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‘Oh, my sweet boy, but I love touching you’

‘Anything you say, huh?’ - Part One

Gas Station!Eddie Munson x Harrington Cousin!Reader

NSFW 18+ (no minors allowed) smutty, touch starved, both have no shirt, reader have breasts, eddie have touching problems but reader help him, both in mid 20’s, pet name: sweetheart, Eddie pet names: beautiful man, babe, dry humping, dirty talk?? Idk if that is, oral M, cum in pants, pervert!reader??, sub!eddie, soft dom!reader (lmkiimta) | 3.2K |

Notes: Happy Valentine Day! I wasn’t expecting that I was doing part two but I can’t stop there ‘cause I love him so much in my whole life. Plus my last post almost reach to 900 notes!! Thank you all!! 😭

The first day you moved to Hawkins and you made the first stop at the gas station because you really wanted to see Eddie so badly. It's been a week since he made you cum and you haven’t stopped thinking about him.

He’s driving you crazier.

After you went into the gas station, you saw the puppy brown eyes were full of sparkling when he saw you and he grew the happiest on his face.

You did not waste the time as you grabbed his shirt into the fist and pulled him onto your lips, his lips are as soft as you remember, your cherry chapstick mixed with the taste of his yoohoo chocolate drink.

Pull apart, both panting. You told him that he needs to come over to your house and “help” out with moving boxes. He agreed in a whisper.

You're grinning. You can’t wait to play with him.

Two months have passed since you began dating Eddie, and everything has been wonderful. However, there is one issue: you have not had sex. Yet.

Eddie having issues with touching skin because of his scars, it scaring him, makes him feel like he’s a monster. It got him thinking too many times, what you would do if you saw his scars for the first time and ran away, screamed, or laughed at him. He just is not ready for it.

You totally understand his feelings, you're in no hurry, no rush and you don’t want to push him. But it driving you insane, you want to touch and kissing all over his beautiful skin, tattoos, scars, fucking anywhere. You don’t need or want to have sex but touching him is what you need. Every time you tried to touch his arm and he moved to reach his hand or if you tried to kiss his scar cheek, he turned the other cheek. Ugh! You want to kiss that cheek!

You’ve been playing yourself so many time when you keep imagining his scars, fuck the beautiful scars cheek down to the neck. You saw him twice or third in tank tops, the dark red back of left forearm twisted around the arm, the missing pinky finger.

You want to see full of him. You must see him naked. But not yet… so you have a great idea. You called him and told him that you wanted him to come over to have a pizza and watch horror movies. He agreed.

Calling at the Surfer Boy Pizza and getting Hawaiian pizza and Italian sausage pizza. You pick up the beers to put them in the fridge, you know he only likes beer and you got yourself a red wine. The last thing to put VHS Zombie (1979) into the player. Hope this works or you’ll lose him.

You hear the door knocking, he’s here. You swing the door open and there is he, the handsome with curly hair in the dark blue shirt and deep grey sweatpants

Eddie is holding a rose and other is a wine, Chateau Climens. You weren’t expecting that he brought a wine but can’t wait to taste them. Your heart full of flutter as you took the roses from him and sniffed them, smell so amazing. You let Eddie in and tell him that you’re getting the vase for the roses.

After you set up with beautiful flowers, you both sat down on the couch and talked to each other about what they didn't know about you or him or about jobs.

You really can’t stop staring at his eyes… and can’t stop listening to Eddie voice, god, music to your ears. The amazing lips, it was perfect for kissing and the jawline, fuck you want to bite it same as his neck. Goddamnit. You were just about ready to jump onto his lap but thankfully the pizza was here, saved yourself time.

Both really enjoy pizza and half movie to go, you decided to make a move as slowly crawling onto his lap. He looks up at you, smirking, hands on your hips. He knows you are very impatient and Eddie’s really proud of you for being patient if he’s not ready.

Your hands land on his both cheeks. He already got used to it with his right cheek a little while ago, that was the first step, so you want to give him more. The hands are language, touch on the skin is showing love and addiction. The only thing that he doesn’t know about you is touch-starved.

You must touch his skin as soon as possible, and it is driving you mad. You have no qualms with his scars because they belong to him and define who he is. You love his scars.

You leaning down to his lips and giving the deeply kissing, so much tongues, sharing spits

God, Eddie kisses fire, igneting through you. The press of his lips against yours is firm and warm. His tongue reaches out and you submit to him, allowing him to explore your mouth. You reply in kind, using your tongue to swipe against his, moving your hand to weave into his hair.

He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. He draws a deep moan from your mouth, the pure pleasure of the moment taking over you. He can feel your mouth turn at the corners, smiling into his.

You move your hand slowly on his scar neck and give the softer kisses on the side of his lips, cheek and down to his neck and give him deep purple hickey as he moans. It’s working.

Fingers dig into his collar to pull down and your lips softly tracing down and down, just about reaching his chest scar but he’s frozen.

You groan as drop your forehead against his chest.

“I-I’m sorry, it just-“

“Don’t apologize, I’m the one who should be sorry.” You paused as you looked at his sad puppy brown eyes. “I understand if you’re not ready. But can’t you let me show you how much I want you, we don’t have to do sex, all I want is to touch all over you.”

He gulps and looks away while his eyes fill with tears, he sure does want someone to feel/touch his skin but the skin are not the same as before the Upside Down. They are not smooth, don’t look good, don't match the colour and his favourite missing nipple. Again, that little fucker Demobat.

You can read his mind; you must do something before he spirals into this state forever, feeling unloved and restless for the rest of his life. No, you cannot let him suffer.

“Eddie”

He meet your eyes again

“You are beautiful. You have beautiful skin, those scars show you that you are a hero.” you paused as he looked away but you cupped his face to force him to make eye contact. “You are, Eddie. This scar is who you are and they belong to you. You are a beautiful, gorgeous man”

He rolling his eyes as look away, he doesn’t believe your words at all, he think your words only try to make him feel better but he does knows that he is not beautiful or gorgeous, can’t even look himself in mirror

“Edward…” you wait till he looks at you again but he didn’t do as you say, you put your hands on the back of his neck. “If I think you’re not pretty, I wouldn’t be here but I am because I like you, you are my man, my beautiful man in the whole wild world.” You smile when he look at you again with little full of tears

Your words filled his heart with love. No one had ever said those things to him before. Only had they called him a monster or ugly. But with you, you showed him that his body was beautiful.

“But what if you see me without a shirt? You’ll probably scream and run away. I’m very sure you won’t touch me and I don’t have the smooth skin, they bumps and they’re so-“

You stopped him with a finger over his lip to shush him before he said that word. “Don’t you dare to say it. You are not, okay?” You gently placing pecks on his lips

“Really? Aren’t you afraid to touch me?” His eyes full of sadness

“Oh, my sweet boy, but I love touching you.”

You gripped his shirt, little tugging that you want to take his shirt off. “Please babe, let me take your shirt off and let me show you how much I love your skin. Gonna worship you like you deserve, babe. Never gonna let you forget how beautiful you are.” You leaned to his ear and your voice was low as you whispered into his ear. “I will make you cum without touching your cock”

The husky voice sent shivers down his spine and made his cock twitch. He groaned deeply in his throat as his head fell back. “Oh, shit. Okay, but one constant.” He pulled his finger up and looked at you again.

As you retreated, a sly smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. “And what would that be?”

“Remove your shirt, I believe it is fair.” His mischievous smirk widened.

A grin spread across your face, and you playfully exclaimed, “Very well, my beautiful babe. I will do anything for you.” With a flick of your wrist, you tossed your shirt over your head, sending it flying across the room.

Eddie’s eyes went widely in can’t believe that he hadn't seen it yet and you didn’t even wear a bra, your beautiful breasts with the perfect shape of nipples. He thinks he's dreaming and must want to touch it to raise his hands up to your boobs and squeeze it, shivering as his touch sends electricity through yours.

“My god, sweetheart, you are fucking perfect.” Thumbs rolling around your nipples, throbbing between your legs, god you do want to do this but this is all about Eddie, you were supposed to help him and make him go crazy.

“Babe, I'm taking care of you, remember?” You tug on his shirt a little as a sign that you want to remove it. Just give him, whenever he’s ready.

He takes a deep breath, his heart is racing like crazy. This will be first time to show his skin, everyone hasn’t seen it but you. He knows that Eddie is trusting you because every word you said, made his heart full of love and showed that you are really caring. He can see in your eyes, they are full of love. He can be really nervous about this if he does want to do this for himself because he wants to show you that he can do it.

And he removed his shirt.

Eddie let out a breath, fuck, he didn’t know he was holding.

You look down at his red scars scattered across his torso, same with his arm along up to his neck and cheek. His other half of body is normal but few small scars, still have a few tattoos and missing pinky finger. Looking up his half demon tattoo with missing nipple, that damn demobat.

Yes, you have heard about what happened the Upside Down, Dustin hasn’t shut up, same as Robin, boy they were crazy. You still don’t believe that your cousin Steve was a badass, beat a Russian guy and killed the monsters, your same-age cousin Steve? Steve “The Hair” Harrington? Pul-ease… but thankfully he’s alive, he’s your favourite dude.

Anyways… While you staring at Eddie's body made your mouth watery, god you do want to touch it.

Metalhead can see in your eyes, you look very hungry for him. After you gave him a look if you can touch him, he shook his head, yes.

The sudden movement has you looking over at him more fully and your mouth waters when you realize that in the time since you’ve started touching him, he has little tented his sweatpants already.

You leaned in closer to his cheek and discreetly kissed the gnarled scar that ran across his jawline, creating a faint disgusted expression on his face. He attempted to push you away from his face or body, but you persisted in showing him your intense desire for him, expressing your profound hunger for him.

“God damn, you are fucking gorgeous, I could eat you up forever. I love your skin so much, Eddie Munson.” Oh my god, you are finally touching him, his skins, little hair on his low belly and his scars. You can feel him keep tensing up his body, little flinching his muscles and you keep staring at his face to watch for any signs, his eyes are closed and you know he’s uncomfortable but you want to keep showing him how much you want him.

Your nose ran along his scar cheek, across his jaw, down the side of his throat and he trembled at the simple contact as you breathed life back into his with your touch. Your lips tracing the line of his jaw, down the side of his neck. Jesus, he smelled like heaven. “You did so well babe. Let me show you how much I mean what I say.” Your lips continued their path, over his collarbone, nipping gently, kissing over his half demon scar.

Eddie let out a deep, moaning sound in his throat. You smirked, your hands still moving rapidly over his arms, ribs, and neck, then up to the base of his neck and fingers through his disheveled, curly hair. You intended to tease him, as you desired to witness his loss of control, his brain becoming clouded, and possibly even his begging. You moved your hips on his crotch, stimulating him, but he was already hard and wet. Your plan was to induce an orgasm without physical contact, yet you still desired to see him cum because you had been eagerly anticipating this moment for an extended period.

You swore you heard him mumble the word ‘please’ before leaning in to kiss his skin right above where the missing nipple. Your plump lips were so soft on his skin as your kisses turned into licks and nips on his massive scar. His hands cupped and squeezed on your back or thighs as you watched him falling apart.

"Fuck, you're so hot when you're hard. Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?” You move aside, tip of your tongue pressure on his hard nipple

Eddie’s hips buck up as he moans your name.

You groan when watching him like this, he’s so drunk right now and you are so turned on. Move yourself up to facing his face again. “Look at you, you’re so perfect, perfect for me. How are you feeling?” Your hip hasn’t stop humping against his hard cock. You traced your fingers along the planes of Eddie’s chest, riding the waves of each shuddering breath with a devoutt kind of affection that threatened to swallow him whole. You wanted to memorize every scar, every goosebump that pebblit up beneath his touch.

Metalhead panting, he’s so hard for you, he just can’t believe he’s hard for that, your hands are touching his scars. Thought he won’t be turning on for touching his skin but you’re showing him that his skin is beautiful and the same as his scar. He’s totally brainless and didn’t even hear your words but notice that your movement is slowly

First time in a while he opens his eyes softly. “Sweetheart. Please, I want to come so bad. Please please.” His hands grip your ass, wanting you to move faster. You obviously drive Eddie completely insane; he swore he can feel you that you don’t have panties, metalhead can feel you’re soaking wet and tugging you even closer, moving his hips against you in a slow, dirty grind now.

Fuck, it feels good. And yeah, he’s so big. He’s like, so much leaking, you can feel it through your thin leggings.

“Fuck babe, I love when you’re begging for me. I got you, my sweet beautiful boy, you can cum for me.” Back to kissing his neck and then bite it little hard

You’re thrusting your hips agains his cock in faster, Eddie honest to God whimpers. It’s kind of pathetic. And the thing is, he’s fucking close too. Roughly ten minutes of dry humping through one layer (he did not wear a boxer and you're not surprisly) of denim and some dirty talk and he’s about to blow his load in his fucking briefs like he’s a fucking loser virgin or something.

Eddie moans arching back into your thrusts, shut his eyes tightly as he cum into his pants like sooo much. Holy shit you said in thought, you didn’t cum but you really want to do this for him, only him, your boyfriend. But my god, he was so beautiful when he cums, makes you want to crawl into his skin and stay there forever, you are obsessed with Eddie Munson.

“You feeling a little hazy, babe?” You ask, reaching out to tuck a sweaty strand of Eddie's messy hair behind his ear.

He nods dumbly in response, trying to bringing himself again, he really can’t believe it because he actually cum whiled you touched his skin and worship his fucking body. He actually thought he was going to die. Again..

You smile wryly, shaking your head a bit. “You’re incredible. Such a good boy for me, my beautiful boy.” Then giggles.

And good boy? Fuck. That’s—something. It should feel stupid or cheesy, maybe, like bad porn or something, but it doesn’t. It just feels like something Eddie didn’t know about himself being unlocked. You can tell too, you know it. Can see how much he liked that. And like, that’s kind of embarrassing if he thinks about it too hard, but it feels really good.

“You like being a good boy for me, Teddie?” You ask softly, watching him; careful.

“Oh fuck me.” Now Teddie?! He is done for. As his arms wrap around and pull you off his lap, pull over his shoulder as you happily shriek then laugh, he walks to the bedroom and drops your body against the bed to make you bounce. Metalhead crawls toward you and now he’s top of you, curly hair tickling your face to make your nose twitch.

“Now I want you to be a good girl for me, I do want to see you falling apart while I suck your nipples. I believe I heard they can be very sensitive and very possibly will make you cum-“ slowly leaning to your ear and whispering with heavy voice, “-without touching your pussy”

You whine as hips buck up, you really want to let him touch you again since the first time you met him at the gas station, it's been too long to feel him again.

“Oh no worries, sweetheart. We have lots of time to catch up.” His lips lean down to your nipples and suck it hard as you moan loudly.

Oh yeah, you both really did catch up all night till sunrise.

End

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Why is he so beautiful????

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Can we all agree that this scene shows Getas face when he is horny af???

Fuck I want him to look at me this way

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This piece contains 18+ content

Pairing Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Summary Eddie’s had a long day, but being with you is enough to turn even the worst days into something sweeter [fluff, artsy reader, mild hurt/comfort, smut, 3.2k]

A/N This is some of my favorite smut I've written. Still very much stuck on him.

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It’s much quieter in your neighborhood than it is in Forest Hills. No muffled music or raised voices carry from the houses around the cul-de-sac. Tired men don’t tinker on rusty cars. Unleashed dogs don’t sniff their way through ailing yards that aren’t their own. The only signs of life are cars in driveways and lamplight through windows. The golden sun hangs low in the darkening sky.

Eddie makes a final attempt to exhale the weight of the day away before he presses your doorbell. Not even a second later, the lock clicks and the door swings open.

The smile you offer has him convinced that every butterfly he’s ever seen now exists within the confines of his stomach. It’s as if familiarity and radiance itself exist in the way your lips lift upwards to reveal the glint of your teeth.

“I heard you pull up,” you say. “In case you were wondering why I opened the door in two seconds…” you trail off when you realize you don’t sound as convincing as you want. 

Eddie smiles with a fond shake of his head. The action causes more of his curls fall onto his shoulders. He’d never make fun of you for being eager to see him. Especially when half the people in Hawkins care more about his skills beneath the hood than him as a person.

“Sorry I’m later than I said I’d be,” he says as you usher him inside. “Wanted to grab a shower before I came over.” 

“Didn’t you hear?” Eddie's brow furrows innocently at your question. “I love the smell of motor oil.” 

He huffs out a chuckle that makes you bite your lower lip to keep from grinning like a fool. Then he laughs again, deeper this time, like a funny thought has struck him. But he takes a step closer, cups your cheek, and kisses you. His lips are slow and easy against your own.

When he pulls away, you catch the weariness in his eyes, softened by gratitude as he takes you in. He could’ve gone home. He could’ve turned in for the night. But he wanted to see you too. He needed to see you. 

“Hey,” you say softly. “Everything okay?” 

You reach out to tuck his hair behind his ears, and he lets you. Any other time, he’d shake it back loose with a playful smirk. Tonight he doesn’t. 

He catches your hand as you pull away, and dots a few kisses over your knuckles. Work and playing guitar have calloused his palms. His steel rings glint in the low light of the foyer. 

“I’m okay,” he says into your skin. You remain quiet in hopes that it’ll coax more out of him. “Long day at the shop.” 

You hum. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. Don’t be. 

“Got you something,” he remembers. "Been holding onto it for a couple days." He realizes he’s empty-handed.

“Shit. I left it in the van.” 

You chuckle as he presses another quick kiss to the back of your hand before he lets go and pulls away. 

When Eddie comes back inside, you’re on the living room couch with one leg tucked beneath you. The TV plays low reruns of I Love Lucy, but you grant him all your attention as he settles beside you. Before you have the chance to ask what’s in the brown paper bag, he pulls out a nice set of drawing pencils and a leather-bound sketchbook. 

Your mouth falls open as he passes them over to you, his expression quietly hopeful. Big brown eyes eager for your reaction. 

“Eddie…” 

“You filled your last sketchbook. And you’ve been needing some new pencils." He rests his forearms on his thighs and licks his lips. "Knew you’d hold off on getting them for yourself so I figured..." 

A smile finally breaks across your face.

“These are the fancy kind too," you note as you look over the pencils. "Thank you so much, baby. Really.” He shrugs like it's no big deal even as he bites back the proud quirk of his lips. It was a privilege to be able to do little things like this when he could.

The leather of the sketchbook is smooth as you flip open the cover to run your fingers over the crisp, fragrant pages. 

When you meet his eyes again, your gaze is soft and observant, like you have an idea. It feels like you're seeing straight into him. He's handsome. Long curls, kind eyes, plush lips. Even then, it's clear he still wears the remnants of the hours prior, though he masks it well.

“Maybe I can draw you," you propose with the quiet hope he’ll oblige. “To break everything in.

"All you've gotta do is sit back and relax. We can talk, watch some TV, eat my snacks." He smiles at that last part. 

After the frustrated customers he had to diffuse today, he can do that. Gladly so. 

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The warm lamplight and the glow of the TV cast soft shadows across Eddie's face. His long lashes appear heavy with the relaxed way he blinks at the screen. He’s sunk back into the cushions, legs spread just so, hands interlocked over his stomach, rising and falling with his breaths. An empty bowl of popcorn rests on the coffee table along with a hollow box of Jujyfruits. 

Five separate sketches of him now constitute the beginnings of your new sketchbook. He tilts his head to peer over at you when he no longer hears the familiar brush of graphite against paper.

The cushions shift as he straightens up and rubs his eyes with lazy fists. 

“All finished?” he asks, and you nod. “Can I see?” 

When you pass him the sketchbook, his eyes rove over the drawing with the attentiveness of a critic, but void of any harshness or critique. It’s more of an assessment, an appreciation. He pulls his lower lip between his teeth. Raises the book to get a better look at the hatching technique you used to shade the first sketch you completed. 

It’s a straight-on portrait that he’d faced you for. There’s a sense of ease about his gaze. A warmth paired with an underlying pensiveness. He knows he’s being studied but feels more seen than exposed. 

Except, Eddie's so much more than you’ll ever be able to confine to a couple sheets of paper. Charming in an awkward way, with one of the kindest hearts you’ve ever known. Loving him is as easy as blinking or breathing. So natural it feels innate. He feels your gaze as he studies the sketches.

When he redirects his attention to you, he offers one of his steady, slow-moving smiles that never fails to make your stomach flutter. 

“Always staring at me,” he accuses, too lighthearted to be mistaken for a complaint. 

In truth, you observed everyone and everything. But never with the same admiration allotted to Eddie. There were so many layers that you feared you wouldn’t have the time to unravel them all. You’d never wanted to know the inner workings of another person so intimately. 

After a lifetime of slipping through the cracks, it sure was nice to be seen in an unadulterated way by you. 

“Can’t help it,” you murmur.

Eddie tracks your movements as you grab one of the accent pillows and toss it to the floor at his feet. A second later, you drop down onto it. His breath catches when you place two gentle hands on his knees and spread his legs so you can better settle between them. 

"Hope your day's gotten a little better since you’ve been here," you murmur.

Eddie swallows. Sets your sketchbook aside with a jittery hand. 

“It has." His voice is thick as anticipation stirs within him. "As soon as I walked through the door.”

You hum as he squirms, hyperaware of your touch as your hands drift along his thighs. His head tips back when you palm him through the fabric of his jeans. Warmth ignites in his cheeks and melts to his torso as his pants tighten in the wake of his arousal. Along the thick column of his throat, his Adam’s apple bobs with another swallow.

It hadn’t even taken much. 

His legs fall open wider, like a gate, when you begin to unbuckle his belt. The metal hardware clinks with your movements, breaking the hush between you. You pop the button, drag the zipper down. 

“Wanna help me get these off?” A sweet smile plays on your lips as you blink up at him. 

Eager, Eddie lifts his hips, and you help him shuck down his pants and underwear. There's a tent in the front of his boxers when you get to them, and he shifts with the new exposure by the time everything pools at his socked feet. 

Featherlight, your fingertips ghost toward the apex of his thighs, his milky skin dusted with sparse hair. His muscles twitch at the ticklish sensation, and he braces for the inevitable.

Except your touch flutters past where he aches. Bypasses where he strains toward his stomach. Instead, your hands sweep over his hips. Slip beneath the hem of his shirt to scratch along the low part of his stomach where a thin, dark trail of hair leads down to his need. 

His chest deflates on a slow, bated breath. You hide your coy smile in the inside of his thigh in the form of a kiss. Right over the small smiley face inked into his skin. Eddie huffs in flustered amusement. 

“This is—” 

“One of your favorite tattoos of mine,” he finishes with flushed cheeks. 

You grin in feigned surprise. “How’d you know?” You trace your nails back down to his quivering thighs. 

His arousal kicks up when you grant him the gentle brush of your fingertips over the rounded fullness that rests heavily between his legs.

“Sweetheart,” he finally sighs, dark eyes molten when they find yours. 

“Teddy,” you coo back. 

He doesn’t have time to brace when you begin to pepper an alternating line of kisses up his thighs until your lips find the part of him that needs the most. 

His breath hitches. “Baby—”

A pleasured shudder rolls through him as you kiss up the elegant curve of the thick vein along his underside. You follow the path of his need all the way to the rosy tip, where a wet, gleaming pearl beads in a testament to his want. You suckle it away. Savor it.

Eddie's eyes flutter shut, body taut as you spit over him and wrap a secure hand around his base. The slick heat of your palm makes his hips stutter as you begin to pull upward in a steady tug. At the top, you circle your thumb around the mushroom tip. You dedicate another swipe of your thumb to a slow trace along his slit. 

Eddie is warm and rigid in your hold, beautifully at your mercy, and he knows it. Doesn't mind it. The full hum in his throat unravels into a low, shameless moan when his lips part. 

“Yeah, baby?” you meet his gaze and hold it. Heat pools between your legs. “You feelin’ good?” 

Eddie reaches out to stroke his thumb across your cheek. “Yeah,” he rasps. “Please don’t stop.” 

You wouldn’t dream of it.

As you continue your languid strokes, you mouth at his inner thighs. Kisses, nibbles, licks. He’s so wound up that all of it gets to him. Pleasure tugs low in his gut with a radiance he can feel in his fingertips, his toes. 

With a practiced gentleness, your free hand lowers to massage the velvet weight of him that you’ve neglected. A rugged sound escapes him as he writhes. Even more so when you move to lap him again, this time taking him halfway and working what's left over with your hand. 

You pull away to trace your lips along his shaft, mindful of every inch and the tell-tale shudder that startles through him. You peer up through your lashes to find desperation etched across his features. 

He cups your cheek to get you to pause. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he insists. "Wanna feel you—lemme feel you.” 

You clench around nothing as he encourages you upwards. 

After you shuffle to your feet, you push your lounge shorts down,  followed by your panties. Eddie strokes himself, gaze heavy-lidded as he watches. 

No sooner do you move forward to straddle his waist, on your knees with your hands braced on his shoulders. His hands find your hips, but one drifts lower in a curious glide between your parted legs. He graces through your slick folds, then brushes his thumb over your swollen bundle of nerves. He’s gauging if you’re ready for him, but you nearly crumble forward at his thoughtful touch. 

“So sensitive,” he notes lightly. A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes as they find yours. 

“Because of you.” You pout as you reach down and align him at your entrance. 

He catches at your slick warmth and whispers a string of curses. It shouldn’t already be this good. You shouldn’t already be this ready. But both things are true because the two of you have somehow stumbled into your own little perfect world. His hands find your hips as you ease yourself down to welcome him in. Inch by slow inch, every vein and ridge. 

You don’t realize you’re whining until you’ve sunken to accommodate all of him. Eddie runs a soothing hand up your back as you lean forward into his chest in an encompassing haze of fullness. Already, he’s touching that devastating part of you that’s so thoughtfully tucked away. He’s the only one who’s been able to reach it. To find it as if the path had been carved for him alone. It’s a homecoming in its own right. 

“You feel so good,” he sighs the news like it's hot off the press. Like the words can't make it out of his mouth any sooner.

For a brief moment, stillness prevails as you adjust around him. You tuck your nose into his hair, where the subtle scent of his sweet, herbal shampoo lingers. Instead of canting his hips upwards like he so desperately wants to, he lets you have the moment. Presses a kiss to the bulb of your exposed shoulder, then allows his hands to find the hem of your tank top. You move to pull it over your head. He does the same with his own shirt, biting back a groan as you shift over top of him. 

Your nipples pebble in the cool air, even more so when he cups your chest and circles them with his thumbs. The sensation throws you into a shiver that jumpstarts a roll of your hips. Eddie’s fingers return to your waist, a silent encouragement. 

Before long, you leverage the bend at your knees to lift off him, then lower yourself back down. A rhythm soon forms, Eddie’s hips rise to meet yours. His thighs quake as a strangled sound of relief spills past his lips. 

A whimper escapes you as an invisible string pulls you forward to dot a few languid kisses across the apple of his cheek as you continue to ride him. 

“Oh—shit,”  he exhales shakily. “You’re perfect, sweetheart.” He sounds panicked and awed all the same. 

All you can do is hum at his words. Every time you lower onto him, it feels like he manages to reach a new depth that makes you want to crawl away. Yet your hands find his tattooed chest for the sole purpose of feeling more of him, his warm, dewed skin. A shiver shakes him when the tip of your nail grazes over one of his nipples. Spurred on, you pinch the peaked flesh next, which earns you a particularly hard thrust as he groans. A jolt of electricity rushes straight between his legs with the threat of being his undoing. 

“You’re gonna make me come, angel.” The shameless, exasperated way he says it makes you clench around him. 

You lower a hand to rub tight, purposeful circles over the tender bud between your legs, the pleasure sharper in the wake of his words. 

“I want you to come,” you attempt to keep your voice steady as you lilt. “Want you to fill me up. Want all of you.” 

Eddie groans and sags back into the cushions in an air of disbelief. Somehow you’re real. Somehow you chose him. And you’d never led him to believe that things should be any other way.

You lean forward in pursuit of him to kiss his throat, then up along his jaw until you’ve arrived at his bitten lips. The kiss carries the neediness of being on the edge. 

“Always gonna want you,” you whisper heavily against his mouth.  

Eddie whimpers. “You have me.” His thighs tense beneath you as he teeters on the brink. This time, when his hand finds your waist, it’s to ground himself in the intoxicating rock of your hips. 

You kiss him one last time, saliva slinking between you, before you touch your sweaty forehead to his. 

“Come with me,” you frantically encourage. “Eddie, please—” 

The broken sound that punches out of him sends you into the thralls of a reckless release. It’s swift and forceful like a lightning bolt zipping from the sky. Your walls flutter around him as pleasure courses in every direction. Eddie has no choice but to let go. He jolts beneath you like stricken earth. His stomach clenches in time with each pulsing wave of release. 

Eddie’s neck becomes your hiding place. Aftershocks ripple through you both. Your lips begin to press more deliberate kisses to the space where his neck and shoulder join. Beneath you, he sits like putty and softens within the warmth of you. He’s attuned to every small shift you make. You’re not quite ready to relinquish the fullness. 

A steady, clammy hand glides up your back and settles at the nape of your neck. When you sit up to meet his tired, satisfied gaze, you're struck by a surge of fondness. Of love. If you could erase his bad days, keep them from ever touching him, you would. But you can’t. They’ll come, for both of you, whether you like it or not. 

Still, you had this. Each other. That’s enough to make life a little sweeter, a little kinder. Even on the days that are anything but. 

Eddie’s lashes flutter when you run a gentle finger down his nose. “You okay?” you ask. 

He shifts beneath you, wincing at his forgotten sensitivity. A small smile pulls at his lips as he finally nods at your question, contentment clear in his eyes. 

“Promise?” you ask. 

“I promise, sweetheart.” 

He offers his pinkie as a seal of truth. 

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Shy!eddie who doesn’t dare say anything when you begin twirling the end of his curls around your finger by week three of sitting behind him in Mrs. O’Donnell’s class.

The gentle tug feels nice, and he’d be devastated if you stopped. He knew who you were—all of Hawkins High did. You always smiled at him in the halls, and he’d know the scent of your vanilla perfume anywhere. 

Then one day, playing with his hair transitions to you drawing small shapes on his back. When the dismissal bell rings, he finally musters the courage to turn around and look you in the eyes with a shy smile. 

“Hey,” he says. 

You realize then that he has faint freckles dotted on his cheeks. Over the bridge of his nose. You smile back like it’s the easiest thing to do. 

“Hi.”

He didn’t think this far ahead. Doesn’t know what to say, so he dips his head down and lets out a chuckle while praying his cheeks aren’t the dusty pink color he remembers his mother’s rose bed being when he was a little boy. 

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I can stop.” 

His brows lift a bit as if you startled him. He doesn’t have time to muster up a façade of nonchalance, so he rushes out, “No, it’s okay, you don’t have to. I don’t mind.” 

You bite your lip and tilt your head at him as you fight off your growing smile. “Okay.”

“Okay.” 

Next week at lunch, you mosey over to where he’s sitting by himself listening to music. 

Upon noticing you, he clumsily takes his headphones off and sets them on the table. He’s nearly halfway through his lunch. What he’s not expecting is for you to reach for the headphones and put them on your own ears. He shifts as if he instinctively wants to stop you but ends up refraining. 

Warmth rises to his cheeks. “It’s, uh, Metallica.” 

You hum. “Obey your master, huh?” you quote the lyrics back to him as they rattle in your ears. 

Eddie smiles sheepishly. 

“Are you doing anything after school today?” 

He blinks like he misheard the question, but musters up an answer anyway. “I—no. Not really...” 

You smile in a sweet way that makes his chest flutter. “Would you like to?” 

Shy!Eddie who starts seeing you outside of school more and more. At Lover’s Lake, the diner, the arcade, Family Video. You come to realize that turtles do come out of their shells. It’s easy to talk to him, and it helps that he’s cute. He feels the same way about you. 

You go to see him play at The Hideout, and wave at him from within the small crowd. You’ve listened to him practice in his room on multiple occasions, and there’s something gratifying about watching him do his thing in front of an audience of more than just you. 

Shy!Eddie who lets it slip that he’s glad he met you. 

One fateful evening, several months into this friendship, the two of you are sitting on his couch as rain patters onto the windows outside. There’s a sitcom playing on the TV, and even though you’re both looking at the screen, neither of you are paying attention. Over the span of thirty minutes, you’ve managed to press yourself even closer to his side without saying a single word. 

Finally, like he did back before you were friends, he musters up the nerve to peek over at you. The way you bite your lip makes something flutter low in his gut.

“Hi,” he murmurs, beginning to smile because he can’t help himself. 

You reach out to tug one of his curls. As you scoot even closer, your thigh presses against his. Eddie holds his breath when you close the gap between you to place a gentle peck on his lips. 

“Hey,” you whisper. 

Shy!Eddie who’s warm all over and can’t help but lean back in.

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His Empress, His Everything

Emperor Geta x Reader

Summary: As Emperor of Rome, Geta rules with strength, but when it comes to you, his Empress, he is in the palm of your hands.

The roar of the Colosseum echoed, waves of cheers rolling like the tide as the latest match reached its climax.

From the imperial box, you sat beside your husband, Emperor Geta, who leaned forward slightly, eyes filled with excitement.

The games were held in your honour, a grand expression of his love for you to the entirety of Rome.

You watched him more than the battle.

His sharp profile, the way his lips curled into a small smirk when a gladiator made an impressive move, how his fingers lightly traced over yours as they rested in your lap.

You enjoyed the games, but more than anything, you enjoyed his happiness.

"You aren’t even watching," he murmured, still keeping his gaze fixed ahead, but a smirk played on his lips.

"I’m watching something far more interesting," you admitted softly.

He turned to you then, eyes warm as they searched your face. "And what is that?"

"You, my Emperor," you teased with a smile, tilting your head. "You’re like a boy watching his favourite play."

His smirk widened. "Am I? Well, it is a rather impressive show." He gestured towards the arena just as a final, victorious strike was made.

The crowd erupted, and Geta stood, raising his arm in acknowledgement before lowering his voice to speak only to you. "I arranged for a special feast afterwards, with everything you love. Even the honeyed figs."

Your lips twitched. "My, how indulgent. I wonder what I did to deserve such royal treatment."

He leaned closer. "You became my wife."

Warmth filled your chest, the kind that had nothing to do with the sun.

Your fingers found his, lacing together as he brought your joined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

Servants ensured that you never lacked refreshment, platters of your favourites appearing, though you knew it was by Geta’s careful planning.

It wasn’t just about grand gestures, it was about making sure that you were always happy, always comfortable.

By the time the final match ended, the sky had turned to shades of pink and gold, the night settling gently over Rome.

Geta took your hand as he led you from the Colosseum, his soldiers following at a distance.

"Did you enjoy yourself, My Love?" he asked as you walked through the marble halls leading to your private chambers.

"Of course. Though I preferred watching you." You grinned, nudging him lightly. "There was something rather endearing about how happy you were."

He stopped in front of your doors, turning to you fully. "I would build Rome anew if it meant I could see you smile every day."

You knew he wasn't joking. "You already rule it. That is enough."

He shook his head, stepping closer, fingers touching your cheek before tilting your chin up. "No. You are my greatest victory. The only crown I will ever cherish."

Your heart melted, reaching up you pressed your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss.

There, in the quiet of the palace, away from the eyes of the world, he was not just the Emperor of Rome, he was simply Geta, your husband, the man who would move the heavens and the earth just to make you happy.

And that was all you could ever ask for.

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eddie finds you with a migraine and you're stubborn

eddie munson x fem!reader

cw: established relationship, a mix of angst and fluff (you just aren’t feeling well), migraines and talk of past medical experiences, there’s like a hint of a dom/sub relationship but only for a moment I swear

author's note: this is the first fic I've ever posted and it's for the migraine girlies. I have another migraine-related fic idea that I've been thinking about writing so we''ll see what happens. this fic a culmination of my personal experiences with migraines and wishing Eddie could be here and force me to take my medication when I act like I don't need it.

Thank you @munson-blurbs and @corroded-hellfire for reading it and pushing me every time I come up with an idea and yelling at me to write it, love you both <3

The sound of Eddie's boots echo through the hallways of his apartment complex as he finally arrives home from work, pulling his mittens off his hands and stuffing them in his jacket pockets. The weather this week has been horrible, the garage is freezing, and he nearly tripped over a creeper that someone left in the middle of the room. He’s pretty sure the new guy, Gunther, left it there when he went to grab some parts. Everyone in the room, including Wayne, saw the way his arms flailed and he almost fell on his face. The only thing that kept him going was knowing you would be there at home waiting for him at the end of the day. All he wanted to do right now was curl up with you on the couch under some blankets and watch some gory horror movies all night. You had mentioned trying out the new Chinese place down the road, maybe you guys could just have it delivered so neither of you need to leave the comforts of your warm home. He would have been home sooner but you needed a few things for a recipe you wanted to try soon and he offered to pick them up after work.

Eddie finally reaches the door to the apartment and fumbles with the keys, his hands still freezing despite the warm mittens he wore outside. He curses under his breath, eventually grabbing the right key amongst all the identical ones hanging on his keyring. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, Eddie finally unlocks the door and steps inside to find the apartment dark and chilly. The streetlights illuminate part of the living room through the half open blinds. A young chocolate lab runs over to greet Eddie, his nails scraping the floors as he skids across, excitedly jumping up to greet his human after being gone all day. Eddie bends down to give him some scratches and pat his pack. 

“Hey Yogi, did you keep the place safe today? You really are the best dog, aren’t you?” After about 30 seconds of roughhousing with the pup, he stands back up to flick on a light. He goes over to your small kitchen and sets down the small bag of groceries. Eddie takes his time putting everything away, humming to himself as he shelves the chicken stock and adobo. Once all the items are put away, Eddie looks around and takes in the state of the apartment.

The faint scent of a lavender candle wafting through the area and your water bottle is left on the coffee table. His jacket is hung up in the small coat closet and he unties his boots, placing them in front of one of the heat ducts and swearing he’ll put them on the shoe rack once they’re fully dry. There’s no sign of you whatsoever apart from your bottle and the blanket you usually use haphazardly draped across the edge of the couch.

The place is oddly silent for this time of day. Normally if you were home you’d have some sort of music playing, usually a playlist split between the two of you with your preferred music in it. Either that or you would have some tv show on for background noise. The space heater wasn’t on and it didn’t feel like it had been on for some time now. All the heat coming from the heat ducts was leaving through the old windows so those heaters were necessary to prevent the apartment from feeling like a walk-in freezer every winter. Eddie knew you had to be home - your bag was hanging next to your coat and you wouldn’t go anywhere without at least notifying him. He turns around back to Yogi, happily wagging his tail and looking up at him, and whispers, “Hey, where’s mom? Go find mom for me.” He motions for Yogi to go ahead and he happily obliges, trotting towards the closed bedroom door.

It’s not fully shut, open only a crack so Yogi could come inside if he so chooses. The dog sticks his nose inside to open it more and pushes through it. Eddie silently follows behind him. The room is pitch black thanks to the blackout curtains on the window, a gift from your parents when you and Eddie finally found an apartment together. Eddie then realizes what’s going on.

You had struggled with migraines for a majority of your life with them getting progressively worse and more frequent in the last three years. You’re on a few different medications now to make it more manageable but you still have your bad days, and today is looking like one of them. Frankly, he should have known this was going to happen. Bad weather was always a trigger for you and you had commented on the barometer this morning as you both were getting ready for the day. He was stupid to just brush that off as small talk while you both were still half asleep. You knew a migraine was coming. 

Eddie sees you curled up on his side of the bed with a sleep mask over your eyes. You’re grimacing under it in the fetal position and what sounds to be whimpering. Before Eddie goes inside, he tiptoes over to the light switch he just flipped and turns the lights off, the streetlights being the only thing illuminating once more. He sees some movement out of the corner of his eye coming from the bedroom and tiptoes back over to your room. Yogi is taking a step back before jumping up onto the bed, taking his usual spot curled up behind your knees with his head resting on your leg. He even lets out a little sigh when he settles into a comfortable position. Eddie steps inside the room and closes the door behind him. You pick your head up just a little bit and lift the sleep mask, wincing at the shooting pain from behind your eyes to the top of your head and call out a strained, “Ed?” 

Eddie slowly walks over to his side of the bed, trying to keep as quiet as possible so the floor would creak as little as possible. Once he’s close enough, he reaches down and cups your cheek, stroking it with his thumb and replying with a quiet, “Hey bub, how are you feeling?”

You mumble, “Not great, but you’re home now so I’m already feeling a little better.”

His hands are warm in stark contrast with the cold air circulating the apartment. You nuzzle his hand with your cheek which makes Eddie smile. Eddie moves down to kneel in front of you. You look tired, your eyes only half open with no life in them. He had seen you like this countless times before but it still hurt him every single time. Migraines sucked all the life out of you and Eddie wished he could do something to help you. There were countless times you had to cancel plans because you had a migraine attack and felt so much guilt over it, but Eddie didn’t care. He’d rather lay in bed with you until you feel better than go out and do something when you’re obviously in pain.

He remembered an attack you had last year, it left you crying and asking Eddie to take you to the hospital. You were hyperventilating and complaining that your arm had gone numb. No amount of medication was working and you couldn’t take the searing pain any longer. He had to help you out to the car, only wearing one of his worn band shirts that you stole from Eddie a long time ago and a pair of pajama shorts. You two didn’t even make it out of the apartment parking lot when the medication you took finally kicked in all at once. It was one of the scariest times of his life and he swore it would never happen again. 

Eddie nods, already going through his mental list of things that he needs to do to help you feel better, asking, “Have you taken anything today?” You shake your head no before a wave of pain hits you, causing you to shut your eyes again and bury your face in the pillow with a low pained groan. Eddie sits there, worried but also confused. Why didn’t you take anything? He got up and went over to your side of the bed to open your bedside drawer. It was split into two parts, one with the items you used before bed but the other half held all your medications, including every painkiller known to man. There was a giant unopened bottle of Excedrin, a bottle of Advil, and even the migraine medication prescribed by your doctor. You certainly weren’t low on anything. His attention is turned back to you when you roll onto your back, your migraine moving exclusively to the side of your head that was touching the pillow therefore it hurt too much to lay on your side. Unfortunately, you moving meant Yogi wasn’t able to lay on your legs anymore so he huffed and jumped off the bed.

“Sweetheart, why haven’t you taken anything?” Eddie gets onto the bed to sit down next to you, his hand going back to your face. Your eyes open once more, squinting at the minute level of light coming in from behind the curtains. You whine and answer tiredly,

“I don’t need them.”

Your boyfriend sits up, completely perplexed by your answer. Did he hear you correctly? He takes you in again, noting the noise cancelling earplugs in your ears and how much you keep clenching your jaw, something that he knows will only make the pain worse.

“Wait, what? Honey…,” Eddie stammers, wincing at the volume of his exclamation and watching you do the same. “Listen, I love you. I love you more than everything in the world, but frankly I think you look and sound like shit. You look like you’re in a lot of pain right now.” 

He watches you pout and smiles a little bit, happy to see even a small sign of life in his girlfriend again. “Wow Eddie, rude.”

“Why won’t you take the medication?” he repeats.

“I don’t need it. The pain isn’t that bad, I’ve felt worse.”

“Ok but you have the means to stop the pain NOW so why not do that? Don’t wait until you’re in agony to take something.”

Eddie doesn’t wait for a response. He gets up and leaves the room with your dog following behind like the loyal pet he is. You hear two sets of footsteps walk through the apartment and then the faint sound of running water. You assumed he just left to let you rest so you pulled the blankets up over your head to try and get to sleep. He returns again a minute later, Yogi in tow and your refilled water bottle in hand. There’s a shift in weight on the mattress, which you assume to be from Eddie, followed by Yogi  hopping onto the bed and just standing in the middle of it, as if he’s there just to watch you and make sure you do as you’re told.

Eddie slowly takes the blanket off your head and ignores your protests. He opens up the water bottle and places it on your bedside table. With his other hand he holds out a little pink pill, the medication prescribed by your doctor, as well as two Excedrin. “Cmon, take this,” he asks, moving his hand closer to you when you shake your head no, “Babe, you need to take this. Please.”

There’s no response from you this time. Eddie carefully puts the medication down on the table next to your water. He decides to make it so you can’t ignore him, pulling the covers up and climbs under them next to you. His eyes quickly adjust to the darkness and looks you right in the eye. 

“Listen, I don’t understand why you refuse to take your medication. You have a chronic condition that is easily fixed by a few little pills. Also…” Eddie leans in so your noses are practically touching, maintaining eye contact the entire time. “Think about the creator of that little pill. That nice, strong painkiller. Think about the scientists that made that little pill for you,” he says. You’re looking at him confused as he continues speaking, “Think about how sad he must be that you aren’t taking that pill. He worked so hard to make it for you and you’re being a stubborn little brat.”

You mutter, “I’m not a brat,” and try to roll over, but a hand shoots out and grabs your arm before you could fully turn away from him.

Eddie leans into your ear and you feel his curly fringe tickle your neck. His voice deepens in a way that has always made you squirm and goes, “You’re gonna be a good girl and take your medicine, okay?”

You don’t turn your back to him, but you also don’t fully turn to face him again. The only part of you that turns is your head to look back at him. He’s giving you a look that he only ever gave you in the bedroom, the look he gave you when you were pushing his buttons because you thought it was funny and knew he was going to teach you a lesson when he finally got you alone - in a consensual way, of course. He can see it in your eyes that he got you, that once his demeanor changed you would be more likely to listen to him. To ensure you would really listen to him, he moves his hand from your arm to touch your cheek again and asks, more softly this time, “Take it for me, please.”

Eddie watches you think for a second before sitting up - slowly, because you were still in pain, and takes the covers off of your head. You look over at the dog laying at the end of your bed, now asleep. Eddie takes the covers off his head and turns to the bedside table to hand you the pills and water bottle. He watches you swallow the pills and drink around half of the water in your water bottle. Eddie places his hand on your inner thigh to squeeze it and is finally smiling again. Yogi seems to sense that things are better now so he jumps off the bed and trots over to his doggy bed and lays down there. Once you’re finished with the bottle, he takes it from you and places it back on the table. He asks, “Now, was that so difficult?”

“Extremely difficult.”

“Ok, well we’re gonna stay in bed until everything kicks in. Once you’re better we can take the pup out for a quick—” Eddie leans in to mouth the word walk, so Yogi doesn’t hear him, “—and then we’ll order some take out. Sounds good to you?”

You nod silently, finally smiling at him for the first time since he got home today. He presses a light kiss to your forehead and you flinch away from him.

“Ok, yeah. Forgot to not touch your head when it hurts, sorry.”

Eddie watches you settle back down in bed and reluctantly gets out of the warm bed. The cold is seeping in through the windows and all he wants to do at that moment is just stay under the covers with you, even if it means sleeping in his clothes. You roll over to watch Eddie as he softly treads across the room to the dresser. He starts off by removing his rings one at a time to place them in a little jewelry tray, listening to each piece clink as they hit the ceramic. His hair is taken out of the bun he kept it in all day and he scratches at his head to relieve the tension from having it pulled back all day. 

His shirt comes next, pulling it over his head and revealing the skeleton wings tattooed across his back. You’re stuck there admiring the way his muscles move in the dim light. Eddie complains about how tiring it is being a mechanic but you can’t deny it’s doing wonders for his body. He used to be so lanky but now that he’s been doing this job for a while you’ve noticed how strong he has gotten.

He’s about to put his shirt in the laundry when you wolf whistle at him. Eddie whips his head around to look at you, smirking when he sees you giggling and crawling over to the other side of the bed now wrapping a blanket around yourself to keep warm. He balls his shirt up and throws it in your direction and you swat it away, making him cackle.

“Oh nothings wrong with you, you’re fine!”

You gasp at his accusation and reach down to the floor to grab the shirt so you could throw it back at him. As you’re grasping for it, there’s some shuffling and movement going on as Eddie goes back to getting changed. His work pants are thrown into the laundry basket with his underwear coming off moments later. You’re still watching him, now just admiring his body as a whole while he digs for a comfortable pair of pajama pants, eventually landing on a red pair with reindeer on them that your aunt gave him for Christmas this year. The winds outside from the storm are billowing, meaning more of the frigid outside air is leaking in through your windows. 

Instead of coming back to bed like you thought he would, Eddie leaves the bedroom and goes out to the linen closet. You have a small collection of blankets in there and he pulls out the thickest one in there. He returns seconds later and lays it out on the bed before climbing in beside you. Your eyelids are already getting heavy when he returns to you. You instinctively reach out for him and he pulls you close, allowing you to rest your head on his chest with a hand stroking your hair. You roll over a bit to bury your face in the crook of his neck, mumbling, “I’m sorry for being a brat earlier. Thank you for helping me.” He pecks your forehead again and you don’t flinch this time. 

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I don’t mind taking care of you. Now get some sleep, okay?”

You nod against him and Eddie notices your breathing changing a few minutes later when you finally fall asleep. It’s the first time you’ve been able to fall asleep, not that you would tell him. You didn’t want him to worry about you or become a burden, but Eddie would always be there for you if you needed him.

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