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Chapter 15

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Steve felt the exhaustion creep in as Eddie held him close, neither of them speaking after Steve agreed to Eddie’s suggestion.

He let himself rest, but couldn’t fall asleep, something tugging at his brain in a way that still made him hesitant to relax completely.

He was safe, Eddie was keeping him safe, but he couldn’t drift off to sleep.

It took Eddie humming a song he vaguely recognized to catch the thought and put it into words.

“How do you know that song?” Steve sat back, staring at Eddie with wide eyes.

“My favorite local band plays it as their encore during shows. Why?”

“Um. Your favorite local band doesn’t happen to be High and Dry, does it?”

Steve felt his heartbeat quicken, getting louder as he thought about what this meant.

“It…is? How do you know them?” Eddie seemed genuinely shocked by the fact that Steve knew them, which was fair, considering they were a punk metal band that only played local venues once in a while.

Steve knew why they did though. Because he knew them. Because he knew the lead singer very well.

“The lead singer is Jonathan. Jonathan Byers.”

Eddie was still not getting it, which was fine, because Steve was now standing up and pacing, his hands moving to explain as much as possible.

“He’s Will’s older brother!” Steve threw his hands up, a huge smile taking over his face, the first one in too long.

“Wait. Jonathan is Will’s brother?”

“Yes!”

“Okay. Um. That’s a nice coincidence, sweetheart. I’m not sure why you’re so excited about it, but maybe we can go to their next show?”

Eddie was looking at him like he’d grown two heads, which was fair, Steve knew he wasn’t making much sense.

“No, you don’t get it!”

“No, I don’t,” Eddie agreed.

Steve placed his hands on Eddie’s cheeks, kissing his nose before he pulled away again. The erratic behavior was probably a bit too much, but he couldn’t contain it.

“So you have a connection to the Byers outside of me!”

It took a moment, but Eddie’s eyes widened and then he stood up, started pacing, too.

“I’ve done some of Jonathan’s tattoos recently. We aren’t like, close, but we talk sometimes. He gave me VIP tickets to a festival they performed at in exchange for a part of his sleeve a few months ago.” Eddie was practically doing laps around Steve now, who was watching with a fond smile as Eddie took what Steve thought of and ran with it. “He’s actually scheduled for next week to get something small done. I could call him and explain everything, maybe he could work with Joyce and Will and the school board to end the investigation early. We could just say I did it as a favor because I know the family!”

Steve nodded, his brain going faster than it ever has.

“I know Joyce and Will will be on my side through everything, especially when they find out I’ve been suspended over this. But if we can take the financial help out of the equation for me, that will most likely let me keep my job.”

Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist and lifted him, spinning him around in a circle as he laughed. It felt so good to laugh, to feel just a bit of the anxiety and stress fall off his shoulders.

To feel like he had a chance in not losing everything he’d worked so hard for.

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He called Robin a bit later while Eddie was making them lunch. He sat on the counter, watching as Eddie tossed a salad together, frying up some chicken in a pan and mixing together some homemade dressing.

“Steve! Hi! Are you okay?” Robin answered on the first ring, like she’d been holding the phone waiting for his call.

She probably had been, actually.

“Robs, I’m okay. Thanks for taking care of me.”

“What happened? Are you still with Eddie? Do you need me to come over? I can call into my shift, Chrissy already said she’d cover.”

“I’m still with Eddie. He’s making us some lunch. I um, something bad happened at work, something that kinda came out of nowhere, and I just didn’t know what to do. I’m sorry, Robs.”

He hated that she had to see him like that at all, but was grateful she was there. He hated to think what would have happened if he’d been alone at the apartment.

“Did you get fired?”

“Not quite,” Steve gave a brief explanation of what happened, only stopping when Robin started ranting angrily about the system being so broken they couldn’t even provide assistance to a student who needed it. She wasn’t entirely wrong, and he couldn’t help the fond smile on his face as she kept interrupting his story to complain about the principal being a bitch (she wasn’t), and the art teacher knowing he could get in trouble if he brought it up (they may not have known), and “your parents are literally lawyers, sue them,” (which would be his absolute last resort, but still an option).

By the end, Eddie was smirking as he ate his salad next to Steve, just as endeared by Robin’s antics as Steve was.

“So where does this leave you?”

Steve gulped. The hard part of this conversation would be telling Robin about taking Eddie’s offer.

She was fiercely independent, had to be because her parents weren’t made of money. They provided her basic needs as she grew up, but she wanted more, wanted better, and decided the best way to have that was to work her ass off to get there. She worked two jobs through most of college, up until her final semester that she was in now, having to use any free time not at Starbucks on her internship at a museum. The moment Steve explained that Eddie was paying for all of his stuff for the month, she would lose at least a little respect for Steve.

“Wait, you’re suspended without pay for a month?”

Here goes.

“Yes, but I figured out rent and stuff, you don’t have to worry about it. Eddie’s helping.”

Robin was silent for a moment, then two.

“Helping how?”

“I’m gonna move in with him for at least the month, he’s gonna put me to work at his shop, and he’s gonna pay the bills I need covered while I’m out.”

That didn’t sound so bad. Like it was him working for the money, not just getting his bills paid like some kind of sugar baby.

Although, he kind of did feel like one.

And he kind of liked it.

He’d never admit that to Robin though.

“Do you have all this in writing somewhere?”

Eddie was watching Steve’s reaction, not interrupting, giving him the space to have this conversation with his best friend, one that needed to be had even with the discomfort it brought both of them.

“No. I trust him, and I know you won’t, but I’m just asking for you to trust me.”

“Why do you think I won’t trust him?”

Steve glanced between the phone and Eddie, like he didn’t really want to say it in front of Eddie, like it would hurt him.

Eddie just shrugged, silently telling him that he would be fine and understood this was a private conversation that he was already being given special permission to even be listening to.

“Because you’re hesitant about people, especially people I get close to. And this has been kind of a whirlwind. I’m struggling to even grasp what’s happening sometimes, and you know rushing into something like this isn’t like me. It’s terrifying, I’m terrified. But you remember when Nancy and I broke up and you told me that someday someone would show me that I’m worth the future I dreamed about? Eddie is that person. And I think I just have to accept that as unconventional as everything with us has been, it’s what works for us.”

He looked over at Eddie, who was frozen in his chair and staring at him like he wanted to kiss him, undress him, take him apart, right here at the table.

Steve wanted to let him.

Not while Robin was on the phone, though. Maybe not today at all. He still wasn’t feeling quite himself and he knew Eddie wouldn’t actually act on anything as long as he was in this state of limbo.

“You’re sure about this?” She asked, but she already knew he was.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything.”

“Then I’m sure, too.”

“Really?”

“Listen, you’re almost as cautious with people as I am. And Chrissy wouldn’t keep him around if he wasn’t reliable and amazing. And the way he was with you earlier…” Robin sighed. “He’s good for you. You’re good together. At this point, if something happens to you two, I’ll lose any hope that love is real.”

Steve smiled at the phone and then at Eddie, who was smiling back, reaching a hand over the table to cover Steve’s. He squeezed gently, acknowledging that Steve and Robin were both trusting him more than they’d trusted anyone to take care of Steve.

He wouldn’t, couldn’t let them down.

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Steve fell asleep at the table, barely able to finish half his salad before his eyes were drooping. Eddie had been cleaning up in the kitchen, so when he walked back to the dining table to see Steve’s head on the table, eyes closed, he couldn’t help the fond smile on his face.

He leaned down to kiss Steve’s head, then picked him up, holding him carefulling in his arms so that he could carry him to bed.

Steve’s eyes didn’t open, but he nuzzled his face into Eddie’s neck, curled his hand in Eddie’s shirt against his chest.

Eddie smiled to himself as he made his way to their bedroom.

Theirs.

He bit his lip to not cry.

He didn’t say it out loud to anyone, and barely even admitted it to himself, but his entire life had been spent wondering if he’d ever find anything this meaningful. Anything he’d ever had was hookups that barely even lasted a night or shitty relationships based on dynamics that truly didn’t mean anything if you didn’t care about each other.

He never felt like he wanted, needed, to care for someone like this. Not in this way.

He would do anything to keep Steve safe and happy.

He tucked Steve into bed, not worried about any of his clothes right now, more worried that waking him up would upset him, and kissed his forehead.

It was easy to love Steve, even through the hard things.

He thought about what Wayne told him years ago when he had his first bad breakup: “Someday, you’ll find someone who is easy to love, even when things are hard. Someday, you’ll love someone so much, that even the shittiest days of your lives will be better just because they’re there to love you through it.”

He knew Steve was that someone for him, and he just wanted to be that person Steve.

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The next week was chaotic. Eddie had to work, and Steve had to pack some more stuff to live with Eddie.

Steve had a scheduled interview with one of the school board officials put in charge of the investigation for the next day, so he needed his best suit and hair products.

Robin was coming by for dinner that night so Steve could unwind with his two favorite people, so Eddie wanted to make sure he had her favorite dinner prepared, despite Steve insisting she didn’t care about things like that.

Eddie managed to get in touch with Jonathan and didn’t even have to explain everything; Will had already called him crying the day before about his favorite guidance counselor. He told Eddie that Will had already met with the principal and someone from the school board explaining his side of things, and Joyce had a meeting that day to do the same. He offered to do whatever was needed to make sure Steve kept his job.

“Man, I will owe you an entire body’s worth of tattoos if you can help us in any way.”

“Nah, you guys did something amazing for Will. I help when I can, but the shows we do don’t pay much by the time we split it, and my job barely covers the bills as it is. The fact you were willing to pay for his application fee means so much to us, dude.”

“It’s nothin’ man, seriously. I saw what he’s capable of. And his art is what brought me and Steve together, so it seems kind of like fate.”

“Yeah, man, maybe. Can you bring Steve to our session? I’d love to meet him, make sure he’s doing okay so Will can calm down a little.”

He agreed, and texted Steve to let him know the plans.

Everything was happening fast, but that seemed to be the usual for them, and Eddie was learning that life in the fast lane might be okay.

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Steve was extra cuddly when he was at home, but they never went further than soft kisses and gentle touches as they curled into each other on the couch or in bed.

Eddie knew neither of them were in the right mindset for more, not until things calmed down for them.

But the evening that Steve came with Eddie to the shop for Jonathan’s session, they both felt a lot of tension. Steve because this was his favorite student’s protective brother, who definitely held a lot more power over the situation than he realized. Eddie because even with Jonathan completely on their side, it may not mean anything.

Steve was charming, though, when he wanted to be. It wasn’t fake, he genuinely cared about Will and the way this all played out, and wanted Jonathan to know he wanted to keep being the best counselor he could be for him.

“Will talks about you all the time. I’d hate to see where he’d be without you, man. Seriously, thank you for everything you’ve done for him.”

Steve wasn’t going to successfully hold back the tears, not without immense effort, so he didn’t. He let them pool, then fall, and smiled at Jonathan to let him know that he was okay, just had a lot of emotions about everything.

Jonathan hugged him hard, patting his back a few times and smiling at Eddie over his shoulder.

“You did the right thing, Steve. No matter what they say, you did what was right, okay? You did good.”

Eddie raised his brows, but Jonathan just shook his head once.

“Sometimes, Will just needs to hear that. I think you and Will are really similar and I don’t want you to worry. He’s applied and they can’t take that away from him. Everyone’s fighting for you, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve sniffed against Jonathan’s shoulder.

When he pulled away, Eddie opened his arms to comfort him for a moment, just long enough for Steve to take some deep breaths and stop shaking.

“Alright! Enough of me crying. You came for a tattoo. I’ll go grab you some water from the fridge, how’s the temperature in here? You want a blanket?”

Eddie couldn’t help but look at him fondly, at his natural caregiver attitude that came out when he felt most comfortable.

“Water would be great, but no blanket. I’m just getting something small today.”

“Oh, can I see?”

Jonathan smiled and held out his phone, showing him a picture of a sketch.

“Will drew that.”

“He did. It’s a memory he had of us when we were little, but instead of doing it in detail, he stuck to line art. Wanted to use it for a school project, but when I said I wanted it tattooed, he kept it at home.”

“It’s amazing. I can tell it’s you guys even with just outlines.”

“He’s just good at capturing feeling in anything he does.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie looked it over and nodded, too.

“You know, if the art thing doesn’t work out, he’s always got a chair here if he wants to be licensed. I could use someone like him in the shop.”

“I’ll let him know,” Jonathan smiled.

The tattoo went quickly, the conversation between them flowing easily about all kinds of things: Will, Jonathan’s band, Joyce, his job.

By the end, Steve had Jonathan’s number, though he reminded him it might be best not to use it until after the investigation, just to be safe.

“Can you just tell Will that I’m proud of him and that no matter what happens, I don’t regret anything? Neither does Eddie. I’ll still support him however I can.”

“Of course, man. You take it easy though. He’d be upset to know how stressed you are,” Jonathan patted his shoulder, then shook Eddie’s hand before he waved and left.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I get fired,” Steve’s voice shook as he turned to Eddie, who had started cleaning up his area.

“Sweetheart, come here,” Eddie said, setting down the tattoo gun and removing his gloves.

Steve listened.

“Can you do something for me?” Eddie asked softly.

“Yeah, anything.”

“Can you kneel right here? Just for a couple of minutes.” Eddie gestured between his now opened legs at the floor.

The floor was probably cleaner than most people’s kitchen counters with how much he swept, mopped, and sanitized it, but a small part of Steve was still worried about being on the floor.

“What’s your color, sweet boy?”

“Yellow.”

“Sit in my lap and let’s talk about it,” Eddie moved his legs a little closer together and patted his knee. “You’re okay, sweet boy. I want you to be comfortable, always. Why is it yellow?”

“Um. I don’t know.”

“You’ve been on the floor here before on your knees, right?”

“Mhm.”

“Is it just the stress of everything?”

Steve thought about it. He knew that was a small part of it, no matter how much he knew he would probably feel better after. And the floor being dirty was a small part of it, too, but that didn’t bother him before.

“I think it’s something else. I don’t know what, though.”

“That’s okay. We can give it a try anyway if you want, or I can just finish cleaning up and we can go home if you still don’t want to.”

He didn’t want to go home, he wanted to be good. He wanted to try.

“No. I want to. Green. Please.”

His voice was a little shaky, probably not very convincing that he actually did want to try, but Eddie only took a moment to look him over and make a decision.

“On your knees, then, baby girl.”

Steve shivered at the name, never realizing how much being called one thing could send him so close to the edge.

He dropped to his knees, probably a bit too hard going off the vibrations he felt along his knees and shins. But it was a good pain, a reminder that he was gonna be safe with Eddie.

Eddie touched his cheek, leaned in to kiss him softly, before pulling away completely.

“So good for me.”

And then he turned back to his station and continued working.

Steve didn’t know what he’d been expecting, but being ignored wasn’t on the list. Maybe just being touched gently for a few minutes while he calmed down, or being praised until he started to believe the words Eddie said so wholeheartedly. Maybe even being told to rub off on Eddie’s leg.

He whimpered, but Eddie ignored it.

“Sir?” Steve asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“I’m gonna finish up my stuff, sunshine. You can be good.”

But could he? Like this?

The expectation was silently set that he would just sit quietly at Eddie’s feet while he worked, like a dog waiting for its master.

Maybe any other time, he’d be okay with that. But right now, with how low he was feeling, he didn’t like knowing he was below Eddie.

Eddie didn’t seem to catch on, though, too busy trying to clean up his station.

Steve felt tears spring in his eyes, not the kind he liked, not the ones that meant he was going to fly over the edge. More like the ones that meant he was being pushed over the edge with no one to catch him at the bottom.

“Red.”

Eddie immediately dropped what he was doing, his hands pulling Steve off the floor and into his lap, pushing his face into his neck so he was as close to him as possible.

“It’s okay, sweet boy. You did good for me. I’m so proud of you for using your word when you needed to. I love you so much,” Eddie spoke slowly, softly, rubbing his back and arms, touching every inch he could reach without moving him away from his body.

Steve cried silently, a part of him feeling stupid for his reaction, for even having to use his word for something as simple as kneeling.

He was trying to listen to Eddie, soak in the praise despite his failure to be good this time, allow himself to know that deep down, he was still Eddie’s good girl.

“Let’s get you some water and some of the chocolate bar I have in my desk,” Eddie whispered against the side of his head.

“No, don’t go,” Steve wrapped his arms around his neck, his legs around his waist. “No.”

“I’m taking you with me, sweetheart. I’m not leaving you. Not now, not ever.”

The promise was made so easily, like Eddie didn’t even have to consider how much he wanted and needed to stay. Steve let the words wrap around him, warmth spreading through his chest and stomach, down his legs and through his arms, tingles in his head running down his spine.

Words held power. Eddie held power. Steve held power.

“Not leaving you either.”

It felt like nothing when he said it, too quiet, too nervous. But Eddie shivered like he was giving him the secret to life.

“In it forever with you, sweetheart.”

“Want forever with you.”

Eddie pulled his head up so he could kiss him, his tongue licking along his bottom lip and silently asking for entrance that Steve would always, always give.

It was still soft, careful, like Eddie knew if he pushed too much, Steve would collapse.

Eddie was good at this. He was good at reading Steve, good at understanding what he needed more than even Steve did.

Eddie stood up, holding onto Steve with very little effort, and walked them to his office where his mini fridge sat full of water, soda, and Gatorade.

“Water or something else?”

“Can I have orange soda?”

“Of course, sweet thing.”

Eddie leaned over to grab the soda from the fridge and then sat Steve down on his desk to open it for him. As Steve took a few sips, Eddie found his emergency chocolate bar in his desk drawer.

“Twix okay?”

“My favorite,” Steve smiled.

He was starting to feel better, at the same level as Eddie again, and not close to falling anymore.

Eddie opened the Twix and fed him a bite, smiling as he watched him chew and swallow.

“Wanna tell me what was going on in your head, sweetheart?”

Steve took another bite, then a sip of his soda, and kissed Eddie’s chin.

“I think I just felt too low. Like you were better than me and you didn’t even wanna look at me. I know it’s not true, but you just weren’t paying attention to me and with everything going on, I felt like…I dunno. Useless I guess,” Steve shrugged, tried to act like it wasn’t a big deal.

Eddie’s face fell, but he quickly schooled his features back to a soft smile, kissing Steve’s lips softly.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel that way, sunshine. You mean everything to me and I certainly don’t think you’re useless. I would never think that.” Eddie ran his hands through Steve’s hair slowly, keeping him calm as he spoke. “I should have thought about how you’d feel. You know I love you more than anything, right?”

Steve nodded.

“Do you need to talk about anything?”

Steve knew he did, but he wanted to be in the comfort of their bed, Eddie’s arms keeping him safe and warm.

Before he could answer, his phone started buzzing in his pocket.

With everything going on, he was hesitant to ignore any phone calls, never knowing when someone from the school board would call. He quickly pulled his phone out, relaxing a bit when he saw it was Robin.

“Hey, Robs.”

“Steve.”

Her voice was quiet, like she was trying not to be overheard. She was home alone, though, a rare day off being used to relax and ignore the world.

“What’s wrong?” Steve pushed Eddie away gently so he could stand up, already trying to focus so he could find his keys. He’d driven them to the shop today in case he had to leave for any reason, and he’d never been so appreciative of his past self as he was now.

“Your mother is here.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that your mother is standing in our living room, complaining about the fort of blankets I was living in on the couch, and asking for you.”

Steve felt his body go cold, his legs only keeping him upright because Eddie was standing right next to him supporting his weight.

When did he get there?

“Is that Steven on the phone?” His mom asked in the background. “Why is his stuff gone from his room? It looks like he doesn’t even live here.”

“Put her on, Robs,” Steve said, voice lacking any enthusiasm over having to talk with his mom suddenly, without preparation.

There was a small sound of the phone shifting between hands, then his mom clearing her throat.

“Steven, will you be home soon? Robin seems to be unwell. She’s living on the couch,” his mother was more tolerable than his father, but her snooty tone wasn’t really welcome at this point, especially not when the judgment was being aimed mostly at Robin.

“Why are you at the apartment?”

“I heard about your job. Your father told me that I should leave it alone since you clearly didn’t want our help with anything, but he’s quite an asshole, and I’m not.”

Steve smirked, though he’d never admit it to her. He knew she didn’t actually like his dad, it was just too much of a hassle to go through a lengthy divorce and divide assets. He was almost certain they both saw other people at this point, yet they were still miserable.

“There’s not much to do about it. The investigation has to happen first.”

“Which is probably unlawful at this point.”

He could hear the eyeroll in her voice. Eddie’s eyes were watching him as he responded.

“What do you mean unlawful?”

“Well, the Byers boy, Will, gave permission for Eddie to be there. It’s not your money that was used. Interviews were already conducted with multiple parties confirming that story. They’re withholding pay from you that was earned before your suspension started, which is its own lawsuit, really. In fact, I’m certain one phone call to the school board would have you back in your office by tomorrow morning,” she stated seriously, though he could almost hear the start of a smile in her voice.

“But I did technically break confidentiality.”

“Which would be damn near impossible to prove without camera footage of the entire interaction, which isn’t possible, especially since all parties involved have the same story about having permission to do so.”

“But he’s a minor, he can’t give verbal permission.”

“Steven, do you really think I have earned millions of dollars as a lawyer by being an idiot?”

Steve sighed.

His parents were smart, much smarter than he would ever be, and that’s why he always felt so inferior to them and their expectations of him. They had successful careers, wealth, and good looks, even with their older age. They hadn’t been good parents, neglectful was the term his first therapist used, manipulative and downright abusive was thrown around by his second therapist. But they did show up when he needed them most, or at least, his mom did.

She was showing up now.

Maybe he just had to let her do it. Maybe she needed this distraction after her diagnosis.

Maybe this could provide some healing for Steve.

“What can you do?”

“I need to know where you’ve up and moved to.”

“I’m living with Eddie for the month, maybe longer.”

“Eddie?”

“My boyfriend.”

Eddie was smiling at him, running his thumb along his hip to keep him relaxed.

“When did this happen?”

“Uh.”

“Oh, good Lord, Steven. I’m not going to bite his head off.”

“Last week.”

“You moved in last week?”

“Uh. No. He became my boyfriend last week?”

He was met with silence. It wasn’t often he shocked his mom into silence; She’d always been able to come up with some kind of response.

“Text me his address. We have a lot to discuss.”

The call ended, and Steve looked at Eddie.

“How do you feel about meeting my mom?”

Chapter 16

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fluffansmut-old · 2 years ago

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In front of the dungeon masters throne.

December 14th- infront of the dungeon masters throne

12 fics of Christmas - masterlist.

Summary: Eddie´s gives you an early christmasgift after hellfire one night.

Content warnings: Smut 18+, Oral, fingering, sextoy use, praise kink, Dom/sub undertones, honorifics (master),teasing, edging, aftercare.

Word count: 3342

Fic is also posted on ao3

Eddie had been scribbling on this little piece of paper for days.

Usually he wanted to tell you all about his campaigns as he created them, but this time the book slammed close as soon as you entered the room.

“Why so secretive?” You asked, as he folded the paper up and sat on it.

“You’ll see sweetheart, soon enough” he murmured in response.

Is this a christmas gift?” you asked, now more interested than ever. “one I might get in advance?”

“ You'll see, soon enough” he just said again.

When your shift ended you put your jacket on and put your hands in the pocket,trying to find your mittens, you found a note.

You knew Eddie had something planned, but not knowing what that something was, made it tingle inside of you with excitement.

Your mind bubbled with excitement as you made your way through town toward the high school and Eddie.

Why the drama room?

What game?

What did he have in mind?

You were a bit early so you snuck in as quietly as you could, hearing your boyfriend in full on dungeon-master-mode telling the group how they indeed had succeeded and slayed the monster.

“You present the head of the beast to the king, forcing him to hold his end of the bargain letting the villagers go, giving them their freedom as the most welcome yuletide gift, all thanks to you” Eddie tells as the party cheers, applauds and high fives.

The room was chatty and buzzing with excitement, and in the middle of it all there was Eddie, on his throne, looking so incredibly proud of this party.

He was gorgeous, in a totally effortless way, his hair was tousled up from moving around, telling the plot with his entire body. The smile was huge, he was always like this after hellfire, it was like the endorphins it gave him all immediately went to his face, making him look so unbelievably happy. His tattooed arms were holding up his body as he leaned over the table, giving fist bumps and high fives to his friends. But in this light they looked different, the way his hand gripped the side of the table made you feel something. That excited tingle that you had felt before came back, as you imagined Eddie's hands, doing other things, elsewhere.

Eddie's smile grew impossibly wider when he saw you enter the room.

“Hello Honey!” he called out, which made you shy, because suddenly a whole bunch of heads turned to face you. You liked Eddie's friends, heck you considered most of them your friends as well but, just in this environment, you felt like the intruder, no matter how welcome they all tried to make you feel.

“Cmere, sweetheart” Eddie said and sat down on his throne properly once again. You made your way over, greeting all the boys like you usually would.

Eddie pulled you onto his lap pretty much as soon as you were within reach.

“Hiya baby” he muttered into your ear as he rested his face on your shoulder.

“I’ve missed you” you said, relaxing into him, grabbing the hand that he had round your middle, fiddling a little with his rings.

“Feeling okay?” he asked, tilting your head towards his. The brown eyes looked at you with so much concern, lust and love that it was almost impossible to meet them and not burst into tears with how incredibly seen you felt.

“Yeah, I am, “ you said, “Just a bit tired from thinking so much, and also I’m a bit um… needy... for you.”

The last part was whispered. You watched as a glimmer of pride showed itself in the soft eyes of Eddie Munson, as he shifted you slightly closer to himself.

“Good girl for expressing how you feel baby” Eddie praised, knowing it was something that you sometimes had a hard time with. “I´ve got plans for us, don´t you worry”

His praise always created this warmth in the pit of your stomach, it was like it blanketed you in this safeness that made you want more of Eddie. You moved your head closer to his, connecting your lips. He was not late to lean into the kiss, the arms that held you in place pulled you closer towards him and his tongue met yours.

That’s when you hear the oh so familiar,

“Cmon guys,” from Mike Wheeler, who watched you, looking slightly disgusted.

“Want something Wheeler?” Eddie said with a grin on his face.

“You wanna get a room or wait til you're home or something?” He asked, hands now on his hips.

“No can do, right here right now works perfectly fine,” Eddie responded, the gleam of mischief in his eyes shining bright. “ or what do you say sweetheart?”

You put your finger to your chin,”thinking” about it.

“It does indeed” you said and started trailing kisses down Eddie’s neck.

“Oh for fucks sake” Mike said with an eye roll.

“I’m not sure why you bother anymore” Dustin said to him, already so used to you and Eddie and the constant PDA.

“Cmon Mike, we better get going, wasn’t Nancy supposed to be here by now?” Will said, him and Lucas already packed up and ready to go.

The younger ones left after Will’s reminder, knowing that Nancy never waited for them for long.

“Hey Eddie?” Gareth said as you decorated Eddie's neck with hickies.

“Yeah?” He replied, not really taking his eyes off you.

“You’re coming to Steve’s party right?” Gareth asked.

“Yeah, aren’t you?”

Gareth scratched the back of his head.

“”Yeah, but we don’t really have a ride.”

“We’ll take you” you said “ I’m driving anyways.”

You knew that Gareth and Jeff was still a little uneasy about the whole Steve-Harrington-actually-being-a-good-person deal, so you and Eddie did your best to make them feel as comfortable as they possibly could.

“Thanks, we appreciate it,” Jeff said as he grabbed his bag.

Gareth was about to say something else, of less importance when Eddie interrupted him with a,

“Gareth, it’s time to go”

The blond boy, looking like he just was smacked up the head for not understanding, was suddenly in a rush.

“We’re going.”

The gang of older students were on their way out when he stuck his head in once again, sing-songing a “haaave fuuun'' before Eddie gave him the finger and he shut the door.

You turned towards Eddie, now slightly panicky.

“Does he know?”

You weren’t sure if you meant what Eddie had planned or about the fact that you were needy for him.

Eddie calmed all your worries instantly.

He propped you up on the table in front of him, right where the DM-screen had been just minutes ago. He stood between your thighs. He had one arm around your waist and one hand tilted your face up to meet this eyes.

“He knows nothing, he might suspect a whole lot but he knows nothing.” Eddie reassured.

“Now baby, do you remember that I told you that there might be a gift in store for you before Christmas?” You nodded. “I’m gonna give it to you, right here, right now.”

As he told you the news, he ran a hand up your inner thigh, coming closer and closer to your core.

“Here?” you asked wide eyed, “Right now?”

“Yes, now I want it to be a surprise, so I´m not gonna explain too much, but this is a no pressure situation, you call safeword and I stop, like usual. You´re here with me and you´re totally safe okay?”

The idea of the sexy secret already had you dripping down your thighs with excitement but you couldn’t really shake the thought of the hellfire club members who were there just mere minutes ago.

“Can we lock the d00r?” You asked looking up at Eddie.

“Of course, If that makes you feel better then we can absolutely do that.” Eddie said. “you wanna do it? I've got something to unpack.”

When you returned to the table Eddie was sitting on his throne again. He stood you infront of him and reached up the dress you had on, hooking his fingers into your panties, pulling them down, leaving you in the dress and the thigh high stockings you had on.

“Won´t be needing these now will we?” he said to you and smirked.

He grabbed you by the waist and helped you onto the table once again, the top of it now feeling a lot colder against your bare ass.

“Now baby, do you remember what my note to you said?” Eddie asked.

You tried your hardest to remember what it had said.

“Something about Hellfire ending and our game beginning?” you said hoping that you remembered correctly.

“Exactly, that's right.” Eddie said, placing a hand on your knee. “Now If this is a game, then who am I, sitting here?”

You knew what he was after, and you would lie if you said that it didn’t make you tingle.

“You’re the master” You said, looking at Eddie, feeling lust fill you up completely.

“That I am, ” Eddie said, smirking at you. “Now can I expect you to behave?”

“Yes master” you said obediently, looking at him, feeling even needier for him than before.

“Thats my good girl.” Eddie praised.

He plucked something from his front pocket, something that you soon recognised as a D20.

“This little thing will decide your fate tonight my lady.” Eddie explained holding it up in front of you. “Now listen carefully, cause I'll only explain it once, this has 20 sides right?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at him, of course you knew that it had 20 sides.

“yes master” you said, urging him to explain further.

“now if you roll this and it lands somewhere between one and four, I´ll finger you.” Eddie explained. Your eyes widened at his words, this game just got interesting.

“If it's between four and eight, I´ll eat you out.” he continued, twirling the dice around in his hands. “Now between eight and twelve it gets interesting, cause then this little thing is brought into play” Edddie said and held up a thinner dildo from your collection.

You felt yourself getting more hot and bothered just at the sight of it, wanting him to use it right now. But at the same time you were filled with anticipation for what was to come next.

“What about 12 to 16?” you asked, and Eddie just smirked as a response.

“Glad you asked baby,” he said, digging around in the bag that he had brought. “ 12 to 16 means this ole´ favourite”

Eddie held up your trusted magic wand vibrator and he chuckled at the gleam that appeared in your eye as you saw it.

“I know you like that one, but this one, which is 16 to 19 if you didn't figure that out yourself, is a new one.” Eddie handed you a wrapped up present.

Inside was a rabbit vibrator.

The sight of it made your stomach drop like when you're on a rollercoaster, all the potential it had was almost overwhelming. You were almost too excited.

“Oh my god Eddie, this, this looks amazing” you said, but then you realised what he had said.

“16 to 19, what about 20?”

“We’ll that my dear is the fun of it, the 20th is the orgasm. If you do not roll a 20 then I’m sorry but you won’t cum tonight.”

Your jaw dropped at his words.

“So you’re really telling me that I might not cum tonight?” You said.

“That’s the game, but hey,” he said, giving the dice a quick kiss before placing it in the palm of your hand. “I have a feeling you’re gonna be lucky tonight, now lay back sweetheart, and roll for me”

The first roll was a 7.

Eddie wasted no time, diving right in. His tongue flicking over your clit repeatedly as his hands held your thighs apart. His grip on your thigh made you wonder if the marks from the rings he wore would be there for days, but the magic he worked with his mouth made it all forgivable.

“fuck baby, you always taste so gooddamn good” he moaned. You resisted the urge to shove his head right back to where it previously had been. You felt the pleasure build inside of you, in the way your toes curled and your hips buckled up against him. Eddie continued to tease you with his tongue until suddenly, he stopped.

The moan that you were about the let out was caught in in your throat, and for the first time since laying back you raised your head and looked at the man inbetween your thighs.

“time for another roll? or what do you think baby?” he asked.

“God yes” you said, desperate for the pleasure that you felt to continue.

Eddies hand came down hard on your inner thigh, making you jump slightly for the surprise.

“Yes who?” he asked, now rubbing forgivingly on the small mark that he left.

“Yes master” you responded.

The next roll was a 14, and you swore that you could have orgasmed from the sound of the vibrator alone.

Eddie flicked it on to a rather low setting, but still you felt the pulsating response it the sound between your thighs.

“Now do you want this, sweetheart?” you asked as Eddie ran vibrator up and down your inner thighs.

“Yes master,” you said, almost panting already.

“Then I would beg a little more for it” he said, gracing it past your clit for half a second before continuing down your thigh again.

“Please, please please Master” you begged, trying to wiggling a little closer to him.

“Please what?” he asked, his eyes glimmering as he watched you grow desperate under his care, he did love to tease. “What do you want baby?”

“The vibrator” you breathed out, almost instantly.

“Yeah baby, I figured, but where sweet thing?” he said, now removing it from your body completely.

You felt a bit embarrassed, having to say it, because obviously he knew goddamn well you wanted it.

“Uhm, I want it.. on my clit master” you breathed out, “please”

“arent you the best girl, doing what your asked” Eddie praised as he pressed the vibrator to your clit.

The vibrations went through you like chockwaves. Everything tensed up and came to life in a different way when you had the vibrator against you.

Eddie watched your every reaction with gleaming eyes, he absolutely adored to watch you come undone before him, all whilst knowing that you felt safe enough with him it let him hold the reins and be in control.

Just as you felt your core tighten from the vibrations, Eddie switched them off, leaving you, panting, whining.

“awh, sorry sweetheart, were you in the middle of something?” Eddie said with a grin plastered across his face.

“urgh yes I was.” you muttered, as you still felt the plusations running through your core, making you clench and move around a little.

“Well well would you look at that,” Eddie said, “my poor babys so worked up that shes clenching round nothing now, roll the dice sweetheart and see if we can do something about that”

The roll was a good one, landing on an 18.

You almost cried tears of joy as Eddie worked the vibrator into you with ease.

“There we go,” He said, looking at how it slid into you with no hiccups what so ever. “Always so good for me, always taking whatever I give you so goddamn well.”

You actually started to leak tears as the rabbit filled your hole whilst at a steady pace graced your clit with its glorious vibrations.

“are you getting close?” Eddie asked as he noticed the tell tale signs, the muscles in your thighs clenching, the moans and whimpers coming from your mouths, the way you clenched around the rabbit, your body automatically trying to draw it in.

“uh, yes master” you moaned.

“Well do you wanna risk trying to roll for orgasm?” Eddie asked, and you didnt think long about it.

“Yes, please”

“Well mannered” Eddie murmured as he put the dice in your outstretched hand.

it landed on a 4. A goddamn 4.

“I´m sorry sweetheart, but my fingers will have to do.” Eddie said, removing the rabbit that had previously been filling you up.

“Ugh, no please” You pleaded.

Eddie cleared his throat and stuck two fingers into you, applying pressure to your g-spot instantly.

“Excuse me, but what was that? Are my hands suddenly not good enough for you, princess?” he asked.

Your breath hitched in your throat, you hadn’t meant to say it.

“No, not at all.” you quickly said. “I’ll take whatever master gives me”

“That´s what I though” Eddie said, and continued to work his hands on you, one hand sliding effortlessly in and out of you, the other rubbing your clit quite vigrously.

“I want you to fuck me master,” you moaned after a while.

Eddie thought about it for a moment, cause this wasnt in his original plans.

“What if we do this, you roll one time, if its above 12, then I´ll fuck you, but you still need a 20 to cum okay?” He suggested.

You desperate after being edged for ages nodded and grabbed after the dice.

You closed your eyes rolling it, only opening them when you heard Eddie say, “You are one lucky fucker, aren’t you?”

You opened your eyes to a nat 20. it felt slightly unbelievable so you turned to look at Eddie, who already was wiggling out of his pants.

“Come here baby, lets get you there, we both know you deserve it”

You straddled him on the throne, sinking onto him with a satisfied sigh.

“There we go” Eddie said, you moved slightly whilst still clinging onto him, kissing up his neck. “You always were a slut for close contact, werent you princess?”

You moaned in response, unable to do much more, cause of how close you were.

“Now take what you need baby, chase that orgasm and I’ll take care of you, I’ve got you sweetheart”

You came not long after that, feeling the euphoria wash over you like a tide wave.

“Master,” you moaned, head on his shoulder, feeling slightly fuzzy and complete.

“Baby, look at me please” he asked, voice soft and caring.

You did as asked looking up at him with halfopened eyes.

“Tired?” He asked, you nodded.

“I understand that sweetheart, you were such a good girl, you took everything so well” Eddie praise, whilst pressing kisses to your forehead.

“Now how do you feel, are you sore?” He asked after holding you close to his chest for a moment. “I know I gripped and popped your thighs pretty hard there before, does anything hurt sweetheart?”

“I´m a bit sore, but it’ll be okay soon enough,” you said, thinking about your slight aching cunt which was still streched around Eddies softening cock. “My thighs hurt a bit, but not to bad.

You pouted a bit and Eddie was quick to kiss it.

“I´m sorry baby, how about we clean you up temporarily, then we´ll stop at a burgershack on the way home, and then we can watch a christmasfilm whilst we eat it, and a bath maybe? If you want one?” Eddie suggested.

“That sounds very nice.” you said, nuzzling your face into the crook of Eddies neck.

“Do you want to clean up now, or do you want to cuddle some more?” Eddie asked, his arms wrapped around you, drawing shapes on your back.

“Cuddle just for two minutes more? you asked.

Eddie nodded and kissed the top of your head.

“of course sweetheart”

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Yours Or Mine

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: So first let me just say it has been years since I've been inspired to write smut, but alas Eddie Munson has opened the floodgates. This will be the first installment of many to come as a sort of kink exploration series for Eddie and Reader. I just felt like the year anniversary of all of us loving this man would be the perfect time to post this!

I was so nervous to post this but I've had some amazing people in my corner. @astragreenwoode Thank you so much for everything that you do in editing my stories helping them flow effortlessly. I'm blessed to have you.

To the ever-so-lovely ladies @big-ope-vibes, @bimbobaggins69, and @munsonswife for beta reading and making me feel like posting this wasn't going to be the worst idea on the planet and letting me talk through my anxieties and slutty little Eddie thots.

also can't get over this amazing divider by @newlips

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem Reader ( Established relationship)

Word count: 3.9K

Tw: 18+ mdni (if you are underage gtfo this post .... seriously get lost) crude language, f receiving, m receiving, p in v sex unprotected ( pls use protection my people), subby switch if you squint, shower sex, needy Eddie I suppose, slight ball play, some soft dom Eddie

College ended up being harsher than you expected, but the full ride for the Cheerleading scholarship the school had given you was more than worth all the trouble you had to keep your grades up. You proudly proved to everyone that the whole ‘all cheerleaders are dumb’ stereotype was just that; an unfounded myth meant to diminish all those involved. After working your ass off throughout High School, you ended up picking one not too far from home. Having to care for your other six siblings alone was enough to drive your parents insane, so the fact that you were willing to make the commute made you an angel in their eyes.

Today ended up being especially exciting for two reasons; cheer practice would be held at your old high school, which also meant you were able to spend time with your beloved metalhead of a boyfriend. Your coach ended up dragging out practice to be longer and harsher than usual with seemingly endless drills and unnecessarily cruel critiques of your performance. It was a punishment for being late.

Usually, that was something that would’ve set you off, but if you were being totally honest, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You welcomed it as a distraction for why exactly you came to practice so late. It was for a good reason, you swear; Eddie decided to take you on a ‘Side Quest,’ as he put it.

He took you on a small detour; pulling you into the nearest supply closet, out of the crowded hallway, and getting his hands on you as soon as possible. Almost as soon as he closed the door behind you, he used all his strength to pin you against the wood of the door. You giggled as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, leaving a torturously slow trail of pecks and nips up your jaw. He hungrily stopped at your lips, gently tugging your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Eddie. . .” you breathed out, trying your best to compose yourself as he dragged his hand from your cheek to the curve of your cleavage rising and falling with your heartbeat beneath your uniform. “We. . .we can’t do this right now, baby. I’m gonna be late. You’re gonna be late.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as the cold contrast of his rings on your bare cleavage made your body break out in goosebumps. His deep brown orbs started to darken as they threatened to pull you in and never let you go. As much as you wanted to just lean in and forget about the rest of the world outside this closet, you mustered all your strength to stop him from going forward. You giggled as you placed a hand on either side of his face, bringing his head up to make your lips touch.

“Later, Sweet Boy. I’ll still be here after practice, okay?” you whispered.

A small groan sounded from the back of Eddie’s throat; an incredibly needy sound as he pressed his forehead against yours. Even as he held onto you and batted his doe-like eyes to hypnotize you into staying, he didn’t go any further. He may be relentless, but he respects you.

“Ya promise?” he whined against your mouth.

You hummed in agreement, blindly dragging your hand around to find him as you hooked your pinkies together. He savored the kiss as long as you let him before you left the small room, wanting to imprint it in your minds to give both of you something to look forward to after you were finished with practice.

Around the time your team finished and made their way to the girl’s locker room, Eddie was fresh out of his latest session with the boys from Hellfire. You were the last one to take a shower as the other girls left, planning on meeting up with Eddie where he usually parked his van just like you did every Friday. But he had other plans today, ones that couldn’t wait any longer. As he watched the remaining members of Hellfire and the other members of your team leave the school parking lot, Eddie snuck back into the building to make sure you kept your earlier promise.

The Dungeon Master shamelessly walked into the girl’s locker room and his eyes locked on you as you were just peeling off the sweat-soaked cheer uniform. Every inch of you was flushed in tone; the bottom of your hair damp and your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat as you let your top fall to the floor. You let out a soft moan as you freed your sticky breasts from the confines of your bra. It was familiar to him; the same one he had thrown into the corner of your bedroom as he relentlessly took you to your peak just a few nights ago.

He debated on just staying there, watching you clean your body, but the twitch in his pants he got just from the sight of you told him otherwise. Eddie craved to get a taste of your salty, flushed skin before you had the chance to wipe yourself clean. He was never able to hold out from touching you for long, no matter how hard he had tried in the past. You were just as magnetic as the day he met you. What was it that people said? ‘Opposites Attract?’

Eddie leaned himself against the set of lockers closest to the showers, crossing his arms against his chest as he cleared his throat to capture your attention.

You jumped in shock as you let out a quiet squeak. Instinctually, you used your arms to cover your chest as you turned around, not expecting anyone to be in here with you, especially not Eddie. But at the sight of him, you lowered your arms and sighed in relief but you rolled your eyes a bit. He was supposed to be cleaning out his van. He had told you it was trashed by the boys after a gig at The Hideout and said he would make sure the passenger side was clean before letting you ride in it this morning over the phone. He now stood before you, a gleam of awe in his eyes.

“See something you like, Munson?” you laughed out, turning so that you were innocently looking over your shoulder and gave him a little shake of your ass that made your cheer skirt follow.

The smirk on his face deepened and made his dimples stand more prominent on his face; it was a look he reserved just for you. He pushed himself off the lockers and slowly but surely made his way toward you.

“I sure do like what I see. But. . .you look like you could use a hand there, Sweetheart,” he purred, sticking his tongue out slightly between his teeth.

“Oh, really?” you teased, meandering your way over to meet him in the middle. He took your hand in his and allowed him to twirl you like you were waltzing, making the short little skirt that adorned your body send him into a trance. You watched his eyes size you up, trailing down from your head to your feet as you gripped the side of your skirt in frustration. How long was he going to take before holding you up on your promise?

“Yeah. . .what’s that old saying? ‘Reach out to lend a hand. . .not to bend the heart,’ or however the fuck it goes?” Eddie slithers his arms around your waist to pull your bare body flush against his clothed form, tilting his head as he gave your nose a small peck. He teasingly kissed either side of your mouth, before pulling you in to crash them against his.

“Fucking finally,” you thought to yourself; though, the heat in your belly only grew hotter now.

“Would you bend my heart, Eddie?” you whispered against his lips, almost as if telling him a secret.

“I wouldn’t dare, Princess. . .” he muttered back against you. As he made your heart flutter when his hands buried in the roots of your hair, Eddie twisted and turned your body around to bring your ass against his growing bulge. He pushed you against the shower's wall and made you arch your back, rough and gentle all at once.

“Now. . .bending you over, on the other hand. . .” he growled into your ear, sending a shiver straight down to your core as he lifted your skirt to reveal your pussy and ass practically swallowing your panties.

“That’s a whole ‘nother thing,” Eddie finished, giving your bare ass a tender slap that made you whine and jump.

The giggle that leaves you turns into a moan as he unwrapped his hand from your damp hair and tilted your head to mash his lips against yours once more. As he turns you around, the cold tile meets your back. Playing with the hem of his shirt before sliding your hand underneath it, you ghost over the trail of hair that led to the bulge in his pants now throbbing with desire.

As you walk your fingers up his chest with a feather-light touch, you blindly trail over his tattoos engraved in your memory. You had spent many of your shared hours together tracing over the black lines etched into Eddie’s skin. On your laziest of days together, he used your body as a blank canvas to paint your skin a masterpiece of his own, purples and pinks staining your skin for days to come.

Smirking with mischief, you let your hand travel down to tease his cock by cupping him through his pants ever so slightly.

“. . .fuck,” Eddie stutters out, making you whine as he unlocks your lips. “I need to taste you... .now,” he spoke, his tone dangerously laced with need.

Eddie tugs you to sit on the small bench below the showerhead, lowering himself to his knees as he pulls your skirt and panties down. Gripping each thigh, he jerks you slightly forward to get a better angle before burying his face in between your legs. He kneads the soft meat of your thighs on either side, leaving small bruises in the shape of his fingertips and the tender marks of his teeth. Looking up at you with lust-blown eyes, he waits for your permission to continue, Once you give him the knowing nod of your head, he slows down as he notices just how drenched your pussy really is.

“Mmmm, such a pretty little pussy,” he mutters against you, torturously dragging his mouth everywhere but where you needed him to be.

“Tight, juicy, and all mine. Isn’t that right, baby?”

You gasp as you wait for him to touch you, frantically nodding. But that wasn’t enough; not for him.

“I’m sorry,” he laughs against the skin of your thigh. “I couldn’t hear you, Sweetheart. What did you just say?”

You simultaneously whined and groaned with frustration.

“Yes,” you gasped. “It’s yours, Eddie. It’s your pussy. Now, please, please just fuck me.”

“Such a desperate little slut. I’m right here, baby. ‘M not going anywhere. Not when I have such a tasty little snack on a silver platter right in front of me.”

You want nothing more at that moment than to tell him to shut the hell up and stop playing with his food. But before you can utter a word, he cuts you off by flattening his tongue against you. He licks up your arousal from the bottom of your opening to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves for a little while before wrapping his lips around it. You swear to God that Eddie’s trying to destroy you, to somehow devour your soul as he does the same to your pussy. Everything he does to you drives you crazy; severs your train of thought from its track. All that’s swirling around in your mind is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

The sound of his tongue lapping up your slick and sliding through your folds coaxed a moan out of you that echoes off the tiled walls of the locker room. It feeds Eddie’s ego full as he moans against your soaking mound, the vibrations of his hums igniting the fire in you and sending the flames higher and higher. As your legs quiver at the intensity and the coil in your stomach starts to loom, he pushes his hands against your thighs to keep you from slipping off the bench and against the wall. You dig your hands into the roots of his dark curls, earning another hum of appreciation before detaching his lips from you to circle his tongue around your clit again.

Eddie looks up at you with a coy smile and hazy eyes, the mixture of your arousal and his spit dripping down his chin as he latches his mouth around you again. He effortlessly slides his finger in and out of you. The sinful slurping sounds that fill the air send waves of phantom pleasure washing over you. It felt something akin to a dream; déjà vu. You gasp as Eddie slips a second finger into you, the cool metal of his rings bumping against your entrance making your pussy flutter around him at the unexpected contrast.

“Shhiiitt, you’re takin’ my fingers so well, Sweetheart. Can’t wait to have that tight little pussy wrapped around me,” he purred against your clit as he curled his fingers against your sweet spot. He can tell by your breath and the way you tremble beneath his mouth that you’re about to snap. It encouraged him to frantically pick up the pace of his fingers and playfully shake his head back against your clit, bringing you over the edge and sending your body into pure bliss.

Eddie wasted no time drinking up all that released from you, licking up every drop from between the lips of your pussy to where it was caked on the inside of your thighs. It was ambrosia on his tongue, salty sweat and musk mixed with his spit and your release. He was so glad he decided to stop you from showering when he did; you wouldn’t have ended up tasting nearly as good as you did now.

The fog from your mind started to clear as you come back down to earth again, Your breathing returned to normal again after Eddie lowered your thighs back onto his shoulders. He snuggles himself into the embrace of your legs, leaning his cheek into your palm that traveled down from his hair.

"Well I'd say you definitely lent a helping hand, but now it's my turn pretty boy." He laughs as he brings his fingers to your mouth, pressing them past your teeth and letting them settle, as you suck your arousal off of him. Moaning through closed eyes basking in the reminder of how Eddie made you feel on top of the world, you were gonna return the favor.

He had always adored when you would get that look in your eyes after making you cum. Your eyes would get a bit glassy and your lids would draw almost as if fighting sleep. No, you weren't fighting to sleep, you were just turning the cogs trying to figure out how you were going to please your man. You had turned the shower on to the hottest it would go, never reaching past a lukewarm. If Hawkins was one thing it was never efficient.

“ I don’t think it’s very fair that I have to be naked and you get to be fully clothed. I think we need to fix that.” he took a tendril of hair that had fallen into your face and tucked it behind your ear.

“Well if you still have the ability to think straight I don't think I've done my job right princess.” He pulls the shirt from the nape of his neck up and over his head and tosses it towards the pile you had started on the tile floor. Before he can reach for them you are already lowering yourself to your knees as your hands unbutton his jeans and slip his zipper down slowly looking up at him through your lashes.

“ Fuck me, man.” It comes out breathy and hitched as you tug his jeans and boxers to his ankles. Watching as his dick springs from the second tug down, smacking his stomach as his precum leaves a mess making your mouth water, a reflex making you bite down so hard on your bottom lip you swear you can taste the metallic trickle of blood. He kicks his pants to the side as he takes a seat on the bench you were on not long ago.

The tile was biting into your knees but you had been through worse trying to suck Eddie off, Skull Rock had a particularly awful patch of prickly trees that Eddie just loves to stand beneath. Looking up at him now he had nothing but love for you in those eyes.

His breathing hitches as you lick the mess off his stomach, mixing it on your tongue as you let a glob of drool drop to the tip of his dick as you take your hand and rub it along his shaft. The size of him always had your thighs clenching. He was length and girth in all the right places. The thought of him filling you had your arousal dripping onto the tile below you. You lowered your head taking Eddie into your mouth swirling your tongue around his tip and across his slit as he clutched a fist into your hair as you began to bob up and down a perfect rhythm you had found he fell for.

“ Holy shit, Baby, Just like that, yes fuuuck, Just like that .” His head was leaned back against the wall, eyes closed as the water from the shower mist hit his chest rolling down his flexed stomach, cooling the heat that was rising within him. You could see a small thank you on his lips as he held out his breath feeling you take him to his hilt and hearing the sound of your throat gag against him, the vibrations of the moan sending a shiver down his spine.

You had slipped off of his length and licked down to the sack underneath, hands working along as you found your way. A small whimper from Eddie as you took one of his balls into your mouth and sucked along the skin feeling the weight of his need making you moan and Eddie's grip on your hair tightened. He pulled up off of him with a wet pop, his balls were extremely sensitive. A lesson you learned on a rainy day in May as your boardroom hit rock bottom and Eddie had looked like a god coming out of the shower. Letting the spit fall as your hands continuously worked their way up and down his length.

“ Come on honey Please.” you let out a giggle, one that made him grip your hair hard, pulling back until you were face to face with him.

“ Who's desperate now?” Instead of words, you knew he would make you pay for laughing at his plea. Standing fast as he bent you over again just as he did when you first started this little act except this time he brutally slammed his cock straight into you. A whine ripped through you gasping for air around his moans. They were muffled against your skin bending with you as you found a grip on the wall in front of you as the water made everything around you slick.

Once your hold was solid his grip on your hips let you know his pace was about to be fast and rough. Slamming into you over and over the sounds of his balls slapping against the arousal that was dripping from you and echoing off the walls. The dirty thoughts of how anyone could walk in at any moment to check and make sure that someone was not in any harm, and would instead find you a moaning mess, getting railed in the best way by the freak of Hawkins High. A freak he was indeed. You look at your wrist and see the light bruises he had left not long ago from some handcuffs and his headboard. This then led you to another thought of how he had used those handcuffs in the hideout one night after a long show, a night where he had promised to lock up for the owner but instead, he had you cuffed to a wall and set up on his amp as he played riffs through your orgasms. He had recorded some little tapes for himself. The breathless gruff in his voice brought you back to now.

“ You in that pretty little head baby? You keep squeezing the fuck out of me with that tight pussy of yours. What's got, you so bot-thered baby? Come on we got all weekend to fuck those thoughts out. Just let go, baby, just let go. Come on sweet thing.“

You can feel him closing in on his climax. The hitch in his pace is a telltale sign. You moan and mewl under him pushing back with more pressure as your own climax begins to build and hit that high.

“ No words hunny? Dick just that good hmm?” you nod as the coil snaps for the second time. Throwing your head back into his shoulder as you ride out your high.

“ Yes Eddie! God Yes! Always so good to me. Always. So. good. To. Me.” as you gush around him he thrust into you a few more times as the ropes of his pleasure begin to paint your walls. The grunts and moans of his release could make you come again just by the way he grips onto you, making sure that you are glued to him. Every single drop of him sealed within you.

He falls flush to you slipping out with a hiss and turns you in his arms as you both stand wrapped into each other's arms. He kisses your shoulder and the crook of your neck. You squish your face against the flat of his chest and the thick of his arm as you let your eyelids drift closed just reveling in the moment as the water washes over you both. He nudges your ear with his nose as you turn your face up to him he catches your lips in a hungry yet slow kiss, letting his forehead fall to yours.

“ You know I love you, pretty girl. You know that right?” you hum a satisfied tune into his mouth as you kiss him softly.

“ I love you more handsome.” he lets out a low laugh.

” Not possible .” bringing your face back to his chest.

“ Yes possible .” Then everything goes Dark. You can feel Eddie but you can’t see him. You conclude that a janitor had turned off the lights, thinking everyone had gone home for the night. Not the first time that it had happened and it would probably not be the last. But thankfully Eddie being Eddie knew exactly how to get you out, another time he would save you, your hero. Your freak, Your love.

#eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #hellcheer #eddie munson imagine #eddie stranger things #fuck me up munson #eddie munson blurb #eddie fluff #soft dom eddie munson

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kyhgwts · 2 years ago

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summary: When you and your roommate Eddie Munson are two completely different people. You think you’ve decided he hates you, until one night you try going to a party. And come to find out, he cares for you a lot more than you thought. (4k)

WARNING: emotional sex, inexperienced reader, sweet dom Eddie, crying (a lot), protective Eddie, sunshine breaks at the end :,), unprotected p in v, it’s kinda angst but not really. (the pictures shown are not meant to be what the reader (or Eddie) looks like, just the vibe of the story!!)

PAIRING: Grumpy!Eddie x Sunshine!FemReader

When you had been invited to a party, at first you absolutely had no intention of going. But when you heard that a lot of people were going, you thought maybe it could be fun. You smile to yourself in the mirror.

The cute dress you had put on, well cute in your head at least. So when you walked out your room, you weren’t expecting the stare down you got. Eddie standing in the kitchen, sweatpants and no shirt like usual.

‘Where are you going?’ Eddie tries to keep calm, act as though he doesn’t care because, he definitely doesn’t.

‘A party! isn’t this dress so cute!’ you say twirling in it, your smile as bright as your aura.

‘No.’ he says, you give him a look. Because you’re used to him, at first he aggravated you to no end. But now, once you were able to handle him you kinda understood him. Kinda.

‘You definitely think it’s cute’ you say, the harmless teasing you did that made him go insane.

‘I think it’s horrendously insufferable.’ he says not staring at you, making what looks like a pb & j. You huff putting your bag on the counter.

‘you’re insufferable’ you mumble, he stops his movements looking up at you. And he laughed, he actually genuinely laughed.

‘As are you, why are you going to a party anyways? i thought you hated them’ he says turning around to follow your movements, leaning against the counter.

‘Who said that?’ you ask, pulling a bottle of water from the refrigerator.

‘You.’ he said, watching you and your face intensely. You look up at him and shrug.

‘Ok well, that was the old me.’ you protest practically skipping to grab your bag. He rolls his eyes, turning back around to his sandwich.

‘You said that last week.’ he said, annoyed.

‘People can change within a week’ you say matter of factly. He watches as you check the time, the clock on the wall clicking softly.

‘Okay bye!’ you say, Eddie is alarmed and can’t help but to let down his guard and his act.

‘Woah woah woah, who are you going with?’ he asks, you stop looking over at him.

‘Myself? i mean it’s only a few blocks down i can just walk’ you shrug, Eddie is baffled.

‘Absolutely not.’ he says, you frown.

You watch as he walks back to his room and a few moments later, he comes out pulling a shirt over his head.

‘Honestly! i’ll be okay i promise’ you were too happy for his liking.

‘What happens if you get hit by a car? or what happens if someone snatched you up? you have no business walking around at, what is it? 9pm at night with that dress on. No way.’ And for the first time, your stunned by him. And he is stunned by himself too. Because he has never let himself feel so protective over someone, because he doesn’t do emotions.

‘Fine.’ you say, and you looked mad. He thinks it’s the most funniest thing when you’re mad, because you never get mad.

He grabs his keys off the counter opening the door for you and him. When you get to his van, you hop in as does he. And as you had said, the house was not far. When he parked outside it, he sees all the people already filling the house.

The thought of you being alone at a party, with many drunk people made him sick to his stomach. He huffed a breath as you opened the door, he stopped you.

‘Don’t go home with anyone, alright? just when you’re done call me with their house phone or whatever. Ok? promise?’ he asks, he’s shown this side of him only once to you. But it wasn’t as severe, he was basically bubbling in his seat.

‘Promise’ you nod, you looked so happy.

—

It was about 12:30, and Eddie had been up all night. He was not letting himself go to sleep if he still knew you were out. And he hated that he cared so much. Because he was supposed to not like you, your naive and optimistic attitude infuriated him. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel the sort of need to protect you.

The blaring of the house phone made him jump, he gets up from the couch rushing over to it. He picked up the phone, putting it to his left ear.

‘Hello?’ he asked, relief washed over when he heard your voice.

‘Hey ed’s! it’s me, i’m ready to leave’ you say voice loud and clear over the loud background noise. You seemed a little tipsy, but then again this could just be the regular you.

‘Alright, i’ll be over in a few’ he says back, the sound of your friend yelling at you.

‘You know where it is right?’ you ask, he laughs.

‘What makes you think i would leave you somewhere and not memorize it?’ he said, you went silent on the other end.

‘I’ll be there in a minute.’ he says again, you give back an okay and hang up.

—

As promised he was there within no time at all. Parked outside, the house was trashed. He used to do parties all the time, selling weed and what not while he was there. He was surprised people still threw parties at this age, usually it was clubs.

He sees you at the porch, a friend next to you. You say your goodbyes before running off to his van. You open the door and hop in, he watches as you put on your seatbelt and he also watches as you breath in and out.

He is startled when you don’t say a word, he stares at you a little longer before deciding that maybe your just tired. But when you both arrived home, and you still haven’t so much as peeped he knows something is wrong.

So when you both make it back in the house, he follows you into the kitchen. And watches you start to make food, he slowly leans on the counter arms crossed.

‘What’s your deal?’ he asks, you turn to him eyes wide like you’ve been caught with something.

‘What do you mean?’ you ask, he dips his head to the side as if to say ‘are you serious?’.

‘you haven’t spoke one word.’ he says, you shrug turning back to your food.

‘i’m just tired’ you whisper, and he would have just left you alone. But you twist your fingers, a little thing you do when you lie. How did he know this? well that’s a conversation for another time. Doesn’t matter.

‘You’re lying.’ He huffs, and you close your eyes briefly. You hated this, hated when he went all soft on you. Because he was supposed to be moody, and not care about you or your feelings. And sure you were happy and joyful all the time, but he wasn’t and it made it all that much more worse when he was.

You look back up at him, scared to meet his eyes. And when you do you almost fall to the floor, the look in his eyes are so deep. Like he really truly wanted to hear what you had to say. And with that look, you don’t think you’d be able to keep it in anymore. You quickly look away, staring down at your halfway made food. Body freezing, you hated this feeling.

Even though you had cared for other people, and always kept on a happy gaze. You weren’t used to people giving it back, you liked his grumpy self. This side of him made you realize, no one really knows or cares to know that much about you.

Eddie didn’t care that he was letting down his walls, he didn’t care one bit. All he cared about in the moment was you. Because he could tell something was wrong. He pushes himself off the counter walking over to you, and you freeze even more. He turns you to face him, and he sees the water in your eyes and he immediately freaks. He’s never seen you cry, in the 5 months that you have lived together. Not once has he ever seen a tear leave your eyes.

‘Sweetheart…’ he whispers looking into your eyes, you look away shaking your head.

‘Don’t do that’ you mumble, a break in your voice. His face fills with confusion, trying to understand.

‘Stop… caring for me, i don’t like it’ you whisper, he goes wide eyed. Out of all things, he didn’t think this is what would be wrong. He thought maybe something had happened with your friends, or maybe you were too drunk and just wanted to cry.

‘What?’ he asks, you were cornered. And he wouldn’t stop staring at you with his beautiful eyes. You try to look away a sob racking through you.

‘You’re not supposed to care about me Eddie! you’re just supposed to be my grumpy roommate.’ you whisper, trying to move but he stops you.

‘Who said that? I can care about you all i want.’ he says, annoyed by the way you were talking. What he says just makes you want to cry more.

‘Me! I don’t like it!’ you say, tears rushing down your face. He holds onto your waist making sure you weren’t leaving anywhere.

‘Do you not like it, or are you not used to it?’ he says, you shake your head.

‘Stop.’ but you didn’t want him to, you liked the feeling of being loved. It was like a breath of fresh air.

‘You don’t mean that’ he states, and you hate that he’s right. You hate how easy it is to read you. You wish you were not as transparent. And before you can stop yourself your sobbing, absolutely recked. Falling into his hold, he cautiously pulls you in.

‘No one has cared for me, like you did tonight’ you whisper. His heart drops, because god damn it you were too much of a sweet soul to be crying. You didn’t deserve that.

‘The way you offered to drive me there, because you didn’t want me to get kidnapped. And how you remembered the house i was staying at.’ you mumbled into his chest. He held onto you tight, hoping he wouldn’t crush you.

‘Are you drunk?’ he asks, and the question throws you off.

‘no?’ you say, asking a silent question. And before you can ask him why he asked, his lips are on yours. And you melt, your basically putty in his hands. He pushes you back up into the counter hands roaming you. When his lips leave yours, you try to lean up and catch them again. He pulls back slightly, trying to say something.

‘You don’t even know how much i actually care about you, what i showed you tonight was nothing.’ he explains, and your heart melts. You smile, your eyes still watery.

‘How much do you actually care about me?’ you ask, and he almost laughs. But he knew it was for you to get validation.

‘More than you think, i don’t think you’ll ever be able to understand just how much i care about you.’ he explains, and your eyes sparkle. He smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you again. He picks you up, legs wrapped around his waist.

You let out a small huff when you landed on his bed, him still attacking you with kisses now on your neck.

You felt so free, you were flipped over now on top. Your dress pushed up and above your waist, making your damp panties make direct contact with his clothed boner. You whimper, causing him to immediately look at you. Your eyes were still glossy, but you were far gone from crying anymore.

You’ve never been with anyone, despite your age. You never discussed that with Eddie, because you had no reason to so he had no idea. Well that’s what you thought, but Eddie could read it from a mile away. The way you froze for a moment when he kissed you, the way he already felt you soaking your panties. A virgin gets wet easily, and you were so beautifully needy.

‘You don’t have to do anything, it’s okay.’ he whispers and you freeze, staring up at him.

‘No- i-‘ you couldn’t find your words, especially when you were pressed down onto his boner. You try to find purchase, your hands falling to his lower stomach fisting the shirt. He looked at you, your eyes so wide and beautiful.

‘I just- i want to feel loved’ you whisper, and his face breaks. His cool demeanor crumbles all within seconds. Because what you had just said makes his heart hurt, like you had lacked in feeling loved. And now he is going to make it his mission to make you feel like the most loved girl on earth.

‘God, how did i achieve you?’ he mumbled, pulling your hands away from his shirt, to pull you down closer to him. You smile is so soft, and he can’t help but kiss you again. Make you feel loved.

His hands slide to your waist holding onto you, when he pushes your hips forward you loose your breath for a moment. The friction of his boner so delicious, he hears your breath hitch. So he does it again, and again. Until he feels the unsteady breaths on his mouth as you kiss him.

Soon you were able to rock your hips back and forth by yourself, his hands resting on your hips. He watches intently on the way you move your hips, like you’ve never done this before. Not even with your blankets at night when everyone is asleep. He then looks at your face, your eyes are squeezed shut lips parted.

‘Never done this before, huh sweetheart?’ he asks, you shake your head not wanting to speak. He was amazed, because how do you get off? Do you even masturbate, there’s no way you don’t.

‘Feeling good?’ he asks smirking to himself, you nod.

‘mhm’ you whimper, and he realizes all your emotions from before are now gone. You got so distracted by this, that you weren’t crying. He thinks that, this is just what you needed. For him to give love to you, not fuck, but to love. Because you really didn’t understand how much he cared for you. And this was a perfect way to show you.

Your hands are placed back on his lower stomach, scrunching up his shirt once again. The placement helping you push harder down onto him, creating more friction. At this point you’ve leaked through your underwear. He’s watching you with hungry eyes.

The way you so desperately rocked against him, breath heavy. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Not to mention the sweet sweet sounds falling from your lips.

‘nguh’ you whimper, head falling where his neck and shoulder meet. Your speed increasing, you let out a quiet sob. You weren’t crying, you just came. And the sound you let out quite literally almost made him rip all of yours and his clothes off and fuck you so hard you forgot your own name.

But you were too precious, and he needed to take his time with you. His hands snaked up and under your dress, pulling it over your head throwing it to the floor.

You pull at his shirt, pulling it up. He pulls it off his head, throwing it to the floor by your dress. You lifted up your hips, embarrassed by the wet spot on his sweats. He watches as you pull on his sweats, pushing past his thighs.

When you reach for his boxers he stops you, making you look up at him. He pulls you to him, making sure your close.

‘I just want you to know, there’s other ways for me to make you feel loved. You don’t have to do this, i know it’s new to you.’ he whispered, and you look at his eyes. He can see the distance at which you look at him. Like even though you are so close to him, you still seem so distant.

You blink slowly, you look tired. You let out a breath.

‘No, i want this’ you say softly, he stares at you a bit longer before smiling. He flips you over, receiving a yelp out of you. He kicks off his sweats, and pushes down his boxers. You suck in a breath when you see him.

For a moment you begin to worry that he might just break you. He sees your face and let’s out a soft laugh. He leans down and kisses you.

‘You can still change your mind sweetheart’ he whispered against your lips, you shook your head immediately. He helps pull off your soaked panties, you blush when he leans back to look at you.

‘God you’re so beautiful’ he mumbles, mostly to himself but he makes sure you can also hear. He slips his tip up your folds, and he groans at how wet you are.

He kisses down your neck, leaving marks. You whimper clawing at his back. He lets out a curse under his breath. He pulls at your thighs, now closer than you’ve ever been to him, quite frankly closer than you’ve ever been to any boy.

His nose pushes against your neck as he pulls back up, biting on your ear lobe making you shiver. You were so distracted by him placing kisses all over your face, that you hadn’t realized he begun to enter you. Your face turned into pain and pleasure, feeling the stretch of him.

Your back arches, chest pressing against him. He can’t believe how needy you are, and he can’t help but fucking adore it. You push down your hips, breathless and needy for more.

‘Eddie’ it came out as a soft plea, and Eddie could have came on the spot.

‘I know sweet girl, i know’ he shushed you, pushing himself through your folds. You cry out, grabbing onto his hair. You pull him down face buried into his neck. The soft whimpers drowning out, your soft lips breathing hot breath onto his neck.

He wasn’t even halfway in, and you were already clenching down onto him. He grinned pushing slowly more and more until he was bottomed out.

‘I- i- Eddieeeee’ you whine, pushing your hips down as if to ask him a silent question. Your eyes flutter closed. Its as if you couldn’t get enough of him, and that’s exactly what it was. Maybe because it was your first time, maybe because he was treating you so sweetly, god maybe it was because the comfort of his room. But you could care less in the moment, especially when he made it so easy to just let him take control.

He slowly pulled out, pushing back in. You choke on a whimper, clawing at the bed sheets. You throw your head back, the scent of him on his pillow washing over you and making you feel all that much more better.

He groans, as he begins to give you a soft and deep pace that had your head foggy. You feel his hands slide up your sides, and sliding under you to hold you. He leans down to your ear, whispering.

‘Do you feel loved yet?’ his soft breath heard as he kept up his pace. You cry out, nodding words unable to come out.

‘Are you sure? Because i feel like i’m not lovin’ you enough baby’ he says, you mumble out a incoherent sentence that makes him grin.

‘I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t hear you, can you repeat that please?’ he asks, you let out a whine.

‘I feel loved’ you mumble, now coherent enough for him to hear. He hums, wet kisses placed down your neck to you chest.

His pace becomes harder and deeper, he picks up your leg placing it over his shoulder. You cry out in pleasure fingers falling behind his lower neck, your body racked with a sob as your nails dug into his skin. The pleasure he gave you being so intense that you don’t think you are yourself anymore.

‘Do you feel loved? hm baby?’ he asks again, you nod crying out his name.

‘Yes! yes i do’ you whine, throwing your head back and arching your back. He eats up every single movement you make, making sure everything you do and every thought you think is amazing.

‘Who’s making you feel loved?’ he smirks, rubbing up you leg that rests on his shoulder.

‘You Ed’s’ your eyes begin to water, and you couldn’t help it. You’ve never felt such a way.

A feeling in your tummy, coming so quick it scared you. It was a nagging sensation that you just wanted to get rid of.

‘Eddie! i- i- my-‘ your voice stuttering, he looks at you with soft eyes.

‘Your what?’ he asks, keeping the assault he has on you.

‘My- feels like i need to pee!’ you shout out, scared your going to pee.

‘Shh, no you aren’t sweet girl. Just let it happen’ Eddie whispers, you then feel his calloused thumb rub against your pussy. Right to a spot that makes your vision go blurry and fire explode out of you, tingles everywhere. You hold onto Eddie like he was your life support, and he didn’t mind one bit.

Not too long after, you feel him pull out spilling on top of your stomach. The cum spilling over from the fast and unsteady breathing you were going through.

Eddie rubs his hands up your sides until they’re at your face cupping it. Your eyes are heavy, and halfway closed. Your breath slows down, becoming normal again as he holds you.

You don’t process him picking you up, until your in the bathroom placed on the counter. You shiver when Eddie rubs a rag over your stomach. You hear a distant noise of the bath running.

He helps you into the bath with him, and the warmth engulfs you as so does the scent of lavender. You take a deep breath, melting into him as he sits behind you.

You let out an accidental moan when he washes your hair, scratching your scalp. He laughs a little, making you fall further into him.

—

‘You did so good sweetheart’ he whispers, hands massaging your body under the hot water. Your head feels fuzzy, like it’s just brown noise. Everything around you is blurred out except for Eddie.

He wraps his arms around you, face pushed into your neck leaving kisses in your wake.

‘I won’t ever be able to get enough of you’ he whispers, and your eyes begin to water. God your so emotional.

‘You hear me?’ he asks, you nod. Too tired to speak or move.

You both get out of the shower after a while, him helping you put on one of his t-shirts and a pair of your panties.

You get done brushing your teeth with Eddie, and you both walk to your room. Well… he actually insisted on carrying you, laying kisses all over your face. Eddie lays you on the bed softly, walking off to go somewhere. You hadn’t mean to show your attachment which was already growing.

‘Where are you going?’ you whisper, he turns around and gives you a reassuring smile.

‘Just need to put my sheets in the dirty clothes’ he laughs softly, you hum.

He walks off and you get comfortable in your own sheets. You can hear him walking around the apartment, until he’s back in your room turning off the light.

He gets into your bed with you, pulling you in without any hesitation. You smile to yourself, the feeling of his big arms wrapped around you. Your head takes a moment to acknowledge all that happened in one night, the night passing away in a blur as you slowly fall asleep.

You’ll never ever underestimate how much people can show love, ever again.

#foryou #smut is life #fluff #kyhgwts #eddie munson #soft dom eddie munson #dom/sub #soft eddie #p in v #unprotected sex #please don’t do that #this is so cute #i’m crying #this wasn’t supposed to be emotional

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hairmetal666 · 10 months ago

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The last chapter of You Will Still Haunt me out now on ao3!!

It's just. So much smut.

Steve’s head is thrown back, hair cascading down his neck, sweat soaked strands flopping onto his forehead. He’s so beautiful, it makes Eddie wonder if he’s losing his mind. Gorgeous, gorgeous man sitting on his cock, making such sweet noises just for him. He’ll never understand how he got so lucky.

His hands splay over Steve’s hips, holding him firmly into place.

“Eddie,” his boy, his mate, whines.

“Stevie?”

“Please,” he begs. “You said—you said—”

Eddie pinches his hip, just enough to sting. “You don’t trust me, sweetheart?”

“N—no, I do, but—”

He loves when Steve gets bratty and sullen. It makes taking him apart that much sweeter.

“You promised you wouldn’t move until I gave you permission.”

“You just feel so good,” Steve pouts.

“Be good for me for just a little longer, and I’ll give you everything I promised. Think you can do that?”

Eddie, hands firmly holding Steve in place, makes a slow circle with his hips. Steve whimpers.

“Color, baby?” Eddie sweeps the hair off Steve’s forehead.

“Green.” Steve bites out, frustration oozing out of him. His cock is red, nearing purple at the head, pre-come beading at the tip.

Eddie smiles, puts too much teeth into it. Steve takes it as the awful promise it is and lets out a pitiful keen.

“Good boy,” Eddie whispers.

#steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ao3fic #you will still haunt me #smut #like seriously so much smut #dom/sub #brat steve harrinton #soft dom eddie munson

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alien-magnolia · 10 months ago

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Wife <3

Short fic/ description: domestics with your older!neighbor Eddie Munson, who you love with your whole heart!! Marriage is bliss.

Tw: d/s implied dynamics, major breeding/preg kink, family fluff, protective! Eddie Munson, dom-coded! Eddie Munson, sub-coded!Hyperfem reader!!

A/n: I think I might make this a series!

Your pink fingernails tapped on the pastel blue mixer as it mixed the eggs, flour, milk, baking soda and sugar together. You were baking a cake for the return of your beloved husband, Eddie.

Although you were only twenty-three, he was thirty-five, and you first met him as you and your dad moved into Hawkins. Your dad and yourself came from a religious family, and you made sure to make room for G-d in your day to day life.

Your very ‘trustworthy’ next door neighbor was exactly what you wished for. Your relationship grew, the two of you fell in love. Eddie Munson saved you in an way that G-d never would. He was your person, a person that was your home.

You moved in next door with him only a few months after you began to date. A year after, a quiet and eloping wedding in the deep of the Hawkins woods, where you and Eddie swam in the creek naked afterwards, for hours on end.

Here you were then, home-making, adding an earnest addition to the delicious dinner ready for your husband. You rub your belly, swollen with Eddie’s child, as you feel a cramp. Your unborn babe must have been kicking.

You hear your Eds come through the door. Strong, fully tatted arms wrap around you, pulling you close. “How’s my beautiful girl today, huh?,” he asks, with a peck to your cheek, which turns into a long, tender kiss. “M’fine, my Eds. Just cramps.”

He gave you a look of pity, then leaning down to caress your heavy belly, heavy just for him. “How’s my son today, being nice to mommy?,” he chuckles, his hairy hand soothing the swollen stretch marks he gave you.

Just a few months after marriage, the both of you had fulfilled your most primal urges <3 here he had, his young wife, all round and heavy with his child, he bred her to his heart’s content!! Oh, did you love being bred. You and your Eds tried for months, months, for a child. You were almost at full-term now, and how you loved carrying your husband’s seed all this time, feeling it grow inside you.

You sigh, leaning into Eddie as his dark curls tickle your cheek, his beard feels scratchy as he buries his head into your neck. “Made dinner f’me, huh? Can’t wait, sweetheart. Go on, you rest on the couch and I’ll take care of you both.” You do as said, and how you loved being coddled by him.

He brings you the dinner that you made, gives you a shoulder, neck, and belly rub , his muscles kneading your skin, you were completely putty in his hands. This was usually apart of your nightly routine. You would face the days worth of chores, pregnancy issues, and more. Eds would come home, feed you, calm you down, and then you were under his spell, wrapped around his tattooed finger (wedding ring tattoos instead of actual rings) all ready to be bred before the night would end.

My happy, heavy wife, hmm?,” he’d say, after a massage. Daddy’s girl, carrying my seed, so fuckin’ good f’me.” At that point, you’d already be panting for him, watching his calloused fingers go up your thigh, squeezing the soft skin you had there.

The cross on the wall watches the both of you with searing contempt, as Eddie starts his ministrations elsewhere, between your legs, one hand gently rubbing your puffy and swollen clit <3 the other rests on your belly.

Sooner rather than later, he has you back up, legs spread, pounding you from behind while you scream, losing your mind at the feeling of his thick cock dragging along your walls, his veins pulsing, his balls softly teasing your puffy lips!!

You chant his name as if he were G-d himself! “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, was all you could think about, as his wide chest pressed down against your back, having his pregnant wife in a mating press, he finished in you. <3

“You okay, sweets? Let me help you up, yeah?,” he smiles, that chivalrous, protective side of his always showing, growing even stronger for his wife, knowing there is more to protect now <3.

He adjusts you comfortably on the couch, you lay your head on his chest, fingers tracing his happy trail. You felt ever so happy, that warm trail of his seed dripping down your still pulsing walls.

Evolution, biology, have run their course. Both you and Eddie succumbed to your most primal instinct. You were married, owned — pregnant, bred. He would die protecting his wife and unborn child.

The both of your wedding ring tattoos glistened in the light of the dim yellow bulb, covered by a white linen shade with ‘Garfield’ on it.

Gentle hands in larger ones, the both of you drift off to sleep, with Eddie’s hand still around your belly, loving you, cherishing your body.

#liz’s masterlist #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #soft dom eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #dom eddie supremacy #daddy!eddie #dom!eddie munson #eddie munson x hyperfem!reader

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anarcoqueer1994 · 2 years ago

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Eddie is a soft-dom, and Steve loves it. Don't get me wrong, Eddie knows how to be a stern, strict daddy too when Steve is being a bratty, or when he can tell Steve needs it. But he also knows when Steve needs a gentler dom. Like tonight, for instance. Steve had a nightmare a few nights ago that if he falls asleep, Vecna will come for Eddie. And even though it was just a nightmare, Steve hasn't let himself fall asleep for longer than a few minutes.

Now he is cranky and exhausted. He is paranoid, so much so that he almost jumped out of his skin when Eddie came up behind, him wrapping his arms around his waist.

"You scared me, Eds..." He says softly, as Eddie’s head rests on his shoulder from behind.

"Sorry, baby." He places a little kiss on Steve's cheek, making him smile. "How about we get to bed?"

Steve stiffens momentarily in his arms, before relaxing again. "I'm okay, it's only 8 o'clock."

Eddie takes a deep breath before letting out a sigh. He turns Steve around in his arms so he can look at him. "Baby, you haven't slept in days, and daddy’s worried about you." He stares into Steve’s pretty brown eyes ignoring the bags underneath.

Something shifts in Steve, the use of the word daddy always manages to do this. He looks away, whispering " I'm fine daddy, gotta make sure you're safe..."

"Oh sweetheart, I know, and you do such a good job protecting me." Eddie coos, as he reaches one of his hands to Steve's chin, forcing him to look back up. "But you gotta let me protect you, too, baby. And that means making sure you get enough sleep, Stevie."

"But Daddy..." Steve starts before being interrupted by a little, chaste kiss.

"No 'buts', baby. Please be a good boy for me, and come to bed with me. I promise to hold you all night long so you know I'm here, and safe." Eddie says uncharacteristically softly.

And all Steve can do is nod, suddenly letting the tiredness he had been suppressing take over. It's okay though because Eddie scoops him up in his arms, carrying him to bed. And he keeps his promise, letting Steve fall asleep on his chest, while he strokes his hair, Eddie falling asleep soon after.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #soft dom eddie munson #babygirl steve harrington #stranger things #self indulgence at its finest

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stevesscoops · 4 months ago

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Promoting a fic of mine!

#my fics #i wrote this #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #trans steve harrington #soft dom eddie munson #sub steve harrington #top eddie munson #bottom steve harrington

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steddieas-shegoes · 2 years ago

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Chapter 10

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9

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There wasn’t much Steve was sure of.

His parents disappointing him was on the list though.

Eddie didn’t make him talk on the way to his house, he didn’t make him talk as they ate their reheated pizza, and he didn’t make him talk while they put leftovers away and cleaned their dishes.

But when Eddie pulled him towards his bathroom with the intent to shower together, he brought it up.

“You know why I like taking long showers at the end of the day?”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a chance to wash away the bad parts of the day. Sometimes I even say them out loud so they aren’t stuck inside anymore.”

“You’re starting to sound like a guidance counselor,” Steve said, a small smile on his face despite the fact that he knew Eddie would expect him to talk about what happened earlier.

“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” Eddie teased.

“I wish I was,” Steve teased back, throwing an exaggerated wink his way.

Eddie let out a loud laugh, his hands finding Steve’s waist naturally as his eyes closed and he leaned his head back.

“Wanna talk in the shower?”

“I don’t really want to, but I know you’re gonna make me,” Steve sighed.

“Hey,” Eddie squeezed his sides, making him focus. “You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But I know it will help if you do, and I want you to know you can. Anything you need, sunshine.”

Steve knew that, in theory. But he still couldn’t be certain that Eddie wouldn’t run the moment he was too honest. And that’s what this would require.

“I want to tell you, I do,” Steve started. “I just don’t know where to begin or if you even want to know half the shit that doesn’t even matter anymore.”

“If it’s something you still think about and it still bothers you, it does matter, love.”

Steve blushed at the name, always thrown off balance when Eddie introduced a new one.

Eddie searched his face and finally settled on his eyes, looking between them like he was gauging how far he was going to push on this.

“Let’s get in the shower and relax for a minute,” Eddie suggested, turning to start the water and get it to the right temperature.

Steve stripped down quickly, not wanting to wait another minute to be skin to skin with Eddie.

“Let me know if that’s a good temp, sweetheart,” Eddie said as he scooted away from the shower and started stripping his own clothes off.

Steve did as he was asked, quickly stepping in when he felt how perfectly warm and steamy it already was.

Eddie laughed when Steve let out a groan of satisfaction as the water streamed down his back, the stress of the day falling away.

Maybe there was something to what Eddie said about washing away the bad.

Eddie was joining him ten seconds later, pulling him into his chest and guiding his head to his shoulder.

Steve knew he had to talk.

“I guess I’ll just start with what happened today. Is that okay?”

“Anything you wanna tell me is okay, love.”

Eddie’s hands were running up and down his back, the hot water falling down his back.

“My dad called me. He said my mom’s sick. Cancer. They think she’ll be okay after treatment, but there’s always a risk.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. When will she start treatment?”

“I don’t know,” Steve sighed. “I have to call her. My relationship with them…it’s complicated.”

“I gathered as much,” Eddie said with a kiss against the top of his head. “Lean your head back, sunshine. I’ll start washing your hair.”

How could Steve possibly say no to that?

He leaned his head back enough to get it wet as he spoke.

“They were never great parents. I mean, I think my mom tried when I was little. She stayed home with me at least, but she never really did mom things. Like we never played together, she never read to me at bedtime, nothing you’d expect a mom to do. She only put me in sports so she could talk to the other rich moms.” Steve sighed as Eddie’s fingers gently moved through his hair. “And then when I turned 10, it was like she’d been counting down the days for me to be able to handle myself.”

Eddie’s hands froze.

“You stayed by yourself? Like after school?”

“Always. I mean my mom would never let me ride the bus because people like us weren’t supposed to or whatever. She had another mom in the neighborhood pick me up from school and drop me off at home. But I was alone 90% of the time. My mom went on work trips with my dad because she didn’t trust him. She was convinced he was having an affair with one of his partner’s wives, that the daughter she had when I was eight was actually his. And I wouldn’t put it past him honestly.”

“Jesus, that’s a lot.”

“That’s barely the beginning,” Steve snorted. “My dad was rarely home, which was probably a good thing. Anytime he came home he spent the entire time letting me know how much I let him down and how useless I was. How stupid I was for different things. Stupid at school, stupid with my friends, stupid at golf and basketball, stupid with my chores. The less he was home, the better.”

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. You didn’t ever deserve that.”

“Yeah, I guess I finally started to learn that when I graduated high school. I didn’t get into the colleges he expected me to and I was fine with it. We got into a big argument. He punched me, I blacked out, when I woke up, my mom was begging me not to get the cops involved, and I left. The car was in my name, I had three years’ worth of pity money my mom sent me, and a trust fund that I had access to the day I turned 18. I stayed with my girlfriend at the time for a few weeks and then found the apartment I’m in now, started community college, and didn’t talk to either of them for a while. My mom calls on my birthday and Christmas every year, but other than that, today was my first time hearing from my father since he punched me.”

Eddie had been scrubbing shampoo in his hair through everything, gently scratching at his scalp and running his fingers down through the ends of his hair. It helped keep him focused, calm, present.

He’d never said any of this to anyone except Robin, and she had to practically beg for him to talk about it.

With Eddie it was easy.

“I could kill him.”

Steve snorted.

“It wasn’t a big deal. I got a minor concussion, but it was kind of the final straw. I’m not sure I would’ve been brave enough to leave without him doing that.”

“I’m glad you left, but I wish you could have without that happening. They never deserved you.”

Steve didn’t expect the sob that exploded from him. He thought he was doing great, getting through the worst of it somewhat detached, letting himself ignore the hurt that still welled up when he talked about it.

Eddie’s hands moved to cup his cheeks, a surprisingly firm grip keeping Steve from being able to pull away.

“My love, you never deserved their neglect or abuse. Not as a child, not as a teenager, and not as an adult. You should have been given support and love, they should’ve been there for you, and you should’ve been able to find happiness your whole life.”

“Eds…” Steve began, but Eddie quickly stopped him.

“You feel conflicted about your mom, don’t you?”

Steve nodded slowly, sniffling as Eddie leaned his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair.

“I felt that way about my dad. I never knew my mom, she died when I was a few months old from an overdose. My dad wasn’t a good dad, barely even a good human most of the time, but I think he loved me the only way he knew how. He never held down a job for more than a few weeks, always turned to selling drugs or robbery, even did a few jobs for the fucking mafia to make some money. Could always tell when he’d done that because we had steak for dinner,” Eddie snorted. “By the time I was 11, he’d landed himself in prison and my only option was living with my Uncle Wayne. When I got there, he treated me like royalty compared to my dad. I mean, my own bedroom, three meals a day, my favorite snacks for after school, new school supplies every year. Don’t get me wrong, we struggled. He had to work more than he should’ve just to get me the basics, but he loved me. And even when my dad got out on good behavior when I was 17, I stayed with Wayne.”

Steve had calmed down while Eddie spoke and rinsed his hair, his voice quiet and smooth, like honey on a spoon with medicine. Delivering his sympathy with a sweetness, in a way Steve hadn’t expected to help.

“Do you talk to your dad?” Steve couldn’t help but ask.

“Rarely. Sometimes he bugs Wayne for money, but he knows better than to ask me. He did it once when he found out I was doing well for myself. Asked if I could spot him first month’s rent on a place and I said the only way I’d do that is if he worked it off at my shop cleaning every night for a month. He said as his son I should just want to help with no requirements, so I hung up. Don’t even know if he’s living in an apartment or a car or couch surfing at this point. I just know he calls a couple times a year randomly to let me know he isn’t back in prison.”

“I’m sorry, baby. You deserved better than that.”

“I know. But I got better with Wayne. He’s my mom’s brother, so he told me all kinds of stories about what they got up to growing up. He said she was good, but let my dad get her hooked on the wrong things, and nothing, not even me, could pull her out.”

“Do you forgive her?”

It was a question he was asked in therapy a lot. It was even something he asked his students in certain situations. Something that didn’t always bring closure, but allowed people to heal enough to move on.

“I do. I don’t think I could forgive my dad in this lifetime, but I forgave her years ago. She was in a bad position and didn’t know how to get out. I can’t say I would’ve done any better in her shoes.”

“That’s really mature of you.”

“It’s just how it is.” Eddie pulled him close for a kiss on his lips. “But that doesn’t mean you have to ever forgive your parents.”

Steve knew that. He’d had therapists tell him that, Robin told him that, he just knew. But something about the way Eddie said it, the way he had a shitty parent and knew exactly how difficult it was to see the struggle of forgiving to let go and just letting go, it made Steve feel like he finally understood.

The rules did apply to him. He didn’t have to forgive them to prove that he understood psychology. He didn’t have to forgive them to accept that his relationship with them sucks and it won’t get better. He didn’t have to forgive them to still be sad that his mom was sick.

He could feel the conflicting emotions together, and Eddie would be here to hold him through them.

“I love you,” Steve whispered, leaning back in to press his lips to Eddie’s neck.

“I love you, too,” Eddie said back, letting his head fall backwards as Steve continued kissing down to his collarbone.

He pulled skin between his teeth, smirking when he felt Eddie’s cock hardening against his hip.

“Killing me, sunshine,” Eddie moaned.

“Wanna get you clean.”

“With your mouth? I’m not sure that’s gonna accomplish what you think it will.”

Eddie’s hands reached down his back, over his ass, squeezing and pulling his cheeks apart as water continued to run down them both.

“I wanna taste you,” Eddie said suddenly, like the thought had maybe just occurred to him that he could.

Steve froze.

“You wanna…”

“Taste you. Can I?”

“Yeah,” Steve nodded, doing his best to control his excitement and arousal so he could last more than 10 seconds.

But then Eddie smirked and turned him around so his back was facing him.

“Uh. What?”

“Hands on the wall and legs spread, sweet thing.”

It hit Steve like a freight train. Eddie was going to eat him out. In the shower.

He had eaten plenty of people out, women and men alike. He loved doing it, loved the way it brought out more whimpers and moans than just fingers.

But no one had ever returned the favor.

He’d had plenty of blowjobs. Like, probably more than average, actually. Especially in his school before he met Nancy.

But he’d never felt comfortable with anyone being that up close and personal with his asshole.

He was comfortable with Eddie, though. He trusted Eddie with everything, and he knew no matter what, Eddie would make this incredible.

So he put his hands on the shower wall in front of him, spread his legs out enough to feel some of the water dripping between his ass, and looked over his shoulder at Eddie.

“Is this good, sir?”

Eddie growled, which was a better reaction than Steve had expected.

He turned his head back to the wall when Eddie dropped to his knees behind him, his hands instantly cupping Steve’s ass and spreading it so his asshole was completely exposed.

“Fuck, it’s good. You’re so good, sweet thing.”

His mouth was leaving a trail of kisses down his lower back, each ass cheek, and then finally, finally Eddie’s tongue was licking a broad stripe over his hole.

Steve gasped at the feeling.

“Wanna hear you, sweetheart. Wanna hear what my tongue does to you,” Eddie said before diving back in.

Eddie wanted to hear him? Fine. He could shut off the filter.

He let out a whine when Eddie’s tongue started slowly moving up and down over his hole, spit dripping down and joining the constant fall of water.

Steve couldn’t grip anything against the wall, and his hands kept slipping as Eddie started licking faster, his tongue pushing just past his entrance every few licks, making him jump.

“Need-“ Steve started to say before Eddie’s hand smacked his ass.

“I know what you need, sweet thing. Get all the way against the wall.”

Steve did, hissing at how cold it was despite the warmth of the water.

“Stay there. If you need to cum you say please.”

“Yes, sir.”

Eddie’s tongue was licking over his hole as soon as he answered, pushing through the tight ring and making Steve’s head fall forward to rest against the wall.

His cock was trapped between his stomach and the wall, the cold touch just enough to keep his orgasm at bay. Even with the cold, he had to bite his lip and clench his fists to resist rutting against the wall and Eddie’s tongue.

He knew Eddie didn’t want him to move, and he wanted to be good.

He felt Eddie’s finger push in next to his tongue and his knees nearly gave out at the slight burn and then relief as it stretched him enough for Eddie’s tongue to slide further in.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Steve repeated, pleasure wracking through him as Eddie’s finger pushed in and out, curling just right on every thrust inside.

Eddie pulled his face away, but kept his finger moving in and out, getting deeper without his tongue in the way.

“Being a slut, aren’t you, sweet thing? So needy.”

Steve knew they discussed it, but the reaction he had to being called a slut was not what he pictured before.

He felt his stomach clench, his balls pulling in tight to his body.

“Please. Please sir, please.”

“Mhm. That’s my sweet slut, begging for permission,” Eddie’s finger pulled out, but only long enough to slip two fingers in. “If you wanna cum, it’s gonna be on my tongue only. You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve whined, wishing Eddie would get his tongue back on him, in him, wherever.

“Color?”

“Green, please, please,” Steve continued to beg, not even sure what he was begging for at this point, past the point of processing the pleasure he was feeling.

“So pretty when you beg. Can’t believe how tight you are. You a virgin, sweet thing?”

God, it’s like every word out of Eddie’s mouth went straight to Steve’s cock.

He could feel it pulsing, his heartbeat so loud in his chest, it felt like he could hear it echoing off the shower walls. Maybe it was.

He was certain Eddie could feel it in his fingers buried deep inside Steve, feel the way the blood was all flowing to his cock, rushing there to make sure it was all he could think about.

“Not a virgin,” Steve mumbled out, his lips dragging against the wall as he tried to use all his energy to hold himself up.

“No? You just stay this tight for everyone then?”

“Mhm.”

Eddie slapped his ass again, this time on the other side, harder. Probably hard enough to leave a red mark. Maybe it would bruise.

Steve moaned at the thought.

“You want my tongue again, sweet thing?”

“Need it, need it please.”

And Eddie must have needed it too, because he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue as quickly as possible.

His tongue was long, not quite long enough to reach where his fingers did, but long enough to keep him on the edge.

All it would take was one more thing, one more sensation.

And Eddie knew it.

He gave the back of his thigh a hard slap, and that was it.

“Please, please, please,” Steve said as he banged a hand against the wall.

Eddie tapped him once on the leg.

Green.

Steve came, release splattering against the shower wall and his stomach, his cock instantly sensitive after his second orgasm of the evening.

Eddie kept pushing his tongue in and out for a moment, but then stopped and slowly pulled away.

Steve couldn’t stand anymore. His knees were buckling and Eddie’s arms caught him before he could collapse all the way.

“Okay, sweet thing?”

Steve nodded, unable to speak.

Eddie guided his head to his shoulder, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“Let’s rinse you off and go to bed, okay?”

“‘Bout you?”

“You think I didn’t finish the moment your pretty little hole clenched around my tongue, sweet thing?”

Steve whined, the visual making a new home in his brain.

Eddie helped him back up, helped him wash off the remains of his release, then shut the water off.

He got out first, helping Steve out and quickly wrapping him in a towel.

“Doing okay?”

“Mhm. Thank you, baby,” Steve said, leaning in to get a kiss from Eddie.

“Let me brush my teeth first, my love.”

The second Eddie was done brushing his teeth, Steve’s mouth was on his, licking into it, tasting his teeth, his tongue.

“Love you.”

Eddie grinned, their kiss naturally breaking when he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Love you more, sunshine,” Eddie said as he patted his ass under the towel. “Let’s get to bed.”

—————

When Steve’s alarm went off, he was cold.

But he fell asleep with Eddie, so why was he cold?

He opened his eyes, reached over to shut off the alarm on his phone, and frowned.

The bed next to him was empty, and it was cold enough that it had to have been for a while.

Steve frowned to himself, his brows drawing down and his lip pouting out.

He pulled the blanket over himself and huffed out a sigh.

If he wanted to wake up alone, he would stay at his apartment.

He was lost in thoughts of being lonely when he felt warm hands on his face.

“Sorry, sunshine. Chrissy called and I didn’t wanna wake you up before your alarm.”

“Don’t wanna be alone,” Steve pouted.

He knew he was being ridiculous, but he didn’t like waking up without Eddie by his side.

“Sunshine, I’m right here,” Eddie smirked.

Steve didn’t like that tone. Like he was making fun of him silently.

Robin did it sometimes, too.

He turned away from where Eddie was kneeling by the side of the bed, pulling the blanket over his head.

“Stevie, c’mon.”

He felt Eddie’s side of the bed dip, and the blankets lift, but he burrowed his head under his pillow so Eddie wouldn’t try to kiss him out of his mood.

“Sweetheart, Chrissy called to see if I could check on her car tire. She said the low pressure light came on on her way to work and she doesn’t wanna drive home without it being looked at.”

“Should’ve woke me up.”

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

“No.”

“Are you being a brat?”

“No.”

“It sounds like you’re being a brat.”

Steve pulled his head out from under the pillow to pout at Eddie.

“I’m not a brat. Just mad.”

“Mad because I wasn’t in bed when you got up?”

Steve nodded.

“I’m sorry, sunshine. That’s probably gonna happen sometimes. Do you want me to wake you up next time?”

Steve nodded.

“Alright if that’s what you want,” Eddie smiled softly at him. “Can I get a kiss now or are you still upset?”

Steve sighed.

He was not happy about being awake, or how he woke up alone, but he did want a kiss. Maybe more than one.

He burrowed into Eddie, keeping his head back so he could kiss him, morning breath be damned.

“You wanna get up so we can get to your car at the shop?”

“Fuck. Forgot it was there.”

After the tattoo last night, and the visit to space, and then the shower, he’d kind of forgotten how to function at all, let alone that Eddie had driven him here.

“If you drive me to work, we can spend more time in bed,” Steve tried to convince Eddie.

“You’re insatiable, sweet thing,” Eddie smirked at him, but Steve could tell he was giving in.

“Just for you, always only for you,” Steve said.

He was being a little manipulative, but he meant every word.

He didn’t want to leave this bed, and after last night, he didn’t want Eddie to ever stop touching him. He wanted Eddie inside him, he wanted him to live everywhere, not just his heart.

“Want you,” Steve whined, pouting his bottom lip out again.

Eddie reached out and poked it with his finger, like he always did when Steve was being a bit bratty, and smiled.

“Sweetheart, we don’t have time to do the things I wanna do to you. It’s almost the weekend, and I only have a couple appointments, so I’ll be able to make sure you get me in any way you want me.”

“Promise?”

Eddie kissed him, lips soft but demanding, opening his mouth so his tongue could be inside.

Steve moaned around his tongue, his thoughts drifting to when his tongue was a lot lower the night before.

“Promise, my love.”

“Like when you call me nice things,” Steve sighed against his chest, letting himself enjoy the warmth and comfort before he had to get up.

“Yeah? You like being sunshine? My sweetheart? My sweet thing?” Eddie paused between each question to kiss him, causing him to giggle. But he paused and grinned at him. “What about when I call you other things? My slut?”

Steve reacted much like he did the night before.

“Like that too,” Steve managed to say as he felt Eddie moving his hand lower, lower, lower until it rested against the waistband of his boxers. “Like being your slut, sir.”

“Fuck me, sweet thing. The things I wanna do…” Eddie leaned down to suck a bruise into his neck, but then popped his head up. “Your tattoo! We gotta put some stuff on it.”

“My…Oh! Shit!”

Steve had genuinely forgotten about his new tattoo. Robin was going to kill him.

“C’mon, let me get it clean and moisturized and then you need to get ready for work.”

“Fine, but you owe me the best fuck of my life,” Steve said casually.

“Oh, sunshine. It’ll be the first of many best fucks of your life,” Eddie said as he pulled the blankets off of them.

Steve had a feeling he wasn’t exaggerating.

What did he get himself into?

—————

He decided to FaceTime Robin on his lunch break, just in case she wasn’t home when he got home after work.

He wanted her to see the tattoo before it reached the peeling stage and he was pretty sure he’d be spending the next few nights with Eddie.

She answered quickly, but she was…was she…

“Are you in the shower?”

“Are you judging me? Bold of you to do so when I heard through the grapevine that you fucked on our couch. Our couch, Steve.”

“That’s unrelated to you answering while in the shower. No offense, but I’ve seen your boobies more than enough.”

Robin rolled her eyes and leaned back to rinse the shampoo out of her hair.

“Sooooo. You’re in love.”

She said it so certainly, like she knew that he couldn’t possibly avoid it or deny it.

“Robs, you have no idea.”

She stopped mid-rinse and looked at him through the phone.

“Tell me.”

“He’s just. He understands me without me having to tell him things, but then I do tell him things. Like I told him about my parents! And I wasn’t even that scared.” Steve sighed. “He’s more than I ever imagined for myself, but I want to deserve him. I want to keep him.”

“Steve, you deserve to be the happiest. I think Eddie makes you so incredibly happy.” She turned to rinse some soap off her face before turning back to him. “He apparently talks about you nonstop with Chrissy.”

“Yeah, so explain that to me. Break that down into detail.”

Steve was smirking as Robin stuttered and shook her head.

“Nothing to explain. We’re being super casual right now.”

“Uh huh.”

“We just text a lot and I slept over at hers.”

“Uh huh.”

“She’s just really good at making me feel comfortable with like talking and touching and stuff.”

“Uh huh.”

“And she just seems to get me! Like even the first time a couple years ago, she just knew exactly what I needed.”

“Robin, it kinda sounds like you’re on your way to being in love, too.”

Steve was so happy for her. He was happy for Chrissy even though he barely knew her.

He was a little nervous about how that all would play out, but he figured Robin and Chrissy were the type of people who could just avoid each other if they had to for Steve and Eddie’s sake.

“I don’t know. I mean I do like her a lot, and I think maybe she likes me a lot, but she isn’t looking for anything serious and like, professionally she’s with other people sometimes. And like, I’m not against it, you know I’m not, I just don’t know how I’d handle the jealousy.”

“Okay, then you can burn that bridge when you get to it.”

“Steve, you know the term is cross that bridge when you get to it.”

“Yeah, but you may also have to burn it.”

“Hopefully not.”

“Hopefully not,” Steve agreed. “I did call for an actual reason.”

“Oh you mean it wasn’t to lament about Eddie’s dick and see my boobies?”

“Not today.” Steve unbuttoned the top three buttons on his shirt and moved the collar over so it was off his shoulder. “I got another tattoo.”

Steve moved the camera closer so she could see it.

“Steve,” Robin gasped. “Is that…for me?”

“Of course it’s for you. You’re my soulmate.”

He said it because it was true, but also because Robin didn’t always think she was as special to Steve as she was. She thought he’d abandon her, especially since he and Eddie have spent everyday together for nearly a week.

This would show her that no matter how far they may drift physically, she would always be by his side.

“Steve, it’s beautiful. Eddie did it?”

“Yeah. He drew it all and copied your eye color for the wings.”

Robin was crying, he could tell even though she’d moved the camera away from her face.

“He did a great job.”

“He always does. He’s done all of Chrissy’s, you know?”

“I know. Hers are beautiful too. Maybe he should do one for me.”

“I’m sure he’ll get you in quick since you’re the soulmate of his sunshine.”

“That is disgusting, but I’ll allow it if I get perks.”

Steve let out a laugh, happy to be sharing any of his time with Robin.

“You like it?” He couldn’t help asking. Sure, she’d complimented it, but he needed to know she was telling the truth.

“I love it. Thank you for doing this,” she said, her voice wet with a held back sob.

“Love you, Robs.”

“Love you, dingus.”

“Gotta get back to work.”

“I have to go to work.”

“Mkay. See you later.”

“Later.”

Steve hung up the phone and quickly ate his lunch.

Only six more hours until he could be with Eddie again.

Chapter 11

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fluffansmut-old · 2 years ago

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Hi I hope you don't find this weird but would it okay to write like a fic with eddie and reader where she has bad anxiety so she has like an oral fixation and she's nervous to tell eddie about bc she doesn't know how he'll take it but one day they are watching TV when she asks if she can do that and she just lays in his lap holding his cock her hand while it's in her mouth and every once in a while she'll suck on it or she just like to play with it on her tongue and it's driving eddie crazy

A/N: Thank you for requesting! I happy-cry from the privilege that I get to right smut for someone else, so keep them coming, it can go pretty far until I find anything weird.

Summary: Your anxiety ticks of your oral fixation and Eddie is there to help you clear your mind.

Content warnings: smut (18+), oral fixation, oral sex (blowjob), cockwarming, anxious!reader, subspace, praise kink. Slight Softdom! Eddie.

Word count: 1351

masterlist - Fic posted on Ao3

Clear your head sweetheart

Your mind was racing at about a million miles per hour and no matter what you did it wouldn’t stop.

The day had been every kind of bad and now you were longing for home, safety, comfort and Eddie.

You subconsciously put your fingers in your mouth as you walked towards the car, mostly out of habit, to take out the stress you felt on your poor fingernails and cuticles. But also because your oral fixation was kicking in and having something to occupy your mouth with gave you something to focus on, turning your anxious mind off a little.

But unfortunately it was short lived as you needed both of your hands to drive home.

Eddie noticed that something was going on when you walked in the door.

You were twitchy, a habit you picked up whilst anxious, almost as if you were trying to shake off the anxiety that laid over you like a heavy blanket.

“Cmere sweetheart” Eddie said from the kitchen.

You took off your jacket and went to meet him.

Eddie greeted you with open arms and just held you for a minute as you buried your face in his chest.

You didn’t know how long time had passed but suddenly Eddie grabbed you round the waist and lifted you up on the counter, putting his forehead against yours, making you look him in the eye.

“Are you feeling anxious ?” He asked, sensing the aching, shaking nerves radiating off of you.

“Yes” you answered, barely above a whisper.

“What do you need sweetheart?” Eddie asked, ready to do whatever he could to make you feel better.

“I don’t really know,“ you say truthfully, shifting your gaze from looking at Eddie to looking down in your lap.

You brought your fingers to your mouth, chewing on your cuticles, wishing that you just could relax.

Eddie gently grabbed your hand you had in yours mouth, kissing the knuckles.

“It’s not good for you fingers baby” he says softly. Then he tilts your chin, making you look him in the eyes. “Do you need a relaxing bath? Do you need to talk it out? Do you need takeout and a movie, to distract you? Hrrm? What can I do for you baby?”

You didn’t think for long until you decide that distraction is the best option.

“I’d like to be distracted … if that’s not too much to ask.” You quickly add the last part to not seem like a burden.

“Take out and a movie then?” Eddie says with an encouraging smile. “And we’ll see if it helps, yeah?”

You and Eddie were sat on the sofa, the takeout already eaten. The tv screen played the new ghostbusters series. You had the straw from the drink in your mouth, chewing it until it was almost unrecognisable.

In reality you wanted something else in your mouth, something to distract you with, something to focus on, to clear your mind.

You knew that giving Eddie head usually consumed all of your mind. It made you drop into that comfy, fuzzy headspace where you and Eddie were all that mattered.

But how were you going to ask for it without feeling flustered and embarrassed? And how would he take it? What if he thought it was weird?

Eddie checked on the state of you by glancing at you, whilst continuously rubbing up and down your back with his fingertips.

He grabbed the straw and tugged carefully on it to get it out of your mouth.

“Baby, I believe that you’re done with that,we can’t have you consuming straight up plastic, now can we?” Eddie said kindly, but with a stern undertone. “I’m sensing that this isn’t helping with your mindspace, is there something else we can try?”

He shifted in his seat turning his entire body towards you.

You couldn’t meet his gaze.

You knew what you wanted to try, but it embarrassed you too much to say it out loud.

You subconsciously brought your bottom lip into your mouth, suckling on it slightly.

Eddie softly placed his hands on both sides of your face and rubbed his thumbs softly across your cheeks.

“Sweetheart, I know you.” He said, tilting your head up carefully. “There is something you want, and I want you to know that no matter what it is, I’ll do my very best to provide it, but you have to tell me”

You felt your face heat from embarrassment and you wanted to hide, but your face still rested in Eddie’s stable hands, there was no going back.

“Eddie?” You said barely above a whisper. “I uhm, well I need to, or would like..eh never mind”

You tried to pull your head out of Eddie's hands but he stopped you. Thumbs rubbing you soothingly as he said:

“Hey, shh baby, none of that now. It’s just me, no need to feel embarrassed sweetheart. Tell me what you need”

You swallowed thickly and looked up at him.

“I need to clear my head.” You said, testing the waters, “and I was wondering if I could..uhm.. please you? To keep my mouth busy..”

Your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment, but Eddie leant in and pressed a wet kiss to your forehead.

“Are you asking me if you could blow me?” Eddie asked, to make sure that he understood you properly.

“Essentially yeah” you said, chewing softly on the inside of your mouth.

“Of course you can baby” Eddie said and you relaxed a little already.

“Maybe, you could help me… by being in control“ you asked Eddie carefully, not wanting to over step. “Help me clear my head?”

“I absolutely can sweetheart” Eddie said smiling at you. “Now let’s get comfy so you can put those pretty lips to good use”

Eddie reached up the back of your shirt and unclasped the bra you had on you did a quick job of reaching up your sleeves and pulling it off, discarding it on the floor. In the meantime Eddie had pulled off his jeans and sat back down on the sofa in his boxers.

“Cmere sweetheart, be a good girl and lay your head in my lap” Eddie said and you did as he said without hesitation.

You got comfortable, head resting on Eddie’s lower abdomen.

He got his half hard cock out and you wasted no time wrapping your lips around the head, beginning to swirl your tongue around it. Eddie groaned from pleasure, settling comfortably into the sofa, using one hand to run up and down your back.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, your doing so good for me” Eddie’s praised, before turning his focus back to the tv.

His praise helped you drop into the fuzzy subspace you so deeply desire, so it only encouraged you to do even better, thinking only of Eddie.

You took his cock out of your mouth temporarily, sticking your tongue out, tapping his cock repeatedly against your tongue before taking it in your mouth again, a bit deeper this time. But then you left it there, feeling so complete with his cock occupying your mouth, keeping your tongue busy. You felt Eddie twitching in your mouth and you could tell from the small moans that left Eddies mouth that it was driving him crazy.

You focused your eyes on the tv in front of you, whilst absentmindedly sucking the cock in your mouth.

“You’re being my best girl, baby” Eddie moaned “keep sucking, just like that”

He reached down and swiped away some saliva that was running down your chin.

You looked up at him, eyes calm, fuzzy and complete.

“There we go baby” Eddie said brushing some hair from your forehead. “Clear your head sweetheart, I’ve got you”

You stayed like that for the rest of the night, you with his cock in your mouth, alternating between sucking, swirling and tapping it on your tongue.

Eddie on the other hand was alternating between praising you to no end and moaning until his had to roll his eyes to the back of his head.

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penny00dreadful · 1 year ago

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Fettuccine - Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 AO3

Written for @steddievember

Prompts: watching, using a toy, begging, cock rings(kinda), soft dom Eddie, sub Steve.

It was like a flip had been switched. Steve blinked his big puppy dog eyes at him and Eddie could see the tension leaving his shoulders and at the very least, Eddie was sure he’d made the right decision for himself.

If Steve needed taking care of, Eddie wanted to be the one to do it.

"I… maybe?” Steve averted his eyes, worrying at his lip. “But how-"

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart. I can be creative when I need to be.” He tried to shuffle his way back and sit up, but without his arms his balance was completely off.

Steve reached out to help but stopped himself at the last second, looking unsure.

Eddie grinned at him, tried to be as gentle about it as possible. “Get me out of these binds and I'll make sure you cum your brains out. That sound good?"

"Yeah.” He laughed. “Yeah, okay."

Steve’s hands shook a little as he fumbled with the knots and there was a crease between his eyebrows as he kept his eyes firmly down, following along with what he was doing without looking up.

Worry was coursing through Eddie like a lance. Once he was free, he leaned in close, placing one hand at the side of Steve’s face.

“Are you alright, sweetheart? What is it?”

Steve still wouldn’t meet his eyes and Eddie was forced to duck his head to try and catch them.

They probably looked a little ridiculous, both sitting there as hard as rocks, Steve still stark naked and Eddie with his pants down around his knees, but he didn’t care, he didn’t care about that, how could he?

“Nothing.” Steve shook his head. “It’s nothing, just-”

Eddie waited for a moment, brushing his thumb over Steve’s cheek.

“Just?” He prodded, lightly.

“Just…” Steve finally looked up at him, his eyes shining. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry if I hurt you, I’m sorry if this is all too much, I’m just- I’m sorry Eds. I never want to hurt you.”

“Hey, hey.” Eddie whispered, running a hand through Steve’s hair and kissing over his forehead, his nose and his cheeks, feeling like he succeeded a little at something when Steve leaned into it. “You didn’t hurt me, Stevie. You didn’t, okay?” He took Steve by the chin and lifted his head up from where it was starting to droop again. “And, yes, it was too much at that moment but you stopped when I asked you to. You kept me safe, sweetheart. What more could I ask for?”

Steve shrugged, still looking down at his own hands. “Someone who doesn’t make you do these things, more than likely.”

“Steve.” Eddie shuffled closer, his voice firm. “You don’t make me do anything. You might be in charge, but I am in control. You do not make me do anything that I do not want to do.”

He pulled Steve forward into a hug, combing his fingers through his hair, keeping their touches strictly platonic because he was still right there at the knife’s edge.

“Everything we do, I want to do. We’ve discussed them all, over and over and we both know what we’re getting into every time it happens and we both know how to make it stop.”

Eddie squeezed Steve around the shoulders.

“Speaking of, do you want to stop for tonight?”

Steve inhaled through his nose pressed against Eddie’s neck then let out a very quiet “No.”

“You don’t want to safeword out? Or just stop? We can put on a movie or I could read to you? Or we could just go to sleep?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I- I don’t want to stop. I just want… I need to not think anymore. And you’re so good at making me not think.”

Eddie paused, biting his lip and thinking it over.

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure. Eddie, please.”

“Okay, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to touch you. Nothing below the waist and I can’t have you touching me. It’ll be too much.”

“Can we kiss?”

Eddie smiled, god he loved him so much. He’d give him anything if he asked like that.

“Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

“Alright. I won’t touch you, I promise.” Steve said, pulling out of his embrace. “And you don’t have to touch me if that makes things easier for you. But like you said, you might have to get creative.”

“Oh, I will, sweetheart. I already know where I’m going with this.”

Steve nodded, settling himself back on his heels.

“Okay.”

Eddie stood, pulling his pants back up and trying not to wince at the friction. He was so hard he was fucking purple.

The cock rings would probably have to be cut off, thank god they were silicone, but for now he needed them in place or else the sight that was coming would be the end of him.

He leaned down, placing a less than sweet kiss against Steve's lips, sucking his tongue into his mouth, careful to keep every other part of him away.

"You doing okay, Stevie?" He muttered into his mouth.

“Yeah, I-“ Steve swallowed, a little jump in his hips sending his hard and heavy cock bouncing. “I just want-“

“I know, I know. Just a little longer.” He placed one last kiss against Steve’s lips before pulling away. “You’re being so good for me already.”

There was a broken little whimper that came out of Steve’s mouth at that, another little thrust of his hips up into the empty air.

Eddie took a step back, reaching down for his t-shirt and sweater, pulling them both back on.

“You wanna be filled?”

“Yes.” Steve nodded. “Yes, Eddie I want- I want it so bad.”

“Where’s that gift I bought for you in the city a couple of months ago?”

Steve’s face lit up bright red, reaching out for his bedside table but Eddie stopped him with a hand in the air.

“You just sit there and look pretty, sweetheart. I’ll get it.”

Steve whined again, clutching tight to the bedsheets where he was kneeling.

Making his way around the bed, he could feel Steve’s eyes burning into him, following half lidded and hazy, watching as Eddie pulled out a large flesh coloured dildo and a bottle of lube out of the drawer.

It was a different one to the one Steve had used earlier on himself and the cockrings so Eddie guessed it was one he only used with the toy.

“Oh.” He mused, a little teasing, relishing in the flush of embarrassment that extended down Steve’s neck and chest. “You been using it often?”

Steve bit his lip and nodded, eyes tracking Eddie’s hands as he lubed up the thick and veiny dildo.

“Yeah.” He breathed out.

It had been an extreme moment of hubris for Eddie, buying a dick that looked similar to his own on a whim and handing it to Steve all wrapped up, telling him not to open it until later on that night after he left.

He truly had no idea if Steve had been using it or not, he could have thrown it away. But the idea that Steve had been fucking himself on it often enough to nearly drain a whole bottle of lube in such a short space of time almost had him wanting to tackle the man to the bed.

Almost.

He had to keep his distance.

For more than one reason.

“Good boy.”

With a great smack, he stuck the dildo to the headboard using the suction cup base. Now that he was looking, there were tiny little dents in the wall behind the headboard.

Looked like this would be very familiar territory.

The dick sat hanging there, heavy and dripping and at the perfect height.

Steve didn’t move, didn’t adjust to get himself in place, just watched wide eyed, while Eddie rounded the bed again.

He pulled the swivelling desk chair out and sat, making himself comfortable, one leg crossed tight over the other, facing the bed.

“Show me.”

Steve blinked, glancing back and forth between Eddie and the hanging sex toy.

“Really?” He asked, nervous and twisting the bedsheets around his fingers.

“Yes, sweetheart. Really.” Eddie gripped the armrests of the desk chair. “Do you want to?”

“Yes.” Steve answered immediately on an exhale. “I want to. I want to- to be good.”

“You will be good.” Eddie leaned forwards. “C’mon Stevie. Let me see you enjoy yourself.”

Steve nodded, finally leaning down, palms flat to the mattress and shimmied himself backwards.

From this angle Eddie pretty much had the perfect view. Almost at a side profile, he was closer to Steve’s head than his ass, but he would still be able to see the dildo and most importantly, would be able to see Steve’s face.

Steve pressed himself back, his spine immediately arching in that delicious way it always did, head thrown back and mouth hanging open as he took more and more and more.

It wasn’t the biggest dick that had been available but it certainly wasn’t the smallest and Steve would have already been open and wet and used to the size from bouncing around on Eddie’s cock so he slid back easily, almost a little forcefully, like he wanted to feel split wide open.

“How does that feel?”

Steve moaned, head dropping between his shoulders as he circled his hips, grinding himself back over and over and over and god Eddie was going to fucking ruin him as soon as December came.

“Feels- feels good. So full.”

Eddie leaned back, relaxing his body against the chair, his own dick still standing rock hard underneath his sweats.

“Show me how you want to be fucked, Stevie.”

Steve whined, high and needy, pulling himself forward before slamming backwards, all but spearing himself and crying out.

Eddie watched as Steve fucked himself, much harder than he would have expected and with all these beautiful noises tearing out of his throat, mouth open, arms shaking, eyes scrunched shut and eyebrows arched upwards.

He wanted to fucking devour him whole. He’d never ever be able to forget what the sight in front of him looked like.

It was his to keep.

Forever.

He would never let it go.

“You want me to do this to you, sweetheart? Want me to press you into your mattress so hard you can’t breathe, come December?”

“Yes, yes, please, yes.” Steve breathed back, each word punctuated with a hard thrust backwards.

Eddie smiled, opening his mouth to spew more filth but Steve got there before he did.

“Always fuck me so good. Love taking your cock, love how you fuck me, love-” he cut himself off, swallowing. “Love how you talk to me. Can feel- ah -you’re so deep. Eddie. Eddie.”

And Eddie had to take a very deep breath.

Because, of course, he wasn’t fucking Steve right then, obviously. But Steve was there, carelessly slamming himself backwards, moaning out Eddie’s name with his eyes closed like he was imagining it. Like there was nothing and no one else he wanted to be behind him at that moment.

But just when Eddie began to think he had gotten his control back, Steve dropped to his elbows, his back bent obscenely and most of the bounce was coming from his hips rather than his hands and knees rocking him back, his ass jiggling with every slam.

And then he opened his eyes.

Staring at Eddie, honey-brown taken over by black desire and his mouth still hanging open he stared straight into Eddie’s fucking soul and Eddie knew then and there he would never ever recover from Steve Harrington.

“Eddie.” He whined. “I need- ah.”

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Eddie whispered.

“I n- need to come. Kiss me. Please?”

Eddie was up off the chair faster than he ever thought possible. Steve shifted, leaning only on one elbow now, the other arm up, reaching for him.

Eddie dropped to his knees, leaning over, grabbing for Steve while Steve grabbed for him, a hand at the back of his neck, drawing him down, the two of them desperate to be near.

He kissed Steve, hard and needy, swallowing each and every little whimper and moan that managed to make its way out of his throat, only leaning back to mutter “Come for me, sweetheart.”

Steve’s whole body tensed, and shuddered, biting down on Eddie’s lip hard, coming completely untouched, still rolling his hips back onto the toy and jolting the two of them through each wave.

When Eddie eventually felt Steve’s body begin to slacken and slump in his grip, he tried to push him a little, guide him away from the pool of his own cum streaking across the bed sheets but Steve refused to go, clinging onto him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He said, brushing Steve’s hair out of his face. “Just didn’t want you to get all messy.”

Steve shook his head, holding onto Eddie tighter, pulling him up onto the bed and into the mess, but he didn’t fucking care.

“Want you near.”

Eddie kissed Steve’s forehead and ran a hand up and down his back while Steve burrowed back into his neck and held onto him like he thought he’d disappear, arms wrapped tight around him.

“What do you need? You wanna get cleaned up?”

Steve shook his head. “Stay. Please?”

Eddie tucked Steve’s head under his chin.

“Of course I’ll stay.”

Ask me and I’ll stay forever.

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infinite-orangepeel · 2 years ago

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a whumpy af steve harrington excerpt from ch. 1 of my soft dom eddie fic

aka this boy has a lot of unresolved trauma & eddie munson is going to help him heal

(the rest of the chapter that contains the actual smut will be linked below, i’m scared of tumblr shadow banning me again for posting the full thing in here)

TW: panic attacks, discussions of mental illness, suicidal ideation, vomiting/nausea (as symptom of panic attacks), disordered eating habits, ptsd, heavy themes, lots of emotions

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It comes down to this. Steve Harrington doesn’t trust himself. Not anymore. Not since everything went to shit in The Upside Down and Max ended up on life support.

Honestly, he didn’t feel all that abnormal about it for the first few months. It was easier to ignore the magnitude of his problems when his friends were clearly struggling right alongside him. There was something about strength in numbers or a sense of community–being convinced he wasn’t the only one totally fucked up in the aftermath of the final battle.

Regardless, it kept him afloat for a while.

Robin often called in the middle of the night to vent about her own flashbacks and the nightmares they prompted. The two grew accustomed to seeking comfort on opposite ends of the telephone line, twisting the cords around their fingers and whispering “ me too, I have that one too,” as to not wake the monsters underneath their beds. Sometimes, it got so bad that the sun would rise and they’d still be trying to snap each other out of it. Yawning through the agony of another sleepless night and fixing themselves cups of black coffee to alleviate the ensuing exhaustion.

Lucas had shown up on his doorstep enough times that Steve finally had another key made. He was tired of coming home from work and seeing the boy sulking there out in the cold–grief written plainly all over his face. Steve handed him the key on a carabiner clip–so Lucas could comfortably carry it around on his belt loop–and assured him he was welcome day or night. Steve’s parents had moved out of town after the infamous Hawkins’ “earthquake,” so Steve was solely in charge of approving any and all guests at the Harrington household. Lucas, of course, was at the top of his list–he was family, they all were. As long as the boy agreed to let himself in, warm-up on the couch, and grab a snack from the pantry–he could come over any hour he needed. No more rotting outside with tears forming icicles on his cheeks. Steve wouldn’t have that.

El refused to leave her bedroom–holed up beneath a fort of blankets and wouldn’t speak to anyone for days on end–until Hopper called up the gang and they elected ‘Babysitter Steve’ to go handle it. He was the most qualified in their eyes, what with his protective older brother attitude, gentle approach, and dorky jokes. Sure enough, El didn’t banish him right off the bat–not like she had with some of the others–namely, Mike Wheeler. She let him get close without protest and when he hugged her, she fell apart against his chest–guilt pouring out of her at the fact that she hadn’t been able to save Max from Vecna. He brushed the knots out of her hair with cautious fingers and listened. She just needed someone to listen. That was all it took. By the end of the night, she was sandwiched in between him and Hopper on the well worn couch, openly laughing at the plot of Pretty in Pink.

Nancy wore a poker face for the most part, but she wasn’t completely immune to the lasting effects of trauma. She held it together in public, like the first lady at a brutal press conference–politely smiling and waving for the crowd. She’d made it her personal goal to distract the kids from what was really going on–with Max–back at the hospital. This manifested itself in her implementation of weekly game nights, arcade afternoons, and community service outings. Naturally, Steve attended more than a handful of these events–lending a helping hand to rangle the younger teens. It was only once the kids had been dropped off at their respective addresses that Nancy would let her artificial smile fall and tell Steve what was really on her mind. The loss, the fear, the worry. He’d hold her hand– platonically of course, it wasn’t like that anymore –across the center console of his BMW and nod along to the tune of her suffering. It was one he knew well, played on repeat.

Thus, Steve managed his own anxiety by keeping that of the others at bay. His role became narrowly defined as the one who would help you regulate your breathing through the course of a vicious panic attack, the one who was considered reliable in a world that had become anything but. It gave him a sense of purpose and a reason to keep moving forward. He couldn’t simply hide away in his oversized bedroom when he knew his friends were busy laying catatonic in theirs. So, day after day, he pulled himself up by his bootstraps, usually forgot to eat, chugged excessive amounts of caffeine, and set out to mend all of the broken wings but his very own two.

Eventually, there was healing. The ball started rolling around the time Max woke up. After four months of breathing tubes, IV’s, heavy medications, and machines keeping her alive–she opened her eyes one day and slowly began to inhabit her body again. Within a few weeks of round-the-clock physical therapy, solid foods, and monitored pain management–she was discharged from the ICU and returned home. Cane in hand, coke bottle glasses on the bridge of her nose, and slight gaps in memory–she wasn’t the same, but she was as close to it as she could be and that was all that mattered. She was breathing on her own accord–beautiful, steady inhales and exhales–that alone was a miracle in and of itself.

After Max settled back into her normal life, everyone else seemed to follow suit. Once the high school was fixed up by the hands of a devoted construction crew and summer came to a close, the kids started in on their sophomore year. Fall semester provided a new routine that included basketball practices, D&D campaigns (Will Byers quickly ascended to President of Hellfire Club in Eddie’s place), and tests to study for. On top of all that, somehow Steve was going to have to teach each of the little twerps how to drive, which absolutely terrified him. However, there was no way he was going to let anyone else instruct his kids on how to be safe behind the wheel. Yeah, no fucking way.

The Party finally had the opportunity to just be kids–for the first time in almost four years–and Steve was happy for them. Really, he was. Now, they could ride their bikes around the neighborhood–just for the heck of it, not because they were pedaling away from otherworldly monsters. They could waste time down by the lake and not have to search the murky waters for the dead body of their missing friend. They could be innocent and stupid and naive and not have to worry so much about the life altering consequences.

And, as happy as he was for them, Steve just couldn’t help but selfishly miss the era in which Lucas spent most nights on his couch–talking about nothing until the wee hours of the morning. The era in which El asked him to drive her to Family Video each Saturday–ready to pick out the next chick flick that would make Hopper groan. His schedule and his house suddenly felt a lot emptier without a bunch of rugrats calling upon their favorite babysitter. The silence often felt like it could swallow him whole. He hated it.

As for Nance and Robin, they had their own paths to explore–ones that unfortunately, didn’t directly involve Steve. That was okay, but it also wasn’t.

Nancy was reapplying to Emerson–early decision–and like everything else she did, she was hellbent on her college essays being absolutely perfect. She made the local library her second home as she wrote and edited and then edited some more. Steve knew there was not a chance in the world that Nancy Wheeler wasn’t going to be accepted to the school of her dreams and become an incredible journalist. She was destined for greatness. Always had been.

Robin landed herself a girlfriend and was so lovesick it hurt. Vickie quickly became the center of her universe. She had this insane gravitational pull on Steve’s best friend and he’d never seen anything like it. Robin looked like a whole new person, shining from the inside out. They did their best to include him in their plans on a regular basis, but Steve really didn’t want to burden them with his presence. Not that the girls ever made him feel that way. He was just a bit too aware of the fact that no couple looks forward to having a constant third-wheel, so he backed off when he could and lied about being busier than he was–acting like there was a laundry list of activities for him to attend to.

Truthfully, he spent most weekends alone in front of the T.V. or picking up extra shifts at the video store. Unsure of how he suddenly became the only one stuck in the past, haunted by creatures that no longer walked the Earth. It didn’t make sense. Why couldn’t he move on like everyone else? Max had been kissed by death and yet, she made it to school every day and somehow, still found the energy to ask Lucas to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Steve, on the other hand, had exited The Upside Down with minor injuries–practically, unscathed–but for some reason, he dry heaved into the toilet every morning and questioned his entire existence. Spitting up bile and wondering how long it would take before his heart jumped ship, too. He imagined it would only be a matter of time, before the center of his own being decided it was unwilling to marinate in the sad toxic wasteland any longer. Abandoning him and begging to be flushed down, along with the rest.

It’s definitely less than ideal to have some idiot ring your doorbell, when you’re right in the middle of balling your eyes out–facedown on the living room floor–and wondering why God or the universe or whatever the fuck just had to plop you down on this cursed planet in the first place.

It’s actually super embarrassing and kind of the stuff of his nightmares, but that’s exactly the position Steve Harrington finds himself in on a random Tuesday evening.

There’s nothing special about it. Just another day trying not to break apart at the seams, wasting the hours by choking on his unforgiving past. Nothing left to do, but wallow in self-hatred and stare at the popcorn ceiling.

In theory, he could just play dead and ignore the irritating chime of the bell, but on the off chance that it’s one of his friends or the pizza delivery guy has arrived early–he begrudgingly gets up and makes his way to the front door. Dizzy from standing up too fast on an empty stomach, he reaches out for the wall to steady his gait. Unable to find the motivation to clean up his appearance before wrapping his trembling fingers around the cold doorknob. Whoever it is, is just going to have to deal with the mess–just like Steve does every single day.

There’s no nice way to say it. Steve looks like shit. There’s dark circles ringing his sunken eyes that make him look like the kin of the local raccoons. The same ones that devour his uneaten groceries from the garbage cans each week. It’s a charitable donation–philanthropic even. He goes on a depression fueled hunger strike and his furry nocturnal neighbors get a feast fit for a king.

Due to his inability to nourish himself anymore, his cheeks have hallowed out, his muscles have shrunken down, and his once tan skin appears jaundiced–sickly yellow. There’s acrid bile drying on his cracked lips from the most recent upheaval of his guts. This time it was spurred on by the grotesque image of Vecna’s corpse-like face. It keeps popping up in his mind without warning, like one of those jack in the box clown toys–raking the sharp nails of nausea across the lining of his stomach.

He doesn’t immediately register who the person on the other side of the door is, which is laughable, because it wasn’t all that long ago that Steve carried the guy’s limp body out of an alternate dimension and gave him mouth to mouth. They’re not exactly strangers.

Thirty seconds go by before his brain starts back up and processes the identity of the man standing before him. As if the secretary of his memory had disappeared from the front desk and took a while searching the filing cabinets to fill in the blanks:

Mr. Harrington? Sorry about the delay. We’ve located the files. That’s Eddie Munson you’re looking at. We’re sure of it.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were-” Steve starts, roughly wiping at his bloodshot eyes to make sure he’s not hallucinating. Anything is possible when you’ve lived through what he has.

“-in hiding?” Eddie says nonchalantly, leaning against the porch–he’s taller than Steve remembers, “I was. Spent a lot of time bored as shit in a rather crappy hotel room, but Hopper gave me the all clear yesterday and I just moved back into my Uncle’s place. Sorry if I stink, it’s because I’ve been carting boxes around all day–you’ll have to get over it.”

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