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honeybadgerwritings · 2 years

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Being Brave is Hard

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Requested: “can i request eddie munson comforting his s/o cause they are about to have surgery and have a phobia of hospitals and medical stuff.”

Warnings: Slightly graphic descriptions of panic attacks, vomit, pain, gore, medical procedures, and anesthetic sedation (needles).

A/N: HOLY SHIT GUYS this fic was supposed to be finished a little over a week ago, and I’m so sorry about the wait. I had to get emergency surgery to get my appendix removed, which is incredibly funny to me because of the contents of this fic. I stg I didn’t plan this, I either just cursed myself or predicted the future. Either way, it’s done and I’m still healing! Everyone enjoy!

Summary: Emergency surgery mixed with a girlfriend who has an intense fear of hospitals? Eddie is going to need all the help he can get.

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All you had wanted was a nice, calm, and relaxing morning where you could wake up on your own, and feel perfectly well rested. Where you could snuggle into Eddie’s arms for another ten minutes while he rubbed your back and stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

Maybe he’d hold you especially close because of how cold it is outside, and he’d want to keep you warm. Maybe he’d take pity on your tired self and let you sleep through first period of school, and the two of you could show up late. But luck was not on your side this morning.

Not at all.

“Baby c’monnn... you have to get up.”

You groan into your pillow in response as Eddie gently shakes your shoulder, lips resting against the shell of your ear. He had first woke you when he abruptly jumped out of bed, scaring the shit out of you. After that, he had maybe given you two minutes of peace while he got dressed before trying to get you out of bed. You were never really a morning person and he knew that, but this time something feels off.... you feel off.

Actually you feel like shit.

And the fact that he’s trying to peel you out of bed for school definitely isn’t helping. It doesn’t even make sense, Eddie hates school. So why the hell is he trying to drag your ass out of bed in such a hurry? You have no idea, and right now you don’t care. Your body feels like it weighs twice as much, your head is pounding, and your abdomen feels like it’s on fire.

“Eddie...” you whimper, trying to get him to take the hint. He only cooes at you, thinking you’re just exhausted, and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. You relish in the comforting touch, sinking back into your pillow as sleep begins to overcome you once more. Only for it to be ripped away immediately as the covers were pulled off you. You whine, instantly curling in on yourself as the cold air pricks at your skin.

“Nooooo...”

“Yesssss,” He mockingly whines back, “C’mon, get up. Breakfast will be ready in five.” He places a chaste kiss to your forehead before strolling out of the room, singing N.I.B. by Black Sabbath. You peel one of your eyes open to look at the clock on the wall. It read 7:15.

Too fucking early for this bullshit.

You sat up begrudgingly, blinking slowly before wiping the drool from the side of your mouth. Your bare legs are covered in goosebumps from the chilly October air that floods through the trailer vents. You slowly kick them over the side of the bed, feeling weighed down. You rest your head in your hands as the pain in your skull only grows with every movement. You couldn’t help but feel annoyance towards your boyfriend for the rude awakening he had given you.

You’re well aware that he’s not a mind reader, and probably couldn’t tell that you were not feeling well, but c’mon. Nobody wants to be woken up like that.

“Why the hell are you so excited about school you dipshit?” You whine, hoping he could hear you over his loud ass music.

“Hellfire tonight baby!” He calls back and you groan, remembering the end of his campaign was in fact tonight after school. You lift your head and stare into the mirror in front of you, taking in your reflection.

The dark Motley Crue tee of Eddie’s that you use as a sleep shirt matches the color of your eye bags, while the rest of you looks incredibly sickly. It was a startling sight to say the least. The ache in your abdomen resurfaces as you stand up, and you wince, stumbling your way through the door of his bedroom.

You‘re so confused as to why you feel like this. Last night you had fallen asleep with a slight stomach ache and now you think you’re dying. You can tell you have a fever just by how achey and sweaty you are, and your head feels like it’s spinning as you guide yourself to the bathroom using the walls.

You can hear Eddie dancing around in the kitchen as something sizzles on the stove. Normally you would laugh and make fun of him for his atrocious dance moves, but the smell of whatever the hell he has cooking goes straight to your gag reflex and you push your way inside the bathroom.

You find yourself on your knees in front of the toilet, dry heaving a few times before your dinner from the night before makes a reappearance. Tears spring to your eyes as the acid burns your throat, and you weakly call out for help the second you got the chance to breathe.

“Eddie...” you manage to choke out just in time before throwing up again. His voice begins to fade into earshot as he approaches the bathroom door.

“Uhhh baby? I sort of burnt the eggs so I think we’re just gonna have to stop at 7/11 on the way- holy shit.” He stops in his tracks, freezing as he takes in the sight before him. He only pauses for a few seconds though, before he’s quickly making his way towards you, multiple panicked “shits” and “fucks” leaving his mouth as he does so.

He carefully maneuvers his way behind you, pulling your hair from your face and holding it back. His other hand rubs up and down your arm soothingly as you retch into the toilet. You can’t help the whimpers that leave you as the pain in the right side of your stomach becomes excruciating.

“Easy sweetheart, I gotcha. Just let it all out.” You cough and hack for a few moments, and his hand moves from your arm to pressing firmly into your back, his thumb gently stroking up and down your spine, “Breathe baby, you gotta breathe.”

You try your best to do so as the contents of your stomach begin to run low, your puking coming to an end. You rest your head against the toilet seat, too tired and in pain to care about how gross it might be. You don’t even notice that Eddie had left your side until he returns, a cool wet rag and a glass of water in hand. He crouches down to your level and gently lifts your head, wiping off your face of any sweat before cleaning around your mouth. The back of his hand finds your forehead as he checks for a fever.

“Jesus Christ, you’re burning up.”

Worry dances over his features as he brings the cup of water up to your lips, allowing you to sip it. You swish it around at first, before spitting it in to the toilet and pulling the handle to flush the contents down. You drink some more after that, relishing in the relief it provides your throat. Eddie stays there with you, still supporting your head as he hums in an attempt to soothe you.

Unfortunately, as soon as he pulls the glass away from your lips you’re reminded of the sweltering burn in your stomach. You wrap your arms around yourself and lean back against the wall, gasping in pain.

“Hurts... Eddie it hurts.” You whimper pathetically, eyes pinching shut.

“What? What hurts!?” He asks in a panic, his eyes scanning over you. He watches as your hands press against the right side of your stomach in an attempt to ease the pain. His hands gently place themselves over yours and he asks,

“Right here?”

You nod frantically, pained groans and whimpers leaving you as he gently pulls your hands away. He slowly pulls your shirt up to reveal your stomach, examining to see what could be wrong. From the looks of it you’re not hurt at all, and he breathes a sigh of relief knowing you weren’t hiding any injuries from him. He places his hand against your stomach, gently pressing into your skin to feel if something is wrong. You hiss in pain and reach out instantly, gripping his arm in a silent plea for him to stop.

“Shit- I know sweetheart I know, I’m sorry.”

He continues to gently prod around until his fingers find themselves over a very swollen section of your abdomen. He sucks in a breath at that, pulling away as soon as you cry out in pain. He reaches up, cradling your cheek to comfort you as he thinks about what to do. Your eyes close and you feel dazed and tired, leaning into his touch. He needs to get you to a hospital, but he knows you well enough to realize that you’d rather lay here and die than do that.

This was going to be a challenge.

“Okay baby c’mon. Let’s get you up okay?” You don’t protest as he reaches under your arms to pull you up, helping you stand on your feet. He wraps an arm around you as he guides you back to the bedroom. He sits you down on the bed while he scrambles around.

You can’t really register much besides the pain at this point, but you are able to feel the soft mattress beneath you and you hum.

“I can sleep again?” You ask, hopeful, your words almost slurring together. Eddie can’t help but chuckle, shaking his head as he approaches you with a pair of sweatpants and his slippers. (The bunny ones he made you swear to never tell anyone about.) He places a kiss to your temple before kneeling down in front of you.

“No no no, no sleeping right now okay?” You pout at that, not even noticing as he maneuvers your legs into the sweatpants, pulling them under you and up over your bum. He slides the slippers onto your feet with ease, before tying your hair up as best as he could incase you had to throw up again.

He helps you stand once more, guiding you out to the van and buckling you in. He hops into the drivers seat, quickly peeling off towards Hawkins ER. The ride there is fairly easygoing. He holds your hand the entire time, stroking it with his thumb anytime you groan in pain, and making sure you stay awake.

As he pulls into the parking lot he realizes just how smoothly this went. Even though you’re clearly out of it, he‘d never expected to be able to get you here so easily. He puts the van in park, and you lift your head in confusion.

“Where are we?” You whine, peeking your head out the window for the first time. You look up at the giant sign by the parking lot entrance that reads ‘Hawkins Emergency Room,’ and your heart drops at the same time as Eddie’s.

So much for this being easy.

“Baby...” he starts, but you don’t let him finish.

“No no no. Eddie... please take me home. I-I can’t-” you’re cut off by your own cry of pain as you try to scramble as far away from him as possible, your abdomen burning like crazy. He slides over to you and grabs your wrists in an attempt to prevent you from hurting yourself further. You continue to fight against him, tears trickling down your cheeks as you yell at him to take you home.

You eventually end up pressed against him, your back meeting his front while his arms keep you encased. You’re pleading now, begging him to get you out of here while you cry and struggle in his arms. He can’t stop the tears from filling his eyes as he holds you close, unable to prevent the sheer terror you must be feeling.

“Sweetheart please-” his voice cracks and you let out a sob. He rests his chin on top of your head, delicately swaying the two of you back and forth, “I want to help you, but you gotta let me.” He holds you impossibly closer to him, kissing the top of your head as he tries to will the tears away.

“Pl-please don’t make me go in there,” you beg again, “I hate hospitals...I-I hate them Eds. I-I’m fine really...please.”

For a minute he contemplates it. He wonders if it’d be easier than having you cry in his arms while you beg him to take you home. But he knows that’s not an option; You’re obviously not okay, and this wasn’t just some sickness you might have caught. Eddie’s no doctor, but he can tell well enough that the swelling in your stomach couldn’t be anything good. He needs to get you in there, but first he’s gotta calm you down.

“Listen to me,” He starts sternly, “You’re not okay and you know that. You need a doctor, and we’re not not leaving until you see one.” You sniffle in response, still trembling in his arms, and his tone softens, his hands gently rubbing up and down your arms. “You’re in pain baby, and I can’t make it go away on my own.” Your lip wobbles and you whimper,

“I-I can’t Eddie please-” you’re cut off once again by a yelp of pain as you clutch your abdomen again. You turn, burying your face into his chest as you cry. You know he’s right but you don’t want to admit it; hospitals are terrifying to you, and they always had been. It’s where people go to die whether they know it or not, and you really didn’t want to be next. Eddie places his palm on the back of your head and he shushes you, continuing to rock the two of you back and forth.

“Yes you can, I know you can. Wanna know why?” You peek up at him, your puffy eyes filled with curiosity, “Cause I’ve seen you do a lot scarier things than going to the hospital.” You huff out a breath, sniffling again.

“I mean come on, you traveled interdimensionally and fought off monsters. All while trying to kill that Vecna creep to save the world.” You wipe your nose with your shirt as you slowly calm down.

“Being brave is hard. Besides, you did that too.”

He kisses your forehead, “Yeah but you did it better.” You smile and he continues, “Besides, if it weren’t for you I’d be bat food.” You shrug, feeling bashful.

“Oh! And remember last summer when you snuck into the Wallace’s trailer to steal your money back, and you outran their Rottweiler?” You can’t hold back your giggle, nodding against his chest. “That beast almost got you too.” You whack him, sitting up and rubbing your tears away.

“Bonnie is not a beast. She’s adorable, and she only chased me cause she likes me. If it was you running it would’ve been a different story. Your ass would’ve been a chew toy.” He gasps, reaching back to cover his butt in mock fear.

“Not this ass, it looks too good! Especially in these jeans.” You laugh at his antics until you gasp, your stomach flaring up. Eddie watches you carefully as you try your best to breathe, and he places a comforting hand on your back.

“Hey, you’re safe okay? I’m not gonna let anything happen to you. I promise.” He murmurs and you take a deep breath, looking back up at him with a smirk.

“You swear on Dustin’s mother?” He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That’s a low blow.” You raise an eyebrow at him, awaiting his answer. “Okay yes. I swear on Henderson’s poor mother.”

You nod, letting out a breath.

“Alright...let’s get this over with then.”

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“I’m sorry, appenda-what?” Eddie asks, eyes filled with confusion.

“Appendicitis, it’s a condition where the appendix becomes inflamed and filled with pus— causing pain.” The doctor explains sliding on his rolling chair as he points towards the screen.

“Wh-what’s the appendix?” You squeak out nervously. Eddie’s hand rests on your shoulder, providing some comfort. When you and him had stumbled in, they immediately showed the two of you to a room and began to run some tests.

They initially wanted to do the tests in private, but after you had almost went into a full blown panic attack, the doctor and nurses agreed to let Eddie stay. They had given you some temporary pain killers and for a while that helped, but you were still shaking like a leaf in your hospital gown. It was obvious the staff was taking pity on you, but you didn’t want their pity.

You want to go home.

“The appendix is a narrow pouch that projects out from the colon. It really has no known purpose so removal of it would do little to no harm to you-”

“What do you mean removal?” You ask sharply, your tone immediately rising to a panic. The doctor pauses for a moment, as if trying to figure out the best way to tell you this.

“Well you see, appendicitis is considered a medical emergency because if it is left for too long it will eventually caused the appendix to burst or rupture.” You hold your breath, awaiting the dreaded words that were about to leave his mouth. You could feel Eddie bracing himself for your reaction as he slowly moved closer to you.

“A burst appendix is incredibly painful and life-threatening, which means it requires immediate surgery for removal and the cleaning of your abdominal cavity.”

In your mind you’re already gone. You’re sprinting down the hallway, trying to get as far away from that dreaded hospital room as you possibly could. Not once looking back. But here in the present? You’re frozen in place and completely filled to the brim with dread. Almost as if one more drop would cause everything to spill over. Your eyes were completely unfocused and your breathing was picking up rapidly.

“Woah woah woah hey...” Eddie starts, sitting on the edge of the bed next to you. The doctor immediately makes his way closer, placing his hand on your arm, but you aggressively flinch away towards Eddie. A cry leaves your lips and everyone in the room jumps at the sound of it. You’re scared, you’re so scared.

“Y/N it might be best if we-”

“Hey uh listen Doc,” Eddie cuts him off, “I know you’re all um medical professionals and shit but...you guys really freak her out man. I think she just needs some space.” The doctor’s eyebrows furrow.

“I understand that but it’s urgent that we perform the surgery-” you visibly flinch at the word, “before her situation becomes any worse.” Eddie huffs out a breath, his hand rubbing your back as he tries to figure out what to do. His eyes scan over your rigid form for a moment, registering just how terrified his poor girl must be feeling.

“Just... give me five minutes with her okay? Someone’s gotta calm her down and I know that won’t happen if any of you try to do it. Please.”

The man pauses for a few moments before eventually nodding, ushering the nurses out of the room before following them shortly after. As the door shuts behind them, Eddie scoots further onto the bed, situating himself in front of you, taking your face in his hands.

“Hey...can you hear me?”

You’re staring past him, eyes completely unfocused as your mouth moves, revealing the thoughts that are swirling around in your head, almost like a tornado.

“Oh god.... oh god I’m gonna die I gonna die- Eddie I don’t want to die oh god-” you gasp out, your thoughts and words completely jumbling together in a messy pile of fear. You’re trembling under his touch as his thumbs gently stroke your cheeks.

“No no no, you’re not gonna die- Hey!” He taps your left cheek lightly, trying to snap you out of whatever panicked daze you’re in, “Hey look at me.” Your eyes slowly but surely move to meet his, a look of recognition filling them. “Can you hear me?”

It takes you a second to fully register what he had said before you force a nod. He huffs a quick breath of relief before speaking again,

“Listen to me, you’re not gonna die. You’re gonna be just fine okay? I promise.” He moves closer to you, scooting forward in a gentle attempt to bring you into his arms, knowing that you could snap if he wasn’t careful. He pulls you snug against his front and you wrap your arms around him. You lean your head against his chest and take in his musky scent, listening to his heartbeat.

You can’t stop the tears from finally escaping your eyes as you wheeze the air from your lungs. Eddie can feel them soaking the front of his shirt and he’s quick to cradle your head with one hand while he rubs your back with the other. “I know. I know it’s scary baby, I’m right here.” he mutters, his voice like honey. His hand moves from your hair to your neck, holding it gently. It gives you a sense of feeling grounded, like you aren’t going to wither away from fear.

“There we go, deep breaths. Just follow me sweetheart.” There was the slight firm edge to Eddie's voice before he modeled a couple of deep breaths for you to follow along with. Your rapid breathing slowly begins to dissipate back into calm relaxed breaths as he holds you.

“God I’m so pathetic...” you huff out, sniffling. He squeezes the back of your neck ever so gently and you pull back to look at him. His hands find your face once again, thumbs wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“You’re anything but pathetic baby. It’s okay to be scared sometimes you know...” you shake your head in denial and his hands move to rest on your shoulders, “I mean it. Don’t sell yourself short sweetheart, and that’s coming from the guy who’s afraid of bats.”

You huff out a laugh, “You have a good reason to be afraid of them though-”

“And you have a good reason to be afraid of this place. Trust me, even I’m getting freaked out,” He visibly shudders, “Besides, that doctors receding hairline is pure nightmare fuel.”

You bury your face in his shoulder trying to stifle your bouts of laughter. You feel Eddie smile against your head as he places a chaste kiss into your hair. “You better hope you don’t lose your hair one day, or I’ll never stop telling you the same thing.”

“These precious locks?” He dramatically flips his hair over his shoulder, “They aren’t going anywhere. I don’t care how many hair growth products it takes, I refuse to go bald.” You continue to giggle into his shoulder, hoping that the doctor couldn’t hear your conversation through the door.

Just as that thought crosses your mind the door clicks open and the doctor makes his presence known through the clearing of his throat. He didn’t seem overly upset which was a good sign that Eddie’s comment had been kept between the two of you.

“Are we all set to get started? I can give the two of you a few more minutes if you would like?” Eddie pulls away and sits back on his heels as he takes your hands in his. He studies your face for a few seconds before titling his head back, gesturing to the doctor. He gives your hands a reassuring squeeze,

“What do you think sweetheart?” You close your eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before slowly nodding your head.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Within about 30 minutes you had been moved to the surgery wing of the hospital, and everything was set up for you to be given the anesthetic to be put under. You were shaking like crazy but Eddie stayed with you the whole time. He was informed that he would be allowed to stay with you until you were officially sedated. Part of you wishes he could stay the whole time but that was just your anxiety talking, you knew neither of you would actually want him to stick around while you’re being cut into and operated on.

“You ready?” Eddie asks you, and you look at him nervously. His hand is squeezing yours lightly, trying his best to keep it steady and keep you grounded. You shake your head lightly. “Not really, but I kind of have to be at this point.”

He chuckles, reaching up to tuck a loose strand of hair that had fallen out from the hair net behind your ear. “That’s the spirit...I think?” You smile and shake your head at him. Just then another doctor comes up to your right side, gently taking your arm into her hands.

“Alright Y/N, I’m going to administer the anesthesia now. It should put you to sleep within roughly two to four minutes. You’ll be completely safe and in good hands the whole time, I’ll personally make sure of that. Are you ready?” Her words helped to slightly ease your panic and you nod slowly. She lifts the syringe to the small tube that had been inserted into the vein in your wrist, and you watch as she empties it out, letting it flow into your veins. You don’t feel any different at first, and it isn’t until you open your mouth to speak that you feel anything at all.

“Is it working?” You ask, your words slurring out with a giggle. Eddie smiles, reaching up to stroke your cheek and you hum and the feeling.

“I think so baby.”

A moment later you’re pouting, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open. But Eddie’s thumb on your cheek was very sleep inducing...oh and the drugs too. But mostly his thumb.

“I don’t wanna sleep.” You mumble grumpily, and Eddie raises an amused eyebrow at you, “Oh really? Why not?”

“M’ gonna miss you.” Your tired eyes finally begin to droop and his eyes soften at your words, the smile never leaving his lips. He can hear some of the nurses giggling at your response, and even a mumble of ‘They’re so adorable’ being whispered into the air. He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment.

“Don’t fight the drugs on my account.” He jokes, and you huff out a tired laugh in response. He continues, “And no need to miss me sweetheart, go ahead and close your eyes. I‘ll still be here when you open them again.”

“Promise?” You mumble, on the verge of unconsciousness.

“I promise.” And that’s the last thing you hear before tumbling into a deep slumber.

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Beeping is the first thing you hear as your body starts to wake up. Snoring is the second. The cold bite of the hospital air is the first thing you feel. A warm hand in yours is the second. And the bright white light emitting from the fluorescent bulbs is the first thing you see.

Eddie’s sleeping form is the second.

It takes you a few moments to even register where you are or what happened to you before everything slowly starts to flood back into your memory. You swallow, your throat feeling dry as your eyes attempt to get used to how bright the room is.

You look back at Eddie, admiring how cute he looks when he sleeps. His mouth is open too, his tongue barely poking out. He looks so peaceful.

Not for long.

“Psst. Eddie.” You whisper, trying to get his attention.

“Eddie, hey.” You say a little louder. He doesn’t even move. You roll your eyes and huff,

“HEY EDDIE!” You shout as best as you can, giggling as he startles awake, standing up, hands in the air as if he’s ready to karate chop someone. His panicked eyes scan the room before eventually landing on your amused form.

“You. Fucking. Brat.” He grits his teeth, sitting back down. “After everything I do for you? And you wanna play that game?” He grumbles, pouting.

“I just missed you. How long was I out doofus?” You giggle some more, teasing him.

He rolls his eyes at you, “Three hours, and you know, you were a lot nicer to me when you were on drugs.” Your eyebrows furrow for a moment, not recalling anything after the nurse had explained what was going to happen.

“Why, what did I say?” Now it’s Eddie’s turn to mess with you.

“You confessed your undying love to me, right before telling your doctor all about his receding hairline.” He lies, watching as your face drops in horror.

“I did not...” you try to deny, not recalling anything he was telling you, but he just smirks and nods. “Oh but you did sweetheart. And he did not seem impressed.” You groan, dropping your face in your hands, feeling completely mortified.

“Noooooo....” you whine, but he just laughs at you. You attempt to sit up more but you gasp in pain at the sharp sting emitting from your side.

“Hey, take it easy baby,” He scolds, gently pushing you to lay back down, “You just got out of surgery, you’re not gonna recover immediately.” You huff out a frustrated breath.

“How long am I supposed to stay here then?” You ask and he bites his lip, knowing you’re not going to like his answer. “Two days.” You throw your head back again, groaning again about how unfair this all is before your head shoots up once more.

“Wait, what about Hellfire? You can’t stay here, you have to go and finish the campaign! Especially when all the boys are so excited about it! It’s only five o’clock, you can still make it if you leave right now. Just take the van and come back afterwards, I can wait for you I promise. I’m sure this TV has something entertaining for me to watch while-” you’re cut off by his soft lips meeting yours. You squeal in surprise as his hands gently hold your face. He pulls away, forehead resting against yours,

“Calm that pretty little head of yours,” he chuckles, “I already called all of them and postponed it to next week.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“You...postponed hellfire? Eddie you never do that.” He leans back, smiling at you, “I’d do anything for my girl, besides, they’d all get crushed without you there.” You blush at that, burying your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry about today, I know I totally overreacted-”

“Don’t be sorry. You know I don’t mind taking care of you. I just don’t like seeing you so upset.” His fingers glide down the side of your neck, providing a small form of comfort.

“Well I can officially say that I’m slightly less afraid of hospitals now.” Eddie looks up at you hopefully, “Wait really?”

“No.” You laugh.

Just then the door clicks open and your doctor from earlier walks in, smiling at the two of you. He begins to explain what would be expected of you during your recovery process, and Eddie holds your hand the entire time.

He glances over to you, his eyes dancing over your features in complete adoration. He’s so happy that you’re okay and looking healthier. He didn’t know what he’d do with himself if you didn’t end up fine. And it’s not hard to notice just how relaxed you are. Whether you want to admit it or not, he knows you’re definitely more comfortable here than you were before, and he’s incredibly proud of you for that.

But he’s even more proud of himself when you begin to apologize to the doctor for your “comments” on his balding head. And if he not-so-proudly explains everything to the doctor and takes the blame after you fall asleep, he might just keep that to himself. Because nothing is more important to him than you.

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hellfire-puppet · 2 years

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King & Queen / Eddie Munson x reader

This is my first ever smutty fanfic, so be gentle with me.

NSFW, minors gtfo and dni. ⚠️Warnings: rough sex, fem receiving oral sex, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex(I stg y’all better wrap it up or else), drugs, weed, orgasm denial kinda, LOTS of pet names, spit, it’s pure p**n with a smidge of fluff so there’s that, let me know if I missed anything! I hope all of you sluts enjoy. :*

Summary: you’re thinking of your wild, passionate night with the one and only, Eddie Munson and how he absolutely worshipped you while you make breakfast. He sneaks up on you for round 2.

You woke in an absolute tangle of sheets. Eddie’s pale, naked body barely covered, breathing heavily with sleep right next to you. You immediately smile and blush. You knew his uncle would be gone for the weekend, but you still slipped your underwear back on, and pulled his Hellfire shirt from the floor and quietly made your way to the kitchen. You figured he had worked up an appetite too, because you were starving. You find some eggs and bacon in the fridge and went with that.

You can’t stop blushing as your scrambling the eggs. You got absolutely laid last night. You didn’t expect Eddie’s absolute dominance over you. The way he listened to your wants and needs…You melted like butter for him.

You’ve known Eddie for quite some time. You’ve played several one shots with the Hellfire Club. Mostly, you just went over to his trailer when you needed weed, or an escape in general. Eddie would usually invite you to smoke before you left after making your purchase. You always accepted and stayed longer than you intended. Listening to him play his guitar, talking about the horror movies you both like, different tattoo ideas you both had. Just shooting shit, really. You’d sometimes catch him staring at you, but you were better at hiding your stares. He hardly ever caught you licking your lips as you watched his fingers strum his instrument, his hair bobbing up and down when you would blast music in his room.

What else can those fingers do?

How would those cold rings feel on your warm skin?

You woke up yesterday thinking of Eddie. He lingered in your mind from a dream. You didn’t remember the dream, you just remember his words “yes, fuck me, princess”.

Princess.

Imagining his mouth forming those words to you made your legs quiver. You touched yourself to thoughts of his mouth all over you, your lips, your collarbone, your tits, your stomach, your hip bones, fingers trailing your panty lines around your folds while his lips still traveled lower, until his tongue flicked your most sensiti-…you couldn’t finish the daydream. You were already at your peak and you whispered his name. Eddie

You had to see him today. You called to make sure he was home. You said you needed more weed. “Come on over, little one”. His voice was mesmerizing to you, you could hear him smiling into the phone. You had to have him today. Now.

Back to reality again as the bacon started popping, but it didn’t last long. You bite your bottom lip just thinking of his face as you walked through his front door. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Goddamnit. Fuck. It was like he knew that you had just touched yourself to the thought of him not hours earlier. He was leaning on the doorway into his trailer, arms across his chest. Your breath caught quietly in your throat and he had a knowing smile on his face. He knew. You both somehow managed to keep your interaction chill. At first.

You did your normal exchange and he asked if you wanted to smoke with him and listen to some Iron Maiden. You accepted, as always. You plopped down on your back on his bed, like you casually often do. He laid next to you. Being respectful and leaving some space between you. He lit the joint he had just rolled prior to you showing up. You both passed it back and forth in comfortable silence, seemingly forgetting that you initially were going to listen to music.

“How was your morning, little one?” Eddie said lightly, finally breaking the silence. You loved his nickname for you, but you wanted more. This was too friendly. You wanted him to call you something that sounded like you were his. And my god, did you want to be his.

You were in a mood. You were feeling feisty. The weed wasn’t helping a bit. You wanted to blurt out exactly how your morning was. You wanted to tell him you wanted him to fuck you right then and there.

“It was magical. Do you want to hear about it?” You smirked to yourself. Like leading a lamb to slaughter.

“Of course I do”. He said with a little bit of anticipation that you could tell he was trying to hide.

“I woke up and touched myself”. The weed was definitely helping you speak so bluntly.

Eddie, taken aback, eyes wide “Oh? Is that right, little one?” You could hear him smiling again. He turned towards you and propped his head up with a pillow and crossed his arms over his chest. “Do you care to elaborate on that a little more? I’m interested.” He was smirking now. He knew. The bastard.

“I was thinking of you. I think of you a lot. Especially when I’m touching myself”. You full on blushed, unable to look Eddie in the face but it felt so damn good to finally tell him, to have it all out there with nothing else to hide behind.

“Tsk, tsk, little one. I could tell your voice was a little angsty this morning over the phone, but not quite afterglow angsty” Eddie bit his lip and laughed, enjoying this way too much.

You joined his laugher and covered your face. You couldn’t believe you had just told him your deep, dark secret.

“Don’t feel embarrassed, princess. I think of you a lot too” he inched his face a little closer to your hair.

Princess.

You uncovered your face and turned toward Eddie.

“Shut up! You do not!” You smiled, trying to ignore the volts coursing through your whole body at his words.

“I couldn’t lie to you.” He was still smirking. “Especially when I’m touching myself”. He winked at you.

You laid there, staring into each other’s eyes. In a hazy weed induced daze for what felt like forever, before you finally said, “goddamnit, Munson just kiss me already!”

Eddie wasted no time gracefully closing the gap between you, it made you close your eyes but you could feel his hair tickle your face and his breathe close to your mouth. “With pleasure” he laid his lips on your and you immediately opened your mouth for him to enter, he snickered. “Well, you are ready for me, Princess, aren’t you”. You didn’t answer, you shoved your fingers into his hair and tilted your head to allow him more entrance as your tongues acted like they were trying to annihilate the other. You both moaned in unison, which only egged the passion on more.

Eddie sits up and brings you with him, shoving both of your legs to either side of him. Your hands found his chest as you explored. He took a turn digging his fingers into the back of your hair, got a fistful at the base of your scalp, gently at first and then suddenly yanked back. You gasp loudly and then moan, eyes locked on his, breathing heavily. He smiled devilishly. “What do you want me to do now, princess?” His other hand dug into you denim clad thigh. He was in total control and you were beside yourself with lust.

“I want you to fucking ruin me, Eddie Munson”. You said, breath still heavy.

“You don’t know what you just asked for, princess. But as you wish”. Eddie said as he let go of your hair, put both of his hands under your thighs and flipped you onto your back with finesse. “Oh god, Eddie”, as you licked your lips and smirked. You were ready for whatever it was he had in store for you. He stood up in front of you and dragged you closer to the edge of the bed.

“You are a little slut, aren’t you?” His eyes were dark, lustful and needy. “Are you sure you’re ready? I’ve thought about this for a long, long time.”

“Eddie. Please…” you were barely able to form words. You were burning from the inside out, and he had barely touched you yet.

“Well, since you asked nicely” he smirked again.

He hastily unfastened your jeans and yanked them down. You lifted your hips to help him. “Good girl. You’re a good little slut”. The smile never leaving his lips. You could see his bulge pressing against his own jeans and you bit your bottom lip.

“Don’t get hasty now, baby. I’m going to take my sweet time with you.” Eddie was pulling your jeans off of your feet. Your head was swimming. How did he know you wanted him to be rough with you? How did he know this is exactly how to drive you the craziest? You meshed too well. Why did it take you so long to tell him?

You were moaning in anticipation. This was clearly pleasing him, egging him on. “Use your words, Princess. I want to hear you”.

Your underwear were already soaked. You could feel the wetness pooling as soon as his lips landed on yours. “Eddie, I want to fuck your face” you groaned out, wiggling under his fingers teasing the outside of your underwear.

Eddie’s eyes brows shot up. He didn’t expect you to be this vocal, so needy, so demanding. “Is that so, princess?” You were driving him wild. Your yearning was making it hard to keep himself under control. “Take your shirt off.” He said smiling. You leaned up and obeyed. Braless tits bouncing before his eyes. He groaned loudly.

“I have wanted to worship your body, this pussy for so long”. Your turn to moan and you even let out a whimper. This is everything you wanted. He grabbed the sides of your underwear and yanked them down your legs. His eyes were stuck on your wetness. His mouth slightly hanging open. His dark eyes finally met yours. “You are so fucking perfect. I cannot wait to devour you.”

He went down to his knees, eyes not wavering from yours. Your breath started to pick back up again. You were leaning up slightly on your elbows, watching Eddie’s every expert move. His hands landed on your thighs, gave them a rough squeeze before shoving them far apart. Eyes finally finding your wetness again and he groaned once again. His desire for you was making your heart do flips. He took his ring adorned hands and spread your folds wide open. You were nearly shaking. It had only been moments since his lips were first on you, but it felt like way too long.

“Look at you, beautiful. You are pouring for me.” he shocked you for a moment as he spat onto your pussy. You didn’t expect it, but you couldn’t have found it any hotter. “Not that you need it” Eddie winked, and without any more warning, his tongue dove for your clit and immediately starting lapping around in circles. You threw your head back and moaned loudly, not holding back. You felt two fingers poking your hole, also making circles, testing your tightness. Feeling how wet you were. “Goddamn” he mumbled into your pussy then started to suck on your clit as you groaned wildly and bringing your head back down. Eddie ate your pussy like it was the last meal he would ever eat. Devour you he did.

“God, finger me Eddie!” You exclaimed, tired of all this teasing.

“Mmmm, good girl. I love to hear it” he wasted no time and shoved both fingers all the way inside of you, your noises only got louder and he made a come hither motion with them. You grabbed his hair once more, “yes, baby!” Eddie said excitedly, knowing what was coming. You guided his head, you bucked against his tongue and fingers and fucked his face. “Yes, use me you little slut” he mumbled into you. Within no time you wear nearing your peak, it was coming fast as you yelled out his name. Eddie could tell you were almost to your release and all the sudden he removed your hand from his head, fingers from your hole and tongue from you clit. Your eyes shot open wide, completely breathless and stunned.

“Oh, no, no my tasty girl. Not yet. Patience is a virtue” he clicked his tongue and smiled. Licking one finger and savoring your taste, he shoved the other finger in your mouth and you immediately started lapping your tongue around, sucking your taste from him. “Fuck. You are incredible” he said, you were whining from the sudden stop of the pleasure he was giving you. “Eddie. Fuck me. Fuck me right now” you pleaded with him.

He smirked, as you lunged forward and started working at the button and zipper of his jeans. “Fuck, princess.” He said as you reached forward. Eddie allowed you to take his jeans off. You shoved his boxers down and his dick bounced up and slapped his stomach. You gasped at his size and he grunted at the release of his member. “You think you can take it all in, princess? Can your little pussy handle it?” He shoved you back down on your back, still standing, looming above you and you groaned in eagerness.

“Yes, I want to take it all. Don’t be easy on me.” You said, he raised his eyebrows and pumped his dick a few times with his hand, you were practically shaking with want. “Are you sure you’re ready? This isn’t going too fast?” The lusty darkness in his eyes changed to the soft Eddie you have known. “Eddie. If you don’t put your dick in me now, I will put it in myself” you panted, you couldn’t stay still. It was like your hips had a mind of their own, searching for something to fill you up. Eddie chuckled softly before his eyes turned dark again. “You are a greedy little slut, aren’t you? I can tell you’ve thought of this as much as I have.” He pursed his lips slightly as he drug his thumb over your clit you gasped, the touch was too soft. He began circling the tip of his dick at your entrance, you started to buck your hips toward him but he grabbed your hip with the hand he was using to rub you with to hold you in place.

You groaned in frustration, his breath was getting heavy, “patience, baby”. His voice was low, eyes absolutely entranced by your wetness pooling around the tip of his dick. You groaned again “Eddie, please. Please!” That knowing yet evil smile spread across his face again. With that, he started to push his tip inside you, having to hold your hip down even tighter as they tried their damndest to push him inside you further.

“You just have to have it your way, don’t you Princess? Go ahead, baby girl” he lifted his hands from you and you immediately wrapped your legs around his back, his length slowly slid the rest of the way inside you with ease and you both yelped out a loud “oh!” He was going to let you go to town, but he couldn’t wait, you felt too good. Hands back on your hip, he drove himself even further into you and you both groaned loud, not holding anything back. You didn’t expect him to be so loud. You didn’t expect him to keep his eyes open and on you. He locked his eyes on yours and started a slow pace, it was blissful. The intensity in his eyes, the steady rhythm of his pace, you felt like you could explode. You grabbed one of his hands and placed it around your neck, his eyes widened and he pressed the sides gently. You hissed with pleasure as your eyes rolled back into your head. “Goddamnit” Eddie’s said through clenched teeth as his pace quickened. His dick was stretching you out deliciously, touching the place inside that nearly brought tears to your eyes. You gasped loudly, he groaned almost in unison. He was feeding off of your pleasure as much as his own.

“Eddie, fuck me harder” you exclaimed, not holding back the volume of your voice. He released your throat and chuckled lightly. He slowed his pace down again and you groaned and writhed beneath him. This went on for an agonizing minute before you’d had enough. You reached your hand up and grabbed his cute, smug little face and bore into his eyes. “I said fuck me harder Munson.”

Eddie smirked and immediately obliged. His smirk quickly fell into a face contorted with focus. He refused to cum, but he could have at any second. The feeling of your walls squeeze his dick so well, your absolute yearning and your demands. It made his head swim. He has never been with someone who not only knew what they wanted, but told him like you did. Demanded it. And what you wanted was him. Eddie grabbed for your throat again, which released a colorful string of words from your mouth.

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Until you cum inside me. I want to watch you cum.” You moaned out, anticipating Eddie’s face contorting into absolute bliss, tensing up as he railed you and finding his release.

But instead, Eddie lands a kiss on your lips, you invite him in and you spend several minutes like this. You thought he would get his fuck in and be done but he was relishing you. Your body. This moment. Even in all of the lust, he was worshipping you. He wanted to savor you. His hands were all over you, exploring every single inch. Your hands were buried deep in his hair and you both moaned. He leaned up from your mouth and used his thumb to make circles around your clit again, it was mind numbing. His pace quickened until he was slamming into you as your voice got higher, your walls tightened around him. “Eddie, I’m close, I’m about to cum” you gasped, you felt your world exploding, falling apart in the most delicious way possible, you yelled his name over and over, your muscles spasming, and that’s all be needed to hear. Your screams filled the room and he threw his head back and yelled out your name. His face looked beautiful, you wanted to see him fall apart like this forever. He took a moment then he collapsed on top of you as gently as he could. Covered in sweat, both of you gasping for air.

After a moment to catch your breath, he slipped out of you and laid next to you, nothing but adoration in his eyes. He tucked some loose hair behind your ear and smiles the sweetest smile, almost like you didn’t just have the most mind blowing sex of your lives. “I am so glad you came over” his words seemed giddy almost. “I’m glad I decided to reveal my deep dark secret” you laughed.

You laid there wrapped up in each other for hours, just talking about sweet nothings until sleep found you both. “I would love to do that again sometime, if that’s ok?” Was the last thing he said. You sighed, and he knew that meant you wanted absolutely nothing less.

Back to the present. You take a deep breath as you put the eggs and bacon on a plate. Your cheeks are red from the memories. You put both plates of food on the counter and decided to search the fridge for some juice or milk. Meanwhile, Eddie had woken up and thought you had left until he heard some noise on the kitchen. Knowing it couldn’t have been Wayne. Eddie didn’t even bother putting clothes on as he crept into the kitchen. He blushed himself once he realized you had made breakfast. If he wasn’t so horny, he might had shed a tear at such a sweet gesture. In a swift motion, he grabs you from behind as your bent over looking in the fridge.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Eddie!” You squealed, both of you smiling like fools. He picked you up and set you on the counter. “You made me breakfast” his grin never ceasing. You bit your lip and nodded shyly. This was new to you. You weren’t sure how to proceed. “I appreciate it. No one but Wayne has ever made me breakfast. You know, I called you Princess yesterday…” he trailed off, he scooted you closer to the edge of the counter, in a swift motion lifted you slightly so he could take your panties off and then got to his knees. You gasped lightly, shocked but more than happy with where this was going. He lifted both of your legs and wrapped them around the back of his head like he was wearing you as a crown. “…I shouldn’t have” his eyes never leaving yours until now, he let his fingers graze over your folds, teasing around your clit. He smirked and raised his eyes back to yours “you’re no princess. You’re my fucking Queen.” He said and dove face first into your pussy like a starved man.

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