#baby daddy!eddie munson

[lesservillain]

baby daddy!eddie x mom!reader

cw: smut, non established relationship, best friend!eddie as well, idiots in love

wc: 3.8k

Closing the door as gently as he could, Eddie tip toed down the hall of the trailer and rounded into the kitchen to get himself a beer. He’d played hard enough with Autumn that she could barely keep her eyes open through her bath, but that also meant he wore himself out in the process. So after cracking open a can, he plops his ass down and turns on the TV, ready to chill until he passes out on the couch.

Well, that was the plan. Just as he got comfortable, there was a small knock on the trailer door. With a frustrated sigh, Eddie jumps back up, mumbling something about people coming to his house so late at night.

“Listen, I’ve told you all I don’t fucking deal anymore—Woah!”

Instead of some annoying kids looking for weed, Eddie was met with your sniffling nose and tear stained cheeks. He immediately went into best friend mode, wrapping you in a big hug and letting you get those emotions out.

After some crying and a soaked shoulder later, you finally peel yourself away from Eddie and attempted to talk, but only babbling came out.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Eddie says, thumbs rubbing the tops of your shoulders. “Just calm down and tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you?”

You shook your head, doing your best to compose yourself.

“He-he-he g-got mar-married,” you hiccup out.

Eddie blinks at you. He knows exactly what you were talking about. Dustin told him back when that Harrington met a girl about 6 months ago and apparently they hit it off right away. The last thing he wanted to do was tell you about her considering your long time pining for him Especially considering he’s the reason Harrington would never ask you out. But you ended up finding out on your own, and devastated couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt.

It seemed soon in Eddie’s opinion, granted he would marry you tomorrow if you would say yes. When Dustin told him that he was going to be the best man that the wedding, Eddie had mixed feelings. He knew that it would kill you when you found out. That you’d react exactly as you were now.

Actually, you’re doing a little better than he anticipated.

“He came into the store and,” you blew your nose into the toilet paper he grabbed for you, “and I saw the ring on his finger when he was getting his money out of his wallet.”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.

“They haven’t even known each other that long! He’s such an idiot…”

“I’ve been trying to tell you that,” Eddie jokes, rolling his eyes.

“Oh god, what if--do you think it’s because she’s pregnant?”

Eddie’s pretty sure Dustin would have told him if that was the reason why, but it’s not an unreasonable guess.

“I don’t know, could be? Or maybe Steve Harrington is just an idiot like you said. And maybe they’ll be divorced by this time next year. Who knows, right?”

You sighed, leaning into Eddie and resting your head against him. “I don’t even know why I’m so upset. He was never going to ask me out anyway. No one wants a young single mom. Steve has his whole life to do what he wants, why would he be with someone who has so much baggage?”

“Hey, don’t say that about Audy,” Eddie scolds.

“No, I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant,” you correct, “I was talking about myself. I’d never be with someone who didn’t accept Autumn. Even Steve Harrington. I just…I’m damaged goods, Eddie.”

Eddie could feel himself getting upset but didn’t want to make things worse right now, so he took a few breathes to steady himself. He said your name sternly, pulling your full attention to him.

“I don’t like it when you say things like that. It makes me feel like it’s my fault--”

“Eddie,” you stop him before he can get another word out, “You know that you didn’t do anything wrong. I’ve told you before that if I was going to get pregnant right out of high school with anyone that I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else but you.”

Eddie knows this, and he feels the same. But it’s not what he wants.

Even though it was all a total accident, he hoped that night the two of you spent together was going to be the next step for both of you. And even though he was scared after you told him with tears in your eyes then that he had gotten you pregnant, he wished with all his might that it would bring the two of you closer together.

Which it did in a way. Obviously the two of you would be bound together for the rest of your lives, but it wasn’t in the way he wanted. You still were head over heels for Steve, and there was no way Eddie could even compare to the king.

“Yeah…I know.” He says somberly. Your brows pinch, making him worried he should have said something else.

Then your expression changed. You looked at him intensely for a moment, before your eyes became lidded and…were you leaning in?

Eddie thought fast, making a quick decision to put his hand over your mouth, stopping you in your tracks. Your eyes go wide as dinner plates, tears perching on your waterline as what hot embarrassment washes over you.

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, suddenly regretting everything. This could have been his chance and he was an idiot.

You pull his hand from his mouth, sitting in silence for a moment before you begin to laugh. It catches Eddie off guard and he freezes.

“Eddie, I should be the one apologizing,” you say with giggles. “I’m the one who was stupid enough to try and kiss her best friend for a second time. We both know what happened the first time and the last thing we need is history to repeat itself.”

Eddie still felt conflicted. Your tone wasn’t sitting right with him, like there was some level of self depreciation in your words.

After a moment you stop laughing. Your face warps into worry as you stand from the couch.

“I-I need to go—“

“No, wait!” Eddie stands to grab your wrist before you could run away. He pulls you into him and hugs you tightly to him. You stand still before slowly wrapping your arms around him, gripping his shirt in your hands.

“Listen, I know you’re going through a lot emotionally right now, but…I’m here for whatever you need. Even if…” He trails off for a moment, knowing that he’s just going to hurt himself if he lets you use him. But he can’t turn you away when you need him. He’d rather you take advantage of his feelings than run off to someone else who would hook up with you without second thought.

“Even if it means crossing a boundary that we’ve already crossed before.”

Eddie feels you press into him harder, face buried in his chest. And when you look up at him, Eddie thinks he could melt into a puddle and let you mold him to however you’d like.

“I don’t think I should make any rash decisions right now,” you say with a sniffle. “I think I just need to clear my head. Let myself rot in my own misery instead of dumping it all on you.”

“Or,” Eddie says with a smile, “you could rot with me. I rented some movies and some beers in the fridge that have your name on them. I think we have some leftover pizza still, too.”

Your smile was so bright it was comparable to the sun rising. There was nothing in the world that could keep him down as long as you were happy. Eddie probably would have dropped out of school after his second failure if you hadn’t simply smiled at him and told him that he would graduate next year, for sure. He probably only did because you smiled at him every time he got a good grade.

The way you hugged him for a long time after a report card with no F’s on it kept Eddie’s head in the zone that last school year. And, well, the way your body felt under his when he finally graduated…

Eddie shook his head, wracking his brain for anything to keep his mind from thinking about that night right now. There’s no way him getting a boner while you were still holding on to him so tight would be good.

“I think that sounds like a good idea,” you finally say after staring up at him for several beats. But Eddie caught the somber look in your eyes. It was going to take a lot of distracting to get you in a good head space.

“You know, I think we might still have some popcorn, too.”

After a few drinks, some weed, and a movie and a half later, Eddie finds himself waking up on his couch at some point after falling asleep. The bright, staticy screen causes him to squint his eyes, turning his head enough to bump his chin against the top of your head.

Eddie looks down at where you’re leaning into his side. He vaguely remembers wrapping an arm around you before the two of you had succumbed to sleep. It pains him to possibly wake you but the urge to pee is what startled him awake in the first place, so he does his best to untangle himself from you and sneaks to the bathroom.

On the way back to the couch, Eddie decided to stop in his room and grab a blanket for the two of you. But when he returns, he finds you sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Hey,” you croak out, looking at him with squinted eyes.

“Hey,” he whispers back. “I brought us a blanket.”

You stretch before standing up from the couch. “I should probably head home, Eddie.”

“Sweetheart its,” he leans to check the time on the microwave, “3 in the morning.”

Your eyes go wide, hands running over your face. “It is? Fuuuuck.”

“Just stay,” Eddie says, walking over to you and wrapping you up in the blanket. You groan, feeling conflicted on if you should stay and sleep on Eddie’s couch or if you should brave the drive home.

“Hey, if you stay, you don’t have to drive all the way over here to get Fae in the morning.”

“Ugh, okay you got me,” you say, giving in. You sit back down on the couch and start to make yourself comfortable.

“Wait, you can sleep in my bed. Promise I don’t bite.”

That took less convincing as you pop back up, dragging the blankets behind you as you wobble to Eddie’s room. Eddie laughs as you plop into his bed, stealing one of his pillows to make yourself comfortable.

“Hey save some room for me,” he says, walking around to the other side to climb in. He lays next to you, adjusting in an obnoxious manner that has you giggling. You turn to face him and he does the same.

“I love you,” you say at the tail end of a giggle. It’s something said frequently between the two of you. Genuine as it’s spoken after years of friendship.

“Love you, too,” Eddie says with a sigh. Sleep soon takes you both over again. The only sounds that can be heard is the sound of the a/c doing its best to cool down the trailer.

Eddie felt himself waking once again, this time much more comfortably in his own bed. He yawned, shaking a bit as the feeling of waking overcame his body.

The sun peaking through the cracks of his curtains gave the room just enough light that he could see the room with a slight glow. Turning his head, he chanced to see if you were still laying with him. He had a dream that you’d left with Autumn and ran away with Steve that left a sick feeling in his stomach.

Much to his delight you were indeed still occupying the bed with him. Smiling wide as you looked at him, already awake where you lay.

“Mornin’,” he says in his morning voice, and your eyes flicker.

“Morning,” you squeak back. As Eddie turns to face you, your hand finds its way out from under the covers and reaches out towards him. Your fingers gently glide across his cheek, rubbing against the stubble as you push his hair out of his face.

The way you’re looking at him has Eddie’s tummy feeling funny, but in a different way from his dream. You’re looking at him the same way he looks at you.

Suddenly, you push yourself up on your arm, hand still on his cheek as you start to lean in once again. Eddie’s heart beats hard against his chest as you close the distance between the two of you, your lips meeting his in a soft kiss.

It lasts a few moments, and Eddie melts into it. It was a kiss like none he’s ever had before. Not even compared to the last time the two of you kissed before Autumn was born. This kiss felt like a hot cup of coffee on a cold winter morning, the warmth spreading to every part of his body as he drank you in.

When you pulled away, Eddie chased after you, not wanting it to end so soon unknowing if it would ever happen again. When you don’t kiss him again, his eyes finally open to meet yours. They’re bouncing everywhere, scanning his face as if looking for an answer written on his skin.

“Eddie…”

But Eddie doesn’t let you ponder much longer, hand snaking around your head to pull you into him once more. This time more feverishly, the heat palpable between the two of you.

You shift so that you can bury your hands in his hair, and Eddie takes advantage of this to move himself above you. Eddie kisses you into the pillow beneath you, long kisses turning into passionate smacking, poking the fire that was burning between you.

“Tell me to stop,” Eddie says as his lips begin to move down your cheek and to your neck. He says your name breathily, “Tell me now, because I won't be able to stop once this starts.”

“I-I can’t. I won’t,” you stutter, hands grabbing at his waist as he kisses and nips at your neck. Eddie breathes against you, body alight knowing that you wanted this as much as him.

“But,” you say, stopping him in his tracks. You give him a coy smile, nodding towards the door. “You better make it quick. You know she’ll wake up at any moment.”

Eddie huffs out a laugh, “Don’t gotta tell me twice. Better get to work then.”

Eddie suddenly lifts the blanket above the both of you and disappears underneath it. Soft kisses leave a trail from your knees to the apex between them. Eddie slips his fingers in the hem of the sleep pants he let you borrow, pulling them down with your panties in one quick motion. There was barely any light to see, so he decided to just dive in tongue first.

He ate you out like a man starved. Your thighs try hard to wrap around him as he works you up on his tongue, but his strong arms hold you open for him. Eddie groans at the way your fingers grip his hair, tugging just enough to burn so good against his scalp.

Once he added fingers, you had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself quiet. It was like Eddie knew exactly what you liked, because not long after you were coming undone, riding his face as you did.

Eddie crawls up your body, head resting between your breasts as he pokes out from under the covers.

“Jesus, Eddie,” you pant, looking at him in awe.

“And that’s not even the best part,” he teases, making you roll your eyes at him. You grab his face and bring him closer to you, tasting yourself on his lips as you kiss him again.

Eddie rolls his hips subconsciously, and you can feel how hard he is as he grinds against you. You want to say you also forgot how big he was, but it’s something you didn’t want to admit you thought about often.

Your hand travels between you, fingers trailing against his skin as you reach the hem of his boxers. Slipping under it, you feel your way to his hard cock, taking it in your hand to pump him. He whines against your lips, hips moving faster in your grip. You watch with awe struck eyes as his beautiful face contorts in pleasure above you.

“Please,” he pants out as he fucks your hand, “Wanna be inside you. Can I?”

You nod silently, unbelievably turned on by your best friend for the second time now.

He works fast pulling his boxers off quickly, a loud thwaping coming from his cock smacking against his stomach after getting caught on the waistband. Your eyes go wide as you take in his size.

After almost 2 years you’re still shocked at what Eddie Munson is packing. Those dumb ass cheerleaders that picked the bone head jocks over him have no idea what they missed out on.

Eddie settled himself between your legs, spitting on his own cock to get it good and wet before rubbing it in your soaked folds. You had a moment of clarity, realizing that Eddie wasn’t wearing a condom. You opened your mouth to speak, but your words got caught up in a moan as Eddie pushed his way inside of you.

The stretch took your breath away. Eddie seesawed his way into your tight cunt, opening you up on his cock until he was balls deep inside of you. He placed his hands on either hip and started moving, holding you tight as he worked up his pace.

Every thrust felt like too much and not enough at the same time. The constant knocking against your sweet spot had you seeing stars quickly, still worked up from him eating you out. The pretty sounds that Eddie was making wasn’t helping either, but you still had enough mind to shush him so that he wouldn’t wake your daughter.

Eddie’s pace quickens, and he makes the fatal mistake of adding his thumb to the mix. It only throttles you to the edge for a second time this morning. It’s not much longer before your vision goes white, toes curling as your orgasm takes over. It's probably the hardest you’ve cum in a long time.

“Oh, fuck.”

You barely registered Eddie’s words, but you definitely felt the reason behind his curses. Eddie was cumming deep inside you, balls emptying into your pussy as you were still riding out your own orgasm.

In the moment it felt amazing, but the post orgasm bliss left you crashing as you realized the very real situation you were both in.

Eddie felt himself being pushed by you, taking him out of his own high as he stumbled back on his ass. As you open your mouth to speak, Eddie is hit with a wave of deja vu with every word.

“Did you fucking cum in me?” The words came out in slow motion and Eddie’s body broke out in cold sweat.

“I-I’m sorry. I was going to pull out, I just—“

“What? You forgot? Are you kidding me Eddie? Do you not remember what happened the last time?”

Right on cue, your daughter's whines could be heard from across the hall. You sigh, kicking the covers completely away from you and grabbing the pajama pants you had back on.

“Listen, I really am sorry,” Eddie says, looking at you with big, sad eyes. You groan, unable to stay mad at him when he looks at you like that.

“What are we going to do then, Eddie?” You ask him, walking out of his bedroom to get your daughter.

Eddie sits on the bed for a moment and thinks. He knows that you getting pregnant again while Autumn’s only and a half isn't ideal. Not that you being pregnant is ideal anyway, but honestly Eddie wouldn’t be mad about it.

He was so head over heels for both you and Autumn that he doesn’t hate the idea of another person to love is the worst thing. But he’s also not the one doing all the hard work. And if it wasn’t obvious the first time that having a kid wouldn’t fix any problems, then having a second would probably not make much of a difference in your feelings towards him.

The door opens again and Eddie watches as you enter with a squealing toddler on your hip, clearly happy to see both mommy and daddy.

“Morning, sweet girl,” Eddie cooes, scooping his baby up and smothering her with kisses, sending Autumn into a fit of giggles.

“I went ahead and changed her. If you want to dress her I’ll make breakfast.”

Eddie gave you a quick salute as you went to the kitchen, leaving him and your mini me to get ready for the day. It took a lot of wrestling but he was able to get the little one dressed, including hair done, and looking presentable for the day.

Fixing her up in her highchair, Eddie sat at the small kitchen table and breathed a sigh of relief. You shook your head at his theatrics, setting breakfast down for the both of them.

“Hey, I was thinking,” Eddie said, spooning some applesauce into Autumn’s mouth. “After we eat, why don’t I follow you to the pharmacy and we can pick you up a Plan B?”

You quirk an eyebrow in amusement. “You have Plan B money this time?”

“Ha ha,” Eddie laughs dryly at your reference to the last time you had sex, the both of you freaking out over having no money. Thankfully Eddie was able to get a good job at Hawkins Auto Body when you got pregnant. He makes pretty good money now considering he was able to get his own trailer. Money is still tight, but he can manage.

“Fine, better eat up then, or else you’re gonna have two mouths to feed instead of one.”

Eddie looks at your daughter, spitting image of him, besides your nose, and smiles. Maybe now isn’t the right time, but…maybe one day.

[madelynraemunson]

𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌.

you and ex-husband!eddie are called into the school because your daughter punched somebody.

wc: 418 words

it’s a random thursday when you and eddie get called to principal hackett’s office at hawkin’s middle school.

your daughter punched someone. a little boy, to be exact.

“but guys,” aubrey whimpers. “you don’t understand. i can explain.”

“you better have a good explanation,” you snap, angrily placing your hands on your hips. “what did we tell you about keeping our hands to ourselves? you don’t hit people, EVER.”

a ginormous grin spreads across principal hackett’s face. there was something about a munson getting in trouble that gave him the ultimate satisfaction. and the fact that it was happening with the newest generation now too probably sent him on a pleasure high.

“but—” aubrey protests.

“no buts,” eddie scorns. “you listen to your mom and i. AND you got dress coded? what did dad say about leaving the house in a crop top? you’re a minor, you wear them at home only.”

“well when i got dress coded, i was going to change,” aubrey sniffs. “but then bennett carver called me a slut and said that i was asking for it. it being dress coded, but there was still a double meaning. so i punched him.”

your eyes meet eddie’s instantly. there’s a fire in his gaze that emits an anger permittable for prison. he wants to hug aubrey. wants to tell her she did everything right. but there was a show to put on.

“getting dress coded and punching someone tears it, aubs,” eddie huffs. his eyes wander over to yours to see if you’re catching on.

you absolutely are.

“what?!” aubrey exclaims.

“your father is right,” you agree. “now come on. we are pulling you out of school early so you can think about what you did.”

suddenly it clicks in aubrey’s head. she knows she’s not in trouble, and that mom and dad have her back. she could tell that there was so much you and eddie had to lecture her about…it’ll just be at scoops ahoy today! (😋🍦)

“bye bye, aubrey,” principal hackett smirks as you three head on out. “let’s make good choices when we come back, huh?”

“yes sir,” aubrey sighs, issuing a fake pout in the process.

slinging your daughter’s backpack over his shoulder, your ex husband waits until aubrey skips out of earshot to give you his two cents.

“i never liked that kid’s dad anyways,” eddie mutters.

“neither did i,” you shrug in agreement.

and as you two walk out together side by side, proud of the spunky “do no harm, take no shit” badass you raised, both you and eddie issue each other a sneaky, under the belt high-five.

atta girl, aubrey.

in loving memory of aubreigh 💐

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[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve who always smiled sweetly and said, “It's my daddy’s money” whenever someone asked how he could afford those sport cars and high-brand clothes when he was just a college student.

And since he had always been known for having rich parents, no one suspected anything.

Except they didn't know his parents had cut him off after he came out years ago.

And they certainly wouldn't expect his “daddy” to be the infamous rockstar Eddie Munson, either.

[2jihiir0]

“Make it quick… baby’s sleeping..”

🚬🥃🖤⛓️

Older scruffier trailer trash Eddie that takes care of younger Steve while running some illegal businesses. I saw the new Hoard trailer and this sort of happened ?? My brain has been melting ever since.

Anyways enjoy loves~

[wheneverfeasible]

🧠🪱Wriggly Wednesday🪱🧠

Thanks for the tag @stervrucht!

So I was literally just thinking about Sugar Daddy Steddie with rockstar Eddie, coincidentally enough…

🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞

Okay so get this. Eddie Munson is some fucking metal legend. Corroded Coffin made it big, right? Right out of high school some scout saw them playing and swooped them up immediately, and before you knew it they were household names. Even people who don’t listen to metal know who they are.

And look, Steve Harrington? Metal is so not his scene. That much is obvious with his striped polos and overly large noise cancelling headphones, but he’s there in the crowd, front row, with a pack of teenagers scampering about. Obviously not his own, but he’s watching them, a glorified babysitter. He looks kind of bitchy, but the occasional fond smile settles over his lips as he takes in the lot who are having the time of their lives.

They all have backstage passes and are there for Dustin’s birthday because Corroded Coffin is his all-time favorite band and he’s always wanted to meet the guy he idol worships. They go backstage, meet the band, and it’s great. Fantastic even. The band is a lot more down to earth than Steve had been expecting, and there’s no naked ladies or drugs in obvious places, so he decides maybe they aren’t too terrible.

Except the frontman keeps hitting on Steve.

At first it was startling, because Steve isn’t some cheap whore (no hate to actual cheap whores, Steve is 100% sex work positive, but he’s there as a babysitter), but Eddie doesn’t spend the whole time hitting on Steve. He actually spends the majority of it talking to Dustin and the others, and he gives way more free shit to the teens than was agreed upon with the backstage passes, and he and the rest of the band sign anything and everything the teens want.

(Eddie also offers to sign Steve’s tits, which gets him a flat glare.)

And that should be it when they leave. Except Eddie slips Steve his number. For when he’s not acting a babysitter.

And that’s the thing. When Steve isn’t in babysitter mode? Fuck. Eddie Munson could get it.

Steve might not be a whore, but he is a bit of a slut. And Eddie had been far more charming that he let it be revealed, not least of which being because of how he handled Dustin and the others, especially sweet El. He’d absolutely beamed when she called his outfit “bitchin’” and there was no artifice there.

Now, Steve wasn’t some groupie, but…he wasn’t opposed to hooking up with a hot rockstar in a band he couldn’t really care about if it got him some good dick.

And good dick he gets. But first, Eddie actually takes him out, taking him out to a really nice and fancy restaurant, despite Steve not dressing for the occasion expecting this to be a hit-it-and-quit-it situation, but Eddie pays off the staff to look the other way. After all, Eddie’s not really dressed all that appropriately either.

Then Eddie takes him for an honest-to-god moonlit carriage ride around the park, complete with flowers and cheesy romantic music. Steve would like to say he was unaffected, but it really did it for him. He was a romantic sap but he was used to being the one always having to be the giver, never the receiver. It was…nice. And sweet, because god, Eddie Munson was secretly a sweetheart when you got him alone.

And then, after the sweet and romantic date, the two of them have the most disrespectful sex of Steve’s life.

He can’t get enough of it.

He knows what this is, however. He knows someone like Eddie Munson probably does this every tour, picking up some random person and wining and dining them and then teaching them things that would make the Kama Sutra blush.

Except, when he sneaks out Eddie’s room in the hotel penthouse in the morning, bruised and rumpled in all the right ways, the rest of the band lounging in the sitting room are as surprised to see him as he is to see them. Because, it turns out, apparently Eddie doesn’t do this. At least not to the extent he showed Steve.

No one was ever asked to stay until morning, at least.

But Steve has to go home, and he thinks that’s it. But then Eddie comes out and asks for a second date when he tries to leave. Offers more backstage passes to the next show for the kids, and Steve is hesitant to say yes, and that’s when Eddie hits him with another surprise.

Eddie says that he doesn’t care that Steve is a babysitter or a nanny or whatever, he isn’t doing this out of pity over Steve’s financial issues, which he accompanies with a slight tug at the worn and slightly frayed edges of Steve’s polo. He says that he just wants to treat Steve right because Steve deserves it. That he wants to buy him pretty things and shower him with whatever he wants. Wants to keep having the sweetest dates with the most disrespectful sex with him.

And Steve…well. Steve is stumped.

Sure, he’s wearing old clothes, but he thought he was just having a dick appointment. And yeah, he was a babysitter, but the teens were actually weirdly his friends despite the age differences, not to mention many were the younger siblings of his other, more age appropriate friends. And yeah, Steve had blushed when Eddie mentioned going to a fancy restaurant and said he didn’t have the money for it, but that’s because he left his wallet behind because, as previously stated, he’d thought this was just a dick appointment.

But you see, Steve Harrington was the CEO of a major international corporation that had been in the Harrington family for generations who, once Steve took the helm from his father, had also recently begun work in far more charitable organizations and activities. His company was, in fact, one of the major donors that supported the arena in which Corroded Coffin had just played in last night. The company’s logo, a small crown with the company’s initials, was printed on all the tickets and on the backstage passes.

How else would Steve have been able to afford over half a dozen of them if he was living on just a babysitter’s salary.

Yet, here was Eddie, offering to be his…sugar daddy?

Steve would have laughed, was tempted to even, but Eddie looked so genuine and earnest and like truly all he wanted was to spend more time with Steve.

And really. Steve was so used to having to be the one to provide luxuries for his dates, to be the one in charge, to always have to give give give. Maybe, just maybe, he could play along with Eddie’s utter misunderstanding and take just a little bit. He’d pay Eddie back when the rockstar got bored of him and moved on, so really, what was the harm?

So yeah, Steve just smiles and says Okay, Daddy, and accepts the goddamn gifts Eddie had apparently already bought for him even before their date, and he lets himself have his fun.

After all, it’s not like it’s gonna turn into anything long lasting, right? Nothing serious, right? And there’s absolutely no way that they could ever fall in love…

…right?

Aaaaand yeah. Other things that I envision could pop up in the story:

Robin is his best friend and works for him with international clients due to being polylingual. She discovers what is going on and calls him a dingus. She also wants all the gossip.

Dustin finds a diamond studded collar in his bedroom that says “Babygirl” and asks if Steve is getting a dog. He was looking for something to wear to impress a date and Steve forgot Eddie’s latest gift was still on his bed.

Steve is in full sugar baby mode when they accidentally run into one of Steve’s business associates and/or they are at one of the venue locations Steve secretly owns and he’s trying desperately to hide anything that might have his name or face on it.

In the end, Steve starts buying Eddie expensive gifts too which freaks Eddie out because he doesn’t want Steve to waste what little money he has on him. Or so he thinks.

Some big angsty misunderstandings and the truth finally being revealed. It ends with them agreeing to spoil each other, but only Steve gets to be called “Babygirl” and Eddie remains “Daddy”. Everyone is sick of how in love they are.

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[scoops-aboy86]

I just saw a post about a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship but with the ages switched, so the one with money is in his twenties and the financially struggling one is in his forties. And I thought, wouldn't that be GREAT as a Steddie fic. 

Like, heir to the Harrington fortune Steve is just itching to dump his parents’ money down the drain on something. Or someone, because. You know. His parents tried to buy his love without ever being around to deserve it and that worked out Great, might as well continue the Harrington tradition (he thinks, while rolling his eyes). 

Enter Eddie Munson, walking disaster. Who sells weed for a living but spends most of his time planning and running dnd campaigns for underprivileged kids. Who is still trying to make it with his band, but meanwhile he’s the only member who can’t get a decent steady job because of bullshit murder charges when he was 19. (Which didn’t even stick, but it’s a small town… or maybe his dad just pissed off that many people.)

Eddie has the muscle tone of a slim jim and the hair of a tormented barbie doll, but the one physical feature he’s incredibly proud of are his tattoos. They’re all obviously home done, but when Steve realizes they’re all Eddie’s own work he’s (a) grudgingly impressed and (b) now has TWO great ideas for pissing off his parents. 

So Steve gets a tramp stamp in an apartment that he pays for but has Eddie’s name on the lease, and a grungy older boyfriend to parade around whenever he feels his parents need keeping in check. And maybe Eddie kind of makes it his unofficial job/personal undertaking to look into Harrington family dealings (he has his sources; his dad also schmoozed a lot of people and everyone knows his uncle is a stand-up guy) and alert Steve to things they’re being assholes about that Steve, more through fault of his upbringing than his own, wouldn’t have noticed. 

Like, maybe they own some medical buildings and are thinking of raising the rent on a pediatrician practice that offers sliding scale to low income families. At first, Steve is a little dismissive…

Steve: What’s the big deal? There are other pediatricians in town.

Eddie: Yes, but not everyone can afford to take their kids to them. 

Steve: Oh come on. 

Eddie: No, seriously. 

Steve: But… What if the kid gets really sick or hurt? 

Eddie: Sometimes they die, Steve.

Steve: ………………………. Okay yeah no that’s not happening. 

The next week, that practice has their rent lowered and a new lease locked in to keep the space (maybe even expand it into the plastic surgeon’s place next door) pretty much indefinitely and there’s an elite charity event that Steve and Eddie pointedly do not go to. 

(He can’t always get away with not going. Sometimes he plays the cards he’s dealt and goes with some pretty girl on his arm, but he has her home by midnight and he’s riding his boyfriend into the mattress by 1am.)

Eddie’s bandmates are dubious, but Eddie keeps swearing up and down that Steve isn’t a bad dude, he just has a lot of blind spots that he’s working on. Some harder than others, sure, but overall his cause seems to be just. Ish. A lot of what Steve does is motivated by petty revenge, but his parents are kind of shitty people so it tends to work out. “Plus,” Eddie adds brightly, “he’s a firecracker in the sack.” And is pelted with things for the crime of rubbing his sex life with a catch almost half his age in their faces. 

At some point they meet Steve, who has been specifically coached by Eddie to NOT buy out an entire restaurant or bar for the night just for the occasion. They come away with the general impression of, “He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit.”

Maybe they met in the first place because Dustin is one of the underprivileged kids Eddie was running campaigns for, and Steve has always had a soft spot for Dustin (and by extension all of Dustin’s friends and their families) since Mrs. Henderson was one of his nicer nannies growing up. Maybe Steve sets up a whole community center and tries to put Eddie in charge of it, but Eddie doesn’t really want to be anyone’s boss; he just wants to help kids excel at a game he loves because its one of the things that really helped keep him steady through his rough childhood and adolescence. But he does work there, because that way he can keep playing dnd AND teach guitar lessons. 

(Steve offered to help get the band signed to a label but Eddie was adamant, if they were going to make it they’d do it on merit, not money, or not at all. It’s really become more of a hobby for the other guys anyway.)

So Eddie is finally OKAY. He has a good income, a decent amount saved up from while Steve was covering all the bills he can now pay himself, and his Uncle Wayne hasn’t been more proud of him since the day he finally graduated high school on the third try (which was pretty good, for a Munson). 

And Steve… isn’t sure what to do with himself now that Eddie doesn’t need him anymore. He can’t think of anything he’s good for other than money—though his best friend Robin tells him that’s just because he’s a dingus, there are PLENTY of things. (They’ve been best friends since college, and there’s a story there but someone else is gonna have to fill in that blank because I’m getting sleepy.) Dustin chimes in that yeah, he can totally tell that Eddie has been sneaking Steve into campaigns as an npc (which he has to explain to Steve, again, even though they’ve been over this many times) for ages and is clearly so in love with him it’s ridiculous, has been for a while. 

Maybe Steve panics and does something dumb after that, but not so boneheaded that they can’t work it out dramatically in the rain after a brief period apart. Like in one of those romance movies that they both pretend they think are silly but genuinely get them choked up sometimes because they’re both kind of saps underneath it all. 

Eddie goes on to become a well respected tattoo artist, while still pitching in at the community center a few days a week. Steve continues his philanthropy work with the guidance of Eddie, Robin, his ex and investigative journalist Nancy, etc., and his own shaky-as-a-baby-giraffe-that-landed-on-its-head-straight-out-of-the-womb-but-getting-steadier instincts. They get married while skydiving (because Eddie joked about it and Steve held him to it), build the found family of Steve’s dreams, and live happily ever after. 

… Anyway, if someone could write all that out in actual prose I would love to read it. But with the sex dialed up to eleven because that’s important but I think I only actually mentioned it twice, a travesty.

[harrywavycurly]

Summary: Eddie Munson has two problems, he is lonely and is tired of spending money on just himself. Lucky for Eddie his good friend Steve Harrington knows just the person to help solve these little problems, and of course that person would be you. You’re newly single after ending things with your loser ex boyfriend and Steve just wants you to experience the finer things in life for a change as well as seeing what it’s like to be treated with kindness and respect. You don’t really know Eddie and Eddie doesn’t really know you but one thing is for certain, he will make sure you get exactly what you deserve♥️

Pairing: Sugar Daddy Eddie Munson x fem!reader

CW: Mentions of a toxic past relationship, language and the briefest mentions of violence (Eddie has a temper)

Status: Ongoing

Tag List: Open

A/N: I wanted this series to be a little different and it will still be fluffy but will also include dealing with past relationship trauma✨

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*you’ll find everything in the correct order below*

Part 1: Think About It

Part 2: Dave

Part 3: Start Small

Part 4: Overwhelmed

Part 5: Details

Part 6: Not Real

Part 7.1: Not Okay

Part 7.2: Up Late

Part 8: You Have Five

Part 9: Teacher

Part 10: It Counts

Part 11: Care Package bonus convo with you and Eddie here

Part 12: Is This You?

[infinite-orangepeel]

[alien-magnolia]

Eddie Munson's Little Housewife: Part 2: Cottage Life

Fic description: You and Eddie take a little getaway to a cozy place in the woods, where you can be his sweet little housewife. Daddy dom!Eddie + subby fem!reader

Warnings: D/s dynamics, service! Kink, collaring, breeding kink, daddy kink, praise/degradation kink, size kink, casual dominance, drug use

18+ Minors DNI. Don't like, don't read. 180 follower celebration!! Happy holidays :) enjoy, pls reblog ✨🖤

You couldn’t stop thinking about your night with Eds, where you got to be his sweet and cute little housewife. The dress, the outfit, everything, just felt right!! It made you just weak in the knees thinking about how he rocked you on his thick cock for a few hours, ruining your pretty little dress.

You wanted to do it again. You told him, and he was over the moon. “Who am I to say no to my pretty little princess? Of course, honey. We can do it the whole day too, if ya want.” You told him you’d love nothing more!! The two of you agreed on what the scene was to be like, and that it would be nice to do it for the whole day. Turns out Eddie’s Uncle Wayne had another, more secluded, trailer back in the woods a few miles upstate. Eds’ said it would be perfect, that nobody could find you there! (And that nobody could hear you as well)

He opened the door, and told you to stay inside while he brought in all the groceries. “I can bring the groceries in too, Eds. You sure that I can’t help you??,” you ask. “No, no, princess. I can’t have my sweet little housewife straining, can I? Let your big strong daddy do it,” he chides at you, while he goes to bring in the groceries and clothes the two of you packed for the weekend. You squirmed a bit. You loved it when he talked down to you like this, it made you feel all nice and warm and subby!! 

After he has brought in all the things, he sat down on the couch, manspread of course. You go to sit down next to him, and all of a sudden he manhandles you into his lap. “How about we start our little scene, sweetie? It won’t be sexual just yet, we have the whole day to do that. What do you say, hmm?,” he asks, while trailing a few kisses on your cheek and down to your neck. “Ok, Eds. Need to get changed first,” you murmur.

After he has brought in all the things, he sat down on the couch, manspread of course. You go to sit down next to him, and all of a sudden he manhandles you into his lap. “How about we start our little scene, sweetie? It won’t be sexual just yet, we have the whole day to do that. What do you say, hmm?,” he asks, while trailing a few kisses on your cheek and down to your neck. “Ok, Eds. Need to get changed first,” you murmur.

One thing about Eddie is that you loved how easy it was to fall into a subby trance with him around. All he had to do was talk down to you, or make his voice a little deeper, or use his title! And here you were, already starting to drop in so easily. 

“Stand up, sweetie.” You do as said. He goes to pull out your outfit for the day: a pink dress with polka dots, some pure white kitten heels, and to top it all off, some white Pearl earrings and a golden cross necklace, topped with your little pink heart collar. He also gave you your makeup pouch. He picked it out for you of course, and you didn’t mind at all. “Go to the bedroom and get all dolled up for me, hun. I’ll be waiting right here on the couch.” You nod and start to walk to the back of the trailer. He grabs your arm. “Forgetting something, are we, princess?,” he asks, his deep brown eyes looking into yours expectantly. “Yes, daddy,” you murmur.  He looks down at you with satisfaction, and gives your ass a little smack before he sends you on your way. 

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It takes you a while to get all dolled up but you enjoyed every minute of it. You feel so pretty and you know your Eds will love it. You come out of the room, your little heels click-clacking across the hardwood floors. He looks up at you with a predatory smile. You’re a little lamb in a cute shirt dress, and he’s that big bad wolf waiting to ruin you. 

“My sweet little housewife. All prettied up, just f’ me. Come here doll, twirl around for me,” he says, as he takes your hand and twirls you around a bit so he can see you from all angles. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, and gives you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Are you going to be a good girl and listen to everything daddy says?,” he chides. You nod, mind all hazy, eyes all doe-like. “Good,” he continues. “Now here’s the deal, sweets. I have a basket of laundry waiting for you. You’re going to do laundry, make that bed all nice and neat, and make me dinner. I’m getting a little hungry. Oh and, you’ll clean that little bathroom too — I got you some cleaning supplies. I’m going to check if it’s done properly, and if it isn’t, then you will get punished.”

“Okay, daddy. Wanna be good for you,” you tell him, hazy and shy with subspace. He pats your head and gives you a forehead kiss. Sometimes just his dominance itself made you feel all subby and even little — so eager to please Daddy, because he’s your world. And he was!! 

You set off to do your chores as he turned on some horror movie on the tiny tv in the main room of the trailer. You scurried away from there because you did NOT like horror movies. Sometimes you’d watch them with him and you’d hide in his chest whenever a scary part came on. You knew he could be a bit of a sadist, so he liked it when you got scared for him. 

You take the basket, it’s all full of his clean clothes, but there’s a lot to fold. You stand in the bedroom and begin folding — making sure it’s nice and neat, just how your Eds liked it. You falter a bit when you run across some of his boxers, but you get back on track when you think of what’s to come. You made yourself a little list too, just to keep track! You checked off laundry, and then grabbed some sheets from a drawer to change the bed.

Next — was cooking dinner. All the laundry work took you about an hour, and you decided to doll yourself up for him again, brushing your hair all nice and neat into a cute little ponytail! You spritz on some sickly sweet perfume and reapplied your makeup too.  You make your way down the hall again, and out to the living room. You try not to look at the tv because it is just still too scary!! You see him sitting, engrossed at the movie, but you do notice that his shirt is off. Suddenly he turns to look at you. His gaze is neutral. 

“Sweetheart. Why don’t you bring me that bag of weed and my ‘lunch box’ over there, hmm?,” he calmly orders you. You do as said, slowly walking over to him. “Good. A glass of water too, sweetie.” You nod and quickly scurry over to the kitchen, pouring him some water with ice. You bring it back as carefully as you could. “What a good girl, listening to daddy,” he coos at you, brushing some of your hair back. “You’ll do anything just f’me, huh, baby? I’ll be waiting here for my dinner. You have half an hour, hun.”

With that you scurry off again to the kitchen, to make him a nice sandwich. You set the sandwich onto the plate, and make your way to the living room. The movie is over, and you feel the smell of weed in the room. He smoked, of course. Sometimes he’d include you, but not tonight. You were there simply for his pleasure. To use, to serve. 

You set the plate in front of him. He smiles, that same wolffish, predatory smile that makes you melt under him. “Thank you, princess. Gonna eat this now. You just kneel right next to me and be good.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you murmur, as you drop down to the pillowy carpet. You fold your legs behind you, and rest your chin on his thigh, holding his leg with your arms, looking up at him. He looks down at you, so patronizing, so caring, so hungry. You were so so wet already, and you see his hard on peeking through. He pats your head some more, and you sit by his feet for another half hour before he finishes eating, drinking, and smoking too. He brings the blunt closer to you. “Does my little girl want a few hits?,” he asks. You nod, silently. “And she has such good manners too, so well trained. Suck it in, sweetie,” he says, as he brings the blunt to your lips. 

Weed always helped you get into subspace some more!! “Feeling a little fuzzy, sweetie,?” his voice brings you back from your thoughts. Every little touch was more intense now, and so was your hunger for him. You wanted to suck his cock so so badly!! Luckily for you, he wanted it too. 

You watch with wide eyes as he starts to undo his belt and jeans. You see that he’s rock hard now, and he grabs your wrist to pull you more in front of him, where you are now kneeling right in front of his weeping cock. You start to pull off his boxers, and his cock springs out in front of you, the tip looking very angry and red. You look up at him for permission. “Go ‘head, honey. Take daddy’s cock down that sweet little throat of yours,” he says, as his big calloused hand brushes your throat lightly. And you do. It’s so good, that you just start drooling, and some of it spills onto the floor. Your mouth just felt so full and warm with his cock in there!! You could see he was struggling to not buck into your mouth. “Just like that, sweetheart. Keep drooling over my cock, so good f’me,” you hear him rasp out above you, his voice starting to get a little uneven by how nicely you’ve been sucking him off.

You feel his hand reach down and tug on your little pink collar, with a heart in the center. You loved it when he pulled or even led you by it, it was just so so demeaning but also honoring, you knew you were his, and you loved every minute of it. He pulled you harshly closer to him by the metal ring of your collar. His other hand is on your head, slowly but surely pushing you down to take more of his cock. You keep gagging periodically , but you wanted to be so good for your sweet daddy, so you kept at it. Suddenly he pushes you away. 

“You forgot to clean the floor in the bathroom. That’s 15 spanks, sweetie. Over my knee,” he commands you. You quickly scramble up over his knee, you feel his calloused hands brush over your pink lace thong, pulling and tugging at it, just a little.

All of a sudden you feel the first hard spank come down on you. Your backside was burning, he was using all his strength. “Count f‘’me, honey.” 

“O-one. Thank you, daddy. Two. Thank you, daddy. Three, thank you daddy. Four, thank you daddy.” You kept continuing, your legs twitching from the searing pain on your backside. But then you remembered what Eddie would always tell you, that you were almost done, and that you were made to take his pain. That made you feel better, because it was all worth it to please him, and that’s what you were there to do. To please him, to be used.

“All done, princess,” he said, so soothingly as he wiped away your tears. You had trouble getting up off his lap, but you knew that now he’d take care of you.  He gently lifted you, careful not to touch your backside, and laid you down on the couch, face down. You felt his fingers trail down to your clit, his big calloused hands playing with your puffy little clit, teasing you. “Gonna get you ready for my cock, sweetie. Gonna give it to you, nice and deep. Housewives always obey their husbands. They listen. And you did so good today, baby,” he coos at you as you feel his soft but  warm mushroom tip slide into you. 

It was heaven. You were so full, so stuffed with his cock. It was so hard, inside you like a searing rock, but you loved when that soft tip itched closer towards your cervix. You felt him grip your hips harder as you started to twitch from all the pleasure. You loved when he took you like this, it was such a vulnerable position, but since it was for Eddie, you loved it. You were so pliant under him, and he loved the control. He started to rut into you faster, without even asking. It was his choice, and you were loving it. 

“Fuck, just sucking me in so much, sweetheart. You were just made for my cock, weren’t you? Made for me to breed you like this?,” he grunts out, his voice and his words driving you closer to the edge. You feel him inside you, his white and hot cum filling your insides. He grunts like some kind of beast, and you were his cute little prey for the taking. You cum a few seconds later, squeezing and milking his cock for all he’s got.

He pulls out of you, and manhandles you gently so you’re laying on him now, with your legs to the side and head on his chest. “Sleep, hun. Did so well for me today. You just rest, and I’ll get you all cleaned. He reached over to the night table, bringing some painkillers to you alongside a glass of water. He tilts the water towards you. “Drink, honey.” You do as said as he also feeds you the painkillers. After, he rolled you onto your side and bandaged up your backside, along with some aloe Vera to soothe it. “Than’ you, Eds. Love you…” you trail off, still a little hazy and coming out of your subby trance! All you had to do now was lay there and let him baby you for the rest of the night. 

You started making a subby attempt to reach towards him. He smiles, and brings you some clean clothes, alongside your favorite pink stuffie bunny. “I’ll take care of you now, sweet girl. Brought your favorite stuffie for you, and some food if you need,” he gently says as he rubs your back a bit. You smile back at him and his face lights up. You cuddle the bunny as he gets in bed with you and pulls over the covers. A successful day for Eddie and his sweet little housewife. 

[mslandry]

Ughhh i miss him😿He's the reason why i started watching the show😻

[spicyspino]

Kam: Eddie! Hold the baby properly! Eddie: Oop didn't realize you were home... BUT she likes it!!

[lesservillain]

best friend!eddie x reader

cw: SMUT, unprotected piv, pregnancy scare, one sided feelings, sort of sad at the end? an: the prequel to baby daddy!eddie but could be read as a stand alone if you wanted wc: 3.4k

A few years ago…

Music played on the stereo in Gareth’s garage, filling the house through the cracked door that connected to the house. The host himself was passed out on his living room couch, the rest of the boys laughing at him for falling asleep. The only ones left at the party were Jeff, Grant, Eddie and you, the few other guests who came to celebrate their graduations left not long ago.

You rolled your eyes as they placed Gareth’s hand in a bowl of water, a prank that one of them heard would make someone piss themselves in their sleep. Instead of taking part in their stupid prank, you chose to help out with cleaning up. Empty beer cans and other snack bags started filling up the trashcan as you made your way around the kitchen.

“What are you in here doing, sweetheart?”

You turn to see Eddie leaning against the door frame of the kitchen, watching you as you pick up more trash.

“Trying to be helpful,” you say, shoving as much trash into the can as you possibly can. Eddie laughs, pushing off from the frame to walk over to you. He grabs the bag from the can and proceeds to tie it. You smile up at him. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” he says after a moment of looking at you. You get an overwhelming feeling of domesticity as you watch Eddie take the bag out the back door. You watch him through the window as he places the bag in the can. Lighting up a cigarette, he waves at you from the cans, and you feel your cheeks grow hot from being caught staring. 

Eddie was your best friend. Has been since he moved to Hawkins back in 4th grade. The two of you met after you spent the summer in the trailer park where his uncle and your grandma both live in. You rolled with most of the kids there, but Eddie was like a new toy to you. 

He was hard to get out of his shell at first, mostly due to traumas you weren’t aware of at the time. In retrospect, you really pushed him hard, ever persistent in your daily trips to Wayne’s trailer to get him to come out. But when he finally did agree to play with you, the two of you became immediately inseparable. 

Everyone always joked about the two of you spending so much time together, laughing at the grossed out reactions the two of you would have at the mention of the two of you getting married one day. If your grandma was still alive, she would probably be distraught knowing that you had a massive crush on anyone other than Eddie.

After replacing the trash bag, you decide to join Eddie outside. The cool air feels amazing on your skin. The boys don’t have a lot of friends outside of each other, but when all of them start drinking and playing games they seem to generate a lot of heat in such a small space.

“Want one?” Eddie asks as you approach, smoke billowing from between his lips. You nod and he pulls out his pack. 

“Did you have fun?” You ask as he lights the cigarette for you, your hands brushing as he hands it over. The feeling of your skin touching felt like electricity through your hand.

“Uh, yeah,” he says, taking a drag. “I mean, I think it could have been just the two of us and I would have been happy. I’m just glad to finally not have to go back to that hell hole.”

“I’m happy for you, too,” you smile, taking a step closer to him. “Eddie, you honestly have no idea how proud I am of you. Like, I want to shout from the roof tops that Eddie fucking Munson graduated!”

Eddie giggles at your praise, swaying a bit where he stands from the amount of alcohol he’s consumed tonight. He stretches an arm out and you oblige, accepting his tight embrace. He smells like alcohol, weed, sweat, and notes of cheap cologne that he sprayed on earlier in the evening. It was a bit intoxicating in your current state. 

Drinking either made you super friendy or super horny, and tonight you were heading towards the latter. 

You would never admit it, but you’d been watching Eddie all night. There was an air about him tonight. Call it confidence or call it something else, but it was something you’d never seen in him before. It’s like he’s gotten a new found sense of life knowing that he was finally free to do whatever he wants in life. There was nothing left to tie him down and he knew it.

And, maybe unfortunately, it was doing something for you. You’d never really thought about Eddie like that before, your long time crush on Steve clouding your mind when it came to paying attention to anyone else. But something has…changed.

And after a shot or two that you took with a few of his friends from theater class (those kids are wild), everything he did just seemed to be doing something for you. You almost fell over when he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, his stomach that you’ve seen a thousand times on on display looking extra lean and just…

“Hey, are you okay?”

You instantly went from feeling good to being super aware of the way Eddie’s body was touching you. With the way he was holding you, his hand rested just above your chest, almost resting on your breast. The veins in is hand seemed more prominent, the rings on his fingers suiting his hands well.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, letting go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. When he doesn’t say anything, you slowly turn to look at him. Which was a mistake, because the way he was staring at you took your breath away again. His big brown eyes stared into yours, lidded in a way that made you want to squirm.

“Eddie? Are you good?”

He doesn’t respond, only blinks. His gaze shifts, flickering back and forth between your lips and your eyes and you feel your stomach flip. 

This isn’t how best friends look at each other. Friends don't caress your cheek like he does. They don’t pull you in, making your fronts flush with each other. They don’t start to block out the light from the moon as they lean in. Their lips don’t meet yours, and you aren’t supposed to accept it, kissing them back.

But, before you know it, your kiss turns into kisses. Feverish and hungry, tongues dancing in sync like lovers do. You’re not lovers, but you feel that line blurring as your body is being pulled away. 

The two of you don’t disconnect until you suddenly stop. Eddie is the first to break off the kiss, reaching behind him to open the doors of his van where he pulls you in. You don’t protest, gladly jumping in and pushing him down so that he lays under you. You can tell by the look on his face he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes watch you as you pull the van doors closed.

Once they click together, everything happens quickly. Rushed touches and clothes flying in every direction, the two of you melt into each other.

Your perched in his lap, breasts are pressed into him with arms wrapped around his neck as you almost eat him alive. His hands rub down the expanse of your back until they land on your ass, palming you underneath your panties as you grind down against him.

Eddie is painfully hard under you. For the brief moment that you looked down at him, you were shocked at the size of the tent in his boxers. It was the one thing about him that you didn’t know anything about after all these years. It sent waves to your core that only made you feel things for him you’d never felt before.

In an attempt to speed things up, you let your hand trail down his chest, his stomach, and down past the hem of his boxers. Your brows shot up when you gripped him, his true size in your hand taking you by surprise.

“Mmmm, shit,” he moans under you, and your breath hitches. You watch him carefully as his face contorts in a way that you’ve never seen; a new side of Eddie that you feel privileged to witness.

And then his his hand is on your head, guiding your mouth up and down on his huge cock. Tears threaten to fall down your cheeks with how far down your throat he tries to get you. But you do your best to take it like a champ. Especially with how he praises you.

“Fuck, you’re amazing.” The words fall from his lips like flowing water. He lost the barrier to keep his thoughts to himself as soon as you took your bra off. “Please don’t stop.”

How could you possibly deny him? You can’t. You blow him better than you ever have before, until his thighs are clenching around your head. You were fully expecting him to blow his load in your mouth at this point and you would have let him. But he pops you off of him and holds you in his hands until he can catch his breath.

“Eddie, whats wrong?” You ask confused.

“I’m sorry,” he says with heavy breaths, “Didn’t want to waste this chance by cumming too quick.”

Your heart leaped in your chest at his words, insinuating that he wanted more than just a quick bj in the back of his van. You’d never thought you’d be doing this with him, but in your current state Eddie could tell you to kill someone you would without question.

“Okay,” you say with a nod, shifting your body until you were sitting in front of him. There was an awkward pause as the two of you stared at each other. You waited for him to make the next move but it seemed like it was never going to come. You’re sure Eddie is just as wrapped up in the moment as you, so you decide to go ahead and make the next move.

You crawl towards him until you’re sitting just above his lap. His eyes never leave your face, round and in awe of you as you move closer to him. You place a hand on either shoulder and you can feel how tense he is.

“Eddie, are you sure you want to do this?”

He’s frozen for a moment. Until his head begins to nod so quickly he could have given himself brain damage from the speed.

“Yes, yeah, I am. As long as you are…”

“I do, too,” you assure him. You look around the messy interior of his van for a moment before looking back at him. “Do you, um, have a…”

Eddie’s eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of his head as his face shifts into that of a state of panic. He starts to babble, words incoherent until he’s able to form a sentence.

“I-I-I don’t, um, I don’t have any…condoms.” The last word comes out in a hushed tone, almost ashamed as he admits it.

“Well, shit,” you say, finger coming to tap against your lip as you think. You’d never done it without a condom before, and even if you trusted Eddie, the last thing you two needed was an accident to happen.

“I’m sorry, I just--I’ve never done this, so--”

“Wait, what?” You say, stopping him in his tracks. He looks up at you like he said something wrong and it kills you. “Eddie,” you try and keep your tone as neutral as possible, “Are you…still a virgin?”

Eddie swallows, eyes now looking anywhere but you. Eddie’s never brought up anything about his sex life before to you, but you’d not really been all that open with him for that very reason. But you’d always assumed it was just a mutual respect thing, not that he didn’t have anything to share to begin with.

“It’s okay if you are,” you add, “It doesn’t bother me.”

Eddie looks at you again, though now with cheeks pinker than ever. He sighs, nodding once again, but with less vigor than before.

“Yeah, I’m a…virgin.”

Something inside you flips when you hear him admit it out loud. A giddy feeling inside takes over your thoughts as you come to a realization.

“Do you want me to help you change that?”

You barely recognized your own words, and the look that Eddie gave you told you that it came out just as suggestive as you intended. 

“Are you sure?” He stutters out, “I don’t want you to do it because you feel like you have to--”

“Shhh,” you shush him, placing a finger on his lips. “I’m doing this because I want to,” you say, lowering yourself so that the tip of his cock sits right at your entrance. You feel it jump in your hand at the contact. “You just have to say the word.”

Eddie’s eyes are locked where the two of you touch, his breath hitching as your juices coat his thick head. 

“Please,” he says, still looking between you. “I want to.”

You smile, a heat taking over your body as you realize what you’re about to do. But, you try not to let the idea of taking your best friends virginity take you out of the moment. You had to be in charge here and you didn’t want to let Eddie down.

Without a second thought, you start to lower yourself down on him. He’s bigger than you’ve been with before, so you take your time to work him in since you didn’t get any prep before hand.

“Wait,” he says suddenly, stopping you just as you get the tip all the way in. 

“What, what’s wrong?” You ask, starting to pull off of him. But his hands land on your hips to keep you in place.

“I want to do this. Like, you have no idea how much I want this right now. But, what about the no condom thing?”

You blink, thinking quickly over your options. The two of you are too intoxicated to go and get a condom right now. Plus, he’s already technically inside of you, so what good would one do that pulling out wouldn’t, right?

“Just…when you’re about to cum, just tell me and I’ll get off. Okay?”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you want me to change my mind?”

Eddie mimics zipping his lips, and you roll your eyes at his playfulness.

“Can I continue now?” He nods again, giving you a thumbs up.

You try to get yourself back into the moment by slowly moving up and down, focusing on the feeling of Eddie’s cock inching deeper and deeper inside of you with each movement. Eddie’s head rolls back and you feel his hips bucking subconsciously beneath you. 

You decide not to torment him anymore and fully seat yourself in his lap. He bucks forward, face colliding with your chest as he’s taken aback by the feeling. 

“You okay?” You say with a giggle, though you’re barely holding back a moan yourself at feeling his cock fully stretching you. 

“Mhmm,” he whimpers into your skin, the grip he has on your hips almost bruising. 

“Do you want me to give you a minute?”

He shakes his head. “No, please move.”

And so you do. You take your time at first, really to give yourself ample opportunity to prepare to take him at a faster pace. But with the sounds he’s making, you feel yourself getting wet enough that you can bounce yourself on his cock with more ease. He keeps his face burried in your chest as you move up and down on his cock.

Eddie’s hands loosen on your hips and move themselves up your sides until they land on your breasts. He holds them around his face, fondling and groping as they rub against his face. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, licking and teething at it softly, sending little shocks of pleasure through you.

All of the feelings were honestly a lot for you to take in. And the more you looked down at him the quicker your own orgasm was approaching. You let yourself forget about his pleasure for a moment as you chased your own high, fully seating yourself to let the thick patch of hair at his base rub deliciously against your clit. You rolled your hips against him and he whined into your chest.

Suddenly, your vision goes white as you feel yourself cumming on his cock. Your body starts to shake, and you’re pussy spasms around him, coating him in your cum.

“Is that you cumming? Holy fuck, I--”

There wasn’t much time to react as your pussy was suddenly being filled. Eddie’s body tenses under you as you’re only just now coming down from your own high. But when you finally realize what was happening, you jump up as fast as you can, head hitting the top of his van.

“Fuck! Damn it, Eddie!”

He snaps out of his post orgasm bliss and jumps up after you, also hitting his head on the ceiling in the process. 

“Shit! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Eddie’s never been more panicked in his life than right now. Not even when he almost got caught by Hopper selling out in the woods. “I can fix this! I-I-I-”

“Eddie, how the hell are you going to fix this? Fuck me, this is my fault. I should have just said no when you said you didn’t have a condom.”

“No, please don’t be mad,” he says, grabbing your arms and giving you the most pathetic, sad look you’ve ever seen. 

“Do you have any money?” You ask him after a moment.

“I probably have like $3 to my name right now. Why?”

“Shit, I just paid my car payment so I only have like $10. I was going to say we could run to the pharmacy and get a Plan B.”

“What’s that?” 

“It’s like a pill that’s supposed to keep you from getting pregnant. But they’re, like, $20 or something crazy like that.”

“I’ll go to Rick. I can probably get some supply from him and sell it in a couple days.”

“I think it only works like the next day. It’s called the morning after pill for a reason I think.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” 

“What about Wayne?”

“I can’t go to Wayne.”

“Why not?”

“Why don’t you ask your mom?”

You sigh. He had a point. There was no way you could ask your mom without her asking why. And money was already tight so there wasn’t a good excuse to make up for you needing $20 out of the blue. 

“You know what, it’s fine.” You say, convincing yourself that it was. “My period should be coming soon, so I think we’re okay.”

“How soon is soon?” Eddie asks, clearly not convinced.

“Like, in a week and a half? Usually around the beginning of the month.”

Eddie breaths in, then out, head slumping. He drops to his knees before you and you can see his body start to shake.

“Eddie?” You drop down to his level and get a look at his face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and it sent an arrow through your heart to see him so upset.

“I’m so sorry.” His words come out watery, his head starting to shake. “I didn’t want this to be how it happened.”

His words hit you like a truck. Of course he didn’t want his first time to be like this. He probably wanted it to be with someone he loved, not with his friend, and definitely not with the possibility of getting you pregnant. 

Guilt washed over you. You should have been the better person and not given in to your sick desire to share something like this with him. 

But it’s too late.

You can only hope that this doesn’t ruin your friendship forever.

than you for reading!

[hawkinsbnbg]

Steve who became Eddie's sugar baby mostly for fun because the older man always knew how to treat him right.

And Eddie who would do anything for Steve because his baby only the deserved the best.

[wednesdaymunson]

Head Over Heels

Baby Daddy! Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: Part 2 to my Baby Daddy! Eddie fic.Slight time jump. Eddie has half assed professed his love for you, but neither of you can bring it up. You're still seeing Keanu. Wayne makes an appearance and scolds Eddie. Eddie is a lil toxic at the end.

Warnings: smut,angst,unprotected sex, creampie, drunk sex(f), mention of oral sex(m receiving)..I think that's it.

A/n: I wrote and rewrote this several times. I'm kinda okay with this version. The ending is opened to the possibility of a third part, or you can make up with what happens in the end ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I Was Made For Lovin' You - part 1

Mine(Interlude)

Word Count: 4,609k

It had been about a month since Eddie left that message. The both of you would always tiptoe around it. You were never direct when trying to ask, and Eddie would avoid it anyway he could. You were afraid to be forward, possibly hearing something you didn't want to know, but it was killing you not knowing 'Why now?'.

You've been on a few low-profile dates with Keanu. He didn't want to alert the paparazzi and drag you into the crazy spotlight. Even with Eddie's fame with Corroded Coffin, you were very much in the background, unnoticed. You weren't even thinking about that, you just wanted to live in the moment. Keanu made you feel seen and heard. He calmed your mind, you knew where you stood with him. 

You made it home just in time. Eddie was dropping off Evelyn at 9am and here it is 8:45. You change into your pjs, wash whatever makeup was left off your face, to turn around and see Eddie behind you. 

"For fuck sakes, Eddie! You scared this shit outta me!... how'd you get in?"

"Well, hello to you too! Look, your door wasn't shut all the way. I got nervous, so I came in preparing to bash some skulls or preparing for the worst.."

You could tell by his tone and his eyes that he was genuine. You hugged him before you even realized it. He tightly hugged you back, and you melted into him. 

"Wait.. where's Evelyn?!"

"Oh! I told her to stay in the car and if someone tried to get her, to hit them with the crowbar I keep in the car." He boldly stated. 

"Eddie, you left a 4 year old in the car with a crowbar? Please go get our daughter." You sigh. 

"On it, sweetheart."

You pinch at his side. 

"Y/N, don't start that." Eddie laughs. 

As soon as Eddie is out of sight, you shut the door and quietly break down. You haven't told Eddie about you seeing someone else. You've been pretty good at keeping it under wraps. You think to yourself, 'Keanu and I aren't exclusive. I'm allowed to date and do whatever, I'm single! Eddie doesn't have to know. I don't know what he does when he's away or when he's not here.'

You splash some water on your face, dry off, and compose yourself. You hear Evelyn knocking on your door. 

"Mommy, open the door! There's no bad guys! It's me, Evelyn Starchild Munson!"

You greeted her as you opened the door. 

"Hi baby! I missed you." You smiled. 

Eddie's eyes met yours, and he could tell you had been crying, but he didn't want to mention it in front of Evelyn, and he also had some business to take care of. 

"Y/N, I have to get going, but I'll call you later. Evelyn, be good for mommy. I'll see you soon, baby. I love you."

Eddie rushes out the door. 

It's almost midnight, Evelyn was tucked away in her bed after a day full of arts and crafts, a melt down because you told her she couldn't get in the oven, and a chicken nugget dinner by the pool. You're drifting off, and your phone begins to ring. 

"Hello?" You answer soothingly. 

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."

It was Eddie on the other end. Usually, you would be bothered by the late call, but you didn't have the energy tonight. 

"Mm 's okay, Eddie. What did you need to talk about?"

"I'm sorry for calling you this late, just got caught up with stuff at the studio. But I wanted to tell you I'm flying Wayne here in two weeks and wanted to ask if you would have dinner with us. I know he would love to see you and I know you would too."

You haven't seen Wayne since Evelyn's first birthday. He was very much like a father to you. You started calling him "Dad" after it slipped out one day when he asked you to run to the store for him, and it stuck ever since.  He taught you a lot, especially some skills, so you would never have to rely on a man to help when Eddie wasn't around. You haven't spoken to him much since the split, and you did miss him dearly. 

"No worries. Oh, that's nice. Umm yeah, just let me know what day and what you have planned."

"Great! I'm actually hoping to get the old man to consider moving here. He's retiring soon and I think he'd be better off with family around."

"Oooohh…you sure about that? You know how Wayne is." You giggled. 

"I know, I know. Maybe you can sweeten the deal."

"Eddie, I want no part in your shenanigans,buuuuut I do miss him. Evelyn should have her granddad around."

"I knew you'd see it my way."

There's a small silence, and you hear Eddie sigh. 

"Everything okay with you? You looked like you were crying earlier today."

"Yeah, I just got soap in my eyes. Burned like a bitch." You quickly replied. 

"Hmm okay… I just wanted to make sure."

You could tell he didn't really believe you, but he wasn't going to push. 

"Oh, one more thing…what are you wearing?"

"Ugh, goodnight, Eddie."

"Hey, I tried. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Y/N, I know it's only been a few days, but I really do miss you. I can't wait to see you when I get back from New York." Keanu cooed into the phone. 

"I miss you too. How's New York?"

"It's great! There's tons of places I'd love to take you. Oh! I didn't get a chance to tell you, but the rest of the band is here in New York, and we're doing a few secret shows while I'm here!" He exclaimed. 

"Oh, that sounds fun! I'm kinda jealous of the people who get to see Dogstar live." You frowned. 

"Well, maybe I can talk to the band and set up a show when I get home."

"That would be awesome! But you don't have to do that, Keanu."

"I know, but I would definitely do it for you, beautiful."

"You're too sweet."

"Y/N, you know what else I miss?"

"Hmm? What's that?"

"I miss your plump lips wrapped around my hard cock while you look up at me with those big beautiful eyes. I'm sorry if that was brazen of me, but jesus christ Y/N! Any time I think about you, that's one of the things that come across my mind. And you get so wet for me while you do it." Keanu breathes heavily. 

"I enjoy it, and if I can be honest, I like being in control sometimes, and in those moments, I'm very much in control, aren't I?"

"Mm, yes, you are, sweetheart. I'm practically puddy in your hands when I'm in your mouth. Fuck! I can't wait to see you when I get home, I'm going to tear into you!"

"I can't wait either. I.."

"MOMMY!"

"I'm sorry, but I have to cut our conversation short. Evelyn just woke up."

"No worries. I'll call you when I get some free time. I hope you have a good day,  gorgeous. Bye."

"Thank you, you too. Talk to you later."

You lay in bed for a few more minutes to gather yourself. You get up to check on Evelyn, ready to start your day super early. You find her back asleep, arms spread out, one leg hanging off the bed. 

"Oh, my wild child. Just like your dad."

You gently put her leg back in the bed and cover her up. You think about calling Eddie on the walk back to your room, but it's around 5:30 am, and you're sure he's passed out by now. You open your closet and pull out a box. It was a box that was a mixture of sex toys, lubes, a Polaroid camera, and a velvet bag that held a pair of handcuffs. You opened it and pulled them out, the biggest smile flashed across your face. 

It was your first week in Hawkins and your parents moved you and your younger siblings there after your graduation. You saw a flyer on the side of the building for a band playing at the Hideout. 'Corroded Coffin? Hmm might as well. It'll give me something to do in this boring town.'  You thought. That night you met Eddie. Somehow you'd catch him staring at you and then quickly turn his head. You were in the crowd when his band played and you did enjoy the music. After the set you went to the bar and got some water before heading home. 

"Who celebrates with water?"

Eddie stands next to you at the bar. 

"Well, I'm not celebrating anything…should I be?" You laughed. 

"Is this not your first Corroded Coffin show? I've never seen you at any of our shows, and trust me, I would notice and remember a pretty face in the crowd." Eddie smiled. 

"You're correct. This is my first time here and seeing your band. I just moved here a week ago with my family."

"So come celebrate with me and my band. I can make sure you get home safely."

"Oh yeah? I'm not sure about that. You may try to keep me handcuffed in a basement." You giggled while hooking your finger on the handcuffs he was wearing attached to his belt.

"Oh! No! I would never do that! Do I come off like that type of guy?!"

"No, you don't come off like that. I was joking…maybe. " You could barely control your laughter. 

"I'm Y/N, by the way." As you extended your hand. 

"Eddie, amongst other colorful names the town has given me."

He takes your hand in both his, feeling the cold sensation of his rings against your warm skin. 

"Nice to meet you, Y/N. Soooo are you gonna stay?"

"Sorry, I really gotta go. See ya around." You smiled and made your way to leave. 

"HEY! HOW DO I GET A HOLD OF YOU?!" Eddie shouted.

"COME FIND ME!" You shouted back. 

Eddie just happened to run into you at Starcourt Mall, got your number, and eventually asked you out on a date. He was very polite, a great listener, and made you laugh any chance he got. You both shared secrets that you swore each of you would take your graves, insecurities, and dreams. You two were inseparable. 

You take the bag, put everything away and put it in another box full of things that you weren't ready to get rid of. You decide to try to get a little bit of sleep before Evelyn wakes up. Your eyes close and you feel a slight dip in the bed, a small arm wraps around your stomach.

"Mommy, can I have waffles and bacon, please?"

"Of course, baby. Coming right up." You giggled. 

"There's my girls!" Wayne exclaimed.

"GRANDPAAAA!" Evelyn yells, running. 

"Hi Wayne. It's been too long." You smiled

You spent the whole evening laughing and having fun. It felt like old times. You took some pictures and set up the camera and got a "family" shot. Evelyn was getting sleepy, so you offered to put her to bed. 

"You ready to go to bed, love bug? 

"Uh huh. Mommy, are you going to spend the night too?"

There was an awkward silence through Eddie's penthouse. 

"Oh no, baby. I'm going home to sleep in my bed. Grandpa Wayne is staying here for a few days, so he'll sleep in the guest room, you have your room, and Daddy has his." You explained. 

"Can't you share a bed with Daddy? Like other mommies and daddies?"

You nervously looked at Eddie and mouthed "help me" to him. 

"Uh,sweetheart, some mommies and daddies don't like to share beds with one another. "

"Okay. Mommy, can you read me a story please?"

"Of course." You smile and follow Evelyn to her room. 

"Boy, you should have done right by her. I don't know what got into you when you signed that deal and went on tour. That girl was head over heels for you, and I knew that the first night you brought her over. Eddie, I love you, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to kick your ass. You lost a good one."

"You think I don't know that?? When I left the house that morning after she kicked me out, I thought I would be fine. Off to the next one, then the next, and so on and so forth. I found myself comparing every woman to her! I tried to stop, but it never failed. 'Y/N would have handled that differently. Y/N makes this better.' Sometimes I can't sleep knowing I destroyed my family and hurt her. She didn't deserve that, I didn't deserve her. I want to make things right, Wayne."

"Son, I'd be surprised if there weren't about a hundred men trying to break down her door for a chance. She's not like these Hollywood girls. She's a genuine and caring person. You better act quickly before someone beats you to it." Wayne huffed.

You walk back into the living room. 

"I gotta go. I promised Luna I'd have a few drinks with her before I go home, and my taxi should be here soon."

"Well, sweetheart, it was good to see you. I hope I see you a few more times while I'm visiting." Wayne said as he hugged you. 

"It was good seeing you too, Dad. Ya know you should move here when you retire. I'd love for you to see Evelyn more. She needs her granddad around."

"Did Eddie put you up to this??"

"Oh, no!" You smiled and winked at Eddie. 

"Wayne, just think about it." Eddie stated. 

"Fine, I'll think about it."

"My taxi is here. Thanks for dinner, Eddie. Goodnight."

"Maybe you're meant to be together? You really need to talk to him, or you can ignore it, move on with Keanu, and keep second guessing yourself. "

Not only was Luna your babysitter, but she was your best and pretty much only friend out here. She helped pick up the pieces after you kicked Eddie out. She was pretty protective of you. She kept you from making rash decisions in the wake of your breakup that would have landed you on the front cover of the tabloids. But what you didn't know is that she was also a listening ear for Eddie, and she knew how he felt about you. Fortunately, she was a good friend to you both and was unbiased in this situation. She gave you advice when asked, nothing more and nothing less. 

"Luna, I just don't want to go through it again. I can't let a man tell me twice that he doesn't want me."

"Did he ever say he didn't want you? He cheated, I get it. Some people like to have their cake and eat it too. There was nothing wrong with you then. There's nothing wrong with you now."

"I know." You frowned. 

"Y/N, I gotta get going. I have a nanny gig in the morning. I'll call you tomorrow, yeah?" Luna grabbed your hand and squeezed  it as she smiled. 

You stayed and had a few more drinks, and the liquid courage was flowing through your blood. You asked the bartender for the phone. It took you a few drunken tries to dial Eddie's number correctly, but you finally got it. 

"Hello?"

"EDDIE! IT'S ME!"

"Y/N?"

"YESSSSSS! YOU ARE CORRECT, SIR!" You drunkenly yell through the phone. 

"Why are you yelling? Are you drunk??" Eddie questioned. 

"I'm sorry, Eddie." You whispered. 

"Y/N, just try to speak in a normal volume. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Yes, maybe…I don't know. I'm at Sunset Bar."

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes. I'll tell Wayne to keep an eye on Evelyn."

Eddie finds you at the bar nursing a glass of water.  He thanks the bartender for keeping an eye on you. 

"You lush." Eddie chuckled as he grabbed you by the waist. 

"Let's get you home, Princess."

"Thank you, Eddie. Will you make a fluffernutter when we get home?" You murmured. 

"Anything for you." Eddie smiled. 

You sat in the seat and stared at Eddie. You admired his profile. He had his hair pulled back into a ponytail with a few strands of his wavy hair in his face, and he had a fresh undercut. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. When he belted out the words to his favorite songs, the veins in his neck would bulge. You could feel the wetness pooling in your panties. You reached over and lightly scratched the back of his head, feeling the prickly hairs on the tip of your fingers. 

"Mm, that feels really good."

"I bet it does. You know what else would feel really good?"

"Hmm?" Eddie hummed as he gave you a side glance with a raised eyebrow. 

"Your fat cock deep inside me."

Eddie's ring clad hands gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles whiting. 

"Fuck, Princess are you sure? You've been drinking. I don't think we should."

"I'm a little drunk, yes, but I know exactly what I want, Sir." You grinned. 

"Y/N, you don't even know what that does to me. Thank god we're almost home."

Eddie ups the speed a little, making it to the gate, pushing the access button repeatedly, trying to get it open as quickly as possible. You start to unbutton the top of your dress as Eddie pulls up to your house and places the car in park. You take off your seat belt and press the release button on Eddie's. You're straddling him before he knows it, his bulge pressed against your warm, wet core. 

"Sweetheart, you couldn't wait until we got inside?"

"No, Eddie. I need you inside me now! I need to feel you. I need to feel something other than these god damn conflicting feelings I have for you! Please, I'm begging you." You pouted.

You left Eddie speechless. All he could do at this moment was to grab your face and kiss you. Your lips pressed against his hard, tongues rolling over each other.  He breaks away, grabbing you by the back of your neck, he licks the side of your neck and reaches your ear. 

"You're so fucking needy, I love it when you beg." He growled. 

Eddie pulls on the handle to lean his seat back. He reaches up your dress to find your panties. 

"Oh, baby, I hope these aren't your favorite panties." Eddie grinned.

He pulls out his switchblade and cuts your panties off you and tosses them in the passenger seat—You haven't seen Eddie like this in a very long time. Sure you'd let him paddle you every so often and do a little dom/sub play, but he was always so soft spoken and well mannered ever since you decided to start hooking up,b afraid of fucking things up more. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, releasing his hard member,  pre cum already forming at the tip. You firmly grab it to line up to your soaking wet entrance. 

"Wait, I don't have any condoms. Did you bring any?"

"No, I didn't. I'm out, and right now, I really don't care. Just don't cum in me."

You gasp as you sink down on Eddie's thick cock. You feel a pleasurable burn as he stretches you out. He grabs on to your hips as you start riding him. 

"Fuck, your so wet for me, Princess. All that for me?" Eddie breathes haggardly.

"Mm, yes, it's all for you, Eds. Your dick.. f-f-feels so fucking good!"

"I've missed being inside you, your tight pussy gripping around my cock. Fuck, if you keep riding me like this, I don't know how long I'll last, Princess."

You love it when he calls you "Princess", it sparks the fire growing in your stomach.  Eddie's thumb finds your swollen clit and rubs it with a little bit of pressure. Your breath starts to hitch. 

"There it is. I know you're close, sweetheart. I want you to cum for me, cream all over my dick."

With your hands on Eddie's chest, you lean slightly forward, your hips roll desperately to reach your orgasm. Eddie frantically runs circles on your throbbing clit.  

"FFFUUUUCCCKK!" You yell as you dissolve into pleasure. 

You keep riding Eddie while you ride out your orgasm.

"Princess, I-I'm.. you gotta get off, or I'm gonna bust in you!"

You're already chasing your second orgasm.

"Mmm Eds, I-I-I can't stop! I'm cumming again!" You panted. 

Eddie holds you down by your hips as you both reach climax. He spills himself into you, covering your pulsing walls, clenching around him, milking every last bit of him. 

You fall on to his chest, trying to catch your breath. 

"Eddie…I-I love you." You breathed. 

"I love you too, Princess." He huffed. 

"Y/N, as much as I love being in this, uh situation with you, I think we should go into the house and get cleaned up."

"Yeah, you're right." You giggled. 

You're both laying in bed after your shower together, your head resting on his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry that I hurt you. I wish I could take everything back." Eddie whispered into your hair. 

"Then why did you do it? I know I'm not pretty like the groupies on tour or the women out here. Why wasn't I enough for you?" Your voice trembled.

"You're gorgeous, Y/N. You were when we first met, and you'll always be. You were enough. I was just a scared little boy. Everything happened so fast, getting signed, Evelyn, moving to California…I just didn't know how to handle it all, and I didn't know how to tell you."

You sat up to look Eddie in the eyes. 

"Eddie, look at me. You could have told me anything. We've shared so many secrets that we knew each other inside and out. Whatever the world threw at us, we were in it together." You cried. 

Eddie held you in his arms. 

"Shh, I know. I fucked up. I'm sorry Y/N. I'll do better…if you let me try."

"I..I don't know, Eddie." You sniffled.

You eventually fell asleep in his arms. Only to wake up in an empty bed. You roll out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. Eddie is sitting at the table having a cup of coffee. There was a lull in the air. 

"Good morning, Eds." You smiled. 

"So when were you going to tell me that you've been seeing someone else? Keanu fucking Reeves of all people!"

"We're not that serious. We're not exclusive. And why does it matter who I'm seeing or if I'm seeing anyone? You're the last person who should be concerned about my dating life." You snapped. 

"Well he sounded pretty fucking serious in the message he left this morning!" Eddie bellowed.

"Does he know about us?"

"He knows what you put me through."

"So he doesn't know that you call me over here to fuck you senseless when you want to get off?.... Are you fucking him?"

"What? That's none of your god damn business, Eddie. I'm single, I can do as I please. YOU! YOU CHOSE THIS FOR ME WHEN YOU DECIDED TO FUCK EVERY BITCH FROM HERE TO THE EAST COAST AND LIE TO ME UNTIL ONE OF THEM HAD THE GUTS TO TELL ME THE TRUTH!" You sobbed. 

"Fuck, Eds. I love you, but how do I know you won't cheat on me again? I would look so fucking stupid for trusting you with my heart again."

"... Why him?"

" I dunno, he's nice. He makes me feel seen and heard. I know where I stand with him. He knows I have responsibilities, and he supports me pursuing my passion in art. If it wasn't him, Eds, I'm sure it would have been one of the plethora of guys that came around after we broke up. I didn't realize people knew who I was, but obviously, others were paying attention to me."

You could see that Eddie was disappointed in himself. His eyes were darting back and forth. He seemed like he was analyzing an invisible piece of code on the table.

"Let's get married!" Eddie blurted. 

"Eddie, you can't do that to me! This isn't going to magically solve any of this."

"You love me, right? And I love you. Let's do this!"

"Eds, it's going to take a lot for us to even get to the idea of marriage. Maybe…we should stop having sex…take a break…just strictly co parent."

By this time, Eddie has already standing next to you at the counter, arms folded. 

"Is that what you really want?" 

"I think it would be best for now. We can figure out what we really want out of this, if we even want it." You sighed. 

"I know what I want, and I'll fight for it. Even if I have to burn this world to the ground. But if this is what you want, I'll respect it. " Eddie muttered. 

"Thank you, Eddie. I think you should get back to Wayne and Evelyn. I'm gonna hop in the shower and gather myself. Lock the door when you leave, please?"

"Sure thing. I'll see you later."

You head to your room and start your shower. Before Eddie leaves, he picks up the phone and dials *69. The phone rings a few times before Keanu picks up. 

"Hello?"

"Look fucko, whatever you think you have with Y/N, you don't anymore. Leave her the fuck alone." Eddie gritted through his teeth with a clenched jaw. 

"Oh, this must be Eddie, her ex that cheated on her while she was pregnant and up until the point she kicked you out. Look dude, she's a big girl, she can make her own decisions. We're having fun and living in the moment. But I do see myself pursuing this for the long run. May the best man win, bud." Keanu chuckled. 

"Yeah? Well… Dogstar is dog shit!" Eddie yells before he hangs up. 

'What an asshole.' Thought Eddie.

When you came back out, Eddie was already gone. You weren't sure if you did the right thing or not. Maybe you should have broken things off with Keanu. You decided to grab some breakfast at your favorite diner. As soon as you were leaving the phone range. 

"Hello?"

"Hey there, beautiful, how are you?"

"Hey, Keanu! I'm okay, a bit hungry, so I'm on my way to get some breakfast. How are you?"

"I'm great, just missing you. Would you be able to have dinner with me tonight?"

"Oh, you're coming home early? Yeah, Evelyn is with Eddie and her granddad for the week. So I'm hanging solo."

"Unfortunately, I'm not coming home early, but I'd like to fly you out for a few days, if that's okay?"

"Of course! I'll let Eddie know that I'm going out of town for a few days."

"Perfect. I'll have a driver pick you up in two hours. Don't worry about packing, we'll go shopping. See you later, Y/N."

"Bye, Keanu."

You're all smiles and butterflies. You grab your sunglasses and head out the door to the diner. In a few hours, you'll be in the arms of another man. Did it make you feel bad? A bit, but you deserved to be happy. 

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A/n- I feel like I formatted weird due to the amount of dialogue or maybe it's just me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ let me know what you think. Leave comments, reblog, and like. It's greatly appreciated.

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[eddie-mylovely]

just bc Steve has daddy issues doesn’t mean he has a daddy kink. he definitely looks for a father figure, just not in the bedroom. both Steve and Eddie would cringe at the thought of calling someone daddy in a sexual sense.

[harrywavycurly]

What You Deserve Part 7.2: Up Late

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CW: Drunk ex, mentions of past toxic situations, suggestion of past violent behavior from ex bf

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A/N: I know we all want Eddie to come in and kick some ass but remember all Eddie cares about in this moment is making sure you’re okay, so enjoy✨

“Hey sweetheart…I’m surprised you’re up this late on a work night.” “Yeah…uhm I-” “Are you okay?” “Uh yes? Kinda…but I’m-” “where are you? What’s that noise in the background? Is that…is that…someone shouting….your name?” “Yes that’s uhm..god this is so embarrassing I usually call Steven when…he does this…but he’s like half an hour away and he told me to call you and now…now-” “hey…it’s just me okay? Don’t be embarrassed…just tell me what’s going on.” “William..he’s my uhm…he’s my ex boyfriend and he…he gets drunk and…and he shows up here…and bangs on my door or…or one time he uh broke my uhm…my living room window and he yells for me…and he’s…uhm here.” “I’m on my way…where are you right now?” “I locked myself in my bedroom.” “Good stay there okay?” “Don’t hang up…please don’t hang up…” “I’m right here…just keep talking to me okay? What did you do today?” “I uhm…I painted my nails…I switched shifts with Robin so I could…uh be off Saturday morning.” “That’s nice baby what color did you do your nails?” “Pink…oh no..I think…he’s kicking the door now…what if…what if he gets in…” “he’s not going to get in sweetheart.” “He…he did this when we were together and…and he got in…and god he was so mad…so mad at me and…and I don’t want…what happened…that night...to happen again.” “Listen to me…he is not getting into your house…I won’t let him.” “Are you almost here?” “Yes I’m just about to be on your street…just a few more minutes okay?” “Don’t…don’t hurt him…please.” “I’ll do my best but I’m not making any promises.” “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry-” “Don’t apologize sweetheart…this isn’t your fault…and I will always come if you need me no matter how far away I am I will always find a way to get to you okay?” “God…of course you’d say something like that.” “I can’t help it…it’s the truth.” “This is just a lot and we just met and…and I’m just a mess Eddie and you…you shouldn’t have to see me like this.” “Don’t cry baby…please don’t cry I’m on your street and I’ll be there in less than two minutes okay? Start packing a bag for me can you do that?” “Yes…I…I can do that.” “Okay good…you’ll stay with me tonight…I just got into your driveway so I’m going to hang up okay? Is that okay?” “That’s…that’s okay…yeah you can hang up.” “One more thing…don’t look out your bedroom window please.” “Why? You…said you wouldn’t hurt him…” “I said I’d do my best but just in case please don’t look…go pack your bag sweetheart and I’ll see you in a minute.” “Okay…see you in a minute.”