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eddie munson | a little too drunk

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words: 3.1k

warnings: SMUT. 18+.

foreplay, nipple play, oral (woman receiving) no penetration, just the before part, b/c i suck at this. alcohol consumption and mutual intoxication. mentions of eddie being “the freak” (in the sheets, also). mention of reader having a shitty jock boyfriend and rough break-up. vague mention of cigarettes and weed. oh, also, the reader is curvy/plus-sized with stretch marks because the day I write a character with a perfect body is the day I stop writing altogether.

prompt: eddie x popular reader where eddie is dragged to a party or whatever they’re both WASTED and hook up and they wake up at eddies trailer and he’s so nervous and scared that she’s gonna wake up and flip out that she slept with the freak but she just kinda wakes up and giggles and snuggles into him and is just happy she’s with him cause of how long she’s crushed on him and he’s just sO CONFUSED JSJSJ

–also, a good song for this is let’s go home together by ella henderson and tom grennan, just in case you like putting a song to the fic.

You can’t stop looking at him. You’ve always been addicted to Eddie Munson — his smile, his eyes, his damn hair, the way he moves and speaks and isn’t afraid to be himself — but you’re usually much, much better at hiding it. Mostly because you only ever saw him at school before graduation, and it’s been out of sight, out of mind, since.

But not tonight. Tonight, he’s shown up at one of Steve Harrington’s, of all people’s, house parties. No longer surrounded by your old cheer posse, who were always quick to judge, you don’t have the restraint to pretend like you’re not fascinated. Especially not when you’re already a little bit — okay, a lot — drunk.

You sit with your feet dangling in the pool, a beer bottle sweating in your hand and the rippling water casting shimmering shadows against your face. The place is packed, but you can only see him. Your eyes are unfocused, but he brings clarity as he messes around with the few people who dare to be friends with him, Steve and Robin Buckley included. It’s the way his cheeks line with his grin, you decide. Or maybe it’s those low-slung jeans and the leather jacket. Maybe it’s just you being horny because your dick of a boyfriend broke up with you a month ago, leaving you alone with your vibrator, which, admittedly, gives you much better orgasms than he ever could.

Or maybe it’s just Eddie. His life.

His gaze snags yours across the pool suddenly, and you lower your eyes, smirking foolishly to yourself. But what are you doing? You want him to look at you, don’t you?

When you lift your focus, he’s still looking, though he pretends to be engaged in conversation. Your cheeks heat, but you do your best to radiate all of that old cheer captain confidence, even if it never quite came out for Eddie before. You’re not a little girl anymore, after all, and you’re not in high school. You can like who you want. You can be whoever you want to be.

And maybe who you want to be tonight is his.

He frowns as though your attention confuses him, and you clumsily — it was supposed to be seductively, but you’re drunker than you realise — lean back on your palms. His lips turn up with an amused smile and finally, finally, finally, he approaches.

“Hey, stranger. One of those for me?” He motions to the little collection of drinks you’ve gathered beside you, too lazy to keep going in and out of the kitchen.

“Sure. Knock yourself out.” Your words are slightly slurred, and you try not to giggle. Especially when he sits cross-legged beside you and you feel his warmth. You can’t remember ever being this close to him before. He smells like cigarettes and weed and musky aftershave, and something squirms deep in your gut.

“I think I’d better. Can’t let you drink all of these alone, can I?” He uses his teeth to remove the lid. “Got some catching up to do, it seems.”

“Exactly.” You kick your legs in the water to remind yourself this is real. You’re talking to Eddie. “I wasn’t expecting you here tonight.”

“‘Cos I’m a freak who should be playing D&D?”

“No.” You cast him a pointed look, mostly because you can’t bear the thought of him believing that’s what you think of him. You’ve always worried it’s the reason he never attempted to be friends with you: he saw the cheerleading uniform and your group of friends and assumed you were as judgemental as them. But you’re not. Different is good. You like different. Hell, you have your own nerdy interests that would probably put the Hellfire Club to shame. “‘Cos I didn’t know you were friends with Steve Harrington.”

He looks Steve’s way, chugging on his beer. “A new development, I guess.”

“Yeah? I could be a new development, too.” You’re too drunk to feel embarrassed, but you still hold your breath as you wait for his reaction.

Eddie guffaws, nudging you in a way that lingers a little past friendly. “You’re wasted. You do realise who I am, right?”

“Eddie Munson,” you reply. “One and only. And I’m Y/N.”

“Oh, I know who you are, babe.” His eyes trail you up and down. “What about your jock boyfriend? Is he not around to terrorise me tonight?”

Your features darken at the mention of him, and you look away. “No. He got too good for Hawkins, I guess.” Too good for me.

“Well, good riddance, I say.” Eddie kicks off his boots and flings off his socks before dropping his legs into the pool beside yours. Your thighs brush, his jean-clad and yours half-bare in your mini dress. “That guy was an ass. I don’t know what you saw in him.”

You shrug. “I made a lot of mistakes in high school.”

He scoffs. “Right. Little miss prom queen. Cheer captain. Straight A student. So many mistakes. Please. I’m one huge fucking walking mistake. I’m on my third repeat of Senior Year, for Christ’s sake.”

You guzzle down the last dregs of your beer. “Well, graduating isn’t as liberating and wonderful as everyone makes out.”

“Is that why you’re talking to me?” His tone is teasing, but there’s something hard beneath it, as though he really wants to know. When you look at him, you find his eyes already burning into you.

“As I recall, you came over to me.”

“You were giving me those fuckin’ eyes.”

“What ‘fuckin’ eyes’?” you ask innocently, doing your best attempt at a smoulder.

He points accusingly. “Those ones. Those ones exactly. The ones that could make a grown man sink to his knees.”

And isn’t that just an idea. Eddie, on his knees…

You clench your thighs together in a desperate attempt at creating fiction, swallowing carefully. “Fine. You got me. Maybe one of the mistakes on my very long list is never talking to you even though I wanted to.”

He freezes mid-sip, a drop of condensation from his beer rolling into his sleeve. “You wanted to talk to me?”

You raise your eyebrows as though it’s obvious, because it always has been for you. There’s something about him that has always dragged you in.

He stutters as though speechless. “Why?”

“Why?”

“I mean…” he clears his throat, rolling his shoulders back. “Why didn’t you?”

“You never seemed interested. I thought I was a little too boring for you. And, y’know, my friends were all jerks.”

“Boring.” It comes out in a half-chuckle, as though it’s ridiculous. As though you’re ridiculous. “I mean, I did think you were a lot cooler before you started wearing that uniform. Your style is rad, and I used to hear you humming Guns ‘n’ Roses in the hallway. Cool as shit.”

You tuck your chin into your chest, bashful suddenly. You hadn’t known he’d noticed that. You hadn’t known he’d looked at you at all. “So, what? I stopped being cool when I joined the cheer squad?”

“No. You never stopped being cool. You just…got popular. Didn’t think you’d want the biggest freak in town ruining your rep. You stuck with your people, I stuck with mine.”

“Oh. So we’re, like, Romeo and Juliet, then?” Your eyes sparkle, and you find yourself getting closer to him. So close you can smell the beer on his breath.

“Fuck that shit. We’re way cooler than Shakespeare. We could be…” He seems to soften, and then clicks his fingers. “What’s that shitty musical called about hair gel?”

You wrinkle your nose. “Grease?”

“Right. Grease. Not saying I’m gonna to break into song, but I could totally be your John Travolta.”

You choke on your own laughter. “Is that right?” Your tongue swipes against your bottom lip, and you lean in closer still, so your noses brush. “I guess I could squeeze into a catsuit for you if you wanted.”

You hear the exact moment his breath hitches. Agonisingly slowly, he tucks a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t bother. You’re already smokin’. Scratch that. You’re fuckin’ beautiful. Always wondered what it would be like to talk to you. To have your attention. To be the reason you laugh.”

Your heart rackets against your ribs. It feels like a dream. All these things you’ve always wanted to hear, and they’re coming from him. Eddie Munson.

The moment is broken when Tommy cannonballs into the pool, leaving you both soaked. You squeal, kicking the water back at him. “Jerk!”

Eddie just laughs — not at you. With you. He uses the heel of his palm to wipe the water from his eyes and then looks down at the both of you. “You’re a little wet.”

In more ways than one, you almost say. Instead, you roll your eyes and wring out your dress, the hem hiking further up your thigh. You feel his eyes on that little space dappled by cellulite dimples and stretch marks and pray he likes what he sees.

When he says, “We should go dry off somewhere,” you’re certain he does.

***

You perch on the edge of the double bed in Steve’s spare room, anticipation swelling like a balloon in your chest. A part of you worries Eddie might not come back. But before you can let yourself imagine the embarrassment you’d feel if he didn’t, there he is, a pile of Steve’s clothes in his hands. And he isn’t wearing a shirt.

“These were all I could find.”

Your eyes dance across his tattoos, his broad shoulders, his slightly soft belly, desire sparking in you. God, you thought he was beautiful before, but now…

You shouldn’t go there. Should you? Are you crazy for even thinking about it?

You try your best to feign nonchalance as you take the clothes, but when you rise from the bed, you stumble on your drunken feet, falling a little too close to him. He laughs; steadies you. Your fingers brush as you take the clothes, and you turn around, thinking that he’ll leave, and it’s probably best he does.

But he doesn’t. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot.

You raise your brows and set the spare clothes down. You don’t think you’ll be needing them. You hope you won’t be needing them.

“Are you going to help me out of these wet clothes?” you ask quietly.

He blinks as though he can’t quite believe you asked, taking steady steps forward until you’re close enough to touch. “Are you sure?”

“Uh-huh.” It’s an effort not to beg. You want him. You’ve wanted him for a long, long time.

“We’ve both had a little too much to drink. I don’t want you to do something —”

You press a finger to his lips, and when he quiets, you replace it with a kiss. He stills for just a moment, and then his hands are in your damp hair, your peaked breasts pressed against his hard chest, and you can’t breathe. You’re tingling, every nerve ending screaming, as he drags his free hand down to your waist. Lower when he cups your ass, and you stifle a groan. “Eddie…”

“Do you have any fuckin’ idea how beautiful you are?” he asks between kisses: your lips, your neck, your jaw. “Holy shit, Y/N.”

“You’re beautiful,” you babble, and it’s no longer beer you’re drunk off. It’s him. His lips, his touch, his warmth.

He chuckles at that, and it vibrates against your neck. But you pull away, cupping his jaw and meeting his eye, because you need him to know it’s true. You need him to know just how often you’ve admired him.

“You’re beautiful,” you repeat.

He shakes his head, his eyes glossy for a minute before hunger darkens them to near-black. “Can I touch you?”

“Please.”

His throat bobs as he looks down, fiddling with the hem of your dress. Your core throbs with how close he is to you. To the centre of your thighs. To the part where you need him most.

“Please,” you beg again. So he peels the dress off inch by inch, revealing your thighs, your underwear, your round stomach and cushioned ribs. His gaze scrapes up your body with the material, and you lift your arms so he can finally free you. The dress pools on the floor and you’re left bare.

His focus burns into your breasts and your nipples pebble with need as you imagine those lips sucking, biting, kissing. And you can’t wait a moment longer, so you pull his hand to your sternum in invitation.

He lifts his gaze to you and pounces.

You fall back onto the bed in a fit of giggles as his kisses grow more savage. He ravishes you, taking his time to move from your collarbone to your tits, and finally, he grazes his tongue against your nipple. The other is plucked by his calloused fingers like it’s one of his guitar strings, and this time, you can’t hold back the moan. Your hips rock desperately for friction, finding it against his thigh, still clad in wet denim.

“Take off your pants,” you order, already scrambling for his belt buckle. You help him out of them, your hands wandering down the staircase of his spine and then to his stomach. It’s so fucking soft, just like yours, and you’ve never been this confident in bed before. Never felt like you don’t need to cover up. The way he looks at you, like you’re a damn goddess, is proof you don’t need to.

You tug at his curls when he returns to kissing you, down the valley of your breasts, to your stomach, lower. The waistband of your panties.

“Take them off,” you ask again. He grins up at you, and everything in you clenches. He isn’t rough. Doesn’t tear them off like some men do. He rolls them down your thighs as though it’s just another opportunity to touch you anywhere, everywhere. And then the cool air hits you and you spread your thighs, too drunk, too addicted, too everything, to protect your modesty now.

He tiptoes his way back up your legs like you’re a piano and he’s the musician, placing sporadic kisses on your ankles, your shin, your knees. And then he’s there, between your legs, his fingers teasing the inside of your stretch-marked thighs. You grunt, lifting your hips impatiently, and it tugs another laugh from him.

“Tell me what you need from me, babe.”

“Everything. Everything.” You’re seeing stars already, and he hasn’t even touched you yet. You tilt your head to the ceiling as though in prayer — and then his tongue laps at your clit, and you come undone.

***

Eddie doesn’t know where he is when he wakes up, squinting against the blinding morning light pouring in through the window. He doesn’t know why he can’t feel his arm, either, until he shields his eyes and looks down at you. Your hair is splayed across the pillow, head resting on his arm and mouth slightly agape. Sleeping.

Memories of last night come back to him in bursts of colour. Your laugh, your moans, your sloppy, earth-shattering kisses. He feels like he’s been wrung out, turned inside out, but not in a bad way. In the best fucking way he’s ever known.

“Best fuckin’ night of my life,” he murmurs.

You stir, nestling deeper into his bare chest. “Hmm?”

“Nothing.” He can’t help but smile as his heart pounds, and he wonders if you can hear it. Gently, he draws the pad of his thumb over your cheek.

But then you bat your eyes open, and the dread hits him along with a strong dose of reality. You were both hammered last night. What if you regret it? It’s not like any of it makes sense. You’re beautiful and funny and popular and he’s…the freak. The idiot.

Jesus Christ.

Only he doesn’t catch any hint of regret. Your smile blinds him as you brush his hair off his face. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replies carefully. “You okay?”

“I’m…” You laugh nervously. “I’m pretty okay, yeah. Minus the headache.”

“So you…you don’t regret anything we did last night?”

You tilt your head up at him, frowning. “Of course not.” You draw back slightly. “Why? Do you?”

He pulls you back before you can even imagine him regretting a thing. His memory is a little foggy, but he remembers more than enough. His cock stirs, the ghost of your touch lingering as more images unravel. The way you writhed and moaned and begged, and the way he did the same. Fuck, he wants it again. He wants it sober. He wants it soft and rough, fast and slow. He wants to explore more of you, and he doesn’t ever want you to think he could regret it.

“Fuck no,” he says, peppering kisses on the tip of your nose. “Never. I just thought…I mean, it’s cool if you don’t want anyone to know.”

“Shut up.” You press a finger to his lips, just like last night. “I don’t give a shit about what anyone thinks. I had a good time last night. A great time.”

He can’t quite comprehend it. So many of his hook-ups, even his interactions, ended in them asking to keep it a secret, because god forbid anyone knows that they were hanging out with Eddie Munson. But you…you’re looking at him like none of it matters. Like only he matters.

Something north of his balls tightens this time — his hopeless damn heart. “You think maybe we can…I don’t know, do it again some time?”

You smile, closing your tired eyes again and locking your legs through his. “A gentleman would at least buy me breakfast first.”

He chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

And he doesn’t care that he can’t feel his arm, or that he still can’t quite believe this is real. He just wants to stay like this with you for the rest of the day, or at least until the hangover cravings get bad enough that he has to take you for the breakfast you’ve asked for.

So he does just that, wrapping you up in his arms and listening to your breaths lull him back to sleep.

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Fic Rec #Not Mine

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underatedcharactersunite · 2 years

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clueless. | Eddie Munson

pairing: eddie munson x class president!reader

summary: you have a crush on the 'infamous' eddie munson, but you no longer want to wait for him to make the first move. so it's up to you to move your relationship along.

content/warning: flirtatious!reader, mentions of a cult, sexual references

a/n: here's another post of mine that's similar to this, if you're interested.

It's a Monday at Hawkins High school.

You perk up as you see Eddie walking by in the lunchroom, minutes after the bell rang. All of his friends were already seated down in their respective spots waiting for Munson.

Eddie walked with a certain suave as he sat down, having a clear view of all of his friends.

God, he was irresistible.

You snapped out of your daze, dusting off your outfit and fixing your collared shirt. You needed to look good if you wanted to leave an impression on Eddie.

You could no longer wait for him to appear to English class and expect him to ask you out. The heavens only know how much you dreamed about it though. No, you had to make your move on Eddie because you two would not pass beyond the talking stage at this point.

It was now or never.

You cleared your throat before making your way towards him. You masqueraded your nerves with your usual charming and collected persona. You had to look presentable and keep up appearances now that you were class president.

"Munson, how's your day going?" you asked, appearing behind him. You noticed Eddie flinched, surprising him. Cool, now you scared him.

"It's going good - great - even," coughed Eddie, fixing himself in his seat. All of his friends had their eyes fixated on him, seeing how visibly nervous Eddie had gotten.

You took this opportunity to include the rest of his friends in the conversation. "Are you guys going to the festival this Friday?" You smiled.

The two young freshman, Mike and Dustin, stare at Eddie who was oddly quiet. "A festival?" questioned Mike, watching Eddie take out his notebook. It was obvious Eddie did not know how to act now that he was around the class president.

"The school is holding a festival to try and help those in need," you responded. "Are you perhaps thinking of going, Munson?"

You grinned, waiting for Eddie's response but all he could do was shove his face into his notebook. Dustin laughed at how awful Eddie was at hiding his blatant crush on you. Eddie did not have a chance to shoot the freshman a menacing look. Whatever, he was going to make him pay later.

You tried keeping your composure, thinking you were making yourself look like a fool. You looked at him as he stared intently at his notebook.

"Are those the notes for English class?" you asked. You pointed at Eddie's notebook, your chest pressed on his back as your hand landed on his shoulder. Eddie felt goosebumps, not knowing how to react properly.

You had your whole chest pressed on his back, your face mere inches away from his. Eddie was not brave enough to look up at his friends but he knew they we're all at the verge of laughing. You made Eddie feel weak, so much so that he forgot all about keeping up his eccentric persona.

"Y-yes," stuttered Eddie. Christ, he had hopped the kids did not catch him slipping up. Although his hopes were invalid, Eddie could already hear the soft cackling as he buried his nose deeper in his notebook.

You straightened yourself into a better position, now off Eddie. "Well, I'll see you in English class, Munson?" you asked.

Eddie refused to look at you, only giving you a furious nod. You smiled before walking away. You felt like such an idiot, why would you overstep your boundaries like that! You felt deeply embarrassed, hearing Eddie's table burst into fits of laughter. Your embarrassment only lasted so long when you hear Dustin say, "Dude, you were so obvious about it!"

"Shut up, Henderson!" yelled Eddie.

Your smile gets wider as you heard their fading bickering, now excited. Your plan was now in motion and you felt you could only go up from here.

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It's Tuesday afternoon.

Class had ended but you were one of the many people who stayed after school. You needed to check up on all the clubs to see who needed extra funding. It was a tedious task, really. Between having to interact with the Basketball team and Choir, you didn't know which one was worse.

It was worth it. You needed to get it done and over with, now the hard part was over. You scratched two clubs out of the way from your clip board, you only needed to check up on one other club.

The Hellfire Club. Perfect.

You started making your way towards the theater, going towards the basement where Eddie usually held the club at. You were surprised the Theater kids had let Eddie use up their spot. Arriving to your destination, you lightly knocked on the doors before entering.

You saw the Hellfire members whip their heads in your direction, obviously startled by your entrance.

"Oh, shit! It's that girl you li- ow!" Dustin hissed in pain, holding his ankle that had just been kicked.

"Were in the presence of someone wonderful today," spoke Eddie, grinning at you as you walked up to him. You shared the same wide grin as his. It seemed like Eddie was more in control of his emotions this time. "The class president. Is there something we can offer you?"

You chuckled lightly, leaning on the edge of the table in front of him. "Yeah, actually. I'm just here to check up your club, how everything is running," you said, holding your clipboard close to your chest.

"I promise I'm not running a cult," joked Eddie.

"I wouldn't mind if you did, just the folks up there would," you followed along, pointing up stairs as you referenced the Theater club. Eddie chuckled.

Your eyes skimmed around the room, quickly checking if anything was out of place. You turn to look at the board that is sitting on the table, grabbing a die.

"You oughta teach me how to play D&D some time, Munson," you flirted. "I heard you're well versed in this game. I could use a tutor to learn."

"Only if you can tutor me for English class," grinned Eddie, his heart beating fast. His natural charisma was coming back alive.

You nod. "Well, it seems like everything is fine and dandy here," you said, crossing Hellfire's name from your clipboard. "My job here is done for today. You kids stay out of trouble!"

You jokingly pointed at the young boys as you made your way out the club. "[Surname]!" yelled Eddie, before you walked through those doors. You turned to face him along with the Hellfire members, watching the interaction unfold. "You're welcome to join this club any time you want."

"Definitely," you threw Eddie a wink before you closed the doors behind you.

"Woah dude, congrats. You made yourself not look like a total idiot this time," joked Dustin.

You chuckled before walking away, your feet scurrying at how excited you felt. This was definitely going somewhere.

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Its was a Wednesday morning.

And Eddie could feel Jason's eyes boring onto his skull. He took a quick glance at Jason, fury written all over his face. You didn't seem to notice as you batted your eyelashes at Eddie. Your teacher had gifted your class free ten minute to do whatever you wanted before class ended.

You obviously took your chance to talk to Eddie who would always sit behind the class in the corner. "You've been showing up to class lately, Munson," you started. "Detention is no longer a fun place for you?"

Eddie chuckled nervously, tearing his eyes away from Jason and focusing on you. "I got a little bored dealing with the guys at detention," smirked Eddie. "Besides, I get to see my favorite person in this class. You, [Surname]."

You felt yourself get goosebumps, taken aback by Eddie's flirting. This boy was going to be the death of you some day.

"Plus, you offered to be my tutor, and I couldn't pass up on that," said Eddie. You scooted your chair closer towards him and Eddie swore he could feel his heart racing faster. Your legs were mere inches away from his, it somehow felt indecent even if it was not.

"I'm glad that you're finally taking your education seriously," you said. "What day is available for you?"

"Thursday, after school?" offered Eddie.

Your face dropped. "I can't. I have to help out for the Basketball event tomorrow." Eddie looked back at Jason. He was whispering to his friends before his group turned to look at you and Eddie.

"That sounds like a nightmare," responded Eddie, impolitely.

You knew Eddie did not have a good relationship with anyone from this school, especially those in the Basketball team. You tried finding a way to articulate your next words but the bell had started to ring.

"I know you don't like the Basketball team," you said, getting up from your seat. "But you should come by tomorrow, we can sort out the details there."

The idea of staying after school for anything else but Hellfire did not appeal Eddie in the slightest. He did not enjoy Basketball and he definitely did not like those jerks who played in it.

"Uh, I'll see if I have time," mumbled Eddie, also getting up from his chair.

Eddie saw the hope you had fade away, only nodding at his response. "Of course, if you can't. We can always try the weekend," you said, giving Eddie an awkward smile. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Eddie watched you leave the classroom, obviously bummed out he didn't take up on your offer. He hated how you had to help out in extracurricular events he hated.

"She's class president so you're gonna have to do things you don't normally do," said Dustin to Eddie. Eddie felt embarrassed that he was asking a literal child for advice. He was deeply infatuated with you but Eddie refused to admit it verbally. "That is if you really do like her."

Eddie frowned. He really did like you, maybe he would give it a try just this one time.

"Freak!" sneered Jason, passing by Eddie and Dustin in the halls.

Or maybe not.

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Its Thursday evening.

The shoes squeaking from the floor and constant dribbling made your head hurt. You hated being at most sporting events, loud parents shouting at the top of their lungs and kids leaving candy wrappers all over the floor.

You had thought about cancelling and not coming but you had given your word. You weren't going to back out from a promise regardless of how tedious it might be. You noticed Jason constantly shooting glances at you whenever he earned a point. You knew he was hoping on impressing you but you would just give him a dismissive smile.

God, you wished Eddie was here. Maybe then this event wouldn't drag out for so long.

You hear the doors open, turning around to see Eddie. Your eyes lit up, sure he was hours late but he appeared nonetheless. You watched as he made his way up the top of the bleachers.

You turn to look at the vice-president. "Cover for me, please? I'll be back," you said, as they nodded.

You stood up from your seat, quickly making your way over to Eddie. "I thought you weren't going to come," you said, trying to hide your excitement.

"I was debating on it, honestly," responded Eddie, scooting over to the side. He patted the spot right next to him, indicating for you to take a seat.

"Thank the heavens you appeared!" you exclaimed. "I was so bored. You're my savior, Munson!"

"Just call me Eddie," he smiled. "I thought I'd be of company because I can only imagine how boring this would be."

You both hear a screech from a child, diverting both of your attention before laughing.

"Is this what you have to deal with?" laughed Eddie.

"This is nothing compared to other times," you softly lay on Eddie before retracting.

Eddie laughed nervously, feeling his emotions for you intensify. He looked over at the court where Jason was standing, seeing both of you.

"Seems like you have a secret admirer," joked Eddie, hiding his insecurities.

"Who?" You turn to look at Jason, catching a glimpse of him before he was running around in the court once again. "Oh, Jason? Don't worry about him, I have my eyes on someone else."

"Who?" asked Eddie, rather quickly.

"You," you responded, simply. You could tell Eddie was caught off guard, almost like it was his first time a girl had ever confessed to him. You saw him try to articulate his words but you needed to go back into your respective position. "I gotta go, Eddie. You plan on going to the festival tomorrow?"

"Y-yeah," stuttered Eddie, still in shock. How was it so easy for you to just confess to him like nothing.

"Great, it's a date then!" you exclaimed. You gave him a kiss on the cheek before heading back to your spot.

You made the right decision making the first move. The universe only knew where you would be at right now if you had waited on Munson to make the first move.

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It was Friday night.

Dustin watched Eddie check himself out in the rear-view mirror. Dustin for the life of him could not believe that Eddie had scored such a catch like yourself. It felt like Eddie did not even try and he just aimlessly landed a date with you. It had to be a joke.

"I don't believe you have a date with, [Name]," stated Dustin, matter-of-factly.

"Believe it, you little twerp," insulted Eddie, feeling offended.

"C'mon, I don't believe for a second you did," Dustin crossed his arms. "You said it yourself, you couldn't even properly talk to her without being nervous. Did you even ask her out?"

Eddie stayed quiet, choosing not to say anything.

"Oh my god!" laughed Dustin. "Now we know who's going to wear the pants in the relationship!"

"Shut up, Henderson," muttered Eddie, getting out of his van. He felt his nerves intensify as he slowly approached your house.

He stopped midway, overthinking all of his life choices. Right now, Eddie felt a strong urge to just leave and hide in his trailer. Instinctively, Eddie turned around but was scolded by Dustin.

"Idiot! What are you doing!? Her house is that way!" yelled Dustin.

Eddie frowned, wanting to cuss out his friend but restrained from doing so. He walked right back towards your house, feeling ashamed that he was following orders from a freshman. Fixing his denim vest, Eddie started knocking on your door.

You opened the door, excited that the Eddie Munson was at your house, ready to take you on a date. How many times have you dreamed of this moment and now it was finally happening.

"You look amazing," complimented Eddie.

"Eh, I tried," you responded, locking the door and closing it behind you.

"Uh, I brought my friend Henderson," warned Eddie. "He only asked me for a ride, he isn't going to be anywhere near us."

You could tell Eddie was trying not to drive you away. You simply chuckled, find it endearing he was bringing his friend despite being on a date. Eddie continued his rambling, only for you to stop him in his tracks.

"It's fine, Eddie," you said. "You're just being a good friend, I like that in people."

You pulled him by his denim vest and gave him a kiss on his cheek. You headed towards Eddie's van, leaving him starstruck. Dustin was outside the van holding the door open for you, mimicking the actions of a butler.

"Your seat is ready, my lady," said Dustin, bowing his head down.

You laughed. "Thank you, sir," you bowed down before entering the van. Dustin closed the door, Eddie coming up behind him.

"Since when are you a charmer," glared Eddie at his young friend.

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Hail to the King, Baby | Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson brought you into the Hellfire Club room on your first day of being new to Hawkins - you never expected to be on your knees for him. And Eddie never expected to see you the next day.

Warning: SMUT!!! Oral M!Receiving, Blow Job, Language, Public Sex, Cocky!Eddie, Reader is 18+, Innocence Kink, Praise Kink,

Rating: E - NO MINORS!!!

Author’s Note: The chokehold Eddie Munson has on me is remarkable. Truly I cannot begin to explain the love I have for his character. IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO MY BABY BOY IN VOLUME II I WILL PERSONALLY LOSE MY SHIT!!!

Word Count: 6.3K

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number one fan

pairing: eddie munson x female reader

Plot: Every Tuesday, Eddie and his band perform for a (very) small crowd at the Hideout. Unbeknownst to him, you invited a few of your friends to watch him play and the night was a success. High off the energy, your boyfriend wants to celebrate and thank you.

authors note: pls let me know if he feels toooooo out of character - I was attempting to not mention anything about school and whatnot. I also have rewritten this like five times so I hope this is okay! Please leave some feedback! I’m a whore for words.

NOT EDITED, I’ll do it later. its 4am besties

warnings: 18+. minors dni, I’ll kick you, language, dirty talk, pet names, bathroom seggs, technically public but the door is locked, grinding aaaand it’s unprotected (wrap it before you tap it!) ur on top bestie! Some fluff x

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Watching Eddie play with his band was something you did every Tuesday. The crowds never got large, maxing at about 5 drunks at a time. It was disheartening, seeing your boyfriends talent so unappreciated. He was a natural with his guitar and his fingers, but his attitude changed from performing for you in his bedroom versus on stage with the boys.

Hawkins never did have a big rock scene, which is why you had made it a habit to travel around for shows. Travelling meant making more friends, and unbeknownst to Eddie, you had called a bunch to invite them to the Hideout.

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And they were roommates

Eddie x reader fic based on this post

1.6k words (smutish kinda, there's masturbation obvi but they don't go "all the way")

Eddie knew he needed a roommate if he was going to afford moving out of his uncle’s place but he didn’t expect it to be her. There weren't many college aged kids looking for roommates in Hawkins, so what were the odds the girl he had a massive crush on in highschool would end up moving in with him.

Turns out the odds were 100% because that’s exactly what happened. And now she wasn’t just in his wet dreams, she was in his house. Key word just, because she was very much still in his wet dreams.

She was just SO hot and he was around him ALL the time. Obviously since it was her home too, she wasn’t always fully dressed. Which was fine, he wasn’t going to judge a woman for wearing pajama shorts in her own house. But his dick certainly had a lot to say about it.

Because those shorts were SHORT and TIGHT and based on the way they fit snugly without any lines he could assume she didn’t wear any underwear with them.

So yeah, maybe late and night when he assumed she was asleep he would jerk off to the thought of her. Harmless stuff really, he would never do anything to make her uncomfortable but sometimes he needed a little release.

Tonight was one of those nights. In his defense she had bent over to pick something off the floor this morning and he got a perfect view of her red lace thong. Red was such a good color on her, and even better material for his jerkoff sessions.

He always imagined her sauntering into his room, confident as always, wearing just some tiny scrap of fabric that she apparently considered underwear. Or no, not just that. Maybe she would be wearing one of his shirts too. He loved it when she wore his clothes.

Recently she had taken to wearing his shirts around the house. And while he would never in his right mind tell her to stop, it did make things a bit inconvenient for him. Because his shirts were just a bit too long on her, meaning she often didn’t wear pants with them which was a whole other issue.

So he was pretty much done for. Not that he had much of a dating life before moving in with her, but it was completely gone now. The same could not be said for her. In the late hours of the night she was known to have a lot of visitors. He wouldn’t mind except for the fact that the walls were thin and he could hear everything.

Her partners were always gone by the morning which he appreciated but that didn’t change the twinge in his chest when she came into the kitchen with a self satisfied smirk and downed the rest of the orange juice from the carton, uttering simply “Gotta stay hydrated.”

He knew what it meant when she said she was “going out for the night.” So this time he decided to step in. While she was gathering her things and doing her hair he popped in without a plan in mind and asked “Why don’t you stay here tonight and watch a movie with me?”

She replied with a sweet smile, setting her things down on the bathroom counter. “Sure. Sounds fun!”

He was already riding high on the fact she put off her plans for him so when she snuggled next to him on the couch he was on cloud nine. It was a scary movie and by the end of it they were huddled together for dear life.

Something that was making it a bit hard for him to focus since she was practically sitting on his lap, her hot breaths brushing his neck and making him tense everytime she squirmed to get comfortable.

His hands snaked around her waist to keep her in place and stop his situation from getting any worse. However, the gentle surprised gasp that she let out wasn’t helping him in the slightest.

“Stop moving, you’re squishing me,” he lied.

“You’re so mean, Eddie,” she whined, pushing her hips back until she was flush with his front. He prayed to whatever god was out there that she couldn’t feel his obvious erection poking her.

“Are you done now?” he grumbled, not annoyed in the slightest just a bit inconvenienced from the way she was moving against him.

“Yep!” she replied cheerily, snuggling into his chest and stilling her motion.

Fuck fuck fuck. He could smell her from how close she was sitting, the scent of her vanilla and cinnamon shampoo permeating the air. Even if by some chance she didn’t notice he was rock hard against her ass she would easily notice that he had stopped breathing.

“Eds, what's wrong?” she asked softly, noting the difference almost immediately.

It's not like he could tell her the truth. I cant be around you without thinking about how much I want to fuck you and also I’m in love with you and also your shampoo smells really nice. He didn’t think that would go down very well.

“I’m tired. Are you tired?” he replied quickly, shooing her off his lap and leaving the room as quickly as he could.

She shook her head, having noticed his strange behavior a while ago. She had a couple ideas of what it might be but she never liked to assume. So she retired to her room as well, annoyed and confused.

Back in Eddie’s room, he had shucked his pants to the floor almost immediately and he was stroking his cock as quietly as he could. Usually he would turn on loud music to drown out the sound but since he had said he was going to sleep this wasn’t an option.

He couldn’t help the string of praises and mumbling of her name that fell from his lips. “Fuck. That’s it. You take me so good. Fuck baby, so good.”

Although his words were muffled by the wall, his roommate could hear a bit and she was intrigued to say the least. She wasn’t oblivious to the way he looked at her but she never had the nerve to confront him about it. Being roommates made things weird and she really did like living with him.

But she was ready to put everything on the line for the sweet sounds he was making. And to be able to hear them up close without the barrier of the wall, she couldn’t stop herself. Quickly she stripped down to only one of his t-shirts, knowing exactly what effect it would have.

She giggled as she krept down the hallway, making a show of flinging his door open. “What the hell, Eddie?” she yelped, as if she had no idea what was going on (she had a pretty good idea)

“Shit. Sorry. Did you hear that?” He scrambled to pull the blankets over himself, only giving her a brief glimpse of what he was packing. It was a lot. The thought of it made her mouth water.

“Yep,” she giggled, sauntering over to his bed casually. She sat next to him and he audibly gulped.

“Oh.” He stared at her blankly, confused about what was going on and a little delirious from being so close to cumming.

“Why did you stop?” she asked innocently, peering at him through her lashes and batting them seductively. She knew exactly what it was doing to him from the dark red dusting his cheeks.

“Uh…” He just sat there slack jawed, his hand resting on his stomach just above where he really needed it to be.

“I didn’t say you could stop.” Her tone was sharp now, her eyes narrowed into a firm glare. At Least it would be a glare if the lust in her eyes wasn’t so clear and present.

He brought his hand back to his length, rubbing over it slowly to get back into the right rhythm. He still wasn’t sure exactly what was going on but he’d be damned if he didn’t take full advantage of this opportunity. “Fuck. You like this? You wanna watch me?” he asked incredulously, his voice shaky and desperate.

She would be lying if she said seeing him like this wasn’t incredibly arousing. She coaxed the blanket off of him so she could get a better view of his large hand pumping up and down his even larger cock. “Mhm. I wanna see you cum and then you can fuck me.” She rested her hand on his thigh, rubbing comforting circles on the exposed skin.

“Not gonna take long, ‘specially with you here.” He whimpered when she slid a hand into his hair, forcing his eyes to meet hers. His breathing was heavy and he was struggling to hold on long enough for it to not be embarrassing.

She laughed at that. She fucking laughed. Laughing at his desperation, she left a trail of wet hot kisses down the column of his throat. “That's it. Good boy. Such a pretty cock,” she praised, doing the best to negate his efforts of holding off his orgsm.

“Fucking. Hell,” he moaned, thick ropes of cum spilling out and covering his fist and stomach. Her hand went to wrap around his and bring his fingers up to her mouth, licking his spend off of each digit and moaning around them.

She went to work licking his release from his spent cock and his stomach, pressing random kisses and sucking marks into his skin as well. He was already getting hard again from the attention, squirming beneath her with arousal.

“You’re going to kill me,” he sighed, tipping his head back against the headboard and groaning loudly.

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Its about time someone wrote an Eddie Munson sex pollen fic

Eddie Munson x reader

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Smut, slight dub con due to sex pollen, unprotected, mentions of pregnancy (as a joke)

She always said she would follow Eddie to hell and back. The UpsideDown was basically hell, so she had kept her promise. The second he jumped into Lovers Lake, she went right after him with no doubt in her mind.

This type of thing wasn’t usually her speed. Despite Hawkins overwhelmingly supernatural reputation she refused to involve herself in any of the town’s escapades. Instead she relegated herself to getting high with her best friend and listening to rock music. An easy life for someone who liked to take it easy.

Things were of course complicated when that aforementioned best friend got himself caught up in a murder investiation. Even more so because the actual murderer was a demon from the underworld of Hawkins.

The first person the gang of youths came to when they were trying to find Eddie was of course her, since they were never apart. She knew where to find him and reluctantly forked over the information when they explained the situation to her.

She was now intertwined with the mystery of Hawkins and a gaggle of Freshmen who seemed to have it all figured out, along with their college aged babysitters Nancy, Steve, and Robin.

She reluctantly followed them on their quest, grumbling intermittently about how Eddie owed her some good weed after going through this whole ordeal for him. But the second she saw him hiding out in Reefer Rick’s boat house, any sense of annoyance was gone and all she felt was relief.

She had to practically pull him off of Steve Harrington, coaxing the broken glass out of his hand and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Eddie. You fucking dumbass, what have you gotten yourself into this time?”

In his alarmed state, he was still frantically looking around and trying to take inventory of everyone standing around him. He relaxed a bit when he recognized Dustin and Mike, more familiar faces to put him at ease.

She noticed his apprehension and explained “They’re here to help, we all are.” She cupped his face in her hands and made him look into her eyes to see she wasn’t lying.

Reluctantly she left him at the boathouse and promised to return once things were sorted, urging him to call if he needed anything.

The next time she saw him he was huddled under a rock formation near Lover’s Lake. She rushed to him without a second thought, throwing her arms around him once again. “Are you good? Did they hurt you?” She had heard about Jason catching up to him at the lake so she was quick to scan his body for any injuries.

“Miss me that much, sweetheart?” he teased, secretly relishing in her increased clinginess. She wasn’t usually a very touchy person even when she was high, so he wasn’t used to feeling her warm hands ghosting over his body like this.

She sat with him while the rest of the group came up with a plan. All the sciencey stuff went right over her head so she was content to sit back and have a drink with Eddie while the smart people theorized about telepathy and gates to the other dimension.

They had decided the best course of action was to try and find a gate in the bottom of the lake from the Vecna’s most recent attack.

She was less than enthusiastic about jumping into the lake but obviously she wasn’t going to let Eddie go into the underworld alone with a bunch of strangers. “We don’t have to do this,” she offered, intertwining their fingers as he got ready to jump.

He whispered her name, pulling her hands to rest on his chest. “I need to tell you something-” It was clear that he was going to jump in and she wasn’t going to stop him. And she would, as previously mentioned, follow him anywhere.

“Tell me when we get back,” she interrupted simply, jumping into the water and tugging him in after her.

The second they came through the portal, they were involved in a vicious fight with a bunch of weird flying demon bats. She ripped a keychain out of her pocket and swung the sharp metal around like a shiv.

A swarm of the bats started to appear over the horizon and they made a rush to the woods. The pair stood beside Robin while Nancy patched up the wounds on Steve’s abdomen. “Wrap it up lovebirds,” she scoffed, as if she wasn’t wrapped under Eddie’s arm at that same moment.

Eddie joined in the teasing, pulling away to strip off his vest and pass it to Steve since he was without a shirt. “For your modesty, dude.” She giggled, patting his shoulder and leaning into him again.

They looked around the area, trying to gain their bearings. Ever the adventurer, Eddie climbed onto a fallen tree. Suddenly the ground rumbled, causing him to fall off the tree and into a growth of sweet smelling plants.

“Eddie!” she gasped, stumbling over the shaking ground to make her way to him. She helped him out of the bush carefully. A weird dazed expression was on his face but she decided to ignore it since most people were probably a little rattled after falling such a distance.

“Aw you were worried about me,” he slurred, leaning on her shoulder as she helped him up. His legs were wobbly from the fall and whatever plant he had inhaled.

“You’re so stupid. I hate you,” she whined though it was an obvious lie since she was clearly enjoying his closeness and flirting a little too much.

“Love you too, babe,” he teased, nose brushing the skin of her neck from the way he bent his head. She shivered both from the cold of the air and from his proximity.

He was quick to strip off another piece of clothing, handing her his jacket and smiling widely. “You looked cold.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, sliding the jacket over her shoulders. It was unbelievably warm and it smelled incredible. It smelled like him, a mix of weed, cigarettes, and the cologne she had gotten him for Christmas. There was also an overwhelming sweet flowery smell that made her cheeks warm when she smelled it, weird.

Eddie had stayed back to chat with Steve so she caught up to the other girls, needing a moment away from him to collect her thoughts. “Are you dating?” Robin asked as soon as she was in stride with them.

“I…uh. It’s… Eddie is… complicated.” She shook her head, thinking about all the times she thought something might happen between them and she was proven wrong. At this point she had pretty much given up pursuing him due to his constant friend-zoning. Although, she didn’t mind the friend zone most of the time because he was her best friend and that was enough.

But sometimes when she was a little too high, she wished she could hold him without having to pull away awkwardly in the morning and blame it on whatever they had been smoking.

“I’m not sure if I’d call Eddie a man. He’s still in Highschool,” Nancy joked, trying to draw away from Robin’s slightly rude question.

“Ok then boys are complicated, not that I would know,” Robin joked.

Just then was the moment Eddie and Steve decided to return to the main group. He was instantly wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing his forehead to her neck.

They walked like that until they got to Nancy’s house, he was intermittently kicking her in the back of the legs but she couldn’t be bothered to tell him to stop. Because for some reason his closeness was easing the weird burning sensation in her body.

When they got to the house, they split off and she brought Eddie into another room. He was acting weird ever since he had fallen and she wanted to make sure he didn’t have a concussion.

She turned around and took his face in her hands “ooh you’re hot!” She yelped, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead to get his temperature.

“You too, babe,” he quipped, winking and grabbing her wrist. He placed a quick kiss on the palm of her hand.

“No I’m serious do you feel alright?” she continued, yanking her hand out of his grasp.

“I’m really horny,” he whined, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her closer. Her hands fell to his chest, gripping his shirt to steady herself.

“Eddie? Are you high right now?” she asked seriously, knowing it was a strong possibility since he was high a lot of the time. And the way he was acting now did match the way he acted when he was high, very touchy and emotional.

“I think it was that stupid plant. Like weed but 100 times stronger,” he explained genuinely although she could hardly focus due to the way his fingers were pressing noncommittal patterns into the flesh of her hips.

“Ok. Explain to me exactly how you feel,” she demanded calmly even though on the inside she was anything but calm. If that plant really was the cause of his symptoms that meant it was probably some type of poison.

“I’m dizzy and I think I have a fever. Everything feels really intense. Oh and my dick is throbbing,” he groaned.

“Aw I'm sorry,” she replied softly, stroking his cheek and ignoring the last part of what he had said. “Do you wanna hold my hand? Would that make you feel better?”

“A little,” he replied, interlacing their fingers and giving her hand a quick squeeze. She remembered when he got his first tattoo. He cried until she offered to hold his hand and he was instantly comforted by it. Ever since then she would hold his hand when something was upsetting to him.

“I’m gagging. Are you guys done?” Steve loudly announced his presence from the doorway of the room that they hadn’t thought to shut.

“Yeah, are you decent?” Robin added, just a little too cheerful for the situation they were all in.

“Of course we’re decent Robin, jeez. Do you guys really think either of us are reckless enough to try something like that at a time like this?” she asked incredulously, offended that these people who she didn’t know would think so little of her.

“Honestly? Yeah,” Nancy jutted in, saying what they were all thinking. The sexual tension between them was palpable even more so thanks to the effects of that plant.

Nancy explained the plan with the bikes. She was happy to hear they were going back to Eddie’s trailer after a long day of unfamiliar locations so longed to be back somewhere she felt safe and comfortable.

She decided to get on the bike behind Eddie so as not to further his crotch related issues. Although she was sure her chest pressed tightly against his back like that wasn’t doing him any favors either.

Every once in a while he let out a little whimper. Which made her feel bad for him, but also made her embarrassingly wet when she thought about the sound in a different context. She was highly frustrated and every noise out of his mouth made her blood boil.

“Eddie!” she snapped. “What do you want? It's not like they can pull over for a minute so you can jerk off!”

“It huuuuuurts,” he whined.

“Fuck. You think I don't know that? I feel the same way because whatever you breathed in was on your jacket. So congrats we’re both hot and bothered.” She didn’t mean for it to come off so rude but she was frustrated, in more ways than one.

“Sorry,” he muttered, hanging his head in embarrassment.

“It’s fine,” she grumbled, going silent for a while.

That silence continued all the way to the trailer and then during them falling back out of the portal. He was starting to think she was mad at him. Really he should have known to assume that since his symptoms were getting worse hers would be too.

Just the sound of his voice was making her pussy gush an unnatural amount of liquid. She was sweating but also freezing. It was like he had said, a really weird horny fever.

Once they were all safe on the right side up part of Hawkins, she shooed everyone else out of the trailer so she and Eddie could deal with their problem alone and separately.

She locked herself in the bedroom and left him sprawled out on the couch. His uncle had left town when everything had happened with Chrissy so there was no concern of him coming home. That doesn’t mean either of them could be loud with the other in the next room.

Stripped down to nothing but a pair of very damp panties, she did her best to ride out the fever without masturbating with her best friend in the next room. He was not extending the same courtesy. He was jerking off as loud as ever and she could hear him clear as day through the walls. The filthy words spilling out of his mouth were better than anything her fingers could do anyways but she still couldn’t get any release.

It was like some invisible force was dragging her into the living room and she didn’t have the strength so stop it. “Fuck. Babe,” he gasped out as soon as he saw her, hand still moving up and down his cock and a furious pace. It looked too red, almost purple and she could see it throb.

“Nothing's working,” he whined, reaching out for her with his other hand.

“Eddie- I can't- I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re like this,” she stated as firmly as she could although her voice was shaking along with her legs that were clenched together tightly, chasing any type of friction it could provide.

“Just…Please. Let me touch you. It’s not as bad when I’m close to you.” The desperation in his voice wasn't doing her any favors either, his needy whines were doing something undeniable to her.

Everything in her brain told her this was a bad idea but she wasn’t able to think with her brain at the moment. So she crawled into his lap and laid on his chest, her panties the only barrier between their skin that was touching in every other place.

His hands smoothed over her back, groping at her hips and ass. She didn’t mind it except for the fact it was slowly but surely eroding her willpower. “Eddie,” she gasped when he gave her ass a particularly rough squeeze.

“Please. I need you.” His open mouth was ghosting over her neck, leaving a wet line of what could be considered kisses. They were messy and his lips and tongue were unbearably hot, raising her body temperature even more.

“Fuuuuck. I know.” She couldn't help the way her hips grinded down against his.

“Let me help you. I can make you feel better,” he pleaded, sliding his fingers past the barrier of her panties. He didn’t move them further, just let them rest there as he looked down at her for confirmation.

She nodded, urging him to continue. “This is such a bad idea.” The words coming out of her mouth directly contradicted the way she whined and writhed on his fingers.

“Oh fuck. Holy shit. I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as she tightened around his fingers, bucking his hips up to brush his cock against her soft skin.

She pulled away, frantically tugging her panties off and settling her hips directly over his. “Fuck me. You can fuck me. Please,” she whined, gripping his cock in her hand and lining him up with her entrance.

“Yeah. Yeah. Ok.” He breathed in deeply, gripping her hips and dragging her down onto him.

He was surprisingly strong, although some of that might have something to do with the plant he had inhaled driving his actions. He slid her warmth over him, thrusting as deep as he could manage from his place below her. “So good,” he slurred.

Her tits bounced from the movement, drawing his eyes away from where they were connected. He shifted to sit up, now at eye level with her he could bend down and wrap his mouth around one of her nipples.

“Fuck. Yes.” She slid a hand into his hair, yanking the strands more forcefully than she meant to. It didn’t seem to bother him based on the way his moan vibrated against the skin of her chest.

“Not gonna last,” he admitted, his hands gripping her hips forming dark bruises on the skin there.

“Me neither,” she gasped, speeding her pace to chase her own release.

Both of their release spilling down her thighs and onto his stomach only distracted them for a moment before the intense urge was back again, this time tenfold.

He slipped out, flipping them around so she was face forward against the couch, ass sticking up in the air. She felt his hardness pressed to her backside, already throbbing with need again. “Keep going,” she moaned, pushing back against him.

That was all the confirmation he needed to plunge back into her, long hard thrusts shaking both of them to her core. An obscene squelching sound along with the slapping of their skin filled the air. “How. Are. You. So. Warm,” he choked out.

“Fever,” she answered, although it was more of a muffled whine since her mouth was covered from being shoved face first into the pillows of the couch.

Her legs were shaking from the way he was pounding into her but she couldn’t bear for him to stop long enough to change positions. Since he was hitting a place inside her she didn’t even know was there, and she never wanted him to stop.

“Right-right there,” she screamed, reaching a hand back to grab his own. It was grounding to her in a way but it also meant she only had one arm holding her up so when she came she promptly slumped over.

He pulled out and helped her turn her over to lay on her back. She stared up at him, fucked out expression in her eyes.

With one arm he held himself up and the other cupped her face. He leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. “Feels better,” she murmured, craning her head up to chase his lips when he pulled back.

“Me too,” he responded, laying his head on her chest and settling his weight between her thighs. He snaked his hand down to her cunt, pushing his fingers in and out of her with the lubrication of their cum soaking down to his wrist.

She stared down at him, watching his actions and the milky substance he was playing with. “What if I have weird evil UpsideDown babies?” she asked, half joking and half seriously concerned.

“I would love them as my own,” he replied simply.

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Title: A Dose of Serotonin

Summary: Sy takes care of his girl after she tests positive for Covid. (Told from Sy’s POV)

Pairing: Sy x reader

Word Count: 675

Warnings: fluff, reader has Covid

A/N: This story was inspired by a little drabble I wrote for my beautiful bestie @cavillsthighs. I added a bit here and there and decided to post it.

Disclaimer: FEEL FREE TO REBLOG IF YOU LIKE THE STORY! Writers live off reblogs! Do not copy any portion of my material to claim as your own. Do not repost my work, or any portions of my work on any site and claim it as your own. Like all my other fics, this was written on my phone and not beta’d.

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Covid.

Stupid fucking covid. Two years in and she catches stupid fucking covid.

She just wanted to go on one trip. Now she’s in the bed coughing her head off, and trying to keep her fever from spiking again. I feel like the best thing I can do is make soup for her, and get her medicine and tissues when she needs them.

She didn’t want me to stay here but I insisted. Unlike everything else, she couldn’t do this one on her own. I'd already been exposed anyway; there was no way I was leaving her alone during this.

Drying my hands on the dish towel I looked around to make sure everything was done. Trash taken out, dishes washed, dinner warming in the crockpot. Only need to dry the laundry and I’ll be done. I could hear her coughing from my place in the kitchen.

“Sy?” Her hoarse voice broke my heart.

“I’m comin, doll,” I grabbed another bottle of water and headed to the bedroom.

My beautiful love. Normally she was bigger than life. Independent, strong, happy go lucky, but right now she looked so small and helpless. She’s bundled up in her favorite blanket, watching that show she’s been obsessing over. Aika had set up camp at the foot of the bed.

“What’d you need sweetheart?” I can’t stop my brows furrowing in concern.

“You,” she asked softly.

This simple request melted my heart. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman. It’s my honor to be the one she calls for; the one that she wants to hold her when she needs comfort. I should probably tell her that. Putting the cold bottle down on the nightstand, I kicked off my shoes, and pulled my shirt over my head. She watched me the entire time.

“Aika, come,” I called for her to get down. Being a good girl she hopped down immediately finding her bed by the dresser.

Climbing under the cool sheets I could feel her warmth. Her fever was breaking but still stubbornly hanging on. Seeing her smile despite all the bad shit going through her body right now let me know I was doing something right.

“C’mere darlin.” I said softly.

She immediately wrapped her arms around my torso. Her legs tangling with mine never failed to make my heart skip a beat. She laid her head over my heart.

For a moment everything was still, quiet. The soft hum from the fridge down the hall played in my ear. The tinkling sound of the decorations she had hung on the wall moving with the ac almost made me want to drift off. It was peaceful. For a moment. She coughed again, groaned and buried her face in the blanket over my stomach.

When she moved back I ran my fingers through her hair. I began to think how lucky I was to be here with her. I’d been worried about her since she came home. We thought it was the jet lag making her tired; maybe it was her allergies making her cough. As soon as she asked to take that Covid test I knew something was really wrong.

I pulled her closer to me without a second thought. I want to be as close as I can to her right now. I told her I didn’t care if I got it and I meant it. In fact if I could I’d take it from her, go through it for her I would in a heartbeat.

Her fingers skimmed over my chest, playing with my hair. She laid a soft kiss over my heart. I could stay in this moment, if only she felt better. Snuggling deeper into me she unknowingly made me feel on top of the world. Who do all these cuddles benefit here - me or her? I placed a kiss on top of her head.

“I love you,” I whispered against her warm scalp.

Either way, all I know is if serotonin could cure Covid she’d be over it by now.

#Captain Syverson x Reader #Fic Rec #Not Mine

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Moon Struck and Over the moon were both so good but something that so stupid that has been bothering me is Steven's fish?? Is one literally just named friend??

ask and you shall receive:

aka you and steven name the second fish and marc absolutely hates it. ~1.7k

You stare into the fishtank, watching Gus the Second and Friend swim circles around each other.

Really you'd only been trying to leave a note for Steven before you headed out to a recital, but the fish had caught your attention as they so often did when you tacked notes up.

"Thought you were heading out?" Marc says from behind you.

You hum and turn, watching Marc shuck on a shirt, his unruly curls still damp from the shower.

You resist the urge to cross the room and twirl your fingers through his hair.

This thing between you and Marc was still quite new, and you were trying to work out what exactly Marc’s boundaries were, to learn his signals of when touch was welcomed.

So, you stay where you are. He could be quite prickly some days and so you usually just wait for Marc to initiate touch.

"Is this fish really just named Friend?" You point to one of the goldfish swimming innocently along.

You'd never really thought about it before but now it seemed kind of sad, that one of them had a proper name and the other was simply the friend.

Marc shrugs, "I don't know. Does it matter?"

You tilt your head to the side, watching Marc's brows lift in askance at your concern before you turn back to the tank.

"Well, they're kind of a metaphor for you and Steven, aren't they?"

"No, they aren't," Marc says, approaching to stand next to you, the fish lazily swimming by your nose when you stoop to look at them.

"Sure they are," you turn your head to watch Marc's profile as he bends to watch them too. Marc is close to you, his arm brushing yours, and when you lean into him, he leans back into you.

As he watches the fish his nose scrunches in a way that lets you know he finds the comparison of him and Steven to the Gus and Friend infinitely irritating.

Once it would have confirmed for you that he only put up with you for Steven's benefit.

Now, it makes you smile. It makes you want to poke him a little bit more.

Marc turns his head to meet your eyes, his skin cast a strange blue from the light of the tank. You smile at him and Marc frowns back. "Steven only ever told me about one fish before Egypt. Then he comes back with you and a second fish, when Gus was alone before."

"This isn't even the same Gus."

"And Steven is no longer the same Steven." You both straighten before you slowly reach out to cup his jaw in your hand, press your thumb to the center of his chin. "Now there's two of you and two fish. I think that makes you the nameless one. Since Gus was here before."

Marc carefully presses one hand to your elbow and slowly drifts his warm palm up your arm. "I can't believe you fell for a guy that talked about his pet fish to you."

You scoff, "I found it endearing, Marc Spector. Better than only speaking to me when I was in distress."

Marc makes an annoyed noise as you release his chin and grab your bag from the floor.

"Friend needs a real name."

"So give him a name."

"Will you help me think of one?"

"No," he says.

You feign offense as Marc sprinkles fish food into the tank. "Fine, Steven will help me."

Marc's head tilts, "Steven says I'm being a right knob about this." His imitation of the accent, as always, is horrendous.

"You kind of are," you chirp.

"You've got the brains of the operation, baby."

"Thinking of a fish name requires a high intelligence?" You shake your head and lean up to kiss the corner of Marc's mouth. "Have a good day."

Marc wraps an arm around your waist before you can pull away and tips his head down to press his forehead to yours. "I'll walk you."

"At least pretend to think of some names."

"No."

Marc is watching you make dinner from his place slouched in one of the dining chairs. A sense of peace is settled over him - the sounds and smells of cooking, your low voice, Steven's quiet presence, you safe and at home, Seven safe and content - comfort him.

Normally he helped you cook but today he'd been relegated to the table, in your way more than he was helpful in his current state.

He was exhausted and bruises line his ribs, scraped knuckles still healing. He hasn't admitted to you that he isn't really sure where the injuries have come from.

But you look divine as you cook, your words flowing right over him, in one ear and out the other, soothing.

"Marc you aren't listening to a thing she's saying," Steven reprimands. "Stop staring at her arse and listen to her."

But you have a nice ass and Marc is tired.

"...Steven and I decided to name the other fish Guy so-,"

Marc sits up, "What? Guy? How is that any better than Friend?" Then he remembers that that fucking fish is supposed to be him. "Why does Steven's fish get a real name and mine is a noun?"

"Gus is also a noun, Marc."

"You know what I mean," he says, vaguely irritated with you.

You're trying and failing to hide a smile.

"You said you didn't want nothin' to do with naming the fish, mate," Steven says cheekily from the mirror across the room.

"I - I, that doesn't mean I wanted -," Marc realizes he's speaking out loud and that you're laughing, turning to glance in the mirror.

"Oh, he's regretting it so bad now. Not wanting to help me name the fish."

Steven looks like he always does when you seem to be able to directly address him in the mirror, soft eyes and loose shoulders, gentle smile and hands cupped over his heart. "Yes, love, he bloody well is."

Marc rolls his eyes, "Fine. I want in now."

"Sorry, we can't rename him," you say, plating the food carefully. "Friend was a placeholder name, now he has his proper name we can't very well change it again. Besides don't you think Gus and Guy is kind of cute?"

You turn and move accross the room to set a plate of food in front of Marc.

Before you can move away again, Marc hooks an arm round your waist and drags you into his lap. "It's fucking stupid, actually. We're changing it."

With a laugh that makes your eyes crinkle up, Marc's heart stuttering as he watches you, you pat his shoulder and say, "No, we aren't. I think it fits."

"It's not a real name."

"Sure it is. There are plenty of real people named Guy. Besides, between the two of you, who has a name that sounds not real? Marc Spector or Steven Grant?"

Steven is laughing so hard in Marc's ear that he wants to punch the fucking mirror just to get him to stop.

"Steven laughing at you?"

"Yeah," he snaps. "Change it."

You just smile wider, and he feels like his heart may actually stop. "To what?"

Marc's mind immediately goes blank. "I don't - I need time to think -,"

"But you had so much time to be thinking about it. You didn't want to help, remember?" You give his shoulder a sympathetic pat, "Me and Steven have been thinking about it for days."

"Baby," Marc pleads, hands going to your hips as you trace a finger down the line of his nose. "I would do anything for you, help you with anything -,"

"Besides help her with bloody fish names," Steven says, still laughing.

At the same time you say, "Except fish names, yeah?"

"Shut up, both of you," Marc growls but you just giggle again and kiss his chin before standing up and moving away.

You grab your own plate and come back to the table, sitting across from Marc. "You're pouting, Marc."

"I have a fucking fish alter named Guy, yeah I'm pouting a little bit sweetheart," he says bitterly.

You reach over to take his hand. "You can name the next fish," you say seriously. The smile that you're trying to repress for his sake makes the center of his chest ache.

His shoulders relax as your thumb strokes circles into the back of his hand.

"Oy, and I'm the soft one?" Steven says, "Marc, you're so lovesick for her."

Marc clenches his jaw and glares at Steven.

"Marc," you say, tracing your fingers over his palm when he purposefully turns his hand and lets it fall open. The sensation of you gingerly tracing the lines in his hand, to brush along his wrist and over his forearm, sends little bolts of warmth racing though him. "If it really upsets you, we can find a name that all three of us like for him." You trail your nails over the vein in his arm, following it to the crook of his elbow, your eyes wide and warm when he meets your gaze.

And Marc is so aware, so so so aware that he's being manipulated.

And he doesn't give a fuck.

He’d do anything you ask, do anything to have you keep looking at him like that, to keep touching him.

"No," he says, reaching out to knock a curled finger gently under your chin, tilting your head up briefly so he can look directly into your eyes. "It's fine."

You smile, glancing sidelong at the mirror where a Steven you can't see is smiling in triumph too. "You sure?"

"Sure," he picks up his fork, leaving his other hand where it rests on the table, because you are still caressing his skin so kindly. "We should get a third fish. For you."

"What would you name my fish?"

"Dancer."

And Marc really believes it's a good name for all of six seconds before you and Steven are chortling again.

"Like the reindeer?" You ask.

"Like the bloody reindeer, Marc?"

Marc tugs his hand back from you and doesn't say anything, sullenly quiet as the two of you laugh at him, but he feels a smile threatening him. Marc feels...good. He feels at peace. At home.

You take his hand again, giggling as you ask for forgiveness for laughing. Marc rolls his eyes as you finally settle down and begin to eat, fingers tangled with his.

Marc watches you, just because he can, because he no longer feels the need to hide the fact that he wanted to.

“I’m okay without a fish of my own. It’s good that Gus and Guy are friends. Maybe one day we’ll add another.”

#Marc Spector x Reader #Fic Rec #Not Mine

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