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ratskcoreddie · 10 months

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finish what you started

(bully!eddie x fem!reader)

introduction: eddie had always been so mean to you growing up and had been getting progressivly worse with the coming years. now a senior you celebrated your last homecoming at a party you unwilling attended. you just hoped you wouldn't run into the man you dreaded most. [WC: 10k] this started as a request but developed into this monster. it wasn't really proof read and is all over the place but i really love it. check out the request @honeybelle99 sent here!

tropes: enemies to lovers. porn with plot. oblivious to love.

warnings & tags: 18+, bully!eddie, fem!reader, slight angst, self doubt, strong language, suggestive language, swearing, drinking, teasing, smoking, sexual tension, dominance, eddie is mean in a teasing way, nicknames, eddie being a simp, confessions, intoxicated sex, unprotected sex, this isn't proof read.

parings: bully!eddie x fem!reader.

you shouldn’t be here. you didn’t like parties in the first place. it was your boyfriend that had convinced you that you deserved a night out after a successful homecoming at hawkins high. it had been a long busy week for all the students and apparently now it was time to “let loose”. there were parties being hosted everywhere throughout the small town but the real rager was being thrown at steve harrington’s. anyone who knew someone, who knew steve, got in. it was why you had an invite.

you yourself didn’t know steve much, but you had been a victim of his long time best friend, eddie munson. that awful man doubled as your sworn enemy.

class of ‘86 had grown up together from pre-k to senior year. eddie had always been a year ahead of you until recently when he was held back. you dreaded that he had been pulled from graduating. the first three years of your high school career the asshole would pick on you. you thought you would’ve been free by now but you had underestimated his laziness and his determination to make every day for you living hell. you hated eddie munson. you hated how he treated you and his peers, how loud he was, how confident, you despised him. you couldn’t believe you still had an entire semester to go. and in the spring? you would be required to walk the same gradation stage as him.

his sadistic personality towards you was awful. each of his actions had become a blur but you loathed the recurring events the most. between classes he would slam your locker shut in your face just to hear you let out a pathetic whine at him. he’d pick on you at lunch time by pulling you to the side and saying the most vulgar things in your ear. after a few sentences you would lose your appetite and he’d steal your lunch. always casually walking away with a statement of “love that i can count on you, babe”. in shared classes he would steal your answers or convince you to let him borrow your notes (only because he needed to copy them for a test).

besides the thought of his looming presence, the party was grand. there were jocks running up and down the stairs with paint on their bare chest, girls were on the kitchen counter letting strangers do body shots off of them, trashy red solo cups littered the halls, and you heard someone announce that ‘king steve’ was about to take on an entire keg by himself. grand it was, the environment was still to busy for you. further deducting you to someone who absolutely did not like parties. to make things worse the taste of liquor on your tongue wasn’t muffling the impact of the overstimulation one bit.

you took another shot before you moved to the back door of steve’s home. you made an exit hoping to catch some fresh november air. regain your composure before going back inside to bum a ride off of anyone. your boyfriend had been missing in action for over an hour. pulling open the door gave you a sense of relief, as you pushed it shut the sounds of the crowd muffled. you took a step out onto the grass. it helped that this new environment was quiet, better yet, it lessened the chances of bumping into eddie.

so you thought.

you should’ve known you would’ve found him there. eddie wasn’t a fan of parties either due to his social class. he was sitting under a tree across the yard with a freshly lit joint in his mouth. you watched him from a few feet away. his sudden presence had made you wish to turn and run from him. he lifted his head slightly at you and gave you a sick grin. you could only stare. it was just the two of you in the dark yard. how reserved you both were from the rest of the student body made chills run up your spine. rumors weren’t sparse when it came to the devilish boy and he was always such an asshole to you at school. because of his behavior, a feeling of dread always sat at the bottom of your stomach. you couldn’t help but wonder if what you overheard was true. you had to face that reality being alone with him. part of you grew excited at the thought of being able to lash out at him now that he didn’t have his friends or a crowd of onlookers to perform for. the idea of giving him a taste of his own medicine pumping adrenaline through your body.

he grinned like a cheshire cat. his eyes sparkled at you under the moonlight. eddie continued playing with the joint between his teeth, rolling it with his tongue every once in a while. “what are you doin’ out here, sweetheart?” he laughed at you. “get lost looking for someone..?” he paused, “or were you looking for some trouble”. the lighter he must’ve used to light his smoke was dancing between his fingers. light from the moon was reflecting off of the silver as it sparkled. the object looked so small in his big hands.

you were quiet on your feet as you walked closer. you watched as the once seated tall dark figure moved to stand. he was just a shadow when you spotted him from the backdoor but as he moved the light of the house illuminated him. it wasn’t on purpose that you found him, it was more like fate. your curiosity urged you to find out what he was doing at the far end of the backyard. your mind raced as you began to think of what to say to him while you both slowly inched closer. before you even had time to think he was in front of you. he crossed his arms and snapped his lighter shut. you jumped. the action made him chuckle at you. the sound was low and from the depths of his chest. he puffed out his chest.

you puffed your chest back and glared at his nonverbal teasing. you thought you had caught a glimpse of nervousness on his face at your actions but that couldn’t be true. the two of you stared at each other for a bit. you couldn’t tell because of his hard exterior but eddie’s heart began to race. he had been drinking throughout the night too and being intoxicated always made his brain a little hazy. “hi, eddie”, you barked at him.

he liked the way you said his name in that tone. it was why he always pried and picked on you. you noticed his suggestive glance as he looked you up and down. a predatorial glint was swimming in his eyes. he wouldn’t ever admit it but he was hoping he would see you tonight, and god he was so glad the stars aligned. you were wearing a cute outfit. a swallowing brown patterned sweater on your frame, and hip hugging blue wide cut jeans. a jacket that was lined with fleece to keep you warm sat rested on your shoulders while your big boots tied the look together. eddie never understood what came over him when you were around but it was almost like you boosted his testosterone levels. the need to have dominance over you was astounding. he felt overly confident.

his adrenaline mixing with the alcohol in his body was dangerous.

“hi, pretty girl..” eddie bent slightly down to your eye level with his words. as he moved he puffed smoke out of the corner of his lip at you. you swatted it out of your face and coughed away from his direction to shield your embarrassment. after you had regained your posture you looked up to find the man leaning over your frame and laughing.

“hey!” you jabbed him in the chest with your finger to warn him to back up. he didn’t move an inch. “you’re such an ass, eddie. i wasn’t going to run away from you and give you the satisfaction this time. i wanted to be nice”. he giggled, “oh, baby i'm so so sooo sorry i’ve ruined your plans of being nice to me” he teased. “you wanna start over, doll? we can try again. promise ill be good for ya this time”. he smiled stupidly while standing up straight and waiting for your next greeting. his irises were dark and shielded by his eyelashes as he stared.

“i.. what are you doing out here?” you questioned him instead of offering a greeting like he thought you would. “oh, now you’re interrogating me? can i remind you that you were the one that walked out here and to me? i didn’t even have to whistle you over here”. he said the last statement as if you were some pet to him. “no, i'm not interrogating you, eddie. unless there’s something you shouldn’t be doing out h-...”, your words slowly died on your tongue as he raised an eyebrow and pulled the lit joint away from his damp lips. he laughed at your speechlessness, your body tensed.

“mhm”, he let the lit smoke fall to his side as his fingers pinched it tight. “wanna know a secret?” you slightly nodded. “i think you wandered out here to me because you’re nosey… you wanna know what the town's misfit gets up to when he’s not picking on his favorite girl, baby?” he gave you a wolfish smirk. you sent him a death stare at his gross pet names. “oh, don’t look at me like that, you know i love when you’re all pouty for me..” eddie lifted his hand to take his third or fourth drag of the night.

“god, you’re so gross. i'm so glad i won't have to hear your stupid insults when you leave next semester..” you tone was a whisper though you meant it. eddie acted overly insulted. “oww, words hurt, you know? it’s really rude to say something like that to someone that’s been such a constant in your life”, he smiled. you pushed a flat palm into his chest with as much force as you could muster. “oh so it’s fine for you to call me names?? but as soon as i do it your act crumbles?” you knew he was being sarcastic with his comment but it set you off, you continued, “i hear it almost everyday, ‘baby’, ‘sweetheart’, ‘doll’, and what about your favorites huh? ‘whore’, ‘slut’. what about those words, eddie?” each vowel you said was a blow to his chest. he stepped back from you but not before he grabbed your wrist to stop your assaults. he pulled you into a close proximity with his burning grip.

eddie had subtly and secretly pulled his hand holding his joint away from you, careful not to inflict a burn on your delicate skin. he would hate himself if he caused an accident like that but he didn't let his tenderness for you shine through his knives of assertion. “hey! you watch it!”, eddie growled at you. his tone almost shut your body down. you could tell he was mad now. “i only call you a whore because you deserve it. always fucking sucking face with your piece of shit boyfriend. i think you need the judgment. maybe if i keep it up i’ll see it less and less, hmm?” you cowered under his gaze and trembled in his grip. “oh i know why you came to find me now, you wanted to get me alone so you could take it all out on me didn’t you? wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine”. eddie read your mind. his grip loosened on you but you didn’t dare move. “whatever … an- and.. he can’t fucking kiss you anyways, such a slob with you”. he mumbles.

eddie didn’t elaborate his statement but he let it linger. it hung in the air over the both of you as he glanced at your lips. you caught him but he didn’t care, he studied them. they were damp with your hot breaths in the cold, almost winter air. he was breathing in what you were exhaling. he could smell your pretty perfume and shampoo. you felt your heart begin to race and your cheeks heated up the space between your bodies. he couldn’t shy away from his own doing the same. you wiggled against him to shift your body weight onto your other foot. he didn’t like your struggle. you felt him move his own feet with yours, eddie’s big boots boxing you in even more. you felt his hard metal belt buckle dig into the side of your hip. his cuff of his leather jacket was cold on the exposed skin of your wrist he continued to hold.

eddie smiled childishly at you. the new expression was something you hadn’t seen from him before. you moved your chin down to avoid his stare but as you pulled away, he just as easily let your wrist go and instead gripped your chin. with his thumb and pointer finger he held you. you fought to keep your eyes away from him to the best of your ability. eddie huffed, he pinched your face harder. “look at me”, as soon as you did you wished you hadn’t. his look was determined and sultry. his bangs framed his face messily. you had never been this close and his features were easy to get lost in. he was pretty, which was such a huge inconvenience for you to realize now that you were alone, it was dark, and he was this close. “don’t go shy on me after having that burst of attitude. c’mon you wanna give it to me? then give it to me, baby”.

your thoughts raced back to your boyfriend. you shouldn’t have been talking with eddie like this. you pulled away from him and turned your head back to the sliding glass doors of steve’s house. they looked so far away. when you looked back at eddie your eyes were wide. you noticed his tongue twirling the joint between his lips. waiting for a response from you. you dared to indulge. his gaze fell to your lips again. his cheeks burned red when he felt your stomach slightly bumping into his own. you stole a look at his lips like he had moments ago. you watched him nervously wet his lips. your cheeks blushed even deeper. eddie smirked at you and tested the waters of your new expression. he stuck out his tongue further and licked his sharpest canine tooth. you were mesmerized.

your stomach flipped. you wondered what he was thinking. “what do you know about kissing?” you blurted out without thinking. eddie coo’d at you “i know far more than your stupid boyfriend, i guarantee it.” eddie said with confidence. he crossed his hands over his chest, now that space was granted between you. you mirrored his actions and your forearms grazed his. you shrugged his suggestive gesture off. you were certain he was just bluffing. his rough exterior surely scared any girls he tried to smooth talk away, as he had tried many times with you.

but now you weren’t scared, now you were looking to pick a fight. you decided to ignore his comment about his kissing skills to avoid yourself from growing more hot. this conversation could easily take a more suggestive turn if you urged him on, and you weren’t going to let him win the stand off. you wracked your brain for ways to shut him down before speaking again. your next sentence tried to change the subject, but it definitely fell short.

“you’re right. he’s a shit kisser, but that’s none of your business and you don’t have to be mean about it.” the drinks you had doubled as truth serum. he whined pathetically at you, “wasn’t trying to be mean. if anything you’re being mean to me for a change.” you frowned, “seriously?”. “yeah, you told me i'm ‘such an ass’ and then started hitting me.. don’t think i deserved that. you’re so cold hearted, you know?” he giggled.

the playful banter you shared made you both smile. the absurdity of your dynamic was so dramatic. the buzz was hitting your system hard and he was right there with you. you watched eddie as he bent down at the waist to grab his almost empty beer off of the ground. he must’ve been babysitting that while outside by himself. when he raised back up he tilted his head back and drank the rest of the can. you watched his adam’s apple bob up and down while he chugged the golden liquid. a bit fell from the corner of his lips and down his throat. you watched as it dripped down to his shirt collar. when you reached the edge of the garment you noticed a tear. under the rip was his sharp collar bones. his pale skin contrasted against the darkness. you noticed a dark inky black line through the split of the aged t-shirt. it peeked at you. when he was done eddie dropped the can.

when he connected your eyes to his quicker than you could register, eddie noticed you watching him intently. the fresh liquor in his system gave him another boost of confidence. he stepped to you. the distance between you two closed just mere inches between your bodies in a now comfortable silence. his frame was large, his body casted a shadow that consumed you. you had always thought there wasn’t much of a height difference between you two, but now you weren’t as sure. no matter the inches and centimeters you tried to think about, the numbers didn't help to busy your brain. you knew even if there was a large difference, eddie was sure to make you feel small under him in anyway. that's how it has been your entire life.

you watched his left hand raise between your bodies and to his lips. still holding onto his darling joint. he submitted to placing it once again between his teeth. the hot cherry on the end was slowly dying because of the icy outdoors. you blushed as he caught you stealing another glance at his lips. you seemed so intrigued by him now, not angry or upset. eddie realized you weren’t just looking at his lips for no reason. the tension he craved was there. the tension he thought he would never be a witness to snap. he was always so desperate for you to see how badly he wanted your attention but it was hard for him to express his feelings and he knew it was even harder for you to catch onto his rude ass behavior translating to him flirting. he didn’t blame you for hating him after all these years, he hated himself for it.

your attentiveness caused his body to ignite. you wanted something more now, and he so desperately wanted to provide anything to you. he wished he could read your mind to know what you were thinking. his eye contact didn’t budge from yours as he slowly pulled his lighter back out of his pocket. when his fingers couldn’t quite grab a hold of it his eyes trailed away from yours and down to his jeans.

“fuck.” he grunted.

you felt frozen. the vulgar word was said in just a breathy whisper, it gave you goosebumps. not in a bad way like before, just different. he grabbed his lighter and put it between the two of you. his tone was gentler because of how close he was. making sure that you would know he wasn’t directing the term towards you and instead the inconvenience his overly tight pants were causing him. his hot breath brushed over the sparked flame putting it out and in its path you felt it on your cheek. he clumsily tried to light it again.

after the constant spin of the wheel and the strain of his hands, his actions snapped you out of your daze. when you realized he was trying to spark a flame. you let out a sweet giggle. eddie looked at you before watching you take the lighter away from him. he gave you a glare while you continued to laugh at him softly. it was directed at him but he didn’t feel spiteful like he usually did when people laughed at him. eddie craved to have you laugh at him, craved to be the sole reason he heard that sound fall from your lips.

he was so soaked up in each of your expression as you moved in front of him with his lighter in your hands. eddie left out a small grunt when his fingers lightly brushed against yours. he wouldn’t have caught it himself if you hadn’t pointed it out, “stop whining, let me help you”. he willingly let you take it into your hands. he was quite possessive over his belongings so him letting you just snag his lighter was a very big deal to him. the contact of your hands made shivers go down his spine.

his hands were warm compared to yours. the only contrast was his cold rings. in one motion your small thumb sparked the flame of the lighter. he looked back up and your eyes met once again. eddie motioned his hand to take it away from you as he nodded appreciatively, but gave you a confused look when you wouldn’t give it back. you swatted his hands away. you held the lighter in your right hand. the flame burned. you moved your vacant left hand onto his lips slowly. your palm touched the bottom of his chin while your cold fingers pinched the joint out of his mouth. your fingers lingered on his lips longer than they should have.

in an instant eddie’s confidence shattered. he let your motions continue as he was stuck watching you. his cheeks burned a brighter red then the flame. you gave him a smirk as you placed his joint between your lips. successfully stealing it from him. you tasted eddie, the damp end was sweet but there was a touch of beer that laced the end of it. your hands cupped the flame while relighting the smoke for him.

you snapped the zippo shut. his jaw dropped.

eddie watched you spark a bright red cherry between your lips with your lungs. you inhaled the smoke easily, and pulled it away from your lips. eddie turned away from you to avoid your eyes, he was flustered. his jeans tightened around his groin. he tried to not think about your soft, plush, lips that stole his joint. he felt you pull his chin back to face you with your index and thumb, just like he had previously. your hand on his face startled him, your touch was cold. he almost let a sigh leave his chest, but he held it back. you moved in just a bit closer before a big cloud of smoke left your throat and puffed into eddie’s face. the boy began coughing while you laughed. when the cloud cleared you noticed eddie hadn’t really moved away from where he stood. he liked how close he was. you pulled the joint away from your mouth while looking into his eyes. you spoke in a sultry whisper, eddie barely heard you.

“you know, you really shouldn’t be smoking these. kills your brain cells.” you said softly. “oh, yeah? and what do you know about smoking?” he teased. “far more than you’d imagine, munson. I guarantee it.” you mocked his earlier jab at you about your boyfriend.

your comment reminded eddie of the conversation you previously shared. he gulped, lost in thought while he watched your hand raise back up to your face. you inhaled deeply, the musky taste of the plant covered your tastebuds. when you exhaled you turned your face away from him. eddie was in a daze. his eyes trailed up and down your features. you turned your face back to his, luckily you didn’t catch him that time, he would’ve died of embarrassment. your faces were a little more than inches apart.

he wished he could have the strength to get closer. to really close the distance. this wasn’t like him. he never dared to come onto you intimately, scared of rejection, and he definitely never expected you to have the courage to stay so near. after he had been tearing you down for years it was surprising. he always knew you were strong willed but this was another level. he didn’t know if you wanted to get to know this eddie munson. the eddie he hid from everyone, the eddie that he acted like a hardhead because he had to. now he couldn’t be mean as he melted at your soft gaze. the poor boy had imagined what he would do if he ever ended up in a position like this with you. on several occasions it was after a long week of classes, in his own bed with his hand between his sweaty thighs.

his blissful stare gave you the confidence to speak again. you had no clue what came over you but you decided to be alluding. it could’ve been the mood that you two found yourselves wrapped up in. or the unspoken tension. you knew this was bad. your boyfriend that hated eddie more than you was only ten or so feet away, partying in the house behind you. you weren’t the only victim to his constant bullying and degrading speech. and in the stance you were both in if anyone caught you it could be horrific.

you threw your cares to the wind and continued.

“i like smoking. keeps my mouth busy.” you whispered looking at his lips and taking a puff. eddie paused. all of the blood in his body rushed south. you watched him try to gather himself. his stomach was in knots at your words. he almost short circuited when he realized you were being even more suggestive than before. you were blatantly flirting with him. a growl left his throat. his head lolled to the side. his neck was exposed again.

your eyes traced his neck with curiosity. you wondered if he was sensitive there. what it would be like to lick your tongue up and down the veins bulging out. he looked down at his hands to avoid your glance. you eyes followed. you watched him clench his fist till his knuckles went white. his sparkly rings glistened under the light the moon supplied. he quickly shoved his hands in his pockets. fighting the urge to reach out and grab you. that's when you saw how his already bulge hugging jeans were swollen. you averted your gaze embarrassingly. you didn’t know he was this easy to get worked up. when you looked back up at him. his shoulders trembled and he let out a deep breath. the whites of his eyes glowing as he closes off more distance between you and him. his voice was drawn out in a low mumble, almost strained. his whispered in the vicinity of your ear. chills rushed down your spine as his grunts made your tummy turn.

“you’re fucking killing me, sweetheart”, he almost moaned. “i bet i could keep your pretty mouth busy all night. even better than your boyfriend”. eddie coo’d. “...you think I'm supposed to believe you know a lot about girls and their mouths, munson?” you mumbled around the smoke. “i’d love it if you’d let me show you…” he paused for a brief moment.

eddie moved his right hand and opened his palm to touch you. his fingers wrapped around to your jawline. his hand was massive when it fully surrounded your face. his touch was slow and deliberate. his rings were cold, the metal almost stung your face. his fingers danced across your features with purpose. eddie’s thumb touched the bottom of your face. your movements followed his direction. his index finger met your top lip and his middle tugged on the corner of your mouth. your lips stayed closed anticipating his next move before you realized he was pinching the smoke out of your mouth just like you had done to him moments ago. you were stunned.

eddie was tugging at the joint with his delicate fingers. he giggled at how easy you were, but before letting go of the joint with your lips you stared up at him with your eyes. he watched you intently. your cheeks went hollow as you sucked on it and inhaled one more hit. eddie had never been so jealous of a joint in his life. you watched eddie’s eyes slowly roll into the back of his head at your actions before he closed them. he shamelessly moaned. your chest tightened at the noise. the cherry of the joint burned a bright red as he released it from you.

eddie rushed to inhale the remnants of your taste with his own hit. you both had reached the last of it. he turned his head away kindly to exhale the smoke but his eyes stayed fixed on you and your lips. his fingers flicked the ash of the smoke onto the ground and stopped it out. your eyes sparkled at him. you hummed a soft note innocently before he reached his hand back up to your face. his grip was stronger this time, like how it had been when he was mad at you. eddie moved his fingers from your cheek to the bottom of your lip rudely. his thumb pulled at your bottom lip. you drooled onto his fingers as he blew smoke into your throat.

he exhaled, you inhaled.

it tasted like eddie. he felt your spit on his fingertips before he released you. your bottom lip wetly snapped back in place as he dragged his thumb downwards. his eyes stayed fixed on your plump slobbery lips as his irises burned with the smoke rising. he could think of thousands of things he wanted to do to you and your pretty face. his fingers remained on your chin. holding your face towards him.

“oh, you're gonna get me in a lot of trouble. i just know it.” he purred. “why’s that?” you questioned.“...don’t tell me you forgot about your boyfriend already, baby?” he paused.

you heart stopped. the way he called you baby now made your thighs clench together. he smirked as your cheeks glowed red. the strain you two had been sharing always calmed eddie down. it seemed to have the opposite effect on you. all your senses were heightened as it buzzed in your body. your mind was on overdrive. you wanted eddie bad. but as quick as you realized you needed him his hand left your chin. the touch lingered. it was electric. you lost yourself in the moment. your eye’s closed before you let out another soft hum and giggle. the strain turning all your nervousness into making you loopy. eddie raised his eyebrow at you, questioning your motives. you realized you hadn’t answered him.

“y– yeah. you’re uhm…”, a pause, “right. i should get back to him. don’t want him finding out about this.” you whimpered. “uh-huh, that's right, baby”. eddie laughed at you.

your body stayed still. he brushed some of your hair out of your face to get one last look at you. the quick movement brought you back down to earth. he stared, no, began glaring into your eyes as you looked at him with a fucked out expression. he was leering at the sight of you. his gaze was filthy. you gasped as he experimentally traced his fingers on your skin. his touch started at your lips where he had played before, but he didn’t stop there. he moved his big heavy hand down to your jawline, and then your neck, and onto the collar of your sweater. his touch barely danced on your skin. he listened as you whimpered when he moved one finger down the center of your chest and then it was snuggled onto your hip.

his grip was needy and harsh. it resembled how your lousy boyfriend would paw at your hips when he wanted something from you. the difference was your body willingly moved with eddie’s grip. you were basically throwing yourself at him. his hand moved under your sweater. his touch was cold on your warm sides. half of his hand stayed fixed on your skin, the other on the waistband of your cute jeans. he didn’t want to seem too eager, but his grip was tight and aggressive. he pulled you into his chest by your waist and your arm gripped onto his big shoulder that was guarded by his leather jacket. his head was almost buried in your neck at the soft sudden embrace he whispered in your ear.

“you should really get back to him. i think it would be better for both of us if i left. what do you think?” he whispered. you couldn’t think. the only thing that was on your mind was eddie and how he was holding you. he infiltrated your thoughts. you arm tightened around his frame. physically begging him to keep you here. he listened to you whimper into his chest at his question. you felt his jeans tighten on your thigh. he whispered into your ear again,

“fuckkk, sweetheart… you making those pretty sounds for me? barely even touched you”, he teased. things were moving too fast. you slowly broke away from his grasp to ground yourself. he looked down at you with consolidating eyes. if this continued on you wouldn’t know what could come of it. you both weren’t very sober either. your cheeks were almost purple as you looked up at him with a hazy stare. he smiled. you just nodded. scared of what you might say next.

he figured you pulling away was his cue to leave, so he started to walk back towards the house. the foot of distance that was put between you two helped cut the tension. you couldn’t tell but under his skin he was a mess. eddie was secretly glad that he had a few too many drinks and a joint. he wouldn’t have been able to face you like that otherwise. he heard you let out a small sigh with your exhale. your hand that was holding him fell to your side.

truthfully he tried walking away. but he felt your eyes watching his back and the idea of moving forward without acting on his fantasies was enough for him to suddenly still. your eyes followed his movements as he turned around. the next actions were fast. his big arm moved past your head and grabbed the back of it. with you in his control it allowed his other hand to wrap around your throat and constrict. the feeling of the tingles caused by the weed mixed with the overstimulation from his touch made you delusional. he listened to you whimpering in fear as he imposed on your personal space again. he let out a devilish chuckle. he opened his mouth slowly to say his next words. they came quickly but you spoke before he could.

“you’re s–” he was cut off. “do you want to kiss me?” you choked out.

eddie paused, the soft question seemed so innocent. he knew that if he did kiss you he wouldn’t be able to stop himself soon after. it would be long and messy. he also couldn’t promise that he could fight off the urge to do more to you. he put some reasoning into his own head. it was totally irresponsible to kiss you right now. you both were standing in a vast open yard, intoxicated, and not in the best headspace. it was the drugs and liquor talking, not you, no way you wanted this. he had to shamefully admit, if he was gonna kiss you and make it count now would be the best moment.

he felt his cock stiffen as he watched you purse your lips. his mind wandered to how you would feel wrapped around him like that with a pretty pout and puff kissed lips. he wanted to know what you would do if he pushed you up against his body and embraced you fully. he wanted to sloppily lick up and down your neck and hear the noises he could spawn from your throat. his eyes consumed your mouth as he processed what his next move would be. he had thought about this moment just hours before steve’s party. your eyes looked so sparkly as a blush crawled up your neck and onto your cheek bones as you waited for his answer. you wet your lips with your tongue. knots were in his stomach.

he grunted, “shit.. it doesn’t matter how bad i wanna kiss you”, he paused, “and it doesn’t matter that i think you're the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. this wouldn’t work. i’ve been such a dick to you. you deserve better than someone like me”. you thought that was funny coming from him considering how much eddie hated your boyfriend.

his eyes continued watching the mouth he desperately wanted to kiss before you started to speak. “tha-..”, he glared at you before raising his index finger onto your lips. he applied a little pressure. he watched as they pushed out and around his finger. he smirked while shushing you. he thought back to how you looked with your cheeks hollowed out sucking on his joint again. his soft hands felt so good on your face. you weren’t going to fight him on this, you never wanted this moment to end.

before you could stop yourself your lips opened slightly, inviting him in to play with your tongue. he groaned as he felt you kitten lick his finger gently. he didn’t pull away. his dick was sore with how much you two had been teasing each other back and forth. he fought every urge to shove his index down your throat to really feel it. he continued talking to you. his tone was mean and messy, laced with dominance. you loved this eddie, you didn’t care that he was mean.

“.. shhh… you really do love keeping that mouth busy don't you…”, he teased, “i was right about you being a little whore.. hmm?” eddie raised his eyebrow at you. pulling his wet finger back onto your lips. he played with your top and bottom lip slowly before he adjusted his hand. his thumb was pushing at your bottom lip, testing if you were gonna welcome the other digit into your mouth. you stuck your tongue out fully at him. he placed the pad of his finger onto the wet warm muscle and you took it into your mouth. you looked at him with eyes that put him in a trance. you were successfully distracting him from pulling away from you. he tasted like all the things you loved about a man, but it was uniquely eddie. warm, salty, and a hint of beer he must’ve spilled on his hand earlier. sucking on him slowly he moaned.

“oh. fuck. me.” whining between words. he watched you for a second before trying to speak again. “do you… do you really want this as bad as i do?” his face was so close. you watched his chest rise and fall as his breath invaded your space. you smelled the musky combination of liquor and smoke on his tongue. he looked longingly into your eyes waiting for you to say something. you continued to play with him. you must have stood in silence for far too long because eddie spoke for you. his tone was heavy. you watched his lips move with his words. while his fingers toyed with yours.

“baby?’ he asked. you just nodded and sucked harder.

he giggled while rotating his soaked thumb on your tongue. “hmm, what’s the matter, that sweet mouth of yours doesn’t wanna be so mean anymore does she? poor thing. how devastating, i love hearing your pretty noises.. and whines… and pouts. you just need something to fill you up, don’t you?”. eddie clicked his teeth in dissatisfaction as your tongue continued to play with his salty finger. you shook your head at him like a child. telling him you didn’t wanna talk and would rather do this. you were scared of what you would say anyways. the man smirked at you before moving closer to whisper something in your ear. as he spoke softly you reminded yourself this was your sworn enemy. never did you think he could make you so hot. never did you think you would let something like this happen.

eddie was fully in control as he spoke to your empty mind. when his lips barely touched your earlobe you could hear his breath. it made your head spin. that was the closest he had been to you. you felt his hot exhale on your neck. his tone when he said his next words were laced with evil. “tell me, what is it that you want out of this? i can tell you’re touched starved.” his breath grazed your ear again, his lips fell to your jaw and he kissed you there. “mhm,” eddie groaned. “your boyfriend isn’t taking good care of you and your mouth is he?” eddie paused. “because if he was, i bet you’d have way less of an attitude with me all the time.”

this was a dangerous game you two were playing.

you moved your hands between your bodies. the tip of your finger grazed the hem of his shirt and slightly pulled it up. you felt the path of hair that guided you into his pants. eddie winced at the action. he pulled away from you slightly to give your hand room to slip into his waistline. you looked down at his jeans, realizing he was about to pop the zipper on them. you wished it was a bit brighter so you could see exactly what he was packing. there was really no need because you could feel him in your hand. he groaned into the skin of your neck and started leaving messy open mouth kisses in his wake. when you curved your hand just right he whined. “ohh… fuckk”.

eddie grabbed your hand away from his body and instead rushed to pick you up. you yelped and giggled as he drug you back to his bestfriends house. “what.. what are you doing, eddie?” he let out a gruff laugh. “finishing what you started”. his boots stomped on the ground as the pitter patter of your own soles tried to keep up with his. when you both had arrived back inside the party was in its last stage. he rushed you through the doorway and then into the kitchen. bodies were passed out on the livingroom floor. cans were both empty and spilled all over the stairs that eddie was leading you up. there was a door that had a sock on the doorknob in the hall that led to the guest bedrooms of the large home steve and his absent family stayed in.

he threw open a door to a room he knew wouldn’t be occupied because steve always kept a room reserved for eddie and robin when they stayed over. as he manhandled you he slammed the previously open door and pushed you against it. he looked into your eyes. “..this okay, yeah?” he huffed. his chest raised quickly anticipating your answer. “ye-..”, the reassuring words hadn’t even left you before he was swallowing them down.

eddie forced the searing kiss onto your lips while he groaned. it was all tongue and teeth as you both fought to taste each other. he grabbed you cheeks to keep you steady while he studied each curve and imperfection of the lips he had always wished to kiss. he traced his tongue though your crevices. you were everything to him. he had secretly been starving for this very moment since he had a sample of your taste from his damp joint you bummed. your spit teasing him.

though he was rough with you his hands were gentle. he held your face softly and pawed at your hips. it was easy for him to maneuver around you and unbutton your jeans. you were both so desperate, but eddie was pathetic. he was whining and moaning while grinding against your thigh. he pulled away with a soft bite on your bottom lip. he lifted you up by the waist and carried you from the door and further into the room till your back was met with the guest bed. he grabbed your ankles as you fell back and pulled your pants down just enough to where he could see the tiniest bit of your panties.

eddie bites his lip softly, smiling to himself. he had been wanting to get you into this position since the beginning of his toments. eddie crawls up your frame as he slowly pulls your jeans completely down. his arms wrap around and spread your thighs. your head unwillingly fell backwards. the muscles of your neck strained. you felt him leave a gentle kiss on your covered clit. it wasn’t much, but it was enough to drive you insane. he laughed with his face close to your center. his hot breath so close gave you another sensation of how crazy this was. eddie teased you with his fingers over the fabric making your thighs clench together around his head. blocking his view and slowing his moments.

“ah.. you keep those legs open or we’re stopping… been thinking ‘bout this too long.” he hooks his strong arms around your calves. he forces you into the position easily. eddie wasn’t being dramatic. he had been dreaming about this for years and now he wasn’t gonna let you move an inch. you let him hold you.

you hated him. you loved this.

you cupped your hand around your mouth to try to stay quiet. as soon as you did, eddie raised over you and pulled it away harshly. he laid your palm flat and open over your head. “none of that either.. talk to me, doll. let me hear you…” he demanded with a sultry tone. “yes, eddie..” you nodded and then he kissed you. the kiss this time was softer and laced with feeling.

“that’s a good girl… such a good girl”, he murmurs the words to himself as he makes his way back down. “your boyfriend ever do this for you baby…?” eddie possessively played with the hem of your panties while purposely teasing your lips. you answer him with a small whine. “..no..”, you lean forward to watch him. he grins at you like a devil. eddie slides his fingers under your panties, rubbing your slick around your mess. “oh god.. you.. you were this wet for me while we were out there talking weren’t you?” all you could do was nod. he slowly hooks his fingers onto the straps of your panties and pulls them off to expose you to him fully. his breath hitched, you heard it. the damp fabric moving from your hips down to your thighs and past your ankles makes you roll your eyes back and instinctively buck your hips towards him. as your panties had moved down, his lips now moved up. a kiss on your ankle, a harsh bite on your inner knee, a wet suck and pop of his lips on your inner thigh.

“gonna make you feel so good, you’re gonna feel so good cause of me, baby. no one else, m’kay?” eddie opens your legs wide again so he can indulge himself. he grunts as he gets a good look at you. he kisses your exposed clit and sucks deeply. his eyes roll back at the taste. soft, messy sounds start to fill the room from your dripping wet pussy and his sloppy tongue. you could subtly hear the grind of his hips against the spring mattress. his tongue worked in firm circles on your sensitive nub, followed by gentle slides of his up your tummy in tender touches.

“god, you soaked through your panties, pretty girl”. you whined above him, unable to answer his statements. you watched him as he collapsed your worn garment into a bundle in his free hand, he stuffed it deeply in his back jean pocket. “gotta save that for later so i know i'm not dreaming…” eddie growled from deep in his throat. the overwhelming and confusing feelings made you reach for him. he giggled and stuffed a finger into you while continuing to lick his flat tongue up your center to savor your dripping arousal.

the air was filled with the smell of sex and the sloppy sounds of him drinking you down. he worked you open for him. he was silent as he catered towards his own needs and fantasies, still not fully comprehending that you were wincing under him in pleasure. when he felt your walls clench around his fingers and your pants grow even shorter, eddie began to talk you through your finish. “does that feel good, sweetheart?” his hips rutted into the mattress, hard. the prospects of getting you off was getting him harder than he had ever been before.

though eddie was so fucked out, his mean demonor didn’t stray far away. he slowed his movements just to hear you cry out for him. when you looked for an answer to why he was slowing down, he smirked at you. you watched through your lashes as he flicked his tongue just right and in a dreadfully slow curve. “taste so.. fucking.. good”, he said to himself. then he harshly slapped your clit after your hand had fallen back over your mouth to muffle your moans. “ahha!” you cried. “what did i say? answer me.. feels good, doesn’t it?”. “yes.. yes feels…ah… really good.. don’t stop. please. don’t stop.” you whimpered for him. his chest grew warm, his tummy turned.

he whispered his words while kissing your clit “mhm… wasn’t hard was it? all i needed to hear, baby.” he continued his faux attitude while you cried for him. he was close to falling apart. he had to be dreaming. eddie moved his fingers over you in an agonizingly slow manner, while he day dreamed. as he mindlessly day dreamed of all the things he could do to you tonight he heard you cry out for him to give you more. you didn’t have to tell him twice. he picked up his pace once again. you trembled, a moan stuck in your throat threatening to rip through you. you couldn’t hold on anymore. your entire body shakes for him as your breath leaves your lungs. his name is a constant curse of how good he could make you really feel. the way you moaned for him was making his cock unbelievably hard. you can feel his devilish smile againsts you as he furthers his torture and fucks you through your first orgasm, not daring to slow down for you to catch your breath. his hips continue to chase friction from the mattress.

a massive tidal wave washes over you. the sounds of your hot cunt leaking for him and down his fingers make him leak through his pants and onto the bed with his own pre. the relief you feel brings tears to your eyes as you cum harder than you thought was possible for a person to. your dripping hole clenched around him like a vice. it continues to suck him back in, he’s not ashamed to give your greedy pussy more.

“eddie! ahhha.. eddie!” you scream out from overstimulation. your needy tone surprises him so he quickly slows down his pace. he calms you. eddie places hot kisses on the hollow spot between your hip and thigh. after he sucks your skin a deep purple eddie sits up a little. he’s letting go of your legs, and placing both of his hands on the top of your thighs. he grips the doughy skin gently to ease your tingly body. the tenderness of his actions allows you to come back down to earth. you look up at him over you. as you made eye contact eddie pulled his shirt off of his chest. his hands worked on loosening his belt buckle. he was so handsome like this. “you’re handsome..” you mumbled in a drowsy state.

“you.. you really think so..?” he blushed a deep maroon while you hummed when he collapsed onto you. he raised slightly to help you take your own shirt off. he moved desperately. “need to feel you..” he pulls you into a searing hug. skin on skin. eddie raises your back to arch for him before he pops the back of your bra undone. you whine at how efficient he was with it. “eddie..” you whimper. he pulled the garment off of you as he raised himself up. he threw it somewhere into the room with the rest of the now growing pile of clothes.

then he was working on his jeans. he clumsily moved his knees back and forth to rock out of the tight restricting pants. your hand must’ve made it’s way to his lower tummy while he undressed. he pulled the band of his boxers down and he let his swollen cock bounce free. it slapped the back of your hand. you both moaned at the contact. his tip was bright red and dripping. eddie whined as he grabbed his base. he got a serious glint in his eyes as he let you take it and guided it down to you. “you think it’s handsome?” "y-yeah," you nodded, sounding a little hoarse.

you sighed a little at the feeling of him letting you run it through your folds. he was huge and bigger than anything you had ever taken. he grabbed your hips to keep your body from running from him, or worse pushing him into you when he wasn’t composed at all and risking hurting you. he insulted your past experiences to make himself feel better about the fact that he was forsure going to bust early. “never had a dick this big?” he teased shyly. his false confidence died when you looked at him with need. oh, he was so fucked. he had already been so on edge while playing with you using his fingers.

he bent at the waist and kissed you again, right when you least expected it. you felt his hips pull away from your slightly. he whispered “..you.. shit.. are you ready?" he asked you, but it sounded like he was stalling.

karma's a bitch and you were tired of waiting. you were going to win this standoff. the break between your last orgasm and now allowed you to catch your breath. with a huff and a whisper into the shell of his ear, you teased, “are you?”. you broke down all his walls with those two words. "baby… oh baby.. fuck i've been ready for this for years," he choked the confession out breathlessly before plunging forward and filling you with his cock in one smooth motion. eddie shivered as he pressed his hips up to yours, moaning weakly and so completely in love. his eyes were shut tight and his head tossed back in concentration.

when he regained his composure he fucked into you like he was crazed. he grabbed the back of your thighs and threw you into his cock. back and forth. his pace was relentless as he started moving his mouth a mile per minute. just like his hips. “i don’t deserve this. always been… so mean to you and.. you still wanna give me this sweet pussy? god, you’re gonna make me cum, sweetheart. i’m sorry i'm already gonna cum.” he was rambling while he lost his tempo. eddie pulled your legs onto his shoulders as he rotated his hips deeper. he popped his finger in his mouth and licked the digit before he laced it between your bodies and started working on your clit. “it would be really mean.. of me to not let you.. cum again. and.. ahha- fuck.. i need to feel you cum on me. please”.

your legs trembled, your walls sucking him in deeper. “yes! yes! just like that, baby”, he grunted in your ear. “eddie ohh.. god.. im gonna cum. im gonna cum!” you felt him shake over you while his hot breath painted your neck in a allowed dampness. he bit your neck to suppress his needy whines. he chanted your name but not before dropping an absolute bomb on you.

“fuck… i love you, always loved you. and i love this pussy shit..” you hardly caught his confession as your orgasms both teetered on the edge. “gonna fucking fill you up, fill my good girl up.. you want that? fuck give it to me… i need it. i need you...” you nodded your head with haste. “give it to me, eddie. please.. you can cum inside me..” both of you crossed the finish line together as the waves washed over you. eddie’s entire body shuddered. his grip his rough hands had on you was so tight there was sure to be evidence that this wasn’t just some sick dream tomorrow. the way your nails had clawed against his back and forearms branding him in the same way. he felt both of your liquids gush around his cock as he slowed his pace and grunted. he didn’t wanna pull away. eddie was too scared of what your reaction would be to his afterglow of the best orgasm he had ever had. not to mention the embarrassment of his loose tongue.

after a few moments of silence he slightly moved so he could look into your eyes. you had a dumb smile on your face. eddie accepted the humiliation and grinned back. he stayed buried inside of you. only adjusting to see you better in certain moments. you allowed his words from earlier to ring in your ears. he looked at you with pure devotion wondering who was going to address what he said first.

“so-“ he started.

“we-“ you said at the same time.

“you.. uh.. you go first.. please?” he nervously bit his lip while adjusting the warm blanket you two had found yourselves wrapped up in. he moved his face to yours. “no.. how about you finish what you started”.

the boy could only slowly blink at you. oh how the tables had turned.

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queenimmadolla · 5 months

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A little sneak peak of a request! I was trying to finish this one before I got smashed but SOME PEOPLE did not like certain details, so I have to fix it. BUT this is proof that I do indeed be writing, I swear, I just grow very intensely annoyed when something doesn't turn out perfect and the way I want it immediately, so I throw it in The Vault! Just know, everything in The Vault will be released :)

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You’d expected it to be dramatic.

Your water breaking that is, but as you stared down at your toes, barely visible past your baby bump, pants darkening around your crotch and the liquid trailing down your leg to gather in a small puddle beneath you, you almost felt nothing, save for ennui.

Your last two pregnancies had been quite the spectacle; your first being dramatic in itself for the sole reason of being your first time bringing a child into the world. The second time almost killed you and your baby.

You’d been wary of having any more after that, fearful you wouldn’t be able to carry to term and the possibility of losing your own life. It would mean you wouldn’t get to see Penny and Wayne grow up.

It brought both you and your husband a sense of responsibility with your sex life that you hadn’t quite possessed before. There had been almost a four year gap between your oldest and (now) middle child and the gap between he and this baby would be even longer at about six.

Pretty good luck, considering you hadn’t wanted to get pregnant for a third time, at all. Yes, you had been wary before but now, with things between you and your husband as they were, it seemed irresponsible and senseless to bring another child into the picture.

Hell, conceiving your baby alone was a miracle. All you did was fight and ignore each other, made easier with the fact that Eddie was always away. Always missing school awards, always missing dance recitals and shows, parent teacher conferences, always missing out on your family.

Ever since Corroded Coffin broke through mainstream music, you and your children had to share your husband with the world. More often than not, it was the world who got to have him.

It led to fights, vicious ones. Words and insults thrown out, screaming, accusations ranging from spite to infidelity, and magazines thrown around with their intentionally triggering headlines featuring pretty women in the same vicinity as the man who shared your vows.

The man who once was just a boy you greatly admired in school, sat a couple of desks ahead of you. The boy who approached you and then followed from then on. The boy who was the first to make love to you, not fuck. The boy whose heart you had broken in the past. The boy who welcomed you back with open arms. The boy who asked you the most important question of your life while surrounded by a sea of high school graduates, caps and gowns. The boy whose baby you had a year after that.

You’d dreamt of a life with him, at his side while he pursued music with his band. And then life happened, and you were both surprisingly at ease with putting those dreams to rest, in favor of the new ones you welcomed in little bundles of blankets, smelling of baby powder.

You never let Eddie fully give up on pursuing music, he still played shows whenever he could, waving and blowing kisses from the stage at the tiny people in your arms with large headphones over their sensitive ears to protect them.

But that had been small venues, overnight trips at best.

Fame was an entirely different monster.

Fame was weeks away, and on occasion, months. When you had imagined your future with Eddie as a teen, traveling the world with him, there hadn’t been a family in tow. Kids.

You had them now, and you couldn’t imagine your life without them. Wouldn’t want to. It was unfair of you, and completely untrue, but you thought Eddie might.

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hellfireloserclub · 4 months

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Reimagined

Written for @steddiemicrofic Jan prompt 'Hole'

Words #404 rating :g cw:none wholesome pre relationship steddie

Getting into Eddie’s van with a blindfold on really made Steve question if the upside down had left him with no fear of death.

The bumps in the road seemed to be even more obvious as the battered bucket of bolts rattled along, it felt like his friend was aiming for them deliberately.

“Where exactly are we going?”

“Can’t tell you that without spoiling the surprise. Have I ever led you astray?”

Since Robin and the others had left for college, leaving Steve and Eddie behind to supervise the party, Eddie had done nothing but lead him astray. Never anything too bad, although the drunken mugshots that Hopper had hanging over the filing cabinets in the office might say different.

They had gone from casual acquaintances, to full-time fathers of seven- god forbid they forget Erica on pain of death- to the other one's person. Unless Robin was about, then she outranked the others with no questions asked.

Steve felt the van slow to a crawl. Could hear the wind rustling through the trees, they weren’t in Hawkins anymore. The Upside Down still lingered years later, you could taste it in the air. But not here.

As soon as the van stopped Eddie jumped out, Steve traced the sound with his good ear, leaning in to follow the movements in the gravel and grass outside. Steve felt the door open and Eddie in his space undoing his seatbelt. A careful touch to help him out of the van, his hand falling to Steve’s hip to help guide the way.

“Alright,” Eddie moved around to bracket him from behind, Steve felt Eddie check in his pocket for something before placing something metallic and skin warm in his hand. “Ok, you can take your blindfold off now.”

Using his empty hand, he slid the blindfold off.

“It’s obviously not new, and it's got a hole in the roof that we will have to fix before we try to go anywhere. But she’s ours, and the open road is ahead of us if you still want that part of the Harrington dream?”

The Winnebago was a dirty yellow colour and had clearly seen better days, but the SOLD written over the window in chalk paint and the key in his hand was proof Eddie wasn’t bullshitting him.

“Me and you and the road?”

“Me and you Harrington, Exactly.” Eddie smiled.

God Steve liked the sound of that.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie/steve #steddie fic #steddiemicrofic #steddiemicroficjanuary #pezfics

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tastefulstars · 1 year

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Love Me Deep

literally a self indulgent ficlet that is very porny and very soft???? this is who i am now and i wish that were me

steve harrington x f!reader x eddie munson

word count: 1,975

warnings: 18+ only, mdni, oral (f receiving), fingering, too many fingers in v, lots of lube, dp, fingers and p in v, not proof read bc i have been awake too long pls lmk if there's any mistakes or anything needs fixing masterlist

Eddie is propped up on the headboard, holding you close against his chest. His arms are wrapped around you. He’s draped his legs over yours, trapping your thighs beneath his and he uses the leverage to hold your legs spread open for Steve.

You shudder as you look down at Steve, resting on his stomach between your legs, face buried in your cunt. Eddie drops a hand down to rest on your lower stomach, fingers gently teasing your clit as Steve presses his tongue into your drenched hole.

You throw your head back onto Eddie’s shoulder and keen, panting as they work in tandem to heighten your pleasure. Usually they would be eager and greedy in taking you, but tonight, tonight was different. They were taking their time, making sure to prep you - maybe taking it a bit too far, dragging it out and stoking the flame of your desire - but you couldn’t blame them.

You’d all talked about it, in the heat of the moment the words would slip past someone’s lips but there’s never really been an effort to actually do it, until tonight that is.

Steve uses his tongue and spit and lube and fingers to work open your cunt, relaxing and stretching your walls gently and thoroughly. He’s slowly, so so slowly, worked three fingers into you. Eddie presses his lips against your neck, watching as Steve’s fingers rock and disappear into you.

“You’re doing so well, angel” He whispers, Steve moans softly against you in agreement, “Not too much longer, okay”

Your chest is heaving and you feel a thin sheen of sweat coating your body, your face is too hot and you know this is only the start of it. Eddie pulls his fingers off your clit, slipping them down further and he’s pushing a single finger into your heat right alongside Steve’s.

They murmur praises and sweet nothings as you moan, gasping for air. It feels like years, years and years, of them rocking their entwined fingers inside of you before Eddie slips a second in. You whine softly, feeling the stretch and slight burn. Steve presses a wet kiss onto your thigh then presses one onto Eddie’s.

“Color, baby girl?” He asks, glancing up at you, pausing for a moment to watch Eddie kiss and nip and lick at the skin of your neck. You sigh softly and try to rock your hips but Eddie’s hold of you keeps you locked in place.

“ ’M green Stevie” You moan, “So, so green”

“Tell us if you need to stop” Steve reminds you and you nod lazily.

“I will, promise”

“Good girl” Eddie praises, biting softly at your shoulder and sucking marks along your skin. It’s not the first time they’ve told you, having spent numerous hours discussing your boundaries and ways that you’d all keep each other safe, the agreed upon safe-word flutters across your mind but you don’t need it, you want more.

“Ready for more?” Eddie asks, and chuckles softly as you nod your head rapidly. Your boys shift, they’re wrapping their fingers together and between them, you’ve got six digits inside of you. The burn and twinge of the stretch is more pronounced now and you grab hold of their wrists, one in each hand, stilling them as you breathe and let yourself relax. They hold their hands still, waiting for you to give them the go-ahead, kissing and licking at whatever skin they can reach.

“Green” You whisper, letting their wrists go and bringing a hand up behind you to hold onto the back of Eddie’s neck - the other cupping Steve’s cheek. They move softly, rocking their fingers and thrusting them in and out, in and out, occasionally letting their fingers spread slightly, stretching you further. Eddie reaches with his free hand, the one not currently buried inside you, to rest over your hand that’s cupping Steve’s cheek, holding both you and him.

“Think she might be ready, Stevie” He says, rubbing his cheek against your face and gazing warmly at Steve, “Our girl is doing so well, she’s gonna take us beautifully”

Steve’s answering smile is enough to make your breath catch and heart flutter. He’s sitting up, slowly and gently pulling their fingers out of you, gently shushing you as you whine at the loss, already missing the fullness.

They must have talked about this between themselves because they’re moving as one, shifting and lifting you, moving you into position. Eddie’s kneeling, sitting on his heels and they place you on his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist, securing you to his chest and you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You crane your neck and watch as Steve slides up behind you, bottle of lube in hand.

“Got her, darlin’?” Steve asks. Eddie reaches for him, shifting your weight to one arm and pulls him in.

“Got you both” He responds.

Steve’s kneeling, thighs bracketing Eddie’s and you're pressed in between them, flush against Eddie at your front and Steve at your back. Steve presses a kiss on your cheek and you hear the flick of the bottle opening. Eddie gasps and rocks softly as Steve wraps his lubed hand around his cock, gently stroking and coating him. His hand is gone all too soon, and he’s fisting his own cock, spreading lube.

“Color?” Eddie asks, shifting your weight and raising you slightly. Steve’s hands are rubbing your sides and you think your chest might burst, so full of love.

“Green” Your voice is firm and clear, your eyes locked with Eddies as he nods slightly and lowers you onto his cock. Your eyes slip closed at the feeling of him inside you, finally, and your mouth drops into a blissed out ‘O’. Eddie leans back slightly, the angle has changed and ohh, that’s so good.

Steve holds your hips, fingers spread wide and aids in gently rocking you onto Eddie’s cock. Only a few moments pass and your moaning, clutching at Eddie’s shoulders tightly.

“Col-”

“Green, fucking hell Steve” You cut him off, groaning, “hurry up, please, I need you”

He laughs softly into your shoulder and reach down, twisting around your limbs until his fingers are brushing against Eddie’s cock. Eddie’s grunting softly and his hips loose their rhythm as Steve coaxes a finger into you on an upward thrust and you moan. The stretch not quiet enough to make you hurt but enough to be slightly uncomfortable.

They aid you through it, and soon you’re panting, nodding your head and rocking your hips down to meet them.

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m good” You let out on a breathy moan, “need you, need more”

“We’ve got you” Eddie sighs into your skin, “Got you both”

Steve presses a second finger and they still when they feel you tense underneath them, Eddie’s pressing soft quick kisses onto your forehead and Steve’s stroking your back and side. You’re starting to feel overwhelmed, but in an entirely good way. You murmur green and there’s a third finger pushing it’s way into you and joining Eddie’s cock.

Your whole body is shaking, you can’t stop the little trembles that wrack you and you feel so full. It’s not enough though, because you need Steve too, you need to feel him inside you as well as Eddie.

“Please, please” Your voice is breaking and hitching as you beg, “Please, Stevie, please, need more, need you”

Eddie rubs his nose on your cheek and gently asks for a color and you gasp it out, he kisses you softly and squeezes you.

“We’ve got you baby,” He nods to Steve, “no matter what”

Steve hums and strokes your sides and lines himself up, cock flush against Eddies and presses in. Tears spring to your eyes and you cry out, simultaneously wanting to raise yourself off them and move away and wanting to sink further down. You’re gasping for air and choking on little sobs, and you’re so overwhelmed at the sensation of it all.

Steve and Eddie hold you as you cry, cooing at you and whispering words of praise and love and adoration. You’re so full of them, they surround you and fill you, everything is Steve and Eddie and Eddie and Steve, and you can’t begin to express how much this means to you. That they care enough and love you enough and love each other enough.

You hiccup a sob and whimper, dropping your head to Eddie’s shoulder. There’s a hand gently stroking your hair and one rubbing your thigh and you don’t know where Steve ends and you start and Eddie begins.

“Breathe, baby” They’re murmuring into you, “You’re doing so well, such a good girl. Our good girl.”

You’re still burning and stretched to your limit but you can see through the pain and intrusiveness of it, and you can feel them. The feel of both of them, resting inside you, pressed against one another in your tight channel has you keening with want, it’s so filthy and the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done and it feels so good, so right, to be there with them.

“Green” You slur, digging your nails into Eddie’s skin and breathing roughly. They murmur something to each other, you can’t make it out and you’re too drunk on them to care.

Then, bliss.

Eddie’s shifting, pulling softly out and Steve’s pressing in and they’re rocking. Moving in tandem, one pushing and the other pulling. Eddie is moaning loudly in your ear and Steve’s pressing filthy words into your back.

“Fuck, Eds. Feels so fucking good. Can feel you fuckin’ our girl, it’s so fucking hot. God, she’s so wet for us isn’t she, Eds? Wet and tight and ours”

You’re all a mess within a few moments. Eddie shakes and spills into you, shouting and gripping tightly onto both you and Steve. Steve’s reaching around, pressing against your clit and rocking Eddie through his climax.

“Come on, baby. Give us all you’ve got, it’s your turn, come on”

Steve’s gasping, working you higher and the band inside your lower stomach breaks. You scream, loudly, and clench down on them. The feeling of you clenching and fluttering around both their cocks forces Steve’s orgasm, it slams into him and he almost howls. Eddie is shaking and moaning and you can’t think, can’t move and you’re pretty sure you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

Your body is shaking and you must have lost time because you’re on your back, a soft cloth dragging along your thighs and cunt, and someone is stroking your face. Soft words are being spoken but you can’t understand and you let your eyes fall shut.

There’s a soft pressure on your cheek and you pry open your eyes. Eddie and Steve are hovering over you, staring worriedly. You force yourself out of your head long enough to make out what they’re saying.

“Honey, come on - you gotta give us somethin’“ Steve’s saying.

“Baby, say something please” Eddie’s pleading, “Let us know you’re okay, angel”

You blink slowly and grunt.

You want to give them more, assure them you’re okay, more than okay, but it’s all you can manage. You take a deep, shuddering breath in and whine. The pressure is back, a little sharper and more insistent. Okay, okay, you can do this.

“ ‘m so goo’“ You’re slurring your words together and you’re not sure if you’re making sense but you see the relief on their faces as you speak, “y’two ruin me”

“You’re okay?” Your eyes are slipping closed and you nod.

“Not hurt?” You shake your head, no, not hurt.

You loose more time as you float in quiet bliss and you feel them pressed against you, front and back and the soft touches of their hands and lips ground you.

“Sleep, beautiful girl. We’ve got you”

#eddie munson x reader x steve harrington #steve harrington x reader x eddie munson #steddie x reader #steddie x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #steve x reader x eddie #eddie munson #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #i:my writing

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do u have any recs for fics where eddie accidently comes out to steve or steve accidently finds out and eddie panic’s thinking steve is gonna hate him but steve obvs doesnt

This took forever I know! But I wanted to actually make a list and ended up finding new ones that I love and some re-reads. I hope you enjoy it.

Pretty, Pretty Boys by starsdontsleep

(1/1 I 4,097 I Teen)

Steve knows that Eddie is gay, what he doesn't expect is to hear so many details about the guys that the metalhead has hooked up with or is interested in approaching. He also doesn't expect to feel so bothered—so annoyed and uncomfortable about it.

Or, 5 times Steve was unhappy about Eddie being with or talking about another guy. 1 time Eddie was unhappy about Steve doing the same (but didn’t need to be).

Questions & Answers by starsdontsleep

(1/1 I 6,781 I Mature)

Steve doesn’t have a problem with Eddie being gay, but he does have questions which end up leading to practical demonstrations.

smoking guns (hot to the touch) by fivecenturiesverse

(1/1 I 7,590 I Teen)

Sure, they've saved the world, but the best part of that really is that it doesn't end there and in a town where everyone thinks he murdered a girl, he's at least got Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley. It's really not his fault he accidentally starts living at Steve's house, he was invited, after all. There's a mystery too, about Barbara Holland and Steve's pool.

“Your boner is digging into me,” says Robin, and Steve snorts a tired sort of laugh. “I don’t have a —” “You do, I can feel it. Gross.” “Okay, but it’s only a little one,” he says in a small voice which sounds like he’s impersonating someone. “Are you ever going to let that go? I peed a little bit when the Russians got the torture devices out, okay?” She sounds amused, though. Eddie jolts. “Russian torture devices?” Robin carries on like she didn’t hear him but Steve catches his eye and he’s grinning. “How do you even have a boner dude? You were definitely having a nightmare I know your twitching means a nightmare… Did you have a boner over Vecna?”

Dirty Words by morningberries

(1/1 I 10,207 I Explicit)

Steve gives Eddie a lesson on dirty talk, but things start to get carried away.

“Fuck, Steve.” Eddie pulls at the hem of his shirt, desperately trying to stretch it beyond his crotch where he is most definitely about to tent his pants. Maybe if he wore boxers it would have been easier to conceal. “I don’t think we should do this.”

“It’s okay. It just means we’re doing good, right?” Steve slides his hips forward, making his sweats tighten against the bulge between his own legs.

Eddie lets his eyes linger there for longer than he should. There’s no way that Steve is getting turned on by all of this, but shit, he is. The proof is in the pudding—if the pudding is his dick that is suspiciously growing under the heather grey fabric.

Turn Your Back on Mother Nature by gr0gu

(4/4 I 16,996 I Teen)

It wasn't supposed to go like this.

Steve was supposed to work with Robin at the Family Video, flirt with the many many girls who came to browse the expansive selection of VHSes, go on some dates, and hopefully find The One.

It was supposed to be a notably upside-down free year.

And, hey, for what it's worth? He wasn't supposed to be pinned down on a mattress by Eddie Munson either.

And he certainly wasn't supposed to be enjoying it.

But that's getting a bit ahead of things

The Worst Mixtape Ever Made by nbfutureboy

(10/10 I 17,999 I Mature)

“It’s a gift, so you gotta listen to the whole thing, okay? I think-- I think it’s got what it takes.”

There’s an art to making a mixtape - and Steve Harrington has decidedly ignored all semblance of art in creating a mixtape for Eddie Munson. Too bad Eddie’s fascinated with how impressively terrible his song choices are.

took you for a working boy by pukner

(6/6 I 46,823 I Mature)

"Do you--Harrington, do you know other gay people?" "One," Steve says, and then, after a moment, "and a half." "And a half?" Eddie boggles at him, "What does that mean?" "He's figuring it out!" says Steve, defensively, "Taking his time, y'know? Whatever, the point is. It's cool you're gay, man."

Eddie comes out to Steve, and Steve's heartbroken about it for some reason. Eddie thinks Steve's dating Robin. Everyone else thinks Steve and Eddie have been dating this whole time. Robin doesn't get paid enough for this shit.

Also, Hawkins has been cracked open like a badly-baked cake, and everyone's settled into the most mundane apocalypse possible. Eddie Munson starts a radio programme about it.

Meanwhile, Steve gets his nails painted, and outsources a crisis he isn't having.

start by pulling him out of the fire by pricklywhicket

(10/10 I 85,554 I Explicit)

Eddie Munson died on March 27th, 1986.

This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.

No, wait. That’s not right. That’s Hitchhiker's Guide. Or was it Restaurant at the End of the Universe? Whatever, not important.

Eddie Munson died on March 27th, 1986.

Except…he didn’t. He couldn’t have. Because Eddie Munson is currently arguing with himself in his fucking head about sci-fi quotes, which doesn’t feel especially like something that a dead person would have the capacity to do.

The bats had killed him. There had been pain, and the sick sensation of tearing flesh. He’d had to swallow past a mouthful of his own blood to tell Henderson he loved him. Surely those were symptoms of imminent death.

And yet.

On April 1st, 1986, Eddie Munson opens his eyes in a dim hospital room. There’s a gasp from his left, and he tries to turn his head towards the source.

“Easy there, kid. They’ve got you trussed up pretty good.”

Eddie doesn’t need to see him. He’d know that voice anywhere, in any universe, hell dimension or otherwise.

“Uncle Wayne?”

A story about the families we find and the love that finds us.

Steady as He Goes by StrangerThings1975

(14/14 I 86,759 I Explicit)

Steve and Eddie are under the misconception that they dislike each other.

#stranger things #steddie #fic recs #steddie fic #coming out

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uglypastels · 1 year

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Not Wholly Evil |II| Pirate!Eddie au

summary: as the daughter of the Governor, there is quite a heavy prize set on your safe return home, and the captain will not let anything come between him and his bounty.

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word count: 5.7k

"semi dark fic" - READ the warnings:. (gun/sword)violence. blood. heavy scarring and wounding. minor character death. allusions to suicide, depression and trauma. kidnapping. imprisonment. alcohol. open and deep sea. pirates are pigs: frequent mentions of non-con and allusions to assault, but it does not actually occur. malnourishment. abuse. manhandling.

There might be a mention of other ST characters, and for plot's sake, everyone is an adult here, just coz I don't want fetus pirates running around, but they are not really relevant to the plot.

Chapter 2: Asphodel "Because you and I are alike, and there will come a moment when you have a chance to show it." - Elizabeth Swann, Pirates of the Caribbean

Despite gaining the privilege of an open cage and access to the rest of the ship, you decided against this freedom… and in a way, that was all the freedom you could ask for, wasn’t it? To choose where to go or where to stay. The restrictions were only so far as anyone else on this ship. The uncharted waters kept you all at the bay of the plank.

But perhaps there was a part of you was scared to go beyond what had now become your own piece of the ship, a safety blanket among the ravenous snake pit. It was not even a question. You could just tell by how you closed your cell door at the sound of footsteps approaching down the ladder towards you. These men were wild and unpredictable. You could never expect what they would do once with you. The distance was the only option.

Perhaps not so free as the rest, after all.

Yet.

Because you would fight it. All of them. Make your presence known and show everyone you were not like any other they had snagged off a ship. You assumed there had been more, after all. More prisoners, more girls to take advantage of. The shackles hanging down from the wall in your cell, stained red with rust and blood, were proof enough of what once occurred below deck.

Despite being the safest place you could be in, it still was a nightmare on Earth to spend your days there, among the crates and chests filled with stolen treasures, supplies, and whatever else was deemed worth the same amount of treatment as you. Everything had been stacked mindlessly, dropped at the earliest convenience, and items only moved to make a short path to your holding cell. The disorganisation and thoughtlessness around you had been a bittersweet nuisance. You could not stand it, but at the same time, it was nice to have something so trivial on your mind as the lacklustre distribution of goods around the ship.

Clearly, no one cared about what was going on. No one spent enough time there to notice anything, besides you, of course. The only times someone climbed those steps were to bring you your meals or to bring more storage in. So what harm would it do to you put some order to it?

It wasn’t much, but you had created a way to pass the long hours aboard. And it was pleasant, though exhausting. With the food you were given, your energy was not what it once used to be, and the first thing to go when not feeding the body properly is the muscle. Moving the larger items took a while, but you saw a positive outcome. By taking everything slowly, you had no fear of completing your task soon. It was a never-ending activity. Tiring but something for you to do, and most importantly, keep your mind too occupied with the straining work ahead rather than the larger picture of your current circumstances.

A part of it was also an attempt at claiming your territory. Lifting large boxes was doing the trick when it came to letting out your anger and frustrations, too, a way to channel everything into the peculiar renovation. A point to focus on something physical, something you could control, instead of your emotions and everything going on around you.

A few days since you began doing so, things started making sense. But, most importantly, no one who ever came down there seemed to notice or care what you were doing. Besides the food they had to feed you to keep you alive, there was little interest they seemed to have for your existence.

You found many other objects that they must have considered rubbish, but you could use them just fine. Like the old sails, or what you assumed were scraps of an old torn sail, folded up in a corner. It was such a large piece of material that you tied it up to the corners of your barred walls, creating a curtain that gave you some privacy. Most of the chests around you were locked, giant padlocks handing down from the cover, the keys most likely at the bottomless pit of the ocean along to their original owners. But some were shut, and of course, you poked a peak inside with interest.

Some were empty, and some had scrolls of paper, which you took up as light reading for early mornings when the sun hit through the windows just right, giving you a bright light source. There were captain logs and maritime routes; letters never sent, and maps never finished.

One caught your attention, and you read the most on those drabby mornings when nothing else could make you feel alive. This one particular letter, which you could only assume was intended for a young woman from her lover, kept your heart beating and your hopes of escaping this ship alive. At least the parts of it that you had managed to find, for the parchment was ripped to pieces, the last chunk still missing among the piles of items you were roaming through.

By now, you had read it so many times you didn’t even need the paper to recite it.

My dearest, The nights have been cruel, but I spend them thinking of you, and suddenly, the dark sky does not feel so heartless anymore. I think of your eyes. The sea reminds me of them— it is a calming sight each morning, and I imagine you looking out of your window at the shore, and perhaps we look up at the same clouds, and it is like you are right by my side and the wind feels not as harsh suddenly. More like a kiss straight from your lips. Some days I hum the words of that song you sang to me. I know what you have said about my voice, and the kind words still warm my heart, but it will never compare to yours. I will never do the melody justice. Only you…

There certainly was something about the love you felt seeping through each word you read and reread. It almost put you down into this state of calmness as it looped in your mind in the evening, letting you fall asleep.

It was another evening like all the others before it. Your dinner had been served in silence. If you had not known better, you would have assumed all men had taken an oath of silence, never to speak again, but it was evident the quiet was only limited to you. As you felt the slumber climb over you, the deck was alive and well.

The contrast between living aboard the Hellfire at night and day could not be more than that. While the sun was up, the boots fell heavy above your head, fatigue coming over them as the work had to be done. The crew did what they could to keep the boat afloat and sailing on. As much as the deep waters could be a calming sight to some, it was absurd that there could be nothing around you but water for days. Undoubtedly, the ship must reach a harbour quickly; provisions could only be stored in the salt barrels for so long. The last time the boat reached shore must have been days before your cage door had opened. Then again, you knew what going ashore meant for the people like the Hellfire crew… and did not wish the aftermath upon your worst enemies.

There would be fire, which you knew they adored. It came alive in spirit and light when the night sky appeared. When the work was done, and the sails smoothly let themselves be guided by the wind, you could always hear them walking above your cage, taunting their freedom with songs and tales. The ship was like a masquerade when the moon lit everything in her silver glow. It would have to be, or else the weariness and longing for land would take over.

The songs were nothing special, typical shanties and hymns allured by a drunken chorus, singing the ballads of adventure and treasures, beautifully sombre. Yet, these moments made you believe that some humanity was left in them. Some kindness and compassion, too. A part that they would never dare show when the sun came up.

It was as if the men aboard were two different people in one, where one side came out during the night and the other during the day. And you seemed to much prefer the nighttime sort. As, during the sun hours, the candles and lanterns went out, and with it, their souls were all back to their usual dirty selves. Their dark spirits would take over once more.

Either way, the nights were extended, as no sleep came to anyone. Not with the singing being so loud that it drilled into your ears. For them, slumber would come later and disappear quickly too, but no one seemed to mind.

You had no way of telling the time on board, the only possible tell sign would be the sun's position, but even that was never exactly as you had barely any idea where in the world you were. All you could make out was that the crew made way for their hammocks in the small hours of the morning when the sun teased its appearance at the horizon, its glow awakening everything else but the drunken sailors that held you captive.

The ship was asleep. The only sounds you could make were the waves smashing into the vessel and the gulls screeching in the distance. It was an opportunity. You could roam the deck unbothered.

With a deep but shaky breath, you inhaled the salty sea air as you climbed the ladder, hands paling at your knuckles from your grip on it. The trapdoor opened with a creak, and you froze in your movements, waiting for the sound to have woken up everybody… but the silence resumed. You let out another deep breath and pushed the door open to reveal the sky, millions of stars looking down at you, but already fading as the sun appeared slowly. The dewy morning hours were dark but brighter than anything you had been surrounded with since your capture.

It had been getting colder by the day, and you already knew that by sitting in your cell. Soon enough, more than your dress would be needed for the climate you were entering. Shivers swarmed your arms at the wind blowing by. Your steps remained small and apprehensive as you needed help figuring out where to go. You had the entire ship deck to yourself for a short time. There was so much to explore above ground, but your legs automatically steered you towards the barriers of the ship.

You walked over to the ship's edge, letting your nails dig into the wood and your frustrations on the trim piece. Stand there, look at the horizon, and watch the sun slowly rise from under the water. The first sunrise you witnessed in weeks— at least not from the small window that peaked right over your head in your cell– had been a euphoric experience. Everything felt brand new. As your last attempts at peeking at the waves had resulted in painful flashbacks of your previous minutes aboard the Red Tail, now, you focused on the calm ripples of the water. No longer was the only thing you saw in the blue the blood of your long-lost friends. You saw their resting place. In the early morning, golden sun rays peeked out from the horizon, illuminating the drab grey of the waters like a liquid treasure hiding beneath the surface. You saw the waves moving along the ship sheepishly, back and forth. Calmly, sleepy, drifting away into the distance with each push of the boat and wind. It was slowly waking up, the sea, the earth.

What would it dream of, you pondered. It must be lovely to be so at peace.

If you closed your eyes and let the fresh golden light wash over you for long enough, you could fool yourself into oblivion. That you were somewhere else. A happy place.

It was so peaceful and quiet that the smallest of disturbances broke you out of your happy thoughts. You felt the presence from across the ship, his eyes on you, disintegrating your moment of bliss. But, of course, it could have been anyone, and you expected it to be one of the crewmates, one of the men with poor luck who had to start their work shift with the sun.

Never, in a million years, did you imagine turning around and meeting with a pair of golden hazel eyes. Captain Munson was leaning against one of the masts, leg prodded against the wooden pole. He chuckled at the sight of your face, evidently struck with panic. How had he even reached the centre of the deck so quietly? Because… he could not have been standing there, or anywhere, all this time?

In one hand, he held an apple, and in the other, a small knife. He pressed the blade against the fruit’s skin and his thumb over it, cutting a small piece off. Then, still with the knife under it, he brought the apple slice to his lips. Never did his eyes leave yours as he ate. You felt unnerved with each move he made. You felt the need to look away, but for some reason, you simply couldn’t. It was like he was capturing you in a trance. So instead, you let your nails dig into the ship’s rail even more.

‘Do not let me disturb you, my darling,’ he eventually said and bode you farewell with a slight bow before parting ways. You were left stunned. Not sure what to say or do, you just turned back to look at the sea. It had no effect and felt like a sore loser's words, but you mumbled “Not your darling” under your breath.

Had that been all? It was all extremely disorienting. Because, of course, he had meant to disturb you. He did so to your very core. That cold-eyed gaze opposed the actual warmth of his honey irises. It froze your blood. It spoiled everything about your morning.

And as quickly he had appeared behind you, so quick the captain was to disappear out of your view again. You looked around yourself for good measure, extending your neck to locker over the larger barrels standing in the corners of the deck, but he had genuinely evaporated into the early day’s mist. A phantom of the sea.

But just because he was gone didn’t mean his presence was. You still felt his eyes on you, lurking from hidden darkness. Perhaps the darkness was in your own head, inner thoughts poisoning your sanity, but the feeling remained nonetheless.

Suddenly, the calm sea was anything but. Instead, the light sky seemed dull and grey, the waves bouncing off the ship aggressive. There was nothing peaceful about it left behind. There was nothing left for you there. But you remained steady in your place on the boat, looking out ahead at the horizon until the sun rising began to burn your eyes with its bright presence, and the wind blew harder. Only then did you decide, on your own devices, to head back down into the warmer discomfort of your enclosure.

You lay on the ground and threw that thin fleece over yourself, hoping to fall asleep and thus pass on the rest of the day. But, if Lady Luck was on your side, it would be one of the silent dreams that asked nothing of you but your mind, leaving it as it was. In fact, letting you rest from the horrors that were your life.

And so, the sleep came, but quiet it was not.

Flashes of the Red Tail. Flames, explosions, blood, it was all around you. Men dying over and over again. You tried to scream out, reach for them, and help them, but it was as if your body was stuck in the mud, unable to move. So you just had to stand there, helplessly, as you watched everyone around you die.

The pool of blood expanded over the sinking ship. The sky turned dark, almost black. You looked up to see the sun–that same sun that kissed you welcome mere minutes ago at the horizon– melting, enveloping everything in darkness. Once you looked back down, another urge to scream came over you.

A figure was standing not far from you, perhaps a few feet away. Covered in the blood that the ship was drowning in, from head to toe, he was basically dripping in it.

He smiled at you, a canine-baring grin. Then, slowly but steadily, he neared you.

“Oh, we’re going to have a lot of fun, princess, aren’t we?’

You awoke with a pitched scream.

Breathing heavily, just trying to get your heart back on a steady rhythm, the clanking of swords echoing in your head was doing everything against it. Just like that day on the Red Tail. Just like in your dream. You could still hear it, and it felt so real. Each loud hit of metal against metal made you wince. Cannons would follow soon. Then the blood…

But only the swords remained. It kept going and going. Then there were the footsteps. Heavy above you, making the whole ceiling shake. It felt like a stampede, in all honesty. And there was shouting. Boisterous clammer. Followed by crowded cheers and some clinking… that you could not immediately make out what it was supposed to be.

One thing you knew for sure, however. Whatever was happening above you, it could not mean anything good. It simply reminded you too much of that other day. That first day… or was it your last?

There was a fight ongoing on the deck. The question was, what kind? Were you being attacked? Would another group of men come down the ladder steps and haul you onto another ship? Will they cheer over Munson’s death as these men cheered over Carver’s? Would this circle of hell ever end?

No, it couldn’t be that. The cheering was too joyful and—was that laughter you could hear? Yes. Loud and boisterous. Right above your head. In a chorus. Your mind went to the evenings you had endured sleeplessly as the men jested until the sun rose, but when you looked out the window, you still saw the bright blue sky. So what was going on?

Against your better judgement, you took a risk, all in the thought of showing initiative and how powerful you would look walking out of the trapdoor onto the full deck. You just told yourself that enthusiastic cheering was a sign of no evil. It indicated that it was no malicious attack of another ship, that whatever you would encounter, there would be nothing to be afraid of. With that confidence, you climbed up there, pushed the trapdoor up and–

A blade wobbled back and forth as it deeply penetrated the deck's surface, inches away from your face. You held onto the edge of the floorboards, trying not to fall back down, as the scream that erupted from your lungs halted everything around you. Everybody in reach hooked his gaze on you if they weren’t fast enough to run up to the hole you were attempting to crawl out of. No one helped, of course. They just stared. Dozens of pairs of blank and cold eyes blinked arhythmically as the bodies they belonged to stood frozen in a circle, unsure of what to do next. The blade stuck in the wood still shifted in its new makeshift holster.

Then, much like on your very first day aboard, the circle opened up to reveal the captain. He stood several feet away, and you caught him blinking slowly before approaching you. Had he been hesitant to approach? Was he, though you doubted, startled to see you?

But whatever emotion it had been to cause his hesitance, it was gone as he spoke:

‘Just in time, darling!’ The silence was broken, and so was the tension your appearance had created.

He had an almost identical sword in his hand. Behind him stood one of his crew mates, face paling despite the grimace he was trying to pull off among his peers. He must have been who the captain dramatically disarmed, ending with that sword landing and nearly cutting your nose off. Was anyone feeling guilty for putting that fear upon you?

Highly unlikely.

The captain neared your trapdoor, leaning down on one knee and reaching his hand out to you, an attempt at some fair treatment toward; helping you get up onto the deck gracefully—you boldly refused. The idea of touching him… images your mind had conjured up in the night still pestered you and flashed past your eyes at the sight of his hand so near you. You looked away as your feet touched the deck for the second time that day. You hated the sight of him any given day, but this particular afternoon, it was even more of an unbearable sight.

The captain had abandoned his hat, opting to tie his hair with a red ribbon into a ponytail, failing to do so properly as strands were already escaping at the frame of his face. His long black coat and shirt also had been abandoned. It was a hot day, and with the training, he was most likely performing, the sweat on his chest was already forming, despite the cool breeze standing a strong fight with the sails.

A ghastly sight, truly, the sweat that slicked over the countless prints of black ink on his arms, chest and ribs. The ink barely covered the various scars in the same placements. Some were small, like the nicks of a blade. The new bright red cut across his clavicle would surely join that collage. Others were unmistakably older but must have once been deep flesh wounds, possible gunshots, bites, or the results of things you most likely would not even be able to fathom. It looked like a visual of a life of torture.

You blinked, letting his previous words settle in your mind. ‘In time for what?’ You looked around. All eyes remained on you since you had made your presence known, something you had fallen out of habit with. You were not used to getting so much attention anymore.

‘Training, of course.’ Munson easily pulled the blade out of the ship planks, handing it to you. ‘Has anyone ever taught you how to fight?’

‘No.’ It was unladylike to swordfight, scuffle, argue, or do anything you did at the time of your capture. The heft felt awkward in your grip, clearly too big for your hand, but the entire piece felt off-balance. It must have been a homemade contraption of one of the Hellfire crew. Possibly molten out of the treasures residing downstairs with you. You adjusted your grip on the sword, but nothing felt right.

Nothing you did slipped past the Captain, whose eyes were on you and his crew. He pursed out his bottom lip in a mocking pout.

‘A true pity.’ He swung his blade back and forth. Each swoosh in the air made you flinch. ‘maybe if someone had, you wouldn’t have ended up here with us.’ The chuckle started deep within him but evolved into a guttural laugh from the whole crew. The sound boiled your blood in anger as well as embarrassment. You wanted to attack their captain immediately but knew it wouldn’t end well. He looked you up and down with his casual smirk, and you made it a point to, somewhat confidently, keep your head up. No longer could he think he could just do whatever he pleased with you. ‘But there is always time to learn, I believe.’

‘I don’t want to fight you,’ you simply stated, looking down at the longsword clutched in your hand.

‘C’mon, princess,’ Munson swung his sword back and forth, ‘it’s no fighting. it’s just a bit of fun.’

‘I see no fun in useless acts of violence.’ Did any of your words sound profound? Confident? You were ready to hear another wave of laughter, but it did not come. The only response was a smirk of the captain, but not one you had seen before.

It wavered.

‘Don’t be like that, my darling.’ He recovered with his mockery, but you were no longer having any of it. With large strides, you closed the gap between you two across the deck. The men around you were split in moving back or getting ready to seize you if the situation required interference. The captain was among the former group. His stance shifted backwards as you met him, your chest nearly hitting his.

Your grip tightened on the sword, and he must have noticed it by how his eyes shifted down to your arm and back to your face.

A million different things ran through your mind; there were endless possibilities for relieving your anger at the man standing before you, all being the catalyst of events that you did not dare start. What were you to do?

Your nails dug into your hand as your fingers wrung the halt of the sword. With this object alone, you could do a hundred different things, most of which would result in only a worse situation for yourself.

You struck the blade down with as much power as you could muster. Like it had hit the planks in front of your face moments before, it now missed the captain’s feet by mere inches. He looked down, never moving anything but his eyes, and then looked directly at you again. His features were blank of expression; no fear or anger, but no amusement either.

‘Call me any of that again, and next time it won’t be the deck that gets it.’ You had dared to move closer, letting your faces nearly touch. That smell of cinnamon and rum greeted you again. A few seconds passed as you stood there, eyes piercing through one another. Your blood boiling, his chest heaving with deep, controlled breaths.

He did not respond.

Or at least not until you had turned to walk away.

‘I would love to see you try. It sure is easy making empty threats, prin–’ but he never got to finish his mockery. Perhaps because it was even easier to sound confident behind one’s opponent’s back, not looking them in the eye, that angered you. The fact that the man who threw you in a cage was, in reality, nothing but a coward. At that moment, all regard for your safety escaped you as you turned back on your heel and lunged your fist towards his face.

It must have hurt you more than him, but the pink mark across his cheek was established. You did not bother to await his reaction once more and walked away for good– as far as the circumstances allowed you, which was not far. The ship was only so big, and the circle of men had moved onto the trapdoor, locking you in the fresh afternoon air.

They were ready to retaliate for your aggression towards their captain, but his words boomed across all ears. ‘Stand back! I said stand back,’ he repeated when some still tried to reach for you. You passed the crew and made for the spot you had become familiar with over the morning. Trying to ignore everything behind you, you again reached the ship’s edge. Their voices lingered over everything, impossible to block out, but you let yourself focus on the ripples in the water as your anger subsided.

Not long now. You had already been so close to home when they took you, and it's been days. Surely, soon they would reach the shore of your home and give you back to your family. That idea somehow managed to overcome everything that was actually happening around you.

Though you had slept through most of it, it had been a long day, and signs of it were showing in the sky. Now turning a soft pink and orange as the sun began to set once more, the night was coming. With it, the stars. Would you stay outside long enough to look at them? It had been a sight you had missed properly gazing at the millions of twinkling lives above you, the constellations and the stories they told.

It would all depend on the men that had now resumed their sword-fighting practice.

The casualness of it all was actually rather comforting, as it, for once, did not bring back memories of the unfortunate ship you had bid farewell to but rather the surroundings of your father’s estate. There, men like Admiral Carver were standing guard or practising, but also young boys and girls who ran away from their mothers, pretending to be on great little adventures with large twigs for weapons. For a moment, you could swear you could smell the fresh flowers that bloomed outside your bedroom window, or the spices haggled for at the market in the harbour. There were cats meowing and dogs barking. To think that once you had grown tired of it all, yearned for something new in life, but now could not imagine anything greater than a return home…

Who knew how long you had stood there staring at the darkening horizon. Your thoughts must have sent you off into the distance from the ship, as you had not realised anything happening around you. The sea was quickly becoming a comfort. When looking out at it, you did not have to face the cruel reality of the Hellfire and the people upon it. The waters seemed so inviting and freeing that you couldn’t help but think if maybe walking the plank wasn’t always a punishment…

You had not even noticed the smile creeping up at the corners of your lips, but it never came to fruition as you were broken out of the spell.

‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’ the deep voice startled you, but you did not show it. In your short time aboard, and now being in actual contact with these scoundrels, there was one thing you had learned: To show fear to people like Munson, like the men on this ship, was possibly the stupidest thing a person like you could do. Letting fear control you would let them control you, playing right into their hand. Instead, display confidence and strength, which gets under their skin.

You glanced over as much as you could without physically turning in his direction. His long dark hair messily flowed with the wind now that he had released it from the ribbon. He was looking directly at you, making you grow hot with anger. Then, subtly rolling your eyes, you looked away again, back to the waters. That, however, did not stop the Captain from speaking again.

‘A view like this makes you think of how big the world is. How small you are.’ He held his dagger again in his left hand, twirling it mindlessly between his fingers. He was standing so close that your arms were brushing against one another. His gold and silver chains jingled at the slightest of movements. You tried to focus on that instead of his words. A task that turned out to be much more challenging than you had thought, as the Captain did not enjoy your rejection.

‘A bit of advice, princess,’ he leaned closer to you, his breath mixing with the wind. His nicknames for you would just have to lose their meaning in your head, as clearly, they were not going anywhere. ‘The silent treatment is not doing you any favours. On the contrary, my men like their girls quiet.’

‘Spare me, please,’ you hissed.

‘Believe me,’ he responded as if he could read your mind, ‘finding yourself on our ship has spared you enough,’ he let his head hang lightly askew, looking up at you with his large eyes, bemused– you could tell you had lost his one-sided game by speaking up. Then you might as well keep going.

‘Is that a threat?’ Just a reminder that even when you were not locked in a cage, you were not truly free or safe. Their danger constantly loomed over you.

‘Far from it, darling. I simply hope you know that there are much worse things out there,’ he leaned forward, forehead nearly touching yours as his hand reached out to the waters at your side to point at the waves with his blade. ‘You probably can’t even think up the horrors that live out in the wilderness of the oceans.’ What could he possibly know about your imagination? If only he knew that, at this specific moment, you were considering five different ways to gauge his honey eyes.

You turned to him directly now. His stare at you was cold and focused. The mark you had left on his cheek was now also unavoidable. It called to you and anyone who looked at him like a beacon of a lighthouse. That smile of yours from seconds before threatened to come out again, but you held it in. However unbothered he might have sounded at the strike, you did not believe that could have been it. There must have been a reason for his current approach. What you had done in front of his entire crew was unacceptable and certainly not inconsequential–you could not imagine that he had not set a punishment ready for you. And whatever it would be, you doubted it would be subtle or free of pain. Yet, you reminded yourself of the freshly taught lesson. Keep your head up. Don’t show your fear.

Not breaking eye contact, you decided to simply ask.

‘What is it that you want from me?’

And the Captain did not waste a second in his response.

‘See me in my quarters, darling.’

-Chapter 3-

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joshlmbrt · 3 months

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A Head That’s Full Of Woe. cowboy!s. harrington x r

w; mentions of death, injury, steve’s a lil condescending - but that’s just him at the moment, r drools over him hehe.

an; COWBOY!STEVE AU!!!! also, i’d like to credit everyone who has done an AMAZING cowboy!steve au - that’s what gave me inspiration - but it would take TOO long! i hope u all enjoy<3

MONTANA, TENNESSEE.

His truck was about to give out. Tennessee was a far drive from Kentucky - especially when his engine in Doris isn’t that good and needed a new one.

His caramel strands blow violently from the wind that was keeping him cool from the humid air. His honey eyes quickly read over the ‘WELCOME TO TENNESSEE’ and he lets out a small sigh.

He hated coming here. Hated being reminded of his childhood and his brother. It was worse when it was winter - the bitter wind and icy roads. But inheritance called his name - literally.

He remembered his Aunt Brenda. She always wore red lipstick, Miss Me jeans, her own belt buckle she had made herself, and smelled like lemon and something else he couldn’t quite place. She was never married, never had any kids, and was a dependent woman. And she used to always send Steve $200 for his birthday.

He didn’t want to go to the funeral - and he sure did hear a lot of yappin’ from his father that mouthed off - but he’s never been to one after Aaron’s. That was the last time he’s ever been to one. Even if they were gone, it was almost like if you watched them get lowered into the ground was actual proof that they were never coming back. He didn’t like that feeling.

Maybe one day he’ll visit Brenda’s gravestone, leave some flowers and stay awhile to talk to her and apologize, maybe he’ll even visit Aaron.

But that would be saved for another day. When he felt like letting out the ocean of tears he’s held in since 5th grade when his father laughed at his face for crying over a broken arm - told him to suck it up and walk it off.

‘It heals.’

And sure. It healed. But the words never did and the feeling he still felt when he still replayed the words in his mind when he would almost chop his finger off when cutting wood.

He could still smell the smooth honey bourbon on his hot breath.

The driveway is more rockier than he remembers and if he looked in the rearview, he could see just how much dust was flying out from behind him.

He parks in front of the house, letting out a breath as he stares at the front of the home. He could hear distance moos in the background and some whining from horses. He opens the drivers side, sliding out and slamming the door shut behind him.

His boots make imprints on the ground, some falling to the wooden, rickety steps. He stops in front of the door, looking down at the ground. He kneels down, running the tip of his finger over the carved letters.

S.H

A.H

BROTHERS FOREVER.

He lets out a small huff, shaking his head. He stands back up, pushing the small strand that had fallen against his forehead, pulling a key from his pocket that the lawyer had given him. He pushes it in, unlocking the door and pushing the door open.

He steps in, tossing the key towards a table that had been placed next to the door. He then takes a moment to look around, thumbs in his pocket.

He slowly steps further into the house, turning on his heels, head tilting up and staring at the chandelier that had been dangling there for quite some time.

He brings his hand up, rubbing at the scruff that littered his jaw, walking out of the house and down the steps again. Circling around back, his eyes land on a small house further down, past the barn a little ways.

He lets out a small hum, brows pinching as he looks away. He walked towards a stump that had an ax lodged into the center, resting it on his shoulder.

He supposes he should go ahead and cut some wood - sometimes the winter could take you by surprise.

✪

You press on the breaks, Robin grumbling in the back and Eddie holding out his arms.

“Hey!”

“Thanks for the warning!” Eddie wipes the water from the corner of his lips before looking over at you. “What’s your deal?”

“I’ll be back.” You put the car in park, slipping out of the car. You walk around the back of the house, stumbling over your boots.

A man clad in Levi’s that had dirt streaking up the front, boots dirty and worn. The tank top he was wearing had clung to his skin - some sweat being caused from the sweltering heat - a small gold chain moving when his arms lifted, grunting as he brought it down, effectively chopping the wood in two.

“Can I help you?” You blink a couple of times, hand clenching at your side. His voice was much softer with just a hint of gruffness around the edges and a slight accent.

You clear your throat, straighten your back and nod. “This is private property.”

He smirks, lodging the ax into the stump before walking closer. He had a sway in his step. “Is that right?” He brings his hand to his mouth, teeth catching the glove and pulling it from his hand.

You watch as he pulls the other off, tossing them into a wheelbarrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He tilts his head, brows lifting just an inch. “Well?”

You clear your throat again, nodding. “Yes. That’s right. Brenda Harrington lives-lived here,” You state. “She, uh, she passed. Her nephew is supposed to be here.”

“Best I better be on my way then, huh?”

“You should. What made you think you could just waltz into someone’s house and then chop wood?”

He chuckles, reaching into his back pocket. He pulls a pack of Camel Reds out of his pocket, sliding one out of the pack and offering it to you.

Your mouth parts as you stare down at it before looking at him. “Are you serious?”

He shrugs, bringing it up to his lips before stuffing the pack back into his back pocket and pulls out the metal Zippo and lights it. His chest gleams under the sun when he inhales deeply. He pulls it away and turns his head, blowing the smoke out to the side.

“If it’s private property, then why are you standin’ here?” He flicks some ash to the ground.

You frown. “Because I saw the door wide open and wanted to know what happened. And I live in that h-” You pause, pinching your brows together when you see his shoulders shaking. “What’s so funny?”

He holds out his hand. “I’m Steve. Steve Harrington. Brenda’s nephew.” Steve could’ve been mean, let it keep going if he wanted to. Get a rise out of you - but he started to feel bad.

You let out a small breath, shoulders sagging. You felt a bit embarrassed, but Brenda took care of you - you’d do the same for her.

You hesitate, but shake his hand and introduce yourself. “She let me live here… I’m not no trouble, or anything. Now… my two roommates on the other hand, they can be a bit rowdy at times. But they know when to stop.”

“You tell them to knock it off?”

You let out a small laugh, nodding. “Yeah. Sorry about… all that.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. At least someone still cares about the land.”

You hear your name being called from the front of the house. You turn, looking over your shoulder before looking back at Steve. “Well… Sorry again. I need to get them home,” You nod. “They both have a shift tonight.”

Steve nods and watches as you walk away. “Have a nice rest of the day.” He waves, turning and walking back towards the stump.

“You too.” You wave, turn and walk around the house. You let out a small breath, slipping back into your car, shutting the door.

“What took so long?”

“Made a complete fool of myself,” You grumble, driving up the road towards your house. “Thought someone came up and was trying to squat, but it turns out it was Brenda’s nephew.”

You park the car under the carport - it was rickety. You and Eddie had made it to keep his truck and your car underneath when the hail storms would come around.

“Do I see a small blush on your cheeks?” Robin pokes at them when she gets a good look at you. You swat her hands away, walking towards the house.

“No. No, it’s not. It’s hot out here.” You mutter, stepping inside and immediately toeing off your boots.

“I think she’s lyin’ to us, Munson.”

He chuckles, spitting the rest of the tobacco out of his mouth before stepping inside and shutting the door. He pulls off the red flannel, leaving him in the black undershirt he had on. “I think she is too. But I’m tired, so goodnight, little birdies.”

“It’s not nighttime, Eds.” You let out a small laugh, pulling out a pan.

“Well… Afternoon, then.”

“Yeah, I better get some sleep as well,” Robin yawns. She walks down the small hallway. “No stalkin’ our new neighbor, now!”

You grumble to yourself, rolling your eyes and start pulling out some ingredients.

✪

Steve scratches at his neck, mumbling to himself as he walks to the door. He yanks it open. “Yeah?”

You stumble back a bit, face hot when your eyes land on him. His tank top had been discarded when he had first stepped into the threshold, falling onto the couch and immediately knocking out.

His belt buckle had been unbuckled and was hanging from the sides.

He lifts a brow. “You sure do have a starin’ problem.”

You look back up, shaking your head. “S-sorry,” You gulp, holding out a basket. “I… uh, I made some homemade biscuits and gravy, there’s a couple slices of turkey in there. Oh, and a pie.”

He lifts a brow, eyes darting down to the basket. The thought made his stomach growl - he hadn’t had anything besides a bag of jerky and a bottle of water. He grabs the handles. “Thanks.” He gives you a small smile.

“Yeah… If you need anything, just give me a holler. My landline is on Brenda’s refrigerator - I think.”

He nods. “I’ll remember that. Same for you.”

You give him a small smile, turning and walking off the steps and down the road, a small cat near your side, his tail dragging against your leg. You stop and bend to pick him up, scratching at his ears before continuing the long walk.

He leans against the doorway, shaking his head and smiles to himself. He steps in and shuts the door, locking it before making his way into the kitchen. He places the basket down, looking inside.

‘Hope you enjoy. :)’

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steventhusiast · 7 months

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STWG daily prompt 8/10/23

prompt: "you're shaking"

pairing/character(s): steddie

When Steve wakes up, it's to a dark room and the sound of shallow, panicked breaths beside him. He's not sure what exactly woke him up, but he recognises the distant the feeling of the bed jolting and jostling as someone sits up. It wakes him up fast, and he squints his eyes through the dark to see that Eddie is no longer acting as his personal pillow.

Instead, he's sat up in Steve's bed, scooted away from him a little, with his knees up to his chest, and his forehead resting on one of them as he keeps inhaling and exhaling those too-short breaths.

"Hey." Steve whispers, trying to sound gentle. Eddie flinches at his voice anyway, and now his head is resting sideways on his knee, and Steve can just about make out his wide-eyed gaze on him through the darkness of the room.

He reaches out to turn on his bedside lamp, and slowly sits up to be closer to Eddie once again. Now that the light's on, he notices the redness of Eddie's eyes, and not-yet-dried tear tracks on his face.

"Nightmare?" Steve asks, even though he knows the answer. Eddie nods, and harshly sniffles, then tries and fails to take in a deeper breath.

"Can I hold you, or is it a no touch kind of night?" Steve continues, hands hovering uselessly near Eddie, but not daring to touch until he gets the go ahead.

Sometimes, Eddie needs to be held after a nightmare. Needs some proof that he's not in the Upside Down, and that the feelings of bats ripping apart his torso are phantom, not real. Touch can be good now, not dangerous.

But sometimes, Eddie can't handle it. He'll flinch awfully at the slightest brush of Steve's hand against his skin, and his breathing speeds up from panicked to a full blown panic attack. Steve doesn't want to ever again be the cause of that. So he always asks.

"Please." Eddie whispers shakily, and nods with the words.

Steve wastes no time in shuffling close enough that the side of his body is pressed against Eddie's and he puts one arm behind Eddie's waist to pull him in closer, and uses the other to gentle guide one of Eddie's hands to be pressed, palm flat, against Steve's chest.

"You're shaking." He notes, rubbing his thumb soothingly back and forth over Eddie's knuckles.

After that, he's quiet, listening to Eddie's breathing as it gradually slows. Lets the rhythmic thumps of his heart along with the steady rise and fall of his chest guide Eddie into something similar.

"You're okay, baby." He promises once Eddie's breaths are calmer.

Eddie lets his head fall down onto his shoulder in response, no longer curled up into a tight ball, but leaning into Steve's comfort entirely. Steve tilts his chin down to press a kiss to his hair in response.

"You're okay." He repeats, "I'm here."

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steviesbicrisis · 2 years

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Are you dating Eddie Munson?

I haven't stopped thinking about this AU idea so I decided to write a little bit more! I have other stuff in mind so I might write other scenes too, we'll see. A little summary for you:

Eddie and Steve have been dating for a few months now, and things couldn't go better between them. Being a popular kid and all, Eddie's love life is the talk of the campus, and everybody seems to wonder: what does Eddie Munson see in that ordinary freshman?

Steve doesn’t how it’s possible, but he's pretty sure words are moving around the page in front of him; some are blurry, others have a messed up order and a few are totally jumping out.

It wouldn't be the first time that happens to him, either. Sometimes it's impossible to focus, and the more he tries the fastest the words escape from him.

There's no solution for this either. Steve would never admit out loud how stupid he is, not over his dead body, so he'd rather stare at the same paragraph for hours than admit he doesn't understand. Robin is sitting across from him, eyes focused on the same book but a different paragraph, she looks deep in thought and Steve would bet she is far ahead of him. Steve shifts in his seat, pulling the book closer so she won't see he's still at the beginning of the chapter.

He looks back at the page, determined to at least finish reading it - the bare minimum - before they have to go to class.

«Hi, sorry to bother you but I have to ask - are you and Eddie Munson dating?»

Steve grips his book, because of course, as if his morning isn't going shits already, he also has to deal with this. Again. He gives one last glance at the paragraph before looking up «sorry, didn’t catch your name…?» he says instead, giving the girl the fakest smile he can master.

He is sure Robin is containing a laugh behind her book.

«Uhm, I’m Stacy» she’s taken aback, and a little annoyed «so, are you? dating.»

«I don't know for how much longer,» he says, teeth clenched. And really, he knows he's being dramatic and he knows that it's just an innocent question. Hell, he'd rather have them blatantly ask him than flirt with his boyfriend behind his back, but when you get asked the same question a million times over, you're bound to get a little pissed.

«Excuse me?»

«I mean, isn't that what you wanted to hear? You would be happy if I did, wouldn’t you? How about I do you a favor and write it down so you also have proof to show! Hell, I could make a fucking poster and hang it somewhere, so you and the rest of the student body will know for sure and will leave me the fuck alone.»

The girl - Stacy - takes a step back, her eyes fixed on Steve in a comical expression of shock and disbelief. She then turns to look at someone, probably mouthing something about Steve to her friends, like "can you believe this guy?" or "Munson must be crazy".

«Are we done?»

Stacy doesn't even bother to answer, she gives him a look of "you are insane" and walks away.

«Steve-»

«I know okay?» he interrupts Robin, not wanting to hear it «it’s stupid and I should let it go, but it pisses me off.»

«Then talk to Eddie! he could do something» she suggests, closing her book. It’s time for their first lecture. Steve hasn't even managed to finish the paragraph in two hours. Shit.

Talking with Eddie would be the better choice, it doesn’t make it any easier.

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Steve is finally done with his last lecture and he's cutting through the inner courtyard to reach Robin at the entrance Hall. People have been whispering around him all day so he knows not only that the Stacy girl has no shame in pursuing taken men, she also has a big mouth.

Someone catches up with him and puts an arm around his middle.

«So, what is this thing about you breaking up with me with a billboard? Let me tell you it won’t work - I’m a sucker for drama and attention» Eddie presses on his side, his face only a few inches from Steve's. His smile is an amused one.

From the start, Eddie never shied away from physical touch: once he was sure Steve was comfortable with it - and not only he was, he loved it - there was always a part of Eddie in contact with him, whether it was an arm over his shoulders, fingers in his hair, hand on his back. Accordingly, they rarely did more than that in public, because even tho they were not hiding their relationship, homophobes still exist in 2022 and they live in Indiana.

Steve rolls his eyes and looks the other way, clenching the books he's carrying in his arms. Eddie's presence is enough to make him feel better, but he wants to stay mad «your groupies are delusional. And drop that grin or I might actually take on that billboard idea. I’ll make a giant one, over the main entrance» his tone is deadly serious but Eddie knows him better than to believe anything he's saying. He covers his grin with one hand, just in case.

«I know you're still smiling, Munson. I have a huge sheet and red paint at home and I'm not afraid to use it! It will look like that scene in Harry Potter, with the bloody writing on the wall and everything.»

Eddie can't believe that his boyfriend - who barely knew what Lord of the Rings was before they started dating - has just laid out a Harry Potter reference for him like it was a daily occurrence. He wants to kiss the daylight out of him, but that would make him actually mad.

So he puts his other arm around his stomach, caging him. They're forced to a stop.

«I'm sorry baby, you're just so cute all worked up,» Eddie says, containing himself from gushing all over him. Steve still avoids his gaze, but he's clearly melting under Eddie's attention. Pet names and physical touch always get through him.

«I'm glad one of us is having fun» Steve deadpans.

Eddie keeps one of his arms around his waist and lifts Steve's chin up with his free hand «I'm not gonna lie, it is kinda funny. And you are very cute and hot at the same time - somehow - but» he emphasizes the last word, dramatically, « I don't want you to be upset so, talk to me.»

Steve is a little embarrassed. He knows it doesn't matter, he's been through this before. People love gossiping, and he really doesn't care what they say. But also, he used to be the one on the other side, no one has ever questioned him being with anybody, or has given him that look of disgust he got from Eddie's most loyal fans.

Even so, Eddie has nothing to do with it.

«I'm sorry. I get you're some sort of rock star here, and I love that for you, I really do, but...» he's struggling to find the right words «... I don't know, I guess I'm a little jealous.»

«of the groupies?»

«No! Well, I don’t enjoy their presence, for sure. It’s more-» he’s trying to find the right words, Eddie rubs his palms on his back to encourage him «it’s about you. But not you - you, it's the way you carry yourself, like you were made for college! And everyone here can tell, as much as they can tell that I wasn't. I barely know which class I’m taking when, I don't understand what I'm studying and I feel like everyone here already knows what they’re doing, like they went to college before going to college, if this even makes any sense… and, I don’t know, it’s hard already when you know that you’re fucking up, but when everyone else knows and wonders why the great Eddie Munson is dating you of all people- it’s not great. But also, I can't even read a simple introductive chapter without getting a headache, so I get why people might have some reservations against me, I just wish they would keep it for themselves instead of bugging me every second of my life!»

While he was talking, Eddie had made them both sit at one of the picnic tables scattered around the court, he realizes.

It's clear to both of them that Steve's outburst isn't just about the gossip.

«I had no idea this was bothering you this much,» Eddie says, earnestly.

Steve starts fidgeting with Eddie's rings on his right hand, his left arm is still on Steve's back. He feels pathetic, bothering his boyfriend with trivial matters and his stupidity.

«It's not a big deal» he tries to take back some of his words, but Eddie interrupts him immediately.

«It is a huge deal if it bothers you this much. Plus, I get some curiosity about us, but asking you almost every day is just, fucked up.»

«Well, that's popularity for you. I thought you had figured this out by now» Steve jokes.

«Well, I was supposed to learn how to manage it from an expert, but somehow I always get distracted when he lectures me» he manages to make Steve chuckle. «But let's talk about college for a second. It flatters me that you think of me as a perfect social butterfly, but do I need to remind you that I came to you a couple of months ago because I couldn't take it anymore? Also» he shifts in his seat, taking Steve's hands in his «you're not giving yourself enough credit. College is fucking hard, man, especially first year. Everything is so big and serious and different compared to high school, you think I was this confident in my first year? it takes time to adjust, maybe even more for you since - well - you used to have the school at your feet. So trust your gorgeous, perfect-»

«I never said you were perfect.»

Eddie ignores him «-super famous boyfriend: you're doing great, you'll get there and even if you don't, there's no shame in failing. Okay?»

Steve stares at him for a few seconds, then nods «okay. But I don't think I can stand more people questioning your sanity for dating me.»

«Honestly, I'm pretty sure you misread the whole thing. They're totally thinking “why is Eddie Munson dating this hottie of all people? I don’t stand a chance”» Steve laughs, Eddie gets up «but just to be sure they won't bother you anymore...» he jumps on the picnic table, and Steve's eyes widen comically.

«Eddie what are you doing?? Come down!» he knows his boyfriend and his love for big grand speeches too well to not guess what he has in mind.

Eddie blows him a kiss «Attention everyone! Your favorite music department student has an announcement to make!» some people from said department immediately cheer and he thanks them with an exaggerated bow. Steve hides his face in his palm, knowing there's no way he can stop him now.

«I've heard there has been some confusion so let me clear the air: I, Eddie Munson, have been involved in a consensual, very sexual» Steve makes a strangled noise and a few people whistle «but also romantic relationship with this hot piece of ass right here» he puts his hands on Steve’s shoulders, leaving him no way to escape «Steve Harrington» he bends forward, Steve looks up at him and Eddie gives him a quick upside-down peck, as to reinforce the concept «who isn’t going to break up with me today, tomorrow or never. So, it’s none of your fucking business but if any of you shitheads has any concerns on this matter, you know where to find me. Thank you for your attention» he jumps off the table, the curious students who had stopped to witness the scene are giving a mix of incredulous, baffled and admiring reactions. Eddie barely cares, his eyes are on Steve.

«I fucking hate you» Steve immediately tells him.

«No you don’t» he's smirking.

«I'm breaking up with you right now.»

«No, you aren't, Stevie» his smile is somehow even bigger.

«I really, actually, genuinely hate you,» Steve says, hugging him. Eddie hugs him back, tight.

«How are you feeling?» Eddie whispers in his ear.

«I wanna say better but then I'm validating you putting up a show every time we have a problem.»

«I am nothing but a humble knight serving his Majesty the King,» he says, using a pompous tone for his character.

«I need no man saving my regal ass, thank you very much.»

When they reach the main Hall, Eddie's arm once again around his middle, Robin is waiting for them, a mischievous grin on her face «Excuse me» she addresses Steve, loudly «are you the famous Hot-Piece-of-Ass engaged in a consensual and very sexual relationship with Eddie Munson?»

Steve flips her off as Eddie laughs and high-fives her.

Let's just say, the nickname will stick with Steve for a while.

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Saccharine Mornings - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie admires your process getting ready.

A/N: I know it's been a while but life has been crazy (in a good way!) and today I just felt inspired to finally write this idea that i've had floating around! Also, I felt this wasn't my best work so i might update it later but for now, c'est la vie! As always, hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 581

Warnings: nudity, kissing, fluff

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The morning had been crisp when Eddie first felt his consciousness work to alert his sore, tired limbs. He became acutely aware of the dark ringlets tickling his cheeks.

Groaning, his hand felt for a hair tie, rummaging through the wrinkled sheets as his eyes closed in desperation to gain as much sleep as possible. Finding one of yours, as yours always had a metal band rather than just elastic, he smiled lazily.

Sitting up, the sheets pooled in his lap, soft and warm from the heat garnered by your nude bodies. He slowly gathered his ruly curls into a low bun. Eddie finally broke his eyes open.

The golden sunlight had managed to crack through the curtains. Eddie let out a happy sigh as this was probably one of his favorite times of the day. He could hear the shower head running and gradually creaking to an end, signaling you had finished your morning shower.

Eddie waited patiently in bed, much more awake now that he was about to watch you get ready. Eddie simply loved watching you pamper and ready yourself for the day ahead. It was something that was both intimate and domestic in its nature.

He could never pinpoint how he came to love this act of normalcy but in his eyes, you were the epitome of beauty. He always felt that your beauty was a clear glass reflection of how beautiful your soul is.

Breaking his stream of thoughts about you, you walked out in a towel. A smile spread across your face as you met his honey-brown eyes.

You could still see the blanket of sleep over him but his eyes still lit ablaze every time you met them. You scanned his frame, how the sunlight seemed to kiss his chest, highlighting his various tattoos. You loved Eddie like this. Relaxed, hair fluffy and wild, and absolutely love-smitten.

Soft “good morning’s” are exchanged but kept quiet to not interrupt the tranquility of the moment. You immediately went to do your after-shower routine. Dropping your towel, you poured lotion onto your palms, warming them up before lathering your skin.

Eddie watched and basked in the glory of your womanly form. He drank in the way you so delicately rubbed the sweet-smelling cream into your skin, massaging it in with expertise.

He sometimes asked if he could do it for you but today was not one of those days, today he simply wanted to admire.

The room is quiet as the only sounds are of you rustling around putting on various products and Eddie’s light breathing. His eyes glaze over as you finish putting your lipstick on.

Finished with your routine, you make your way over to his side of the bed before planting a kiss on his full lips. He drinks in the soft moan you let out as he pulls you in tighter from your neck. You break the kiss, happy that the lipstick’s promise of being smudge-proof proved true.

“I’ll see you after work, yeah?” You ask. Voice low and eyes desperately lost in the depths of Eddie’s doe eyes.

“Of course, baby. I’ll be there to pick you up like always.” He smirks. His thumb brushing your cheek ever so lightly.

Blushing, you finally make your way out of the room towards the front door, leaving for work.

Eddie runs his fingers over his lips with the gentlest touch where your saccharine lips once were. He wonders how he got ever so lucky.

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

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loveinhawkins · 10 months

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connected to this

Sometime during the bat-proofing of his Upside Down trailer, Eddie’s hit with a wave of vertigo so bad his ears ring.

He has to stop in his tracks, clinging onto the chain-link fence with one hand. He lets his head hang low until the dizziness passes. Breathes slowly.

At first he thinks the faint thudding noise is just an after-effect, but then he glances up to see Dustin scrambling onto the trailer roof.

“What’re you doing?” Eddie asks blankly. “We’re not going up there until—”

He breaks off at the look Dustin gives him over his shoulder—eyes bright with a frenzied determination.

“We’ve gotta block the vents,” Dustin says.

There’s something… off with his voice, Eddie thinks. He can’t put his finger on it.

“Okay,” he says hesitantly. “Good thinking, man.”

He joins Dustin on the roof, just watches him for a couple seconds, perplexed: he’s working so fast.

Too fast.

Eddie’s heart jumps into his throat when Dustin loses his footing; he yanks him back from the edge in a flash, forces out a chuckle, “Woah, hey, take it easy. We’ve got plenty of time.”

Dustin doesn’t look at him, doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s heard.

But he’s holding onto Eddie’s wrist so tightly Eddie swears his bones creak.

The ‘concert’ goes fine—Dustin delivers his countdown with precision, but his eyes always slide to a point that’s just slightly to the left of where Eddie actually is.

What the hell did I do? Eddie thinks.

He can’t come up with an answer.

“One!” Dustin bellows, and they’re off; Eddie makes sure Dustin’s always in front of him, feels like their feet barely touch the ground…

And then they’re inside.

We’ve made it.

Eddie sinks against a wall, breathless. “H-holy shit—”

“Shh!”

Dustin’s standing, one hand up. Listening intently.

The sheer noise of the bats on the roof is awful—scratching, clawing, chattering. Like mice in the walls, but a million times worse.

Eddie suffers through thirty seconds of not talking before it bursts out of him, and maybe it’s tempting fate, but he can’t help it, the panicked urge to voice it is too great, “I think—think everything’s holding. They’re…” He swallows. “They’re not gonna get in.”

Dustin nods faintly.

But there’s a rigidness to him that sets the hairs on the back of Eddie’s neck on end. He looks like a hound on the scent. Ready to bolt.

“Hey, um…” Eddie stands and nods up to the Gate meaningfully. “Think we’ve done all we can, Henderson. We were good decoys, and… uh, no deviations, remember?”

Dustin laughs. It’s a terrible noise; Eddie’s never heard him sound bitter before.

“Oh, now you want to go,” he says with uncharacteristic venom—but Eddie knows all too well how that can mask a deep, unimaginable terror.

Eddie opens his mouth—intending to reassure, to say something, anything—before he realises that above them, it’s all gone quiet.

Dustin comes to the same discovery a millisecond after he does. “What’s…” He trails off and finally looks Eddie right in the eyes.

He sprints to the front door, pulls it open.

Eddie curses. “Are you insane? Get back, shut the—”

But the only thing that comes through the doorway is the chill of The Upside Down.

A rumble of thunder. The bats screech, but it sounds like…

“They’re leaving,” Dustin says numbly. “Why are they leaving?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Eddie says, even though he feels sick to his stomach. “That’s not for us to—hey! Dustin, don’t!”

He lunges forward, but he’s not quick enough; Dustin slips right through his fingers, and Eddie watches in horror as he tears across the trailer park, and Eddie follows, of course he does, but he’s always a step behind, always too late to help—

The bats grow louder and louder. Lightning illuminates them, a monstrous cloud in the sky: they’re circling up ahead, and it makes Eddie think of vultures and carrion.

And he sees…

Dustin lets out this wail, a painful keen; Eddie feels it reverberate inside his chest, almost as if it comes from him too.

He catches up (too late, too late), and suddenly he is Wayne, pulling a child into his arms, urging brokenly, “Don’t look, don’t look,” even though when told that any kid’s first instinct is to—

“Let me go!” The scream sounds like it’s tearing Dustin’s throat, splitting him in two. A grief too much to hold. “Let me go, you asshole—Steve! Steve, please.”

“D-Dustin. You can’t help, he’s—” Eddie’s eyes burn. “He’s beyond…”

One solitary chime.

Eddie shudders, almost laughs—because if there was to be a vision designed to torment him, surely it would be this one; God, he’ll take it, he’ll take anything so long as it meant—

But Dustin freezes in his arms, and Eddie knows that he can see the clock, too.

With a gut-wrenching cry, Dustin fights to break away again.

“Don’t,” Eddie repeats, but it’s no use; Dustin hits him right in the jaw.

He falls to the ground, but the pain is nothing to the tug he suddenly feels in the back of his mind; he thinks of when Steve whispered, “He's here. Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like… He's in the walls or something. Just listen,” and Eddie could only stare in bewilderment, because some things are just impossible, aren’t they?

Aren’t they?

Eddie pushes himself up with his hands.

Dustin’s not running towards Steve.

He’s running towards the clock.

Until… he isn’t. He just stops, halfway to it. He looks over his shoulder, looks back at Eddie with heartbreaking uncertainty.

“I can—I can do it, right?”

It shouldn’t make sense—it doesn’t make sense, but Eddie inexplicably finds his mouth opening.

As if from somewhere deep within, he says, “Sure you can.” He doesn’t understand where the words are coming from, is just abruptly certain that he believes them with all his heart. “I know you can.”

Dustin takes a deep breath. He nods.

Runs.

Eddie watches him go—he doesn’t look away, not until the world is lit up, a burning white, and he simply can’t do it anymore.

#(temporary) major character death #eddie and dustin #dustin henderson fic #dustin henderson ficlet #eddie munson fic #eddie munson ficlet #steve and dustin #henderfam #dustin henderson #eddie munson #steve harrington

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leelei1980 · 4 months

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Bar Room Blitz

Eddie sees a guy bothering you during one of his shows and when the loud mouth frat boy doesn’t leave his girlfriend alone, Eddie takes matters into his own hands..

Authors note-This One-Shot was inspired by this string of re-blogs that had me absolutely FERAL https://www.tumblr.com/eddiemunsons-missingnipple/738968147033538560

Wrote this this baby in the wee hours of the night in about an hour, didn’t proofread so there could be mistakes, I will go back and proof read it later..

TW: 🛑Smut Warning-Mature Content- 18+- Minors DNI🛑 Violence(fistfights,brawling) and of course a little smut.

" What part of she's my girlfriend, stay the fuck away from her, did you not comprehend? "

Eddie asks walking up to the arrogant frat boy asshole that had been harassing you all night while he was up on stage. "I told you to leave her the fuck alone."

You grab onto Eddies arm and try to pull him away but he doesn't budge. " It's not worth your breath or bloodshed baby, let's just go."

" Yeah, why don't you just go? She's not even worth it." The Frat boy laughed, giving you a dirty look.

That's when you saw Eddie snap. In all the time that you had known Eddie you had seen him brawl just a few times, usually it was because of some loudmouth drunk being disrespectful to you or one of your friends. Let's face it , the Hideout was a dive bar that drew in a rough crowd, and sometimes stupid college kids that thought they were better than everyone else. But because Eddie's band played there you knew a lot of the regulars and they never gave you a problem.

" Baby, let's just go."

" Yeah, baby, just fucking go." College Boy said crowding into Eddies personal space.

You watched a cocky smile spread across your boyfriends face. " No Sweetheart, we aren't going anywhere. You just sit back , finish your drink and keep lookin pretty. You've got nothing to worry about."

The guy looked Eddie over and smirked, talking over his shoulder to his friend. " I think this long haired freak is trying to pick a fight with me."

" I'm not the one who started this Asshole, but I can be the one that finishes it." Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest.

The Frat boy laughed. "Oooo, I'm so scared."

Big fucking mistake. It was amazing how often people would look at Eddie and underestimate his strength. He wasn't a huge muscular guy, but he was quick and tough and knew how to fight, mostly because he had been bullied his most of his life.

Eddie laughed right back at him. " I'll tell you what Fuckhead, I'll even let you take the first swing. Go ahead." Eddie smirked and pointed to his jaw." Try to fucking hit me, I fucking dare you."

You looked at Neil, who was supposed to be tending bar but at the moment he was leaning forward ready to watch the show." Hey Neil, I think you should call Hopper."

" Good call, this could get messy."

Your heart leapt into your throat when you saw the man take the first swing, but Eddie was fast and ducked then countered , punching the guy right in the fucking eye.

The bar patrons all let out an " Oof," then went back to drinking their beer.

" You son of a bitch!" Frat boy shouted, than began swinging wildly, being drunk and only being able to see out of one eye was certainly doing him no favors.

Unfortunately one of his wild punches hit Eddie in the mouth and he stumbled back a moment , wiped his bloodied mouth with the back of his hand but then quickly regrouped. He smirked "Damn, that's it? That's all you got? No wonder you haven't got a girlfriend, you're a fucking pussy."

That's when the place erupted. Curses were spewed, fist were flying and you did your best to keep track of your boyfriend. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you watched the crowd gather around them. God you hoped Hops would show up soon. It shouldn't be too long, it was a Saturday night and there was nothing else for the people of this town to do other than come out and drink, he had to be close, waiting on people to leave then pulling them over to do field sobriety tests.

Almost on cue you heard his husky , loud voice getting closer as he made his way through the crowd of onlookers. " Alright , that's enough, break it up boys." Hawkins Chief of Police Jim Hopper barreled his way in, his large frame looming as he grabbed the two fighting men, thankfully avoiding any misplaced punches that were being thrown. "Enough!" He pulled them apart. It was then that you saw Eddie, breathing hard, still running on pure adrenaline, with a split lip and a puffy eye, but looking much better than his opponent.

You ran to him as quickly as you could and threw your arms around him, as Hopper wrestled Frat boy to the ground.

He pulled you close and kissed the top of your head."Pretty sure I won that one, wouldn't you say Dollface?" He smirked, blood smearing his teeth.

" Is it really winning if you walk away with a busted face Eds? " You grabbed a napkin from a nearby table and dabbed at the cut on his lip.

" I had to defend my Princess's honor."

" As much as I appreciate the sentiment, I wish you wouldn't fight for me. I hate seeing you get hurt."

" Oh come on Darlin, you and I both know that you think I look sexy with a fat lip."

You shook your head and smiled at him." Your incorrigible. Come on Rocky, let's go get you cleaned up and assess the damage." You would never in a million years admit it or encourage it, but watching him fight, god it made you hot.

You dragged him off to the ladies bathroom and locked the door. " God baby your a mess." You closed the lid on the toilet and motioned for him to sit down as you washed your hands and wet some paper towels. You watched as he carefully brought his shaky hand up to his lip and touched it.

" Does it hurt baby?"

" It's fine Sweetheart, I'm still fucking pumped up and not feeling anything yet."

You brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his forehead before dabbing at the cuts on his lip. " You fucking destroyed him Eds. " You carefully washed away the blood, and as you did you felt his big brown eyes watching you.

" To be fair , I fucking warned him."

" You did." You sighed." I just hate that your bloody and bruised because of me."

" I would do it again too." He took your face in his battered hands." I would fight to the fucking death for you."

Your heart skipped a beat." I know you would Baby -"

In an instant his mouth was crashing into yours, kissing you hungrily, greedily, despite his injuries. You knew what would come next. Hot, wild sex. The man fucked with the same intensity and ferocity as he fought.

His hands grabbed at you as he stood, tugging at your clothing and quickly disrobing you as he pushed you up against the wall.

" I fucking need you right fucking now." He growled in your ear as you frantically worked at his belt buckle and finally tugged down his jeans.

His cock sprung out, standing at attention, ready to be buried in your hot, wet core.

" Fuck me, Eddie, please." You whined as he pinned you against the wall and lifted you up. You wrapped yourself around him and held on for dear life as he thrusted up into you, making you gasp.

He groaned as he fucked you into the wall," So fucking good Sweetheart, this, this, is worth fighting for. "

" Your my fucking hero." You murmured into his neck causing him to pound into you even harder. " F-feels so good baby, don't stop-"

" Munson, are you in there?" There was a knock,Hopper was just outside the door.

You pursed your lips together trying to hold in the cries of pleasure that wanted to slip past your lips as he continued to fuck you at an unrelenting pace. You were so close, and at this moment you could care less if the Chief of police was standing outside the door.

" Munson? I have a few questions for you-"

" This isn't a good time Hops-" he said through gritted teeth, never stopping or slowing down one bit.

You quietly whimpered as he repeatedly hit that sensitive spot inside you and you felt the spring inside you snap. A wave of pleasure washed over you and Eddie closed his mouth over yours , muffling the sounds of your cries. You felt his body shutter and you held him tightly as he finally let himself go.

" Eddie? "Hopper knocked again." Hey kid, are you alright in there?"

Eddie smiled as he leaned his forehead to yours, "Never fucking better. I just, I just need a minute."

You held his face in your hands and kissed him again. This time he winced, his lips puffy and even more swollen from the feverish kissing. You mouthed, " Sorry." And he just smiled as you untangled your body from his and he carefully set your feet back down on the ground.

" Just uh cleaning myself up a little-". Well he wasn't lying.

" And why aren't you cleaning yourself up in the men's bathroom-"

" Because it's fucking disgusting in there Sir. I don't want to get a disease-"

" Good point."

Eddie tucked in his shirt and buckled his belt, then winked at you before opening up the door just enough to slip out. " You have questions Chief?"

" Jesus kid, your probably going to have a shiner in the morning."

" Isn't the first time, won't be the last. The guy wouldn't leave my girl alone-"

" That checks out with the story that I've heard from the other customers."

You carefully , quietly cleaned yourself up and put yourself back together as the Chief questioned Eddie in the hallway outside the door.

" Well the good news is Kid, that your not getting into any trouble- this time. Next time try to avoid confrontation if at all possible."

" Just trying to liven up your Saturday night Chief."

You listened, ear at the door for your chance to escape.

" I prefer taking a nap in the patrol car to taking a punch to the gut."

" I'll keep that in mind."

" Oh, and Munson, can you tell your girlfriend when she decides to sneak out of the ladies room that I need to question her about the incident? Thanks."

" Shit." You muttered and on the other side of the door Eddie laughed.

" You got it chief."

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Epic Steddie Fic Rec | May 8th-May28th 2023

So just like I got infected by the Steddie brainrot last fall, I've now fallen deep into the gay firefighters show and the last 10 pages of my ao3 is full of Buddie fics 😆 so most of these fics were read in the first two weeks of this rec...

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one of the good things by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Nobody Dies AU | < 1K | General): Eddie is staring at him. He sets the guitar aside, leaning forward and peering at Steve like he’s doing something particularly fascinating. “You’re angry.” Steve shakes his head reflexively, feels a prickle of defensiveness. He keeps his voice as even as he can when he says, “No, I’m not.” “Oh, you are,” Eddie says softly. Something must show on Steve’s face because he amends, “Like, not… Don’t worry. Not a loud anger.”

proof we’re here by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (<1K | General): “I used to wonder about this place,” Robin tells Eddie as they lounge on the couch, looking up at Steve’s pristine ceiling, not a cobweb in sight. “Huh?” Robin smirks knowingly. “Come on, you must have wondered, too.” She puts on a hushed voice of mock reverence. “The King of Hawkins High roaming these hallowed halls… if walls could speak…”

you're so fine, you blow my mind by griesly (PWP, Crossdressing | 4K | Explicit): Eddie walks in on a very private moment, with unexpected (and thoroughly enjoyable) consequences.

buzzer-beater history by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 Missing Scene | 1,7K | General): When Lucas Sinclair starts to apologise for missing The Cult of Vecna, Eddie initially thinks that he’s hearing things. “Jesus, Sinclair. I’ve got an ongoing list of folks who owe me an apology since, like, sixth grade, and trust me, your name’s not on there. Can pretty confidently say it never will, okay?” Eddie sees Steve tilt his head ever so slightly from where he’s walking just ahead of them, like he’s listening in. Spots his faint nod of approval. Eddie can’t decide if he resents it or finds it endearing—kind of gets the ridiculous feeling that Steve’s vetting him on behalf of the kids.

halving the compass by griesly (No Upside Down AU, Fake Relationship | 8K | Explicit): Forced to attend his father's elitist black tie gala, Steve Harrington asks along the one person sure to throw a wrench in the works - Eddie Munson. It's only for show, of course. It's not a real date. ...or is it?

Say Xanathar by pinkcash (PWP | 8K | Explicit): Eddie comes to sell Steve weed and leaves with a lot more information about him than he had originally. Like, for instance, he’s not nearly as straight as he thinks he is

Steve the Reluctant by rachtay13/ @rachtay13 (Post-S4 | 46K | Explicit): Robin raised her brows. “You know what, Harrington?” She nodded her head. “Yeah, you know what? I dare you to make a friend. I dare you.”

Dream Boy by indelicate/ @steddielations (Post-S4 | 8K | Teen): Or, Steve goes to see Eddie’s band play and finally finds what he’s been looking for.

Melt Me On Your Tongue by indelicate/ @steddielations (PWP, BDSM | 6K | Explicit): “This okay?” “Yeah it’s— shit, it’s��more than okay, Steve.” “… you’re crying, Eds.” Eddie can’t hold back a choked off noise then, somewhere between an overwhelmed laugh and a sob. “No one’s ever done this to me before.” He doesn’t know if he means no one’s ever given him a bath, or braided his hair, or just any of the things Steve does for him, really. Eddie's never had a Steve before.

I Wish I Knew You Wanted Me by indelicate/ @steddielations (Getting Together | 1,9K | Teen): Or, Steve finds out why Eddie likes wearing his clothes so much.

three whistles in the dark by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (S4 | < 1K | General): “Why are you whistling?” Eddie asks after he’s heard Steve do it for the fourth time. “Huh?” Eddie imitates him; it’s not like Steve is just casually following a tune in his head—it sounds deliberate. Encouraging whistles, one right after the other, in groups of three. Like a… like a call to something.

i’m down on my knees (i wanna take you there) by twelvexclara (Pre-S4 | 4K | Explicit): Steve really needs to pass his English class. So who better than to visit the resident genius/freak, Eddie Munson?

The Intuition of Claudia Henderson by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Post-S4, Claudia POV | 1,8K | General): Claudia opens the door quietly. It’s not Max who’s in the bed. And there, lying so peacefully against Eddie Munson’s shoulder, is Dustin. He’s fast asleep. Eddie’s got an arm around him, and he’s slowly running his fingers through Dustin’s hair the way she used to when he was little, to help him drift off. He looks up from his book at the sound of her entering the room, and his face goes as white as the bedsheets.

🖤 i've been having a horrible time pulling myself together by deadratz (Post-S4 Fix-it | Friends With Benefits | 74K | Explicit): The last thing Eddie thinks as he draws his final breath is that Henderson is gonna need a shit ton of therapy. But then, Eddie wakes up, gasping for air, and miraculously, he's being rescued. Now he has to figure out how to live.

WIP

🖤 better by you, better than me by palmviolet/ @palmviolet (Canon Divergent, Season 1-2 | 32/? | 167K | Mature | Warning: Violence): November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

Bandaids for the Heart by LexiRoseWrites/ @lexirosewrites (Modern AU, A/B/O, Nurse Steve | 1/16 | 5K | Explicit): Steve has been a pediatric nurse for long enough to know that Eddie and his daughter shouldn’t be seeing him in the emergency room this often. Ellie Munson can only shove so many marbles up her nose and eat so many crayons before he starts to think the five year old might have an ulterior motive.

🖤 Trouble Looks Good On You by indelicate/ @steddielations (Post S4 | 3/5 | 35K | Explicit): It happens like a fever dream. The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that. But then, it happens again. Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.

Until We Fall by indelicate/ @steddielations (Fake Relationship | 3/6 | 19K | Teen): “Hate to break it to you, Buckley, but you can’t set Steve up on a date ‘cause he’s already got plans… with me.” Or, it starts with a drunken night and a plan that Steve can’t remember making, but Eddie sure does.

🖤 Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 8/10 | 30K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren’t speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update–his character gets together with Eddie’s.

🖤 Steve Harrington’s Radical Fun Time Babysitting Service by Humanities_Handbag / @humanityinahandbag, Invader_Sam (No Upside Down AU, 90’s | 26/? | 100K | Mature): Alternatively: Steve accidentally starts a babysitting service, falls in love, panics [in bisexual], and gets himself a boyfriend. (Part 1 of 90’s Music Store AU)

the weight of us by loveinhawkins/ @loveinhawkins (Dustin-centric, Post-S4 | 2/3 | 8K | Teen): It’s only once everything is okay that Dustin starts thinking there’s something deeply wrong with him.

#steddie #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic rec #epic steddie fic rec

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Buddie 607 meta

I thought Felisa’s introduction was an interesting one. She’ll be closely associated with Eddie throughout the ep and by the end of it, we’ll see more layers to her, but the intro still presents her life as being to a great degree fake and shallow, very much revolving around putting on a show for her audience. Not to mention, Athena letting us know that Felisa at one point acted in such a violent and even life-endangering manner isn’t there for nothing. I found it an interesting choice to clue the audience in from the get go that this is not someone who is greatly compatible with Eddie, but even more so, that she’s not exactly someone who has room in her life to co-parent a kid with CP. And once again, it hit me hard, how in comparison, from 201 already we saw how similar Buck and Eddie are, and from 202 how much Buck would adore this kid,care about him, be a good co-parent and make all the room for Chris in his life.

~~ We saw in previous eps that when something is up with Buck, Eddie always notices it. So it came as no surprise he was the first to raise an eyebrow at Buck’s diet change. However, I had to scream a little about the shot that reveals this (and had to gif it). They could have focused on Buck’s glass after he was seated, they could have filmed him torso up. But no, they let Buck sit down as the camera follows him, and more than that, they had him sit down in profile, which emphasizes the crotch area way more than if he were to sit down normally and we’d get a frontal shot. This is intentional as all heck, and the framing expressions on Eddie’s face as he watches him, making it seem like Buck’s crotch is what he’s noticing, it’s too much to all be coincidental. ~~

But back to Eddie being THE team member with Buck senses that tingle, this ep showed us that it’s not just us thinking their bond is unique. The fact that we get a zoom in on Bobby looking at Eddie with an inquiring expression and gesture with Athena also turning his attention to him to get his reaction, and that Eddie without even a pause says he doesn’t know what’s up with Buck, it once again demonstrates that the trope of “everyone sees it” is true for Buddie. Everyone around them is completely aware that these two are married. ~~

Okay, regarding Buck’s sperm donation, the universe was CLEARLY screaming at him that this shouldn’t happen. In an ep that directly references back to 406, where Buck first tells Eddie that, and in doing so reveals himself to be someone who believes in listening to signs, and who reaffirms that this hasn’t changed because when his secret comes out he mutters to himself, “Stupid bracelet curse,” it’s very interesting that he ignores it all and goes ahead with the donation (at least for now). I do assume that the point is whatever he chooses, it will be his choice. He’s not being superstitious, or latching onto excuses, he's choosing his own path, and that will play into the rest of this storyline in terms of his growth as a person. ~~

Small side note from a gay person who knows a lot of gay couples that had to use sperm donations: men have to abstain from masturbation to do a sperm count, it’s not a personal choice, and the period of time to abstain is 2-7 days. Anything above that makes the sample worse in terms of sperm quality. My point is, Buck was trying to make things better, but he actually made them worse. I trust the writers did their basic research and they know this fact. ~~

The oblivious Eddie vibes were strong in this ep. While we got the background story for his disbelief in the supernatural, it also generally demonstrated that Eddie doesn’t tend to believe in that which he can’t see with his own eyes. He needs palpable proof, and neither emotions nor their significance can be proven that way, which might explain why he keeps missing the signs regarding what he and Buck really have. ~~

Something that got to me (and can also be counted in the “oblivious Eddie” column) was Felisa telling him that Alexis is all she has. As Eddie suspects this assistant of wrongdoing, he will later in the ep tell Felisa he knows Alexis is the only one she feels she can count on. It was just really loud to me, Eddie can try and talk to Felisa about what this means because he knows exactly what it’s like to have someone like that, Buck. So the subtext parallels Alexis with Buck, which means I was watching with interest to see what will we discover about this assistant? Even though everything seemed to point to her being guilty, if she was subtly paralleled with Buck, I was pretty convinced it would turn out she wasn’t the one hurting Felisa. I loved finding out that this ended up being the case. And I also thought it was interesting that in this context, Eddie brings up the tsunami in the ep’s last scene. The only way he thinks he can turn this woman’s POV around is to give Chris as an example. And that is exactly what he was doing for Buck as well, in 301. Not to mention, Buck embraced the insight Eddie was offering him during his chat with Chris in 302. Even in terms of the character’s name (yes, the name geek is about to strike again), Felisa comes from the Spanish version of the Roman name Felix, which means “lucky,” but also “happy” (for example, ‘felix finis’ means “happy ending” in Latin), and who do we know who’s been on a quest to find his happiness this season? This ep might not have been Buddie heavy in the text itself, but Buck was there, between the lines of Eddie’s storyline, the whole time.

(apologies for my own inferior gifs for this one section of the post) ~~

And that can also be seen in the moment when Eddie expresses his notion that he’s starting to think he might be the one who’s cursed. It’s the dramatic turn point in that arc and, despite Hen and Chim being the ones more closely associated for most of the ep with the whole thing (the ones who talk to Eddie about it, expresses their fear and superstition, trying to keep a distance from the bracelet), it’s Buck that Eddie says those words to. That’s the show telling us it recognizes that everything has more potency when it’s between those two. Plus, it’s also a reminder that even in the middle of his own trouble with his sperm donation, Buck will always check in on Eddie. ‘Coz that’s just how soulmates roll.

~~ Thank you to anyone reblogging! Y’all give me life. And for any show of support. I also wanna thank wholeheartedly @whosoldherout, who not only produced fabulous gifs for this meta as always, she did so while dealing with some stuff, and I just want you to know you’re a hero! xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie gif #buddie gifs #buddieedit #911edit #911 gif #911gif #911gifs #911 gifs #wm #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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I dare you - Eddie Munson x F!Reader Smut 18+

Summary - You dare Eddie to go a week without masturbating, and it becomes a little too intense for both of you

Word count - 6k (not all of it is smut ok? there is a build)

Warnings - Intense smut, oral sex (f recieving), piv sex, biting, hickeys, kissing, undressing, grinding, slightly rough top eddie, mutual pining, has not been beta or even proof read

A/N - i have no words, i hope you enjoy

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

18+ minors do not engage

You were lying flat on your stomach on Eddie Munsons bed. It was Sunday evening, meaning time was running slowly like syrup and you were both dreading having to go into school the next day.

The two of you had been hanging around his trailer all day, doing nothing but smoking and taking turns reading out loud to each other from one of the various books that were littered around Eddie’s room.

“Wait, hang on, I want to show you this drawing I did for you.”

“For me?” Your eyes widened and you felt yourself get excited. You had seen tons of his drawings before, and he loved showing them to you, but there was always something special when he made art just for you. “Don’t go getting all high and mighty on me, it’s just a doodle.” Eddie teased you, he left his comfortable spot next to you to find it.

“Shit- where did I put it.” He mumbled to himself beneath his breath as he started looking around the absolute mess that was his bedroom. “I know I put it here… somewhere.”

Somewhere was a pretty tall order, given the current state of his room. The floor was completely covered, barring a small path carved out between the piles of clothes so he could actually walk to his bed.

And his desk was barely visible beneath the stacks upon stacks of paper and books that decorated the surface. As Eddie rummaged through his room you let your eyes wander and realised just how many… sensitive items he always had lying about.

The handcuffs were no secret, as they were proudly displayed where they hung on the wall. Or the bottle of lube that stood on the nightstand. But there were smaller things that you hadn’t realised before.

Seeing him toss a couple of stray socks towards his laundry basket you couldn’t help but chuckle a little bit. Additionally you could spot more than one slightly suspicious rag or towel on the floor.

You had practically grown up with Eddie, ever since your first middle school talent show you had been joined at the hip. Even when Eddie finished middle school ahead of you, you stayed friends.

Part of you was intrigued by this part of him. You had always been close with Eddie, but also always just friends, nothing more. Not that the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, the natural charm Eddie carried with him made it impossible to not fall in love with him at least a little bit. And Eddie was usually always a little handsy with you whenever you were alone. You just never expected him to have had the same thought. And if he somehow had, would he even be interested?

What you didn’t know is that it had. On so many occasions that thought lived in Eddie’s mind for hours on end. Such as right now. Your legs were covered in ink doodles which he had drawn on you while you had been reading to him. You knew the two of you made a very strange pair, even as friends. The first time you had met Eddie Munson you had been sitting backstage at the middle school talent show after falling during your cheer routine and scraping your knee.

Eddie had sat with you, he made you laugh and temporarily forget the throbbing pain coming from your knee. That is when you found out that Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, was still a freak but a really nice one at that.

At some point you had drifted apart a little bit, when Eddie went through his angry and horny teenager phase, his words. And he had promised that had outgrown it, but only the angry part it seemed. But when he found out you were buying weed from another dealer and being totally screwed over, he took it into his own hands to befriend you again.

You had just wanted some relief from the various stresses of your day to day life, and you knew that more than one of your fellow cheer team mates also smoked, so why the hell not?

However, you did find something that was way more addictive than drugs, Eddie Munson. The slightly mysterious and standoffish boy which turned out to be this goofy sweetheart with a heart of gold. Who also just happened to really appreciate your company as well.

And it wasn’t long before you started hanging out regularly, spending your free periods together at school, or hanging out in his trailer over the weekends. He would pick you up from late night practices when both of your parents were working late. Eddie quickly became an integral part of your life again. He even showed up to every single one of your cheer games just to support you.

But he had never managed to convince you to come to Hellfire, you had always been scared of being the odd one out or accused of favouritism.

“Found it!” Eddie exclaimed proudly and held up the paper for you to see. His words ripped you from your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you saw what he had drawn for you. It was a sketch of one of the Dungeons and Dragons characters they had created together, but you had never played it. “What! It’s not good?”

Eddie faked his hurt and clutched his hand to his heart as he dramatically fell onto the bed next to you. His arms wrapped around you to pull you closer towards him. “How will I ever recover from this betrayal?”

You laughed and tried to push him away as you protested. “God no- who knows where those hands have been.”

“Are you calling me unhygienic?”

“No, I’m calling you a total horn dog Munson.” You teased and laughed at him before playfully shoving at his shoulder. “I think you might actually have a problem, y’know considering everything around here.”

It was no secret to anyone who knew him, Eddie Munson was constantly horny. What it was caused by could mostly be explained by the fact that he was a relatively young man with needs and urges.

“Who, me? Absolutely not.” Eddie rolled over on his side and used his arm to prop himself up. “I can stop whenever I want.” He claimed almost a little too proudly. “I just don’t see why I would ever want to.”

And as he said that, a deliciously evil idea fell into your head and you started hatching a little plan.

“Ok then.” You said and paused for a second, making sure that you had his full attention. His eyes came up to meet yours, those big brown doe eyes were always just a little too tempting. “I dare you to go a week without jerking off or sex.”

Eddie immediately burst out laughing.

“Well if it’s as easy as you say it is, then it shouldn’t be an issue right?” That made Eddie pause for a second. Were you taunting him? Would you do that?” “I’ll even do it with you, how about that?”

You were absolutely taunting him.

“Well I suppose the sex part won’t be difficult for you.” Eddie couldn’t help himself, if you were going to taunt him he was going to taung you right back. “I’m being serious!”

“So if I accept and I win this little challenge of yours, what’s in it for me?” Eddie raised his eyebrows questioningly as he looked at where you were laying. “What is my prize?”

You bit your bottom lip and thought it over for a second, you knew exactly what you could offer him which would make him fold. But you were also worried if you agreed he might actually manage to complete your challenge.

“If you win, big if, I will join a session of Hellfire, and I’ll even let you add whatever details you want to my character sheet.” The thought of the reward made Eddie’s eyes light up with a slight sparkle, and in that moment you knew you had him on the hook. “But if you lose, what do I get?”

“Oh I wouldn’t worry about that sweetheart, this will be the easiest bet I’ve ever had to win.” He shot you a teasing look before he gave you a wink. Eddie’s voice was so smug you had to resist the urge to slap him. If there was one thing Eddie enjoyed, it was his own antics.

Eddie leaned over and offered you his hand, which you took and shook it, confirming their little bet. “May the best person win.” You said and squeezed his hand.

“I will.” Eddie responded.

Your bet started Sunday evening and Eddie wasn’t worried at all about your little challenge. A walk in the park he thought. But it didn’t take long for that to change and become increasingly more difficult.

Already by Tuesday afternoon he had started to realise that you might have a point, he was a total horn dog. Damn it he hated it when you were correct.

But currently he hated you more for the challenge you were making him undergo. And he was becoming more and more convinced you were doing this to taunt him. Already on Tuesday he noticed the changes in your wardrobe, wearing shirts that were a little too tight and skirts that were a little too short.

You would see him in the hallway and wave at him or flash him a cheeky smile, making his heart race a million miles a minute.

When Tuesday came around he was becoming increasingly agitated, and on Wednesday he was down right frustrating to be around. His leg was bouncing all day long and he thought he was going to go crazy from the restlessness.

Eddie kept snapping at people during lunch. And none of this was made better by the fact that he simply could not stop thinking about her. You were the reason he was in this hell to begin with.

And it didn’t take long for his mind to start wondering. Mentally exploring all kinds of dirty scenarios. The thought of bending you over, or laying you down on his bed became constant in his mind. You occupied so much room in his mind it became difficult for him to think.

By Thursday Eddie had become increasingly more agitated and stressed. And there had been no outlet for these feelings this week, and there was no way in hell he would be dishonest and lie to you.

When he picked you up from practice Thursday evening you slid into his passenger seat with the same ease you always did and flashed him a smile.

“You still holding out Munson?” You chuckled to yourself and pressed play on the car stereo. “Have I won yet?”

“No, I am still holding out strong sweetheart. You seem to be underestimating me.” Eddie had to take a deep breath and push down the frustration that was rising in his chest. He would not be able to handle it for long if you kept up with your regular teasing.

“Then I must congratulate you on your efforts so far, let's see if they last.”

Neither of you said anything the rest of the drive back to your house.

By second period Friday morning Eddie was convinced it was the worst day of his life. For the game that evening all the cheerleaders were dressed up in their uniforms. Your uniform had always been his weakness. Usually he could handle seeing you in it, granted he could jerk off while fantasising about you later.

Everything about you, the way you had done your hair, your make up, the cut of the uniform against your upper arms, and how fucking short that skirt was. It drove him absolutely insane, and Eddie knew that simply just jerking off could never satisfy the need that washed over him when he saw her.

From the second he had walked into school that morning you had been prepared, you knew the uniform would cause the reaction it did. The short skirt hitting your upper thighs just right to drive him crazy.

It wasn’t planned, it was just a very happy coincidence that it happened to be game day. And whenever you would see Eddie you just had to dial it up all the way. Batting your eyes at him, or giving him the brightest smile you could. You wanted to break him. Wanted to see his smugness taken down a peg. You wanted to win, and you were determined to do anything in your power to make it happen.

“Come to the game later?” You approached him during lunch where he was sitting with the rest of the members of the Hellfire club. You leaned over the table to where he was sitting so you could slide him a ticket. Knowing that from this angle he could absolutely be able to look down your shirt. “Please?”

Eddie had already been planning on making it to the game. He didn’t care one bit for the sport but he loved to watch you cheer. You always looked so free and without a care in the world. And getting to peek up your skirt now and then was just an added bonus. However today he was going to need a miracle to make it through.

He simply took the ticket from the table and nodded “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“What the hell was that?” Gareth asked after you had walked away, but Eddie never answered. And you knew you had him.

By the time the game rolled around Eddie still hadn’t recovered from your encounter in the cafeteria. But he was not about to let you down, no matter how much you were infuriating him. Eddie could swear you were doing it on purpose. And you were.

The game passed in a blurr, that was until he heard someone behind him starting to talk about you.

It wasn’t uncommon for Eddie to overhear some snide comment about you, or see someone looking at you wrong during games. And normally he could handle it, but with the week he had been having, anger and frustration rose in his chest quicker than he realised.

People shouldn’t be looking at you that way, or talking about you like that. A part of him felt slightly guilty that he had jerked off to the mental picture of you more than once. You were his friend, one of his closest friends. But at the same time he wasn’t sure what to make of your relationship.

It had always been a little bit flirty in nature, and you would always riff off each other. Eddie had once called you sweetheart sarcastically but now that word had made its way into his daily vocabulary.

And he really did mean it too. His voice would always get just a little bit softer when he said it. It wasn’t his fault that you were the most beautiful person he had ever met. How was he not supposed to fall in love with you?

So when he heard that comment, from that insolent little worm of a sophomore about you. He finally just lost it. Eddie wasn’t a violent person, but before he knew what he was doing he had grabbed the sophomore’s collar and pushed him to the ground.

The rest was a blur, he was kicked out of the game and spent the rest of the time waiting for the game to finish.

He couldn’t blame the little worm for having those thoughts, because he had been having the same ones. His eyes had been glued to you throughout the entire game. The way you shook your pom poms, the intermission dance routine, every jump, split, kick.

This should not be so difficult for him. And he knew he sure was hell should not be having these thoughts. But if he told you, and you rejected him he didn’t know if he could take that. But for the life of him he could not stop thinking about you, about your body. Wondering how you’d look bent over his bed, skirt hiked up around your hips and underwear pushed to the side.

Sitting on the floor outside the gym Eddie only knew one thing for sure, he was going to make you pay, and maybe if he was lucky he was going to make you cry.

“What are you doing now?” Eddie approached you when the gym had cleared out a little bit. “We we’re going to get food to celebrate do you want-”

“Tell them you can’t make it, come with me to mine, get your stuff.” From his tone you could tell this was not a request.

Eddie said nothing the whole drive back to his trailer, he gripped to the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He slammed his car door with such force you worried he might accidentally break it.

“What do you think you are doing? Do you think this is funny?” Eddie asked the second the door to his trailed shut behind you.

“Think what is funny?” You knew exactly what he was talking about, but you couldn’t help but play dumb, because yeah it actually was really fun seeing him this pent up. You figured you had finally pushed him right up to the edge, and you were determined to push him over it.

“Oh that’s cute.” His tone was harsh, but his words were soft. “I think you know exactly what I am talking about.” He was definitely going to make you cry. “Your little bet, the revealing outfits, your showcase during lunch, this!” Eddie gesutered wildly to you, referencing your uniform. “You think all of this is funny?”

“Awe, are you struggling with my little challenge?” You absolutely could not resist teasing him, a part of you desperately needing him to pick up on the hints you were laying down. “Anything I can help you with?”

Then before you could react, your back was pressed up against the wall, Eddie’s hands gripping your hips and his lips crashed against yours.

Teeth and tongues meeting in a desperate, needy, open mouthed kiss. His teeth gently bit down on your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth.

“Your little bet has been driving me crazy.” Eddie mumbled to you between desperate kisses. “Haven’t been able to think about anything but you all week sweetheart.” He had used the nickname for you so many times before, but this time, in this setting it was special.

“So what do you say?” Eddie didn’t need to say

“You know part of the bet was no sex right?” You would be lying if you said you didn’t want him, this week hadn’t been easy on you either, and if you were being honest you wanted him, so bad.

“But if I fuck you, then that means we both lose right?” Eddie quipped right back at you, tired of this game the two of you had been playing for so long, he needed you. You couldn’t do anything but nod in response and his lips met yours again.

You could feel the slightest stubble of his chin, indicating that he hadn’t shaved for the past couple of days. And his mouth tasted like that morning's mouthwash and this lunch’s cigarettes.

His hands cupping your face, desperately trying to bring you closer to him despite literally having your body flush against his. Eddie knew he would never be able to get enough of the feeling of your lips against his.

Eddie’s hands slid down your body and snaked beneath your thighs, lifting one of them around his waist, signalling for you to wrap your legs around him which you gladly did. His hands rested against your ass as he started carrying you further inside the trailer and to his room, carefully dropping you on your back onto his bed. Your need for him growing with each painstaking second that passed.

And Eddie was far beyond the point where he wanted you, he needed you, like yesterday.

His fingers grasping at the hem of your cheer top and you responded by lifting your arms above your head. His lips left yours for a moment while he pulled the article of clothing off your body, tossing it somewhere in the trailer. You hissed slightly at the feeling of the cold hair hitting your exposed body.

Eddie took a moment to look at your exposed chest as you were left standing only in your skirt and bra. “Fuck… my imagination fucking sucks.” He whispered before he placed one of his hands on your waist, holding you close to him, the other slowly started exploring your exposed skin. “You tell me if this becomes too much ok?”

You nodded again before he leaned in and kissed the top of one of your breasts. His arm moved around to hold the clasp of your bra between his fingers. “This is in the way.” He laughed against your skin. “You can take it off you know?”

That was all he needed, snapping off your bra and sliding it off your chest. “Beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. His arms moved around you and pulled you into his lap. Letting you straddle his lap.

You playfully tugged at the hem of his shirt trying to signal to him to take it off. “I guess fair is fair.” Eddie laughed and ripped off his shirt to pull it off. The sight of his bare chest in front of you left you speechless for a second. The black ink of his tattoos sneaking along his bare chest and you could see his classic guitar pick

“Enjoying what you see? Because I sure do.” That's when you felt him beneath you, hard and poking against your thigh, the feeling was only turning you on further, the aching in your core becoming increasingly more difficult to withstand.

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you buried your face in Eddie’s shoulder. He gently ran his fingers over you bare back, enjoying the feeling of so much of your skin against his. “We can stop if you want.” Eddie said the words reluctantly, stopping was the last thing he wanted to do in this moment.

“I don’t want to stop.” You mumbled against his skin, and he let out a small sigh of relief. “Just… nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about.” Eddie tangled his fingers in your hair, forcing you to tilt your head back so he could look at you. “Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

You nodded gently and Eddie captured your lips with his once more, quickly deepening the kiss. His hands tugged at the roots of your hair, and he was rewarded by a small moan that slipped between your lips. He had never heard anything so heavenly before.

Eddie flipped you over, once more resting you on your back and climbing on top of you. He ran his hand down your cheek and grabbed you by the chin, tilting your head back to make eye contact with him before he kissed you again. And he kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Eddie kissed until he was worried he might pass out. His kisses spread and trailed down your body, your jaw, your neck, your collarbones.

He gently nipped at the soft skin with his teeth and ran his tongue over the sore spot apologetically when he heard you whine.

Even though he was desperate for you, and his cock was just aching to be inside of you, he wanted to take his sweet time with you. Because in his mind this might be the only time he got to do this.

Eddie places kisses across your boobs and chuckled to himself as your nippes hardened below his lips. Trailing kisses down your soft stomach before he got to the band of your cheer skirt.

“So what do you say? Gonna let me eat you out?” Had you not been so needy for him the question might have embarrassed you, but right now you couldn’t care and only nodded in response.

“I’m going to keep this on ok?” He said it like a question, but you knew he was only making you aware of his plans. Instead of taking the skirt off he pushed it up to your hips, flipping the fabric up and you immediately clenched your thighs together out of habit.

“No no sweetheart, you’re going to have to let me see.” Eddie whispered as you let him pull your thighs apart, heat rushed to your cheeks as he saw the wet patch that had started growing on your panties. “My god, you’re already so wet.”

Eddie ran his index finger over your panties, slowly dragging them over the damp spot you had created. “You know these are my favourite colour right?”

Of course you did, they were black. He leaned in closer, his warm breath so close to where you were most sensitive sent goose bumps across your skin.

“But- forgive me as I think they would look better on the floor.” Eddie’s fingers hooked themselves into the waistband of your panties and tore them off your legs quickly, removing them in one swift motion before readjusting himself in front of you.

His hands rested on your thighs and you could feel the cold bite of his rings against your flushed skin. Eddie placed a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, a sigh leaving your lips as he did.

“You’re already so excited for me… so perfect.” Eddie didn’t give you any warning as he leaned in and ran his tongue through your soaked folds, the sudden movement making your thighs stiffen up and you squirmed beneath his touch as Eddie slowly started sucking at your clit.

Eddie looked up at you from between your thighs as he slowly started working you over. God the look on your face was almost enough to make him cum right then and there. Your eyes closed, head thrown back into the pillow, eyebrows knitted tightly together as praises with his name spilled from your lips.

His tongue dipped in and out, circling and sucking at your folds and clit. Each moan and whimper that fell from your lips just edged him on further. He loved hearing his own name spill from your lips like it was a prayer to a god.

He would never be able to get enough of this, so for now he would have to make it count.

Your back arched from the bed and moans spilled from your lips as he continued to toy with you. Eddie moved one of his hands onto your stomach and pressed you back down against the bed. He showed no sign of slowing down. Your thigh started to tremble ever so slightly under his hand as he ate you out. “Eddie I’m gonna cum.” Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt yourself coming dangerously close to your release.

“No no no no, you can’t come just yet.” Eddie pulled away just a couple of inches from your soppy heat and a whine left your lips as he placed another kiss against the inside of your thigh. “A couple more minutes, you owe me that for all the teasing you’ve been doing.” He practically demanded.

“I- I can’t.” You managed to croak out.

“Yes you can, come on be good for me.” With that Eddie went back to feasting on her, sucking harder at your clit making you whimper louder.

“Eddie.” You moaned his name louder this time and felt herself approach the edge of your orgasm once more. “Just one more minute, focus now.” He mumbled directly against your pussy and the vibrations were almost too much for you to handle.

Eddie pressed a finger against your leaking entrance, gently circling it with his index finger, almost warning you of what was to come. Before you could react he pushed his finger into you and he groaned as he felt how tight you were around it, only imagining what it would be like to fuck you later. Eddie smirked as he found your g-spot, ever so slightly curling his finger against it, making your hips jerk forward.

“Come on sweetheart, cum for me.” He finally whispered, his face not leaving your pussy as he spoke. You didn’t need any more encouragement, letting your orgasm wash over you. You clenched around his finger and your eyes slid shut tightly as you rode your high. Eddie was still working you over, slipping in another finger at the tail end of your orgasm, wanting to drag it out for as long as he could.

Eddie’s own hips had been grinding against his mattress, your moans driving him crazy as he craved for his own release. He pulled away from between your legs and said something you couldn’t comprehend. Your mind was clouded by the post orgasm pleasure, chest heaving up and down as beads of sweat formed along your skin.

“What-” You finally said when your mind had cleared just a little bit more. Your brain was completely foggy and you were struggling to think straight.

Eddie tipped your head back and kissed you again, not caring where his mouth had been just moments before.

“May I fuck you now?” He mumbled against your skin, kissing down your neck and jaw, admiring the work he had done earlier. He savoured the touch of your salty skin against his lips and tongue. “Please, I need to fuck you.” A skirk spread across your face as you heard him say please, and you finally realised that he was just as desperate for you as you were for him. Noticing how hard he was and how he had been grinding himself against the bed, desperate for any form of friction or relief.

You nodded excitedly and tugged at his hair so he would get the hint. Eddie smiled widely at her, grabbing your hips and turning you over so your stomach laid against the mattress.

He shuffled off the bed and let the rest of his clothes drop to the floor, and he reached over to his bedside table to grab a condom and the bottle of lube. You tried to turn your head to look at him but he grabbed you by the base of your neck and pushed you back into the pillow. “Stay right there.” He commanded.

He ran his hand up and down the length of his cock a couple of times, groans spilling from his lips that made you desperate to have him fill you up. It didn’t take him long to roll the condom down the length of him.

Eddie ran the head of his cock through your folds, letting your slit coat him. “You ready sweetheart?”

You were just about to open your mouth as he pushed into you, making a loud moan spill from your lips instead. He pushed into you with the slightest amount of force, bottoming out almost instantly, letting his hips still against yours for a moment as he got used to the feeling of you. It was nothing short of heavenly.

“Whoops- seems like you were too slow there.” Eddie said as he slowly pulled back, almost slipping out of you before thrusting back in. The pleasure welled inside you as Eddie started to establish a painstakingly slow pace.

Skin slapped against skin as Eddie kept up his almost brutal thrusts. You were already sensitive from your first orgasm and quickly lost the ability to form any sort of coherent sentences. “God- fuck-” The words you managed to get out were muffled into the pillow, Eddie still kept one hand at the back of your neck keeping you in the position he wanted.

“God isn’t the person you want to be praying to right now sweetheart.” Eddie chuckled as he thrusted into you again. His hand came down and smacked your ass just enough so it would sting. “Such a pretty ass.” Eddie murmured.

He had slowly picked up the pace of his thrusts, the feeling of you around him was intense. You was so tight, and warm, and wet. It was perfect, and he was already struggling to hold on.

Your breaths hitched as he continiued to fuck you, sweat beading across your back and you were sure Eddie had fucked the ability to speak out of you already. You were putty in his hands.

“So tight… and wet… and all fucking mine.” At this point his hips were slamming against yours, and the sound echoed around his small room. Grunts and swears fell from Eddie’s lips as he fucked you.

You were a moaning and whimpering mess beneath him as Eddie fucked you into the mattress. He quickly came to love seeing you this way, so helpless and completely at his disposal to use however he pleased.

It didn’t take long for either of you to feel the familiar pleasure rising in your bodies, threatening to spill over any second. Eddie leaned down so his chest was flush with your back, and he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“Come on now darling, beg for me to let you cum on my cock.” His words almost did it for you , almost too much to handle and nearly tipped you over the edge then and there.

Your mind was so clouded with pleasure that you could barely form the words he wanted to hear, but slowly and surely they started spilling from your lips.

“Please Eddie please- please let me cum.”

“There is that pretty voice of yours.” You could hear his smug grin in the tone of his voice. He was still pounding into you at a relentless pace, chasing his own orgasm. “Cum for me, go on princess cum on my cock.”

You didn’t need much more than that, with a couple more thrusts from Eddie your second orgasm of the night took hold of your body and you cried out. Moans and whimpers entwined on your lips and you could swear you were screaming his name.

Clenching around him sporadically as you came around his cock. As Eddie felt you cum he felt his own orgasm approaching quickly and it didn’t take long before he was coming too. But he refused to stop fucking you as he did. Fucking them both through their orgasms.

Eddie collapsed on the bed next to you as they both slowly dwindled down from their highs, close enough to be breathing the same air. Your body had gone limp against the sheets and you were convinced you would never walk again.

You felt Eddie’s arms around you, pulling your weak body against his and pulling the blanket around you.

“If I knew you were that good in bed I would have let you fuck me years ago?” You mumbled directly into his chest, a little embarrassed to finally be admitting it.

“Years?” Eddie looked at you questioningly, one eyebrow raised and you only nodded in response. “Spring break sophomore year to be exact.” You whispered against his chest.

“We went swimming at the quarry, you had just gotten your first chest tattoo and I could not stop staring at it.”

Eddie laughed softly and pulled you in closer, he remembered that day so well, but for other reasons.

“You know, that was the first time I saw you in a bikini and I couldn’t stop staring at your tits.”

“Perv.” You joked and nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

Neither of them said anything for a minute, only laying there in the mess of Eddie Munsons bedroom tangled in each other's limbs, enjoying your post orgasm haze.

“So I suppose we both had a bet we lost.” Eddie said and you peeked up at him from where you were laying, as your eyes met his you both burst out laughing, not being able to help yourselves. “I suppose we did, what were you gonna give me if you lost?”

“Oh I was gonna give you a free ride with yours truly.”

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