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eddiesxangel · 4 months

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Fool Me Once | Eddie Munson x Reader

Anonymous Asked: Eddie being your first everything and first boyfriend and reader is like kinda awkward or something. Then Eddie gets really drunk and gets home to reader and starts yelling at her saying like “You’re only dating me because you don’t want to be a sad loser virgin.” and she gets really sad because she genuinely loves him so much and she starts thinking that he doesn’t love her at all… Then maybe the day after he can’t find reader anywhere and maybe she’s like with robin just crying her eyes out.

AN: IDK IDK it’s my first angsty thing I’ve done hope it’s ok 🫣

Cw: angst, hurt no comfort. Small bitty smut. Use of pet names, one use of reference to reader as “my girl”

“I love you, god, I love you” Eddie slowly pumped his swollen cock in and out of you.

You’ve never felt this wave of pleasure before; no wonder everyone was so hyped about sex.

“Fuck you’re so tight.”

“Baby, please.” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but the feeling in your lower stomach was starting to build more and more and more until! Euphoria. Euphoria fuelled your body. The wave of pleasure that Eddie just granted you felt indebted to him.

“I love you,” you sigh as your body melts into your boyfriend.

You’ve been with him for almost six months and finally felt ready to give himself to him. You hadn’t slept with anyone until now, and you were so happy you waited. You never felt so close, so in love, so unbelievably happy in this moment. Life was amazing; nothing could ever break this feeling you have.

Ring ring ring

You were abruptly awakened by the sound of your phone ringing. You were fast asleep, and now feeling disoriented, you looked at the clock. It was already 3:38am. You wondered who could be calling you at this late hour. Maybe it was an emergency? Your heart racing, you rushed over to the phone in a state of panic.

"Hello?"

"You little slut"

"Eddie?"

"Who else would it be? Are you expecting a booty call? another guy you want to fuck?"

"I don't understand? What's wrong."

“What's wrong? I'll tell ya what's wrong! You’re only with me, so you’re not some loser virgin, that’s what! Do you think all the guys will want you to know that your cherry is popped? Well, guess what, honey? Now you're just a sad little whore.” He slurred.

“Wha-“

“You think you’re hot shit now? Getting with the freak of Hawkins? Gonna brag about how you fucked the freak?”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” your voice wobbled.

He was obviously drunk out of his mind, but as they all say, drunk words are a sober man’s thoughts.

“I know how this is going to go… well, not if I beat you to it.”

“I don't understand?”

“I don't understand?” He mocked you in a high-pitched voice. “I’ll tell you what I’m talking about!” He yelled, and you cowered. He didn’t care. His voice got louder and louder. “You were a sad loooooser virgin before me! And now you’re just a sad loser who fucked the freak,” he laughed. He actually laughed.

"Eddie-"

“So we are don-”

You hung up the phone before he could finish his sentence.

You couldn't believe this was happening? You gave Eddie everything. You thought he was your everything up until this point. You slept with Eddie for the first time a week ago. Things were good, great, even. Until he went to the hideout tonight without you.

You stayed up the rest of the night because you were in tears about what Eddie said. None of this makes any sense? You always loved Eddie, and you thought he loved you back? How could he be so cruel?

You were woken up from your daze by a knock on your apartment door. You stumbled out of your room, still in your sleep shirt, with puffy eyes from crying all night. Robin was here to pick you up for work.

"Good Mor-" Her smile dropped along with the cup of coffee she was handing you as she saw your appearance. "Oh my god! What happened?" she rushed inside to wrap her arms around you.

"Eddie. He-" You could hardly get the words out. You just crumpled into a ball on the floor and sobbed pathetically in front of Robin.

"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch" She let you cry into her on the floor. "Come on, you need to get out of here. Get changed. We are calling in sick, and we can return to my place."

Eddie woke up the morning after with a terrible hangover. It was already 12:35pm, and he couldn't remember how he got home. He suddenly felt an intense wave of nausea, which prompted him to hurry to the bathroom, where he vomited uncontrollably.

After the fifth shot, things in his memory become a little hazy. He was pretty hammered by then, but he still kept drinking with the boys. He vaguely remembered Jason being at the bar and making some leud comment about you, but other than that. Nothing.

He stumbled over to his answering machine to find it empty. That's weird? You always call him before your shift, and at least try to catch him on your lunch break. Today was Wednesday, right? You always work the morning shifts today.

Eddie tried calling your number, but he had no luck, so he tried calling your work, and when they said you called in sick, he got worried. So he tried your number again, and it still went to voice mail. Maybe you were sleeping? He tried calling back to see if Robin might know more. But when your annoyed coworker picked up the phone to tell him Robin also called in sick, he knew something was up.

Eddie rushed to his phone book to find Robin's number and called it. he waited for four rings until...

"Hello?"

"Hey! Rob it's Eddie, have you-"

"We are not speaking to you."

"We? Who's we?"

But it was too late. All he heard was the sound of the dial tone.

He tried again, no answer this time. He tried once more before getting pissed and decided to just go over to her place because what the fuck?

When Eddie got to Robin's, he pounded on the door like the pounding going on in his head.

"Robin! Open the door, please."

The door finally swung open to a very angry-looking Robin standing before him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, Munson?!" She stepped outside and closed the door behind her so he couldn't come in.

"Robin, I'm extremely hungover and do not have the patience for your riddles. Do you know where my girl is or not? I'm worried sick."

"Oh, you can relax now since she is not your girl anymore, buddy." she poked his chest roughly. "you made that abundantly clear last night.

"Last night? I don't remember a thing from last night!"

"Well, think harder because she has been in there sobbing her eyes out from your little phone call."

"Phone call? What pho-" Then it all came rushing back to Eddie. It hit him like a Mack Truck.

"Yo Munson, where is that little whore of yours? Is she usually dangling off your arm like your little pet?" Jason snorted. "I bet she's off sucking another guy's cock; realized what a loser you are."

Jason didn't say much more to antagonize Eddie and get in his head, especially with the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

How could he be so stupid?

"Robin, oh my god, I fucked up. I fucked up big. Let me apologize."

"No. not now." She's a mess, as you can imagine-"

Robin was interrupted by the creek of the front door opening.

There you stood, looking as small as ever. Your eyes are still puffy, and your hair is a mess in your pyjamas at 1:30 in the afternoon.

"Baby, I-"

"Don't!" you cut him off, and Robin leaves to give you two spaces. "Don't you dare come here and think you can just take back what you said to me!" You had done a lot of crying; your anger was showing through.

"You don't understand, Jason was-"

"Jason?! What the fuck does Jason have to do with this? You hurt me, Eddie! I gave you everything! And then you throw it back in my face, accusing me of sleeping around? Are you insane? I've been in love with you for the last year and give myself to you, and you just throw that all away because of Jason Fucking Carver?"

"Baby, please, I'm so sorry; I'll do anything!"

"You've done enough." You turn and slam the door. That's it. You were done. Your heart felt so heavy… like it was just smashed into a million pieces. You were so close to caving when you saw the look of sorrow in those puppy dog eyes. But he had hurt you so bad you couldn’t believe he felt an ounce of pain he had inflicted upon you.

You and Eddie were officially done.

You have been radio silent. You were held up in your room, and you refused to do anything other than go to work.

Eddie called you excessively. It was every day, multiple times a day. His messages made your heartache as you played them back. You could hear in his voice how broken he was. He had fucked up so bad you didn’t know if you should give him another chance. For two weeks, you refused to answer your phone. You were so sick of it ringing you eventually took it off the line.

Eddie did everything he could think of to try and win you back. He sent you flowers to your work every single shift. He called, wrote love letters, and just needed you to speak to him. He was a desperate mess without you. Eddie’s heart, like not, was ripped into shreds, and it was all his fault.

You’ve been in his life since high school since he met you in hellfire freshman year. Then, once you finally confessed your feelings for one another, he couldn’t believe his luck. You said you wanted to be with him, that you wanted him to be the only one you give yourself to. He never thought that he would be so lucky... And here he was, shooting himself in the foot. He even tried to go to your apartment a few times. But you would never answer the door. He would leave a note each time he showed up unannounced. It would say how sorry he was and how much he loved you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to believe him.

The slurred words repeatedly played in your head, and you couldn’t make it stop. No matter how much he apologized, nothing he could say could make you forget. Your chest felt like it had a fifty-pound weight sitting right on your heart. Your eyes were permanently swollen from the continuous crying you couldn’t seem to stop. He had stolen your heart and then stomped on it until it seized to beat.

The first month after the breakup was rough, but avoiding Eddie seemed to be easy enough. He eventually got the message by month two and stopped trying altogether.

As time went on, you slowly started to heal. Eventually, your constant thoughts about Eddie subsided. Eventually, they stopped. You never thought you would get over the hurt, but the distance helped. You were getting on your merry way by month three. Finally, feeling like yourself again, eating regularly, sleeping regularly. You hadn’t heard or seen him, and you were finally freed from the prison sentence that was Eddie Munson.

Time spent with your friends and family was exactly what you needed. Even though Robin saw Eddie regularly, she never forgave him for what he did to you. Their friendship was strained, which strained his friendship with Steve as well as Nancy. They wanted to take his side, but once they heard what he had said to you, they couldn’t simply look the other way. So you would hang out with them when Eddie wasn’t there and vice versa. They made sure you never had to encounter one another for the time being. However, it was getting more and more difficult to have two separate schedules to appease you both.

You were to go to Steve’s for dinner with everyone, pizza and movie night. When you arrived, everyone was tense. Lines got crossed, miscommunication ensued, and as you walked through to the kitchen, he was sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of water in his hand, almost slipping from his grip as his Bambi eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Oh shit!” You hear Steve curse when he realizes the mistake that has been made.

“I’m going to go.” You turn and sprint to the door.

“Not wait!l You can hear Eddie shuffle off the chair behind you, but you refuse to look back.

“Please! Wait!”

Threatening tears sting your eyes, and you rush out the front door.

“Sweetheart, wait.” You feel his hand hook your elbow as your body is jerked in the opposite direction in which you’re running.

“What!” You yell, but then you see his eyes. You really look at him for the first time in three months. He had bags under his eyes, and the dark circles extenuated the deep chocolate of his eyes.

“I-I uh,” he lets out a deep breath, “I wanted to say I’m sorry I’m so sorry. I was so god damn stupid, so so stupid, the dumbest guy on the planet. I can’t believe I fucked this up so badly; I love you. I love you so much. I can’t do this anymore without you, baby. Please.” He was on his knees, begging, literally on his knees, grovelling.

“Eddie, get up.”

“No, I don’t deserve it.” He was so pathetic, but he didn’t care. “I love you, please, just please. I need you in my life.”

“I don’t know Eddie…”

“So that’s not a no?!” He popped up like an excited little bunny, the silver oh hope he needed to get by.

“Eddie…” you sigh.

“No, no, you said maybe! You don’t know. You haven’t decided. Please, baby, I love you.”

“This is too hard.” Your lip wobbles as you try walking away again, but he interlocks your hand with his.

“Please, can I at least just hold you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You let your hand slip from his grip, and he unwillingly let go.

Eddie felt you slipping through his fingers, literally. The hope he had moments ago was gone.

“I’m sorry”

“So am I…” without another look back, you walked away.

#Eddie Munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine

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morganbritton132 · 6 months

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Dustin posts a Tiktok that’s captioned something like: Take a guess on who saw a 1983 BMW today?

And the video is just the tail end of a conversation Steve and Eddie are having wine drunk on Dustin’s couch. Steve is complaining that it’s unfair that no one will sign off on letting him drive just because he ‘doesn’t meet the requirements’ and it’s equally unfair that Eddie never takes his side.

Eddie’s got his arm thrown around Steve’s shoulders like, “Listen, baby. Listen. I’d let you kill thousands of motorists as long as it makes you happy.”

“Thank you. That’s sweet.”

“The problem is, baby. there’s an itty-bitty possibility that you could get hurt and I can’t take that risk.”

Steve groans like that’s the worst thing he’s ever heard and slouches down, “Love me less… and gimme your car keys.”

Eddie laughs and kisses him, “Never.”

#eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson

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justmeinadaze · 2 months

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Secret Underneath Part 2 (Steddie X Plus Size You)

Warnings: Daddy Steddie (Businessman Steve/ Rockstar Eddie) & Plus Size Fem Sub Y/N, SMUT (just pure smut; me working on this may be why I'm so subby right now lol), light smacking, slight spit play( if you squint), spanking, LOTS of dirty talk.

SLIGHT ANGST, like very slight, mentions of insecurities when it comes to the reader and her now knowing who they are. Brief mentions of an ex (that I can use for angst fodder later because I'm me)

More than anything they are feeling each other out and setting up some boundaries.

Word Count: 4835

Part 1

“Y/N, honey, are you alright?”, your friend asks as she lightly touches your shoulder before becoming distracted herself. “Maggie! I swear to God you kids are going to get me to retire early.”

“Promise?”, one of the kids teases.

Blinking, you pull yourself back into the moment, remembering the anonymity everyone requested including you.

“Ok, guys, come on. I think we bothered the people up here enough. There’s a reason they make so much money and it’s because they don’t deal with kids like you.”, you joke as you usher them to follow the guide.

It takes all of your energy not to glance their way again but you can feel their eyes trail after you as you disappear with the class.

After dropping off the kids on campus and making sure everyone gets home safe, you head back to your apartment. As soon as the door shuts you lean against the wood, sliding down to the floor as you cry.

You enjoyed being with Mogul and Rockstar the other night but now you know who they were. Were they going to leave now that you did? They wanted their identities to be private but never said for how long. After what happened, you were willing to wait but now… now what happens?

You hadn’t even began to fully process that they were millionaire womanizer Steve Harrington and famous well known party bad boy rockstar Eddie Munson. Insecurities had already begun to seep into your brain and it killed you.

Your phone vibrated causing you to roll your eyes and glance at the notification that danced across your screen.

(5:15pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

(5:16pm) CurvyBabyWAttitude declined your invitation for a video chat.

(5:17pm) Accept the invitation.

(5:17pm) Please.

(5:18pm) Mogul/Rockstar has invited you for a video chat!

“Yes, Mr. Harrington and Mr. Munson, how can I help you?”, you answer in a short, annoyed tone.

“You can let us see your face for starters. If I wanted to look at the wall I can turn around.”

“Of your penthouse I bet.”

“We’re still in my office. We wanted to reach out earlier but we thought you’d still be on your field trip or at the school.”

“We wanted to give you time to get home so we could talk properly. Are you crying? Why are you crying?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Look, you don’t have to pander to me, ok? I know now this whole anonymity thing is ruined and you’d rather be with someone more suited to your lifestyle.”

“Define ‘our lifestyle’.”

“For you, Mr. Harrington, I imagine some blond girl with big tits who comes from money and can squeeze her itty-bitty body into the most expensive dress your money can buy. For bad boy Mr. Munson, I see you with more or less the same but she’s cool like Janis Joplin.”

“I do like Janis.”

“So…big tits, money, and blond. Is there a height requirement?”

Your hand covers your mouth as you breathily laugh at their joke.

“No, no height requirement but according to princess here there is a weight limit. I guess because rich men like us are super vain we only care about a woman’s appearance and not her personality.”

“Is that right, honey? Or is the curvy baby with attitude a bit self-conscious?”

“THIS is why we wanted anonymity. We aren’t what you read in the papers, sweetheart. I’d figure the other night would have gone in the category of proving that. If we only cared about what you claim we never would have come down to the hotel.”

After a long exhale, you tilt your phone to allow them to see your face.

“I think you also forget, honey, we have seen you. Yeah, you were wearing that mask but we knew about your body, your hair, and your tits. We’ve had our hands on them, remember?”

“You just caught us off guard today because… now we regret making you wear that sleep mask thing. Your entire face is so fucking beautiful. I wonder if your real name is equally so.”

Leaning your head on your knees, you take in their demeanors on the other end of your screen. They did still seem to be in his office but they were both sitting on a couch within. Steve was still wearing his sleek suit and Eddie in a black shirt with jeans but their eyes were no longer reflecting surprise as they had earlier that day. Right now, they seemed to be displaying genuine concern.

“My name is Y/N.”

Both men softly grinned making you do the same.

“Beautiful… would, um, would you be willing to meet us in a couple of hours at that hotel? We’d like to talk to you some more. Maybe figure some things out when it comes to us three.”

“We’d invite you to our place but we feel like it might make you more comfortable for us to meet somewhere where there’s common ground…so speak.”

“You two live together?”

“Oh good. We can still keep some secrets!”, Eddie chuckles. “Yeah, no point for me to get my own place when I’m on tour a lot and Stevie here travels for work.”

“Ok.”, you nod as you rise to your feet. “I’ll, um, see you both in a couple of hours.”

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Nerves float through you belly as you stand outside the hotel door, exhaling as you prepare for what may be on the other side. To your surprise both men are already there, Steve pacing by the window as he scrolls through his phone while Eddie lays on his back on top of the bed.

As soon as the door closes, they come to attention, pausing as their eyes rake over your body. When you were here last time you had thrown on clothes not caring how you were dressed after your ordeal and today you weren’t expecting to see your two admirers so you were in your jeans and school t-shirt with a messy bun and sneakers.

This time you wanted to show off with your off-shoulder butterfly sleeve green blouse and black skirt that accentuated your curves. The black heels helped fuel any confidence you were lacking and your hair flowed down around you giving you that extra layer of armor as well as hiding that still prominent bruise you had lingering on your skin.

“Jesus Christ.”, Eddie breathed before clearing his throat and glancing towards Steve. “You know, seeing her now, Harrington, she doesn’t hit that height requirement we talked about.”

His friend rolled his eyes as you giggled.

“This is so surreal.”

“What is?”, Steve asked.

“I just…I just read about you the other day. About how you just made a big financial move that made you 400 million dollars. And you…I’ve been listening to your voice for so long. I have your songs on my phone.”

“Yeah? And is that bad?”

“Ah, no, Munson. It’s those insecurities again which by the way I find totally amusing for a girl filled with so much sass.”, the pretty boy grins. “If I may ask, what are the other Daddies like? Why aren’t you like this with them?”

You scoff as you saunter to a nearby chair, place your purse down, and sit crossing your legs. Both men try to control their eyes from scanning along your limbs but Steve in particular struggles to focus on your face as his gaze constantly shifts to your heels.

“A lot of men on there have no idea what they are doing and the men that I have met up with are either trust fund babies or CEOs. They aren’t famous or really worked hard for anything. Personally, I think that’s why they struggle being dominate. They don’t know how to fight or work hard. They barely even know what they want let alone how to take care of me.”

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you are sexy.”, Eddie sighs almost excitedly. “You have no reason to be insecure at all, Y/N. I mean we get it. Like I said, this is part of the reason we wanted the anonymity. We want you to like us for us not our names or status.”

“Is that what happened with your last Baby?”

They glance towards each other again before answering.

“No.”

“No…”

“No.”, Steve says again with more conviction. “No, that’s not what happened.”

“That’s all I get?”

“You get what we give you.”

Your breathing stutters a bit at the metalhead’s words as your pussy clenches at his casual yet confident tone.

“Y/N, honey, can you do me a favor and uncross your legs?” You do as he asks going the extra mile of opening them so they have a good view at your silk black panties underneath. “You have no idea how bad I want to throw those gorgeous high heeled legs over my shoulders and just fucking devour your little pussy till your shaking.”

A small moan escapes your lips but when you try to rub your thighs together for relief Eddie tuts loudly across from you.

“Ah ah, baby. Keep your legs open till we’re done talking and you!”, he chuckles as he gestures towards his friend. “Stay focused.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“When it comes to sex, princess, is there anything we should avoid? Any hard no’s or anything like that?”

“Nothing…too rough. I’m not into masochistic stuff like canes and flogs but you can hit me or spank me. You’ll probably be doing that a lot.”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby girl. We can handle the brat.”, Steve grins as he winks, taking off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them on the other chair beside him.

“What about you two?”

That gives them pause before they smirk and the mogul continues rolling up his sleeves.

“Would you believe you’re the first woman to ask us that?”, Eddie ask as he shakes his head. “No, pretty girl. As long as you’re vocal and tell us when or if you’re uncomfortable, we’re happy. That being said, do you have a safe word you prefer?”

“I’m alright with ‘red’, Daddy.”

Steve walks to your side and extends his hand out for you to take so he can guide you to the edge of the bed beside Eddie before descending to his knees. The long-haired boy brushes some of your hair back and his ringed fingers lightly trace your bruise.

“How does this feel? Still hurt?”

“Yes, sir, but not as much as before.”

“Fucking asshole putting his hands on our baby girl.”, he growled low as his lips kiss your skin.

“That’s another thing, Y/N, because apparently we weren’t clear last time. You are ours. You belong to us and in turn we take care of you.”

“Are we still…still…keeping this a secret?”, you inquire trying to focus as Eddie’s kisses trailed to your neck while Steve’s mouth lingered on your thigh.

“Is that alright? Till we get more comfortable with each other and the dynamic.”

“Y-Yes, Daddy. Please.”

“Please what, baby? What do you want?”, the rockstar breathes in your ear.

“I want Daddy to eat my pussy.”

You watch as Steve’s head disappears into your skirt making you groan when his nose presses against your panty covered core and you feel him inhale.

“Fuck, she smells so fucking good.” His wide tongue flattens against the fabric and Eddie grins as your mouth falls open. “Jesus, Ed, and she tastes so sweet. Let’s get these off, honey.”

Nodding aggressively, you helped him pull down your panties and he tossed them towards his jacket. He licked a strip between your folds, wrapping his mouth around your clit, and repeating the process as his eyes watched your face.

“Oh fuck, Daddy.”

Eddie’s hand cups your cheek as he brings your lips to his, open mouth kissing you as his own tongue caresses yours. Your body abruptly jostles as Steve bunches your skirt around your waist and throws your legs over his shoulders before pressing his face into your cunt as his tongue vigorously flicked your bundle of nerves.

Your fingers threaded through his hair as you fell back against the mattress and grinded your hips. His large palms glide up your stomach as the other man lifts off your shirt and throws it to the floor. You moan, gripping the mogul’s wrist as his digits pinch and roll your nipple between them.

“Oh my God, yes, Daddy! I’m gonna cum!

Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave as Steve shakes his head from side to side helping you ride out your high. Refusing to slow down by any means, the man’s arms circle your hips, holding them down as he continues to run his tongue between you folds as he builds you back up.

Feeling a warmth beside you, you shift your gaze to see a now naked Eddie on his knees stroking himself by your face.

“Do you want Daddy’s cock, pretty girl?” When you don’t respond, his palm lightly smacks your cheek, his eyes scanning yours for discomfort when they finally meet. “I asked you something.”

“M’sorry. Da-Daddy’s mouth feels sooooo good.”

“Maybe I should have him stop so you can pay attention.”

“NO! No, please. I’ll listen! I’ll listen. I’ll listen.” When he repeated his question, you nodded as your free hand started to reach for him.

“No, baby. Just keep your hands on Steve. Fun fact, he kind of likes when you pull his hair while he’s making you feel good.”, Eddie grins as his palm pets your head. “Just keep your throat open for me, okay?”

“Okay, Daddy.”

A guttural moan left the rockstars lips when his cock slid through your parted ones. His girth overwhelmed you instantly but you loved the way he tasted as every vein dragged along your tongue.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That’s it. God damn Steve, her mouth feels amazing.”

As the metalhead began subtly thrusting his hips, you did what he suggested, gripping the other man’s hair tightly in your fingers as you tried not to gag.

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”, Eddie panted as he pulled himself back and you collected some air. “It’s ok to gag and drool, baby. We don’t mind it messy, trust me, and the thought of this pretty face choking on my cock just…fuck. Oh, wait. You’re going to cum again aren’t you?”, he says in an almost mocking tone that has your pussy clenching.

Almost abruptly, Steve climbs up your body and snake one of his hands behind your neck, lifting you just enough for your forehead to lean against his. Pushing his ring and middle finger into your core, the sound of your slick filled the room as he thrust them into you at a brutal pace.

“Cum again, baby. Come on. Soak Daddy’s fingers.”, he chanted under his breath as one of your arms wrapped around his neck. “I gotchu, Y/N. Daddy’s right here. Cum, baby girl. Keep your eyes open and on me.”

You screamed as the coil snapped, panting as your hair was yanked back.

“Keep your eyes open, little girl!”

His large digits continue to pump into you, slowing their rhythm as you gradually come down from your high with both men murmuring praises as they hovered above you.

Through heavy lidded eyes you see them smirk at each other as Eddie pats his shoulder as if to say thank you before he maneuvers around on the bed, flipping you onto your stomach, and pushing you up on all fours.

Steve lays on his back and hastily adjusts you till your in-between his legs. With a hungry gaze, you watch as he unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to free his cock, stroking it in front of you as you wait.

“Go head, Y/N.”, Eddie permits making you smile as you tongue darts out to lick the precum off his tip. “Atta girl. Remember, it’s ok to be messy.”

“Just tap me twice if you need a minute, honey.”

“Ok, Daddy. Oh-Oh fuck.”

While you two were talking, the rockstar had placed himself behind you, collecting your arousal with his length before guiding himself into your entrance. You whimper at his size as your nails claw under Steve’s button up shirt down his abs.

“Fuck me, baby. I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying—shit—I’m trying to go slow but your pussy is just pulling me in…squeezing Daddy so tight.”

The man underneath you bit his lip as your face scrunched in pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Such a good girl taking him so well.” Your hand wrapped around him as your mouth enveloped his cock, taking him as far down as you could. “Fuck, good-good girl.”

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, Eddie waited, allowing you to get accustomed to him while you focused on his friend. Taking his recommendation, you lowered yourself as far down as you could, gagging around Steve’s massive size, and coming off him quickly leaving trail of spit that lingered on your chin.

“There you go. God, Y/N, that felt amazing. Do you want Daddy to take control?”

“Please… I trust you.”

Almost too gently, he lifted your hair into a ponytail, caressing your lips with his thumb as they fell open while Eddie began thrusting into you. When his cock found its way into your mouth again, however, he was anything but.

His mushroom tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly as he guided your head lower and lower onto his lap.

“You’re doing so good, honey. Fuck! K-Keep your tongue flat. That’s it, baby. Just like that. Mmm get Daddy nice and wet. Yeah? Is Eddie fucking you nice and deep?”

Tears consistently fell at the euphoria you were feeling as Eddie’s cock hit all the right places inside of you and then some while Steve’s words and actions were making you clench the rockstar to an almost a painful degree.

“Fuck, man!”, he blissfully shouted as he spanked your behind and slowed his pace as he watched his cock disappear inside you. “She fucking loves sucking your dick. Every time she gags, her cunt wraps tighter around me.”

The pretty boy grins as he pets your head and dries some of your tears.

“You like sucking my cock, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yes, Daddy, I love it.

“Can Daddy fuck your tight your little throat till you both cum?”

“Yes, Daddy, please!”

Eddie stills long enough for his friend to rise to his knees and slide himself back into your mouth, matching his pace as they both thrust into you. Your orgasm takes you by surprise as you roughly tap on Steve’s body and he immediately pulls back as your upper body collapses on the mattress. The rockstar grunts as reaches over to grab your hair, bringing you flush against his chest as he chases his release. His arms circle around to your tummy and you place your own on top of his as he slams his seed inside of you.

“Thank you.”, you whisper as you pant against his cheek and in response he tilts his head to kiss your lips.

“Come here, baby girl.”, Steve coos, his head ticking to the side when you shake yours.

“I don’t want to ruin your suit, Daddy.”

Smiling softly, he takes you in his arms and you can’t help but inhale his scent as you nuzzle your face into his neck. After placing you on the pillows, he tugs his shirt over his head and removes the pants the rest of the way.

“I don’t care about my clothes, honey. All that matters to me is that you’re comfortable and taken care of. Plus, it’s kind of sexy to me to have your gorgeous, naked, sweat covered body against my suit.”

Positioning himself between your legs, he brings one over his shoulder and lets out a long, pleasure filled sigh as he guides his cock into your somewhat overstimulated and dripping pussy.

“God…fuck me.”

At this angle, it felt like he was splitting you in half but in the best possible way.

“Mmph, fuck, Daddy. You’re so big.”

“I know, Y/N. I know but you can take it. You’re doing so well already.” Steve’s lips kiss your ankle just below your high heel as he gradually began finding his rhythm. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

When you didn’t do what he told you to, you felt him lean over you as he pressed his palms into the mattress to steady himself.

“Y/N, stop making us repeat ourselves. Now, open your eyes.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy. You feel—mmm—so good. I can’t—”

“Yes you can, little girl. Don’t let our kindness fool you. We can be mean when we need to be and have no problem punishing bad girls.”

Your eyes open to meet his dominate ones and just as Eddie had he scans your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he rested his forehead on your own.

“This is the first time we’re really getting to see them.” Steve rolls his waist and you mewl as he roughly hits that sensitive spot inside you. “Right there? Ok, baby.”

His jaw goes slack as he pounds into you, slamming into you g-spot over and over again turning you into a moaning mess that drives him crazy. Pushing back on to his knees, you watch as a glob of spit falls from his mouth before he utilizes his thumb to rub it into your clit.

“FUCK! I’m gonna cum!”

The bed shakes underneath you as skin smacking skin loudly echoes through the room. The coil in your belly snaps for the final time that night and Steve’s lips crash to yours to capture every moan he can. After a few moments, his head dips to your side and his groans fill your ear as he empties himself inside you.

You wince as the man tries to carefully pull out, murmuring apologies as he kisses your face.

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”, Eddie instructs in a gentle tone as he hands you a glass of water that you promptly chug back. “I’m going to go figure out how to turn the rocket ship they a call a tub into a bath so we can get you all clean.”

You giggle at his joke as Steve over exaggeratedly sighs as he presses his face into the pillow beside yours.

“He’s just trying to impress you by seeming more ‘down to earth’. Our bathrooms at home are more or less the same.”

“I’m sure they are better than mine. It’s a 30 sq ft cube and I shower with the door open so I don’t feel like I’m actually IN the movie Cube.”

His eyes scan you over as you laugh at your circumstance.

“I hope this doesn’t come off as rude so if it is please tell me but…you don’t make enough with the website to get a better apartment?”

“I don’t think it’s rude. Um, no. I don’t deal with too many Daddies. I mean I deal with them but not enough to actually get anything going or keep them around long term. Either they can’t handle me or I can’t tolerate them.”

“Girl who knows what she wants?”

“Girl who’s been through enough and is tired of wasting her time.”

He nods as Eddie saunters back into the bedroom to tell you the bath is ready but as he casually comes around to pick you up, you stop him.

“It’s ok. You don’t need to…”

As you start to climb out of bed, he places his palm on your chest and pushes you back down.

“I don’t need to what?”

“You don’t need to try and lift me.”

“Good to know.”, he responds sarcastically as he effortlessly lifts you in his arms. “Thankfully I don’t need to try. I already know what I can and can’t do.”

After removing your skirt and heels and placing you in the water, the metalhead climbs in behind you and begins cleaning your body as Steve, now donning boxers, places himself on the edge.

“Am I allowed to ask questions?”

“Of course, sweetheart, but we decide whether or not to answer.”

“I guess that’s fair.”

“Did you have a particular question in mind, honey or…?”

“Just some general things.”, you shrug. “Like I know you make a lot of money but I don’t actually understand what you do.”

“Um, the short answer would be I’m an investor, I guess. My father owned and ran an advertising firm that I took over. Then I utilized those funds to buy and resell properties. That business move you mentioned? I bought a building in Las Vegas and spruced it up. Since it was right on the strip it sold for a high dollar value.”

“Did that go right over your head?”, Eddie asked in jest.

“A bit.”, you smile shyly.

“Those kids you brought…what do you teach that would bring them to my office?”

“Oh, that wasn’t my class. I was helping my friend with her field trip because another teacher called in sick. She teaches economics; I teach English.”

Both men make a subtle ah noise as they chuckle.

“Almost all of students know you.”, you smile as you shift your focus to the rockstar. “They say you need to post more on social media.”

“Yeah, I have no idea how any of that works. I just post what they tell me and Gareth runs our band one. I’m an old man, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god. No, you aren’t.”, you laugh as you keen into his chest.

You don’t see it but both men exchange another look before Eddie wraps his arms over your own and holds you tightly against him as he kisses your shoulder.

“I’m, um, assuming that doesn’t bother you…that we are older?”

“Most sugar daddies are, honey.”

“That’s not what I asked.”, Steve scolds as he reaches out to lightly grip your chin.

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” Nodding at your answer, he releases you to take hold of your hand and help you to your feet to step onto the bathmat allowing the metalhead to do the same so he can dry you. “Do it bother you?”

“No, baby girl, it doesn’t.”

“Now if any younger guys are out here hitting on you—“ Eddie smiles when your loud belly laugh cuts him off.

“Trust me, no one is hitting on me. I’m not saying that in like an insecure way. I’m just, usually my sarcasm gets in the way.”

After leading you back into the bedroom, you’re surprised when Steve grabs his shirt and puts it on you, falling to his knees as he closes the buttons.

“This material feels nice.” A sexy smirk paints his face as you watch his fingers move. “Smells like you.”

As soon as he completes his task, his face presses into your stomach as his hands tenderly trail up one of your legs.

“I smell cigarettes to. Almost like my best friend insists on smoking around me.”

“Oh, sure, because you don’t smoke with me sometimes.”, Eddie teases as you both smile. “I like that you smell like us both though. Let’s people know you belong to someone already.”

Taking a hold of your bicep, he guides you under the covers and you immediately spoon your body into his as he circles his arm around you again.

“Should I…remove my profile from the site?”, you ask sleepily as Steve lays in front of you and brushes some of your hair away from your face.

“We would appreciate that. Tomorrow we can give you our number so we can talk directly on the phone and get some more information so we can send you money when you need it. I would also like to work on getting you a better place to stay. I don’t like you being in a small place where—”

“Steven.”, Eddie chuckles as he interrupts his friend. “Look at her.”

As his eyes glanced over you, he realized you had fallen asleep, your steady breathing and calm face making them swoon.

“Am I asking for too much? I hate the idea of her living somewhere she isn’t comfortable.”, the mogul inquires as he slides further under the covers and caresses your skin while the rockstar props up on his elbow.

“She doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to do anything that would make her uncomfortable.”, he grins. “But no, I don’t think you’re going overboard.”

“You know how we are. That’s why women always took advantage of us.”

“That’s why we’re taking things a bit slower this time so we don’t have another incident like last time.”

Steve growled under his breath at the thought.

“I don’t think Y/N would be as vindictive as our ex was. Yeah she’s got a mouth but she seems up front and honest. I like that.”

“Me to.”

“I hope we aren’t wrong about this one, Ed.”

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | eddie gets a great idea to take pictures while he fucks you, and you can't say no to an offer like that. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | eddie munson (stranger things, 2022) x fem!reader 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 | smut, minors dni! — oral (f!receiving), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, degredation, overstimulation, breeding kink (if you squint), praise kink, marking 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | wow what happened to only posting on wednesdays hmmm, anyway have this! i had fun writing it and i figured yall would wanna read it! | follow @cremebruhleewrites to be notified when i post a new story!

“Just one more.”

Click.

“Eddie. Baby.”

“Yes?” Your boyfriend popped out from behind his Polaroid camera, his brown eyes all wide like a puppy dog.

“You said ‘one more’ last time,” you told him, and Eddie could only smile. You were right, after all; Eddie had been taking pictures of you for what felt like hours.

“I have to make sure I’m getting good ones,” Eddie told you. He readjusted his stance next to you, flashing another picture, and he retrieved the picture as it slid out the front of the camera. “I’m gonna put the best one in my wallet.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, scrunching your nose. “Why?”

“Because!” Eddie exclaimed. “I wanna be able to whip out a picture of you and show everyone how gorgeous my woman is!”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, and you swiped up the dice that sat on Eddie’s floor. At first, you had just been helping him get ready for a meeting of the Hellfire Club that night, helping him check that he had his binder and books and the necessary bits and pieces that it took to make a D&D campaign work, but, somewhere along the way, Eddie had grabbed his camera and started snapping pictures of you, abandoning his work from before.

“Let me see,” you told him, putting your hand out so he could give you one of the pictures, and Eddie grabbed one of the ones that had already developed and handed it to you.

It was a nice picture, you had to admit. You sat on his floor, no pants, wearing one of his shirts. It was big on you and pulled over your shoulder, and the flash had highlighted your bare shoulder. Your hair had fallen into your face in the picture, blocking your eyes, but the curve of your nose and mouth had managed to persist. You were smiling, laughing at something dumb that Eddie had said, your hand outstretched to gather up the itty bitty golf pencil Eddie had in his kit.

“Oh,” you said softly, your grip on the picture becoming much more tender than before. “Eddie, baby—”

“I like that one,” he said, his voice lowering gently. “I like how my shirt is hanging off of you… Looks real sexy, y’know?”

“I like my smile,” you admitted. It felt weird to say that about yourself, but, if the picture were of anybody else but you, you would have been head-over-heels for that smile.

“I like your smile too,” Eddie told you. He pressed his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, his eyes canvasing you, and he reached out and brushed your hair aside. “Here, show me that smile again.”

“Ed,” you groaned playfully, but you did what he asked of you. You smiled straight at his camera, trying to replicate the soft smile that you had in the photograph, and Eddie snapped the picture. The camera churned it out and Eddie grabbed the photograph, still all black, and he turned back to his pile of actively-developing Polaroids, pulling out one that was nearly finished. This time, you held a pair of dice in your palm, your mouth open as you spoke, but you could instantly see why Eddie had chosen it: your naked legs were just a little open, showing just the faintest hint of your pink panties.

“Now, this,” Eddie chuckled, and he hit the back of his hand with the photo. “This is sexy.”

“If you want a picture of me opening my legs, all you have to do is ask,” you giggled, and Eddie’s face suddenly lit up.

“I liked the subtlety of it,” he said, but he took the camera back in his hands. “Like you’re not trying to be sexy, you just are. But if you wanna be obvious about it… Open your legs, sweetheart.”

“Okay, that was a joke,” you laughed, but the look on your boyfriend’s face told you that he definitely didn’t think it was a joke. “But if you’re serious…”

“Serious as a heart attack, princess,” Eddie said, lifting the camera up. “C’mon, lemme see you.”

You chewed your lip as you thought it over, and you finally said, “You can’t show these to anyone, okay? The other ones, sure, but not these.”

“Never,” Eddie told you, and he watched as you slowly opened your legs for him, giving him and his camera the perfect view of your panties. In an instant, Eddie had the camera up to his eye, and he snapped a picture, and the camera churned it out dutifully. “That’s cute, baby. Show me your tits.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little shy as you stripped off your shirt, and Eddie’s hands reached out and lightly touched you. Your skin hummed at his touch, and you sighed softly when he smoothed his fingers across your nipple. The camera clicked in time with your sigh, and your boyfriend smiled like the devil behind the camera.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” Eddie told you, his hand falling away from you. “My pretty girl… I have an idea.”

“Oh, God,” you sighed. “What now?”

Eddie flipped open his camera, seeing how many pictures he had left, and he nodded in contentment when he saw more than a few in there. “Take this,” he said and passed it to you, and he added, “I’m gonna go down on you and it’s your turn to take pictures.”

“Eddie,” you gawked. “Are you sure? I mean, you’ve got Hellfire in, like, an hour.”

“I can make it quick,” Eddie told you, and he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your mouth. For a moment, you forgot exactly what Eddie was proposing, and you put down the camera and kissed him back, your fingers threading into that lovely long hair of his. You moaned softly when his tongue prodded your lips and finally into your mouth, and you writhed in his grip as his thigh went between your legs.

You felt his hands travel from your hips to the hem of your panties, and Eddie took no time in pulling them down your legs. His kiss lifted from off of your lips and settled on your neck, lightly biting your skin and soothing the sting of it with his tongue. You suddenly understood Eddie wanting to take pictures; as sexy and exciting as it was, it was a reminder of your time together, no matter what was done.

Your hands scrambled to find the camera and you quickly grabbed it, and you turned it around to snap a picture of yourself, Eddie attached to your neck. You were giddy when you considered that you would have no idea what the pictures looked like until they fully developed in a few minutes, and you knew that you would be more than a little preoccupied by then.

Eddie heard the camera go off, and he smiled into your neck. “You’re cute,” he mumbled, and he tugged himself out of your neck. His eyes examined your skin, looking at all the red marks that he had left, and he added, “Those are gonna bruise up so nice, I love it.”

“Good,” you replied. “Now, isn’t there something you said you were gonna do?”

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully, and, under his breath, he said, “You, maybe.”

“Shut up,” you chuckled. “Get down there, hurry up.”

“Telling me to hurry…” Eddie mumbled playfully under his breath. “What’s that saying? Patience is a virtue?”

“God, just put your mouth on my fucking pussy already,” you giggled, and Eddie dutifully obeyed. He pressed light kisses to your skin for a few moments, either teasing you or warming you up, and you grabbed the camera and set off a quick picture as Eddie’s hand came up and lightly touched your thigh. He smiled into your cunt, but he quickly got to work tugging down your panties, and he didn’t wait a second to press a kiss to your skin.

Eddie opened your legs further and fully buried himself into your cunt, sending one long kick up from your hole to your clit. The electric shock that hit your body made you whimper, and your grip faltered on the camera. He sucked hard at your clit for a few torturous seconds, just long enough to make you squeal and grab at his hair, and he smiled into your skin. “Eddie,” you whimpered, and he responded by swirling his tongue along your wet flesh, threatening your hole with the tip of his tongue. “Eddie, baby…”

“Take a picture,” Eddie mumbled into your cunt, and you nodded quickly, fumbling with the camera to get it to your eye. In the viewfinder, you could see your boyfriend’s lovely head between your thighs, his eyes looking up at you as his mouth quirked into a cheeky grin. Just as you snapped the picture, Eddie licked hard at your clit, and you gasped as the shock radiated through your legs.

“Ed!” you whined. ”Fuck, baby!”

Eddie didn’t reply, closing his eyes as he went back to his work, licking and biting and sucking at you. Everything he did left a hot coil in your tummy, winding tighter and tighter, and you dug the tips of your fingers into the hard plastic of the camera. Your leg twitched by his head when he added a finger to the mix, pressing it slowly into you as his mouth focused on your clit. He took your skin into his mouth and suckled at the sensitive nerve as his finger easily sank into your wet heat, and Eddie smiled as you writhed around him.

“You like that?” he asked, and you nodded as you quickly flashed another picture. Eddie’s laughter vibrated up your spine and into your head, and he added a second finger before he started to fuck you quick and deep. The wet sounds of it were obscene, and you moaned; it made you wish that you had a video camera, just so you could capture the noises of it.

Eddie didn’t seem satisfied with just this, because he was quickly slinking away from your body, withdrawing his fingers and mouth. You whined at the loss of his fingers, and he laughed before shushing you. “It’s okay, princess,” he told you soothingly. “You’re getting my cock now, calm down.”

The promise of that made you shiver, and you watched greedily as Eddie leaned back and undid his belt. Quickly, you remembered the camera, and, without even looking in the viewfinder, snapped a picture of Eddie’s smooth hands and fingers, adorned with rings, undoing his belt. You discarded the picture off to the side, in the general area of the others, and Eddie gave you a smile. “I knew you’d like the picture idea,” he said as he unzipped his jeans. “Are you gonna take pictures as I fuck you?”

“Yeah,” you said, your legs quivering as Eddie handled them around his waist, his jeans yawning open to expose the band of his boxers and the little happy trail he had that extended from his tummy and down into his underwear. “Maybe I’ll put one in my wallet.”

“I’d love to see it,” Eddie told you, and he rolled his hips forward, pressing himself fully against your wet pussy. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Did I do that, did I make you all wet?”

“Yes,” you gasped. You abandoned the camera in favor of gripping Eddie’s curls, and you dragged him down into a kiss, your mouths slotting together perfectly. His tongue swiped your lips before pushing into your mouth, and his fingertips dug almost painfully into the meat of your thighs. You liked the pain of it, though, and you moaned softly into Eddie’s open mouth.

You could see just how impatient Eddie was, his kiss heady and needy, and you whispered, “Eddie, baby please fuck me already, I can’t wait any longer.”

Eddie groaned low in his chest, and he mumbled, “M’gonna, princess, gonna fuck you so good.” His hands left your thighs, leaving little red crescents from his nails in his wake, and turned his attention back to himself. He shoved his jeans and boxers halfway down his thighs, just enough to expose his cock, and you quivered at the sight of him. You would never get over just how pretty Eddie’s cock was, thick and long, cut, with a little curve to the left, and your mouth watered.

Eddie’s big brown eyes focused in on your pussy, and he spread your legs wide to slot his hips fully between them. Your breathing came quick as he pressed the head of his cock to your hole, and Eddie’s lips turned into a smirk as he pressed in just the tip. You whimpered and sobbed at the feeling of it, so close to what you needed but not enough and you pulled him into another kiss.

“Eddie, baby,” you sobbed. “No teasing, baby, please.”

Still partially inside you, Eddie leaned over to where you had set down the camera, and he quickly focused it on where your bodies met. In a quick, fluid motion, he snapped his hips forward and filled you all up, all the way to the hilt of his cock, and the camera snapped and the flash went off. Eddie pulled out the picture and waved it a few times in the air, trying to get it to process quicker than the others (although you had told him before that Polaroids don’t work like that, but Eddie swore it helped), and he said, “That’ll be a good one. Got your tits in it; this might be the one.”

“Eddie!” you whined, and you covered your face abashedly. “Don’t put that one in your wallet!”

“Why not?” Eddie asked. “It’s gonna be beautiful!”

“Because you’re inside me in that picture!” you protested. “That’s embarrassing, y’know?”

“Embarrassing?” Eddie asked. “Or hot?”

You sighed, and you grabbed the camera from Eddie, letting him brace himself up on his hands so he could start slowly fucking you. The stretch around him always hurt for the first few seconds, and you squeezed your eyes closed as Eddie slowly rocked his hips forward. The feel of it was exquisite, the hot drag of him inside you making you see stars already, and the way his cock nestled into that soft spot inside you with each thrust was almost sickening.

Your hands shook as you situated the viewfinder on your eye, and Eddie flashed you a cheeky smile as you snapped a picture. You knew the picture would be subpar, likely shaky and out of focus, but it was Eddie, and you knew that would make the picture worth something. “Fuck me,” you told him, discarding the camera once more. “Fuck me harder, Eddie, please.”

“Harder,” Eddie echoed, and one of his hands went back to your marked thigh, pulling it up to settle your leg over his shoulder. The new angle allowed him deeper, so deep that you felt like you could feel him in your chest, and your back arched as he started up a quick pace. “Good girl, taking me so well… Fuck, princess, you’re so tight for me.”

You nodded, unable to even form words, and Eddie laughed. You weren’t sure if he was laughing with you or at you, but he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “E-Eddie,” you stammered, your arms circling around his neck and clinging onto him. “Fuck, baby, y-you’re so deep.”

Eddie didn’t respond, only gripping you tighter and fucking you faster. If you thought the sounds of him fingering you were obscene, the noises now were absolutely nasty, loud and wet, skin hitting and brushing against each other. It only spurred on the hot coil in your stomach, drawing it tighter and tighter, and you knew you wouldn’t last long.

It was a good thing that Eddie was such a good lover, so in tune with your body and needs, because he knew exactly what you wanted without you having to tell him. His hand left your thigh and drifted down between your bodies to the apex of your legs, and his skilled fingers quickly began to play with your clit, rubbing hard and pinching it enough to make you squeal and buck your hips.

“Fuck!” you mewled, pressing yourself closer to him. “Eddie, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m trying to do?” Eddie laughed. “M’gonna make you cum before I do, and I’m gonna take the prettiest picture of you, all fucked out and used.”

“O-Okay,” you stammered. “A-As long as I get a picture of you all fucked out.”

“Of course,” Eddie agreed. “It’s only fair.”

Eddie’s fingers resumed their work on your clit, touching you with increasing urgency. He wanted you to cum quickly, and, with his quick pace and deep thrusts, it didn’t seem like it would take much longer. Your cunt throbbed around his cock as he fucked you, trying to draw him to his end as well, and Eddie hissed through his teeth. “Goddamn it, princess,” he said. “Tryin’ to make me cum all quick too.”

“Please, Eddie,” you whimpered. Your hands scrambled for the camera again, and you braced it against your chest as you took a picture of him. The camera churned it out, and you once again abandoned the whole thing in order to touch Eddie. His chest was heaving with pants as he fucked you hard, and your hands grappled to grab him by his shoulders. Even though he was still fully dressed, there was something even more erotic than if he were naked with you, and you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as his breath came in quick, sharp little gasps.

You could feel his cock throb inside you, and you knew that he was painfully close. “Fuck, Eddie,” you whispered in his ear, gently biting at his earlobe. “Are you gonna cum, baby?”

“Yeah,” he grunted out. “Gonna fill you all up, princess.”

“Oh, Eddie,” you moaned. “Please cum, baby, please.”

“You want it?” Eddie asked. “You want my cum?”

“Yes,” you cried. Eddie’s fingers played quicker with your clit, your thighs shaking against your will as the coil drew tighter and hotter in your belly, and you dug your fingertips hard into his tough shoulder. Every sensation was jacked up to ten, Eddie fucking you so right and touching your clit and talking to you so nasty, and your back arched as you gasped. You couldn’t even get your full sentence out, “Eddie, I’m—!”, before the coil inside you burst, and you came.

Your vision went a little blurry as you came, warm washing over your whole body as you grabbed Eddie hard, drawing him down into a kiss. It was an ugly kiss, all teeth and tongue, but it was exactly what you wanted from him. Eddie groaned into the kiss, his thrusts getting sloppy and even harder (if that was possible), and he speared into you hard one last time before he gave a deep grunt and a long groan, and you felt him spill inside you. Your mind felt gone, but you were there enough to grapple for the camera, and you took a picture of him, his head hanging low and his eyes squeezed shut, and you giggled lightly at him.

“Here,” Eddie whispered. “Gimme that.” You quickly passed him the camera, and he took care to focus it nicely on your cunt, still filled by his cock and leaking his cum, before he snapped a picture. Your body quivered in pleasure as Eddie put down the camera and grabbed your hips again, and he put a sweet kiss on your open mouth. “You okay?” he asked, and you nodded gently.

“Just…” you started, and huffed out a laugh. “Fucking tired now.”

Eddie finally withdrew his hips, pulling his softening cock from inside you with another hiss, and he sat on the floor next to you. Carefully, he pulled you into his lap, and you buried your face in his neck as he grabbed the camera and flipped it open to check the film. “One picture left,” he announced. “Would you like to do the honors?”

You nodded and took the camera from his hands, and you turned it around on both of you. Just in time for the picture, Eddie leaned in and kissed your cheek, and you laughed as the picture flashed and then churned out.

“That’s gonna be the best one,” Eddie said, and he took the picture into his hand and reverently put it on the floor, next to the pile of other Polaroids. You caught a glimpse of the other quickly-developing pictures— your tits, Eddie’s head between your thighs, a shaky flash of his cock halfway inside you— and, when you looked back at the final picture, you saw the ghost of yourself, smiling widely, with Eddie attached to your cheek.

“I agree.”

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daigina-3 · 2 years

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Steve comes home to a sacrificial ritual being set up in his living room.

Or that’s what it looks like.

He kicks the door closed and chucks his keys and wallet in the little bowl by the door like always, pushes his glasses up- they always slip down when he fiddles with the lock- and rounds the corner to head for the kitchen via the living room.

Except there’s a bunch of candles, a mix of black and cream colors, set up in the living room. Most are in plastic candelabras- bought from the DollarTree, maybe- and a big black blanket is spread in the center of the room, the couches pushed back from their usual center placement.

“What the fuck?” Steve calls, knowing exactly who’s going to answer because only one person could have done this-

“Steve!” Eddie rounds the corner from the other hall, his arms full. “You’re home early.”

“Uh- yeah-“ Eddie side steps past him, sparing a quick kiss on the cheek, which Steve returns, confused. “Are we.. sacrificing something? Or is this like a dark-themed romantic surprise because you know how I feel about wax-“

Eddie laughs and starts laying the things in his arms down on the blanket, forming a perfect semi-circle on the floor in the center of the room. A little plastic axe, a fake plastic branch, a mini ukelele, a toy sword, among others.

“No, definitely not-“

Steve cuts him off and, realizing something is missing, whips his head around in minor panic. “Where’s-“

“Heeeeeere she comes!” A voice calls from the same hall Eddie appeared from a moment ago and Steve recognizes the voice before he sees who it is, heart unclenching from his momentary panic. He’s relieved to see Gareth- a chubby little baby in his hands, held high above his head like he’s Rafiki taking Simba to Pride Rock. “The lady of the hour!”

Behind Gareth, shuffling and staring up at the baby he’s holding aloft are Dustin, Will, and Jeff, looking like occultists following their sacred baby-leader to the altar.

“Hi Gareth- hi guys,” Steve pushes down crazy helicopter dad mode and reaches up. When she sees Steve, Sam’s eyes light up with recognition- a smile breaks out on her round little face, all dribble and just one or two teeth that recently started coming in. She screeches in excitement m and reaches back to Steve with her tiny, tiny little hands- tiny little hands that might as well have Steve’s heart in a vice grip.

“Hi hi hi, Sammy,” Steve coos, taking the squealing, arm flailing ball of excitement from Gareth’s hands.

Steve will literally never get tired of how excited she is to see him, how even when he goes for a two minute bathroom break Sam screeches at the sight of him returning- will wiggle out of Eddie’s arms or bang on her high chair until Steve picks her up.

(Much to his husbands dismay- Eddie jokes that he’s nothing but a source of bottles to Sam and while they both know that’s not actually true… Steve can’t help feeling a little itty bitty bit smug when she kicks her way out of Eddie’s grip and reaches for his nose or glasses to tug on in delight).

Steve settles the smiley little butterball on his hip, rubbing little circles on her side as she grabs at the collar of his t-shirt. It only takes a couple seconds for Eddie to drift toward them both, attaching himself with an arm around Steve’s waist and Sam tucked between them.

Steve leans into the warmth of Eddie and the way he’s wedging Sam close to them both.

Around them, Gareth and Jeff light the candles around the room while Will and Dustin find a spot to set up Will’s phone.

It dawns on Steve- “Oh! Is this the Gundam and Gadgets thing for Sam’s first birthday?”

Eddie can’t hold back his laugh and he knocks Steve’s head gently with his own. “You know it’s Dungeons and Dragons, you old coot,” he says lightly, his breath tickling Steve’s cheek.

Steve smirks. He knows, but he likes to hear Eddie’s exasperated laughter when he calls Orcs “Shrek guys” or asks if the scores work like golf. He bonks Eddie’s head back lightly.

Eddie had mentioned it- said he’d seen a thing online but Steve had imagined picking papers out of a hat or something, maybe spinning a wheel.

Eddie twists a finger in Sam’s curls, his mouth pursed. “Paper in a hat? That would hardly be appropriate for such a tremendous occasion.”

Sam slaps at Eddie’s finger, grabbing it and yanking it down to her mouth. Eddie lets her slobber on it with the indifference of a man who’s had way, way worse than baby slobber on his hands.

“Our little Samwise is choosing her class- her lifelong craft that she’ll work to perfect. You can’t choose that with paper.”

Steve glances up from where he’s watching Sam gnaw on Eddie with her little ridiculously tiny hands wrapped around his. He knows the rings are non-toxic, made Eddie get them all checked, but still wonders if the metal is good for her teething gums.

“Isn’t that right, Sammy-fries?,” Eddie wiggles the baby- still gumming on his finger- into his arms. “This way she gets to choose what she gravitat- OW, fff-“

“Language,” Steve chides.

“-forks, Sammy, those teeth are deadly! Jesus, what’re you gonna do when you have a full set?” Eddie shakes his hand, inspecting his finger where two little red indents mark where Sam had bitten down. Hard.

She never touches her expensive doctor recommended teething rings, but biting on hands and fingers til they bleed? Her specialty.

Sam giggles as Eddie shows her his boo-boo and pretends to be fatally wounded.

“Candles are all done,” Jeff announces. “And Erica texted. She wants us to Skype her in after.

“Oh- Lucas and Mike made us promise to record it, too,” Will finally steps back from where he and Dustin have carefully propped the phone against a teddy bear elevated by books on a side table, looking like it could fall any second and angled perfectly at where Eddie is setting Sam down, equidistant on the blanket from each of the symbols surrounding her.

Steve recognizes some of the things- the sword is probably fighter, the little branch is probably meant to be a mage staff? Or maybe the other magic class, Druid? There might be more classes that use staffs or branches though. The ukelele is easy, that one’s a bard- Steve knows it’s Eddie’s favorite class- and a few other things that are obviously to do with fighting or something but he can’t really tell what’s meant to symbolize what.

Behind him, Gareth dims the lights just a little and saddles up next to Steve “This is gonna be so fuckin-“

“-Language!” Chorus Will and Dustin at the same time-

“Sorry- fricken awesome.”

The excitement among all the guys is palpable and Steve finds himself getting wrapped up in it too- they’re all sitting down around the special little blanket, Dustin and Jeff leaning across Will to make bets (Jeff’s money is on fighter but Dustin’s heart is set on Rogue) and Eddie sets Sam up, smoothing her hair down and gently explaining to her the sacred ritual they’ve set up for her. She barely understands much more than “yes” “no” or “dinner” but she looks up at Eddie with the biggest, most interested eyes a baby can have. Steve gets it- that’s probably how he looks at Eddie too, most of the time. Wide-eyed and love-struck.

A little ‘ping’ sounds softly as Dustin hits record on the phone and Eddie holds Sam up.

“Today,” he says like he’s making a speech to a crowd of several hundred rather than a living room of five dudes and a baby, “marks a special day in the young life of Samantha Munson-Harrington. Also known as Sam, Sammy, Spammy, Samwise, Samfries or Spud. She has reached the end of her first calendar year and it is time to choose the path down which she will walk for the years to come.”

He sets her down carefully equidistant from all of the symbols and scoots back among light cheers from the guys- including Steve, who gives a little ‘woo!’

“Aaah-oo,” Sam claps.

The guys start beckoning Sam this way or that- Gareth trying to get her attention towards the little axe and Will tapping the floor in front of the little play sword.

After a lot of looking around the room at all the crazy grown adults yelling at her, Sam surveys the items in front of her. Gareth’s little calls of “over here! Sam! Sam-erino, look at the cute little deadly weapon!” get more insistent and Will’s tapping is almost drowned out by Dustin making weird bird noises, as though cawing like a raven is gonna do anything but weird the kid out.

Finally, she crawls forward and reaches out her hand-

She grabs the ukelele.

Everyone goes wild.

Steve laughs at the way they all cheer anyway, even though Sam didn’t choose what they wanted, and Eddie scoops her up with the ukelele in hand, smothering her plump little cheeks with kisses.

“A bard,” Dustin bounces from where he sits cross cross applesauce. “She’s a little bard!”

They Skype Erica in- after, of course, they spend some time passing the baby around so they each get their turn cooing and snuggling their new little bard. Jeff holds Sam and plucks the ukelele in her arms, making her eyes go wide at the sound it makes. They laugh as she searches for what made the noise and aww appropriately as she discovers that instruments make sounds, slapping her little fingers against the strings with Jeff’s help.

Erica’s busy with her life as a new lawyer, as always, but never too busy for Hellfire. She answers on the second ring.

“Okay, nerds, I have a case in about fifteen so don’t waste my time-“

“Bard!” Eddie announces, holding Sam up to the phone so Erica can see her. She still hasn’t let go of the ukelele- it has, as all things must inevitably, ended up in her mouth. She’s chewing on the frets and smiling at the phone like she knows the camera’s on her.

(She always smiles for the camera. She’s a little show-boater like that.)

Erica makes a couple snarky comments about how she knew Dustin’s as gonna lose their bet- which, not surprising; they always have some kind of bet going and Dustin’s always losing- and she blows Sam a few kisses before she has to head out.

Will sends the video off to the group chat Hellfire has and spends the next few minutes laughing over Lucas and Dustins responses.

Sam ends up in Steve’s lap, doing her new little tick where she stands and bounces up and down. Steve keeps his hands on her arms for support and showers her with little kisses every few minutes- both as a little congratulations and because he can’t help it.

Jeff breaks out the beers. Eddie takes up the little ukelele, which definitely still has some Sam-spit on it- and plays a couple songs. He starts with her current favorite- one he and Steve play around the house for her to make her smile.

“I wanna rock n’ roll all night, and party every day-“

Sam goes nuts, squealing and dancing until she falls back into Steve’s lap and gets up to do it again.

The guys join in- all six of them singing (at different stages of off-key) to this bright little light, the center of Steve and Eddie’s whole world, of all of their worlds, really, who’s pulled them all in and made their lives a little warmer. Made their rag-tag family a little bigger.

“Happy birthday, Sam.” Steve whispers into her curls. “Little bard baby.”

#i actually hate this LOL #not all of it but I haven’t been able to write #and I wanted to and I saw a cute little video so- why not right? inspo!#but then I couldn’t like. express anything right and it wasn’t working out but I NEEDED to get AOMETHINF #SOMETHING #out #so it’s not my favorite I don’t like it but it’s SOMETHING #steddie #steddie fic #it is… 5 am 😭#mine

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queenimmadolla · 1 year

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could we have a baby blurb from the pennyverse?

i know youre writing for it in your big updates so thats fine if not!!

penny hurting herself and eddie either freaking out or trying to comfort reader?

pregnant reader?

Uhhhhhhh, YES YOU CAN! Except it is so not a baby blurb because I got carried away, lol. I can’t help it, i love them so much. Hope you like it!

warnings: a little bit of angst bc penny hurts herself :( but reader and Eddie come to the rescue, pregnancy :), no use of ‘y/n’.

(Dad!eddie munson x mom!reader, and also pregnant!reader)

more pennyverse here :)

“Penny, I’m serious. Get down from there.”

His toddler pouted, plump lower lip stuck out as her eyebrows furrowed to convey her sadness at being scolded.

“But Daddy—.”

“No ‘buts’,” Eddie added, raising an eyebrow down at her, oh? You’re really not gonna listen?

Penny slumped under the look and let out a long whine.

Reluctantly, the flats of Penny’s feet met the ground as she carefully lowered her foot from the shelf of the bottom cabinets in the kitchen. With her lack of patience and growing curiosity, she’d recently begun to test whether or not she’d be able to use the drawers to climb her way up the counter and get whatever it is she wanted instead of waiting for either Eddie or you to get it for her. She was testing Eddie, too.

He hated having to scold her, she was such a reactive baby, she’d usually immediately get upset on her own once she’d realized she’d done something wrong, eyes always welling up with guilty tears. Lately, she’d taken to breaking the rules more often and while he could still tell she felt guilty, it was clear she’d continue until she'd get hurt.

Or worse.

You weren’t exactly in the state to discipline—usually, you were quite on top of making sure she couldn’t be a brat, time outs so Penny would be able to cool off without her feeling like you were smothering her and cuddles to talk out the reason why she did what she did and why she can’t do it again—but since you were in the nesting phase of your pregnancy, all Penny would get is a ‘Penny, we don’t do that’, which did absolutely nothing since Penny clearly liked to ‘do that’.

As soon as she began to sniffle intensely, fat tears already rolling down her round cheeks while she stared up at her dad with her hands clutched together, Eddie softened and sighed, crouching down to be closer to eye level with her so he could cup the side of her face in his hand, thumb stroking over the soft skin to wipe the wet trails away.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be sad, little bitty pretty one. You didn’t do anything wrong,” Yet. He’d caught her just before she could. “Daddy just doesn’t want you to get hurt. The counter isn’t safe for you to climb on and what do we say about climbing on things that aren’t safe?”

“I-I-I coo’ fall.” She stuttered out, sniffles continuing, less intense due to Eddie’s coddling.

“Mhm,” Eddie didn’t even like to think about her injuring herself.

He was all soft smiles and even softer brown eyes as he stared into her own, absolutely positive the love he had for the tiny little girl, who looked like the perfect combination of you and him, was unconditional and the source behind his strength. From the moment he first held her, Eddie knew he would do anything and everything to protect her, “I love you so much, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, sweet pea. Can I have a hug?”

Penny nodded frantically, reaching a closed fist up to rub at her other eye before she let out another whine and held her arms out wide, wrapping them around his shoulders as she buried her face in one of them.

“Luh you,” she cried, fisting the material of his hoodie. Eddie stood up after he’d gathered her in his arms, rubbing soothing circles on her back as he kissed her curly little head.

“It’s okay, sweet pea. I love you, too. Always.”

It took a few minutes but once Penny had calmed down, she sniffled and rubbed her snotty little nose off against his hoodie.

“What did you want, anyways?” His eyes scanned the small counter space for whatever it was that could have caught her attention.

“I want the ‘nana.” She pointed lazily in the direction of the bananas, displayed in a bowl. Taunting her.

Eddie used his free arm to rip one from the bunch, biting into the stem at the top of it to keep it still while he unpeeled it for her.

Her lack of patience was once more apparent when she couldn’t wait for him to unpeel the entire thing, reaching out and squishing the part of the fruit that was exposed, ripping it messily away from the rest of it so she could cram it into her mouth.

Eddie chuckled as he carried her out into the living room, plopping down onto the couch with her. Penny quickly devoured the fruit, fingers no doubt messy and sticky until she’d used his legs to climb down from the couch, wiping her stubby little hands on the material of his sweats as she went.

“Am I nothing but a human napkin to you?” He asked with a chuckle, Penny ignored him in favor of digging through her toy box.

“I’d say human furnace, too.” You answered as you returned from the bathroom, fully aware he hadn’t been speaking to you, you just couldn’t resist teasing him.

“Explains why you assault me with those icicles you call feet at night.” He offered you the other half of the banana Penny hadn’t eaten and you took it, only sparing the fucked up top of it a glance before shrugging and taking a bite.

“I can’t help my poor blood circulation, Edward. I can’t prove it right now, but I’m pretty sure it’s your fault.”

He laughed as you settled into the farthest cushion, tapping his thighs as a sign for you to settle your legs over them. You loved him so much.

“My fault? Do explain, babe, I gotta hear it.”

“Probably a side effect of this,” you placed a hand over your swollen belly. No current movement inside, your baby was probably sleeping in there, “Just like my high blood pressure.”

You were still bitter about that one, you’d had quite a few red flags with this pregnancy, had more doctor’s appointments scheduled than when you’d been pregnant with Penny.

“You had ice cubes for toes long before I put a baby in you.” He smirked, a hand reaching out to cover yours.

“You know what?”

He raised an eyebrow to challenge you, much like he did with Penny, what?

“You,” you pointed a finger in his direction, grinning, “be quiet.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed, it was your version of telling each other to shut the fuck up in the presence of your child. He was still chuckling as he scanned the room for his little girl, immediately tensing when he didn’t spot her.

“Penny?” He called out in alarm, triggering your own concern as you stood up in search of your daughter.

You heard the sound of a gasp followed by something breaking and your daughter’s loud cries. You both bolted over, greeted by the sight of your toddler lying on the ground next to the bananas and surrounded by shards of the ceramic bowl which had housed them.

You were pretty sure your heart stopped and Eddie went pale.

As Penny shrieked, face red, Eddie carefully lifted her from the ground and you immediately noticed the odd angle of her little hand as you assessed her for injuries.

“Eddie,” you inhaled a sharp breath and he clocked the same thing you did, “I’ll get the keys.”

You ran to the bedroom to retrieve a blanket for Penny and met Eddie at the door.

The car ride to the hospital was horrible. You held Penny in the backseat as she cried and cried, feeling absolutely useless and like a terrible mother for being unable to heal her on your own.

Penny had been seen right away, thanks to her young age and injury. Eddie had been a nervous wreck, pacing the waiting area for a good fifteen minutes before he stopped, stood still and then went to wrap his arms around you when he noticed how upset you were, beating yourself up for not having a closer eye on her.

“I’ve told her to not climb the counter, she knows it’s a rule!”

Eddie kissed your forehead, arms secure around you as you tried to bury yourself in his chest to hide from your failure. “I caught her doing it a couple of minutes before she fell, she’s a baby with a lack of impulse control, honey. That’s all. Better believe I won’t be letting her out of my sight after this.”

You’d wiped each other’s tears away and held each other until the doctor came back to take you to the room Penny was in, confirming what you had thought. She’d broken her wrist, most likely having tried to stop her fall with her hands. The doctor said it was the most common type of broken bone injury amongst toddlers she’d seen.

Much to your relief, Penny wasn’t hooked up to anything. She had a little hospital nightgown over her top half but her little overall bottoms were still visible and there was a little pink cast decorating the arm she’d injured. Penny looked miserable until the moment she saw you.

“MAMA!” She shrieked, and you were at her side in an instant, fingers stroking over her curls while Eddie spoke to the doctor.

“Are you okay, baby?” Of course she wasn’t okay, your baby was sporting a cast!

“I hurt my han’, mommy.” She sounded so sad when she said it, you just wanted to scoop her up and hold her forever.

“It’ll get better, I promise.” You swore, happy she still seemed to be preening under your attention. “Baby, why were you on the counter?”

She looked guilty and even more sad, you made sure to plant a couple of kisses on her face to keep her from crying again.

“For anotha ‘nana.”

“Why didn’t you ask me or daddy to get it for you?”

“‘’Cuz—uhm, cuz-cuz-cuz you gotta finish.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “Finish what?”

“Making your nes’ for my baby brudder.”

You were full on squinting, mom brain trying to decipher what the heck she was talking about and eventually it clicked.

Nesting.

Penny must have heard you talking about it, which didn’t surprise you since you weren’t as careful as you should be with what you said around her. It was still hard for you to come to terms with Penny having a bit more of a conscience now. While you knew she heard what you’d say (and repeat it like a parrot if it was a curse word) she didn’t understand what she was saying. Or, she hadn’t. Now, she was beginning to think about things and apparently worry.

She’d heard you, all in a tizzy about preparing the trailer for your new addition and she’d gotten worried about distracting you.

“Baby, you’re more important than my nest.” You assured her, though the worry still on her face didn’t go anywhere.

“But brudder─”

“But Penny,” you interrupted with a goofy voice, gently pinching and wiggling her nose to get her to break her serious demeanor. It worked, she giggled, little nose crinkling up, “Penny is just as important as brother. He’s not even here yet and you are still in my nest.”

You reached out to take her smaller hand in yours, thumb stroking over her tiny fingers. She was so little and breakable, it scared you to think about.

“You could have gotten really, really hurt climbing on the counter, baby. Then, mommy would have an empty nest and that would make me and daddy very sad, Penny.” You were positive neither of you would recover.

“Yeah.” Penny agreed, solemnly.

“So, whenever you need something, you have to come to me and daddy, okay?”

“Okay, mommy!” She nodded her head dramatically, “Luh you, mommy. Can I has a hug?”

“I love you, too, and you never have to ask,” She sat up on the bed, very mindful of her pink cast and wrapped her little uninjured arm around your shoulders as you pulled her to your chest. You let out an amused snort when your hand went to cradle the back of her head and found the curls there smashed flat from laying down.

“Oh, baby, that is some bad bedhead.”

“Yeah,” she said again, solemnly, but this time the seriousness of her voice and the topic made you laugh.

Eddie laughed, too, and the sound almost surprised you. You were so focused on your injured baby, you had forgotten he was watching you.

When you turned to look at him, he took that as his cue for his turn. Only, he’d already lectured her about the counters and figured she’d learned her lesson. He’d also, obviously, heard you talk to her about it so he went straight to drowning her with affection, pulling her right into his arms.

“My poor baby!” He cooed, pressing a kiss to her temple and nuzzling his face into her short curls.

“Yeah,” Penny agreed with a sigh that had you and Eddie exchanging glances as you bit your lips to keep from smiling.

Oh, she was gonna milk this broken wrist for all it was worth and you were both more than happy to indulge her and nurse her back to health.

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fuckmymunson · 2 years

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𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 - 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

♡ CW: brat tamer!Eddie, afab!reader, mean!Eddie ♡, masturbation, degradation, just smut, I don't even try to hide it any longer, I'm fucking horny on main. 18+.

♡ a/n: Horny on main, horny on main, I need Eddie to rearrange my guts with his big cock. I know it's not great but it's me being horny.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

The sound of the switch inside Eddie’s head was loud and clear. You could see the gears steaming and running inside his head, and the way he glares at you as if you were nothing more than something to entertain him crashes a wave of nerves all over you.

And as you see the bright bulb sparkling above his dark curls, his serious mask melts into a mischievous grin.

Bingo.

“Sweetheart.” He starts, sitting at the edge of your queen size bed. “I'm getting sick of this bratty attitude of yours.” He places a hand on your naked knee, smiling softly.

That smile is a bad omen, a prelude to what's about to happen, and all of the conclusions running through your head are anything but positive. There is a sense of pain, strictness, and unfairness to them.

He hooks a ring finger at the waistband of your panties, tugging the nude lace down unceremoniously.

“You were a damn tease, all day. You wore that minuscule skirt, swaying your hips, pouting those pretty lips at me, and don't even think I didn't notice how you deepthroated that rocket pop”. As Eddie continues listing your felonies, his middle finger finds your clit, circling it very slowly, barely applying any pressure. “You really think you would get away with all of those slutty crimes, uh sweetheart?”

The lack of reply makes him scoff, Eddie rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, as he delivers a tiny slap at your exposed cunt.

“Answer me, or else��” He lets the words linger in the air, leaving the consequences.

“I—” Your words melt into a pathetic whimper when he slaps your pussy again. “Yes! Sorry, I'm sorry, sorry!”

“I’m sorry!” He mocks you with another slap. “You know the rules, princess.”

He places his hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently and spreading your legs even further.

“Do you remember your safeword, princess?”

“Yes.”

Slap!

“Excuse me?”

“Yes, daddy! I'm sorry!”

“Good girl.” Eddie coos at you, pouting his lips. “Say it f’me, princess.”

“Cupid.”

“Good girl.” He repeats as he uses his fingers in a «V» shape, spreading your pretty cunt. “This is what’s gonna happen, darling— You will finger this gorgeous pussy, while I watch you. If I say stop, you stop. If I say faster, you go faster. I don't care what you want or need. This is for my sordid pleasure, not yours. You don't deserve it, for being an insufferable brat.”

You whine when he removes his hand from between your legs. Eddie removes his boots, parsimoniously, he takes an insane amount of time to untie his yellow shoelaces.

“What are you waiting for?” He says, harshly. “Are you that dumb? I gave you instructions, do you think I have all night?”

With a weak nod, you bite your lip as your soft fingers circle your clit. It feels like an eternity has passed when Eddie finally takes a proper seat at the other side of your bed, watching your movements. He cups his chin with the palm of his hand, feeling his aching cock inside his jeans.

Eddie loved to dominate every aspect of your sex life, from your movements to your volume. The way you were so willing to give him every ounce of trust made his heart flutter inside his tattooed chest.

“Faster, slut. If this is your definition of a show, it's a pretty boring one.”

Following his snarky commands, you rub your clit faster, faster, until your hips buckle with a tiny mewl from your lips.

“Good, so fucking good.” He whispers, biting his lip. “Go on, slide a finger inside that pretty pussy.”

You gasp when a ringed hand grabs your jaw, hard and demanding. His grip is bruising, and the way he digs his fingertips into your cheeks sends a wave of pleasure straight to your core.

“Fucking do it, bitch.” He growls against your lips. His hand releases your flustered cheeks only to slap them, making you moan in the process.

Two fingers dive in, and even though they are far slim and smaller than Eddie’s, the relief and friction are very much welcomed. The pace is quick, you curl your digits pressing the spongy spot above your warm walls, moaning his name.

“Stop.” He says. “I said stop!” He almost yells, wrapping his hand around your wrist and withdrawing your fingers from your pussy. Your hips rock forward, begging for that release. “Nuh-uh. Fucking do as told, or you won't cum for a week.”

“Sorry! S—Sorry!” You cry, pouting. “I'm so sorry Daddy.”

“Sure.” He replied sarcastically, still holding your wrist and bringing it up his mouth. Eddie’s tongue cleans your fingers, as he hums pleased at your taste. “So sweet, if you were a good girl I would be eating the fuck out of you.”

“But I am a good girl!” You squeal, which earns you a sharp slap. Your cheek stings and you take a mental note to definitely do that again.

“I didn't ask for your fucking opinion, didn't I?”

You shake your head, panting. He instructs you to continue, not before giving you a hungry, messy kiss, all teeth and tongue. When your fingers return to where you want them the most, the soft moan that escapes your plump lips draws a moan from his part. Eddie is trying so hard to remain calm, but you are making it so damn hard, and speaking of hard things…

Needy eyes fixate on his ringed hands, fumbling with his belt and the chains attached to it, the metalhead look truly came with a cost.

“Add another one.” His voice is barely a whisper, hot and bothered.

“Uh?” You murmur with lidded eyes, hardly understanding what he was saying. Your heartbeat pounded loudly against your eardrums.

He can’t take it any longer. The hazy look in your eyes, the tiny line of drool that runs down the corner of your lips, how your chest rises and how your hips thrust against your hand. He loves how needy you could get. But, this was a punishment after all.

“Add another finger.” He repeats, tugging his boxers with his thumb. His hard cock slaps against his stomach, smearing a bit of the precum all over himself. This time you hear him, sliding another digit inside you. The sound of him spitting into his palm, coating his cock with saliva, whines through your ears. The soaking clench of your pussy is music to his ears. Eddie hisses in relief as a large hand wraps around his dick. “Faster.” You do as told, moaning loudly. He fucks his fist, matching your pace, grunting your name and huffing.

“Fuck.” You cry. “Eddie, Eddie, p—please.” The palm of your hand rubs your clit as your fingers drill in and out your puffy cunt, it becomes too much, you want to cum, you need to cum. But you would never do it without permission. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Hold it.”

“I c—can’t”

“Fucking hold it.” With his free hand, he chokes you, forcing your head back, making you bounce gently on your pillows. “Fucking slut. You don’t deserve to cum.”

He continues degrading you, calling you a needy, pathetic thing. He forces your mouth open, spitting directly on your tongue, tapping your cheek in a silent command. A pleased hum erupts from his side as you swallow. If he had to describe you in one word, it would definitely be perfect. You are everything he ever wanted, you are beautiful, smart, and fucking hot… especially when you looked at him with those big, doe eyes, begging to cum, begging for any type of release, anything.

In fact, that is exactly how you were looking at him at the moment.

“Please, please.” The high-pitched tone makes his cock twitch. Eddie knew, that the moment you were begging, shaking, rambling, was when you were far gone, far away from sanity. “Please Daddy I—I promise I’ll be— fuck!” Holding the world-shattering orgasms that pushes your body to the edge is a superhuman task, he knows you are painfully close. He knows how badly you want to cum.

“Faster.”

“No, no, please.”

He laughs. He has the nerve to laugh. His mocking chuckles echo through your ears, the humiliation is heavy, but it’s also lustful. He mocks your voice, as he continues to jack off. “Look at you, just like a bitch in heat. Cum, cum for me, princess.”

And oh fuck you do.

Your whole body tenses, closing your eyes, you whine his name in a vicious prayer. Eddie sighs happily at the breathtaking sight. Your weak body collapses in your soft duvet, yelping in discomfort when he slides a finger across your oversensitive folds.

“You think this is over?” He asks, leaning down, pressing his tongue flat against your pussy, pretending to «clean» you. His tongue circles your puffy, swollen clit, forcing your legs open. “When I’m done with you, all you will be able to do will be scream my name.”

It was a promise.

“Until your whole indulged neighbourhood knows I’m the one who’s making you cum over and over.”

“Until you can’t close your legs.”

“Until you are completely, and utterly mine.”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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omggggg i’m gonna need more mafia!eddie with pregnant reader 😭😭😭 please i beg of you

I’ll do a little blurb bc I was inspired so enjoy :)

“Oh, Eddie, look at this.” You gasped, padding over to the small glass case.

Eddie and the boys (plus Max) had business in the city, which meant he was yours for the day. Taking you shopping, spoiling you for the remainder of the time. He’d taken you everywhere you wanted, insisting on starting off at Tiffany’s. You’d gotten emotional that your favorite ring was a little too snug now that you’d started to swell in every place, thanks to the pregnancy, so Eddie was adamant about getting you a replacement for the time being.

The small case contained a bear, a rattle, and other small, fine baby trinkets. You pressed your hands together, eyes watering at the sight of them. “Oh, isn’t that just precious?” Your lip wobbled. “They’re so tiny look!” The itty bitty baby bracelet, that looked like it might fit on Eddie’s thumb, was bringing on your own water works.

“That is.” Eddie hummed, rubbing your back soothingly. “Very cute.”

“Oh, it’s just so small. We’re going to have a baby that small.” You babbled, swiping at your eyes.

Eddie pulled you into his side, pressing a kiss sweetly into the side of your head. The baby hormones were in full swing, the tiniest things setting you off with emotion.

“Would you like to see any of the pieces, Mr. Munson?” The sales lady asked politely, white gloves already reaching for her keys.

“Just get one of each for us, Theresa.” Eddie waved to her flippantly.

“Would you like the rattle engraved?” Theresa asked, waving another sales assistant over to box up the items. “With a name or a message?”

“W-We don’t have a name yet.” You whimpered, lip wobbling in a different name now. A complete turn around from before.

Eddie sucked in a breath, the sales girl’s eyes widening in fear. “That’s ok!” Theresa blurted, urgently and a little nervous. “You can always bring it back when you have one, and we’ll engrave it for you. Complimentary of course.” She added.

Eddie nodded in approval, a dismissive jerk of his head as he crowded you gently. “See honey? We’ll bring the baby back and we could even get the date engraved too.”

You wiped your eyes, feeling a little silly, head still spinning with emotions way out of your own control. “Do you promise?”

“I swear, kitty. I’ll bring you back with the baby and you can get whatever you want engraved.” Eddie stroked your cheek sweetly, the pad of his thumb grazing over your cheek bone.

Sure enough, he was true to his word. Months later, you had your teeny tiny bundle of joy in your arms. Baby Bea with her little Tiffany bracelet on her chubby little arm, swaddled in blankets while you watched them engrave her month and date on the rattle.

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storiesbyrhi · 9 months

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TO BREAK A COVENANT Eddie Munson x Reader 8,877 words

Warnings: horror, body horror, blood, gore, horror genre imagery, nightmares, self-inflicted cutting injuries (not as a result of mental illness/distress though), angst, death, this is a sad story.

Synopsis: Eddie came back from the Upside Down, but it's not through with him yet. A short horror story that will hurt. It will bleed and feed and rip you apart.

Author’s Note: There was exposition I was going to write into the story, but I feel like it messed with the atmosphere. So, quick recap: Eddie lives, helps save the day, and is publicly exonerated. Vecna was vanquished; El closed the gate. Wayne is staying with a family friend since the trailer got rest in peace’d.

He was back from that place. Eddie had returned from the Upside Down, but barely. His breath was a death rattle. His skin pale and clammy. His blood on the wrong side of his skin. He was back from that place, but he was still closer to the afterlife than this one.

For two days he sweated through the thick canvas of the triage tent’s cloth cot. The stitches were hastily sewn, pulling his wounds together in ways that would guarantee painful scar tissue. Eddie’s body seemed to cope better without an IV of fluids and antibiotics. Doctors were too busy with the immense task of saving Hawkins to think twice. If the town freak didn’t want the help, so be it.

On day three you took him home. Well, not home. You took Eddie to Steve Harrington’s pool house. It had a bed and a bathroom and that was enough. King Steve wasn’t exactly a friend but he felt like safety. He’d been the one to drag Eddie out of hell. He’d been the one to sit down and try to explain everything to you, even if Dustin did a better job.

All night you held Eddie. He didn’t speak. His beautiful eyes didn’t sparkle. He’d stopped sweating, crying, shaking. You were terrified to fall asleep, the image of waking up to a cold and lifeless Eddie haunted you. Of course, you were exhausted, and the Sandman took you before midnight had struck.

In the morning, day four, Eddie was up before you.

“Baby,” you gasped, immediately crawling to where he was sitting with his back against the wall the bed was pushed up against. When you took his face in your hands his skin didn’t feel any warmer. His gaze focused on you though, and he smiled. “Hi,”

“Hi sweetheart,” he croaked.

You let out a deep breath and felt the sting of tears. “I thought-”

“Come ‘ere,” he interrupted.

You carefully got as close to him as possible without pressing against his wounds. Eddie’s hands settled on your hips and pulled you closer. His legs were stretched out in front of him and you were straddling his thighs.

“This doesn’t hurt?”

“Doesn’t hurt,” he mumbled. He was lying, but not in the way you suspected. It wasn’t the bites and stitches. It was something deeper. It was bad. Not poison bad. No infection bad. Something else. Something otherworldly. Something Eddie was desperately trying to ignore. And you, you were his perfect distraction.

“I love you,” you told him.

“I love you too,” Eddie whispered.

The food he tried to eat came back up. He couldn’t warm up, no matter how many blankets you piled on top of him. And, he was cagey about letting you help change the dressings on his injuries. Eddie went into the bathroom alone, returning after too long, looking pathologically dismayed.

However, each day was a fresh covenant. With who, you didn’t know. A god or the capital-G God. A teenage superhero named Eleven. Some other force. Whoever. Whatever. Each day was a promise to them that you would look after Eddie and love him harder than you ever had before.

As dawn broke on day five, the sound of a crow’s lonely caw woke you. Loud. Shrill. Reverberating through you. You sat up and tried to see through the room. When your eyes couldn’t focus, you realised it wasn’t darkness blinding you, but a silent snowfall of dark particles. Itty bitty flecks of dust and evil.

“No, no, no!” You scrambled around in the bed, searching for Eddie with your hands. The sheets were cold and you were alone. “Eddie?!” The silence hurt your ears as if it was blocking them through physical force. “EDDIE?!”

Stepping out the bed, your feet found a sticky, wet floor. Like it was quicksand, it pulled you down as you tried to move. “EDDIE?!” you cried out.

You got to the door of the pool house, hands shaking as you struggled with the lock. Ripping the door open, you propelled your weight forward, only to hit what felt like a wall. “Eddie!” Throwing your arms around him, you immediately felt his stillness. You let go and looked at him. Suddenly, you weren’t sure it was Eddie.

The whites of his eyes were completely gone. Somehow though, you knew the blackness was watching you. His nose was bleeding. Then, the noise.

It came from somewhere deep in him. A crackling groan. Low, pained. Muffled at first, until Eddie’s lips peeled apart and the sound found air. Wider and wider. Louder and louder. Eddie’s mouth split, a Dahlia grin amplifying the groan until it was all you could hear.

You tried to move but the quicksand floor glued you in place. Instead, you sobbed. When you felt hands wrap around you from behind, you screamed.

“Hey! Hey, hey! Sweetheart. Babe. Stop, stop. It’s me!” Eddie was shaking you from your sleep, his arms around you. “It’s a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Come ‘ere.”

You were heaving, the fear still coursing through your veins. Tears rolled down your face and you frantically looked around the room.

“Just a nightmare,” Eddie repeated.

The relief hit you all at once and you choked on it, coughing and letting Eddie hold you. He rocked you gently, kissing the top of your head. “S’okay. I got you.”

It took all day to shake the nightmare. You kept checking your toes weren’t sinking into the floor and the air for soot.

“It’s done,” Eddie reminded you again and again. “We’re safe.”

When night came and Eddie had gone another day without eating, you began to understand it wasn’t the threat of Vecna or the Upside Down that was unnerving you. It was Eddie. No food. Hardly any water. Long showers. Easy movement. His recovery was swift and miraculous and entirely unsettling.

You told yourself you should be grateful. This is what you had begged for. Prayed for. What you would have sold your soul for. Eddie, back in your arms, alive. The image of the black eyes from your nightmare wouldn’t leave your mind though. Nor, the sound.

If you dreamt that night, it was forgotten as soon as you woke up.

For three long seconds, you thought he was dead. Eddie’s face was void of emotion; his head lax on the pillow. Then he blinked slowly and his eyebrows pulled together in a miserable expression.

“Eddie?” you whispered. It was still early. Dark. Your body was heavy with sleep. “What’s…?”

He looked like he was going to cry. “Something’s wrong.” His voice matched your whisper.

You reached out and cupped his cheek in your palm. He was still so cold.

Eddie hated the look on your face. One part love, one part pity. That’s how he saw it. He loved you more than he’d loved anything in his entire life. More than music. Art. Books. He didn’t give himself the hypothetical ultimatum, but if he had to choose between you or Wayne, he’d choose you. So, telling you the truth was agony. “I need you to go,”

“Go where?” you asked innocently.

“Away. From me. Now.”

Confusion had always looked too cute on you.

You were trying to process the instructions but quite simply, couldn’t. When your head began to shake, Eddie swallowed. His throat was sandpaper dry.

“Something bad is happening to me. You gotta go. Go in the house, get Steve. ‘Kay? Tell him somethin’ is happening,”

“Eddie, wait, what do you mean? Slow down for a sec and talk to me.”

You went to get closer to him, but he had a tight grip on your wrist. It wasn’t suddenly. It was instantly. He moved faster than light.

“I… I don’t… think you’re safe,” Eddie warned through gritted teeth. He needed you to be smarter than this. He needed you to put it all together so he didn’t have to spell it out.

“Safe? From what? Ed-”

“I can smell your blood.”

Your breath caught and held. Eddie’s brown eyes seemed impossibly dark. Yours glimmered with dread. Still, to break a covenant was to curse yourself. You wouldn’t abandon him. He knew that.

“I can’t eat. Can’t drink. Hardly sleep… Sleepin’ less each day.” Eddie’s voice was shaky. His words calculated and concise. “I’m stronger than I should be,”

“Maybe we should go to a hospital and-”

“Look.” He lifted his shirt. His wounds were healed. The scars looked decades old and not nearly as terrible as they medically should have been.

When your eyes flicked back up to his face you realised how tense Eddie was holding himself. He was holding himself back.

“I’m… I’m so thirsty… Feels like… Like I’m fuckin’ turning to dust from the inside out… And I- I can smell your blood. Like… breakfast in fucking bed.”

You blinked hard. The imagery was unnecessary. Evil. But Eddie, your Eddie, wouldn’t hurt you. He couldn’t. He’d die before he could.

Unless, of course, he already had.

“Eddie, you’re not turning into a v-”

“Baby, I know how it sounds,” he growled.

No, no, no. Stupid. This is… Stupid.

It was a fair enough thing to tell yourself. It may have been stupid but… it was also Hawkins. Storybooks had been coming to life annually since 1953.

“Let me help,”

“No. Go,”

“What if-”

“Go!”

Eddie had never yelled at you before. It echoed in your heart and sent you tumbling out of bed and skittering along the floor. At the door, you stood halfway in and out of the pool house, looking back at Eddie. The smallest of nods from him and you were running.

Steve’s parents weren’t home. They had evacuated Hawkins when Vecna opened the ground up. Nobody commented on that to Steve. You made it through to the kitchen before stopping. What would Steve do?

Presumably, call the others. The Party. And, what could they do? Would they try to treat Eddie? Could that make it worse? What if Eleven was still being watched? What if the government, or whoever, learned about Eddie? What if they took him from you? Experimented on him? Hurt him?

Before you had time to second guess your decision, you were pulling a coffee mug from the cupboard and holding your arm over it. The knife in your hand was clean. Shiny. Reflective.

Stupid.

The cut hurt more than you expected, but you reminded yourself of what Eddie had been through. The blood dripped out slowly from your inner forearm, just below the elbow. You tried to angle your arm best you could, opening and closing your fist to pump the blood better.

You felt him.

Behind you.

Eddie had smelt your blood from where he was clinging to the last of his self-control. His six days of pretending this wasn’t happening forgotten. He’d followed the scent, the doors you had flew through on your way in left open.

He pressed his chest into your back. It was almost familiar, save for the lack of his warm arms embracing you and his chin resting on your shoulder. No, ‘Hi there, sweetheart,’ or ‘How’s my baby doing?’

You refused to let yourself be scared.

Eddie could smell that in you too.

The blood continued to fill the cup. A shot glass’ worth. Then two. Three. Then, a coffee mug warm and ready.

“Let me look after you,” you whispered.

Eddie’s hand appeared next to you as he slowly reached around and took the mug from the kitchen bench. When the weight of him pressed to you lessened, you turned to face him.

All his edges looked blurry, like he was in a perpetual state of vibration. His shoulders were hunched in and his head hung. Eddie had the mug held between his hands. You noticed, for the first time, that his fingernails had changed. They used to be thin, short, and bitten. Now, they were almost an inch long, pointed but not sharp. As if starving for a week had upped the keratin production in his body, all his nails were grossly thick.

“Drink it.”

That was it. Something snapped in him and he poured your blood straight down his throat. You watched as he tried to lick the mug clean, then use his fingers to get every last drop.

When he looked at you, you saw the change. The golden brown was gone from his eyes, replaced with black rimmed in red. His muscles stretched out, unknotting, and feeling brand new. Eddie stood tall, the neutral expression on his face only lasting for a brief moment before he frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

Panic, maybe. Or was it fear you were reading in his features? Or pain?

Eddie coughed, his hands at his mouth out of human habit. Something had been coughed out though. Blood. You thought it was yours, coming back up, but then he coughed again, sending more splattering onto the kitchen floor.

You looked down and saw that the red was dotted with white. Morbid curiosity had you immediately drop to your knees to inspect. If it came from Eddie, it didn’t really revolt you. As soon as you picked a white dot up you knew what it was. You looked back up at Eddie as he continued to cough, more blood and teeth spilling from his mouth.

You stood up at the same time noise from upstairs froze you and Eddie in place.

“Fuck. Fuck. Go back to the pool house. I’ll clean this. Go!”

In the blink of an eye, Eddie was gone and you were pocketing his blood wet teeth. Moving frantically, you grabbed anything with the ability to absorb and mopped up the gore. You heard Steve on the stairs as you threw the tea towels, oven mitts, dishcloths, and paper towel out the door, just out of view.

“Hey,” Steve greeted. He was in sweatpants and nothing else, serving as a point of comparison to Eddie.

Where Eddie was ghost white, Steve was tanned warmth. Where Eddie was healed angry scars, Steve was bandaged and bleeding. Where Eddie was in need of saving, Steve was human resilience, turning on the coffee machine and yawning.

“How’s he today?”

“Still sleeping,” you lied too quickly.

Steve didn’t know you well enough to gauge if you were being weird. And, if he thought you were, that was probably just your personality. It made sense to him that Eddie’s girlfriend would be, at least, a little bit freaky.

“Did you need something? Thought I’d do some laundry today if you guys wanna change sheets or whatever,”

“Oh, um, yeah. I mean, no. No, it’s okay. I can do it. You’re already doing more than enough.”

Steve snorted. “I’m really not… I kind of owe him, you know? We all do. Says he’s not a hero, but…” Steve shrugged. “Whatever.”

You watched Steve brew a weirdly specific cup of coffee. Almost scientific in his precision, he mixed half and half with an extra dash of cream into the coffee, then one heaped teaspoon of white sugar. He was not done. Half a teaspoon of brown sugar was added last. He seemed very pleased with himself.

“That’s just… milk and sugar,” you observed.

Steve looked into his mug in an eerily similar way to how Eddie had minutes before. “Yeah… So, ah, you good? Don’t need anything?”

Shaking your head, you offered a small smile. Your arms were folded tightly across your chest, simultaneously applying pressure to the cut and concealing its existence from Steve.

“Okay… Well, I’m gonna pick up Robin in a couple hours and head over to the school. So, if you need me to grab anything while we’re out, let me know.”

You nodded. He was vaguely suspicious, but ultimately none the wiser, retreating upstairs into his bedroom.

Working quickly, you put anything blood stained into a garbage bag and walked it out to the bins. The kitchen was wiped down and you made yourself a cup of tea. Your stomach flipped when you took a sip. You poured the rest down the sink before making your way back to the pool house.

Following the trail of blood and teeth, you found Eddie curled up behind the Harrington Pool Bar. He had his hands clamped over his mouth.

“Eddie,” you said gently and you knelt in front of him, placing your hands on his knees.

He looked at you. The brown would never return to his eyes, but for now, the red was gone too. Whatever was happening to him was happening fast. You’d counted the teeth in your pocket and the ones on the pool house floor. There were enough to know there were none left in his mouth.

“Are you still bleeding? Let me see,” you asked.

It didn’t matter if he was, you certainly were still bleeding. Eddie’s gaze flicked to your arm, to where the cut was crusting over but still weeping. You understood.

“Okay. Let me just-” And you got up and left him. In the bathroom you rinsed your arm and bandaged it excessively. You pulled a hoodie on before returning to Eddie.

With his hands still obscuring his mouth, Eddie spoke. “New… ones…” His voice was different. It reminded you of the time he dressed up as an orc for Halloween, wearing a set of plastic teeth that made his speech hard to understand.

There were no tears forming in Eddie’s eyes, yet his energy was undoubtedly one of sorrow. He made a whining sound and shook his head as you took his wrists to try to move his hands from his face.

“Eddie. Eddie, look at me… I will love you no matter what, okay? I love you.” You leaned forward and kissed his forehead in benediction.

Eddie’s hands dropped into his lap and his jaw unclenched. He opened his mouth just enough for you to see his new teeth. Perfect, sharp, and deadly. Designed to pierce flesh. They weren’t like anything you’d seen before. They had the uniformity of a shark. The impressive canines of a wolf. But the layout stayed consistent with a human, no gaps between each tooth.

Undeniably monstrous, but not repulsive. At least, not to you.

You kissed Eddie’s forehead again, then the tip of his nose, then his mouth. “We can do this. You’ll be okay… I’ve got you,”

“You gotta go,”

“Eddie, I already-”

“The thirst. It’s… It’s all I can think about. I don’t wanna hurt you,”

“You won’t. We’re going to figure it out. Figure out how much blood you need to survive,”

“Feels like I’m dying,” he whispered.

“Okay, so you need more. Here.”

You had only unwrapped a single layer of the bandage before Eddie struck.

On his knees and elbows, with your arm held in a vice grip, Eddie was drinking from your cut. His mouth was suctioned to your skin, the tips of his teeth pressing in enough to bruise but not puncture. Eyes screwed shut and noise drowned out by the loud beat of your heart, Eddie was lost for a moment.

You had been pushed flat to the ground, so remained there while you sorted through the sensation. The cut stung a little but otherwise, it didn’t hurt to have him latched onto you like a leech. There was no point in lying to yourself about the fear. You were terrified but the love outweighed the terror. And, there was a covenant to uphold.

Slowly, you brought yourself up into a sitting position. Eddie bristled at your touch, so you dropped your free arm in your lap and waited. When you felt woozy, you spoke again. “Eddie, you have to stop now.” You didn’t think asking politely would actually work, but you would be amiss not to at least try.

With your back to Harrington Pool Bar, you raised a leg and kicked Eddie in the side of his ribcage with as much speed and force as you could muster. It wouldn’t have been enough to knock him from you, but the speed caught him by surprise and he let go of you.

You snatched your arm back and held it close to your chest. “Eddie!”

He licked the last of your blood from his lips. The red was back in his eyes. A small rumble of a growl escaped from deep within him.

“It’s me.”

You held eye contact until Eddie nodded, pursing his lips together.

“You shouldn’t have done that,”

“I didn’t know how to make you stop,”

“No. Not the kick. You shouldn’t have let me… do… that.”

The morning sunshine was beginning to peek over the neighbor’s fence. As Eddie shifted on the spot, his hand landed in a patch of light. He looked down at it.

“Does it burn?” you asked.

“No, but it… I don’t know. Pins and needles.” He moved his hand then stood. Eddie looked down at you, holding a hand to your cut and losing the battle of trying to look composed. “I… I can’t help you up,” he said in a pained voice. Normal Eddie would have offered a hand and pulled you up. He would have hugged you close to him and spun you around. “I can’t… touch you,” Eddie tried to explain.

Getting to your feet was easy but lonely. “I’ll go clean up.”

you ran the cut under the bathroom tap for a while then re-bandaged it. You had to lean against the basin, your sense of balance still a little thrown.

When you emerged, Eddie had closed all the curtains of the pool house and returned to bed. His black eyes watched you walk over and get into bed with him. He shook his head again.

“I mean it. You need to go. The others will figure out what to do.”

If you hadn’t been there watching the change happen, you would have been shocked at the thing in the bed opposite you. The others… You would have to convince them he was Eddie, and not a monster wearing his skin.

“I’m scared to leave you again,” you told him. Glistening tears welled up in your eyes. You both felt it, the lack of action. Normal Eddie would have you in his arms by now. “Can I come closer?”

Your small squeaky voice broke Eddie’s heart. He gave in and made room for you. You burrowed in, head pressed into his chest, arms curled between you and him. It was cold but at the very least, he still smelt like himself.

“One more day, okay? That’s if nothing else changes.”

It wasn’t a negotiation, so you accepted his offer with a nod of the head.

All day you stayed in bed. No music. No television. No conversation. You hardly moved at all. Eddie held you all the way up to dusk.

“You need to eat,” he said. He’d not felt hunger pains himself, so he’d almost forgotten about food entirely. But he could hear the houses around him settling in for the night. Dinners being prepared and families reuniting. Eddie could hear entire conversations as though they were playing out in the pool house.

“I will,” you mumbled into him.

Eddie let you stay until he heard Steve’s car. “Steve’s home. Robin’s here too,” he said. “They’ve got burgers. You need to go out there, so they don’t come in here,"

"How do you know all that?"

"I can hear... uh, everything... Go eat."

The threat of other people being involved in… whatever this was… was enough to get you unfurling your body from his. You told him you loved him and that you would be back, and Eddie told you what you needed to hear.

He tracked your footsteps around the pool and into the house. Through the kitchen and into the lounge room. You sat next to Robin and lied about Eddie. You told them he was asleep and that you’d take his food to him later. A videotape was produced and the movie began.

Without you right next to him, Eddie felt slightly more peaceful. His mind let him think of things other than how satisfying it would feel to drink you dry. The peace was short lived when Eddie tried to scratch his back. At first, he thought it was an itch, then he shot up when it felt more like something moving in the bed. There was nothing there that he could see, but then he felt the tickling again.

He was at the bathroom mirror, relieved to see himself there. He turned around to inspect his back. “What the fuck?!” under his breath and a string of no no no in his mind. Next to each shoulder blade were deep, dark bruises. But not bruises, because bruises aren’t meant to move.

Eddie watched in horror as from the center of each black patch, a bump grew into a mound as big as his shoulder blades. From the mounds, something was trying to break free. Eddie could feel the pressure, like a pimple that needed to be popped or a rotten limb that needed to be severed. Whatever they were, they couldn’t free themselves from his back.

He started to mutter and haphazardly look through the bathroom cabinet for something to help. At first, it was painkillers, but then it was a blade. “Fuckin… Come on, come on… Please… Jesus fucking… Christ.” He sped through the pool house until he found a small paring knife in the bar.

In the bathroom, Eddie positioned himself with his back to the mirror and did his best to look over his shoulder. He tried to hold the knife steady, but there was no way for him to achieve his goal safely or precisely. He dropped the knife in the sink and crouched on the floor, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Eddie tuned in to you. The sound of you hungrily eating, laughing at Robin’s jokes despite the guilt it made you feel. He listened to you tell Steve to continue to keep Dustin and the other kids away, for now. “He doesn’t want them to see him like this, you know?” you explained.

Eddie blindly reached for the knife, grasping it, and bringing it to the floor with him. He took a deep breath, registered that he hadn’t been breathing in days, swallowed the thought, then began to slash at his back as deeply as he could.

His cold blood followed his spine down his back and formed a puddle. The pain was so white hot that if he still possessed the ability to, Eddie would have thrown up. He was so close though, he could feel it. A few more slashes and he’d done it. The pressure was gone and something slipped from him.

Eddie quickly stood up, holding the sink to not slip in all the blood. He turned and looked at the wreckage. He had to focus hard, almost squint, to make them out. At first, they looked like bones protruding from him. Then, they flexed and uncurled. Eddie let out a laugh. They were the most pathetic set of wings he’d ever seen.

Eddie’s head hung over the sink. He closed his eyes and tried the breathing thing again. While he could inhale, fill his lungs, and exhale, Eddie found he didn’t need to. A thought crossed his mind and he had no self-control left to offer rationality.

He filled the sink with water and plunged his face into it. For a while, he just stayed there, silently holding his breath underwater. Then, he purposefully breathed in. He could do it. Breathing water was like breathing thick, sticky air. It wasn’t a pleasant sensation, but it didn’t hurt and it certainly didn’t kill him.

“Well, fuck,” he said amused as he stood straight, shaking the water from his face and hair like a dog. He looked up at his reflection again and froze.

The wings had grown. He could see the tips of them, whereas before they were as small as a common brown bat’s. At least he didn’t feel them grow. Little mercies, Eddie thought.

The back door of the house slammed shut. There was not even close to enough time to do anything about the murder scene of a bathroom. Eddie just waited, ready to calm you.

You appeared at the threshold of the bathroom, your eyes wide and mouth agape. Eddie listened to your breathing fasten. You looked him up and down, searching for injury, before your gaze settled just beyond him. He figured you could see the wings.

“I had to… cut… them free,” he said, not sure what the exact words were for a process he’d just discovered. “I felt something. Under my skin. There were these, ah, these lumps. They moved and…” Eddie ran out of words, both the exact and inexact.

“Show me.”

Deep down, Eddie thought this might be the thing to send you screaming out the door. Instead, you took a step closer, your bare feet touching the red puddle. Eddie tried to move to you and turn, but his wings got stuck. He looked over at the mirror.

Again, the wings had grown. They still resembled bat wings, but sharper and sicker looking, and bigger. A lot bigger. If he stretched them out, they’d reach longer than his arms by a couple feet at least.

“Come out here,” you said softly, taking Eddie’s hands and pulling him out into the main space of the pool room. Bloody footprints were left in your wake.

Eddie stood on the spot as you circled him. You looked closely at where the wings sprouted from his skin. There were no open wounds or signs that Eddie’s knife had assisted at all. Besides the telltale blood, it would have been like the wings had always been there.

“Can you… control them? Like, move them?”

“I… I don’t know.” Eddie spread his wings, unfolding them with ease. “Yeah… It’s like… another set of arms…” He brought them back in, let them settle as small as possible behind him.

“Okay,” you said.

“Okay,” Eddie echoed.

When you tried to clean the mess, Eddie wouldn’t let you. He could move so quickly that all the blood was gone in literally a blink. He’d washed it off himself too, clean sweatpants on. Then, he stood at the end of the bed. You had gotten in, curled up with a pillow hugged tightly to your chest.

“Maybe… Maybe we go tell them now. While Robin’s here,”

“What?!” you demanded, sitting up. “You said one more night! You promised!”

“Technically, I said ‘day’ and-”

“Eddie! You promised!” You could feel how severe the frown on your face was. Eddie’s face read as surprised. “What?”

“Nothing. I just… I didn’t think you’d want to… You know…”

You watched to scream at him. You wanted to be bitchy and ask what part of ‘I love you’ was he not understanding? You wanted to tell him that if the roles were reversed, he’d have no problems loving you as you fell to pieces only to reform as a monster.

“Get in the bed, Eddie.”

Eddie smiled, wide and happy. It was a very Eddie smile, despite the teeth. He climbed over to you and laid on his stomach, angled back a little. He watched you reach out and touch his wings with tentative hands.

“Almost tickles,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, just on that part… The bone part feels like if you were touchin’ my arm or something, I guess.”

You nodded and kept exploring. You wedged his mouth open to inspect his teeth. You held his hand and tried to guess if your nail file would be strong enough to declaw him.

“Do you still want to eat me?” you asked suddenly, looking up at him with doe eyes.

The hesitation told you the answer, but you were glad when Eddie told the truth anyway. “Yes. But… It’s not as… urgent now,”

“Maybe we can deal with this. We could move somewhere far away. Out in the woods. Grow our own food for me. And you can hunt animals or something. Do you think animal blood would be okay?”

Eddie smiled sadly. “I don’t know, sweetheart. Worth a shot.”

Like the rest of him, Eddie’s wings were icy, but when you were cocooned in them, all wrapped up, your body temperature warmed you both. You fell asleep, still exhausted and emotionally wrecked. At some point during the night, it occurred to Eddie that he didn’t feel tired. It wasn’t that he was too anxious or wired to sleep. The need for it was entirely gone. He knew, somehow, that he’d never sleep again.

Seven days. Seven days had passed in a blur of blood and fear and devotion.

Eddie watched you mumble in your sleep. You were having another nightmare. He wanted to wake you up but Wayne used to say nightmares were where you battled your demons. Eddie hoped it wasn’t him you were up against.

When you woke, sweat sticking hair to the base of your neck, you looked more tired than when you went to bed. There were shadows under your eyes and you drank the pool house out of water, finding three water bottles to drain.

“I’m gonna go in and fill these up,” you said.

As soon as you were gone, Eddie was back in front of the mirror. He looked at his torso at the strange red line that had bloomed overnight. It was just below his belly button and about a 3 Musketeers bar long. Not exactly scar-like, more as if someone draw a perfectly straight line in red marker on him a couple of days earlier, and it hadn’t quite faded. For as long as it didn’t hurt, Eddie was going to ignore it.

“Robin slept over last night,”

“Yeah. I heard,” Eddie replied, coming out of the bathroom to sit on the bed.

You put your bottles of water on the bar and sat down next to him. “Well, I was thinking maybe we just start with them. Telling them, I mean. I don’t think everyone needs to know… At least not straight away,”

“Yeah, I guess… Guess that’s smart. No need to traumatise everyone all at once.”

You rolled your head to look at him, chin on his shoulder. He was still your Eddie. You sighed and stood up, pulling him with you.

“It’s going to be okay,” you said for what felt like the hundredth time.

Eddie nodded but his heart wasn’t in it. He held your hands and pressed his forehead to yours, forming a steeple of your bodies. “I love you,”

“I love you too.”

It was time.

When you left Eddie and went back into the house, Robin and Steve were in the kitchen fighting over the last of the half and half.

“You don’t understand, I can’t just use milk and cream!”

“It’s exactly what you can use because that’s exactly what half and half is, Steve!” You liked how Robin pronounced his name with the additional letter Es in the middle. “Tell him,” she ordered at you, pointing at Steve.

“I don’t want to be involved in… whatever this is,”

“Why can’t you just have tea? You have tea sometimes. Today can be a tea day. Plenty of tea!”

As tempting as it was to let them fight it out, you no longer felt that time was on Eddie’s side. You picked up a butter knife and glass from the drying rack and tapped out a sound to get their attention. When both their heads turned to you, twin confused expressions on their faces, you awkwardly put the knife and glass down.

“Do you… have an announcement?” Robin asked.

Steve nudged her with his elbow. He had felt this coming. There was something wrong about how you and Eddie had been holed up in the pool house for a week. You’d taken hardly any food but produced a weird amount of trash. He braced himself for whatever you were going to say.

“Something’s wrong with Eddie,” you told them quietly.

Robin imagined sadness. She had the images of Eddie in the Upside Down. His wounds. His pain. She imagined him hurting and scared and ostracised by the town. She imagined you meant he wasn’t eating and was disappearing into himself.

Steve imagined disease. Demobat bites getting infected. Something bad from the Upside Down in Eddie’s blood. No cure. No relief. A death sentence.

“What do you mean?” Steve asked.

“Whatever happened to him… is changing him…” You could hear your voice and were annoyed. Too vague. Too spacey. You hated when a film’s protagonists finally got to explain everything, only to fuck it all up. You were fucking it all up.

“Changing how?” Robin prompted.

“He’s a vampire,” you spat out.

Robin almost laughed. She narrowed her eyes at you, then looked to Steve, then back at you. “What?”

“Didn’t we think Vecna was a vampire before we-” Steve tried.

“No. Nobody thought that,” Robin clarified.

“But the bats-”

“They weren’t actually bats though. We just kind of call them that because they looked like Earth bats but they were actually some other thing entirely…”

Steve rubbed the bridge of his nose and Robin turned back to you. Before she could ask, you offered the information.

“All his teeth fell out and he got new super sharp ones straight away. His fingernails are claws. His eyes aren’t the same. He can’t eat or drink anything except blood. And he has wings.”

She couldn’t help it. Robin laughed. Steve could tell it was one of her nervous laughs; the kind of laugh designed to fill in the silence left by shock or confusion or some other uncomfortable experience she was desperately trying to avoid.

“This can’t be happening,” Robin said, walking from the room only to turn around and walk immediately back in. She opened and closed the refrigerator then squatted on the ground, holding her head.

“Is he dangerous?” Steve asked. Where’s my nail bat?

“Um… No. I mean, I don’t know. Probably. Not right now,”

“What does that mean?”

You’d not expected to be understood, but you had settled on the expectation of kindness. Instead, you felt interrogated and judged. “He keeps changing. More things keep changing. The wings only happened yesterday. And he hasn’t hurt me at all. But… We don’t know… We don’t know what happening to him.”

Steve was hard to gauge. He looked almost… annoyed… Annoyed but at something low stakes. It was like you’d told him you forgot to pick up milk and now he can’t have cereal. Or all his good underwear were in the wash.

“Look, I’m just gonna ask, because we don’t know each other very well. And Eddie is new to all this stuff. I just… You’re not fucking with us, right?” He knew you weren’t. He knew before he asked and he knew as soon as he did and you looked like a kicked puppy. But he was floundering and imagining Eddie latched onto your neck like in all the horror movies he rented out.

“We need to call Nancy!” Robin declared, standing and reaching out for the phone attached to the kitchen wall.

Steve grabbed it from her hands. “No! No, no, we can… We can handle this. It’s fine… Didn’t need Nancy to handle the Russians, did we? We can do this. Scoops Troupe, you know?”

“I think Dustin and Erica would argue they are also part of Scoops Troupe,”

“Fuck. Okay. Stobin, then, right?”

That got her. She nodded at him and he nodded at her. They turned to you in unison.

“Show us.”

Their levity was reassuring. It didn’t wane when they followed you into the pool house. You sat on the sidelines as Steve and Robin were introduced to the new Eddie. They looked worried, but they snapped into their problem solving monster hunting roles quickly.

Eddie wasn’t so convinced, but he remembered how he felt when they found him in Rick’s boat shed. He wasn’t convinced then either. Yet, they had come back for him with Honeycomb and hope. They looked after him. They kept him as safe as they could. It was because of them that he survived and was exonerated. He had to trust them, even if their pulses were racing and they smelt like fear.

It was mid-morning when Steve and Robin got in the car to go find Nancy and Jonathan. From there, they would make a decision about who else needed to be involved. Eddie didn’t like the idea, but Hopper’s name was floated as a possibility.

When he couldn’t hear the car anymore, Eddie looked over at you.

“They’re a lot,” you said.

“Yeah… Buckley’s pretty much what I thought, but Steve’s…”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Way less of an asshole than he used to be,”

“Way less.”

You smiled and walked to Eddie. “How do you feel?” you asked him.

His head tilted to the side. “Weeeeeellllllll, I don’t feel anything moving abnormally in me…”

“So, maybe that’s it for the changes?” you dared to say out loud.

Eddie nodded, looking down at his body. The red line was longer, reaching hip bone to hip bone. He bit his tongue and moved to the bed. “What do we do while we wait?” he asked. He’d adapted to his new teeth well; his voice was almost entirely his own again.

“You sound like you have something in mind,” you replied as you followed him under the covers. You reached out to manually wrap a wing around you. “I think I like these,” you confessed.

“Kinda metal?”

“Very metal…”

You missed his brown eyes, but he was still beautiful in a Lovecraftian sort of way. “I want to kiss you,” you told him. “Do you think-”

“No. Can’t risk it,” he stated.

“What if you keep your mouth closed, like before?”

Eddie was known to be insanely stubborn, but equally known to give in to you. He crumbled like a house of cards.

You pressed your lips against his, let your noses bump together. One hand held his face and the other threaded through his hair. For a moment you could pretend everything was normal.

The morning slipped by thanks to channel surfing and the tiny piece of solace brought by the knowledge Hawkins’ best Demogorgon-fighting makeshift-weapon-wielding motley crew were coming to the rescue.

After your lunch of mac and cheese and Eddie’s of half a glass of your blood, the phone rang. Eddie was inside the house before you could stand. You ran to catch up.

“Let me talk to them,” you demanded, coming into the kitchen and holding out your hand.

Steve was mid-update when you took over. “Steve, start again. Please.”

He huffed but obeyed. “Nancy and Jonathan said we need to call in the big guns,”

“Hopper?”

“Yeah. And Joyce. She’s smart. They’re going to get them and bring them over,”

“Okay… Where are you now? What are you doing?”

Steve hesitated. “Uh, well, after the girls-”

You and Eddie both heard Robin snort at the phrase ‘the girls,’ like she, Nancy, and Joyce could so easily be put into the same category.

“-the smartest person we know is Henderson,”

“No! Come on, man!” Eddie yelled.

“He’s the one that always knows about… you know… Vampires and hive minds and shit. It would be dumb to not include him, right?”

Eddie looked pissed. He loved Dustin. Adored the kid. But he was just that – a kid. You, on the other hand, would sacrifice what was left of Dustin’s innocence if it meant saving Eddie.

“Okay,” you answered.

“Alright.” Steve sounded relieved there was no fight. “How’s everything there? No new… body parts?”

You looked at Eddie, who shook his head. The line was still growing longer, but Eddie had hiked his sweatpants up a little higher to hide it. You’d not spied anything different.

“So, more waiting,” Eddie concluded when you hung the phone up.

“Yeah. But, it's good news, right? He didn't sound freaked out. We’re going to figure it out.”

Eddie walked at a human pace back to the pool house with you. He wondered how you weren’t getting cabin fever. A week in the tiny room and you didn’t show any signs of needing a change of scenery. Inside, he watched you go through the stack of VHS tapes next to the television, looking for something worthwhile.

The bed was beginning to feel more like a nest, curving around him like home. He was glad to be back there. Eddie was thinking about pillows when he felt the ache in his gut. It was just a mild sort of cramping feeling and he mistook it for anxiety or anticipation.

Gremlins played on the screen, your comfort movie, and you got into bed with Eddie. He let you close, let your warmth take some of the chill he felt. The aching got worse and spread to his lower back. He wasn’t sure if painkillers would work on him anymore, but it was worth a shot. As Eddie went to move, he saw that you’d fallen asleep. You had always been prone to a late afternoon catnap. He slid out without disturbing you and went in search of anything to dull the ache.

You had lasted until around the time Billy tries to report the wayward gremlins to the police. Rolling into a dream, you found yourself in the woods behind the school. Eddie was sitting on one side of the table that sat out there. Chrissy Cunningham was on the other side. When you tried to walk to them, your boots were unable to move.

Their conversation was pulled from your memories; the things Eddie told you coming back now. “Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?” she asked.“Do you have anything stronger?”

It needed to stop. Eddie needed to get up and walk away from her. You screamed as loud as you could but it was like they were in a bubble. Dropping to the ground, you pulled your feet from your shoes, freeing yourself. You ran to the table, stepping on stones and branches as you went. When you slammed into the table, both Eddie and Chrissy were frozen.

“Hey!” you yelled, waving your hands in front of their faces. “Hey! Eddie!” Nothing. You pushed Chrissy gently, but at your touch, she burst.

Blood and organs, flesh and bone exploded all over you and the table. You shook on the spot, terrified and in shock. Eyes glossed over with tears, you turned to Eddie but he was gone.

“Eddie?!” you shrieked, spitting a chunk of Chrissy’s skin from your mouth.

Then you heard it.

Chewing. Slurping.

Step by step, you went around to the other side of the table to find Eddie kneeling on the ground, picking up pieces of Chrissy to eat. He was swallowing bits too big and you watched as they made horrific shapes when they squeezed down his esophagus. Eddie pushed his face into the dirt to lick up small pools of blood. He licked the legs of the old table and the leaves painted red.

“Eddie?” you whimpered.

His focus snapped to you. The blacks of his eyes crimson rimmed. His teeth razor sharp. He stood up, unsteady, grabbing the table for balance. Eddie rolled his shoulders back and unfolded his great wings, spiney and menacing.

When he got to you, he slowly took your wrist in his hand. He lifted your arm up and with brutal ease, snapped it. He pulled, twisted, and threw your hand, wrist, and half your forearm behind him, leaving a freely bleeding stump to drink from. All you could do was watch as he held your arm like it was a coffee mug and bury his face into the severed end of it.

There was no use in crying, so you just stood there until your body crumpled in on itself and everything faded to black.

The next time you opened your eyes, you were awake in the pool house and the sun was setting over Hawkins’ nicest neighbourhood. You sat up and looked around. “Eddie?”

No answer.

The door was open, so you figured Eddie had gone inside. Maybe the phone had rung or he wanted to get you more water. Laying back down, you listened to the sound of the small town, the only home you’d ever known. The buzz of cicadas. Cars in the distance. Normal voices talking about normal things, even then, with the 'earthquake' only a week in their past. The soundscape was benign and it made you smile.

After a couple of minutes, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and looked around. The chair was the first thing you noticed. There were two chairs that didn’t fit around the dining room table inside, so lived out in the pool house. One was knocked over. You frowned and stood.

Halfway to it, you slipped and went crashing to the ground, yelping in pain as your tailbone hit the floor. “Fuck!” You stayed curled on the floor for a moment, waiting for the presentation of other injuries. When it was just the bruised ass, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position.

Slippery. The word popped into your head as you brushed your hands against each other. You let out a strange, strangled sound best described as a whine. Blood. Blood was all over the floor. On all fours you scrambled to the bathroom. The carnage was everywhere.

“Eddie?!” you screamed desperately. Getting to your feet, you ran from the pool house, avoiding the slip n’ slide of blood. “EDDIE! ED-”

Choking on a gasp, you lost the ability to speak. To scream. To make any noise. You stood next to the pool, the warm concrete beneath your feet making your toes tingle. Suddenly, you could hear your heart in your ears. The ocean too. The vacuum of space. Roaring. Unstoppable. Infinite.

Eddie was splayed out on the ground, face down. Blood had seeped into the concrete and trickled into the pool, slowly turning it a shade of romance novel pink. He wasn’t moving but his face was angled away from you, so you couldn’t be sure if he was…

No.

Your entire body shook violently and threatened to overthrow your leadership any second, but you took a step closer Eddie and then another. It took multiple visual trips over his body to make sense of what you were seeing.

Something had hurt him. Something had pulled him apart. It’s the only thing that could explain it. The only thing that could account for how his torso was ripped away from his pelvis and legs. But then, he moved.

You froze in abject terror as Eddie’s arm suddenly jerked to life and reached out in front of him, pulling him along the concrete. The top half of Eddie’s body crawled forward, the last strings of veins and tendons snapping and dissolving as he seemingly pulled himself in two, no shadowy figure from the Upside Down to blame.

Eddie’s intestines dragged along behind him, like strings of cans on a newlywed’s car. Your breathing was coming in rapid small puffs and your eyes could not get any wider. The horror was so all-consuming, so visceral that you lost control and urine ran down your leg.

Eddie’s bottom portion laid at your feet, not moving at all. You looked over at the rest of him, halfway around the pool. Eddie came to a brief pause, only for his wings to spread and take over. They flapped, lifting him up from the concrete. Eddie’s spine hung from him, his intestines too, but nothing was falling out of him.

He turned to you, the look on his face so unfamiliar and so pained that it was hard to see Eddie in there at all. But he was there; a quickly fading shadow of the Eddie you knew. The Eddie who fed the trailer park cats and watched over freshmen and learned guitar chords by ear and loved so deeply he often gave himself headaches. That Eddie. Your Eddie. He was alive and staring at you, his eyes communicating in a silent scream, a resolute message to, by death or freedom, please, please, baby, please, break a covenant.

II.

The manananggal;

A mythical creature with its origin in Philippine folklore, considered to be a form of evil spirit. With fangs and bat-like wings, it has a vampiric appearance but is able to separate its upper torso from its lower body. The manananggal is a monster, hunting victims by night and favouring babies, newlyweds, and people who are pregnant, in love, or sleeping soundly.

It owes its name to the Tagalog word ‘tanggal’ meaning ‘to remove/separate.’ Tanggal translates literally to ‘remover/separator.’ Contextually, it translates to ‘one who separates itself.’

The manananggal can be vanquished by stopping the two halves from reuniting. When it is out on the hunt, find the lower torso where it sleeps. Cover with salt and/or garlic to prevent reconnection. Without its other half, the manananggal will perish in the morning sunlight.

End Note: I feel like happy endings are kind of my thing. Believe me when I tell you I was entirely devastated when the ending of this story revealed itself to me and it was not warm sunshine. I am really developing a love for writing horror though, so I’d absolutely adore to hear your feedback on this piece!

A huge thank you to my girlies; this fic was workshopped with the help of @pastel-pillows @hellfirehottie420 @word-wytch @courtingchaos @jo-harrington @chestylarouxx @somnambulic-thing and @fracturedarkness.

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Sources: Wikipedia, Mythus (Myth and Folklore Wiki), Cryptidz (Cryptid Wiki), Ancient Origins, and a Medium.com article. Art: Gian Bernal. Title: I recently read a novel called To Break a Covenant by Alison Ames and the phrase stuck with me. The plot of the book has zero relation to this story, I just borrowed the title.

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maybe if u are still taking requests, a cg!eddie or maybe robin x little readers first Christmas as a little babbbbbbbby

AHH YES OF COURSE!

Cg!Eddie Munson x Little!reader

Summary: Eddie makes sure that his first Christmas with his little one is as special as it can be.

Tags/Warnings: Age Regression, bottle feeding, reader is a small itty bitty baby, fluff fluff fluff, insecure reader for like a microscopic amount, somehow theres always spelling mistakes i cant find so ignore my poor writing and spelling

You had told Eddie about your regression for a fairly recent amount of time. It had only been a few months since he immediately took the role as your caregiver and you both enjoyed every second of it. No matter how many times you dealt with any insecurities about being small, he was there to reassure you how much he truly enjoyed taking care of you.

Which is why he wanted to make this Christmas season extra special for his little one.

He knew how much you loved Christmas and the holiday season, the whole appearance of Christmas and the lead up to it engulfed you in nostalgia and a certain childlike joy and peace.

He made it his mission to make you feel as tiny as possible during the Christmas season, knowing that if big you loved Christmas this much, little you could only love it just as much.

To say that Eddie spoiled you during the holiday season would be an understatement. He always took you out to go Christmas shopping, picking you up treat after treat (his rule about sugars and sweets quickly became less lenient as the holidays went by), and always made sure to pop in a christmas movie in his TV when giving you your night time bottle and cuddles before bed.

Did you think it was strange that Eddie began to baby you a lot more than usual? Maybe a little. But you were too excited about Christmas to detect anything about your boyfriend's behavior.

The whole week you had been updating Eddie every day on how close you were to the magical day, your advent calendar being your prized possession the whole month.

“Daddy!!” You called out from the living room of his trailer.

Eddie rushed in, pot of mac and cheese still in his hand at the sudden call of his name.

“What is it baby?” he asked, kneeling down to our level on the floor as you presented the calendar in his face.

“S’ one more day until Christmas Eve!” you excitedly announced.

Eddie chuckled at your excitement and ruffled your hair. “That's right! I've got such a smart little one.” he praised planting a kiss on your cheek. In the time that Eddie has been your caregiver, you still haven't gotten used to how much little you loved praise, especially from Eddie. He couldn't get enough of how shy you would get at the sudden rush of red that would spread across your face, causing him to praise you any chance he got to see his baby happy.

“Cmon, dinner should be ready soon, and I better not see that door open until after we eat, capisce?” Eddie playfully warned.

“Yes daddy.” You giggled, waddling over to the table as you awaited your dinner.

Soon Christmas eve arrived and now Eddie understood what you meant when you told him how much you loved Christmas. Your Christmas jammies stayed on the whole day and Christmas music stayed on the radio. Eddie thinks putting you to bed that night was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Usually when you were having a hard time sleeping, he liked to put you in little space. He quickly regretted doing that last night when you refused to sleep in his room and stayed up on the couch with a flashlight, claiming you were waiting for Santa.

When Christmas morning came you were just as excited as the past days and Eddie made sure to keep it extra special for you.

It surprised him that you remained big the whole day, he assumed because Christmas was your favorite holiday, you would give yourself some time to regress and enjoy the Christmas cheer. He could tell you wanted to, but there was something blocking you. He made it his mission the rest of the day to destroy whatever was blocking his little baby from coming out.

And as Christmas day began to come to a close, Eddie knew what he had to do. He sat you down on the couch, ordering for you to cover your eyes.

You did as you were told, you covered your eyes with your palms as you awaited for your boyfriend to come back. You opened your eyes at the sound of his sweet voice.,

“Ok, you can open them now.” Eddie said, a cheeky grin beginning to spread across his face.

You opened your eyes and saw another present in his hands.

“Eddie, what's all this? I thought we already exchanged gifts this morning?” You asked, looking at him holding another present in his hands.

“I know, but this is different. I know how much you love Christmas, and I love that you love Christmas, but I want little you to enjoy it too. I don't want you to have to hide during your favorite time of the year. I want you to be able to slip and feel safe knowing that I'll be here to take care of you. You're my little baby, and my baby deserves a good and happy Christmas.” Eddie confessed, pulling you onto his lap cupping one of your cheeks with his hand.

His soft words almost brought tears to your eyes. No one has ever been as kind and gentle as Eddie in your entire life.

“Really?” You ask softly, Eddie already seeing you slip the smallest bit.

“Yes baby.” he lightly chuckled at your attempt to stay big knowing he had already one little you over. “Merry Christmas baby bear.” He smiled, handling over the semi poorly wrapped gift. Eddie was an amazing boyfriend and caregiver, but maybe next year he should leave the wrapping up to you.

You gave him a cheeky smile, knowing that there was no way to stay big anymore as your little space quickly engulfed you. You began to tear open the wrapping paper, exposing a new box with a cute polar bear pattern scattered around the box. Eddie watched the way you bit your lips in concentration as you struggled opening your gift. Finally you had gotten it open with one final “Hmph” and Eddie swears he had never heard a cuter sound than your gasp of excitement.

Inside the box he had packed you a whole gift basket with all of your favorite little treats, accompanied by a new bottle with snowflakes on it, a reindeer stuffie, a new onesie with snowmen on it, and a new red paci with a reindeer in the middle, lettered beads spelling out “Little Dear” on the handle.

“Daddy, I love it!” you squealed at the new goodies in front of you.

“You do?” Eddie asked, making sure he had bought everything correctly. Poor Eddie has been knee deep in finding you the perfect little gear, doing as much research as he could on the bestest brands and stores. His gift left him apprehensive up until you opened it, his worries melting away as soon as he saw how much you enjoyed your gift.

“Yes daddy, I love it all! Thank you thank you thank you!” You squealed, hugging his sides tightly. He returned the tight bear hug, rubbing your back and planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“What do you think, should we try out your new goodies?” Eddie asked, holding up the bottle in his hand and the onesie in the other.

You nodded excitedly. Eddie hadn't bottle fed you many times but it was always something you wished you could do more. Now with your new bottle, both you and Eddie were excited to incorporate it into your night time routine.

Eddie slipped your new paci into your mouth as you smiled happily.

“There's my little baby.” Eddie cooed, kissing you again on your forehead. He just couldn't get enough of you when you were little. Caring for you was his favorite thing to do ever.

He picked you up from the couch, knowing that if he didn't carry you now, you would just start pouring on the couch until he did. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you on his hip around the trailer to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as he rummaged through his dresser.

“Alright baby bear, do you want daddy to change you or do you want to do it yourself?” Eddie asked. You had seen eachother naked and changed in front of each other a plethora of times throughout your relationship, but this was different. You were just a little baby, and Eddie wanted to make you feel comfortable with everything.

“You do it daddy.” You smiled up at him, kicking your feet as they hung from his bed.

“Ok then, arms up!” he said, tugging your sweater uo our arms and off your body, making sure to give you as many kisses and raspberries on your sides and tummy as he could. He couldn't help it, he loved the way you giggled and squealed. He helped you into your new onesie and a pair of his pj pants. You argued that you didn't want to wear any pants but Eddie insisted that you couldn't just walk around the trailer in no pants. So when he offered that you could wear a pair of his, you accepted with your brows furrowed, but Eddie knew your fussiness wasn't serious.

He picked you back up and carried you back to the couch. He wrapped you up in a thick and warm blanket and turned on the Christmas movie channel on the TV before going to the kitchen to warm up your bottle.

He simply couldn't take his eyes off of you and how cute you looked wrapped up in his big blanket, the way you cuddled into your stuffy so gently and how adorable you looked with your new paci. Soon the microwaved beeped, indicating the bottle had finished as he took it out. He poured a drop on his wrist and licked it, testing the temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot for you. He nodded to himself as he approved the temperature and began to walk over to the couch.

Your eyes were glued to the movie on the TV. You didn't even notice Eddie walking back until you felt the indent on the couch.

“Ok, you ready baby?” Eddie asked.

You suddenly became anxious and slightly self conscious. Because bottle feeding had been a new thing for the both of you, you still didn't feel as comfortable as you wanted with it. It was never Eddie's fault, he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. And being the perfect caregiver that Eddie is, he noticed your change in behavior right away. He placed the bottle on the small lamp table next to him as he laid on the couch, his arms open inviting you in. You happily accepted, moving closer to his side as he held you. You both lost yourself in the movie for a while and Eddie assumed you had gone nonverbal throughout the minutes passing as your talkative state died down and he was left with a cozy and sleepy baby.

When he found the time was right and you had calmed down, he reached for the bottle again. He softly took the paci out of your mouth and held the bottle, waiting for you to accept. Your eyes fluttered at him and in your safe and sleepy headspace, accepting the warm bottle of milk seemed like a dream. Your lips latched slowly and softly on the bottle as you began to drink. You tried to reach for the bottle before Eddie took them, tucking them back into the blanket and around your reindeer stuffie. “It's ok baby, I got it, you don't have to worry, daddys got you.” he reassured.

As you kept sipping, you found yourself cuddling deeper and deeper into Eddie's chest, falling sleepier and sleepier. When Eddie found that you had finished the bottle, he gently removed it from your lips and placed the paci back in to avoid any fussiness in your sleep. He turned the small lamp off but decided to leave the TV on for soft lighting and background sounds to keep you asleep. He kissed your forehead once more and wrapped his arms around you.

“Merry Christmas little one.” He whispered as you two fell asleep in each others arms. Neither of you would have wanted to spend Christmas any other way.

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