#eddie is not dead

[adelicioustragedy]

There is something so intoxicating about Steve and Eddie taking care of eachother when they are both the dad friend of the group and have eachother to rely on, to be a comfort. Someone who does so much for others need their comfort person. They can be eachothers comfort person. I think this is why steddie is one of the healtiest ship of the show. I really do think it works so well.

[manic-eddie]

obviously they are still very much alive and not dead hahahaha 😁😤😭🫠🥴🤕💞

[stupidfreakingthoughts]

one day when eddie is coming out of the shower about to get ready, he notices that all of his rings are gone. he’s upset, because no outfit is complete without his rings, so he goes downstairs to ask steve if he stole them or put them somewhere. when he gets downstairs, though, he sees steve with all his stolen rings on his hands, on one knee, holding out a ring box with a huge smile on his face.

[usetheeauthor]

The Satanic Panic VII +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

For other chapters/story summary check out: https://usetheeauthor.tumblr.com/post/691280498281070592/the-satanic-panic-series-masterlist-18

Chapter Summary: With a new murder victim, the town is on edge but somehow Eddie’s popularity rises. Noticing that you’re on edge about the attacks, Eddie decides to put a hold on the hunt and gives you a night of fun.

Word Count: 5.5k+

Warnings: mentions of death, religious themes, blasphemy, pining, sexual content, nipple play, pillow humping, little dry humping, biting, clit stimulation, bit of cum eating, heavy petting, breath play, fluff towards the end

VII. Wrath

You scrubbed away at the blood, watching it go down the shower drain. What the hell was that dream? It wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been real. And yet there’s a bloody handprint on your body identical to the one in your dream. Blood doesn’t just randomly appear.

You brush off the incident for now. There were important matters ahead. They’ve claimed a second victim. Picking up the book of names, you head over to Eddie’s place to discuss the craziness of it all.

When you arrived, Wayne Munson was sitting outside on the picnic beach, taking a smoke break while reading today’s newspaper.

“Hello, Mr. Munson.” You greeted.

“Morning, Ashley. How ya holdin’ up?”

“Honestly, a little on edge.”

“Who could blame you? Someone’s going around killing people at random and somehow they’re still trying to point the fingers at Eddie while the killer remains on the loose.” You could tell he was frustrated. Wayne knew that his nephew would never harm anyone.

“People will believe whatever fits their narratives. I know the truth of that night. I’ll always be there to defend him.”

“I know. That’s why I don’t feel the need to worry much. You’ve really been a huge support in his life. Eddie always tells me how grateful he is to have met you.”

“Really?”

“Yep. That boy’s got it bad for ya.”

Your face begins burn as you grew bashful. “I’m sure it’s all friendly. Eddie and I just have a great respect for each other.”

Wayne shrugs. “If you say so.”

You smile awkwardly at him before entering the trailer. You turned the knob to Eddie’s door and you’re greeted by a shirtless Eddie who must’ve came from the shower moments ago. His hair and chest is slightly wet. You found yourself hypnotized by the water droplets trailing down his abs down to the v line of his abdomen, jeans hanging on his hips. He looked absolutely sinfully appetizing.

You snapped yourself out of your trance, worried that you might drool. “Shit! Sorry!” You hurriedly tried to close the door only for him to stop it midway.

“Would you relax? It’s not like my dick’s out or anything.”

“Uh. Um. Well, I…” You were blubbering like an idiot, unable to form a coherent sentence and he just stood there smirking at you.

“Why don’t you get in here? Take a seat. You probably need the break after hearing the news.” He knew that you were obviously dumbstruck by the compromising situation you found yourselves in but he was willing to give you an out since serious matters needed to be discussed.

You nod, quickly walking passed him and sitting at the edge of his bed. He shuts the door behind him, locking it. For some reason, that makes you audibly gulp.

He stares at you. “Something wrong?”

“I had a dream last night!” You blurted out, wanting to deflect from this tense situation only to end up bringing yourself into another one. You couldn’t possibly tell him you had a sex dream involving him and Steve. “Actually, it was more of a nightmare.”

Eddie leans against his dresser, arms crossed. “What was it about?”

“I got attacked by a guy I met at a bar.”

“Oookay?” Eddie responds, not sure where this was going.

“Well, he didn’t actually attack me. I’m honestly not sure what he did to me but I was bleeding and his hands were covered in my blood. Then, he touched me. When I woke up, there was a bloody handprint from where he touched me.”

“Are you okay?” He’s genuinely concerned.

“Not really. When you told me they found a body this morning, I knew my dream had some relation to the situation.”

“Who was the guy? When I find him, I’ll—”

“No. You can’t reveal yourself to him.”

“Why not?”

“Because he’s the Archangel. He touched me in my dreams and suddenly a handprint manifests itself into reality. Witches can jump through dreams but can never leave a physical mark. And I’ve recently read in the book of names that—”

“Only divine beings can leave behind physical messages from the spiritual realm,” His eyes squeeze shut at the frustration. “They’re fucking onto us. Did he say anything significant to you? Maybe we can piece together some things.”

“Well, the night at the bar, he told me what the tattoo on his wrist meant. It was 001. Then, he asked me if I needed to be saved. In the dream, though, he asked me to join him.”

“Shit. He’s imprinted on you. This means that we have to be extra cautious about how we move forward. We might have to lay low for the meantime.”

“Lay low?! Another innocent person has just lost their life because we didn’t act fast enough. How many more will die before we do something? What happens when they get to their last victim?”

Eddie nods, agreeing with you but still set in his orders. “Was there anything else he said? Anything is something.”

“He said “she” saved me. I’m not sure who ‘she’ is but she must be the ringleader of all this.”

“She? You mean to tell me there’s angel bot ranked even higher than this guy. We’ve gotta find this her or we’re screwed. The book probably has it written down somewhere.

“I highly doubt it we’d find the info there. We need to go to the site of the attack. I can do the precognition spell—”

“It’s dangerous on your own.”

“I know but what choice do we have? I don’t want anymore people dying when all of this could have been prevented if I were a better witch.”

“You can’t keep placing blame on yourself.”

“It’s easier said than done, Eds. We know more about this stuff than anyone. The more blood is shed, the more it’ll be on our hands.”

“What if we get Nancy and Robin to help you?”

“I wouldn’t want to risk their safety.“

Eddie sighs. “Fair enough.”

He looks down at your fidgety frame. You really are on edge. This was a lot of pressure added on you. “Where’d he touched you?”

You lift your skirt just enough to reveal your upper thigh. “Here. Now, there’s just bruises. Hadn’t noticed he gripped me that hard since I was so paralyzed by fear.” You chuckled nervously but your breath hitches when Eddie lowers to his knee in front of you.

His hands travel between your inner thigh and you involuntarily clasp your thighs together, trapping his hand there. He looks up at you, eyebrows raised. “Spread your legs.”

You couldn’t. You were sure he could smell your arousal. It didn’t help that he was still shirtless. How was it so easy for him to turn you on? You knew you had to obey, though, because you could see his patience running thin. So, slowly you pry your thighs apart.

He moves one leg wide enough and looks at your inner thigh while you tried controlling your breathing.

“Shit. You’re marked.”

“Marked?”

“You’ve been marked with the mark of the beast,” He points at the numbers between your legs and you looked down. “It signifies loyalty and devotion. He’s tagged your dreams so he can enter your mind whenever he wants.”

“Couldn’t you do that, too? Maybe if you override his influence, I’ll be free.”

“I chose not to mark you with the mark of the beast for a reason. People who get marked by it become soulless subjects. I wanted everyone on my side to have their own free will. Including you. I couldn’t possibly put you through that.”

“Will I become soulless?”

“No, you’ve already devoted to me. All he can do is haunt your dreams. You probably won’t be able to conduct the precognition spell anytime soon. He’ll only pick your mind.”

“But we have to. It’s the only way we’ll get more information. There has to be a way I remove it.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“B-but he’s so powerful.”

“So am I.”

“What about laying low until you recall everything?”

“I think I know enough.”

“Maybe. But we’ll let Steve be the judge of that.”

“Oh, so now he calls the shots?” Eddie feels his anger spilling over. Why’d you bring him up all of a sudden. Steve wasn’t your god. He was.

“I’m only suggesting that you could use the second opinion. Wouldn’t you like to be fully ready? I don’t want you getting hurt or anything.”

He rubs at the bruises at your thigh. “Just let me be the one to worry about you now. I’ll be fine.”

You can admit that it did feel good having him caress you this way. You were so used to the rougher touches that when he would touch you softly, you’d greedily relish in it. You place a hand over his while he continued to rub at the marks, eyes staring into each other’s. The metal of his rings did little to cool down your heated skin but they still felt incredibly nice digging into your thigh.

Now both hands rubbed up and down your thighs, he digs his nails into them and you gasped. He climbs over you, his erection pressed against your clothed cunt. His mouth sucks and licks at your neck, your eyes rolling back. Eddie grinds himself into your core and it just felt so good to have his body over yours. You scratch down his back causing him to bite your neck.

“Ah.” You cried out.

Then he pulls away from your throat and you get to see his face again. His eyes are pitched black. It should of frightened you but you were lost in them, paralyzed even. His bottom lip lightly grazing over your own. There’s a knock on his bedroom door, halting the activity.

Coming back to your senses, you blink up and around the room. Eddie groans in frustration, peeling himself off you and heading for the door. You sat up in a daze.

Eddie answers the door and it happened to be the guy you were dreading to see at the moment. The guy you drunkenly kissed. Steve.

“Hey, Eds,” Steve greets before making his way in. “Sorry, I’m late. I had a group of girls asking to join and— Hey…Ash.” He shoots you a small smile.

“Hi.” You wanted the floor to swallow you whole.

Steve looks between you two. Eddie’s shirtless, your skirt risen for any boy to indulge. “Should I have come a little later?”

“Nah, um, you’re good, ” Eddie says then awkwardly clears his throat. “Ash, would you show him the mark?”

You sit back on your hands, parting your legs slightly. Steve is confused at first with the energy of the room before his eyes bugged out of his head. “The mark of the beast?! Who did this to you?”

“The man at the bar. The archangel.” You answered

“Fuck,” Steve shakes his head. “I should’ve been there for you. I dropped the ball.”

“It’s not you. I left myself vulnerable in his presence. He knew to target me and now I’m paying the price.!We have to hunt him down.”

“No. Killing him should be the last option. This mark could be so soul binding that if he dies, you might die, too. There is an option we can try though: The Severance of Souls spell. We can cut ties between him and you for good.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“It’s not going to be easy though.” Steve states.

“Oooof course, it’s not,” You say in frustration. “Why won’t it be easy.”

“During the spell, you’ll enter a state of mind that resembles our world but slightly off. If you figure out the difference, you’ll be led to your soul and given the opportunity to free it. If you don’t…you’ll be trapped in your version of hell possibly forever.”

“Goddamn.” It was all you could say. Either you hunt the archangel and die or free your soul and die.

“What makes the spell a better choice?” Eddie questions.

“I’ve read an old book about witchcraft that states that there’s a 75% chance of survival for the Severance spell compared to a 50% chance of survival killing the archangel.” Steve explains.

“That settles it, then. We’re doing the Severance spell.” You’ve made up your mind. If you didn’t break free from the mark, you were sure he’d come after your family. The look in Henry’s eyes in that dream showed you that he would stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

“I’d think this through, Ash.” Eddie reasons.

“We don’t have time to think through things through. We’ve just got to do it,” You put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “I’ll be okay.”

You turned your focus back to Steve. “So when can I do this spell?”

“We can do it tomorrow afternoon before the Hexennacht celebration. I’ll teach you the spell, too.”

“I hope I don’t die before I get to celebrate my first witch holiday. I’m really looking forward to party.” You joked.

“You’ll do fine. You’ve got it.” Steve encourages.

“We should probably read through the book and see the new victim’s name, though. The police haven’t released it to the public but it’ll for sure be in the here.” Eddie informs.

“Right on. But dude, not that I mind much, but will you please wear a shirt?” Steve laughs, throwing a shirt off the dresser at him.

Eddie huffs, pulling on the t-shirt. You picked up the book and the boys gathered around you, flipping through the pages before landing on a page. The archangel’s list only a page away.

You looked on each side of your shoulders, the boys encouraging you to go further. You flipped the page like ripping off a band-aid.

#2 Billy Hargrove….

“I know him! That’s Lucas’s girlfriend’s dickhead of a stepbrother.” You stare up at them. “Wait. Am I allowed to call a dead person a dickhead?”

“You die a dickhead, you’ll forever be one in my book.” Eddie shrugs.

“I gave him a little visit one time. A barb-wired baseball bat in hand because he tried putting his hands on my brother,” Eddie chuckles at your story. The thought of you swinging a bat around directed at a man twice your size was a sight he’d pay to see. You continued, “If I had to guess the deadly sin he was taken for, it’d definitely be pride. The fucking ego on that guy.”

“Oh, it’s definitely wrath. I went to high school with that guy back in L.A. Serious anger issues.” Steve counters.

“Wrath and gluttony,” Eddie began. “He’s claimed 2 lives within our age group. Two people that have some significance to us. So…”

“Looks like we can narrow down the list of victims to people around our age and/or people we know.” Steve finishes.

You feel anxiety creep in. This confirmed your worries. There was eminent danger your family will hasn’t experienced yet. It did not help that you were attached to the Leader of these beings set to destroy humanity itself.

—————

You ended up having to leave the boys because of a call you received from your dad at the police station. You knew it had something to do with his suspicions on the murders and that he wanted to gather some information. You couldn’t get him involved in all this of this.

When you arrived, immediately, Sheriff Jim Hopper greets you. “Hey, kid, you’re lookin’ a bit shaken. Everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, just my job’s wearing me out.” You shrug it off, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“Alright,” He sounds unconvinced. “Well, your father’s waiting for you in his office. Try not to be so hard on him. He’s had a rough day.” He pats your shoulder the walks away.

You rest your hand on the knob, slowly turning it and swinging it open. “Dad? You wanted to see me.”

“Yes, Ashley, come on in. Shut the door. Have a seat.” He says, briskly.

You do as he says, trying to remain as cool as possible by sitting up straight and making direct eye contact.

“So, Ashley, I’m sure you’ve heard that we’ve discovered a new body.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

“The victim died in a similar way to Chrissie Cunningham. It’s almost strange that not long after your friend was released from prison, a new victim is found.”

“It’s not Eddie. It was an angel bot. I thought you believed me.”

“I know and I’m really still learning this spiritual and supernatural side of you, your mother, and your siblings but I also reason with logic.”

“This is above logic, dad. Thinking in terms of what’s possible in the human realm is pointless. Their powers transcend beyond comprehension.”

“Then, just tell me…who do you believe is the next victim? What’s the targeted preference? I need to know to save your life.”

“I don’t know. It’s not like I’m in the minds of the angel bots or something.” Although, they were definitely in yours.

“I’m not sure I believe that.” He says through clenched teeth.

“I don’t know what to tell you.”

“The truth.”

“The truth is, I have no idea who the next victim is.” You really didn’t. You were withholding the targeted demographic but you couldn’t tell him that for his safety and yours.

“You realize people have been speculating, making rumors about our family especially you. People talk in this town, Ash. You know this more than me. They’re saying you and Eddie have been ‘hanging out’ a lot.”

“You mean, the thing that most friends do?” You inquire, sarcastically.

“It doesn’t look so friendly based off eyewitness accounts.”

“Well, maybe eyewitnesses need to mind their business because they don’t understand anything.” You were getting defensive. This wasn’t good. You needed to keep your cool from any further speculations.

“Have you ever heard the term Hybristophilia?” Your father asks.

You scoffed. “Are you saying I’m some obsessive fan for Eddie?”

“I wasn’t trying to call you that. I’ve just been noticing that Eddie has gotten lots of attention in the media and from girls in town. Most of them being fans of him for their attraction to those who commit crime. After the tv interview, the hysteria has gotten so bad that the police station are constantly receiving phone calls from townsfolk begging to speak with Eddie or set him free, And it’s not just women but men come to his defense, as well.”

“Maybe some people are supporting him for the wrong reasons but I don’t think it’s so bad defending someone who’s clearly innocent.

“Okay, so allow me to spin this scenario. I’ll accept that the angel bot took Chrissie’s life. However, what if I were to say that Eddie might have gotten so high of the attention that he would be willing to do anything for it. Including going to sought out his first victim so he can continue getting support. After all, Infamy is fame regardless of the reception.”

“I’d say you have a creative imagination, dad,” You stood up from your seat. “I need to pick up Lucas from basketball practice.”

Your father sighs then nods. “Alright, you’re free to go.”

You give him a purse-lipped smile before walking out the station. The moment you got to the car, you were racking your brain. Why did everything your dad say suddenly make sense? Eddie has been acting a little strange lately. Meaner, sometimes. You were beginning to question if it were really him or the actual devil took over.

No! There’s no way he’d kill for attention. Eddie was never the type to care for popularity. Sure, he’s powerful now but he wouldn’t force his superiority in such a way.

You parked near the basketball court. Lucas notices you, waving goodbye to his team then running over to enter your car.

“Hey.” He begins.

“Hi.” You say.

“Can I stay over at your place tonight? Mom is constantly listening in on my conversations with Max. She keeps saying it reminds her of her relationship with dad and it freaks me out.”

“Don’t be so freaked out. You’d be glad to have a relationship that loving.”

He groans. “Please don’t say ‘loving’.”

“Oh come on, you never told Max you loveee her.” You say, a teasing infliction in your words.

“N-no.”

“Jeez, and I thought high school was puppy love city. Guess times have changed.”

“Yep, It’s not like your olden days where people would court each other and get a pop of soda at the diner.”

“You little shit.” You stretch out one hand off the wheel to attack him while your eyes remained on the road. He wriggled around to avoid your hand, the two of you laughing.

“Fine,” You say, focusing back on driving. “You can stay at my place tonight. Erica’s gonna feel so left out, though.”

“She stays over at your place all the time. She’ll be fine.”

—————

You were busy reading through the book of life for more information. You could at least read the parts that weren’t in Ulkic. People really did die in the strangest of ways all around the world. Honestly the book, sort of scared you. Again, why did Joyce own this book?!

Multiple knocks on your door cause you to jump up, no longer sucked into the laws of the dead.

“I’ll get it!” Lucas says, quickly sprinting to the door. The door swings open and a whole group floods in. There was Will, Mike, Dustin, Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Jonathan.

“Hey, Ash.” The groups says as they pour into the living room.

“Whoa, Lucas, you could’ve warned me. I’m practically naked.” You were dressed in pajama shorts and a giant t-shirt. Running to your bedroom, you threw on a sweater and figured it was decent enough.

When you got back, everyone was gathered around the coffee table setting up some games and snacks. You walked up to Eddie, “What are you guys doing here? And why hadn’t you told me you were coming?”

“It was a surprise.” He smiles, before grabbing your shoulders. “I’m just trying to lighten you up. You’ve been so tense lately. Figured you could use some moments of levity. Especially since, tomorrow you’ll do the Severance spell.”

“Yeah, I guess. I could use the break.”

He hums in agreement before, pulling you a little over to the side. “How was the talk with your dad?”

“Not good. He thinks your some kind of a serial killer and that I’m covering you because I’m love with you.”

“He thinks you’re in love with me?”

You nudged his arm. “That’s what you got from that.”

“Sorry, it’s just that I thought he believed us. Cops, am i right?”

“Yeah. Fucking cops,” You shook your head. “He says he’s trying to think ‘logically’. Thinks your doing this all for fame. He should write for horror movies with that crazy imagination.”

“Yeah.” Eddie simply says before joining the group.

Oh no. Why did that make you suddenly suspicious of him? Why was he so dismissive of the conversation? He was the one that pulled you to the side in the first place. No. You had to stop this overthinking.

You sat with the group. “What are we playing?”

“D’n’D.” Will says, excitedly.

Your eyes quickly dart to Steve, Robin, and Jonathan. “You guys play this game?”

“Nah, we just wanted to come and support you. We know you’re not feeling well and we didn’t want you to go through it alone.” Robin smiles.

“Oh, contraire, we’re…” Dustin gestures to his friends. “…here to play D’n’D with Lucas and Eds.”

“Gee, thanks for the support, Dustin.” You rolled your eyes. “But why here?”

“Because Eddie insisted we do. Because he loves you.” Dustin says, making kissy faces.

You noticed a blush creep onto Eddie’s face. He narrows his eyes at the teenager. “You little shit.”

“Come on, let’s get this nerdy game started already.”Steve speaks up, grabbing a player card. “What’s this?”

“That’s where you write out all the things you’d want for your character.” Jonathan speaks up.

The group stares at him.

“Oh come on, I don’t play this shit. I literally have a brother who’s freakin’ obsessed.”

“You totally play it. He’s too shy to admit.” Will teases.

“Nothing wrong with being a nerd. I’m a huge nerd.” You admitted.

“Yeah, alright, swim team captain.” Eddie says, sarcastically.

“I really am. I was valedictorian for crying out loud.”

“Getting good grades doesn’t make you enough of a nerd.” Mike challenges.

“Oh, it is so like you, boys, to gatekeep everything you feel is exclusive to you.” You shook your head. “Newsflash. Girls can be nerds. Now let the games begin. I think I’m ready to make some nerds cry tonight.”

You had no idea the rules for this game and it made the expert players shake their heads and laugh at your cluelessness.

“See? Not a nerd.” Dustin smirks.

—————

The group had been deeply immersed into the game laughing and joking around. Half of you didn’t understand how to play but you enjoyed your time anyway. It was especially nice seeing Eddie be himself. He was silly, fun, and nerdy as ever.

“You've been following this tunnel for about 120 yards. The water on the floor is ankle deep and very cold. Now and then you feel something brush against your foot. The smell of decay is getting stronger. The tunnel is gradually filling with a cold mist.” Eddie paints the scene, his voice mixed in with theatrics as Dungeon Master.

“I don’t know guys. Sounds kinda suspicious. Can we see something up ahead?” Will asks.

“Your torchlight’s within range, the tunnel is more or less straight. You don't see any branches or doorways.”

“Let’s go for it!“ You exclaimed.

“We haven’t asked enough questions.” Dustin says.

“Live a little.” You say, rolling the dice.

By the end of the game, you all were defeated by Vecna. The younger boys looked at you in disappointment for your decision. “At least, we had fun.” You gave a nervous laugh.

Everyone began to pick up after themselves as the night grew late. The group making their way to head out.

Steve gave you a longing hug before he left. You knew full well that he still thought about the night of the kiss. You and him were bound to speak of it once he’d get the privacy to bring it up with you.

Your brother had crashed asleep in your bedroom and you were stuck having to contemplate sharing the bed or staying on the couch.

“Great,” You threw your hands up, walking into the living room. “He took over my entire bed.”

Eddie chuckles.

You were busy, cleaning up the coffee table, slightly bent over, when you felt a hardness against your ass. Then, a pair of hands grip your waist. You quickly shot up, wide-eyed, the back of your head hitting his chest.

“E-eddie? What are you…” He silences you when his hands come up behind you, cupping your breasts. He uses his index finger to circle around your hardened nipples through your shirt, careful not to touch them directly. Your eyes fluttered closed.

“I just wanna make you feel good.” He whispers near your ear, placing a chaste kiss on your temple.

“But Luc—”

“He’s asleep. Long as you stay quiet, he’ll remain that way.” He growls, lifting your shirt to expose your stomach, he brings his fingers around the sides, digging his nails into the soft flesh and scratching. The sting actually felt so good that you moaned. Your hand flew to your mouth and you feel him smirk against your shoulder.

“That’s a good girl.” He praises you. You took the initiative to keep the loud noises from tumbling out your lips. You deserved a reward.

His fingertips brush up and down the length of your stomach, although ticklish, it also felt so damn nice. Then, he blows into your ear and your knees buckle, ungracefully falling to them with Eddie following behind you. His hands are still on you, cupping your breasts and kneading them while placing soft kisses on your neck.

“Feels so good.” You mewled.

“I’m glad it does, little one.” He just couldn’t stop smiling at the state you were in. You were usually the reserved, dry humor kind of girl and with one touch from him, you were now a whimpering submissive.

He unclasps your bra, your boobs freely bouncing from the gravity. His mouth water at the sight of your hardened nipples and perky tits.

“They look so perfect.” Eddie groans, moving your arm back and around his neck so that they were out of his way.

He notices your hips thrusting and searching for some form of friction. Taking a large pillow from your couch, he places it on the floor between your legs, resuming his ministrations on your hardened peaks. He’s pinching and flicking them expertly with his fingers while you rocked against the plush material under you.

If these shorts hadn’t been in the way, you’d really gush. As if he heard your thoughts, he tugs at your pajama shorts from behind, moving them to the side just enough for your clit to be in contact with the thick seam of the pillow.

“Unhh, fuck.” You bite the skin between your index finger and thumb.

Eddie notes this. You really loved pain.

He gathers your hair in a tight ponytail, yanking your head back against his chest. A gasp melds into a moan once you feel his beautifully full lips attacking your neck again. He begins thrusting himself against your round and ample ass, no longer able to restrain himself. You can feel how hard and huge he is even with the barriers of clothing between you two. Goosebumps lighting across your skin when you hear him moan your name for the first time.

“All you have to do is ask and I’ll give you exactly what you need.” Eddie says, breathlessly, continuing to play the instrument that is your body.

“I want you to…need you to…” You whined out, not having the strength to finish your sentence.

Eddie could feel himself getting frustrated. Why were you still stalling this tension between you two? You were riding hard against the pillow beneath you and, yes, he found this extremely sexy, but you weren’t answering him the way he wanted.

While one hand continued to tease a nipple, the other was now sliding down inside your pajama shorts. You were extremely wet that it shocked him. He hardly did a thing. You wanted it bad yet you resist. Why?

He rubs you through your panties, hearing you whimper desperately for him. “Eddie….please, it’s too much.” You panted but he wouldn’t let up. Not until you finally begged him to fuck you.

He rubs at your clit just right enough to have a new flood of your wetness soak through your underwear and coat his fingers.

“Gonna cum.” You whispered while resting a hand over the one circling your clit.

If he was truly evil, he’d pull away as a petty form of punishment for you not giving your body to him. However, he was so enamored seeing you in this much pleasure that all he could do was give in to you.

“Cum, baby. Soak my fingers in your cum.”

His words sent you over the edge, you topple forward shaking and quivering in your earth-shattering orgasm. He kisses your neck still hovering over your body and toying with you until you physically had to yank his hand out of your shorts. When you came to, you looked down noticing that your arousal had wet the pillow beneath you.

Eddie’s hand had been wet with your arousal as well. You hear sucking behind you, realizing that he was tasting his fingers. If you’d broken your self control, you would jump his bones this very moment.

You look over your shoulder and he gives your ass a light smack, smiling down at you.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.” He says.

You felt pride in your chest at his words. Did that mean that you tasted better than all the other girls he’s had? Including…Chrissie.

He picks you up, carrying you onto the sofa before attempting to walk away.

You grab his forearm. “Please, don’t leave me.” You sounded needy but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted his skin on yours.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just getting a blanket. They’re still in the hallway closet, right?” He thought back to the first night he slept at you place.

“Yeah.” You were getting super sleepy but you couldn’t close your eyes until he was laying right next to you.

He comes back with a blanket, putting it over your bodies as he squeezes into his position behind you.There was barely space for two but you both made it work. Him acting as the big spoon in the cuddle position.

His arms are tight around your waist. He whispers, “You better come back from that Severance spell or I swear I’ll come and find you myself regardless of the rules or whether the archangel’s watching.”

You turn your head back, kissing his cheek. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be back. I promise.”

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[trashm0uthtoz1er]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE ASTHMATIC GAY KING EDWARD KASPBRAK!!!!!11!!!!!!11111111!!1!!!

[moonbrewer]

Eddie is alive -- theory

I haven't seen this theory anywhere, which doesn't mean it hasn't already been said but I physically cannot stand keeping this to myself anymore so I am purging it and putting it here. Enjoy or don't. I think Vecna is going to resurrect Eddie. Allow me to explain.

I don't have any crazy concrete proof for this, but I have a pretty significant thing that makes me believe that this theory is plausible. I do very genuinely believe it with my whole chest, though.

This might be obvious, but El was able to save Max. She brought her back after she'd been dead for an entire minute, it's canonically stated that medical professionals at the hospital have no idea how it happened and that they consider it a miracle. I personally think Max has amnesia, but that's another post. Now, because El was able to save Max, I don't really see why Vecna wouldn't be able to do this as well. Mainly I think this is possible for two main reasons.

Firstly, Henry was the blueprint for every kid at the lab. Their powers were based on and trained to replicate what Henry could do. This leads me to believe that anything any of the lab kids could do, Henry/Vecna could do as well. In this case, resurrect people from the dead. If Eleven can do it, I don't see why Vecna couldn't unless his powers weren't up to par with hers. Which leads me to my second point that Vecna isn't operating on just his powers alone. In s4 ep8 "Papa" (I'm really pulling out receipts for this) Brenner says "You must understand, when One kills, he doesn't simply kill. He consumes. He takes everything from his victims. Everything they are and everything they ever will be. Their memories, their abilities." (timestamp 37:08-37:29ish)

This quote carries so much of this theory and I am going to deep-dive analyze it. First off, Brenner calls him One in this, which because of all his names, is significant. It means that his murders, his kills, hold this much weight even prior to him becoming Vecna. Additionally, the word 'consumes' is so important. Brenner didn't have to specify that when he kills he consumes things. So many other words would have worked here that wouldn't have alluded to the fact that One had the ability to take power from others. Honestly, if it weren't important it could've been completely removed and done nothing to the mini-monologue. Lastly, abilities is said, point-blank, as something that One takes from his victims.

So, bearing all of that in mind, we can assume that Vecna isn't operating on his powers alone and that he has, potentially, taken the abilities of every single lab kid that he murdered before Eleven banished him to the Upside Down. Now, a lot of the kids were pretty young, but Two we know for certain was incredibly talented and they made a point of showing that this season. If One was already dangerously powerful, what would he be able to do with the powers of Two? Of the rest of the kids? Resurrect someone?

Maybe. I think so.

That's my theory for how Eddie returns but I think that this also allows for an incredible character opportunity for Eddie in season 5. By having Vecna resurrect Eddie it creates a relationship and a bond between the two characters. If Kas is meant to serve as Vecna's right hand -- something Eddie would never willingly do -- I think having Vecna save his life would be a good incentive. It would create a really interesting and dynamic storyline for Eddie because he'll feel possibly indebted to Vecna for resurrecting him, whether that is something he feels on his own or something Vecna manipulates him into feeling, it would create that much-needed relationship between the two of them and force his character into a moral dilemma. Additionally, forcing Eddie into his role as Vecna's right hand when he is only there out of obligation and debt will lead to festering anger (which of course was already present) and ultimately lead to the big betrayal.

During this time, however long it may be, Eddie would be able to have an incredible arc of becoming a morally gray character and battling inner turmoil. There's a moral gray area here that could be really interesting to explore, especially since he already knows what the right and wrong sides of this fight are.

Additionally, the tension that would be created between Eddie and the rest of the gang when they inevitably find out that he is serving Vecna would be so fucking good.

I'm writing a steddie fic rn that uses a small part of this theory titled It's Not Quite Bliss, if you want to check it out. I'm also super open to anyone messaging me to talk more about this because I have told everyone in my life who will listen at least 4 times already and I know they're sick of me.

[ryminsteddiesashanne]

Good things come in three's

[interstellarbooks]

Pov: dating Eddie Munson

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[the-jelliestbelly]

Some steddie fall vibes

[simpleenvy]

[joemunson333]

If it didn’t go down like this, then I don’t want it ✋🏻

[manic-eddie]

🤧🥺😭

[liivinginsaturn]

Hi again people!!!! I’m back here wondering if you could tell me some good Steddie fanfics, the best one I’ve read so far is called “Not so bad” it’s in ao3 and the author’s called “outofmygourd”

Let’s make this post somewhere we can always turn to when we want to read one and we don’t know any!

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[typicalopposite]

Ok sooo here’s a little thing to tack on to my other post about the Eddie/Kas theory. His tattoos

For one they are all apparently connected to Vecna/DnD but that’s not my argument and I don’t know the original poster… nor enough about the game to confirm or deny that. But the few that do stick out as obviously connected to Vecna and the Kas theory are the black widow… for obvious reasons… and the bats… again obvious.

But that’s not the point I want to make about them.

My point is that this theory makes sense because… his tattoos feel like they are intentionally shown… not just to be like oh look… metal head kid has tattoos… he’s so cool, or whatever.

You only see them (iirc) twice. Once when they are playing DnD. When the bats are shown and in that scene Kas is actually mentioned. And again when he’s making the deal with Chrissy and that’s when the black widow one is — barely, but still there — seen.

Other than that he has his jacket on the whole time. And none of the tattoos are even visible. So why did his character even need tattoos… ya know. They are only ever pointed out during the “I didn’t have these sweet tattys” and imo that was only said to give a peek at the black widow tattoo.

So either one. The Duffer Brothers are hoping we will connect the dots. Or two I’ve fallen into the category of delusional Eddie fans that’s holding onto every strand of Hope imaginable he will return in s5 for more than just flashbacks. 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Ngl pretty sure it’s the second one but here’s to hoping right?!

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

"AND E1 OF S5 IS TITLED THE CRAWL SO THIS BITCH BETTER BE FUCKING CRAWLING UP OUT OF THE UPSIDE DOWN"

-@the-ancient-fae about Eddie, 2022