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Rabies

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Tags: 18+, NSFW, sex-pollen trope, mentions of injuries, hurt/comfort, porn with very little plot, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, P in V sex, pet names, lots of cursing, no mentioned pronouns but repeated use of ‘Princess’ as a petname, no Y/N, hence the fem!reader tag. Not edited well.

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Summary: Eddie’s encounter with the demobats in the upside down leaves him in rough shape, but alive, and that’s the most important part. After all, it’s not like the demobats have rabies, right?

Word count: 2.6k

Notes: Pretty sure for the spirits of @ringpop-poppy and @creme-bruhlee (sorry for the tag) possessed me while writing this, because the descriptions for the smut are.... filthy. I blame them, go read their stuff it’s great and their porn is just delicious. They both write Eddie so well it makes me blush.

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There had been a moment, a terrifying moment, where you thought Eddie was dead - and really who could blame you? Dustin hunched over his body, sobbing and wailing, while Eddie coughed up blood wasn’t exactly a comforting sight. You didn’t think he was going to make it even as you, Steve, and Dustin managed to pull him back through the portal.

You managed to get him back to your house and from there it was an exhausting eight hours of constant anxiety. You cut his shirt off, tossing the ruined fabric to the side while Steve grabbed just about every medkit you had in the house. Dustin hadn’t wanted to leave Eddie’s side, but you finally managed to placate him with the task of gathering whatever of Eddie’s things he could while you and Steve fixed him up.

Running around after a group of teenagers that regularly put themselves in life-threatening situations had given both of you some pretty good medical skills anyway, but even that wasn’t nearly enough to prepare you for the sight of gnawed flesh. The metallic twang of blood was sickening as you worked, thankful that it didn’t seem the bats had dug too far into the flesh - only a few inches.

It was a minor miracle and one you’d both been happy for.

Eddie looked like a mummy by the time you were done, wrapped in bandages but alive and breathing and that was what mattered most.

By the time Robin, Dustin, and Nancy returned carrying boxes of Eddie’s things and an assortment of pills, you and Steve had gotten Eddie settled in your bedroom and were finally dealing with Steve’s wounds too, thankful for something that wasn’t nearly as extensive as what you had just gone through.

In the end, they all left to go check on the rest of the gang, family, and see the state of Hawkins, leaving you to care for Eddie. Your parents weren’t home anyway and wouldn’t be for a long time, having gone off to visit some Aunt in Chicago that you barely knew. It meant Eddie could stay with you safely.

For days you fell into the motions of checking his wounds; changing bandages; cleaning him; dragging him to the bathroom; forcing him to take painkillers and antibiotics. You would wake, barely conscious, just long enough to take pills or swallow water and that was all. It was draining, and you had to wave off Dustin’s concerns when he would swing by every day to check on you and Eddie.

But Eddie’s heart was beating, and he was breathing, and every night when you crawled in next to him and laid your head on his chest, that was what mattered.

It took a week for Eddie to finally wake up properly, and that was when things got weird.

The clutches of sleep left you reluctantly, peeling away from your brain slowly as the memory of whatever dream you’d been having slipped away, falling for your fingers like mist. You blinked away as a few things began to register:

Firstly, Eddie’s usually steady heartbeat was elevated, thumping against his ribs a lot quicker than it usually did.

Secondly, his breathing was uneven, ragged, and deep. You could feel his chest shuddering under your cheek as he breathed in and then exhaled.

And finally, his hand was gripping the fabric of your shirt. Fingers balled into a fist, clenching the cotton that covered your back as you finally shook off the last remnants of sleep and jerked back, lifting your gaze to his face and you blinked blearily. There, they met a pair of familiar brown eyes and you could have sobbed. His name left your lips in a whimper and you felt pressure build up behind your eyes.

Eddie didn’t look well, his skin was clammy and sweaty, features pinches with discomfort, but he still managed to smile at the sight of you. “Hey, princess,” He grunted, voice raspy and croaky with disuse.

“You’re awake,” You whispered, breathless, as you lifted a hand to rest on his forehead, cringing at the feeling of just how hot he was, “and- shit, Eddie, you’re burning up. Fuck!” You pulled back your hand, shifting and pulling further away from Eddie as you began pulling down the sheets. “I was being so careful, I changed your bandages like three times a day but- but maybe they got infected? Shit, okay, Eds I need to check your-” And whatever else you were going to say was lost.

Because as you’d yanked down your bedsheets, leaving Eddie in only his faded Metallica shirt and boxers, you’d immediately noticed the prominent erection straining against the fabric, a small wet patch darkening the tip. Eddie made a sound like a whimper, lifting a hand to press it into his face as he groaned. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don��t know what’s- but I can’t think straight, Princess,” He explained, voice wavering. When he dropped his hand you finally noticed how big his pupils were. His irises were nearly entirely swallowed by them as he stared out at you from behind his messy fringe. His curls were wild and frizzy, in desperate need of some taming. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” He croaked.

For some reason, you recalled Robin asking if you thought the demobats had rabies.

“Okay,” You began, taking a slow breath in an attempt to calm yourself, “Okay, Eddie, it’s okay.” He clenched his jaw, reaching out to grab at your again. His large hand, missing his rings, curled around your arm and held it firmly but gently. You watched as he got distracted by the feeling of your skin under his fingers, rubbing his thumb in slow circles.

He dragged his eyes up to your face slowly, eyebrows pinching together. “Please-” He begged, the word ragged and desperate, “it hurts, please just- I’m sorry, please do somethin’?” It was wrong, he was hurt, he was recovering, but he looked so uncomfortable and it was such a weird fucking situation to be in anyway.

You couldn’t believe you were actually entertaining the idea that those fucking bats had some weird toxin in their bites that made Eddie painfully horny. It was ridiculous, right? Steve hadn’t shown any signs of that! But then again, Steve hadn’t been in as bad a condition as Eddie… and you hadn’t seen him this week anyway, so who were you to say if he wasn’t being affected in the same way?

“Fuck,” You cursed, lifting your hands to rub your face, “okay, okay, Eds. Just, tell me if it hurts, okay?” You asked gently, watching as he nodded his head quickly, hair bouncing. “Okay.” Your voice was shaky but you still crawled down, reaching your hand out hesitantly to the tent in the front of his boxers. You placed a hand over him curiously, surprised by the heat you could feel coming off of him through the fabric.

The small touch was enough to make Eddie groan softly, bucking his hips against you. “More, fuck, please more,” He groaned, “don’t be a fuckin’ tease.” That sounded more like the Eddie you knew, so you were encouraged to pull his boxers down, freeing him.

Eddie had such a pretty cocky. Decently big and very thick, flushing entirely pink with want as it smacked against his stomach. His balls were big and heavy and the sight made your mouth water despite all odds. “Fuck, that must be uncomfortable, Eds,” You murmured, lifting a hand over to squeeze his sack gently, watching Eddie’s face twist in pleasure.

“Fuck, feels so good,” Eddie groaned, “want your mouth, Princess. Wanna fuck y’throat, please?” And well, you couldn’t say no to him when he asked so nicely.

You crawled over his legs to crouch down between them, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his head. Eddie reached down, curling his fingers into the hair at the back of your head to tug you down close. He was too impatient to let you tease him, so you opened your lips and took the head of him into your mouth, groaning as the taste of him burst across your tongue. Strong, salty, and musky, which was all normal, but there was an underlying something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

It was forgotten when he thrust his hips shallowly, guiding more of himself into your mouth. “Fuck, look so pretty droolin’ on my cock,” Eddie rasped, fingers tightening in your hair. He was hot and heavy, so fucking heavy, on your tongue. You stretched your mouth wide, continuing to sink down until he hit the back of your throat and you gagged around him, a sight that made Eddie groan loudly. “Shit, fuckin’ take it, Princess. I know you can.” His encouragement made arousal pool between your own thighs. You wanted to take more, wanted to make him happy.

You hallowed your cheeks, sucking as he guided your head up and down his length, hips rocking gently up. Your previous concerns for him straining himself being gradually forgotten about as you fell into the movements, suckling on the head until he groaned, then taking him to the base, his dark public hair tickling your nose when it was buried against his pelvis. Over and over again, repeating the action until your jaw hurt and Eddie was gripping at the bedsheets under him with one hand, and your hair with the other.

“Fuck,” He panted, breathless, “shit, m’gonna fuckin’ cum. Gonna fuckin’ fill that perfect mouth,” He babbled, mostly mindless, but it only urged you on. Prompting you to swallow around him and lift a hand to palm at his sack. Eddie groaned, pressing you right down on him as his cock twitched, balls tugging up as you felt him cum. You gagged but relaxed, letting him paint the inside of your throat white as you swallowed every last drop before finally pulling away.

His cock bounced back up to rest against his stomach, shiny with your spit and showing no signs of softening, which immediately made your eyebrows furrow. You knew Eddie had an impressive recovery time, but he did need a few minutes before he could go again, especially after cumming that much. “Eddie,” You began, looking up at his face which was pinched in discomfort.

He cursed, head thrown back, “Fuck, please, please it’s not enough. It hurts,” He grumbled, reaching for you again, needy hands grasping at your arm and shoulder before he sent you a pleading look. You sucked in a breath through your teeth, then nodded.

“Okay, baby. I got you, just lay back,” You murmured, crawling over him then. Eddie nodded eagerly, never taking his eyes from you as you tugged your underwear down and tossed them aside. You were already soaked just from sucking him off, so you weren’t worried about prep.

You pressed his cock between your lips first though, rolling your hips and grinding yourself down on him. That alone made Eddie gasp, hands flying to grip your hips in his overly-sensitive state as you coated him in your wetness before lifting yourself up. You wrapped a hand around the base, holding him still as you finally lowered yourself onto him properly.

The stretch made your eyes rolls back. Eddie was so thick, without any preparation it burned slightly, but it was a good feeling. One that made your spine tingle and your toes curl as you settled down onto him, feeling completely, totally, fully. You didn’t move for a moment, letting yourself get used to the feeling. “God, you’re so tight,” Eddie said, looking up at you through his lashes.

You hummed, sucking your lower lip between your teeth. “I think you’re just big,” You murmured, finally rolling your hips and pulling a groan from both you. Eddie’s grip on your waist tightened as you set a slow pace, rocking your hips steadily above him to start with, breathing hitching repeatedly as your grinding your clit down against his pelvis.

Eddie rocked his hips up suddenly, an action that tipped you forward, forcing you to catch yourself. You ended up hunched over him, hands planted on either side of his head, giving yourself the leverage to start bouncing on his cock. “Fuck, just like that,” Eddie groaned, biting his own bottom lip as he pistoned his hips up into you, “ride cock so good, Princess. So fuckin’ good f’me.” You watched as Eddie’s eyes clenched shut, focused on the feeling on your tight walls hugging him.

His began pulling you down as he thrust up, pace steadily increasing until you gasped, hands flying to grip at his shoulders. Eddie didn’t care, too focused on fucking up into you to stop, his cock twitching as his thrusts became harsher, balls slapping against your ass with each frantic movement until he was groaning and emptying himself inside you again. Your head fell back at the feeling, soaking it in for a moment.

Then your gut twisted, breath leaving your lungs briefly as you tipped dramatically to the side, scrambling to grab at Eddie to try and catch yourself with little luck because you weren’t falling. Your back met the mattress, wide eyes meeting Eddie’s brown ones as he flipped you over. Big hands cupped the soft skin behind your knees, pressing your legs up and pressing into you.

“Eddie-?” You gasped, the rest of the sentence lost as he thrust his hips into you harshly, making you squeal in surprise. Eddie set a brutal pace, hunched over you like an animal, mouthing and biting at your neck as his hips met yours. Every movement made his heavy balls slap against your ass loudly, cunt squelching so loud it made your face heat up as you clawed at his back, desperately searching for a way to ground yourself.

It was so much, too much, you couldn’t think. Eddie’s presence surrounded you, his cock buried so deep inside you that you thought you could feel him in your throat. A hand reached down between you, a guitar-calloused finger rubbing quick circles against your clit that made stars burst behind your eyelids. Your came screaming his name, no longer caring about volume, about your neighbours, and Eddie followed soon after, dick twitching as he came.

Eventually, Eddie slowed down. His harsh thrusts turned into slow rolls of his hips. Your bodies were slick with sweat, hair plastered to foreheads and necks, but neither of you seemed to mind as Eddie pressed a slow kiss to your lips. You could feel his cum leaking out of your cunt, thick globs that slid down your ass and into a sticky puddle on your bed - you’d definitely have to change the sheets later.

He pressed his thumb to your abused clit. “One more f’me,” He slurred against your lips, “please, just one more. I know y’can do it.” You were tired but nodded frantically as Eddie groaned above you. “Fuck, that’s it, so good,” He said, voice strained, as he pressed his face into your neck, feeling your walls tighten and twitch around him for the nth time. Eddie gave a few quick thrusts, burying himself inside you and stilling entirely as he came for the last time.

Whatever fever had taken over finally lessen enough to let him pull out, leaving your abused cunt puffy and twitching as he slumped down next to you. “I love you,” Eddie whispered as he pulled you close to his chest, burying his face into the top of your head, not at all caring about the sweat. It was a problem for later. Just like discussing whatever the fuck had happened to him.

For now, your bodies were heavy and you were both exhausted. “Love you too, Eddie. Get some sleep.”

Eddie hummed and then his breathing slowed as he drifted off into a peaceful slumped. You breathed him in, wriggling a hand over his chest to feel the strong beat of his heart before you let your own eyes slide shut.

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