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hereforthehitsbaby · 20 days ago

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Behave | Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Synopsis: Eddie always told you to behave on game nights - but tonight you were feeling extra bratty.

Warning: Slight Smut, Finger Sucking, Mimicking Blow Job, Spanking, Dom!Eddie, Public Displays of Lewdness, Fingering Mentioned, Language, Drug Use, "Daddy," Choking,

Rating: E - NO MINORS!

Word Count: 3.6K

Best Friend; A person's closest friend. Someone who will be there for you no matter what, someone who you can trust with your deepest and darkest secrets. Best thing about having someone be that close, you could be comfortable with one another and know you will never be judged. That was the best part about it all, knowing you can openly be yourself without the feeling of dread or fear. Everyone needs someone like that in their life, whether they would like to admit it or not. It's the truth at the end of the day. Everyone could use a best friend who will be there through thick and thin, who will pump them up whenever they are feeling low. It isn't to make others jealous, but to help with your own brand of faults and doubts. Sometimes having someone who will openly reassure you is better than just being silent - instead of letting you wallow in your own despair. For you, he was the chosen one. He was the one to take those doubts away, and flourish you into the world of beauty. Though really, he loved when you were more; Teasing, taunting, overall sexy.

Being a tease was in your nature, whether you wanted to believe it or not. Something about riling up your friends was funny. Maybe it was seeing what flustered them, and what made them tick. After all, it was all in good fun - your friends didn't seem to mind. I mean, how could they when you're gorgeous? Especially when Eddie Munson was the bestest of your friends. He really enjoyed when you teased him, openly flirted with him, and even when you would climb into his lap like it was nothing. Though you both were heavily adamant, you were just friends. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. It was a safety precaution after all, in case if things didn't work out the integrity of your friendship would not be ruined. To the naked eye of your friend group, the two of you were platonic with a capital P, whilst in private you could've sworn you were lovers. Just the way he handled your body, making you bend to his will - how you'd give yourself up to him, he was damned if he fell in love. It was normal for you two to experiment with one another - to find what you like and how it should be done. All the best adventures, came from Eddie.

That 5"11' brown eyed beauty would be the death of you at some point, truly a gracious man who would take care of you at the drop of a hat. Eddie Munson was your person, your forever in such a brutal world. When he had slid into your life at fourteen years old, you were a goner. That was around the same time he had grown his mullet out a bit so it was more of a hair metal variety. Bright brown eyes were like a puppy's, constantly begging and pleading to be loved. That is all Eddie truly wanted at the end of the day - to feel the love neither of his parents had given him. Growing up with his uncle, it was rare to show any sign of affection - making him feel almost robotic at times. But, when you were caught on the swings smoking a joint in front of a bunch of kids - he knew you could love him like he needed. He offered you a light to reignite your end of the joint, suckling the smoke deeply as it swirled within your lungs. Simply you passed it off to him; That entire day you spent running through the fountains near Hawkins downtown, causing chaos every moment you could. He was in love with you from the start, it was obvious.

"Sweetheart, I need you to behave tonight. We are at the halfway point in the campaign. No distractions, okay?" Eddie pleaded as he drove down the rickety dirt road near Hawkins High. Thursday nights were dedicated to Hellfire - the D&D club Eddie has ran since Freshman year. When you became the new soul to Hawkins, Eddie was the first to bring you into the sacred circle - loving how easily you fit in with the others and how great of a rogue dark elf you are. It made his heart beam that the girl of his dreams, also loved the same music, books and games. But, Eddie wouldn't admit that he fucking loved when you were being a tease, purposely turning him on during the most inconvenienced of times. There was something about being bent to your will he could not get enough of, especially when he was heavily rooted in the campaign. It wasn't outlandish for all of the guys to see - but enough for Eddie to silently berate you. The other guys were oblivious, which was cute.

You turned to Eddie's side in the van, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting with an audible hmph, knowing that cannot be arranged. A chuckle slipped from Eddie's lips as he heard you sweet little sound, your pout the cutest thing he had ever seen. He was a weakened man for you, that was a no brainer. "I cannot make any guarantees, Eddie the Banished." You knew Eddie was a slut for you calling him by his Dungeon Master name - which you found sexy. Just seeing how his hands gripped the steering wheel a bit harder to make the leather crunch beneath his fingers, was enough ammunition you needed to keep going. With Eddie's eyes becoming hooded in lust, he strained his fingers against the wheel. "Fuck, you love I love it when you call me that, sweetheart." Indeed you did, hence why this was going to be an absolutely torturous night for sweet Eddie Munson - not when the love of his life was bound to kill him with teasing. "If you're going to tease me, at least get it out before the game." Eddie pleaded with you, turning his head to face yours as the light remained red, gulping his worries down.

"Aw, Eddie? Are you okay, baby boy?" You pouted playfully, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. You could hear the strain of the steering wheel beneath your fingers, causing his body to convulse in the slightest. His knee was bouncing up and down whilst waiting for the light, trying so hard to contain his raging hard on in his jeans, trying so hard to not fuck you in the back of his van in the school parking lot. You made Edie crazy, but he fucking craved it. Eddie slammed to 60 when the light turned green, speeding down the last set of dirt roads by the high school while you waited to tease him. Eddie wouldn't give you the chance to do so though, for as soon as he pulled into the parking lot, he left you in the van. No keys, no words, just grabbed his lunch box and that was it. In a way you silently wondered if you took this too far with him, if you made him angry by teasing. Your heart began to race with the possible realization that Eddie was mad at you, causing a sliver of doubt to shine within your bones. But alas, like everything else in life, you pushed it down and never thought of it again.

Slowly you crept the passengers side door open to be met with the cool early summer breeze against your freshly shaved legs; High waisted leather skirt caused the breeze to slide underneath. Adorning your torso was your very own Hellfire Club shirt, tucked into the band of your bottoms. With the blackened boots and studs on your feet, you hopped out of the van with a clank of the heels - sighing out softly. Truly you were worried that you may have pissed Eddie off, which would make the game that much more awkward. But as soon as you were about to be wrapped up in your worries, you heard the infamous giggle of one Dustin Henderson rolling through your ears, shoving your door closed with a smile. "Hello, Lady Thesa! Are you ready to completely annihilate the cult of Vecna?" Dustin smiled sweetly, tagging Mike and Lucas along with him. Smiling widely as you rolled your eyes, you bowed to the boys with a short curtsey, trying not to laugh. "Of course I am, ready to kick that slimeballs ass once and for all!" You exclaimed proudly, causing the three to scream in agreement.

The four of you made your way to the double doors of the school, the only set that would be opened tonight. It was cute hearing how excited the guys were to get to the halfway point - needing to level up and get their steel armor finally. If there was anyway you all would beat Vecna, it was with the best of the best armor. The halls of Hawkins high were bare from the world; Cold, almost decayed with the scent of death - and gym socks. It was weird always being back at the school late at night with nothing else around, no one else around for that matter. Principal Higgins, as much as he was a douchebag, gave Eddie a key to the school for these reasons - though he barely trusted Munson. It was funny, you and Eddie being the oldest of the groups - just due to the fact that he stayed back three times and you, well you had the unfortunate luck of your transcripts getting lost in the mail, meaning you had to repeat freshman year twice. Maybe its because Eddie officially ran Hellfire Club but, you always had a spare.

The chatter coming from the science classroom made your stomach drop, hearing Eddie's loud voice booming through the hiss of the lights overhead. Dustin, Lucas and Mike ran into the class before you did, screaming along with Eddie, Jeff and Gareth. Meanwhile you, you trailed into the class lastly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you wandered over to Eddie's side. Plopping down next to Gareth, Eddie noticed where was a twinkle of something in your eyes - something that made you not want to look at him. Is she mad I walked away from her earlier? Eddie's mind pondered so many different possibilities and fears, wondering if he was too harsh in what he did. But really, this was just one giant fucking game. "Hey Gareth, could you please be a darling and pass me by dice?" You smiled sweetly at the flannel wearing guy, batting your lashes softly. His face instantly reddened at your flattery, fingers trembling as they grabbed your purple satchel from the pile. Sending him a wink as a thank you, you hummed softly as poured them out beside your character sheet. "You look really pretty today," the soft tone of Gareth's words made your heart soar, the heat creeping upon your cheeks.

You nudged Gareth's shoulder with your own, smiling sincerely at his compliment, not knowing exactly how to function after it. "Thank you, that's really sweet of you to say!" You made sure the sentence was loud enough for Eddie to hear. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Eddie's mouth screwed up into a solid line, his fingers gripping the ballpoint pen as if he was trying to kill it. His leg shook the entire table, making some of the pieces turn over accidentally. "Jesus Eddie, did you forget to pop your quaaludes before the meeting?" Jeff snorted, causing Eddie to slam his hands down on the table, everyone shutting up so quickly. Eddie's beady eyes bored into everyone's, mainly yours with fury. You had never seen Eddie so pissed off before, or just mad in general. Usually if the guys joked around like this then Eddie was all giggles too. But tonight, something was different - something was off. "Listen here you little shits, I am not in the mood to fuck around. Get your shit together, or get the fuck out!" Eddie snapped, surprised with the tone of his own voice. He jumped back slightly at his own harsh remark, wincing towards the group. "I'm sorry - just...a lot going on."

Everyone was understanding, nodding and keeping their lips sealed until Eddie began the campaign. You barely needed to do anything here tonight, Eddie was already frustrated because of you. In a way you felt bad for working him up, but on the same length you were only just getting started. As Eddie began to recite where you all had left off, you leaned into your fanny pack to grab out a lollipop, unwrapping the blow pop - cherry - your favorite. As you popped the candy into your mouth, you wrote down your updated stats on your character sheets, not giving a second glance to the DM. "Lady Thesa, you see a Rust Monster coming your way out of the darkened woods. It's body insect like, the color of rust with antenna's that can easily wrap around you. Do you fight, or do you flee?" Eddie recited to you, cocking his brow as you swirled the lolly against your tongue. Popping it freshly out, dripping with your saliva, you nod to him with a smirk; "I'll fight that fucker." Eddie's eyes were dazzling over the lollipop, breath hitching as you traced your tongue on the underside of the protruding top, wrapping your perfect lips around it.

You grabbed two D7 dice from your pile in front, the purple and black glittering in the overhead lights. Shaking them in your hand was phallic in itself; You were mimicking a hand job directly at Eddie. As the two dice fell down to the board, you noticed how you hit the rust monster with an attack of fourteen, meaning you wounded him enough to take fourteen damage. Everyone around you cheered and Gareth clapped your back, rubbing smooth circles over your shirt. A flush rose to Gareth's cheek as you rested your hand on his lower thigh, gently rubbing his jeans as you giggled. Eddie hated that someone other than him was making you giggle, making your smile so hard your cheeks hurt, fuck even making you shiver with delight. That is something Eddie always did - to see that he was almost being replaced hurt a lot. But he could not let you get away with this. Clutching the dice of the rust monster in his hand, Eddie threw the D20 down with haste, seeing how it landed only on five - meaning you got to do another hit of damage. The way Eddie perched himself in the chair, his back against the wood and his legs spread wide, made you shiver with lust. The way his sinful hands grasped at the arms of the chair, as if he would rip them off at any given moment.

"Kick his ass Lady Thesa, stun them with your beauty." Gareth was on a roll tonight with the compliments. You wondered if it was because Eddie wasn't being obsessive about you, wondering if he was doing it to get a rise out of Munson. Either way, it was sweet of shy Gareth to speak up finally, looking at you like you were a prize. When Gareth leaned forward to whisper in your ear, that was enough to made Eddie snap. "Time out!" His voice boomed over the chatter of everyone, causing the room to stand still. Before anyone could ask Eddie if he was okay, the brute stormed out of the classroom, slamming the door behind. His jackets were laid across his bag on the floor, you wondered if he had a smoke to calm his nerves. Sighing out loud, you slowly pushed out of your chair, rubbing your forehead before heading towards the door. "What's gotten into him?" Mike asked with confusion, causing you to shrug. "I don't know but we will be back, I am going to see what's up."

This was very out of character for your Eddie, and you wanted to do what you could to give him peace in the process. As you left the classroom, you looked up and down both halls - not seeing a lick of Eddie anywhere. Groaning to yourself, you quickly sped down the right side of the hall, heading towards where the gym and locker rooms would be. There were only about four classrooms - all senior level art, psychology, history and culinary. He could be hiding out in one of those, you pondered, but just which one? You reached for the first class which happened to be the art room. Elongated black tables lined each row - showcasing off eight of them with four chairs at each. It was weird to see one of your classes in the darkened night, fluorescent lightbulbs not burning your eyes. "Eddie?" You called out with a hum, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you sighed out. You were nervous he was mad at you, or worse yet - he wanted you to leave. "Eddie I'm-" you began, but were cut off with two strong hands pinning your shoulders back against the air. The slice of tension covered your body like a wet blanket, unable to move under the force. His left hand slid from your shoulder to your neck, pushing down on your pulse point like it was nothing.

"You must think you're real fucking cute, don't you?" Eddie hissed as he tightened his grip, his right hand coming to pin your hip to the board behind you. Easily you could feel your eyes growing darker as they dilated. Eddie was possessive sure, but he never used this sort of force outside of the bedroom. In all honesty, it was hot to you, knowing how much you loved to be choked. Giving Eddie your best impression of doe eyes, you slowly let your smile creep forth, showcasing your reddened lips and tongue from the lollipop earlier, you had discarded when you were rolling. "Mhm, of course I do, Munson." You challenged him back, looking him up and down for two seconds. He was lost in your words, how you played feigned innocence so well. This time around it wasn't going to work on him, no, he was already deep into his mind of fury. Still holding your throat in his hand, Eddie marched you backwards to the emptied desk of the art teacher Mrs. Callough, watching how your bared thighs trembled. Eddie paced himself out by removing one of his hands from your body, using it to push your tight leather skirt over the swell of your ass, showing how you had forgone your panties for the evening, letting your naked core be only a few inches away from exposure.

"Naughty, naughty girl - you fucking menace." Eddie growled from behind, laying a harsh crack against your right ass cheek. The sensation made you jolt forward, stifling a waning moan. Before you could speak out against Eddie's spank, he laid another one flush to the other cheek, feeling the skin heat under his touch. It was like rapid fire at that rate, he kept laying harsh smacks against your ass almost to learn your lesson, but instead it caused you to go dumb. Your mouth hung open, collecting your own saliva as broken moans slipped out. Your cunt clenched around nothing, hoping to god he would shove his fingers or cock within you. Each spank got rougher than the last, his fingertips digging into the rounded, pillowy flesh like it was nothing - almost to show you who you belonged to. After fifteen, you had lost count, the pain mixed with the pleasure, you couldn't control yourself from wanting your best friend. "D-D-Daddy," you let out, tearing welling in the corner of your eyes. "Have you learned your lesson yet, princess?" Ah, so this was a punishment, you thought, feeling your heart swell.

Rapid nods fell from your head as Eddie placed a soothing palm over your now heated ass, letting the cool tips of his rings cool your backside. "Y-Yes, I am s-sorry." You muttered, letting Eddie help you stand up to straighten your tight skirt. Eddie cupped your cheek softly, running the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, watching how it puffed out just for him. "It's okay, sweetheart. I forgive you. If you can be a good girl, I'll let you come on my fingers under the table while we play - okay?" Eddie smiled softly, peppering kisses to your forehead, cheeks, nose and chin, watching how your heart raced with affection. Eddie did take amazing care of you, even when you were being a brat. That was what you loved most about him, and his darkened side. "I love you, Eddie." You let out louder than normal, causing his plush lips to turn up into a loving smile, leaning forth to kiss you so tenderly. "I love you, my darling."

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taintedcigs · 1 year ago

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i know places — e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x popular cheerleader!f!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors dni!!, ANGST, smut, p in v, kind of degradation, jealousy, praises, nicknames, br*eding kink, cre*mpie, FIGHT!!, eddie beats someone up, gareth is an asshole im sorry, and some flufff

summary: in which you are secretly dating eddie because his friends don't like you (wc: 6k+)

a/n: HELLO hello I AM BACK! i kind of hate this, and the ending sucks pls ignore it but i wanted to post it so bad bc i love ts x eddie!! also a part of this was heavily HEAVILY inspired by an ep of veronica mars bc its one of my fav shows!! also no dividers and i didn't proof-read SO PLEASE ignore the mistakes plss

Four months.

It had been four months since you and Eddie had started to “secretly date.”

And in all honesty, it had been fun. The sneaking around, the private dates, the quick fuck seshs in school, in the supply closet, after his D&D campaigns, in his van, in the woods.

And the teasing, oh god, the teasing.

It's why you were currently scrunched up in the back of his van, ragged breathing and curses, heavy tension filling the space.

“You done teasin’?” he asked, hovering over you.

It started with the glances in the hallway, at first, Eddie thought they were innocent. But the way you threw your head back as you touched Andy’s arm had Eddie’s jaw clenched.

He was sure his blood was boiling by the time he dragged you back to his van.

He dismissed your concerns about how he shouldn’t skip English again, he could care less, he needed you, and he needed you now.

It was driving him crazy too, while he had fun, he hated the idea of not being able to tell those stupid jocks to back off of his girl.

He hated the stupid school hierarchy and his friends for having to keep this relationship a secret, he hated not being able to show you off.

“Teasing?” You asked, an innocent smile playing on your lips.

“C’mon don’t play coy now.” He warned, “I know what you were tryin’ to do with that stupid jock.” He scoffed.

“And did it work?” You batted your lashes, and he rolled his tongue inside of his cheek. “Yeah.” He barely gave you any time to adjust before his lips hungrily attacked yours.

So needy and filled with lust that you couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips. He didn’t waste any time as he reached for the edge of your tiny top almost ripping it off and letting it drop to the van’s floor.

You could feel your breath hitch with how rough he was being, his calloused fingers flipping your cheerleader skirt and moving your panties aside, sliding a finger as he groaned at the wetness, partying your pussy to get a better view of your gushing heat.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” He cursed under his breath, “Such a pretty fucking pussy, baby,” He peppered your heat. “All mine, yea?” He asked needily.

His fingers worked your clit with little circles, causing you to whimper out. “Mhmm.” You barely let out, eyes shutting immediately in pleasure.

His fingers worked to stretch you open, and his visible bulge was pressing hard against his uncomfortable pants, you knew you would get what you had been begging for all morning soon.

“You think it’s fuckin’ funny to try to make me jealous?” He raised a brow, and you stopped your lips from twitching into a smirk, you didn’t need him to edge you, not right now, not when you needed him this much.

“Nuh-uh.” You pouted, “Only did it cause you kept flirting with that girl yesterday at the gig.” You huffed, you knew you were being petty, but could care less, the downside to this whole deal was the fact that you couldn’t tell those girls to back off of him, you just had to smile and watch as they swooned all over him.

And if he could play at that game, so could you.

He gave you a slight chuckle before his fingers plunged in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as you moaned for more. “Needy fuckin’ slut.” He’s being mean, and you love it.

“I’ll give you all the attention you need, yea? Such a bratty baby.” He teased.

You cried out when he retracted his fingers, feeling empty as you pouted at him. He was quick to get his aching cock out of the uncomfortable boxers, bouncing against his stomach as he hissed.

His breathing was ragged as his cock flexed in his palm, causing your thighs to tremble with need, “Do something.” You breathed.

He raised a brow at your eagerness, “Please,” You pleaded, tears welling in your eyes at the pent-up frustration inside of you.

He was quick to dip his head down your chest, mouth nibbling at your nipples, and you arched against his fingers, he was driving you crazy and you could feel his aching cock brush against your thighs.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” He cried out pinching your clit, “And all mine,” You liked how rough and possessive he got when he was jealous, you didn’t care that it was wrong, your heat was pulsing relentlessly with need.

“Jesus,” He cried out when he had one hand on your hip, and used the other to rub the tip of his pulsing cock against your entrance.

You trembled with desire when he teased you further, his pink tip sliding easily over your soaking cunt, “C’mon, thought you wanted to fuckin’ tease me?” He mocked.

“You’re already cryin’ out like a whore and I haven’t even touched you properly yet, peach,” He cooes, causing you to whine.

“N—need you,” Barely able to speak, you spread your thighs further, and Eddie gives you a chuckle, his mocking was making you throb even more.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you spread your legs like that for that dumb jock too, honey?” His words are laced with bitterness and you’re quick to shake your head.

“Uh—uh, only you,” You whine, he’s rough as he grabs your cheeks making you look at him, your eyes widen as you desperately plead for him to do something — anything.

“Since I own this tight little cunt, I’m gonna use it like I fuckin’ want to,” He growls, and you whimper at that, Eddie’s lips tilt into a smirk, he knows you enjoy his words. “You want that, peach? You want me to wreck this pretty little pussy? Fill you to the brim with my warm load?” He asks, and it makes you tilt your head backward in pleasure when he teases his tip against your entrance again.

“Mpmhm… Fuckfuckfuck, yes please!” You’re practically shaking with the need to be fucked.

He grasped your wrists in one hand, pinning them against the cold walls of his van, making you hiss, barely giving you any warning before he slowly prodded his aching cock inside your velvety walls.

“Fuckohfuckohfuck,” His breathing was ragged and you could almost feel his cock splitting you open, your mouth rounding into a silent ‘Oh.’

As he plunged himself deeper into you, your back arched back toward him, making your cunt clamp down on his cock, and he growled, “S’fuckin’ tight, poor baby must’ve felt so empty without my cock, yea?” He cooes and you nod quickly.

You could feel your insides burn, both from need and from how big Eddie was. “Mmmph, greedy fuckin’ cunt. Takin’ me so well, honey.” He murmured peppering your face with kisses, you could barely take in his words, your mind clouded with desire.

Your eyes welled up in tears again, it felt so fucking good, feeling him this deep inside of you, “Shhh… you can do it baby,” Eddie encouraged as he forced himself deeper into your soaking walls.

“Be a good girl and take it all, can you do that honey?” You nodded immediately, Eddie’s hands were quick to caress your cheeks, “Good fuckin’ girl,” He murmured before he went on and on, his cock invading your walls until he was sure he was balls deep inside of you.

You couldn’t help the filthy squeaks that escaped your lips, the space of the van filled with your mewls and Eddie’s balls slapping against you.

He licks your neck before he bites hard onto your shoulder, his grunts filling the room as he plunges harder into you.

“Jesus fucking— mmpfh… just like that honey,” He murmurs into your neck, “My perfect fuckin’ girl.”

“Look so fuckin’ pretty when you’re all fucked out like this,” He nibbles on your neck, hands pinching your nipples. “Gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, baby,” He groans as he slams further inside of you.

“Edsedsedseds!” You repeat like a mantra, “What’d’ya need, peach?” He asks smugly.

“Jesus— n-need to cum!” You cry out and Eddie’s brain short-circuits for a moment, as you lay beneath him, plump lips making ‘Oh!’ sounds as your head is tilted back, and Eddie revels in it.

“Do it, honey. Cum for me,” He encourages.

“Need that tight little cunt to clamp down on me, peach,” He groans, and your whimpers get louder, you know you’re getting close and Eddie can feel how much you tighten around him.

“Shitshitshiiit— baby, this cunt is so fuckin’ greedy, and so fuckin’ tight,” He grunts. “All mine, angel.”

“’M close, Eds…” You barely blurt out in your fucked out state, and Eddie coos, “Cum for me, honey, c’mon cream my cock.”

He tilts his hips up further and hits your velvety walls so perfectly that almost has your eyes crossing.

Once his calloused fingers make their way onto your clit, rubbing slow circles and also giving your sensitive spot a pinch you cry out, trembling beneath him as you feel yourself release around his cock.

He lets out a loud grunt, “S’fuckin’ tight when you cum, shit— Gonna fuck my load into you, baby.”

“You want that? You want me to fill that pretty pussy, have you leakin’ my cum for days?” You nod weakly, still too fucked out to answer.

“Fuckfuckfuck— yeah, baby, gonna fill your tight little hole up, gonna give you all this cum,” He grunted.

“Would you like that honey? Shit—so fuckin’ tight, beg for it, beg for me, princess—” He almost growls into the curve of your neck, his hips slamming forward roughly, “Please—Eds, please, need your cum…” You make a mewling sound and Eddie can’t help himself, he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat and he knows he’s getting close now.

“Jesus—I’m gonna cum, honey. God—I’m gonna spend all of my load in this tight little cunt peach, it’s takin’ me so well, baby, I couldn’t pull out even if I wanted to, fuckfuckfuck—”

“Goin’ to fuck my load into you, baby, need to fill you up nice and sweet,” He cooes, mind boggling with the sight of your tits jiggling each time he slams harder into you, he knows he is rearing his orgasm with the way his hips stutter.

“Cum inside’a me, please,” You purr, eyes sultry as they meet Eddie’s, his grip on your hips tightens enough to leave a mark, your words sending a wave of pleasure to him as his movement is picked up.

“Mhmm, I love it when you fill me up s’warm and nice, and make me yours,” You murmured and that was it for Eddie.

His groans became uncontrollable now, and his eyes squeezed shut, he slammed into your body one last time, roughly, a string of curses spilled from his lips before his cock pulsated and his warm sticky load painted your insides, already spilling out of your tight cunt with how stuffed you were, falling down your thighs.

With a few “Fuckfuckfuck’s” Eddie collapsed on top of you, lips peppering your face softly as he wrapped an arm around you, murmuring, “You okay, baby?”

You nodded quickly, “Mhmm…” You relaxed into his warm body, “That fuckin’ punk really thought he could flirt with you, huh?” He chuckled; he was still possessive, bringing a dark smile to your lips.

“You know what you have to do to keep them away, don’t you?” You raised a brow, and he immediately knew what you were implying, but he wasn’t ready for any of it.

“Not this again,” He huffed, and you were quick to get out of his hold, you weren’t the type to push a guy around to make things exclusive, but with Eddie, you wanted nothing more than that, you didn’t even care about the teasing you would endure when the two of you made things official, but he certainly did, and it was starting to hurt you.

“Nevermind,” You murmured, searching for your clothes as Eddie got up, “Why are we in such a hurry?” He asked, tone worried. “We already skipped one class, I don’t wanna skip another one, doofus.” You narrowed your eyes at him before slipping on your skirt, sighing in relief when you found your panties discarded on the floor.

“You mad at me or somethin’?” You could tell how fragile he was acting around you, and it made your heart ache, but all of the secrets and running around were getting to you, the girls that were throwing themselves at Eddie as he flashed them a chuckle made your blood boil, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“No, it’s just super fucking tiring to act like you don’t exist, when you’re the only person I want in my life,” Your words come out faster than you mean to, and you look at him with such a hopeful gaze that Eddie’s heart tightens, the last thing he wants to do is hurt you.

“Honey…” He whispers, before pulling your body to his again, “You have no fuckin’ idea how much I want that to happen, but—”

“But, what?” Your voice is irritated.

“But you know how the guys are, you know how annoying Gareth—” You immediately scoff at the name.

You had no idea when or why it happened. You had no idea what caused him to act this way toward you. But Eddie’s friends absolutely hated you. Especially Gareth. Jeff also did not like the fact that you were the head cheerleader, but Gareth almost had a vendetta against you, you had barely interacted with him, but the boy was out to get you.

You were fine with the kids, Dustin and Mike had adored you the second you protected them against Carver’s idea of a joke. Lucas, with his new place on the basketball team, understood you, granted he had no idea of what was happening between you and Eddie, but he knew you were Eddie’s friend, and he knew how hard Eddie’s friends have been on you.

And that is exactly why you and Eddie had decided to keep your relationship a secret that started a few months ago.

Eddie had doubts about what people would say about your relationship, and he couldn’t handle the fact that his friends would have a say in it, he wanted to keep you away from them, as long as possible.

And he assumed your popular friends wouldn’t be so keen on him, either.

So you agreed to keep the relationship a secret, but it was eating away at you now.

“It’s about him again, isn’t it?” You asked, shaking your head with a chuckle. “Four months and you can’t even dare to say I’m your girlfriend, because of fucking Gareth,” You spat out.

“It’s not just about that—Jesus, you think your cheerleader and jock friends would fuckin’ enjoy havin’ the freak around?” His tone was louder now and you hated it.

“I don’t care! I don’t give the slightest fuck what they would think about my boyfriend, it’s my business and they don’t fucking get a say in it, Eddie!” Your insecurities were on the surface now, even if Eddie couldn’t tell, you were hurt by him wanting to hide you away this much, caring more about Gareth who had this twisted game of trying to hurt you, and it made you feel like absolute shit like Eddie could care less about you.

“Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that? I do! But Gareth—” You scoffed interrupting him as you turned around to face him. “Fuck him!” Your voice raised in fury.

“Look, Eddie, if you don’t want this—” Your hand was quick to point between the two of you, “Just say the fucking word.”

“You’re twistin’ my fuckin’ words around,” His voice didn’t hold the confidence it did before, his eyes were washed over with guilt and worry, he couldn’t afford to lose you, and if he kept being a jackass, it looked like he was going to.

“You’re unbelievable,” He scoffed, “I’m unbelievable?” You quoted him, eyes narrowing again.

Eddie was on his last straws and he knew it, but he couldn’t get himself to back down, he couldn’t let you see the vulnerable side of him this soon, there was no way you would be able to stay with him, not when you saw how fragile he actually was.

“Yeah! You fuckin’ are, acting all insane and shit just because you felt jealous over some stupid girls—” And he stops there because the exasperation of breath that slipped past your lips is so loud that he realizes what he just said.

“Fuck you,” You say it so ironically and humorously, that Eddie likes to think this is one of those ironic ‘Fuck you’s you had uttered to him before, slightly nudging his side as you gave him a warm smile, but you’re nothing but cold now.

“If you think that’s what this is about then I have nothing to say to you,” Your voice was timid before you made your way to the door, Eddie’s faint mumbles of your name were just dizzying your mind when you felt the hot tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

And with that, Eddie spent the rest of the day either sulking or using other people as his anger outlet, he knew it wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t help it when you spent the rest of the day ignoring him, acting like he didn’t even exist, and it was killing him.

It got so much worse for him around lunchtime, his table was facing you, and his throat tightened, a lump forming at the fact that you didn’t even glance at him, not even turning your head toward his direction.

Eddie was fidgeting in his seat, he was itching to run over to your side, scream at the top of his lungs that you were his girlfriend, and kiss you, right in front of the entire school.

It was killing him, not being able to show you how much he fucking loved you. And his mind was now swirling with the idea that you finally realized how much of a loser he was, or that you finally realized how he didn’t deserve you, not in the slightest bit.

After one fucking conversation he had managed to push you away, and possibly manage to ruin one good fucking thing in his life, and he wanted to bang his head against the table while yelling out idiotidiotidiot!

Eddie knew he had to do something, as soon as possible, you were slipping away from his fingers, and he couldn’t handle losing you.

You were doing everything you can to avoid his gaze, no matter how much your head itched to cock in his direction.

Trying your best to stay unbothered as you attempted to laugh genuinely at the cheesy jokes Andy was providing the table with.

And Eddie’s blood was boiling, you seriously didn’t mean to make him jealous, but it didn’t matter to him, you were acknowledging everyone and specifically Andy right now but him, and it made Eddie’s jaw clench uncontrollably.

The banter going on at the table was unknown to him, but it made your skin crawl as if Gareth was saying some stupid shit about you again as if the entire table was mocking you, it was cruel, or at least it felt cruel to you.

That’s when your throat tightened up, your mind foggy as you could barely focus on anything but the chatter going on at Eddie’s table.

The cafeteria noises were pounding in your head now, jock’s table filled with the obnoxious laugh of Jason Carver, and you could even hear Robin blabbing something to Steve somewhere behind you. It was all a blur to you by now.

It surely had nothing to do with you but your mind and anxiety were enough to convince you that Gareth was making fun of you at the table. That little voice in your head there to tell you all the worst possibilities.

You barely noticed Eddie’s body burning off with rage when you were so focused on trying to hear what Gareth was saying, it shouldn’t have bothered you this much, but knowing how close he was to Eddie and how much he hated you… maybe it meant something.

Maybe Gareth knew that you were not good enough for Eddie, maybe you deserved it.

Maybe Gareth was right, maybe you were not right for Eddie, maybe he deserved to be with someone who liked his stupid D&D game, someone who didn’t conform, someone who wasn’t a coward, maybe someone who wasn’t a—

“Hey…”

“You okay?” Chrissy’s concerning voice caused your train of thought to disappear, at least pushing it back into your subconscious until you were ready to face your problems again.

“Mhmm,” You were quick to flash her with a smile, it wasn’t genuine and she probably knew it wasn’t genuine but, she stood silent as she didn’t want to put you on blast in front of everyone, giving you a tight-lipped smile and a reassuring squeeze in your arm, and you invited it in, cold demeanor changing within seconds.

And Eddie could sense it now, sitting across you, leaning in his chair like a storm isn’t brewing in his head, eyeing you carefully.

You slowly readjusted yourself, eyes quickly stealing a glance from Eddie’s table–but never at him.

And if he wasn’t watching he would’ve missed it, but he didn’t—hope inside of him blossoming like never before.

He was fidgeting to get out of his seat, run over to you, hands itching to hold you again, never to let go this time.

Your quick glance, instead of resulting in Eddie’s attention, brought Gareth’s unwarranted attention to you.

You felt uncomfortable in your seat now, you knew now your anxiety about him talking awfully about you to Eddie would be true now.

“She’s such a spoiled brat,” Gareth blurted out.

“Who are you talking about?” Jeff asked mindlessly, hands dipped into the fries he had been munching on.

“That stupid cheerleader,” Eddie’s head snapped at the mention of that, surely Gareth didn’t mean—Oh.

It was as if the rage building in within Eddie had snapped within seconds, thoughts in his head swirling, blaming Gareth for the fight.

“Watch it,” Eddie’s voice spoke before he turned his attention to Gareth, the table immediately quitening down.

“Excuse me?” Gareth questioned, taken aback, before Eddie cocked his head in his direction.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk about her,” His teeth were gritted, and your ears perked up at the rise in Eddie’s voice.

“The fuck are you on about?” Gareth replied back, the tension in the table was rising and Dustin was fidgeting im his seat by now.

“I’m telling you to keep your mouth shut when it comes to her, is that clear?” Eddie bounced from his seat, so quickly that he didn’t realize the entire cafeteria staring at him, including you.

Gareth gave him a confused chuckle, “I’m sorry?”

“Are you defending a cheerleader now or what? Have you forgotten how awful they have been to us?” He raised a brow.

“She didn’t do anything,” Eddie defended you like his life depended on it, he couldn’t believe how stupid he was being, for caring about Gareth’s half-witted input on you, like he ever actually had a conversation with you other than throwing insults to your way under his breath.

“So leave her alone,” It was more like a threat than anything else, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw the scene, Eddie not noticing your gaze, blinded by the rage.

Eddie was barely hanging by a thread, the way he leaned over the table eyes bulging out as he stood over Gareth, everyone could sense it.

A loud whoo’s from the jock’s table caused you to huff, before you knew it, Jason Carver was involved.

“Trouble in paradise?” He shouted, followed by the obnoxious laughter of his followers, they called Eddie the leader of a satanic cult but by the looks of it, Jason and his stupid little jocks fit the description more.

“Oh, shut it, Carver,” Your mouth opened before your mind could process it, heads turned toward you and you were afraid to look back up now.

The laughter from Jason’s table had died down, and you could feel plenty of eyes on you, but what mattered the most, you could feel Eddie’s burning gaze on you, the storm in his mind calming down with your tone.

Before you knew it everyone went into something else, Chrissy was quick to start a conversation and you could see from the corner of your eye that Dustin had probably took on the same job, spewing nonsense until the tension deviated.

Eddie had slumped into his seat now, thighs spread wide open while his leg fidgeted, his anger had dissipated—eyes trained on you again, it was so obvious now, even Chrissy was nudging you.

The conversation at the table was no longer interesting, he didn’t even attempt to care if Gareth was okay, you stood up to him in front of the entire school, so mindlessly that Eddie felt like a coward.

Guilt ran through his veins quicker than it intended to, Eddie knew he has been acting like an idiot, but you had opened his eyes further.

He knew he had to talk to you.

And once he saw you leaving the cafeteria alone, he knew it was now or never.

He barely waited right after you left, ignoring the voices from the table calling out for him as he waved them off, mumbling incoherently about how he had to take care of something.

You stopped when you heard his weighted footsteps, jogging after you as he called your name.

You were afraid to turn around, afraid to ask him what had happened that made him lash out at Gareth like that.

“I’m sorry,” were the first words that slipped past his almost trembling lips, his honey-brown eyes mellow.

“I said some really stupid things I shouldn’t have said,” were the words that followed, you could tell he meant it, ragged breath escaping with each word, he was nervous.

Your heart tightened in your chest, unable to open your mouth, you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights.

“I—I don’t need you to say anything,” He breathed again, and it’s not like you could get any words out now, they all died down in your throat.

“I just need you to trust me,” He murmured, calloused hands coming in contact with your shoulders as he held you steady, your legs feeling like jelly when he looked at you like that.

“W—with what?” You didn’t mean to stutter, but you couldn’t help it when he was standing this close to you, it didn’t matter if you had been dating for the last four months, you could tell something in him had changed, with the way he held you in public, your mind getting excited about the possibilities.

“I’m gonna fix this,” He pointed between the two of you, almost mimicking you from before.

“I’ll pick you up at 7, does that sound okay?” He gave you a warm smile, teeth flashing and dimples forming on the right side of his cheek, making you giggle immediately.

“O–okay,” You didn’t mean to sound so excited–almost desperate, but you could feel your insides twist with hope with each of his words, breaking down the guards you spent building up all these years.

He gave you a sloppy kiss on your cheek, his smile never wearing off, “See you after school, yea?” You nodded quickly, heat rising up on your cheeks.

By the time Eddie picked you up by your house, your chest tightened, the whole ride was more silent than usual, the stereo Eddie usually blasted now stayed as a background noise as you fidgeted in your seat.

“Are you ever gonna tell me where we are going? Or at least what we’re gonna do?” You asked curiously, head cocking to his side.

“So impatient,” He mocked, hands drumming on the steering wheel before he flashed you a smile.

“We’re almost there,” He announced, and the roads were becoming all too familiar to you now.

“Are we going to the trailer?” You asked excitedly, and Eddie threw you a look.

“You do know what surprises mean, don’t you?” He raised his brows and flashed a teasing smile, his eyes dancing with amusement.

You huffed playfully, crossing your arms against your chest.

“You do realize how cute you look when you get all mad like that?”

"Oh, stop it," you stammered, covering your face slightly with your hands, attempting to hide your embarrassment and the smile that threatened to betray you.

Eddie flashed a toothy-grin, dimples ever so present, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him, even if you wanted to.

Gaze lingered on his features longingly, as if trying to capture every detail in your memory. “Thank you for today,” He murmured, almost embarrassed, looking out on the road as his hands got clammy on the steering wheel.

You know exactly what he was thanking you for, but you still threw him a puzzled look.

“For standing up to Carver like that,” He adds, clearing his throat,

“I doubt you realize it Eddie but—”

“I think I’d pretty much do anything for you,” The words blurted out before you could process them, brain jumbled from everything that happened today.

A soft smile curved his lips as he watched you, eyes tracing every contour of your face with awe.

The rest of the ride was silent, as you kept your promise to not spoil the surprise, mind filled with various ideas as Eddie finally pulled up to his trailer.

"So... will you tell me the surprise now?" You asked, smile etching on your face as Eddie gave you a breathy laugh.

"Such an impatient baby, huh?" He mocked, nudging your shoulder playfully, his eyes sparkling with mirth.

As you caught up to him, he couldn't help but reach out to brush your hand with his fingertips, a subtle gesture of affection.

When he finally intertwined them, your heart raced, possibilities of whatever the surprise was overwhelming you as your palms grew sweaty with anxiety when you faced the daunting door to Eddie's trailer.

Eddie's fingers gripped the doorknob tightly, with a twist of the key in his hands, the lock mechanism turned, and he pushed the door open, revealing loud chattering coming from the room.

You got startled when Eddie fully opened the door, almost squealing when you saw all of the Hellfire Club squeezed into the living room, your eyes widening at Eddie's surprise.

It was silent before Gareth spoke up, “What kind of a sick joke is this supposed to be?” He chuckled bitterly, Eddie felt hot-blooded again.

“Is this why you defended her during lunch?” He chuckled, and your eyes widened at the revelation—so, that's why Eddie lashed out at lunch.

"Unfuckinbelievable," Gareth scoffed.

Eddie's jaw tightened, the muscles flexing with the strain of suppressing the overwhelming urge to lash out. “What the hell are you doing? Please tell me this is a new joke of yours called ‘I’m fucking the spoiled brat cheerleader to spite the jocks’.” Gareth spoke up, and turned around to Jeff and others for approval, but the rest of the guys just stood silent, he had crossed the line and everyone could sense it.

Your face soured at his comment, and you could feel Eddie’s grip on your hand tightened, he was getting fired up. “Goodbye, Gareth.” Eddie spoke calmly, much to your and everyone else’s surprise. Every movement he made was rigid, calculated, as if trying to contain the tempest of rage threatening to consume him.

Gareth turned to Eddie baffled, “What?” He scoffed, and Eddie gave a breathy chuckle before straightening up to collect himself. “Get out of my house.” Eddie spat with rage inside of him.

“You have a problem with, her, you leave.” You looked up at him softly as you gently squeezed his hand to let him know that it was okay, he didn’t need to make a scene, and he softened with your touch.

“Actually, if you have a problem with Y/N, you’re pretty much dead to me so just like…” He mocked a thinking face, “Evaporate or something, I don’t know.” A sarcastic smirk was plastered onto his lips now.

Everyone stood silent, causing Eddie to huff.

“That’s kind of a general invitation, if you don’t like my girlfriend then… just start heading toward the rectangle with the knob.” A wide smile spread across your face at him calling you 'his girlfriend', you leaned towards him almost, eager to soak in every word.

“Fuck you, Eddie,” Gareth spat out, Eddie rolled his tongue inside of his cheek at the comment, it looked like Gareth wasn't just going to go away silently, and Eddie wasn't sure if he could hold off the storm brewing inside of him if Gareth dared to talk about you again.

“Selling off your friends for a cheer slut—”

THUMP!

The sound that resonated in your ears before Gareth laid on the ground beneath you, it happened all so fast, Eddie's veins pulsating with the surging rage before his fists collided with Gareth's cheek.

Your mouth hung open, words trapped in your throat as your voice failed you in the face of disbelief.

Eddie cowered over him, the rest of the guys standing in shock as they tried to hold him back, they didn't need to, Eddie was done with Gareth.

“I told you to not fuckin' speak about her, was that not clear?” He spat out his words with seething anger. Gareth looked back at him with a groan.

“Then let this be a lesson for you.” He sneered.

It was all blurry, Gareth still groaning and mumbling under his breath as he left without a goodbye, the rest of the guys apologizing as they took care of Gareth, congratulating the two of you before he left to probably get that poor boy some ice.

“Well... I'd say that went pretty well?” A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, and you giggled at Eddie's inability to defuse the tension in the room.

“'M so sorry...” You straightened your posture, lifting your head to meet Eddie's soft gaze.

“Are you kidding?” He asked, eyes glinting with admiration.

“I don't care about him,” He scoffed.

“He doesn't fucking get to talk about you like that, and he doesn't deserve to be in my life,” His firm stance and unwavering eye contact were signaling you that he meant every word he was saying, he got sick of Gareth's shit, that's why this had happened, not because of you.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, honey,” He muttered, pressing soft kisses into your hair, he was trying to relieve you of your guilt, telling you that this was all on Gareth.

He leaned slightly forward, subtly closing the distance between you and him. “Now see,” He muttered, “Why can't it just be like this?” He couldn't help but reach out to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender as his fingers ached to touch you.

“Why do other people in the world have to exist, huh?” Every time he spoke to you, his voice took on a softer, almost more mellow tone, as if he was savoring the words to speak to you on his lips.

Your head tilted slightly with a giggle, eager to absorb every word he uttered. Each touch, each gaze you shared, sent an unwavering contentment through his entire being, more than you realized.

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madelynraemunson · 9 months ago

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You can answer this privately, but a few weeks ago I was thinking about if Reader was trying to make Eddie jealous with the song I kissed a girl in the background making out with some girl on the stage you know. Or tryna make him want her more lol.

def need to catch up tho

ooooh a lil toxic lovin’ i see i see 😏💋 thank you for helping with the possessive!eddie dirty talk and reactions, my sweet.

from the CMWYW universe

timeline: shortly after chapter 013

𝐈 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 18+

a collaboration with @emsgoodthinkin 💌

modern!strip club owner!eddie x modern!fem!exotic dancer!hargrove reader

CW: jealous!eddie, wlw, possessive!eddie, boyfriend!eddie, biting, degrading kink, eddie calls us a slut lmao, bratty shy girl, dom!eddie, sub!shy girl, lmk if i miss anything

[WC: 2.0k]

“I just think you’re getting a little too into it.”

It’s crazy to think Eddie would draw the line at Gareth and not Steve. Yet here you two are, arguing in the dressing room mid-shift because Eddie realized his D&D friends — who are regulars at his D&D themed strip club — have eyes and money.

“Babe, this is GARETH we’re talking about here,” you emphasize. “Gareth!”

You’re talking about the Gareth who’s gamer tag is ‘Gareth the “Gare Bear” Emerson’. The same Gareth who still uses the bunny ear method to tie his shoes. The same Gareth who gets upset when his food touches. Aside from his now relatively toned build, clear skin, and knowledge on self-care and personal hygiene, Gareth Emerson is still the same guy. And that guy is a fucking dweeb.

“Yeah, but Gareth is conventionally attractive now,” your boyfriend points out. “And somebody who’s had no choice but to build their charm from the inside out is a dangerous person.”

Projecting, are we Munson? You think to yourself. You couldn’t believe the audacity of your boyfriend. Ever since you two became exclusive, Eddie has become extra protective of you. You didn’t mind it. You actually preferred it because it means he cares. But really, at work? The place you clock in every day (not only to see him but) to make a living?

“You left scratches on his back last time.”

“He paid me to make a girl jealous.”

“And let’s not forget whatever the fuck that was that you did with Creel,” Eddie adds refusing to hear you out.

“Henry PAID me for a lap dance,” you hiss. “He was lonely, I was doing my job. He came in and spoiled me and your business on his off day, babe.”

The heat dissolves from Eddie’s cheeks when he hears his pet name. Albeit flattering, this conversation between you two wasn’t over just yet.

Eddie knew what he saw. He knows that blank, fucked out stare from anywhere, and it was prominent when you were giving Henry a lap dance, using the crinkle of his pants to get yourself off.

There’s no arguing there. But you were single when that happened and Eddie at the time made it really seem like he didn’t want anything with you. None of this was taking away from how ridiculous Eddie was being.

“Okay,” you sigh, still choosing to honor his wishes. “No more dances for Gareth.”

“At least for tonight,” Eddie barters, issuing you a fake pout. “Feeling a little bit jealous, but I’ll get over it.”

Stay away from Gareth, or men in general tonight. You can definitely do that.

Eddie’s a happy camper now. He watches as you do your thing at Vecna’s Lair, cock twitching eagerly in his pants as you swing down the pole and sink your pelvis onto the stage. The men douse you in ones, fives, tens, twenties. And you let it rain down on you with ease.

But why is Eddie still so jealous? He can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you smile at your patrons. When you lock eyes with them as you speak. And the way they gravitate towards you and your pheromones like some magnets on a fridge.

You seem to be unbothered by everything, unbothered by his presence in a room full of other gentlemen. Eddie needs to test the waters. Eddie needs to know you care.

So he decides to grab a beer and approach the first customer of the opposite sex who happens to spiral into his periphery. It happens to be good ol’ Stephanie tonight.

A regular during the beginning days of the week, this kind hearted, very approachable redhead welcomes Hellfire’s owner with a smile, offering her beer bottle to Eddie for him to give her a clink, hello.

“Hey!” he chimes. “How uh, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing well, and yourself?”

Eddie grins. “Not too shabby.”

Performatively studying her with his eyes, he decides to ask her an innuendo-filled question. “You enjoying yourself tonight?”

“What’s it to ya?”

“I always like to make sure my customers are satisfied.”

Her brow does a fruitful quirk upwards.

“So you’re the owner huh? Already so young and successful. That’s quite impressive.”

“D’aww,” your boyfriend’s hands clutch his chest. “I appreciate that.”

You can’t help but look over, stomach warped into knots.

Eddie told you to stay away from guys. So why is he flirting with a girl? Specifically a customer you’ve interacted with before. Not that Eddie would know that, since he’s always in his office when Stephanie is here.

Eddie knows you see him now and that’s all the satisfaction he needs. Knowing he got the reaction he wanted, he excuses himself from Steph, strutting back over to his office to disappear for a while and let your mind wander.

But your mind is already two steps ahead. When Stephanie catches a glimpse of you, her eyes sparkle. You wave her over.

“You just keep coming back for more, don’t you?” you infer as she strides towards you.

Stephanie chuckles. “You just can’t seem to keep me away, Shy Girl. I owe Vicky and Robin one for putting me onto this joint.”

You swing your legs over so you can divert your attention to your stunning regular. She seems to be receptive to your flirtatious nature. And conveniently, the DJ transitions into a very fitting song:

“How are you doing tonight?” you assess her.

Stephanie shrugs. “I’m doing okay. The chick I was telling you about last week stood me up. So I’m here just trying to make myself feel better.”

“OMG I’m so sorry dude.”

But she brushes it off. “It’s okay. The loneliness will die down. I just gotta feel sorry for myself first.”

You rest a consoling hand on your shoulder. Before becoming exclusive with Eddie, you knew the feeling of rejection all too well.

“You’re welcome here anytime. Even if you just wanna talk. Girl to girl, we can even do a private room for an hour.”

Just then, Stephanie reaches into her bra and pulls out a twenty dollar bill with the smuggest look on her face.

“What about center stage? You tryna kiss it all better?”

You could’ve… and would’ve done it without the money. But knowing Eddie is in for the plot twist of his lifetime, you’ve rendered the deal priceless. Happily obliging, you accept the money Stephanie insists you take from her and extend your arms out.

“Bring it in, chica.”

It’s not what I’m used to. Just wanna try you on. I’m curious for you…

And then it happens. It starts with a timid smack of the lips to feel out both your comfort levels. The feeling of safety and trust propels you both further into realms of intensity you wouldn’t have thought of exploring with one another before. She tastes of cherry, with a hint of minty coconut.

You let out a satisfied hum. It registers as a vibration against her full, vivacious chest. Dancing your fingers in her wavy hair now, you pull her closer to your chest as your lips lock in tandem.

“WHEW!” you can hear Argyle shout all the way from the kitchen. “GAH DAMN!”

…I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chapstick…

The uproar creates a chain reaction and soon all the gentlemen at Hellfire are hooting and hollering at the relatively unscripted act of affection in front of them. Soon, the money follows. Grinding your hips against her torso now, you chase the feeling of self-indulgence as you unravel yourself onto Stephanie. Right in time for Eddie to see.

I kissed a girl just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.

Floored, confused, and just a tad aroused, your man stands at the foot of Vecna’s Lair with his hands curling at his sides.

It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Don’t mean I’m in love tonight.

His stiff cock protrudes at the posterior ends of his zipper, boxer briefs shamefully laced with the salty spouts of his leaky tip. Fuck, he’s so hard. But still, oh so very pissed.

I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked it.

Standing where you knew he’d be, you shoot him a wink, letting him know that you’re well aware of his foiled plan. And after you and Stephanie thank one another for each other’s time, you prance off to the dressing room with mountains of bills in your hands.

———

“You think Eddie’s gonna like this green set?”

There’s an itch to burn the cash you got tonight, so you find yourself browsing the internet for lingerie on your phone.

“Oooh,” Nina coos in approval. “Yes girl. You’re gonna look like a sexy dragon of sorts.”

“Mm. And what about this g-string?”

“Yes, get it. I have the same one and it’s so flattering and comfortable. Look!”

Just then the door shoots open.

“Eddie, what the hell?!” Nina shrieks, quickly donning her cloak to cover up. “Knocking, fucker. Ever heard of it?”

You turn towards the entrance to find your flustered man at the door, scowling at you briefly before turning to apologize to Nina.

“Sorry, Neens,” his gaze softens sincerely. But Nina is already storming out. “I was dumb for that.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you tsk.

You two wait until your colleague is out of range to engage in what you both know is about to be some pretty reckless behavior. When all is clear, Eddie wastes no time, pouncing on you, pinning you by the wrists to the drawer of your vanity, leaving love bites at the crook of your neck just keen enough to draw blood.

Pathetically, you love it. Your dripping cunt swells for the intensity — the fury of his rough hands — the vampiric blows to your hot pulse points — the rugged buckling of his hips as he digs his claws into the tender indents of yours.

“Eddie…” you whimper.

“This familiar?” he demands between breaths.

“Rings a bell,” you muster, tracing his large display of excitement with your trembling palm. “Though it seems like you don’t necessarily…have a problem with it.”

A sinister laugh escapes his throat.

Eddie huffs. “Think you can be a smart aleck with me without repercussions?”

As swift as they come, Eddie flips you around, easing you safely onto the desk portion of your vanity by the your neck. You squirm around like a brat, whining and kicking at him with your heels in playful retaliation. His fingertips then tightly enclose around your thin lacy bralette, causing a minor tear of the sparkly chrome fabric.

Too far. Grabbing him by the wrist, you eye him in disapproval.

“Eds!” you hiss at him, seriously this time.

“You’re buying new sets anyways,” he shrugs indifferently. “You know, with the money you got for being a needy little slut.”

You issue a low grumble as Eddie sinks his body atop the small of your back. The softness in Eddie returns again when he presses delicate kisses around the tip of your chin.

“Mine, remember?”

He spins you around again, ordering you to your knees with an authoritative snap. You oblige a little too quickly, but you don’t care. You’re at the mercy of him tonight and always.

“Yours…” you breathe, knowing he’s about to fuck you and your mouth to spit and tears. “Yours only…”

He smirks, satisfied with himself. You bite your lip eagerly as you watch the King of Hellfire — and your heart — unbuckle his belt, ushering his pants down to line his pulsing cock up against your lips. Desperate for more already, your tongue peaks out to say hello. The deep lines of his snarky face concave further.

“Pucker up, sweetheart.”

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hernakedmuse · 3 months ago

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Okay but Eddie...

Picked up another job this summer, with the summer carnival coming up, a surprise trip to Disney World, our little town freak has plans for his coffin cutie this summer.

He was to be the pool boy for Loch Nora residents, namely The Cunninghams, and our little batty barbie was pissed about it.

She has every right to be, with Chrissy "Captain of the Cheer Squad" Cunningham, parading around in her high cut bikinis with her perfectly toned body spilling iced tea on her cleavage as Eddie scrubs her pool and mows her manicured lawn.

Was she being a little bratty?

Doesn't she realize Eddie has no interest in Chrissy's cookie cutter body when he has his luscious little witch?

Doesn't she understand he is trying to earn more money for her?

She's clouded by jealousy and rage worthy of a Greek goddess right now.

She made a Chrissy voodoo doll but when that didn't help soothe her anger, she decided to play dirty, she decided to spend more time with Steve "The Hair" Harrington, spending this summer in her black, thong bikini's, the most she wears are obscenely little shorts, Indiana summers are humid and sticky after all.

She and Steve have cold sandwich and firecracker pop picnics in the Hawkins' Cemetary, she makes her homemade orange lemonade that tastes like candy and happens to be Eddie's favorite.

She swims in Lover's Lake in that thong bikini with Steve, having her pretend to drown her.

Eddie can't take it any longer when he hears from Henderson that Steve is having his little succubus over at his mansion for nightly dips in his pool (that Eddie cleaned!) and a private horror summer movie themed marathon.

What if his little moth gets too much of a taste of the good life and doesn't want to return to his trailer and smelly van? What if she likes the security of Harrington's life, what if he can be a better protector?

He would do ANYTHING to prevent that, his little bat made him realize something about himself, Eddie isn't as sweet as he thought, he's actually rather selfish and controlling and while he loves making his Morticia the happiest girl in the morgue, he would rather her stay with him and be unhappy then let her have a chance of happiness with anyone else.

He would maim and possibly kill the guy he has considered his new friend, just to keep her.

He was jumped the Harrington's fence, his parents are vacationing in St. Barts right now while his uncle is on a fishing trip, the difference of their families is astonishing. he opens the back slide door of the mansion and bursts in guns blazing, not literally, but his fists were balled and clad in rings that'd be painful to the face.

He was screaming at the both of them, that they were sorely mistaken if they thought he'd allow them to get away with this that he will rip off Steve's dick and put it down the garbage disposal if he touches his girl, and then he wasn't screaming or making threats anymore, his voice was becoming weak, the thought of her no longer being in his life was too much to bear. He felt sick, his nausea swirling in his guts, he felt clammy and tears were pouring down his sweet face as he fell to his knees and clung to his girl's legs begging her to not leave him, he'll go and rob a bank and case houses to make sure she doesn't go without.

And our little horror bimbo felt so rotten, it went too far. She took it too far, she got lost in a jealous rage and then she did have a lot of fun hanging out with Steve, but just hanging, she doesn't find Steve physically attractive at all, his voice doesn't make her melt, and their hugs were so friendly and not making her heat up like her Eddie Teddie.

And every time she hung out with Steve she felt hollow, missing her Eddie, he is her limb after all, he's her Dr. Frankenstein.

Steve could never be Eddie not even close, he doesn't have that Hershey chocolate kiss gaze, those surprisingly strong arms, that warm embrace when they cuddle, the obsessive looks and touches, his constant worshipping, the smell of his Irish green soap and Brut aftershave and red Marlboro cigarette perfume with the undertone of weed. He smells like smoke and herbs and pine and like the lord of the wood, like her own Cernunnos, and oh how she worships HIM.

She missed playing Dungeons and Dragons with him, missed it ending dirty with him seducing her Witch character, missed him getting excited and nerdy over things, they didnt even go to a concert this summer yet!

She missed her Gomez, her Cernunnos, her daddy.

And she was teary eyed as she apologized profusely and they started eating each others tears and licking each others wounds until they were in a passionate embrace in the middle of Steve's living room and he had to leave his own house to let them make up.

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matchingbatbites · 2 years ago

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all for the love of you | 4.7k

My super late contribution for @thefreakandthehair Lex's spring challenge, using the prompt daisies! I caught writer's block pretty bad and wasn't able to finish this on time - honestly, I got to a point where I just couldn't stand looking at it, so I set it aside for its own good. So glad I finally caught the bug to finish it, because I'm really happy with it! <3

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Eddie isn't one to get jealous. He didn't really grow up with a lot, he learned to care for the things he had, and his mom taught him that being jealous only made you feel like shit in the long run. Sure he's wanted things before, has coveted things that other people had, but jealousy.

Jealousy is a whole other monster, something he wasn't familiar with until he caught feelings for one Steve Harrington.

It wasn’t something that happened immediately. Eddie spent a solid four months getting to know Steve after the younger had carried him out of actual, literal hell. The boy had opened up his home to Eddie once they’d been released from the hospital, and they’ve spent countless hours together since.

Watching movies and talking and just helping take care of each other - something they’d almost been forced into when they realized that neither could reach their arms above their heads without pulling at their sides, their matching bat bites tugging and aching, and Steve completely unable to reach the road rash marring his back.

They fell into a routine that settled warm in Eddie’s soul, and every day became something to look forward to. No matter how bad his day was - and there were plenty of bad days - he knew that he had Steve, that at the end of it he could count on crawling into bed with someone who helped chase the nightmares off, who helped ease the pain just a little.

When he eventually moved back in with Wayne - once his name was cleared and his scars finally manageable on his own - it felt like he’d left part of himself behind. Moving out wasn’t something he had to do, but he felt like he’d needed to. He didn’t want to be a bother to Steve any more, didn’t want to take up space any more than he already had.

He didn’t realize something had changed until they had a bit of distance between them, until he was crawling into a cold bed all by himself, until he was forced awake by vivid nightmares. It didn’t take long for Eddie to be struck by the knowledge that the reason he misses Steve so much, the reason why being away from the younger boy is physically painful, is that he-

Eddie grew up hearing people talk about crushes and butterflies, has heard his friends go on about the people they like, but he's never actually felt that himself. He's never had that nervous, fluttering sensation, or the swooping feeling that Jeff described when he met his current girlfriend.

Over the years he's managed to brush off inquiries about his own love life, spinning it around to the people that he’s fooled around with, because apparently sexual attraction is something he has no problem feeling or understanding. No, that was something he figured out pretty quickly.

He's had no problem finding people to sleep with, whether it be in Hawkins or in the bigger city an hour or so away. He learned that he doesn't have a preference when it comes to sex, that he just leans towards pretty people who seem like they might be a little bratty in bed, regardless of whether they're a guy or a girl. He likes feeling good and making others feel good and for years that's been enough.

Until Steve.

He's been attracted to Steve for a while - a couple of years now, if he’s being honest with himself - though it's hard not to be when the guy won the fucking good gene lottery. His eyes, his mouth, those irresistible little moles and freckles scattered across his skin like stars. Eddie’s always thought he was pretty, even back when he had a shit personality, but now-

Now that he knows what Steve is like when he’s protecting the people he cares about, when he wakes up shaking from a nightmare, when he just gets to be his genuine, goofball self without worry, well.

It took Eddie by surprise the first time he felt that swooping sensation in his gut, exactly the way Jeff had explained it to him. The fact that it was preceded by one of Steve’s blinding, sunshine smiles being directed straight at him helped the final pieces snap into place, and the completed puzzle laid before him could only spell out the realization of holy shit, I like Steve.

The feeling hasn’t dulled a bit in the two months since his epiphany, and he almost regrets that he hadn’t felt it sooner, back when he was living with Steve, back when he might have had a chance.

Because now Eddie is jealous. He knows he doesn’t stand a chance with Steve now, because unfortunately, the younger boy seems to have his sights set on someone else.

He doesn’t know exactly when Steve met her, but it’s been about a month since Eddie first heard this new crush mentioned in quiet conversation between Steve and Robin. It became pretty commonplace for Eddie to catch her name coming from one mouth or the other, and now.

Just hearing the name Daisy makes Eddie's skin crawl with envy, especially because the two always stop talking about her when Eddie gets close. It’s like they don't want him to hear anything about this mystery girl, like they know he holds some sort of grudge against someone he’s never even met before.

It’s a stupid thought, but one he can’t shake, especially because it keeps happening, hushed conversations quickly cutting off the moment he’s within earshot. Eddie is beyond frustrated, but he keeps his mouth shut, knows it isn’t really his place to be upset about something that isn’t any of his business.

The night that shit finally hits the fan, they’re having a movie night with just the three of them, just Robin, Steve, and Eddie himself.

Everyone else is busy - something not out of the ordinary with their ragtag bunch - and Eddie shows up a little earlier than they had agreed on. He doesn't think they know he's arrived, he can hear voices still flowing from the kitchen as he closes the front door behind him and heads deeper into the house.

" -don’t know why you keep putting it off! Just ask Daisy out already!"

Eddie freezes just outside the doorway to the kitchen. He shouldn’t be listening, he knows that it will only make the ache in his chest worse, but he can’t bring himself to take those final steps to join them as Steve responds back.

“Come on, Robin, how many times are we gonna talk about this? I'm not- There's no way Daisy likes me like that."

“Well, I think you’re a self-sabotaging idiot, because you’re clearly wrong. Daisy is totally into you!”

A soft sigh. “Just… What if I’m not wrong? It could ruin everything between us, and I don’t want to lose Daisy because of my dumb feelings.”

“Steve…”

Eddie feels his heart sinking at the hopelessness in Steve��s voice, and decides he’s officially done listening to them talk about this. He steps into the room as casually as possible and they both go quiet - fucking again - as he says “Hey guys! What’s up?”

Robin looks at Steve and makes a face that Eddie can’t decipher, and Steve shakes his head. The look on her face shifts into something determined and Steve goes a little pale as she turns to Eddie and says "Hey, Eddie! Perfect timing! Maybe you can help us figure something out?”

“Rob-”

Eddie shrugs as he goes into the fridge and grabs one of the sodas Steve keeps around for the kids. “Uh, sure, I can try.”

“Okay! So there's this girl Steve likes and he refuses to ask her out because he thinks she isn't interested in him!"

Eddie does his best to be nonchalant as he pops the tab on the can. "Is she?"

Robin and Steve reply at the same time, their "Yes!" and "No!" overlapping and leaving Eddie blinking as he processes their reactions. He makes a decision and turns to Robin, says "How do you know she likes him?"

Robin instantly looks smug and she leans in closer, almost conspiratorially. "She's not super obvious about it, but I've been watching! Any time she comes into the shop, she always leans against the counter and plays with her hair, and she gets this dopey look on her face whenever he isn’t looking at her.”

The swig of soda Eddie takes turns to ash in his mouth, and he swallows roughly as he turns to Steve, forcing himself to say “I dunno, man. Sounds to me like she’s pretty interested in you.”

Robin looks at Steve, a clear I told you so on her features that even Eddie can read. Steve pushes a hand through his hair, a nervous habit that makes Eddie want to take the hand in his own and hold it, to help sooth whatever worry Steve has.

“I just don’t know. We don’t really like a lot of the same things, and I- I worry that she would get bored with me after a while.”

“Do you and Robin share everything in common? Do you like exactly the same things?”

The younger two blink at each other before Steve gives a hesitant “No, we don't,” and Eddie shrugs.

“But you're still important to each other. Sometimes what makes you different only makes your relationship stronger. If this girl is worth anything, then you’ll both find a way to make your differences work.”

He points between himself and Steve. "Like us. You don't mind listening to me talk about D&D stuff, and you're the only person besides Wayne who can get me to sit and watch a sports game, because we care about each other's interests."

That little bit of advice feels like a big thing, especially when Steve looks at Eddie like he's shown him how to hang stars in the fucking sky. The wonder shining directly at him is a lot, it makes his heart thud behind his ribs, and he's thankful when it quickly fades into a soft smile.

Steve's response is a gentle “Okay. Okay, yeah, you're right. I’ll ask her out. Thanks, Eddie,” and even though he'd seen it coming, Eddie’s heart breaks. He shrugs it off, says "Yeah, of course, man. Let's uh, let's watch this movie, yeah?"

The rest of the night is - not tense, but there’s definitely something in the air that wasn’t there before. Eddie leaves almost as soon as the movie is over, brushing off Steve’s offer to stay the night in favor of heading back home to wrap himself in his blanket and think about exactly what he’s gotten himself into.

He knows that he can’t be around to see how this unfolds, to see Steve being sweet with some girl. He knows that the jealousy, this unfamiliar creature, will eat him alive from the inside out. Especially because he hasn’t seen Steve like this before.

Usually Steve’s interest in a girl sparks and fades pretty quickly, a bright flash in the pan of his affections. The fact that he’s been hung up on this girl for a whole month - at least a month, he doesn’t actually know if it’s been longer - is actually a big deal.

No, Eddie can’t be around to see Steve’s courtship or whatever the fuck he’s going to try with Daisy. Instead he does something he’s not proud of and makes himself scarce, just running away from his problems again.

Whenever Steve calls him to make plans, Eddie makes himself unavailable. He’s helping Wayne with something, or he’s hanging out with Gareth or Jeff, and he stops going by Family Video entirely. The only time he sees Steve is when they cross paths at the D&D sessions the kids roped him into running, and even then, Eddie manages to keep the interaction as brief as possible.

It works for a solid two weeks, until one Thursday afternoon, he finds Robin on the other side of his front door.

“I’m having a crisis. Can I come in?”

Eddie blinks and barely gets out a “Yeah, sure,” before she’s pushing past him and moving to sit on the nearby couch. He follows and takes the opposite end, one leg folded underneath him as he sits sideways, and she turns to face him.

“So, what’s your crisis, Birdie?”

“My crisis is that you’re avoiding Steve, and it’s making him upset.”

Oh. He hadn’t- no, okay, he had kind of been expecting this to be about Steve, but he hadn’t expected her to come right out and say it.

“I’m not avoiding him.”

“Oh, so he’s just going around being mopey and saying that you won’t hang out with him for absolutely no reason at all?”

Eddie gives a half-hearted shrug and leans into the back of the couch. “I don't always have to hang out with you guys, you know. I have other friends, other things to worry about. Besides, I thought he would be too busy with Daisy to even realize I was- not around as much.”

Robin’s eyes narrow, and for a brief moment Eddie knows just what it feels like to be a bug pinned to a display, laid out for someone to see to the very core of him. “Well, that’s also why I’m here. He’s tried asking her out but she keeps dodging the question, and things keep popping up that keep her from saying yes. I wanted to ask if you had any advice?”

Eddie punches down the glee that begins to bubble up and tries to be cool as he responds “You’re going to ask the guy who’s never been on a date for dating advice? For Steve Harrington?”

“You’ve been on dates! You’ve mentioned people you’ve been out with!”

“Yeah, to fuck, Robin. There was no actual dating involved.”

Robin flaps her hands a little in dismissal. “Okay, well just- Humor me for a second here. How do you think he should ask her out? Because obviously whatever he’s trying isn’t working.”

Eddie doesn’t want to do this. He doesn’t want to give Steve’s best friend advice on how he should ask out some girl, when all he wants is to have the younger boy all to himself. He wants to be selfish, to deny her request and send her on her way.

Unfortunately, Steve's happiness seems to be his priority, even if it means he finds that happiness with someone else.

“Well, has he asked her out or has he asked her to hang out?”

“What’s the difference?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, motherfucking hell. “Okay, so like, I personally wouldn’t know if someone was asking me out unless they said it outright. ‘Hey, I like you and want to take you on a date, will you go out with me?’ If he’s just asking her to hang out then she may not realize he means it as a date, so he needs to be blunt.”

Robin blinks before she hums in understanding. “That makes a lot of sense, actually. If you- If she's never been on a date, then she wouldn't be familiar with the signs of romantic interest as opposed to purely sexual interest. So he should say it outright."

"Exactly."

"That actually does help, surprisingly. Thanks, Eddie."

"Glad my lack of experience could be of service to you, Birdie. Anything else I can help you with on this fine Thursday evening?"

She bites her lip, suddenly nervous, and Eddie almost regrets asking. “Just- do me a favor; when Steve asks you to hang out again, say yes, okay?”

Eddie can’t hold in his grimace as he says “And be forced to listen to him go on about his new girl? Yeah, no thanks.”

Robin goes completely silent and when he looks up at her, she's giving him that pointed stare again.

"Eddie-" Oh no. "-are you jealous?"

He scoffs and cuts his eyes away from Robin, unable to look at her as he says "There's nothing to be jealous of, Robin."

“Oh, yeah, so you’re totally cool about Steve going out with Daaaisyyyy?”

His face must do something involuntarily, because Robin lets out a squeal and reaches across the short distance to slap him on the leg, a reaction that isn't uncommon for her but something that still takes Eddie by surprise every time.

“Fucking ow!”

“Holy shit, you like Steve! I knew it! I mean, I had my suspicions, but you totally fucking do, don’t you?”

Eddie shakes his head, pushes his hands into his hair and tugs slightly to release some of his quickly building anxiety.

“Nope, no, we’re not going to talk about this.”

“But Eddie-”

“Robin! Steve is literally in the process of trying to ask out some girl! My feelings don’t even factor into this situation, so fucking drop it!” He knows he being mean, but he can’t stop himself from snapping as he stares Robin down, as he watches the expression on her face shift-

It’s like she’s just realized something terrible, something absolutely horrific, and she immediately backs off with a soft “Sorry…”

Eddie sighs and slumps into the couch, drags his hands down and presses his palms into his eyes until he sees spots. The silence between them is heavy for a moment before he feels Robin moving closer, and he finds himself suddenly wrapped in a hug. He leans into her, lets her hold him for a moment as she asks “What are you doing Saturday?”

“Nothing, as far as I’m aware.”

“Steve is on a closing shift, and I’m off. Maybe I could come over and we could watch something? Something weird that only we would like. As an apology for being pushy.”

The metalhead hums in consideration. “You have to bring the movie and the snacks.”

Robin just laughs and nods. “Yeah, deal.”

Eddie feels a little better over the next two days. Having someone else know, even if he didn’t really confirm it, leaves him feeling a bit lighter. He’s not worried about Robin telling Steve, he trusts her not to expose his feelings like that, and he finds himself really looking forward to spending some one-on-one time with the girl.

The knock sounds on the door half an hour earlier than Eddie expected, and he yells out a “Just a second!” as he quickly pulls his hair up into a loose ponytail. He’s freshly showered after doing a little work on his old van, and he’s dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a sweatshirt that he had swiped from Steve’s place - Robin’s sweatshirt, actually, if the ‘HHS Marching Band’ scrawled across the front is any indication.

“You’re early, Birdie! I thought we said-”

His sentence dies off as he opens the door to find Steve fucking Harrington on the other side.

This is- It’s very much unexpected, and not the social encounter Eddie had been preparing himself for tonight, especially when Steve looks like actual perfection in a polo that hugs his arms and chest just right and brings out the greens in his hazel eyes.

“Steve? What are you doing here?”

Steve takes a breath, and Eddie gets the sense that he’s nervous, but why-

“I know that you’re expecting Robin, and I’m sorry for just springing this on you, but- Will you go out with me? On a date- a romantic date. Robin said you had planned for a movie night so I brought-”

He lifts a hand and Eddie’s eyes cut down to see a bag clenched in one, and in the other a bouquet of red daisies that make Eddie’s heart stop.

“I brought The Evil Dead and The Thing, and I uh, I made that pasta you like, literally pulled it off the stove before I came over.”

He’s looking at Eddie expectantly, but there’s so much to process and nothing makes sense, and Eddie can’t- He doesn’t -

“I don’t- I don’t understand what’s happening right now. You- You’re-”

Steve’s expression goes soft and he nods towards the trailer. “Can I come in?”

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just steps back so Steve can come inside, and watches as he sets the bag on the counter but keeps his hold on the flowers. Eddie closes the door behind them and asks “I thought you were working tonight?”

“Yeah, uhm. Robin took my shift so I could come over. She told me- And I had to-”

Steve pushes his free hand through his hair and Eddie waits, watches as he builds up the courage to-

“I like you, Eddie, I have for months. I think about you all the time, and I hate that you don’t live with me anymore, and I can’t- I thought I was being obvious about it, but I was wrong, so now I’m being blunt because apparently that’s what it’s going to take.”

Steve offers the bouquet to him, pushes it into the space between them, and Eddie’s eyes snap to the flowers as he gives a weak “But what- what about Daisy? You been talking to Robin about her for weeks, so-”

“Eddie, you’re Daisy."

He- What?

"What do you mean?"

"I couldn’t just talk about my feelings for you in the open. I never knew who would be around, if it would be safe, so I uh, I came up with a code name for you. It was actually Robin’s idea, but that’s probably not surprising. But, yeah. You're Daisy, I like you and I want- I want to be your boyfriend, Eddie. If that's what you want too?"

Eddie’s heart is racing. He almost can’t believe what Steve is saying, he actually-?

“I’ve never liked someone before.”

Steve blinks at Eddie’s admission, and the older continues before he loses the last of his nerve.

“You’re literally the first person I’ve ever liked, and I thought- For a long time I thought I was broken, that there might be something wrong with me, because having sex was never an issue but crushes and romance felt like an alien fucking concept. And then I spent four months getting to know you, the four best months of my entire life, and I realized that holy shit, I think I love Steve, and it’s-”

Eddie takes a breath, trying to steady himself as he takes in Steve’s wide-eyed expression.

“No one told me how fucking terrifying it is, how big it feels, how mean it can make you. Every time I even heard the name Daisy I wanted to dig my nails into something and tear, because I didn’t want you to think about her, I wanted-”

He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until Steve steps into his space and reaches out, one big hand moving to grab his wrist, something that instantly helps ground him, and the other gently cupping his jaw.

“There is no girl, Eddie. Baby, sunshine. There’s just you, only you.”

And Eddie feels like he’s going to collapse. He jerks forward, arms wrapping around Steve and face pushing into the crook of his neck, and he’s grateful when Steve lets it happen, when he pulls Eddie close and just holds him, letting everything sink in.

His eventual “Yes,” is muffled by the fabric of Steve’s shirt, and the younger hums in question. Eddie pulls back so he can look at Steve properly as he clarifies. “You asked me out on a date, and you said you want to be my boyfriend, if that’s what I want. And yes, fuck yes, that’s what I want, Stevie.”

Steve beams at him, another one of those sunshine smiles that warms Eddie from the inside out. He watches as Steve pulls away and stoops to grab the flowers - he must have dropped them in his haste to comfort Eddie - and offers them a second time. Eddie takes them with a soft smile, can’t help but jibe “You know I don’t have a vase for these, right?” and Steve shrugs.

“We can trim them down, put them in one of the mugs. Vases are overrated anyway.”

Eddie laughs in agreement and sets out to do just that. He feels light as air as he and Steve move around the little kitchen, Eddie tending to the bouquet as Steve dishes out the pasta he brought into a couple of bowls.

It’s so nice. It’s just like when they were living together, the easy harmony that they had coming back to them so naturally, but now with a different undertone. Now, Steve touches his waist as he passes by, he lets Eddie lean into him, lets their fingers brush meaningfully as he hands over Eddie’s food.

They eat right there at the counter, shoulders brushing as Steve talks about what happened yesterday at work, as Eddie recounts last night's D&D session with the kids. Eddie can’t stop smiling, he feels like fucking giggling, and Steve isn’t much better off, his eyes full of stars as he listens to Eddie talk.

Their first kiss tastes like red sauce and pasta, and Eddie is so unprepared for how it is to kiss someone when there are actual feelings involved. It only reinforces the buzz in the back of his mind, that distinct impression of home that he gets whenever he's around Steve.

They eventually end up on the couch, Eddie mostly in Steve's lap and arms wrapped around each other, and Eddie’s never felt so utterly content.

They’re most of the way through The Thing when he tips his head up so he can look at Steve with a soft “So, I gotta ask… Of all the ‘secret code names’ you could have chosen for me, why Daisy?”

And Steve flushes. He looks away, and Eddie can feel him lacing their fingers together as he speaks.

“Don’t laugh, but uh, when I was little, my babysitter used to take me to the nearby park all the time. I was a pretty rambunctious kid, so it was a normal thing for us. One day we were walking to the park, and I saw that there was a daisy growing out of a crack in the sidewalk. I’d never seen something like that before, and I thought it was so cool, so I showed it to my babysitter.

"She said ‘You know, sometimes people are like this daisy. Life puts them in a hard spot, and they think they won't ever be able to grow. But some daisies are stubborn, and make the choice to grow anyway.' And that’s what you are, Eddie. A stubborn little daisy, still growing despite the hard circumstances around you. That's why I picked it.”

He finally looks up to meet Eddie’s gaze and frowns, says a soft “Oh, baby,” as he reaches out and wipes at the tears building in Eddie’s eyes. Eddie grabs the hand and holds it to his cheek as he blinks back the waterworks, and he just feels so much-

“I fucking love you, Steve Harrington. I know it’s probably way too early to say that, but god, I need you to know that someone loves you.”

And Steve melts. That’s the only way Eddie can put it, his boyfriend - and god, what a crazy thing to even think - goes completely gooey as he leans in and presses his forehead to Eddie’s.

“After all the shit we’ve been through, I think we’re allowed to do things a little early, yeah? And, just so there’s no more confusion, I love you too.”

A year later finds Eddie slowly pulled to consciousness, gently guided by the morning sunshine streaming in from a nearby window. It takes a moment for his sleepy brain to wake up, to register the feeling of Steve pressing feather-light kisses to the cluster of daisies that decorate the back of Eddie’s shoulder. He hums softly in approval and can almost feel Steve smile as he mutters “Morning, Daisy Bell,” against sleep-warmed skin.

Eddie huffs a laugh and turns just enough to capture Steve’s mouth with his own, morning breath be damned.

“Mornin’, buttercup.”

#this took too long for how short it is tbh #i did do some research on demiromanticism #but this is based more around story flow than accuracy #so it may not be a super realistic depiction #lexsspringfanworkschallenge #steddie #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #joey writes #free cookie for anyone who can pinpoint the line that had me giggling like a fucking maniac lol

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ashwhowrites · 2 years ago

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Eddie's bratty attitude is back

⚠️smutttttttttt, spanking, whipping, spitting, choking, ass play, semi public sex, oral, pegging, and degradation, just a lot went through my head seeing this picture. Pretty sure there's barely a plot

Eddie is not part of the group at this point :)

I hope you guys like this! I want to hear thoughts ASAP🫣 I hope it's what you guys were waiting for🥹🧎‍♀️

Did Eddie ever learn his lesson? No

Did she constantly punish him over and over? Yes

Did he love it? Fuck yes

Eddie sulked all night as his girlfriend made him come to this party. He was a good boy all day, just like she asked. He sat quietly at her game, ignoring the bulge in his jeans as she flipped around in her tiny skirt. He never rushed to go home when she talked to Chrissy. He thinks he deserves an award for listening and being good. But it seemed like she didn't care. Arriving at the party she went to find a friend, telling Eddie she would be right back. Sit there and look pretty.

So he did. But then he got offered a drink, and then another. Which turned into too many drinks. Now he's not sober, but not drunk yet and swaying to find his girlfriend.

She was talking to Steve when he came up behind her. No shame as he pressed his cock into her ass. "Steve is it? Time to go" he glared over her shoulder. Waving his hand in Steve's face. She turned around with a glare of her own.

"Edward Munson, you do not act that way" she scolded. Unhooking his arms as he tried to cage her in.

"I want to play a game" he whined, tugging her hand into the living room. A group of teenagers sitting in a circle with a bottle in the middle.

"Eddie I'm not thirteen. I'm not playing spin the bottle" she scoffed at him. Plus she knew her baby would not be able to handle her kissing someone else. He couldn't even handle her talking to someone.

"but I wanna play" he whined.

Here's the thing, she trusted Eddie. She knew he would never cheat or make her doubt their relationship. She could easily watch him kiss a girl quick on the lips and move on. It was a game and she knew it would mean nothing. She was confident and she had Eddie wrapped around her finger.

"you really want to play baby?" She asked. He nodded with a smile.

"okay fine. But you get one spin, and it better be a fast peck. No tongue, no touching, and they don't touch you. Got it?" She pointed her finger at him. And she was dead serious. She got closer to his face. Nose to nose.

"and if you break any of that, I will absolutely destroy your pathetic ass, got it?"

She smirked as his eyes filled with lust as he looked down at her lips.

"yes mommy" he whispered, "I'll be a good boy. Thank you" he giggled. Kissing her lips and placing himself in the circle. She laughed at his childish actions and stood in the corner. She wouldn't leave him unsupervised. And she had a good feeling he was in fact not going to be her good boy.

She watched as each person went. Nothing landed on Eddie quite yet.

Eddie felt her staring at him the whole time. His body was in flames as he squirmed. It wasn't too easy to get her jealous. She was confident in herself. And they both knew Eddie would never pick anyone over her. They both knew they were it for each other. And Eddie knew she was the love of his life. But being so stable in the relationship called for some fun on Eddie's end. He liked to keep pushing her, just to see how far she will continue to go.

So when the bottle finally landed on him, he looked up to see who was on the other end. He gulped, this was not going to be good

Y/N felt her blood boil as Megan spun the bottle, landing on her boyfriend. If she knew that slut came to play she wouldn't have let Eddie sit down.

Megan was the only girl on that cheerleading that she hated. She had no respect for anyone's relationships. She's talked about how badly she wanted to fuck Eddie before Y/N got to him, and after. She knew that Megan still wanted Eddie. She wasn't dumb. She eye fucked him all the time, no care that Y/N could clearly see her.

Eddie quickly found her eyes. Y/N shook her head no. Already leaning off of the wall to walk towards him. There was no fucking way she was letting him kiss her.

But once again, Eddie wasn't in the mood to listen.

Eddie watched as Megan smirked and crawled her way over to him.

Eddie had two options: be a good boy and get the fuck out of the circle. Or kiss the girl his girlfriend hated and see how much more fun his night could get.

He picked the wrong one.

Y/N froze as Megan crawled in his lap, smashing her lips onto Eddie with no hesitation. The crowd woofed and whistled as she dug her hands in his hair. It was easy to tell she shoved her tongue in his mouth. She knew exactly what Eddie looked like when he tongued someone, and right now his bad self was.

Insecure? Definitely not what she was feeling

Worried? Of course not. Eddie wouldn't ever leave her

Cheated? No, this was a game

And Y/N did not let Eddie win games.

Everyone's eyes followed her as she marched to the circle. Stomping her heel on the bottle. The shattered glass caused the two to pull away from each other.

Eddie felt his bulge grow bigger, and not because of the girl on his lap. But because his girlfriend looked like she was going to devour him.

"off now" she growled. She would give Megan three seconds before she lost her cool.

Megan didn't look like she was going to move, so Eddie did it for her. Shoving her harshly to the side. Not caring that she landed with a thump. His puppy eyes looking up at his girlfriend.

Y/N didn't say a word. Grabbing him by his ear and dragging him to the nearest bathroom. He wanted to get punished? Good because now this whole damn party was going to hear just how rough he liked it.

Eddie moaned as she shoved him against the sink. The door locked and slammed in a hurry.

"did you enjoy playing your game?" She mocked. Her hard eyes could easily bury him six feet under. He nodded his head hesitantly. He didn't enjoy the kiss, he enjoyed his own game he had going.

"that's good baby. Because now mommy is going to enjoy hers" she growled. Stepping back as she unzipped her dress.

Eddie drooled as she stepped out of it. No bra, and a very small pair of panties. He could see the wet patch, he smiled. He knew his little minx would love this.

His smile grew when she spoke her next words.

"belt off now"

"yes mommy" he said. Going to unbuckle it but before he could fully take it off, she added

"and hand it over" her palm laying face up. Waiting for the leather to be placed.

Now that made him freeze, smile dropping

"what?" He gulped

"I said. Hand. Over. The. Goddamn. Belt. "

He quickly pulled the belt through the loops, trying to go so fast, he fumbled with it a few times. Once he got the final loop through, he began babbling.

"okay I'm sorry. Very sorry. I'm so sorry"

But her face never changed, still staring at him with pure coldness, but he kinda liked it.

Her hand was still waiting for the leather

"I don't give a shit if you're sorry. Give me your belt"

His hand shook as he handed it over. Placing his handcuffed belt in her hands. Watching as she smirked.

"strip" she snapped. Running the leather against her fingers. He could just tell she has a million bad thoughts running through her head.

He quickly ripped off his shirt, throwing his pants down to his ankles and kicking it to the side.

"boxers too baby"

He gulped as she smacked the belt against her own hand. Running out of patience.

The second his boxers hit the floor he didn't have time to react. She turned his body over and shoved him harder against the counter.

His hot cock was pushed into the cold marble counter and it made him shiver. He felt her push his body flat down. His head inches away from the mirror. A loud whine left his throat when he looked in it. The way he was bent over, completely at her mercy. The same twisted smile on her face as her fingers trailed around his ass.

"mommy please" he whined, trying to push his hips against the counter so his cock could slide against the marble

"seriously shut the fuck up" she snapped. Yanking his hair so hard his head flew back. She laid her bare chest against his back. He could feel her wetness being pushed against his ass.

"you are going to look into this mirror and watch as mommy whips the pathetic attitude out of you, got it?" She growled in his ear. His body felt hot all over. The coldness of the counter wasn't doing anything to calm him down. He tried to nod with the grip she had on his hair. Her one hand was still trailing around the skin of his ass. Smacking lightly with her hand.

"yes mommy fuck" he moaned. His reflection looked like he was already fucked out. Like she's been destroying his insides for hours. So deep in him that he could see It in his stomach. But she hasn't even started part one of his punishment. He knew he was fucked badly now.

She let go of his hair with a shove. His head falling forward against the mirror. He placed his hands against the mirror, spreading his legs a tad bit further. Mentally preparing himself for the first whip of leath-

"OH FUCK" he screamed. The first whip of his belt stung against his ass. She didn't start easy either.

He watched as she smirked, landing another crack to his pale skin. Seconds between the first one. Not waiting a single second between the hits.

And she didn't stop. She kept whipping his skin over and over. His moans and screams echoed through the bathroom. He could see his own tears falling down his face. Watching as his hands tried to grip anything. His harsh breaths were fogging up the mirror as his face was smashed against it.

"turning so fucking red for me" she moaned, running her hands over the red marks that stained his pale skin. She could feel herself dripping at this point but she wasn't even close to being done. She wanted this mother fucker to cry and beg for her to stop.

She pushed on his back further, his ass arching out.

The bathroom was filled with his moans, screams, and the sound of leather cracking against his skin over and over. His body thrusted against the counter with every strike. His cock was sliding back and forth, adding to the pleasure.

He breathed a sigh of relief when she placed the belt next to him on the counter.

But the look in her eyes had him feeling he wasn't even close to being done.

She kneeled down on her knees, kissing the burning red skin. The marks of lashes contrasted on his white skin. She could see small bits of blood breaking the skin. She could feel his legs shaking as she kissed closer and closer to his hole. She pulled his cheeks apart and moaned at the sight of his pretty pink asshole gripping at nothing. She spit on it and smeared it all around.

"oh God yes" he moaned from above her. She looked up to see his head turned down to look at her. His eyes were filled with tears, his cheeks were red, and his lips looked like he'd been eating away at them for hours. She looked straight at him as she latched her lips on his hole, licking all around his opening. His eyes were rolling back.

But then she stepped away. Standing up and this time, smacking her hand down straight on his abused skin. His body jolted forward. The precum from his throbbing tip was creating a puddle below him.

"you like this you slut?" She teased. Her hands rubbed the abused skin once again. Without waiting for a response, she smacked down on his ass again.

"YES" he screamed, moaning endlessly as his skin burned

"you squeal so loud my little slut. Half of this party can probably hear you" she mocked.

She grabbed his hips and turned him around. She licked away his tears and his cock twitched at the feeling

"look at how fucking hard you are baby. You like getting your ass whipped with your own belt? A whole party just outside the door?" she teased. Gripping his cock and smacking it against her hand. Hearing it echo throughout the bathroom.

Her eyes caught the leather again. Another idea came to mind.

She removed her hands from his cock and he whined at the loss of contact

"shut up slut" she growled, smacking his face gently. He moaned at the feeling.

He watched as she grabbed the belt. Licking the leather with her tongue. Eddie felt himself losing air. She smirked and shoved three fingers in his mouth. She had a feeling he was going to get even louder

He braced himself for whatever she had planned. But the feeling of the leather whipping against his cock was not what he planned

"OH GOD MOMMY" he cried around her fingers. Sobs left his body as his cock burned from the crack.

She laughed at his cries and whipped his cock again and again. Some of the hit landed on his inner thigh. Smacking his balls just a tad bit softer. Watching as his body threw itself into her.

"look at you crying. You are so fucking pathetic" she mocked, pulling away

Eddie sobbed and nodded his head

"I'm a pathetic slut" he whined. Hating the way his cock ached even more for her. She nodded, agreeing as she kissed his cock and thighs.

She stepped back and pulled on her dress

"wait mommy, no,I want more" he whined. Grabbing her hand, and placing it on his stomach.

"you are crying like a little bitch. I don't think you can handle more"

She began to dress him and he whined in protest

"no mommy. I want more" he whined. Trying to kick his legs out of his underwear.

She growled at his behavior. Gripping his cock in a harsh tight grip that had his mouth falling open in seconds. A choked moan in his throat. His teeth clenched together as he puffed out air through his nose.

"you are such a slut. You think you even deserve to be fucked tonight?"

He nodded his head, ashamed.

"no I don't. But I deserve you to punish me. Remind me who I belong to. Please mommy" he cried. Begging helplessly as her grip got tighter on his cock but never moving it. Just clenching the skin.

"get dressed and I'll meet you in the car" she spit on the top of his cock and went out the door, slamming it behind her.

Getting dressed was harder than he thought it would be. Sliding his boxers up. The material scraping against the marks on his ass had him hissing. Touching his sensitive and abused cock into his underwear had him gripping the sink. He could see the skin had small marks on it and his thigh was starting to bruise. He whined as he quickly palmed himself. Jerking himself off through his underwear at a slow place. He removed his hand, knowing if he even had a small trace of full cum in his boxers he'd get blue balls for a week, and slipped on his jeans, with his belt and threw on his shirt.

Shoulders slumped as he opened the door. Walking, well more like stomping, his way to the front door.

No doubt that his eyes were red and puffy. His face was stained with tears.

He slouched in the seat once he made it in the car. Ignoring her purposely when he buckled.

She laughed at this attitude but played along.

Acting like she had no idea he was ignoring her. She loved when Eddie pouted and crossed his arms. And he was doing just that. Twitching in his seat.

"does your little ass hurt now?" She teased. Her fingers touching the belt he put back on his slutty small hips.

He continued to ignore her. His ass in fact was on fire and sitting only made it worse. The fact that his cock was still throbbing didn't help either.

Once they arrived at his trailer, he slammed the car door and pounded up the steps. Taking off his shoes and throwing them nearby, harshly.

Y/N watched as he threw his little tantrum. She wanted to keep teasing him a tad bit longer.

She started walking to his bedroom. She could hear his feet quickly following behind her. She ignored him as she sat on the bed, removing her heels and moaning at the relief. She could see Eddie twitching in the doorway.

"ready to go to sleep baby?" She smirked.

She stood up and removed her dress, preparing to grab a shirt of Eddie's when he dropped on his knees in front of her. Not saying a word. She looked down at his puppy eyes.

He continued his game of ignoring her. Just slowly kissing her stomach, sucking lightly near her hips. She moaned lightly and she could feel his smirk against her skin.

His fingertips grabbed her lace panties and pulled back. Watching as it snapped against her skin. He returned to kiss her, trailing down her thighs, his nose bumped against her clit through the lace. He whined at her smell. His hands grabbing her ass from behind and shoving her further into him. He licked her cunt through the lace. Bucking his hips into the air as he got a slight taste of her.

"let me prove I can be a good boy. I want to make mommy cum" he whined. His eyes looked up at her as his tongue pushed against her clit.

"you want to eat mommy's pussy?" She asked, trailing her fingers around his soft cheeks.

He nodded fast, his nose brushing against her clit. Still refusing to move his head.

"okay baby". She yanked his head away from her. Smirking down as his puppy eyes followed her every move

"lay down" he nodded fast. Throwing his fully clothed body on his bed.

She kissed his lips, he hummed at her taste. Throwing his arms around her and placing a hand on her head. Pushing her against his lips harder. She pulled away faster than he would have liked.

She slide her body over his. Placing her thighs on the sides of his head. She pulled her panties to the side, Eddie moaning instantly seeing her cunt. She slowly placed herself on his tongue. Whining as he devoured her right away. Not wasting a second to tease her or anything.

Eddie loved to give sloppy and wet head. He loved making a mess. His face was thrashing under her, not giving her a second to breathe. She dove her hands into his hair. Rocking her hips against his tongue. Riding his face just as desperately as his tongue was fucking her.

"oh baby. You are doing so good" she moaned. Eddie always worked better with praise. He was a strange one. He loved being called pathetic, a slut and worthless. But when it came to pleasing her, he wanted the praise. He needed to know he was making his mommy feel good.

She gasped out and removed her hips. Hovering over his face. Smirking as he gasped for fresh air. Licking his lips, his mouth was covered in her sweetness. His hands went to grab her hips to bring her down again, but she moved away.

He huffed out again. His hands smacking his bed in frustration.

"quit with the attitude" she snapped. Squeezing her fingers around his mouth. His lips puffing out.

"I'm sorry" he whined. Her grip on his jaw was tight and he couldn't move.

"I was moving so I could suck your pathetic cock. Now I'm not sure if I want to anymore" she smirked as his eyes welled up with tears. Eddie was always a pretty crier.

"NO PLEASE DO IT. I'M SORRY. I'LL BE GOOD" he screamed. Sitting up fully. She shook her head and pushed him back down. Rolling her eyes as she placed her cunt above his face again, this time her face was next to his crotch.

"don't you even think about cumming before me" she warned. She felt his head nod as he dove his tongue back inside of her.

She moaned as she unzipped his jeans. Slowly taking off the belt....keeping it close by. She took his cock out of his boxers. Throbbing, red, soaked in his own precum and small red marks from his belt. She licked his tip slowly. Tracing her tongue all around his head. Swallowing the small bits of precum. She sucked on his tip slowly and gently. She knew she needed to start slow otherwise he'd bust in seconds. She felt his tongue go still inside of her. Moaning against her as his hips jerked forward.

"did I say stop, you whore?" She snapped. Her hand gripping his cock harshly.

"fu..ck..no" he whined. Diving back inside of her. Trying his best to keep his tongue moving as she sucked him off. He silently thanked her for having some mercy and taking him slow.

He worked her faster. Desperate to get her off. His tongue was moving all around inside her. He thrashed his head side to side. His nose brushing against her clit repeatedly. She was speeding up on his cock and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He whined at how pathetic he felt. She just started sucking him further and he was ready to bust like a virgin.

She released his cock with a pop. A loud moan leaving her throat. Her nails scratched down his balls, massaging them with her hands

"so good baby. Mommy's going to cum really soon" she moved her hips against him faster. Keeping attention on his balls as she felt her body clenching everywhere

"RIGHT THERE EDDIE" she screamed. His tongue and her hips are moving together perfectly. She gasped out as she felt her stomach snap. Her hands left his balls, desperate to clench her own tits. Squeezing them hard as she felt herself cumming. Her hips shuttered against his face. Silent screams leaving her lips as she gripped her tits harder. Small nail marks mark her skin. She could see Eddie's cock moving on its own. Somehow growing harder as he heard her orgasm. She rode it out slowly. Removing herself once she felt her clit become too sensitive.

She turned around to kiss his lips. Tasting herself on him. She pulled away slowly. Watching as he licked his lips. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and yanked it up his body, using it to clean his mouth off.

"at least your mouth is good for something other than being a bitch" she growled. Slapping his cheek harder. His head turned with the slap, moaning at the roughness.

"strip while I get my cock for you" she smiled as she turned. Hearing Eddie's bed creak as he flung his clothes in every direction. She grabbed the toy from his closet. Walking back to see him on his knees on his bed.

"look at how big my cock is Eddie. Look at how pathetic yours looks next to it" she mocked. Trailing the toy up against his cock. Watching as he whimpered. His fingers tracing the veins on the toy.

"very big" he moaned. He could feel his asshole clenching, just wishing to be fucked.

"lay down at the edge baby. I'm going to fuck your throat. You are going to suck my cock like a good boy. And stop disappointing me" she slapped his ass when he quickly crawled to the edge. Laughing at the small hiss that left his throat. He laid down, his head hanging off of the bed.

She trailed the toy over his lips. She spit on the toy, lubing the cock before shoving it down Eddie's throat.

She moaned as he choked and gagged. She took no mercy. Fucking his throat as fast as she could. She could see the toy going down his throat. She shoved the toy deep, and stopped. Letting the toy sit in his throat.

"hold it" she growled. Hearing him gag harder and breathe through his nose.

"you feel that?" She asked, grabbing his hand and placing it on the bulge in his neck.

Eddie whined as a response.

She slowly pulled out of his throat. Watching as he gasped for air.

"am I still doing good?" He whispered. His throat burned as he talked.

"so good for mommy baby. She's so proud" she said, kissing his Addams apple as she bent down.

She strapped the toy on her harness. Sitting on his bed against the headboard.

"come here pretty boy" she said. He quickly sat up and crawled over to her.

"can I ride your cock?" He whimpered, his hand jerking off the toy

She nodded. She pulled him by his hips

"I love your slutty hips" she moaned, giving his hips a squeeze

"I love you" he moaned. Now sitting on her thighs

"I love you too" she said. Kissing his lips softly. She pulled his ass cheeks apart, helping him as he pushed himself on the toy

"MOMMY" he whined. The toy rested fully inside of him. His hands gripped on her shoulders.

"take your time" she said softly. Kissing his throat as he took deep breaths.

He slowly moved his hips. Lifting himself up and slamming back down.

The more she encouraged him, the faster he rode her. Bouncing on her cock as he desperately whined loudly.

"you look so gorgeous bouncing on my cock" she complimented. Watching as his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. His bangs were sweaty against his forehead. His hands moved down to her tits. Squeezing them in his hands as he desperately rocked against her. His body burned all over. He could feel her grip on his thighs beginning to hurt, definitely leaving bruises behind later. She sucked hickies on his neck, her hand sneaking behind him to pull his cheeks even further apart. The toy hit him deeper.

"yes mommy....so..good...Jesus" he whined breathlessly.

"up baby" she said. She could see his face was turning into his orgasm face. His body was shaking and he was close. But she didn't want him to cum like this.

He ignored her, bouncing faster

"Eddie up!" She demanded but he kept riding her. Trying to sneak an orgasm

He was unsuccessful, she gripped his neck hard. Choking him as he slowed down his hips.

"I said, to get fucking up" she snapped. Her patience was gone. Eddie felt his throat burning underneath her grip. His vision started to go blurry by the time he admitted defeat.

"okay" he choked out. Satisfied, she released the grip. He coughed as he moved off of the toy. Crying silently as he felt empty again.

"grab me the belt baby" she whispered into his ear, sucking on his earlobe. Yanking the skin with her teeth.

"again?" He whimpered. Pulling his head away to look at her eyes.

She felt herself grow more aroused as he silently cried. Tears going down his face as his hands shook grabbing the belt.

"why baby? Do you not like the belt?" She asked, her nails scraping down his chest and soft stomach. He shivered.

"I just thought I was a good boy" he sniffled. Looking at her through his lashes. Holding the belt tightly in his hands

"oh you were. You were doing so well but you ignored me. You kept fucking your pathetic self on my cock when I said to stop"

"I'm sorry mommy" he begged again.

"I don't care. Turn around" she snapped, yanking the belt out of his hands.

Eddie nodded slowly and turned himself around. He tucked a pillow under his arms, arching his back so his ass pressed against her cock.

"the belt isn't for what you think it is" she teased. Eddie turned to look at her confused but stopped when he felt the belt being wrapped around his neck.

She yanked the belt, his neck thrown back as the belt tugged him into her. His back was pressed against her bare chest

She lubed up the toy, shoving the cock back into his ass

"YES FUCK" he whimpered. Full of her again. She was ruthless. She was pounding into him fast and hard. His throat burned as the leather dug into his skin. She yanked on the belt harder. Loving the whine that left his throat. He was pressed against her fully. Their bodies melted into one.

"that's it. Let me hear you" she teased. Her hand finally went down to his neglected cock. Jerking him fast as he whined pathetically.

He was screaming louder and louder. She had a feeling he was getting close.

"MOMMY I NEED TO CUM" he screamed.

"okay baby" she said softly. Releasing her grip on the belt and his cock

"jerk your pathetic cock off" she snapped. He nodded fast, his hand touching his cock. Jerking himself as fast as he could. Whining as he felt his balls get heavier with cum.

The belt went loose around his neck. He took the advantage and finally breathed normally.

Within seconds she placed the leather strap in his mouth, forcing him to bite down on it as she fucked him harder

He moaned around the belt. Drool dripping down his chin and chest.

The belt muffled his screams, but he was still loud. He felt his body go slack, dropping against the bed as she drilled into him faster. He gave up on holding himself. Jerking his cock right against the sheets. Letting her have her way with him.

He reached his free hand behind him, searching for her hand.

She smiled as she saw his hand reaching for her. Only her sweet Eddie would want to hold hands while he choked on a leather belt and was getting fucked in his ass.

She laced their fingers and kissed his hand. Holding their connected grip against his back.

Within seconds his body shook, thrashing against the bed as he filled the sheets under him with his cum. Jerking himself faster as his cum shot everywhere. Twitching at the sensitivity as her thrusts went slower. Once she felt his body go still, head faced down in his bed. She pulled the toy out, unhooking the belt from his mouth.

She kissed down his spine, kissing softer around his ass, kissing the marks she left behind.

She took off her harness and threw it on the floor. Turning her boyfriend around softly.

"hi baby" she said softly, kissing up his dirty cum filled stomach, to his chest and up to his lips. He had no energy to kiss her back. Just taking the small pecks she offered

"you made me so proud. Can you give me another one? Just a little small one for mommy?" She asked. Her fingers softly touch his sensitive cock. He shivered

"mommy no" he whined. His own body betrayed his words as he felt his cock growing hard again.

"you sure? Mommy just wants one more orgasm to fill up her cunt. Can you do that?" She asked. Kissing his face as he sniffled

"I can't. No" he cried as she kept her hand moving against him

"please baby? It would make mommy so proud" she said

Eddie sighed in defeat. He could never tell her no

"just one?" He asked, hiccuping with his tears

"just a small one" she nodded. Moving her panties to the side as she slid on his lap

Hovering over his cunt as she teased the tip, rubbing it against her clit.

"okay mommy. I can"

The air left his lungs when she slammed down on him. Her warm tight cunt completely clenched around him.

"OH GOD. FUCK" he cried. More tears leaving his eyes

"doing so good" she moaned. Feeling so full of him as she bounced on him. This time chasing her own release

His overstimulated body was shaking. He was gripping the sheets as he thrashed under her.

"it hurts" he cried.

"shh it's okay. I'm almost done" she said softly. Kissing away his tears as she rode him faster. Her orgasm was close. She was twisting Eddie's nipples harshly as her high got closer

"mommy... please...I can't" he sobbed. He was used to multiple orgasms. But he's never had one orgasm ruin his body completely.

She nodded. "rub my clit baby and I'll cum" she said softly. Caressing his face as he nodded.

Sniffling loudly as he rubbed her clit fast. Desperate to get her to cum as his own orgasm was moments behind.

She screamed as she clenched around him. Milking his cock as he shot his cum inside of her. Coating his cock completely in her own cum.

He cried out. Cumming hard as he sobbed.

She slowly took herself off of him. Watching his soft cock fall against his body.

"shh baby. You did so good" she said softly. Running her fingers through his hair as she wiped his tears

"so so so proud my boy. You did amazing" she kept complimenting him. Making sure he felt loved as his body sunk further in his sheets.

She began to get up, reaching for his nightstand but he grabbed her hand

"can you just hold me first?" He asked quietly. Sniffling back more tears

"let me clean you off and put some lotion on your body, first okay? I want to make sure I take care of the marks from the belt, okay?"

He nodded with teary eyes. Whimpering as her touch disappeared.

She softly cleaned off his stomach. Using a cold towel to wipe away his sweat. She kissed his skin repeatedly.

Turning him to his stomach softly. Apologizing as his soft cock rubbed against his sheets.

"I'm sorry baby. Just a second longer" she kissed his spine.

Rubbing lotion on her hands as she rubbed the ointment on his ass. Covering his red skin fully. His body melted into the sheets.

"feel good?" She asked softly

"yes mommy. Thank you" he said. She smiled and kissed his cheek. Turning him to his side and throwing a blanket over his naked body. She took off her panties and added them to the pile of clothes on his floor.

She crawled behind him. Her bare chest rested against his back as she wrapped her arms around him. Kissing his shoulder as he pushed himself against her. His hands held hers that rested on his stomach.

Sighing contently into her arms.

"I love you baby" she said as she kissed his cheek

He smiled and felt his body lure into sleep.

But Eddie knew that wouldn't be the last time he acted as a brat to get what he wanted......

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Be My Druidess - Eddie Munson X Fem-reader

AU 90’s Eddie & Fem- Reader (mostly referred to affectionately as Kitten, no use of Y/N). Eddie takes girlfriend (reader) go to watch your favourite band, Type O Negative in concert. You get too excited and do something impulsive, it drives Eddie crazy with jealousy causing him to get very possessive, needing to show everyone you're his girl.

Warnings- SMUT - Over 18’s ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! M-F (P in V) unprotected, cream pie, fingering, Squirting, Dom! Eddie & Sub! Reader, Mean! Eddie, Possessive! Eddie, Jealous! Eddie, (slight) Degrading, (slight) Humiliation, Orgasm Denial, Public Exposure, Public sex, Choking, Daddy Kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of reader being Bratty, Drug & Alcohol use Eddie & Reader (Weed & Beer). Reader has nipple piercings. Eddie has a PA piercing.

Word count- 3.8K

Authors Note-Sorry this took so long to write and post after I hinted it all those months ago. Life got crazy like it does sometimes so apologies. Also I met our man JQ and it spurred me on to finish it at 2:30am the day after I met him.

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Eddie had got you tickets to your favourite band tour for your birthday, Type O Negative. The dark grunge, gothic, sexual undertones igniting a fire in you as soon as you heard the sultry tones of Peter Steele's deep, gravely voice. Only encouraged by how attracted you were to him. Hugely tall stature, gloomy outlook, long black silken hair, muscular frame and known openly for his eagerness to please the women he chose to pleasure, to serve. Topped off with the rumours of his huge cock, you were completely sold. You begged Eddie to get you both tickets for months, and he’d surprised you, a week before the gig. Stubs now in his hands, after driving to the city after a long shift at the garage on the release date to queue in the rain, all to surprise you. To see your pretty ruby lips fall open in awe, he could see the hearts appear in your eyes already.

Excited, you dressed to impress. Numerous guys keep staring at you in your skimpy outfit. Eddie is more than proud to show you off as his girl. At the end of the day you’re a hot goth/alt chick and it made the guys drool. You wore your best band shirt, cut up to show more cleavage than should be legally allowed in public, a pvc skater skirt and your new demonic platforms, torn fishnet stockings held up by a black suspender belt.

Eddie knows you’re crushing hard on the lead singer and can tell you're getting horny and turned on, fidgeting as they’re run onto the stage. Eddie lifts you into his broad, strong shoulders for a better view when they play the intro to your favourite song, “Be my Druidess”. As the drum beat kicks in, Eddie starts to bounce up and down causing a criminally delicious friction across the crotch of your thong. The back of Eddie’s neck bumping your clit on every bounce to the beat.

Your thighs start to clench and Eddie notices, your pussy throbbing, he can probably feel your pounding heartbeat through your core down his spine. His hands grip your shins as you feel your sweetness seep through the thin fabric of your panties onto his neck. Hands tight, fingers clasping his hair, his skull to keep you grounded.

Peter Steele notices you and points you out in the crowd, the eye contact alone causing you to fall over the edge into euphoric bliss. Feeling high, impulsive and incredibly horny, all amplified by sharing a few joints with Eddie on the ride to the venue. You flash your bare chest to the stage (after deciding on going braless earlier, something Eddie loved). Showing everyone your perfect supple tits, shiney metal bars catching the stage lights, glistening in the darkness like stars. The erotic image of your bare chest and nipple piercings projected on the massive screens on either the side of the stage for all to see. The band loves it. Peter loves it more. The crowd loves it even more, a hurricane of cheers roars up from the audience. Eddie hates it.

Your cheeks flush red with a blush, caught up in the scandal, all eyes in the room falling on you. The man beneath you is furious. Jealous twists in his stomach, ripping through him uncontrollably sweeping his mind into frenzy. He squeezes your shins in a claw-like grip, fuelled by the envy of everyone’s eyes on you. Admiring the curves of your womanly shape, his Venus incarnate. Aphrodite in the flesh. To him you were his goddess. Your exquisite body was his to worship only! The soft slopes of your breast, the ample curves of your hips that were now on show to the world, or what felt like the world crammed into the tiny venue. What started out as a playful tease quickly became his own personal hell. Hazy headed and caught up in the moment with your inhibitions low, but the repercussions of your actions had become a harrowing punishment you were going to find out. He ripped you down from his shoulders and back on your feet, landing to look him square in the face. His usually soft chocolate brown eyes, swallowed by huge ebony irises, full of anger. The green-eyed monster inside shining through the deep black.

“They can look, but they can’t touch Baby… I’m only yours” you muttered with a kiss to his chapped bitten lips, trying to save yourself from the consequences of your earlier actions. No softness was returned, the same stare locked on your eyes. A sick deprived thought pops into his mind.

“Princess” he growled in your face. Your eyes locked in fear. “You’re right, you are MINE. And you belong to ME. And I think I need to remind you of this. So you’re gonna watch this shitty band you love so much and you’re gonna cum on my fingers while they watch… While they ALL watch” Eddie whispers in your ear, lips and teeth biting the shell. You stand there frozen, unable to move. Slack jawed, eyes wide with fear, your core getting slicker with every word Eddie huffs out. You’d never seen this side of Eddie before, sure he’d gotten moody at a bar if some guy got a little too close for comfort. But a few choice words, mostly consisting ending with a “fuck off” and a swift middle finger in their direction. Then once they’d left he was golden, but this was different. A possessive darkness had overcome him and you couldn’t help but love how it made you feel. Wanted. Owned. HIS.

Eddie’s deft hands turn you back to face the stage, your back pushed flush to his lean chest. Eddie’s left hand holds your chin, forcing your face forward in shame, directly at the object of your desire. His right hand snakes down your chest over your soft stomach, drawing linguine patterns across your goose pimpled skin, before dripping down over your barely clothed soaked cunt. “Actually, bad girls get punished. Maybe I won’t let you cum at all, maybe I’ll edge you till you beg. Beg for MY cock to put you out of your pathetic misery. All whiny…needy. ‘Till you cry those big crocodile tears cause your little cunt aches, ‘cause you know I’m the ONLY one who can make you CUM. Make YOU feel that GOOD. Fucked out and cockdrunk. ALL. FOR. ME. YOUR Daddy”. Heat pools in your sopping cunt, thighs sticky from your sweet nectar, leaking through your tiny thong.

Calloused fingers run agonising circles over your swollen bud through the thin fabric of your thong for what feels like an eternity. Before pushing the flimsy material aside to meet your drenched pussy. Sliding his fingers through your folds a few times spreading your slick from your entrance up to your pulsing clit. Dipping his middle finger in your dripping entrance, he groaned in pleasure at just how wet you were, Your soft gummy walls sucking him in. Stretching your hole he pushed a second finger in and began thrusting them in and out, caressing that special spot only he could reach.

Gasps fell from your open mouth, lost in the crowd of screams and bass filling the venue. Your eyes screwed shut with every pass of Eddie’s nimble fingers surging you towards your ultimate high. Feeling your pussy walls starting to clench and contract as you approached nirvana. Moments from release, Eddie’s touch left you completely. Edging you just he promised.

Your eyes shoot open as you lose your euphoria, eyes landing back on the stage. “Please, Eddie.I wanna cum so bad” you whine.

“I told you, Kitten. Only good girls get to cum. And you’ve been far from good.” Eddie smirked in your ear. Sliding his finger back into your soaked folds, back up to your tingling bundle of nerves. Again feverish chills ran through your body, as Eddie mercilessly rubbed tight circles over your throbbing clit with his thumb and his thick fingers fucked up into your tight hole.

Tears welled in your glassy eyes as the bolts of lightning pleasure shot through you,whimpering trying your hardest to obey. Your hearing started to faze out as your only focus was to hold back your orgasm from overtaking you. Your body started to twitch as the feeling became too much. Your abused cunt spasming around Eddie’s cruel rapid thrusts. Gasping for air, your vision started to white out. Unable to hold back any longer you flung your head back into the crook of Eddie’s shoulder as cum gushed out your pulsating cunt. Incoherent apologies fell from your mouth as your cum ran down your thighs. “Mmmmm… Sssorry, I’m…Mmmm…Sorry, Daddy… Mmmm…couldn’t hold it any longer. It’s too gggooooddd” your moans gasped out. Breathless you panted, fucked out in the middle of the crowd. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, standing shamefully in a puddle of your own nectar. Eddie cruelly laughed into your ear.

“Told you weren’t allowed to cum, Kitten. You’ve made such a mess on yourself and Daddy’s fingers'' Eddie teased, the prominent hard bulge digging into your ass and he curled himself around your slight frame. Removing his hand from your mound, he brought them up to your mouth. “SUCK”. It was a simple instruction and you immediately obeyed, not wanting to annoy Eddie further. Eddie pushed his fingers far into your wet mouth, your tongue wrapping around the thick probes. “Mmmm.. thank you Daddy” you whimpered. “Tastes so sweet”. “Yeah, you do Kitten, give Daddy a taste” Your hand instantly slipped downward and into the front of your drenched panties.

Swirling your nibble fingers around your wet folds collecting your slick. Once sufficiently soaked in your juices, you drew them to Eddie's waiting lips. Pushing them through the threshold onto his pierced tongue. Feeling the metal bar under your fingertips, reminding you of the sinful memories of it pressed on your core, causing another shudder down your spine. “Mmmmm Princess, you are especially sweet tonight. Is this ‘cause Daddy’s being mean to his Kitten?” Eddie cooed, licking and sucking the cum from your fingers. You nodded in response, mouth agape with lust, eyes lost in Eddie’s blown out obsidian pupils.

Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled towards the back of the venue, fighting against the waves of people surging towards the stage. Hand gripped tight in his, interlocking fingers forcing you along. Landing at the back corner of the venue, Eddie forcefully pushed you against the wall. “Need you Kitten. NEED you NOW” Eddie growled through gritted teeth. Hiking you up and onto his thighs, your legs naturally wrapped around his waist, ankles locking, your pressed back supported against the rough of the stone wall.

Impatiently he unbuckled his belt, the metal clanking being drowned out by the bass reverting off the walls. Popping the button of his dark jeans and pulling his zipper down, exposing the very angry tent in the front of his charcoal grey boxers. A wet stain of pre-cum teasing what was waiting inside. Looking down where your bodies met, you bit your lip in anticipation as Eddie freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. “Sooo pretty Eddie” your open mouth moaned, biting your lip, almost drooling at the sight. Eddie was BIG. And THICK. At least eight inches of a beautiful pale porcelain pink, ridged with a prominent vein running on the side, the head a deliciously mauve colour. The slit dribbling with precum adorned with a ring through the end. Your favourite piercing of his for sure, his PA. Licking your lips, you reach down between your bodies to grip Eddie’s cock. A harsh slap handed on your hand batting you away from the object of your desires. “No. You don’t get to play. To decide. This is for me, cause you’re MINE. And you need putting in your fucking place. Silly Kitten forgetting who she BELONGS too.”

Pushing your thong to the side Eddie rutted ruthlessly into your tight wet cunt. Giving you no time to adjust. The action stole the breath from your chest. Stunned you took what Eddie gave you. Hard thrusts from his sharp hips into the plush fat of your thighs setting a relentless pace. Every stab with his cock, took more air from your lungs. Your head started to drown in pleasure. Overwhelmed senses, your skin felt on fire, ears ringing from the deep bass, vision blacking out with every pass of Eddie’s hard cock against the spongy spot inside. The metal ring gliding furiously against your g-spot. Quivering in Eddie’s arms, your thoughts consumed by him. Only him. He was the sun to your moon, heaven to your hell, devil to your angel. And you were HIS. Your love is an engulfing black hole. He’d sucked you inside with no escape. And you were perfectly okay with your fate.

Dragging you back into reality, Eddie’s calloused fingers wrapped around your throat, light pressure squeezed at the sides. Your breath hitched in your throat as the blood restricted under Eddie’s fingers. Your eyes closed as you succumbed to the ethereal bliss. Dizzy and lightheaded the fire inside your cunt burned even hotter. White hot sparks fizzing inside. Pushing you ever close to the edge.

Incoherent words between throaty gasps and moans poured from your lips, Eddie’s eyes fixed down where you met as you fell apart above. You buried your head in the crook of Eddie’s neck. Swallowing his the smell- tobacco, leather and spice cologne, an underlying hint of weed mixed with his apple shampoo that lingered in his hair and the most enthralling of all, Eddie’s natural musk, his sweat. You licked a stripe up the column of Eddie’s neck, lost in the subspace you’d fallen into. Eddie groaned in satisfaction. “Yours Eddie. I’m YOURS Eddie” you mumbled back into his solid, thick neck.

“Yeah, that’s right Kitten. You’re mine and you make me feel so good. Do you feel good? Is Daddy making you feel good?” Eddie breathlessly panted back. “Mmmm yes Daddy, feels so good. Daddy always makes me feel so good, always takes care of me.” you moaned back between breaths.

“Always Kitten” Eddie’s gaze softened slightly, his usual loving self crawling back through the darkness that had clouded his mind. That award winning smile creeping back onto his lips. The curtain of Eddie’s hair that shut out the world fell forward as your lips locked in passion. Messy and chaotic, teeth bashing, misjudged lip alignment, tongues battling for dominance. Burying each other's groans and breaths. Your hands clawed at Eddie’s sturdy shoulders and thick neck, begging for contact, gripping tight with a need to be even closer.

The coil in your stomach, still tightening evermore. Fanning the flames that licked your insides, burning hot lighting the fuses of the fireworks held in your core. All the time Eddie’s thrusts never faulted, determined on hunting both of your pleasure. Engulfing passion overcoming your bodies, as the only things that existed in this moment were you two. Ignoring the noise of the crowd, the heat of the venue, and the very compromising position you were in. Gasping for air, Eddie broke your intense kiss. “I’m close Kitten, need you to cum again for me. Need you to soak my cock. Claim what’s YOURS. Show everyone here I’M YOURS and YOU'RE MINE.” Eddie’s words whipped you back to this realm. Your toes curled in your boots, as Eddie’s fingers found your swollen bud once again. “Hmmm Eddie, make me cum, wanna cum again for you Daddy, wanna soak your pretty cock” you nodded back, glassy eyes like pearls. Eddie’s finger worked tirelessly rubbing hard figures of eight on your clit, using your own release to slicken the friction.

Edging you closer and closer to the edge, your heart pounded in your chest, your hearing dulled from the sound thumping inside, as the squelch between you two intensified. “Mmmmm…Gonna…cum Ed’s” you hummed, which was all the warning you could give as you began to plummet into the depths of your orgasm. The flames licked higher inside your stomach, consuming your body and soul. As you cried hot tears spilling out your eyes, down your damp cheeks, knocking your head back onto the wall behind in ecstasy. If it wasn’t for the blinding pleasure consuming you, you would have been concerned of how hard your head hit the wall behind, fearing a concussion. But in this moment only one thing mattered, Eddie Munson.

Cum gushed from your abused cunt, squirting down, soaking Eddie’s strong hairy thighs. The intensity of your orgasm wetting Eddie’s boxers and jeans impatiently sitting on his mid-thigh, ruched up under your ass. Your back arched against the roughness of the wall behind you, scratching the smooth skin, snagging the threads of your shirt. Your hands shot to Eddie’s messy curls, tugging at the root, grounding you once again, as you felt yourself float away in ultimate pleasure.

“Yes, that’s it Kitten” Eddie ecstatically cooed. “Look at you…so precious, making a mess of me. So sloppy, claiming my cock as yours”.

“Mmm…Eddie, All for you. Love you Daddy” you whimpered. Tears still falling from your wet doe eyes.

Eddie’s punching hips started to waver, as he started creeping closer to his own release. Chasing the feeling, his thrust began erratic and harder, sinking deeper into your slippy, warm, wet cunt. After a few more earth shattering thrusts Eddie groaned, “Gonna cum inside Kitten, Breed this pretty pussy. Gonna ruin you for every other man. Fuck your were made for me. Leave you with my cum dripping out this perfect pussy. Fuck a baby in you. Make you mine forever. Would you like that Kitten, make your belly all swollen with my baby. You’ll look so beautiful carrying our baby. My beautiful baby momma, wanna make you my wifey. Start raising the next generation of mini Munson’s. Fuck baby, I love you so much.”

Lost in his own pleasure his inner secret desires flooding out. And with that image cemented in his brain, Eddie came hard. His hot creamy white seed, coating your podgy warm walls. Eddie kept fucking your quivering pussy, with each thrust contracting, milking his cock until it became too sensitive for Eddie to stand. Pulling his softening cock out of your abused hole, his cum dribbling out as he’d described.

Eddie lowered you to your feet, pushing your panties back over your dipping pussy, trapping his cum inside, pooling in the small cotton gusset. “Gonna keep that inside for me Kitten, if you’re good maybe I’ll fuck another load inside you when we get home.” Standing you on shaking legs, he supported you until you could confidently stand yourself. Stuffing himself back inside his drench boxers and fastening his uncomfortably damp jeans. “Jesus Christ Kitten, what was that flood? Like a fucking tsunami on my jeans” he chuckled, eyes meeting yours. Your cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

“Sorry Ed’s” you squeaked face heated with humiliation. “I didn’t mean to make such a mess… I don’t know what… how… it happened”. Your timid voice squeaked, embarrassed for the soaked wet mess staining Eddie’s dark jean clad thighs.

“T’is okay Kitten, it’s more than okay! That was fucking hot!.. You’re so fucking hot sweetheart!.. I love you so much, Kitten” Eddie gushed,punctuated with hasty kisses. You both still pressed to the safe haven of the wall. “I love you too Eddie, sorry I made you angry” your voice dropping quieter on every word, shame filling your flushed face, tears welling in your eyes at the thought of Eddie’s anger earlier directed at you. As much as it excited you, it also terrified you.

“Hey, hey Kitten” Eddie’s hands grasped your cheeks. Large palms swallowing the sides of your face. “No, I’m sorry. I should of never done that to you. I just got so consumed by the thoughts of all these people seeing you, but I know it’s your body and your choice what you do with it. I’m just so glad it’s me you decide to share it with. I guess this shit music, kinda made me feral too. I think get why you’re always trying to blast it out in the van!” A wicked smile creeping over Eddie’s lips. “How about I grab us some beers and we finish watching the gig. They’ve still gotta play “Love you to death” and I know you know the subtext behind that song, then after I guess we can act that out back home…that is if you can stand?” A quirked eyebrow and another giggle rippled through his chest, a soft kiss landing in your lips.

“Make it two beers each and you’ve got yourself a deal, Munson” you counted. “But remember, they can look but they can’t touch, baby. That’s only for you Daddy, I’m yours and your mine. Don’t ever forget it”. Your finger bopped his nose playfully, lips meeting again.

Spinning on his heels, Eddie practically ran to the bar, wallet in hand, leaving you smiling to yourself. The memory of your beautiful goofball boyfriend, his devilishly handsome face, he was your everything. Him making his pussy drunk confession of his inner desires to make you his forever. This was definitely a gig you’d never forget, and for all the right reasons.

Eddie returned to you moments later, beers in hand as promised. “Come on Kitten, let’s get you back to the front, before I fuck you raw against that wall again. ‘Cause I don’t know if these jeans or your panties can take another soaking like that. God you’re so beautiful, I never want to be apart from you. My Druidess, you’ve definitely cast me under your wicked spell… not that I’m complaining. I’ll serve you for as long as you'll have me, Sweetheart”. Eddie's eyes boring into yours full of want and adoration, a love in which you thrived in.

“You better be joking Kitten, I told you I wanted you to keep my cum inside, that’s gonna be pretty hard to do then when it’s dripping down your legs. And I don’t think you want to disobey me again…so I’d say if those panties are being thrown anywhere tonight, it better be over my rear view mirror with the last pair, from when you bratted out and tried to defy me… I may be under your spell, Princess, but I’m still your Daddy. And what Daddy says goes, or have you forgotten that and need reminding again?” Eddie’s warning whispered in your ear, his hot breath pricking up the tiny hairs on your neck, his hand now clamped back between your legs over your barely clothed, soaked, raw cunt. Your spine jolted you back upright, shook.

“No Daddy” was your only response.

“Good girl”

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OMG HORNY HOURS so hear me out!!!! So I'll give you a scenario where the reader is super jealous of something that happened with eddie (preferably cowboy/mafia are my favourite) like an ex or something that appeared out of nowhere. And she is extremely bratty, so eddie has no other choice than to discipline her. But in the end, he would probably explain to her that there's no reason for any jealousy. He would assure her of that and make sure that her feelings are being validated

I feel like this is more cowboy!eddie. not sure an ex would do that to mafia!eddie.

minors dni 18+. look at @munsonology page for more cowboy!eddie

but I could see a notorious buckle bunny, one Eddie had hooked up with on a few occasions just because she was always there (and he was horny), out at a bar. he liked to go to this quiet bar downtown, it never had a super rowdy crowds, more of the locals and a good song selection- not just line dancing country.

he'd drink a few beers, munch on the bar nuts, and be happy to be in your company, have his sweet girl cuddled up next to him, grinning at the way you got giggly and blushy after a few drinks.

"well, look what the cat dragged in," sabrina, the buckle bunny, purred from behind eddie, long nails scratching down his shirt. "haven't seen you in a while, baby."

you grit your teeth, glaring meanly at her then back at eddie. eddie just awkwardly nods, shrugs her off as politely as he can. "yeah, been busy." he mutters, taking a swig of his beer. "good seein' ya, sab." he nods.

you bristle at the nickname, watching her retreat, but that isn't enough. you glare at him for a moment, watching him shrug questioningly at you, before you're huffing, sliding to the opposite end of the booth.

"baby, what? what's wrong?" eddie sighs, shoulders falling slightly.

"fuck off." you mutter bitterly, lips latching to the tiny black straw. "go talk to sab." you sneer, rolling your eyes.

"why are you mad?" eddie asked gently, scooting closer to you. "what did I do, honey?"

"don't play stupid with me, ed. god, go fuck your little whore over there. I don't want to interrupt the two of you." you snap loudly, loud enough for the table next to you to give you a sideways glance.

eddie blushes deep, leaning closer to you. "hey, enough, alright? she's not my whore or whatever, ok? I told her to leave-"

"-no, you told her it was good seeing her." you snapped, slamming your drink down on the table. "and it is, isn't it? it's sooo good seeing her isn't it, eddie? you bastard." you were in the mood for a fight, blame it on the whiskey. he should be glad it wasn't tequila, or you'd be liable to throw the glass at sab and her shitty extensions.

"can you keep it down?" eddie hissed. "do I need to take you outside, huh?"

your thighs clenched together at the threat, tummy somersaulting with that tingling excitement. you hadn't meant for this to be the turn of events for the evening, but you certainly weren't mad at it. especially not with the way his gruff tone, rasping and low made you throb.

"ooh, so scary." you mocked with an exaggerated eye roll and scoff. "you're all talk, big shot. sab probably doesn't know that or she wouldn't be all over you."

eddie's up, pushing you gently out of the booth, hand steadying your hip, slapping a wad of bills on the table to cover his tab. his hand is on your arm, pulling you across the sticky wooden floors out to his truck.

"you wanna keep runnin' that mouth? keep on, darlin', and I'll tan your hide right here. show e'rebody in there what happens to bratty girls who can't be sweet to their daddy's." eddie snarled. your heart leapt when he still opened the door of his truck for you, squealing when his hand cracked down on your sundress clad ass when you passed him to climb inside.

"oh, just you wait, honey. you're in need of a big attitude adjustment when we get home." eddie snapped, knee bouncing and eyes dark with need when he pulled out of the parking lot.

you were hauled across his knee on the porch, straddling his thigh, thick belt tied back your hands, his heavy, calloused palm peppering your ass with shining swats until you were squirming and crying out. your clit was swollen, rubbing against eddie's jean clad thigh with every smack, knowing you were undoubtedly dripping and smearing your release onto his pants.

eddie pulled you up finally, your ass glowing and stinging with an uncomfortable burn you were desperate to rub out. "you gonna be my sweet girl again?" eddie asked, fighting back a smile at your pouty expression, sniffling and lip jutted. "gonna be good f'me?"

"yes, daddy." you sniffled, hands wiggling behind your back, still tied together. "ed, can you take this off please?" you asked.

he obliged, of course, undoing the belt, rubbing at your wrists lightly and holding you close to him. he could feel your sticky, hot cunt on his thigh, his own erection pressing into you, but he knew you needed to be held then.

"what's goin' on with you, huh?" eddie asked in a low rasp. "actin' out and for what?"

you huffed, tucking your chin into his chest. "I don't like the way she was touching you and looking at you." you admitted. "I didn't like it when she did that."

"I'm sorry." eddie said, heavy hand that was spanking you earlier, now rubbing up and down your spine. "but you know there's no need to get jealous, baby. she ain't nothin' to me. not with you, honey, there's no comparison."

you blushed, pushing your face deeper into his shirt, smelling that spicy cologne he doused himself in for date night. it always left you dizzy and swooning. "nobody's better than you. you're my best girl. my one and only, you know that." eddie muttered, lips on your hair line, pressing a kiss into your hair sweetly.

"you promise?" you asked, looking up at him with a lifted brow. "you're not gonna leave me for some dime store cowgirl with a shitty spray tan."

eddie snorted, grinning lightly at the reference. "no thank ya. don't want that ever. I only want my sweet, spoiled, girl forever." he tilted his head down, so his face was inches from yours. "only want you, honey, no one else."

#cowboy!eddie munson x reader #cowboy!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie #oneforthemunny #munnytalks #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson au #eddie munson #eddie munson smut

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3minsover · 9 months ago

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Thank you for 700 followers!!! Here's a list of every Steddie fic I've written:

Completed:

the intensity of being known (12475 words) (Teen and Up)

(single dad!steve, babysitter!eddie, steve pov)

It Has No Place Here Series, starting with: dirtybadwronggood (8364 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, hatefucking to lovers, angst with a happy ending, dual pov)

out there where they glow (58171 words) (Mature)

(tangled au, rapunzel!steve, flynn rider!eddie, mild angst, happy ending, dual pov)

Soda Burn (80379 words) (Explicit)

(bartenders au, enemies to lovers, fuck steve’s dad, predominantly steve pov, happy ending)

Interviews and Articles from the Flight Risk Universe (8971 words) (Teen and Up)

(a selection of magazine articles and interviews with eddie and steve in the years leading up to and after the events of flight risk by the incomparable @sayesayes and @noxarcanaart)

What is this, a Crossover Episode? (7487 words) (Explicit)

(fanfic of fanfic, soda burn!steve, flight risk!eddie, as near to a crackfic as i've written, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

Pro Patria Mori (57448 words) (Explicit)

(ww1 au, british steddie, predominantly steve pov, happy ending)

climbing on my desire (6512 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, jealous steve, daddy kink, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

love on my fingers, lust on my tongue (6793 words) (Explicit)

(FBI agent!Steve, unsub!eddie, knifeplay, gratuitous smut, eddie pov)

Something (7232 words) (Explicit)

(lighthouse keeper!steve, siren!eddie, oral sex, happy ending, steve pov)

No More Retreating (53538 words) (Explicit)

(bucket list fic, canon era, friends to lovers, mutual pining, dual pov, happy ending)

A Jewel for the Captain's Collection (7091 words) (Explicit)

(pirate au, captain!eddie, stowaway!steve, gratuitous smut, steve pov)

he's a handful (5294 words) (Explicit)

(vague modern au, fisting, slightly bratty bottom eddie, soft dom top steve, eddie pov)

And Stay Out (8841 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, follow-up to Soda Burn, steve meets eddie's ex, jealousy kink maybe?, possessive steve, semi-public sex, intercrural sex, steve pov)

Santa Buddy (8551 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, christmas fic, karaoke as foreplay, feminization,outdoor sex, the hol special: spit kink walls and alleyways, steve pov)

If You're Gonna Break My Heart (Smash it to Pieces) (81147 words) (Explicit)

(canon era, big bang fic, friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, eddie&wayne father-son-ism, mostly bottom eddie, soft dom mostly top steve, eddie pov)

Mr. Harrington, You're Trying to Seduce Me (7730 words) (Explicit)

(modern au, girlfriend's dad, older steve, college age eddie, oral sex, cheating, hot mess eddie munson, dilf steve, eddie pov)

Left Hand Green (4667 words) (Explicit)

(oneshot, canon era, friends to lovers, twister as foreplay, frottage, clothed sex, cumming in pants, steve pov)

In Progress:

Layover (116486 words) (Explicit)

(flight attendant!steve, rockstar/model!eddie, lots and lots of sex, angst to come, dual pov, happy ending guaranteed) writing with the immensely talented @dreaminginpencil

#steddie #steddie au #steve harrington x eddie munson #ao3 #fanfic #3minsover #dreaminginpencil #steddie big bang

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littlesubbyflower · 2 years ago

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Mine - E.M.

Summary : Your boyfriend Eddie Munson gets super jealous of anyone who talks to you, including your best friend Steve Harrington. In his jealous rage, your bratty mouth gets you put in your place, but you don’t really mind.

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Pairing :: Fem Reader x Eddie Munson

18+ MINORS DNI • I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED, TRANSLATED, OR POSTED ANYWHERE ELSE

Warnings: Jealous Eddie, Bratty reader, Smut, Choking, Cunnilingus (female receiving) Fingering, Begging, Slight D/s dynamic? Orgasm Denial, P-in-V, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up, y’all. don’t try this at home!)

A/N : Okay I've been sitting on this for like five weeks and have rewritten this a thousand times. Thank you @myobmaya for dealing with me with this, ily so much 💖💖

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“Eddie, you are so dramatic right now! Steve was not flirting with me!” You nearly shout once inside of your boyfriend’s van.

“Sweetheart, I’m telling you, he was undressing you with his eyes!” He says, gritting his teeth. “I know what I saw.”

He starts the van and pulls out of the diner parking lot. It was Thursday, so you had your weekly meet up with Steve and Robin at the diner. Eddie had tagged along a few times, but you had made up your mind that tonight was the last time he was coming along.

Any comment Steve had made whether it was directed at you or not, Eddie snapped at Steve. He told him to not talk to you that way, that you didn’t need to be showered in his compliments, and that you sure as hell didn’t need Steve Harrington’s reassurance or permission for anything.

“Eddie, you were so rude! You embarrassed me! None of that was okay! Steve is my best friend, you know that, HE knows that! There is absolutely no reason for you to act this way!” You throw your hands up in exasperation.

“He was flirting with you while I was sitting right there!”

“ASKING ME WHAT COLOR PROM DRESS I WAS THINKING ON GETTING WAS NOT FLIRTING, EDWARD!” You shout. Eddie flinches from the sudden increase in volume and the fact that you just called him Edward.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” he mutters under his breath, reaching over and turning the dial on the radio to increase the volume. You stare at him wide eyed before shaking your head and turning to look out the passenger window.

The ride back to his trailer is silent except for the radio blaring whatever tape was being played. Wayne had already left for work, so it would only be the two of you until his return in the morning. Eddie parks the van and kills the engine. You unbuckle your seatbelt and storm out of the van and slam the door.

“You’re unbelievable, Edward.” rolling your eyes and pushing past him when he tries to stop you before going into the trailer.

“Oh, I'm the one who’s unbelievable, Princess?” He says, coming into the trailer and closing the door. You’re walking to his room in hopes of getting some space, but Eddie follows you into his room.

“No no! You don’t get to flip this, Eddie!” You take a step closer to him and jab your finger in his chest. “You do not get to come in, and crash my weekly thing with Steve and Robin!” You jab him again. “You do NOT get to embarrass me like that!”

“Watch it.” he grabs your wrist and lowers it

“No, YOU watch it!” Another jab. “I am so sick of you doin-”

Eddie firmly grabs your chin with his other hand and forces you to look at him.

“I said, watch it, princess.” Brown eyes blown out with lust stare back at you.

“You seriously cannot be turned on by this right now!”

Eddie leans down and whispers in your ear. “Baby, you know how I get when you start talking back.” he lets go of your chin and softly trails his hand down to your neck and gently squeezes. You gasp and squeeze your thighs together.

“I—” you try to say something before you’re cut off.

“Ah, ah, I think you’ve done enough talking.” He says, walking you backwards until your legs hit the edge of his bed. Eddie crashes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss before pulling away to pull your sweatshirt over your head.

“Nothing under this? Why am I not surprised?” He tuts. You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out. “ ’s like you knew that you were going to be put in your place today.” Eddie says, smirking. He dips his head down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while rolling the other in between his fingers, after a few moments, he switches. When he’s done with your nipples, he gently pushes you down onto the bed and you squeal when your back comes into contact with the cold bed sheets. Propping yourself up on your elbows, Eddie kneels down in front of you, hooking his arms around your legs to pull you as close to the edge of the bed as possible. He loops his fingers into your shorts and pulls them down your legs, discarding them behind him. He nearly drools at the sight of your core, clad in light lace panties.

He takes one leg and starts his slow trail of kisses from your ankle to your knee, stopping and repeating with your other leg.

“Hmm! Tickles!” You gasp out. “Please baby..” bucking your hips in hopes he gets the message. “Need you so bad, Eds.”

He ignores your plea, kissing his way up your thigh. Just when he’s about to kiss your clit, he pulls back and kisses your other thigh. You whine and wiggle your hips.

“Patience is a virtue, princess.” He says while taking a finger and running it up your clothed cunt, stopping at your clit, moving his finger in a nice slow circle, before trailing his finger back down.

“Please! I’ll do anything! Promise!” You rush out, throwing your head back and bucking your hips once again. “please baby..” you beg. Eddie rips the fabric before discarding it somewhere behind him, mumbling something along the lines of ‘I’ll get you more’ before placing an open mouth kiss to your clit. Your thighs instinctively start to close and he’s forcing them back open before using his tongue to lick a bold stripe up your slit.

“Always so sweet for me.” Eddie says, and you moan at his praise. He wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, causing you to moan out again. He groans against you, bringing his fingers up and down your core, gathering your slick before gently easing two fingers in, instantly curling them against your sweet spot. You gasp loudly and you grab a handful of his hair.

“Fuck, Eddie!” you cry out, using the leverage from his hair to grind yourself onto his face. The more the metal head curls his fingers and sucks on your clit, the tighter the coil in your stomach becomes. Your thighs begin shaking and you’re bucking your hips up more, your rhythm becoming shaky and unstable, signaling that you’re close. Eddie smirks against your pussy and pulls away, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. You whine at the empty feeling and clench around nothing.

“No, you don’t get to cum just yet.” Eddie says before kissing your clit.

“You are way too overdressed.” sitting up and working on Eddie’s belt once he stands. Eddie pulls his shirt off and pushes his jeans and boxers down his legs. You reach your hand out to pump his hard cock, but he grabs your hand and pushes it away.

“As much as I would love for you to suck me off princess, there’s just no fucking time.” He pushes you back down and climbs over you, balancing on one arm as he rubs himself up and down your folds, before he pushes all the way in with a groan. You moan loudly as he completely bottoms out.

“Fuck,” he pulls out, “you’re” he snaps his hips, “so. fucking. tight.” he says, thrusting in and out of you. “So wet for me.”

Giving you little time to adjust, all you can do is moan in response. Eddie continues fucking into you, snaking a hand down to rub your clit.

“You look so pretty, taking all of me like this, fuck, such a good girl for me.” You clench around him. “Got you all cock drunk, hm?”

“Mmm, feels so good, Eds.” You moan, eyes fluttering closed. “So good!”

“Who’s pussy is this, baby? huh?” Eddie asks, slowing his thrusts so you could properly answer him. However, you didn’t answer in a timely enough manner in Eddie’s opinion, so he pulls out, before asking you again.

“I said, who’s pussy is this?” he asks a little more aggressively, bringing a hand up to your throat and squeezing lightly. In the heat of the moment, and to piss him off for pulling out of you, you answer.

“You don’t know him.” You open your eyes to watch his reaction.

“Oh, ‘s that so? I’m only going to ask you one more time,” he locks eyes with yours, his brown eyes darkened by lust, and he squeezes a little harder. “Who’s. Pussy. Is. This?”

You gasp, starting to feel floaty as he chokes you.

“Steve’s. It- It’s Steve’s!”

Eddie’s jaw locks and he gets a primal look in his eyes. He leans down and his breath ghosts over your ear.

“Oh? Well sweetheart, how about I show you just who this pussy belongs to, hm?” He growls, letting go of your neck before leaning back up and slamming back into you. He grips your hips tightly and roughly fucks into you.

It’s torture, Eddie has you writhing in pleasure, he’s fucking you at a relentless pace, and the coil in your stomach gets tighter with each thrust.

“Eddie, ‘m close!”

“Now, that’s not how you ask, baby.” He smirks, slowing his thrusts to tease you. “Maybe if you take back what you said, I’ll think about it.”

“I take it back! Fuck!” Eddie’s thrusts start to speed back up. “It’s yours, only yours, promise!” you moan out, tears pricking your eyes, the cool in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

“What’s mine, baby? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Please, please don’t make me say it.”

“You have to use your words, baby.” Eddie coaxes, his own thrusts becoming sloppy. “If you don’t use your words, I can’t give you what you want.”

“My pussy’s yours, Eddie!” You cry out, cheeks reddening at the confession. “Fuck, i’m gonna cum!”

“See, that wasn’t so hard.” Eddie comments before speeding his thrust back up. “C’mon baby, cum for me,” he leans down and starts kissing your neck. Your orgasm hits, moaning out ‘fuck’ ‘Eddie’ and ‘oh my god’ in no particular order.

“Fuck, not gonna last..” Eddie rests his forehead against yours. “Wher-“

“Inside, fuck, inside!” you choke out, tears rolling down your face, completely fucked out. Eddie didn’t need to be told twice before cumming in you with a loud moan while he continued fucking you through both of your orgasms, delving in the moment.

Eddie pulls out slowly and collapses next to you. You wince at the sudden loss of contact and you feel Eddie’s arm wrap around you. He kisses your forehead before pulling you closer to him.

“Love you, sweetheart,” he places another kiss on your forehead. “‘m sorry for getting so jealous”

“‘s okay, Eds.” you cuddle more into his side “I love you too.” you manage to yawn out, before you both fell asleep.

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Thank you so much for reading!! This is my first fic published on tumblr in a VERY long time! Hope you enjoyed!

#lsfwrites #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #afab!reader #smut #jealous eddie

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collectivecloseness · 2 years ago

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Blurbs Masterlist

(Small blurbs/drabbles ranging from a paragraph to p much fics) ~ Masterlist, Blurbs masterlist 2

Eddie Munson:

Kissing his dice for touch

Eddie’s princess rescuing herself

Fluffy socks present + Eddie’s ‘microphone’

Gifting Eddie a joke + real sex mixtape

You are what you eat

Cold hands, Eddie’s pits

Eddie ‘embarrassing you’

Teddy that smells of you

Talking into your boobies

If they’re dom/switch/sub

Giving into their sub

Why haven’t you called?

Perv!Eddie during your sleepover

Accidentally biting a scar

Eddie & Robin x reader hc’s

Eddie x Steve & Robin x reader

Steve Harrington:

Injured Reader

Blowjob lead up

Flowers

Platonic Stobin ‘girls night’

Talking into your boobies

Knows he can scream for your help

If they’re dom/switch/sub

Giving into their sub + extra

Steve and petplay

Does he like being tied up

Playfully bratty Steve

Helping reader through self-doubts

Stealing his clothes ft bff!Robin

Dying in front of Steve

Watching Steve touch himself

Accidentally biting a scar

Honking Steve’s chest

Eddie x Steve & Robin x reader

Robin Buckley:

Placing your hand on their thigh

Platonic Stobin ‘girls night’

Feeling able to touch you

Talking into your boobies

Watching Robin turning dom

Calling them mommy

If they’re dom/switch/sub

Giving into their sub

Robin being edged with your strap

dom!Robin touching you

Clingy and not wanting you to leave

Stealing Steve’s clothes ft bff!reader & SH/rdr

Nancy and reader domming Robin

Robin & Eddie x reader hc’s

Eddie x Steve & Robin x reader

Nancy Wheeler:

Calling them mommy

If they’re dom/switch/sub

Giving into their sub

Nancy and reader domming Robin

Fruity Four (Eddie, Steve, Robin, Nancy):

Yan f4 convincing you to move in

Yan f4 caught with a secret

Joyce Byers:

If they’re dom/switch/sub

If you’re being good vs bad

Giving into their sub

Kurt Kunkle:

Wants your friends to like him

Being subby around kidnapped reader + Aftermath & tantruming sub!Kurt

Funfair ups and downs

Feral Kurt in bed

Jealous over blorbo

Hair chewer

Kurt’s... quantity.... + Giving Kurt oral (with his ‘quantity’)

Sub v dom

Cockwarming + pt. 2

Specifically the breeding kink

Pegging Kurt

Mutual Masturbation

Cumming early

Ppl bullying him for a ‘bodily mishap’

Gamer chair incident

Chastity cage

Domestic hc’s

Needing your orgasm

Kurt worried he’s ‘cheated’

Handjob

Dominant when watching a horror movie

When He’s Angry

Giving him a makeover

Wiping lipstick tiktok trend

Placing your hand on their thigh

Kurt’s Birthday morning

Talking into your boobies

Kurt pillow riding

First time cuddling Kurt

If they’re dom/switch/sub

First time hugging Kurt

Boobs guy

Humping bed in your clothes

Giddy at his cuteness

Plus sized gf thoughts

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eddiesprettybabygirlstevie · 11 months ago

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Steve being the little bratty shit he is, playing with a lighter as Eddie glares at him the entire time, making it hard for him to focus on his DnD game, which causes Dustin to get frustrated, Kas just sighs, Gareth tries to get Eddie to focus but ends up making Eddie say " not my fault that little shits a fucking tease an a brat when it comes to waiting for awhile, he knows how to get what he wants " he growls loudly for Steve to hear, which just causes Steve to smirk smugly, he even lays on his stomach an does downward dog just to show his ass off to Eddie, Eddie scratches his table, leaving more marks in it than usual, he's not gonna explain where the rest came from, the only person who knows is Steve, cuz well there from him, Steve groans an whines " mm bored, can't you play with me, instead " as he crawls between Eddie's legs an lays his head in his lap, Eddie threads his fingers through Steve's hair, pulling it harshly, causing Steve to moan into Eddie's leg muffledly, he smirks as he then let's go an continues playing his game, Steve whining loudly as he puckers his lips and pouts sadly, he wants Eddie's attention so badly, he continues to be a brat and whine, Eddie is still trying to focus on playing, he doesn't wanna stop an bend Steve over his lap an spank his ass for being such a whiney brat, but he absolutely wants nothing more than to do it but not in front of everyone, Steve doesn't do anything with Eddie in front of people but he swears Steve wants him to have people know that Harrington here likes dick, specifically his curly haired freak self, but he's not letting Steve get his way, nope not now an probably never, he wants Steve all to himself, nobody else can touch him, he gets jealous easily over that, an he swears Steve does it on purpose, which he's correct, Steve loves making Eddie jealous, so he goes over to Gareth and whines like a puppy, Gareth smiles " I think the puppy here is getting restless " he laughs as he pets Steve like you would a dog, Steve leans into it a bit, happy to get some attention, Eddie growls lowly as he stares " Gareth if you wanna keep that hand, I suggest you stop touching him " he'd be foaming if he could, Dustin gasps " woah Eddie calm down, we're in the middle of the game " trying to calm him down, Gareth removes his hand, he doesn't wanna lose his hand or get on Eddie's bad side, Steve whimpers as he whines, he crawls to Eddie, if he's not gonna get attention then he'll just stay by Eddie, he gets on to Eddie's lap an curls up, he whines sadly as he stares at Eddie, Eddie looks at Steve, it nearly breaks his heart seeing his baby girl so upset, seeing his eyes water an Steve's doe face, he gives in, he pets Steve as he sits him up an holds him close, making Steve straddle him, he sighs " I'm sorry Princess we can take a break and I can give you cuddles and kisses, I promise " he kisses Steve's cheek, Steve smiles as he whines happily this time, he leans into Eddie's touch and kisses as he snuggles into him, Eddie staying true to his promise, gives Steve kisses and cuddles throughout the game while he plays, he hates losing but he hates seeing his Stevie upset more than anything, so he tries to keep that from happening, so Steve being upset is pretty much rare, Eddie kisses the top of Steve's head an holds him close, whispering quite loudly " I love you my little puppy, even tho your a little shit, I swear " he smiles widely as he growls but chuckles, Steve smiling widely as well " I love you too Eddie Bear, not my fault, I know exactly how to get what I want " he smirks while kissing Eddie's cheek, he then snuggles into him, they snuggle each other and are extremely happy with each other.

#steveharrington #eddiemunson #steddie #imaginesteddie #babygirlsteve #steddielove #puppysteve #werewolfsteve

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thorniest-rose · 1 year ago

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Obsessed with the way Eddie reacts to Steve’s little moments of brattiness. He truly wants every part of him. Especially when Billy has no idea what’s going on and Steve is torn between his true self and how he’s been conditioned to act. Like the way he reacted to Steve telling him to not treat him like a child was tense and layered I love it

Oh my god yes, Eddie loves Steve being bitchy and bratty, it really turns him on. Like he loves the challenge, loves seeing Steve turn into a little spitfire. The scene in the club where Steve's like "you fucking wish" after Eddie asks him if he's jealous over his boy toy, Eddie was getting so hard. Like it'll be so much more satisfying to break Steve down and drive him numb with pleasure if Steve's acting haughty with him beforehand and being a little bitch. Eddie loves how sweet Steve is but he loves his little claws too 💞

#asks #prism fic

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ashwhowrites · 1 year ago

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i’ve had this idea for the longest time but i don’t have the time or skills to write it well>:(

bratty!eddie being jealous of reader being friends with steve. maybe they’re having a game/movie night with friends or even just baking together and steve does something particularly flirty and eddie tries to stand his ground and show that it’s upset him but it manifests in a childish sort of tantrum. (yk, as the lil mf does lmfao) and reader is a little upset with eddie until steve makes an unkind comment about eddie’s reaction, and she’s suddenly defending eddie w her life, cause no one talks about /her/ boy

tldr; i have mommy issues and i projected it onto you. i am so sorry

If there is anyone who loves someone that's got Mommy issues, it's definitely me. Don't feel sorry about projecting it on me ;)

Bratty Eddie is my baby so I'll definitely write it <3

Eddie didn't mind that Y/N had friends...well he did but he wouldn't say that. He wanted to be the only focus her attention was set on. But he understood that isn't always possible. She had a job, she had coworkers, and she had a life outside of Eddie. He didn't relate to that. He breathed her and that was all he needed. He didn't care to have friends or go to work for hours at a desk job. He wanted all his hours devoted to her.

And when she said she was inviting a work friend over for dinner, he promised to be on his best behavior. She made a list of all the things she needed from the store, sending her sweet boy off to run her errand while she went to work.

Eddie didn't want to let her down, so he accepted the list and ran off to the store. Collecting every item she wrote down, blushing at the little descriptions of what the item would look like. He snuck a few candies that definitely were not on the list.

Once he returned home, he put all the groceries away. He started to get their house together, knowing the cleaning part was his to do during the days that she worked. She wanted it extra clean for the guest. Eddie didn't question the guest. He figured it was a woman she worked with and wanted to make a good impression.

He made sure to shower and tie his hair back. Staying clear of smoking any weed or cigarettes to make the house smell funky. He dug through his closet to find his fancier shirts. Grabbing a dark blue button-up and black jeans.

Eddie was putting on his rings when he heard the front door open. A huge smile on his face as he raced to the living room.

"Mommy!" He cheered excitedly, rushing to give her a kiss.

"Hi, baby. You look handsome as ever" she smiled, pecking his lips.

"Thank you," he said shyly, feeling his cheeks turn red.

"Steve is coming in two hours so I have to start dinner right away. You want to help?" She asked, walking into the kitchen to wash her hands.

But Eddie was stuck on the name. Steve sounded like a boy's name. She invited a man over for dinner?

"um, Steve?" Eddie squeaked out. He didn't want to sound as insecure as he felt. Was Steve attractive? Did he like her? How did they meet?

"Yeah! He works at my office. He's training under me for a position so I invited him over to get to know each other." She shrugged like it was no big deal. But Eddie was going off the walls.

"He's training with you? As in he'll be following you around the whole time at work?" Eddie questioned.

"Yeah, but it's no big deal. I'm all yours." She reminded him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

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Turns out Steve was gorgeous and Eddie hated that. He had a pretty boy smile and charming eyes. Eddie grew more nervous as he saw similarities between him and Steve. Dark hair to go with their dark eyes, both have a nerdy sense of humor, and both have that look of adoration in their eyes when they look at Y/N.

If Y/N was attracted to Eddie, there's a big chance she would be attracted to Steve too.

Eddie pouted all throughout dinner. Listening to Steve's countless stories, all of them making him sound like the most perfect man in the world. Eddie hated the way it made him so insecure.

He hated the way Y/N's eyes followed Steve's every move as he told a story, her attention locked in on him.

Once they finished dinner, Steve offered to help with the dishes.....suck up. Eddie always got to help with the dishes.

But Y/N welcomed the help and both worked on the dishes by the kitchen sink. Eddie watched from the table, well watching Steve more than anything.

He hated the way Steve licked his lips as he watched her. The way Steve's eyes looked like they wanted to devour her, with no care that Eddie was sitting right there.

Eddie's last straw was when Y/N accidentally lost her grip on the plate, plunging into the sink and causing the water to splash all over her white shirt. The red lace bra easily shows itself. And easily catches both of the boy's eyes in the room.

"wow Y/N, wear that just for me?" Steve smirked. Y/N assumed it was a careless joke so she laughed and brushed it off. But Eddie took it as pure disrespect. This guy was disrespecting her, their relationship, and him all at once.

"HEY!" Eddie shouted, hitting the table as he stood up.

Y/N quickly looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes told him not to do whatever he was going to do. Steve looked at him confused and that pissed Eddie off more.

"You don't talk to her like that! She didn't wear it for you and she never will." Eddie snapped, crossing his arms to seem more intimidating.

"Just a harmless joke, man," Steve said, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm.

"It's not harmless. You are making comments about her body. That's not a body you get to admire! It's mine!" Eddie pouted, losing his intimidation immediately when he stomped his foot.

Y/N let out a big sigh, knowing exactly what an Eddie stomp let to. He was seconds away from a tantrum.

"Baby, let's relax before you get upset." She said softly. Wiping the soap off of her hands before she walked over to him.

She kissed his pouty lips, keeping her voice low as she spoke against his lips, "Head to bed and I'll be right there and we'll talk."

Eddie huffed but accepted her order. Uncrossing his arms and shuffling out of the room.

She took a deep breath when she heard the bedroom door slam hard.

"I'm sorry about that." She apologized, walking back over to Steve.

"Sorry about his little hissy fit? He's like a man-child." Steve snickered

But Y/N didn't find anything funny.

"He was upset and he had a right to be. Your comment shouldn't have been made and especially not in front of my boyfriend. You disrespected him in his own house. And now? You disrespected me by talking about him like that. You can get the hell out of my house." She snapped. Stomping over to the front door and yanking it open.

"Look, it was a joke! I didn't mean to upset anyone" Steve tried to explain.

"Well, you did. We'll talk at the office but right now, please leave" she ordered. And just like Eddie would, Steve followed her order in seconds. Grabbing his jacket as he walked himself out the door.

Before she closed the door she called his name, "And Steve?" He turned around, "If you ever talk about him like that again, I won't hesitate to get your ass fired." Then she slammed the door.

~~~

"Baby?" Eddie turned his head as he heard a soft knock on the bedroom door.

"Open, Mommy," he said, turning his head back to face the wall when she walked in.

She crawled onto the bed, grabbing his small waist as she turned him on his back. His red puppy eyes stare at the ceiling.

"You want to talk about it?" She whispered, moving her hand to undo the bottom buttons of his shirt. Exposing his tummy as she began to draw small circles against the skin.

Eddie hummed at the comfortable feeling.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you." He whispered, eyes still on the ceiling.

"you didn't, baby. You had every right to put him in his place." She reassured him.

"Why did you send me away then?" He asked, this time looking down at her.

"I wanted you to calm yourself down, that's all," She said, giving him a small smile as she finally was able to make eye contact.

"Not embarrassed of me?" He whispered, his hand moving down to land on hers. Now causing her hand to rest against his stomach.

"Never," she said, moving up to kiss his lips. He kissed her back instantly, loving how safe he felt underneath her touch.

She pulled away and stared at him for a few seconds. Sensing something in his head as he kept looking down at her bra.

"You want to cum on it, don't you?" She laughed. Eddie blushed immediately, she could feel the hand on hers get wet with sweat.

"a little" he squeaked out, hips wiggling when her free hand moved to unbutton his black jeans.

"after all, it is your bra" she teased.

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Part Five: Come, Come On

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) - complete

Rating: Mature Word Count: 2455 Ships: Steddie Major Tags: Jealousy, The Pining Is Mutual Actually, Getting Together Additional Tags: Smut, Steve Harrington Has A Praise Kink

Author’s Note: Banner by @xirayn.

Read it on Ao3

They stumble into Steve’s unlit bedroom, because they both know he has the better mattress.

(Even though Eddie has been trying to pretend he doesn’t know that ever since the day they moved in and Steve had joked, ‘I bet my mattress is better than yours’—and no shit Sherlock, but then Steve hadn’t let it go until Eddie had rolled his eyes and laid on it to officially confirm its superiority.)

Steve lands on his back, Eddie’s hands holding his wrists down to either side of his head and Eddie’s knees to either side of his hips and Eddie practically sitting on his lap. Another press of lips and ragged breathing into each other’s mouths has Steve arching up, not fighting where he’s being held but seeking contact, and Eddie wants to fucking combust.

“Wanted this,” Steve moans into his mouth. “You. Fuck, Eds—”

“Of course you did,” Eddie growls back.

Whether he believes him or not, Eddie has spent too long stewing to let this happen totally on Steve’s terms. That’s not how this is going to go. So he pushes himself up, out of range.

Steve whines, trying to roll his hips again and still not getting what he wants.

“I was trying to be, be cool about it,” he says desperately.

Eddie’s eyebrows disappear behind his bangs. “Cool? Is that the word the popular kids are using for ‘slutty’ these days?”

Steve pouts, all bratty and defiant, and nods down between them. “You don’t seem to mind that much.”

‘He likes for people to see what they’re missing out on by not being with him,’ Nancy had said.

Well, fuck that. Right now, Eddie decides, is all about showing Steve what he’s missed by not being with him. He leans down and bites at the junction of Steve’s neck and shoulder, first with teeth and then with suction, and Steve moans, trapped wrists jerking under Eddie’s hands and pressing up into his rings.

“Yes, okay, yeah, yes,” Steve is babbling, “I was being slutty, oh fuck—”

“Yeah, I know,” Eddie says roughly, licking over the spot when he’s done, “that’s better. So much better when it’s me you’re moaning for.” (He’s never actually heard Steve moaning for anyone else, he’s been careful about that. But he’s thought about it. Punched a few walls over it, and on one occasion a door—which had been very ill-advised, because the damn thing had rebounded off the wall and smacked him in the face. No one is ever going to hear about that, not even on his deathbed.) “Wanna tell me why you were being so slutty, sweetheart?”

And god, the way Steve’s throat bobs at the endearment. “Wanted you to look at me.”

“I was looking at you anyway.”

Enjoying the pink flush that paints Steve’s cheeks at that, Eddie moves both captive wrists up to above the man’s head, pins them with one hand while the other scrabbles down for the button on his own jeans. A groan of relief spills out when he gets that undone and the zipper down, adjusting himself to no longer be so tightly confined, and then he wastes no time going after Steve’s as well.

“But what can I say?” He nips at Steve’s earlobe, worrying it in his teeth to elicit a series of gasps. “Guess I got a little jealous, Steve—or was that what you were going for?”

“Kind of,” Steve admits, his pout a shade more contrite now. His arms are relaxed where Eddie is holding them above his head but his hips strain with every beat at the pulse point Eddie is nuzzling now, like he just can’t help himself. “I didn’t—I think I did it wrong.”

“Mm, and why’s that?” Eddie murmurs against his skin.

“It took too, ah, too fucking long, Eds, please. . . .”

The whine, the way Steve turns his head to seek another kiss, need rolling off him like steam from a kettle quickly coming to a boil, has Eddie immediately indulging him.

(Indulging both of them, really.)

Keeps playing with him while Steve spills about the whole thing. About how knowing Eddie liked guys didn’t mean he’d like him, and feeling self-conscious about having no experience with guys himself. When Eddie had backed off from dancing with him, he’d spiraled into thinking that maybe it was because of the uncaring asshole that he’d been back in high school; that maybe there was no forgiving King Steve.

(Which is fucking ridiculous, because Steve had literally saved his life and that bought a hell of a lot of leeway.)

So he’d set about proving that he was serious, which. . . . “You know how the last time I was any good at dating was in high school?”

(Debatable. By all accounts, King Steve had been pretty slutty before he’d landed Nancy as a girlfriend, though he had landed her. They’d dated for a whole calendar year, even. And Steve hadn’t exactly been going through a dry spell in the spring of ‘86, before that last brush with the Upside Down.)

“And back then,” Steve continues breathlessly as Eddie strokes a ringed knuckle over the front of his boxers, “it usually worked to, uh. Pretend I didn’t care? It, it drove the girls nuts. So I thought—f-fuck—”

Oh my god, Eddie thinks, feeling his face go completely slack. Oh my god. This is either too funny to be real or so stupid he can’t stand it.

“So,” he says slowly. “You decided to woo me by . . . sleeping with other people.”

(Holy fuck, he was going to kill Nancy. Steve had been jealous of him getting laid because he wanted Eddie’s attention, that’s what had been going on with Steve. And she’d fucking known it.)

Steve whines. “Don’t make me defend it.”

“No no, science is on your side, Steve.” The ‘I really like you’ and ‘I think about you all the time’ parts of the conversation are starting to sink in now, zipping around in Eddie’s blood and making him feel almost manic. The growing damp spot on the front of Steve’s underwear is also a contributing factor.

(Holy fuck, Steve wants me.)

Eddie can’t help the grin that stretches across his face as he continues, “You’re like a bird showing off his sexy plumage and ability to attract a lot of mates—”

“Wanted to make sure I knew how to be good for you, if you ever gave me a chance,” Steve blurts out. “But I haven’t, I haven’t done everything. Eddie, I want you. Not just to show me the rest—that too, please god that too because you’re so, y-you’re—but not just that.”

They should probably talk about all of this more. Except Eddie is tired of talking, tired of anything that isn’t kissing Steve now that that’s apparently a thing he can do.

He breaks away after another moment though, shoving Steve’s shirt impatiently up his chest. “This needs to come off.”

“Just the shirt?”

Brat, even now. Eddie bites sharply at his bottom lip. “Depends on how much you want to give me, sweetheart.”

“Everything,” Steve groans. “Fuck, Eds, all of it. All of me. ‘S yours. Yes.” Which is really all he needed to hear, isn’t it?

That was all he’d ever needed to hear.

Eddie has been thinking about this for a long, long time. In the privacy of his room, in the shower, in his dreams. He’s thought about what Steve would sound like, what he’d feel like, what he’d like, when—

Well. Now, with their clothes flung in all directions and Eddie’s rings on the side table and Steve face-down on the mattress, clutching at the sheets with every fraction of an inch that Eddie eases inside of him, moaning with every little teasing rock back only to push further in. Slowly—because despite his hookups this is one of the things Steve somehow hasn’t done. And when Eddie is buried in him to the hilt, still pushing his ass hopefully back to take more, Jesus H. Christ.

“God, look at you,” Eddie murmurs, breathless. “You fucking love this, don’t you, Stevie?” He has one hand in the other man’s hair, pulling until Steve glances back at him and gives a dazed nod.

“Can you,” Steve pants, eyelids fluttering at another tug of his hair, “can you. . . ?”

Apparently unable to assemble the words, he gives up and lets his mouth fall open, craning back to look up with the side of his forehead braced against the mattress. His tongue lolls invitingly, making Eddie shudder.

“Shit, sweetheart.” Eddie leaves his hand in Steve’s hair, brings the other one up from Steve’s hip instead and slides two fingers into his mouth. Kiss-reddened lips close over them immediately, eager to the point of almost jumping the gun, and Steve moans around the digits as his eyes roll back and he begins to suckle. “Fuck. . . .” Eddie bites his lip, cock throbbing inside him in response. “You just want somebody filling you up all the time, huh Stevie? Is that what you want?”

Another obscene moan and the suction increases—and, yeah, if this is a ploy to get him to pick up the pace then it’s working. There’s no way he’s going to last long.

“You were jealous too, weren’t you,” Eddie breathes heavily into the shell of Steve’s ear as he builds up to a faster tempo, tingling all over because this is fucking happening. “That’s why you let the bartender take my keys, hmm? Why you walked me home? You wanted to get me out of there and have me all to yourself, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” comes the shaky but heartfelt reply around his fingers, a brief interruption in the wet heat and suction.

Eddie licks along his neck, biting down on the tendons there just hard enough to leave imprints in time with his next thrust, and the admission is just as delicious as Steve’s skin. “God, you’re so fucking good like this.”

Steve makes a low, desperate noise beneath him, flushing and fluttering around him, and isn’t that an interesting reaction.

‘I don’t mind you bossing me around.’

“You like being good, baby?” And oh, the muffled whine in response shivers down Eddie’s spine in the best possible way. He slides his fingers out, cups his palm by Steve’s mouth and, obediently, Steve spits. (Not that they need it, with the mess Steve is making of himself; he just wanted to see if he would.) “Good boy.”

“Eddie,” Steve groans. He also cries out when Eddie’s hand smears down his chest and wraps wetly around him.

“That’s it,” Eddie pants, bracing himself from a new angle and nipping at his ear, his jaw, his pulse point. “Wanna hear you, big boy. Make those pretty noises for me, mmmn—Let me hear it and I’ll let you come.”

(Next time, he swears to himself, Steve will be facing him so he can see while it happens. Next time he’s going to draw it out.)

Steve keeps making these low, desperate noises while rocking between his hand and his cock like he can’t decide which one he wants more, captivated in perpetual motion between the two. There’s curly hair in Eddie’s face, in his eyes, sweat-dampened and draped over Steve’s shoulders.

(Next time, if he doesn’t get to tie his hair back and get Steve’s cock in his mouth he’s going to mutiny against the universe.)

“Close,” Steve gasps desperately, the word bursting out in all its cracked glory as he chases the pleasure that Eddie is both wringing out of and pounding into him.

“Good,” Eddie, breathing hard, is about five seconds from coming undone, pressing wet kisses against his neck and shoulder as he doubles his efforts to give Steve his absolute best, to ruin him for anyone else. (As though it’s not the other way around, as if any other man could possibly compare to Steve fucking Harrington, the dude who’d literally carried him out of hell.) “Come for me, sweetheart, be a good boy—”

At the command, Steve goes taut so immediately that the orgasm seems to somehow catch him by surprise. It catches Eddie too, Steve’s tight heat convulsing around him—sweeps him up and tumbles him in his own body until he can no longer tell up from down.

His toes curl, and when he catches his breath several minutes later, he can’t remember the last time he experienced that particular cliche. If ever.

(Absolutely goddamn ruined.)

Steve is adorably pliant when Eddie rolls him gently out of the wet spot on the comforter for a quick wipe down with a warm washcloth. He moves slow and sweet as honey, grinning dazedly up with his eyes barely open. “Stay?” he murmurs hopefully.

Despite some lingering uncertainties, Eddie smiles softly back as he traces over scars that echo his own. They really are like a matching set. “You want me to, baby?”

“Yeah. . . . ‘Sgonna be cold though, comforter’s dirty.”

“You don’t say.”

“Mm.” To emphasize the point, Steve wriggles lazily until he’s off the comforter—Eddie just sits back and enjoys the show—and kicks it off the bed. “You’ll have to hold me.”

Eddie snorts, but he’s grinning. “You wanna be the little spoon, Stevie?”

“Learned lots of new things about myself over the past few months,” Steve replies, sounding very pleased with himself.

Well, Eddie thinks, appraising and giddy and edging on interested in going again sometime soon because he’s in bed with Steve goddamn Harrington. The guy is an Adonis, all broad, strong shoulders and kiss-reddened smile and everything Eddie has been kind of obsessed with for years. Why not be the dish that ran away with the spoon, in the end?

He does make a quick trip to his own room to grab the blanket off his bed, though, because he spent too many winters in a poorly insulated trailer to run the risk of sleeping cold, no matter how much of a heat source Steve is. After all that life and death stuff, he figures they’ve both earned that comfort.

Earned treating this like it means something, because it does.

It’s everything.

A few weeks later, when Robin inevitably visits them in their shitty two-bedroom apartment, she sleeps in the second room. She openly makes fun of them for two years of friendship and two really dramatic nights to figure their shit out, too—nothing that Eddie hasn’t already heard from Nancy, really, and Steve takes it with resigned good grace.

Eddie loves him so fucking much. He’ll tell him one of these days.

(. . . Lie.)

(He’s already written it on the J-card of the mix tape he’s made for their one-month anniversary.)

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