two of you,

"Slasher," You said, glancing from your boyfriend to your friend, "I always preferred those," You shrugged, "Problem is, I've seen most of them," You sighed,

"Well, have you seen 'Sleepaway Camp'?" She asked, bending down and reaching forward to grab the tape and hand it over to you, "We just got it back,"

"'You won't be coming home'?" You read the small text at the bottom of the sleeve, before turning it over in your hands to read the description on the back, "So people die at a summer camp?" You asked,

"Mhm. It's a pretty good slasher. Good if you like the more gory, nasty stuff and mystery killers," She added, and you smiled slightly, before glancing up at Eddie,

"What do you think?" You asked him, handing the tape over to him so he could look it over,

"Should be good," He smiled, "Thanks Robin," He said, nodding his head,

"Anytime," She smiled at you, "How've you been? I used to see you here all the time," She asked, beginning to set the tapes back into place,

"Yeah, well it was exam season so..." You trailed off,

"Gotcha," She nodded, "How'd those go?" She asked, and you only sighed,

"I'm just happy they're over with," You smiled, barely registering Eddie had moved away from you to go rent out the movie as you caught up with your friend, "I'm already looking at colleges and jobs for the summer," You said happily,

"Got a college in mind?" She asked, "Are you going out of state, I mean?" She glanced up at you,

"Not out of state, but out of Hawkins defiantly," You smiled, "I'm thinking about Franklin or Indiana State- I still wanna be closeby," You smiled,

"Cause of Eddie?" She asked. It wasn't some big secret that Eddie had been held back from graduating for two years, but he promised you this year was his- that this year, he would graduate, ready to join you wherever you chose to go. You gave her a small smile,

"Also cause of my family," She made a small 'oh' noise, "My mom's one of those paranoid ones that doesn't like me being too far away from home," You explained. Eddie was defiantly also part of why you wanted to stay so close. You knew you wouldn't be able to see him until Winter break, considering he didn't seem to share the same interest in academics as you did. You had spoken about leaving Hawkins frequently together, but how that'd happen, you were never sure. You preferred living in the present rather than the future anyways,

"Got it," She nodded, "Well, good luck! And enjoy the movie," She smiled brightly, and you glanced over to see Eddie returning to you with a bright smile,

"Thanks, Rob," You grinned, "I'll see you around," You said, quickly joining Eddie and taking hold of his free hand as you exited the store and headed back to the van.

Once home, you set 'The Thing' back into the VHS player so you could actually watch it. You set everything up- by now it was the late afternoon and Eddie had graciously opened beers for you both, and got some popcorn ready. You also got changed into shorts and a t-shirt because by now the heat was making you sweat like a pig. The make up was also itching your face so you washed it off. After freshening up, you settled into the couch next to him, though before you could get far into the movie, or your beer, your head dropped onto his shoulder and you quickly fell asleep.

You woke a little while later. A pillow had been placed under your head, and you noticed Eddie wasn't in the living room anymore. Yawning softly, you glanced around to get your bearings and sat up. Eddie was in fact nowhere to be found- his beer was gone, and your TV had been turned off, the tape ejected and sitting nearby. There was music playing from the radio nearby, and though it was quiet, you made out a newer Black Sabbath song. It must have been the new tape he made for you. It was warm, though there was a cool breeze blowing through the open garden doors. From the clock, you found it was almost seven pm, the summer sky only now beginning to turn bright orange and pink. You stood, grabbing your beer, setting it inside the fridge to cool off for later.

As you approached the kitchen, you could faintly hear murmuring from outside. Recognising Eddie's voice, you made your way to the door. Glancing outside, you winced at the bright sun that hit your eyes and moved a hand over them to create some shade,

"Hey! Look who's awake!" Eddie grinned. As your eyes adjusted, you found him sitting cross-legged in the shade on the floor and was playing with Clara. She was laying on her back, and meowed as Eddie's hand reached up to pull a blunt from his lips, the pungent smell of weed hitting you full force. He grunted softly as he stood up, flicking some ash to the ground as he approached you,

"Hey," You said groggily, smiling as he kissed your head, "Why didn't you wake me up? We were watching a movie," You said, pouting though it was difficult being too upset with him. You carefully took the blunt from his hands, looking it over. It had been cruedly rolled, and as you took a drag you coughed, surprised, "Strong," You rasped as he laughed at you. Glancing down, you found Clara now rubbing herself against your legs,

"You looked too pretty to wake up, babe" He smiled, "Don't worry- you didn't miss anything," He grinned, taking a drag from the blunt and exhaling the smoke into your face, making you cough again,

"Mmh... That's a relief," You huffed, reaching for the blunt again to take another hit, "You could have put my beer in the fridge, you dick," You said playfully,

"See, I was gonna do that, and then Clara, my beloved, sweet, girl," He said playfully, gesturing to the cat staring at him with wide eyes, "Distracted me," He smiled at you lazily. His eyes were already fairly bloodshot; he must have been smoking for a while,

"Mhm," You hummed, taking a final hit and handing the blunt back to him, "It's way too hot for you to be out in the sun like this, come back inside," You said, glancing over his bare chest. When did he take his shirt off? "You're gonna get sunburn too," You said, gently touching the tattoo on his chest, before turning back and walking inside,

"I'm not gonna burn; I'm not a vampire," you faintly heard him say. You grinned, waiting for him to enter the kitchen again,

"My neck suggests otherwise," You chimed, glancing over at him. He quickly finished the blunt, stumping it out outside and throwing it away into your trash. As he registered your comment, he laughed to himself, "You're not denying it," You smirked,

"I'm not a vampire, I promise, baby," He grinned lazily, following after you. You had moved to the radio, turning it down, before glancing at 'The Thing' VHS with a small frown. Eddie took his seat back on your couch, relaxing back and spreading his legs, opening another beer. He had graciously brought over your one, chilled from the fridge, "The other one's in my bag, babe," He let you know.

Once you got the tape, you put it in and moved back to him. Before you sat, you grabbed the bowl of popcorn and the beer, and you settled close to him to watch the movie. At first, you talked over it, not very interested, and considering Eddie was still fairly high, he found it hard sitting still. Clara quickly joined you and to him, she was far more interesting than characters getting hot water dumped on them. He had slid off the couch and stolen the popcorn, sitting between your legs and letting you run your fingers through his hair and braid it. You were half paying attention to the movie, half paying attention to Eddie mumbling away to Clara as she clambered over him, and found it especially difficult to focus whenever he'd tilt his head to press gentle kisses to the insides of your legs, or run his fingers over your calves. That was until about the middle of the film when the kills started getting good. You freaked out at the snake coming out of the corpse's mouth, grinning at the sight and grabbing Eddie's hand, asking eagerly if he saw it too. Clara left as soon as she realised all of Eddie's attention had been captivated by the film before him.

After that, it got good- anytime you'd see any of the gross special effects you'd squeeze his had, squeaking and mumbling curiously about how they even managed to pull that off. The film may have also instilled a newfound fear of bees and curling irons into you, following those scenes...

"Oh wow...!" You breathed as the credits began rolling over Angela's- or rather Peter's- open-mouthed face, "Oh wow-" You managed again, "Wow..." You hissed, still trying to comprehend the twist,

"I kinda loved that," Eddie said, tilting his head back to look up at you,

"I really did too!" You smiled, turning to look at him, "You think Angela was the one killing them all?" You asked, to which he blinked,

"Babe, she had Paul's severed head in her lap," He said, pointing to the screen, "Wasn't that obvious?"

"I guess..." You sighed, blinking. You set your hand on top of his head again, gently running your fingers through his hair, "Now I wish we could have seen that in the theatre," You said smiling down at him,

"Mhm," He hummed. Your eyes briefly flicked down to watch him lick his lips, before looking back at his wide eyes, "You think it tops 'The Thing'?" He smirked. As you let go of him, he twisted, so he could set his arms across your knees and lean his chin on his arm. He was essentially kneeling before you, beautiful, brown doe eyes watching you curiously,

"I think it might..." You whispered timidly, making him laugh and grin widely,

"No way," He grinned, "I do not believe you," He said, moving off of you so he could stretch his arms above his head, before resuming his place on your legs, gently stroking a hand over your skin,

"It might!" You grinned, "It was so good! I guess I just love mystery killers," You smiled, "I think I liked this more because it was more believable- no supernatural stuff," You said,

"Wha- That's the best part, babe!" He said incredulously, "You think killing someone with a curling iron is better than getting your hands eaten by a belly mouth?" You sighed,

"That scene was cool..." You admitted, "But I feel like 'Sleepaway' had more interesting kills. Besides, didn't you predict the aliens in it within the first what? Ten minutes of the movie"

"I mean, it wasn't that hard... It's not like they made it too hard to guess," He smiled against your skin, "What else is the thing in 'The Thing' supposed to be?" He smirked,

"Whatever," You smiled, setting your hand into his hair again, "Jesus Christ I'm still thinking about that final scene," You breathed, frowning as you glanced at the credits still rolling behind him. He glanced over his shoulder,

"Yeah, that was..." He trailed off, looking back up at you,

"Paul's decapitated head... The reveal- I mean... My God," You sighed, "Poor Peter..."

"Yeah..." He said, moving his head to look at you, "But is it really better than Copper getting eaten by Norris' stomach?" He said, raising his brows,

"Mhh... But they're different contexts-" He quickly cut you off, saying your name,

"He self decapitates his head and tries to slide away using his own tongue, are you kidding me?" He grinned, "You think that-" He pointed to the screen, "-Is better?"

"But that's not the same-"

"They're both decapitated heads," He said, moving his hands to grab your arms, shaking you slightly and making you laugh,

"You can't compare a supernatural horror to a slasher like that!" You protested,

"Oh my God," He grinned, pulling away as you laughed at him, "Are we gonna fight about this now?" He asked playfully,

"What? Over our favourite movie?" You smiled down at him,

"No- well, yeah," He said, "Over the best horror movie," He said,

"Well, I can't just switch up on 'The Thing' like that after one watch-" You laughed as he hissed a small 'yes', before turning his head to gently kiss the inside of your leg again "-Only because I haven't seen 'Sleepaway Camp' like... A million times," You smiled,

"Well, we've still got time to get familiar with it," He smiled against your skin, moving his hands to the sides of your legs and gently rubbing up and down, leaving goosebumps to pepper your skin in his wake. You bit back the smile curling up on your lips,

"Mhm?" You hummed as he pressed a kiss to your knee, then sat up and leaned forwards to kiss you, tongue quickly finding yours as he moaned into your mouth. You gasped against his lips as one of his hands slipped past the shorts and began to rub slow circles against your clit,

"Yeah," He muttered against your mouth as your hands slid over his neck and shoulders, "You're always so wet for me, baby," He added, grinning as he pulled away, drawing a whine from your needy lips. He was quickly pulling at the hem of your shorts, and you only lifted your hips off the couch to help him get them off in a fluid motion. Eddie leaned forwards and pressed a gentle, feathery kiss to your exposed stomach, making you blush and press a hand to his head, "Eddie..." You whined quietly,

"I love you," He murmured your name, eyes flicking up briefly to glance up at you, "All of you. I know sometimes you don't see yourself as the most beautiful thing on this planet but if you let me, I would only look at you like this every hour of my damn life," He sighed, "Scars, marks and all," You wanted to cry at his words. In truth, you likely would be crying if the grip on your hips didn't turn so harsh and you weren't pulled forwards to the edge of the couch. He pressed another kiss to your mound, before his mouth moved lower and his tongue licked a stripe from hole to clit, focusing on the nub and sucking gently. Moans quickly left your lips as your fingers tangled in his hair and your hips began to undulate against his mouth eagerly,

"Eddie, Jesus Christ," You moaned out, head falling back against the couch as he pushed your legs further apart, picking up one by the calf and setting it over his shoulder so your heels dug into his skin, "Wait, wait, wait," You quickly hissed, feeling the cold breeze brushing over your skin and causing you to shiver- or perhaps it was just the feeling of him harshly sucking and licking your clit. He pulled off wetly, wide eye looking into yours alarmed,

"What?" He asked worriedly, "Did I do something wrong?" You were already worked up and breathing heavily; his touch leaving your yearning body completely was truthfully the last thing you wanted, and you smiled slightly at his worried look, "Sweetheart?" He asked, putting a hand on your knee worriedly,

"Can you-" You swallowed, running a hand through your hair, "Can you go turn the music up?" You asked sheepishly, "I don't want the neighbours hearing me," A soft smile quickly returned to his lips, and his hair tickled your exposed skin as he shook his head. He pressed a kiss to your thigh gently, tapping your leg, before getting up off his knees and moving his hair from his neck with a sigh, "Sorry," You called after him as he approached the radio,

"You're fine, baby," He said, sending you a smile and a wink that made your heart melt, "You had me worried there for a sec," He chuckled softly,

"Sorry," you said again, though it was quickly drowned out as Motörhead started to loudly blare through your living room, "Ace of Spades?" You said quickly,

"You got it, baby," He grinned quickly returning to you and dramatically dropping to his knees before you, "Look at you. You're getting so good at guessing the songs," He smiled, peppering kisses against your legs as you hummed along to the heavy riffs blaring from nearby,

"What can I say, Munson?" You smiled, running a hand through his hair and letting it settle on his cheek, "Guess you've influenced me," You smiled,

"Mhm- have I?" He smiled, gently nipping at your leg and making you squeak, grinning against your skin and sliding his hands to your knees. You let him spread your leg apart again, kissing from your knees down the insides of your legs. Before he delved down to your clit again, he glanced up at you. You gave him a small nod, breaths growing heavy in anticipation, and you moaned softly as he gently kissed your clit, resuming the licking and sucking,

"Yes, Eddie," You moaned, your legs moving over his shoulders so he would be trapped between your thighs. Your hand moved to grope at your breasts beneath your shirt, causing him to moan against you, the vibrations making your hips jerk against his mouth, eagerly grinding down on his face,

"Like that?" He hummed again, smirking as it made you twitch again,

"Goddamn it- Eddie please don't stop," You moaned out, gripping his hair as you pressed his face closer, breaths growing shaky and ragged,

"You gonna cum soon?" He mumbled, sucking harshly against the sensitive bud and making your back arch. You tweaked your nipple through your shirt, sighing a moan at the feeling of the soft cotton shirt dragging against your nipples,

"Uhuh," You managed, nodding your head. You felt him smiling against you, tongue flicking the bud incessantly, and at the feeling of his two fingers quickly moving into you, they started rapidly pumping in and out of your fluttering pussy. In a matter of seconds, you felt yourself clench around him as you came on his face, loud moans drowning under the loud music filling the room. He moaned too, sending pleasant vibrations that caused your legs to shake against him, effectively prolonging your orgasm.

He helped you ride out your high, stealing glances up at your blissful face and smiling to himself as he cleaned you up, before pulling off wetly and kissing the inside of your thigh once more, before setting his elbows on the sides of your legs and leaning on his hands to watch you. As you looked down at him, you smiled softly: he had a smug, shit-eating grin on his face as he watched you,

"What, Eddie?" You asked, unable to stop yourself from smiling back at him. The hand you had pressed to your breast was now laying across your stomach, while your other had moved to your side, fingertips moving against his arm gently. He gently picked up the hand on your middle and skimmed his fingers over yours, then kissed your knuckles,

"Told you I could just stare at you forever, baby," He hummed, grinning, "You're in no shape to move," He smirked, tilting his head as he watched you with lidded eyes, truly admiring you. It was true- you were too fucked out and try and fight back on his words, but you could close your eyes. He chuckled lowly, and you felt him leaning forward to press gentle kisses against the skin of your neck,

"Eddie," You mumbled in a soft, yet warning tone. You laughed to yourself as he mimicked your tone, saying your name instead, "No biting. Or hickeys," You reminded, and laughed again feeling his lips pout against your skin,

"Stupid rule," He mumbled. You opened your eyes as you felt him move off you, groaning as he stood up. He stretched his arms out and offered a hand out to you to help you stand, "You go clean up, I'll find your shorts," He said, kissing your cheek, "Though, I wouldn't complain if you chose to walk around naked like this," He said,

"My neighbours would complain," You smiled, walking away into the bathroom,

"I wouldn't mind it," He called from the room as you shut the door, cleaning yourself up and taking care of yourself, before brushing out the matted hair around the back of your head. Eddie knocked on the door, handing back your shorts and stealing another kiss before you shut the door on him playfully.

Once you were dressed in clean clothes, you exited. Eddie was waiting by the door, and he quickly followed after you, pulling another cigarette out of his pack tucked in his pant pocket,

"How many of these are you gonna smoke?" You asked with a smile as you threw the empty bottles away, "And besides, you can walk around shirtless," You poked the tattoo ink swirling over his chest, before turning to clean the bowl in the sink,

"I'll smoke however many I want, sweetheart," He lit it, taking a drag as he moved behind you. This was a regular cigarette; you could tell from the welcoming smell of smoke, which you had grown to associate with Eddie by now. He moved behind you and wrapped his free arm around your middle, pulling you closer to him in a similar way to this morning. You heard him take a drag of his cigarette, followed by a gentle exhale, and smoke quickly swirled around the shelves above the sink. He set his hand, holding the lit cig between his fingers, next to the counter to prop himself up as he hummed, leaning forward over you slightly and kissing your neck gently,

"Eddie," You hummed a warning, quickly finishing with the dishes and setting it to the side to dry,

"I wouldn't mind seeing you walk around shirtless," He hummed, straightening and sliding his hand to your back, rubbing slow, gentle circles,

"I've got big windows," You nodded to the living room, "Someone'll see me," You smiled at him,

"We can just close the curtains?" He offered, and you laughed softly,

"At nine pm?" You smiled, "The sun hasn't even set," You glanced outside, noticing the sky was beginning to turn to soft pinks and oranges as the night drew closer,

"It will soon," He said as he kissed your cheek. You smiled softly, glancing up at him,

"Let's wait, Eddie," You told him, earning an annoyed grumble from him, "What should we do for the rest of the evening?" You asked,

"I have a few ideas," He murmured, kissing and gently sucking on your neck. Biting your lip and feeling desire pooling between your thighs again, you touched his cheek gently,

"Is one of them sitting outside and appreciating the pretty sunset while we get baked?" You smiled, turning in his arms as he lifted his head,

"Doesn't sound like a bad idea baby," He smiled down at you, then pressed a kiss to your head,

"I'm gonna go upstairs," You let him know, smiling, "Grab a hoodie for myself,"

"I can-" He was quickly cut off by the sudden, loud meow that announced Clara was back from wherever she had gone off to, "Clara!" He said cheerfully, grinning, as he bent down to pet her. You shook your head, grabbing his bag to take it upstairs with you and set it back where it had been at the foot of your bed.

Hearing a familiar jingle from inside caught your attention, and you glanced at your open door. You bent down to gently open the bag, finding the handcuffs were there, cushioned by his clothes. You smiled to yourself, shaking your head in amusement. You took them out, setting them on your bed and rifling through his bag to try and find a hoodie or sweatshirt you could borrow for the evening,

"I fed your cat and I closed your back door," Eddie announced as he entered your room. He didn't have his cigarette anymore, likely having finished it. His eyes focused on the sweatshirt in your hands, and to where you were still kneeling,

"Oh, you brought my bag up here! Thanks, babe," He grinned, then glanced over to your bed "You found the cuffs," You heard him say. Their jingle sounded again, indicating he had picked them up,

"Mhm," You hummed, moving off of your knees and kneeling on your bed opposite him, "You said we could try them out later," You said, watching as he looked back at you, "And I think I'm ready when you are" You smiled, gently folding the long-sleeved shirt and setting it to the side,

"I see," He said amused. You watched him curiously as he fiddled with the metal, "I got the key here," He said, pulling his cigarette box and lighter from his pockets and setting them on your side table, before producing the key, stuck at the bottom and setting it aside in an obvious place so it wuoldn't get lost,

"That's a relief," You teased, earning a laugh from him, "Here- I'll help you put them on," You said with a playful infliction, crawling on the bed over to him. He watched you intensly as you took the cuffs from him, "Gimmie your hands," You said in a soft tone. He held out one of his wrists to you, the veins protruding against his pale skin and dissapearing the further up his arms you looked. As you clicked the first cuff over his wrist, he placed his still free hand on your cheek, bringing you closer so he could kiss you. As you parted, he let out a small breath, "What was that for, Eds?" You asked gently, trying to read the expression he had on,

"I've never..." He glanced to the cuff locked around his wrist, twisting it slightly, "I've never asked anyone to do this with me before," He explained, "That's why I'm nervous about it," He breathed a sigh. You remembered how he had broken down one time, high on whatever Rick scored and passed on to him, that he had always struggled with being vulnerable or honest with people, never feeling like he could freely speak about anything with anyone... Until you,

"Hey, Eddie," You said softly, touching his face, "It's just me," You reminded him. His eyes, albeit reluctantly, met yours and he gave you a small nod, "I'll do whatever you need me to do. Nothing you're uncomfortable with," You assured him,

"You're sure?" He breathed softly, looking at you with a small frown. You quickly nodded, leaning up and pressing your lips to his and kissing him gently,

"Yeah. Let me help you feel good, Eds," you said, wrapping your arm around his neck to pull him closer, kissing him again. You made sure to be slow, and gentle, trying to get him to calm down. Soon, his tense shoulders relaxed and he moved his still free hand to your neck. You lowered yourself, considering you were still kneeling before him on the bed and slowly sat back on your haunches, his mouth eagerly following yours, keeping you locked in place with him. Pulling away, you hummed as he kissed down your neck, though you quickly stopped him with a hand on his chest. You smirked at the small pout now on his lips, pecking him quickly, before sitting back, "Get on the bed, Eddie," You prompted, shuffling out of the way so he could get on it. Once he sat down, he held out his other wrist, and you carefully clicked the other handcuff on him. You pressed a kiss to his head, you smiling in reassurance, "Lay back, baby," You added, before kissing him again,

Your eyes flicked to the first cassette tape he had made and you carefully picked it up. You set it inside the radio player, waiting for the first song to start playing, before returning to your boyfriend, now watching you with wide eyes. His pupils were already dilated so you could hardly see the usual gentle brown, and he reached for your hands with his bound ones, fingers clutching at yours,

"I'll be gentle, baby," You assured him a final time, before touching his face and pressing your lips against his, "You just lay back and let me take care of you, Eddie,"

"You're taking too long," He teased, and with a small grin, you took his hand in yours and moved to set them above his head, pressing your lips against him and licking along his bottom lip, earning a pleasant sigh from him,

"Maybe I like teasing you," You murmured into his mouth, grinning at the small groan that escaped his lips. You smiled, setting a hand on his knee to help you move over him, straddling him and beginning to slowly move your hips against his,

"Fucking... Damn," He breathed, his cheeks flushing a soft pink. With a smile, you slide a hand along his arm to squeeze his hand, before you moved to kiss his cheek, then nip at his jaw. Your lips quickly travelled down to his neck, pressing kisses against his skin and earning small moans from him. Grinning against his skin, you sunk your teeth in to gently bite, then suck, creating more dark marks on the side of his neck. Loud curses and moans of your name followed, fading between the riffs of the song playing- you were too focused to guess now. You could hear the faint clinking of the metal chains, and glancing up, you saw him desperately grabbing at your messed up pillows,

"You like that?" You murmured against his skin, making him shiver and smile,

"You're biting me," You could hear the smile in his voice as he said it, and you found yourself grinning against his skin, pressing a kiss to the fresh bite mark, before licking it and earning more groans of your name, "Thought you didn't like that, babe," He breathed playfully,

"I'm just getting you back for all the hickeys you gave me," You teased, shifting to pay attention to the other side of his neck, nipping at his skin before moving down to his chest. You pressed a kiss to one of the tattoos on his skin, causing him to smile,

"Well, unlike you, I don't mind getting bit," He announced, giving you a wink before letting his head drop back on the pillow. With a small smile, you narrowed your eyes and sunk your teeth into his skin, lightly biting just under the tattoo. He gasped, letting out your name in a small whimper that caused your walls to flutter around nothing. You pulled off, pressing a wet kiss to your teeth marks wetly,

"You said you don't mind," You teased, shifting off of him so you could remove his pants, popping open the button, dragging down the zipper and slowly pulling them down his legs,

"I don't!" He smiled, shifting his hips so it was easier for you. You grinned, fingers dancing along the hem of his underwear making him shiver, just barely grazing his skin and stopping just at his v-line. He breathed your name out again, chest rising and falling rapidly, and the cuffs clinked again as he gripped the bedsheets once more, "I need you," He finally said. It shocked you- usually he was the one teasing you for your impatience- but it seemed like getting him this over-excited was biting him in the ass.

Smiling, you reached out to palm his erection, earning a shuddering breath from him, followed by delightful wimpers. You grinned at his reactions, resisting the urge to trail a hand down to touch yourself at his reactions. As your name left his lips, you lifted your hand off of him, causing him to whine again,

"Needy," You commented, hooking your fingers in his underwear and pulling them down, grinning as he laughed weakly. His cock sprung free, and you wasted no time spitting into your palm and gripping the base, gently squeezing. It earned you a deep, low groan of your own name, causing chills to run up your spine. God he sounded amazing, all needy for you- and knowing he was aroused because of what you were doing only made you wetter. Licking your lips, you glanced up at him to see you watching you eagerly, eyes wide and a lazy smile fixed on his lips,

"Please," He breathed, and you grinned softly, beginning to slowly stroke up his length,

"'Please' what, Eddie?" You asked, tilting your head to the side and shuffling slightly on the bed, rubbing your thighs together as you settled in front of his cock, glancing at your hand as it made its way to the tip, before slowly beginning to drag your hand down, "You want me to suck your cock?" You asked in a low tone, and watched as he nodded his head vigorously,

"Yes- please- fuck," He moaned as your mouth touched against him, pressing a gentle kiss to his tip and glancing up to watch him. Your eyes locked and a smile spread across your lips as you stuck your tongue out, licking over the slit. He let out more gentle groans and moans as your begun to move your head down, just putting the tip in your mouth, and swirling your tongue. Your name left his lips in a loud groan, which was all you seemingly needed to start slowly bobbing your head up and down. Combined with the slow movements of your hand and the pressure from your mouth sucking him, wimpers rapidly left his mouth in strings of curses and broken moans "Babe," He whined eventually. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking gently so he moaned softly, hips lifting off of your bed to buck slightly into your mouth. It wasn't until he moaned out your name particularly loudly that you pulled off of him wetly, saliva stringing behind you as you smiled at him. It slowly trailed down to your hand, pumping him softly and causing his cock to glisten in the low light,

"Hmm?" You hummed, grinning his breathing grew ragged. He swallowed thickly, tilting his head so he could look at you, meeting your grin with a matching one, "What is it, baby? I'm enjoying myself down here," You mumbled, licking your lips again for emphasis,

"Fuck," He hissed, breathing heavily, "come back up here," He asked, "I miss you," You noticed his hands twisting in the cuffs. Laughing softly, you obliged him, moving up to kiss him, his tongue quickly finding yours and moaning into your mouth. Your hand still lazily stroked him, causing him to eventually pull off your lips to breathe heavily, "I need you," He whispered softly against your lips,

"You do?" You asked with a grin, moving your mouth to kiss his neck,

"Mhm..." He hummed, "Please," He whined softly, eyes falling closed as he leaned his head back.

You let go of him with a small smile, causing him to gasp softly at the sudden lack of contact. You leaned over to grab the bag, laughing softly at the 'nice view' comment he made. You quickly discarded your shirt and shorts, sticking a condom packet between your teeth momentarily and grinning around it at the surprised look on Eddie's face. Carefully, you tore open the packet, and shifted forward to press a kiss against Eddie's lips. He let out a gentle groan at the feeling of your hand rolling the rubber over his hard cock,

"Please," He whimpered againas you shifted your head to suck another mark into his neck, pressing your tongue against the spot and smirking as you shifted your legs to straddle him. His breath grew ragged as you began to rub your hips against him, coating his cock in your growing wetness with a small smile, "Fuck," He hissed your name,

"Hmm?" You hummed against his skin, sitting up and smiling as you felt his hips moving underneath you, causing you to let out a gentle moan as he rubbed against your clit. You set a hand over his chest, digging your nails into the swirling black tattoo and feeling his heart hammering beneath your fingertips with a smile, "You've been such a good boy for me, Eddie," You praised, smiling as his eyes rolled back at your words, a shiver running through him. You leaned forward, kissing his parted lips and smiling as you moved your hand down to take hold of his cock, "You deserve a reward, hmm?" You muttered against his mouth, smiling at the moan that left his lips as you slid onto him, completely sheathing him inside you in a fluid motion.

You moved back, moaning at the sensation of him fully inside you and smiled, allowing yourself some time to adjust. After a few moments, you slid one of your hands up his arm and placed your fingers in his hand, feeling him gently squeeze them. Slowly, you began to slowly lift and drop yourself on his cock, both breathing out the others name at the sensation. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as deep groans emanated from his throat, and you smiled to yourself. You set your other hand on his chest, leaning forward and picking up your pace ever so slightly,

"Fucking Christ," He breathed. You glanced from the blissful look on his face to his cuffed hands gripping your sheets as you slid your hand from his so you could ride him better. You could hear the faint jingle of their chains as you began to bounce on his dick, "Holy shit you're..."

"That feel good babe?" you asked, breathing heavily as you moved, feeling your boobs bouncing with each movement. Grinning, Eddie nodded and moaned your name, "Use your words, Eds," You smiled,

"Good, you're really good," He whispered, "Jesus Christ- don't stop," He begged, causing you to grin. Your hips now slammed down onto his, causing him to moan louder and pant beneath you. You leaned forward against his neck, licking and kissing his skin, then moaning and breathing into his ear. He shivered, and you quickly found murmuring various praises- most notably 'good boy' against his neck between soft nips to his skin- caused his hips to stutter under yours and his breaths to grow shaky to shiver and moan just a little bit louder, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," He whined near your ear. Grinning, you moved your lips against his ear,

"Then cum for me, Eds," You whispered, grinning as you felt his body tense beneath you, gasping softly as you straightened up again, grinding your hips harder into him and scratching down his chest, awarding him with praises as he lay back against the pillows, sighing as you continued to ride him,

"God," He hissed, moaning more as your movements didn't stop, just slowed so you were slowly rising and falling on him. You grinned, shaking your head,

"Mmmh, it's only me, Eds," You grinned, watching him laugh breathily as you continued your slow movements. Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him gently, "You did so well, Eddie," You praised, grinning as you pressed your hands to his chest and watched him, "You need anything?" You asked softly, going quiet as he kept his eyes closed. Your movements slowed to a stop,

"No..." He breathed softly. Feeling your hand move up his neck to touch his cheek, then shifting his bangs sticking against his sweaty forehead, he opened an eye, lips fixing into a lazy grin as he watched you, "My love," He sighed, and your heart warmed at his proclamation and fucked out expression,

"Hmm?" You hummed softly,

"I just need you," He breathed, making you laugh softly,

"How sweet, Eds," You smiled at him, gently kissing his cheek, "I'm right here for you," You assured him, twirling his hair around your fingers. He hummed gently, still laying back and catching his breath, his eyes falling shut once more,

"Yeah," He breathed, "Did... Did you finish?" He asked between breaths,

"Hm? Ohh, no," You murmured, lifting yourself up to look at him watching you with a small frown,

"Why not?" He asked, concerned,

"Cause I was making you feel good, Eds," You sat up, smiling only for him to return it, rolling his eyes,

"Doesn't mean you shouldn't make yourself feel good too, sweetheart" He said, watching you. You timidly glanced away as his eyes raked over your body with a grin. Where he had previously gone limp inside you, you could feel him getting harder. The sensation was enough to arouse you again; knowing he was getting hard simply from the sight of your naked body on top of him caused your walls to flutter around him, and his eyes met yours sharply. He grinned again, "There you go, baby," He murmured, "Touch yourself," He said,

"I thought I was the one in charge," You smiled, though trailed your hand down to your clit and sighed as your fingers begun rubbing against it in circles,

"And yet you still listen," He sighs, closing his eyes and leaning his head back and sighing as your hips begun moving slowly against his,

"Cause it feels good, Eddie," You moaned out, letting your head fall back. You grinned softly, before laughing to yourself and glancing down at him, "You be careful or I'll start to think you like being used, Munson," At your words he shuddered, letting out a moan, "Oh?" You grinned,

"I..." He breathed a few moans, glancing down to where your bodies were connected and moving against each other, before looking at your face and grinning, "I like knowing you get off on me too," He smirked,

"Feeling's mutual," You moaned, quickening your hands movements against your clit and slamming down on him harder, your walls fluttering around his cock. He wimpered softly, muttering your name and shifting his hips so he was slamming in. You gasped, mouth opening in an 'o' shape as he hit the same spot over and over, the pressure in your lower abdomen growing with each thrust,

"Oh fuck- are you gonna cum again, Eddie?" You managed breathlessly, grinning as he whimpered your name. You glanced down at where your bodies were connected, your wetness slipping down and causing the skin surrounding the areas to glisten in the setting light. With a grin, you slowed your movements slightly, causing him to gasp,

"Fuck- please don't stop," He whimpered his back arching slightly off the bed and the movements of his hips slamming up into yours increasing. You moaned gently,

"Who's being impatient now?" You teased, though the circles against your clit where frantic now, desperate for you to reach your peak with him,

"Shit-" He moaned again, and you leaned back slightly, moving a hand up to your nipple to play with it,

"Don't cum until I do," You managed, glancing down at him and grinning at his fucked out expression. His neck was flushed red, and the deep marks you had sucked into his neck sat atop his skin proudly. His hair was splayed out behind his head, phraming him almost angelically; the mane of black hair creating a halo around him. The image of his cuffed hands gripping your pillows for dear life, his knuckles white burned into your memory. You moaned at the feeling of your climax rapidly approaching, "I'm so close," You let him know, moving your hand desperately against your clit and slamming yourself down repeatedly on his cock, "Oh fuck!" You exclaimed,

"Please-" Eddie whimpered again, his groans and moans joining yours and almost drowning out the music. With a final stroke of your clit, you gasped, moaning loudly as your walls squeezed around him. Riding out your orgasm, you felt your legs shaking slightly from all the effort you had put in. Eddie's own groans and moans followed yours, feeling him swell inside you as he came too,

"Damn... Fuck- fucking Christ," Eddie cursed, breathing heavily so his chest fell and rose rapidly beneath your placed fingertips, relaxing back into your sheets. You took a moment to catch your breath, slowly blinking your eyes to clear your spotty vision,

"Eds are... Are you good?" You checked in between breaths, swallowing dryly,

"Mmh... Come here," From where his hands were still cuffed, you could see he made a motion for you to join him, and you quickly leaned forward so he could kiss you. Too quickly, he pulled his head to the side, breathing heavily as you pressed your face into his neck, kissing and nuzzling into his scorching skin lazily, "Oh fuck," He sighed from beside you, "Babe?" He asked as you hummed into his skin, making him shiver, "Babe, babe- can... Could you uncuff me?" He managed, and you quickly sat up, slipping off of him,

"Oh shit, yeah, of course," You leaned over him to grab the key that had been left behind on your drawer. Eddie managed to sit up, leaning towards you and pressing a kiss against your shoulder. As you sat back in his lap, you felt him shifting his hips so his legs would be bent, giving you something to sit back on. He moved his hands in front of you as if he was begging, and you smiled, pressing two gentle kisses to his wrists, just above the metal, "My love," You mumbled to him, smiling as he shut his eyes and leaned his head back on the covers, mouth still open slightly and panting,

"That's my line, darling," He said, opening his eyes to watch you fiddling with the lock, before successfully uncuffing one of his hands. He shook out his wrist as you did the other one before he took the metal from you and set it aside with a few clicks. Quickly, he set his now free hands on the side of the bed and sat up. You yelped softly as you almost fell backwards, giggling softly as he caught your arms and pulled you close again, hugging you tightly to his chest, "Are you alright?" He asked with a smile,

"Wow-" You breathed, "Huh? Yeah. I'm okay," You smiled, sitting up and pressing your lips to his cheek, "Are you? How are your wrists?" You asked, reaching for his arm and gently pulling on his arm so you could inspect him for any injuries,

"They weren't that tight," He said softly, watching you curiously. You could feel the soft vibrations of his chest as he spoke considering your close proximity to one another, and you gently swiped your thumb over the indentations the metal had left in his skin, "I'm okay. Great, even," You could hear the smile in his voice as he said it, before you shifted your head and pressed a kiss against his wrist again,

"Okay," You said softly, "I love you, Eddie," You smiled, locking eyes and grinning with him,

"Love you too," He murmured your name for likely the thousandth time this evening, moving his hand to tuck your hair away from your face and kissing you gently, "Here," He hummed, shifting his legs again, "Lay back, I'll clean you up and get you some water," He said as he kissed your cheek, then your forehead. You carefully moved off of him and sat back in the bed, laying back and running your fingers through your hair to detangle any knots. When you glanced back at him, he'd discarded the condom and put his pants back on. There was a cigarette between his lips and you saw him lighting it up, before disappearing down your hall for a few moments.

You dozed off for a couple of moments, feeling blissful and peaceful in your cool room, the cold air soothing your burning skin. You heard him reentering your room, and when you opened an eye, he held a wet cloth and moved in front of you on the bed, tenderly cleaning you and pressing soft kisses to your forehead,

"Next time I'll take a picture of you like that," You teased him, grinning, "All tied up for me," You said playfully, though when you looked at him, you saw his eyes had widened slightly, twinkling in the faint light in your room,

"You would?" He smiled, to which you nodded, "Does that mean I can have a picture of you...?" He asked with a smile,

"I thought you had enough already, Eddie" You smiled, letting your body stretch out tiredly,

"I'd like," He mumbled, walking over to you so he could lean over and press a kiss against your neck, "A picture of you in just these earings," He smiled as you shivered at his words,

"That can be arranged," You said flirtatiously, grinning as he moved on top of you and gently guided you to lay down as he peppered eager kisses against your face and neck, causing you to laugh, "Only one though!" You grinned as he pulled away from you to grab the camera, holding it in front of his face as he situated himself above you, half leaning on the bed. Your hands moved to your breasts, covering your nipples at first before he reached a hand out to take your hand off your chest, squeezing your fingers momentarily,

"Don't do that," He smiled, "You're so beautiful- I want to see all of you," He said, lips twisting into a grin. With a small sigh, you spread your fingers, pushing your breasts together instead, laughing once he snapped the photo. With anyone else, you'd likely feel embarrassed- you likely wouldn't even let them take a picture of you naked like this. But because it was Eddie, someone you trusted completely and loved with your entire heart, you were surprisingly fine with it,

"This one's going to my collection," He said, taking hold of the polaroid as it printed out and shaking it,

"Ugh- don't phrase it like that!" You laughed, "That makes you sound like a creep," You grinned, slapping his clothed leg as he laughed,

"What can I say? I like looking at you, sweetheart," He grinned. And any nerves you may have had quickly dissolved into arousal as your kisses turned heated and long, and moans escaped your lips as he caressed your bare chest again; the polaroid and the camera quickly discarded off somewhere to the side, next to the handcuffs. Happily, you found yourself lost in Eddie and your sheets, your laughter and moans drowned out by the music...

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