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myfictionaldreams · 5 days ago

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Hey!! just wanted to start by saying I love your writing so much :)

just wanted to submit a request, and if you’re not comfortable with it, no worries at all. was wondering if you’d be interested in an Eddie Munson x fem!reader with a chronic illness. I have POTS, which causes dizziness, migraines, brain fog, and most notably, a very high heart rate with movement. I haven’t seen it in writing much, and was looking for like a comfort/angst smut fic with it or something similar included. doesn’t have to be crazy, just even if a small comfort and breathing break is needed!

thanks, sorry about the ramble, and again if youre not interested no worries!

⁀➷ The Long Haul // Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: You didn’t expect Eddie Munson to notice you—let alone care. But when your chronic illness flares at the worst possible moment, he’s suddenly everywhere: loud, chaotic, and terrifyingly sincere. What starts as unexpected concern quickly turns into something deeper as Eddie refuses to back off, refuses to let you suffer alone.

Requested by: Thank you for the request! I hope my representation of POTS is correct. I'm sorry if I got any information wrong. I had to research it and went with symptoms that were on Google, so fingers crossed it's ok! much love <3 xx

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, reader has POTS, fainting, friends to lovers, caretaking/comfort, moaner!eddie, soft!dom eddie, praise kink, oral, gentle intimacy, aftercare

Words: 4.9k

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You’d made it this far.

It wasn’t even noon yet, and you’d already survived a whole shift at the campus cde, your morning lecture, and now–if your heart wasn’t about to launch itself out of your ribcage–a surprise pop quick in Psych 204. All without anyone noticing how hard your body was betraying you today.

Your hands trembled faintly as you scribbled your answers. You were too aware of the way your pulse was racing, like a warning siren behind your ears. Like your blood had decided to run laps through your veins. There was a familiar weight pressing behind your eyes, the kind of pressure that made the fluorescent lights overhead feel ten times brighter than they were. If you could just finish this class, get somewhere quiet, maybe lie down…

“Jesus,” a voice groaned behind you, loud as ever.

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was—that unmistakable drawl, all gravel and swagger and unapologetic volume. You glanced at the edge of the desk and caught the tip of a beat-up boot sticking into the aisle. Great. Of course, Eddie Munson was in your psych class now.

You thought he’d dropped it. Skipped it. Got expelled from it—something chaotic to match his energy.

Apparently not.

He was muttering to himself about Freud and then laughing under his breath like he’d cracked the funniest joke in the world. Normally, you would’ve rolled your eyes. Maybe even smiled a little. But not today.

Today, your vision blurred just slightly, the edges of the room softening and shaking. A weird sweat had started at the base of your spine, sticky and cold. You could feel your legs tingle under your desk. Pinks and needles. The kind that came before you passed out.

Your pen slipped from your fingers.

Shit.

You leaned forward slowly, as if every inch counted, your hand blindly searching the floor. You didn't dare move too fast.

You knew your body like a well-worn enemy. Knew the exact sequence of steps that led from “not great” to “full-blown collapse.” You’d ridden that wave too many times before. There was a method now. A rhythm.

You’d hide it. You always did.

Except this time, when you sat up, the world tilted. Hard.

Your desk swam out of focus, your body pitching sideways. There was a dull thud, chair against tile, and then hands. Rough and warm and there, suddenly.

“Hey–whoa, hey, hey, sweetheart.” That voice again. Close this time. Closer than it should’ve been. “Hey, you good? You with me?”

Eddie. Your heart, already racing, kicked up another gear. Adrenaline mixed with panic. You tried to speak – ‘im ine, it’s fine, please don't make this worse, don't draw attention to me’-- but your mouth wasn't cooperating. And your legs? Gone. Just noodles. Your arms had gone cold.

And eddie munson, chaotic, loud-mouthed, metalhead freak Eddie Munson, was crouched on the floor in front of you, big hands hoveringlike he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you but really fucking wanted to.

Your professor was frozen by the whiteboard, chalk in half. The whole class was staring now. Perfect.

“Hey,” Eddie said again, gentler now. “Can you look at me?”

You blinked.

Good enough for him.

His dark eyes swept over your face, all frantic energy narrowed into razor-sharp focus. You realised, vaguely, that he’d grabbed your hand, one of his silver rings pressing cold against your clammy skin. His grip wasn't tight. Just grounding.

“I think you’re going to pass out,” he said, like he was reading instructions off the back of a cereal box. “Okay. Cool. You’re gonna sit back. Just lean against me. There you go.”

You didn’t have the strength to protest as he pulled you toward him, guiding your slumped body so you could lean against his chest. He was surprisingly solid. Warm. Smelled like leather, cigarette smoke, and the faintest hint of something sweet. His jean jacket scratched at your cheek, but you didn’t move.

He shifted again, grunting softly, and never thing you knew he was lifting your legs onto a chair he’d dragged over.

“Eddie–”, you managed, your voice weak.

“Nope,” he said. “Shut up. You’re not dying in Psych class. That’s the most embarrassing way to go.”

A weak huff of a laugh escaped you. God, no one had ever done this before.

Someone fetched the TA. There was a loss of noise. The offer of a nurse’s office, or someone calling an ambulance. But Eddie waved them all off like a knight in a Metallica tee.

“She just needs to lie down for a sec. Right?”

You nodded. Your head felt heavy, but the worst had passed.

By the time the class was dismissed early and the room had cleared out, Eddie hadn’t moved. You were still half-draped against him, his hand still curled loosely around your wrist to check your pulse.

You opened your eyes fully and stared up at him.

And fuck. He was kind of beautiful.

His curls were a mess, pulled half into a hair tie that was losing the battle. His mouth was set in a firm line, chewing the inside of his cheek like he was still working out a plan. He looked like a man ready to fight God and your blood pressure at the same time.

But it was his eyes, those big puppy dog, brown eyes that stared at you with such concern that had you speechless.

“You okay now?” he asked. His voice was softer than before. Still rough, but not harsh.

You nodded again, pushing yourself up slowly. “Yeah. I'm… I’ll be fine. I just… need to get to my dorm.”

“No way in hell I'm letting you go alone.”

You blinked.

“I’m serious,” he said, standing and offering you both hands like a rockstar on stage. “You think I’m gonna just let you wander off after your body straight up shut down in my arms? Not happening, sweetheart.”

You hesitated. Then took his hands. He pulled you up with surprising gentleness, like you were something delicate. His hands were big, rough palms, ring-heavy fingers, but careful.

The hallway was quiet. He didn’t let go.

On the walk to your dorm, Eddie stayed right beside you, one hand on your elbow like a bodyguard and the other gesturing wildly as he told some story to distract you.

“And I told O’Donnell that bat was a metaphor, but she was like, ‘No, Edward, it’s just a weapon.’ Like, excuse me? Have you seen the phallic symbolism–”

You let out a real laugh. He stopped mid-rant and looked at you, visibly pleased, a dimple appearing in his cheek. “There she is,” he grinned.

Your legs felt a little steadier. You hated how comforting he was. How easy it was to let him guide you. You’d worked so hard to keep people out of this part of your life. But Eddie? he was already cracking it open with nothing more than a hand on your arm and a dimple when he smiled.

You made it to your room, finally. Eddie hovered in the doorway, uncertain.

“You, uh… gonna be okay? Want me to stay?”

You stared at him. The absurd, messy kindness of him. And for the first time, you didn’t say no. “Maybe just for a minute.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie Munson had become a problem.

Not in the typical sense, not the kind of problem you could fix with space, or silence, or letting things fade like you normally did when people got too close. Because Eddie didn’t fade.

He stuck.

Lingered like smoke in your clothes. Since that afternoon in class, he’d appointed himself your unofficial handler. Not in a weird way. In a very Eddie way. Loud, a little reckless and overbearing in a way that wouldn’t annoy you if it didn’t also make you feel seen.

Everywhere you turned, he was there.

Your next class? He claimed the seat next to you, sliding into the chair like he’d always belonged there and pulling a crumpled notebook from his back pocket.

“What, you think I'm gonna not babysit the girl who nearly fainted into my lap?”

The cafeteria? He shoved a Gatorade across the table at you without a word, then launched into a story about a squirrel that stole his sandwich.

The library? “Studying is more effective with moral support, sweetheart. I read that in a book. Or maybe it was a D&D manual.”

He didn't ask questions. Not directly anyway. But you could feel them, hanging there and waiting.

You'd spent years crafting a version of yourself that looked effortless and independent.. You didn’t like needing people. You especially didn't like explaining why, sometimes without warning, your body betrayed you, as it had that day.

But Eddie didn’t give up. And when the crash hit again, you couldn’t hide it.

It started subtly, like it always did.

You’d had a long day. Two lectures, one shift on your feet behind the register at the care, barely a break to eat. You’d ignored the signs: dry mouth, tremors, that deep pull behind your knees like gravity was trying to flatten you. Told yourself to push through.

You were good at pushing through.

Except tonight, sitting on the couch in your dorm, you felt the room start to slide sideways.

You stood, intending to grab water or salt or something, but your knees buckled. You barely caught yourself on the edge of your desk. Your chest heaved once, twice.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself. “Okay, I’m fine. Just–just sit. Sit down.”

You stumbled to the floor, half-crawling to your bed.

And then knocking. A very specific kink of knocking.

Three beats. A pause. Two more.

“Hey! Are you alive in there?” Eddie called.

You tried to call back, tried to make your voice work, but the blood had rushed from your head too fast. Everything felt far away.

The door creaked open.

“Sorry– I know I should’ve waited for you to say something, but I got this weird guy thing, and–”

He froze.

“Shit.”

The heavy booted footsteps. And then Eddie, in your space, swearing under his breath as he dropped to the floor beside you, already pulling the throw pillow off your bed to shove under your legs.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart.”

You shook your head. “M’okay. Just a crash.”

“You’re not okay,” he insisted, but his voice had calmed now as if he were trying to control his panic. “Tell me what you need, sweets?”

You blinked heavily. “No, salt, water, cold rag, maybe. Just need to wait it out.”

He didn't ask questions or freak out; he just moved across your room, gathering objects as he went.

One minute later, he was kneeling in front of you with a half-empty Gatorade, a handful of pretzels from the vending machine, and a look that any other time would have melted you into the floor.

You sipped slowly, aware of how closely he was watching you. He sat on the floor beside you, legs stretched out long, one of his knees bumping yours.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he admitted.

You managed a whisper of a smile. “You're here a lot for someone who claims not to care about other people.”

He snoted, “Angel, I don’t do subtle. If I didn't care, I wouldn't be on your dorm floor feeding you pretzels.”

You looked down at your lap. The warmth in your chest had nothing to do with the heat creeping up your spine.

“Why?” you asked.

He tilted his head. “Why do I care?”

“Why are you doing this? No one else ever… It’s exhausting, you know? Explaining.”

Eddie sat forward, elbows on his knees. His haze was heavy but kind.

“You don't have to explain,” he said. “Not unless you want to. But.. I want to understand. I want to know how to help. What to look for. How to not make it worse.”

Your breath caught.

“Don't give me that look,” he said, softer now. “You think I haven't been doing research since Psychoclass? I practically live in the library now. I know what POTS is. I mean, it’s fucked, but like… makes a hell of a lot more sense now. Why do you vanish sometimes? Why you always look like you’re fighting through a storm even when you’re smiling.”

You swallowed hard.

“I’m used to handling it alone,” you said quietly.

“I know.”

There was a long silence. The kind that pulled something taut between you. Then Eddie nudged you gently. “Get on the bed.”

You blinked. “What?”

“You're half-dead on your dorm floor. Let me be a good Samaritan or a weird little goblin or whatever you wanna call me, and help you into bed.”

You shook your head, but you didn't fight him when he helped you up. He tucked your blanket around you. Brought your favourite hoodie from the desk chair.

Then, instead of leaving, he kicked off his boots and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t you have better things to be doing?” you asked, hoping he didn't.

He glanced down at you with a cheeky grin. “Nah. I'm gonna sit here until I'm sure you're okay. Or until you tell me to leave. Which, by the way, I won't take personally. But you should know I make an excellent heater.”

You sighed, “You're annoying.”

“You love it.”

You didn't argue. You just scooted to his side. “You can stay. Just don't hit the blanket.”

His grin was blinding. And just like that, Eddie Munson was in your bed. Not in a sexy way. Not yet. But warn, and solid.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder. He went still just for a second.

The one arm came around your back, and he said very quietly: “You don't have to do this alone anymore.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You should’ve said no. You knew better. You’d felt it all morning, the warning signs.

The heat pricking at your skin despite the breeze, the shakiness in your hands when you tried to pour cereal, the way your heart wouldn’t slow down no matter how still you sat. You’d doubled your salt intake and chugged a Gatorade. Told yourself it was just a bad day. That you could still go.

And when Eddie showed up at your door, all breathless excitement and wild curls and “you’re still coming, right?”, you couldn't bring yourself to say no.

Because he looked at you like you mattered, your presence was likely something he wanted, not just tolerated. And for once, you didn't want to let the illness in.

So you went to the Corroded Coffin concern. And now?

Now you were onthe verge of collapsing in the middle of the damn gymnasium.

The lights were strobing. The bass was thumping. Your ears were ringing. Sweat soaked your shirt. The sound of the crowd became too much, white noise and static pressing against your skull. Your legs had already buckled once. You were sitting now, half-sprawled against the bleachers, but even gravity felt optional.

Your vision blurred. Your chest seized. You didn’t know where Eddie was.

Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic–

“Hey–”

His voice cut through the noise like a knife. Suddenly, he was kneeling in front of you, curls damp with sweat, eyes wide with something dangerously close to fear.

“Oh fuck. Of fuck. What happened?”

You opened your mouth, tried to answer, but no words came out. Your heart was pounding too fast to speak. You felt your fingers curl against the floor, legs twitching as your body went rigid.

“Jesus H Christ, sweetheart,” he half hollered. “Okay. Okay, you’re okay. I'm gonna get you out of here.”

The word sweetheart hit you like a bolt of lightning, but you were too far gone to respond.

Eddie stood and scooped you up in one fluid motion, arms around your back, your legs dangling uselessly against his side. He didn't care who saw. Didn't pause to explain. He just moved, storming out of the gym like a man on a mission, whispering under his breath.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

He didn't set you down until you were outside, behind the building, where the air was cooler and the silence finally hit. He sank to the pavement, settling you in his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world, cradling your head against his chest.

You could hear his heartbeat. Strong and fast.

“Breathe with me,” he encouraged, rubbing your back. “Just breathe.”

You clutched at his jacket, eyes wide, muscles trembling. You weren’t crying, but you wanted to. You wanted to scream. Because of this flare-up, this embarrassment, this is why you didn't go to the place. This is why you said no.

“Im so–fucking–stupid,” you choked out between raggedbreaths.

Eddie pulled back slightly, just enough to cup your face.

“Hey, no, don't do that.”

“You told me I should stay home if I felt like this–”

“I asked if you were okay,” he corrected, voice hoarse. “I should’ve known. You didn't have to pretend. You don't ever have to pretend with me.”

You looked away, cheeks burning for a new reason. He was silent for a long moment.

Then, quieter: “You don't get it, do you?”

Your gaze flicked back to him. His thumb brushed the edge of your cheekbone.

“I see you, angel. Not just the parts you show everyone. All of it. The way you hide how dizzy you are. The way you smile when you’re clearly in pain. The way you try so hard not to be a burden, like you expect people to leave when it gets hard.”

You blinked, throat tight.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said.

You didn’t speak. Couldn.t

Eddie leaned forward until your forehead touched. His breath was warm against your lips.

“You don't have to do this alone,” he promised. “You never did. You just didnt have anyone who gave a shit. But I do.”

He stayed like that, his hands cradling your face, his thumb catching a stray tear you didn't realise had fallen.

And that was the moment you broke.

You collapsed into him. Fully. Arms wrapping around his neck, body trembling, letting yourself be held.

Eddie's arms tightened around you, not letting go.

Later, back in your dorm, Eddie was the one who helped you out of your sweat-soaked clothes. Not in a sexual way, not yet anyway.

He laid you down, brought you water, elevated your legs with a stack of books and sat at your side and whispered things you couldn’t remember, just soft sounds and comfort.

You were exhausted, vulnerable in a way that scared you.

But Eddie? Eddie looked at you differently, like he was scared that if he closed his eyes, you might disappear. Something had changed, and there was no way you wanted to go back.

Hours later, your body was still buzzing from the crash. And Eddie had stayed.

You’d fallen asleep with your legs lazily draped over his lap, your cheek pressed against the soft stretch of his worn-out t-shirt. When you woke, disoriented and sore and wrung-out, he was still there. Fingers idly brushing your knee, eyes locked on you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he spoke softly. “You back with me?”

You nodded, voice dry. “Yeah. just heavy.”

“You scared the shit outta me earlier.” he leaned down adn kissed your forehead until you were melting further into his touch. “Next time, if you feel even a little off, you tell me. Got it?”

You smiled weakly up at him, “You sound like a boyfriend.”

He stilled as your breath caught.

Then– “Maybe I want to be.”

Your chest ached, but not in a bad way. In the way that something new was cracking open. You shifted slowly, curling into his side, your lips ghosting over his clean-shaven jaw.

“You already act like one, Munson.”

His hand found your waist. Big and warm, even his silver rings felt warm against your skin.

“You sure this is okay?” he asked, showing his signs of vulnerability. Voice rough with need but laced with restraint.

“I want you,” you admitted with a sharp breath. “Please, Eddie. Don’t go.”

That was all it took. Eddie Munson kissed you like he meant it. Like this kiss was all he needed in the world.

His mouth was warm and eager, tongue tracing the seam of your lips until you opened for him, and then the way he moaned into it had your thighs clenching together. That noise was desperate and needy, and it explained all his feelings for you.

You whimpered back. He kissed you harder.

His hand slid under your shirt, thumb stroking slow circles just beneath your ribs. He moved like he wanted to memorise and learn everything about your body, not rushing. Your body was still tired, still weak, but the heat between your legs was intense.

He pulled back, breathing hard as his soft curls fell into his face.

“We don’t have to–”

“I want to, Eddie,” you said again. “Just… slow.”

“Sweetheart,” he rasped, eyes dark with arousal. “You think I’d ever be anything but gentle with you?”

He lifted your shirt slowly, eyes following every inch of exposed skin. His lips followed next, trailing kisses from your ribs to your navel, pausing to mouth over your sensitive hips. He worshipped you like it was the only thing he’d ever learned how to do.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, angel,” he groaned against your skin. “You have no idea.”

He helped you out of your clothes, checking in with every shift. “Okay, if I take this off?” he asked, and when you nodded, he’d kiss that spot too.

When you were bare beneath him, Eddie just looked at you. His gaze raked over your body with something more than lust, something tender and possessive in the most loving way.

“Lie back for me, sweetheart,” he carefully helped you back. “Gonna take care of you.”

He settled between your thighs like it was home and kissed the inside of your knee, then higher. Inch by inch until you were squirming.

And when his mouth finally met your pussy? You gasped loudly.

Eddie moaned at the taste of you, like he was the one being pleasured.

“Oh, fuck–fuck–you taste so good, angel,” he praised, tongue licking a slow stripe up your slit. “I could live here. Honest to god, I could fucking die right here.”

His mouth was hot and filthy. Skilled as his tongue circled your clit, his fingers spreading your labia giving him the perfect access to that special spot. His lips sealed around it, sucking it with an obsene slurp until your back is arching and hips pressing harder against his face.

You weren’t sure what was turning you on more, his devilish tongue that licked and flicked in all the right ways. Or his sweet little moans and whimpers, breathy praises between every lick.

“You’re doing so well, sweet girl. Fuck–youre so wet for me.”

You moaned his name, and he whined, a full-body shudder like he couldn't take hearing it.

When he slid two thick fingers inside you, slow and crooked just right, you nearly cried. The stretch was perfect. He worked you open with that same steady rhythm, curling deep until you were clenching around him, mouth falling open, and your fingers gripped painfully into his hair.

“Eddie–I'm close–”

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he panted. “Come for me. Wanna feel you around my fingers.”

You shuddered with a cry, your hips bucking harder now. Eddie moaned again, louder, like your orgasm alone got him off.

He kissed your inner thigh as you came down, whispering soft thingslike, thats it, good girl, fuck youre so perfect.

You reached for him with trembling hands, stroking over his handsome cheeks.

“Need you.”

He didn't make you say it again.

Eddie stripped out of his clothes with fumbling hands, leaving you breathless at the sight of him. Tattoos and scars. He was lean and strong, and you just wanted to lick every part of him.

He settled between your spread legs, forearms bracing on either side of your head.

“You sure?” he asked again.

You cupped his face. “Please. Want you inside me.”

He kissed you then, deep, messy and needy as he slid into you slowly.

And holy shit, the feeling was overwhelming for both of you. A full, open-mouthed moan punched out of him. “Fuck–fuck, baby–you feel like heaven, I swear to God–”

He bottomed out with a grunt, resting his forehead against yours.

“Tell me if it's too much,” he whispered against your lips. “I’ll stop. I’ll pull out. Whatever you need.”

“Don't stop,” you begged, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Feels so good.”

He moved in slow, careful thrusts, letting you feel every inch. His breath hitched every time you clenched around him.

“So tight,” he groaned. “So fucking good.”

Your fingers delved into his hair, pulling him closer, letting his weight settle on you. It wasn’t just sex, it was something more—a breakdown of every wall you've ever built.

And Eddie? Eddie was losing his mind over it.

“Can't–can't believe I get to do this,” he panted against your neck before taking a soft bite to the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “Get to be the one touching you like this. Taking care of you. Loving you–”

You gasped as he froze.

Then his hips continued to move slowly. “I meant it. I have for a while.”

Everything was happening at once, it was so overwhelming and so perfect that you couldn’t help but fall apart with the words, “I love you.”

Eddie didn’t slow down, even after your orgasm, he really fucked you with so much passion. He held your face as you came again, kissed you as your body pulled around him.

When he followed, it was with a gravelly cry, “Angel–fuck–im cumming, im cumming–”, as he burised his face in your neck and trembled through it.

He stated inside you afterwards, both of you panting, clinging to each other like the world might end if you let go.

Aftercare was a blur of soft touches and whispered words of love. He cleaned you up delicately, made you drink water, then tucked you into his chest, his hand splayed protectively over your stomach.

“You’re everything,” he whispered into your hair. “Everything, baby.”

You finally believed it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

SIX MONTHS LATER

You woke to the sound of the kettle boiling. Not your alarm or the frantic beep of a med timer. Just the soft whistle of water and the low hum of a man quietly singing along to Iron Maiden from the next room.

You blinked your eyes open slowly. The bedroom was flooded with morning light, filtered through the sheet black curtains Eddie insisted on because they were “metal, but also, like sexy goth vibes.”

Your body ached, but gently, like a warming—a low battery alert rather than a full system shutdown.

And Eddie seemed to know already. You could feel it in the quiet. The way he hadn't nudged you awake. The way the bedroom door had been left cracked, not fully shit, just in case you needed him.

You didn't have to ask. He always knew.

A minute later, the door creaked open.

There he was: sleepy curls falling into his face, a giant Hellfire t-shirt barely hanging off his shoulder, a mug in each hand.

“Hey, angel,” he said softly. “Figured it might be a down day.”

You smiled. “Kinda feeling it.”

“Figured,” he said again, sitting on the edge of the bed and handing you your mug. “Salted tea, caffeine free. I crushed the electrolyte tabs myself this time. Feel free to be impressed.”

You sipped. “Genuinely, that's the hottest thing you've ever said to me.”

Eddie grinned, but his eyes still searched your face.

“Are you dizzy?”

“A little.”

“Nausea?”

“Not bad. Just heavy.”

He nodded, setting his mug down before crawling into bed beside you. He pulled you into his lap with practised ease, wrapping both arms around your waist and settling his chin on your shoulder.

You leaned back into him, letting yourself melt against his chest.

“I can stay in today. Cancel D&D. We can watch that dumb baking show where everything explodes.”

You tilted your head. “Isn’t that the one you said gives you anxiety?”

“Yeah, but watching British people politely cry about cakes is somehow less stressful than letting you be here alone like this.”

You twisted slightly to face him. “You've already done enough, Eds. I’ll be okay.”

He frowned. “It's not about enough, it's about showing up, every time.”

You stared at him for a long moment. Six months ago, that would've scared you. The way he really meant it. The way he didn't blink when it got hard, when your symptoms flared, when you cried in a CVS aisle because your knees gave out.

But now? Now it just made you want to curl into his arms and never leave.

“You love me or something?” you teased, voice light.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “No, I just keep hand-making Gatoragepopsicles and researching compression socks for my health.”

You laughed. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder. Then another, this one slower.

You feel these fingers trace gentle patterns over your thighs, drawing idle shapes, not rushing.

“You want cuddles today?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “Or… y’know. Cuddles.”

Your body still felt heavy, but your heart surged with excitement.

“I want you,” you whispered. “Slow, lazy, just us.”

He smiled, and that morning, tangled in his arms, your mug half empty and your legs across his lap, you both shared pleasure and love like it was meant to be.

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gracieheartspedro · 4 days ago

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thinking about helping eddie dye his hair...

warnings: MDNI!! 18+ only, hair pulling, eddie is a perv and needy, reader is a tease, kissing, dirty talk, almost oral (another brain worm i shared with @amanitacowboy that ended up being a blurb. ty bestie <3)

helping eddie dye his hair dark brown cause his hair is a bit more mousey brunette. every couple months you two track down the same at-home box dye from the local pharmacy. he is adamant you help him because he 'never gets it all out properly'... whatever that means.

getting it on his head is not the big task. it is the washing it out where eddie struggles. apparently.

you paint his entire head in the almost-black dye and make him sit perfectly still at the dining room table. he mostly sits there and uses the time to plan out his next campaign, but this time he just chats with you while you clean up the trailer a bit. you notice his eyes lingering longer on your legs when you are doing the dishes. you jokingly flick him with your wet fingers, calling him a 'perv'.

"only for you, baby. love when you waltz around the house in those tiny shorts and crop tops," he purrs, scanning you up and down.

the dye has been sitting for 30 minutes exactly, so you usher him to the bathroom. he leans over the cream colored tub, huffing and puffing like it's taking everything out of him. in no time, he will be complaining about his knees or back, at the ripe age of 23.

you turn on the water to a lukewarm temperature and slowly ease his head towards the faucet. you are leaned against him, your chest pressed to his shoulder making sure he's fully submerged.

the tub is so loud you cannot hear his little blurbs of complaints. you gesture him to shift a bit on his knees, turning his head so he is facing you.

his hair is long when it's naturally curly and crazy, but it's even longer when it's wet. and thick.

you smile at the way his soaked locks are laying over his face, giggling as he wiggles his nose and eyebrows, trying to move the strands away from his eyes.

you drag your hands through his roots, ensuring you get the dye as best you can. for some reason, eddie's hand grips your side, pressing you into the side of the tub. you look down, refocusing on him.

his face is relaxed, but his mouth is slightly agape and eyes twisted close. "you good, baby?" you ask over the loud running water.

"mmm, just feels real good," he hums, barely audible.

you get to conditioning and that's when you really get to massage his scalp. you do it the same motions as before, this time slower and more methodical. a satisfied smirk creeps across his face, moaning at the back of his throat.

"you like that, huh?" you purr, your mouth inches from his ear.

"fuck..."

when you wash everything out, you flick off the handle, stopping the water completely. you extend backward to the counter with his hand is still gripping your waist. you drop it over his face playfully before helping him wrap his sopping hair up on top of his head. "all done," you giggle, wiping some water droplets from his forehead. you help him stand up and when he finally balances he grabs at your hips again, pulling you close.

his eyes are trained on you, his pupils blown. "you think it's cute playing with my hair like that?"

"i had to get the dye out, eds," you state plainly, still creeping your hands up his arms to rest on his shoulders. he squeezes your sides before getting on your level and pressing a eager, longing, kiss to your lips.

when you pull away, you cannot help but chuckle at the way the towel is tumbling off his head already. you unravel it for him, toss the towel towards the hamper beside the tub.

"i gotta get dinner started, baby. rain check on whatever this is?"

he groans, annoyed that you are not going to give in to his desires right away. but he was also just a man and pressingly hungry.

while you cook up his favorite meal, eddie fucks with his hair in the mirror in the bathroom. he combs out a few tangles before adding some mousse you swore up and down would tame the frizz, because you used it yourself, but never did help his unruly mess. but it smelled like you and that was enough to make eddie's cock hard.

and god was he. every time he wracked his brain for how your hands felt in his hair earlier, he feels himself twitching in his sweatpants.

he can't take it anymore. he needed you.

you are plating the spaghetti, calling for eddie as you pour the sauce over his large plate of noodles.

you hear him pad into the kitchen and his hands are immediately on you. you don't think too much of it. eddie's always handsy, wanting his ringed fingers pressed against you somehow. but this touch was more demanding.

you shoot him a glance over your shoulder and he is practically dragging you back to the bedroom.

"baby, what is happening?"

"i need you," he groans, his strong arm locked around your waist. once you back up completely into your bedroom, he's slamming the door shut with his foot.

"what is your deal today?"

he practically scoffs, tossing you onto the bed like you are made of feathers. "you with your fucking nails digging into my scalp earlier," as he says it he's dropping to his knees on the edge of the bed, pulling your hips towards his early awaiting mouth, his damp curls framing his face. "need you to tug on it while i am face first between these thighs."

you roll your eyes back the moment his lips press against your inner thigh. "eddie... dinner will get cold-"

"please, spare me the whining," his voice is stern as he tugs the waistband of your stretchy shorts, "want you so bad i can hardly put mousse in my hair without my cock twitching."

you smirk at his comment. "aw, you're actually using the mousse?"

you reach out, your hand immediately coursing through his now-much-darker curls. the groan he lets out is so guttural and loud, it takes you off guard. he presses a chaste kiss to the already-wet-spot on your panties. "'course i am, sweetheart," he grins, as his finger hooks around the hem of your underwear. the moment your wet core is exposed to the cool air, you hiss and curl your fingers around his locks. you swear eddie cannot sigh any louder, "good girl. keep doing that and i may not even have to fuck you... may cum in my pants from you pulling at my hair."

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lil-quinnie · 4 days ago

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Stuck on the puzzle

Part II

BBF!Eddie x Fem!reader

summary ~ Eddie is your brother's best friend and he is a dick.

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It started as a tremor on the floor, shaking the thin walls, making the picture frames cling to their nails, fighting for their lives. The guitar solo came through the cracks in the door, destroying any and all concentration you had left to finish your last assignment of the semester. "Seriously?" you muttered as you walked down the stairs, each step weighing a ton, catching the attention of the boy who was sitting comfortably on your couch, with his feet propped up on the coffee table and the radio remote in his hand.

Eddie's smile when he saw you so uncomfortable was gigantic, as if he had achieved his goal. "Did you like my playlist?" he said, turning up the volume every time you tried to answer him. With a final laugh he paused the music and let his gaze rest on your face for a few seconds. God, he always thought you were beautiful, but there was something about you when you were angry that made the metalhead's heart skip a beat. "You're going to end up killing the neighbor's newborn with that noise," you said simply, shifting your weight on your feet, as if Eddie's gaze made you nervous, and he knew it did.

"Where's my brother?" you asked, walking over to the radio with your hand already stretched out to turn down the volume. Eddie also walked over to the radio, at a pace that you knew couldn't expect anything good "He left," the boy's calloused fingers taking up space on the button, until his hand was off the device "He said he'd be back soon and asked me to keep an eye on the house, sweetie," turning up the volume even more "that includes the radio."

"My God, you're insufferable, you know that?!" You crossed your arms in front of your chest and walked away from the radio. Eddie loved watching you walk away, especially in your pajama shorts,"If you ask nicely, I can turn it down, sweetheart."

You didn't need to turn around to know that the boy was smiling mischievously. "How about you turn it down and I won't kick you out of my house?" your voice didn't match the small humorous details on your features, the dimple appearing and the corners of your lips trembling, holding back a smile.

"Not cool, I'm here to keep you safe and you want to kick me out, princess." His feet were now touching yours. You could smell the cheap cologne and the freshly smoked cigarette. "I can defend myself, Munson." He tilted his head, his eyes locked on yours for a second longer than necessary. "I know you can." And just like that he walked away, back to the couch with that smudge smile. Upon the stairs the music was now just a distant murmur but inside your chest, the sound seemed louder than before.

Eddie didn’t come back after that. Not that night, at least.

He left you with the music still humming low and the ghost of his smirk still hanging in the air. And even though the house had finally gone quiet, your head hadn’t. You kept replaying the way he looked at you,like he was trying not to say something.

By the next morning, things went back to normal. Or whatever "normal" meant with Eddie Munson. He barely looked at you when you crossed paths in the hallway. He didn’t knock on your door, didn’t ask what you were listening to, didn’t push your buttons just to see how far you’d let him go.

Until you ran into Caleb Dawson after practice,the heat from the court was still stinging your skin as you left your training routine. Walking down the last few steps with your backpack slung over one shoulder, the cold air sent shivers down your skin, making you curl up against yourself as you looked for any sign of your brother.

Friday practices always ended late, which coincided with the time Hellfire also ended, so you always got a ride home but otherwise your expectations, you ended up bumping straight into the white smile of Caleb, the number 12 on the basketball team.

"Hey, you," he said, wrapping a towel around his neck and in no hurry to leave. "Are you going to the party on Friday?" You raised an eyebrow in surprise. Caleb had never invited you to anything.

"A party, huh?"

"Yeah, after the game. At Carver's house. Everyone will be there... and it would be nice to have you too." He took a step closer, his eyes scanning your face with that air of someone who is used to being accepted.

You smiled, but didn't answer right away. Before you could, a familiar voice cut through the air, "It's not going to happen, big guy.".

Eddie, of course damn Eddie was there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the unlit cigarette held between his fingers. His eyes were fixed on Caleb, but what bothered you was the way he looked at you like you were a piece of meat.

Caleb shrugged, ignoring the tone.

"She seems big enough to make up her own mind, doesn't she?"

Eddie said this with a half smile, which only seemed friendly at first glance. "She does, doesn't she?" You could feel Eddie's hatred burning through his big brown eyes. You snorted, undisguised.

"I can take care of myself, Eddie."

He finally looked at you. His eyes softened for a moment, but only for a moment. "I don't doubt that. But I don't think that's your vibe."

Caleb laughed dryly.

"What's up, man. Are you playing the big brother now?"

"No." Eddie took a step forward, still with that smile stuck in the corner of his mouth. "I'm just terrible at staying quiet when I see someone trying to take advantage of other people."

The silence was short, but dense. You decided to intervene:

"Thanks for the invitation, Caleb. I'll think about it and let you know, okay?"

The player nodded, still with a confused look between flirting and competition, and left with one last wink that Eddie pretended not to see.

You didn't say anything. You just turned your back, ready to leave too.

"You're not going, are you?" Eddie followed you, quickly opening the van door for you to get in. "I don't know yet." you finished saying, fastening your seatbelt.

The trip to your house was silent, Eddio spent the whole way with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the window, holding his own head. You turned around abruptly, taking his attention away from whatever was going on in his head at that moment.

"Are you going to tell me why you were so offended or are you going to keep ignoring me?" you snapped.

He threw his cigarette out the window and replied without looking, almost in a whisper. "He looked at you like you were easy." He held your gaze, looking away only to look at your lips, moistening his lips with the tip of his tongue. "And you're not." he concluded.

And that was it. He waited for you to go inside and disappeared into the dark house.

The music was too loud. The beer was too warm. And Eddie was too close to her. You stood near the kitchen counter, pretending to sip from the red cup in your hand, the liquid clearly alcoholic but vaguely fruity and carbonated that someone had handed you when you arrived. The room was full of faces you barely knew, people you passed in the hallways.

You spotted Eddie again near the couch, talking to a girl from the previous year, Dani, maybe. She was laughing at something he said, leaning in with her hand on his chest like she belonged there and her legs crossed in the metalhead's lap, who didn't flinch or push her away. He just smiled, like always, like nothing touched him deeply enough to affect him.

And the worst part? He seemed fine, comfortable with that girl in extremely short clothes practically sitting on his lap.

You hadn't spoken to him since you got home from practice. Not since he said what he said and then acted like it didn't mean anything. And now here he was, putting on a show, drinking his drink and letting the girls touch him like it wasn’t driving you crazy.

Your brother walked through the kitchen and leaned against the counter next to you without warning. “Are you okay?” he asked, pointing to your untouched drink. “Yeah,” you lied, bringing the red cup to your freshly lipsticked lips.

He followed your gaze, finding Eddie in seconds. Of course he was.

Your brother raised an eyebrow.

“Is he being a jerk again?”

You didn’t answer. Not fast enough.

And that’s when Eddie felt his brother’s gaze and looked up. Your eyes met. Eddie didn’t say anything. He just raised his cup in a playful toast, like getting caught meant nothing. But the way his fingers crushed the rim of the cup said otherwise. Your brother exhaled and shook his head.

A second later, he turned his back and walked deeper into the house hallway, bedroom, somewhere with that girl.

Your pulse fluttered but before your brother could say anything else, Caleb appeared at your side with that casual, arrogant energy, offering you another drink as if it were a conversation starter. “I didn’t think you’d actually come,” he said, leaning in.

You forced a polite smile. “I didn’t think so either.” Your brother stayed long enough to see Caleb’s hand brush against your back.

You took the drink just to keep your hands busy, but your eyes were already drifting back to the hallway where Eddie had disappeared.

“Just surprised to see you without your babysitters.” Caleb said,

you stiffened, eyes flicking toward the hallway again. “I don’t need babysitting.”

“No,” he said, his eyes scanning you far too slowly. “You really don’t.”

It was smooth. Practiced. And it made your skin crawl.

You let out a breath, took a sip just to avoid responding and then you felt it. A presence. Heavy. Familiar.

Eddie. Watching from across the room again. His jaw was tight, and the cup in his hand was crushed, crumpling in on itself like he hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he had. Maybe he wanted you to see.

Caleb noticed too. He smirked.

“What’s his deal anyway?” he asked under his breath, leaning closer. “Always looks like he’s two seconds away from setting someone on fire.”

“Don’t worry about him,” you muttered. “he’s harmless”

When Caleb’s hand brushed your hip, that was enough. You slipped away from him without a word and headed toward the hallway, heart pounding, blood screaming.

You needed air, or space, anything. You pushed open the first door you found and there he was, Eddie and the same girl from later, her back to you, his hand extended a small bag of something crushed between his fingers.

The girl took it, gave a knowing smile, and then turned and walked past you without saying a word, touching up her lipstick as she went.

You stared at her, your jaw tense.

Eddie let out a sigh and massaged the bridge of his nose, already expecting what was coming next. He slowly turned to you and before anything else, he blurted out,

"It's not what it looked like." You laughed harshly, bitterly.

Eddie didn’t move. He just stood there, sighing, rubbing his face like he could feel the storm coming.

“No? So she wasn’t sitting on your lap ten minutes ago? Wasn’t that her hand on your chest?” He finally looked at you. His eyes dark, tired, and already filled with regret.

“I was selling her weed,” he murmured. “Oh yeah,” you snapped “Does her fingers up your shirt come with the usual service?”. His mouth twitched, but he didn’t smile, not this time.

“You let Caleb touch you.”

You stepped forward.

“You let her touch you. You let her sit on you.”

“I didn’t let anyone do anything,” he snapped. “She sat down. It wasn’t a fucking invitation.”

“You didn’t stop her either.”

He held up his hands “What did you want me to do? Push her away? Make a scene? Because, God forbid, I ever look like I care what you think.”

Your stomach twisted, that hurt, And he saw it.

“Don’t do that,” you said quietly, “don’t act like it,like this doesn't mean anything.” He blinked. Just once. He felt it. You knew he did.

And maybe that was finally enough, you parted your lips, the apology or more so confession,right there, balancing on your tongue.

Then the door creaked open

“There you are,” Caleb’s voice spilled in like poison. “Been looking for you.”

You turned your head just slightly, just enough to see Caleb standing in the doorway, holding another red cup and flashing that practiced grin.

Eddie’s jaw clenched, his stare dropped to the floor like he couldn’t stand the sight of either of you.

“Of course you were,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Then he moved, brushing past you, his shoulder hitting yours hard enough to make you stumble.

And just as he crossed the threshold, he threw the words over his shoulder like a knife. “It doesn’t.”

The door slammed behind him, and it echoed louder than the music outside.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of too-loud music and too-sweet drinks. After Eddie pushed past you and left you reeling, you didn’t try to follow him. You couldn’t, not when your lungs felt tight and your vision blurred with something dangerously close to tears.

You found Caleb again or maybe he found you, either way, you smiled when he handed you another cup, even if it tasted worse than the last.

You laughed at his dumb jokes, nodded when he leaned too close, pretending, for your own sanity, that none of it mattered.

But then you saw him, in the hallway near the back door, his hand against the wall, lips tangled with someone else’s. Her fingers curled in the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer and Eddie exploring her whole body with the tip of his fingers.

The world tilted slightly, your heart dropped so hard it might’ve hit the sticky party floor. You turned sharply, nearly spilling your drink, panic flooding your chest in hot waves. Your throat closed up and you weren’t sure if you wanted to scream or throw up.

You drank instead, more than you should have perhaps.

Everything after that was messy, you remembered your brother finding you near the kitchen, his voice distant and concerned. You remembered saying something stupid, laughing too loudly, insisting you were fine while your body begged for the opposite.

You didn’t remember how you ended up outside, but the cold was biting at your bare arms when your legs finally gave up. You stumbled near the porch, the sounds of the party muffled behind the door, and then there were hands, strong and familiar hands.

“Hey, hey sweetheart” Eddie’s voice, low and urgent, cuts through the noise in your head. “I got you.”

You tried to push him away at first, something slurred and shaky slipping from your lips. But your body betrayed you, leaning in the second he wrapped his arms around you.

“Don’t,” you mumbled against his chest. “Don’t act like you care.” but he didn’t answer, just pulled you in tighter.

Eddie carried you to the van, muttering curses under his breath, at himself mostly, and carefully laid you down in the backseat. His jacket came off next, tucked behind your head like a pillow. “She’s not okay,” your brother’s voice said behind him. “This is messed up.”

Eddie didn’t turn around, he just brushed a strand of hair from your forehead, jaw clenched like it hurt to look at you “I know,” he said. “I fucked up.”

Your eyes fluttered half open. You didn’t speak, just listened.

“Why’d you do it dude?” your brother pressed once the door slammed shut. They were in the front now. “You like her. I know you do. So why kiss someone else?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why” Eddie snapped. “I saw her with Caleb and my head went somewhere dark.”

“That’s not a reason,” your brother bit back.

“I didn’t mean for her to see it,” Eddie muttered. “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“But you did. And you keep doing it.” Eddie’s voice is hoarse now. “You think I don’t know that?”

You shifted in the back, trying not to make a sound, but your breath caught.

Eddie must’ve heard it. His voice softened.

“She’s not just some girl, man.”

The van rolled into silence again. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the quiet ache in your chest.

The house was dark when the van pulled up. Porch light flickering, the usual hum of cicadas and silence. Your brother opened the door first, stepping out with a sigh that sounded too heavy for his age. Eddie didn’t wait for instructions this time. He scooped you back into his arms, gentle like you were glass already cracked. You stirred, barely, cheek pressed to his chest, breath shallow from whatever mess you were drowning in.

“Take her to bed,” your brother said. Not cold, but not warm either. “And stay with her. Just in case.”

Eddie nodded once, he didn’t say anything back.

You woke to the chill of early morning creeping through the cracked window and your room drowning in shadows, but you weren’t alone.

There, on the floor, with his back against your dresser and his head tilted to the side, was Eddie, assleep. His breathing is steady, almost silent, his jacket half draped over his legs like a makeshift blanket, curls falling into his face.

For a second, you just watched him, and for this second, everything else,the party, the kiss, the ache in your chest, just faded.

Almost.

You sat up slowly, trying not to make a sound, but he stirred anyway, like he felt you move. His eyes opened, sluggish and dazed from sleep, and he blinked a few times before focusing on you.

“Hey,” he rasped, voice rough with exhaustion. “You’re alive.”

You didn’t answer right away, just stared. His smile was crooked, barely there, and still, somehow, sad.

“You should sleep more,” he muttered. “Still look a little pale. Like you might ghost me for real this time.”

“And you still look like an idiot,” you shot back, voice low and flat.

Eddie rested his arms on his knees and didn’t take his eyes off you.

“Idiot, sure. And smartass too. I told you Caleb was a dick.”

“You didn’t tell me, you growled it.”

He let out a dry laugh and rubbed his face. “Yeah, guess I did.”

“You always do this?” you asked, nodding toward him on the floor. “Fall asleep in drunk girls’ bedrooms?”

“No.” He yawned, jaw cracking. “Just the ones that make me insane.”

You were under the covers, still dressed, still pretending the world outside didn’t ache.

Eddie hadn’t moved since you noticed him,you shifted, the blanket rustling, and his eyes fluttered open.

He blinked a few times. “Hey…” His voice was gravel, sleep-soaked and low. “You okay?” You sat up slowly. “You stayed.”

He gave a dry chuckle, pushing his hair back. “Your brother said to keep an eye on you. Thought I’d fail if I left.”

“You always do what he says?” you murmured, voice quiet but teasing, laced with something bitter underneath.

Eddie’s brows twitched. “Depends on the day.” He rubbed his jaw, looking up at you from the floor, eyes scanning your face. “You scared the hell out of me tonight.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “I scared myself.”

There was a beat. And then his voice softened. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For all of it.” He stood slowly, each movement deliberate, eyes never leaving you. “For being a dick. For letting you think I didn’t care. For kissing someone else even though it didn’t mean a damn thing.”

You didn’t move, not at first, but something about the way he looked at you,like he was holding back, like he was afraid touching you would break the both of you,made the air buzz.

“And now?” you asked, voice hushed above a whisper.

He was in front of you now, close. Close enough that you could smell the faint mix of cigarettes and regret on him.

“Now I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, barely a whisper. “You’re all I think about it. Even when I try to forget. Especially when I try to forget.”

Your hand reached up,impulsive, aching and brushed his jaw. His breath hitched. “Then stop trying,” you said, voice breathy, eyes locked on his.

That was all it took.

He cupped your face and kissed you, slow at first, like he wanted to savor every second of it, like he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. His lips moved with a kind of desperation that made your stomach twist, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t touch you right.

Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, and you moaned softly when his tongue slid against yours. You were gasping by the time he pressed you gently down onto the bed, his hands roaming, fingertips dragging under the hem of your shirt.

“You want this?” he murmured against your mouth, you nodded, but he pulled back, eyes burning into yours. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes,” you breathed, hips arching up instinctively, chasing the friction of his body over yours. “I want you.”

He groaned, dragging your shirt over your head and kissing down your neck, slow and reverent. When his mouth reached your collarbone, you tilted your head to give him more, and when he bit gently into your skin, you whimpered,back arching, hands threading through his hair, pulling.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he said, sucking one of your nipples to his mouth, voice rough as his hand slid into your panties. You gasped as his fingers found you already wet, already aching.

“You’re so wet for me,” he growled against your throat, sliding one finger inside you, slow and deep.

You cried out, grinding against his hand. “Eddie”

“That’s it,” he whispered, curling his finger, watching you fall apart beneath him “Let me hear you.”

Your body was humming, pleasure coiling in your gut. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he rasped. “I’ll never stop if you keep making sounds like that.”

When he slid a second finger in, your hips bucked, and he groaned at how tight you felt. He kissed your stomach, then lower, until he was between your thighs. You barely had time to catch your breath before his tongue replaced his fingers like you dreamed a lot of times, he was hot, slow, methodical.

“Eddie! fuck” you cried out, hand covering your mouth, the other gripping the sheets. You were shaking already, hips grinding against his face, and he didn’t stop,not when you begged, not when your legs trembled around his head.

When he finally came up for air, lips wet and pupils blown wide, “you taste so sweet” he hovered over you, dragging his jeans down with one hand.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he muttered. “I can’t breathe when I look at you.”

You reached for him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lined himself up and pushed in, excruciating deep. Your breath caught and your eyes fluttered shut at the stretch.

“You okay?” he whispered, forehead resting against yours. “Yes,just move,please.”

He began to thrust, slow and steady, and every drag of his hips made your breath catch.

“I’m not gonna last,” he growled into your neck. “Not with you like this. Not when you’re looking at me like that.”

You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Then don’t.”

His pace picked up, his hand sliding between you to rub your clit, and your moans turned desperate, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Gonna make you come first,” he panted. “Wanna feel you shake around me, wanna hear you fall apart.”

“I’m, fuck fuck fuck Eddie, please”

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Let me have it.”

You came with a cry, clenching around him so hard it stole his breath, and he followed with a growl, hips stuttering, body trembling.

“You feel so good” he panted against your neck as he spilled inside you.

And then it was quiet again, the kind of quiet that made you dizzy, like the air had finally settled. He collapsed beside you, breathing hard, arm thrown over your waist as if letting go would undo everything that just happened.

You laid there in the dark, skin still buzzing, lungs catching on the shallow rise and fall of breath. The silence wrapped around you both like a heavy blanket, not awkward, not tense, just... thick. Weighted with everything neither of you had said.

Eddie was still beside you, his chest bare and damp with sweat, his hair clinging to his forehead. One arm curled loosely around your waist, like a tether, like if he let go, something might break.

You didn’t speak, didn’t really need to.

The room was thick with it: the afterglow, the breathlessness, the ache behind your ribs that had nothing to do with the way he’d touched you.

Your fingers skimmed the inside of his wrist, so gently it was barely a touch at all, but he responded like he felt it everywhere , his arm tightening just slightly around you, his face turning into your hair.

He exhaled through his nose.

The sound wasn’t happy, Wasn’t sad either.

It just… was.

You both stayed like that, still, quiet. The warmth between your bodies doing more than words ever could. Eventually, your eyelids grow heavy, lashes fluttering closed. You could still feel his breath on the back of your neck, warm and steady, his fingertips brushing your side rhythmically, like he was memorizing you even in your sleep.

Neither of you said what it meant. or said what would happen tomorrow.

But neither of you moved, either. And that said enough for now.

Part II

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edward-munson · 3 days ago

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bring me to life | E.M.

Summary: Eddie has had many dark days in his life. Until he meets you. Until he starts sharing his days with you– filled with late-night drives, shared smoke sessions, and laughter that feels like safety.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Warnings: Smut (protected p in v), oral, mentions of drug use, hurt/comfort, fluff

Word count: 10.2k

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Eddie had only set his eyes on you once. When he put on a show at the cafeteria in front of the entire school. When Jason Carver called him a freak, you couldn’t help but snort at Eddie's demeanor. Your reaction made him snap his head directly at you with a sly smile. You've never exchanged glances after that.

He likes to sit on the bench in the middle of the woods, where he usually gets to sell his shit. It's his spot for that, no one ever goes there unless it's for buying. At least that's what he always told himself. It's just him and the trees, this time. The weather is slicing cold. Whenever he breathes, the fog leaves his mouth dramatically. He's looking at his lunchbox, his trembling fingers tapping incessantly against it.

He doesn't want to use it. He swore to himself he would never try anything else rather than weed. He's done it before and it didn't feel good. Well, he wasn't supposed to mix drugs with alcohol, but he was too overwhelmed that week and he needed to cool off. His friend offered him LSD and he didn't deny it at the moment.

Eddie never used it again. He preferred weed. But now, everything else just feels irrelevant. He's almost failing school again, the town thinks he's a major freak. Not only just a freak, a cult Satanist who apparently likes to summon demons or whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean. His name is stained. People look at him weird. Chrissy doesn't even acknowledge him anymore, even though they had dated in the past. It's been only a year. Now she's dating Jason. He huffs– of course. They're perfect for each other.

He opens the lunchbox and picks up the plastic bag. It's ketamine. He knows he's not supposed to overtake it. He knows only a small amount is enough to get him to feel numb. It's the numbness that makes him get through the days. His friends, Jeff and Gareth, have no idea what goes on in his head. He never tells them. Eddie never tells Wayne. Or Dustin. He doesn't think it's going to make any difference anyway.

His hands still shake as he raises the plastic bag and looks at the Special K. He only ever sells it. He's never even tried it. Eddie knows it's easier and faster to kick in if he injects it, but he would rather just snort it. He licks his lips, feeling his blood rushing and his heart racing.

He just wants to feel peaceful. He just wants the numbness.

Until his thoughts are interrupted by a rustling sound among the trees. You suddenly appear, but you don't see him right away. He hurriedly shoves the plastic bag into the lunchbox and closes it, trying to nonchalantly pretend he wasn't about to take Special K. You're wearing headphones, holding a book in your hands, completely unaware of your surroundings.

Eddie watches you carefully, amused to see the way you're so distracted that you still don't notice he's sitting right across from where you take a seat. He doesn't say anything at first, but he doesn't want to scare you, so he wiggles his fingers in front of you. You're startled at first, quickly pulling your headphones off and placing your book over the table.

"Jesus, you scared me."

He huffs a small laugh "Sorry, didn't mean that."

You close the book and pause the tape in your walkman, glancing up at him.

"You okay?"

There's something about him that is intriguing. He seems too loud, too smooth and too confident at school. The moment he leaves the door, he's a whole different person. You have never talked, but you have noticed it before. The way he tries to avoid social interaction even with his friends. The way he seems to always be too distant, always smoking a cigarette looking into nothing.

He shrugs. It's a lie of a shrug. Nothing about him is okay. You look at him for a long time, eyes narrowing a little like you're trying to read a language he doesn't speak anymore.

"You're not" You point it out.

"I didn't know anyone would be out here. I come here when I want to be alone" You say a little shyly.

"Same" He says in a low, rough voice.

You nod, as if you understand it. You pull the sleeves of your hoodie in discomfort, like you're trying not to feel awkward.

"Want me to leave?" You ask, trying not to stare into him for too long.

He opens his mouth and then closes it.

"No, stay" He mutters.

You nod again, and silence fills the air. It stretches for several minutes, you don't know exactly what to say and he's not in the mood to talk. Even though he tries to make sense in his head why the hell you are still sitting here, even though you asked if he wanted you to leave. You were never like the other people who glare at him. You don't judge him or look at him differently, even though you don't know each other well. You're genuine, and you don’t see him as broken.

You don't know what he carries in the lunchbox, but he seems to be staring at it so intently that it makes you wonder just why the hell he's doing that. You don't ask him, though. But somehow, for the first time, he doesn't feel numb. He feels seen.

You offer him to listen to the music in your walkman, he shades your music taste and you start an argument about it. It's not a fight, it's just a conversation. It makes him get so distracted that he forgets what he was supposed to do minutes before you got there. He laughs when you say things so naturally. Eddie looks so much more like the person you see at school, even though you know people don't actually like him.

Eddie left the woods with you on his side, he offered you a ride to your house, a place you share with Robin. You invited him for dinner because you knew he was having a hard moment before you stumbled upon him, but he denied it. You had offered him to have dinner with you too many times, you tried to convince him it was fine, that Robin wouldn't mind. He didn't want to. He didn't feel welcome.

He started inviting you to smoke weed with him in his bedroom instead of spending his time alone. At first, he's kind of nervous to have someone else inside of his personal space, but he wanted company. He wanted you to make him company. It was the first time you were actually witnessing him having fun after so long.

He glances up at you with a crooked little smirk "You ever smoked before?"

You raise an eyebrow at his question "What kind of question is that?"

He shrugs "An honest one. Could go either way with you."

You toss a Froot Loop at him. It bounces off his chest and he catches it midair with his mouth, triumphantly.

"Well?" He coaxes.

You hesitate just a second too long "A few times. Nothing major."

He grins as if that was the answer he'd been waiting for and reaches under his bed to get a wooden box that looks too beat up, with Metallica sticks that are faded and almost peeled off at the sides "Wanna get a little high with me?"

You chew on a rainbow-colored loop thoughtfully, then nod "Yeah. Okay."

"Cool." He says it casually.

But there's a flicker of something else behind his eyes. Excitement, maybe. Nervousness, definitely. You shift on the bed, bouncing your feet as you watch him roll the joint slowly, with a care you didn't expect, the tip of his tongue peeking out between his lips while he focuses.

"You do this a lot?" You ask.

"Not as much lately" He licks the paper to seal it, and the action suddenly makes your stomach flutter "But… sometimes. When the noise gets too loud upstairs."

He is referring to thoughts in his mind, and you understand what that means. And the only way to make it easier is to read a book in the middle of the woods. Or to spend time with Steve.

Shit, Steve. You were supposed to meet him earlier that day and you completely forgot about it. You wince when you think about him, about the way he must have been worried at first, and then probably mad after calling your place and finding out you were not there.

He lights it and takes a slow drag, then hands it to you without ceremony. You take it between your fingers, inhale cautiously, feel the slow warmth spread down into your chest. It's smoother than you expected. Softer.

"See? "You're a natural" He says with a grin while watching the smoke leave your lips.

You exhale toward the ceiling and give him a lazy smile "I think I'm just trying to impress you."

He laughs and leans his head back against the dresser with a satisfied sigh "Shit. You already do."

There's a long silence after that, but not awkward. It's quiet, intimate. The kind of silence that makes everything else fade out, like the hum of the fridge down the hall. He feels weird after saying something like that out loud, and curses himself for talking too much.

You take another hit and pass it back, his fingers brush against yours.

"Y'know, you being here... it's kinda weird" He says as smoke curls out of his mouth.

You glance down at him, surprised. "Weird how?"

He shrugs, his eyes moving to follow the trace of smoke "Just– I don't usually hang out with people like this. In here. It's my little cave, you know? Most people don't stick around long enough to see it."

You look around his messy room, his bed is unmade, there are faded posters on the wall and too many guitar picks spread on his night stand. Somehow, you're glad they weren't condoms.

"I like it here" You say honestly.

His eyes flick to yours and his brows crease "Yeah?"

You nod "It's… you."

He looks away again, suddenly shy, and hands you the joint "Be careful. Say things like that and I might start thinking you mean it."

"I do mean it" You say quietly, taking another drag. "I'm not here out of pity, Munson."

He grins without looking at you after a beat of a moment passed "Yeah, well. You'd have to pity yourself too, being seen in this disaster zone."

You laugh, curling up tighter on the bed, starting to feel the high settling inside of you "You're not that much of a disaster."

"Oh, I absolutely am" He says as he climbs the bed and dramatically flops down beside you with a sigh "I'm a walking tornado of long hair, bad decisions, and emotional damage."

You nudge him with your knee "You forgot 'kind of sweet sometimes when you're not looking.'"

He goes quiet at that. Eddie turns his head on the pillow to look at you, a soft look in his eyes "You think I'm sweet?"

"You say that like it's something impossible" You reply.

He stares at you for a second like he's not sure what to do with that. Then he looks up at the ceiling "Shit. I'm so high right now."

You laugh, and the sound makes his eyes flick back to you again, like he can't help it. He reaches out, like instinct, and gently tugs on the hem of your sleeve.

"Thanks for being here tonight" He says a little quieter.

You nudge your foot against his "Thanks for asking me."

You just lie there, even though the joint is nearly burned out, just side by side. Not touching, but close enough to feel each other's warmth in that moment. He keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye.

And you pretend not to notice.

You really needed to have a conversation with Steve at this point. You've been turning down every invitation to go out with him. Either it was something you had to do, or simply because you wanted to stay with Eddie instead. But it wasn't fair to him, even though you didn't have anything serious going on. You slowly became distant, like you were avoiding him, and he started to notice the way you kept giving him excuses.

And you didn't know why, you didn't know how. It felt like a magnet kept pulling you back to Eddie.

You get inside Benny's, sliding into the booth across from Steve at the same spot you've always been to. The sunset crosses the table and catches the rims of his sunglasses, as he pushes them up into his hair. He's already got your order waiting, the same as always. That used to mean something. At least to him.

You sit down and smile at him and he does the same. Although, there's something different about the way his lips curl and it makes your stomach flinch.

"Hey, you made it" He says gently and you nod.

"I did" You pick the fries and dip them in your favorite sauce.

"So, how's Eddie?" His voice is light, somehow.

You blink "Eddie?"

"Yeah" He leans back in the booth, arms crossed, but not in a mean way. He just seems closed off "The guy you've been with every day for the last, I don't know, three weeks?"

Your heart does that uncomfortable flip with guilt, mostly. But also something else, something you're not sure how to name yet.

"I didn't realize it was that obvious" You murmur.

Suddenly the fries didn't seem very appetizing for you anymore.

Steve just gives you a half-smile "You forgot to meet me the other night. Remember?"

Your stomach turns again.

"Oh god. Steve, I'm so sorry. I completely spaced, I thought it was next Thursday."

You didn't space, you were getting high with Eddie that day. Or maybe you did space a little bit.

You cover your mouth with your hand and sigh.

"Shit. That's not like me. I didn't mean to–"

"I know you didn't. I know" He says quickly.

You look at each other as silence between you sharpens, as he looks down at his own dish for a moment.

"I'm sorry I've been a shitty friend" You reach out for his hand and Steve glances up at you with a small smile on his face.

"Yeah you were, a little bit" You scoff and swat his hand away, ripping a chuckle from his mouth.

"I'm gonna have to make it up to you, don't I?"

He tilts his head, rubbing his chin theatrically. You roll your eyes "Yeah, pretty much. But don't worry, I won't be mean."

You both chuckle as you look at each other for a moment. He reaches for your hand again and you take his hand, your fingers grazing his skin. The softness of his hand has always been one of your favorite things about him. It made you feel wanted, it made you feel safe. But maybe it could still make you feel safe, even if not in the same way as before.

"So, Eddie…" He drags, stealing a few fries from your plate.

"What about him?"

"You two are pretty close" He says nonchalantly, like he can see there's more to it than you'd ever admit.

"He's a good friend, it's nice to have someone as crazy as he is around" Your voice almost – almost – sounds like syrup. Like it gives off something more.

Steve hums and starts bombing you with questions about Eddie, your friendship, your small encounters in the woods. Where you listen to music, where Eddie spends his time judging your music taste all the time.

He listens to you ramble and notices the way your eyes sparkle with affection when you talk about the metalhead.

You get a ride back home with him, you wish you could invite him inside and stay with him for the rest of the night. But it didn't feel right anymore. Something inside of you kept screaming back saying that it wasn't what you really wanted. Not with him, at least. So you give him a kiss, the last one. It makes his stomach flutter and his heart race, but he knows it's temporary. He knows it's not what you really want.

Steve knows he's not the one you want to kiss, and he also knows this was never meant to be something.

That day, you were all invited to Reefer Rick's house party. Eddie picked Robin and you, told you to stay with him at all times and demanded you don't take any drugs from anyone. You both nodded, giggling at the mother-like figure, amused. You spent the whole night together, drinking and smoking his weed.

He had never felt more alive before. He missed his friends, he missed playing in the band. He had distanced himself because he didn't feel like himself anymore. It only happened because of you. Because you showed up before he made a decision that would change his entire life.

You're lying on the grass, chatting, laughing and making jokes that don't make sense. Whenever Rick showed up offering something different you would make a fuss about it and mock Eddie for telling you to not accept drugs from strangers. A few things changed that day. You had become closer, he and Robin became best friends.

He had finally gotten to know Steve, realizing the former jock wasn't a douchebag anymore. He was kinda nice, and funny. He was really close to the teens and that seemed to have made a difference.

It was the first time he actually got inside your house. He slept on the couch, woke up early– before you two. Made you breakfast, watered your plants. Eddie made you listen to the radio he usually likes to listen to. He made fun of yours and Robin's music taste. He even forgot he was hungover from drinking and smoking weed. Things seemed to have been pretty decent for him, he forgot why he was so upset in the first place.

But you noticed that crack between reality and fantasy he had suddenly created after you started hanging out. You noticed the subtle change of humor out of nowhere, the way his eyes would momentarily flick from happiness to sadness when no one was looking. You wanted to pull him aside and actually ask him how he was feeling, what was intriguing him.

You know he's not exactly the town's favorite person, you know people liked to scrutinize him in order to see if he was actually a devil worshiper. He's fucking far from that.

You would see the way Eddie would drop his gaze every time he and Steve were together. Like he was less important, like he wasn't worth being a friend. As if he was the outcast who people pitied. He didn't wear fancy clothes or colognes, he didn't have expensive cars. He didn't have a beautiful face and a good reputation. He wasn't a girl's magnet, and god– he had never wanted that anyway.

But you would never notice the way he looked at you when you smiled or laughed. Or when you made him breakfast or dinner. Or when you made stupid jokes just to make him laugh. The way he called you "sweetie" all the time for a reason, and maybe he knew he would never actually have you more than just a friend.

He couldn't stop looking at you. At school, he had to ground himself, otherwise he would spend the entire break in the cafeteria just gawking at you. He did it like a fucking hawk. When you would leave school with Steve or Robin, he would wonder what you were doing that day. Whenever you spent the days apart from him, he just stared into his bedroom wall thinking what it would be like to just sleep you.

And he means sleep, not sex. Obviously, he wanted to have sex with you, he's miserably in love with you and it hasn't even been that long since you've actually met each other properly. He's head over heels for you and he feels lame for that.

Because why on Earth someone just like you, would want to have anything to do with him?

The answer he doesn't know is: everything. Your eyes would always look for him at school. You would always check if his van was parked, even thought he'd told you Wayne also uses it every once in a while. You keep checking the woods, and when you see him sitting on that bench, your heart would start racing.

It was ridiculous. It felt like you were 12 years old. It felt like you had never been there before. And you did, once. It wasn't the greatest thing to ever happen to you though, but you had been in love before. Probably not like that.

You didn't know, but this one was ravishing. If you two weren't together, it was like the world just didn't function.

And when Eddie sees you with Steve? God, he just wished the ground beneath his feet would just open and swallow him. He got nothing compared to the former jock. Nothing.

Little did he know, you weren't sleeping with Steve anymore.

You were helping him wash his van. It was a spring afternoon, the sun was burning upon your heads. He didn't put on sunscreen and you know he was going to get sunburned, he was just too stubborn.

"Lift the hose a little more, so I can get the dust off" He asked, stepping onto a plastic chair.

He was wearing only shorts, and his body was covered in tattoos that stretched from his neck down to his waist, even across his stomach. You had rarely seen him shirtless before, and it made you feel flushed. Your cheeks burned, but you weren't sure if it was from the sun.

As he scrubbed the top of his van, you held the hose up.

"Sweetie" He says, pulling you out of your thoughts "You're almost soaking me!"

You look at him as water sprays from the hose, nearly drenching him. You giggle and splash water into his face with your arm. He scoffs, quickly steps down from the chair, covers his face, and drops the sponge he was using.

"You menace... You're gonna regret that!" His tone is playful and you laugh at him, your hand moving to cover him with water again "You're lucky it's hot!"

He steps toward you and you squeal when he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Eddie, no! Eddie–" He easily pulls the hose out of your hand and soaks you. You feel the goosebumps from the coldness, but it feels refreshing to be wet.

You try to snatch the hose from his hand, but he's stronger than you. The more you attempt to rip it out of his grasp, the more he holds you. Water sprays wildly as you both tumble slightly off-balance, landing in a puddle of water.

His arms wrap around you instinctively to keep you steady, and when the laughing starts to die down, he notices he's still holding you. Still flushed from the sun, from the chase, from something else that hasn't been said yet. He doesn't let you go. He doesn't want to let you go.

Eddie locks his eyes on your lips, it lingers there. He swallows harshly, feeling his heart thumping against his chest, his ears ringing. He hesitates, like he always does when something matters. He doesn't want to ruin things between you, he doesn't want to lose you. You're the only good thing that happened in his life. Well, Robin too. And maybe Steve. But you, you're different.

His fingers tighten ever so slightly on your waist, his breathing is shaky, but he doesn't move. As if he's afraid of messing it up, as though kissing you might burn him. But you do it first. You don't overthink it, you lean in and press your lips against his. Slowly and gently. His breath catches in his throat and he holds back the urge to grunt, he doesn't want to sound greedy.

And then he melts into it. His hand slides up to your back, into your wet hair, and his mouth moves against yours like he's been waiting a thousand lifetimes for this. He kisses you like you're both made of glass, careful to not break the moment. You have to pull back to catch your breath and he's staring at you like you just remade him entirely. Like he's in another universe.

"Holy shit" He whispers, ripping a giggle out of you.

"Yeah."

You look into each other like the rest of the world doesn't matter. But the hose splashes water across both your feet and you laugh, leaning your forehead against his. You feel the way he squeezes your waist like he doesn't want to let go of you, not yet.

Eddie pulls his van up on your driveway and kills the engine. His fingers grip the wheel a little too tight for his liking, because he doesn't want to let go of you, not yet. He's afraid that, if he does, you won't ever come back. And he doesn't want you to slip away from him.

His jaw tightens and his lips press together firmly. You unbuckle the seatbelt and turn over to look at him.

Your shirt is still clinging to your back, damp from the hose, and your hair is a mess. Eddie's fingers drum against the steering wheel like he's trying to keep himself calm.

You look at him and he's already looking at you.

There's a faint blush on his cheeks, the kind that doesn't match the usual bravado he carries around. His curls are still damp, one of them is stuck to his jaw. He looks half-boy, half-wrecked, like that kiss cracked something open he's not ready to put into words yet.

"You want me to walk you to the door?" He asks quietly, wincing at the question immediately.

What kind of question is that? You don't ask someone, you just do. He thinks.

You smile "You trying to be a gentleman now?"

He shrugs bashfully "Maybe I just want a reason to stay longer."

The sentence sits in the air between you. It's soft, but heavy at the same time. Your stomach keeps fluttering at the sight in front of you.

"I don't have to go in yet" You say simply.

He looks up at you, surprised. Then his whole face softens, like you just gave him the answer he needed.

"Okay. Cool. Yeah. Okay" He breathes and you chuckle at his nervousness.

You sit there like that, just… being. Your left hand rests on his bare knee and he hesitates. Should he take your hand between his and just leave it there?

"Can I ask you something?" He says suddenly.

You nod.

"Did you want to kiss me before I kissed you?"

"I kissed you" You correct, smiling.

He grins, looking down "Right, that. You know what I mean."

You squeeze his hand gently and he seems more flushed than before "Yeah, I did."

He glances at you through his lashes, something flickering in his eyes, something that's not just attraction. Something deeper. Something like relief.

"Good. That's good" He gives you a soft, but timid smile.

You both just stay quiet again. The sun starts dipping into the horizon, behind the tress, casting an orange glow in the sky. Eddie eyes you a little nervously, before scooting closer to you. Your legs both separated by the gear shift knob. You tilt your head and purse your lips, anticipation bubbling inside of you for what's about to happen again.

He lifts his hand and cradles your face, smacking your lips together a little too tenderly. When his lips part, yours follow, and your tongues meet in a soft sweep. It's tender and intimate this time, it's the kind of kiss that makes your heart squeeze and your lungs forget what air is like. His fingers tighten slightly along your jaw, digging into your skin.

He exhales into your mouth, a quiet sound that sends goosebumps trailing down your spine. You shift a little closer, and your knee brushes his.

He pulls back just a breath away, his lips still hovering over yours.

You can still taste the bubblegum he had earlier, right after having lunch. His breath hits your skin and it's like you're frozen in time. Eddie, on the other hand, seems frazzled. As if his mind had been working to funcion ever since he noticed his feelings for you.

He walked you to your door, kissed you again, waited until you locked it and walked to his van. It took him a couple of minutes until his soul came back to his body and he finally took in what just happened. He drove back to his trailer with a smile on his lips that wouldn't slip away, his cheeks started to cramp.

That night, he laid in bed and close his eyes. He saw flashes of the day he spent with you like a movie. His skin shivered at the thought of you under him in his frontyard, all soaked and smiling. Your face a little sunburned. At the thought of your lips against his in a wet kiss.

He groaned and shoved the pillow against his face. He was fucked up, he knew that.

~•°☆

He suddenly became absent. After your kiss, at least. You wouldn't see him that much around at school, and when you walked to the spot in the woods, he wouldn't be there. Jeff and Gareth were seeing him less and less as well, and it left you wondering what could've happened. You didn't feel intimate, for some reason, to ask him what was happening. Steve said he hadn't seen his friend either, and neither did Dustin.

Eddie didn't want to tell anyone how bad he had been feeling. He didn't own anyone explanations of his whereabouts. Something inside of him just bloomed when he saw how close you and Steve were. How he would hover around you during class breaks, how you would crack at whatever the fuck he'd be telling you.

He felt as though he'd been used. Like you felt sorry he probably had only kissed one girl in his life.

You started to feel worried about him, about his well-being. It didn't take you more than a week to finally follow him when you saw him leaving school. He wasn't driving that day, so you tried to hurry your way up to his trailer and actually wait for him. You had met Wayne before- he liked you, he wouldn't mind if you waited there. He knew Eddie can be quiet and often shut everyone out.

You waited for him. You've waited for several hours, you had to tell Robin where you were because it was getting too late. Wayne had to leave for work, it was already 1 a.m. when he left. Eddie arrived an hour later. You were glad he wasn't driving, because he was drunk. He tripped over the steps of the trailer before getting in, not seeing you first until you almost gave him a heart attack from your yelling.

"Where the hell were you?" You asked, your voice too loud, stunning him the moment he closed the door behind him.

He dropped his keys, clutching his chest and squinting his eyes "Jesus Christ."

Eddie looked at you through his hazy eyes, his body unbalanced from the whiskey he had.

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" He slurred.

"Wayne" You roll your eyes "Where were you, Eddie?"

You help him walk to his bedroom, where you had been only once, and sit him down on his bed. His body was completely uncoordinated because of the alcohol. You help him remove his shirt and his jeans, not caring if he was almost naked in front of you.

"Eddie–"

"Why do you care? You all pity me! You all feel bad for me, I can take a fucking hint" He lashes out all of a sudden and it startles you "You feel bad for me, you feel sorry for me. Poor Eddie must have never kissed anyone in his life, so maybe I'll kiss him just so he can die a satisfied, not a virgin-kiss man!"

"What?" Your voice trips and you feel the tension and the pressure building up in your chest "I have never felt bad for you, Eddie. Not once in my life, not even when I didn't know you!"

He chuckles, putting on his shirt but it's inside out. The label of the fabric is in the front. He almost stumbles over his backpack and he curses when he can't even put his pants on.

"Let me help you" You offer, but he lifts his hand up in denial.

"I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. I'm a lost cause and a fucking failure! Why did you even kiss me in the first place?"

He didn't make any sense and it stung. Because he thought you only kissed him out of pity.

"Because I wanted to, you idiot! You're not a failure, Eddie! Don't let what other people say get into your head, please. You're a nice person, you're kind, you're funny. You're special, you make us laugh, you make us have a good time. We love being around you, I love being with you!"

Eddie slumps down onto the floor, his back hitting the foot of his bed. He shoves his face into his hands, his arms on top of his knees. He starts crying, and it surprises you because not once in your life did you see him cry in front of anyone.

He sobs and he's not even ashamed, his chest rumbles from the weeping. You bend down, placing a hand over his hair, pulling the strands of his bangs out of his face. He doesn't look at you, he's not even sure he wants to look at you.

Because he's afraid of seeing that face. The face of someone who feels bad for him.

"Eddie... Please look at me."

He doesn't. He shakes his head and cries into his hands. He starts rocking back and forth, mumbling incoherent words you can't make out.

"Eds, it's me" You place your hand on top of his, carefully trying to pull it back. Trying to bring comfort to him.

But he's shocked when he hears his nickname roll out of your tongue. You've called him that before, he always liked it. He always liked the way you called him that. But it's different this time, it hits deep within.

He lifts his head up and meets your eyes. Your caring, loving eyes. His eyes are bloodshot red and puffy, just like his lips. His cheeks are flushed and wet, there are still tears streaming down his face. He leans into your touch, your thumb swiping away his tears.

"I've never felt sorry for you. I've never felt bad for you, I don't see you as a lost cause or a failure, or anything for that matter... Eddie, you're the most important person in my life. You're the most genuine person I know..."

He sniffles and diverts his gaze. He thinks back to the few times he saw you hanging on Steve's neck, even after he had met you. He lets out a huff, looking down at his knees.

"I'm sure you feel the same way about Steve. But the only difference is that he's not a fucking loser."

You pull back only a few inches, scanning his features. Is that jealousy? Was he jealous of Steve the whole time? But you were not even together.

"You're not a loser. And I love Steve, he's my friend."

He laughs this time, and even though his face holds that weird laugh, he still manages to cry.

"Who fucks their friend?"

It comes out bitter and his tongue weighs a hundred pounds for saying that. You raise your brows, scoffing.

"We're not hooking up anymore, Munson. And we've always been friends, even then."

Eddie feels like a bucket of ice had been dropped on top of his head. He should've known. He hasn't seen you around each other like that anymore, but maybe he refused to believe that. Maybe he wanted to believe he wasn't interesting enough for you. Maybe he wanted to see what felt right for him.

But he was wrong.

"I'm sorry. I'm fucking sorry, sweetie" He starts crying again, and this time, you pull him in for a tight hug "I'm a fucking mess."

"It's okay, Eds. You're not a mess, stop saying things like that."

You rest your chin onto his head, your fingers curl between his hair and he tries to ease his anxiety, but it only worsens when he thinks about the things he wanted to do until you showed up.

"You're going to hate me, sweetie. You're going to hate me when I tell you what I was about to do that day we met. You'll want to leave me, I know you will."

You glance at him and see the way he's looking at you. He's afraid. He's fucking afraid. He's desperate to get it all out of his chest, to get it over with. Because you deserve to know he was getting worse and worse.

"Eddie, I would never do that" You place a kiss on the back of his hand and he softens "No matter how bad it is. I'm always here."

He tried to hold back the tears that kept soaking his shirt. He stuttered the words out, he rambled and the whole time he told you about it, he couldn't stand looking at you.

"I just– I thought it would be a distraction. I'm so fucking tired of being judged for doing nothing" He mumbles in his crying and you stroke his hair.

"I never told you what I was doing out there in the woods the day we met."

He doesn't look at you when he speaks, and you go still.

"I had it in my lunchbox. Special K. That's what they call it, right? Ketamine."

You don't say anything. Not yet.

"I wasn't… I wasn't gonna do anything dramatic, or permanent, or anything. I just…" He shakes his head, feeling his jaw clench "I wanted to not exist for a while. Just float away and feel nothing. Like the weight would finally shut up."

Your heart aches for him.

"I didn't even think it through. I just took my lunchbox and went there. The woods would be quiet enough, far enough. No one would see me wreck myself."

He gulped, trying to focus his eyes on something else.

"And then you showed up. Headphones on, reading a fucking book like you were walking through Narnia."

You try to smile, but your throat is too tight.

"I remember thinking…" Eddie lets out a shaky laugh "God, I remember thinking 'of course this beautiful girl just waltzes into my overdose like it's a goddamn indie movie'."

You press your hands quietly over his and he doesn't pull away.

"I didn't take it. Because you looked at me like I wasn't invisible. You waved, you smiled. You sat down and just… stayed."

A tear slips down your cheek before you can stop it.

"I never thought anyone would" His voice breaks again "Not after all the shit with Chrissy. The town, the hiding. The guilt, the loneliness. I didn't think anyone should."

"Eddie" You whisper, tightening your fingers over his hand "You didn't deserve any of that. None of it was your fault."

"I know" He says quietly "Now, I do, sort of. But back then I was so tired of trying to prove I wasn't poison."

His words hit you too strongly. You don't see him like that, you never did. Not even back then at the cafeteria, not when you saw him hurrying out of the school to be alone.

"I'm really glad you didn't take it" You whisper.

"Yeah. Me too."

You take both of his hands and kiss his knuckles. Your eyes glued to his brown red-rimmed ones that are still glassy. Eddie watches your gentleness and sighs, trying to compose himself. You drop your hands for only a moment, pulling him closer to you for a hug. You cried for him, you cried with him. You couldn't help but feel bad for him because he deserved more than just pain.

"You have me. You have your friends from Hellfire, even Robin. And mostly, you have your uncle. Just promise me you won't ever do that."

"Shit, sweetie. I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to bring you into this mess."

"Don't apologize, I'm glad I'm here with you now. We'll get through this, together. I'm always going to be here for you" Your voice is low, gentle and caring.

You hold him up, help him change his clothes and sit him on his bed. After that, you head to the kitchen to make him some tea. The warm drink helps calm him down; he stops crying, and the stress seems to dissipate.

It was almost dawn when you both went to bed and just laid there. You kept smoothing his hair while his head rested on your shoulder. His arm was wrapped around your waist, and his cool, ringed fingers grazed your skin underneath your shirt.

It was the first time you actually slept with him like this, and it felt so good.

You spent the entire weekend together. You took him to your house and you watched movies with him, while Robin stayed at Vickie's. He didn't want to leave you. He kept clinging to you as if you were to disappear. He snuggled against your neck, placing kisses over your skin. You danced to the songs playing on the radio even if they were metal songs.

Eddie wanted to know more about you. He asked about your situationship with Steve, and you told him you ended things only a few weeks after you had met him. He giggled quietly, he knew why. He just couldn't believe it. And maybe you knew that too, but played cool just to see what his reaction would be.

After the weekend, when you told Robin how it went, she couldn't stop gasping. Because she noticed the way you would turn down Steve's offer to have sex every time he had the chance. He asked Robin a few times if you were seeing anybody else and just didn't want to tell him, she said no. When she finally realized the way you and Eddie became too close, she figured it all out.

"Oh my God! You had a crush on him!" She said loudly and you furrowed your brows "You're so slow, Jesus."

"It wasn't a crush, I just liked being around him!"

"Exactly. Because you have a crush on Munson" She pointed at you playfully with a smug face.

"... Maybe"

Your cheeks blushed and she giggled, giving you a hug.

Steve met Eddie at The Hideout for a few drinks. The metalhead himself invited his friend out, he wanted to become closer. He wanted to fit in, he wanted to give himself a chance. Steve might have looked at him differently in the past, but he's grown fond of him.

The former jock mentioned your fling, the way you would give him excuses every time. And all those times you denied his invitation were the times you spent with Eddie. It clicked right then and there. He put two and two together.

Steve laughed.

"Robin would tell me she was with you. Guess I figured why" Steve said, taking a swig of his beer.

Eddie felt a leap in his heart, a tug in his chest. A warmth that kept spreading across his face.

"Sorry I stole her from you."

"Nah" Steve shrugged "It was never serious. And I can see how happy she is with you. And how much you have changed since you met her."

He couldn't fight the grin. Eddie wasn't sure you had a crush back then, but it all makes sense now. Back then, it was just a friendship for him, surprisingly.

"She really likes you, man. We all like you" He bumps his shoulder against Eddie's, a lipped smile on his face.

They've been sitting in comfortable silence for a while.

And then Steve says it, not like an accusation, or even a joke. But with a careful tone that lands too soft, which surprised Eddie.

"So… you kissed her."

Eddie doesn't answer right away, he just drags his head back against the wall behind him with a low groan.

Steve smirks "I'll take that as a yes."

"Shut up" Eddie mutters, dragging a hand down his face.

Steve watches him playfully "Was it good?"

Eddie exhales, like he doesn't have another option but to tell Steve "It was… yeah. Yeah, it was more than good."

Steve nods once and smiles, tapping him on the thigh. He takes another sip from his can "You love her?"

Eddie blinks "That's… I don't know."

"Yes, you do."

Eddie groans "I hate how smug you sound."

"I am smug. I knew from the second you started showing up to hangouts late, and looking all... floaty."

"Floaty?"

"Yeah. You had that look. Like your heart was full and your brain had left the building."

Eddie shakes his head "You're the worst therapist."

Steve shrugs. "Maybe. But I'm not wrong."

The metalhead figdet with the hem of his sleeve, staring down at the floor. His friend doesn't say anything either, letting the quiet stretch a little longer.

"I'm actually scared" He says.

Steve furrow his brows and becomes more serious "Of what?"

"That I'm gonna ruin it. Or that I already have."

"You didn't" Steve says without hesitation. "You were honest. You let her in, and that's the hardest part."

Eddie doesn't answer, but his shoulders unroll at ease.

"Hey" Steve adds, nudging him with his foot "For what it's worth? I'm glad it was you."

Eddie looks up at him, a little startled "What?"

"With her" Steve clarifies, like it's obvious "You were a mess, but you still showed up. You care. That's the only thing that matters."

Eddie stares at him "You're really gonna let me off the hook that easy?"

Steve smirks "No. You mess it up, I will kick your ass. But until then… yeah. I'm rooting for you."

Eddie lets out a slow, shaky breath, and nods. And for the first time in days, maybe weeks, he lets himself believe it.

I like her too. I like her a lot. I actually love her. He wanted to say.

He felt a strange sensation inside him that he hadn't experienced in a long time. It was happiness. It was acceptance. He was no longer alone.

~•°☆

You would show up at school with Eddie tangled in your arms. He didn't care that people gave you the weird looks, the glaring. He also didn't want to cause a commotion, so he would only stop by to kiss you during class breaks. He would sit with his friends at the cafeteria and throw you a few glances. Whenever he did that, your heart would race and you would feel your legs numb.

Oh, the young love.

Eddie started pulling you into the janitor's room. Lock the door behind him, dig his fingers into the small of your back, kiss you with lust. His tongue would do things to you. Not only when you kiss. He always slips his tongue across your skin, licking your pulse point, then leaving a spit trail until he reaches your ear lobe. He bites into the spot and rips a moan out of your mouth.

He didn't know how he would make it to the other classes without busting in his pants. Maybe he became an expert at putting weird thoughts into his head. He would lose his boner immediately after thinking about Mrs. Click. Worked every time.

Eddie takes you on simple dates. He's not fancy, he doesn't like fancy. When you say you want something like that, he does it only to please you. But you never bothered going to a simple diner or a cafeteria. Or bowling. Or karaoke. Or even The Hideout. You always have the most fun there, either way. You'd drink until you feel tipsy, get home and just spend the rest of the night kissing.

He takes his time with you. He wants to fuck you, he wants to make love to you. He wants you in all honesty, but he doesn't want to ruin it. Even though you've done it before. Multiple times. With Steve. He can't compete, but he doesn't want to compare himself to another man. He knows you like his tattoos, he lets you kiss them all over. He feels smug every time you look at his bulge and your eyes flicker with pleasure.

Robin is once again out. You had just arrived from Rink-O-Mania after too many attempts at standing on your feet and failing every time. You're both laughing too hard, talking about your day. Something snaps in your head and you lead him to your bedroom, and he thinks "finally".

You being the one to lead it to sex is something interesting to him. You push him onto your bed, straddling him. You spread kisses all over Eddie, all over his tattoos. You take his shirt off, your mouth lingers on his sensitive spot between his sternum. He shivers when you press your tongue flat on his skin.

He pulls your hair carefully, almost lifting his body to feel you even more. One of your hands goes down to his jeans, unbuckling his belt and unzipping the fabric. His heart is hammering and he almost can't hear anything. He's too stunned, he's too fucking stunned. Your fingers graze his boxers and stroke his cock through the damp material, making his lips leave a grunt. You keep stroking him up and down, your mouth finds his and he latches onto you. His tongue swipes against yours in a way that makes your core heat up even more.

You're soaking for him, your jeans are almost stained with your slick. You lower his boxers and finally pump him, feeling his thick cock around your fingers. Your fingers slip against his hardness, his tip leaks with precum incessantly, and the more you stroke him, the more he groans against your lips. He thrusts against your hand, he whimpers against your mouth.

Eddie is already a fucking mess and he really loves it. He doesn't care if he's loud, if he's greedy. He takes off your shirt and your bra, his thumb pressing your nipple in circles, rubbing your skin keenly. His fingertips dig into you as you bring him to the edge of his bliss. His cock twitches between your hand and you chuckle against the kiss. You pull back and give him a peck before making your way down his body, a coil inside his stomach kicks in as he glances at you.

Your eyes never leave him, even when you wrap your lips around his dick, but he can't hold back the moan. He throws his head back onto the pillow with a gruffed mumble, his hand flying down your hair as he pulls it back. You slide down his length, his tip reaching the back of your throat carefully. You almost gag on it and he buckles his hips forward.

When you finally adjust to his size, you suck him off, pulling your head up and down while you stroke him. He's whimpering and moaning and groaning, whispering your name and rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

"Fuck, sweetie. This is so good–" He rasps under his heavy breathing.

You lock eyes with him, bobbing your head, licking his wetness and gently sucking his tip. Your cheekbones hurt but you love the feeling of getting him off. He pushes your hair to the side so he can have a better look, his hips buckling to meet your throat. Eddie is about to explode, but he wants to last longer. He wants to cum with you, he wants to cum inside of you so bad.

He pushes you back, hissing when the air hits his soaking cock. There's spit everywhere and he twitches at the sight. He glances at you, there's lust in your eyes, your lips are plump and red. Eddie pulls you into another kiss, not giving a fuck of tasting himself in your mouth. He turns you over and spreads kisses over your chest and your breasts, sucking on your nipples.

He grazes your skin between his teeth, his tongue rolling on it. You find yourself grinding against him, his warm cock pressing your thighs. He hums against your damp skin, tracing your stomach until he reaches for your jeans. He pulls it off along with your panties and he huffs.

"So perfect. So beautiful, sweetie" He muses you, his rough and calloused fingers trace your inner thigh gently.

He spreads your legs open and eyes you. The moment you lock eyes with him, he gives you a sweet, but sly smile before diving into your core. His heart beats too fast and he feels his hands trembling a little bit, but he tries to avoid thinking about that. He kisses your clit, ripping a moan out of you, your hips rolling in response. He repeats the action and uses two fingers to open your slit. Your legs immediately tend to close against his head and he chuckles, but his cock responds to it as well. You're breathing quickly, your hand lands on his messy curls.

The finally licks up a stripe of your pussy, sending shivers down your entire body. He presses his tongue against your clit and rolls it around your sensitive spot.

"Eds, this is so good" You whine, pulling a fistful of his hair.

He keeps grinning, licking you up, pressing his tongue flat onto your slit, sliding against your slick skin. You feel the tip of his tongue against your entrance, moaning his name every few seconds, a jolt of electricity running between your legs.

"Your pussy is so good, sweetie" He mumbles, eating you eagerly.

He takes in every drop of your juices, he tastes you. Eddie sucks your skin and pulls his head back with your clit between his lips and you cry out. You roll your hips against his face, his nose nudges your clit every time he licks your entrance. He slips two fingers inside of you, making you gasp. Making you feel breathless. He pumps in and out of you, with his rings still on his fingers, the cool metal touching your skin.

You can't hold back your moans, your hand pulls his hair back and Eddie groans against your skin. He savors your wetness with everything within him. He curls his fingers inside of you, just the way you like it. There's something different about him, even though you've fucked Steve before, something about Eddie makes you wet.

You're about to cum when he notices the way you start clenching around his fingers, so he retreats. You whine at the absence of him in your core, and you feel hot when you watch the way he sucks on his fingers. His eyes closed, his brows furrowing, his throat roaring.

"Fuck, you are so hot" Your voice comes out hoarse with pleasure.

Eddie latches onto you again, his lips smacking against yours. He slips his fingers between your pussy and starts stroking you, his hips rolling against your thigh so you can feel his cock. You can't stop moaning his name and he loves every second of it.

You only break apart when you open the drawer to pick a condom. He's still kissing your neck as you unwrap it.

"Do you mind?" You ask, holding the material in front of you.

"Fuck, no" He picks the condom from your hand and doesn't even waste another second putting it on himself.

You would have done that, but he's more greedy than ever and you don't mind it.

He straddles you, kissing you and your skin until he's on top of you. He grips his cock and aligns himself into your entrance, pushing carefully for you to adjust to him.

"Holy fucking shit" He groans, his biceps contract and he can barely support his own weight.

You kiss him again, heaving as he pushes further into you until there's nothing left. He's balls deep into you. His thrusts are slow at first. He can't hurt you. Eddie holds one of your legs up, he grips on your skin and starts thrusting faster. He digs his head on the curve of your neck, his breath hitting your skin. He grunts over your ear and you clench around him.

"Please, fuck me baby" He begs.

It's the first time he calls you that.

The pounds faster, his hand now slipping up to the curve of your breast. His thumb holds you in place as he comes back and forth. He starts to regret not tying up his hair. It's all sweaty and sticking to his skin. His cock slips in and out of you, his balls slap against your skin just as his hips.

"Yes Eddie, just like that" You shudder under him, your hands scratching the skin on his back. Your nails are digging into him.

He doesn't care at all.

He looks at you, he takes in the sight of you in pleasure. You roll your eyes when he snaps his hips into you once. He does it again, and again. His cock twitches and he knows he won't last much longer.

"I need you to look at me, sweetie" He asks. You struggle to open your eyes and when you do, you grind against him.

Your clit strokes against his skin and it's enough to take you out. You feel the pressure building up the most he splits you open, the more the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot.

You lock eyes and everything changes. He begins to lose strength when he feels the climax reaching its peak. But he doesn't stop, he keeps his eyes on you the whole time. You crease your brows and bite your lips.

"Cum with me, Eds" Your voice is like honey to him and he nods.

He pounds you roughly, not fast. It's about the way he does it, not how quick it is. It's perfect, it's enough for you to widen your eyes and leave a brutal moan. It's so loud, he smirks. Your legs tremble under him and you start shaking.

"Good girl."

He whispers. And another wave of pleasure immediately crashes and it's stronger this time. Your eyes roll and you convulse to his cock that's twitching inside of you. He's groaning "fuck" a hundred times a second, he shudders on top of you and almost collapses. He sputters inside the condom and falls limply beside you, his arm still wrapped around you.

You both turn on your sides to face each other, his chest is still rising unevenly, but he's not feeling exhausted. He's thriving. There's a slight stunned kind of peace that follows a moment he never thought would happen.

There's a soft beat of silence. He's watching you like he's still trying to make sure this is real– like he's not convinced he didn't dream the whole thing. His eyes are wide and soft, still a little dazed, like he's memorizing the shape of your face. You reach up slowly, fingers brushing through his hair, and gently tug at the strands that have fallen into his eyes. His bangs are stuck to his forehead with sweat, curling just slightly at the ends.

"Your hair's a mess" You tease in a whisper.

He smiles, a real one, lazy and crooked and too full of affection "Yeah? You gonna sue me?"

You hum, brushing your thumb across his temple "I might. For emotional damage."

He huffs out a laugh "You're really here."

"I am."

He lifts his rough hand and trails his fingertips on your bare arm, as if he's drawing a path there "I'm glad you didn't leave me that day."

You nudge your forehead against his gently "I wanted to stay. I want every part of it, every part of you."

He goes still for a moment, before feeling the burning sensation in his core, like the last piece of armor has finally dropped. Like this is what it feels like to be safe. And when his eyes close, and your fingers are still tangled in his hair, you know that whatever this is, it's real. Not just the sex.

And to him, you're the best part of his day. You've brought him to life again– and this time, he feels like life it's finally worth living.

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eddiemunsonslatinabaddie · 2 days ago

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”perv!e-“ 🏃🏻‍♀️ YEP I’M THERE!!!

In love with this. It would be an honor to give my man my panties it really would 😮‍💨😵‍💫🫦💋

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

of course eddie thinks he's being so sneaky.

he slips into your room and closes the door behind himself. he does it oh-so carefully, the latch doesn't even give its usual tiny snick as it latches in place in the doorframe. he's got that stupid michael myers mask pulled down over his face, the weight of it pushing his long curls flat to his head and neck.

oh, so sneaky, sure, but you know him — too well, perhaps — and the eager jitters that had him bouncing his leg and drumming his hands against his thighs all morning as he waited for you to leave the apartment.. well, you'd noticed.

point is, you find him easily. and when you creep into the room behind him only a minute after he's disappeared behind the door, you find him digging through your underwear drawer, definitely already sweating under the sticky, mildly suffocating plastic covering his head. at the audible creak of the door, that goofy mask snaps up to look at you and he freezes, as if he thinks that he can fade away from your sight by doing something as simple as not moving. meanwhile, a wonderfully hot spark of something fills you when your gaze finds the balled up lace fisted beneath his white knuckles.

because eddie is weak. he's weak for you. so weak, in fact, that he was willing to risk humiliation like this for the gratification of getting his hands on a pair of your underwear. that spark in your core grows and burns hotter — it spreads through your body until you're asking him, your voice a little cruel and taunting, if he was planning on jerking off with them.

eddie splutters, indignant and embarrassed. and while he flounders for a response, you pull the mask over his head to reveal his curls, wild and frizzy, some of them clinging to his forehead with sweat. you don't give him a moment to recover before pushing further, asking if his thoughts would've dedicated to you when he fisted his cock, when he painted the fabric with his cum-

your taunts hit home, because all the while his cheeks are flushed red, a delicious sort of embarrassment pooling in his gut and urging his dick to kick up in his pants. he's so fucking humiliated at being caught but, still, he knows that he kind of deserves it for being such a creep-

and so while he's busy stammering out a weak excuse, your hands meet his pecs over his shirt, giving a soft push that has him falling back onto the bed so that you can climb into his lap. he's stunned, if only for a moment, before his hands are settling onto your hips, thumbs dipping into the crease where they meet your thighs.

and when he finally kisses you? it's messy and it's slick and it's desperate and you're grinding down against his denim-covered cock and he's whimpering and groaning into your mouth. he's so fucking needy and pliant beneath you that pride surges in your chest and threatens to consume you.

the warmth of your tongue caressing his and the slow roll of your hips eventually has him cumming in his pants, a hot, sticky patch of denim forming over his crotch as he gasps for breath. and you're quick to climb from on top of him, standing and promptly removing your wet panties, depositing them into his limp hand and curling his fingers tight around the damp fabric as you press a lingering kiss to his hair (those panties are a gift, obviously. one that he can use to jerk off with later. he's the one who wanted to get his hands on a pair of your panties so bad, after all.)

you leave him spread out on your bed, still struggling to catch his breath, and you slip away before you can do something stupid like let him see just how badly you want him too.

#Ughhhhhhhhh I need to be in this like OP I hope you don’t mind if I crawled in this here-#need him rn omfg #perv!eddie munson #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x latina reader #eddie munson x latina!reader

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stevesgother · 2 days ago

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okay give me this, reverse it:

Unlike Eddie, Steve gets really snippy and withdrawn when he's depressed because no one (his parents) ever taught him how to healthily process complex emotions. it was just never demonstrated to him growing up.

He watched his mom abuse alcohol despite her assurances of the opposite when she got depressed, and his dad 'never got depressed' because that was a 'weak emotion'. but Steve does-- oh, Steve Harrington gets depressed.

No, a relationship can't fix what's wrong with him; what his parents broke, but Eddie can surely love him through it. Even when he makes it especially difficult.

Steve stomps around their shared apartment kitchen- though he'd deny it if Eddie accused him of such- slamming cupboards and drawers alike trying to make something to eat for dinner.

Nothing sounds good. Everything sounds like it'd be too much effort to make, but they're supposed to be budgeting for a new place, so they can't get takeout either.

Eddie saunters out of the shower smelling strongly of Irish Spring soap; hair long and dripping with a towel wrapped around his waist. The smell of him soothes Steve for a second, before becoming frustrated with himself all over again. His boyfriend worked hard all day- worked hard for them to have the future they deserve- and all Steve had done was rot in his bed; willing himself to get up and do something before ultimately deciding it wasn't worth it.

Eddie senses it immediately: "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"Nothing." Steve mutters, so unconvincingly that it's kind of pathetic.

"You're a bad liar," Eddie wraps his sturdy, still damp arms around Steve who's now aimlessly chopping a singular onion that he found in their crisper. What's he going to do with it? He doesn't know yet. "Why're you sad, Stevie?"

Steve's hands tremble around the handle of the kitchen knife he's holding incorrectly, "Not sad."

Eddie frowns, doesn't push it further. "Here, let me--" He offers, trying for the knife in Steve's hand.

"I got it." Steve pulls his hand away, huffing.

"Babe, just let me help-"

"I said I got it, Eddie!" Steve drops the utensil and spins, pushes Eddie off of him with more force than he intends to.

Eddie stares, wide-eyed. Not scared, he could never be scared of his boy. But startled.

Steve realizes immediately, as if suddenly snapped out of his overstimulated trance. "Oh, God-- Teddy, I'm sorry. I'm--" He scrubs his hands roughly down his face, can feel the telltale sting of tears threatening in the corners of his eyes.

Eddie overcomes his initial shock quickly at the sight of Steve in distress, "Okay-- that's okay," he rushes forward, tucking Steve into the crook of his neck, "You're alright. You're okay." Eddie shushes him.

What had originally been just the threat of tears had quickly turned into a torrential downpour, tears streaming down Steve's cheeks in droves. "I didn't--" hiccup "mean to-to" hiccup "push you--" hiccup.

"I know you didn't. I know, baby." Eddie pets the back of Steve's hair, sways them back and forth while the embrace the way he knows soothes Steve. "Let's go sit down for a minute, yeah?"

Steve lets himself be led to their shitty thrift store sofa before Eddie pulls him into his lap. He doesn't interrogate Steve just yet, only lets him catch his breath and waits for his tears to dry.

But surprisingly, Steve's doesn't need much prying. Breath still occasionally hiccupping, he tells Eddie from his spot safe against his chest, "I was just- just trying to do something nice for you. Cause' you do so much for m-me,"

"But I just cou-couldn't get myself out of bed all day," his breath catches, "I can't do anything." He explains, exasperated at his own executive dysfunction.

"You do things for me all the time, sweetheart." Eddie reassures.

Steve sits up abruptly, as if struck with a sudden epiphany. He wipes furiously at his eyes, "I just need to get over it, I'm--"

"Ah-" Eddie tuts sternly, pulling Steve's hands away from his face by his wrists, "None of that weird 'boys don't cry' bullshit."

"But--"

"Ah!" He puts a finger to Steve lips as if to physically keep his next words inside his mouth, "Your dad is an emotionally stunted loser. Whatever he's told you is officially null and void. I forbid it in this house." He says with mock regality.

"Ed--" Steve's lips pull up in the smallest pinch of a smile.

"I FORBADE IT!" Eddie announces with flourish which does make Steve really laugh, albeit wetly.

Eddie looks at him with a fondness that Steve's never had the privilege of experiencing until he met the metalhead-turned-super-softy. "There's my boy." He speaks softly, caressing the side of Steve's cheek. "Let's just get takeout, yeah?"

"But you said--" Steve protests.

But Eddie's already making his way for the landline in the kitchen, "Doooooon't caaaaaaare."

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clya4 · 3 days ago

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Freak Therapy

-> READ FIRST SESSION HERE.

pairings: Eddie Munson x oc

summary: She signed up for a psychology internship expecting to babysit a few lost teenagers. Instead, she got Eddie Munson: Hawkins’ finest metalhead, three-time senior, and all-around expert in making life difficult. For eight weeks, she’ll try to “fix” him. He’ll try to survive her. Spoiler alert: neither is ready for what happens next. Eight sessions. One freak. Zero chance this stays professional.

general warnings: Mild age gap (she’s a psychology intern, he’s a three-time senior), eventual smut, sarcasm levels off the charts, slow-burn tension hotter than Eddie’s guitar riffs, questionable professionalism, emotional damage (yours and theirs), occasional nerd references.

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Session two - Eddie’s POV

I tried...really, but the human brain is a cruel, horny little traitor.

One week. That’s how long I’d tried, and failed, not to think about the shrink. About the way she’d looked at me like she could see straight through my bullshit. About how she’d laughed, just a tiny bit, when I’d made her crack during that first session.

I was stuck in the cafeteria, sketchbook balanced on my knee, poking at yesterday’s meatloaf reheated into today’s mystery slop. Around me, the usual crowd roared and banged their trays like orcs.

I’d almost finished shading the wings on one of the “monsters” she’d asked me to draw, even though it felt stupid as hell.

The next second, Gareth dropped into the seat across from me.

“Look at this, boys! Our glorious dungeon master, studying at lunch? Are pigs flying outside or something?”

Jeff took a seat too, grinning.

I smirked. “It’s not homework, dipshits. It’s...art therapy. School’s forcing me to talk to some shrink so I don’t flunk out again"

Dustin nearly spat out his drink. “ART therapy? Holy shit, what, you gonna start painting sunsets next?”

Jeff snickered, but it wasn’t mean. “Well, if it keeps you from repeating senior year a third time, go for it, man.”

I shot him a middle finger, lazy. “Appreciate the support.”

Gareth elbowed me, eyes gleaming. “So, did they assign you some crusty old dude with elbow patches or like... some grandma in a twinset?”

I pretended to focus on the page. “She’s fine.”

Handerson perked up like a dog. “Fine like...old-lady fine, or fine fine?”

I shook my head. “No. She’s…she’s young.” I hated how awkward that sounded.

Jeff perked up. “Young? Like very young?”

“Christ...I dunno, mid-twenties,” I grumbled.

Gareth smirked. “Dude’s got a crush on his shrink.”

Eddie slammed the pencil down dramatically. “Yeah, I’m so in love with being dissected like a frog. Dream come true."

They laughed, pounding their trays like idiots and went back to tearing apart their fries, debating whether Steve Harrington’s hair was a government conspiracy, or something equally stupid.

I snapped my sketchbook shut, half-proud, half-disgusted with what had crawled out of my brain.

I stretched my neck, eyes drifting toward the big glass windows across the cafeteria...and there she was.

Miss Cole, walking through the hallway...looking about a million years too good for Hawkins High. Hair half-up with those soft strands doing criminal things around her cheekbones, clipboard in hand, all serious business.

For a second I just sat there staring, heat pooling in my gut, because fuck, she looked like she could ruin a guy in about fifteen different ways.

Jesus, Eddie, pull it together.

Jeff followed my line of sight “Holy shit, Munson, that’s her?”

I cleared my throat, trying to play it cool. "Yeah"

Dustin nearly choked on his fries. "What?! Man, I’d go nuts on purpose.”

Jeff whistled low. "I’d draw anything she asked me to. Hell, I’d let her dissect me.”

I snorted, but inside, yeah - fuck, same.

Gareth cackled. “Forget that, I’d let her electroshock me.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “You assholes done?” I hissed, standing up, grabbing my bag. “It’s a government-sanctioned mental cavity search." I shot back. “And there’s nothing cool or fun about it”

They all howled anyway, loving every second of my misery, while I trudged toward the door.

Second session. Round two.

God help me.

The door was already half opened. I stepped into her little office, she was sitting behind her desk, flipping through a stack of notes with her “serious” face on, the one that looked like she was trying to solve a murder case instead of babysitting my sorry ass.

“Hey"

She glanced up and gave me that calm, polite therapist smile that made me wanna jump out the window.

“Hi, Eddie. Come on in.”

I dropped into the chair across from her, trying not to look as antsy as I felt.

"Back for round two, huh? ”

She gave me a tiny smile and nodded toward my sketchbook poking out of my backpack. “Did you bring your drawings?”

I sighed “Yeah.”

I pulled it out, flipping to the latest page before sliding it over, fighting the urge to snatch it right back.

The monsters were ugly, yeah... rows of eyes, but none of them looking forward, each one gazing somewhere else. Its teeth were cracked and mismatched, like a busted piano.

She studied it with that soft, almost careful focus, eyes scanning the pencil lines like she was searching for hidden code.

“They have a lot of eyes.”

“Yeah. So they can see everything.”

“But they are not looking at you,” she noted quietly, tapping her pen against the margin.

I swallowed, forcing a shrug. “Guess they are busy.”

She met my eyes, and for a second I felt… transparent. Like she was picking apart every piece of me.

“Busy ignoring you?”

I huffed a laugh without responding.

She flipped the page slowly, looking at another sketch, one with twisted claws, like it was reaching for something.

“These are incredible,” she said.

“Detailed, creative… you really put a lot of thought into them.”

“Yeah, well. It’s easier to draw a monster than talk about the real ones, right?”

That got a sweet empathetic smile out of her, just a quick one.

Then someone knocked on the door. She sighed, politely excusing herself and stepping out into the hallway, leaving the folder half-open on the desk.

I stared at it.

Nope. Don’t do it.

…Don’t do it, Munson.

I drummed my fingers on the arm of the chair

Of course I did it.

....screw it, I snatched up her notebook.

The first note was:

Back to Hawkins, Day 1. Let’s survive this.

I flipped through the pages, searching for the crap she’d written about me.

“Edward “Eddie” Munson.

Exceptionally creative, uses humor to mask emotional discomfort. Personality suggest themes of social invisibility and fear of abandonment.

Possibly charming despite efforts to appear detached.

Enjoys being provocative, borderline endearing, annoyingly so.”

I snorted, almost loud enough to get caught.

Charming. Okay, princess.

Then my stomach did something weird, seeing the last line, squeezed between clinical observations:

“May be more sensitive than he wants to admit.”

I closed the folder fast, heart pounding, trying to play it cool before she came back in.

She slipped through the door a second later, apologetic, smoothing her skirt as she sat back down.

“Sorry about that. Where were we?”

I forced a grin, arms folded.

“Talking about my deep, tragic monster trauma, I think.”

She raised a brow, pen ready again. “Let’s dig into that, shall we?”

She studied them with that thoughtful, calm face of hers, the pen tapping against her lower lip. “Tell me about these,”

I blew out a slow breath, trying to look bored. “The big one’s like… everyone around me. All those eyes, you know? Always watching”

She nodded, scribbling something down. I caught a glimpse of a word, maybe isolation or neglect, classic shrink talk.

“And the little one?”

I shifted in my seat. “That’s… I dunno, I guess that’s me. Always reaching, always trying to…connect, or be heard, or…something”

She leaned in, eyes sharp. “Does that feeling come up with your parents?”

My stomach clenched a bit. I hated talking about this crap. “Don’t live with them,” I said, voice tight. “I’m with my uncle in a camper. He’s cool, but he works a ton, so mostly it’s just me talking to the moldy coffee pot.”

Marissa’s mouth curved, sympathetic but a little sad. “That sounds lonely.”

“Yeah, well,” I forced a grin, “good thing I’ve got a couple of flesh-eating imaginary buddies to keep me company, huh?”

She actually snorted at that. “Charming.”

“Hey, you said it, doc.”

She flipped the page back toward me. “Okay, so the big one’s the world that won’t see you, and the little one is you, trying anyway.”

I stared at her, stunned that she’d nailed it so fast. It rattled me, way more than I wanted to admit.

She held my gaze, steady and kind of terrifying. “But right now, I’m seeing you. How does that feel?”

My mouth went dry. I forced a grin anyway, because that’s what I did. “Weird,” I shot back. “Like being under a microscope. Or, you know, poked with a stick.”

She raised an eyebrow, not buying the act. Of course she didn’t. That was her job.

I sighed, shoulders sinking. “Okay. Maybe it’s… nice. Freaky, but nice.”

She nodded, as if that was the most normal thing in the world, and made a note. God, the fucking notes.

Before I could spiral, she leaned forward just a fraction. “Eddie… it’s okay to let people see you.”

Yeah. Sure. Like that had ever worked out. I rubbed the back of my neck.

“You’re really good at this, you know,” I mumbled “Reading people. Guess that means no one ever bothered to read you, huh?”

That stopped her for a second, a tiny, genuine flicker of surprise in her perfect therapist face. I’ll take that as a win.

“Touché,” she said finally, voice a little softer.

Silence fell, heavy but not awful. And for the first time, it felt like maybe we were both a little less alone.

She cleared her throat and smiled, pulling her walls back up.

She looked so collected it was almost inhuman. Then she tilted her head and asked me, calm as ever,

“Do you think you’re good at reading people too, Eddie?”

I huffed a laugh. “Yeah, sometimes.” I let a beat hang in the air “Only the ones who don’t really belong anywhere.”

Her pen stilled.

I leaned in, smirking. “Like you.”

She froze, eyes darting up to mine. I shrugged, acting casual, even though I liked watching her squirm.

I tapped the table, amused. “I figure you’re kinda… in between, just like me. Not really from here anymore, but not from wherever you went, either.”

The pause that followed was glorious. She blinked, speechless for a second - rare for her - and that felt like winning a jackpot.

But that was also when I realized I’d screwed up.

Because she never told me she’d left Hawkins and come back.

Her voice was calm, too calm. “Eddie… how did you know I’d been away?”

Shit.

I felt the heat creeping up my neck, and tried to play it cool. She waited me out, patient as a cat.

Finally, I sighed. “Look, you left your notes right there, okay? I might’ve… peeked.”

Her brow arched, dangerously elegant. “You read my notes on you?”

I gave a one-shoulder shrug, guilty as charged. “Yeah. Maybe.”

“Why?” she asked, level, not angry. Just… curious.

That threw me. I’d expected her to bite my head off, but she didn’t.

I scratched the back of my neck, fumbling for words. “Morbid curiosity? Wanted to see if you were planning to lock me up or just call me an asshole in fancy psychology terms.”

She studied me for a moment, eyes softening in a way that made me want to look away.

Then she nodded, calm as ever. “Thank you for being honest.”

Which, honestly, was about a thousand times scarier than if she’d thrown the notebook in my face and called me a nosy bastard.

I was still trying to figure out if she’d roast me alive when she closed her notebook and went, totally casual, “So for next session, I’d like us to play together.”

My brain, and my traitor cock, glitched so hard I think I physically twitched.

Play? Play like, therapist-loses-her-license play?

My mouth kind of fell open. “Uh-play?" I croaked, about as graceful as a dying frog. "Like, what… play… how… in what sense?”

Yeah, real suave, Munson. Pure seduction.

She smiled, all professional, totally unbothered. “Dungeons & Dragons,” she clarified, and I swear I almost passed out from relief and disappointment at the same time. “I want to see these monsters you’ve created in their world. It might help you feel safer opening up if we use your own language.”

My own language. Jesus. She was speaking straight to my dark twisted little heart.

I swallowed, trying to look cool. “So… you wanna… be one of my players?”

She nodded, like this was the most normal thing ever. “Exactly. We’ll build a short scenario together, using your creatures. You’ll show me how they move, what they do, what they want.”

My brain was basically screaming she wants to play my campaign, holy shit, but I tried to keep my face neutral.

“Wow,” I managed to choke out. “Okay, Doc. Uh… fair warning, I don’t usually let civilians into my games.”

She arched an eyebrow, totally unimpressed. “I’ll do my best to earn my place, Dungeon Master.”

Oh fucking hell.

Cue my heart exploding out of my chest.

She did not just call me that.

Yep, dead. I was dead.

Next session was gonna be wild.

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justmeinadaze · 1 day ago

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Hey sweetie!

I love your writing! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but I had an idea in mind. If not I totally understand! But if you are could you write something about reader and Eddie using the traffic light system in the bedroom. When Eddie checks in the reader says yellow from overstimulation and Eddie is just super sweet about it. Something along those lines, you always write amazing so I know it will be good 😘

A/N: Aw thank you <3. You're too sweet. I really appreciate the compliment!

Warnings: Fem Sub Y/N (no mentions of size or anything) & Soft Dom Eddie, Use of the stop light system (yellow), SMUT, handjob (male), handcuffs, overstimulation (female), p in v, light dirty talk FLUFF, these two love each other. ANGST, mentioned in request, reader is mentioned to being punished hence the overstimulation in this case.

Word Count: 2926

You had never dated a man like Edward Munson.

You had never been with someone so creative, who could tell a story with his gorgeous ring covered hands, painting a picture with his words that was so detailed you felt like you were actually one of his characters.

You had never been with someone so funny there were times you had to run to the bathroom because he made you laugh so hard you almost peed your pants.

You had never been with someone who was sweet, nervously showing up at your door with flowers just because he couldn’t stop thinking about you and missed you even though you had just gotten home after spending the night at his trailer.

You had never been with someone as visually attractive as him especially when he walked around outside or in his bedroom without his shirt on, pressing his guitar to his bare, tattooed chest while a cigarette lazily dangled from his lips. The way his long curls bounced when he bobbed his head in time to the beat or threw his back to laugh out loud at something he found funny. The way he’d smirk your way while you laid sprawled out on his unmade mattress with glassy, devotion filled eyes in only your panties and his Hellfire t-shirt.

You had never been with someone who was so attentive and attune to your needs whether that be sensing a change in your behavior telling him you were upset or even in the bedroom when the two of you played. Hell, he was the one who noticed you had particular kinks before you even said a word.

“Holy shit…does pretty girl like being restrained?”, Eddie lightly teased, his body hovering above yours with your wrists pinned above your head while you two were play wrestling.

“What? No!”

“Uh huh.”, he grins.

His lips tilt down to meet yours and with this distraction, you try to gain the upper hand, pushing your arms up against his grip. The metalhead allows it for a moment, letting you taste the small victory before roughly pushing your arms back down against the carpet.

Your hips arch up into his and you lightly moan as he pulls away to hover his mouth just so above your own.

“Yeeeeeeah… she likes being restrained.”, he whispers, his intense chocolate eyes running along your face and down your body. “Good thing I like restraining.”

You had never been with a man who made you cum once let alone multiple times in the bedroom. His long, thick fingers and wide tongue had you falling apart for him 3, 4, 5 times even before the metalhead even considered guiding his cock into your core.

After the first couple of times you were intimate, you expressed a concern that had him unraveling a ton of expletives in shock.

“I don’t understand your question. What do you mean by ‘Am I doing enough for you when we play?’ Of course, you are. Am I not making that clear? I can start moaning like an actress if you want. Here, let me practice. Ahhhh—!”

You giggle as your palm clamps over his mouth eliciting a throaty laugh of his own as he took your hand in his and threaded his fingers through yours before placing them down on his bare stomach.

“No, Eddie! I mean like… you always focus so much on me…and I feel like…I don’t know…I don’t want to be selfish.”

Your head rises with his chest as he heavily inhales and exhales.

“Sweetheart, listen to me carefully.” You nod as his neck turns and he places his lips close to your forehead while his fingers brush some of your hair away from your face. “You do more than enough just by being you. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met and I love that your mine.”

Your arms pull him tighter to you as your nose nuzzles into his side making him smile softly against your skin.

“It turns me on hearing those little whimpers when my fingers are stretching you open. The way your hips move when my tongue presses against you just the right way. Fuck…I get so hard…especially when you moan my name…” His palm reached bellow his waist as he adjusts himself over the blanket.

Lifting your cheek off his chest, your eyes meet his as your own palm slides under his covers and takes hold of his already half hard cock, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sound of his little hiss at the slight overstimulation.

“Eddie.”, you mewl and he grins as his tongue runs along his bottom lip. “Like that?”

“Just like that, baby.”

The metalhead’s words rush out in a fast breath as you palm starts to stroke up and down his shaft, your thumb occasionally caressing his slit.

“Can you feel your cum still fucking sticking to me? God, sweetheart, who wouldn’t want to make you—fuck—cum over and over? The way your sexy body shakes against me…I jerk off to that feeling.”

Eddie’s hand abruptly grabs your wrist as his dark, chocolate irises stare into your eyes while he guides your movements, pumping himself faster.

“I could kill your fucking exes for making you believe something like that is selfish. Like watching you come undone—shit—is something that’s a burden. No, baby, your pleasure is mine to, Y/N.” His jaw tightens along with his grip as he grunts and you feel his release spurt onto your hand. “Fuck… p-plus I know… my good girl will take care of me.”, he slurs with a smile, reaching for a rag in his drawer before cleaning up you and himself.

***

Tonight was a rarity.

You and Eddie had a fight.

You were annoyed with him about something so small you couldn’t even remember it now as you leaned your sweaty head against the wood of his closet door that your hands were currently cuffed to. He had never had to punish you before so he had to improvise, utilizing his handcuffs to keep you restrained in a standing position with your arms above your head wearing only the vibrating panties you bought for yourself as a playful anniversary present.

His anger fueled eyes scanned over you as he pressed the button on the wireless remote to amp up the vibration between your legs eliciting a little whine from your throat.

“Pleeeeeeease…”

“Answer me, little girl. You left your phone at home because you were upset.”

“Yeeeesss.”

“It’s one of the few rules we have, Y/N. We keep our phones on each other just in case. What? Did you think because we had an argument I wouldn’t care if something happened to you?!”

“Fuck.”

“What if that hunk of junk you call a car died again or some fucker tried to hurt you while you were out with your friends? What if—”

Your strangled cry cut him off as your legs buckled and another orgasm washed over you. He had already lost count of how many times you had cum and he internally cursed himself for it. This whine didn’t sound like the others and worry immediately painted his features.

“Y/N, baby, what color are you at?” When you didn’t answer, he hastily pressed the stop button before throwing the remote on his bed and rising to his feet to place himself directly in front of you. “What did I say about rules, pretty girl?”, he lightly scolded, trying not to break the scene too much if you were alright. “Now…what color are we at? Green, yellow, or red?”

“…Yellow…”

Eddie nodded to himself, not wasting a single moment as his arms circled around your waist and he lifted you off your feet, relieving the tension in your wrists as he placed you delicately down on the bed. While you continued to gently sob, his body remained bent at your level as his lanky arms reached for a washrag and the water bottle nearby.

Liquid spilled on the carpet as he poured it onto the cloth and you sighed pleasantly at the feeling of coolness from the damp towel as he ran it along your skin.

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, the metalhead instructed, handing you the bottle and watching as you chugged it back. “Slow. Slow, baby. Good…good girl.”

Descending to his knees, he took your hands in his, removing the metal binding you, and tenderly massaged the indents of the cuffs in your wrists with his thumbs while occasionally kissing your skin.

Your eyes rake along his intense irises as he focuses on his task. Eddie had sweat clinging to his upper lip and forehead that glistened in the moonlight beaming in from the window behind you.

Pulling one of your hands from his hold, you reach out to brush a loose tendril of hair that had fallen from his hair tie behind his ear.

“I like when you pull your hair back. I can see your face.”, you state with a gravelly voice that has him handing you the water bottle once more. “I’m sorry I left my phone behind. I was so pissed at you and—”

“Hey, hey. Let’s not worry about that right now. I just want to make sure you’re alright first.”

“I’m…I’m alright…”

You don’t know why but you start to cry again and Eddie immediately climbs onto his bed beside you to take you his arms, pressing your head to his chest while he subtly rocks back and forth.

“It’s ok, baby, I’m right here. I love you so much and I’m so thankful you’re mine.” He continues to whisper praise and declarations while he plays with your hair.

You use his heartbeat as an anchor to ground your breathing and it wasn’t until he felt your lips softly kiss his skin that he pulled back to cup your cheeks in his palms.

“I’m ok.”, you say a bit more confidently making him smile as he runs his thumbs under your eyes.

“Do you need anything? More water or some ice?”

“No.”, you coo adorably and he can’t help but lightly chuckle.

“I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, I swear. You’re just so fucking cute.”

“Shut up.”, you giggle, gently pushing his shoulder and rolling your eyes when he theatrically pretends to fall back from the force.

“Ow. So aggressive!” Eddie blinks as he gradually takes in your beautiful smile and doe eyes that flicks his way. “Do you want to stop for the evening? We absolutely can. I’ll still love you.”

He gives you all the time you need as your head swivels around his room while you try to gauge how you feel. With your headspace you want to convey what you need but you’re having some trouble. But unlike your past partners…you trust Eddie.

You don’t feel pressured or rushed as he waits for your answer.

You’re safe.

“These panties are sticking to me…”

The long-haired boy smirks and places his hand on your shoulder to guide you down flat against his mattress with your head on his pillows.

“I’m not surprised, you came a lot. I think I hit a new record.”, he jests as his fingers thread through the waist band of the underwear. As he slowly slides them down your legs, his lips leave little kisses along your skin before they’re fully removed and he playfully tosses them to the corner of his room. “Jesus, baby, you made such a mess.”

Eddie doesn’t say it in a scolding manner but more so like he’s proud of you. With an obnoxious groan that has you laughing, he leans over his bed to grab the rag and carefully runs it between your legs. When you don’t hiss or wince, he nods again to himself and places it back down on the floor.

“Are you ready for me, honey?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

Biting his bottom lip, he slots himself on top of you, his gaze shifting into the void as you feel him grip his cock and gradually guide it into your entrance.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… you’re so fucking tight.”, he murmurs as his arm comes back around to rest beside your head.

When his hips connected with yours, he didn’t move, warming his length inside you as his eyes squeezed shut.

“I’m sorry I snapped at you today. I was just in a bad mood a-and I took that out on you.”

His tongue slides out from between his teeth as his eyes flutter open to meet yours.

“I forgive you. I’m sorry for yelling at you and snapping myself—shit—when you came home.”

You crane your neck so your mouth could kiss his and he mewled at the notion as he rolled his waist, sliding his cock at a steady pace between your walls.

“I for-forgive you. I love you, Eddie.”

The man grins as he places his sweaty forehead on yours.

“I love you to, Y/N. God, you feel so good.”

Grunting, he hooks his arms under your knees, lifting your legs in the air and pushing them back, folding you in half.

A string of ahs leave your mouths as his head falls beside yours and the bed subtle shakes underneath you both.

“Give me on more, baby.”

Your arms reach up to grip the bottom of the headboard to ground yourself as his own slide under you to hold you allowing him to slam his cock deeper inside you, hitting all your sensitive spots and then some till he hears you screaming his name.

The sound alone would be enough to push him over the edge but combined with your pussy clinging to him as you cum has him crumbling, whimpering your own name in your ear as he sloppily thrusts his release into your core.

Eddie releases your legs and collapses on top of you, panting as he uses your heartbeat to ground himself.

He had never been with a woman like you before.

He had never had a girl who genuinely laughed at his jokes or listened to his nerdy stories about his band and Hellfire with so much attentiveness. Eddie had never been with a woman as gorgeous as you nor had he been with someone who cared about him like you did.

Usually after intimacy, they wanted him off and away from them. Eddie desperately wanted to take care of them but they had gotten what they wanted, leaving him to fall asleep alone.

The first time he was intimate with you, he expected the same but when you hugged him to you like you were now and began to play with his hair, he felt safe…loved.

His lips gently kiss up your chest till he finds your lips as his fingers reach up to move a strand of hair away from your face.

“How are you feeling, pretty girl?” You nod with a lazy smirk, content as your glassy eyes meet his and he can’t help but smile back. “So fucking cute. We’re going to take a shower and then I’m going to put some ice on your wrists ok?”

Again you nod before your eyes suddenly widen and a small gasp leaves your mouth.

“Can we order Chinese food?”

Eddie laughs through his teeth as his head falls to kiss your cheek.

“Yeah, sweetheart, we can get some Chinese food.”

Your beam wide as he gets up and lifts you over his shoulder to bring you to the tiny trailer bathroom. A pleasant sigh escapes your chest while he cleans your body and the warm water cools you both down.

When he’s finished, the metalhead dries you and you giggle when he haphazardly runs the towel over his mess of curls.

You allow him to guide you to the bedroom and dress you, waiting patiently afterward as he quickly pulls on a pair of boxers and disappears towards his kitchen.

After placing a chair in front of you, Eddie takes your arms gently in his hands and places the sudo-icepack on your wrists.

“When we move into our own place, I’m going to get like a whole first aid kit with proper supplies.”, he grumbles in that cute way that reminds you of his uncle. “The handcuffs didn’t hurt you too much right? That’s all I really have around here.”

“No…they did tug a bit but…maybe we can look into something a bit softer.”, you suggest and he nods in agreement. “My coworkers may have some questions.”

“Just tell them you’re a freak.”

“Or that I’m dating a freak.”, you reply back with that quick wit he fell for.

Eddie smiles as he moves the pack and tenderly kisses your wrists before trailing his lips up your arm to your mouth.

“Thank you for using our system and letting me know you needed a break.”

“Thank you for checking in. Sometimes in that headspace…”

“I know, baby. That’s why we have that in place. Last thing I want is to hurt you or make you uncomfortable.”

“Me either.”

Petting your damp hair, he tilts you towards him so he could kiss your forehead. When you try to pull back, he keeps his hold making you laugh as you open your mouth to lightly bite his skin.

“OW! Alright, alright!”, he shouts playfully, letting you go to hunt for the phone. “I’ll order us some food…freak.”

With a big grin, you fall against his pillows and hug them to you, inhaling his smell as you wait for him to return.

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Eddie Asks

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lil-quinnie · 1 day ago

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Part I

All Apologies

BBF!Eddie x Fem!reader

+18 ~ smut

summary ~ Eddie is your brother's best friend and he's still a dick.

You woke to the feeling of a body no longer beside you.

The air was cold, still. It smelled like Eddie,cigarettes, worn leather, the faint trace of something warm that lingered in your sheets.

The room was dim with early morning light, and you reached over instinctively, hand brushing over nothing but wrinkled sheets.

Then you saw it, a half-written note, abandoned next to the dented ashtray.

The edges of the paper were smudged, like he'd written something and changed his mind. Next to it: his lighter, the pack of cigarettes that never left his pocket… and one of his rings.

The silver one, the one he always wore on his index finger.

Your heart sank. The note wasn’t even finished. Just a few words scratched in black ink:

"Didn’t mean to... Just thought maybe it’d be better if... "

You sat there for minutes, maybe even longer, staring at the ghost of what he couldn't say.

Your brother found you in the kitchen hours later, still in the same clothes, the ring now sitting on the table in front of you. He didn't say anything at first, just walked over, filled two mugs with coffee, and sat across from you.

"He left, huh?" he asked quietly, not like he didn't know. More like he wanted you to say it.

You nodded.

He leaned back in his chair. "He’s an idiot."

You smiled, barely.

"But I don’t think it’s over. Not really. You don’t leave a ring behind unless it’s gonna haunt you."

You looked up at him.

"You think he’ll come back?"

He didn’t answer right away. Just took a sip of coffee and shrugged.

"I think some people leave ‘cause they’re scared of what staying means. Doesn’t mean they don’t want to stay."

That stuck with you.

A week passed. Quiet and heavy.

Eddie didn’t call, didn’t knock, he only pretended you’re not exist anymore.

But then Friday came.

You were leaving school when you saw them.

Eddie.

And her,again.

She was pretty in that obvious kind of way, blonde, Cheerleader and Laugh too loud.

His arm was draped over her shoulders like it had always belonged there.

Your stomach flipped, your legs kept walking like they didn’t know how to stop, but your chest? Your chest cracked open right in front of the whole school

He didn’t look at you. Not even once.

But you saw it, that same hand he’d left the ring from now curled over someone else body

And just like that, it was like he'd never been in your bed. Like your name had never left his mouth at 3AM. Like you’d imagined the whole goddamn thing.

You didn’t cry.

Not when you got home.

Not when you sat in the shower long enough for the water to go cold.

Instead, you found your old denim jacket, the one Eddie always teased you about.

You shoved his ring into the inner pocket, tucked deep and secret, then you grabbed the pack of cigarettes he’d left and you lit your first one with the lighter he abandoned.

It burned.

But so did he.

Monday came like a nightmare.

You showed up late, lips darker than usual, eyeliner sharp enough to kill someone.

Caleb Dawson offered you a ride home, again. You said yes.

He flirted like it was second nature. and you flirted back like it was armor. You even let him kiss you in the parking lot,It didn’t mean anything.

Eddie heard the rumors before he saw them, that you’d been hanging out with seniors or

that you were smoking now, and the worst, that some guy in a Camaro picked you up after school and you laughed between his kisses the whole ride.

And then he saw it with his own eyes, your back against the wall,Caleb’s arm beside your head. You weren’t kissing, not yet, but it was close.

He froze.

Fingers tightening into fists at his side.

He wanted to rip the air apart.

Instead, he walked away. Fast.

Because if he stood there any longer, he’d say something he couldn’t take back.

Later that night, Eddie sat alone in the garage behind Gareth’s house, the smell of gasoline and dust all around him. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket, the other half of the note he’d left you.

He hadn't finished writing it either.

"Didn’t mean to... Just thought maybe it’d be better if… if I didn’t ruin you."

He folded it again, lit a match and watched the flame eat through the last thing he couldn’t say. And for the first time in a long time, he felt like the villain in his own story.

The sun 's low, the sky's bruised purple, and everyone’s spilling out of the building, laughing, talking, walking home in pairs. You’re walking alone,until you hear his voice behind you.

You were almost to the end of the lot when you heard it.

“Wait!” That voice. That fucking voice. Your heart stopped, but your feet didn’t, not until you felt him grab your arm.

You yanked it back immediately. “Don’t touch me.” He blinked, his face was flushed, curls wild, breath uneven like he’d run from the other side of the school just to catch you.

“I just, I need to talk”

“Talk?” You laughed, cold and sharp. “Now you wanna talk? A little late, Munson.”

He flinched at the name and you saw it, that flicker of guilt before he straightened his shoulders and tried to hide it behind his usual cocky tilt.

“I didn’t know what else to do, alright? I panicked. I thought leaving was the right thing.”

“No. You thought running was the right thing. You didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t even finish the goddamn note.” You dug into your bag and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper. “Didn’t mean to… just thought maybe it’d be better if… ” You shoved it against his chest. “If what, Eddie? If you disappeared? If I thought I made you leave? That I wasn’t enough?”

“Don’t twist it” “I’m not twisting shit! I’m fucking living it!”

Now you were both shouting.

“You left me alone in my bed. You left your ring like I was some fucking mistake you were sorry for, or you was just paying me after get what you want?.”

He snapped. “Because I thought I WAS A FUCKING MISTAKE!” His voice cracked like thunder, and it silenced everything else. You stared. He stepped back like the truth had gutted him. “I thought if I stayed, I’d ruin you. That every bad part of me would bleed into your life and stain it.” He was breathing hard now. Hands shaking. “And I couldn’t watch you shrink around me. I couldn’t… fuck, I couldn’t stand the way I needed you.”

Tears burned your eyes. “So you left me to break alone? While you played pretend with that blonde bitch like I never existed?”

“I kissed her once. I hated every fucking second.”

You laughed bitterly. “Then why’d you do it?”

“Because I saw you with Caleb and it killed me!” His voice dropped again, desperate now. “You looked happy. You looked free. And I thought,fuck, I thought maybe you’d already moved on.”

“You think that was freedom?” Your voice shook. “That was me trying not to drown in the silence you left behind. That was me begging for a distraction. I wasn’t okay, Eddie. I’m still not okay.”

You stepped toward him now, eyes burning into his. “You think I needed saving from you? I didn’t. I needed you to stay. I needed you when I woke up. When I couldn’t breathe. When your ring was the only fucking thing I had left.”

He looked like he was about to fall apart. That night, you heard it,a soft click of your window, followed by the creak of the sill.

You turned in the dark just in time to see Eddie climbing through, jaw clenched, hair wild. “You’re not supposed to be here,” you whispered. “I know,” he muttered, “but I can’t pretend anymore.”

Before you could speak, he was on you, kissing you like a dying man. His hands tangled in your shirt, pushing you back into the bed like he’d burn without you. “You let Caleb touch you?” he rasped against your throat. You gasped. “Eddie... ”

“Did he kiss you like this?” His hand was already beneath your shirt, warm and rough and shaking,“Did he make you wet like this?”.

You moaned before you could stop it, back arching. “Fuck, baby, no one gets you like I do. Say it.”, you barely managed, “no one.” “Mine,” he groaned, dragging your panties down. “You’re mine. Even when I was stupid enough to walk away.”

He slid inside you in one hard thrust and you both gasped.

"Fuck, you’re tight. So fucking perfect. Did he ever get this close to you?”

“No,god no.” His thrusts were deep, angry, and desperate.

“I see you with him and I wanna break something. I want to break him.” You clenched around him. “You already broke me,” you whispered. His rhythm stuttered. “I’ll fix it. Let me fix it,” he begged, voice cracking as he picked up pace. “I missed you, missed this, fuck, you feel like heaven.” Your nails dug into his back, pulling him closer, and he hissed through his teeth. “Say it again,” he growled.

“I’m yours.”

“That’s right. You’re fucking mine.”

And when you came, it was with his name on your lips and his tears on your collarbone.

The silence that followed was thick, tangled in breathless gasps and the heat of skin pressed too close to ever forget.

Eddie stayed like that, half-draped over you, chest rising and falling against your shoulder, lips brushing the place where your pulse still throbbed beneath your skin. You could feel the tremble in him, the guilt still clinging like a shadow in the corners of his breath.

Neither of you said anything for a while.

Until he spoke, soft, cracked, unsure.

“I didn’t think you’d let me in.”

You stared at the ceiling, eyes burning. “I didn’t think you’d come back.”

He shifted beside you, his hand finding yours over the sheets. “I thought I ruined it.”

You let that hang in the air.

Maybe he did. Maybe not completely.

“I’m not the same girl who cried over your ring,” you murmured.

“I know.”

“And you don’t get to leave and come back every time you get scared.”

His grip on your hand tightened.

“I’m not leaving again,” he said. It wasn’t loud. Wasn’t dramatic. But it felt like a promise scraped out of him.

“You can’t just say that.”

“I’ll prove it.”

You turned your head to look at him. His eyes were already on you, red, glassy, honest in a way you hadn’t seen in weeks.

“I don’t need flowers or songs or big speeches,” you said quietly. “I need the truth. I need you when it’s not convenient. When it’s messy. When I’m too much. When you’re too much.”

“I can be that,” he whispered.

You paused. “You were that. Until you weren’t.”

He flinched. But he didn’t argue.

“I missed you every fucking day,” he said. “I hated myself for leaving. I hated seeing you with him. I hated not being the one to take you home, to kiss you goodnight, to know how you were breathing when you slept.”

Your heart cracked open again. Less destruction and more room to rebuild.

“I’m not saying I forgive you,” you said.

“I’m not asking you to.”

You nodded. “But you’re here.”

“I’m here.”

And maybe that was enough for now.

Later that night, when his breathing evened out and sleep took him, you laid awake beside him, fingers curled around the ring he once left behind. You didn’t put it back on, not yet.

But you didn’t let go of it either. Outside, the sky was still dark. But for the first time in a long time, the smoke had started to clear.

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hllfireclb86 · 1 day ago

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I need Eddie Munson to finger me

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stevesgother · 14 hours ago

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tw: trichotillomania

Steve develops really bad trichotillomania as a way to cope with the literal constant stress of fighting interdimensional demons once every calendar year and always being responsible for the lives and safety of six children that aren't even biologically his.

And it's fine at first, like no one really notices? He just wears hats a little more often because it gets to the point where he starts forming small bald spots.

Then Eddie comes along and obviously he notices because he notices everything about Steve once he's spent enough time around him.

They're sitting with their thighs and shoulders touching on the couch in the trailer, watching a movie, when Eddie can no longer ignore the incessant fidgeting of Steve's left arm.

"Dude, what are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry," Steve replies, sheepishly clutching the hand that had been pulling with his other hand in a meager attempt to quit it.

"No, it's fine, just-- why are you pulling your hair out?"

"Oh. I dunno. I just do that." Steve shrugs because it's 1986 and no one talks about mental health so how was he meant to know there's a name for this weird habit he's picked up?

"You 'just do that'?" Eddie asks skeptically.

And Steve just nods because like, literally no one has ever made a big deal out of it before. What's this guy's issue??

And listen-- Eddie doesn't know there's a name for it either. He only knows that it clearly bothers Steve The Hair Harrington to have bald spots. So, he takes matters into his own hands.

He comes up with any trick he can think of to get Steve to stop pulling when he notices it. His ego be damned.

"Put these mittens on." Eddie tells him one day, firm.

"What?"

"Put them on!"

Or: "Harrington. Sit on your hands."

"I don't wanna do that--"

"Just. Do it."

And desperate time calls for desperate measures. It gets to the point where Eddie starts pelting random objects at him-- whatever's in arms reach-- whenever he catches Steve pulling.

"Ow, dude, what the hell?" Steve admonishes, rubbing the spot that a rubber dog toy just hit the side of his skull.

But one night, it's bad. Steve is particularly wound up tonight, for whatever reason, and his hands (both of them) haven't left his scalp all evening.

Eddie lunges forward where they're sitting on his bed, pinning Steve's hands under his own. He realizes too late what a compromising position he's just entrapped them in.

"Uh, sorry--" Eddie moves to get up, but before he can, Steve's extended forward and kissed him. On the mouth. Steve's kissing him on the mouth.

Steve pulls back, slightly mortified. And all that Eddie can manage is: "What."

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catherinnn · 1 day ago

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how am i just now reading this masterpiece? obsessed with this series so far!

🍒 Cherry Red 🍒

Summary: The cars need work, but Eddie is… distracted. By you. And ice cream. --- (My Clementine <- here you can find my other mechanic!Eddie fics :))

Word count: 4.6k (fluff/smut)

Contains: fem!reader x mechanic!Eddie, fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, Eddie is down bad (as he should be), even more incorrect car facts probably, woops, porn w plot

A/N: you guys requested a part two and I am a girl of the people!!! So here it is!!! PLEASE let me know what you think, because I was SO happy reading all the positive feedback on part one :)) and lmk if anyone would want a part 3!!!!! <3

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Eddie had been going mental.

It had been two days since he last saw you, and Eddie was sure no weekend in his entire life had ever lasted this long. He had laid about, tried not to melt during this ongoing heat wave Hawkins kept trying to drown him in, and mostly just thought of you. Non-stop. Whatever he tried, the image of your pretty face between his thighs kept popping up behind his eyelids every time he so much as blinked.

He was very much aware of how pathetic he was, truly, as he stared at his reflection in his tiny bathroom mirror. His big brown eyes peered back at themselves in the swipe he had cleared off the fogged up glass with his fingers. He touched his hair. Again. And Again, and again and a few hundred times over until he groaned in frustration and dragged his hands down his face. He had probably spent more time grooming himself this morning than he had in the rest of his life.

Unsatisfied with the end result (the heat and humidity made his curls extra puffy), Eddie dragged himself out of the bathroom and to his uncle's van.

"You ready, kid?" Wayne asked as Eddie finally hoisted himself into the passenger's seat.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Eddie mumbled, winding down the window to feel the soft summer breeze on his face. It was only 7:30 in the morning, which meant that the excruciating temperatures that were to come had not yet fully woken up. Instead, Eddie welcomed the mellow warmth on his face, closing his eyes to mentally prepare himself to face you again.

He had no idea how today would go. Friday had been his literal dream come true, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen had just - somehow - liked his awkward charm enough to give him the best present of his life, but how did he act now? Was it a one time thing? Would you suddenly ignore him now? Eddie felt a sinking feeling at the thought of it. He really liked you, he realised somewhat hesitantly. Because he knew very well that there was a huge difference between a heat-of-the-moment kind of fling and the soft, colourful-winged nerves he felt fluttering around inside his body. He just hoped you felt the same.

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Eddie spent the day on high alert. With every move he made, he was painstakingly aware you could be watching. You weren't, of course, so Eddie looked like a fool every time he turned around in his (definitely not practiced in front of a mirror or anything) movie-like manner, to an empty door frame, or worse, Wayne, who gave him increasingly weirded out looks.

He was starting to lose hope. Maybe it had meant nothing to you, maybe you had meant nothing by it, maybe you hadn't thought of him at all since that night, maybe you didn't like him, maybe he had done something wrong, maybe he-

"JESUS! Oh my god- oh you have to stop doing that!" Eddie blurted out, steadying himself on one of the cars.

You stood beside him, close enough so he could smell the sweet vanilla-like scent of your perfume. You were even more beautiful that he remembered, the ache in his chest told him without uncertainty. And you had a love for scaring the living shit out of him, apparently, as he gathered from the satisfied smile on your lips.

"Hi Eddie, good morning," you said, voice betraying no ill intentions.

"Good morning," was all Eddie managed, paired with a smile he hoped was not as awkward as it was in his mind. This was just typical. He had daydreamed about what to say to you all weekend, played out entire conversations in his head, and now he was reduced to a nervous mess in front of you.

"How are the cars behaving today?" you asked, stalking around the one he was working on, "This one is notorious, if I remember correctly."

"Yeah, yeah, this one's feisty," Eddie said while lightly smacking the side of the car like it was a horse, "she's a real piece of work."

"Hmm," you mused, sitting down on one of the stools in the garage, "she's pretty though."

"Yeah," Eddie wrung the oil and grease stained rag he wiped his hands on between his fingers, "real pretty." It was unclear to himself whether he was still talking about the car.

Wayne had gone out to fetch a part for one of the Mustangs in the town over, so it was just you and Eddie in the sweltering heat trapped inside the garage. Had you waited until Wayne left to be alone with him? The thought alone made his heart skip a beat.

"So, uh, how've you been?" was the only sentence his scrambled brain could produce on the spot, somehow.

You smiled at him as if you saw right through him, "Melting, mostly, what about you?"

"Yeah, same…" Eddie internally cursed himself for his total lack of social skills, "real uh, real warm." He could about die right now, yeah.

You snickered at him, luckily more in a (dare he say it?) affectionate way than a mean one, to Eddie's surprise and delight. "Right on, Munson," you said, "Hey, would it be okay if I just hung around here for a while? Just reading all alone in an empty house is just a tad sad, you know?" you asked while producing a book, seemingly out of thin air.

Eddie couldn't agree to your request fast enough, "Y-yeah! Sure, sure."

"Alright, don't mind me, don't want to distract you," your smile was sweet, comforting in a warm way that had nothing to do with the temperature.

But distract him, you surely did. Eddie was a mess in your presence, no one needed to spell that out for him, but just the mere fact that you were now sitting a mere few steps away from him messed up his brain to a fatal degree. He spilled oil, screwed bolts on the wrong way, tried to open a hood that was already open, and that was all in the first ten minutes. Meanwhile, you seemed completely unbothered.

But for Eddie, the unspoken events from a couple of days ago hung in between you, making the air he was trying to breathe thick and syrupy. He didn't know what to do with himself, somehow completely enamoured with the simple sight of you reading a book, but nervous to his core when he thought about starting a mere conversation.

He was pulled out of his spiraling thoughts by the sound of you snapping your book shut. You stretched your limbs, your top riding up to expose a sliver of your waist that Eddie was sure would come back to haunt him in his daydreams and nightmares alike. You looked up at him, and Eddie suddenly realised he had been frozen in place, bending over one of the motors, screwdriver in hand, frozen mid-air. He quickly straightened up, going for unbothered and casual. (he was neither)

"Hey so, would you like to go get ice cream later?"

Eddie felt like he had been hit over the head with a lottery ticket. You had just… asked him out. Why didn't that cross his mind? Why didn't he do that? "Yeah!" he blurted, quickly reigning himself back in, "Yeah, sounds nice."

"Great," you smiled at him while you got up from the chair, "I'll come back here around five, yeah?"

"Yeah, great, great," Eddie could hardly school the broad smile on his lips into something less euphoric, "See you then!"

"See ya."

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The hours crawled by achingly slow, making Eddie wonder multiple times whether the big grandfather clock was even still working. But then, finally, a quarter to five arrived. He wished he could take you out -was this a date? He still wasn't sure - in an outfit different from his dirty tank top and ripped jeans, but it would have to do. Besides, if he wasn't mistaken, you seemed to have a thing for it?

Anyway, at exactly 4:58, you appeared. You had changed into a flowy sundress, and wow. Eddie marvelled at how the colour brought out the depth in your eyes and complimented the glow of your skin tone perfectly. Simultaneously, he wondered when exactly he had become Shakespeare? He had never noticed these kinds of things before. But then again, it had never been you standing before him.

"Hey Mr. Munson," you greeted Wayne.

"Hey Sweetheart, what are you doing here, shouldn't you be out enjoying your summer?"

"Oh I am, Mr. Munson, promise," you smiled your infectious smile at him, "mind if I borrow your nephew for that tonight?"

Wayne's eyebrows shot up as he gave Eddie a surprised look over your shoulder. All Eddie could do was smile back sheepishly. It's not like he had wanted to keep it a secret per se, he just didn't want to put up with all the teasing.

"All yours," he motioned to Eddie, "And I've told you a million times, sweetheart, just call me Wayne."

He packed the last of his things into the truck while you made your way over to Eddie. Before he left, Wayne gave him a pointed look, the same one as when Eddie looked at the expensive cars a little too long. The same one that applied to everything else in this garage, now including you, be careful, boy.

But Eddie didn't have much time to heed his warning, as you were now standing right before him, and his nervous system once again crashed and burned inside his chest.

"So, which one?" you quipped.

"Hmm? Which what?" Eddie felt like you always had his brain working overtime.

"Which," you swung the door of the cabinet containing all of the car keys open, "one, Eddie?"

"No way."

"Yes way," your smile grew even wider, "I'm driving, of course, but it's you pick tonight."

Eddie thought he might spontaneously propose to you right then. Instead, he went on a rant about all the dream cars that were gathered in this room. "Maybe the Camaro! Or the Miata, the Aston Martin, the Carrera 6…" he was almost bouncing from excitement.

You laughed along with him, the affectionate tone seeping back into your voice, "Your pick!"

"Sweetheart, you're making it real hard on me," he half-whined, somewhat finding back his charm, "Any requests from your side?"

"Nope, all yours."

"You're too kind to me," he drawled, "but I bet you already know which one I'm going to pick, right?"

You grinned, taking a key from the cabinet and tossing it in the air, "Thunderbird, of course."

"Of course," he echoed, now it was his turn to sound fond.

"M'lady," he said as he opened the car door for you.

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Eddie shouldn't be surprised by your driving skills, logically, you had grown up with all sorts of classic cars around, obviously. But he still was. The genuine smile that took over your face as you shredded through the bends in the country roads made his heart do flips inside his chest. He was, once again, quite aware of how pathetic he was being, sitting there in one of the most beautiful cars he had ever seen, and only looking at your side profile.

When you got to the ice cream shop, it was extremely busy. Heatwave, and all. So you stood in line, and Eddie's nerves seemed to have sufficiently calmed down for him to behave like a semi-normal person again, so he ventured into starting a conversation.

"What flavour are you gonna get?"

You thought it over for a second, "Cherry."

"Cherry?" Eddie craned his neck to see past the cue, "they have that?"

"Yeah," you nodded, "they have all kinds of crazy flavours, way crazier than cherries, I once had strawberry cilantro sorbet here - that was a mistake," you giggle, thinking back.

"Cilantro??" Eddie exclaimed, "Sorry but anything green does not belong in ice cream."

"I agree, definitely, but I have this terrible habit of always picking the strangest flavour and then regretting it." you mused, getting closer to the end of the line. "Hey, they have clementine!"

"Clementine?" Eddie barely even knew what a clementine was, but before he could ask you whether that would even taste remotely good, you had already ordered a scoop of it. When it was Eddie's turn, he ordered cherry.

You walked away from the stall to an area with some benches under the shade of a large tree. Eddie watched as you took the first lick of your bright orange ice cream, and saw in real time as your face went sour.

"I think I did it again," you said after you had swallowed, "this is… this is a crime." The crinkle in your nose made Eddie's lopsided grin even wider.

"Trade?" he offered.

"Would you?" you said, eyes lighting up.

"Hmh," he nodded, "let me taste," you held out the cone and Eddie took a broad lick, trying not to think of any underlying implications and/or flashbacks, and indeed, it was terrible. The ice cream tasted like straight up chemicals, pure food colouring, paint, something like that, and Eddie had to try so hard to school his face into an agreeable expression. "I like it."

"You don't!" you exclaimed, "you can't!"

"I do, though" he sing-songed, plucking your cone out of your hands and replacing it with his.

"Did you order cherry just because you knew I'd like it?" you wondered, eyes slightly wide, slightly thrown.

"Maybe," Eddie mumbled before he took a big bite from his ice cream, "just enjoy the cherry for me, alright?"

"Alright," you said quietly, smiling into your ice cream, "thanks, Eddie."

Even the chlorine-like taste was worth getting to see you enjoy your bright red treat.

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After you had both finished your ice cream (Eddie was so glad it was over), you talked for hours. Afterwards, Eddie couldn't even begin to name the topics, but what remained was a warm, fuzzy feeling, and the fact that you were not only the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, but also the funniest. Oh and you were so smart, and kind! And Eddie could keep going, but you were currently throwing the keys to the Ford in his direction.

"Fancy a test drive, Munson?"

"No way! Can I?" Eddie's eyes went comically wide, excitement bubbling up in his chest.

"If you can sit through that ice cream, I think you deserve a ride," you smiled, broad and careless, and Eddie couldn't tell what he was more excited for, driving the car, or more time with you.

When he carefully let himself drop into the driver's seat, he marvelled at the beauty before him, "You're sure?" he had to check.

You just nodded, "Just, never, ever tell my dad. Ever."

Eddie swallowed, alright, no pressure.

But it was so worth it. Eddie was careful enough in handling the car, luckily, but still managed to rack up speeds that would make Hopper frown, even though he reserved them for the deserted backroads you had directed him to.

When he had finally had enough of driving (speeding) around with you giggling beside him and your hair swooshing around your face in the wind, it had already gotten dark. He parked the car at the side of the dirt road in the middle of nowhere you were currently on, somewhere between the corn fields.

"Look at the stars!" he exclaimed, as he marvelled at the sight above him. You tipped your head back as well and smiled.

"If you want to stargaze, we should sit in the back, there's more room there" you suggested. And it was an innocent enough suggestion, sure, but Eddie's voice surely thought otherwise when it almost broke at the word "Sure."

So, you climbed into the backseat together, Eddie's long legs still a bit cramped, but there really was more room, he had to admit. You settled into the backseat next to him, and Eddie was almost surprised by how easy it was to put his arm around you. The way you fit into his side made him question why he was so nervous at all, because it just felt right.

You sat there silently, cuddling up to each other in the faint moon light. It was quiet, serene, almost. Until you shrieked. And jumped. Or, well, as much as you can jump in a car, at least.

"What! What's wrong?!" Eddie exclaimed.

You were frantically swatting around you, "Grasshopper!!!" was the only thing you shrieked, and Eddie would have burst out laughing if you hadn't yelled it so loudly. Still he huffed a little laugh, but wasted no time in helping you catch the thing. Eddie eventually succeeded in capturing it in his hands and throwing it into the fields, bringing peace back to the car.

"It was, it was just really big," you managed, out of breath from the swatting. But once your wide eyes met Eddie's, you both burst out laughing.

"He was pretty big, I'll admit," Eddie eventually managed, "But you were really brave, sweetheart."

You shoved his shoulder, wanting to wipe the teasing grin clean off his face, but you accidentally lost your balance, falling into Eddie's chest. He caught you, and suddenly all giggly, lighthearted giddiness evaporated. Your face was so close to his that he could practically feel the burning of your cheeks reflected on his.

He was almost lying down already, but with one smooth movement from you, he was now flat on his back, with you on top of him. Your hair softly swayed in the wind as you looked down on him, your smile hovering somewhere between playful and sincere, and Eddie thought that he should take a moment to imprint this sight into his brain forever. Your beautiful face, the stars above you, the soft sounds of crickets in the grass around you, and the bone-deep silence beyond that.

He smiled up at you, embarrassingly aware of how sappy he was being inside his head, and cupped your cheek with his large, warm hand. You instinctively leaned into his touch, which made his heart flutter, as he slowly caressed your cheek with his thumb.

After what felt like hours of staring into your eyes, the wind whistling softly through the fields, you draped yourself on top of him and buried your face in his neck, where you - ever so lightly - started planting kisses. Eddie's eyes immediately fluttered closed, not used to the soft, intimate touch, but reveling in it.

Your kisses slowly grew more heated, your teeth scraping over his pulse point had Eddie writhing beneath you, not being able hold back a whiny moan when you followed the soft sting with careful laps of your tongue. His hands found your waist, softly caressing your curves through the fabric. Just the shape of you, the dip in the small of your back made him go crazy. His hands roamed your body, not quite daring to dip below your waist just yet, but his inhibitions were slowly melting away with the way your mouth attacked his skin.

By now, you were planting open-mouthed kisses on his collarbones, and Eddie had never wanted to bottle a feeling as much as the feeling of your body pressed to his and your mouth on his neck.

When your hand slowly slid between your bodies and you reached for his belt buckle, he stopped you, though. Eddie was a gentleman, of course, and he had been daydreaming about this moment all weekend.

You halted your gentle attack when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, insecurity flashing in your eyes for just a second before Eddie smiled and said "Not this time, sweetheart, it's time to let me take care of you tonight."

Your eyes went a little wider at his words, and then a lot wider as he grabbed your waist and flipped you over, him now hovering above your frame. The gasp you let out was followed by your giggles, which only encouraged Eddie's antics. He smiled wolfishly down at you, at your delicate features framed by the moonlight, the smooth expanse of your neck and collarbones until his view was obstructed by your dress. He had been dreaming of kissing the soft skin behind your ear since he met you, he could finally admit now, and when he did, the feeling was unmatched.

The soft mewls he pulled out of you with each peck and precise lick fueled him on even more, kissing a stripe down your chest to where the swell of your breast disappeared into your dress. He didn't particularly think it would be a good idea to strip you completely naked somewhere in a random field, but god, how he wanted to. Instead, he would have to settle for his next plan.

After making sure he left no part of your neck untouched, unkissed, his large hands curled around your waist again to slide you further up on the seats. He positioned himself in between your legs, smoothing his large hands up and down the expanse of what was already revealed of your thighs. He could hardly think straight anymore already, he vaguely thought, so lost in the sight of you, even while still fully clothed.

He looked up at your face, your eyes were heavy with need, tracking his every move, while your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth. You were a vision.

"'This alright?" Eddie asked, an almost breathless quality to his voice.

"Yeah," you said, softly, a smile playing on your lips.

At your confirmation, Eddie wasted no time in bunching your dress up at your hips, revealing your light blue panties, complete with a little bow. He groaned as soon as he saw the little wet patch that had formed on the soft cotton, growing hungry in a way that was new to him. But he wanted to draw this moment out for as long as you would let him.

He started by kissing each of your knees, working his way down your thighs kiss by kiss. The skin there was just so soft, Eddie thought he could drown in it. The plush flesh felt divine underneath his fingertips as he softly squeezed your hips, getting closer and closer to your centre.

You were growing impatient under him, your body writhing and wiggling in his grip. He smiled against your soft skin, "Needy, are we?" he remarked, as if he had any resolve left in him.

At the simple "Please, Eddie, need you," that left your lips, he was a goner. He capitulated instantly, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs. His eyes were fixed on your pussy, the way your slick glistened in the pale moonlight seemed to him the single most alluring thing he had ever seen.

He carefully leaned down, as in trance, and swiped his calloused fingertips through your folds, gathering your wetness. You moaned instantly at the relief it brought, making Eddie even more crazed to taste you.

"All this for me, sweetheart?" his voice was thick with anticipation.

"All for you, Eddie," you cooed, arching your back for him.

That was what did him in, what made the very last of his resolve crumble. He dove in, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. The way you arched into him and moaned his name upon the contact made him dizzy. So he kept going, licking deliberate strokes up your soaked pussy, while you mewled above him. He had a steady grip on your waist, holding you to his mouth as he experimentally wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

The pornographic moan you let out went straight to Eddie's rock hard dick, making him moan against your core. He didn't have a lot of experience, but he sure made up for it in enthusiasm, plus, he liked to think of himself as a quick learner. That's why, when your hands found their way into his hair, he let you softly pull his hair to guide him to all the right spots. He followed your directions carefully, devoting extra attention to your most sensitive spots, all while you ground your hips onto his face.

Eddie had never been this happy in his entire life, he thought. The way you tasted, the way you sounded, the fact that it was his name tumbling from your lips amidst your moans and curse words, he must have gone to heaven.

When he broke away for just a second, your eyes were heavy lidded, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and your lips were bitten raw. Eddie had never seen anything more beautiful.

"Sweetheart, do you want my fingers?"

You smiled coyly, almost bashfully, as you nodded, "Yeah, please?"

And who was he to deny you anything? He gathered some of your wetness first, circling your clit just a couple of times, reveling in the soft "oh" sounds you made with every pass of his fingers, before he carefully pushed his middle finger into you. He studied your face intently, but he only found pleasure there, in the way your eyes screwed shut, your lips slowly parted, and the way you clawed at the expensive leather of the seats.

Eddie couldn't care any less about the seats right now, though, being entirely mesmerized by the way you were taking him.

"More?" he offered.

All you could do in your blissed out state was nod.

So Eddie added a second finger, steadily pumping in and out of you, watching your body react as if it was pure magic. The whiny sounds you started to make tipped Eddie off about how close you were getting. He quickly added his mouth back into the mix, going back to licking and sucking on your clit as his fingers still worked your entrance.

The sounds you were making were divine, and also the backdrop to all of Eddie's future fantasies, he was sure. So he kept going, spurred on by every breathy "Edddie, Eddie, Eddie," that left your lips.

Your hands found his hair again, raking through his curls and softly pulling on them. "Eddie, baby, I'm so close, ah-" your thighs were trembling by now, a sight that made pride bloom in Eddie's chest.

"Yeah? Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart? Gonna come all over my fingers for me?"

And that was all you needed. With a last high-pitched moan and a dozen more chants of his name, your back arched into him as your orgasm crashed over you. Eddie felt your pussy squeeze his fingers even tighter as he worked you through your orgasm, completely in awe with the stunning sight playing out before him.

When you came down from your high, cheeks glowing and smile cherry red and satisfied, Eddie felt a surge of affection blooming in his chest that had been just as strong as his lust.

"Was that good, sweetheart?" he asked, partly to mirror your earlier question, partly because he still needed some validation.

You leaned forward, raking your fingers through his wild hair once more as you planted a careful kiss on his forehead, "Eddie, that was the best orgasm of my life," you giggled, dropping your head on his shoulder. Soon, you were joined by Eddie's matching giggles, which he just couldn't hold back at your compliment. He was glad your face was buried in his neck again, because his cheeks were burning so hard, he was sure not even the night air would be able to hide his deep cherry blush.

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let me know if you guys still want a part 3! :)) thanks for reading and feedback is very very welcome! <3

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the-myth-nerds · 3 days ago

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Can I get a vanilla and honeycomb sprinkle and a coffee with cream and sugar please?!

One Vanilla and Honeycomb sprinkle, coffee with cream and sugar, coming up!

Note: use of GN!reader since no gender was specified.

When Eddie called you earlier and asked if you wanted to come over after Hellfire, I don't think you had this in mind.

Eddie had made you sit on the D&D table, biting and sucking on your neck, smirking against your skin.

“Oh baby, do you want me to keep going?”

There was that look in his eyes. The one that kind of reminded you either of a puppy dog or a fruit bat, depending on the day. The one that begged you to “say yes, please.”

So you nodded, he smiled, and he kissed you on the lips.

“Good. Cause we're about to have some fun that dice don't have any say in.”

He slowly crept down to your thighs, glancing up every few seconds for permission.

“Lift your hips, love.”

He gently slid your shorts and underwear down to stare directly at your sex.

“You're always so pretty for me like this baby..”

He glanced up at you one last time before gently licking up a stripe, eyes never leaving yours. He continued licking and sucking, eyes trained on your face to take in every expression. To just hear every sound you made? It drove him wild.

Eventually, when you did cum, he licked up every drop, telling you over and over how delicious you tasted.

After you came down, he gently lifted you off the table, noticing the very obvious wet stain on the wood.

“Well.. good thing that's normally hidden with my DM screen.. that means I get to keep it all to myself.”

#hehehehe #smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things smut #stranger things x reader #eddie munson smut

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rottingpink · 12 days ago

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free use

cw. cnc, established relationship, free use, going at it CONSTANTLY, p/v, breeding, corruption kink, unprotected sex

synopsis. since discussing the idea of both of you being willing to fuck whenever, your husband has not let up off you.

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"we should try something fun."

your husband lifts his gaze slowly from the newspaper he was reading.

"fun?" he indulges you, tilting his head slightly to search your face. you suggested something without a description intentionally to make him ask for an elaboration, meaning what you're about to tell him will either be very intriguing, or the complete opposite. he searches your features in an attempt to determine which it'll be. "what kind of fun?"

you pause to make him squirm in anticipation. "i was thinking," you murmur, tracing your finger along the couch's lines with your fingertip, a sign of nervousness. "we could try… being available to each other. like whenever one of us wants-" your face goes warm, "sex."

the newspaper lowers down to his lap so your husband can stare at you intently, but he doesn't move otherwise. he's seated with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his legs apart in a lazy manspread, looking way too composed for what you just suggested. your body is so tense right now that you feel the urge to take a cold shower before the conversation continues. why isn't he saying anything?

"available," he echoes your choice of words. "as in free use."

you nod, trying not to squirm in your seat. "mhm."

he hums, tongue running over the inside of his cheek, and his eyes drag over your body as if he's already imagining all the different ways he can catch you off guard and ruin you. just as you suggested.

"sweetheart," he murmurs quietly, folding the paper and setting it aside, "do you even know what you're agreeing to?"

you shrug, a guileless glint in your wide eyes. you couldn't seriously be asking him this. you, who cries within the first ten minutes of him fucking you and tries to crawl away from him when he's pounding into you, wants to be free use for him, constantly? "i trust you. there... shouldn't be any issues."

he leans back in his chair and lets a silence pass once more. he seems to be considering it. the longer he goes without talking the more you squirm. he lays a cheek in his palm, and continues. "and why do you want to be free use for me?"

your eyes widen and your lips press together. you're nervous but trying not to show it. "it's not just me, you know. both of us are available for each other. i just wanted to suggest it because it's been on my mind a while."

"mm. no other reason?"

you hesitate a second too long, and he notices immediately. his eyes narrow ever so slightly. "well," you fidget, toying with a thread on your shirt to break eye contact just long enough so you don't explode. "i just thought it might be exciting."

"exciting... how?"

you puff out a soft breath and try to play it off. "i dunno… like, getting dragged into a public washroom while we're out grocery shopping. or, like… in the car. pulling it over so we can go to the backseat. or while i'm doing laundry."

"so you mean you want me to be so desperate i can't wait and have to have you. right then, right there."

you fidget again, but nod. "mhm."

he laughs once under his breath. "that's cute. so if you're half asleep," he says, "and i want to wake you up with my cock inside you, you won't mind? or if we're on a hike and you're in one of those pairs of leggings i really like, i can put you up against a tree?"

you nod, but look away bashfully. "i said whenever."

he hums and looks away for a moment in an attempt to stay calm while he processes. then he looks back at you, tutting with a pitying look on his face. like you're a lamb up for the slaughter.

"you don't know what you just agreed to," he says affectionately, like he's sorry for you.

you frown, feeling like he's underestimating you. "yes, i do."

he smiles. "you really don't."

the first time he tries out your new agreement is when you're brushing your teeth with him the next morning. you're standing at the sink in just one of his old t-shirts, groggy, hair messy, toothbrush hanging from the corner of your mouth as you blink blearily at your own reflection. he's behind you, pretending to brush his teeth too, but he's just looking at you.

your thighs are bare. the shirt rides up when you lean forward to spit into the sink, and he can see the crease where the back of your thighs meet your plush ass. he's entranced by the quiet way you operate when you're still half asleep and unaware of how good you look.

he swishes some water in his mouth and spits, setting his toothbrush back in the holder while watching you. you didn't notice he was ogling until you look up to meet his gaze in the mirror reflection to see him reaching around to pull you flush against his chest, lifting his hands under your shirt from behind to cup your tits. you don't wear a bra around the house, much to his convenience.

"just trying something fun," he murmurs into the curve of your neck, kissing the soft skin there. you tip your head a little, a pleasant feeling washing over your body as his thumbs roll over your perked nipples. he then wraps his hand around your throat to tip your head back. "aren't you so pretty?" he coos, one hand toying with your breast while the other gives your throat a light squeeze. it does nothing for your sanity. your brain might as well be slipping out of your ears.

you try to respond, but all that slips out is a helpless little whimper, the toothbrush still dangling from your lips.

"you're already shaking," he says softly, letting go of your throat only to glide his hand down the front of your shirt, past your navel, and into the waistband of your thin cotton panties. "and it's not even been a minute since i started. why're you acting like some helpless little virgin?"

you slip the toothbrush out of your mouth and drop it in the holder, using both hands to hold his wrist to keep yourself steady. "you're being mean," you breathe, embarrassed by how quickly he's unraveled you.

he hums, slipping his fingers inside your tight pussy to find you warm and wet. your hips jolt, but you don't move away. "i'm doing what you asked of me," he corrects you, his tone patient. "you said 'whenever,' remember?" he begins to lift up your shirt and tosses it onto the counter beside you, and your panties come off right after. then he pushes you forward so you're bent over onto the smooth marble in front of you.

he leans over your back, palm pressing down gently between your shoulder blades to keep you in place. "you know what your problem is," he murmurs, breath hot against your ear, "you get way too ahead of yourself. then you ask for things you're not ready for."

"baby please," you whine, grinding your hips back, only for him to pull away. he's teasing you. you look back at him with frustration, wanting friction against your sopping core, but he's not allowing it.

you feel him hook a hand under your knee to prop your leg up on the edge of the sink for a better angle, and he tuts at how messy your little pussy is so soon. he spreads you as much as you can go, then nudges his clothed bulge against your core, listening to your breath hitch and breathy pants to leave your mouth. "hmmh... that spot... do that again,"

he hushes you patronizingly, tugging his pj pants just low enough for his cock to be free. you're completely bare in contrast. with a hand pinning you down and the blunt press of his cock between your thighs, he slowly, maddeningly starts to slip it inside with a purposeful roll of his hips, and the stretch immediately hits you. you feel so full with just the first few inches of his fat cock in you.

your mouth opens around a silent moan, eyes rolling back. your grip on the counter tightens while he rocks into you steadily, holding you firmly while his gaze flits from your hole sucking him in and the lewd look on your face in the mirror.

"you wanted this. look at yourself. look how pretty you are when you're being used."

you try. you really do. your eyes flutter open just long enough to catch sight of your own flushed, wrecked reflection, your hair a mess, mouth parted, as he slowly fills you up to the brink, tip kissing your womb. his hand gathers a fistful of your hair to tip your head up.

your head spins as he thrusts into you roughly, flesh slapping against flesh making nasty sounds that echo off the bathroom walls. "y-you're... haaa gonna be late f'work," you moan as he fucks into you deep and rough, his thick cock curving just right inside you to keep bumping against your sweet spots.

"shit... y'wanna talk about that now?" he tugs your hair a little to make you squeal, using it to keep you in place like it's a handle. "i'll grab breakfast on the way there," he says into your skin. "this is more important."

you reach behind blindly because you're desperate to feel your husband or hold him, but he pushes you back down, then leans down to push his chest flush against your back, his skin hot against yours. he nudges his cock deeper in you at the new angle, moving a bulky arm to wrap around your neck and fuck you in a chokehold.

he groans against your ear, rutting harder now, his rhythm starting to lose control while your back arches for him, trying to take more even though you're so full. his hips snap forward with more force and he chuckles into your ear when you let out a garbled, " 'm gonna cum..." followed by a loud mewl. he groans, slamming into that one spot that gets you to tighten up around him each time his mushroom tip gives it a kiss.

"hmm, ask nicely, sweetheart," he nips your ear and bottoms out with an obscenely wet squelch. "mmmm.... c-can i... fuck, c-cum? please, 'm gonna..." your eyes screw shut and your pussy gushes around his thick shaft, leaving your thighs slick and shaky.

he slams into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you so his cum can shoot as deep inside you as he can. he doesn't pull out right away. arms wrapped around your middle, nose pressed into your hair like he's anchoring himself.

"god," he mumbles, still pumping you full, and there's now a creamy ring where his cock enters your cunt. "filled your little pussy all up, didn't i? now i'll feel bad leaving you like this."

you're too wrecked to answer, slumped forward against the sink, letting him hold you up. he reaches for a washcloth by the towel rack and dampens it so he can clean you up, giving you little kisses the whole time while you cling onto him. he keeps praising you, too. "did s'good for me, pretty baby."

he leaves you with a soft peck on your cheek. "ill see you later tonight..."

it doesn't stop after that morning in the bathroom. that was just his warm up, after all; his first taste of what you gave him. the second the floodgates opened, there was no closing them. poor you.

there's the time in the gym changeroom, right after your shared workout ends. you're both sore and sweaty, and you duck into the locker room so you can grab your stuff and head home with him to shower. however, the second he sees your flushed skin and damp chest through your sports bra, he doesn't hesitate to tug you into one of the showers and sit down on the bench, tearing off your clothes and tugging you into his lap.

he'll stuff your panties in your mouth so your moans are muffled, and fucks up into you hard and fast with no shame, even as he hears people talking and shuffling about behind the flimsy shower curtain. "you're gonna make a mess on me, aren't you?" he murmurs against your ear. "you like knowing someone could walk in right now and see you like this? my sweet girl, cockdrunk in a gym shower?"

he makes you cum on his cock, stuffs you full of his seed and leaves with you once the coast is mostly clear.

next was the hike. you're halfway up the steep trail with him, on a quick break on the grass off the main path. you'd just bent over a little to re-tie your laces since your boots had been far too tight, when he'd come up behind you, grinding against you and palming your ass through your leggings in broad daylight.

"shouldn't bend over in front of me unless you want me to do somethin' to you," he mutters, voice low and warm at your ear as he presses himself closer, fingers kneading into the backs of your thighs.

he doesn't give you a second to argue before he's guiding you face first to a tree and dropping to his knees. he pulls your leggings down just enough to get what he wants, and the air hits your slick folds pleasantly. you whimper, bracing yourself as he spreads your ass to have your pussy fully presented to him.

"gonna be quick," he whispers, "just a little taste." he mumbles, before shoving his face right into your cunt.

you gasp loudly and your hands shoot up to brace against the tree bark right in front of you and dig into the wood. you tremble and let out a shaky breath when he licks a slow, nasty stripe from your pussy up to your clit, shaking his tongue a little so it slobbers over every inch of your drooling pussy lips, occasionally prodding your hole.

his hands are firm on your thighs to spread you open wider, dragging your hips back toward his mouth while he eats you out filthy and sloppy. his nose nudges your clit, tongue flicking in and out of you, then slipping deep inside.

you bite your lip and your eyes, wide and panicked, glance toward the trail. anyone could walk by since you're not that far off the path, hidden, but not well. if someone wandered off long enough, they'd find the two of you.

"god," he moans into you, closing his mouth around your pussy lips and sucking gently, then going back to make out with your pussy. "taste so fuckin' good, babe. made for me." your orgasm hits so fast that you barely have time to warn him, pushing back against him so you cream right into his mouth.

you intended to have one wholesome weekend without your man ravaging you on any available surface in the vicinity. a family gathering that your parents are hosting. you enter the countryside house with your husband's hand on the small of your back to guide you inside, smiling politely as your relatives greet you both with warm hugs and laughter. everyone is in a good mood, sipping drinks, chewing on appetizers. there's music playing, and scents drifting from the kitchen.

he lasts about twenty minutes into the evening before he leans down to whisper filth into your ear while everyone else is distracted in the dining room. "you keep looking up at me like that and you're not leaving this place without my cum dripping down your thighs."

you stiffen, body heating up with arousal instantly, even as your face stays composed for the sake of your family standing two feet away. your husband knows exactly what he's doing. he brushes his lips just under your ear again, letting his breath brush over your skin while his palm subtly slides down to squeeze your ass through your dress, making you yelp.

he's all over you most of the evening. hands holding your hips from behind, cupping your ass, arms around your waist, smelling your hair... blatant public displays of affection. he keeps whispering things. "you're dripping through this dress," he murmurs while you're getting drinks in the kitchen. "do you even know what you look like right now?"

you try to push him away, but he's already behind you, brushing your hair over your shoulder as if he's helping, just to kiss the back of your neck. he's all over you right up until you take a break to get away from the party for a bit before dinner. you choose your childhood bedroom as an escape, needing one second away from him before he decides to finger you at the dinner table or fuck you in one of the bathrooms, but he follows you shortly after.

you just entered your old room, not realizing the door didn't click shut behind you. you make it two steps before he grabs you and pins you down onto your back in your old twin bed.

you jolt. "baby! where did you- what are you- "

"shhh," he murmurs, lips already brushing your neck. "just missed you. five minutes."

your body reacts before your brain can catch up. you tip your head to the side for him, breath catching as he kisses behind your ear and tugs the straps of your dress down your shoulders and pushing it under your tits so he can cup your bare mounds. his thumbs brush over your nipples until they stiffen under his touch, and he groans at your soft whines, pinching and rubbing them with his fingers while he kisses down to your chest, laving his tongue over the swollen peaks. he's practically slobbering on them, one bulky hand playing with one while his mouth works on the other, sucking sharply and then releasing with a wet pop.

he drags your panties down and off your ankles, spreading you into a shameful position to get a good look at you.

"fuck, look at this mess," he thumbs over your pussy with light pressure, teasing you. "this for me?" you whimper a soft yes, causing him to chuckle softly. he leans over you again, playing with your hole while his other hand wraps around his cock to stroke it slow and firm from tip to base, aligning himself with your hole. he doesn't make it easy for you and put it in straight away, instead tapping his cock against your folds and listening to the nasty little squelches that come from you. he slides it up and down, delaying your pleasure to make you desperate.

you gasp and mewl, thighs already lifting for him as he lines up and starts to press in slowly. your body clutches around him immediately, the stretch making your head spin. "ohhh my- fuck," he groans, pushing in all the way until he bottoms out. "tight as ever. made to be fucked in."

you moan breathlessly and tip your head back, letting him start to plow into you. he doesn't waste any time in putting one leg up over his shoulder and thrusting so deep that his balls squish against the curve of your ass and his shaft forms a faint print in your belly from how huge he is. your head lolls back with each of his deep, grinding strokes.

"look at you," he whispers, eyes trained on your filthy expression. "getting ruined in your childhood room. all the innocent memories, corrupted by this one." he mocks you while fucking into you harder. you moan loudly, hands fisting at the sheets, then clawing his biceps, then running down his torso. you have no idea what to do with yourself right now. he's fucking you into oblivion and now you're completely out of it.

"bet your parents think you're still their good little girl," he pants, rocking into you, stretching you out with his fat shaft with every drag. you can feel every vein and the exact angle in which his cock curves inside you. "they don't know you're upstairs getting your pussy wrecked like this."

"fuck! baby slow down, ahn, we're gonna get caught mmfuck, please!"

"please what?" he taunts, slowing his thrusts to an unbearable pace. "please fuck me harder?" he punctuates the question with a sharp thrust so deep inside you your vision swims. "or please fill me up in my little princess bed?" he coos, grinding his pelvis against yours. your mouth falls open in a silent scream as a particularly deep thrust hits your sweet spot, sending sparks of pleasure racing up your spine while your back arches off the bed, pressing your heaving tits more firmly against his chest. you can basically feel his heartbeat against yours, thudding in time with his sloppy thrusts.

" 'm gonna cum inside you," he grits, pounding into you hard, cock scraping against your plushy walls and the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every inward thrust. "goddamn, look at me. want you to -haa- remember this." your nails scrape his back. you're crying out softly, trying to stay quiet, but you're so close. you clamp down on him so hard when it hits that he chokes on a groan, hips stuttering as he starts spilling into you with a harsh jerk of his body.

his cock jerks and pulses as he hilts inside you, the thick head flaring inside you as he releases ropes of hot cum pumps into your greedy cunt, your womb quickly filling to the brim.

within seconds, excess semen is already bubbling out around his shaft, dripping down onto the sheets beneath your ass. your pussy clenches and ripples, desperately trying to milk every last drop of him, and he continues rocking his cock inside you as he cums, fingers moving to play with your clit, and you cum shortly after, gushing around his cock and adding to the mess on the bed.

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