#mature eddie

[fckeddiemunson]

Who Do You Belong To? | Older!Eddie Munson

Synopsis: Eddie and you have been neighbours for a while and have been casually fucking. When you bring somebody else home who can actually satisfy you too. Eddie gets jealous and has to remind you who you belong to

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI. choking, p in v, pussy slapping, slight dom!eddie, slight mean!eddie, oral f!receiving, just lots of general fucking, breeding kink, some fluff at the end cause i couldnt help myself 

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You and Eddie had been neighbours in the trailer park for about 3 years. You had moved in after a messy breakup and quickly became attached to Eddie as a friend and somewhat mentor as he taught you how to fix certain things in your car. Eddie was older than you and still breathtaking. He had matured into his look, gathered more tattoos over time and gained some muscle from being a mechanic. He had helped you back on your feet after the breakup, helping you get another job at the bar he often played at with his local band, always keeping young at heart. 

Eddie was a useless cook though and most nights he’d come to yours, bringing a few beers to share and attempt to help you cook a meal for the two of you. It was your way of saying thank you for saying thank you for the car help. 

Its also how you two started fucking.

 One night after dinner was well over, you both sat outside, both sitting across from each other on the deck chair you had bought to tan yourself on. You were both drinking and talking, he always made you laugh. He was goofy and a little wild. He would tell you stories from when he was 20 and what he and his friends used to get up to. It was a little unbelievable you thought quietly but Eddie said it with such conviction you had to believe him. You didn’t know how it happened, one minute you were talking about music and concerts and the next Eddie’s lips were on yours, your hands tangling in his hair. 

Eddie managed to get you into his bed that night. He teased you on the couch for almost an hour, his fingers coaxing orgasm after orgasm from you. When he fucked you in was deep and slow, savouring the moment for the both of you. He reached areas of you, you didn’t know was possible and unlocked pleasure previously foreign to you. It was clear he had a lot of experience in the area and it made your stomach flip in anticipation each time you saw him. After that first night you kept finding your ways into each other's beds at ungodly hours of the morning. Each time he took you it felt like the first time, he would touch you and feel you like he had never before. Electrifying your skin with his touch. You had briefly discussed that this was a strictly casual thing. Or at least you both were trying to convince yourself it was that. Eddie was the only thing on your mind as you fell asleep at night, when Eddie was out late with friends or playing a gig you resorted to getting yourself off while thinking of him between your legs. Eddie was the same, the occasions he had caught a glimpse of you going out with your girlfriends to a bar, he was always jealous he wasn’t parading you around in that tight little dress, nobody allowed to touch you except him, it sent him feral. 

You had both come to the decision that it was good for you both to see other people. That this was fun but it was just a bit of a fling while you were both bored. Anyway Eddie was in his very late thirties and you in your mid twenties, it didn’t make sense to try and attach any relationship to the filthy, dirty sex you kept having. 

Eddie was the first to bring home a girl after a gig he played. He was shocked to say the least, usually there was a crowd of drunk middle aged metalheads reliving their teenage years. You were seething to say the least, arms crossed sitting up in bed as you could hear him through the thin walls and close distance. You could hear him making her come over and over again. His cock stretching her out and pounding her senseless. 

That morning you had watched her slip out, doing the walk of shame through the park. She stayed the night? You always left me afterwards! You thought furiously, you stepped outside your trailer with a coffee watching her walk away staggering a little. 

“Morning sweetheart” Eddie appeared at his door, shirtless, you looked him up and down, eyes drinking in his messy morning hair and his muscled arms. Eddie took a step towards you and took a big gulp from your coffee cup. 

“That wasn’t very nice” You stated, looking longingly into the empty coffee cup. “You seemed to have had a good night, she even stayed the night” you couldn’t help the passive aggressive tone drip from your voice. 

“I did have a good night, you’re right. She made such pretty faces when she came-”

“Ugh, fucking men” You had heard enough, you stamped back inside and slammed the door. 

Eddie followed you to your door, “Maybe you should go out tonight? Let loose” Eddie called after you. That made you more annoyed, he was clearly riling you up about the woman he fucked, and it was working. 

So you did, for the next few weekends you went out with your friends and found a cute enough guy to bring home. It was a useless exercise, they were all around your age and useless around a woman's body. After the second time you kicked the guy out and  had showered and gone crawling over to Eddie’s trailer, desperate for him to make you come. 

“Aww darlin’, couldn’t he make you come? Bet he didn’t even get you close, poor boy” Eddie cooed to you, his fingers buried inside your cunt as he pumped and curled his fingers making you see stars after only a few minutes. 

“Fuck you Eddie” You had moaned out as he said that, thrusting himself into you as you fell apart beneath him, a string of moans and curses whining from your mouth. After that time, you hadn’t brought anyone else home, knowing they could never compare to Eddie. 

You had calmed down from that night as Eddie didn’t seem to bring anybody else home either. Your routine of dinner and a few drinks had continued as normal, but no more sex. It was as if in your heads you had both called it quits without even trying. Eddie was talking about his gig the next night, and you were helping him sew on some more patches onto his denim vest. 

“I have kept this vest for over 20 years.” He said proudly, admiring your neat handiwork on the patches. 

“Jeez old man, that’s basically my entire life - time to retire your lucky vest.” You punched his tattooed arm as he fake laughed at you. Something about him being older really got your off. 

“Well you’re the one who’s fucked this old man darlin’ so I think I’m the lucky one” Eddie chuckled and you fell awkwardly silent, not knowing where you stood since you had stopped sleeping together. Eddie filled the awkward silence though 

“You should come tomorrow night at the Hideout, I think it would be fun, bring some of your friends and we’ll have a few drinks” Eddie smiled at you. You had never been to a gig of his before. 

“Okay I will, I’ll dredge up my leather pants just for the occasion” You joked with him. 

“Hey! Me too.” Eddie literally pulled out some leather pants from a pile of clothes and you had to mentally slap yourself for thinking about his ass in those. 

You thought that maybe just being friends and neighbours with Eddie won’t be that bad and that you could both just keep pushing your feelings down. 

You and your friend Elaine had ended up going, more people gathered in the bar than you imagined. You had already done a shot with Eddie when you got there, a bit buzzed already. “Wish me luck sweetheart” Eddie had said, booping your nose and going to get the stage ready.  Elaine had started talking to a nice guy who was buying you drinks and you turned to go find Eddie before they played, as you did you were met with a hard frame. Looking up to see another metal head, beer in hand that was now all over him. He was young about your age and wickedly cute. 

“I’m so sorry, let me” you grabbed some napkins from the bar and frantically wiped up  his shirt. 

“Oh sorry, that was probably a bit weird doing that.” He laughed at you before outstretching his hand. “I’m Andy, do you want to buy me a drink and come sit with me to make it up?” He cocked his head to the side and you introduced yourself and ordered him a beer and followed him to an empty bar table. You and Andy got on very well and talked for ages, you had a nice view of the stage from where you were so you stayed with him chatting as Corroded Coffin got ready. 

Eddie was watching you like a hawk from across the room. He wasn’t overly worried, you’d be crawling to him by the end of the night, begging for him to fuck you and fill you with his come. You had actually worn tight leather pants and they were sending him over the edge, not that he’d admit that to anyone, he was still convinced what you had was no strings attached. Still he felt a slight twinge in his heart as he watched you laugh at the younger man's jokes and touched his arm affectionately. Eddie had played the show anger rising with every song as he watched you with this guy. The larger than usual crowd was loving his aggression but he was going crazy watching you. By the last song, Eddie watched him slide his arm around your waist and lean in to kiss you. Eddie felt protective and possessive over you in that moment, but he was too stubborn to admit it to himself. You could feel Eddie's eyes burning into you from across the room as they walked off, it made you want to kiss Andy more. “Want to go to mine?” You asked Andy who nodded vigorously. 

You made sure you clocked eyes with Eddie as you led Andy towards the door and into his car. It was very clear you were trying to make him jealous and it was working. 

Eddie was at the bar and watched you getting into his car. Eddie gave it about ten minutes before curiosity took over him, he finished up the drink he had and called it an early night, practically racing back to his car and home. Call him a creep or not but he needed to know what you sounded like beneath him, if you made any of the pretty little noises you made when he was inside you or if he could even make you come. Eddie huffed at his own thoughts, feeling like a perv but nothing could stop him. 

Andy had you bent over your bed when Eddie did pull in. He could hear your moans from outside and he stood near your bedroom window listening to Andy pound into you. Eddie felt sickened, only he should be making you moan like that. Only he should be allowed to touch you, to be allowed inside your body. Andy had twisted his hand round playing with your clit softly, it was enough that it sent you over the edge, coming as he thrusted himself into you chasing his own high. Nobody else besides Eddie had made you come before and you were enjoying his touch - but something just wasn’t as good, Andy made you come but the intensity wasn’t there, did not elicit the same emotion as Eddie. Eddie heard the change in your moan and knew that the younger man had made you come. He retreated to his trailer, annoyed and with an uncomfortable boner. He heard Andy leave and knew that night you weren’t crawling over to him sticky and needy for him. It didn’t sit right with him, you needed to be his and only his. 

You kicked Andy out almost immediately after he left his number on your kitchen table. He tried to hug you goodbye but you recoiled at the touch, realising who you really wanted. Once you showered and changed you ate some leftovers in your kitchen. You lent against the window, spying Eddie in his trailer, beer in hand and the most angered look on his face. He rearranged himself, wincing, clearly hard and uncomfortable. 

Eddie didn’t speak or see you for the next few days. It was probably for the best that he didn't. He was furious and finally came to the conclusion that he couldn’t stay away from you and that something casual wasn’t going to cut it. You were left feeling a little heartbroken, it was the first time in a long time that he hadn’t come over for dinner or his daily check under the hood of your car. You missed him, missed talking to him but also missed his hands all over your body. You had decided to end the not talking and bake him some dinner for him, falling right into what he wanted. You knocked on his door, holding a tray of food, drawing a deep breath as he opened the door. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat when you knocked, he knew you too well to know that you would do this but he was still excited to see you. 

“Hi darlin’” He smirked down at you as he opened the door. 

“Hi, uh, I haven’t seen you for a while so I was worried you hadn’t been eating very well” You gestured to the food and he moved to the side slightly, your body brushing his as you went inside. 

“Always looking after me sweetheart” Eddie's voice was charming and it made you blush as you started plating up the food. 

“Not sure I’m hungry for that right now” Eddie was suddenly inches behind you, hands on your hips, lips kissing the back of your neck. You pushed him back, needing answers. 

“Okay Eddie what the hell. We stopped all of this and then you ignored me for days - whats the go?” You crossed your arms, Eddie’s face changed, and he lent towards you, trapping your bodies together as his hands grabbed the bench behind you. 

“Oh sweetheart, I heard you the other night, screaming your brains out for somebody else, I think you’re doing fine” Eddie’s voice was icy and you scoffed at him.

“What the fuck? We both agreed to screw other people. You’re just jealous that another man can make me come? Is that it Eddie? Scared that somebody is better than you?” You were taunting him and also taken aback he was behaving this way. His hand went up to hold your throat, squeezing as he forced you to look into his eyes. He laughed darkly, his hand slipping into your loose pyjama shorts, happy to find that you weren’t wearing any underwear. 

“Oh I know that I’m still better than him. Yeah maybe I am jealous because this pussy belongs to me now. Nobody else is allowed to make you come, only me” Eddie flicked circles around your clit, you held back a broken moan. 

“You can’t fuck anybody else then, you- fuck- you have to be mine too.” You grinded yourself against his hand. 

“All yours baby, I don’t want anyone else.” Eddie slid two fingers into you and curled them towards him, his thumb rested on your clit as he moved his fingers agonisingly slow. 

“Who do you belong to?” Eddie growled in your ear 

“You, only you” you were breathless, needing him to move his fingers faster. 

“Good girl, come on, I want to hear your pretty moans.” Eddie thrusted his hand deeper and curled  his fingers in and out, his thumb swirling faster on your clit. You moaned as he licked a stripe up your neck and kissed the spot right below your ear. You heard your wetness as he fucked you, fingers not relenting on you. Eddie flattened his hand more, his fingers sliding deeper and palm rubbing against your clit. You felt that familiar flutter in your stomach, your head rolling back and a low moan escaping you. 

“Uh uh sweetheart, you don’t get to come yet. You haven’t earned it.” Eddie tutted and withdrew his hand. You whined against him, hips rutting against nothing. 

“Do you think you’ve earned it after that little show I heard the other night?” Eddie’s hand came down in a stinging slap on your cunt, pulsating right through you. 

“Turn around.” Eddie spun you, pushing your face against the counter and roughly yanking your shorts down. 

“I'm gonna have to remind you who you belong to sweetheart.” Eddie’s jeans were rough against your bare pussy. He quickly pulled out his cock, teasing it through your wet folds, you shuddered at the feeling. 

Eddie pushed inside you slowly, the stretch burning you as you mumbled mindlessly at Eddie. His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you up against his back, his face nuzzled into your neck as he thrusted hard and deep into you. His hand travelled to your neck, gripping tight and pulling your head back as far as it could to look at him. 

“You look so fucked out sweeheart, wish you could see how desperate you look right now. And all for me. Hmm, you’re just my personal little slut.” Eddie was always a bit  rougher during sex but nothing like this, the way he spoke was only making you more soaked as he tunnelled into you. He angled his hips lower and drove his cock into your g-spot, your legs buckled beneath him, moaning loudly suddenly overwhelmed with pleasure you felt the simmer in your stomach rising. 

“Eddie, can I please come?” You whined, panting against the counter. 

“No, not yet” Eddie stopped and pulled out of you, hooking his arm around you and pulling you onto his lap on the couch. 

“You’re going to show me just how much you’ve earned it.” Eddie smacked your ass, prompting you to raise your hips from his and slam yourself down onto his dick. Eddie groaned as your pace quickened, your wetness gathering at the base of his dick. You grabbed Eddie’s hands and guided them to your boobs, he squeezed and you moaned his name, he growled beneath you feeling you clench around him. You bounced on him, breathless and needy to come but never quite reaching the high until you could tell Eddie was getting close, his breath becoming ragged and chest flushing as you rode him. 

He flipped you onto your back on his couch, holding your legs to your chest as he slid back into you, he felt bigger like this, everything was more intense. His thumb went to your clit rubbing as you watched his dick slide in and out of you, unable to look away. 

“Come on baby, I want you to come for me” Eddie cooed down at you, smirking at your fucked out state. Eddie snapped his hips angle so each thrust hit your g-spot deliciously. Your breath became ragged and a strangled moan escaped your lips at his hardest thrust, you felt yourself gush onto his dick, the wet sounds filling the room. 

“EddieEddieEddie” you moaned over and over as Eddies thrusts became sloppy and he pulled you closer, a harsh groan falling from his lips. 

“Want me to fill you full of my come darlin’?” You looked up at Eddie with doe eyes and nodded, biting your lip. It sent Eddie over the edge as he came, squeezing your neck tight before collapsing on top of you. 

You both cleaned up and sat at his table having a drink and eating the dinner you brought over. Eddie couldn’t stop smiling at you. 

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I ignored you the way I did. It just hit me how much I like you and I was struggling to accept it. It’s one thing to sleep with someone so much younger but I want something more with you, if-if thats what you want.” Eddie looked anxious as the confession fell from his lips. You tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and grabbed his hand to hold it. 

“I want something more too.” you whispered before kissing him slowly, tongue invading his mouth as you pulled him closer. 

“I’m yours and you are mine” Eddie whispered before kissing you deeply.

[strangersteddierthings]

Eddie blinks. Once. Twice. And a third time for good measure. The scene before him doesn't change. Steve Harrington stands off to the side of the lunch table, behind Jeff and Frankie who have both gone still as statues like they think if they don't move, King Steve won't see them.

"Uh, what?" Eddie finds himself saying, against his own will. He heard Harrington the first time, doesn't need or want him to repeat himself, but his disbelief seems to have won out against his grudge for all jocks and his indifference to Steve Harrington in particular.

Harrington's face pinches, like he's three seconds away from rolling his eyes. He doesn't do that, though, which Eddie will give him one brownie point for. "I asked if you had a minute to talk." Eddie's taking away his brownie point because Steve 'asks' in a way that sounds more like a demand.

Hearing the question and or demand a second time doesn't lower Eddie's hackles, but it does pique his curiosity. He drums his fingers atop his lunchbox, thinking it over. He wishes he could say he's pretending to think about it before he tells Harrington to fuck off, but the truth is he actually is thinking about it.

What could Harrington possibly have to say to him? They very much do not run in the same circles. Eddie only talks business at the picnic table past the edge of the woods out back and everyone who buys from him knows that. They share several classes, since they're both seniors, but everyone knows Eddie's on a track to not graduate (again) so he can't possibly be coming to discuss Mrs. Click's homework assignment.

"Sure. Should we go elsewhere or...?" Eddie trails off, lifting a hand to wave in a circle in Steve's direction, questioning.

Steve looks over his shoulder, back towards the side of the cafeteria taken up by the 'popular' crowd. When Steve turns his face back, he looks- well, kind of sad for a moment before it's smoothed over with indifference.

Interesting.

"No. It's probably good that the rest of your friends hear it anyway," Steve answers.

Jeff's eyebrows rise to his hairline, and Frankie frowns as his eyebrows raise at the same time, showing an expression of interest. Eddie's got no idea what Gareth's face is doing because Eddie can't see him unless he wants to turn his face away, but he's certain it's probably a glare of some sort.

Eddie leans back in his chair, wiggling like he's getting extra comfortable before he says, "Well, alright Harrington. Shoot."

"I'm graduating this year, so I just wanted to give you a heads up for next year. I tried to curb the bullying, but I know it still happened. So, since I'm not going to be here to watch out for that, you're gonna wanna up your," Steve gestures to all of Eddie, "everything."

He knew Steve curbed the bullying a bit, heard the confirmation of that last year from Jason Carver and Tommy Hagan, when he'd stepped in to save Gareth. Or rather, Gareth had come flying in to save him and then Eddie had to save Gareth- well, the details don't matter really.

"My everything?" Eddie asks, more confused than angry. He thinks he should be angry. Harrington has all but outright said he doesn't think Eddie's going to graduate with him, after all. But no. The main emotion now is confusion.

"Yeah. Your, y'know, freakinesss or whatever. Be more of it."

"Be more of a freak?" It's fascinating, that Harrington just keeps talking like he thinks anyone at this table care for his opinion.

"Yeah!" Harrington says, cheery like he thinks that Eddie's agreed with him somehow, complete with a stupid snap of his fingers that turns into a finger gun pointed at Eddie. "You've already got this like unapproachable mad dog kind of look about you, most of the JV team is already scared of you. Just like, up that a bit more and they'll probably steer clear of you and your friends." Then Harrington frowns deep, looking around the table of nerds and dorks before looking down at the top of Gareth's head to add, "well. Except probably curly here. No offense, but you seem an easy target."

"Fuck off," Gareth growls, because of everyone at the table, Gareth does have the most bite. (Most bark goes to Eddie himself). Eddie's more prone to run from a problem than engage in it, unlike Gareth, who he's had to pull off of a few people this year.

"Or not," Harrington retracts his previous statement and Eddie will grant the man another brownie point, which brings the total up to one.

"Good to know my reputation precedes me," Eddie grins, wild and a bit manic.

Harrington is unphased. "Yeah! Do that more. I think it really freaks Jason out and he's most likely to take the captain slot next year, so if you get him afraid of you, the rest of the team'll fall in line and leave you alone too. I think he's super religious, so like, lean into the satanic panic thing people are up in arms about and next year will be a breeze. And-"

Eddie lifts a hand, a motion for Harrington to stop talking. It surprised him a little that Harrington does. Even more interesting. "Stop me if I'm wrong here, Harrington, but are you suggesting that I become the bully?"

Harrington's mouth opens and closes a few times before his face pinches again. Instead of looking like he's going to roll his eyes and be bitchy, Harrington looks confused and then like he's deep in thought. An uncomfortable amount of awkward silence falls over there table, but it's just when Eddie's about to break that silence that Harrington finally speaks. "No. I'm saying just like, be you but bigger. Like, you don't even gotta look in the team's direction. If you're just more of a freak than you usually are, they'll steer clear without the bullying."

"You sure know how to compliment a guy," Eddie deadpans. He's not even upset that Steve's called him a freak. He's spent the majority of his high school career cultivating that outlook. He wasn't just a freak, he was The Freak.

Now a look crosses Harrington's face. One Eddie's not sure he's interpreting correctly. If he had to take a guess, he'd say the look was calculating, knowing, in a way that Eddie doesn't think Harrington could actually achieve. Then it's gone, replaced with the bitchy, eye-rolling look Eddie's used to seeing, and Harrington says, "I haven't said anything untrue."

Hmm. The most interesting thing yet. Eddie might not be graduating (again) but he's not dumb. He didn't survive this far in his life, with a father like his, without learning to read people. He wasn't as good as he wanted to be at reading people last year, but he's definitely good enough know to think that, maybe, just maybe, Harrington also knows a thing or two about cultivating a public perception. Making sure people only see a certain side of you.

"Alright," is what Eddie answers, "I'll take what you've said under advisement."

"Uh. Okay," Harrington says before he just walks away. Conversation over.

"Well," Jeff says, "that was strange."

"Very," Eddie agrees as he watches Harrington walk away, tracking him until the cafeteria door slams shut behind him when he exits.

Eddie has always wanted to up the ante, so to speak. Jump on a cafeteria table and rant about capitalism and organized sports. He never has before but next year seems like a great time to try.

[jellyfish-confetti]

Oh my goodness!! Happy Valentines day and heres my lil drawing gift for the Steddie Vday exchange!! I hope you like @medusapelagia !! Happy Valentines day! It's a little saucier than I usually post 😳😳 but still nice!!

[glorious-spoon]

the thing is, eddie is every bit as unhinged and reckless as buck; he just has a better poker face

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Sorry, but I just had a thought and I’m exhausted and don’t know if I’m going to write anymore tonight.

Just Steve holding a slight grudge against Nancy after she pretty much calls his love bullshit in the bathroom. He feels lead on, he’s slightly bitter but he knows how to be discreetly passive if he needs to be. But thing is he doesn’t have the energy in him to be passive. If this had been before the monsters, and someone who he thought was the love of his life did what Nancy did and proceeded to end up dating the guy who she said not to worry about within days after getting into a fight, he would have probably done something stupid. Probably would have ruined her locker with mean words or something like that.

He wasn’t sure what he would do, he was exhausted and couldn’t think of what used to come easy to him. Or maybe he’s grown to realize how immature that was, how it didn’t even seem all that fun to do to someone. Just thinking back to spray painting slut on the theater makes his gut twist uncomfortably. Once, he used to be the one to climb up there and spray something even worst. Now the thought made him want to throw up.

And maybe the grudge he is holding against Nancy isn’t really a grudge. Maybe he has matured to realized that the grudge he held was within himself for how fast he had fallen. For how stupid he was for thinking the girl would ever end up with him. He should have seen the signs. How she defended Jonathan even after he took non consensual photos of him and her about to have sex. Which he still felt disgusted by, his skin still crawled uncomfortably around the little creep whenever he was close by.

Though when the time comes, he realizes he was holding a grudge against Nancy. When he falls harder for someone new he realizes within minutes that something was different about this one. Instead of smacking him in the shoulder and scolding him for staring to long, Eddie would pull his hair in front of his face with bright eyes. Would do something dramatic to snap Steve out of the trance he was in. Like lick his face instead of kissing him.

That was the other thing Steve discovered. In the moments where it was just the two of them, it seemed like every other minute time would stop and Eddie would be in the same bubble as him. Lost in the same spell that Steve had tumbled into, needing to kiss the other just as much as they needed oxygen to breathe.

Nancy rarely had those moments with Steve, and they had stopped right around the time she started hanging out with Jonathan.

And Steve does hold a grudge, for how she stayed with him longer than what she had to.

Eddie made him feel in love and loved. Whenever Steve watched the other man he could barely keep his hands to himself and the best part was Eddie didn’t care. Steve could bite off Eddie’s remaining nipple and the man would still let Steve do whatever he wanted to him. Nancy never trusted Steve and never earned Steve’s trust the way Eddie did within one week of knowing each other.

Eddie was the moon and Nancy had been the sun for Steve. The sun burnt his skin and left him blistered while the moon wrapped his arms around him and rocked him to sleep every night. While Steve worried about when the sun would explode, he never had to worry about the moon disappearing for to long. It always came back, no matter what happened. Even if Steve had been an asshole.

God was Steve in love. This was it for him. And maybe at one point he had loved Nancy just as much as he did Eddie.

But now, as each day passes he only finds himself falling more in love with Eddie Munson.

He slowly comes to the conclusion that his love was and will never be bullshit.

And when he finally sits down to talk to Nancy about it, he finally gets it off his chest. What had been bugging him for almost years before falling for Eddie.

“Nancy, we were bullshit. But my love, it was all real. Maybe not as strong as it is for Ed’s but I know that if … everything wasn’t such bullshit I could have gotten there.” Steve says softly to Nancy. Shortly after she confessed she still had feelings for him. He seen this conversation coming from a mile away, especially with how many one sided sparks happened between the two of them while running for their life’s on spring break.

And as he stands up, leaving her in her own shock. Letting her process that he was with Eddie, a man. He can’t help but feel proud of himself.

He didn’t intentionally hold this grudge, but he felt as if he got back at her the healthiest way he could. By maturing and moving on. And looking down at Nancy, he could tell that she needed time to do the same. Not to be with another man or date in general, but to just grow as a person. But that was no longer his problem. His problem was currently running up the steps of the trailer with what seemed to be a moving snake.

“Hey Stevie! Look what I found.”

Steve was in love, and it wasn’t bullshit.

[thatbuddie]

[crabsnpersimmons]

Voice Cast: Donnie Osmond

some of you may have already seen a preview of this guy, but here he is!

this is Eddie! my Eclipse OC, who i've been brainrotting about lately

Eddie used to be a performer, singing and dancing on stage as part of a touring show. He fell in love with another performer, who shared his dream of having a big family some day. but as a robot and a human, they didn't believe it was possible for them. His love eventually left the show to elope with another man—a human man. Years later, they reunite, but she is alone and pregnant. Due to complications during childbirth, his love passes away, leaving behind her twin infants, whom she named Solomon and Lunete. After that, Eddie decides to retire from the stage to raise the twins.

While he misses the stage, he tries his best to be the best father he can be for his kids.

[munsonslove]

Polaroids

(18+ only)

summary: As Eddie settles in to enjoy some "alone time", he finds a little present you left behind for him.

wordcount: 2.4k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, smut, friends to lovers (kinda), male masturbation

a/n: sorry i haven’t posted in so long life is just one thing after the fucking other ya know? i’m gonna try to find the motivation to write more, thank you all for sticking with me <3

With a soft click, the garage sale lamp on Eddie’s bedside table flickers to life, illuminating his messy roomy in a dim flickering glow. It’s not the most efficient light source, but it’ll suffice for the nighttime activities he has planned.

Although he feels a small amount of shame toward the way that he’s undeniably objectifying one of his best friends, he can’t help the effect that you have on him. It was bad enough that you were jaw-droppingly beautiful, funny, kind, and into all the same stuff as he was. But to make matters worse, on top of all that you were a damn tease. 

You were over earlier that day, showing up unexpectedly at his door, strutting into his domain without even knocking first. He was ready to yell out his half-hearted complaints concerning privacy before he realized it was you. At which point he shot straight up into a sitting position and did a quick once over of his floor to make sure he didn’t have anything embarrassing laying about.

Wayne had let you in, and Eddie hadn’t heard due to the blasting volume of his radio. After the initial shock of you standing before him in the flesh (when merely seconds before he was imagining your flesh under very different circumstances) he noticed the dampness of your hair and the way your shirt clung to your body, accentuating the tempting softness he wished to leave his handprints all over. You told him about your day- how you had gone to the lake with some of your friends, and how you can’t go home without showering first because you were supposed to be out “studying”.

While explaining the reason behind your impromptu visit, you kicked off your sandals and began brazenly rifling through his dresser drawers for clothes to steal, finding an old Judas Priest t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Before he can even begin to ask how you plan to go home in a pair of men’s boxers and not be questioned, he’s being dragged by his sleeve out of his room over to the bathroom door, before having it shut in his exasperated face (much to the amusement of his uncle, who at this point was accustomed to your antics). He waited, and a moment later you cracked open the door just enough to slip your arm outside, handing him your discarded clothes reeking of dirty lake water.

You knew the washing machine hookup was busted. He knew you knew, and he knew that you knew he would drive to the laundromat without complaint as long as you asked him in that sweet voice of yours. After taking the bundle of clothes from you (and blushing at the matching set of bra and panties), he grabbed his keys and walked out the door- the sound of water running making his mind wander to the way you were naked in his trailer right now, soaping yourself up to eventually change into his clothes and wait for him in his room.

When Eddie returned home eight quarters poorer, the shower was turned off and there was muted music playing from behind his closed door. He entered to find you lazily laid on your stomach as you flipped through his copy of Lord of the Rings with your knees bent and feet swinging in the air behind you. You ignored his presence, but Eddie was well aware that you were only doing so because you loved to mess with him. So, in retaliation, he chucked each article of clothing onto you one by one- your bra landing on top of your head and blocking your view of the book.

You laughed on your way out, and it sounded so beautiful that he ended up missing the teasing remark you must have made that caused you to shoot a wink in his direction.

The bathroom door opened and closed, signaling that you were once again undressing yourself not ten feet from where Eddie was standing. This thought left behind a goofy smile on his face- which dropped like a rock in water when his eyes roamed over the items on top of his dresser.

There sat a magazine from a growing collection he had started at age sixteen- one of his favorite and most used additions. Inside was a page dog-eared, and if flipped open the reader would be greeted by the sight of a model who looked suspiciously like the girl currently changing in the other room. Same skin tone, hair color and style, eye color, body shape, even similar facial features. And just to further take away any plausible deniability, the adjacent page featured a polaroid of you laughing in the back of Eddie’s van taped over the article.

Surely if he had been found out you would have said something, right? But there was no way you didn’t see it when you were searching for something to wear. Thankfully everything seemed normal, so most likely you noticed the cover and decided to let it be and not investigate further. To air on the safe side, the magazine ended up shoved between the mattress and box spring, hidden out of sight.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. You came back in your original outfit and spent a couple more hours hanging out before hitching a ride home with Wayne when he had to leave for his shift at the plant. After the hum of the engine faded away, not much time passed before Eddie made up his mind to indulge in his most guilty pleasure.

The bed creaks as he eases himself off of it, harshly breaking the quiet peacefulness of the night. After lifting the mattress, he snatches the evidence that was hidden away only a short while ago. Then, he flops back down into a lying position before rolling onto his side and propping his head up with his left hand. Setting the magazine down, he unties the drawstring of his sweatpants, his cock already hardening in anticipation of what his body knows is to come. His fingertip trails along the edge of the cover, finding the dog-eared corner. Not wasting any more time, he turns to that page.

What he sees nearly stops his heart.

The polaroid of you laughing was still there- he can see a sliver of it peeking out from the side. However, freshly taped over it was a new picture. One obviously taken earlier that evening.

Eddie only realizes he’s stopped breathing when his chest starts to hurt, and quickly gasps for air as he frantically sits up, causing the pornography to fall to the floor. All the blood in his head rushes lower, need pulsing deep within his lower abdomen. There’s no way he saw what he thinks he saw, but there’s also no way he could mistake it.

Looking over to the shelf revealed that the camera was indeed no longer where he had last left it. In fact, it was closer than before- innocently placed on Eddie’s nightstand right next to a roll of scotch-tape.  With his erection now uncomfortably straining against fabric and begging to be released from the confines of his pants, he picks the magazine back up from where it had landed with shaky hands.

Right there, taped dead center of the page, was a picture of you. Your face deceivingly demure with a glint of lust in your eyes and your lower lip bitten between your teeth, as you lay on the very same bed Eddie sits on currently. Hair strewn about, a halo behind your head, fitting for the image of an angel he was entranced by.

The shirt- his shirt- that you were wearing was raised above your clavicle, and the arm not holding the camera was across your rib cage. It perfectly and strategically lifted your breasts and pressed them together, showcasing your perky nipples and the soft supple flesh that Eddie had only ever seen before in his dreams.

He can’t believe it- can’t believe that you… but it’s not like you could have done this by mistake. You wanted him to find this, and you wanted him to find it while he was already preparing to touch himself to the thought of you.

Ripping the photo from the page and tossing the magazine to the side (he won’t need the model’s help this time) he lays down on his back and holds it with two hands as if it were the most fragile thing in the world. You stare back at him, unblinking and still but no less beautiful than ever. He feels like a pervert. But again, the only reason he even had this picture was because you wanted him to have it. So, pushing away any lingering guilt, he starts to palm at his crotch over his sweats.

Unsurprisingly, he’s already hard. So much so that it aches, and when he finally gives in the moan that he’s unable to hold back comes out broken and desperate. He wants to wait, to build up anticipation and tease himself. He knows that would make the release so much more sweet, but Eddie never claimed to be a beacon of self control.

The bed creaks more in his attempts to pull down his pants one handed- unwilling to tear his gaze away from you for even a second- and his legs do the rest of the work as they kick away the offending garment. His cock springs up to his naval, the cool air of the bedroom contrasting his heated skin nicely as precum dribbles onto his stomach. With a hurried lick to his palm for lubrication, he wraps his hand around the base of his length in a firm grip. He already knows for a fact that he won’t last long. Squeezing just enough that his thumb barely touches his fingers, he runs his fist up his shaft and back down, releasing a deep guttural groan that leaves him thanking god he had the trailer to himself tonight. 

Due to the way your head is angled down so that you can stare up at the lens sultrily through your eyelashes (combined with the bunched up fabric of the shirt and how strands of your hair fall over the side of your face) only a sliver of your collarbone is visible. Still, this doesn’t stop Eddie from beginning his fantasy the way he always does- imagining what it would be like to bury his nose in the junction between your shoulder and neck and lightly kiss there, gentle enough so you start to whine about him teasing you. Since he could never say no to you, this would quickly evolve into licking, sucking, and biting. The saltiness of your sweat combined with the bitterness of your perfume would somehow still be the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, he just knows it.

The next bullet point in his fantasies is usually removing your top. And now thanks to this little gift, his imagination doesn’t have to work as hard. He thinks about the way you would shiver underneath him while he lightly ran his touch up your sides, and how soft your skin would feel under the calloused tips of his fingers. Once your shirt was fully off, he knows he realistically wouldn’t be able to resist taking your breasts in each hand, positioning his hold so that the pads of his thumbs could graze over your nipples and cause them to harden before his very eyes.

His pace grows faster, his warm hand bringing him close to the edge despite the fact that he hadn’t even gotten around to thinking about how much warmer and wetter your pussy would be around him. He needs to hurry this along, his body is begging to fall over that cliff and he doesn’t have the strength to deny it any longer. Skipping ahead, he thinks about your ankles resting on his shoulders as he pressed the head of his weeping cock at your clenched entrance. Every time you accidentally moaned in a way that could be misconstrued as sexual while stretching, or groaned in frustration when something didn’t go your way- Eddie stored those sounds away in his mind for this exact moment. He can almost hear the sweet noises you would make when he finally breached that threshold and pushed inside of you.

He can’t take it any more. His fist stops pumping halfway down his shaft and he tightens his grip, but it does nothing to stop his climax from washing over him. It floods throughout his entire body, and is without a doubt the best orgasm he’s ever had. As he’s working himself through it- unabashedly letting loose moans of pure ecstasy in the privacy he’s been granted- he pictures what your face would look like as you came. Your eyes rolling back into your head as your mouth falls open, your eyelashes fluttering as you try and fail to keep your gaze on him. How would his name fall from your lips? Would it be soft and breathy, or loud and rough? Either way he would feel impossibly lucky that he got to be the one to take you there.

Coming back down from his high, he realizes that at some point he had closed his own eyes and was now clutching the picture of you to his heart. With a deep inhale, he lets out a sigh as he looks down at the mess he’s made. His seed spilled onto his torso, with some of it landing on the hem of his band tee that was hastily pushed up in a failed attempt to keep it clean.

Now sitting, he carefully places the polaroid down on his bedside table before taking a balled up paper towel from lunch earlier and using it to clean up as much of the cum as he can. Once done, he tosses it back on the table with his mind racing a mile a minute and redresses. With his pants back on, he nearly trips over his feet as he rushes to the phone, picking it up and letting muscle memory dial your number. It only rings two times before he hears your voice.

“Hello?” you answer, a slight hint of smugness in your tone like you were expecting this call.

“Get ready,” he tells you, already bent over and lacing up his sneakers. “I’m picking you up.”

[momowoah]

Eddie asking himself how could Buck be the same after the lightning strike and wondering if that means they lost the something that they had before. Telling Buck "Experiences like this, they change us. So what changed in you?" during the cemetery scene knowing full well that what changed for him when he died was that he realized he was in love with Buck, but that wasn't what changed for Buck. After being told by Buck that he feels like Natalia truly sees him. Eddie's death pushing him towards Buck and Buck's death being the reason why Eddie decided to pull away, because Buck didn't find it out and he thought it meant he didn't feel the same. I'm unwell.

[putting-eddie-munson-in-places]

can you put him in the birth of venus it’s what botticelli would have wanted

the birth of eddie

(unscarred version under the cut!)

[thepastneverforgets]

and if i said invisible string theory bucktommy, then what

[marvel-ous-m]

The Winner Takes it All

written for ‘pin’ wc: #388 | rated: M | cw: grinding, sexual themes | tags: getting together, wrestling, fade to black before things get explicit | @steddiemicrofic

Eddie bit his lip in an effort to stifle the laugh that began to bubble out of his throat- a laugh that would certainly give away his current position. Steve was alone for the first time all evening- had escaped movie night in search of snacks- so it was time to strike. 

Eddie waited for the moment that Steve turned away from the entrance into the kitchen- watched until Steve was vulnerable- and he pounced. 

This had started shortly after Eddie was released from the hospital. Eddie had guy friends, sure, but he didn’t have jock friends, so the first time that Steve tackled Eddie to the ground had taken him completely by surprise. Steve had him pinned down in seconds. 

Eddie had learned, though. Sure, he’d lost every wrestling match thus far, but today? Today, Eddie was going to win. 

The laugh that Eddie had tried desperately to keep down burst out at the sound of Steve’s surprised shriek. Eddie had wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and pulled, and now they were both on the floor, rolling around in an effort to shove the other down. 

After a few minutes of struggling, Eddie was able to regain control. He pinned Steve’s hands down by lacing them with his own, and put his leg in between Steve’s legs as an added restraint. Eddie looked down to see Steve panting, his cheeks flushed from exertion. 

“Alright, alright- you win, Munson. Get off me.” 

Eddie cackled and moved to roll away from Steve, but stopped immediately when he felt something against his leg. 

Something hard. 

He spared another glance down at Steve’s face, taking in the way that Steve’s eyes darted away from Eddie’s, the way the flush seemed to travel down his neck, disappearing below his t-shirt.

Oh. 

Eddie shifted, purposely brushing his thigh against the same spot, and bit his lip in response to the quiet moan that slipped from Steve’s plush lips. He leaned down until he was inches away from Steve’s face, until he could feel Steve’s breath against his skin. “Is this okay?” 

“Y-Yeah, this is- mhm.” 

Eddie pressed his lips against Steve’s and shifted once more. Steve groaned- an intoxicating sound- and Eddie couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. 

Yeah, Eddie thought as he felt Steve writhe underneath him, he won, alright. 

[ami-fly]

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

After pizza—and after El wakes up and eats her own pizza—everyone gathers around again to listen to Steve and Robin. “So I think by now we’ve proven we’re from the future,” Steve says. “We’re here, four years in the past, because a lot of bad things happen, and if we can, we’d like to stop those things from happening. The big one, and really the recurring problem, is a guy named Henry Creel who essentially took control of an alternate plane of existence we call the Upside Down.” He motions El over beside him, and she goes gladly, tucking her feet up onto the couch as she leans into his side, trusting him to hold her up. He does, sliding a protective arm around her shoulders as he says, “He’s also One.”

He watches as one by one the lightbulbs come on. “Oh, shit,” Dustin whispers, and Steve doesn’t even call him on it, just nods.

“Beyond Henry, though, there are creatures in the Upside Down that can and will kill you.” He rolls his eyes fondly at the boys. “For some inexplicable reason, you came up the names, so they’re called demogorgons, demodogs, and demobats. Demogorgons are what took Barb and Will, but they both got away. That doesn’t mean they’re safe, though. Like El said earlier, Barb was safe in the moment, but it’s still a very dangerous place. There are vines everywhere that are connected to a hive mind. You step on one, and Henry knows you’re there.”

He continues telling the story, Robin interrupting when there’s a detail he misses. It’s silent when they finish. Finally, El speaks up. “So, it is… my fault?”

“No, El,” Steve says softly. “None of this is your fault. Things out of your control happened that made you who you are. Those same things created all of this.”

El frowns. “So I am bad? Like One? Like the Upside Down?”

“No,” Mike says sharply. “You’re good, El.”

“He’s right,” Steve murmurs. “You made yourself good.” He pokes her arm teasingly, and she smiles, leaning back into him.

Steve looks around, catches Nancy’s eye, and sighs. “Nance? A word?”

“Steve?” Robin asks.

He shakes his head. “I’ll yell if I need you,” he promises, rubbing her head as he passes. She squawks and bats his hand away.

“Asshole,” she mutters, and he laughs as he disappears down the hallway, Nancy in tow.

They end up in a room Steve thinks was meant to be a study. “You have questions.”

“Understatement of the century. There’s just one that’s really bugging me, though.”

“Us?”

“Yeah.”

Steve sighs and leans against the wall. “On Halloween, Tina throws a party. We didn’t know what we do now, about the Upside Down, and you were still looking for her. I was an asshole, self-centered and unhelpful.” He blows out a breath, crosses his arms, and looks away. “You got drunk, called me, and my love for you, bullshit. Left. I tried to talk to you the next day at school about it and you couldn’t say you loved me. I was still hopeful. I’m a romantic at heart, y’know? I thought maybe if I could be everything you needed, if I changed enough, if, if, if…” he shakes his head. “So we stayed together. I tried. You slept with Jonathan Byers, then broke up with me.”

Nancy looks horrified. “Steve-”

He shakes his head. “I made my peace with it. And maybe this makes me an asshole, I dunno, but Nance, I can’t go back. We’re okay, we’re friends, but I can’t pretend I still have feelings for you. I’m sorry, but we both know I was just convenient for you.”

Nancy takes a breath. “So that’s it?”

Steve shrugs helplessly. “I don’t know what you want me to do. I tried and got my heart broken for it. I moved on, found someone I think I can really be happy with, without changing who I am. And for the record? It gets rocky for a second, but I think you and Byers are it, too.” He smirks. “Plus Mike likes him better than me.”

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Oh, well, if Mike likes him better…” they both laugh, and she looks at him. “No more feelings?”

He shakes his head. “We make much better friends.”

Nancy grins lopsidedly. “And Robin?”

Steve snorts. “Purely platonic, I promise. Neither of us want anything else with each other.”

Nancy looks at him then. Studies him. “You’ve been through some shit,” she decides. “But you look happy.”

He smiles. “I am, for the most part. I know who I am.”

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