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I Don't Want To Be Mad At You. Eddie Munson x Reader.

I Don't Want To Be Mad At You.

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

Summary: Your date night gets postponed once again.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

Warnings: rockstareddie! I guess? ANGSTY ! fem reader, pinv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up idiots), fingering, male and female orgasm, reader has tits (all consensual though reader hesitates at first) (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

AN: not proof read!!!

Word count: 3k

You know it's not his fault. It truly never is his fault, but it doesn't erase how shitty it makes you feel. Corroded coffins up and coming success has often put a damper on your romantic relationship with Eddie, and although he tries his best, things still fall through.

Another phone call cut short when he's miles away, or a dinner interrupted or cancelled while the two of you are sat at the table, and even worse, sleeping alone when he's still in the same city but called back to the studio.

So when Eddies phone buzzes not even ten minutes after the two of you have sat down at a table at a restaurant you already know what's going to happen.

He looks at you with a sheepish smile, but you can still see the reluctance behind his eyes when he speaks. "I don't know what's going on, Gareth is freaking out over some label bullshit, contracts they didn't sign or something... But I gotta head over to the studio babe, I'm so sorry"

With a sigh you nod, picking up your napkin off your lap and place it on the table before gathering your things and slipping on your jacket.

Eddie frowns, he hates how this has become a sort of 'normal' for the two of you. "I know baby I'm sorry, this isn't how either of us wanted tonight to go, but once it's all sorted, I'll make it up to you okay? Maybe we can go away for the weekend, just the two of us; we can get out of town, and just completely unplug" he plants a soft kiss to your forehead before helping zip up your coat. With reluctance he pulls away from you, giving you a quick kiss to your lips you barely even feel it. "I'll call you later alright? love you" he says before heading out of the restaurant in a rush, leaving you standing there alone.

You can feel your nose fizz with unshed tears but hold them back while you watch him walk away. Taking a deep breath and heading out of the restaurant and back towards your 'shared' apartment which has started to feel a lot less shared over these past few months. You could easily call an uber, or the driver Eddie has been 'assigned' since the fame started, but instead you decided to walk back to your shared apartment. It was only a few blocks away and you hoped the fresh air would do you some good.

It helps in the sense that you feel a little refreshed, but it also gave you too much time to think, so when you make it upstairs to your apartment you're just all that and more frustrated than you were when you were at the restaurant.

Unlocking the front door you trudged your way inside, locking the door behind you. You kick off your shoes and drop your bag and coat on the floor by the door, too emotionally tired to care and head straight for your bedroom.

Walking into the closet you pull out some comfier clothes, peeling off the cute dress you had put on for tonight, staring at the fabric in your hands for a moment before catching a glance at yourself in the mirror.

In a matching set of black lacy panties and a bra you frown, throwing the dress into the dirty laundry and pulling at the lingerie aggressively to get it off of your skin, ripping a few holes into the lace in the process. Annoyed at yourself when you feel the tears roll down your cheeks.

you wipe them away quickly before rummaging through your drawers for a new pair of underwear before dressing yourself in pjs, washing your makeup off and then making your way into the living room, sinking down onto the couch and curling up onto a ball until you inevitably fall asleep.

It's late whenever Eddie finally makes it home. Hours spent with the rest of the band trying to sort out some miscommunication so when he enters the apartment he's absolutely exhausted. He tries to keep his entrance quiet, but stumbles slightly on your jacket and bag that are on the floor in front of the door. He frowns and calls out "Babe? You here?" Obviously you have to be here, but it's unlike you to just leave your stuff at the door like that.

Frowning again when you don't reply he moves further into the apartment, putting his stuff on the counter in the kitchen before heading towards the living room where he finds you asleep on the sofa looking small and sad. His heart aches at the sight at the sight of you. He gently sits down next to you, brushing some hair away from your face, thumb resting on your cheek.

You stir slightly, blinking a few times when you feel the shift on the couch and Eddies gentle touch against your cheek. You give him a brief smile, before rolling over onto your other side, tucking yourself up against the back of the couch facing away from him now.

"Baby come on... don't be like that" His voice is gentle but there's a hint of frustration in it. his hand reaches out to smooth up and down your back. "I know tonight didn't go as planned but... I'm here now aren't I?" he tries.

"M'just tired eds" you mumble sleepily. It's not entirely a lie, you are tired, tired from sleep, tired from fighting your own emotions, and tired of being mad at your boyfriend when you don't want to be.

Eddie sighs heavily, and runs his free head through his hair. "Well yeah, so am I. It's been a long fucking day" he pauses for a moment before speaking again. "Look I know you're upset about earlier, but ignoring me isn't going to solve anything..." He scoots closer to you on the couch, sitting near your feet he lifts them up so they're over his lap, pulling at your arm gently until your butt is between his legs and he can hold you against his chest. "C'mere. Let me hold you." His voice is softer now, almost pleading. He presses a light kiss to your temple. "Please, baby. I need you right now."

So you let him. You let him hold you, not really able to protest when he's able to manhandle you into his lap enough to cuddle him. But you let him, because despite the anger and the frustration you know this is hurting him to, and you know he needs to be held just as much as you do, even though you want so badly to push him away. You let out a sigh, playing with a loose thread hanging off of his shirt.

Eddie wraps his arms around you tightly, savouring the scent of your skin, your shampoo, the way a bit of his cologne still clings to you. Burying his face into your neck, needing to be close, closer, closest. After a few moments he lifts his head to look down at you, pulling back to gently cup your face in his hands, tilting your face to look at him. His eyes search yours intently.

"I love you so much baby, like more than anything, you know that right?" he whispers, thumb smoothing across your cheek. "I know this whole band thing has been a lot lately... and I haven't been handling it very well I'm sorry just..." he trails off, eyes closing tightly while his brows furrow, leaning forward until his forehead touches yours. "Just tell me what you need from me right now. Anything. I'll do it" his voice is quiet and pleading, and it almost makes everything hurt just a little bit more.

"I don't want to be mad at you" you whisper slowly. Your voice is barely audible because you know if you speak any louder the words will get stuck in your throat, and the sobs that threaten to break through will stop them from ever coming out. "And I know it's not your f-fault"

He pulls you tighter against him, running his fingers soothingly through your hair. "Shh, hey, it's alright. I've got you." His voice is low and reassuring. He shifts so he can lay down on the couch, bringing you with him. He guides you to rest your head on his chest. One hand continues stroking your hair while the other rubs slow circles on your back. "I know, I know baby, none of this is fair to you" He murmurs against the top of your head.

"But I'll make it better I promise, we'll figure something out, just tell me what you need from me"

It makes you cling to him tighter now, built up emotions finally cracking through until you sob into him. Eddies arms tighten around you in response, shushing you quietly while rubbing a hand up and down your back. Between mumbled praise, he places kisses to your head, and anywhere else he can manage to reach. "You're okay baby I got you, I know it hurts, I'm so sorry, but we'll get through this together yeah? We always do"

You both hold each other for what feels like hours, while your sobs begin to subside and your breathing slows. When you finally lift your tear streaked face to look at him, he gently pushes your hair away from your face that's clung to your damp cheeks. "There's my girl" He says leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "Feel better?"

"Maybe" you nod and sniffle, sounding all stuffed up from the crying. You take one of his hands in yours, pressing a kiss to his palm before placing it against your cheek and holding it there.

Eddie smiles sadly, holding your cheek with his hand. "Baby..." he cups your face fully now, leaning in to kiss your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose, and then your mouth. Each kiss saying more than he could get his words to.

"I hate seeing you like this... I never wanted to cause you pain baby" His brows knit together, and you can see the way his jaw clenches in attempts to keep his own emotions at bay. His arms wrap around you again, crushing you tightly against his chest while he buries his face into your neck once more. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I'm so fucking sorry" His words are muffled, but the emotion in them is clear as day. You can feel him breathe in deeply, trying to compose himself.

"I know teddy" you whisper softly.

He nods against your neck. "I know you do, but I still hate myself for putting you through this shit" he pulls back just enough to meet your watery eyes, cupping your face again. "You deserve so much better than all this bullshit" he mumbles softly. His thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone, while his eyes roam over every detail of your face, as if he's trying to memorize it. "My sweet girl..." he whispers "What would I do without you huh?" He smiles then, only for a moment before he surges forward, pressing his lips into yours with desperate emotions. It's filled with apology and longing, with all the words left unspoken between the two of you.

You kiss him back just as desperately, clinging onto him like a lifeline while his hands grip at your hips possessively as he pulls you flush against him. A low groan escapes him as he slips his tongue into your mouth to deepen the kiss.

He pulls away panting, resting his forehead against yours and looks at you with dark eyes that are filled with desire. "God I missed you so fucking much today" he rasps. "I wanna... wanna feel you" he says while one hand slides under your shirt, his hand covering the expanse of your lower back while the other gently tangles in your hair, angling your head as he claims your mouth in another deep kiss.

Your brows furrow, and your lips part to speak, but you struggle to get the words out. Stuck between rationality and desire, you're unsure if engaging in something sexual right now is a good idea. "Baby I don't know if we should" You mumble out, just as breathless.

Eddie groans but it almost comes out as a whimper. His grip tightening on your hip. "Don't say no baby please" he breathes against your lips. "Please I need you" his other hand slips up your back, fingers digging into your skin possessively. Eddie has never been one to beg like this, and has never been one to try to convince you to do it when you've said no. But he needs that connection right now. When leans in to kiss you again, slower this time, but just as intense, you realize this is less about the actual act of sex, or cumming for him, and more about being close, as close as two humans can get. It's about being connected.

So you nod in understanding, the overwhelming desire to feel the same connection washing over you as well, letting out a small "O-okay"

"Thank you" he pants against your lips. "thank you, thank you..." he repeats his thanks while his hands make quick work of stripping off your clothes, tossing them somewhere in the room without care. He takes a moment to appreciate your bare form, always in awe and mesmerized at the sight. He pulls you against him, groaning at the feeling of your skin against his. "Fuck you're s perfect" he groans between kisses. Trailing them down your neck and collarbone.

Shifting he lays you down on your back on the couch, hovering over you and leans down kissing you deeply. His hands roaming everywhere they can reach along the curves and planes of your body he knows off by heart.

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your body, leaving a burning heat in their wake, as he leans forward to take one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling and nipping on it until he feels you arch up into him. "Love these tits" he mumbles around the sensitive nub before moving to give the other one the same attention.

His hand slides down between your thighs, finding you already soaking, and he hums approvingly circling your clit gently "So wet for me already, baby- god you're such a good girl" using the same hand he slides it lower until he pushes it slowly into you, groaning at the feeling of you enveloping his finger. "Always so fucking tight" he groans, dropping his forehead against your chest as he begins to pump his finger slowly, curling it up just right to hit that sweet spot only he seems to be able to reach.

You bite at your bottom lip to stifle the loud moan that wants to escape. Your brows furrow in both confusion and pleasure, knowing how badly Eddie needed this intimate moment, but weren't expecting the focus to be on you.

Eddie slowly adds a second finger when he notices the twitch of your hips and the way your body writhes beneath him. Pumping them in and out of you steadily while he uses his other hand to rub soft and quick circles on your clit. "That's it baby" he nods. "be a good girl and cum for me" he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss once more, swallowing each whimper and moan he pulls from you, all while he continues to fuck you with his fingers. "Come on, I know your close, give it to me" he groans while quickening his pace, feeling the way your walls flutter around him while you let out a muffled "m'cumming!"

You let out a whine that turns into a needy moan as your back arches off the couch and your thighs clench around eddies hand that doesn't stop working you until you're trembling. "that's my good girl" he says slowing his movements, until slipping his fingers out of you and bringing them up to his lips to suck the juices off of them.

Shifting so he can settle between your trembling thighs, the hard length of him nudges at your entrance. He leans down, bracing his weight on his forearms on either side of your head, caging you in as he gazes down at you with heavy lidded eyes. "Tell me you want this" he demands, his voice slightly more rough than before. "Tell me you need me" his voice trembles.

"Need it ed's, need you" you say cradling his face in your hands "always need you" you nod quickly.

He nods back, pressing himself into you slowly and groaning at the feeling of your slick cunt as it sucks him in. "F-fuck baby" he stills for a moment, basking in the euphoria of being connected with you like this.

When he begins to move he starts a steady rhythm as he rocks into you, each snap of his hips driving him deeper and deeper, and fuels the fire in your stomach once more. "Missed this" he pants against your mouth "Missed you" he says while leaning down to press his lips to yours harshly. His hips increase in pace, and the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin echo throughout your apartment, which only spurs Eddie on more, quickening his pace as he chases his orgasm that's creeping up on him quickly.

"Gonna cum soon" he warns, voice strained with the effort of holding back. "fuck baby you feel too good" He buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing heavily as he empties himself inside you, groaning with each wave of pleasure as it runs through him. Your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

When the aftershocks begin to fade he collapses on top of you, pressing kisses along your jawline, neck, cheeks, chest, anywhere while he murmurs incoherent praises and endearments. After a few moments he rolls onto his side, positioning himself beside you while his softening cock slips out of your slowly along with your mixed juices.

He tucks a bit of hair behind your ear, studying your face, while looking uncharacteristically vulnerable, his usual confidence slipping away to reveal the lingering depths of swimming emotions he's been facing just as much as you. "I love you" he whispers.

"I love you" you whisper back.

And for a long moment the two of you just hold each other like that. No speaking, no noises, just two people in love, holding each other and absorbing the raw emotion being shared between you both. You'll have a better conversation about everything in the morning, but for now, this is all the two of you need.

#good soup #x reader #fem!reader #such delicious soup

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pretty-batty · 16 days ago

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Thinking about Pussydrunk Eddie, who worships you every time he can get his paws on you. Who follows you through the halls at school, pressing up against you every time you’re alone - “Please, baby, just another taste? Just one more, I swear.”

Who drags you to the bathroom the second you give in, pushing you up against the wall and getting on his knees. Pushes your skirt up and buries his face in your cunt, breathing in your scent and tasting your perfect slick. He’s never tasted anything sweeter.

Who drags his long tongue through your folds, tasting every inch of you, circling his tongue around your clit before sucking on it, making your knees buckle. He holds you up, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder as he devours you like his last meal.

“Taste so fuckin’ sweet, princess. I can’t get enough of this perfect little pussy. ‘s perfect for me.”

Who fucks you with his fingers while he eats your pussy, skilled fingers pressing right up against that spot deep inside you can’t reach on your own. Who eats you until you’re grabbing onto his curls - “Oh fuck, oh fuck Eddie, I’m gonna cum, I’m-“

“I know it baby, let go f’me.”

Who moans as you cum on his fingers and his tongue, lapping up every bit of slick you give him, not wasting a single drop. Who cums in his fucking jeans just from making you fall apart.

“Eddie, did you-?”

“Yeah baby, couldn’t help myself. You’re too fuckin’ good. Skip with me and help me clean up?”

Pussydrunk Eddie, who skips the rest of the day and drags you to his van, speeding back to his trailer. Who brings you into his room while Wayne is at work and wastes no time getting you both naked. Who spreads your legs wide on his mattress, stroking his hard, thick cock as he looks down at you.

“Y’gonna take me, princess? Gonna let me fuck you like you need to be fucked?”

“Mmhmm, Eddie, please…”

Pussydrunk Eddie, who presses your thighs up against your chest, watching his massive length sink into your perfect walls. Who isn’t shy about his moans, desperately whining and groaning as he fucks you into the mattress.

“Yeah, yeah, so fuckin’ good baby, feels so fuckin’ good. Pussy’s grippin’ me just right, like it was fuckin’ made f’me. Fuuuuck baby, gonna make me blow my load in that little cunt.”

Pussydrunk Eddie, who doesn’t mean to, but he loses control and cums early, filling you up. You don’t mind, but thank god for birth control.

“Ah! Ah! Fuuuuck princess, shit, take it all baby, take all’ve me. Fuck, you’re gettin’ filled up so nice, my cum’s so fuckin’ deep in you.”

Pussydrunk Eddie, who knows you didn’t get to cum, so he pulls out and buries his face between your thighs again, tasting the mix of you and him. He devours until there’s nothing left, until your whole body is shaking around him and you can’t even form coherent sentences anymore.

“Eddie! Eddie! Eddie!”

“That’s it, baby. You know who makes you feel this good.”

#good soup #x reader #fem!reader #good god damn that is some good soup

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pretty-batty · 18 days ago

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Good soup.

Vιԃҽσ Gαɱҽʂ

eddie munson x afab!reader

based off this little idea I had

• wordcount: 1.1K

18+ only or I will break your knees (lovingly) explicit content ahead, if you don’t wish to see don’t read! Steve Harrington is mentioned more than once. voyeurism sex with Eddie. enjoy!

“Can you even hear a word I’m saying right now?” Your boyfriend's silence answers the question for you as you roll your eyes, crossing your arms in front of you. You are all for him getting some time to unwind but lately he’s been glued to his Xbox, playing some new game with Steve that you couldn’t care to remember the name of. He’s oblivious to your frustration as he chats away with Steve, only pausing to take a sip of the Mountain Dew he keeps in his chalice on his desk.

You walk over slowly behind him, looking at the screen as he and Steve fight off zombies, any other day you’d let him play and you’d go do your thing. Today, you wanted attention, and you were going to get it, there wasn’t a doubt in your mind. “Eddie baby?” You whisper, leaning down where your head is next to his, you can hear Steve on the other end cackling about something. You poke your boyfriend in the side but he just shoos you off, not even turning to look at you.

‘He’s turning into an addict.’ You think to yourself as you finally walk yourself around his chair, stopping right in front of him. “Hey!! What are you doing babe?!” He all but shrieks out as you look down at him, smirking evilly. “Getting what I deserve Eddie.” You mumble, running your finger down the side of his face as he lets out a complaint about how you just made him die, poor thing. That will be the farthest thought in his mind in a few seconds.

Your fingers fumble with his belt, pulling it through the loops before you’re throwing it behind you. Eddie looks down at you, his eyebrows shooting up underneath his bangs. “Babe… oh Jesus Christ.” He moans out as you kiss the tip of his cock through his boxers, your fingers grip deliciously into the meat of his thighs as he rips his headset off, slamming it down onto his desk so hard you don’t know how it didn’t break.

“You wanted my attention, hmm? Little brat couldn’t even make it an hour without needing me down their throat, that’s kinda gross baby.” He growls out, his thick fingers winding their way into your hair as he pulls you down closer to where he needs you the most. You go brainless as you pull his dick out of his pants slowly, it’s so pretty, his piercing shimmering on top only makes it better. You spit onto your hand slowly before wrapping it back around the base, twisting slowly before you begin to move it up and down at an agonizingly slow pace.

“You’d rather pay attention to zombies than this baby? Are you crazy?” You ask, pouting up at him as he leans his head back, a loud moan slips its way past his beautiful lips. Nobody is thinking about poor Steve on the other end of the headset, his face is beet red and his pants tight, but that would be a worry for later. “N-No, fuck, would much rather watch you use that sinful mouth of yours baby, all day.” He chokes out, the air leaving his body almost completely as you spit down onto the head, you smile up at him one more time before you dive down like you’re starved and his dick is the best meal on earth.

Shuffling forward you go down as far as you can, choking slightly as Eddie lets out another beautiful noise. You had him exactly how you wanted, he’s like putty as he sinks down into his chair. His hips are soon bucking against your face, incoherent mumbling and praises are tumbling out of his mouth as the coarse hair beneath his cock scratches against your face. It’s all thrilling, the smell of him, how he tastes, the realization that Steve and any of his other friends that are playing with him can hear you pleasuring him right now. It almost has you wanting to cum in your jeans.

You pop off only for a second, catching some air as you lick your lips slowly. “Want me to ride you in your little gaming chair?” You tease mockingly as he nods, his hair is everywhere, tangled up from where he’s been pulling on it, slightly sticking to his face from the sweat beads that are rolling down his forehead. You know they would taste delicious too, everything about Eddie does. You waste no time as soon as he gives you the go to get on him you’re pushing your pants down to your knees, your underwear are only pulled to the side as you turn around facing away from him.

Just having him in your mouth already has you wet enough that you don’t need to prep, you turn your head around over your shoulder, smiling at him wickedly before you sink down onto him. You bite back a moan as his dick stretches you out, you and Eddie had done this so many times but you’d honestly never get used to how thick he is. It’s absolutely perfect, every ridge of the veins rubbing against you in the right way, every time you go back down the head rubs against the spot that has your legs turning into jelly. “Please baby… think I’m gonna cum.. fuck!” His big hands are holding onto your hips loosely, you know his brain is so pussy whipped he can't even think straight right now.

“Next time you even think about ignoring me for your little zombies I want you to remember this baby, you understand?” You scold him, grinding your hips in a circle as you feel him shaking beneath you. “Y-yes! Yes! Promise I’ll remember, I’m sorry, fuck I’m sorry please baby right there oh my fucking go-od.” This man is down bad, you laugh a little as you lift up and down only a few more times before he breaks, you keep yourself still, feeling his cock twitching inside you as he lets out profanities that you weren’t even sure existed. “Fuck… such a good boy, filling me up. I’m so proud of you.” You coo, lifting yourself up slowly, his softening dick falling out of you, you can feel his cum leaking out and sticking to your thighs.

You lean back against Eddie, smiling before turning his face to kiss him a few times. “That was better than any of your games.” You say confidently, grabbing his headset and slipping it on. “Hey Steve, he’s all yours now hun, have fun killing Zombies.” You say, laughing wildly as Eddie’s face heats up. Steve cums in his pants that day, and he’s not even ashamed.

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#eddie munson x reader #fem!reader #good soup #some steve mention #good work bestie

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pretty-batty · 18 days ago

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Feast for the Beast

Eddie x Original Female Character Pt 8 of Eldath's Priestess 3963 Words

Warning: SMUT (18+ only), description of facial deformities, monster fucking, rough sex, thigh fucking, inhuman shween, biting, messy sex. Allusions to past "carrion" eating, body horror, gore, stitches. Now on ao3 Thank you @anakinkshamer for being my beta reader

Summary: Eddie can no longer keep up the lie. But can Judy handle the beast he becomes under Vecna's frenzy?

The frenzy was coming soon. The need to hunt gnawed at the back of Eddie’s head, raising what little hackles he had. He insisted they wait to change his stitches. Rather than tell them why, he explained that he needed to prepare himself.

He sat on the couch with Judy nestled in the crook of his arm. And like the magical psychic she was, Judy looked up at him and spoke. “You okay, baby?”

He was silent, contemplating whether to lie again. But one look in her gray eyes, he decided against it. His lips parted to push out a shaky sigh. “Getting hungry.”

“Like normal hungry…?”

He shook his head, his curls dancing over her face. Judy grinned, shimmying out of his arm and sweeping her leg over his hip. She stroked down his shoulders, settling in his lap. Oh. Sexy hungry. Eat you out hungry. She knew it, smiling. “You can feed on me.”

All Eddie did was just stare at her shoulder, face sullen. No amount of her grinding herself against him could stir him out of it. Her smile dropped as she dismounted, kneeling between his legs. Her fingers cradling his face, trying to catch his eyes.

“It’s not a joke.” He whispered, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Okay,” Judy cooed, “okay, baby. What did you do before?”

He managed a choked whine, clamping his eyes shut and shaking his head. His chest heaved in short bursts, hyperventilating before letting go in a cry from behind his teeth. His brow dropped onto her shoulder, crying against whatever fabric she was wearing.

He shuddered like a flower caught in a harsh wind, cradled in Judy’s arms. Finally, he collected himself enough to tell her. Admit his most horrible act as he dragged himself through hell.

“I feasted on the…” He blinked hard, regaining himself, “the dead. Carrion. Like a vulture. There were so many, and I didn’t even think. It was like something was eating through me. I was still hungry, my stomach felt empty, but the nagging pain, the creature in my arms and legs, thrashing behind my eyes, was at peace. It would happen every week, and when my mouth would heal, every time, the seams would split open again. It’s why I keep my face stitched up. Why I stayed away, even when I had a mind of my own.” Eddie’s soft gaze met Judy’s, pleading for some solace in his confession, “I’m a monster, Judy.”

But Judy was silent. Her heart ached, broken for a boy who was never malicious. Not for as long as she knew him. Taking a beat with a soft smile in her eyes, she made her decision. She would take care of him. She gave his shoulders a squeeze before standing. “Is it blood, or just flesh?”

“Both.”

“Does the source matter?” She turned to the window.

“No.”

“Okay,” she watched the cars pass by her house, “let me take care of it.”

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Who knew meat was so heavy? Several pounds of shoulder, brisket, and offal (edible organs) hung off her body from various plastic bags. The last was cradled in her arms in a paper bag. A liter of pigs blood. She was still bristling at the interaction she had with the butcher.

“I don’t keep Kosher.” Was all she should have had to say. Not play 20 questions with a man she’d never see again, God willing.

She entered to see Wayne and Margie at the dinner table. Eddie was hiding out in her room.

“Did he tell you what was going on?”

“Didn’t have to, a lot of people have been swooped at by those bat things tonight. Those weird beasts running in the woods. Animals dead. Must be like a feeding frenzy.” Wayne said plainly, nodding to Judy’s bounty, “those for him?”

“Yeah, enough to equate to a quarter of an adult male. I hope it’s enough to sate it and make it easier for him.” She admitted, hauling the bags to the counter. “Don’t know how to prepare it, though. I don’t want him to feel like an animal.”

Margie rested a hand on Judy’s shoulder, “I think I can help with that. I’ve read all about preparing offal. Those will be untouched. As for the meat, I think giving him a variety will make it more sensible. Let’s unwrap what we will use now, stash the other in the cooler. The new fridge will be delivered tomorrow.”

Judy’s aunt was always a wonderful cook, even if there was no actual cooking involved. Her palate was second to none, and in another life, she would have easily beaten the best chefs of the era. Her plate dressing was the most notable, as she could dress even the most grotesque creation beautifully. The way her hands sliced and handled the cuts of beef and pork, the way she heated the blood and thickened it to form a gravy, it was as if she was preparing the grandest meal for the highest king.

As Judy carried the tray to her bedroom, she couldn’t help but marvel at the meal. Eddie met her at the door, mouth covering his face. His eyes wide in fear, Eddie nudged Judy out of the way as he bolted to the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway, looking to the tray in Judy’s hands.

“Oh uh, thanks!” He slipped the food from her hands.

Before she could say, “you’re wel-” He closed the door and turned on the fan.

There was no click of the lock, but Judy respected the little privacy that piece of wood provided him. She simply slid down the wall beside the door, sitting and listening for him to call for her when he was finished.

But she didn’t hear him speak, only hiccupping sobs and feverish gnashing of teeth ricochetting off the walls of the shower. He groaned and sighed as the meat traveled down his throat, the beast within him sounding pleased. He slurped the thickened blood and continued to consume all that was before him. The fan covered up any other sounds. In fact, the only one who could hear anything was Judy. Eddie would appreciate that once the frenzy was over.

That’s when she heard him whine, hyperventilating. No more chewing sounds, no more scarfing and grunting. There was a thump on the shell of the shower, then the sound of the faucet starting and then the shower head. Another whine, and then sobs, as quiet as he could be.

“Eddie, are you okay?” Her fist gently rapped at the door, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” came a breathy voice, before trying again to be heard, “yeah.”

She did so, sliding through the smallest crack she could make before closing the door behind her. Eddie was in the shower, the curtain had been removed. He had rummaged through the garage when Judy was out gathering his meat, bringing out a large, heavy drop-cloth. He had laid it to cover the entirety of the floor from the tub to the sink. It collected the water droplets that sprayed from the shower, mixing with the specks of viscera from his feast.

“I…uhm…I popped a stitch.” He said, the tremble in his voice returning.

Judy was finally able to take him in, or all that he would let her see. His legs were folded in on himself, hiding his pelvis. The blood diluted by the water washing from his body and swirling down the drain.

“It’s okay. We were going to take them out anyway, clean you up before we put in new ones.” She smiled, reaching through the shower’s stream to stroke what little of his face she could reach.

His mouth was swollen and red, covered in blood, each time he moved his jaw to speak the cracks in his face split, straining against the stitches. The inner stitch on either corner of his mouth was gone, no doubt down the drain. “Can you…can you cut the others? Release my mouth it really hurts. I can’t do it myself, I’m…” He grit his back teeth, “I’m scared.”

Judy turned off the shower, allowing the rest of the water to pour out the drain. She retrieved the cuticle scissors and doused the blades in isopropyl alcohol, volunteering her own towel to Eddie, letting him gently pat his aching face dry. She didn’t notice how his eyes fluttered closed when he smelled it. His hands immediately covering his cock and his jaw clamping back a moan.

They managed to configure themselves in a way that had Eddie’s head leaning back and resting on a folded towel, Judy leaning over him with one light bulb able to not be eclipsed by Judy’s puffy hair. Thankfully the tissue around the stitches had been moved enough to disturb buildup.

“You ready, big guy?” Judy asked, pushing her glasses back up her nose. Eddie nodded and closed his eyes. His body tensed to keep himself still, to ease the process for her. She leaned in and began to carefully snip through each stitch, the grody cotton falling away slowly as the doubled-up thread gave way to each close of the blades.

Judy’s neck was all Eddie could see, and smell. The expanse from shoulder to shoulder, chin to sternum, exposed to him and all that entailed. Her smell, the warmth from her skin. Each inhale he took sent an intense wave of need to his cock.

Unbeknownst to Judy, Eddie’s genitals had swollen far beyond human comparison. As if fluid beneath the skin had gathered and smoothed out and imperfections. It was softer in feeling but larger in girth. Clear fluid streaming out of the tip, hot and itching for her. And it ached. Oh, how his entire lower half ached. He clamped his hands around it, trying to slow it down, but that did nothing but make it worse. Stroking did too. Like it ached for one thing only, the thing that had awoken it in the first place.

Judy.

She was so engrossed in the procedure, obsessing over gently snipping each stitch, she hadn’t seen anything else. The top two lines of stitches had released, and the skin pulled back. She saw the gums around his canines and pre-molars had receded, and the tooth itself growing into the bone, making them bigger, tougher. The edges of the skin were raw. His top lip, which resembled the top lip of a Demogorgon maw, released upward to show his incisors, the gums had receded there too, but not to the same extent. The teeth meant for tearing meat were strengthened, where there would be porous dentine and bone was more enamel. If she didn’t love him, his face would have been unnerving.

But to Judy, she was just sad. Morose even over the immense pain this first transformation must have been for him.

She moved to each cheek, each stitch clipped wave way to his back teeth. All the way to his top two wisdom teeth. After the pre-molars, the rest of the teeth were unchanged. The last stitch strained slightly, causing Eddie’s focus to return to his mouth. He folded his lips and cheeks, firming the corners of his mouth, allowing her to snip the last.

“Good job, Eddie.” She sighed, placing a kiss between his brows. Eddie’s hum was more lustful than proud. “Can you keep your mouth closed for the other side?”

“Mm.” He answered, forcing all his facial muscles together. She continued, this time the tension was minimal. A relief each time the thread gave to the blades, but the tension continued to build elsewhere.

His chin was the final set. The hardest to cut through. The one he obsessed over, sewing it together in a cross-stitch, keeping it from separating at all. That was how he could talk, by keeping his hands over the other fissures, he could leave his bottom lip and chin to move. Without it, his face was unrecognizable, and any hope of talking was gone.

One of Eddies hands gripped Judy’s wrist, soaked by his cock and the juices that flowed from it. She felt it drip down her arm as she stopped.

He shook his head.

“You want to wait until we can fix it immediately?”

He nodded.

Judy’s eyes traveled down the stitches, like a trail to finally bring her focus to his swollen cock laying against his abdomen. “Oh my God, Eddie. What?”

Eddie’s other hand lifted from it to form his mouth again, not realizing it would reveal him completely. She stopped him before he could with a stern “no.”

He kept his lips pursed, forcing his maw closed as Judy ran hot water from the faucet and put a bar of soap in his hands. In his panicked and feral mind, he had forgotten about cleanliness, haphazardly washing his hands before forming a cup around his maw, opening a gap between his fingers to allow sound to emanated from the chamber. “Hurts…really bad. Like…not infected bad but…I just. Your smell. It’s…” He blinked back his shame, kneeling in the tub as his need dripped down his balls. “I tried when you were focused, see if it would calm it down.”

It took her a moment to realize what he was trying to say. The frenzy must heighten other desires besides food, other hungers.

“It just made it worse. I need…”

“Okay.”

“What?”

“Okay, let’s do this. Holy shit…” She looked at it. “Uhm…We’d need to be in a different position. Because that’s not fitting when I’m on my back. Shit but I need something under my hips if we’re doing it from behind.” Judy continued to stew. She slipped out of the bathroom, returning with her boombox, Ride the Lightning still inside. She continued to mutter to herself regarding logistics and the ethics of having sex with him in a feral state. She closed the door and locked it, taking off a piece of clothing at a time, starting with her earrings and ending with her jeans. Breasts still contained behind a front-clasped bra, panties at her hips. She finished her torrent of planning, “Drop cloth should be fine.”

She turned to Eddie, also on his feet, gazing at his face in the mirror. From a distance, he opened his maw, tongue sliding along his back teeth. Getting on her knees, she gazed up at him. His eyes left his own reflection in the mirror, to see it in her glasses instead. Judy finally got to see it, the petals of his cheeks moving independently from his jaw, flashes of teeth and reddened gums. The bright yellow of his eyes returning.

His claws reached out, removing her glasses for her and placing them on the counter. His talon pressed down on the boombox’s switch. With the slam on his drums, Lars and Cliff opened the guitars into their two-note cry. A startling opening to the album’s title track.

Intense. Guitar licks like you wouldn’t believe. Most of all, it was loud. Loud enough to cover the sound of a hard fuck.

Judy’s favorite.

She loved to fuck to Ride the Lightning.

Judy couldn’t see the details of Eddie’s face, just streaks of red and pink blending into his pale skin. When he got close enough to her, his maw was pinched together, pressing his forehead against hers. His claws caressed her face and neck, chest beginning to rise and fall deeper. Her scent filling his nose, striking the iron in his core. He was stalling. There was no doubt. She could hear him grinding his molars, clenching to control.

“Eddie, baby, it’s okay.” She said, her voice nearly hypnotic to his frazzled nerves, “I’ll be fine.” Her hand reached down and ghosted her fingertips over his swollen cock, more need seeping from his slit. “Take what you need.”

His breathing came out stuttered, short inhales and exhales before one long sigh. Judy took a chance, her lips gently pressing against the petals of his top lip. Another long sigh passed through his nose, his hips gently bucked into the air.

Eddie’s glowing eyes narrowed playfully, parting from her and crawling to slot himself behind her. There was a sense of excitement in Judy’s body, heart fluttering down to her pussy. In this circumstance, logically, she knew she should have been on her guard. But in the end, her lust won out.

She wanted to try it.

Facing the locked door, palms against the coarse drop cloth, Judy readied herself. She shimmied out of her panties with the help of Eddie’s claws. His hot shaft rested along the crack of her ass. Any touch let to a stream of pre-cum to leave Eddie’s cock. He grasped himself and stroked the head along her folds, painting her with it. Sinking the tip in a few times, guiding his own need inside of her with his talons. Judy purred at the attention, but her knees and shoulders ached already.

Facing away from him, she believed she could hide her pout. But the sigh was audible enough, and Judy’s eyes widened when she realized it. Looking over her shoulder to see Eddie’s blurry but furrowed brow, his eyes narrowed again.

He grasped her hips, sinking himself inside of her. Pulling her closer and closer until it stopped. In Judy’s surprise, she had clenched. His right hand ran up her spine, warm palm and a little pressure, as if to say, “relax.”

She breathed deep into her abdomen, lips parting in a moan. Eddie continued to thrust himself in.

The cock was softer, stiff enough to drive into her, but the skin itself gave as he fucked her. With each pass, his need milked out from his tip and flowed into her. Eddie continued to grow more mindless, needing more, more, more.

Judy's arms weakened as he kept going. From behind her, Eddie's maw hung open, his pointed tongue tasting the air as he panted. Finally, her arms gave out as she slowly rested herself on the drop cloth, arms folded to support her head. Each time he drew out from her, their combined juices fell down her legs.

Eddie's claws gripped her hips harder as he took on her weight. Without his hands or stitches, he could not speak. But with this little lift, he was whispering to her “let go.”

Judy could sense it, surrendering control to Eddie as he continued to fuck into her. All he had to do was keep her up, keep her close. One hand moved up to grip her shoulder, the other remaining on her hip as he bounced her on his swollen cock. Her entrance finally gave way to the swollen base, and she let out a whine from her gritted teeth.

Their combined need poured from her with each draw of his cock, his pace growing more frantic. Judy had receded into herself completely. Her clit remained untouched, and each sensation remained somewhat muted. This was not for her pleasure.

Eddie pulled out a little too far, and when attempting to slide back in with the next thrust, his cock missed and ran between her thighs. His tip catching her clit and leading to a gasp from her lips. He froze.

She unfolded her arms, sinking her palms back to the floor. “Fuck, Eddie please do that again.”

Her thighs instinctively tried to close, and rather than keep them open, Eddie readjusted himself. He pushed her thighs closed, bracketing his calves on either side of hers. Her soft skin enveloped his cock as he drew himself back. Just as it had inside her, his cock gave way and expelled more from his tip. His cock stroking her lips and clit as he did it again. And again. Judy's head reared back, eyes closed with a smile, finally receiving attention as her skin buzzed.

Eddie's face drove forward, bending over her to press himself into the side of her neck. His maw opened to her skin to taste as he returned to his thrusting. The tip of his cock rubbing against her with such fervor, she quickly doubled over, trembling. It was too much. But she wouldn't deny him. No fear of wrath, nor sting of shame kept her, oh no, it was his hunger she fell prey to.

The old Eddie's hunger, amplified by the mindless rutting, his spit and need covering her body. Her nerves were alight in pleasure. Tears springing from her closed lashes. Her jaw kept clenched. She hung her head down, opening her eyes to see it. The head of his swollen cock slipping between her thighs, the release growing cloudier with each pass.

He was getting close, sweat dripping down their bodies as Judy lifted her head. Eddie followed suit, pulling her back with him until his back hit the floor. She felt him cling to her, trusting her to keep her own thighs shut as he continued rutting. His heels dug into the floor, legs tensed as he kept himself up. His teeth sunk into Judy's shoulder, making her scream out, covered by Kirk Hammet's wailing solo that continued to blast through the boombox.

His whole body tensed beneath her as his cock erupted, cum streaming from between her thighs, each pass leading to another fountain of him. He emptied himself onto Judy's skin, hotter than she had ever felt before. Everything below her navel and above her knees was soaked in him, below them as well.

Finally, he was empty. The frenzy was gone. He released her shoulder from his maw. His arms weakened but still stayed around her. Judy remained still, trembling. His bite surprised her. His power surprised her.

Not being able to hear his voice, that scared her.

No skin was broken on her shoulder, but the bruises were deep. Eddie had never bitten her before, not like this. A little nip occasionally, but not a whole chomp. She was the one more likely to do that. And even then, it was rare.

Judy didn’t know what to do. She was completely soaked. Eddie’s cock still clamped between her thighs. But, to her relief, Eddie was willing to take control. He laved his tongue over her bitemark before kissing it as well as he could. His hands guided her left arm around his neck, his hands sliding beneath her thighs. He sat up, pulling his legs beneath him. Their mess fell from between Judy’s parted thighs, a slight hop and he balanced on the balls of his feet.

“I don’t think you can do that. You’re not strong enough.” Judy said, voice coming out like a strained whisper. But Eddie simply breathed deep, picking her up as he rose to his full height. Judy’s free hand scrambled to find something to grip on to. She watched his eyes move from her to the toilet. She lifted the lid and Eddie set her down, letting her feet finally reach the floor. She stood, hand resting on the counter, giving her a way to guide herself on to the toilet.

As she did what she needed to do, Eddie started the shower once again. The drop cloth caught the torrent of sex and famine, but as Eddie nodded to the shower, she realized she would not be the one to clean up. She was back in his hands.

He joined her, taking turns under the water. She gazed at him, vision still obscured, water blocked by his head. His maw opened into a smile, too wide to be human, before leaning his head to the side. The showerhead sprayed water directly into Judy’s face, before once again being blocked by Eddie’s head.

As Judy sputtered in surprise, backing up to rub her eyes, she smiled to herself.

Thank God, he’s back.

Phew, that was intense! Thank you so much for reading my loves. I will start giving myself a less intense deadline. New chapters every weekend. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list! tag list: @loserboysandlithium

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