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Rainbow in the Dark

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Description: A few months after Eddie's death, he's resurrected by Vecna and recruited to destroy you and the rest of the group. But you're able to get through to Eddie, breaking the spell with the power of your undying love for him. The two of you make up for lost time, and he vows to betray Vecna and help you save the world.

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, male reader, vampire!eddie munson, gay!eddie munson, gay!reader, character death (and resurrection), semi-graphic mentions of blood/gore/body parts/organs/other grisly things, vampirism, blood drinking LGBTQ references, oral sex, anal sex, lots of crying, angst

A/N: This story contains dialogue from Stranger Things season four for context within my story, some of which has been modified. The credit for said dialogue goes to the Stranger Things writers, the Duffer Brothers, and Netflix. I only use it for entertainment purposes, I do not own Stranger Things or any of its characters, and I do not profit from my stories.

Word Count: 14.6k

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Rainbow in the Dark

It's been a little over six months since you lost the big showdown against Vecna. Well, you know Nancy got him pretty good with her shotgun, and Robin molotoved his ass to a crisp. But in the end, it certainly feels like a loss. Vecna isn't actually dead, just severely injured, but you know he'll be back any day now. Max is still down for the count, lifeless in a hospital bed. Lucas hasn't left her side, refusing to give up on her. He barely sleeps or eats, blaming himself for her ending up like this. Most of the people have left town after the earth split open, evacuating as Hawkins has officially been deemed too cursed to live in.

The people still here carry on hunting for Eddie, despite your gang's efforts to convince them of all the upside-down bullshit. He's still being blamed for all of it, the killings, the 'earthquake', the world turning gray from the cracks in the earth. Dustin is a wreck, wracked with guilt over losing his friend. And everyone else is just barely keeping shit together. The upside-down has poisoned about half the town now, the plants are all dead, and any animals left behind have mutated into demogorgon hybrids. Day by day, you lose another battle as more parts of town have to be marked as 'dangerous and toxic'. The worst thing about all of this? You’ve lost the love of your life. Eddie Munson, resident freak, is dead.

You'd been secretly hooking up with Eddie when all this insanity kicked off. You were his right hand man in the Hellfire Club, helping him organize campaigns and recruiting new members. You'd known him for as long as you can remember, but you only became friends a couple years ago. You loved that club, always counting down the minutes until you could be back in the drama room with your favorite band of misfits. You and Eddie in particular became very close, he had taken a certain shine to you that nobody else had the privilege of receiving. One day, after a rather heated D&D session, Eddie asked you to stay back and help him clean up. As always, you happily accepted.

"Hey, you played really well today, Y/N." Eddie says, gathering the dice from around the table to put in his drawstring pouch. You're putting everyone's figures away in their box, and stacking the board tiles.

"Thanks, Eddie." You reply, trying not to blush. You don't understand why, but being around him, especially alone, gives you butterflies. He smiles at you, tossing the pouch into his bag, which lands with a clacking sound. "I'm excited for the next campaign, you're a great dungeon master." You say, meeting his big brown eyes.

He chuckles, walking over to you. "You really think so?" He asks, putting a hand over yours to take the boards from your grasp. You gasp at the contact, swallowing hard as your cheeks heat up beyond your control. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He teases, eyes flicking to your lips. He's grinning at you, tongue playing at the edge of his mouth. You wait for him to lean forward, to kiss you. You didn't even realize you'd want him to do that, that's odd. But he chickens out, backing off after a moment. He shakes his head, sighing before going back to his things.

"Um, what was that?" You ask, though you're not quite sure why.

"Nothing, Y/N. Don't worry 'bout it." He replies defensively, hoping he hasn't pissed you off. He doesn't want to assume something, and end up making you uncomfortable.

"But it's not nothing. Were you gonna kiss me?" You push, unable to let this go. His head whips around to look at you, eyes wider than you've ever seen them. It's here that you realize how many times you've lost yourself in those eyes. How many occasions your own have lingered over his body, admiring him without even thinking about it. He's so handsome, gorgeous even. You can't help wanting to tangle your fingers in his long hair, taste his plush lips with your own. It has never occurred to you that you're actually attracted to this man, until now.

"N-no." He stutters, forcing a nervous laugh. "What makes you say that?" He acts like what you're suggesting is utterly ridiculous, like he hasn't been secretly checking you out every chance he gets.

You slowly walk over to him, taking your time. He backs up a couple steps, becoming very nervous and assuming you're about to beat him up. "Relax, Eds. Please?" You plead with your eyes, not wanting to scare him. The look on your face makes him relax a little, and he stops moving so you can approach him. You're standing very close to him now, within kissing distance. You raise a hand to stroke his cheek, causing him to flinch. "It's okay." You reassure, and he lets you feel his soft skin with your palm. "You're so pretty, Eds. And I didn't put it together until now, but I'm very attracted to you." You speak quietly, feeling like your words violate the heated silence between you.

He snorts out a laugh. "You just NOW figured out that you like me? Man, you've been staring at me nonstop for months! Not that I'm complaining." He speaks in his usual smart-ass tone, you can't get enough of hearing him talk.

"Well, pardon me, Eddie! I've never looked at a man this way before, I didn't really think I could. Can I just kiss you already?" You roll your eyes, wanting so badly to act on this thing you've subconsciously been wanting for so long.

"Of course, baby. Do your worst." He jokes, making you both laugh to break the tension a little. When you quiet back down, you bring your mouth onto his, immediately melting at how soft his lips are. He tastes like tobacco and Dr. Pepper, a flavor combination you never thought you'd love so much. Your hands slip into his thick hair, weaving your fingers between the locks. Eddie's arms wrap around your back, holding you closer. Your matching Hellfire shirts rub against one another, radiating a welcome warmth between you.

"Hey, guys. I forgot my chemistry textbo-'' Dustin announces as he walks back through the doors to the drama room. He's frozen in his tracks, staring at the scene before him. His words startle you out of your embrace, quickly pushing each other away to try and hide what you were doing. Mortified expressions plague everyone's faces, eyes flicking between the three of you frantically. "Ah, there's my book! I'll just be going now!" He snatches the textbook from the table, about to turn heel and run.

"Dustin, wait!" Eddie calls to him, and Dustin stops in his tracks, turning back around slowly. "Just-..." Eddie gathers the words, struggling to piece them together. "Please don't say anything to anyone?" He begs, and Dustin's fearful expression softens. The kid walks over to the both of you, pulling you in for a group hug. You and Eddie look at each other, confused.

"I promise, your secret is safe with me." Dustin says, muffled against your chests. He lifts his head to look up at your faces. "I was wondering when you were finally gonna get together." He says with a joyful smile.

"What?!" You say simultaneously. Was your mutual attraction THAT obvious?

"Oh, please! The whole club has been talking about it, you two are not nearly as subtle as you think you are. The longing glances? The lingering on any contact either one of you makes on the other? You guys are the most lovesick people I've ever seen, it was getting painful to watch." He pats your shoulders, before turning to leave again. "Relax, I haven't said a word to anyone outside the group, and I don't plan to. I understand how dangerous this town can be. I'm happy for you though, so I'll leave you to it!" He salutes you both, jogging out of the room once more.

You look at Eddie again, utterly surprised that the club put two and two together before you even knew what your feelings meant. "Longing glances?" You ask mockingly, you can't help being a bit annoyed that the group has been talking about you like this.

"Lingering contact?" Eddie says, just as shocked as you are. He contemplates the idea for a moment, before giving you a devilish grin. "Although, I kinda like the sound of that. Maybe we should have some more." He walks the two of you backwards to the nearest wall, and you grunt as your back hits the cinder blocks. His large hand rests next to your face, essentially pinning you where you stand. His breath fans over your lips, your heart racing.

"Do your worst, Munson." You say, smirking as you anticipate his next move.

Rain patters against the windows outside Steve Harrington's house. Everyone had set up here as an official base camp, as it's the largest house of the group that hasn't been condemned yet. The patterns of decay and destruction have miraculously missed this place, the supermarket, and the hospital. But at the back of your mind, you know eventually nowhere will be safe anymore. It's only a matter of time. You're curled up in an armchair, looking out into the distance. Just a couple blocks away, you can see the vines strangling every house, tree, car, etc. Those nasty dust particles swirl around in the air like snow in slow-motion. "Y/N." You hear Jonathan behind you, his fingers tapping on your shoulder.

"Hm?" You hum in questioning, turning to see what he wants. He's holding out a mug of hot coffee, just the way you like it. "Oh, thanks." You say flatly, taking the mug from his pale hands.

"Yeah." He says awkwardly, leaving you to stare outside at the desolation. You take a sip of your drink, feeling the liquid warm you up on this cold October evening. It's Halloween, but nobody is in a particularly festive mood. You look around the living room, your heart sinking at the scene before you. Mike, Will, Erica, and Eleven are mindlessly playing Monopoly, trying to pass the time. They aren't smiling, barely saying a word unless someone owes somebody money.

Nancy, Robin, Steve, and Jonathan sit at a folding table drinking mugs of coffee similar to yours. Their expressions are similarly bleak, bags under their eyes as they don't sleep much. Dustin has separated himself from the others, residing in a spare room upstairs. You've often heard him sobbing when you go up there to use the bathroom, though lately the sound has stopped. The only sign of life he gives is leaving his empty dishes outside the door.

Hopper, Murray, Dmitri and Joyce sit on guard at every entrance, brandishing guns and axes in case any mutant creatures come knocking. Argyle went back home to be with his family a little bit after the fight. You're thankful his joyful spirit didn't have a chance to be broken by him staying in this godforsaken place. And Lucas is still at the hospital with Max, protecting her in her vulnerable state.

You found it odd that even after all this time, there's still running water and electricity in the parts of town that are habitable. You'd asked Hopper about it the other day, thinking that you'd be kicking it old school by now. Turns out, some of the associates of Hawkins Lab pulled some strings to man the power plant and water treatment facilities with a skeleton crew. The workers lock down inside the buildings, receiving weekly shipments of supplies while they keep things running. It seems these government assholes have a vested interest in the lot of you -and anyone you might recruit- surviving and beating Vecna when the time comes. They also ensure the safety of the hospital and Big Buy market so anyone left in town can get what they need.

Most of your parents have left you behind, once you explained that you needed to stay and fight the good fight. The Harringtons, Dustin's mom, the Wheelers, the Sinclairs, the Buckleys, your parents, are all gone. But they call often, letting you know how proud of you they are for trying to save the world. Plus, you have Hopper and the other grownups to keep you safe. Not to mention each other.

Despite sticking together, at least physically in the same house, tensions have been running high. Everyone is scared, sad, and tired. It leads to lots of arguments over who gets a turn sleeping in the beds upstairs while everyone else piles onto the couches or sleeping bags on the floor. Or who gets to shower first in the morning, who has to bring Dustin his next meal upstairs, who has to venture outside for supplies with Hopper or Dmitri. Petty things, really. These little fights always end in everyone involved bursting into exhausted tears, apologizing profusely once they remember the gravity of the situation you're all in.

Most times, you volunteer to do all of the things nobody wants to do to keep the peace. It helps your mind stay busy, keeping it far away from a certain deceased metalhead. You're also pretty built compared to some of the older kids. You worked odd jobs on the local farms before you were roped into the final act of Hawkins' torrid history of monsters and alternate dimensions. So you feel safer going out for food and other necessities, armed with Steve's nail-studded baseball bat to whack any creepy crawlies with.

One thing you've noticed through this whole shitty ordeal though, is how fucking quiet everyone is. There's no real conversation, unless it revolves around a potential plan of attack. No jokes are cracked to break the dismal mood that hangs over you all like the storm clouds outside. Not a single smile can be found on any of your faces, no glimmer of hope in your eyes. It's like, whatever is going on out there, is hollowing all of you out in here.

Eat, sleep, shit, shower, fight. That's all the thought your minds will allow anymore. Sitting, waiting for Vecna to strike again. It feels like it should've already happened by now, six months is an awfully long time to wait around when you plan to take over the world. And sometimes, a creeping, dreadful notion pops into your head to shake things up. You never verbalize it, and if the others think it too, they don't show it. You don't want it to be there, you always try to shove it away. But you can't help it, it just flashes inside your skull like a sickening neon sign. Did it already happen? Are we already dead? Is this what Hell is?

"What the hell? You can't do that!" Mike shouts, breaking the deafening silence. You look over to the kiddos, wondering what the dispute is about.

"What are you talking about, fartface?" Erica retorts, attempting to collect her $200.

"You rolled doubles THREE TIMES! That means you go to jail!" He spits back, snatching her thimble piece and moving it to the jail square.

"Nuh-uh! I don't know how your scrawny ass plays Monopoly, but that's not in the rules!" She puts it back in its original position, crossing her arms petulantly afterwards.

"Kids, please. Don't do this right now." Joyce says meekly, struggling to keep her eyelids from drooping.

"Well, then settle it! Do YOU or do you NOT go to jail after rolling doubles three times?" Mike demands, looking around at all your faces to weigh in.

"I dunno, man. I've never heard of that one." Steve chimes in with a sigh. He squints his eyes shut, taking a big swig of his coffee. You suspect he's been slipping some booze in there on occasion, though you don't blame him one bit.

"Oh, come on! Anybody else?" Mike doesn't let up, wanting to be right more than anything else.

"Look, kid. If you can't agree on a rule, then maybe you should just drop it. Same thing went for whether or not you can buy all the houses for one property at once, instead of one at a time to keep them even." Hopper speaks sternly, his gaze still stuck on the wilting world outside.

"That sounds fair to me!" Erica sneers, and Mike rolls his eyes.

"Whatever! Fuck this, I'm bored anyways." He flips the board over in a fit. The houses and money go flying through the air, clattering loudly to the floor. He stands up, storming off to the kitchen. Everyone exclaims in annoyance, but he just flips you all off.

"Nice." Murray says simply, finding this entire squabble to be a teensy bit entertaining. At least he's having fun, you suppose someone should be.

"Sorry, Erica." Will says, giving her an apologetic look. He's such a sweet kid, reminding you of your younger self. He helps Erica pick up the pieces that are scattered all over the room, while Eleven leaves to console Mike's temper.

"I'm gonna bring Dustin some dinner, maybe he'll talk to me today." You announce. A collective nod affirms your statement, and you go down the hall with your mug in hand. You see Mike leaning against the counter, Eleven's hand on his shoulder. "Hey, kiddos. Everything okay here?" Their eyes flick to you a moment, before proceeding to ignore your presence. "Okay, then." You breathe out, moving past them to dig around for some food for Dustin.

You prepare him a bologna and cheese sandwich, with some potato chips and an Orange Crush on the side. You climb the stairs quietly, not wanting to tick anyone off by being too loud. You reach Dustin's room, knocking on the door. "Just leave it outside." Dustin says weakly, his voice hoarse from sobbing nonstop.

"Dustin, it's me. Can I come in?" You ask, fully expecting him to say no. He's barely let anyone in during all this, closing himself off as a form of self-punishment. You hear no response, which draws out an aggravated sigh from your lips. You set the tray down, turning to leave.

"Okay." He says, immediately regretting it. He doesn't want a pep talk, or to be told Eddie's death wasn't his fault. He doesn't want to hear anything, he feels so guilty. Over these last few years, he's inadvertently led people to their deaths or put them in severe danger. He was the last person to see Will before he went missing. He endangered his friends by keeping Dart as a pet, roping Steve into the chaos of fighting the demodogs. With his stupid Cerebro, he led a band of kids into a secret Russian base. And finally, he got Eddie eaten up by fucking demobats. He swears he's cursed, dooming everyone he knows to pain and suffering.

You hurry into the room, setting the tray on the nightstand. He's laying on the bed, over the covers with his back to you. You sit on the edge, your weight making the bed squeak as it dips. "How are you doing, kiddo?" You ask dumbly, physically cringing at yourself for even bothering with it.

"Terrible, but so is everyone else, I'm sure." Dustin says, sounding utterly resigned.

"Well, you're not wrong. This isn't exactly spring break or anything." You try to lighten things up, but it's as if the air is being sucked out of the room.

He scoffs. "Ha, spring break. That's how this whole stupid mess started." God, you've never heard a child sound so bitter and jaded before. Dustin is usually the heart of the group, always there when you need him, eager to make you smile. But now, he's just as sardonic as the rest of you, even more so in fact.

"Dustin, I really think we've entertained you isolating yourself long enough. Can you please come downstairs? It's been months, and you barely say a word to anyone." You try to reason with him, but he quickly interjects.

"I don't exactly hear lively conversation going on down there, either. Everyone is just sitting and staring, right? Watching the clock tick the minutes away? Waiting for Vecna to come back and put us all out of our misery?" He shouts. He's so angry, you've never seen him like this.

"Look, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I know you've been having a hard time. But I think you're forgetting that I also lost someone, Dusty. I loved him too, more than you know." Tears prick your eyes, you picture Eddie in your mind. He's laughing, tackling you onto his bed as he peppers your face with kisses. You shake your head, pushing the memory out because it hurts too much. "But he's gone, there's nothing we can do about that." You sniffle, wiping the salty tracks running down your cheeks. "And everyone down there? They feel like they've lost you too. I'm not gonna force you outta here, I just figured I'd let you know we miss you." You wait for a response, but he gives no indication of truly listening to what you're saying. You sigh in defeat, standing up to leave. You open the door, and just as you're about to step into the hallway, you feel Dustin's arms wrap around your waist.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Dustin sobs, holding you tightly. You turn around to give him a proper hug, letting him cling to you.

"It's okay." You've missed hugs more than you realized, holding Dustin so tightly and not wanting to let go.

"I shouldn't have let him go back in there." He says, muffled against your chest.

"It's not on you, I shouldn't have let him do it. But he made that choice, Dustin. To buy us more time, because he loved us too." You stroke his hair, trying to calm him down.

"It's not fair." Dustin cries, shattering your heart into a million little pieces. He's right, it's not fair. Eddie was such a bright light in the world, never afraid to be himself. And now that he's been snuffed out, the entire universe can feel the loss.

"I know, Dusty." Is all you can think to say. The two of you stand like this for what seems like hours. Holding each other as you mourn Eddie for what you're guessing is the hundredth time. You'd hoped to be making progress in coping with Eddie's death by now. But seeing everyone's sullen faces, looking outside to witness the decay of reality, it only makes that wound split wide open again and again.

You still couldn't convince Dustin to come down and see everyone just yet. But he allowed you to keep him company for a few hours until you were fighting off a yawn. And he promised to try to join the others tomorrow, which you thought was fair enough. "Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you for hanging out with me. It's been really lonely up here." He gives you a weak smile, which you return in kind.

"Thank you for letting me in, kiddo. Get some rest, okay?" You reply, closing the door as you leave. It's your turn to have one of the bedrooms, and you're very thankful. Hopper snores so fucking loud, and Murray sleepwalks, which freaks you out. You don't make a stink about it, but it's nice to have a night of privacy every once in a while. Fourteen people in one house tends to get pretty crowded, even in one as big as this.

Eddie's POV

"Eddie....it's time to wake up." You hear a gravelly, booming voice calling your name. A distorted clock chimes, rattling your brain. "Come along, child. I've been waiting for you." The voice speaks again, and you realize it's inside your head. You open your eyes, only to find pure and utter darkness. You're laying on your back, arms over your chest like a corpse. You try to move, but you're surrounded by compacted earth. What the hell? Where am I? Where's Dustin, or Y/N? A flurry of thoughts dance around in your head, causing you to panic. "Eddie, the time has come for you to join me." The voice speaks once more, and it's here that the jumbled pieces click into place. You died, eaten alive by the demobats. You bled out in Y/N and Dustin's arms, sharing one last tearful goodbye. They must have buried you, and now you're hearing Vecna in your goddamn head. What the fuck?

You begin to claw at the thick dirt, feeling the soil shove its way under your fingernails. There has to be some mistake, you can't actually be dead, right? They wouldn't leave you here, would they? You pant and grunt while you dig upwards, blinking rapidly as the debris falls into your eyes. "Shit. Shit. Shit." You mutter to yourself, trying to fight against your claustrophobia. Your body has gone into overdrive, moving as fast as it can to break free from this prison. This seems to go on for hours, and your arms ache from the work. But you see it, a sliver of stormy sky above you. You keep going, eventually shoving a hand through to the surface. "Yes!" You shout, cheering for yourself in nervous relief.

You're about to worm the hole open so you can climb out of your shallow grave, when you feel a large, spindly hand yank your wrist. You scream, stomach flipping as this mysterious hand lifts you out of the dirt and into the air. The low light of the upside-down shocks your eyes, making you wince. But when you open them again, your face is centimeters away from who you can only guess is Vecna. "Eddie." He says, out loud this time. Another chime of the clock clangs in the air. Your feet dangle just above the ground as you look at him in horror. He's worse than you'd thought he'd be. Grey, fleshy, with tentacles moving about like living strands of hair. His nose is missing, and he looks kinda melted. He stares into your eyes, no clear expression on his face.

He sets you down, and you almost stumble to the ground while trying to gain your footing. "How long have I been here?" You're not sure he'll tell you, but you need answers. There's no way in hell that Y/N or the others would leave you like this.

"About six months, not that it matters." He replies, almost chuckling at the thought. Your eyes widen, six months. You take a moment to look yourself over, wondering how much you've decayed over all that time. And sure enough, you've gone full-on Romero. Your flesh is desiccated, barely hanging onto your bones, torn in multiple places from the bat bites. Your rings hang loosely on your fingers, the tips scraped off from digging your way to the surface. Your clothes are torn, covered in dirt and dried blood. They fit loosely on your rotting body. You feel your face as best you can, almost squishing your eyeballs in the process as they're like grapes gone bad in the refrigerator. You can feel your entire skull, and most of your hair has fallen off your head. If you had anything left in your shriveled stomach, it would surely come up your leathery throat and spew onto the ground below. You contemplate screaming again, but what would the point of that be? Nobody can hear you.

"Then how the fuck am I standing here?" You ask, in utter disbelief that this is happening. Maybe you'll wake up and this has all been a bad dream. Right?

"Well, I need you for a special mission, Eddie." He replies, grinning now. The image of it makes you feel ill, but he continues. "You see, I'm in the final phase of my plan. But I need you to go back to your world, and help me destroy your friends."

"There's no fucking way I'm doing that! I'd rather go back in the ground, thank you!" You shout, how dare he ask you to do such a thing. You refuse to hurt anyone, much less the people who tried to save you.

"Are you sure about that? After all, they left you behind." Vecna says, trying to draw you in. You shake your head, not allowing him to weasel his way into your mind.

"Well yeah, I got eaten by your stupid bats. What the hell were they supposed to do? They would've brought me back up there if they could." You retort, your joints creaking as you cross your arms.

"They could've at least tried to get you to a hospital. Or at least back up there for a proper burial. But no, they left you here to rot with me. The way I see it, they didn't care about you very much at all, Eddie." He moves closer, speaking in your ear. You want to punch him, his words do nothing but anger you. But who exactly is that anger really being directed at? Vecna, or yourself?

"That's not true. I have no reason to believe a damn thing you say. Y/N and Dustin cared about me more than anyone." You stick to your guns, showing him your iron will.

"Let me show you then. Show you just how much your friends care." He speaks mischievously, and you don't like it one bit. But you nod, wanting more than anything to see Y/N's face again. Maybe he'll be proven wrong, he'll know just how much the others miss you. With a wave of Vecna's hand, a billow of red smoke appears, forming an opening to view the right-side-up. "See for yourself, child." Vecna gestures for you to look closely, nudging you nearer to the window he's created. The clock thrums again, making you jump.

Inside, you see the group gathered in Steve's house. It must be Halloween, because everyone is wearing cobbled together costumes, pretending to trick-or-treat around the house. Everyone is smiling and laughing, making the best of their situation. "Okay, so? They've gotta be happy somehow, right? They've all been through so much, way before I got caught up in this." You look at him, unimpressed with his little show. Though, it does sting a bit to see Y/N and Dustin happy when you're not around anymore. But you can't expect them to mourn you forever. You tell yourself, and it's as true as it is painful.

"Just keep watching." Vecna insists, redirecting your attention to the scene he's displayed for you. The focus shifts to a D&D table, with Y/N at the head of it. Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Erica sit around your beautiful boyfriend. They're still dressed in costumes, and Y/N is leading a campaign.

You watch as they all play the game, noticing the campaign is based on something, or someone, in particular. "Your backs are against the wall, Vecna and his bats surround you in his lair. He speaks to you in a booming voice." Y/N weaves the tale for the players, his expression lighting up while he leads them along. "He says, 'You can either fight and die as a group, effectively leading to the destruction of your world. Or....you can sacrifice your friend, Eddie the Banished, to save yourselves.' What do you choose, dear players?" Y/N's expression is odd, nothing you've ever seen before. Like a vulgar glee. This can't be right. There's no way he would make a fucking campaign about you, let alone suggest the others sacrifice you like that. This is sick, Vecna is just trying to manipulate you.

"No! They wouldn't do this! You're trying to scare me, but it's not gonna work!" You scream at him, but it doesn't disguise the tremble in your voice.

"I can only show you what is, Eddie. This window is incapable of deception. It's your world up there, not mine. What you see is the truth. I suggest you keep looking." Vecna says, almost like a warning. But you doubt he can do anything worse than what you've already been through. You sigh, continuing to do as he asks. You still don't quite believe him, mostly.

"I say we fight!" Dustin suggests, which makes you smile. You look at Vecna again, as if to say 'told you so'. But his face stays the same.

"Are you serious? There's no way we can beat Vecna. And Eddie's not even a playing character. We can let him go, easy." Lucas interjects, eager to survive. Your heart sinks, or at least you think it does. You figure it's only fair for the players to weigh their options, you've had them do so on many occasions. But the fact that it's you they're considering letting go, it definitely hurts.

"I second that. Eddie doesn't matter to the game whatsoever." Mike says, and it feels like you've been slapped in the face. Even if it's just an NPC based on you, they don't need to be so harsh. You wonder why Y/N would even consider putting you in the game, just to make the others debate on whether or not to fucking kill you. You thought he had a bit more respect for you, and your relationship. The others come to an agreement, voting to let Vecna take you in exchange for saving their own hides.

"What the fuck is going on?" You feel like you've gone insane, your heart would be pounding right now if it could still beat. You turn away from the images being shown to you, unable to accept this as the truth. But Vecna insists, the window only tells you what reality is.

"I tried to warn you. You must not matter much if you're just cannon-fodder for their silly little games. But I'm afraid that's not the end of it." That stupid fucking voice continues speaking, poisoning your mind with anger and doubt. You groan in annoyance, facing this disgusting play once more.

You see Y/N again, but he's alone with Steve. You're guessing it's his bedroom or something, they're sitting on a bed side by side. Steve's hand is on Y/N's thigh, and it makes you seethe with jealousy. What is Harrington doing, touching your boyfriend? "I'm sorry about Eddie, Y/N." Steve says, but Y/N doesn't seem all that broken up about it. He's staring at Steve's lips, the way he used to stare at your lips.

"No, no. This cannot be happening." You say through gritted teeth, hopelessly watching as Y/N leans a little closer to tuck some loose hair out of Steve's face.

"We weren't that serious. I've always thought you were much cuter than Eddie anyway. I only settled because I figured I never had a chance with you." Y/N replies lustfully, and a lump forms in the back of your throat.

"Well, you do now that he's gone." Steve says, bringing his own face closer to your love's. "Can I kiss you now?" He asks, grinning slyly while looking in Y/N's eyes.

"Do your worst, Harrington." Y/N chuckles, pressing his mouth on Steve's. You gasp in shock, wishing your eyes are deceiving you. That was your line. Steve and Y/N start to make out heavily, their hands tangling in each other's hair. Their lips smack together loudly, and they moan against one another. You feel sick, sicker than you ever thought possible. You fall to the ground, wishing you had tears to cry. You sob dryly, shaking your head as you hold it in your withered hands.

"No, no, no. Y/N, how could you do this to me." You speak pitifully to yourself. You try to slap yourself awake. But the sting of your boney hand on your boney face is nothing compared to having your heart stomped on like this. You proceed to rock back and forth in the dirt, overwhelmed by everything Vecna has shown you. "This can't be real. Y/N loved me. He loved me. And I loved him. This isn't happening. I'll wake up and this will all have been a bad dream. Fuck this, it's bullshit. It's not fucking real! It's not real! IT'S NOT REAL!" You yell, and the clock chimes that fourth and final time.

"I truly am sorry, Eddie. But now, you have no reason to resist. I can restore you, make you strong. All I ask is that you go up there and eliminate Y/N and the others. I've allowed them to get in the way for too long." Vecna says, lifting you up into the air like you saw him do to Chrissy on that fateful night.

"It's not real. It's not real." Is all you can say, repeating it like a mantra. You just wanna wake up, be warm and safe in Y/N's arms again. You wanna be with the Hellfire Club, playing with Dustin and the others. You wanna be back in your trailer, having dinner with Wayne before he leaves for work. Hell, you'd take being in the middle of final exams over this. Your arms spread outwards against your will, and your toes point down at the earth.

"I'll make you all better, Eddie. And then you can exact your revenge." Vecna says, and you feel a shooting pain coursing through you. Your muscles and organs regenerate, filling your rapidly healing flesh. You gasp in air as your lungs inflate, and your heart begins to beat once more.

"No! Don't do this! It's not real! Fuck!" You scream, begging for him to just let you rest. It feels like you're being torn apart, while it's quite the opposite. Scar tissue creeps over your wounds, branding you as the rips in your body close up. Your face and gums plump back up to their original form, and brand new hair sprouts from your scalp, thick and curly as always. You look over yourself, seeing you're practically back to normal. You figure this would be the end of it, but it doesn't stop here.

"I think I'll make some improvements, hopefully they'll suit you well." Vecna says, and you wonder what the fuck that means. You're just about to ask, when your hands start to cramp. You glance over at one, watching in terror as your fingers begin to extend, with long, sharp nails pushing their way through the tips painfully.

"What the fuck!?" You scream as they fully form. You wiggle the digits, noticing the knotted knuckles and how the claws shine in the light. Before you can fully absorb what's happened to your hands, the unbearable sensation migrates to your mouth. Your canines are being forced from their places in your gums, sharp fangs shooting out like daggers to replace them. "Fuck! What the hell are you doing to me? You crazy motherfucker!" You speak with a slight lisp, the fangs getting in the way of your tongue. You scream in agony as your eyeballs pull themselves out of your head, plopping onto the ground. You can't see a damn thing, until some new ones sprout from your skull. Everything is tinted in a bloody hue now. Great, red irises. Real original, Vecna. And finally, two large wings spring violently from your back. They're obscenely large, dark red with black joints. There's holes and tears in them, as if you've already worn them out. "FUCK!" You scream, louder than all the other times. It hurts so fucking bad, you just want to be dead again. It would be so much better than this. Mutated into this monster, about to be enslaved into servitude for Vecna. A single, bloody tear rolls down your cheek as he lowers you back to the ground.

"You're mine now, you will heed my every command." Vecna makes another wave of his hand, and you feel yourself changing again. But this time it's inside your head. Those awful images spin around like a carousel, the costumes, the kiddos sacrificing you, Steve and Y/N kissing. You're no longer in control. It's like you're being tucked away, forced to bear witness as a new entity takes up residence in your mind. Anger, jealousy, and hatred fill you up, pushing out any love, or happiness you once had. You gaze at your new master with a sinister grin.

"Hail. Lord. Vecna." You say, almost mockingly as you call back to the campaign you played before your life as you knew it ended. The power coursing through you is intoxicating, no drug you've ever had even compares. And it's miles above any kiss or touch or fuck Y/N ever gave you. This feels so fucking good. You kneel before Vecna, bowing your head in obedience.

"You'll be the perfect soldier, Eddie. Now go, kill the ones who have betrayed you." He commands, and you nod as you stand again. You turn, giving one last glance at your grave. You notice Dustin and Y/N stuck your guitar into the ground in place of a headstone. How sweet, now I can use it to bash their sorry little heads in. You walk over, yanking the instrument out of the soil with ease. You sling it over your back, taking a running start. You spread your wings, jumping into the air. The wind catches, and you begin your flight to the right-side-up.

You snatch a demobat out of the sky as you ascend, suddenly quite ravenous for some food. It squeals and squirms, gnashing its teeth at you defensively. You just chuckle, watching it struggle to break from your iron grasp. "Payback's a bitch, little guy." You viciously sink your fangs into it, draining its bitter blood. The warm fluid drips down your chin, and you moan pleasurably as it flows into your belly. Once the bat is empty, you let it fall lazily from your palm. You lick your lips, groaning again as this little snack fuels you further. "You're next, Y/N." You say aloud, flapping your wings harder as you laugh menacingly.

Y/N's POV

"Eddie, what are you doing?!" You shout at him as he stands above you through the gate in his trailer. You and Dustin had just assisted him in distracting the demobats, who are currently eating their way through Eddie's bedroom door to get to you. Both you and Dustin have climbed up the knotted sheets to get to the right-side-up, while Eddie glances at the deteriorating door.

He looks up at you, fear and worry in his eyes. Those bats will just come right through and attack you, unless he stalls them. He lets go of the sheet, picking up his spear to cut the end off. The pale fabric falls to the ground, leaving him no path to escape. "Eddie! What the hell are you doing?" Dustin shouts, begging with him to stop messing around. Eddie pushes the mattress out of the way, so you can't follow him. You and Dustin scream helplessly, knowing exactly what he's up to.

"I'm buying more time." He says, flashing you a small heroic smile before dashing for the front door.

"Eddie, no! Please don't do this!" You scream, and Dustin starts sobbing as he yells right along with you. You look at the kid, sharing a tearful glance. "There's no fucking way I'm letting him go." You say, almost angry that Eddie would attempt something so stupid.

The door opens and shuts. And you hear Eddie shout to taunt the bats as he drives them away from the trailer. "Come and get me you sons of bitches!" You gotta move, and fast. You and Dustin move the mattress from your side away, putting one of the kitchen chairs underneath the gate. You step onto it, taking a leap to grab onto the gaping hole above you. It's slick in your hands, but you keep going. You fall through the hole, aiming so you land on your back.

"Fuck!" You shout as the carpet knocks the wind out of you. You lay here for a moment, surging pain running up and down your back.

"Y/N, come on! We gotta stop him!" Dustin cries in desperation. You nod, rolling yourself over with a wince. You make it to your knees, breathing heavily as you push past the pain. You finally stand, putting the mattress back in place so Dustin can get a soft landing.

"C'mon, kiddo. We have to save the jackass." You bark, and he follows your actions precisely, falling gently onto the mattress. You grab his arm, yanking him to stand so the two of you can go to Eddie. You sprint through the door, almost falling down the stairs before your feet touch the vine-tangled ground. You see Eddie riding one of the bicycles, drawing the bats away from you. "Eddie!" You shout, and he glances back at you in surprise. His eyes are wide, he didn't want you back in here.

Eddie hits a vine with his front tire, rolling onto the ground. He grunts roughly, getting back up to keep running. He can't let you or Dustin get hurt. He won't let anyone else end up dead because of him. He continues to let the bats chase him, before he stops in his tracks. He's tired of running, he doesn't want to be a coward anymore. He holds up his shield and spear, yelling as he lets the bats charge him. They swarm around him, there's hundreds flapping viciously about. They blow past in a wave at first, before circling like a screeching tornado. You watch helplessly, there's not a thing you can do to assist him without getting Dustin hurt. "Eddie!" Dustin shouts, wanting him to come back to the both of you.

One by one, bats dive and swipe at Eddie. He's able to dodge them or strike them down pretty easily so far, you think that maybe he'll be alright. But there's too many, you wish there was something you could do. Your mind races, trying to come up with anything to help him. Eddie whacks another bat, adrenaline pumping through his veins. There's so many of them, but he can't give up now. Not while you're watching, not while you're still in danger. "COME ON!" He taunts the creatures, feeling like a badass for fending off multiple bats already. He hopes this energy rushing inside him will keep him safe.

"Eddie, look out!" You cry, as another bat comes up behind him. It wraps its tail around his neck, strangling him to his knees. "No!" You try to run to him, but Dustin holds you back. "Let me go, I have to help him! Let me go!" You scream, tears streaming down your face as you watch your boyfriend get taken down. Four more bats whip their tails around Eddie's arms and legs, holding him down on the ground.

And here is where you reach the point of no return. The other bats descend onto Eddie's body, sinking their sharp teeth into his torso, his face, his limbs. Eddie screams, and it's the worst thing you've ever heard. Blood-curdling, earth-shattering agony. "Eddie!" Dustin yells, wishing he could save him. But you're vastly outnumbered, and the spears and shields aren't nearly enough to take them out. It seems to go on for hours, witnessing the most awful thing you've ever seen. Your love is dying before your eyes, and there's nothing you can do. You've never felt so helpless before.

But the other upside-down team must have finally given it to Vecna real good, because suddenly the bats squeal and fall lifelessly to the ground. You immediately run to Eddie, hoping there's a chance you can get him to a hospital. You kneel at his side, assessing the damage. "I'm here, Eds." You say softly, glancing over his body as he trembles on the ground. What you see tells you it's too late. His body is covered in bites, bleeding too much and too fast. He chokes as he tries to speak, he's bleeding internally too.

"We gotta move him, Y/N. He's in real bad shape." Dustin insists. But you wordlessly shake your head at him. His expression falls, but he doesn't want to make Eddie panic.

"That bad, huh?" Eddie manages to say, thick, liquidy noises mixed in with his voice. You lift his torso into your lap slightly, which makes him groan through gritted teeth.

"No, baby. It's okay. Just let me hold you." You coo at him, controlling your sobs. He's not gonna make it, and he can read it all over your face.

"I didn't run away this time, right?" He asks you, wanting to know if he did good for you and the others. To know he's not a coward.

"No, you didn't. You're so brave, love." You reply, stroking his thick locks as your tears fall. Your breath hitches as you talk to him, this is all too much. You haven't had enough time with him, it's not fair.

"You two are gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?" He says, and those words break your heart more than you could have imagined. You don't want to accept that he's leaving you any moment now, shaking your head in denial. But he repeats himself. "Please, say you'll look after them? For me?" He begs, looking deep into your eyes.

"Okay, we will. I promise." You say, your shoulders shuddering as you cry a little harder.

"Baby, don't be sad. I'll always be with you, okay? You've made this past year MY year. I love you so much." He moves his hand to hold yours, interlocking your fingers together.

"I love you too, Eddie." You reply with a trembling lip. Eddie looks to Dustin for a moment, giving him a large smile.

"And I love you, kid. You're gonna be a kickass dungeon master for me, right?"

"I'll try my best. Nobody can compare to you though, Eddie." Dustin sniffles, wiping his eyes to keep it together.

"Oh, I dunno about that." Eddie laughs, which makes him cough up more blood. "Fuck, that hurts." You frantically wipe it away, though you realize while you're doing it that it makes little difference. He swallows as best he can, cringing at the metallic taste. This is the end of the line, time is almost up. He can feel it, as his blood flows onto you while you hold him. His head feels light, and his body is so weak. He reaches his free hand up to his head, clumsily pulling his bandana off and handing it to you. "I want you to have this, to remember me always." The words are harder to get out now, he can't stop choking and coughing with every movement.

You nod, trying so hard to keep your intense sobs back. You don't want him to see you lose control, but there's a painful lump forming at the back of your throat as you contain your cries. You take hold of the cloth, but his fingers can barely flex enough to let it go. "Can I give you a kiss goodbye at least?" You ask, not caring about the smears of crimson all over his mouth.

"Of course. Do your worst, Y/N." He smirks, flashing his red-tinged teeth at you. Even on death's door, he's still the lovable smartass you fell for. You lean down as carefully as you can, pressing your lips to his. He breathes heavily through his nose, and you feel a tear of his own warm your cheek. Eddie returns the kiss as best he can, using his last bit of strength to express just how much he loves you. After a moment, you feel his body go still beneath you. A thick sigh leaves his lungs, and his mouth stops moving with yours. His hands go limp, letting yours and the bandana fall from his grip.

You bring yourself upright again, looking at Eddie's face. His eyes are closed, and his mouth is slightly agape. He looks so peaceful, except for all the blood. You can't hold back anymore. A loud sob rips itself from your throat, stabbing the still air with its high pitch. You pull his body up to hold him against you. "It's not fair!" You cry, rocking back and forth as his blood soaks through your clothes. "It's not fair!"

Dustin puts a hand on your shoulder, attempting to comfort you through his own tears. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so, so sorry."

"I just want him back! He's supposed to be with me forever, and we’re gonna grow old together. It's not fucking fair!" You scream, so angry and devastated.

"Y/N?" You're being shaken awake, gasping as you open your eyes to see Dustin standing over you. The lights are off, but you can make out his face in the moonlight shining through the window. "You were having a nightmare about Eddie again." He speaks calmly, but his expression shows deep sorrow and concern.

Your heart is pounding, and you're drenched in a cold sweat. You try to steady your breathing, noticing the trail of tears that fell from your eyes as you slept. You dream about Eddie's death almost every night, plagued with each vivid detail. You sigh, semi-relieved that you're not actually back in that awful memory. "Sorry, Dustin. I didn't mean to wake you." You give him a weak smile, carding your hands through your dampened hair.

"It's okay, I just wanted to make sure you were alright." You sit up, letting him pull you in for a hug. "Do you want me to stay with you?" He asks, not sure if you want to be alone anymore after your dream.

"Thanks, buddy. But I'll be okay, I promise." You leave his embrace, meeting his gaze again. He nods in confirmation, before heading to the door. "Goodnight, Dustin." You say simply.

"Goodnight, Y/N." He replies, before closing the door. You let out a deep sigh, rubbing your moist eyes to collect yourself. While your face is covered, you hear the shuffling of feet inside the room. "Do you need something, Dustin?" You ask, thinking maybe he came back in. You put your arms in your lap, blinking to look across the room. But you don't see Dustin, instead you see a sight that has to be a hallucination. You gasp, knowing a scream will just wake everybody up.

Crouching at the foot of your bed, there's a dark figure with glowing, red eyes. Its spindly hands rest at the edge of the mattress, with long, knotted fingers and sharp claws. You can't fully make out the look of it, but it's got long, curly brown hair. Just like Eddie's. But there's no way whatever the fuck this thing is can be Eddie. Right? It doesn't speak at first, just stares at you clutching the covers in your fearful fists. You can't move, or speak, all you can do is hold its intense gaze. After what seems like an eternity, it stands up on two legs to reveal itself. "Did ya miss me?" It says, exactly in Eddie's voice.

"E-eddie?" You ask dumbly, reaching over to turn on the bedside lamp. The light clicks on, and the creature before you shields its eyes while hissing. "Is it really you?" You ask, though the thing standing across from you looks like something out of a horror movie.

It lowers its hand, fully revealing its face to you. "The one and only, baby." You gasp again, it really is him. But not like you once knew him, he's changed. He's got those long fingers, and the blood-red eyes. Inside his mouth are sharp fangs like a vampire, they glint in the light as he smiles at you. You also notice he has huge red wings, tattered and torn like his clothes. "You like my new look, Y/N?" He asks, a strange hint of mischief in his tone. You're overjoyed to see him, regardless of how much he looks like a monster. You've missed him so much, you just wanna kiss his beautiful face. But there's something in the back of your head, telling you -no, warning you- to not get close to him.

"I'm happy to see you, Eds. We've all missed you so much." You can't help the uneasiness in your voice, and your fear only makes Eddie's smile grow wider. He's enjoying your terror, something is definitely wrong here.

"Oh, really? It seemed like you all were getting along just fine without me." He retorts, words dipped in a wash of anger. Your brows furrow, not sure what he's referring to.

"What are you talking about?" You ask, genuinely curious. Has he been like this for a while? Was he watching you? And if so, what did he see that indicated anything other than sheer misery?

His eyes flare with fury, and he raises his voice just a little. "Don't act like you don't know. I saw you. Laughing and playing D&D with the kids. You put me in the campaign, Y/N. And you all voted to sacrifice me to save yourselves." Your eyes widen. What the fuck is he talking about?

"Eddie, we haven't played D&D for months. Did you take a look outside? We've just been watching the world fall apart, waiting for Vecna to come back. That's all, it's been absolutely miserable!" You have no idea where he's gotten his information, but his facts are wrong.

"Don't bullshit me, man! Vecna showed me everything!" Eddie shouts, and you're worried he's going to wake somebody up. He walks around the side of the bed, standing as close to you as he can. He bends over, bringing his face right in front of yours. "He also showed me what you've been getting up to with Steve."

"Steve? What?!" You exclaim, you've never even looked at Steve in that way. He's not making sense, Vecna must be manipulating him.

"You were kissing him, Y/N. You told him you only settled for me, but you wanted him the whole time! Don't try to lie, I saw it all. You and everyone else don't give a fuck about me." He speaks bitterly, almost spitting his words at you. You wish there was a way to convince him, but you doubt you have the capacity to break the curse Vecna's got him under.

"Eddie, I swear. Nothing Vecna showed you is true. He's done this to you, made you a monster. And he's filled your head with lies." You feel tears beginning to sting your eyes, unable to believe this is really happening. You wished every day and night for Eddie to come back to you. But not like this, never like this. "I love you, Eddie. I always will." You say, looking deep into those scarlet eyes of his. You show him the bandana you have tied around your bicep, trying to make him see that you've never forgotten your feelings for him. "Look! I've kept it all this time, to remember you always." His expression doesn't change, but he shakes his head like your words have penetrated the walls a little.

"Y/N, I've been sent here to kill you. All of you. There's nothing you can say to change that. Vecna needs you out of the way." Eddie's tone is different, like it pains him to say these things. There's no more sick glee like before, you must be getting through to him. At least a little bit. You rack your brain, maybe there isn't anything more you can say. But perhaps there’s something you can do.

"Maybe you're right. There's nothing I can say, at least not with words." You act quickly to catch him off guard, afraid of what might happen if you fail. You grab the back of his head with your hands, bringing his face closer. You lean forward, kissing him in a desperate attempt to break this awful spell. He'll see that you've never stopped loving him. You just have to prove it.

"Mmm!" He grunts, attempting to push you away. You're tricking him, and he can't have that. But you won't let go, lacing your fingers behind his skull to keep him in place. Your mouth moves against his, waiting for him to return the kiss. It takes a moment, but you can feel the switch flip once you've been on him long enough. The evil thing Vecna planted inside him is thrown from the driver's seat, allowing his true self to take control once more. He stops struggling, softening at your touch. Eddie's hands grip your face, and he finally moves his lips against yours just like he used to. He even bites your lip, making you gasp. He slips his tongue into your mouth, tangling with yours in a fight for dominance. Tears run down your cheeks, and you can feel some of his own mixing in as you continue to kiss.

You break apart, looking at his saddened face. He sniffles, the corners of his mouth upturning in a friendly smile. "Is it really you, baby?" You ask, still unsure if your little plan has worked. He nods frantically, slinging his guitar off his back and climbing onto the bed to straddle you. His lip is trembling, he's so happy to be free from that mental prison. His wings retract into his back, which gives Eddie a pained look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I wasn't in control. Vecna showed me all those awful things. I didn't wanna believe him, the things he showed me were so awful. I knew it wasn't real, it couldn't be. But he made me into this, and he said I have to kill you. But I don't wanna do that. I don't. I don't. I don't." He speaks too fast for his newly-fanged mouth to keep up. He's shaking, and crying bloody tears. You've never seen him so distraught.

"I know, baby. It's okay, it's okay. I'm right here, and I'm never gonna leave you again." You bring his face to yours again, tenderly peppering him with little butterfly kisses. Your forehead rests against his, the two of you let out shuddering breaths as you try to calm down. "Just breathe, Eds. You'll be alright. I'm just so happy you're back here with me." You wrap your arms around him, and he does the same. Your heads lay on each other's shoulders, exchanging your warmth in comfort. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you. I dream about losing you every single night." You say, hiccuping through your words. You've been absolutely wracked with guilt since that tragic night. You cried harder than you ever had before when you buried him in the upside-down.

"It's not your fault, Y/N. I gave myself to save you, those fuckin' bats would've come through the gate if I didn't stop them. I couldn't let anything happen to you." Your grip on him tightens, letting your flexing muscles release all the pent up pain and anguish you've been holding onto these last few months.

"And you're so brave for doing that. Completely stupid, but brave." You can't help letting out a weak laugh at that, and he gladly joins you in it. You've been riding a temperamental wave of sadness and anger the whole time he's been gone. It feels so good to laugh again, even just for a moment. You pull apart to look Eddie over again, taking a real chance to absorb his image. You're afraid he'll evaporate like a mirage at any second, or that the monster will regain control. But all you find is your handsome boyfriend, with a couple new features. You'd be lying if you weren't attracted to them though, those red eyes pierce directly into your soul. "To answer your question before, I do like the new look. It's very...metal." You give him a sly smile, and he picks up on what you mean immediately.

"Is that so? Been missing me in an extra special way, have you?" He asks, his tongue playing seductively at the corner of his mouth. You can't believe you're actually thinking about sex right now, but you find vampires to be really hot. Eddie attempted to dress as one once to impress you, but you almost choked to death when one of his fake fangs came loose.

"Is that crazy?" You ask, blushing like mad. You don't know if he can sleep with you right now, or if certain parts are even still working.

"Not at all, sweetheart. I understand. And I'd be lying if I said I'm not dying to get reacquainted with you." He says, chuckling at his own bad joke.

"Are you able to-..." You start awkwardly, unsure how to phrase your question properly. "Is your-..." You sigh, covering your face with your hands as you laugh. You feel so silly, trying to figure out if his dick is functional or not. He moves your hands with his, taking hold of one to lead it between his legs. His eyes bore into yours, a gentle smile on his lips. Eddie holds your hand to his crotch, and you can already feel how hard he is for you.

"I assure you, my cock works just fine." You squeeze him gently, making him groan. "Fuck, Y/N." His body shudders at the contact, it's been so long since he's felt your touch.

Your own erection begins to grow beneath him, and the room has set itself on fire. You want him so badly, you've wanted just one more night with him more than anything. It seems selfish, but it's not just about the fucking. It's about the love intertwined within it. This man means the absolute world to you, and being with him intimately is the most potent expression of that fact. "I need you, Eddie." You tilt your head to kiss him, and he follows your lead. Your lips meet, and Eddie grips the sides of your face with his large hands. You moan against him, opening your mouth to let his tongue inside like before. He's such a great kisser, it's unreal.

Eddie's shuffles to pull the covers off of you, and you lay back down against the pillow. He puts his knees on either side of you, bringing his lips to your neck. He easily finds your sweet spot, making you moan. "I've missed you so much, baby." He says breathily, dragging his tongue along your throat. He can feel your heartbeat, sense the blood pumping away in your veins. He's suddenly feeling very hungry again, but he doesn't wanna hurt you. You notice an odd look in his eye as he pulls away from your neck.

"What is it, love?" You ask, his pupils are dilated, and he's breathing heavily. He looks at you, licking his lips. It doesn't take a genius to understand what's going on here. "Are you hungry, Eddie?" You say while gazing at him lustfully. He just nods, ashamed that he wants to taste you like that. He mentally curses Vecna for making him into a bloodthirsty monster. You take his hand, trying to reassure him that it's okay. "You don't have to feel bad, love. It's not your fault." He softens a little, his shoulders relaxing. "I can give you what you need, baby. I trust you." He stiffens again, shaking his head.

"Y/N, no. I'm not gonna do that, not to you." He insists, but you want to help him in any way you can.

"Eddie, I want to make you happy. It's just a little taste. It won't kill me." You speak carefully, not wanting to ruin the mood. Eddie sighs. You're so goddamn sweet on him, he has no idea how he got so lucky.

"Are you sure? I'm worried I won't be able to control myself." You hadn't considered that, he is new to this whole thing. How does he know when to stop? Or would he even want to stop? But you figure it's better to give him express permission now, let him get what he needs. As opposed to him getting caught up in the moment and doing it unexpectedly, he might actually hurt you if that happens.

"We'll be careful, okay? Just take it slow, and stop when you have just enough to not be so unbearably hungry anymore." You can't believe you're actually about to let your boyfriend drink your blood, but you hate to see him so miserable.

"Okay, okay. Just please don't let me kill you." He grumbles, frustrated as he battles with his heart and his stomach. You take hold of his hands, stroking them lovingly. He meets your eyes, finding nothing but trust and admiration within them.

"I know you won't kill me, baby. We love each other, and love has far more power than anything Vecna can do." You pull him by his tattered shirt, kissing him roughly to get the point across. You let him go, allowing him to slowly move to your neck. He licks and sucks your flesh, warming you up again. His hand drags down your front, ghosting over your jeans. "Eddie." You sigh, savoring every tantalizing touch he gives you. You lay your arms at your sides, trying to lie still for him.

"Are you ready, love?" Eddie speaks in your ear, sending a chill up your spine. You can hear the pure hunger in his voice, and it only turns you on even more. You want him to taste you, take you any way he desires.

"Yes. Take what you need, sweetheart." You're panting now, anxiously waiting for his sharp fangs to penetrate your skin. You close your eyes, biting your lip to conceal any noises of pain or pleasure you'll let out. Eddie positions his lips in a spot to avoid major arteries, using his newly gifted senses to find the perfect place to drink from you without causing injury. He holds the other side of your throat gently in his hand, keeping you in place in case you try to squirm.

His fangs begin to cut into you, slowly piercing the flesh with a slight burning sensation. You groan, clenching your eyes shut. It feels so good, in a really odd way. Your blood begins to flow, slowly coating Eddie's teeth. He starts to drink, sucking the essence of life from you. He tries to not make overly squelchy noises as he swallows, they don't sound very pleasant. "Mmm." He moans, tasting how perfect you are. Your blood is metallic, but also a little bit sweet. He's never had anything like it, it's absolutely mind-blowing. Your head lightens a little through the sting, which slowly morphs into ecstasy.

"Fuck, Eddie." You whimper, and the sound makes his cock twitch. You didn't expect this experience to arouse you so much. You swear you could cum from this feeling alone, and you almost wanna let him suck you dry. He continues to drain you, carefully keeping track of how much more he needs until he's sated. It's so very tempting to take every last drop of you until there's nothing left. But he won't, he can't do that to you. Just a little more, and he'll be alright again.

A few moments later, Eddie gingerly removes his teeth from your neck. He sits back on his knees, groaning in satisfaction while licking his lips to get every last drop. You see a drip of blood running down his chin, reaching up to wipe it away. He suddenly grabs your wrist, making you gasp in surprise. He stares at the crimson fluid gathered on your thumb, growling lowly at you for 'stealing' his food. He hungrily shoves the thumb into his mouth, rolling his tongue over while making the most inhuman noises. You just watch him breathlessly, seeing him act like a feral animal is definitely doing something for you. Eddie freezes, realizing what he's doing. He lets your hand free, blushing at his behavior. "Sorry." He rubs his neck awkwardly, averting his gaze.

"It's okay, Eds. It's kinda hot, actually." You reply sheepishly, your own cheeks turning red. His eyes flick to yours, a smirk forming on his lips.

"That's right, I forgot about your little vampire fetish." He chuckles, retracing the memory of him dressed up for you in his trailer that one night. What a disaster, he almost killed you when his fang got caught in your windpipe. "Looks like we get a do-over, huh?" Eddie says, finding the choice of 'modifications' Vecna gave him to be an odd coincidence.

"Yeah, and I'm so fuckin' glad we do." You pull him back down, kissing him like your life depends on it. He grunts at the sudden movement, before melting back into you. His hands play with the hem of your t-shirt, wanting to lift it over your head. You sit up against the headboard, letting him remove the clothing. His lips attack your toned chest, nipping your pectorals sensually. "Eddie." You moan, sliding his jackets off his shoulders. He discards them to the floor, removing what's left of his own shirt. You take a moment to look him over, most of his tattoos are gone, having been eaten away and replaced with thick scars.

"They're real ugly, aren't they?" Eddie asks, his tone falling into sadness. You just shake your head, pulling him closer to you so you can kiss every last inch of his pale skin. He groans at your gentle touch, a couple tears rolling down his cheeks. He's so happy you still love every part of him, even if he finds himself a bit horrific.

"You're gorgeous as always, Eddie. My beautiful man." You confess to him, hoping your words ring true in his ears. He grinds his hips against you, unable to help himself. You grope him through his jeans, drawing more hushed noises from his lips.

"Y/N, I need you. Now." He fiddles with your jeans, clumsily unbuttoning them so he can shove his hand inside. You feel his spindly fingers wrap around your dick, making your breath catch in your throat. You gaze into his ruby red eyes, watching him as he strokes your length in his hand. You reach for his belt, undoing it with ease to reciprocate his touch. "Shit." He says through gritted teeth. You both pump each other in your pants, riling yourselves up. This teasing is rapidly becoming unbearable, you don't wanna wait anymore. Eddie shares that sentiment, standing up off the bed to kick off his shoes and shed his pants and boxers. His dick springs up, slapping his stomach.

"Fuck, Eds." You groan, blown away by his perfect body. You put in the effort to take him in, committing every detail to memory. You look him up and down, letting your eyes settle on his aching length. You swear he's grown a couple inches, but maybe you're imagining things.

"See something you like?" He asks, posing intentionally with a hand on his hip to drive you wild.

"I see lots of things I like. Although, one in particular has caught my interest." You can't help biting your lip, watching him undress has distracted you from removing your own clothes. He gestures at you to take off your pants, eagerly scanning over your lower half as you do away with them.

"You're as handsome as I remember, baby. Even more so, in fact." He moves closer, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand. You dangle your legs off the bed, pulling him by the waist to position him a few inches from the bed. You carefully get down on your knees, taking Eddie's dick in your grasp. You look up at him for permission, and he happily gives it to you. "Go ahead, sweetheart." And with that, you sink your mouth down onto him in one smooth motion. He moans, trying to stay quiet. You're so hot and wet around him, his hand instinctively goes to the back of your head to hold you in place. "You feel so good, baby." He praises, making precum drip from you and onto the floor. You gag yourself on him, expertly swirling your tongue just the way he likes. His long nails scratch your scalp, making you moan on him. The vibrations send a chill up his spine, and he can't stop making the sexiest little noises.

You're tempted to jerk yourself off while you blow him, but you force yourself to wait your turn. He'll give you what you want soon enough. "Mmm." You moan against him again, loving every sound he makes in reaction to your touch. You want to make him lose control, he's so fucking pretty when he cums.

He's nearing the end, clutching your head like his life depends on it. "Keep going, love. You're gonna make me cum." Eddie's hips buck forwards into you, choking you with his cock. You let him fuck your face, patiently waiting to taste his load shooting down your throat. You massage his balls in your palm, giving him that extra little bit of stimulation to send him crashing over the edge. "Oh, fuck." Eddie's eyes screw shut, his words coming out strangled as he spills into your mouth. You swallow every last drop, remembering just how good he tastes. You let him ride out his orgasm, and he slips out of your mouth once he calms down. He's panting, slightly sheened in sweat.

"I've missed that so much, you have no idea." You say as you catch your own breath. The acrid air outside hasn't been kind to your lungs when you've ventured out for supplies. You stand up, and Eddie immediately pushes you onto the bed.

"Lay down for me, sweetheart." You do as he asks, but he remains standing. "I just thought of this, like an idiot." He chuckles, before continuing. "You wouldn't happen to have any lube on you, would ya?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"Nope. Although, this is Steve's parents' room. They might have something in the drawers." You proceed to help him dig around in all the drawers, locating a small bottle of exactly what you're looking for. It's half-gone, but it'll do. "Got it!" You show him your prize, and he grins while taking it from you.

"It's our lucky day, love." You get back in position, flat on your back. You spread your legs, propping up your knees. Eddie climbs onto the bed, clicking open the little bottle. "Hold out two fingers." He instructs, and you listen without question. He squirts some of the lube onto them, the cool liquid chilling your skin. "You'll have to loosen yourself up, I'd hate to cut you with my claws." He clicks his fingers together to emphasize his point.

"I appreciate it, Eds." You laugh lightly, letting him watch you lower your fingers. The lube meeting your asshole makes you yelp quietly in shock. It's so fuckin' cold. You carry on, slowly pushing one digit inside yourself. You whimper at the stretch, it's been so long since you've done this. You weren't sure you'd ever do this again, you don't want anyone other than Eddie. "Jesus christ." You meet his gaze, and he's observing you hungrily. He wants to be inside you so badly, you're such a perfect fit around him. You slip in the second finger, groaning again. You slide them together in and out of yourself carefully. You feel your body relaxing, settling back into the groove you used to share with the man crouching above you. "I think I'm ready for you now, love."

He nods, squeezing the bottle into his palm, before stroking it thickly over his dick. "Fuck, that's cold." He says, making you both laugh. You remove your fingers, wiping them on your thigh to get the excess lube off. Eddie positions himself between your legs, placing his tip against your ass. "You ready, sweetheart?" He asks, looking deep into your eyes again. His expression is so warm, and loving. You could swear his red irises changed into the shape of hearts.

"So ready." You reply, waiting for him to enter you. He starts to push in, causing you both to groan. He takes his time, letting you relax around him as he fills you up just like you remember. "I'd forgotten how perfect you fit inside me, Eddie." He takes hold of your own cock, the extra lube allowing his hand to move on you with ease. "Baby, you're gonna be the death of me." The combined sensation he's giving you makes your head spin, and he hasn't even started thrusting yet.

"Never, love." He says simply, pulling himself out before sliding back in. You wrap your arms around his back, holding him close as you press your lips to his. Eddie picks a steady pace, thrusting in and out tenderly. He continues to jerk you off, and slips his tongue into your mouth again. Tension is quickly building inside your belly, you've missed this so fucking much. You can't hold back the tears falling from your eyes, and Eddie pulls his head up when he senses the salty drops on his cheeks. "Is something wrong, baby?" He asks, concern lacing his voice.

"Nothing's wrong. I just missed you, missed this. I never thought I'd see you again, I buried you and left you down there." You sniffle, feeling stupid for sobbing while you're trying to have sex with the man you lost.

"I know, sweetheart. I didn't think I'd ever be back, either. I'm sorry for what I put you through." He starts crying too, drops of blood dripping onto your cheeks. He can only imagine what burying the man you love must be like, and it sounds like the worst thing in the world.

"It's okay. You're here now. Just make love to me, lost time doesn't matter anymore." You sigh heavily, wiping your eyes. He does the same, before picking up where you left off. You push the past away, focusing on the now. The two of you struggle to keep the noise down, having to keep kissing or attacking each other's necks to muffle the sounds. You're practically writhing underneath Eddie, touching every little bit of him you can reach, squeezing his ass to pull him closer to you.

Eddie's not much better, his thrusts are sloppy, inconsistent. You just feel so good, he can't help himself. You both keep it up as best you can, sweating profusely while you claw at each other like wild beasts. "I'm getting close again, baby." Eddie warns, though you don't heed it. You're right behind him, any moment now you'll be overtaken by the pent up lust inside you. You just moan against his slick flesh in response, hoping he knows what you mean. He fucks you a little faster, stroking your cock at the same speed.

"Oh my god. Eddie, fuck!" You whisper-yell, letting pleasure wash over you. Your body jerks upwards beyond your control, yanking on Eddie in the process. Your cum spurts out onto his hand, coating his long fingers and dripping onto your stomach and chest.

Your sudden movements make Eddie come undone right behind you, hips bucking against your ass cheeks as his load paints your insides. "Jesus, fuck." He clenches his teeth, holding back an obscenely loud moan. You ride out your highs together, waiting for the bliss to subside. Your hearts pound in sync as Eddie slips out of you to collapse onto the bed. "God, I love you." He says breathlessly, turning his head to look your way.

"I love you too, Eds. More than anything in the world." You lay on your side, giving him another kiss. You can't get enough of him, and you don't wanna let him go. But you imagine Vecna expects him back soon, thinking Eddie carried out the murders he ordered. "I don't want you to go." You say, desperately wanting him to say 'fuck it' and stay.

"I don't either, love. But I have to, I can feel the thing inside my head trying to fight its way back into control. But I promise, I'll tell Vecna I did what he asked. And then when he thinks he's safe, I'll take his ass out. I'll make him pay for hurting everyone, and for trying to make me hurt you and the others." He's more serious than you've ever seen him before. You nod in agreement, even though you're not sure how easily he'll be able to keep his promise. Like he said, the monster wants back in. And when it's in control, it could easily tell Vecna the truth.

"Okay. Should I tell the others about you? Let them know you're on our side, and want to help us beat Vecna?" You toy with the idea, not sure how the group would respond to such a thing.

"I dunno, it might freak them out. Especially Dustin." Dustin. You completely forgot about him for a moment, and Eddie might be right.

"Maybe I'll just tell a couple people, ones that know to keep their mouth shut? I don't know how long I can keep this to myself. And if someone else knows, maybe it'll be helpful later on." You reason, though you're not sure Eddie will like it.

"That might be a good idea. But they have to keep quiet. It could go very wrong very quickly if I can't keep my hand on the wheel. I'd hate to get everyone's hopes up that I'm alive and on the side of good if it all goes to shit."

"Agreed." You both put your clothes back on, taking many breaks in between to exchange more feverish kisses. You want as much of each other as you can get. Eventually though, Eddie is slinging his guitar back over his shoulders. And now for the hard part, letting him fly back out your window and return to that awful place. Your arms wrap around his neck, and his hands rest on your waist. "Please don't get yourself killed again. Play the part, let the monster out for a while if you need to. I want you back here with me when this is all over. I mean it." You speak with purpose, refusing to have anything outside your desired outcome.

"I'll do everything I can, Y/N. I promise, I'm not going down without a fight. I'll be home again, and we can be happy. Together." He pulls you in for one last kiss, sealing the vow he's made to you. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Eds. Now, go kick his slimy ass!" You say, making him chuckle. He pulls away, and you back up a few steps. He slides your window open, jumping silently to the ground. You lean your head out to watch him, observing his wings extending from his back. He turns to wave back at you, blowing you a kiss. You catch it, holding it to your chest. You gaze in awe as he takes a running start in the moonlight, jumping into the air as the wind fluffs his wings. "Wow." You say to yourself, watching the man you love fly gracefully into the night. Let's hope this plan works.

The end.

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Made for Each Other | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, mutual perversion, peeping, mild degradation

word count | 1,804

keys | (Y/n) = Your name

summary | can u maybe do an eddie munson smut where the reader catches him masturbating to a polaroid of him and then the reader fucks him 👉👈

editor | @feliscatus-exe

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You sighed as you checked your watch, the time read 9:17. The day had been surprisingly slow so you decided to hang out with your best friend, but found his company had barely changed that fact. You’d burned through two movies with him and were going to start a third when he suddenly realized something and bolted out of the room. 

That was a few minutes ago and now you were waiting for his return, sprawled out on his bed. You yawned and laid your head against the pillow. Nothing happened until finally, you heard the bedroom door open. You lifted your torso and leaned on your elbows, raising your eyebrows at him. A bright flash caused you to blink rapidly and groan.

“Dude, what the hell?” You asked, sitting up fully and rubbing your eyes. You could hear Eddie laugh before feeling the bed shift as he sat next to you.

“Ain’t he a beaut?” He asks. You stop rubbing your eyes and look at what’s in his hand. It’s a Polaroid picture of yourself. Your shirt is slightly lifted and your pajama bottoms are slightly misplaced, revealing a small bit of your hip area. Your eyelids are slightly drooped, making you look sleepy and even somewhat sultry.

“When did you get a Polaroid?” You asked.

“I found it at the thrift store just outside of town. I seriously couldn’t believe my luck. It was a little busted right here, see, but nothing some duct tape couldn’t fix.” He raved, showing you all parts of the camera. You smiled fondly.

“That’s awesome Eddie.” You say, handing him the picture. He looks at it for a couple of seconds before looking back up at you.

“You don’t want to keep this?” He asks. You shake your head.

“Nah, what purpose do I have for a picture of myself?”

“Wouldn’t I have even less of a purpose for a picture of you?” He asks with a laugh. You shrug and smile.

“I don’t know. Use it to remember me or if you miss me.” You say with a snicker.

“That’s the corniest shit I’ve ever heard,” Eddie replied. You laughed before standing up from the bed.

“I should probably go home now Eddie. It’s getting late and we have school tomorrow.” You say, grabbing your car keys from his nightstand. 

“Already?” He asks a twinge of sadness in his voice. You smile.

“I’ll be back, probably sooner than you even realize. Thanks for letting me hang and keep you company though.” You said. He nodded and stood from the bed, walking you toward his front door.

You said bye and locked up his door, hopping in your car and starting it up. Your house wasn’t too far from the trailer park, which you were thankful for. It made your visits to his place that much more convenient. You whistled to the song on the radio, mindlessly tapping your steering wheel while focusing on the road.

As you pulled up to a crossroad to take a right turn, you realized how cold you were. You always kept your windows rolled down when you drove but it was much chillier than usual. You were about to turn when it dawned on you that you left your jacket at Eddie’s house. No wonder I’m freezing, you think to yourself as you pop a quick U-turn and backtrack to the trailer park.

It doesn’t take long since you didn’t get very far. In a matter of six minutes, you’re putting your car back in park in Eddie’s driveway. You toss your keys in your jean pocket, knocking on his door. There’s no answer, and you can’t help but assume he’d fallen asleep. Normally, you wouldn’t intrude, but the freezing Indiana temperatures urged you to use the spare key he’d gifted you years ago. Just for emergencies, he told you, and if you stayed out there any longer without a protective layer you’d freeze your dick off, which was as close to an emergency as you could damn near get.

You opened the door and shut it quietly behind you, not wanting to wake him up. You quickly scanned the living room, searching for your jacket. It was nowhere to be found but you didn’t fret, you probably just left it in Eddie’s room. You walked toward his bedroom door, seconds away from pushing it open when you heard a noise.

Not just any noise, though. A very distinct type of noise that caused your feet to stay planted on the floor and your stomach to meet them there. It was a moan. A moan that no doubt belonged to your best friend. Your heart began to thump louder than it ever has but you tried to drown it out, listening for another noise to prove you weren’t going crazy. 

And there it was again. A whiny, high-pitched moan that sent tingles down your spine and blood rushing to your crotch. You clasped a hand over your mouth in an attempt to regulate your breathing, scared you’d make a noise and alert him that you were here. Which you should’ve done, you knew that. You knew how wrong it was to listen to someone get off, but you couldn’t move your feet.

And to make matters worse, your eyes found themselves drawn to the crack in the door. You weren’t just listening now, you were full-on peeping on your best friend jacking off, and God was it making you hard.

The sliver in the door was small but if you angled yourself just right you could see enough. His right hand rapidly moved up and down his shaft while his left held a picture that looked almost familiar. Further up you could see his shirt lifted and his left hand holding a piece of clothing to his nose, which he was no doubt sniffing with fervor. The item of clothing was also familiar. It almost looked like…

“(Y/n)~” Eddie whined breathlessly, and the air around you seemed to turn cold. That couldn’t have possibly been…

“Fuck- (Y/n)…” He moaned again, and you were sure of it this time. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, moaning your name. That wasn’t the only thing he was doing. As he continued to furiously pump his shaft with his fist you realized why everything looked so familiar. He was holding the Polaroid he took of you earlier and sniffing your jacket. Eddie was masturbating to the thought of you.

“God p-please I need you~” He moaned, panting heavily. You got so warm in the face and so fuzzy in the brain that you acted without thinking. You pushed the bedroom door open and walked in, causing him to yelp and throw everything off of him. He scrambled to pull a blanket over himself to salvage a shred of his modesty but you’d already seen too much.

“Don’t stop on my account sweetheart. In fact, let me help you~” You say, popping the button of your jeans. His face turns bright red, staring at you in utter disbelief.

“(Y-Y/n) I can explain-“

“Explain what? That you were jacking off to a picture of me? Mmm, what did you imagine we were doing Eddie?” You asked, pulling the blanket off as you licked your lips. 

“I-I wasn’t-“

“Come on Eddie~ You can tell me. If you ask nicely, I might even do it to you~” You whisper in his ear, gently placing your hand around his already twitching cock. He gasps and whimpers, covering his mouth to stop the needy noises from spilling out.

“You were so loud before, what happened to ‘I need you’?” You asked, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lowered his hands, babbling for a second as he presumably tried to find the right words.

“I was i-imagining you- ah- fucking me into the- hng- mattress.” He gasped out, balling his hands into the sheets. You smirked, pulling your hand away and watching him practically chase your touch.

“That can be arranged.” You reply, pulling your pants and boxers off all the way. He watched with wide eyes as your cock sprung out, standing at attention and making his mouth water. He watched you bend and spit on his hole, gasping at the sudden cold sensation. You rubbed it into his asshole, expertly spreading him out in seconds and causing him to turn to putty once again. 

Once you were finished prepping him, you positioned your cock head at his tight asshole, teasing by gently prodding it. He whined, staring at you with pleading eyes. You decided to take mercy on him and finally push yourself inside, groaning as he enveloped you. He bit his lip harshly and squeezed his eyes shut, overcome with the pleasure of being filled.

“Look at you, you filthy little pervert. Getting fucked by the guy you were jacking off to.” You practically growled at him, an irregular dominance clouding your mind. He moaned and covered his face, too embarrassed to look you in the eye.

“Maybe we’re made for each other though.” You say somewhat fondly as you pick up your pace. He moans, face still covered, but he manages to get out two words of inquiry.

“W-We are?” He asks meekly. You laugh almost sadistically as you grip his legs.

“We are… wanna know why?” You ask, slowing your hips just the slightest bit to grab his focus.

“Why?” He asks breathlessly.

“Because I’m a pervert too Eddie. I watched you jack off to me. I liked watching you jack off to me.” You say, giving him no time to process what you’ve said before starting to plow into him again. This practically sends him over the edge, whimpering and begging to cum as you fucked into his prostate like never before. He wraps his arms around your back and begins moaning frantically

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m- agghn!” He gasps for air and scratches down your back, body shaking as spurts of cum shoot from the head of his cock. The sounds he’s making and the tightness of his ass proves to be too much as your hips sputter and you let out a low groan, emptying your load straight into his suffocating hole.

You gasp in an attempt to regain your breath, Eddie still latched onto you like his life depends on it. You chuckle and let your body weight fall onto him, electing to clean yourselves up later. You do however decide to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek at the moment, and you’re glad you do when you see his flushed face fondly smile.

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Loop - [E.M] - [Any Reader]

A/N: don't ask me how many words but please read it! There's a twist. Also, I started writing this at 7:25 am.

Pairing: Eddie x best friend reader. [No gender. Not that I remember putting-]

Tags: Friends, unsaid feelings, very very slight romance, stormy weather, cosy vibes.

Warnings: slight kissing. That's it.

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Your eyes rested upon Eddie's hunched frame, his figure barely aglow in the dim lighting that sat in front of him. He was hoarding almost all the light in the basement of your house while the two of you waited out the storm. You weren't unused to seeing this familiar position, Eddie often sat at your desk. He had shoved your neatly stacked and organised homework to the side, not to complete his own. No. But to sit there meticulously painting a new figure for his D&D campaign. He'd steal a glance toward you now and then when you'd finally shift in your beanbag seat, a hardcover copy of IT in your hands but you had stopped reading a while ago, you found its contents a little sickening, especially upon reading Beverly's storyline. You felt so bad for her and you knew from this book alone that King's work was twisted and sickening. Eddie had gifted you the book for your birthday, he knew enough of what you liked when it came to reading and this book had just been released too.

Still, you needed the break from the book. Needed something...lighter. Eddie seemed to be working for you at that moment, your eyes focusing in the darkness, you could admire Eddie from a distance and never grow tired. His frizzy mane-like hair was messier than usual, implying he had woken up late before getting to your house. His eyes, big yet soft were focused intently on his paint strokes, tongue poking out which only confirmed his attention was none on you. You had noticed how his rings would clink against the paint-water-filled glass, barely caring if he knocked it though he'd look over to see if you had noticed, not wanting a telling off. His boots were kicked off under the table, and his jacket slung over the back of the old dusty pink couch. Aka Eddie's second bed. You had known Eddie your entire life, well, it seemed that way. Since you were small kids, from when you gained consciousness. You and Eddie against the world. But...he'd been hanging out with some new people lately, he'd met them at a concert and they'd travel into town to hang out more frequently than you'd like. Though you wouldn't ever admit it. You were conflicted in that regard; you wanted Eddie to be happy but you wanted him to be happy entirely in your company alone. You hated thinking such a way but Eddie was so charming he could practically make friends with anyone if he wanted, in some ways you were jealous of that. You, for the most part, only had Eddie. The fear of him being taken away made sure you kept him close. His words upon arrival suddenly rung in your mind.

"Should I just move in? Seems like you're wanting all of my attention, huh?" You remembered that grin plastered on his face as he chucked his set of keys down and opened your mini fridge.

Though your string of thoughts leading back to this afternoon didn't last long as present time Eddie's voice called out.

"Hey there, dreamer. Come look. I've finished it. I think it's going to be great for my next campaign" his voice was enthusiastic as he urged you over. You finally obliged but groaned as your aching muscles moved from their set position. You made your way over, stopping for mere moments as a loud clash of thunder rang out above, catching the attention of both of you and Eddie. A frown sunk into your features but a hand pulled you over to the desk. Eddie explained, in great detail, his painted figurine, though you couldn't help but notice it looked like you. Your usual go-to clothes and backpack. You said nothing about it. You knew how long this had taken him, from carving the character out from wood to the sanding and the drawing and finally the painting.

As you stood beside him you could smell the cigarette smoke and cologne mixture, you'd always complain about how you hated it yet it was a comfort to you. His words broke you from your trance-like state.

"So, apparently you made friends with that Johnathan? Do you think it could work out? See any potential?" He teased as he stood, finally, getting something to drink.

"Jonathan? Potential? What do you mean? I could ask you the same thing with that rock chick you've been hanging out with" You countered, though some jealousy slipped out without intending to.

"Well, I've never seen you interested in anyone. Not even when it comes to friends. And for the record, she's a friend. That's all." His words made you violently roll your eyes and walk to the couch where you plopped down with a huff.

"Okay and "for the record"-" You mocked as you closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the cushion.

"I am interested in someone. Not that I'd tell you. You'd only tease. And I have enough friends." You stated before Eddie's scent suddenly and strongly filled your nose.

"Mhm. Okay. Tell me, who is the mystery person?"

"Not gunna happen."

"Why?"

"You don't need to know."

"Yes, I do."

"No. You don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do!"

"Don't!"

"I do."

"You don't."

"Is it me?"

"What?"

You knew by the way he had asked if it was him that he was completely joking but it had caught you so off guard. There was a longer pause than you had liked. The tense silence seemed to have risen faster than the drinks dispenser at Ahoys. God, you had to be quick or Steve would make you clean the mess up.

"So, it is me...?"

"No. Of course not. Why would you think it was you?"

"Well...with the way you reacted to my question I just-"

"It's not you! You just caught me off, guard. Jesus, don't you have literally anything else to do?" The words came out harsher than you had meant. You noticed how he didn't say anything back, just a shared silence that grew thicker. You finally let out a breath that had been stuck for longer than you'd like.

"Sorry...I'm...not good with admitting to things or questions or..."

"I know. I know you. I was just teasing...I didn't mean to antagonise" his voice softer than usual.

The silence remained but it became soft, more so when Eddie joined you on the couch.

"Is it me?" His voice was softer this time. Hopeful even. Your eyes drifted over to his lap where his hands rested, toying with his rings.

"And if it was? If. Eddie. If." You ask back, glancing over for not more than a second before your eyes tried to find something else to look at in the dark-ish room.

"Then...I'd probably kiss you. And hold you. And..." he trailed off, tiptoeing just as you were.

"And...?" You urged as your hands became a little sweaty, your breathing quicker through you tried your damn hardest to hide it.

"And I'd admit the same. Feelings I mean. But I- uh don't really expect it to be me" he half chuckled out, leaving you in surprise.

"Why...wouldn't it be you?" You frowned softly and turned toward him. Worriedly scanning his features.

"Because I'm the freak-"

"You are not. Don't you dare say that. You used it at school and you can use it with your band but don't you dare. For one minute. Actually believe it." You scolded now.

And for a moment your eyes locked, even if Eddie had only been joking, you were suddenly willing to take that chance, leaning in until your lips barely touched, grazing as you felt his hitched breath release slightly before pressing your lips to his, your hands cupping his cheeks. You felt his hands slip from your arms to your waist, pulling you in even as you tried to pull away for a moment. A soft frown started to contort your face as your felt tears prickle in your eyes, the autopilot of all this slowly fading and realisation kicking in.

You didn't want this. You felt the pull kick in, you didn't want this moment to end. You never did. You always only became aware of the truth the moment you kissed him.

As you opened your eyes your focus settled on Eddie's hunched frame, carefully painting his figurine.

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𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐨 𝐖𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐎𝐮𝐭

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞/𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥? 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐥 𝐠𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐛𝐡), 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 (𝐢𝐝𝐜 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐭) , 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

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“Alright, Ed. I need your opinion,” you sigh as you and Eddie walked into your room. He threw his book bag onto your bed and gently took yours from your shoulders.

“Why, you know I am always most delighted to offer my opinions! It is what I’m known for after all,” he dramatized.

“Thanks, Eddie,” you smiled widely at him.

Eddie couldn’t help but blush a bit. Your plush cheeks and pretty smile were seemingly the light of his life. He had to stare at your face every chance he got, taking all of you in like it was his first time meeting you all over again.

“Eddie?” you spoke breaking him out of his trance.

“Yep?” he responded, trying to feign casualty before clearing his throat.

“Alright, so I wore this lingerie set today. You’re a guy, so tell me if you think it’s sexy or not. I thought it was, but this guy I’m supposed to be hooking up with didn’t even bat an eye at the sight of the bra strap,” you pouted as you tugged at the hem of your shirt.

Eddie’s fist clenched at the mention of this “guy.” Of course he knew who the guy was. It was some guy on the basketball team. Eddie hadn’t known his name, but he knew that he was in Jason’s douchebag entourage. He knew those types of dudes would never appreciate you, or any woman for that matter, because their heads were either up their own ass or in “laundry baskets.”

In his opinion, nobody deserved you except for him, and he, himself, may be pushing it.

Nevertheless, Eddie swallowed thickly and nodded at your request. He figured you’d have just showed him your bra strap or a small sliver of the thing. Surely you would just keep it modest. You guys were best friends, and Eddie shouldn’t even began to think of you as anything less.

Poor boy was in complete shock when you began taking your shirt off.

His eyes grew comically wide as your bare, plush stomach and fat tits covered in dark green lace came into view.

His jaw dropped and his mouth ran dry as you had completely removed the shirt and began adjusting your tits in the bra.

Pinch him because Eddie swore he must’ve already died and been in heaven.

You continued to observe yourself in the mirror, waiting for Eddie’s response, but it never came.

The silence caused you to grow nervous. You were quite confident in yourself, but the lack of praise or taunt was starting to irk you.

“Okay, so is it���sexy?” you smiled nervously, your confidence withering a bit.

Eddie had to squeeze his eyes shut and think about the most gnarly situations possible for his dick not to get hard. The last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable. He opened his eyes and looked at your timid stance. God, you were beautiful.

He nodded rapidly, albeit a little late.

“Yes! Uhm…so sexy indeed. Yep, I don’t think I have ever seen anything sexier,” he rambled as his curls bounced with the rapid nods of his head, hands waving to and fro.

Your nerves calmed down immediately as you visibly loosened. Your smile grew wider again, and you began posing in a silly manner, now feeling better about yourself. Eddie always had that effect on you. It really sucked that he would never feel anything romantic towards you or any girl really.

“Right! I guess my hookup was just an idiot,” you shrugged and turned away from Eddie but towards your mirror.

Eddie’s throat was incredibly dry, so he grabbed a water bottle from your bedside table, quickly downing it.

“Yeah, well, I may be a two time senior year repeater, but those athlete characters are the real idiots at that school,” he complained and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, whatever. These things are uncomfortable anyway. No point in me dressing up for that dick,” you rambled as you began unfastening it, “I mean, they’re cute, but they provide like no support.”

Eddie finally moved his line of sight back to you just as you dropped your bra completely, bare chest completely on display through the mirror. Eddie whimpered and began to choke on his water.

You turned around startled.

You quickly moved over to Eddie to grab the water bottle from his hand and began to pat his back soothingly.

“You okay, Eds? How did you even manage to choke on water?” you joked.

Eddie was now having a coughing fit from the proximity of your tits to his face. He could feel his dick growing rapidly inside his tight ripped jeans. He was sure he was leaking, and if you got any closer, he would possibly cream his pants.

“Yep, nope. I’m fine! Just peachy!” he chirped and gave a big, fake smile.

You stood back up, looking down at his face for assurance. Once you figured he was in fact alright, you sauntered back over to the mirror.

“Sorry, Eddie, can you hand me my bra? It’s like right beside you under the covers. It’s so much more comfortable than the lingerie,” you reasoned.

He swallowed trying to compose himself. He was panicking because if he stood up, his hard cock would be on full display, and it was definitely noticeable. He was a bit of a grower after all.

“Yeah, I’ll hand your royal highness thy brassiere,” he tried to joke but it came out stiffly. He reached for the bra, subconsciously fingering the material in his hands, imagining he was the one taking this off of you. Instead of getting up, he leaned forward awkwardly to hand you the bra.

You turned around with a smile, your tits bouncing with the movement, and took the bra from his hands.

As you were putting it on, you murmured, “You’re just sweet as pie, Eddie. Sucks that you’re gay.”

Eddie made a face of confusion.

“What?”

You turned to him and made your way over to the bed to slip your shoes off.

“I said that it sucks that you’re gay. I mean you’re so sweet to me, so I think you’d be a great boyfriend. Quite the lady’s man,” you explained as you went to get comfortable in your bed, pulling out a magazine. “But I suppose you’d be a good boyfriend to a man too.”

“Excuse me?” he spoke in shock, cutting you off, “Y/n…I’m not gay?”

You put your magazine down quickly.

“What? You’re not?” you asked a bit confused.

“No? I- why would you think so? I never told you I was gay!” he continued.

“But-I mean…everyone called you a, y’know, queer,” you reasoned, “for about as long as I can remember. You’ve sucked guy’s dicks?”

“Oh, Jesus! I have not! Out of all people, I wouldn’t have expected you to believe that bullshit!” he said frantically, sounding hurt.

“Oh fuck. I’m sorry, Eddie. I knew I shouldn’t have believed that shit. I guess I just didn’t want to judge,” you whispered. You felt shame overtake you.

“I know I’m quite the dramatic, but c’mon…gay? Really? Well suppose I’ve never led you to believe anything else, have I?”

Eddie did consider he never talked about girls in a romantic way, and he did talk about the boys who gave him a hard time more than one would deem normal. That was justified though! He just hated them so much. If he didn’t talk about it almost 24/7, he would surely explode.

“Not really! And I have…been so provocative with you. Hell, I just put my tits in your face! That’s borderline sexual harassment. I mean I guess it would still be if you were actually gay, but I just figured since there’s no way in a billion years that you would be attracted to me-,” you rambled on before Eddie quickly cut you off with a rushed kiss.

Eddie was not sure at all you were into him beyond just being friends, but here he was, laying all his cards on the table and taking a chance. He cradled your chubby cheeks in his hands, savoring the warmth of them.

His lips were plush and a bit dry, but they were nice. So, so nice. He was a gentle kisser, taking his time, and clearly outdoing your endeavors. You assume he must’ve had a good deal of experience.

You pushed him away, despite not wanting to break the kiss, but you needed an explanation and a breath of air.

“What was that?” you asked as your chest rapidly moved with your heavy breathing.

“Look, you said I could never be attracted to you in a million years, just wanted to show you that that was most certainly was not the case, my liege,” he smiled. “And it physically pained me to watch you date all those dipshit men who didn’t appreciate you. You don’t know how much I’ve thought about just kicking their asses. However, if anything, I thought you would never be into me. Now, I know it’s just because you thought I was gay?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at that, and you had to cover your face out of embarrassment.

“I’m a shitty friend,” you groaned from behind your hands.

He moved your hands away from your face, placing a peck onto your lips. “None of that!”

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You were intertwined, moving liquidly.

This kiss grew heated quickly, tongues hastily bullying each other into submission and when you inevitably had to pull away for breaths of air, Eddie trailed kisses down your neck.

“Smell so good, always wanted to smell here. You have no fucking idea.”

You let out a bit of a whiny moan at that.

Eddie trailed his hands up and down your back, gripping your waist and pulling at the hem of your shirt.

“This okay?” he huffed as his forehead met yours and looked into your eyes.

“Eddie, I was just half naked in front of you. Take it all off. I literally do not care.”

Eddie wasted no time in pulling your shirt over your head and unfastening your bra with quickness and ease.

As soon as your bra dropped off your shoulders, Eddie paused. He had saw them earlier, but he didn’t let him self really look. Now he was completely taking you in, eyes fixated on your chest.

Eddie bit his lip before he bent down to kiss and suckle at your breasts.

“Pretty, fat fucking titties. Always wanted to feel them in my hands, on my tongue,” he huffed before he dived in to take your nipple into his mouth, massaging the other.

You were left breathless.

Eddie was so entranced with your breasts. He took his time licking and nibbling. He spit onto your right tit and watched it dribble down before licking it up from the areola and suckling harshly onto the nipple.

“So fucking good at that, Eddie,” you moaned. You could feel the vibrations of the whimper Eddie let out at the praise.

Of course the town freak had a thing for praise.

“I need more, Eddie,” you sighed, growing restless at the minuscule teasing at your nipples.

“More?” Eddie sprung up, “Oh I can definitely do that. Might need to get more naked for that though.”

He had a smug smile plastered onto his face as he shrugged. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

Shimmying off your pants was no problem considering you had exposed your large tummy that came with a few gag gifts of rolls, stretch marks, and cellulite with no hesitation. So yeah, showing a little leg was nothing.

Eddie didn’t seem to find any problem with them either. He gripped your meaty thighs, rings indenting on them. He was obsessed with them. He adored every part of your body and getting you this close and bare was surreal to him.

He took his place back buried into you, kissing roughly over your cheeks, neck, and chest, you mewling in response.

His hands slowly made their way down to your stomach, and much to your satisfaction, they didn’t linger there longer than they did on any other part of your body.

With past hook ups, it was seemingly all they would care about, gripping the fat there excessively, resulting in you feeling uncomfortable. You knew it was likely a fetish thing, or just shitty curiosity. It hurt, but you had excepted it, expected it. With Eddie, it was different.

Eddie treated every part of you with the same care and respect. You admired him so much.

He settled one hand at the small of your back and allowed the other to trail it’s way down to the waistband of your underwear, deep green and thick cotton sitting warm atop his fingertips. The bra and panties were not a matching lace set because you didn’t enjoy the itchy lace against your pussy, so you opted for the same color. You leaned back, and Eddie signaled for you to lay your leg atop of his lap so that you would be more spread out.

“Can I?” he asked as he breathed heavily down your neck. You gulped and nodded, head dropping down to look at the hand in your panties.

He trailed lower, marveling at the feeling of the thick tuft of hair over your warm, wet pussy.

Eddie was straining in his boxers, sweat beading on his forehead. Now he’s fingered girls plenty, ate pussy galore, but he’s never gotten to second…third? base. Eddie was still a raging virgin, and on top of all that, this was you he was involved with now.

He wanted to impress and make you feel like you’re getting the best fuck of your life. It just wasn’t helping that he felt like this was his first ever wet dream, or he’d finally became conscious and touched his dick for the first time.

Nevertheless, he lowered his fingers, feeling the wetness sticking to the skin and hair there.

You bit your lip, eagerness coursing through your veins. Eddie circled your clit with his middle and ring finger, eliciting a shuddering moan from you.

He continued to rub tight circles around it as you squirmed in your spot, until he suddenly pulled his hand away.

You looked at him in confusion until he brought the two fingers up to his mouth, sucking your wetness right off of his fingers.

You stared at him in awe, chest heaving. He maintained direct eye contact with you as his plump lips suckled onto the fingers before he pulled them out with a juicy pop, winking teasingly afterwards.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his shamelessness.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, honey,” he smiled. Your face ran hot at that. You couldn’t help the smile that came across your face, so you pulled him into another deep, passionate kiss, tangling your fingers into his hair and gripping his chin harshly.

You could pick up on his impatience as he nipped your lip too hard one too many times and began to squirm. You yanked him back by his curls and looked deeply into his shiny, chocolatey eyes. He stared up at you with his mouth open, caught off guard. Your entire demeanor changed.

“So pretty, Eddie,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” he huffed, “I uh, I want to put my fingers in you, if that’s alright with you? I mean, I’m pretty good at what I do, but everybody’s different. You might not prefer that.”

He was rambling, but you were so unarmored by it. It was so special how considerate he was.

“Want your hands on me everywhere, Ed. Especially in me.”

His smiled widened.

“Well then, take these off for me will ya?” he instructed, pulling the waistband of your panties from your hips and back onto your skin.

You moved your leg from his lap and slowly pulled your panties off.

Eddie eyed you with hunger. The girl of his dreams was right in front of him, all in your naked glory. He could die happy now, and he would die with the image of your naked body on his mind.

“Perfect,” he murmured and beckoned you back to the bed.

You leaned back onto your arms for support as Eddie moved in closer to you, placing your right leg over his lap and having you prop your left leg up onto the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke.

“Perfect face,” he placed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“Perfect smell,” he continued, words being muffled by your neck as he peppered kisses there.

He reached up to your tits again to tease your nipples. “Perfect tits.”

He pressed kisses to them as he moved his other hand back down towards your now soaking and throbbing pussy.

You were a bit self conscious at how hairy your pussy was now that you were really seeing it. You’d never cared before in all honesty as you were confident in every aspect of yourself, but you couldn’t help but wonder if Eddie liked it or not.

“So perfect down here,” he couldn’t help the smile showing on his face as he bent down to get a good look at where his hand played with your stiff clit.

Your tummy rolls made if hard for you to see yourself, but you could see his hands moving, and that was hot enough.

His skilled fingers gathered slick drooling from your hole and traced your entire cunt with it.

“Can I go inside, honey?” he asked, looking into your eyes with his own deep, chocolate ones. “You’d make my fingers oh so warm and cozy.”

You nodded with your mouth open in a gasp. Eddie looked at you, enchanted. A small smirk came to his face, and he was reminded just of how hard he was in his tight jeans.

He pulled his lip between his teeth in concentration as he slid his slick middle finger down to your hole.

“You ever played down here?” he panted as he circled your hole, becoming more confident.

“Y-yeah, you know that, Eds,” you managed to joke.

“Yeah, I did know that, but did you ever make yourself cum so hard that you saw stars?”

Now, that question left you speechless.

You could only shake your head “no” in response.

Eddie clicked his tongue and smiled at that, “Thought so.”

He began to circle your pussy hole.

“Bet those dumbass laundry tossers never made you cum either, hm?” he taunted. It was hot, and goofy, but you were impatient!

“Eddie, honestly, if you don’t get your fingers in me right now!”

Eddie smirked and slid his finger down to the knuckle inside you.

“Aw, fuck,” you gasped.

Eddie smiled widely, “So bossy. I love it when you boss me around baby, but you already know that.”

He began gently thrusting his finger in and out of you.

“You’re so wet. Wettest, prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

“More, Eds,” you gasped.

With that, he sped up the thrusts of his finger.

“You want more, baby? I’ll give you more, sweet thing,” he swiftly slid his one finger out and reentered you with two.

Your back arched up more and Eddie placed his other hand on the small of your back to support you.

He was in complete awe of you, hands moving on pure instinct inside you because he could not mentally think of anything else besides you.

“Mm,” you let out as he curled his fingers in you.

Eddie began to place kisses onto your plush neck, speeding up the movement of his fingers inside you.

By now, you were so turned on. Eddie was so fucking talented with his fingers. You figured it was either from other hookups or the fact that he was a guitar god.

The slickness of your pussy, and the speed of his fingers created a delicious squelching sound.

“Your pussy’s speaking to me, honey,” Eddie teased, “Oh, I love when she talks dirty to me.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth. Eddie’s big, brown, round eyes roamed your body, taking you in.

“Oh, I know, baby, I know.” he smiled and went to twist at your nipple.

“Eddie, fuck. How are you so good at this?” you huffed between moans. Eddie used his forearm to force you back closer to his chest.

“Dunno, just talented like that I guess,” he kissed your cheek, “You sayin’ I’m good?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, preparing to make a snarky remark.

Eddie pressed his thumb to your clit, quickly circling it.

“Aw fuck!”

The roughness of his thumb sweetly colliding with your hard clit felt utterly delicious.

“Yeah,” he taunted, “What was all that talk, huh?”

You mewled in response, unable to form words. Your cunt smell filling the air of the room.

“Smell so good, wanna eat that pussy. You’d let me? Let me lick that fat pussy? Fuck you with my tongue?” he breathed into your neck.

“Yes! Fuck! Anything!” you squeaked and ground down onto his fingers. He was nibbling at your earlobes.

“Yeah, so good. Just take what you need baby,” he growled and began to hump against the seam of his tight jeans, needing some type of friction.

“Eddie, I’m gonna!”

He quickly fucked his fingers into you, trying his best to keep that and the rhythm on your clit in tact.

“Yeah, baby, let it all out okay? Want your cum,” he gritted, “Just give me that cum. Only me, yeah?”

He slammed against your g spot harshly, pressing down onto your clit.

“Yes! Fuck, only you, Eddie! My pussy is yours!” you rambled in the horny daze.

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly feeling your body heat rise, and your pussy began to clench down tightly onto the boy’s fingers.

You felt your climax unravel, completely taken by it.

“Fuck!” you screamed, squirt leaving your cunt and soaking Eddie’s fingers.

Eddie watched your pussy in awe. He’d never made a girl squirt before, and this knocked him on over the edge. He spilled into his boxers, groaning lowly into your ear, but he never slowed down or lost the rhythm of his fingers inside you.

You had a dopey smile on your face from the intensity or your orgasm, all sound, and majority of sight gone momentarily.

Eddie eased you through your orgasm, slowing the movement of his fingers gradually when he figured you were mostly done cumming before removing them completely. He slapped your cunt softly after, making you flinch and whine.

Eddie placed a kiss to your cheek.

“Never seen that before,” he smiled. You blinked longly before looking back at him confused.

He looked down at your bedsheets, you followed his eyes. Oh! It was…wet.

“Oh, I didn’t know I could do that,” you said genuinely surprised.

Eddie shrugged.

“Didn’t know I could make a girl to that,” he shrugged and popped his ring and middle finger into his mouth once again, sucking them is if they were a cock. *Was he sure that he’s never sucked dick before?*

“Eddie,” you groaned, “You’re nasty!”

“Eh, I don’t think so. You taste pretty good,” he shrugged sucking the tips of the fingers.

You shook your head and leaned in for a small, kiss before pulling away.

“So…want me to return the favor?” you smiled at the boy.

Eddie’s face reddened quickly, and he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“I kinda came in my pants watching you,” he chuckled nervously.

“Oh!” you smiled widely at that before your own face ran hot. “Okay then.”

“Yeah.”

Silence filled the room as you continued catching your breath, Eddie mindlessly stroking your arm.

“So you were never gay?”

[bloodyboi]

for your "what do you hate about smut fics" post. When authors make a character speak aave and act ghetto.

omg yes. As a black person, please stop. Act like a real writer and write.

[dorkszn]

imma try to get this out by Wednesday 🤞🏽

[eddiesxangel]

Kiss Me Underneath the Mistletoe | Mechanic!EddieMunson x Friend!Reader

Cw: Eddie and you share your first kiss. Fluffy goodness. Implied smut (Mentions of a car accident but no injuries) Eddie and the reader are both in their 20’s. Use of nicknames for reader. GN Reader :)

WC: 1.5k

The party was in full swing when you pulled up to Steve’s driveway. Eddie offered to pick you up because your car was still at his shop. Your card had gone into a tailspin on some black ice and got stuck in a ditch a few days ago. You were okay; only some minor damage to the bumper had to be fixed. Thank god you had your mechanic friend's phone number memorized.

“There you are!” Steve sounded exasperated. There were about fifteen cars parked outside his house, and music and laughter filled the home. It was warm and comforting, but Stevie looked stressed.

You really had only been half an hour late. You had to rush home from work with no car, so you had to take the bus, which took ten times slower. Only to get ready, and then you and Eddie had to rush to the bakery before they closed for the evening to pick up the Christmas cookies you promised to bring tonight.

“Sorry Stevie, I had to pick up the goods.” you wiggle the box of Christmas cookies you had picked up. And Eddie wiggled the bottle of bourbon in his hands to show you brought gifts.

“Yes!” Dustin said as he zoomed past you, swiping the sugary treats out of your hands.

“Hey!” You placed your hands on your hips.

“Sorry! But can’t wait any longer! You’re late enough; we only get these once a year.” Dustin was not sorry.

“Whatever, just save me at least one” you giggle.

“I’ll sneak you some, don’t worry,” Eddie whispered in your ear as a fantasy of his lips touching your neck comes to the forefront of your mind. Your body shivered from the proximity, and only Eddie noticed. He knew he got you. You would be his tonight whether you knew it or not.

The night continued without a hitch; dinner was excellent, and there were games, music, and many more drinks afterwards.

There were a lot of people here you didn’t recognize. Mostly Steve’s coworkers from the office. You had gotten separated from the group when a few of them cornered you with the most god-awful conversation about trades and charts and who knows what.

You finally spot someone out of your group, thankfully Eddie, who can read your face better than anyone. You made the save me eyes, and he beelined to your rescue.

“Hey, there you are! I need your help in the basement. Steve needs us to bring up more booze.” he rests a hand on the small of your back.

You quickly and politely excuse yourself from the conversation, and as soon as the basement door closes, you let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank god! I don’t think I could stand another moment; I don’t know how Steve does it!”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll always be here to save you,” Eddie smirks, his big hand still on your lower back, guiding you toward the cold cellar.

“Oh, we are actually getting drinks?” You question.

“Yea, babe, what did you think we would be doing down here?” he playfully wiggled his eyebrows before passing you a smaller case of beer while he took on the heavy load. You were a little disappointed; you thought you might get some alone time with Eddie before returning to the party.

You make your way back up to the sounds of cheering and laughing, unsure what’s going on. You both make it into the kitchen, restocking the cooler and fridge, oblivious to the crowd following Steve, who came running in, waving around some green and red plant while simultaneously spilling his red cocktail on the floor.

“Kiss!” Steve pops up behind you and Eddie, startling you both.

“What the fuck, man”—“You scared me!” You both say simultaneously.

“Too bad, you gotta kiss,” he says, wiggling mistletoe above your heads. You scan the group behind Steve; all your friends stare at you like zoo animals.

“Wha-” “Come on-“ you and Eddie were cut off.

“My party, my rules, you’re standing under the mistletoe. You gotta kiss,” he smirks like he knows what he is doing. It wasn't a secret to your friends you had a crush on Eddie.

“Steven!” You scold. Did you want to kiss Eddie? Yes. Did you want to do it forced in front of all your friends?! No.

As you stood your ground, it became more apparent that Steve wasn’t leaving until Eddie planted one on you.

You look to Eddie to gauge his feelings, but his poker face is not helping.

"You really don't want to kiss me that bad, sweetheart?" he raises a brow to you. Maybe he had read your situation wrong.

"What? No. Yes. No! I just want-" You were cut off because you heard your friends begin to chant behind Steve’s stupid, smug face.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!”

“Fine!” You succumbed to the peer pressure. You turn and grab Eddie’s head in both hands, pull him down, and plant one on him.

If you were paying attention, you would have heard the cheers from your friends. A minute later, you would have heard the gags and them scurrying away when Eddie stuck his tongue in your mouth. You would have heard Steve mumble “atta’boy” before leaving you two alone, but you didn’t hear anything other than your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

All of your senses were consumed by Eddie. His mouth was soft and gentle like he didn’t want to break you. He tasted like cranberries and bourbon. His tongue broke through, and you let out the slightest whimper as your hands moved from his cheeks to his waist…. His tight little waist that you have been drooling over since you saw him in that tight black tank top with his coveralls hanging off his waist, sweat dripping down his chest and grease-stained skin. When you walked into his work for the first time all those months ago. He was pure sex appeal that day, and you hadn’t seen him the same way since.

Eddie’s hands crept up from the waistband of your pants, slipped up under your shirt and grazed the soft skin of your back. Goosebumps spread throughout your whole body as Eddie continued to pull you closer to him.

You could have been there for a minute or an hour, you didn’t know, but the moment finally broke when Dustin walked back into the kitchen for those special cookies you’d brought.

“Oh my god! Get a room” he rolled his eyes, and the two of you broke apart, not realizing you were sucking face and feeling one another up in the middle of Steve’s kitchen like you were two teenagers.

A rush of blood spread across Eddie’s face. His lips were just as red as his cheeks. Your face was also just as hot. You could feel the rush of blood travel up your chest to your throat and across your cheeks as you took in what had just happened.

An uncomfortable giggle left your lips, and Eddie swore he heard angels singing. A smile broke on his face, and you felt at ease.

“You wanna get out of here?” Eddie reaches out a hand. You grab it while frivolously nodding your head. Eddie pulls you through the crowded house, trying to slip past everyone.

“Get it, Eddie!” “That’s my boy!” “Finally!” “About damn time!”

All your friends shout, and you hide your face in Eddie’s chest while he pulls your coat out from the closet.

Eddie giggles as Steve approaches the both of you, blocking the door.

“So when’s the wedding? Do I get credit? Or does Eddie? 'cuz he asked me to set up this elaborate ruse?” he wiggled his eyebrows at the two of you.

“What?” You looked at Eddie, and he chuckled uncontrollably.

“I’m going to have to cut you off, man. No more Christmas cocktails for you.” he swiped the crystal glass from Steve’s hands and chugged the rest.

“Hey!” Steve drunkenly protested.

“What’s he talking about Ed’s?” You giggle.

“Ol’Eddie here asked me to help divide a plaaaaan to get yo-” Eddie cupped a hand over Steve’s mouth and smiled at you with the biggest grin that said he was guilty.

“Real smooth, Munson,” you playfully roll your eyes.

“It worked, didn’t it?” He stepped closer and lifted your chin up to him. He was so cocky, but it made your stomach do a summersault at his touch.

“Ok, turtle doves, get out of here already and make a little drummer boy,” Steve winked.

“Ew, you're gross Steve! Ed’s right, no more cocktails for you.” Robin grabbed Steve by the arm and whisked him away while you and Eddie giggled out the door.

“So you’ve been wanting to kiss me?” You bite your lip as he opens the passenger door for you.

“Yeah,” he sighed as he pushed up against the car while looking into your eyes.

“You know you didn’t need to drag Steve into it” you giggle.

“Well, where’s the fun in that baby?” He whispered before leaning in to kiss you again. Your body felt it was on fire even though it was below freezing outside. You didn’t care. Eddie’s warmth was enough, and his warmth was indeed the thing that kept you warm for the rest of that night.

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Description: You and Eddie masturbate together as you aren't ready to go all the way with him yet.

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: smut, gay!eddie munson, gay!reader, male reader, grinding, mutual masturbation, use of the term 'queer', one use of the F-slur, mentions of homophobia/being in the closet, LGBTQ+ references, alcohol use, smoking

Word Count: 4k

Divider by @strangergraphics

Relax

"Hey, babe? What do you wanna do tonight?" Eddie calls to you from the living room. You're currently standing in the bathroom, brushing your teeth at the sink. You'd gotten home from your shift at the pharmacy about two hours ago, and you called your boyfriend Eddie to spend the night with you in your apartment. He walks into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around your bare torso. You'd only bothered to change into some pajama pants, it’s too warm for a shirt in this weather. Your A/C doesn't work too well, and Hawkins tends to be absolutely boiling in the middle of July. The heat doesn't seem to bother Eddie though, as he came over in ripped jeans and a muscle tee.

You bend over to spit out your toothpaste, rinsing the brush before setting it in a cup you keep by the sink. You turn around to face him, smiling warmly. "I dunno, darling. What would you like to do?" You speak lowly, leaning in for a kiss. Eddie smirks, gladly accepting your invitation. His lips are always so soft and plush, and despite the heat, the room suddenly feels much warmer. Your hands tangle in his hair, lightly tugging on it just the way he likes. He moans against you, biting your bottom lip so you'll allow his tongue access to dance with your own.

Eddie had met you at a metal show at the Hideout six months ago, you remember it like it was yesterday. It was supposed to be some local bands, nothing major. But you'd always liked how loud and invigorating metal music is, so you wanted to hear it in person. There weren't a ton of people there that night, maybe twenty others besides yourself. You were dressed for the occasion, though it wasn't your typical style. Ripped jeans, a Black Sabbath shirt, and some eyeliner was really all you managed to rustle up in time. You remember going to the bar to get a beer, and noticing a particularly handsome guy leaning against the counter on his elbows. "Come here often?" He asked, turning his head to look at you. You met his gaze, really taking a moment to look him over before speaking. He had long, curly hair, a battle vest layered over a beaten leather jacket, and a smile that could make the Devil himself blush like a schoolgirl. His eyes refused to leave yours, patiently waiting for you to respond.

"No, it's my first time here." You replied nervously, almost dropping your drink as the bartender handed it off to you.

"Ooh, a virgin, huh? Is it your first metal show too?" He spoke playfully, taking out a pack of smokes from his jacket. He gestured the box at you, but you waved him away. He just nodded, slipping a cigarette between his lips. He dug out a lighter from his jeans pocket, the yellow flame illuminating his face as he flicked it.

"Um...yeah." You tried to put on a smile, but it probably looked more like a grimace. He chuckled at your expression, taking a long drag before speaking again.

"Well, you picked a good night to pop that cherry. I know the crowd ain't much, but we sure know how to party." You laughed at his charming attitude, unaware of him inching himself closer to you. "What's your name, virgin?" He leaned in real close, his breath fanning over your neck to give you goosebumps. Your breathing picked up, your heart was pounding in your chest. You'd never had a man be so forward with you, especially in such a small town like this. You hadn't even come out to your parents, and here was this man, practically within kissing distance of you. He seemed to notice your discomfort, putting a hand on your shoulder in reassurance. "Relax, hot stuff. You're safe here, I know everyone in this place. Half of 'em are queers, and the other half either don't give a shit, or know they'll get their ass kicked if they pull something. I'm Eddie, by the way." He spoke directly into your ear, almost brushing against it with his lips.

"I'm Y/N, i-it's nice to meet you." You stuttered, and your cheeks lit up red soon after.

"Y/N, that's a cute name." He looked you up and down, taking in your cobbled-together ensemble. "Well, you've certainly dressed the part. C'mon, let's get closer to the stage. The show's starting soon." He patted your back, prompting you to start walking while putting his cig out in an ashtray. You stumbled at first, cursing under your breath at your lack of coordination. You soldiered on, getting as close as you could to the stage. You noticed the band setting up, watching them with intense curiosity. You saw the band's name prominently displayed on the drummer's kit, Corroded Coffin. You thought it was a pretty cool title, conjuring an interesting mental image. Eddie tapped you again, and your gaze snapped to him. "Hey, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere, okay?" He asked, seemingly itching to go somewhere. Maybe the restroom? You just nodded, letting him go. He gave you a wicked smile, before jumping up onto the stage and tossing his jackets to the side.

"Oh my god." You blurted out, luckily nobody heard you. But you quickly realized you'd just spent the last five minutes getting hit on by the lead singer from one of the bands you came to see that night. The small crowd cheered, and Eddie expertly slung his guitar over his shoulder. He leaned into the microphone, addressing the audience.

"How's everyone doin' tonight?" He asked, trying to hype everyone up. He was met with more cheers, and his eyes darted over to you. You awkwardly clapped for him, unable to lose his burning gaze. "Good to hear. We've got a newbie here tonight, a very hunky young man named Y/N." He pointed a finger in your direction, leading everyone to look over at you. You waved nervously, trying so hard not to blush. "Now, I expect you all to treat Y/N like one of our own. Cuz if things go as planned, I'm taking that sexy motherfucker home later." He winked at you, and you gasped in surprise.

"Shut up and play, faggot!" A man in the crowd shouted at Eddie.

"Fuck off, Derek! You're just jealous I've never asked you to come home with me." Eddie yelled as a retort, flipping the guy off. Everyone laughed, including you. "Alright, let's get down to business, huh? Who wants to hear some goddamn music?!" You cheered loudly with the crowd this time, meeting Eddie's grin with a smile of your own. Your anxiety was melting away, being replaced by unbridled lust for this man. With another wink, Eddie strummed the first note of one of the band's signature songs.

You spent the next hour rocking out to your heart's content, banging your head and truly letting loose. Eddie's eyes met yours repeatedly through their set, lighting your insides ablaze every time. His stage presence was something else, he was so confident and daring. And his voice was so beautiful, with a crazy amount of range. He could hit low, growling notes just as well as ridiculously high, belty ones. The band's sound was a glorious mix of Metallica and Dio, with their own special flavor blended right in. And it absolutely blew your mind, entrancing you like a sailor under a siren's spell. As the show went on, Eddie's hair dampened with sweat from him going so hard. His gorgeous skin glistened under the spotlight, making his tattoos almost sparkle.

Once the set was over, Eddie gestured at the bar with his head to let you know he'd meet you over there. You nodded, striding over to order two beers. "So, what did you think?" Eddie startled you when he walked up a few minutes later. You turned to look at him, handing him a beer. "Oh, thanks, man." He smiled, still catching his breath from performing.

"It was amazing, Eddie! You guys kick ass, and your voice is something else." You couldn't help your enthusiasm, this was something you'd been wanting to do for the longest time.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." His hand started stroking your arm suggestively, making your skin sizzle. "You wanna get outta here?" You were flattered by the invitation, but the thought of hooking up with him was daunting. You'd never had sex before, just oral and hand jobs. But even then, you didn't have a high 'body count' by any means.

"I dunno. I mean, I really like you. You're very sexy, but I've never really hooked up before." You gently explained, not wanting to hurt his feelings. But he just kept smiling kindly at you.

"That's okay. We don't have to do that. We can just hang out if you want, get to know each other better. And, I promise this isn't a line, but you've gotta be the most handsome man I've ever seen. You seem really sweet, and I'm more than willing to take my time with you." He held his ring-clad hand out to you, hoping you'd take it. "Shall we?"

"You're very sure of yourself, Eddie." You chuckled, unable to wrap your head around the whole thing. His expression dropped slightly, worried you were rejecting him. You rolled your eyes, smirking. "C'mon, pretty boy." You put your hand in his, and his eyes lit up like you'd never seen on a person before. He led the way to his van in the parking lot, graciously opening your door for you. "Such a gentleman." You joked, plopping into the weathered leather seat.

"You know it." He replied, jogging around to the other side to slide in himself. The two of you spent the night in Eddie's trailer, mostly talking in his room. You drank a few beers, ending up rather tipsy. You'd been sitting side by side on his bed, and you felt his eyes on you just as you polished off your fifth beer of the night.

"Something on your mind?" You asked, slightly slurring your words. You looked at his face, noticing him staring at your lips.

"Just one thing. But I don't wanna force it." He said softly, breath stuttering as he spoke. It was the first time you'd seen him act nervous all night, regardless of all the liquid courage you'd both consumed. Your own eyes flicked to his mouth, admiring how soft and plush it looked in the dim light from his bedside lamp.

"Who says you're forcing anything?" You said, barely above a whisper. You decided to be brave for the both of you, despite your heart hammering against your ribs. You leaned in, eyes fluttering closed as your lips finally met his. You both moaned into the kiss, quickly heating things up in your drunken state. Shirts came off, leading to sloppy trails of kisses littering your necks and chests. You admired his tattoos, tracing their outlines with your fingers. "You're so gorgeous, Eddie." You sighed lustfully, in absolute awe of his form.

"You're not so bad yourself, Y/N." Eddie replied, eagerly reaching his hand down to stroke your erection through your jeans.

"Fuck." You muttered under your breath, extremely aroused by everything he did to you. Your eyes met once more, burning intensely while you mimicked his actions on his own clothed cock.

"How far do you wanna go, baby?" He asked seriously, not wanting to push you past your limit. You were both breathing heavily, the scent of beer wafting between your mouths.

"Is this enough?" You asked sheepishly, hoping he wouldn't be disappointed. As much as you were attracted to him, you weren't ready to go all the way.

"More than enough. You wanna lay down for me, though? I figure it's more comfortable than sitting side by side like this." He was almost babbling, losing track of his thoughts as you continued to stroke him. You happily obliged his request, laying your head onto his pillow. He scrambled to hover over you, his knees on either side of yours. His lips met yours again hungrily, his teeth biting your bottom lip. You kept going like this for what felt like hours, kissing and grinding against one another like animals in heat. You'd never been so turned on in your life, every other man you'd been with paled in comparison to Eddie.

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby." You moaned, savoring the friction of his erection rubbing against yours. Both of your jeans were so fucking tight, it almost hurt.

"Not as much as you. You've got me ready to cream my pants right about now." He groaned, lips migrating to your neck to mark you up with dark hickeys.

"Damn, you've figured out my master plan." You joked, gasping at his tongue finding your sweet spot.

"Is that so?"

"Mmhmm." You struggled to speak at this point, thoughts scrambled by Eddie's showering of affection. "You've been playing it so cool tonight, I'd like to see how vulnerable you can be."

"Well, if we keep up like this it won't be much longer." He said between kisses, grinding even harder against you. You moaned loudly, your hands reaching across Eddie's back. Your nails trailed a reddening path down his smooth skin, slicked over with sweat. "God, you're gonna be the death of me."

"And you me." You replied, rolling your hips faster to bring you closer to the edge. Everything felt so good, and your stomach was beginning to tense up to warn you of your oncoming release. "Fuck. Go faster, baby. You're gonna make me cum." A desperate whine laced your tone, pleading with him to get you off like this. The whole thing was so ridiculously simple, but so very hot.

"Anything you want, sweetheart. I'm right there with you." Another moan ripped itself from his lungs, increasing his pace to seal the deal. He bit down harshly on your neck, sending you flying off the proverbial cliff into a pool of pure bliss.

"Eddie!" You cried out his name, hips bucking wildly as your load emptied into your boxers. Fireworks ignited themselves all over your body, fizzling with blinding embers. Your mouth fell open wide, eyebrows knitting together. Your toes curled up tight, overwhelming pleasure exploding inside you. Eddie kept going, chasing his own high.

"Fuck, that was so hot to watch. I'm almost there, baby." You did your best to bear with him despite your orgasm subsiding, your dick going limp in your sticky underwear. "Oh my- fuck!" He cried out, and you marveled at the sight of him losing control. His features mimicked yours, his breath shuddering harshly. His hands gripped your shoulders to ride it out, and his pelvis jerked into you as the waves crashed over him. He rolled over to lay beside you, panting heavily. "Jesus christ." He said simply, swallowing hard as he reached for his cigarettes. He was about to light one for himself, when you asked for one. He happily supplied it to you, holding the lighter up to ignite it. You snuggled up to him, flicking the ash into the tray he placed on his chest.

"You're so pretty when you cum." You blurted out, not fully realizing what you said. The alcohol was still weighing heavily on your inhibitions, letting any stray thoughts float past your lips. He just chuckled, kissing your damp forehead.

"So are you, baby." The two of you shared a look, realizing what was going on. This was more than just a one-time thing, the beginning pangs of budding romance thrummed between you. The two of you finished your smokes, passing out in each other's arms soon after.

That one magical night set the stage for what has been the most intense relationship of your life. There have been many cutesy dates, hot and heavy makeout sessions. You’ve frequently engaged in grinding against one another, before gradually moving on to handjobs and oral. The two of you still haven't gone all the way after all this time, but Eddie has shown you time and again he doesn't care about that. As long as you're comfortable and happy, he'll do anything you want.

Eddie's got you pinned against the cool tile of the bathroom wall now, palming your length through your pajamas as he sucks hickeys onto your neck. "Feels so good, baby." You say breathlessly, tugging his hair again to draw sexy noises from him.

"Let's go to bed, loverboy." Eddie stops touching you, and you whine at the loss. He snatches your hand, pulling you frantically down the hall to your bedroom. He leads you backwards to the bed with his palms on your chest, causing you to fall onto it when the mattress meets the backs of your knees. You scoot back, letting Eddie lay over you. He showers you with kisses, roaming haphazardly all over your neck and chest. His lips set your skin on fire, and you pull at the hem of his shirt to take it off. He sits up, slipping it over his head to toss it aside. He stands to remove his jeans and boxers, his hard cock slapping against his stomach as it's set free. You slip out of your bottoms, sitting against the headboard. He straddles your naked lap, sitting as close to you as he can. He strokes your cheek, giving you his full attention. "You want me to touch you, darling?" Eddie asks, waiting for your permission.

"Yes, please." You truly appreciate his special way of getting consent, asking if you want something he clearly desires to do to you. His big brown eyes stay on yours, almost hypnotizing you with their beauty. His hand slowly drags down your body, leaving a trail of tingles until he reaches your dick. He grasps the base of it. "Fuck." You mutter, watching as he lets a long drip of saliva fall from his lips onto your length. His large hand spreads the moisture around, pumping you at an agonizing pace. "Eddie." You moan, reaching up to bring his head to yours in a bruising kiss. You keep it brief, just long enough to steal his breath away. When you let him go, you spit into your hand before taking hold of his cock.

"Shit." Eddie groans, shuddering at the contact. You look into each other's eyes, mouths agape as pleasure builds up inside you. Your free hand grips his thigh, digging your nails into the flesh as he works you up. He leans forward, latching his mouth onto your neck again. A consistent stream of moans and curses leaves your lips as Eddie nips and sucks on your skin. "Do I make you feel good, sweetheart?" He asks lowly, taking your earlobe between his teeth.

"Yes, baby. So fuckin' good." You slide your palm up and down his cock with ease, gradually increasing speed. Eddie mirrors your actions, eagerly reciprocating the overwhelming sensation you bring him. You're both sweating profusely, every little sound and twitch heightening your excitement. "God, I love you." You say through your panting, earning a sharp bite on your throat. You moan louder than before, the pain only serves to push you further to the edge. You love when Eddie's rough with you, animalistic even. He claims you as his every chance he gets, and you happily let him do so.

"I love you too, Y/N. More than anything on this earth." He licks a long stripe over the rough bite he gave you, soothing the bruised skin. "Go faster, baby." He pleads, his own speed increasing again. He never thought an act like this could be so fulfilling, every other person he'd been with before always wanted to rush into sex. But most of those connections only lasted a night or two, and he could tell from the moment you walked into the Hideout that night that you were different. Special. And every little thing you let him do for you makes his heart flutter like nothing else can.

Immeasurable tension continues to build inside you, a burning flame in your belly stoked by undying love. Your hair sticks to your faces, and it's difficult for Eddie to continue straddling you as your legs have slicked over so much. You're getting very close, wanting so badly to lose control. You pump him as fast as you possibly can, knocking the air from his lungs. He almost falls off of you from all the perspiration, but he tightens his legs around you to hang on. "I'm almost there, baby. Keep going, just like that." You almost whine at him, and he rapidly strokes your dick in his fist. You're sprinting to the finish line together, chasing each other's highs. The unmistakable waves of ecstasy crash into you violently, threatening to drag you into the abyss.

"You gonna cum, darling?" Eddie asks, gazing over your glistening form. Your head is thrown back as far as it can go against the headboard, and your eyes beg him to give you the orgasm you so desperately want. You nod your head, unable to form coherent thoughts anymore. All you can manage is groans and calls of his name, and that's good enough for him. "C'mon, angel. Make a mess all over my hand." His words stutter slightly, signaling his own oncoming end. He crushes his lips onto yours, shoving his tongue past your teeth. This final aggressive action is exactly what it takes to make everything come crashing down. You cum simultaneously, moaning down each other's throats. Your hips stutter as your sticky load spurts onto Eddie's hand, and your nails draw blood as they scratch down his thigh.

His pelvis bucks into your fist through his own release, the thick liquid spilling between you from his clumsy thrusts. You keep your mouths glued together as the pleasure fades away, still tangling your tongues. When you need to breathe, you pull away and grab some tissues from the box on your bedside table. You hand some to Eddie, and you both clean yourselves up as best you can. The tissues are discarded into the trash, and Eddie removes himself from your lap to lay beside you. You pull the covers over the two of you, propping yourself up on your elbow to face him. "You're amazing, you know that?" You say simply, admiring his spent expression.

"Is that so?" He smirks, sitting up to get on your level. You reach forward to poke his nose with your finger, chuckling as his eyes cross to look at it.

"Yes, the most amazing man in the entire world." Eddie moves quickly to snap at your finger, but you pull it away just in time.

"Sneaky little shit." He teases, giving you another kiss. It's calm and loving, with no intention of going any further. You're both truly exhausted, barely fighting off the urge to pass out into deep sleep.

"Do you wanna move in with me?" You had been meaning to ask him for a while now, but you couldn't find an opportunity until now.

"What?" His eyes widen, unsure he heard you correctly.

"I said, do you wanna move in with me?" You repeat yourself, confident in your request. You've bonded so much over the last few months, and you want to share your space with him, build a home with him. Eddie thinks about it for a moment, before smiling wide at you.

"Yes, Y/N. I'd love to." He replies calmly, giving you yet another kiss. This one is more passionate, but he leads your heads to rest on the pillows in preparation for sleep. His warm hand cups your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You clumsily reach over to shut off your lamp, flicking the switch before tangling your legs with Eddie's. You break away one final time, meeting each other's gaze in the moonlight shining into the window above the bed. "I love you, sweetheart. I'm so fuckin' lucky I met you."

"I love you too, Eds. Let's get some rest, we've got a big day of packing up your stuff tomorrow." You both chuckle at that, absolutely giddy with the idea of living together. You turn over, letting Eddie spoon you. His arms wrap around your front, holding you as close as he can. You both drift off into much-needed sleep, dreaming of your future together.

The end.

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MDNI | dark!Eddie Munson content

After being together for 7 months, Eddie finally decided that he wanted to keep you forever to himself; so he made sure he did a good job kidnapping you at 3 o’clock in the morning, to take you to an abandoned house.

He didn’t even have to drug you, you actually sleep like a fucking boulder. If anything, small sounds wake you more than loud ones.

That was one of the things he loved most about you. Never a fight to put up with.

——

You’ve been trapped in this old, broken dusty room for 2 months now. You’re hungry. You’ve been hungry for hours, days, weeks..

Not to fear though, Eddie’s been right beside you the entire time. Never leaving your side… he won’t leave you alone for a second. It’s honestly bothersome.

——

When you awoke in this house months ago, you were confused. You knew he loved you.. alot but you didn’t think he would keep you away from the world.. forever.

His ears always perk up to the sound of your rumbling tummy, it’s loud enough to echo..

..because it’s been empty for weeks. other than the plate of crackers he brings you occasionally.

“Mm, someone’s hungry huh?” he asks with sarcasm and surprise

“I just filled you up last night baby, you need more?”

“Please.. Eddie I- I need real food my stomach hurts”—

“Shh, shh it’s okay I gotcha”, he says climbing on top of your bedded body, you’re too weak to protest. You did say you’d do anything for him when you guys met didn’t you?

“I know exactly what you need sweetheart, I’ll make that belly of yours full in no time”- he says pulling off your musky underwear, his cock already sprung out

“I’ll get ya so s-stuffed”—, he strains to say as he pushes his cock into you

“Ed please, not like this I’m starvin”—

Smack.

“I know you’re hungry, cock hungry, I’m giving you what you need aren’t I?” You nod sadly, as he pants, pounding into your sore, wet hole

“You should get real full after this, I might even give you seconds so you won’t go hungry again”

He knows you meant hungry for food, but his cock can fill you up just as satisfying as food can. His logic.

*stomach gurgling louder*

“Goddamn, you are hungry huh? Here ya go fuck— fuck I’m cummimg!!”, he shouts filling you to brim—

—

“There you go sweetie, bon appetite” he smirks, pulling out and cuddling you into his side

Silent tears roll down your face, all you wanted was a piece of bread. A crumb.. anything more..

*stomach growls*

His eyes widen, chuckling looking down at you

“Still gotta big appetite dontcha?” he flips you back on to your back

“I think you could go for more, I know you can, you’re just a selfish, needy little bunny” he says patting your belly as if he’s talking about real food this time.

You start to want to say no, but he interjects that you forgot your dessert. Tonight’s special. Cream pie.

But not the kind you wanted.

You’re so hungry.

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[canislupus-exe]

Good Boy | eddie munson

fandom | Stanger Things

character | Eddie Munson

reader | he/him/amab (she/her/afab ver.)

requested | anonymous

warnings | smut/nsfw, hair pulling, praise

word count | 1,412

keys | none

summary | look im just saying it cause we're all thinking it okay. eddie munson likes his hair being pulling. and i need a fic about it. top m reader bottom eddie on all fours (since you do multiple vers you could have the f reader peg him idk tho just a suggestion) in the beggining theyre just making out and the reader pulls his hair without realizing and eddie gives the WHINIEST moan ever and the reader is so into it and yeah nothing too hardcore maybe even some praise too i feel like hed be into that

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You exhaled through your nose as you pressed your lips against Eddie’s. His hands were gripped on your waist and yours were draped on his shoulders. The quiet tune of the radio rang in the back of your mind but you were far too preoccupied with your boyfriend to register what was playing.

You could feel his hard-on nestled underneath you, begging to be freed from his jeans. His fingers gripped your waist harder as your hips slid up and down in an attempt to rouse him even further. You could practically feel his heart beating through his ribcage as your hands traveled up his chest.

You pulled away to look at him, in all his glory. His lips were puffy from how long you’d been making out and his cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose pink. He blinked a slight haze from his eyes and smiled, which you rushed to return.

“You’re the prettiest boy on Earth Eddie.” You muttered, going back in for another kiss.

“Quit it.” He said with a smile. You shook your head, lips still attached to his.

“I mean it. You’re so pretty…” You replied. Your hands moved from his chest and up his neck, finding your fingers entangled in his messy locks.

“The prettiest.” You whispered in between bouts of pulling your lips away. You could feel him twitching in his jeans and his breathing becoming more strangled.

Without thinking, you tightened your grip on the roots of his hair, giving it a slight tug. His breath caught in his throat, and a melodic sound met your ears. Eddie's fingers gripped you tighter as he whimpered from the feeling of his hair being pulled.

You pulled away and stared at him, fingers still in his strands. He stared back at you, seemingly just as surprised by the noise that had come out of his throat as you were. His chest rose and fell at a rate you weren’t sure you’d seen before.

“Did you just-”

“I don’t know.” He cut you off with a quickness, but you could see a sort of glint in his eyes. You bit your lip, and pulled again, slightly harder this time. The moan that came out of his lips was so pornographic that a chill ran down your spine.

“Holy fuck.” You whispered, staring at him with a look of bemusement. He stared back, eyes wide, but cock so hard you thought it might pop the button on his jeans.

“You like your hair being pulled.” You stated, so matter of factly you'd think you had known that for years. He opened his mouth to respond, but you felt the need to tease him further, so instead of letting him speak, you pulled his hair again, eliciting another one of those whiny moans that were starting to make you feel lightheaded with pure lust. 

“Oh, you’re in for one now sweetheart.” You whispered, giving him a gentle kiss on his lips before pushing him so he was lying on his back. He stared up at you with wide eyes as you straddled him.

You did quick work of both of your clothes, wasting no time teasing him any longer. Sure enough, his poor cock was standing at attention, tip leaking pre-cum already. You smirked and kissed his neck, his collarbones, then down his chest and stomach, and paused just before you got to his dick. You looked up at him and smiled, kissing back up where you had kissed down. You could hear how heavy his breathing was when you whispered into his ear.

“I’m on top tonight.” You said, backing up so you could reach over and fumble with the bedside table’s drawer. You grabbed a bottle of lube and saw his face flush further. You popped open the cap and squeezed a decent helping onto your middle and ring fingers.

You gently pressed your lubed fingertips to his entrance, and he jolted at the cold sensation. It was nothing he wasn’t used to, but it still made him jump every time. You were gentle with him at first, as always, but when his breathing began to pick up its pace so did your fingers. Once you decided he was properly stretched and equally pent up, you pulled your fingers out and drizzled a little more lube on your palm.

You laid it against your shaft and shuttered at its temperature. The cool liquid mixed with the pleasure of stroking yourself made your spine tingle. He watched your hand work its way up and down your cock, feeling his twitch with excitement. After you were substantially hard and coated in lube, you leaned over and kissed him.

“Hands and knees sweetheart.” You whispered in his ear. The firm assertion in your tone made him weak and warm in the face, so he did as he was told. Turning around and bending over, giving you full access to his ass.

But he did one further. He didn’t just get on his hand and knees. Instead, he placed his weight on his chest, arching his back to give you ample room to pound into him It was so hot that it sent an intense full-body shiver straight down your spine. You were so wrapped up in your lust that you spoke without thinking.

“You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen baby.” You whispered, grabbing his hips and pulling him toward you. He whimpered as he felt the head of your cock press against his entrance. You bit your lip as you began to push in further, watching his fists grip the sheets.

“You’re taking me so good baby. Being such a good boy for me.” You moaned at the feeling of him gripping your shaft tighter. 

“Fuck baby you like that? You like when I call you my good boy?” You ask, bottoming out inside of him. He whimpers and furiously nods his head. You smirk and lean over, tangling your fingers in his hair again and pulling at the roots. 

“Use your words baby.” You say, keeping one hand tugging at his hair and the other affixed on his waist, pulling him back onto you. He whimpered again, opening his mouth to speak but a few moans stumbled out by chance.

“Y-yes… More.” He groaned, his breathing heavy. You did as he asked, picking up your pace and fucking him harder.

“Like your hair being pulled and like taking it up the ass like a god boy. Such a good fucking boy for me baby.” You groaned, your voice a deep growl unlike it had ever been before. He was gasping and tightening around your cock, so much so that you were finding it almost challenging to continue to thrust. The lube aided you greatly.

You continued fucking him to his limit, watching him shake with pleasure underneath you as you surely made his roots sore. He gasped and let out such a loud moan that you knew where your cock was aiming. Straight for his prostate. And he did not let you forget it. Every thrust brought up a whimper of no contest, and after a few more pounds into his ass, he was begging.

“Please please please. I want to cum please let me cum.” He leaned into your touch as the words spilled from his mouth in hot desperation. You groaned and moved faster than you ever have. Fingers tangled in his hair, yanking it to the sound of his pleading.

“Be a good boy and cum for me, Eddie. Wanna feel how tight you can get on my cock.” You groaned, leaning over his back to fuck him faster.

With one arm tucked under his body and the other still pulling his hair, you thrust your hips over and over, pushing him to the brink. His body seized up and moans began to spill from his mouth as he clenched tight around you. Strings of cum shot from his cockhead and you shivered, the immense tightness of his hole and the sight of him losing himself proved to be too much for you. 

You groaned as your hips stuttered, releasing your load of cum inside of him. He whimpered at the feeling and continued to shake, overwhelmed by the pleasure and feeling of you emptying out inside of him. He gasped for air, letting the weight of his body fall onto the bed.

“Was I… g-good?”

“You were so good, baby. Such a good boy.”

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[gayaristocrat]

This is just me being a slut, like my name 🌚, but wearing a skirt for Eddie for the first time 🤭

Like he’s just rambling and rambling then he notices that you’ve changed from pants to the skirt and then he starts being absolutely feral

Then he spreads your leg and starts kissing his way up your thighs and you’re just leaking like crazy underneath, leaving a wet spot on the front

And he makes you keep it on as he rails the fuck out of you

Tw: (m/n) wearing skirt and panties, biting, Mechanic Eddie

A/n: thank you @luns-world world and @marilynmonroefanfics for proofreading this for me

Eddie would lose his mind over (m/n) wearing a skirt. He’s always begged him to wear one and (m/n)’s response was always “maybe one day”. Well today was finally that day. Knowing how Eddie easily gets stressed at the mechanic shop, he decided to wait till Eddie left for work to go out and buy everything.

Once Eddie got home he started rambling about how busy the shop was and dealing with impatient customers when you quietly excused yourself to go change. Since you wore everything underneath you were easily able to just drop your pants and go back to the kitchen, leaning on the doorway waiting for him to turn around and notice.

“then I spilled oil all over my shirt and- woah…weren’t you just wearing pants earlier how did you….fuck that’s hot”

Eddie paused for a second to look at you in a pretty blue skirt, knowing damn well that skirt was too short and left little to the imagination. Your beautiful thighs exposed for him to see, unable to decide if he should grab them, bruise them, spank them, or suffocate between them. He feels heat rise to his face and his pants tighten and his dick twitch before rushing and picking up, taking you both to the bedroom sitting you down on the edge of the bed. Eddie starts kissing up (m/n)’s legs, slowly spreading them only to find him wearing a matching set of blue panties.

“Shit babe, you went all out just for me” Eddie says with a smirk playing with your clothed cock, hungrily watching as your leaky cock stains the pretty lace blue pantie. He then hikes your legs on his shoulders kissing your thighs leaving hickies and an occasional bite mark on each one. He finally makes it to your hard cock, and you feel his breath engulf it causing you to shudder from the warmth. Getting impatient Eddie gently bites the pantie before pulling it down with his teeth exposing your hard cock. He licks his lips before using his tongue to draw a long stripe from your balls to your tip licking off the escaping precum. Eddie hums to himself tasting the sweetness yet salty pre.

“thank you baby, I really needed this.”

Eddie totally makes you wear the skirt as you ride his cock. Each movement causes the skirt to flutter up letting him see his cock go in and out of your ass, making him go absolutely feral. He grabs your cheeks and slap them every time you slow down, causing you to keep up speed. “yeah, ride it baby. don’t stop for me”

Eddie’s thing for skirts only worsens because of this, so he definitely buys (m/n) more skirts. He may even buy fishnets too (he totally does).

[bloodyboi]

What was the most embarrassing things reader/YN has ever done in a smut you’ve seen?

[l1tw1ck]

Jam Session

bottom!ftm Eddie x top!masc reader

took creative liberties and gave him a dad bod 👉🏾👈🏾

☆ Word Count: 1,374 ☆

↳ [REQUEST] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Cheating, Age Gap, Cunnilingus, Squirting, Creampie

You can't stop thinking about Eddie Munson. The super hot dad from across the street. He’s married but that doesn't stop you from fantasizing about him. About him on his knees, in your bed, against his kitchen counter, anything that comes to mind. You just want to take him and claim him as yours, steal him away from his useless husband. You could treat Eddie so well.

Eddie invited you over to play music with him. It’s a regular thing but this time, he's home alone. No kids, no pesky husband, just you and him.

“So…how's the spouse?” You ask, sitting down on the couch and placing your instrument case next to the couch. “Is he treating you well?”

He frowns. “Not really. We don't get along as well as we used to.” He tunes his guitar.

You hold back a grin. “Why?”

“He just doesn't give me what I need…” He trails off, realizing he might've shared too much information.

“I could.”

“What?”

“I could give you everything you need. I could take care of you, make you feel good.” You hold his cheek in your hand. “Just give me a chance.”

Eddie blushes, desperate for any kind of affection. It's not like he hasn't fantasized about you before. How your hands would feel on his body, how your tongue would feel inside of him, or how big you might be…

“I’m a whole lot older than you,” He starts, placing his guitar in its case. “Why would you want someone like me?”

“Why wouldn't I? You're the hottest man I've ever seen, your age doesn't matter. I want to give you everything you’ll ever want, let me.”

He hesitates before going in to kiss you. You grab his waist and place him onto your lap, groping his ass while deepening the kiss. Eddie rolls his hips, already getting aroused from the way you touch him. He tugs down your pants, your underwear coming down next, and reaches for your cock. He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at your length. “Fuck…you’re bigger than him..” He whispers, boosting your ego. He spits on your cock before wrapping his fist around it and jerking you off. “Shoulda done this earlier..”

“Yeah, you should've.” You smile. “Let’s make up for lost time.” You pick him up and bring him to his bedroom. You place him onto the bed and help him get his clothes off. “God, you're so fucking hot..”

His body is perfect and you can't stop staring. You slot yourself in between his legs and press kisses along his body from his neck to his chest and down to his happy trail. You move your body to be face to face with his pussy and press a kiss to his little t-dick. Your tongue trails down from there to his hole before burying your face in his chubby cunt and eating him out, devouring his delicious wetness. Eddie rolls his head back and lets out the prettiest sounds. He hasn't been touched in what feels like years. And he’s never had his pussy eaten before. He feels like he could come in minutes. Seconds, even.

Eddie subconsciously closes his thighs on you, suffocating you in his pussy. You keep going regardless, eating him out like a mad man. Your tongue reaches his g-spot, a surge of pleasure running through his body. “Th- there!” He cries out, squeezing your head harder. “Oh God—” He bites his lip and shuts his eyes closed, squirting on your tongue. “Fuck…[Name]..” He relaxes his body, allowing you to pull away. He hasn't come this hard in…well, ever.

You look at him, face shining with his juices. “You taste so good, Eddie.”

“Your- your fucking tongue, Jesus- I can't think straight-” He covers his face. “I- Fuck..”

“D’you want more?”

“please–” His voice cracks.

You bury yourself back in between his legs, kissing his little cock before enveloping it in your mouth. Eddie’s eyes widen as you suck on one of the most sensitive parts of his body. Two of your fingers slip into his aching hole with ease. You begin to slide them in and out of him while gently sucking on his dick. Eddie starts to sob, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

“oh- Yes~!” He cries out. “[Name]!”

You angle your fingers at his g-spot, earning a breathy “Fuck!” from Eddie. You pound into the area mercilessly, drawing him into another orgasm.

“Ss~ so good! I’m gon- uh~!” He suddenly throws his head back and squirts. He mumbles your name dreamily, body twitching. You plant soft kisses all over his thighs before pulling away.

You let Eddie recover from his orgasm before doing anything more.

Eddie reaches over to the side drawer, hands shaking as he fishes out an unopened box of condoms. He checks the expiration date and frowns. It expired two years ago. It's not like they would've fit you anyway.

You can tell by his expression that the condoms are no good. “Should I go get some?” You weren't expecting any of this to happen and you didn't have a need for condoms so of course you didn't have any either.

“It's- it's fine, just pull out, okay?” He turns to the side and plays with a strand of his hair. “I don't wanna wait..”

You pull your pants down completely and slot your body in between his legs. You start to ease into him, going slowly and taking in his warmth. Eddie whimpers and watches as he envelops your cock, his cunt stretching to take your girth.

“You don't know how amazing you feel, Eddie..” You speak in a low voice, falling in love with the feeling of his velvety pussy. You gently run your hands along his body as you bottom out, a soft smile on your face. “I've wanted this for so long, baby. I’m gonna give you what you deserve.”

Eddie blushes. “please..” He whispers. “Fuck me, [Name].”

You're so deep inside him, his husband pales in comparison.

You grab hold of his thighs and raise his legs high before gently thrusting into him. You admire the hazy expression on Eddie's face, his cheeks are flushed red. You lean into his neck and press soft kisses along his flesh. It's unfortunate that you can't make any marks on him. You slowly pick up the pace, starting to move faster until your thrusts turn quick and passionate. Eddie clutches the sheets as pretty moans escape his soft lips, your thrusts are making him see stars. He's never felt like this before, you're hitting all the right spots. He didn’t know sex could feel this good.

“Yes! [Name]!” Eddie gasps. “Fuck-”

The bed shakes and creaks as you thrust into him, practically claiming his pussy as yours. Both you and Eddie know he won't be satisfied with anyone else after this. His hair and face are a mess. He’s never gotten like this before. He doesn't want it to stop.

You bring Eddie into a sloppy kiss, kissing him like you’ll never touch him again. He wraps his hands around your neck to keep you close to him. Neither of you have been this intimate with anybody before. It feels like you've been missing out on each other’s touch all your lives.

You reluctantly part from the kiss in favor of breathing. You wish you didn't need to because otherwise, you’d be kissing him all day.

“Shit–” He bites his lip. “I'm close-”

You bring your hand down to jerk him off, causing Eddie to dig his nails into your skin. You're basically on cloud 9 so it doesn't even hurt. “Let’s come together, baby.”

He feels even more turned on hearing that. Neither of you are in your right mind, the promise to pull out has been completely thrown out the window and Eddie wants nothing more than to feel you come inside him.

Just a few moments later, the two of you are having an orgasm at almost the same time with Eddie milking your cock for all it's worth.

The sane part of you is aware of the mistake you just made but the other part doesn't even care. It's a problem for tomorrow.

[eddiemunsonslibrary]

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[eddiesxangel]

Imagine texting with older!rockstarEddie for a while, not even going out on an official date yet but you both like one another.

Out of no where you’re feeling brave and decide to send him a naughty pic but you send it with the invisible ink effect because you’re not sure if he’s alone.

Eddie can’t figure out what it is or how to see the picture and he just gets frustrated and taps the screen a bunch and is visibly getting frustrated. Jeff offers to help but poor guy had no idea that it would be a picture of you like that 😭 and Ed’s is peering over his shoulder as he unveils the photo and snatches the phone from Jeff so quick.

Poor Jeff tries to pretend he didn’t see anything bc Eddie is so possessive. He shoves the phone back in his pants pocket because he has work to do. A few hours later you ended up getting a very a stern phone call from him later when he was done in the studio 😅😅😅