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stevebabey · 1 year

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Steve hates to ask this of Eddie.

Really, it’s a last resort sort of thing. Robin’s gone for the week, some trip upstate with her family. And it’s fine, they’re close but Steve’s a big boy. He can handle a week without his best friend.

But, well, it’s just unfortunate for it to creep up on Steve when Robin’s gone. It being… shit, how did Robin explain it? She was so much better at keeping track of all those things than he was, all the terms filed away nicely in her head to be recalled as needed. Steve’s much messier— in his head, in his life.

Touch aversion, that’s what she called it. A by-product of the severe lack of touch in his childhood she had said; not enough hugs, hand holding, the works and now Steve’s grown to find it too strange. Something prickles under his skin, pulls in his gut all the wrong way, when someone’s too touchy-feely with him. Robin’s said it’s normal, and he believes her.

It just makes it harder when this comes by. That completely strange backward want that carves into his chest, creating a chasm that just aches. Suddenly, Steve wants to be touched, needs to be touched — like something behind his ribs is just begging for comfort in the form of touch, any way he can have it. Like some young part of him can still remember the hunger he had for it and it comes back in full force, a tender wound between his lungs.

It doesn’t happen that often — though, it’s more frequent than ever recently — but usually, Robin’s here. She can almost always tell before Steve works up the courage to ask. Twitchy fingers give him away. He hovers closer than normal, shoulders brushing more often.

She always gives him a smile, softer than her usual snark and says, “C’mere, dingus.” and stands on her tip-toes to envelope him in a hug. Steve can’t help but sink into it, gripping her close around the waist for as long as he needs until the hole in his chest feels a step closer to patching up.

Robin also tells him he can have as many hugs as he’d like but Steve is firm with himself; he only needs one, then he’ll be back to fine.

It what’s he needs now. One really fucking good hug. Still, he hates to ask, least of all from Eddie, because, well— okay, Steve has no reason to assume Eddie wouldn’t give him a hug.

He’s seen Eddie’s hugs before. Like everything he does, Eddie puts his everything into it- he hugs Robin til she wheezes, loves to lift Nancy off the ground, and the hug he gives Dustin is sweetest of all, a hand on the back of the littler’s head while he does some strange little sway. Dustin always laughs, playfully shoving him away by the end but Steve knows he loves them, that it helps in more than one way.

Steve is glad that Dustin has someone, besides his Mom of course, who can hug him, because Steve can’t give that to him. Maybe one day, but for now, hugs from Steve are a rarity — few and far in between. Maybe, he thinks, he doesn’t want to ask Eddie specifically because of that niggling feeling that comes up around Eddie, all gooey and soft. A feeling the swings too close to a crush that Steve has no fucking clue what to do about.

So, he hates to ask. Really. On the drive over to Eddie’s, a hangout organised before Steve started to feel the lack of touch creep in, he runs through any other options. Wait til Robin gets back? Steve’s not sure he’ll make it another 4 days. When left alone, it seems to consume him and make everything harder, everything heavier to deal with.

He’s still tossing it when he climbs the steps to Eddie’s trailer. Steve decides that he’ll see how it goes, see if there’s an opening to ask…semi-naturally or something. He’s not gonna spring it on the guy.

Eddie is wonderful company as always, devilish grins and god-awful comments about the film he picked. Steve feeds off it, drinking in the infectious energy. He tries to let it be enough; their shoulders pressed together, Eddie’s knee knocking his when he laughs, the way Eddie leans into his space to whisper even though it’s just them here tonight. Steve wants it to be enough. But even then, he can see the way his hands twitch in his lap, desperate for more.

Steve closes his eyes. Curls his hands up so tightly his nails bite into the skin. He tries to use it to wane off the feeling, the ache that sings out for Eddie beside him and it nearly works. Until—

“Steve? Y’okay?” Eddie’s voice pipes up, making Steve open his eyes in an instant.

“Hm?” Steve hums, hoping that his casualness will be enough for Eddie to skip over his peculiar behaviour. He blinks, tilting his head just a bit to show he was confused why Eddie was asking.

Eddie chuckles lightly, gesturing towards Steve’s lap, where his hands sit still clenched, white knuckled with his self-restraint. “You seem a bit stiff, that’s all.” Eddie rechecks. “You good?”

Steve opens his mouth and then closes it, forcing his hands to unclench in his lap. “I-“ he begins, then stops, unsure of what he was going to say. He did say he would look for an opening tonight. The way Eddie’s regarding him, open faced with his concern, is as good as he might get.

“This might sound a bit weird,” Steve starts, defensiveness already tingeing the words, his shoulders curling in just a bit. Eddie could say no. He’s allowed to say no. Steve really doesn’t want him to. “Like, if you think it’s weird, that’s totally fine and we can just, like, forget I said anything and—”

“Steve.” Eddie cuts him off, a linger of an amused smile on his lips. “I don’t think I’m going to find anything you say weird, sweetheart. Shoot. What’s on your mind? What troubles the great mind of Steve Harrington?”

God, it’s like a whole bunch of words designed to set Steve’s head spinning. ‘The great mind of Steve Harrington’ makes him want to scoff. ‘Sweetheart’ makes him want to swoon. He can’t decide which one he wants to do more.

“Can I-” Steve stammers, the words halting automatically. It’s too much of a habit to swallow them down. Coercing them out takes more work. He stares up at the ceiling as he grits his teeth, releases a harsh sigh, pulling himself together. “Can I… have a hug?”

There a moment of silence and Steve holds his breath.

“Oh,” Eddie breathes, and Steve takes his eyes off the ceiling to see just what that Oh means. Eddie’s smiling, a soft one gracing his pretty mouth, and Steve thinks, maybe, one day he’ll have the courage to ask for a kiss as well. Relief moves sluggishly through his veins— Eddie’s smiling, this is good.

“Well, of course,” Eddie grins widely and opens his arms, inviting Steve in. Steve hesitates for only a moment before he leans in gratefully, his arms tucking around Eddie’s midriff tightly. Eddie’s arms curl around Steve’s neck, pulling him in close. It’s the easiest thing in the world, sinking into it, so much that Steve tries his best not to immediately slump against Eddie. It feels a bit too pathetic, so Steve reels himself in. He can’t make his arms relax, trying too hard to take only what he needs and not a moment more.

“C’mon, Stevie.” Eddie’s voice teases beside his ear, his breath warm. “You call that a hug?”

He squeezes Steve a little tighter, pulling him even closer and Steve can’t help the way he melts into it— he slumps, leaning against Eddie properly and burying his quiet whine of relief into the juncture between Eddie's neck and shoulder.

“There we go,” Eddie murmurs comfortingly.

Eddie takes him wholly, gives a damn good Munson hug, all warmth and comfort. He smells like, well, Eddie — a lingering scent of weed, something musky, something Eddie. His arms around Steve’s neck shuffle and Steve worries he’s trying to pull away so soon, only for one of his hands to tangle in the hair at the nape of Steve’s neck. He combs through, light fingernails scratching at Steve’s scalp and shit, Steve really can’t control the noise of contentment that slips out his throat.

“Can’t believe you got so worked up just to ask for a hug,” Eddie tsks, tone coloured in disbelief. Steve makes a noise of protest, trying for a moment to wind it all back in but, like Eddie can sense it, he’s squeezing him tighter again. He begins to rock them, a soft sway side to side that lets Steve lean on him even more. He hums a tune Steve doesn’t know, low and soft.

“M’sorry,” Steve mumbles in reply, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s apologising for. For having to ask, for taking so much, for enjoying Eddie’s arms around him just a little too much.

“What the fuck for?” Eddie laughs lightly, one of his hands beginning to drum against the divots of Steve’s spin. It feels like he’s tapping pure delirium with each fingertip, shivers that make Steve’s chest glow terribly warm. It feels good, so good to be held and honestly, Steve could stay here all night if Eddie let him. Knowing Eddie, he would, because he’s that fucking nice.

That knowledge alone forces Steve to sit himself up, extracting him limbs even though so much of him mourns the warmth, the touch, that goes with it. He wants the touch but he’s had enough. Some scorned part of him burns bitterly to think Eddie would give him more just to be nice. Steve doesn’t want that— Steve wants Eddie to touch him because he wants to.

“Sorry, man, I just, uh, get like that sometimes.” Steve feels the need to explain, bringing a hand up to rub at one of his eyes. He does it half so can hide his embarrassed expression from Eddie— who’s looking at him so gently and still so so close.

“Just, aha—“ Christ, it wasn’t this awkward telling Robin. Steve’s hand moves to rub the back of his neck. “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile since,” He gnaws on his bottom lip, something alike to humiliation curling in his gut. “Since I’ve had some touch. Usually, Robin’s around but y’know.”

He waves a hand, huffing another awkward laugh. Eddie hasn’t moved much, just listening intently, his brows ever so slightly inching closer together. He looks outright concerned at Steve’s next words.

“It’s okay, I’ve— I’ll be good now.” Steve nods along, like the motion will help him convince himself as well as Eddie. He’ll be okay now. Usually, one hug is all it takes. He ignores the surging tidal-wave want that is still going, still aching to be held by Eddie again. It would be selfish to ask for more. Eddie didn’t invite him around to hug— it’s weird, and Steve shouldn’t- can’t ask for more.

“Sooooo,” Eddie draws out the word, an impish smile beginning to play at the corners of his lips. He opens his arms wide again. “You don’t want another hug?”

In his lap, Steve’s fingers twitch. Eddie’s eyes dart to them for a second, before fixing back on Steve. He does, he really fucking does want another hug. He can’t. He’s had enough, really, it would greedy to have more.

Steve shakes his head, forces himself to huff another laugh that accidentally comes out as a strained sigh. He smiles weakly, “No, no, I’m good, dude. It’s… I’m okay, swear.”

For a moment, Steve thinks he’s convinced him. Eddie studies his face, his mischief slipping away as he deliberates Steve’s words. His eyes narrow, arms dropping just an inch before he smiles brightly and says, “Okay, can I have a hug then?”

Which, okay, right, Steve didn’t think of that. People don’t ask him for hugs. He blinks, a bit dumbly. Eddie is waiting, face eager and for a second there’s an expression of almost smugness on his face — like he’s about to get exactly what he wants. Because he knows Steve would never be rude and say no.

“I mean,” Steve breathes, voice a bit tighter than he’s expecting. He clears his throat. “Yeah, yeah, you can have a hug.”

“Great!” Eddie replies and he wastes no time. He’s all up in Steve’s space, arms around Steve’s waist this time. The motion takes Steve by surprise, enough that because he’s not expecting it Eddie’s weight pushes him back so he’s lying on the couch.

If Eddie cares, he pays no mind, his head curling up into the crook of Steve’s neck as he hugs him closer. His hair gets in Steve’s mouth, making him splutter for a second, but Eddie just grins, wriggling closer until they’re pressed firmly against each other. Steve would go as far as to say this is closer to cuddling than a hug, with Eddie squishing him from above, his arms around Steve’s middle.

“Just so you know,” Eddie’s voice rumbles from where their chests are touching, his breath sweeping across Steve’s neck. Steve shivers without meaning to, feels Eddie’s responding grin even as he continues. “All hugs requested by me are automatically 10 minutes long. Hope you’re okay with that, sweetheart.”

Steve isn’t stupid — he knows Eddie is doing it for him, doing it because he could see right through Steve’s stupid facade, had peered his yawning hunger for touch right in the face and hadn’t blanched. Instead of feeling tricked or fooled, Steve just feels…warm. Comfortable. He works his arms around Eddie’s neck til their more comfortable and find the courage in him scrape his fingers through Eddie’s hair— like he had done to Steve. Eddie’s sighs sweetly and Steve thinks he could listen to that noise forever.

“I’m… I’m okay with that.” Steve murmurs lowly, yet he knows Eddie can hear him. Eddie noses closer, a borderline nuzzle against his neck, and further down, one his hands starts to stroke softly up and down Steve’s ribs.

Steve can’t help the way it makes him freeze, the breath in his lungs holding tight as he tries to relax, tries to ignore the prickly feeling under his skin. It’s a lot. A lot of touch that Steve just isn’t used to just yet, even if he desperately craves it.

“Relax,” Eddie whispers into his skin, a soft instruction paired with the motion, one soothing stroke up and down his ribs. Steve pushes the breath in his lungs out, forces the tension out of his body, trusts that Eddie wouldn’t be offering— wouldn’t tell him to relax if he wasn’t allowed to.

“That’s it.” Eddie praises, feeling the body beneath him settle and sink a little lower into the couch. “Now, watch the movie.” Eddie instructs, jutting at the still playing screen with his chin. Steve laughs a bit, but obeys, turning his head to see what part they’d gotten up to. They’d missed a big chunk in their hug. Steve nearly apologises for it, the words on the tip of his tongue, before he decides Eddie might smack him for it.

So, he doesn’t. He watches the film, let’s the gentle touch of Eddie on his skin relax him til sleepiness starts to fill each of his limbs, heavy like lead. Eddie’s hand stops moving eventually, when his breath gets heavier, lulled by Steve’s scratch in his hair. A snore starts up, loud and quite frankly, annoying, and yet, Steve finds that with Eddie’s arms around him, he has no trouble finding sleep.

It’s the first time in years Steve’s fallen asleep in someone else’s arms. And even if he doesn't know it yet, it’s certainly not the last.

now with a part two!

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headkiss · 1 year

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Hi!! could I request a story with Eddie where he goes to the drama room at school to set up for a Hellfire campaign, but finds a girl!reader in the drama room crying? And he gets all protective cause he recognizes her (the shy girl in his classes!), major fluff lol❤️

hi lovely!!! i hope u like it tysm for requesting :D | 0.6k fluff and a pinch of hurt/comfort

Eddie’s always buzzing to set up for Hellfire.

It’s funny, the only part of school he enjoys is the room that allows him to hold his campaigns, to be around the only people he feels somewhat normal around. His hands are full with his notebooks and supplies as he makes his way down the halls.

You were hiding in the first room you passed, your watery eyes blurring your vision. The last thing you wanted was for people to see you cry, to let them win. It was a stupid little comment after all, but it hit you the way they wanted; where it hurt.

The twist of the doorknob has you hastily wiping at your cheeks and eyes to try and lessen the traces of your tears. You shake your hands, breathe deep, and try to make it seem like you were okay.

Eddie’s shocked to see you when he walks in. He’s even more shocked to notice that you’ve been crying.

He doesn’t know you well, but he knows that you’re one of the only people outside of his friends who’s been kind to him, and that you’re quiet with most people. He sets his stuff down quickly.

“What’s wrong?” Is the first thing he says.

“Nothing,” you stand, ready to make your escape. “I’m fine, really.”

He catches you on your way out, blocking your path. Eddie has never really been one to get in people’s business, let alone care about it, but for some reason, he cares about this. He cares about whatever’s making someone as sweet as you cry.

“Woah, stop. I can tell you’re not,” he softens his voice for the next bit, “you’ve been crying.”

“It’s dumb.”

“It’s not if it’s making you upset. Come on, I’ve got time before Hellfire starts.”

“I really don’t want to bother you with it, Eddie.”

He leans on the table, making himself comfortable.

“You’re no bother, babe.”

You’ve never been inclined to talk to people, never wanted to share too much or speak for long, but Eddie makes you feel comfortable somehow. This boy, who you only know from a few classes, is easier to talk to than most people you know.

What’s up with that?

“Just some girls like to say stuff to me,” you shrug it off.

“That’s not dumb at all. You don’t deserve that, nobody does,” especially not you, he thinks. “Want me to go tell ‘em off?”

“Don’t do that.”

“I will, seriously,” he moves towards the door, but you stop him with two hands on his chest.

“I appreciate the thought, Eddie, but it’s fine, really. I’m used to it.”

“Nobody should be used to this stuff.”

“You are, too. I know how people treat you.”

“This isn’t about me, okay? Listen, you’re nice, and pretty, and the people that bug you are idiots. Complete idiots, because who picks on the shy people, huh? Only idiots, I think.”

You don’t know why his reassurance and comfort brings tears to your eyes all over again, but it does. He’s not at all what everyone says he is and it’s never been clearer.

He notices the shine of tears in your waterline, “aw, hey, I didn’t say all that to make you cry again. C’mere.”

He wraps you in a hug before you can even process it. His arms wrap around your shoulders, yours eventually go around his middle. He hugs you until you calm down again, and even then, you don’t feel ready to let go.

“Ever played D&D?” He asks.

You shake your head.

“Wanna stick around and learn?”

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eiightysixbaby · 3 months

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oooo okay so i have a request! i recently got high for the first time lolz and can u write like first time high w eddie but the reader was super anxious and paranoid and like just cute fluff

NEED TO RECOVER FROM THAT BC IDK HOW HE DOES IT

i am writing this as someone who has never been high so i hope it sounds realistic LMAO. i wrote this as best friend!eddie that leads into some fluffy, flirty territory???

cw: just fluff and weed smoking lol

“you don’t have to do this, you know. I’m happy to go smoke outside real quick, leave you completely out of the way of it,” eddie says, interrupting the nervous chewing of your lip you’d been doing as you stare down the joint in his hand.

your eyes meet his briefly before flicking away again, bringing a fingernail up to bite at.

“no, no I want to,” you reply, sounding more like you’re convincing yourself than him. “I’m just nervous.” you lie back on the couch with a groan. “why am I so fucking nervous?”

“it’s your first time. you don’t know what it’s gonna feel like yet. it’s normal,” he says calmly. “I promise you though, it’s gonna chill you out. I wouldn’t suggest you do this if I felt like it would be awful for you.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” you mumble into your hands that are now covering your face. “okay, I’m ready,” you decide, moving back to a sitting position.

you watch as he pulls a lighter from his back pocket, flicking it a few times before the flame appears. he holds it steady at the end of the joint, letting it ignite before he takes the first hit. it’s so natural for him, effortless, and you’re a little jealous of him in the moment. he holds it out to you, letting it rest between two fingers, his expression calm and patient as he waits for you to take it.

you reach for it, looking at it questioningly. “okay, so… how does this work?” you ask.

“well, you’re gonna inhale, and kind of hold the smoke in your mouth for a few seconds? you’ll just… feel it. and then exhale,” eddie explains, crossing one leg over the other as he leans back into the cushions behind him. “and don’t take too big of a hit. it’ll just make you cough worse.”

you nod, taking in what he’s saying. you’ve seen him smoke enough times that it isn’t foreign, but you still don’t want to make a fool of yourself.

raising the joint slowly, you let your lips wrap around it. your hand trembles slightly, wanting to look cool and natural under his stare. you feel like you barely inhale at all before you’re spluttering, coughing as tears well in your eyes.

“you’re okay,” eddie says, patting your back with a firm hand. “promise it gets better, you’re just not used to it.”

you take a few steadying breaths, the coughs subsiding. his hand remains on your back, rubbing soothingly. determined now, you take another hit, having more success this time.

you can feel warmth tingling your insides, burning your lungs in a way that isn’t entirely unpleasant but isn’t yet completely pleasant either.

it’s not long before you’re slumped into the sofa, eyelids heavy as the high fully settles in. the only problem is, it seems to be having the opposite effect of what eddie had said. you fidget with your fingers in your lap, picking nervously at your nails. you haven’t spoken a word, thoughts racing in your head. the wind picks up outside, leaves rustling as rain begins hitting the roof of the trailer. you jump, breathing slightly erratic as you sit up straight.

“hey, you okay?”

eddie’s deep brown eyes look at you with concern, not used to you being skittish.

“I feel like… I don’t know. I’m super fucking in my head right now, I thought this was supposed to calm me down—”

“hey, hey,” he interjects softly, a hand reaching out to rest on your bicep. “you’re okay, alright? I’m here, it’s just me here,” he reassures, trying to get you to meet his eyes. “there’s absolutely nothing to be worried about, you’re safe with me.”

you glance over at him, brow furrowed. your knee bounces, a nervous habit.

“c’mere,” he says, motioning for you to lean into him. you oblige, curling against his side like a scared puppy. his arm wraps around you, fingers rubbing soft patterns into your skin. “what can I do to make this more comfortable for you?” he asks, feeling terrible for getting you high in the first place; whether you’d wanted to or not.

“can we just stay like this?” you murmur, letting your fingers toy with the fabric of his shirt. “you’re so comfy,” you sigh, feeling your heart rate stabilize as you begin to relax.

“yeah, sweetheart,” he hums. “whatever you want.”

he continues to take periodic hits from the joint, and you watch in silent awe as the smoke leaves his lips in quiet exhales, trailing up to the ceiling. you can hear his heart beating in his chest, the rhythmic thumping calming your anxieties. your eyes search his face; taking in his long lashes, the slope of his nose and the rounded tip of it, his pretty pink lips and the tongue that darts out to wet them every so often.

he’s so pretty. in your hazy headspace you’re unaware of how hard you’re staring at him. it helps to ground you; watching him, feeling the warmth of him.

“can I help you with something?” he teases gently, looking down at you. your big, glassy eyes look up at him in wonderment, blinking back into reality when he breaks you from your trance.

“you’re pretty,” you say before you can stop yourself, but once the words are out you find that you aren’t sure if you even care.

“am I?” he asks, moving a hand to brush some hair from your face.

you nod, chewing at your lip.

“so are you.” he leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “you feeling better now, sweets?”

“mhm,” you agree. “that doesn’t mean you can stop cuddling me though. y’have to stay here,” you insist, pouting at him as if he was trying to plot his escape.

he chuckles at your lack of a filter, smiles warmly at the way you snuggle back into his chest.

“okay, sweetheart. don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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Eddie Munson x fem!reader [2.1k] Shotgunning with Eddie, shy reader, best friends who touch too much.

“Smoking’s bad for you, sweetheart.”

You set the boy with a stare, deadpan. Eddie grinned, dimples in cheeks as he shrugged, holding the lit joint between you both.

“You smoke like a chimney, Eddie, I don’t tell you off.”

You were cross legged on his bed, sheets still messy and rumpled from the morning. You were tired and sore, foggy behind the eyes from too many overtime shifts and nights spent in front of a computer screen, scrolling through college applications and student loan funding.

You’d asked your best friend for a few puffs, not even a baggie despite the amount you knew he had stashed underneath his bed. You just wanted to relax.

“That’s ‘cause you’re prettier than me,” Eddie replied, voice lilting, “I’m sparing you from early wrinkles.”

You frowned and he grinned wider, hand shifting above his head when you made a reach for the joint again.

“C’mon Eds, please,” you shuffled closer, eyes doe like and lips twisting into a pout. If you were whining, you tried to tell yourself you weren’t. “Just one hit, I just need to feel…”

You stopped, sighing heavy, a hand feeling out for the chain around the boy’s neck, twisting it between your fingers. You watched him swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat before he parted his lips, a little awed.

“I wanna feel good.”

“Good?” Eddie repeated, brows raised and his big, brown eyes were wet on you, watching carefully. “Princess when was the last time you slept?”

You dropped your head to his shoulder, mumbling softly about deadlines and too many night shifts, your boss and nagging parents. You pushed your face into Eddie’s neck, still grumbling but you smiled at the smell of him, familiar and entirely comforting.

Weed, smoke, pine and peppermint.

“You’ve never smoked before,” Eddie reminded you gently, voice softer and you knew he was giving in. His free hand was on your back, steadying you as you swayed into him, unbalanced on your knees. “You’re not gonna like it.”

“Can’t you do that thing?” You asked mournfully, lips grazing his neck by accident, too close to care anymore. You were so tired and Eddie was so warm. His long hair tickled your cheek, his hand pressing circles over your shirt. “Y’know the shot box, hot gun, whatever it is?”

Eddie pulled back a little, eyes dancing with the laughter he held in ‘cause he knew if he delighted in the way you got your words mixed up, you’d be embarrassed.

“You mean shotgun?” He said with a grin, a hand squeezing gently at your waist.

You nodded, cheeks warm.

“Alright princess,” Eddie sighed, “c’mere.”

The boy pushed himself back, leaning against his bed frame and he placed the joint between his lips, the roll up hanging lazy. His belt and the chains that hung from his jeans clinked prettily as he patted his knee and beckoned you.

You were like an excited puppy as you jumped at his words, body swaying as your knees dipped into the soft mattress, your hand catching Eddie’s as he helped you shuffle up the bed to meet him. It wasn’t unusual to be so close, but when he coaxed you into his lap, it was with your legs spread and your shorts riding up your thighs.

He patted at your bare knee soothingly, palms warm, rings cold and eyes studying you.

“Okay?” He asked, chin tucked to his chest to meet your gaze.

Warmth trickled through you and you suddenly felt more awake than you had in days. There was a buzz in the air, anticipation, excitement, and maybe Eddie felt it too, ‘cause he chuckled soft, a low vibration.

“What do I do?” You asked, fingers twisting together, brow knitted in the middle and you almost didn’t want to put your full weight on the boy, your knees holding yourself off of his thighs awkwardly, muscles burning.

His hands found your legs again, pushing you down onto him with a soft huff and the joint moved precariously from where it still hung from his lips as he spoke.

“First, you gotta relax for me, sweetheart, Christ,” Eddie laughed breathily, before he levelled you with another soft stare, eyes searching for something in your own. “Y’okay? Don’t have to, y’know.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, suddenly shy, worried you’d do something wrong but you let Eddie guide you to sit properly in his lap, his legs warms under yours and the ripped denim of his black jeans. “I still want to.”

“Jus’ relax, hmm?” He told you again and his voice dropped to a murmur, rough and warm. Eddie took the joint from his lips, held it away from you both as smoke trailed from the amber end and he tapped your chin with a large knuckle, silently asking for your attention.

You stared, hands antsy on your thighs, thumbs pulling at the edges of your shorts, breath coming a little too fast.

“I’m gonna take a hit, yeah?” Eddie explained to you, a hand coming to pull at one of your own, distracting you away from the frayed hem of your shorts. He kept it in his, placing them in between your bodies. “And then you’re gonna let a big breath out for me princess, and when I blow out, you’re gonna breathe it back in, ‘kay?”

You nodded, surprisingly nervous. Maybe it was the idea of the smoke, maybe the notion of being high for the first time. Maybe it was because Eddie was so close.

“Good girl,” he praised, and fuck, your stomach dipped at his words, your fingers tightening around his and you hated the way his gaze flicked to you, searching, knowing. “We can stop whenever you want.”

“I know, Eds,” you whispered but you didn’t say anything else, sitting pliant and pretty in his lap instead, waiting for your next instruction.

“Right sweetheart, c’mere for me,” another finger, beckoning you closer still and you held your breath as you leaned forward, into the boy, your hands flying to grab his forearms as he helped steady you. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

You were warm.

His fingers were at your chin again, holding you lightly, and then his thumb was tapping at the curve of your bottom lip.

“Open for me.”

You wanted to squirm with it all, a need building in the pit of your stomach that overtook the tiredness, the nerves, it left you feeling messy and a little out of control, desperately trying to stay still and wondering if your best friend could feel the heat that was radiating from you.

You parted your lips and Eddie smiled, brown eyes turning into a dark honey, molten on you.

He kept his hand there, ready to guide you, as he brought his other hand to his own mouth, the joint still burning between two fingers and he took a hit, cheeks hollowing around it.

Eddie stubbed the roach into the ashtray beside his bed and suddenly he was crowding you, back coming away from his pillows as he leaned in, nose brushing yours. He tapped your thigh, eyes on you, a smile on his closed lips as he trapped the smoke.

You remembered what he told you and exhaled softly, breath stuttering over his lips before he was tugging at your chin and bringing you into him.

The smoke passed from his mouth to yours, lips not touching, but barely a breath away. It wasn’t a kiss but it felt like it, the bridge of his nose pressed to yours, his hand guiding your face to tilt into his and the whole time, he kept your hand in his other one, fingers tangled tightly together as if you were both scared you’d float away.

You held the smoke you’d breathed in, a little gift from your best friend and your chest burned and your eyes watered. But you smiled when Eddie tsked, all soft on you as he dragged a gentle finger under your lash line, collecting the not getting fallen tears there.

You exhaled when he nudged your knee, his brows knitted in concern for you but you blew out, breath hitching and you coughed just a little. You did well enough to earn a grin from the boy and he smoothed two hands across your bare legs, a touch that was as dizzying as the high that was coming over you.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie chuckled and he tilted his head to the side, curls almost hiding his stare and he watched you carefully. “You okay? Was that alright?”

You nodded, languid, muscles growing warm and lazy. “Mhmm, thanks Ed’s.”

“S’okay sweet thing,” Eddie murmured, and neither of you made any move to separate. “As long as you tell me if you start to feel sick, yeah?” He took note of your worried expression but smiled reassuringly, more soft pats to your legs, your waist, a tuck of your hair behind your ear with large hands. “You’ll be okay, promise.”

“What do I do now?” You asked, blinking slow.

You were still closer than you need to be and your hands had found purchase on Eddie’s tummy, fingers pushed into the soft there, the lines of muscles under his cotton t-shirt and you found that he really didn’t seem to mind.

He poked a gentle finger to the apple of your cheek and you grinned when your face felt squishier than normal. You hummed, happy to be touched.

“You can do whatever you want, princess,” Eddie’s voice was honey, sticky sweet as he gazed at you, lips pulled into a smile that swore was prettier than normal.

“Am I high?” You suddenly asked, voice a conspiratorial whisper.

It earned you a chuckle, the boy’s body vibrating under yours as he laughed and he gave you a lazy shrug, not wanting to say anything that would panic you.

“Think you might be getting there, you feelin’ good?”

You nodded again, head heavy on your shoulders and you yawned, an embarrassingly soft sound from the back of your throat. Everything you did seemed to make Eddie grin and then his hands were on your waist, easing you off of him and you made a noise of protest, hands still gripping his shirt.

“Eddie,” you were whining and you should’ve been mortified but something was pulling you down into the mattress and everything was warm and Eddie smelling.

“Right you, Christ, woman” he admonished but his voice was heavy with affection. “M’jus gettin’ us comfy.”

“I already was comfy,” you grumbled but it didn’t have the same effect as you curled into him, nosing at the collar of his shirt until you moved enough of his wild curls out of your way.

You pressed yourself to the boy, completely unashamed in your sluggish state, eyes heavy and sleep pulling at you for the first time in days. An arm came round to cradle you, Eddie pulling you into him, his head resting on top of yours and he didn’t say anything when you slung a bare leg across his thigh.

“Wanna take a nap, sweetheart?”

If you’d been more awake, more sober, you would’ve heard the sarcasm lacing his words, ‘cause you were already sleep heavy on him, lips parted cutely as you squished one cheek to his chest.

“I should be making sure you’ve had enough water,” Eddie sighed, voice all faux huffy as you mumbled into his chest, nose still rubbing into the soft cotton that smelled so delightfully of him.

“Y’can take me for food when I wake up,” you bargained, eyes still closed so you couldn’t see the grin on the boy’s face. “You drive, I’ll pay.”

Eddie snorted. “How generous of you, seeing as you don’t have a licence.”

“Shut up, I’m sleeping,” you whispered and your words were slipping together, softness brimming at the corners, making everything slow and hazy.

Another laugh, huffed into the crown of your head.

“You’re gonna be here when I wake up, right?” You asked after a pause, fingers curling into Eddie’s shirt sleeve, finger and thumb sliding over the material, the same way you used to do as a kid.

“Yeah, sweetheart, ‘course,” Eddie promised, a little surprise colouring his voice. His cheeks were warm, a pretty flush settling over them but you couldn’t see, not from where you lay curled against him.

It was easy to laze with you, the day sinking into late evening outside and Eddie’s old curtains didn’t do much to hide the dying sun. It lit his bedroom up in a moody glow, the air hazy, leftover smoke still swirled at the ceiling and a lone beam of light filtered through the gap in the curtain, catching dust motes floating in the air.

Everything was pink toned, rosy and quiet.

You were warm beside him, soft and sweet smelling, small hands clutching him like you were scared he’d disappear.

“I’ll stay right here.”

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S-L-U-T 2 - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: CAN BE READ ALONE, but if you want there is a first part on my page.

Word Count: 5038

Warnings: this is just pure porn with very little plot. Good luck

(Thank you for the gif @gayshipsandanxiety )

Enjoy!

(Last warning. This is pure porn with very little plot. Turn back now)

Never in your life did you expect to be in a situation like the one you’re in today.

Tarzan Boy, a random pop song, playing on the stereo of the vans speakers as said van rocked quite a bit under the movement of the two people in the backseat.

It had started out as Eddie driving you home from school, which lead to the both of you arguing over the music choice, him wanting his classic rock and metal music and you begging for anything else. He had been mean, not mean enough to elicit an actual fight but just mean enough to lead to you lifting your tiny skirt to your hips and flash him your panties as he drove. You were going to to teach him a lesson today.

He had, no shocker here, swerved to park his car in the woods and followed you into the back of the van where you ended up straddling him with all your clothes still on. He was leaning against the wall, eyes wide as his hands gripped at your hips harshly, looking panicky and awed all in one go. His lips swollen and open wide in an “o” shape as you dug your clothed heat down onto his own clothed tent, enjoying the feeling that fizzed through you.

“Eds….” You mewl, another swipe of your hips that has him moaning loudly, feeling him tense under you. The van rocked, squeaking a bit as you kept riding him through both your clothes. “Ed’s…….”

“Oh fuck.” He growls, eyes cinching shut as his hips rise to grind against your own, his hands pushing you down to add pressure as the somg keeps playing.

His breath came out in heavy pants, and while one hand dug its fingers into your skin the other fisted in your dress as if the cloth was keeping him grounded. You made sure to lean down, your hot breath blowing on his ear as you moaned out a simple “uh huh…”

And he tenses more, thighs clenching as he tries to pull you close but you’re too quick, immediately lifting your hips from his that has him crying out and opening his eyes with a frantic “no!”

You had been playing with him for close to an hour now, had edged him more times than you can count, and he was beginning to fray. But you had yet to get what you needed from him.

“What do you say?” You pant out, leaning back as his hands tighten in an attempt to keep you close.

“C’mere.” He pants, teeth gritting together.

“What. Do. You. Say?” You try again, hand moving to his chest to keep him still.

“I’m sorry.” He whines out, bangs clinging to his forehead. “I’m so sorry baby. I’ll fix my attitude I swear it.”

“What a good boy.” You smile, leaning your hips down to his own, and just at the mere touch of your clothed heats together once more he groans out.

“Iswearit” he whines out as you beginning moving your hips back and forth again.

“You want it slow or fast baby?” You offer, watching him struggle beneath you. You already know his answer, he’ll say fast. That he wants all of you, every ounce of power you have.

“Use me.” He moans. “Gimme everything.”

So you do, smiling and biting your lower lip as you press your hips together, humping him in the back of his van like it was the only thing keeping you both tethered to this earth.

His moans and growls were constant now, one hand sliding up to paw at your breast in a skilled manner, pulling the flimsy material covering it off so he can pinch your nipple which makes you shudder above him.

“M’ close.” He snaps, canting his hips into yours as the van rocks some more.

“Me too.” You moan out, leaning forward the same time he does as your bodies press together and your arms wrap around eachother, letting your hood keep moving as your lips meet and clash.

He moans through the kiss, his tongue making its way into your mouth as you shudder and come undone above him, making him cum in his own pants soon after.

Even after your hips finish riding our your shared highs you stay meshed together, chest to chest as you make out in the back of his van.

When he pulls back to breath his hair is completely messed up and his jaw is red from your hands rubbing at it, lips swollen and red themselves.

“We switch music back and forth then?” He asks, hands rubbing circles on your back slowly.

“I mean…. If you want.” You blush, avoiding eye contact.

“Baby, you just made me cum in my jeans over it. You won.” He laughs, pulling your jaw to look at him once more. “Don’t get all shy and docile. Own that shit. Own me.”

“Yeah?” You laugh, playing with his hair. “Then when can I have you?”

His face shudders at the memory of his rule he made a month ago, when you had dragged him back to your room to show him what you wanted and he had declared it.

“I will not fuck you until you’re ready.” He had said, and you had laughed asking what he meant.

Eddie would not be fucking you in that final way until he was sure you were ready and comfortable to tell him what you wanted or needed. He claimed that he wanted you to learn your sexual life at your own pace. Which right now included a lot of dry humping, and that sucked for laundry but boy was he in heaven.

And just like you had the last time you both did this you brought up the rule and he felt lame and ready to fuck you.

But then he remembered that you hadn’t had him finger you since that original night, and there were plenty of other things in between that he wanted you to experience.

She’s rushing.

“It’ll be worth the wait when you’re ready.” He smiles.

“For me?”

“Oh no. For me baby. You’re gonna hate it.” He jokes which pulls a laugh from you that has his heart melting.

“Did you do the homework for English?” A voice blurts to your right, drawing your attention away from where you were searching through your locker for one of your books.

Your head whirls to find Wes from your class smiling at you, leaning against the lockers by your own and taking up too much space in general.

“You mean the homework we got last period?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and risking a glance over to the lockers across from your own where the boys of Hellfire (Eddie, Gareth, Jeff, and Paul) had been waiting for you to head to lunch.

The three boys pretend to be looking anywhere else, giving you privacy but you see all their fists clenched. Eddie however watches carefully from his spot, a soft smile on his lips as you make eye contact.

“Hello?” Wes snaps, actually snapping in your face which has you blinking.

“I’m sorry? What did you say?” You rush out, feeling a little guilty he had asked you a question and you hadn’t been listening.

“I asked if you wanted to get together to do the homework later.” He sighs, irritation laced on his features before his eyes cast down to where your cute dress showed off some cleavage. His eyebrows raise slightly and a red adorns his cheeks before he looks back up at you with excitement, irritation suddenly gone. “Say my place around 7?”

You risk a look down, wincing when you see that your nipples were now visible through the dress from your little staring contest with Eddie.

“Can’t tonight. I’m busy.”

“Oh? Doing what?” He laughs, moving a little closer and reaching a hand out to play with your hair. “I’m sure you can make time.”

“Ready to go?” Eddie interrupts , smiling softly at you as you close your locker and grab his arm to lead you away.

“Fucking slut.” Wes sneers and within a moment Eddie has him pinned. It’s a flash of leather and chains, whirling to follow his figure as he shoves the jock into the lockers.

“Watch your mouth. You hear me?”

“Fuck. Fine. I’m sorry!” Wes grunts as Eddie’s forearm shove into his throat. “I’m sorry man!”

“Not to me. To her.”

And just like that Wes whirls to you and repeats the words. You grab Eddie’s arm, pulling him softly.

“Come on baby.” You whisper.

“You two dating now?” Steve asks, shuffling closer with a wide eyed look. You hadn’t seen or spoken to him since last year and he looked entirely different, nicer now if that made sense.

“Yes.” You bite out.

“Easy. I was just asking. Came to make sure you were okay.” He smiles and holds up his hands as Eddie walks past, keeping his arm held at an angle you could hold onto.

When you both are a decent enough distance he shakes his head. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Say you’re dating me.” He mumbles and you panic.

“I’m sorry. I assumed and I- well all the ….. stuff and I just-“

“Hey hey. No don’t think that.” He rushes to stop you, hands on your jaw to pull you close. “I just meant even with all the mind blowing stuff we do I want you to have options. Don’t feel the need to be tied down to me, okay?”

“Will you be seeing other people?” You blurt.

“God no. I wouldn’t be able to get it up if I tried.” He smiles.

“Then I won’t either. I want to date you.” He smiles at your words, leaning to kiss you before the rest of the boys are there pushing you both into the lunchroom.

The bowling alley was a terrible make out spot as you’d come to learn, not because of the music or the smell, no. It was terrible because it was everyone else’s make out spot as well which frustrated you beyond belief.

Friday nights at Hawkins there was nothing much to do so a lot of the teens ended up driving to neighborhood towns to check out their own places. Shadyside bowling alley was one of them.

Shadyside had an extremely bad reputation, one that ended up being wrapped into some insane conspiracy of a witch cursing the land and that’s why tons of kids from this town ended up slaughtering one another.

You had been a little nervous when you found out the boys were all going and they were all begging you to come with them, well all but Jordon who still made snide comments about your attire to this day. Not in front of Eddie because he would pummel him and you never bothered to tell your boyfriend because you didn’t want him having to kick out the kid from their dnd game.

But nonetheless they convinced you which had led to you attempting to bowl as everyone around you drank and had fun. A couple hours in you decided that you had enough to drink and now you wanted nothing more than to kiss your boyfriend so you did. He enjoyed it, humming pleasantly as he deepened it before pulling back and giving you a knowing look.

“Hey guys. We’re gonna go smoke. Switch up teams for next round.” He mutters, pulling a cigarette from his pocket to place between his lips as his hand grasps yours and he leads you away. Gareth smiles and flicks your forehead as you pass, which makes you laugh until Jordon glares harshly and you trip over yourself a bit.

Then the issue of finding a nice spot became apparent, because every corner was taken by couples that seemed to have the same idea you two had.

“Fuck.” He grunts, kissing your cheek. “There’s the van?”

“It’s cold out.” You shake your head, watching him nod in agreement. Warming up the van for a quick make out session would take far too long and wouldn’t be worth it.

So he chooses to kiss you lightly with his hands rubbing your back softly. “Okay. Let’s go back. We can catch another game-“

But then you’re tugging his jacket and he grunts out as you lead him into a stuffy closet that smells like mold and has terrible lighting.

“Is making out really worth the black lung we can get in here?” He laughs, only to get cut off when you pull him in for a deep kiss, moaning into it a little.

Then he realizes what this is, excitement filling him a bit as he pulls you closer. “There’s not enough room in here baby.”

Even as he says it you bump into a mop while trying to move closer. “Jesus. This place sucks.”

“Hey now. Mop closets can be fun.” He coos, rubbing your hips before helping you turn around. “Hands on the door princess.”

Without any hesitation you do as he says which makes him smile, still rubbing at your hips slowly while you use to door to keep yourself upright. Slowly, so slowly, he moves his hands down until he can start shuffling your skirt up a bit.

“Is this okay?” He whispers in your ear, waiting a moment before he keeps doing it for your confirmation. When you nod he shakes his head. “You know the rules.”

“Yes.” You snap, pulling your head back to look at him. He smiles, even with the attitude and keeps working your skirt up.

“I just want your consent princess. Is that so hard?” He huffs.

“If I said no would you stop?” It’s meant to be an off handed jab, he knows this, but the second the words fall from your lips he freezes, not moving a single inch as a quiet rage fills him.

“I’m sorry?” He snaps.

“It’s just….. well wouldn’t you be like… upset?” You ask, gazing behind you for eye contact.

“Did you say no to Harrington or Kelleck?” He snaps, his voice closer to a whisper but still powerful. “Princess if you-“

“I didn’t. Eds I didn’t say no. It was all consensual.” You rush out, trying to move to face him but he keeps his firm hold on you.

“Did they give you enough time to say no?”

“Steve did.” You nod.

“Not Kelleck?!”

“Baby please.” You huff, leaning up to kiss him quickly. “I want you. I don’t wanna talk about that right now.”

“But-“ before he can argue you are grinding back into him which makes him curse out sharply. “We’re talking about this later.”

“Mkay.” You huff, letting him nip at your ear before his hands begin sliding again. They move your skirt up past your hips and you with the waistband of your panties before sliding in.

“This okay?” He asks, fingers moving closer and closer.

“Yep.” Your answer is short and clipped, mostly because you were already focusing on that burning feeling in your lower gut as his fingers slip to begin rubbing through your folds.

Out of basic reaction your thighs try pushing together but his own leg is there slamming between yours to slot them open and give him better access, a loud moan passing your lips as you bend forward a bit so your forehead is pressed to the door.

He slides the pads of his fingers long your folds, leaning to his back was pressed to yours as his left hand comes up to your hip.

“Look at you.” He huffs. “Such a pretty fucking princess for me right now.”

“Eds!” You whine, hips wiggling. Without warning he slots two fingers inside you, making you inhale sharply and shut your eyes as he curls them.

“Are you my pretty princess?” He coos, kissing behind your ear.

“Yes!” You moan back, feeling his hands begin pressing in and out of you at a rapid pace, the metal chain bracelet he always wears pressing on your clit with every movement.

“This is my favorite skirt of yours.” He admits, the hand on your hip punching the fabric. “Your pretty in pink skirt.”

You can’t even find the words to respond and his thumb flicks you expertly , the tight coiling fleeing making you want to close your legs but his own leg keeps them shoved apart still.

“I knew I wanted you then. You know that?” He laughs. “The night you called me? Second I got off the phone and I fucked my fist with the image of you in my jacket.”

“Baby.” You try to catch your breath, but everything is a haze of pleasure. Your arms and legs are shaking.

“My sweet girl.” He mumbles into your neck, adding two more fingers and sending you right over the edge. One of your hands comes to grip his hair as the other scratches at the door as you cry out shaking wildly while cumming on his fingers. “Perfect. As usual.”

You try not to roll your eyes as he brings his fingers up to suck on them, but that feeling in your lower stomach coils again at the image.

“Fuck me….. please.” You whine and he laughs before shaking his head.

“Not in this place. Not even close.” He turns you around and works on fixing you up, setting your panties right and sliding your skirt down before licking his thumbs to swipe your makeup and clean it.

In a last ditch attempt you slide your hand across his abdomen. “I wore the jacket you know….”

“Hmm?”

“On the date with Steve? Wore it the whole time. Even when he fucked me.” Eddie’s eyes widen at that, pressing into you a bit as he blinks.

“Y-yeah?”

“And when we were fucking, I just couldn’t get into it. So I closed my eyes and inhaled your scent…..” you grasp his hand, sliding it up your body before landing it on your boob. He immediately squeezes. “And I imagined you touched me like this as you fucked me.”

“M-me? You imagined me?” He blinks, flushing a bit.

“Uh huh.” You pant, letting him squeeze at your breast.

“Fuck.” He grunts, leaning forward to kiss you before there is knocking on the door that makes you both jump.

“I need a mop fuckers.” Someone grunts and you smile, watching Eddie sigh out before shimmying his leather jacket off and helping you slide it on.

When you enter the lighter side of the door you have to blink to readjust as a blonde kid on the other side smiles at you both.

“Hey Simon.” Eddie grunts with surprise, and you note the nail polish on the kids hands.

“Hey Eddie. Eddie’s girl.” The kid smiles from ear to ear. “You christen my place up nice?”

“Perv.” Eddie mumbles, pulling you to his side as he leads you away.

“How do you know him?” You ask, playing with the chain bracelet as you walk.

“He has a friend named Kate. We both sell for Rick,”

“Sell? Like….?”

“Sell baby. Drugs.”

“Really?” You gape up at him. How did you not know this? “So do you…. Get high?”

“Yep. Why? You want to?” There is a gleam in his eye as you get closer to the group.

“No. Of course not.”’you huff, moving to hug Jeff the second he opens his arms for you.

“Oh. My. God.” You mumble, fingers digging into the carpet of his trailer as you lean against the couch, trying to relax a bit. Your eyes are closed, but the room is still spinning into a galaxy.

After a couple moments, you riding out the spins, you feel a tap on your thigh pulling your attention to Eddie. He sits beside you, head leaning against the couch as well, watching you carefully.

“You okay princess?” He mumbles and you can do nothing but nod.

His hand stays on your thigh, thumb rubbing soft circles and you can feel everything, your body rooting you back to this planet and keeping you there. “Keep your hands on me.”

It’s an order, one that makes him smile as you close your eyes. “Don’t let go Eds.”

“Never. Keeping you with me forever.” He grunts, squeezing a bit before you both close your eyes and ride the high a bit. Your head rolls to his shoulder, pressing your lips to his arm as you begin to trace patterns on his skin with your tongue.

“What are you doing?”

“I like you without a shirt.” You giggle, not opening your eyes but still able to picture him in his boxers all the same. “I want to see you naked.”

You hear him inhale sharply, hand squeezing your thigh harshly before easing up a bit. “You can’t say stuff like that without warning.”

“Why?” You whine.

“Cause I nearly fucking came right there.” He growls, pulling your attention to him and making you open your eyes before he is kissing you.

You don’t know how long you kiss for, could he seconds or hours, all you know was that everything felt so fucking good.

“Fuck me.” You plead. “Please.”

“Room. Now.” He orders, both of you helping each other there and landing on the bed quickly. You plan on him landing on top of you, only to be surprised when he remains kneeling above you and moving to ship your panties off.

“I’m not fucking you like this.” He grunts.

“Please-“

“No.” He snaps, fingers already sliding against you. You sit up, eyes narrowing at the tent in his boxers before you huff and slam your legs shut, pushing his fingers away.

“What’s wrong?” He mumbles, blinking slowly, too high to tell if you’re hurt or angry. “I’m sorry-“

Before he can back away from the bed your snatching the waistband of his boxers. “Off.”

“No.” He laughs.

“Fine. Then my panties go back on.” He stares yiu down before rolling his eyes and standing to shuck the boxers off. Holy. Fucking. Gods.

He was big. Wayyyy too big. You wouldn’t be able to fit that, he would break your cervix open and-

A hand covers your mouth, looking up to see Eddie breathing ragged. “Give me a fucking chance here doll. I’m about to cum.”

You hadn’t even realized you had been saying it all out loud. He lets go of your mouth, moving up the bed until you are both laying on his pillows against the headboard.

“Touch yourself and I’ll touch myself.” He offers, and how can you fucking refuse?

Within moments you're rubbing yourself, watching closely as his eyes train to your center, his own hand sliding down slowly as his thumb begins rubbing at his length. “Show me how you do it at home.”

“Eddie.” You whine, rubbing faster. One finger slips in and then another, and you try to keep it up but you’re just a little too high to keep anything going. So you let out a frustrated grunt, stopping and watching him instead.

His eyebrows are pinched together as he aggressively pumps his fist across himself. “Don’t stop.” He begs.

“I can’t.” You whine back. “Not enough.”

Just like that he stops, huffing with irritation before he nods and gets up. “I’ll be right back.”

You wait patiently, and watch when he comes back with….. “no.”

“Why not?”

“That’s a tooth brush.” You scoff, watching his face light up with joy when he turns it on.

“No.”

“It’s mine, not Wayne’s.” He huffs moving across the bed to get closer.

“It’s gonna…..” you bite your lip, watching as he kneels before you, moving both your legs over his thighs until you were splayed out for him.

“You trust me?”

“Yes.” You admit. Watching a smile crack out on his face before he plunges the vibrating toothbrush into you and turns it on, keeping his thumb right on your clit so the vibrations move throughout.

A moan slips from your lips, watching as he spits in his hand before beginning to pump himself again, eyes wild at the scene before him.

Everytime he pumps his fist he shoves the toothbrush back into you, starting a rhythm that has you moaning loudly.

“You’re gonna be so tight when i fuck you.” He grunts. “Arent ya?”

“You’re so big.” You coo, the high from the drug’s heightening your pleasure as you arch off his bed. “There she is. There’s my good girl.” He smiles. “You gonna be this good when I’m ramming into you?”

“I will.” You nod. “I’ll be so good.”

“Swear it?”

“I swear it. I swear it dungeon master.” You nod, watching in real time as his eyes widen at the name and white spurts explode from his length all over your thighs and center.

“FUCK!” He yelps, eyes slamming shut as his high racks through him. “FUCK SHIT FUCK!”

“You’re so hot.” You whine, leaning up to continue pumping and milking him. “You’re such a good-“

He pushes you back quickly,‘throwing the toothbrush across the room so hardly you hear it slam and shut off at the impact while he readjusts himself so his face was shoved between your thighs.

Next thing you know he is lapping at your cunt.

“OH MY GOD!” You gasp, immediately grinding up into his face, shuddering as his nose pressed to your clit.

He stays down there, devouring you like a madman and finally your high comes. Paired with the weed you feel like your spinning, thighs clamped around his head as you spiral before it ends and you try to back away. But his own hands snatch you to stop you as he keeps going.

“Baby?” You ask, overstimulated and whiny.

He looks up at you, face gleaming with yours and his juices as he growls. “Mine.”

“Uh huh.”

And just like that he goes back to it.

He doesn’t let up until you finish 4 more times, a sobbing shaking mess that he gets to cuddle.

You suck him off in a double feature of some weird Star Wars movies, sitting in the back row.

You had grown bored of the shit film quickly and took to kissing around his face, over and over over as he closed his eyes and moaned out in the nearly empty theater. Not that anyone could hear him anyways.

His hand slides across your thighs and to your center before you slap it away. “Watch your movies perv.”

He huffs a laugh, pulling his hand back to keep watching the film before your hands undo his belt.

“Woah.” He huffs, gulping down. “You sure?”

“Want it so bad.” You giggle, immediately leaning over to take him in your mouth once he is freed. He hisses through his teeth, hand immediately flying to your hair and you suck on the tip, licking in circles before sliding your tongue along the slit at the top which makes him hiss and thrust up.

“Baby-“ you whine and he whispers an apology before you take as much as you can in your mouth, gagging a bit as you blow out your cheeks.

As the background music and shooting of those weird blaster guns fills the theater he begins thrusting up, using your hair to pull you up for down with his thrusts and your eyes water in a good way.

He grunts out when he feels your hot tears fall onto the exposed skin of his pelvis, pulling you off so he can look at your tear stained face.

A wave of panic consumes him thinking he hurt you before your sliding to the ground on your knees, taking him into your mouth again, allowing him to begin thrusting once more as he cums in your mouth while Luke fights Vader.

(This next part might not be for everyone but sometimes sharing is caring so )

You ask so blow Jeff at the Dnd meeting 3 weeks later. You had been straddling Eddie in his seat, playing with his hair when Jeff came in early, eyes wide as he said hello.

He was always so respectful, even when he pitched a tent.

So you turned back to Eddie, leaning in to whisper “can I take care of him?”

“Only if you want to and he wants to.” Eddie smiles. “You know I won’t be mad baby.”

And so you smile, sliding off his lap and moving closer to a Jeff who stares at you with wide eyes.

“Can I help?”

“Shit- I’m sorry. I’ll go.” He rushes out, thinking it’s a trap until you stop him.

“I can help,” you smile. “Help me learn how to please Eddie bit more too.”

And just like that your friend is nodding, watching as you readjust his chair so you can slide down and undo his pants.

“I’m sorry eddie.” Jeff whines when you free him.

“Don’t be sorry.” He laughs. “You want me to leave for a little?”

Jeff doesn’t answer, so you turn to nod at him to help relax the boy. eddie winks, leaning to kiss your forehead and drape his jacket around your shoulders before getting up and shuffling off.

“You really don’t have to princess.” Jeff breathes out. “Really this was enough in its own.”

“You don’t want me to?” You coo, tracing your finger along his hip bone. “I wanna be Eddie’s slut.”

“Oh fucking Christ.” He moans, head falling back as you take him in your mouth.

That night eddie eats your out like his life depends on it, fingering you and lapping at your folds as you moan and squirm beneath him. “I want you so bad. Please!”

And he gives him finally, smiling from ear to ear and he crawls up your body and leans to his nightstand to grab a - shit. Where were the condoms.

“Baby.” He moans. “We might have a problem.”

“What?”

“I don’t have condoms…..” you glare for a moment before you both start laughing loudly at your luck, moving to hug eachother.

“I can suck you off and then we can watch a movie.” You offer, kissing along his jaw. “We can get some condoms tomorrow.”

“I’m in.”

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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babygirl / eddie munson (when we were high pt. 2)

rated: m (18+, minors DNI)

one shot

cw: fem!reader, marijuana use, cursing, teasing, oral (m and f receiving), sex, squirting, pet names, cute end :)

ever since that day, you haven’t stopped thinking about eddie and what he could do. you wanted to know more, and he did too.

“i can’t believe they want an eleven year old to join hellfire. your brother is making a mockery of us, as if it’s just some silly little babysitting group and not one of the most prestigious d&d clubs in all of hawkins,” eddie complains, sitting opposite of you on his bed.

you chuckle, taking the blunt from him and inhaling. “pretty sure you’re the only d&d club in hawkins,” you point out with raised eyebrows.

eddie rolls his eyes and scoffs before taking the blunt back from you. “point being, you’re easily becoming my favorite henderson,” he says.

“awe, eds you make my heart flutter,” you tease causing him to flip you off. you take a moment to admire his hand, thinking back to about two weeks ago when that finger was making you cum in the exact spot where he was sitting.

“do you want to stay my favorite henderson or am i abandoning you both?” he asks causing you to gasp in mock offense.

you place a hand to your heart as eddie smiles at your theatrics. he was rubbing off on you. “you would abandon me? and just when i thought i could trust you,” you say and wipe away a fake tear.

eddie’s smile widens before he holds out his arms. “shut up and c’mere,” he says and you smile before moving towards him. you crawl up and place yourself on the tops of his thighs as he places one hand on your thigh and the other puts the blunt to your lips. “you’re so obedient, doing exactly what i tell you to, you know? just like when i had you squirting all over my fingers,” eddie says.

your eyes widen and you suck in too much on the inhale, causing you to start choking. eddie laughs as he rubs your back, you coughing painfully into your hand. “asshole,” you grumble before coughing some more.

eddie continues rubbing your back soothingly until you finally look back up to him. “i’m just messing with you,” he says in amusement.

“you’re so funny,” you reply with a dead serious scowl.

“mm, i know,” he says, exhaling some smoke and holding the blunt back up to you. this time, he waits until you’ve fully exhaled to talk. “can i tell you something?” eddie asks.

you furrow your eyebrows but nod anyway. “eddie, i’ve bluntly asked you to finger me. i think we’re at the point where we can say anything,” you say, gesturing around the both of you with your hands.

“fair point,” eddie laughs, bending his knees up which causes you to slide onto his lap and now be on top of his crotch area. “ever since that happened, actually, i’ve been thinking…” he starts.

you smirk at him. “i knew i could smell smoke,” you joke.

he gives you a playful glare and pokes you in the side. “shut up. do you wanna hear what i’ve been thinking?” he asks as he puts the blunt back to your lips. you nod before blowing the smoke out. “i’ve been thinking that… i want to make you squirt again. now let me elaborate before you get all weird! you told me that i make you horny. so it’s only fair i admit that you have the same effect. awe, look at you getting all blushy,” he interrupts himself.

you slap him on the shoulder which causes him to laugh. he takes another hit before continuing. “basically what i’m trying to do is ask you if you want to fuck,” he shrugs.

you look at him in a bit of disbelief for a second before blinking. “yeah, today?” you ask.

eddie puts the blunt back up to your mouth and watches as your lips wrap around it. “i was thinking after we finish this blunt,” he says as you pull away from it. “on one condition,” he says with a raised finger.

“what’s your condition?” you ask, amused by his words.

eddie looks at you seriously, so you know you need to not take this as a joke. “promise this won’t push us apart,” he says.

“how could this push us apart?” you ask, cocking your head to the side.

eddie looks away from you and bites his lip, suddenly just a scared ball of nerves. “i don’t know. i guess i just worry because… never mind just- just promise,” he says, not wanting to voice his seemingly pathetic insecurities to you.

you frown, knowing you were definitely going to bother him about that later. “i promise,” you say. eddie nods, taking another drag and the both of you sit in comfortable silence for a minute.

“so do you always get horny when you’re high?” he asks after some time.

you duck your head shyly as you had just felt your panties dampen. “most of the time, yeah,” you say, messing with your fingers.

“damn, so all this time i could’ve been fucking you stupid and making you squirt out of that pretty little pussy and all over my bed?” eddie questions, as he sets down the blunt that was now done for. he places his hands on your hips, sensually rubbing them as he looked into your eyes.

you bite your lip, refusing to look at him as his words go straight to your core. “you like that i made a mess?” you whisper in an unsure manner.

eddie’s finger is placed under your chin and guides you up to look at his face. “i love that you made a mess, it’s insanely hot. and knowing that every night i get to sleep exactly where you squirted because of me gets me hard in seconds,” he says, analyzing your reaction. “look who’s being so shy when last time you were begging me to finger you,” he taunts with a cocky smile.

“high hasn’t fully set in,” you point out.

eddie hums at that. “maybe we just start slow then, wanna make out? or is that crossing a line?” eddie asks.

you shake your head no, “not crossing a line.” eddie tucks a piece of your hair back and then gently pulls you in. you let out a small moan as your lips meet; they were so much softer than you expected. eddie’s thumb strokes your cheek as you reach your arms to grab the back of his neck.

he slides his lip out to lick your bottom lip, and you comply with giving him access. you breathe him in, savoring the taste of marijuana and mint from his tongue as he slides it against yours. never did you think you’d be making out with one of your best friends. and never did you think it’d be this good.

eddie’s hands then moved to your sides, gliding to your back and beginning to slide down to your ass. he stopped before he reached it, pulling away slightly. “that okay?” he asks as he slowly moved his hands down, watching your face carefully.

“you don’t have to ask to touch my ass, eddie,” you laughed. he rolled his eyes and then gripped your ass in his hands making you squeal at the bit of pain.

he smirked before reattaching your lips and pulling you as close as possible. you moved your hands down, grabbing the hem of his black t-shirt and sliding it up his torso as you guided your hands across his smooth skin. eddie pulled from you so that you could finish taking off his shirt before his lips hungrily found yours again.

your hips dropped down to meet his, a grunt leaving his lips. your hands explored his chest as you began slow rolls of your hips over his hardening cock. “fuck, y/n,” he grumbled, pulling away to watch you grind against him. he quickly reached for your shirt, throwing it somewhere in his room and then going for your shorts. you pushed yourself off him in order to remove your shorts quickly and crawling back on the bed. “what are you doing?” he asked as you sat between his legs.

you smiled sweetly at him before undoing his belt. he watched you closely as you unbuttoned his jeans and lifted his hips when you hooked your fingers into his underwear. you yanked them down, sitting back as you fully removed them from his legs. you took a moment to admire his hard cock, tip glistening with the slightest bit of precum. his cock twitched under your gaze as you crawled up to him.

eddie’s eyes stayed trained on you as you wrapped your fingers around his base and began jerking him slowly. “oh shit, babygirl,” he moaned and you froze for a moment at the nickname as a rush of your arousal seeped onto the fabric of your panties. “you like that?” eddie asked with a raised brow. you silenced him by leaning down to take his tip in your mouth. he shuddered, one hand flying to tangle into your hair.

you pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his dick and slowly slid down as far as you could. eddie tried resisting bucking into your mouth as you started at a torturously slow pace. your hand was twisting and jerking the part your mouth couldn’t reach as you bobbed your head up and down. you looked up to make eye contact with eddie, him hissing as he bucked into your warm mouth. “yes pretty girl, fuck. wanna take care of me huh? make me cum in your sweet mouth, babygirl?” he taunted, his other hand reaching to grab another fist full of your hair.

you moaned around his cock, his words turning you on. the high was starting to kick in and eddie knew. you look at him lazily as you hollow your cheeks. eddie grunts and begins using his grip to slide you up and down his cock. “gonna cum, babygirl, holy fuck- your mouth is so good, shit,” he moaned as his eyes screwed shut.

his hips lifted off the bed as he shot streams of cum down your throat. when you finally pulled off of him, he was catching his breath. you moved up to sit beside him and his eyes caught yours. “bra and panties off, now,” he demanded. you complied, unsnapping your bra to let it fall off your shoulders. you quickly threw it and your underwear off the bed, and by that time eddie was nestling himself between your legs. “didn’t think you were the only one giving good head, did you?” he teases, running his thumb up your slit. you twitch as his thumb brushes the sensitive bud and he smiles.

eddie’s head dives down, immediately placing kisses over your already very wet pussy. you let out a mixture of a moan and a yelp causing eddie to chuckle into your mound. eddie begins sucking and licking around your clit as his hand travels down. without warning he sinks two fingers inside of you and begins pumping them. “m’want you to squirt on my face,” he mumbles into your pussy before suckling your clit.

your hips jump at both his words and his attention to your clit. you close your eyes, letting the weed make you feel the sweet buildup. eddie begins curling his fingers, brushing against that sensitive spot inside of you. you roll your hips up into his mouth as you begin to pant. “fuck me, eddie, please,” you whine.

“mm-mm, not until you cum like this,” eddie says and then shakes his head with his tongue on your clit. you gasp, head falling back as eddie works his fingers on you. his sucking of your clit causes your legs to shake as your high nears.

you were so desperate for eddie to just fuck you, and thoughts of it made your pussy clench. “shit, i’m gonna cum,” you whine. this makes eddie move faster and before you know it, your whining as a stream of squirt splashes eddie’s chest and chin as he begins lapping up what didn’t soak his sheets.

“you’re gonna make me cum so fast when i fuck you,” eddie huffs as he rubs your clit through your orgasm. when you squirm uncomfortably he gets up. you watch him carefully as you lay in a puddle of your own juices as he grabs a condom and slides it on. he situates himself between your legs before tenderly kissing you once more. you reach your hand down, the boldness over taking you, and grab his cock. he grunts into your mouth as you squeeze it.

he lets you guide his cock through your folds and then press it to your entrance. “you’re sure?” eddie asks one last time.

“eddie, just fuck me,” you breathe. that’s all it takes for eddie to start sinking his cock into you. the both of you let out quiet moans until eddie is fully inside of you. “stretch me so good,” you whisper, tucking some hair behind his ear. he leans down to connect your lips once again and begins slow thrusts. your hands roam his back as he slides in and out of you perfectly, his kiss making your head spin.

once he knows you’re comfortable, he picks up speed. he groans into your lips before pulling away. “you feel so good wrapped around my dick,” he mumbles, his hips hitting yours with his thrusts.

“yes, eddie, fuck,” you moan, nails digging in to his back. eddie grunts as you clench around him.

“you gonna cum on my dick, babygirl? yeah? fuck, you been so desperate for this? wanting your best friend to fuck you hard?” eddie moans, watching in a mesmerized state as your face contorts in pleasure. his words were driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.

eddie felt his own high coming, but he wanted you to cum first. he brought one of his hands down between you to apply pressure to your clit. your back arches, a gasp leaving your lips as you slam your hips to meet his. “eddie, i'm close,” you whine as the knot in your core tightens further.

eddie smiles and starts rubbing his thumb over your clit. “cum for me, squirt on my dick, baby,” eddie says, coaxing you closer to your orgasm. you dig your nails in and scratch down his back as your legs begin to quiver. “cum,” eddie demands in a rough voice.

“fuck,” you moan as your orgasm rips through you. eddie’s head falls back at the feeling of you squirting and clenching around him. he fucks you through it, his breathing beginning to stagger until he’s cumming too.

“y/n,” eddie moans as he sloppily thrusts into you, his seed filling the condom. he falls on you as he catches his breath and you bring your hand up to stroke the back of his head.

you close your eyes as eddie pulls out, the feeling of you sitting in your own puddle of squirt making you feel slightly gross. eddie pushes himself slowly to stand, throwing the condom away before looking at you. you whine as you know what’s coming, you were gonna have to get up. “i’m not even asking you to stand, come here,” eddie chuckles before maneuvering you to pick you up. “i fuck you good?” he asks with a smirk, eyeing your still trembling legs.

you roll your eyes as he sits you in his desk chair. “shut up, you cocky fuck,” you mutter, wrapping your arms around yourself as you feel weak.

eddie looks at you as he removes his sheets and frowns. “you okay?” he asks as he takes in your sad looking expression. please, don’t have regret for this…

you look up to him and bite your lip. “i feel gross… we are gonna cuddle… right?” you ask.

eddie feels stupid, he didn’t even clean you off this time. “hold on, baby, i’ll get you cleaned up and some comfy clothes. and yes, of course we’re gonna cuddle, just let me throw down some blankets okay?” he informs you. a chill runs through you as he calls you baby. you nod, letting your head fall to the side as you felt exhaustion set in your body. eddie throws on a pair of pajama pants before leaving his room. “c’mere pretty girl,” he mutters and places a hand on your knee, other holding a warm rag. you spread your shaky legs so he can wipe you off, him carefully caressing you with it.

eddie brings you a pair of his boxers and a big t-shirt, helping you into it. he was being so soft with you and you couldn’t lie that it mixed with the pet names was making you melt. “ready for a nap, baby?” he asks, holding you up and against him by your waist.

you give him a tired smile. “mhm, wanna hold you eds,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his neck.

eddie smiles at how adorable you are and leans down to press a soft and sweet kiss to your lips. “hold on,” he says softly before picking you up. you nuzzle into him as he walks before placing you slowly on the bed. he gets in next to you, pulling the blanket up and over you two as he feels your arms wrap around his torso. you end up basically half laying on top of him as he chuckles. “so, are we doing this again or?” he asks jokingly.

you cuddle into his chest as your eyes close. “absolutely,” you mutter causing eddie’s heart to skip. he didn’t expect you to say yes. he places a kiss on your head, and once again you both fall asleep, thinking happily about one another. maybe, just maybe, you weren't meant to be 'just friends.'

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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 5)

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: after the fight with eddie, you turn to steve for some comfort

Warnings: SMUT 18+ (handjob, fingering, oral [f], hint of squirting, minors dni), angsty but not horrible, romancey things, steve being the best gentleman, cursing

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: part five of the series is here! thank you to everyone for the continued support! reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava

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“And they all lived happily ever after,” you read, closing the book and peeking over at your son, eyes half lidded with a soft smile resting on his lips. You kiss his forehead and bring his blanket over his arms, tucking it just below his chin. You place the book back on his bookshelf and make your way to the hallway, closing his bedroom door gently. Letting out a sigh, you make your way down the stairs, your sweatpants and t-shirt making the journey feel all the more comfy.

“Okay, he’s finally down,” you announce, plopping down on the couch next to Steve. He hands you a beer and you thank him, twisting open the top and bringing the bottle to your lips. Every week you’d set one day aside to just hang out and catch up, it was a pact that dated back into your high school years. The fact that most of the time the two of you ended up drinking was another part you two kept going.

“Has he said anything about the fight you had with Munson?” Steve questions, shoveling a fist full of popcorn in his mouth. You shake your head.

It’s been two weeks since you smacked Eddie, refusing to talk with him after his childish behavior and revealing how you’ve really been feeling. You wanted so badly to make things work for your family, and have everyone be nice with one another, but it was clear Eddie did not want those things. So Steve had been in charge of child swap with Christopher. Every time Eddie was over, Steve mentioned he wanted to speak with you, but you weren’t ready. You needed time to get your emotions under control before sitting down and talking with him about how everything has been within the past few months, but mostly within the recent weeks.

“No, still nothing. Maybe it’s nothing and he didn’t hear anything…” you say half-heartedly, not even believing yourself. Steve gives you a knowing look.

“Munson said he saw him peek his head out. From how he talked about it…he definitely saw or heard something,” Steve tells you. A frown makes its way onto your lips for a moment, before shoveling your own mouth full of popcorn. The one thing you wanted was for Christopher’s feelings to be taken into the situation and have things feel neutral, but now you’re afraid that could be all out the window.

“Looks like the therapy idea I was going to talk to Eddie about really should happen,” you mutter out, taking a swig of your beer. Steve quirks a brow.

“You really think that’ll help? I mean, I don’t think Munson’s the type to do that kind of thing,” he says.

“I mean I wouldn’t think so either, but if it’s for the sake of his child, I feel like he’d get on board. He doesn’t want Chris to suffer either, even if his recent actions say otherwise. Maybe then I could find out his motives for leaving.”

Steve gives you a sympathetic smile before resting his hand on your lap. You put your hand on his and finish off your beer, setting it on a coaster on the coffee table and looking at him in the eyes. Insecurities began to swarm inside your head as the alcohol catches up to you, Eddie stuck on your mind. You felt that familiar pinching feeling behind your eyes act up, feeling stupid for even gets so worked up over the man who clearly didn’t care about your feelings. Not like he used to.

“I just-was I that awful to be with? I-Is there something wrong with me?” You question, tears beginning to slip down your cheeks.

“Hey no, not at all. C’mere,” Steve’s quick to set his own beer down and pull you close. His strong arms wrap around yours, his chest warm as you snuggle in and take in the smell of his Old Spice and small amounts of hairspray. You sniffle a little as he rubs your back, his soft coos and whispers of encouragement helping you calm down. “There is nothing wrong with you, Y/N. Nothing at all.”

“You’re just saying that-“

“I can most certainly tell you that I’m not,” he tells you, pulling away. “As your best friend, I am legally required to tell you the truth at all times, even if it hurts your feelings. But this is not that, okay? There’s nothing wrong with you. If anything, Munson’s the one who has a screw loose. I mean, how could he let go of someone like you.”

You give him a mild expression for a moment before shaking your head, taking the empty bottles and going into the kitchen to clean them up. You also used it as an excuse to hide the heat rising to your cheeks from his last comment. You were curious to know what he meant by that, but you didn’t want to pry.

Throwing the bottles away, you turn and run right into Steve’s chest, not hearing his footsteps behind you as he followed you closely. A giggle tumbles out of your lips and he matches your energy, holding you close and rubbing your back once more. It was safe to say the cheering up worked.

“Thank you for being here for me Steve, and telling me what I needed to hear. Chris and I really appreciate you,” you tell him, grabbing his arm and resting it there. You watch his eyes go to your hand before meeting your gaze.

“Yeah I’m sure Chris really enjoys it,” he tells you, leaning a little closer, his voice having dropped an octave. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he got closer, making chills run up your back.

“You know, Eddie wasn’t entirely wrong at little man’s party,” Steve confesses, causing you to quirk a brow. He chuckles a little, his warm breath meeting the exposed skin of your neck with how close he still was.

“And how is that exactly, Stevie?” You giggle out.

“I’m not trying to make a move on his family and replace him by any means, but...I would be lying if I said I haven’t been seeing you in a more-than-a-friend kind of way,” he reveals. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks again, unable to run and hide your flustered appearance. You notice a tint of pink coat Steve’s cheeks, which makes you feel better about your own situation.

“I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been thinking about you in that way either,” you admit, looking into his eyes with an innocent smirk. Steve dips his head down just enough to close the small gap the two of you had left, pressing his lips onto yours and wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling your body flush with his.

You wrap your arms around his neck and tangle your hands in his hair, tugging at the strands that rested on the back of his neck. His hands travel down to your ass, giving it a nice squeeze before you jump up into his arms and wrap your legs around his slim waist. He’s quick to move you onto the counter, your lips feverishly dancing with one another in a fight for dominance. Steve’s tongue swipes along your bottom lip, causing you to open up and let his tongue inside.

Your hands travel to his chest as your tongues massage one another, giving in and letting Steve win the battle for control. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he breaks away for a moment, ripping the fabric from his body and tossing it on the floor of the kitchen. You take in his hairy, but toned chest, running your hands up and down his pecs.

“Forgot how hairy you were,” you tease.

“Takes you back to spring break of ’86, huh?” He asks, a smirk resting on his lips. You chuckle and pull his face back to yours, your lips resuming their previous activities. His hands travel up your body, resting on your breasts, eliciting a moan from deep in your throat.

Reaching at the hem of your own shirt, Steve’s hands join you as you remove the soft cotton from your body, throwing it to join his on the floor. You watch his eyes trail down your chest, taking it in your figure.

“Fuck,” he mutters, taking his bottom lip between his front teeth, hands snaking up to massage your barely covered breasts. You direct your hands to his belt, undoing the buckle and tugging the denim down below the curve of his ass. There was a significant bulge in his boxers, the thick outline of his hardening cock staring at you.

Your tongue subconsciously swipes along your bottom lip, your eyes raking over the covered muscle. Steve’s hand reaches at your chin and tilts your head up, his lust-filled eyes boring into your own. It was your turn to bite your bottom lip, smiling at him as you reach down and into his underwear. Steve lets out a breathy moan as you wrap your hand around his thick cock, squeezing it at the base as your free hand moves to cover his mouth.

“If we’re going to do this, we have to be quiet. My son is probably traumatized enough, we don’t need him walking down here and seeing this,” you let out. Now knowing that the sound carries very well within your house and having a curious six year old living within the walls of your home, there were extra precautions you would take within the not-so private spaces of your residence.

“S-should we take this upstairs then?” Steve questions breathlessly, quirking a brow before closing his eyes at the feeling of your index finger circling his tip ever so slightly.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” You smirk, pumping his cock slowly as you look him in the eyes. Steve throws his head back with his lip tucked between his teeth, his hips bucking into your touch. You smirk to yourself as you watch Steve nearly fall apart at your fingertips. It’s crazy to think that Hawkins former ladies man and your best friend, Steve “The Hair” Harrington, was in your kitchen right now. Pants undone and cock in your hand.

Steve runs his hands up your legs, the thick material of your sweatpants keeping you from feeling the tingling sensation of his cool rough hands. He plays with the strings of your pants and lets out a quiet gasp when you start moving faster on his cock. Digging his fingers into the elastic band of your sweatpants, he begins tugging it down. You lift your hips briefly, just enough for the fabric to brush by your ass and pool at the ground below you.

“Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“Touch me,” you whisper in his ear. You pull you panties to the side, exposing your wet cunt to him. Steve moves your legs so your feet are planted on the counter. You knew you’d have to be doing a deep clean tomorrow anyway, especially with your ass sitting where you make chicken nuggets nearly every day. He moves closer to you with the new room that had been made, hooking an arm under your knee and holding you open. He trails his fingertips along the inside of your thigh, sending a shiver up your spine.

You bite your lip as you feel his corse fingers dip into your folds, gathering the wetness trickling out of you. Steve bites back a moan of his own as he pushes a digit into your velvet walls. Grabbing ahold of his wrist, you feel pleasure light up every fiber of your being, the slow pace of his shallow thrusts making you feel the most relaxed you have been in months.

You let out a quiet moan when you feel his thumb make contact with your clit, fist banging on the counter below you at the fiery feeling growing in your belly. Gripping the ledge of the counter, you whine as Steve’s pace increases, curling your toes as they hang off the counter. Steve dips his head into the crook of your neck, his soft lips making contact with the sweaty skin. He starts a trail of kisses down your collarbone before making his way back up to right behind your ear, biting the lobe ever so slightly.

“Fuck Y/N, I gotta taste you,” he whispers, sinking to his knees as he leaves open mouth kisses along your body. His hot breath reaches your cunt and leaves no time to bask in how beautiful he looks between your legs before he dives in. His supple lips latch around your clit, one hand immediately to his head and the other to cover up a loud gasp at the sensation. He suckles on your pert nub and runs his tongue along the bundle of nerves, grabbing your knees and holding them open.

It felt so good to be able to unwind like this. You’d been left to chase the feeling of euphoria in the comfort of the bed you once shared with Eddie, vibrator tucked between your thighs during the weekends where Christopher was with Eddie, not knowing how else to spend some of the time you got to yourself. You almost forgot how good the feeling of another man’s lips on your aching heat felt.

Steve’s eyes connect with yours as his tongue moves south a bit, fucking his tongue into your hole and slurping up your juices. He looked so pretty like this, his eyes big and round as they look up at you from his position. You give him a dopey smile before his attention goes back to your clit, bringing one hand down and thrusting two fingers inside. He curls his digits up and hits the spongey area you loved all too well, a soft cry leaving your lips at the pleasure he was pulling from you.

Every nerve in your body was on fire, the coil deep in your stomach was on the verge of unraveling. You felt yourself tipping on the precipice of euphoria, your head knocked back against the backsplash and hand covering your mouth. Steve’s pace was unrelenting, pushing his digits in and out with the same curl of his fingertips and lips wrapped around your clit so fucking fast. Unable to hold back any longer, you let the bliss consume you, a muffled moan filling the room as you’re knocked over the edge at last.

This is the first time you’ve been exposed to someone who wasn’t Eddie in almost 8 years. Nearly a decade with one man that brought you nothing but happiness and pleasure. Sure, Eddie wasn’t the only man you’d ever been with, but it’s been so long since another man’s hands caressed you like this. Made you moan like this. Pulled the white hot feeling of pure pleasure from your body like this.

And yet, all you could feel was guilt as you came down from your orgasm.

Your breath is shallow as you watch Steve rise to his feet, leaning over you and rubbing your back as you lean into him. You feel yourself beginning to shake a little, not sure if it was aftershock from the orgasm, or the guilt beginning to consume you. Shaking your head, you look up at Steve, arms still holding onto you and looking in your eyes with deep concern.

“Hey, hey, hey. Y/N, what’s going on?” He questions, hands moving to your cheeks and forcing you to keep eye contact, but in the softest way possible. You feel tears prick at the back of your eyes, biting your lip to keep a sob you felt rising in your throat at bay.

“I-I don’t think I’m ready, Steve,” you let out quietly. You look down at the counter, the wet spot of your orgasm staring at you, reminding you of your actions with the man before you. Your best friend of over 10 years.

“It’s okay, Y/N. We don’t have to do anything else, okay?” He reassures you. You hear his belt clink and the zipper of his jeans roll up. Looking up to see him bending down to pick up his shirt and hands you yours. You give him a pathetic smile, throwing the fabric over your head and feeling sheepish as you look back down at your bare legs. You were really grateful you had only moved your panties out of the way for the whole encounter, so you weren’t 100% exposed.

Hopping down from the counter, you quickly bring the sweatpants back up your legs and let them hang snuggly on your hips. Steve looks at you for a moment, brushing his hand against your cheek and kissing your forehead, making you freeze for a moment. Unfortunately, he notices your stiffness.

“Did I do something to upset you? D-did I hurt you or something?”

“No! No, you didn’t do anything. I just-I don’t know why exactly, but I feel…I dunno, guilty? I just wasn’t expecting to try and jump your bones tonight and with everything going on with Eddie…my mind is just not my own, and I’m just confused about pretty much everything now-a-days,” you explain to him. He wraps his arms around you again, rubbing your arms to try and calm you down a bit more.

“Okay, good. As long as you’re okay, that’s what matters. I know it’s a confusing time for you, and I hope you didn’t feel pressured or anything from what happened tonight,” he tells you, pulling away to look you in the eyes. You shake your head and give him a sweet and genuine smile.

“Thank you Stevie. I really appreciate you, please don’t forget that,” you tell him.

“I won’t, I promise. I am going to head out for the night though, and give you some time to yourself and kind of just…I dunno, think about some things, okay?” He says, his voice soft and full of sincerity. You nod and walk with him towards the door, hands clinging together until you’re both leaning against the door. “Call me if you or Chris need anything, okay?”

“I will. And thank you for tonight. For talking me down and well, going down…”

“You’re gross, Y/N. But yeah, it was fun,” he tells you with a smirk.

“I know. You better get going, so you can go take care of that,” you say, nodding at his erection that was totally obvious, even through his jeans. He rolls his eyes at you and opens the door a bit, but you pull his shoulder and lean in, kissing his cheek briefly. He turns to you and smiles, before heading out the door to his Beamer and starting the engine.

There was absolutely nothing wrong with Steve, nor was there anything wrong with what happened between the two of you tonight. The small voice in the back of your head, however, was keeping you from giving all of yourself to him, reminding you about the love you had for Eddie, even after all the shit that’s been tossed your way for months now. You wanted to be happy, and if Steve was going to give you the happiness you truly deserved, you shouldn’t be afraid to take it, right?

But if there’s a slight chance that you and Eddie can try and resolve things, not only for the sake of your son, but because deep down, you know the feelings for him are still buried within you, you wanted to try and salvage it. It was going to take a lot of work if that was even a possibility, but you still wanted to hope that the only man you’ve ever truly loved still had those feelings he promised to keep for you.

Until death parted you.

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hi!! can i request a eddie x bimbo!reader where she's like super afraid of something (like frogs for example) and she has a nightmare with that so eddie comforts her

i know it sounds a little idiot but happens with me sometimes and yk its lovely having someone who wont judge you and just help you feel better

I’m terrified of centipedes so that’s what I instantly thought of ughhh they’re so gross

Like she wakes up in a cold sweat and he’s instantly awake too bc she was in his arms and now she’s not.

“S’wrong baby?”

“Centipedes,” she sobs, her body is shaking and she’s looking around the room erratically.

He laughs despite himself, in his defense he didn’t expect his girlfriend to wake up crying about centipedes, he wasn’t sure how to react.

“It’s not funyyyy!” She whines, smacking his chest weakly when he tries to put his arms back around her.

“It’s kinda funny.”

“It’s notttt. They were crawling all over meeee.” She’s brushing her arms off, frantically trying to get the phantom sensation of bugs crawling on her skin to go away.

“Aw m’sorry baby. C’mere.” He outstretches his arms to her, tired and itching to go back to sleep.

“No,” she huffs, crossing her arms and shaking her head with a pout.

“No? Why not?” His raises his eyebrows at her defiance, not annoyed so much as he is confused.

“Your hair feels like centipedes,” she admits quietly, ashamed of having such a stupid reason not to let him hold her.

He grumbles and snatches one of the hair ties off her wrist, tying his hair back and away from his face.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” she murmers, finally settling back into his arms to go back to sleep.

“I’m not going to let any of those big bad centipedes get you,” he whispers against her forehead.

“Actually they were small,” she corrects.

Eddie Munson masterlist

#eddie x bimbo!reader🎀#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fluff

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bibuddie · 1 year

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either ‘i’m not going to hurt you.’ or ‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’ <3

"c'mere. shh, it's okay."

buck's still trembling when eddie's hands close around his biceps, dragging him backwards gently so his back's pressed against eddie's chest. his chest heaves as he grips eddie's hands on his arms, a grounding presence to keep him in the moment as he tries to string a coherent thought together.

nightmares don't come for buck as often as they used to, not since eddie was there to hold him at night. but sometimes, if he's had a particularly stressful day at work, they'll manage to sneak up on him without warning. he'll see eddie get shot over and over in slow motion, a sick replay of the worst day of his life. and then when he manages to get his feet from under him, he'll feel heat coursing through his veins, feeling electricity pulsing at his fingertips as he's sent flying over the edge of a ladder, and he'll be outside of his own body as he's dangling 100 feet up in the air, eddie bleeding out on the asphalt below him as he lets out a blood curdling scream that no one can hear—

it's usually then that eddie wakes him.

it's late (or early?), and they have to be up in a few hours to take chris to school, and they have a day of groceries and errands and buck feels awful.

"i'm sorry." he whispers.

"don't apologise." eddie's response is immediate and sure, whispered into his skin where eddie's lips meet the back of his shoulder. "was it a bad one?"

buck nods silently, and he feels more than hears eddie's responding hum. they sit in silence for a few minutes as buck fights to regulate his breathing. eddie's hands are resting gently on his stomach now, tapping a slow rhythm that gives buck something to focus on other than the anxiety coursing through his veins.

he doesn't know how long it's been before he feels like he can take a full breath again, seeming both an eternity and no time at all. he lets out a jaw-splitting yawn that has eddie chuckling quietly. "think you can sleep some more? we still have a few hours before we have to be up."

"yeah." buck whispers, allowing eddie to lay him down and raising an arm so eddie can lay against his shoulder. it's not long before he feels sleep beginning to tug at the ends of his consciousness, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier with each passing second. "eddie?"

"yeah, baby?"

"thank you." he mumbles, letting his eyes slip closed in the knowledge that, if he was to fall victim to the ghosts of his past once again, eddie would be there to catch him. and for now, that can be enough.

#911 #buddie #buddie fic #rebecca writes #diazass #ash tag #mwah!! this is short and written all in one go but i hope you like it <33333

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shmeddieshmunson · 2 years

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The Routine

Eddie Munson x Transmasc!Reader, 18+, cute but then smut, smoking, drinking, making out, fingering, Eddie x You +"good boy"

Smut one-shot ~3k words, minors do not interact

Knock knock knock-knock-knock! You drummed rhythmically on the door with your knuckles.

You scanned the edge of the pool of yellow light that washed over you and the front porch of Eddie’s trailer. Moths and mosquitos flitted around. The park was calm, but you could hear the muffled sound of music and voices from neighboring trailers. Could see vague movement in some of the lit windows behind the curtains.

The warm summer breeze carried away the smoke from the cigarette that hung between your lips, and you could hear the crickets, cicadas, and frogs.

Knock knock! You heard from the other side of the door before it swung open. You whip your head forwards again and come to attention.

“What do you want, punk?” Eddie spits, locking his hip and obscuring the doorway, his voice almost sing-songy with his faux toughness. He’s backlit by the warm lights inside, face highlighted yellow with dramatic shadows. You grin and pull the cigarette from your lips, but he plucks it from your hands and takes a drag before you can even lower your arm fully.

Slightly slack jawed and awkward, you just kind of freeze there in awe, and he cocks an eyebrow at you. “Well??” he demands, his mouth starting to curve upwards.

“I uh…” you clear your throat, “I’m here to see a guy… about a thing...” There’s a brief pause that feels longer than it is as he exhales the smoke in his mouth. “C’mere–” you lean forward quickly and hook your finger into one of his belt loops, and stuff the other into his hair, pulling him into you for a hard kiss. He laughs into your mouth, finally cracking and relaxing, leaning the front of his body into yours.

“That was really the best you could come up with?” He teases you as he takes a step back, "A guy about a thing?" He moves quickly like he’s going to punch you in the gut, “uhn!” he exclaims playfully, his fist stopping jerkily before it connects, and recoiling. Then he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you indoors with him.

“Look, I came here to smoke and to make out, not to start writing our comedy show,” you quip back sarcastically.

He walks across the room and into the kitchen and pulls open the fridge door, tongue absentmindedly sticking out between his smiling teeth.

The trailer already has a smoky haze to it, and you plop down on the worn but comfortable brown couch, beginning the routine you two have developed together over the months. You reach into your jacket’s chest pocket and pull out a small hand painted tin, which you lovingly refer to as your Go Pack. Eddie had gifted it to you for your last birthday, and intricately decorated it with snakes and dice, as well as your initials.

You run your thumb over the slightly raised design, then pop it open and pull out the spliff that you already have rolled for the two of you. Eddie walks over to the couch with two beer bottles clinking together in one of his hands, and an ashtray in the other. You look up at him and there is a flicker in both of your eyes as they meet, and you flash him a brilliant smile. He sets everything on the small coffee table.

“Care to do the honors?” You ask, head tilted up, looking at him. You motion the spliff and lighter you’re holding towards him.

“Ooo, don’t mind if I do,” he takes them and bounces himself down on the couch, thigh pressed up against yours. The lighter flicks to life and lights up his face as he settles into your side and you rest your arm on the back of the couch behind him. His cheeks hollow around the joint as he sucks in to spark it, and you’re taking in all the details of his soft and angular face.

He looks at you and raises his eyebrows slightly before billowing a puff of smoke between you. You laugh lightly through your nose, and take the joint from him, your fingers brushing his on the filter.

It’s his turn to stare as you inhale, but you pretend you don’t notice.

“You always look so hot when you smoke,” he says with a lowered voice, eyes scanning from your lips to your eyes and down again. You let a smug smile creep onto your face and exhale the smoke out of your nose. You take another drag, but instead of passing the spliff you hold it away and lean your face towards Eddie’s. He knows that cue and meets you halfway, parted lips meeting yours as you blow the smoke into his mouth while he inhales, ending it with a flit of your tongue and soft open mouth kiss. You hum into his mouth as he returns the kiss, and holds the smoke for a moment before blowing it out again. “Damn,” he rasps.

“Yeah, damn,” you rub his shoulder with your thumb and look at him through your eyelashes. Without breaking eye contact you pass the spliff over. The two of you spend several minutes doing this; lazily kissing and admiring each other while you shotgun hits back and forth, and slowly burn the spliff to the filter. You make each other laugh, and cough, and neither of you can keep your hands off of the other.

That's how it goes.

He pulls away to set the butt of the spliff that went out a minute ago into the ashtray.

“Shall we relocate to the dungeon,” he croaks in a cartoonish voice, and arcs his arm dramatically towards his bedroom. You throw your head back with a laugh, and don’t catch him fawning briefly at your exposed throat.

“Yes please,” you say with a mischievous smile on your face. It was ridiculous how much this boy made you smile.

You quickly push up off of his shoulder, pinning him to the couch while you get up first. “Hey!” he grunts, and pushes you a little when he catches up a moment later. You both laugh and stumble towards the other room, knocking into each other, racing to get there first. He does, but he steps aside, bows, and sweeps his arm like you’re royalty, letting you pull ahead at the last second.

“Chivalry isn’t dead,” you coo. As soon as you cross the threshold of his room you start shedding layers, and Eddie clicks the door shut behind you. “My uncle shouldn’t be home until late, but, yanno..” You glance over at him and he wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Better safe than sorry.”

He closes the distance between you and grabs the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head for you, before pushing you towards the bed. You happily oblige and fall onto his bed, the blanket cool under your back and you close your eyes and take a deep breath, soaking up his smell. You feel as he presses his shins into the edge of the bed with one of your knees between his. When you open your eyes, he’s looking down his nose at you, long hair falling around his face. His energy has shifted away from the playfulness you came into the room with, and when you meet his eyes again, it gives you butterflies.

“Hi,” you say breathily. He kneels one leg between your thighs, and starts leaning over you, planting a hand by your head on his descent towards your face.

“Hi,” he whispers into your mouth, just barely keeping from brushing his lips against yours, and holding your gaze still through his eyelashes. You lean up to connect with his lips, and the movement shifts you down into his knee on accident. Your breath hitches, but it gets lost in the kiss that’s exploding between the two of you. You move your hips on purpose now for a little bit more of that friction and let your eyes flutter shut. He smirks and runs his free hand down your chest, over your stomach, and grabs the waist of your jeans. He pulls and presses, helping you establish a rhythm against his knee and thigh.

The intensity of your kisses amplifies, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He sucks on your top lip, and nibbles at your bottom. His tongue traces your teeth. Your hands are running all over his back, up into his hair, and up and down his chest. Restless and grabby.

He ruts your hips into him with a particular gusto, and you can’t help but moan.

“Mmmm, get up on the pillows for me,” he rumbles, and he licks a stripe up the side of your neck before yanking the waist of your pants the direction he wants you to go.

You make a little sound of agreement, and use your elbows to scooch backwards. He drops his other knee to the bed, and watches you wiggle into a comfortable position while he begins the slow crawl up to you between your legs. Again, his dark and intense gaze sends a ripple through you. You can see the slight bulge in the front of his jeans and it makes you throb a little more in your own pants.

He kisses a line along the top of your waistband, then slowly starts to kiss a trail upwards. Holding himself above you he kisses your stomach, past your belly button, up to your chest. He veers off center and takes one of your pierced nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirls over it as it hardens and you take up fistfulls of his hair as he sucks on it. You groan and let your head fully relax back, the feeling of his tongue and teeth grazing your sensitive skin and the metal nestled in it zings into your core.

“Fuck, Eddie,” you whimper as he licks and kisses his way across your chest to torture your other nipple. Sucking on one, and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger, grunting and groaning when your hands tighten in his hair. You’re already becoming a wet mess for him, and he knows it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t drag it out.

His hands find their way to the front of your pants again, but this time he pauses. “Baby, I wanna feel you so bad,” he drawls, and you exhale hard at his words. “Can I?” he asks, and you nod vigorously, biting your lower lip a little.

He unbuttons your pants, unzips the fly, and starts pulling down on the waistband of your jeans and underwear simultaneously. You lift your hips into the air to make it easier for him, and he leans down to plant a kiss on your abdomen in response as he slides the rough material down your thighs. When you put your hips down, he sits back on his knees briefly to finish pulling them off of you and then reclaims his spot between your thighs.

Only now, the situation is a bit more intimate. He flashes a rogue smile at you, before zeroing in on the exposed heat between your legs. His rings glint in the light as he brings his hand to you, tracing sporadic shapes beside your lips and across the top of your mound before dancing over your swollen clit. Your eyebrows jam together as you let out a long sigh. You love the feeling of his fingers putting pressure on both sides of your clit, helping it pop out from under the hood even more. He dips his finger into the pool of grool that's gathering at your hole, and draws a string of it away, very obviously enamored, eyes wide. He does it again, but this time, sliding two fingers over your entrance, up your clit, and then bringing them to his mouth to lick off your juices. He moans around his fingers, looking up at you. The hunger that’s burning in his eyes makes you clench.

“Are you all wet and hot for me? huh,” he murmurs, and drips a glob of spit onto his fingers. He rubs outside of you briefly once more before pushing two of his wet fingers into your cunt and curling them. “Mmmm, yeah, good boyyy,” he groans out, feeling you pulse and drip around his digits. His voice sounds like honey, and he can’t pull his eyes away from your soft skin stretching around his fingers, his rings contorting the skin when he’s deep inside you.

You gasp and swear when his fingers brush up against that rough spot inside you, and you try to keep your hips still with the help of his firm hand pressing down on your abdomen. Then you start babbling pleases and vague begging. Your whines pull him back to this planet, and he looks up at you.

“What is it?” he almost taunts, “you feel good?”

“Yeah, but–” you gasp as he curls his fingers again.

“But what?” He likes making you squirm and struggle, likes making you feel so good you can’t finish your sentences.

“Please, more, I need more,” you look down at him, eyebrows still furrowed, mouth agape, and eyes pleading.

He laughs lightly and plants a sloppy wet kiss right on your clit, causing you to moan. Flicks his tongue over your tiny erection several times.

“‘More!’ he says,” he teases you, as he pulls his mouth away. But, he doesn’t hesitate to jam a third finger in your wet pussy and pick up the pace. You spew profanities littered with his name, all throaty and loud, your back arching and your hips rutting, but he pushes down from your stomach again, which just makes you flood with more juices.

The steady rhythm that he’s rocking your body with from the inside out starts to build inside of you, a deep ache in your guts that makes your legs start to shake.

“God you're such a hot little mess,” he spits between bared teeth. His breath is starting to wrack his body, and his face is scrunched up in lust and focus.

“Ooooo yeah, Eddie, fuck,” you pant, “Eddie you make me feel so good. You– fuck– you make me so wet– nnnn,” your praise and whines are like music to his ears. He doesn’t want you to stop making those sounds, ever.

But he does want to make you squirt.

“Can you take one more, baby?” he asks courteously. He knows you can, just wants to make sure you want it. You nod your head. “Mmmmm, ask for it then, babe,” he slightly slows his three fingers and focuses on just curling them against your inner walls for a moment.

“Ah! Will you, please–nnnnn…. Please put another in me Eddie, I want you to stretch me out.”

“Ooo hoo hoo, good boy,” he tells you, and he pulls his fingers out of you. You wince at the sudden emptiness. He locks his eyes on your face as he tastes you on his fingers, keeping a steady motion on your clit with his other hand. Then he flattens that hand and speeds up, making you drip and clench and pull your legs together at the shift in feeling. He firmly pushes your legs back apart, and then shoves all four of his fingers into your cunt. You make this animalistic, guttural moan scream as he goes right back into his body shaking rhythm from before. Except now, he’s basically grabbing your whole cunt from the inside, and rocking your hips down into the bed and up towards him, and it’s driving you fucking crazy.

Very quickly the tension builds inside of you, and before you can even turn your desperate sounds into real words to warn him, your orgasm crashes over you, and a wave of pleasure rolls through your body. You clench and jerk and your pussy floods and gushes around his fingers, the wetness rolling down his wrist and onto his bed.

“Good BOY! YES, ooo, come all over my fingers, baby,” cooing and groaning, and his face is flushed, mouth open in disbelief. “You’re so fucking hot, yes,” he keeps the stream of praise flowing, but you’re barely tracking it over the rush in your ears and the sound of your own heartbeat. He pets your inner walls a few more times before you start flinching at the stimulation, and he slowly slides his hand out of you. He kisses your inner thigh, and bites down. You yell a little in surprise, before giggling back into a pant to catch your breath.

His fingers and his rings are extra shiny in the light now, dripping every now and then, and he is looking at you with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Goddamn, godDAMN,” he says with a slap to your thigh, he bites his lip, and then he moves to lay down next to you.

“What can I do for you? If you give me a minute you can fuck me…” you start as your breathing regulates, his body warm and sweaty against yours.

“Well, funny story…” he says sheepishly, “I’m actually uh, pretty sorted out.” You look down without even thinking, and sure enough, in place of the tent he had pitched earlier, there is now a wet spot coming through the denim.

“Oh my god…” your voice is soft and almost a laugh.

He starts to splutter, looking defensive and not finding the words he wants before you cut him off. “No– good oh my god! Like, oh my god that’s so fucking hot that that made you come in your pants,” you grab his face and study him with your bright eyes and amused smile. “Like it’s a little funny, but holy shit, I love it.”

He lets out one laugh and scrunches his nose at you, “Alright, alright, whatever.” He kisses you so you don’t have to keep talking about it.

“I’m gonna go roll up another joint,” he declares, pecks you on the lips, and grunts when he stands up.

You watch him leave the room with an unwavering smile turning up the corners of your mouth, and glassy eyes. After a couple more deep long inhales and exhales, you trail after him.

#y'all im so whipped and down bad for this boy #eddie x transmasc #eddie x ftm #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #service top! eddie #switch! eddie #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #also i am desperate for feedback #i havent written smut in god knows how long #my inbox is open come be gay or tell me what you think #my writing

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ghosttownwherenoonegoes · 1 year

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A fiercely kept Munson secret is that Eddie didn’t create the big Corroded Coffin banner on his bedroom wall, proudly displayed next to the mirror which holds his Sweetheart.

Uncle Wayne created it.

He walked in from work one very early morning to find an Eddie who had evidently not slept. Dark bags under those gorgeous chocolate eyes, clothes rumpled, hair looking like he had been dragged through a hedge backwards (and Uncle Wayne wouldn’t put such a feat past his boy), bouncing on the balls of his feet, tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth in concentration, a trembling hand trying to hold a pencil steady.

“What’s got you all jangled, son?”

Uncle Wayne is at Eddie’s side in an instant.

“Tryna’ create this, uh, banner, for my band. I know what I wanna do, man, m’just too damn excited and my hand won’t - “ Eddie’s other hand closed around his wrist, trying to hold himself steady.

And just like that, Uncle Wayne’s top priority wasn’t reheating the dinner Eddie had cooked for him or even taking a shower to wash away the long twelve hour shift at the plant.

It was drawing this banner for his boy.

“C’mere, son, lemme look at it.” He took in the old bedsheet, folded and already lined to give Eddie some guidance as to the size he wanted. “Y’got a picture or somethin’ I can copy of what ya’ want? I ain’t freehandin’ something so important.”

Eddie’s silence told Uncle Wayne that he trusted his dad to freehand, if he wanted to. All the same, he sheepishly pulled over his sketchbook, flicked through it to find the Corroded Coffin logo, and jabbed at it decisively.

Uncle Wayne stared at it hard, his icy blues unmoving. And then, he took the pencil from Eddie, sketched it out almost perfectly first try, then handed it back to Eddie, who was bouncing on the spot, hissing “yes”s and “it’s perfect” to himself.

“Pen or paint, kid?”

“Paint, please.” Eddie’s voice of hushed awe slipped into the tranquility of the trailer as Uncle Wayne went back over his own work, filled in between the lines, and stepped back as he set the brush down with a flourish and flung an arm over his son’s shoulder.

“That oughta’ do it.”

The Uncle Wayne Nod of Approval™️ was punctuated by Eddie jumping up and down enthusiastically, shout-whispering “most. metal. ever!!!”, but he didn’t tell his baby boy to shush or to be quiet. He simply let Eddie be, soaking in the smile which took over Eddie’s face with a warmth in his chest so hot it almost left him breathless.

And, again, Uncle Wayne put it up on the wall, too. He let his boy pick where to put it, but because he can't line things up straight for shit even with a ruler handy, Uncle Wayne did that, too.

Anything for his baby boy. Anything.

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#wrote this during a study break in like 5 mins so sorry if bad #uncle wayne #wayne munson #eddie munson #eddie and wayne munson #the Munsons

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streamafterlaughter · 9 months

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Fundamental Differing

Chapter XVI: You’ll Cry But You’ll Never Fall

summary: The secret hometown Corroded Coffin / Death Dance Approximately show does not go as smoothly as any of you would like, and the memories of Hawkins infiltrate your memories again.

tags: ANGST (more than usual?), violence, swearing, excessive alcohol consumption, fighting/arguing, trauma talk, overall just a very sad chapter imo but i’m also very proud of it.

a/n: this is my lil honor to sinéad, my heart goes out to her family and i’m so very upset to hear of her passing. This chapter is also one of the heavier ones, please feel free to skip it or read it slowly if it feels like too much. thank you guys for your continued support as always. ALSO, im seeing a lot of blog name changes and deactivations, so please let me know if you aren’t getting notifications and want to! i’ll see to fixing the taglist for next time 🩷 Disclaimer: I do not give permission to have my work reposted on other sites. Reblogs are more than welcome, but please inform me if you find my work elsewhere unless otherwise stated. Reblog to support the author!

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October 1987

“Can I show you something?” Eddie stumbles into bed, his Warlock in his grip, a bowl of chips in the other hand.

“Of course, my love.” You pluck a chip from the bowl, shifting your body to face Eddie as he sits beside you. His fingers dance across the chords, and you sway as he begins to sing. When he finishes, you look at him in awe. “Is it done?”

He nods, eagerly. He’s been fighting with this song for almost a year, and you can tell he’s so proud of himself. It makes what you’re about to say that much more difficult. “May I?” You extend your hand, and he nods, handing you his guitar. You know the chords well enough by now to play it, and you start in with your eyes closed. “What if, instead of a major chord, you used a minor?” You play it again with your revision. “And what if, instead of Don’t let go, you could say don’t let go of me?” You sing the line for him, and watch as his face contorts, brows furrowing, lips pursed. You stop. “Or not, it’s beautiful regardless.” Suddenly, you’re embarrassed for even suggesting it.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just mad you made it so much better in two seconds.” He scoffs, and you can tell he’s upset.

“I didn’t mean to overstep, ali know this song has been kicking your ass, as just thought-“

“It’s fine, Y/n, really. Forget about it.” He takes his guitar from you, and leans it on his side table. Before you can say anything else, he’s turned the light off and pulled the covers up to his chin. no goodnight kiss, No I love yous exchanged.

Present Day

Eddie’s POV

He makes his way back to the dressing room, which is more of a closet behind the curtains of the small stage. He’s comfortably drunk, aching still with the words he’d overheard earlier as Sinéad O’Connor’s Drink Before The War floats through the speakers. You and Steve stand backstage, him adjusting your mike pack while you fiddle with your in-ear, the rest of your band tightening their instruments or twirling their drumsticks while you talk amongst yourselves. “Eddie!” You call, before he can open the door and slide by you, unnoticed. “C’mere a sec?”

Begrudgingly, he approaches you. You’re draped in a black skirt that sweeps the floor, and a black velvet tank top that shimmers when the light hits it. “Lilith had an idea, and I know this is so last minute, but what would you think about doing the song we wrote together? I know it’s probably too rusty for you, but I figure it could be a treat, for the little hometown show? It’s alright though, if you don’t wanna.” You shrug, but something in your eyes pleads with him.

“Sure, yeah.” He says coolly, confused by the question. Why would you want to, after what you’d said? “Where should we put it, in the set?”

“Was thinking, at the end of DDA’s, we have less time, but we have the room for it. D’you still know the chords?”

He fights off a humorless laugh. “‘Course I do. Just gimme the signal, and I’ll be right out. But we don’t have lyrics.” You nod, beaming, “Oh, but I do! I’ve been mulling them over, I hope that’s alright?”

The panic is palpable, he has no idea what he’s in for. “‘Course it is. See you out there.” He gives a curt nod before turning away, entering his dressing room without another word.

Your POV

“He’s being weird, right?” You turn to Steve, who’s just finished fluffing your hair out into the disheveled, rocker look you love.

“Of course he is, he’s Eddie. Now, get out there! They’re excited to have you back home.” He’s right, you can hear the restless crowd growing louder, more excited as your set time inches closer. “DDA! DDA!” The chant crescendos, and the house lights dim.

“Break a leg,” Steve plants a kiss on the crown of your head, and you wrap your arms around him. “and kick some ass.”

You turn to your band for the huddle, the pre show ritual, and let Sylvie lead the way to the stage. The crowd erupts as you take your marks, pressing out across a stage half the size of what you’ve grown used to this past month.

“HAWKINS, INDIANA!” You exclaim, drowned out by the audience as Lilith starts a drumroll. “We are Death Dance Approximately, from right down the street, are you ready to fucking PARTY?!” The response is a cacophony of screaming, just the way you like it.

“One, two, three, four,” Lilith taps her sticks together, and you jump into your first song. You open with Indiana, an ode to home, and you feel the weight float from your shoulders. The house is packed, and you recognize a face every few minutes, whether from school or just around town. Your friends are occupying a table on the side of the stage, and you can barely make out their faces. They dance and sing along though, and at some points you’re sure you hear Max’s whistle. It’s electric, rewarding to have people there for you, that know your songs, love your band. It reminds you why you started in the first place, despite the pain you’d endured on your way up.

“Thank you for coming out tonight, Hawkins! We have one more song for you before we introduce our friends in Corroded Coffin. This was a last minute decision, but before we play the song we know you’re all waiting for, could you please give a warm, freaky welcome to Coffin’s very own EDDIE MUNSON!” No amount of preparation prepares you for the screaming. The building must be shaking with the vibrations as Eddie saunters onto the stage, spotlight shining directly on him. His acoustic guitar is slung over his shoulder, and he wears a tattered DDA shirt and torn up black jeans, his converse laced tightly on his feet. He waves to the crowd, squinting into the bright stage lights. He wobbles slightly, and you know he’s drunk, but you have faith in his performance ability regardless.

“This song is one I wrote with Eddie years ago, and this is the first time we’re ever performing it. Please forgive us if it’s not so polished, but revel in the fact that you’re the first crowd that gets to hear it!” The audience responds with applause, and you glance at Eddie. His eyes are glued to the floor, not looking at you at all, so you turn back to Lilith who counts you off.

Eddie starts in with the opening melody, much softer than any song CC has put out, but still with the hard bite that persists within their catalog. You begin the ad libs, ones you love to play with live that can’t be recreated in the studio. The crowd sways with you, and glimmers from their lighters each the sky as you start the first verse.

“I’ve seen my share of gore and pain, enough to last my lifetime. / I wonder how you’re coping now that you’ve got that hurt inside. / I’d ask you how you’re doin’, but I know that you’d just lie, / and I’d bother you to open up, / if I thought it worth our time. / But you’ve been off drinkin’ down the hurt and pain we’d felt, / and I'm stuck circling the drain alone, keeling over as I melt.

Six years of shit, and dirt, and blood / caked under our fingernails, / and all I've got to show for it are these twisted, evil tales. / So all I ask is don’t let go, / don’t let go of me, / and all I want is for you to know / that you’re still the one for me.”

You don’t open your eyes the whole time, and you know you’re in for it when you do. You’re sure he’s caught on by now, the lyrics far from subtle, but still you can’t bring yourself to watch his reaction to them, instead focusing on your voice not breaking as he plucks the strings only three feet away. When the song ends, the crowd shrieks and it’s all you can hear. Eddie waves to the kids at the barricade, mouthing thank yous as they clap for him before approaching you. You entwine your fingers with his, swinging both your arms first into the air, then down to the floor as you both bow. He squeezes your hand before letting go, walking offstage without a word to the audience.

“Eddie Munson, everyone! I know you’re all very excited to see Corroded Coffin tonight, but we got one more song for ya, is that alright?” When the whooping fizzles out, Sylvie strums the opening to Pretty Boy, and it gets loud again. “This song is for, well, if you know you know. It’s called Pretty Boy!”

Eddie’s POV

He makes a beeline for the mini fridge, cracking open a beer before even saying a word to his bandmates. “You good?” Gareth raises an eyebrow, watching his bandmate down the bottle without a breath in between.

Eddie belches before snapping, “What makes you think I’m anything but perfectly fine?”

“Oh, just, everything.” He mumbles, but Eddie hears him anyway.

“What’s up with you, man? Aren’t you two on good terms now?” Jeff asks, plopping down on the arm of the sofa next to Eddie, who’s sprawled in the middle like an old rag doll.

“I have no idea. Thought we were, but I overheard them talking earlier and-“

Jeff interrupts, “Overheard? How much did you actually hear? Ever wonder if eavesdropping is maybe not the most reliable source of information?”

Eddie glares at his friend, who only rolls his eyes. “I know what I heard.”

“Whatever, man. We have a show to do, so get your shit together.” Jeff heaves himself off the couch again, and Gareth follows, clicking his drumsticks.

“Good evening, Hawkins! We are Corroded Coffin, and we’re here to fuck shut up!” Gareth shouts into his mic and is met with an eruption of screaming fans. Eddie feels the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream as he strums a chord, amping up the tension before the drummer counts them off. They break into the first song. His vision’s fuzzy, but he can still sense you, standing right up front, mouthing the words and nodding your head to the beat. He can’t let himself think too much about it, already distracted by your earlier conversation with your band. Because of him. You’re having nightmares again, unable to rest, because of him. The words play on a broken record, spinning out of control inside his brain, and he barely realizes he’s broken a string from strumming too hard.

When they end the song, a crew member cloaked in black rushes onstage to help him fix it while Eddie stands there, useless and shaking with a feeling he can’t place. Not exactly anger, nor anxiety, but a sinister lingering in his gut. The crew member leaves, Eddie’s string replaced, and Gareth waits for a cue to continue. “Apologies, my dear friends, for the technical difficulties. Thanks for coming out to see us on such short notice. This song is for anyone that’s ever felt like a freak in their own skin.” Eddie backs away from the mic as Jeff starts in on their next song, Eddie’s voice barely a part of him as he sings. His fingers are starting to bleed from playing so hard, something he hasn’t done since he started playing guitar more seriously.

Eddie fades in and out during the set, on autopilot, his usual lighthearted banter with the crowd now awkward and empty. He feels nothing when the lighters fly into the air during Wiped Clean, or even when he looks right at you when he sings Sweetheart. It feels like something in him has died, leaving a gaping wound. Being home was like ripping that wound right open.

Your POV

He’s looking right through me. There is absolutely no feeling behind Eddie’s performance tonight as he drags himself through the set. He’s usually bouncing off the walls, swinging his guitar around or sticking his tongue out while he shreds, but tonight he stands there, his head barely even nodding, let alone banging and thrashing like he usually does.

Around you, there’s a sense of panic. These people came for him, they know what he’s about, and this was likely the last thing they’d expected of a hometown show. Their dancing is tainted with confusion, worrying for the man on stage in front of you. You look to where your friends stand, cautiously swaying and nodding along to the music, glancing back to you every so often with a raised or furrowed brow. Dustin, though, meets your eyes and immediately starts pushing his way through the crowd.

“Move, please! Friend of the band coming through! Eddie Munson’s protege! Out of the way, holy shit!” He makes it to you relatively unfazed, and you grab his outstretched hand to pull him up to the barricade. “What the hell is going on?” Dustin shouts, and you shake your head.

“I have no idea, he’s been weird all day.”

“He drinking?”

“Dustin, he’s an adult!”

“That’s not what I mean! Is he, like, drinking drinking?”

“How am I supposed to know?”

He shoots you a baffled, disappointed look, and you get it. Loud and clear. This, whatever Eddie’s doing right now, is somehow related to you. “I am not responsible for his behavior!”

“No, of course not! But you might be able to explain it!”

You think, hard. You were fine this morning, waking up together, even being mistaken for reconciled lovers. “I really don’t know, Dustin!”

“Shit, okay. I’ll get back to you.” He turns around, about to disappear again, but you grab him. He meets your eyes, reading you in such a way that you probably won’t even have to ask him. But you do, for good measure.

“Make sure he’s okay, yeah?”

“Of course.” And you let him go. You turn back to the stage, where Eddie switches his beautiful electric guitar for his well worn acoustic. You feel a smile pull at your lips, knowing the acoustic rarely makes an appearance at regular Coffin shows.

“Hawkins, you’re so very special to me,” He starts, tuning his guitar as he slurs. Shit. “So I feel I should show you, just how special. We don’t usually do this, but because we’re home, I feel it’s only mandatory. I’m gonna play you guys a deep cut, one we never released and probably never will.” No. No fucking way. “Now, even the guys didn’t know I planned to do this, shit, even I didn’t til halfway through the set. That set sucked though, am I right? I mean, the guys were wonderful as always, but I was god awful, and for that I am truly sorry. It’s hard to put the energy into this town when it sucked the life out of me for so long. No offense, I do love that you’re all here.” Jeff and Gareth exchange looks of befuddlement. They have no idea what’s going on, but it’s starting to click in your head.

“This song is called Salt The Earth.” Your jaw drops to the floor. He’s never shown that song to anyone else, that you know of, because he hated it that much. It was a battle he’d been fighting since you’ve known him, one even you weren’t sure he’d win. But here it is, in the same town he’d written the song, giving it a live debut.

He plays to an almost silent, completely entranced room of people, staring straight ahead at the glowing exit signs, past you and all of his friends.

“Burnt the whole place down, demolished holy ground, packed your bags, didn’t look back, salted earth on your way out. / Fires bright, smoke in my eyes, I never even heard your goodbyes. / When you leave you’re supposed to salt the earth, you’re supposed to cut the rope. / But I'm still here, tied to this post, while you’re out somewhere laughing.”

There’s a bite, a sting behind your forehead, as the lyrics swim through your head. You haven’t heard the song in years, and it was barely passable as a song, but somehow, the lyrics are still there, stored in the depths of your memory, and only yours. As far as you can tell, scanning the faces of your friends and colleagues, you’re the only one that knows the words. Some of them have changed, he’s vastly developed as a songwriter in the last couple years, but it also gives you waves of nostalgia. To you, this song is an old friend, one constantly looping in the background of your life with Eddie. Selfishly, you wonder if your life with him, the ending of it especially, contributed to the song’s growth.

His voice is low, gravelly to match the somber tune. His eyes close as he further loses himself, wincing as he fingers the chords, breaking open fresh wounds on his fingers. Every so often, when you really let yourself watch Eddie perform, you’re hypnotized by his presence. You forget where you are, who you’re with, as everything falls away except for him, on display in front of you, for you, the only other person in the room.

The song comes to an end, Eddie practically playing himself out, still strumming as he leaves the stage. It takes a second, but the room eventually explodes with applause, chants of EDDIE! EDDIE! filling the club to its ceiling. After a good amount of teasing, the house lights dim again and the band take their spots once more, Eddie front and center with his Warlock strapped back in place.

“You didn’t think we were done yet, did ya, Hawkins?!” It’s as if he’s been struck with new life, rejuvenated after playing that song, defeating that looming enemy he’s had for so long. “We have one more song for you, and I know you know it. Thanks so much for comin’ out, tip your bartender!” They start in on The Crawl, the crowd going wild for one of their biggest songs. A pit opens in the middle, close to where you stand with your friends, and you feel at ease for the first time all night. Despite Eddie’s weird behavior, things have been going well. You desperately wish the other shoe would drop, but at the same time want for once for there not to be a second shoe. There’s always a second shoe.

Eddie’s POV

The tension still lingers in his shoulders, but he feels lighter. Salt The Earth had been a big, angry cloud threatening to rain down on him for years, and it’s like he’s finally watching the sky clear. Or, he would have been, if not for the much darker, much angrier cloud right behind it. This one holds what you’d said earlier, behind closed doors, and not for him to hear.

He stomps offstage, t shirt in one hand, guitar clutched in the other, avoiding eye contact with his friends and bandmates as he looks for solace: the bar. He’s already very, very drunk, and he knows it’s not smart, but it’s all he can think to do to drown his memory of earlier, and his shame about the way he’s reacting. What a Catch 22, to need to drink not to feel shame, and to feel shame for drinking.

“Hey, is he-?” Your voice floats into his ears, warm and concerned as you ask Steve where he is. “Never mind.” And suddenly, you’re next to him, leaning on the counter, not saying a word as he gulps down his whiskey. “Hey.”

He doesn’t look at you, barely even acknowledges your presence. He grunts, “Hmph.” in response.

“What’s going on?”

He won’t respond. He won’t open up to you again, he can tell it’s hurting you.

“Eddie, would you look at me, please?” He hears it, the slight crack, whether it’s from performing or from holding back tears he’s not sure, but it works in your favor.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” His words come out jumbled, slippery in his mouth against the liquor.

“There must be, if you’re drinking like this. What’s bothering you?” He chances a look at you, and wishes he hadn’t. You look up at him with concern, eyes darting back and forth between his, trying to read him, dig into him even deeper.

“Nothin’, just thirsty.” He won’t. He can’t tell you he heard you, it would only upset you, and it’s not fair that he’s heard you in the first place.

“Ed, you know you can tell me anything.”

“Ever think I don’t want to?” He snaps, and you jolt. He regrets it, it’s not your fault he feels this way, not on purpose, but he’s infuriated by your care for him.

“Okay,” you start, voice low, “you don’t have to. But I’m around, y’know, if you change your mind.” You almost place your hand on his shoulder, a gesture of consolation, but he leans away, and you tighten your lips to keep them from quivering. “See you later.” And you’re gone.

“Another round, barkeep.”

Your POV

“Well?” Steve meets you in front of the buses, overseeing the crew as they load the trailer. “How is he?”

You all but break down at the question. “I don’t know, I really don’t.” You don’t know why it hurts so much, he doesn’t owe you anything. “He won’t talk to me, but something is most definitely wrong. Whatever happened, I don’t have a single inkling of what it is.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Steve is gentle, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you let a single tear slide down your cheek.

“You’ve done so much for me already, this whole time. I can’t keep letting you fight my battles for me. I’ll figure this one out. On my own.” He nods, giving you a reassuring squeeze before letting you by, into the bus. You’re the first one in, the rest of your band enjoying their night with each other, and you’re in here sulking. “Fuck it.” You mumble, exiting the bus again. “Let’s go enjoy our night home, huh?” You wipe your face hurriedly, much to Steve’s confusion, but you don’t let him ask more questions. “C'mon! Let’s go dance and drink and be fuckin’ merry!”

He laughs, but it’s a nervous giggle. “Okay, okay! Don’t get all weird on me, though.”

“Please, Steve, you know I can’t promise that.”

The house music is blaring Soundgarden’s Jesus Christ Pose as lingering fans drink and dance, trying to catch glimpses of band members in the makeshift VIP sections. You catch your friends in the far corner, and they wave you over when they see you. “Thought you’d gone off with your boy!” Max teases as you sit next to her in the booth, and you try not to make your irritation known.

“He’s probably off somewhere, brooding.” Robin intercepts, a smirk on her face.

“That’s all he seems to do now. Any chance we’ll see him again before we leave?” Mike quips, and El giggles.

“And if we do? Chances are we’d say something to piss him off.” Lucas adds, slumping in his chair.

Dustin mumbles something only meant for you, but even you can’t hear him. “What was that?” When his eyes meet yours he looks away, and before you can ask again he’s sliding out of his seat, off into the darkness of the club. “What’s his deal?” You ask the group.

“Guess he’s not in the mood to rag on Eddie? Strange, he’s usually the one to start the rolling of the punches.” Lucas shrugs, and you sigh.

“Should I go apologize?”

Will shakes his head. “He’ll get over it, hang out with us!”

Eddie’s POV

“What the hell, man?” The voice next to him is unmistakable, even in his current state of intoxication. “Why are you hiding from everyone? We haven’t seen you in two years, more than that, and you’re avoiding us!” Dustin yanks the drink out of Eddie’s reach. “Fucking say something!”

Dustin’s anger startles him. “Whoa, big guy, hang on,”

“I have been hanging on, all week. You were fine, almost normal, and tonight you go on stage acting like a zombie, and you don’t come say hi to anyone after. I'm done waiting around for my friend to reappear. What is your damage?”

Eddie looks at Dustin, his sweet face and big eyes as he tries to keep his composure. “Look, man, it’s adult stuff, something you’re not gonna understand.”

“Would you drop that? I’m 20 years old, Eddie, as much as you don’t wanna admit it to yourself. Is it Y/n? Cmon, give me something to work with. Pretend we’re friends again.”

It takes a second, but Eddie catches the last part. “We are friends, Dustin, ��course we are. I didn’t wanna burden you, or any of the guys with it. But I guess I owe you, y’know, for not giving up on me.”

Dustin crosses his arms. “Yeah, you do.”

“Alright, fine. Let’s go talk.” Eddie throws an arm around the boy, and they exit the club.

“What do you wanna know?” Eddie asks, a cigarette pressed between his lips.

“Everything. What happened with Y/n? Why’d you disappear? Why didn’t you call?” Eddie can tell Dustin’s trying to stay composed. He’s a strong kid, but this is even harder for him than the rest of the party. Eddie owes him an explanation, and they both know it.

“We broke up.” Eddie starts, and Dustin nods to keep him talking. “We broke up three years ago, and I hadn’t seen them in two.”

“At all?”

Eddie shakes his head. “I couldn’t, it was too hard. I left Hawkins after that, and couldn’t make myself come back. I couldn’t face you, the guys, or even Wayne, y’know? Everyone thinks…” He trails off. Everyone thinks it’s his fault. It is his fault.

“I don’t.” Dustin seems to read his mind. “Sure, you didn’t handle it correctly, you ran away from us. But it’s not your fault it happened.”

“Dude, I know you mean well, but it is. I let everything get to me. The fame, the break up, and you’re right, I did run away.”

“The fame would get to anyone, Eddie. And as for the break up, of course it would. I had never seen you like that before Y/n. You two were inseparable, infatuated with each other beyond belief, obviously you’re gonna hurt. But you had us, you could’ve talked to anyone, to me.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I should have.”

“Why’d they break up with you?”

Eddie gapes at him. “Why do you think they broke up with me?”

Dustin can’t help but snicker. “Sorry, dude, you’re not hiding it well. The avoidance, the brooding, the drinking. They’re hanging out inside with everyone right now, and you’ve been at the bar all night.” Eddie doesn’t say anything. He wants Dustin to keep talking, to be angry at him, he has every right to be. “There’s something else, isn’t there? Something recent.” Eddie bows his head, kicks the gravel at his feet. “Something to do with Y/n?”

“They uh, they said something. To Steve, last night.”

“Oh, please, can you drop that? Steve and Y/n have never been anything but platonic, you know that.”

“No, nothing like that. They told him about a nightmare they had. Said it was my fault.”

“No.” Dustin says simply, shaking his head. “They wouldn’t. You sure that’s it? You heard them say that?”

“Well, no, but-“

“But nothing! You’re an idiot, Eddie.”

“Gee, thanks. I wasn’t already feeling horrible about myself or anything.”

Dustin groans. “You know eavesdropping gets you nowhere! For all you know, they were blaming you for a scuff on their boot.”

Eddie purses his lips. “I don’t really think that’s what it was.”

“It definitely wasn’t.” You stalk out of the shadows. “Dustin’s right, though, eavesdropping doesn’t get you anywhere. Well, except for when I do it.” You give him a sad smile, and he looks away. “Henderson, can I have a minute with our rockstar, please? The guys are on the other bus, if you wanna go raid the snack stash or something.”

Dustin nods, and turns back to Eddie. He wraps him in his arms, the first real hug he’s gotten since coming home. “Hear them out, okay? There’s an explanation for all of it.” Dustin pats Eddie on the back, then gives you a hug before disappearing into your bus.

Eddie can’t look at you, still basking in the post gig glow, cigarette dangling between your fingers. You walk closer, slowly as if not to scare him away. “I didn’t say anything like that.”

“Then what were you talking about?” He asks the ground.

“What did you hear?”

“‘All of this is because of him, as much as I hate admitting it. He’s the reason.’”

“Oh my god, you really are an idiot.”

“Right, I got that.”

“Eddie, I wasn’t talking about the nightmare. I told you, it happens when I come back here. It’s this place, feeding on whatever I’m already worried about. I was talking about my whole career. You’re the reason I’ve come this far, the reason I write what I do. I wasn’t blaming you for anything, I promise. Will you look at me, please?”

He does, finally. He looks into your pretty eyes, sparkling under the bright lights of the parking lot. Your cigarette hangs long forgotten in your hand, and you take another step towards him.

“You think you got here because of me?”

“I know I did. I couldn’t have done this without you, you have to know that. Deep in your soul, you know.”

He doesn’t, or at least he can’t admit it. What he does know is you don’t need him now. You’ve outgrown him, mastered your craft in such a way that doesn’t require his assistance anymore. And yet, you’re still there, waiting for him to come around, just like every other time. “I’m sorry. For this, for me. It wasn’t right of me to assume, to take something I only heard part of so personally.”

You shake your head. “No, it really wasn’t. Here I thought something real had happened. I thought I’d done something to hurt your feelings, with the way you’d been treating me. Avoiding me suddenly like I’d kicked your dog. Turns out, you’ll look for any small problem to excuse your behavior.” Your voice carrie’s a venom Eddie recognizes, each word stinging as it’s spit at him. “I’ll leave you alone. I get it. This is too hard for you, and I guess it’s not worth a fight.”

Before he can respond, you’re turning around, walking away again. “Wait! Please, wait.” He doesn’t mean for his voice to break, but he can’t help it. He can't watch you leave again.

You stop walking, but you don’t turn around. “What?” There’s no feeling in your voice, it’s cold.

“Are we okay?” He asks lamely.

You sigh. “We’re whatever you want, Eddie. Just like every other time.”

He’s dumbfounded as you walk away. You leave him there, alone, just like you’d found him six years ago.

Your POV

You can’t let yourself be proud. You know, deeply and surely, that you’d done nothing wrong. So why does it feel like you have? You’re in no mood to see your friends anymore, but it’s your last night in Hawkins before tour resumes, and you’re once again stuck with Eddie and his stupid face.

When you decide to make a beeline to the bar, you’re halted, colliding with a figure lurking behind the building. “Whoa, hey, sorry,” He stutters as you say, “You’re not supposed to be back here,” when he moves into the light. He’s older than you remember, more lines carved into the skin around his eyes and mouth, hair more white than gray, but it’s him. “Wayne, oh god, hi!” You squeak, and it takes him a second to recognize you.

“Y/n, wow. How are you, kiddo?” He cracks a smile, and your heart warms. He doesn’t hate you, even after everything.

“Oh, you know, same old.” He scoffs at your pathetic response, and you laugh too.

“Right, same old, touring the world and all.”

“Totally, just another day in paradise! Did you see the show?”

He nods, suddenly somber. “That’s why I’m back here. I don’t expect you’ve seen my boy?”

You frown at the question. “He hasn’t said hi?” Wayne shakes his head. “Yeah, he was just outside the bus, the big black one down there,” you point to where you’d come from. “Should still be there.”

“Thanks, love. How’s he, uh…” He trails off, realizing his question probably won’t have the best answer.

You give him one anyway. “He’s not good, Wayne. I don’t think he’s been good for awhile.”

He shakes his head sadly. “Haven’t heard from him in months, and after seeing that I had to find him.” His voice trembles, his fists clenching and flexing with each syllable. It scares you.

“Is this normal behavior with him?” You ask the question gently, trying to hide your nerves, and settle his.

“We talk once a week. Thought I’d give him some space when,” He pauses, meeting your eyes for the first time. They’re glassy, and it breaks your heart to see him so defeated. “I don’t know what you know. It’s not my business to tell, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “Don’t apologize. I’ll walk you over to him.” Forgetting your dramatic goodbye, you pivot to face the buses, down the road from where you’d bumped into Eddie’s uncle.

“How’s tour been, by the way?” He begins, turning his head to look at you again. “You guys are making something great. Both of you,” He nods his head in the general direction before them.

“It’s definitely been chaotic. We've never done anything this big, and to do it under these circumstances is,” You falter.

“A punch in the face?” He offers helpfully.

And you laugh. Despite it all, you belly laugh at the man’s words, and it feels good to talk to someone outside of everything. Selfishly, you hope Eddie isn’t there, maybe you could hang out with Wayne. Maybe get your questions answered, or at least some inside scoop on why Marie’s diner is now called The Wrench.

“Yeah, a huge punch in the fucking face.”

You make it to the bus, still not running and therefore not leaving this shit town any time soon. You knock three times quickly, three times slowly, and three times quickly again. The bus shakes, and the door flies open. You’re met with the silhouette of Eddie in his underwear, travel sized toothbrush shoved in his cheek, chest heaving as he catches his breath. “What the- Are you okay?!” Your last conversation forgotten, panic written on his face, Eddie switches the front light on. “Wayne?”

“Hey, boy.” Wayne’s voice is weathered, a calming wave over this terrible tension, a welcome distraction.

“Didn’t think you’d have heard about this.”

“You think I’m not cool enough? You shoulda seen me in college, son.” And Eddie laughs, for the first time all day, and you can’t help giggling too.

“I’ll leave you guys alone, it was so nice seeing you, Wayne.”

“You too, kid. Keep it up.”

You nod, holding out your hand for him to shake. Wayne swats it away, pulling you into a hug you return with fervor. “Thank you for everything.” You whisper, and you can feel him shake his head, but he doesn’t respond. He has no idea what he’s done for you in raising Eddie, letting you crash at the trailer on bad nights, and promising not to say anything when he’d caught you singing in the kitchen that one time he’d come home early. He’d treated you, and all of your friends, like his own. He’s your family.

You end up playing Bullshit with everyone on the ride back to Nancy’s.

“5” Dustin slaps a card down.

“BULLSHIT!” It’s unanimous.

It’s a five

“FUCK!” Cards are thrown, birds are flipped, and there’s a pink tint to it all. You’d give it all up for this moment, but you know it’s not forever. The kids will go back to school, they’ll graduate, they’ll do something important. You’ll go back on tour, bumping into Eddie in different cities, different countries, until you inevitably kill yourself with drugs or pyrotechnics, or sell out stadiums until you’re fifty, like The Rolling Stones.

“Alright, kiddos, we’ve arrived.” Steve shoves himself from the bench to open the door. Both buses are parked down the street from Nancy’s, halfway to Dustin’s to make the trek home easier for them. “See you soon.” Steve squeezes Dustin first, then the rest of his children one by one. Eddie peers cautiously out of the crack in his own bus door, and you catch his eye. You have a million questions for him, and not a single one you’ll be able to ask any time soon.

“Ed, at least come say goodbye.” Steve says it with humor, a lightness you couldn’t manage if you’d tried.

It does the trick, as it always does, and Eddie emerges from his shelter. He makes his rounds, saying goodbye to the kids, then turns to Steve to say something. You can’t make it out, but Steve responds with a nod, and brings Eddie into his chest for a hug. “Alright, we’ll pick you up in the morning, you gonna be ready to go?”

“I don’t need Mother Steve over my shoulder to make sure I’m ready to leave. Wayne will do it for you.” He pats Steve on the shoulder. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?” You join your friends in waving goodbye, despite the lingering heaviness in your chest. You’re worried about him, despite how many times you’ve told yourself he’s not your responsibility.

Eddie gets back into his bus, and it drives away, leaving the rest of you at the fork in the road. The kids take the left to Dustin’s, and you follow your friends and bandmates back to the Wheelers’. “I didn’t know Wayne still lived in Hawkins,” You start, hooking your arm through Steve’s. “I figured he would’ve left as soon as he could.”

Steve nods. “Guess it’s more difficult than that. But Eddie bought him a real nice plot of land on the far edge of town, and Wayne built the house.” Of course, Eddie bought Wayne a massive plot of land, that doesn’t surprise you at all. “What’s your deal? You haven’t visited the parents yet, everything okay?”

You shake your head. “They moved back to Boston after I graduated, they had no reason to stay, Dad quit his job because he missed the city so much. But they told me they’re coming to the show out there, so that’s keeping me going. It’s weird, being here now. Beyond you guys and the kids, this isn’t my home anymore.” You remember the day they told you they were leaving, and asked if you had wanted to come. By then, you and Eddie had already planned to move in together, but right now you were between jobs and Eddie had only just gotten signed. You’d moved into the trailer instead.

Steve wraps his arm around your shoulder. “You always have a home here, y’know. You can take the rockstar out of Hawkins, but you can’t take Hawkins out of the rockstar. Prime example just drove away.”

Your group reaches the front door, and you say your goodnights before dragging your tired body into the guest bed. Tonight, you sleep alone.

You’re back in the dark, this time going seemingly unnoticed as you watch the figures in front of you. You recognize Eddie instantly, even with his strange posture and soulless eyes. In front of him, the taller, lanky figure stalks around, surrounding Eddie with its massive arms and veiny body.

“You have succeeded in your mission, Eddie. You have eliminated the one thing holding you back. Whatever you do now, you do it without them.” The one supposed to be Eddie, he doesn’t say anything. He watches the figure as it moves, unfazed by the words it seems only to be thinking. The voice is disembodied, swimming through your ears, or living inside your mind, you’re not sure.

Before you can react, though, the limbs stretch, tangling themselves around to Eddie’s body. You can't move, can’t speak, only watch as the branches of its arms tighten around him, lifting him into the air before swiftly snapping his spine. The body falls to the ground with a thud, and you can’t scream, can’t cry, you can only watch the body of the boy you love bleed out in front of you, as it would have years ago if you hadn’t gotten there in time.

You’re woken up by Nancy barging through the guestroom door, panic on her face. “Hey, whoa, hey,” she hushes you, rubbing your back as you continue hyperventilating. “Another nightmare? Here, here’s some water.” She hands you the glass and you gulp, stopping only to gasp for air. “You wanna talk about it?”

You do, but you can’t bring yourself to start. The first thing out of your mouth is, “Where does Wayne live?”

“Wayne? Y/n, are you alright?”

“I’m fine, where does Wayne live?!” You try not to snap, but this anxiety inside you is not letting up. Nancy tells you the address and you barely register it, but you bolt out the bedroom door and down the stairs, slipping on a pair of abandoned sandals before throwing the front door open.

“It’s far, hold on a second, let me drive you.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” To your left, Mike’s bicycle lay against the side of the house, and you yank it towards you. “I’ll take his wrath for this, but I need to go now. I know you’re gonna try talking me out of it.” You throw your leg over the bike, amazed that it’s now too big for you considering you’d met Mike when he was several inches shorter than you.

“Okay, please be safe. Give me a call in the morning.” Nancy wraps her arms around you, and you lean your head on her shoulder. When she lets you go, you pedal away, only vaguely certain of the direction you’re going.

It takes you forty five minutes, but you find Wayne’s house. Out front, Eddie’s old, beaten box of a van sits on cinder blocks, and it makes your heart hurt. You shove that feeling aside like you do the bike, tossing it onto Wayne's front yard before sprinting to the door. It dawns on you, you have no idea what you’ll say, regardless of who opens the door, if anyone does. The light inside is on, and you think you hear music playing, so you say a quick prayer that you’re not disturbing anyone’s much needed rest.

You bang on the door before you can talk yourself out of it, and you don’t stop until it’s answered. When it swings back, Eddie basks in the glow of the porch light, draped in a torn tank top and plaid boxers, rubbing his eyes. “Y/n?”

You have to physically stop yourself from charging at him, throwing your arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. “God, I’m so sorry, did I wake you guys up?”

“No, you’re fine. I was just about to go to bed. You uh, wanna come in?” You nod sheepishly, and he moves to let you by, clicking the lock shut behind you. “Are you okay?”

You take in the living room before you, much bigger than the trailer you’re used to picturing Wayne in, but still very cozy. His mug collection is still on the wall, as well as pictures of him and Eddie, the Hellfire Club, and even a picture of you and Eddie from your senior year. It makes you smile to see you’re still part of the family. in Wayne’s eyes at least.

“Uh, well,”

“Right, stupid question. ‘Nother nightmare?”

You can't help it, you break. The tears fall from your face before you can make them stop, and your breath seems to leave your body. The sobs that erupt from your throat are strangled, broken noises, and you rush your hands to your eyes to cover them. You feel Eddie before you see him again, embracing you without a second thought, rubbing your back soothingly as he lets you cry. “We don’t have to talk about it. It was just a dream, you’re safe. I promise.”

You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your face into his chest to suffocate the remainder of your sobs. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Eddie. I couldn’t think of anything else, I couldn’t bring myself to tell anyone. I woke Nancy up and I still couldn’t tell her. It was so dark, I was so scared you were,” You pull your face away to look at him. He’s tired, you can tell, soft eyes carrying bags of sleep beneath them that he’s more than ready to put down, but he’s here with you instead. “I can go. I know you probably don’t want me here, just give me a second. I just had to make sure you were okay.”

Eddie shakes his head, holding you still. “You’re not going anywhere tonight. It’s way too dark, and I don’t have a vehicle to bring you back. I didn’t come here to get away from you. I just wanted to be somewhere quieter for tonight. That’s all.” He pulls you back into him, seemingly more for himself than for you. “You’re alright. Let’s go upstairs. I’ll give you the tour tomorrow.”

Eddie holds his hand out, and instead you hook yourself around his arm like a child reunited with your parent, holding on for dear life so as not to get lost again. Eddie leads you up the stairs, and down the hall to what you can only assume is the guestroom. When he opens the door, though, it’s far too lived in. Eddie has clothes in the closet, shoes on the ground, and records on the shelf in the corner. “I keep a lot of my stuff here. Wayne won’t let me take it to LA, thinks it gives me a reason to visit more.”

“Does it?” You sniffle, finally relaxing.

He shrugs. “I’m here now, aren’t I?” He looks you up and down, taking in the clothes you’d ridden here in. “You need something to sleep in.” He turns to his dresser, pulling out an Iron Maiden shirt and another pair of boxer shorts. “It’s not much but,” He holds them out for you, and you take them gratefully. “I can uh,” You’re already changing before he can finish, and you don’t care one bit that he didn’t even bother turning around.

“Thank you.” It’s a whisper, full of shame. You didn’t want to disturb him, to interrupt his time away from everyone. You’d been selfish, biking your way here just to see him.

“You don’t have to thank me. Or be sorry, for that matter. Never.” He pulls the covers back and climbs into the big bed.

“I can sleep on the couch, I know you probably want to be alone.” Even though you don’t, you can’t be right now. You would, though, for him.

“Absolutely not. Get in. Please.” It’s not a question, but you nod, and climb into the bed beside him. Before you can move, Eddie drags you into him, his arms closing around your waist, head burying into your shoulder. Instantly, you’re calm. Eddie washes over you, and you’re overwhelmed by his warmth, his smell, his soft breath on your neck. I’m safe, I’m safe, I’m safe. You repeat it to yourself until you’re dozing off, and Eddie’s breath evens out. You fall asleep with him wrapped around you, and you don’t have another dream.

chapter XVII

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please don't go (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: you open up to eddie about the emotional scars left behind my your past relationships

pairings: eddie munson x reader (all parties involved are over 18)

wc: 1,565

warnings: angst (hurt/comfort), slight n*fw (kissing, dry humping, MINORS DNI), eddie being the best boyfriend ever :’)

important note: this fic has NOT been stolen! i, the original writer, am reposting this on my new blog as my previous blog (spiderl0rd) was wrongfully deleted. as always, reblogs and comments are appreciated! || requests are OPEN || divider by @firefly-graphics

CRASH!

you nearly jump out of your skin as another deafening clap of thunder shakes the walls of eddie’s trailer. you glance up to see the brunette staring glumly out the window at the storm, a torrential downpour seemingly coming out of nowhere.

disappointed, you flop face-first into his mattress, letting out a frustrated groan. “welp, there goes our plans for the day,” he mutters to himself. you had been looking forward to spending your rare day off out on the town with your boyfriend but the weather, it seemed, had other plans.

you feel the bed sink as he plops down on the bed next to you, “don’t fret, babydoll. we can still figure something out. after things dry off out there, what d’ya say we take the van out to the lake and have a little picnic?”

you turn your head to look at him, a slight pout on your lips, “okay…”

“aw, no need to be sad, angel. c’mere,” he says, scooting up towards his headboard before patting his bare chest, beckoning you towards him. you oblige, slowly crawling up towards him and laying your head directly above his heart. absentmindedly, you begin to trace his tattoos with your fingertips as you let your mind wander. you never quite understood why people thought that they made him look scary because they were genuinely one of your favorite things about him.

it was moments like these that you cherished the most: just you and him curled into one another as the rest of the world melts away. with eddie being your first real boyfriend, you still were learning how to navigate the whole relationship thing. eddie, however, made being with him so easy. every time he looks at you, you would have thought you’d hung the moon. to him, you were everything and more.

it honestly scared you how much you loved him. before getting together, you had dated around a bit and sure, there were guys that you liked and had chemistry with, but those turned out to be none other than wastes of time. none of them held a candle to your eddie. just being in the same room with him made you feel like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. you know that if you were to ever break up, it would absolutely ruin you.

noticing your pensive expression, he gently pokes you in the middle of your forehead before asking, “what’s going on in that brain of yours?”

you just mumble a quiet “nothing,” not really knowing how to put into words how you were feeling.

“hey, don’t do that,” he scolds, softly tilting your chin up to look at him, “you alright?”

you attempt to laugh off his concern, “eddie, i’m fine.” his eyes dance back and forth between your own looking for any indication as to what’s got you so quiet before speaking up again, “you sure?”

“positive.”

not quite convinced, he just nods, not wanting to press the issue any further and end up causing you to close yourself off completely. he’s only able to observe you for a second longer before you lean up to press your lips to his, in desperate need of a distraction from your own racing thoughts.

his resolve quickly crumbles away as he pulls you in closer by your waist, his other hand gingerly cupping your cheek.

you immediately deepened the kiss, allowing yourself to massage his tongue with your own. he grunts at this as he pulls you into his lap, wanting to be as close to you as humanly possible. you gasp into his mouth as you feel the evidence of his arousal.

he moves his hands down to your hips, grasping them firmly as he urges you to roll them over his own. his lips detach from your for a brief moment before he begins trailing kisses along your jaw, lips brushing your ear, “you’re so beautiful,” he whispers before continuing his descent down the column of your throat, licking, sucking, biting, desperate to leave his mark.

your breath hastened but not from the intensity of the kiss. you felt your blood run cold, goosebumps erupting on the surface of your skin. your heart was beating so loud that you could barely hear yourself think. you attempt to break apart but eddie simply groans and pulls you in closer, not noticing your panicked state. you place a hand on his chest to push him away, “eddie, stop, i can’t breathe.”

he finally gets the hint as you hurriedly climb off of his lap, scooting towards the end of the bed to hide your face in your hands, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes that threatened to spill over.

“woah, woah, woah! baby, what happened? what’s going on?” he frantically asks, rushing to occupy the space next to you.

“nothing. i’m fine, okay? just… give me a minute.” you sigh, trying to gain your composure.

after a few moments of silence, you feel him cautiously place a hand on your thigh, rubbing soothing circles on the exposed skin. “y/n, can you please look at me?” you reluctantly lock eyes with him, hurt evident on his face. “what’s wrong?”

“noth-”

“-and don’t say ‘nothing’ because there’s obviously something very wrong.”

your mouth snaps shut as you mull over how to approach this conversation. he scoots closer to you, draping a comforting arm around your shoulders. he relaxes a bit when you show no signs of wanting to move away.

“please don’t shut me out. i want you to feel like you can talk to me. i want to be able to help you with whatever it is you’re dealing with. i can’t do that if you don’t let me in. please, let me in sweetheart.”

he’s right. you know that in order for you to take the next step in your relationship you have to allow yourself to be more open and vulnerable, regardless of how terrifying that may be. you release a shaky breath before nodding. here goes nothing…

“it’s not that i don’t want to be with you in that way, trust me when i say you have no idea just how badly i do. i’m just…scared, i guess.”

“shit, y/n. i’m so sorry if i got carried away. i never meant to pressure you or make you uncomfortable, i wasn’t thinking.”

“no, ed, it’s not that. please don’t apologize, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” you see his panicked expression soften, some tension leaving his shoulders at your reassurance.

“okay…” he trails off, gears still spinning in his brain as he tries to pinpoint what’s gotten you so obsessed. “if it’s not that then what is it if you don’t mind me asking?”

“it’s just-” you cut yourself off, contemplating how you want to word what you’re about to share with him, “in all of my past relationships, if you can even call them that, the guys would court me, sweet talk me. they would create this fantasy of a perfect future together and i would fall into their trap every single time. come to find out that they never even gave a fuck about me at all. they just wanted to get into my pants. once they got what they wanted, they would run for the hills, never to be seen or heard from again.”

he shifts to envelop your hands in his own, pulling them into your lap before you continue.

“don’t get me wrong, i know that’s not you. you would never pull some bullshit like that, but i can’t help the little part of me that’s terrified of waking up to an empty bed the next morning if we do decide to take that next step, y’know?”

“oh, angel. i’m so sorry.” he whispers, pulling you back onto his lap and resting his forehead against your own, gathering your thoughts. “i need you to know that you didn’t deserve that and what you’re feeling is completely valid. if i ever see those assholes, i’ll kill them for hurting my girl, i swear to god.”

you let out a tearful chuckle feeling some of your anxiety fade away, “no, you don’t have to do that. he laughs quietly, happy to see you smiling again, “okay, okay. in all seriousness though, you’re it for me, y/n. i knew it from the moment we had our first kiss in the back of my van. i’d wait for you forever.”

“really?”

“really,” he affirms, thumbing away your tears. you simply nod, grabbing his face in your hands before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “thank you.” he shakes his head, gently pulling your hands off of him and pressing them to his chest, right over his heart.

“no need to thank me. i’ll always show up for you, whatever you need, no matter the time, i’ll always come running,” he promises, peppering kisses on each of your knuckles. “now come on, i think we both deserve some rest,” he urges, pulling you up towards his headboard.

you rest your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around you. you feel him rest his chin on your head as he begins to rub soothing circles on your back,

“just close your eyes sweetheart, i promise i will still be here when you open them again.”

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