#jealous!Eddie

[eddiestightywhities]

eddie got wind of the bucktommy daddy issues line via hen and thought fuck you, kinard, there is no way you can grow facial hair like a newly gym-ratted half-mexican texan can and proceeded to grow a full lush beard in a little under forty minutes just so he could shave it into a mustache so gay that it'd put freddie fucking mercury to shame, and then buck took one look at eddie and immediately went subconsciously cerifiably insane and shaved off his sideburns in a wildly desperate attempt to twink himself up

[somethingvicked]

Number one

Eddie Munson one-shot.

Warnings: female reader, jealousy, language, smut.

Eddie was livid. He knew he was being ridiculous but he couldn’t help himself. You were chattering away with Sebastian and the way you were chirping at him, your eyes never moving away from his face made Eddie grit his teeth.

Usually he loved hearing you chat about anything. But that was when you talked to him, not your former best friend.

Yes, former. Because Eddie was your best friend. Had been ever since Sebastian moved away.

Sebastian abandoned you – how could you forget that?

And that Eddie had seen you eating lunch by yourself at an empty table and felt his throat close up at the thought of you being all alone.

He had invited you over to the Hellfire table, just so you wouldn’t have to sit alone and ever since that day he and you had been inseparable.

So inseparable that when Eddie finally managed to graduate high school you two had gotten an apartment together over the record store where both of you now worked.

When Sebastian called and wondered if he could visit for a day while he was on a roadtrip with his family you had happily said yes. Eddie hadn’t thought anything of it then – he knew you missed Sebastian.

But now… now he just wanted to kill the guy that hogged all your attention and made you giggle, with references to movies he’d never watched with you or books he’d never read and shared with you.

He had been furious when Sebastian had made you lunch – pancakes – and you had squealed with joy, saying how much you loved pancakes and how good Sebastian was at making them; he could even turn the pancakes in the air.

Eddie was a lousy cook which was why you always cooked for the two of them. But now he wished he had tried a bit more.

He was surprised at himself. He had always known he loved you. But he had never thought much of how he loved you. For so long there had only been you and him. Yes, the other Hellfire guys were your friends too, as was Steve, Jonathan and Argyle.

But Eddie and you… you two were special. He had never felt this threatened about your connection before.

The other guys… they were your friends, yes. What Eddie and you had… that was special. He didn’t have a word for it. And he didn’t want anyone else to have that with you!

He had never thought much about your friendship with Sebastian. He knew you two had been best friends before he and the Hellfire guys ‘adopted’ you. But for some reason he always thought that you and him… you were better friends.

He was your number one. And you were his too.

Had he been wrong? Was Sebastian in fact your number one and he had just been a nice stand-in all these years?

When you suggested that you and Eddie took Sebastian with you to the Hideout Eddie had almost exploded. The Hideout was his turf! He performed there, he had bartended there – he was the one that introduced you to the Hideout. And now you wanted to bring Sebastian there?!

“You go, I don’t feel like it,” he had grumbled and stomped out of the apartment. The last thing he saw was your jaw dropping at his behavior and childishly he felt it served you right.

What did it matter to you if Eddie wasn’t around, now that you had gotten your number one back, huh?!

Eddie spent the evening at his old picnic table, smoking cigarette after cigarette (after starting with a joint), looking up at the stars.

He remembered when you had said that this spot could be used for more than business – that it was perfect for stargazing too.

Numerous nights you two had gone here, watching the stars and the moon. You were so hopelessly in awe of the moon, no matter what phase it was in.

It was late at night when he finally drove back home and walked inside. You sat at the kitchen counter, your arms crossed, clearly waiting for him.

Another time he might have stumbled from how good you looked – you were dressed in a red plaid skirt, black knee socks and a black polo.

“Where have you been?” you asked, your voice tight with irritation.

“What’s it to you?” Eddie replied, knowing exactly how petulant he sounded.

You shook your head. “What is your problem?! You’ve been acted like a jerk all day! Do you know how embarrassing it is having bragged to Sebastian on how great of a guy you are and then you treat him so horrible and act like a dick?”

“Well, so sorry that I don’t measure up to…” Eddie started before your words registered in his mind. You had bragged about him? To Sebastian?

But you had already heard him, so you looked at him with wide, confused eyes. “What are you talking about? Measure up to what?”

Eddie looked away. “Well… you and him were best friends before you and me. I get it, he will always be first to you. But do you have to rub it in my face?”

You looked at him as if he was crazy. “What? Eddie… what on Earth are you talking about? You think this is about… which one of you I like best?”

“No, I just told you, I know you like Sebastian best, I just…”

“Eddie. Shut up,” you all but yelled.

That took him by surprise, you yelled so rarely that he was struck with silence.

“Eddie. Where is this coming from?” you asked softly. Then a smile suddenly spread over your face. “Wait, are you jealous?”

Eddie felt his cheeks heat up and he quickly looked away again.

“Oh, Eds,” you whispered and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around him. “Look, I do love Sebastian. He and I have known each other since we were two years old. But that doesn’t mean I value you or what we have less than him! But… I do think you’re right. Me and Sebastian, it’s different from you and I.”

Eddie felt like you had slapped him. So he had been right all along! 

But then, you cupped his face, making him look at you. “You and I… there’s a lot of differences. I… I’ve never checked out Sebastian’s ass when he bends over. I’ve never… I’ve never wanted to tug on Sebastian’s hair when he hugs me. I’ve never wished that he would kiss me after he hugs me. I’ve never… I’ve never used my vibrator and cried out Sebastian’s name when I cum.”

Eddie briefly wondered if the joint he had smoked earlier had been laced with something stronger and he was having hallucinations. His jaw hung open as he listened to you, feeling his mouth water and his dick harden when you all but described how you masturbated to the thought of him.

“R-really?” he stuttered out.

“Yes,” you said, running your fingers through his hair. “And… and I never thought you felt the same. Because I was just this girl you took pity on in junior high. Just like you take all your little sheep under your wing.”

Eddie almost choked on his own spit. “Sweetheart,” he exhaled, “you’re not one of my sheep. You… you are the reason I fucking breathe!”

He thought he saw your eyes mist over in tears before you finally, finally crashed your lips against his and he wrapped his arms around you, hands immediately going to your ass, squeezing it as he lifted you up, pressing you as close as possible.

You whimpered when you found him already hard, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your core against him. Eddie slipped his tongue inside your mouth, tasting you, moaning deeply both from your kiss and how you pressed your covered cunt against his cock, trying his best to find the first available surface to press you up against.

Luckily he felt the kitchen counter bump against his hip and he sat you down on it, still kissing you as he pushed your legs even further apart, stepping in between them and pressing kisses to your neck, leaving marks in his path.

You whined against him, pushing his denim vest and leather jacket off, pulling at his flannel shirt so the buttons flew all over the kitchen. When you found he wore a tank top beneath it you grumbled in annoyance. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?!

“Why are you wearing so little?” Eddie growled in reply, pushing your skirt up, “showing everyone what’s mine?”

“Because I thought you would come with us!” you bit back at him, making him glare at you, and smashing his lips to yours again.

That silenced you and when he his finger went to your already soaked panties, rubbing you on top of the material you squeaked, back bending backwards.

“Eds…!”

“That’s right. Say my name, tell me who you belong to!”

“You! I promise, Eds, only you! You’re the only one I want!”

“Good girl,” he told you, raising your arms above your head, pulling the polo shirt off you, leaving you in your bra.

“Such pretty tits,” he whispered, reaching behind you to unhook the bra. He wanted to feel those beautiful boobs pressed against his own chest, tease your nipples with his chest hair, so he quickly took off his tank top and hoisted you up into his arms again, walking toward his bedroom.

You dragged your nails along his back kissing his neck and pulling on his hair, just like you had said you wanted.

Eddie tossed you onto the bed, watching your breasts bounce with you as you hit the mattress.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled.

“So are you, Eds,” you whispered, wiggling out of your skirt and letting him see the soaked black thong you wore.

He frowned and leaned forward, grabbing on to the lace and let the elastic snatch against your skin. “Who did you wear this for?”

“You! I told you…”

“Good answer,” he interrupted you, sitting down on his knees, spreading you open. He leaned forward and inhaled deeply, licking his lips at your scent.

“Fuck, Y/N. You smell exquisite. You want me to taste that sweet pussy of yours, don’t you?”

“Yes!” you wailed, bucking your hips.

“Me too,” Eddie said, moving down and licked a stripe over your soaked panties. “Mmm… I’m going to keep these from now on. Forget my bandana, this is what I’ll keep in my back pocket from this day forward.

He pulled at your thong so hard that it ripped and did just what he had said, placing it in the pocket of his jeans before slowly separating your lips and licking you from hole to clit, humming at your taste.

“Oh God! Eddie, please…!”

He had thought to spend a good bit of time eating you out but you had other plans. After he had licked you a second time you pulled him up and unzipped his jeans.

“Get these off,” you muttered. “I need you. Need you in me! I feel like I’ll die if I go a minute longer without your cock.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Eddie said, ridding himself of his jeans and boxers and the look you gave him when you saw his cock for the first time… it almost made him cum on the spot.

“Inside!” you nearly screamed, yelling for the second time today.

Eddie placed your legs over his shoulders and then finally pressed inside you, making both of you moan in tandem.

“Shit… you’re so tight, Y/N, baby…” he groaned, concentrating on his breathing so he wouldn't shoot off like a rocket.

“You feel so good,” Y/N sobbed. “Better than I ever imagined. Fuck me, Eddie, fuck me!”

“Your wish is my command,” Eddie choked out and started to move. You were moving with him, arching your hips every time he thrust into you to take him deeper. He felt himself hit that spot deep inside you, and soon you couldn’t even moan anymore, you just screamed. Screamed and raked your nails down his back leaving deep marks, body bent in an arch, making your breasts rub against his chest every time you two moved. He had barely reached down between you two to rub your clit again when your scream turned a pitch louder and his eyes widened as he felt you squeeze him so tight he almost lost the feeling in his cock.

You sprayed him with fluids, your eyes rolling back into your head as you just kept screaming.

She’s still cumming, Eddie thought, increasing his pace to get to his own climax, still with your screams echoing in his ears, tears running down your face, sweat breaking out on your forehead and chest.

“Eddie…! Eds…! Eddie, honey…!” you sobbed as he finally filled you up, claiming you.

You bucked a few extra times, making him sob too from the overstimulation before you sank down against the mattress again. You looked like you had just ran a marathon, your heart thundering like crazy against his chest.

“Yikes,” he said when he finally found his voice again. “You really… you came that hard?”

“That’s how long I’ve wanted you, it’s been building up,” you whispered, hoarse from the screaming. “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you too. “

“About earlier…”

Eddie blushed. “Please, we don’t have to…”

“Eddie, listen. Sebastian is and will always be my friend. But you… you will always be my number one. In everything.”

Eddie smiled and kissed you. “By the way… where is Sebastian, I thought he would stay until tomorrow?”

You giggled. “He met a girl at the Hideout and followed her home. So you see… I’m his best friend too but clearly not his number one.”

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[eddieismissing]

WHEN I GET HOME YOU’RE SO DEAD!

part one. || part two. || part three.

(based on the song when i get home youre so dead by mayday parade)

after your argument with eddie about your infidelity, things were still unclear. but your boyfriend still loved you, after all he had saved you from that man in the ally of his favorite dingy bar. (not before publicly humiliating both you and his steve during his performance of a new original song). steve unwillingly brought you both back to eddie's trailer after your boyfriend demanded him to.. you were going to kiss him before he lost his temper. 7K+ words.

rockstar!eddie munson x reader. 

warnings: 18+, angst, fighting, infidelity, crying, dark content, choking, dirty talk, biting, teasing, degradation, dumbification, markings, obsessive behavior, violence, rockstar!eddie, unprotected p in v, breeding, hair pulling, slapping, biting, dom!eddie, dark!eddie, daddy kink (if you squint), sir!eddie, mean!eddie, bondage, rough stuff, aftercare, pushing limits, use of safewords, misunderstandings, subspace, domdrop, soft!eddie, fluff & aftercare, two idiots in love, solving conflict, and things I'm sure I missed.

this is the final part! enjoy!

SMUT DIRECTLY UNDER THE CUT. NO MINORS PLEASE. 18+.

“Now.. kiss me.. kiss me like you kissed him.” 

You couldn’t move. 

A tight grip wrapped around your throat suddenly. Eddie looked vicious. He was a snake constricting his prey before striking. His eyes were inticiting you to come closer and the tongue that licked his dry lips told you he couldn’t wait to indulge in you. Daring to face the predator before you, you pushed against his touch and kissed him softly. As sick and twisted as it was, you knew the man before you could and would break you. Never have you crossed each other's boundaries, but many boundaries had been crossed when you kissed Steve. It was only fair, he thought, for him to devour you how he had always wanted to. What he had in mind now was deadly and unaware of what was in store, you still trusted him. Eddie planned to swallow you whole like a python with a small meek mouse. 

He growled deeply from his throat as his soft lips met yours. When you didn’t make an effort to deepen the kiss Eddie thought you were refusing to give him what he wanted. The next move was almost a blur to you and your senses. He pulled away. An open palm was suddenly in your field of vision before a loud ‘smack’ hit you on your left cheek. Your head turned with the force, and a yelp almost left your throat. Before you had the chance the hand on your throat lifted to cover your mouth and he pulled you to look at him. He watched your eyes pool with tears.

“That was how you kissed him?”

“Nothing more. Noting less Ed’s.” you answered.

He didn’t like that attitude. He growled, “I’m going to tell you this once, pretty girl. You will obey my every demand, action, and move tonight. If I push you too far, you will shut up and deal with it. m’kay?” 

That was the hardest Eddie had ever hit you. His palm that was over your lips slowly moved back down your throat and to the top of your shirt. He waited for you to answer as his fingers idly played with the collar of your shirt.

“Yes, sir.” You obliged. 

A glint of love danced in his eyes, but it remained heavily shielded from you and instead clouded with desire. Eddie let out a small laugh before he moved to grip your hips and lift you in the air so you were straddling his hips with your legs wrapped around him again, he barely huffed as your body weight shifted against him so he could carry you down the hall and to his dark bedroom. Eddie’s hair tickled your neck as he worked sloppy kisses into your skin. 

“Atta girl..” he hummed, “just needed a good talking to.” he said while opening his door.

Your back hit his bed with a thud. As you laid down he was pouncing on you. He straddled your waist with his knees to hold you down. His body weight completely sat on you while you struggled. You looked up at him with a touch of fear, curious to how he was going to punish you. The glint in your eyes mixing with your soft pout drove him wild. He almost forgot why he was mad at you, almost.

“Hands over your head. Now.” 

You answered him softly, but your whisper was drowned out as he worked on taking your shirt off. Unrestricting you from your clothes, you followed his movements to obey him. Before you could blink Eddie was unhooking your bra. He groaned when he watched your chest move up and down with your quick inhales and exhales. You were unmarked. Both of you hadn’t had the opportunity to mark each other as your own because of the fight and Eddie was dying to make you his again, you craved it just as much.

“Don’t speak unless spoken to. Don’t fucking whine. And don’t you dare move. Gonna mess up my work here, sweetheart.” he growled, laying out his rules.

You stayed as still as you could. Your boyfriend slowly moved off of your hips and down your body. His chest rested right over your warm center while your legs opened for him, his head sat on your stomach. His curls tickled you while he worked his wet tongue on your tummy. Eddie sucked a dark mark above your belly button before he began working on the left side of your chest. A sharp pain was all you could feel when he bit your nipple. He gripped your side harshly to hold you still and the pain of his sharp canines mixed with your pleasure made your back arch. He quickly changed his position to be over you. You could see his eyes watching yours in the dark before you caught him glancing at your lips.

“I said. Don’t. Fucking. Move.” 

“I'm so stupid. I’m sorry. I… I won’t move, sir.” he smiled. “and.. I should’ve never kissed Steve, Eddie.” you said breathlessly.

“Don’t. Do not fucking say his name. I don’t want to hear his name on your lips again.” 

And then he was pulling you in for a hard kiss, biting your lip painfully. You let a moan out into his mouth before he pulled away. Eddie glared at you while moving down your body again he began to work on the right side of your chest. Giving the same amount of love to your other nipple.

“I bet you didn’t squirm like this for Stevie, huh?” he hummed. “mhm, but whores like you get so sensitive, don’t you?” he moaned.

You managed to stay still after that comment. While he worked against your skin lazily, the softness of his tongue left chills in his wake. The darkness of his room clouded most of your senses. Then you felt him move to your hips. His lips sucked even darker spots on your hip bones. Him being so close to where you wanted him made you tense up. You didn’t dare move again and you listened to him hum appraisingly to nonverbally let you know he appreciated you. Eddie loved the taste of your skin on his tongue. When he pulled away, in the dark lighting, he could make out five marks. One under your nipple on both your right and left side, one above your belly button, and two on each of your hips, slightly above where your jeans hugged your waist. You heard him groan. Where he had bitten and bruised was so sensitive to the touch. His pointer finger reached out to dig into the soft tissue on your hips before he started again on your skin. Being sure to dig his fingers even deeper into the tender skin when you seemed to get used to the sensation. He would moan with you when you would cry out for him. He fucking loved when he caused you pain, especially now. You winced while he applied pressure to the fresh bruises and made new ones. Eddie just needed to connect the dots to finish his work.

“Your doing so good for me… Im just getting started and you’re already so fucking horny.” He raised up and tapped your cheek with his palm. “Open up, bitch���, you obeyed and nodded. Eddie leaned down and spit in your throat. “Swallow it.” He watched your throat constrict. You whined, he mocked your cries, “I'm almost done. Keep staying still for me.”

His taste and touch clouded your system as he slowly pushed you into a good headspace. He knew he had to be just gentle and demanding enough to get you out of your head completely. He had to pace himself. As much as he wanted to, he needed you to float further down before he could really start being harsh. He moved to work on your stomach and chest again with ease as he connected the blushing dots on your skin to make a nice 'M’. For mine, he thought. Muson. He wished he could carve it into your skin with his teeth. If Steve or anyone ever dared to try and touch you, they would know you were off limits. Maybe he could fuck you dumb and convince you that you needed his mark on you permanently. 

“Ah.. haha. There we go. Wasn’t so hard to stay still was it, dummy?” He looked down at you in the dark. As you nodded at him, you answered, “No, sir.” 

The gleam of his teeth told you he was smiling down at you. You wiggled under him as he pushed his rough calloused fingers into the waist of your jeans and slowly pulled them off. He let you get away with a soft pathetic moan as he worked them down your ankles. You knew what was coming next and Eddie knew he had pushed you far into your subspace. Now it would be even harder for you to obey his rules.

“to..touch me, please.”

Eddie ignores you while you whine, and then suddenly between your hips. His tongue starts dragging and flicking against your gushy, sticky cunt through your panties. The dark damp spot revealing all he needs to know as you struggle to keep your composure. His sparkly eyes meet yours in the dark as he listens to you pout. He smacks his hand against your cunt.

“If you’re gonna fucking whine you might as well make it loud. Lemme hear you, whore.” 

His hands curl around your thighs as he pulls you closer and laps up your taste. He hums against you and the vibration goes straight to your core. After his brutal teasing he knows it won't take you long before you're coming undone. His teeth bite your clit through the cotton. Your hands quickly dig into his messy fringe of curls as you try to drag his mouth closer to your center. Your hips mindlessly moving. Eddie moves his head to the right of your pussy and bites again. This time harder. You try pulling away but his mouth is latched onto your thing. Teeth pinching your skin harshly. Squeezing at your thighs with brutal force, his lips pull away from your clothed cunt with a soft 'pop'. You gasp as he grins toothily.

"Look how messy she is for me, baby. oh, poor fucking pussy, baby. She loves me more than she could ever love Steve." he sighed, looking up at you. 

You watch him playfully roll his eyes into the back of his head as his long tongue trails from your entrance to your clit. Glistening with his spit and your slick before his palm collides with your hot cunt again. His heavy biker rings leaving a sting you hardly enjoy. Your eyes tear with oversensitivity. 

“That’s right fucking take what you’re given, stupid slut.” he moves your restricting panties to the side and spits on your hot cunt before moaning.

Then Eddie’s back to working against your clit, tongue swirling and teeth biting your sensitive bud as he tries to remind himself to refrain from getting drunk off your pussy. You shiver, his fingers dance up your stomach, pinching around your taut, bruised nipples. 

“Did your little toy fuck you this good? Huh? I bet you were all wet for him too.. Weren’t you?” He cried. You whine over him as he practically yells his weaponized words at you. 

“No. I.. no he never.. touched me.” you cried. “I promise.”

Eddie lets his fingertips pull your panties to the side even further, the clothing stretching. “Oh sweetheart... don’t sound so disappointed… did my girl want him to touch her?” When he spoke, his fingertips brushed around the rim of your entrance. "No. Eddie.. only you. please. ple-." you whisper, voice shaky, and tears threaten to pour as he brushes and teases you.

He bites your inner thigh, closer to your core this time but only inches from the other bite mark. You try moaning his name but before the sound meets his ears he’s driving his middle finger deep in your pussy. Lips suckling at your clit as he smiles devilishly in the dark at you. His finger drives into you as you moan with his thrust. He pulls back to spit on you again, covering you in even more of a mix of both yours and his juices. He likes you sloppy.

“Yeah, baby? This pussy is fucking mine. It’s mine and forever will be mine. You have no idea how much I love this precious little cunt. You take me so fucccking well.” 

You were so easy to pull apart. you keen, eyes rolling into the back of your skull in shrill awe. “Eddi- fuck. I want to cum, pleasepleaseplease.” He slows his movements, “Oh sweetheart, were gonna make a deal m’kay..?” Eddie watches you nod viciously, “Yes, sir. Anything. Please.” you cry out. He nods at your good behavior. “You pick.. you don’t cum for the entire night, and i get to use and abuse this cunt until i’m finished.. or you cum now and you don’t stop cumming til i decided you’ve given me enough..” You stupidly choose the latter. He pulls your panties off of you and drapes your thighs on his shoulders. 

"c'mon then." he mumbles messily, his pointer finger joins his middle and he begins rolling and pressing into that soft, spongy spot inside you. Only he could reach it. "I want you to cum. Need you to cum."

You whimper at the demanding tone in his words, your thighs tighten around his head. Your fingers dig deeper into his scalp and you cry out to him, Eddie was filling every one of your senses as tears pricked your eyes and your orgasm drew tight in your lower belly. 

"please, sir." you heave out in such a whiny way his balls get tighter in his jeans. He suddenly becomes aware of how hot he is. Still fully dressed from his night out at the bar. 

“Give it to me. cum. cum for me, baby.”

You whisper his name like a prayer on a rushed tongue. Lips pouting and he watches you tuck your bottom lip under your teeth. Your back arching as your clit grows more sensitive under his flicking tongue. 

“That’s it, mmmhm. What a fucking whore." he presses his fingers deeper, grinning as your belly spasms. His bruising grip on your thighs push him closer and closer. "cum on daddy's tongue, baby."

Then your release hits you. Your thighs suffocate Eddie, you cum harder than any other man could make you. But when your knees press together and your toes curl in pleasure, it slowly morphs into your muscles being overworked and tightening harsher than they should. Eddie watches your eyes look at him pleadingly as he watches your spine draw tight and your back bow off of his bed. Trying to tug him off of you he groans. Eddie latches on while continuing to work his fingers deeper and deeper. Abusing your soft spot. As you go limp he watches your jaw drop in a silent moan, face scrunched and in pain.

“Fucking take it. I know you have one more, bitch. You asked for this, so take what I give you.” he grunts between your legs.

Your legs tingle with pins and needles as they rest on his shoulders. It feels like the snake has finally bit you, his venom leaving you lifeless. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as your body tries one more time to escape his python-like grip. He only tightens. You things carelessly push against his big, broad shoulders, and your feet thrash against his back. Eddie’s surprised by the fight you're putting up, so he slips his fingers out of you and brings his forearm around your waist. Pushing you further into his mattress. Shoving his tongue into your hole, you gasp. Eddie watches your breasts heaving and bouncing with your efforts. Your nipples perked up high for him to see, your clit pulsing against his tongue as he french kisses your cunt messily. You slowly begin to give up as another orgasm hits you like a wave. You ragdoll against him. He finally slows to let you catch a small breath. He pulls away slowly, spit dripping from his mouth and pooling onto your pussy.

“You should know not to fight me tonight, I deserve this.” Eddie growls.

Your legs slowly fall to sit around his hips as you can hardly move. Eddie raises off of you to take off his shirt. He wipes his cum soaked fingers on his tee before he’s throwing it somewhere in the corner of his room. He laughs as your barely open eyes stare at him. The soft tuft of hair leading into his jeans is all you can focus on before the clicking of his handcuff belt buckle coming undone catches your attention. He pulls his belt off and grabs your hands that are laid at your sides. He quickly restricts you with it while you’re stuck in a daze. You can hardly comprehend what he’s doing before your hands are tied and he’s standing up off of the bed, removing his jeans and boxers in one go. 

"Such a dirty little slut aren't you?" Eddie asked, crawling back up your body, the cock of his head resting on your tummy when your legs wrap around his hips. You’re drooling. "Shit- you’re so pretty when you’re all messy for me..." he whispered into your neck.

He messily bit your neck, marking you up with more of his love and venom. He rocks his hips softly while he listens to you let out little moans. His shaft was rutting between your folds and covering him in your slick while he prepared himself to enter you. Your body twitched as he moved forward, brushing your clit every so often. He lifted your legs so your ankles were dangling over his head, your hands still restrained from touching him.

“Can’t believe you tried making me fucking jealous, and using my best friend? You’re such a fucking bitch.”  He groaned before sinking his teeth into you again. “You’re gonna make up for it, though, aren’t you?” Eddiee purred, his tip began pressing into you and you nodded lazily with a cry, your hips twitching forward and your body well overstimulated.

“Y-yes.” you whispered.

“That’s right, baby.” Eddie answered you before kissing you roughly.

Your lips parted. He felt your body quiver under him as he pushed just his tip into you. His tongue easily dominated yours in your state of mind. Your body was bent in half as he kissed you. Eddie noticed your legs slightly tremble against his frame and felt your lower lip quivering when he kissed or sucked on it. Then he was pushed all the way into you. His hips were flush with your ass and his arms were wrapped around your thighs as he pushed your legs tight. You let out a choked whimper at his sudden intrusion and he groaned.

“Fuck you’re always so tight…” Eddie sighed.

He was sliding back slowly before sinking back in. His tip was against your cervix. Eddie was big, and he usually gave you a second to relax before he started drilling himself into you. This time he started pulling in and out of you as fast as he could, your muscles already relaxed from previously. 

“You want me to split your little cunt open, baby? Gonna fucking use you all night. I want you stretched open and molded to me.. Fuck….. A whore like you wont ever be able to be fucked by anyone else.”

You nodded mindlessly, “I’m so- sorry, sir. I- I’m soor- sorry. I should’ve never hu-hurt you.” you cried, before trying to move your hands to reach out to him. 

He quickly moved his hand away from where he held you to push your hands back down against his pillows. Your left leg fell from his shoulder and back onto his hip, your right leg remained on his shoulder. The new position granted him to push deeper inside you. Eddie listened to you gasp. Your pussy fluttered around his length all while he mocked you.

“You fucking greedy, bitch. You really need more of me, do you?” He barked.

His free hand pinched your sore nipples and then he ran his hand down your body. He slapped your pussy brutally while increasing his pace. You cried out as your core tightened, and Eddie felt your cunt grip him. His relentless pace hurt in the best way possible, his balls covered in your slick and clapping against your ass. 

“Are you gonna fucking cum already? You’re so fucking easy, your fucking cunt is so greedy.” 

“m’can’t help it.. you’re.. s-so big… stretch me so g-good, sir.” you whine, the stretch was so relieving after you hadn’t been fucked in a week.

“I .. i’m gon.. cum-m aga- pleaseplease..” you’re babbling under him, your mind fuzzy and fucked out. Eddie leans down to bite your neck, his tummy against yours while one leg remained over his head made your legs tremble. When he pulled away Eddie’s pupils were all blown out and dark. 

“Fucking greedy brat… cum for me then.” 

You threw your head back as Eddie raised up again. He laid one of his palms against your open mouth to silent your moans, he was pinching your nose so you couldn’t breathe. He gripped your hips to help your body meet his thrust as you gushed around him. Your chest heaved and your stomach muscles were sucked in as all the air in your lungs rushed out of you. He watched himself pump in and out of you like a jackhammer before he realized the little bump on your tummy, bludging out at him. He moved his grip off of your mouth and you gasped. He laid his hand flat on your stomach and pushed down. 

“Feel that baby? Oh fuck… i’m so fucking deep.” 

He continued fucking you until you finally came down from your third high. The absence of oxygen making you even more delirious. Your boyfriend was working you open than he ever had. In your mindless state you slowly forgot why he was so mad at you, curious as to why you deserved him using you this harshly, you began crying out for him to stop or slow down. Weakly pushing your restricted hands against his chest. He listened to you beg him for a break. Eddie laughed over you before he slowed his movements, but his thrust was just as hard. He mimicked the pathetic sounds you made while his thick cock continued his punishment. 

“Please Eddie! oh please! I can’t take it!” he laughed. “Yeah? Well you should’ve thought before you told me you wanted to cum earlier, fucking slut. You can take me.” he groaned as your pussy tightened around his cock.

“So. Fucking. Take. Me.” he spoke between his brutal slow thrust.

You both were so fucked out as he kept stretching you out. You knew you were going to be sore all day tomorrow, you’d be lucky if the burning pain he was causing would last less than three days. You started whispering his name under your breath. Your throat was hoarse from your moans and cries. The brief pangs of pain deep in your cunt would make you scream out every so often as your clit throbbed. He was all you could focus on, his chest was covered in sweat and his bangs were stuck to his forehead. 

“Steve will never fuck you like I do, sweetheart. He will never.” Eddie cried out.

Oh. Steve was the reason you deserved this. The existence of Steve had left your thoughts long ago as Eddie fucked your brains out. Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as he growled at you. You never meant to hurt Eddie’s feelings to a point where he felt he needed to take it out on you like this. This fight wasn’t going to be resolved with him fucking you and then moving on. You began softly crying as the tuft of his hair around his cock brushed against your clit with each slow drag. 

“God. Are you crying for me?” he asked.

You couldn’t think to say anything but continue pleading for him to stop, “Eddie. st-stop.. you’re hurtin’ me.” you cried, your tears burned your cheeks, “you’re bei- being mean. please-” you hiccupped. “We can t-talk.. about this..” you begged.

He smirked, the pain he was feeling danced over his features. Eddie didn’t care that you wanted to talk about it now, all he wanted to do was wallow in pity. He fucked into you faster while he proved to himself that you needed him as much as he needed you. Your face morphed into a painful expression as more tears fell. You looked up at him with glossy eyes, pink cheeks and pouty lips. That’s what broke his heart, this wasn’t the way to go about this, but it was all he had and his release was selfishly coming closer than he would like to admit. Maybe it was you crying that did it for him. 

“Keep fucking crying like that and i’m going to cum.” Your cunt involuntary clenched around him. “Oh you like that?” Eddie raised his open palm open and slapped you on the cheek, “cry for me then, slut.. I wanna hear you cry cause my cock just feels s’good.. doesn’t it?” 

You whined but nodded. He hummed down at you to show you gratitude. He reached his hand down to lay against your neck, he felt your pulse hammering as he tightened his hand around your throat. Your mouth opened up into a small ‘O’ shape as you whined and moaned. If you couldn’t convince him to stop, then he was right, you needed to shut up and take him. No matter how much it hurt for your cunt to tighten around him and your heart to almost shatter. 

“This pretty pussy feels so fucking good…” he moaned, “c’mere.”

He raised your hands up and unrestricted them from his belt. There were bruises where he had carelessly tightened his belt too harshly. He felt a twang of regret in his chest for how rough he was being with you. His lust pushed that feeling deep down though when he heard you wine in pain, brushing his fingers over the red marks. Then he flipped you over onto your stomach and his hand pushed your cheek into the mattress as he brutally pushed into you again.

“God, I love hearing you whining on my cock.”

At this new angle he was slamming into that gushy part of you with ease. Your ass bounced with his thrust. It was a view Eddie loved. He threw his head back as he felt you rushing to your fourth orgasm. Numbness littered your body as you felt yourself grow dizzy and breathless. Every single inch of his cock was buried deep into your cunt. Disappearing into you, his eyes watched, when he pulled out your pussy gripped him. Sucking him back in. That was the only answer he needed to subside his worries that you didn’t want this. You wanted this. He had to keep reminding himself why you deserved this treatment. Eddie noticed how your tongue lazily slipped out of your mouth. He watched you drool all over his pillows with each moan. 

“I needed this. I needed to fucking show you.. y–you can’t just get away with hurting me, baby” he sighed. “..and a..af-fter all i’ve done for you? shouldn’t ‘ave s..saved you and Steve from that fucking prick in the ally.” he moaned.

The stroke of his cock against your ridged walls and mean words made you twitch. He picked up his pace. You were steadily approaching another orgasm again. He noticed too, because his free hand reached between your hot bodies to rub your clit. Your eyelids fluttered, a sob and then a scream was being muffled by the comforter you were biting down on. The sensation was to much.

“Edddie!! Fuck! m’sorry.. im so sorry” you cried.

“oh you’re sorry? Now you’re really sorry aren’t you?” Eddie growled.

“red.. r–red.” you cried. 

Eddie’s heart began to hurt as he watched you struggle under him, your weak hands pushed against his leg, but he couldn’t stop now. He was fucking gone. Dangerously gone. Eddie’s hand slapped your ass a couple of times before he lifted his leg to drive into you harder. The sound of skin smacking, drowned out all of your negative thoughts. He was pushing your limits but it felt so delicious. Eddie’s soft panting and grunting told you he was close. It was the only thing you could focus on as you both neared your orgasm. The wet and sloppy sound of his cock plunging in and out of your pussy as you gushed around him was so vulgar. You moaned out his name, your whimpering cries made yourself sound muffled as you cried into the bedspread. You felt your walls flutter around him for what you hoped would be the last time. Eddie groaned as you began clamping down on his shaft like a vice. Not stopping once to give you a break because you felt just too good for him to stop. Then your pussy was throbbing open for him before gripping him again in a mind-swirling rhythm. 

“That’s right, cum all over my cock… filthy bitch” He grunted, he watched your eyes roll back.. “im gonna cum inside you, you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

His demeanor changed when you didn’t answer him, but pleasure was the only thing you could feel. Fear riddled his system, he felt your body aching for him as he picked up the pace again, his fingers tangled in your hair with a painful grip, trying to your attention. You couldn’t see him, but his eyes were slowly filling with tears. He was pushing you too far, he thought. This was too far. The closeness of his orgasm made him feel awful, something about you being unable to fight back felt amazing. He was so close, and a brief thought of you not remembering why you both were fighting nearly sent him over the edge. This was bad. So fucking bad. This was the only thing he could do to make you understand though, wasn’t it? Fill you up and leave you to think about how you hurt him.. but he had hurt you too, and now he was hurting you more.

“Shit-“ He pants out. “I'm gonna fill you up, baby.”

“Please-“ you beg him.

“fucck, baby, I’m sorry too.. s-sweetheart im so fucking sorry.” he breathes out, leaning down to trap your body between him and his bed, guilt riddled his chest, and his hand moved your hair away from your face so he could see you crying. “you’re s’perfect, I.. I should’ve shown you how much .. i loved you when I had the c–chance.”

You sob, taking his next few sharp thrusts until the familiar warm feeling of him filling you up is felt from within you. Eddie groans against your back, giving a few more shallow thrust to you after cumming inside. You closed your eyes as you rode out your last orgasm around his cock. You felt traces of his load drip out of you and onto his shaft. Neither of you moved. When you squirmed a little he shifted so he was pushed up slightly deeper into you. The sudden movement pulled a gasp from deep in your throat. The sound scared Eddie as he slowly came down from his own high. You were just so sensitive, and missed the feeling of being so full. You were grateful that he stopped his torturous punishment though, but to Eddie the sound made him think he had hurt you even more than he already had. Quickly he was pulling out of you and flipping you onto your back. 

“Fuck.” he whispered.

When Eddie looked down at you your eyes were red from the tears, your neck was bruised from his bites and rough kisses. Lips and cheeks were swollen. It was such a pretty sight, but he couldn’t believe he caused this. His hands hovered over the bruises he had left all over your chest. You watched his hands tremble before you looked at him. If he wasn’t so focused on the damage, he caused he would have caught a glance at your small smile. When your eyes connected, you saw your boyfriend begin to cry. He grabbed your limp body and latched onto you.

“I.. I lost myself..” he cried into your neck, “please where is your head at?” he looked into your eyes. “Hey.. you hear me? …baby?” 

He listened to you hum in content, but it wasn’t enough to snap him out of his negative headspace. Unable to regain full consciousness of what was happening you just reached your hand out to brush his cheek softly. He began kissing your open palm to bring you back down to earth, and to give him peace of mind that you wouldn’t flinch away from him. You watched his tears dripping from his eyes and down his face. You tried brushing them away but couldn’t with the pace they were falling.

“Please. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” he whined. “Where does it hurt, sweetheart?”

Your hand moved from his cheek to brush over his jawline. Your pupils were dilated to an extreme degree. A mix of the darkness of the room and the love you felt for him. His seemed to be the opposite. Pupils moving quickly over the features of your face to check if there was any sign of hatred he could see. He began to cry harder, he was a silent crier but you could tell he couldn’t breathe. He was frozen. Completely unable to determine where your head was made him lose himself in the poison he had forced you to take, and he didn’t have an antidote. Eddie had never felt this feeling before after you had indulged in each other. He was punching himself internally as he just stared at you, still looking to you for any answers. His ears began ringing and his mind was foggy. Anxiety made the air around him feel hard to breathe. His chest started heaving in panic. He didn’t notice that you had spoken to him. 

“Everywhere hurts.” your voice was hoarse as you joked. You can tell he didn’t hear you. “..baby? ..hey, come back to earth Eddie.” you whine.

Eddie must’ve not thought your joke was very funny because after you said it his eyes snapped to you, almost begging you to give him directions. He had never fallen so harshly from his high that he was dropped into this space. It felt completely unnatural. Luckily for him you knew how to handle him when he started beating himself up. Though you felt a little blind because you had never handled it like this, but you hoped you could give him any kind of relief. 

“..hold me, just hold me, yeah? let’s start there..” you whispered.

No. Eddie couldn’t move. He didn’t deserve someone like you after he had broken your boundaries, maybe Steve would’ve been a better fit for you after all. The negative thoughts kept twisting his reality. You decided to take matters into your own hands. You had never gone through something like this, it was like Eddie was submitting to you, and that had never been a dynamic in your relationship. It was all so new, but you tried taking control for him now. Even with your body beaten and bruised you moved so Eddie was laying on his side now. 

you spoke with a more demanding tone, “baby. I’m okay… you’re okay.” Eddie took a deep breath before finally speaking, “b–but I hu…” he couldn’t say it. “You didn’t hurt me any more than I wanted.” you answered.

You offered a small smile to Eddie and then kissed him. He was timid to open up to you as you tried to take the power from him. He pulled away. Then you were listening to him sigh a deep breath before crashing back into you and letting you trace your tongue on his lips. When his lips parted you breathlessly moaned, you gave him what he needed as he tasted the reassurance on your tongue. Suddenly he understood why you had so desperately needed reassurance when you had the stupid dream that had caused all of this. You heard him whine when he pulled away, like he didn’t want to but he forced himself too. He jumped when he felt your fingers start to trace loving, small circles on his skin. 

“I’m really sorry. I caused this.. I just could’ve been better f’you. It won’t ever happen again. Next time I promise, I’ll give you as much reassurance as you need, sweetheart.” You kissed him softly, “and I wont ever hurt your feelings like that again, Ed’s.” you told him without mentioning Steve, worried that it would force him into that headspace you were slowly getting him out of.

He hummed appraisingly at you. You both sleepily kissed each other till Eddie finally stirred. He looked at you with the most darling and sparkly eyes. He brushed his thumbs under your eyes to check that the tears he had caused were now fully dry. You watched a little smile settle on his pink swollen lips. You smiled back at him. Your Eddie was almost back to being himself again. He just needed one more push from you. Wondering if one more push and praise was all he needed you spoke with uneasy confidence,

“pretty boy,” you started, he loved that nickname, “can you go get me a big ole glass of water and a towel?” Eddie nodded quickly, “yes, ‘course.. anything for you.” he spoke with a small shake in his breath. 

Then Eddie was slowly getting out of bed. You watched him grab a pair of his boxers and pull them around his waist. He turned to see your eyes on him and he nodded his head at you to signal he was okay. He disappeared into the hall and you listened to the tap run in the kitchen. He was at your side again with a glass of water, he sat it on the bedside table before he was walking into the bathroom to grab a small wet washcloth. The bathroom light illuminated his room and your skin in a soft glow. You saw the ‘M’ he had made on your chest for the first time. The bed sank under his weight as he sat at the foot of it. He grabbed a shirt from the floor and looked at you. 

“Can you sit up for me?” he asked nervously.

“Mhm.” you purred.

You reached your arms into the air. Eddie pulled his shirt over your head and down your shoulders. Shielding the damage he had done to you away from his eyes, but when your hands landed back at your sides he remembered the red marks he had left in your wrist. He brushed them softly. They were already turning a bruising shade of blue. He tried not to linger on it as your fingers distracted him and intertwined with his. Then he backed up and moved between your legs, he watched you with his red eyes. You stared back confused to what he was doing, but then quickly realized he was waiting for you to give him the okay that he could clean you up. 

“..m’just sensitive… careful please.” 

With those affirming words your boyfriend leaned down and kissed your upper thigh before he pulled the wet rag through your folds. The soft glow from the bathroom granted him enough light to see what he was doing carefully. He listened to you wince and his unsure eyes snapped to yours. You smiled at him to show him he could continue. After that you had very little problems, he tried to be as gentle as he could, while you tried to fight back your whines. When he was finished he got up to grab a pair of his sweatpants you liked wearing. He grabbed your ankles so delicately as he pushed your feet into each hole and dressed you in his clothes. Next he was picking you up off of the bed, one arm under both of your knees and the other behind your shoulders. He moved the covers down off his mattress. When his comforter was completely untucked and thrown into a pile on his bed he turned around with you in his arms, he sat down so you were safely in his lap. 

“You take such good care of me Ed’s… really.” you couldn’t help but purr. Eddie stayed quiet as he grabbed the water and slowly tipped the glass to your lips, “I sure hope so..” he whispered as you took small gulps. When he pulled the half empty glass away from you, you giggled, “..mhm you take better care of me than anyone else… promise.”

He laughed as you smiled at him, with you in his arms praising him he felt like he was on top of the world. He understood you only had eyes for him, he just hoped that you felt the same way. He watched you brush some of his hair out of his face, his curls were wild and tangled from the past few hours. 

“Was the big ‘M’ necessary though?” you giggled, Eddie threw his head back in a soft laugh, “...mhm very necessary, baby...” he paused, “but it didn’t hurt too bad, did it?” 

You shook your head no, then Eddie slowly reached towards the nightstand to place the glass back down. You reached your arms around his neck as he straightened out your body weight against him so he could lay you down. His back hit the bed and you laid your head onto his chest. Your leg hiked up over his waist. He reached towards the foot of the bed to grab his blanket and throw it over the both of you. You felt safe when he reached down and brushed his big hand softly onto the meat of your thigh that decorated his waist and caged him under you. He wished he could stay under you like this forever. He hoped you still loved him as much as he loved you. 

You adjusted to bury your chin into the nape of his neck. Before you slowly fell asleep you whispered, “I love you.” The uncertainty left him as your words filled his heart, “I love you too, sweetheart.” 

•ʚ♡ɞ•

A cold chill woke you up from your deep slumber. Eddie sometimes liked to open the window when he woke up to let some fresh air into his room. You turned over to see one of his curtains gently moving from the outside air. The covers you were onced buried in were draped over your body loosely, you looked over your shoulder to see where your boyfriend had gone. On the bedside table was the clock it was barely eight in the morning. next to the clock there was a note, you reached out to grab it, the soft paper made a crumpling noise as you opened it. 

goodmorning, sweetheart. went to apologize to steve before i leave hawkins for tour, i was a little harsh letting him get his ass kicked like that, don’t yah think..? i’ve got breakfast on the stove & i'm bring home one of those really sweet coffee drinks from your favorite shop. i packed your bags and we'll leave for my next show tonight when i get back home. you're my muse, i love you. –ED

fin.

my masterlist. ||

[tardisimpalalover16]

I want Buddie to happen just as much as the next person does but I would really really love if abc didn’t just rush them to be together in this season. There are only ten episodes. I just keep imagining that season 7 ends with a domestic Buddie scene—sitting down on the couch together sipping beer watching a movie with Chris. That could very well lead up to a kissing moment (hence very lovely blushy Ryan Guzman) and he (Eddie) literally wakes up on the couch, dazed and confused. Going “oh my god, I’m in love with Buck.”

Season eight could continue on as Eddie Diaz is a good catholic Mexican guy. I think he will have lots of emotions and hardships accepting those feelings, and also being like yah it’s so easy to love Buck. He’s been doing it for years. Mr.I-put-you-in-the-will. Can’t get any more heart eyes than that tbh.

Of course I’m such a big fan of pining, and this man has been pining forever even if he doesn’t realize it (Thank you Ryan). I would just appreciate a knowing he’s in love pining.

[charmed101]

I know TK is in a very happy relationship but please imagine the level of snark Eddie Diaz will reach if he finds out Buck is hanging out with a Tyler Kennedy right when Eddie has finally been able to celebrate Taylor Kelly leaving his (and more importantly Buck's) life. And now Buck is talking about how excited he is about TK and some random dude named Carlos from Texas coming to visit - Eddie's from Texas what's with the sudden interest in Texan men? Eddie has a great accent he can bring back out if Buck wants that, what he has to find his old hat and find a line dancing bar to get this man's attention?? Already gave the man a kid but no Tyler Kennedy swoops in to take him

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Part: 4

Pairings:Priest!Eddie x fem!reader

Warning: priest kink jealous!eddie, toxic!eddie possessive!eddie, violent altercation, drug use. Unprotected sex. Angst, slight fluff.

Not proof read.

18+ minors do not enter

"So are we gonna talk about the real reason you avoided me for so long?"

The moment that question left his mouth, your blood ran cold. You didn't want him to know you knew. You didn't want him to know it made you jealous. "It doesn't matter anymore" shifting under him to get off the couch.

"Doesn't matter anymore?" He questioned.

He sits up and follows you around your home. You try to busy yourself cleaning things that were already clean. "It doesn't matter anymore because I'm over it, I forgive you." You smile sarcastically at him.

His eyes go wide, and he looks even more confused. "What the fuck is there for me to be apologizing for?" He said in disbelief.

Moving past him, he's still following behind as you head to your room. Searching for some clean clothes and getting ready for your shower. He stands in the doorway, not letting you leave.

Crossing his arms over his chest. "You owe an explanation at least give me some type excuse."

Going to speak, you can't find the words. You so badly want to tell him you truly do. This whole situation has been eating away at you. You laid in bed crying for days over a man you just started seeing privately. You thought you were the only one he was seeing. Eddie was sweet to you and always good at conversation.

This is the reason why it was so hard to move past if he was an asshole you wouldn't have cared. With him, it was different when it was just the two of you alone he made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. He didn't just feel like a secret lover but a friend.

Tears slowly fall down your cheeks, and you look down at your feet. "It doesn't matter anymore,okay." You say with your shakey voice just barely above a whisper.

"Hey, look, I don't know what's going on with you, but you can talk to me about anything." He reassured you hooking his finger under your chin to look you in the eyes.

"I'm always gonna be here for you when you need me." Smiling at you, he gives you a soft kiss on your forehead.

Nodding, you tell him you're going to take a shower he stays there for a moment. You think he wants to say something else but decides against it. He gets himself together and tells you he wants to hang out at his place again soon. You agreed you want to as well even though you know you shouldn't. He makes you feel special like none else has before. No one has cared for you the way he has. You didn't tell him about your date you'll be going on in a few days. Not that he'd probably care anyway since he sees plenty of women when you're not around.

Finally, it's Friday the day you have your date with Steve. You haven't heard much from Eddie since Sunday. You were expecting a note from him any day now since he told you he wanted to hang out again.

Every time you came home, you felt excitement in your stomach only to be disappointed when there was nothing taped to your door. You forget about all of that, and just focus on your date with Steve. He was so sweet and handsome you met him at the local cafe.

He asked you out after bumping into you and spilling coffee on each other. Your mind still wanders back to Eddie and thinking about who he's been with since being with you. You want to cry again at the thought of him making someone else feel special the same way he did with you. Clearing your throat, you put on a nice short dress and put some of your hair back away from your face.

Steve's car pulls up at your front door, and he honks the horn for you. You rush downstairs and run outside. Jumping in the passenger seat, you think about how Eddie would come knocking at your door, not honk his horn at you. You try to stop comparing Steve to Eddie so much, but you can't help it. Steve took you to a nice dinner outside of your town and then wanted to take you dancing too, and that's when everything went to hell.

You and Steve walk into this old dingy night club. The atmosphere was dark and clouded with smoke, the only lighting being red and dim. Everyone crowding around you dancing and grinding on each other. Steve finds you guys a little table to sit at, and he heads to get you both drinks. What you didn't know was Eddie was there too with a bunch of his people.

He was sitting in a booth far back facing the dance floor. He had two women on his side, nuzzling his neck with a bunch of others at his table. The two women were from the strip club up the road from his motel room. He was very familiar with them since they would give him private dances together and then go back to his room later for some more fun. The three of them drunk with Eddie snorting coke off their tits and asses before fucking them both.

-

Steve finally came back with your drinks and a pint of beer as well. You always have been a light weight, so when you guzzled down your first drink and went for the beer, Steve tried to get you to slow down. That's when the DJ started playing Nine Inch Nails over the stereo system. You pulled Steve up and dragged him to the dance floor. Stumbling, he catches you and holds you tight against him as you both sway to the beat.

Eddie stops paying attention to his dates for a split second to see you both dancing. His face drops, and jaw clenches. His fists ball into knots, and he just watches both of you. Especially you not taking one look away he's making sure Steve's hands don't wander around and touch places only eddie feels entitled to touch. You pull away from Steve and tell him you have to use the bathroom. He nods and tells you he'll be waiting at your table when you get back.

Making your way through the crowd of people to get to the bathroom, you have no idea Eddie is on your tail. Opening the door to the single person bathroom, you feel someone push into you. Turning around to bitch at whoever just pushed you you're face to face with a certain someone you didn't expect to see tonight. Your mouth gapes open, and your eyes widen in shock. Panicked you try to move past him and run away, but he just blocks the door and locks it.

"What are you doing here, honey?" He asked you squinting his eyes in anger.

He looks pissed and you've never seen him like this before. You won't lie in other circumstances. You would have found it hot, but right now, it scared you. "Im here with my date." You tell him matter of factly. He laughs at you and pushes his tongue to the inside of his cheek, trying to fight back a rude remark toward you.

"Well, tell your little date you're leaving." He told you as if you were sure to listen to him.

"No, I'm not. I'm having fun." You told him standing your ground.

He laughed again at you and pushed you up against the bathroom door a little too roughly. His breath smelled of clove cigarettes and bourbon. There was a white powdery substance on his nostrils. He eyes were bloodshot, and pupils were dilated. You've never seen him like this before, and it honestly shook you up a bit. He pulls back slightly and looks at what you're wearing. You feel small under his gaze, looking quickly away, worried he might insult your appearance because he's angry. He just smiles that sweet smile he always gives you.

"You look really pretty tonight, honey." He says as he rubs your arms up and down, trying to ease your nerves.

He leans in closer to your face now. "Go tell him now that you're leaving, or I'll do it instead." His voice is laced with so much warning, but you don't care.

"No, I'm not leaving. I'm staying here with him." Stomping your foot down at him.

Eddie laughs at you again, but this time, he's not laughing because it's funny. He's laughing because he's getting angrier. Taking a deep breath in and out, trying to calm himself down.

"Sweetheart, go tell him you're leaving. I won't ask again, or I WILL TELL HIM MYSELF!" he tried to stay calm but lost his composure and screamed at you.

Jumping at his reaction, you turn away to the side again and begin crying. Rolling his eyes, he kisses your head and pulls you in for a hug. You try to resist but eventually give up, hoping he'll stop acting like this and go back to whoever he's with. He kisses your hair and smooths it down.

"Are you going to go tell him?" He said more softer now.

"No, Eddie, can you please just stop? I'm allowed to go have fun with someone you see other people all the time." you argue with him.

He pulls away from the hug and doesn't look at you but instead swings the bathroom door open, storming out. You stay there still in shock at his personality shift. That's when you realize where Eddie is going and you try to get to him before he gets to Steve, but it's too late.

-

Eddie stomped over to your table and started asking him questions immediately. Steve was polite and nice to Eddie, which pissed him off even more. Eddie asked him about his date with you, and at first, Steve was confused as to why this strange guy was asking him about his date with you. Eddie lied and said he's a family friend who looks out for you. Steve wasn't dumb. He saw Eddie push his way into the bathroom with you. Being a smart ass Steve started to tell him his plans for the date and what you did earlier.

"Well, I took her out to eat at a nice restaurant. Then I took her here to do some dancing and then I'm gonna take her home." He told Eddie innocently.

"Aaand?" Eddie questioned him, hoping to get the answer he's looking for.

"And I'm gonna give her nice long kiss goodbye.....in the morning." Steve said with a shit eating grin on his face.

Eddie began to laugh again for a moment, and so did Steve. That was until he threw his head all the back and headbutt your dates nose. Once you reached them, you tried to check on Steve, but Eddie just yanked you by the elbow and escorted you outside to his car. He yanked the passenger side open and shoved you in.

"I'm going back inside to tell some people i was with. I'm leaving. Stay here." He demanded you, and you obeyed.

Eddie came back out 10 minutes later and got in his car and pulled out, heading to his place. The car ride was painfully quiet, and the buzz you had was gone. You felt like you were going to have a panic attack after seeing the way Eddie acted tonight. He's never talked to you like that before. He's never scared you like this before.

Eddie has always been so kind and gentle towards you, but tonight was different. Not only did he scream at you, but he hit Steve in the nose, probably breaking it. That's when you lost it and started to break down next to him but kept your eyes out the window. He looks over at you and puts his hand on your leg to help you calm down. Moving it away from him, he grips it harder. Neither one of you speaking to the other until he pulls up in front of his room door. He gets out and opens your door for you.

"Get out of the car we need to talk." He still sounded pissed off.

"No, I'm staying right here. I don't want to talk to you." You tried to sound angry but your voice came out broken.

Rolling his eyes, he undid your seat belt and yanked you out by the arm, dragging you to his room. He slams his door shut, and you move far enough away from him. He finally notices how scared you are of him and calms himself down a bit.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, and I'm sorry for yanking you around it won't happen again, I promise. " His voice sounds softer this time, and he puts his hands up. He sounded sincere, but that doesn't mean you still weren't shaken up.

"We still need to talk" He continued

"You're right. I do see other people and do fuck around a lot. When I'm not with you, I'm with someone else, but I don't think of them like I do you." He finally confessed.

You go to speak up, but he puts his hand up, stopping you so he can continue. "I fucked up and I didn't realize what I had until I saw it being taken away from me." "What I did isn't right but I'm selfish and I'm not sharing you." You sat on the edge of his bed listening to him. Eddie, confessing to you what you already knew somehow hurt more. Maybe because your mind can make things seem worse than they really are, but to hear him actually tell you just made it all real.

"That is very selfish of you. You don't own me. I can go on dates too, and just because I go on a date doesn't mean I'm having sex with them either." You tell him trying to make your point across.

He just put his head in his hands and then pounds on the wall in his room. "I'll stop fucking around if you stop going on dates then." He tried to bargain with you.

"I'll forget their numbers. I'll stop talking to them. I'll do anything you want me to do." He sounded so desperate.

Moving, he goes to sit on his knees in front of you on the floor. He grabs your hands, and you snatch them away.

"I swear to God, I only want you, I promise." You hate it when he looks at you with those big brown eyes. He looks so lost and scared. Once again, he's got you in the palm of his hand.

"Okay, fine. I pray you keep your word and you prove to me that you meant every word you just said." Nodding his head rapidly, he takes your hands into his again and kisses them.

He moves to sit next to you, and he leans over and begins kissing you softly. Breaking the kiss, you remembered him leaving you in the car to tell some "people" he's leaving. You had a feeling it was someone he was going to fuck tonight if he hadn't seen you.

"Who did you go say good by to at the club earlier?" You questioned him.

"Just some friends." He said in between kisses.

Pushing him away, you look at him, and that's when you notice a small stain of lipstick on his collar. Looking back at him with anger in your eyes. You can't believe he's still being so vague after confirming that he does fuck around.

"That's not good enough. You got to know who i was with tonight, so tell me who you were you with." Now, it was your turn to show anger like he did.

"They are-well, they were just some girls that work at the strip club up the road. I hook up with them from time to time." He looks almost ashamed to be confessing that.

"Really, and who else do you see?" Getting braver now, you demand to know everything.

He told you about the blonde girl and how she's married but will come to see him often. The girls who work at the club and a few housewives in town that he also used to visit after church. Sitting there taking it all in, you realize this man is not who you originally thought he was. Interrupting him speaking because he was still going on and on about all the people he was sleeping with. You felt like this would take all night listening to him tell you all but his conquests.

"I want to take a shower before bed." He looks over at you and asks if he can join you. Telling him "yes" both of you head to the bathroom and strip off your clothes. You washed each other off and made out under the water until it ran cold on you both.

Neither one of you bothered to put on any clothes after you got out. You race to jump under the covers to get warm. Eddie joins you under the blanket, and you lay in his arms for a few moments before kissing again.

You move to lay on top of him and continue to kiss, moving from his mouth down to his jaw and neck. You lick and suck at his jugular vein, leaving a nice purple bruise there for everyone to see. You start grinding down on him feeling his happy trail rub against your clit. Your mouth moves back up to Eddie's, and he moans in your kiss.

Still grinding against him Eddie grabs his cock in his hand and tries to align it with your entrance. When you notice what he's doing, you stop your movements and get off of him, causing him to whine out.

"Come back, please." He begged you.

"Nope." You say teasing him.

He pouts and starts rubbing his length up and down. You move and spread your legs wide so he can get a better look at you spread open. He bites his lower lip and presses his thumb down on his tip, smearing the precum leaking out. He's breathing heavy, and you take your two fingers to spread your wet folds open wider some more for him. "Fuuuck" He says under his breath.

"Please baby let me fuck you. I can make you feel so good, like I always do, please." He begged almost sounding like he's on the verge of crying.

"I don't know you sure you don't want to call one of your friends instead?" You mocked him.

"Nope, I want you. I only want you. I only want to make you feel good no one else, baby, please." He begged, throwing his head back in frustration.

Biting your lower lip, you take pity on him, and you let him have you. He gets up fast and grabs you the by ankle, pulling you closer to him. You let out giggle until you feel Eddie drag his cock up and down in between your wet pussy over and over again. He dips he head and begins to softly kiss and nip at your neck. You throw your head back to give him easier access.

Eddie continues his movements for a few more seconds before he locks your hands with his pinning them down to the bed. He readjusts his hips and slowly sinks his cock inside your entrance spreading you open around him. He stills for a moment, giving you time to adjust before he's pulling out and slamming back into. The feeling almost took your breath away, and Eddie is still attacking your throat with his mouth.

His hips are slamming into you harshly with the sound of your bodies slapping into each other. You hook your legs around his lower back, causing him to go deep inside you, hitting that spot inside you just right. Eddie leans back and takes a break from your neck. You whine out, already missing the warmth of his mouth on your skin.

"Shh baby, I got you, don't worry," He whispered

He lets go of your hands, putting one of his on the small of your waist while the other presses down on your lower tummy while his cock is still pushing into you. You cry out Eddie's name and cover your face in your hands. "Ooh, don't stop, please." You begged him.

He moves your hands away from your face, telling you to watch him fuck you. He sits up on kneeling on the bed and grabs one of your legs to lay against his chest. He began fucking you harder this time while licking and kissing at your ankle.

"You like that baby? Feels so good, doesn't it?" His voice sounds shakey.

You can tell he's getting close to cuming his thrusting is becoming sloppy, and he's throwing his back moaning so loud he doesn't care who hears him tonight.

"I'm so close Eddie don't stop, please," you cry out.

"I know you're close.I can feel you clenching me baby you feel so fucking good. fuuuuck your so tight." He grunted out to you.

Clenching tighter and tighter around him, his grunts and moans turned more into soft whiney whimpers. Pulling his hand away from your waist he licks his finger and starts rubbing your clit. Your legs start to twitch, and you clench around him harder this time. He continues rubbing your clit until you throw your back and your body begins to shake. You come hard around him, throwing your head back and yelling out his name.

Eddie doesn't take long to come either with a few more strokes he pulls out quickly and starts jerking himself until he's coming on your stomach and chest again. Collapsing beside you, both of you are trying to catch your breath. You're still shaking, and he moves to grab a tissue to clean you off like he did last time. Rolling over onto your stomach, you reach up and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

"You're still not off the hook. I want you to apologize to Steve tomorrow." He looks at you, surprised.

"I will not, he took my girl out on a date and planned to fuck her too" raising your eyebrows to him.

"Fine, I'll apologize, but I won't mean it." He sounded so immature. You laughed at him and started kissing him on the lips again.

Eddie pulls you closer to him, and you notice the hickey on his neck. Panic takes over when you realize you are covered in them, too. They can't know what you guys did together. This was against the rules. Eddie made vows, and now everyone will probably know what you guys did. He notices the worried look on your face and immediately clocks it.

"Don't worry about the hickey we'll cross that bridge when we get there." He tried to soothe you.

You just pray that no one in town puts two and two together, or will they?

[911ficrecs]

been here all along so, why can't you see? by himbobuckley (tals11) - 7,238 words, not rated

Summary: Buck comes out and starts dating guys. Eddie happens to hate every single person he dates and insists it's just because Buck happens to have horrible taste in men. Definitely no other reason.

or: three times buck dates assholes and eddie almost loses his mind

(i'm terrible at summaries just give it a shot okay)

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

So where will Natalia land on the petty and jealous Eddie scale?

Will she be "let's go team" and look how happy my husband is of my cooking skills Taylor level?

Or

"His fiancé is Abby!" And then storm away in a vertical train Abby level?

[eddiestightywhities]

TEASER TUESDAY

this is from (what has evolved into) my jealous!eddie fic asdfhjkljjjjsksk. it's canon compliant, so far, and i actually shared the first half for snippet sunday but i'm including it here, too, because it's changed quite a bit since then.

WARNING: i personally have no hate for tommy, but eddie is becoming increasingly jealous af over tevan—and is also devastated about chris leaving and sad in general right now bc of it—and therefore kinda digging in on hating on the guy in this particular story.

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“It'll always be you, Eds.”

Buck beams at him from across the table and Eddie thinks of Texas sunshine in late July and of violet flames and Supernovas.

He feels his best friend's words and that blinding smile in his gut like a constant, gnawing hunger, but Eddie's an old hand at starving himself of his desires and doesn't know how to answer anyway so just winks and smiles back, and it's a dim little effort peeking out from the cover of the shady place Eddie's been cowering in for a while—ever since the brutal incandescence of the lightning strike, since Buck fucking died—while he tries his utmost not to freak out two-fold: 1) at the non-stop panic attack-inducing possibility of something as completely fucked-up as those three minutes and seventeen seconds happening al over again and 2) self-abasing distress over whether or not here is just where Eddie lives, now.

Dwindling in the shadows.

He crosses his arms over his chest (his heart) and breathes in deeply yet silently, and is motionless as possible as he prays his wild-eyed expression isn't giving away his hard-won hiding place.

Buck shouldn't be able to just—say stuff like that to him. It's torture. And while Eddie may very well be a masochist, he does have his limits. Sure, right now his partner is actually only talking about them teaming up for Pictionary and whatever other games the group will undoubtedly end up threatening each other over this evening, but still. Eddie can't help but hear some things in the way he is so desperate to hear them.

Those things he wishes Buck meant for real.

Whether Eddie is capable of openly admitting it or not (maybe he has some kind of weird defect when it comes to this shit?), he now knows inherently that it'll always be Buck for him from here on out

Then Buck is merciless, adding, “You're my Ride or Die, Diaz! It's you and me forever, right?” just to up the torture and consequently murder Eddie in cold blood right here in the middle of Hen and Karen's living room in front of all their friends.

And ¡Dios mio!, Eddie is so totally fucking fucked.

Despite himself, he nods and huffs out a small laugh, confirming, “Ride or Die, Buckley,” while cursing the blood vessels in his neck and cheeks and ears as he flushes a shade of scarlet redder than the sacred Mexican Heart under the scrutiny of the entire gang (bar Bobby and Athena), fists clenching further where they're balled up beneath his armpits.

Chimney raises his beer in the air. “Alright, alright, settle down you bunch of reprobates! All Ride or Die teams have been established, so, everybody buddy up and take your places beside each other now, please. I believe that you all have a drink…” and he looks around the table to check if his estimate is correct before continuing. “Yes, cool, okay, so. It is therefore once again time to find out who this month's Most Powerful Party Gaming Duo will be—” and he turns to Maddie and says, “Don't worry pookie, nobody's taking away our reigning champion title tonight; we got this.”

Maddie smiles at her husband, sweet as sugar cookies, before addressing the rest of the room with a savage, “Get ready to have your asses handed to you, Losers!” 

There is a round of disgusted gasps being gasped and disbelieving heads being shaken and defensive fists being waved in the air, all amid Hen's, “Reigning champions? You won one time. And who the hell made you Gamesmaster Han, anyway? My house, my rules, Howard.” And then Karen's adding, “I think you'll find it's actually our house, my rules, babe,” in her wife's direction, she and everybody else now moving around the table like they're playing musical chairs—Eddie stubbornly stays put because if you ask him, it's more than enough that he's managing to be here, period—as each of them pairs up with their chosen teammates into squads made up of Significant Others.

Husband and wife. Wife and wife. Two sets of Boyfriends and girlfriends. Josh and his date. 

Eddie and Buck. 

Except it isn’t Eddie and Buck, not really. Not at all, actually, at least not in the way Eddie wants it to be—fucking needs it like his blood needs to move oxygen around his body to keep him alive—because Eddie will only ever be Buck’s ‘forever’ whenever Tommy isn’t around.

The Air Operations pilot is on shift tonight, thank fuck. Eddie honestly isn’t sure of what he would have done if Buck’s boyfriend had come over this evening. Bailed on the whole thing, probably. 

He becomes vaguely aware of the half-moon shapes that must be forming in the heels of his palms from where his short fingernails are trying their best to break the skin, and wonders when exactly it was that he started referring to his buddy, Tommy, as ‘The Pilot’. Although Eddie isn't sure of whether the term buddy can really be applied any longer, not since the dynamics between Tommy and Buck changed, and Eddie hasn’t heard from Pilot Boy in weeks. And, okay, so the reason for that is most likely the fact that Eddie kept brushing the guy off like a first class asshole, until Tommy just stopped bothering to call. But honestly, he just can’t bring himself to give a shit about whatever the new buddyship between the pair of them might have bloomed into—not when the sneaky fuck stole his Buck.

If the skin on the palms of Eddie’s hands wasn’t so calloused from work he's pretty sure there'd be blood dripping from them right now. 

“Hey, you okay, man?”

Buck has swapped seats with May and is now bumping Eddie’s shoulder and knee with his own, and Eddie wants to fucking die. 

“What? Oh, sure, peachy. You?” 

“Yeah, I'm good, Eddie. You just—you look a little—” 

“How we feelin’ about our odds tonight then, amigo? Think we can take the title?” Eddie can't change the subject fast enough. 

Steady as ever, Buck just goes with the flow and rolls with Eddie's punches like the seasoned champ he is. 

“I really think tonight could be our night, Eds.” 

Pure. Fucking. Torture.

“Eh, your artistic prowess isn't exactly well documented, Buck.”

Buck scoffs in mock-offence that has a little too much bite for it to be entirely pretend. “I absolutely beg to differ, actually, and so would—”

Christopher.

Their eyes meet for less than a second before Eddie is looking away, yet that's all it takes for him to spot the anguish swirling round his best friend's baby blues. It's like oil in water: Two things that should just never be put together.

“Eds—”

Eddie clears his throat and tries to swallow down the lump that's instantly formed, in an attempt to fill the other gaping hole in his heart; the one that sits right next to the empty space that belongs to Buck.

He can't do this right now. Not here.

“To be fair, I'm not much better, so.” His voice sounds like somebody else's.

Somebody better than him.

Again, Buck pulls on the thread Eddie's left dangling for him, the way he's supposed to. “Well that is bullshit and you know it,” he counters, with a parental look of admonishment that's become polished over the years with the ton of practice that he's had with—

This time Eddie can't keep his deep breathing covert, so he sucks in two big lungs full before exhaling sharply and grabbing at his beer. He takes a long swig to distract himself from his wayward thoughts, and the IPA is nowhere near as bitter as the foul taste already festering away on his tongue.

“You're too hard on yourself, Eddie. You always have been. You need to—you gotta learn to be kinder to yourself, man. Realise that—that some things, such as art,” Buck says pointedly, as if Eddie doesn't know that he's not talking exclusively about Eddie's mediocre willow charcoal skills, “they can just—take a little extra time and patience, is all.” 

God, Eddie loves him so much he aches right down to his fucking bone marrow.

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tagged by the lovely @inell — thanks, boo! my tags are beneath the cut...

@rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch @woodchoc-magnum @veronae-buddie @kitteneddiediaz @buddiebeginz @eddiegettingshot @mazzystar24 and anybody else who wants to do the thing!

[morganbritton132]

Look, Eddie and Hopper have this whole song and dance thing going on. They’ve been doing it for years.

Hopper is the small town cop that acts like he’s tired of Eddie’s shit but is actually secretly amused by him. Eddie is the misunderstood outcast that’s a little misguided but good at heart.

It’s their thing.

Hopper catches him doing bad shit, drives him around in the back of his truck like he’s taking him to the station. They talk. Hopper lets him go a block from Forest Hills.

That’s it. That’s the thing.

Why is Hopper suddenly spending all his ‘Eddie time’ focused on Steve Harrington and his busted up face? Why is Hopper in the parking lot of Malvald’s, giving Harrington shit for driving with a concussion when he’s said nothing about Eddie’s busted taillight?

Honestly, it’s bullshit.

“This is bullshit,” Eddie declares in the backseat of Hopper’s cruiser, windows rolled down because he smells like weed and trespassing. Eddie throws himself forward, sticking his head between the front seats like, “Why does he get to sit up front?”

“I’m not a criminal,” Harrington muttered, slouched down. “I’m a hostage. I’m being held hostage.”

“I’m being falsely accused too.”

“Neither of you are being accused of anything,” Hopper finally speaks up. “And you’re not falsely accused of anything, Munson. I saw you trespassing at Hawkins Lab with my eyes. Steve…shut up.”

“Oh, he’s ’Steve’ now but I’m just ‘Munson?’ Favoritism at its finest.”

“Dude, he doesn’t even like me,” Steve says, finally looking at Eddie. “He broke into my house and took me to get tortured.”

“I took you to get a hearing test.”

“Torture,” Steve emphasizes and then a beat later, “You still got your, uh, stuff?”

“Nah, the cop took my stash,” Eddie says but giving Steve a sign that he clearly has more on him.

“Bummer,” Steve replies and then turns back around in his seat. “You can drop Eddie off with me, Hop.”

[tardisimpalalover16]

Eddie’s tone when saying Abby has a choke hold on me omggggg I don’t know how y’all survive this.

[blurredbuddie]

Buck: I-i can't be your first, Eddie. I want to be your last.

Eddie: Well, it's a good thing you weren't my first, Buckley.

Buck:

Eddie:

Buck: I NEED HIS NAME, ADDRESS, OCCUPATION, HEIGHT, HAIR COLOR---

[somethingvicked]

All boys are idiots but only Eddie Munson is a cute boy-idiot!

Boys Are Idiots Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman gets partnered up with Steve Harrington for a science project. Which means she has to TALK to him? And be NEAR him? Eddie Munson is NOT a fan. Contains: Jealous Eddie, Oblivious Steve, Annoyed Evil Woman, Terrified Hellfire. Words: 1.6k

"Alright, see ya," you say with an awkward smile, going the opposite direction of your new project partner outside the classroom door.

You head for your locker, spin the dial, and pop it open. A Polaroid of you and Eddie falls out. You scramble to pick it up off the floor before someone can step on it and ruin his pretty face. When you stand upright, the boy himself is in front of you… but he's not looking as happy as he is in the picture you've just rescued.

"Why were you talking to Steve Harrington?"

"And hello to you too, Edward," you say brightly. "Hold this." You hand him the picture and start searching your backpack for tape. "We're doing a science project together."

"Why?"

"Because he's smart and popular and I thought maybe some of his extreme coolness would rub off on me," you deadpan.

You take the picture from Eddie and tape it back where it belongs, on the inside of your locker door, and glance at him. He is not happy.

"Or because we got randomly paired up, take your pick."

Eddie crosses his arms and leans against the wall of lockers as you swap out books for your next class. You're not sure why this bothers him so much, but you see a storm brewing on his face.

"We're just partners in a high school science class, we're not engaged, calm down."

He rolls his eyes, and you slam the door.

"K, gotta go, see you at lunch," you say quickly while leaning over for a peck. Your lips meet his, and the issue is forgotten.

Until the next morning, in the parking lot where you always loiter by Eddie's van until the bell, when Steve Harrington gives you a little wave on his way inside. You return it - just a single wave and a half-hearted smile to your classmate and his girlfriend - and Eddie turns to see who you're waving at. His body tenses.

"Relax," you grumble, giving him a playful shove. It catches him off-guard, and he bounces against the side of his van before stabilizing himself.

"He's an asshole," he says simply.

"He's been nothing but nice to me," you counter.

"He's just another rich prick who thinks he's hot shit because he gets to drive Daddy's BMW around town."

"I'm sorry it's not as cool as your trash-filled van," you tease. Eddie's face turns red. That may not have been as funny as you intended. You wrap your arms around his waist and look up mischievously, in hopes of de-escalating your insult. "But I bet him and Wheeler couldn't achieve what we did in here last weekend, in that puny little thing."

Eddie smirks at the memory. Saved by the--

The bell rings. You peck Eddie's cheek and drag him into the building, and that's that.

Until you're spotted talking to Steve on your way out of science class a few hours later. Eddie is waiting at your locker when you get there, glowering in Steve's direction.

You roll your eyes and spin the combination dial on your locker. This is getting old.

"Can you not be a dick, please?"

"How am I being a dick?"

"You know exactly how you're being a dick." You trade out your books with a little more force than necessary. "Now quit. It's not cute."

"It's not cute that Harrington's trying to make a move on somebody that doesn't belong to him."

You turn to him with raised eyebrows and bubbling rage.

"Oh, I belong to you now? Am I your property? Do you have papers confirming your alleged ownership?"

Eddie doesn't respond, so you slam your locker door and head to your next class without looking back.

He's still tense at lunch, but he didn't hide out in the woods to avoid you, so he must not be too upset.

Until you have to break it to him that you and Steve need to hit the library this evening.

"Wanna stop by Family Video on the way home?" Eddie asks, sliding his bag of pretzels toward you. A peace offering.

"Uh… can't today," you smile apologetically as you take a pretzel. "I have to go to the public library."

"Okay," he crunches… suspiciously. "Want me to drive you?"

The boys start to protest, because this change will surely impact their afternoon plans, but Eddie silences them with a wave of his hand and awaits your answer.

"Uh…" you nibble a side off the pretzel. "I'm going with Steve, actually."

His face hardens.

"Don't start," you ask of him. "It's just a stupid science project. I would much rather be watching movies with you, than scouring encyclopedias and cutting construction paper with him."

"I bet that's not what he wants," Eddie scoffs.

"Seriously?" you ask. Are you really doing this? Eddie fixes you with his best glare, and you instinctively match it. You're doing this. "He's with Nancy. I'm with you. And up until very recently, I was quite happy with that arrangement."

Eddie seethes. You finally break eye contact and turn back to your lunch, although you've lost your appetite. Is this about Steve making a move, or Eddie not trusting you?

"What are you even doing with him in the public library that can't be done here?" The way he says it makes you clench your fists.

"You caught me, Eddie. We're actually going to his house to test the effectiveness of various condom brands. Wanna come watch?"

A hush falls over the Hellfire table. You and Eddie glare at each other. And then, in the blink of an eye, he's out of his chair and storming through the cafeteria doors. You close your eyes and breathe out heavily, trying to calm yourself. When you open them again, the whole table is staring at you.

"Shut up," you snap at no one in particular, and begin cramming your - and Eddie's - stuff into your respective backpacks. He'd left everything behind; his lunchbox, his backpack, his jacket.

Loaded down with an overfilled backpack on each shoulder, you head toward the door without another word. You could've sworn you heard somebody mumble "I hate it when Mommy and Daddy fight" behind your back, but you don't have time to murder anyone today, so you decide to let it slide. For now.

You have a list of places you plan on looking for him, but he's at your first stop: the van, in its usual spot in the back parking lot. He's perched on the bumper, facing the road; cheeks red, arms crossed, glaring at the ground. You reach into the pocket of the jacket that he'd left behind.

"Forget something?" you tease, jingling his keys to get his attention.

"Fuck you," Eddie grumbles without even looking up.

You're not mad. You don't have a snarky response. You just want things to be okay. You wish you hadn't teased him about Steve Harrington. You wish you'd never been partnered up with him. You wish you didn't even know his stupid rich-boy name.

"I'm sorry."

He glances at you, then drops his gaze back to the ground.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," you clarify. You let the backpacks slide onto the pavement. "Not a fan of this jealousy thing, Eddie."

You put his keys back in his jacket pocket and hold it out to him, but he doesn't take it. You take a cautious step closer, drape it over his shoulders, and retreat.

"You've gotta stop acting like I'm gonna leave you for the first jock that learns my name."

"Everybody else would," he mumbles at the ground.

"Everybody else is a cunt."

He smirks a tiny smirk, and finally looks up at you.

"Really, though," you assure him as you take a step closer. "You've got nothing to worry about. With him, or with anybody." You take another step toward him, and he parts his legs so you can stand between them. You close the distance. You're so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body. You want desperately to wrap your arms around him, but you hold back. Not yet. "Why would I want a Steve Harrington when I've got an Eddie Munson?" You cup his face with your hands, and his eyes close.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. You have nothing to worry about. Say it with me." You squish his cheeks together.

"I've got nothing to worry about," he mumbles with you, through his squished cheeks.

"Good boy," you praise, leaning down to peck his still-puckered lips. When you stand, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hold him close. He buries his face in your chest, but doesn't hug you back.

"You still mad?" you ask, stroking his hair. One day, you'd probably laugh about the condom comment. Today was not that day.

"Not at my girls," he mumbles into your breasts.

"What about the rest of me?"

He shrugs.

You reach for his hands and bring one to rest on each of your back pockets. "How 'bout now?"

"Hmmm…" he hums into your chest, thinking about it. He gives your ass a squeeze, then he lifts his hands and smacks you on both sides. "Yes."

"What can I do to make it up to you?" you smile, knowing he's almost over it.

"Tell me you want me," he mumbles.

"Of course I want you, you idiot."

He looks up at you and bats those beautiful eyelashes. "Only me?"

"Only you." You kiss the top of his head, then move to sit on the bumper beside him. "I don't want any of those idiots. You're my idiot, and I'm keeping you."

"What if you find someone who's not an idiot?" he asks quietly.

"Impossible," you grin. "All boys are idiots."

[911ficrecs]

please don’t be in love with someone else by spiritsontheroof - 6,992 words, not rated

Summary: Five times Buck and TK are mistaken for a couple and one time someone gets it right.

[sweet-sammy-kisses]

Buck: *talking to a pretty girl*

Eddie: *jealous and come to stake his claim*

[eddiestightywhities]

MORE THAN SEVEN SENTENCES MONDAY

tagged yesterday by pookies @inell and @kitteneddiediaz for seven sentence sunday, so here i am a day late with this silliness xp

this is more from my spanish-speaking pining jealous!eddie fic where our fave babygirl is currently partaking in a bit of internal tommy-bashing—DO NOT READ ON IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THIS CONCEPT. anyways, he honestly doesn't hate the guy in this story... apart from when he thinks about tommy and buck together, and then he really, really does lol

WARNINGS: self-loathing, mild disassociation and self-harm via digging fingernails into skin (kinda sounds heavier than it is imo).

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Buck is currently not single.

Buck is dating. Buck is dating another firefighter. Buck is dating another firefighter who is a man. Buck is dating another firefighter who is a man who is not Eddie.

Buck’s dating Tommy. Yeah, Tommy fucking Kinard.

Tommy Kinard, the LAFD Air Operations pilot who used to be in the army just like Eddie. Tommy Kinard, who flew him and Eddie to Vegas to watch a live Muay Thai match because they both love Muay Thai. Tommy Kinard, who is into baseball statistics but doesn't necessarily care to watch actual baseball games in the same way that Eddie is into baseball statistics but doesn't necessarily care to watch actual baseball games. Tommy Kinard, who Buck was so desperate to get close to that he practically crippled Eddie to make it happen. Tommy Kinard, who is now well on his likely smug way to becoming Buck's Significant Other—hell, Eddie would be smug if it were him.

Eddie would like to know what exactly it is Tommy has that Eddie doesn't (his sanity, probably).

The only reason he isn't here is because he's on shift, gracias joder. And the reason Eddie is thanking fuck for the fortuitous timing of events is because he's not sure what he would have done if Buck’s boyfriend had joined them this evening. Actually, no—no, that's an outright lie. Eddie would have bailed if Tommy had come over; Tommy always comes over when he can and Eddie just doesn't think he can take seeing him and Buck together anymore. In fact, he thinks he'd rather chew off his own arm. Although he's almost started wishing Pilot Boy had made an appearance tonight, just so Eddie could feign a migraine and be allowed to go home alone and be the Unhinged Depressive Loser that he is in peace.

Only vaguely aware of entering the daydream-like space just to the left of fully present—where the Bad Decisions part of his mind seems to travel to whenever these kinds of feelings surface—Eddie's only partially registering the unhealthy half-moon shapes forming in the heels of his palms from where short fingernails are trying their best to break the skin.

He's left wondering when exactly it was that he started internally referring to his buddy, Tommy, as Pilot Boy. Actually, he isn't all that clear on whether the term ‘buddy’ can even be used any longer, not since the dynamics between Tommy and Buck changed and Eddie stopped hearing from Mr I Fly A Helicopter Because I Am So Much Cooler Than You. And sure, the most likely reason for that is the way Eddie kept brushing the guy off as though he were an unwanted piece of lint on the lapel of Eddie's suit jacket, like the first class asshole Eddie can be when he wants to. Tommy probably gave up the ghost roundabout the same time Eddie stopped sending texts altogether a fortnight-ish ago. But honestly, it's whatever. Because Eddie just cannot find it in himself to give a single shit about whatever buddyship may or may not have been about to blossom between him and the person still in his phone contacts as T-Dawg—not when the sneaky fuck went and stole away his Buck.

Ask Eddie if he cares about how childish he's being.

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tagging, play or nay: @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch @woodchoc-magnum @eddiegettingshot @mazzystar24 @daffi-990 @watchyourbuck @treasurehuntbuck