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swiftgreatest · 1 year
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Daylight | Eddie Roundtree x Reader
request by anon: "Heyy i loved the eddie oneshot you made!! So i wanted to ask if i can request another eddie roundtree x reader inspired by daylight by taylor swift, especially this part " And I can still see it all (in my head)/ Back and forth from New York (sneaking in your bed)" ?? Thank uu, love your writing <3"
a/n: hello!! I'm so happy to write a one shot based on taylor swift song, I LOVE THIS WOMAN!!!!! i love her lyrics she's fantastic. so thanks for request, hope u like.
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Drowning your sorrows with alcohol in a random bar in Los Angeles was not what you expected for the weekend. In fact, you expected much more. Being with the one you loved and who claimed to love you was what you wanted, watching random movies, kissing, comforting each other was all you wanted. But he didn't want that, in fact he didn't want only you.
You were cursing yourself for never noticing, all the times he ran away, ignored calls, made excuses, it was all in your face and you couldn't see it. You thought this was the one, your happy ending, the one you would love until the last day of your life, the one with whom you would share every part of your life. But it wasn't.
He betrayed and abandoned you, put you in his sea of illusions and lies, only to find someone else and abandon you. The love that you thought would take care of you and love you, the famous red love, romantic love, was actually a pack of lies, pretenses and betrayals.
You have never felt so used and hurt as you do now, it's as if you were trapped in a 20-year dark night, with no way out, no light, nothing to help you or guide you out of this darkness, everything was black and white for you.
As you were about to order another drink for the barman, a man sat down on the stool next to you. He was tall and handsome, his hair was a shade of blond with a bit of brown, his brown eyes watched you and with his slightly reddish mouth he smiled at you, he already had a beer in his hand and asked you for another, you arched your eyebrow in confusion and he finally spoke to you.
"Sorry I didn't even ask if you like beer.
"No problem, I like this stuff a lot" You pointed to the bottle, you were a little drunk but still understood what was going on around you and were aware of your mind.
"Well, my name is Eddie, Eddie Roundtree." He held out his hand and you shook it back, the way he introduced himself was different like he was used to people recognizing him or something, you even stopped to think for a moment and analyzed him. Who he was or who he could be.
Being an actress, working mostly in plays and musicals, you knew many famous people in various fields, actresses, actors, musicians of all styles and even other types of artists, so you tried to think if he was one of those artists. The style was typical of the rock movement, but many people followed that style.
"Y/N L/N. Have we met before?"
"No, but I think you may have heard some of my band's music" So he was a musician but that didn't help you "You know, The Six..." Oh so you recognized it.
"Oh, Daisy Jones and The Six! I remember that" You met them with Honeycomb, that song stayed in your head for months and when Aurora was released you were quick to buy a record for yourself. "Oooh we can make a good thing baaad" You sang, it was a bit of a disaster because you were a bit drunk, your voice was better than that but you allowed yourself to laugh at yourself singing like that to a guy you just met.
Eddie laughed at that, his voice came out a little slurred with the music and he loved that, he even sang the next part with you, and you both ended up laughing together at each other. You clicked very quickly. You started talking to him, about the band, the songs, and the current Aurora tour.
After that Eddie started telling you about his career, how he was a guitar player in the beginning of the band and then a bass player, he also told you about music, how it was something important in his life and how he intends to work with music forever.
"But I talked a lot about myself, what about you? Tell me about you?"
You told him all about yourself, every little detail, and Eddie listened to everything with excitement and curiosity, he saw you in the bar and thought you were the most charming woman he had ever seen, there was no way he could resist, and now each thing you said he was more fascinated by you.
From your life as an attendant in a market to the stages of Broadway and other theaters, you told your whole story to the bass player. He was surprised that you were an actress and was dying to see you perform, he was sure you were amazing.
With every word you said about your work, Eddie could see how passionate you were about your profession, passionate about what you did, and you had a great passion that he found beautiful as well as everything about you.
Between talking about your lives and other things, you and Eddie talked about the most varied subjects, it was as if you were old friends who had met and already knew each other's life story. The conversation was wonderful, you never felt so caught up and excited in a conversation with someone as you did with Eddie and you had only known him a few hours. You spent so many hours talking that the bartenders had to kick you out because they had to close, and you were the last ones to stay.
The musician and you left the bar laughing, who could imagine being thrown out of such a place? Nevertheless, this event didn't spoil the evening, nothing could. And who knew that you would have so much fun on a night that began full of sadness and disappointment. You were so happy that you met Eddie, he was like a light bringing clarity and joy to your evening.
After you left the bar, Eddie called a cab for you because neither he nor you could drive after drinking alcohol. You got into the cab and he leaned out the window to talk to you.
"So when will we see each other again? You were surprised at yourself for saying that sentence, it was so fast you couldn't even think, it seemed strange, you had just ended a relationship and were already going out with a guy? But this is your life, so you make the rules here and live as you like.
"Whenever you want, for you I am always at your disposal..." Roundtree smiled as he stared at you, he looked at your mouth, then at your eyes and you did the same to him. But he couldn't do that yet, you hadn't even had a decent first date and you had been drinking a lot and he wanted to do it sober.
You took a piece of paper from your purse and wrote your phone number "Call me, I'll be waiting for you rock star" You kissed the paper before handing it to him. After that you told the driver to go and waved to Eddie as the car pulled away. And if you had looked back any longer you would have seen Eddie kissing the paper with your number on it and looking at it like a winning ticket.
My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in
Everyone looked worse in the light
There are so many lines that I've crossed unforgiven
I'll tell you the truth, but never goodbye
Many months passed after that, there were many meetings, kisses, moments, jokes and conversations, but you remember everything in your mind. From your first meeting at the movies to when Eddie introduced you to his friends, the guys in the band loved you, everyone was kind and polite and you liked all of them, except Billy. Eddie told you some things about Billy before you met, but you left it to your own opinions without influence from anyone. So in your own judgment you didn't like Billy Dunne, nothing about him pleased you, his arrogant and smug air made you feel sorry for those who had to live with him every day.
But apart from that, you and the band created a good relationship, you became very close to Karen and she even revealed to you her relationship with Graham, you were happy but not surprised anyone could see how much the guitarist liked the keyboard player and you think they are cute. You also became very close to Warren the drummer was very happy that his friend had found a girl, especially one as special as you, so you became friends and you even saw Rollerball with him once.
Between the trips you had to make for your job to perform in theaters around the country, Eddie also had to travel for the Aurora tour, so from one city to another you would meet up when your schedules matched or you got a break and when you couldn't Roundtree would call you every day after the shows, this was like a rule to him, he wouldn't sleep or rest without talking to you, in fact he doesn't even know if he could because your voice calmed him down and talking to you made him forget about the problems of the tour.
On one of your days off you joined the band to go to Pittsburgh. Eddie was very excited about this trip, he talked about it for weeks and his joy was contagious. He really wanted you to see the city where he was born, and to meet his family, especially his grandmother. The bassist talked a lot about his family and all he wanted was to introduce the person he was completely in love with to the most important people in his life, his family.
The trip to Pittsburgh was good, you talked with Lisa, Warren's girlfriend for a while until you felt tired and you and your boyfriend went to sleep, you were in armchairs close to each other so he only had to put his arms around you and you put your head against his chest to sleep. You slept soundly feeling safe in each other's company and didn't even notice that Camila took a picture of you. She gave the picture to you a few days after the unveiling saying how cute you both were. And now you carry that picture with you everywhere you go.
The days in Pittsburgh were the best, Eddie was so happy, you fell in love with his family and the city, it was all so comforting, everyone was so kind to you. Eddie's family loved you, they were very loving, you spent the days talking to Eddie's grandmother, she was very kind, you formed a great friendship and Eddie was very happy about it. To see you with his grandmother at the show in Pittsburgh was very important for him.
But not everything was perfect, in the show Billy Dunne stole Eddie's part in Daisy's solo. In front of everyone, your whole hometown, your friends, your family, you. You spent the whole night after the show consoling your boyfriend, after the show was over you realized how upset he was, you were spending the days at his family's house so when you came back and went into Eddie's old bedroom, where you were sleeping, you hugged him and he started to cry.
He was so tired of being belittled, manipulated and used, he had so much talent but all he got was depreciation. Being in the band was a dream for him, but he never imagined that a dream could become a nightmare. You knew about what Billy was doing, about re-recording Eddie's basses and how he always belittled the bass player and other members of his own band, you were disgusted by that man.
"He couldn't have done that, not here in Pittsburgh, in front of my grandmother, in front of you. You sat on the bed as you continued to hold each other, his face was on your neck and you felt his tears on your skin, you were moving his hair trying to reassure him, it broke your heart to see him like that.
"He's an asshole. I know how much you want to prove to people how talented you are, but you don't have to prove anything to anyone, it's not your job." You pulled his face away from your neck to look him in the eyes "Your grandma knows how talented you are, your family knows it, your town knows it, and I know it Eddie, we're all proud of you.
"I know my love, but I can't understand how such a horrible person as that guy can get anything he wants, or do anything he wants and nobody says anything. I wish I could make him feel the same way, excluded, despised, ignored, he deserves it."
"Don't let this bad feeling consume you, it will only break you, or worse, it will make you just like Billy, a person who is so broken inside that he needs to belittle and break the people around him to feel better or superior. You are not like that Eddie, you are bigger than that, your music and passion is bigger than all that.
And it was looking into your eyes at that moment, inside your childhood bedroom, with the curtains open where the window allowed the moonlight to shine on you, that the bass player had an epiphany, a confirmation of how everything you had was something so precious and unique, that he wanted it forever, to be with someone who supported and loved him the way he was with all the flaws and faults, a love that told the truth but would never say good-bye
You once told Eddie that he was like daylight, that he brightened your days, cleared your thoughts and brought you out of a dark night of twenty years, and that now with him you could only see daylight with him. He had never understood that, until today.
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
I've been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night
And now, I see daylight
I only see daylight
Sometimes life changes so fast that when we stop and look back we think how real was it? How much we felt and all that we experienced. It's crazy how fast the night can change. And that's what happened in your life and in Eddie's life.
After the Pittsburgh show the tension in the band increased, everyone was uncomfortable and in trouble, except Warren. Eddie was at his limit and you knew it, when he told you that he was leaving the band, you were sad for him, because you knew that this was his dream and he dedicated so much of himself, but you respected his decision and supported him in it, all you wanted was for him to be okay.
And your boyfriend really admired this in you. In the beginning he was afraid to tell you that he was leaving the band, he was insecure, the band was the only thing he had, he was afraid that you would see him in a different way now that he was not part of one of the biggest bands in rock. And he was relieved when nothing changed, you still believed in him and his talent.
You still remember the day after the Chicago show, you were at your home in New York. Last night Eddie didn't call you as usual and you were very worried, you called but he didn't answer. Then in the afternoon when the thoughts were troubling you, your apartment doorbell rang and you answered. At the door was Eddie, with a suitcase and a black eye, the only thing he said to you was "It's over" and you understood everything. You cared for him that night, you loved him, supported him, and cared for him.
In the months after the breakup, Eddie surprised you. He bought a new apartment, a bigger one than you had, a place of your own, where you could be who you were and love each other the way you wanted. Starting to live with Eddie was amazing, you had a great life, waking up with daylight shining on you, cooking meals together and making messes, sneaking in your bed, Eddie helping you rehearse lines for the plays you were in.
It was so funny, he was always so dramatic in his lines and so expressive, you laughed at him most of the time and it made the work lighter. Roundtree went back to playing guitar, he went back to writing, making some songs and meeting new bands, labels and musicians. And this is how Eddie slowly entered the world of music production. He got a job at a record company and became the producer of a hard rock band that was starting up.
After the first album, the band took off and Eddie's work was recognized, so the record company called him to produce other music and other artists and this is how he established himself as a popular and good music producer. You couldn't even describe how happy you were, you were so happy that Eddie would continue with his dream, you were afraid that he would quit music after the band and when he started producing music you could see how excited and happy he was, so you were happy too.
You accompanied him to all his events and he did the same with you, without the touring life he had more time now, so he went to all his shows and was your biggest fan as his co-workers said. His job remained the same and that's why you still need to travel.
And I can still see it all (in my mind)
All of you, all of me (intertwined)
I once believed love would be (black and white)
But it's golden (golden)
And I can still see it all (in my head)
Back and forth from New York (sneaking in your bed)
I once believed love would be (burning red)
But it's golden
Like daylight, like daylight
And that's what you were doing now. Sitting in front of a dressing table in your dressing room, you were getting ready to go on stage. You were in Arizona performing your new play that was showing in several states. It had been a month since you had seen Eddie and it was so hard for you, you spent so much time together, it was like the time he went on tour, you kept calling and even exchanging letters. In some of them Eddie sent you some lyrics he wrote about you, writing music was something he never gave up and you were proud of it.
Now looking in the mirror, you think back to all the moments you remembered, the first time you saw each other, life with him in the era of The Six, building a life in New York. And you could only feel grateful and happy to have built such an amazing life next to someone you loved so much and who loved you with the same intensity. Real love, with difficulties and battles, but together you overcame everything and grew to become what you are today.
You smiled at the thought, and were so thoughtful that you didn't even notice when a production employee walked into your dressing room.
"Miss Y/N L/N, this came for you" He handed you a bouquet of flowers, they were yellow daffodils, they were beautiful.
"Oh, thank you so much, do you know who sent them?"
"No, but this note came with them" He handed you a small envelope "And you go on stage in 5 minutes" You nodded your head in agreement and he left, then you opened the note.
"I have traveled a long way just to see my star shine with my own eyes on this stage. Greetings from New York."
The note was unsigned but you already knew who it was from, you cracked a big smile, kissed the note and put it away with the bouquet. Then you came out of your dressing room and ran onto the stage. Lights were turned on and the curtains opened, and when you looked out into the audience there he was.
In all his glory, he was standing in the front row applauding you and smiling at you proudly, the man who changed your life, who taught you that love was golden, that love is about good things and not about making the other person feel belittled, the love of your life, your daylight.
I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you (I can never look away)
I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
(Things will never be the same)
I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night
(Now I'm wide awake)
And now I see daylight (I see daylight), I only see daylight (Ah)
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hairmetal666 · 1 year
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Eddie's at a party, lunch box in tow, and he's making a fucking killing.
He sets up shop in the crowded kitchen, but that doesn't stop him from spotting King Steve in the living room. Harrington's face is still fucked up from the fight with Hargrove, and he's tipping a cup almost vertically into his mouth. He's not too surprised when--the next time he spots the jock--he has a can of beer in each fist.
More customers flood up to him, and he can't help but be a little grateful for the distraction. Harrington is one unrequited crush he just can't kick.
Lunch box cleaned out, Eddie heads outside for a smoke. He's fishing his cigarettes out of his jacket pocket when he hears a snuffling sort of shuffle that sends his heart racing.
He edges forward, just enough to make out the heap of a person half-heartedly sitting up against the house. A person in fitted blue jeans, tight polo, and Member's Only jacket; swoop of chestnut hair catching in the flash of fire from Eddie's Zippo.
"Harrington?"
The guy startles, stability wavering, eyes blinking too much. "Munson?"
"You alright, man?" He asks, though he can already tell that Steve is most definitely not.
Steve shrugs. "Why do you care?" It's not mean, sounds genuinely curious.
Eddie gets it. He has no reason on earth to show concern about King Steve. In answer, he taps his boot against Steve's sneaker, giving him a small smile. "Not sure. But I'm here, so..."
"Just needed some air. Clear my head."
"How much have you had to drink?" Eddie asks.
"One or two,"
"Dozen?"
Steve laughs. "You're funny. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"I've heard," Eddie says, can't help but laugh a little too. "Wanna talk about what's going on?"
Eddie thinks that'll be a "no," but then: "Nancy dumped me."
"Yeah, big news."
"Ugh, people are talking about it?" Steve whines. It's really cute and Eddie hates himself for noticing. Hates himself more when Steve loses his balance, tips onto Eddie's shoulder, and Eddie doesn't tip him back.
Eddie can tell that Steve isn't fully with him anymore. He's a little afraid to leave the guy alone, so Eddie talks about the latest Hellfire campaign. Sober Steve Harrington probably has no idea what dnd is, but the drunk version is kind of a rapt audience.
He's just explaining about owlbears when Steve's voice, soft and sad, says "I just want someone to love me, you know?"
The admission renders Eddie speechless for a second, his chest fucking aching for the jock. He says "Oh, Stevie," knows he sounds too sad, is sure of it when Steve's nose wrinkles (it's cute; it's so fucking cute. Eddie hates himself for noticing).
Before he can backtrack, Steve slumps over, body going limp as he passes out. "Jesus H Christ," Eddie barks.
With a heavy sigh, and way too much fondness, Eddie stands. "Let's get you home, sweetheart."
He gathers Harrington up in his arms--dude is heavy--and carries him around to his van.
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Steve wakes up, head throbbing and tongue fuzzy, with no idea how he got home and into bed. Can't really recall anything after he stumbled outside, aside from talking to Eddie Munson. But maybe that was a dream? Either way, he's home, not really any worse for wear. It's enough to let him forget all about it; what's one drunken party in a life full of them?
That Wednesday, he opens his locker after the final bell, and a Hershey bar falls out. He picks it up, flipping it over to see a note on the foil wrapping, "thought you might need something sweet to cheer you up." It's not signed, and Steve slips it into his backpack, knowing he's got a silly smile on his handsome face.
The little gifts continue to show up once or twice a week. Candy, plastic vending machine toys, sketches of the school grounds, caricatures of classmates and teachers. Sometimes they even come with a note in handwriting he doesn't recognize.
Along with the little treats, he starts seeing Eddie Munson kind of everywhere. And it's not like Steve hadn't seen him before--guy was hard to miss--but he was never around this often. Wasn't around this often and he and Steve had never shared a smile, a quick bob of the head, a quiet hello.
It isn't long before they're talking. Nothing much, nothing serious. Complaining about teachers, about classmates; sharing weekend plans. Only now Steve can't pretend to not notice the way Eddie dimples up when he smiles, the subtle muscles that bunch under the sleeves of his Hellfire Club shirt, the long litheness of his legs. Steve knows he's attracted to other guys, it's just that he didn't realize he'd be attracted to Eddie.
The gifts keep coming. Once, he opens his locker to find a plastic ring fashioned into a golden crown and a note that says, "made me think of you, Stevie." There's something about the "Stevie" that catches deep in his brain, but he can't make it connect to anything.
A few months later, Steve opens his locker and pulls out a drawing. This one--it's of him. He's gazing out into space in a way that managers to be dreamy and wistful. The Steve in the drawing is lovely, and it makes something clench deep in his gut, that someone sees him like this.
Steve tries to be more aware of the people in his surroundings, to figure out who his admirer is. He's not very good at it, even as more sketches of him--all depicting him as a gorgeous, ethereal thing he definitely isn't--show up in his locker. Especially when, so often these days, the person he sees the most is Eddie.
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The presents in his locker continue into April, and would probably last until the end of the school year, but Steve's got a migraine starting. He keeps aspirin in his locker, gets a hall pass out of English to get some.
When he reaches his locker, though, someone is already there, with the door open. Someone in ripped black jeans, heavy black boots, a black leather jacket, and patch covered denim vest.
"Munson?" He asks. His heart beats so hard it reverberates in his ears, making it hard to hear.
Eddie jumps back, hands fluttering, face flushing bright red. "Ste--Harrington! I--uh--," he's backing up, his hands held out from his body, like he's pushing Steve away even though they aren't touching.
"Were you--?" Steve tries to ask, but the words won't quite come. There's familiar warmth low in his stomach, a twisting that has nothing to do with his impending migraine.
"I wasn't doing anything, I swear," Eddie says. He's breathing hard, eyes too bright, and Steve thinks he might be about to cry, but then the metalhead is turning away, starting to run.
"Eddie, wait!" Steve calls, chasing after him without much thought. "Please!"
Eddie doesn't stop until after they've crashed out one of the side exits, are alone outside.
"It was you? Leaving the--?"
Eddie nods, presses his hands to his eyes. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Harrington. I just--"
"Don't be sorry," Steve begs. "It's been--I liked it."
"Even now that you know they're coming from the freak?" Eddie spits. He still hides his face behind his hands.
"It's sort of been the best part of my year, if I'm being honest."
Only now does the metalhead remove his hands, blink back at Steve, dark eyes wide with shock. "Really?"
"Yeah. It made me feel-- important, I guess? Like, maybe someone saw me as something more than King Steve."
Eddie smiles now, looks down at the pavement. "I just didn't want you to think that you weren't--" he stops then, presses his mouth tight.
"Didn't want me to think what?"
"That you weren't loved, Stevie."
The statement hangs between them, Eddie's face pinking again, as the words wrap their way around Steve's heart. Loved. That he's loved. It clenches at every part of him, and he surrounds himself with the truth of it, what all those little presents were saying without words.
"Eddie, I--" he's overwhelmed by the gesture, the meaning, the reciprocal buzz in his chest, because Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson, loves him, and this fact is turning Steve's world on it's head in the best way.
"I'm sorry, Steve, really. Please don't hate me, or--or--"
"It means so much to me," Steve says, his voice a little broken. He reaches a hand out, slow, telegraphing the movement. "Can I?" He whispers.
Eddie nods, and Steve strokes the skin of his face with his thumb. "Thank you."
The metalhead nods, leaning into Steve's touch, they shift close, until their foreheads meet, until they share the same air. They stand that way for a while, long enough that they hear the bell ringing, and only then does Steve break their quiet. "Eds?"
"Yeah, Stevie?"
"You wanna hangout some time?"
Eddie laughs. "Yeah. I really, really do, sweetheart."
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eddies-ashtray · 1 year
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You Get Me Closer To God // Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
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Synopsis: Your best friend sleeps over.
WC: 2.3k
Category: Smut (18+).
Content: Friends to lovers, mean, pervy Eddie, dom/sub dynamics (?), virgin!reader, name calling (of the ‘whore’ & ‘slut’ variety), nice nicknames (of the ‘sweetheart’ & ‘baby’ variety), 1 dacryphilia mention, mocking, dumbification if you squint, humiliation kink ig, teasing, vaginal penetration without the use of a condom (don’t try this at home, folks), some hand-on-neck action + a squeeze but no actual choking, multiple orgasms, and Eddie referring to himself as ‘master’ a grand total of one (1) time! 
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You weren’t sure how it had happened, but your best friend was on top of you. His cock was hard against your thigh. His gentle breath was fanning across your face.
It was supposed to be a regular sleepover at your house. But then there had been this energy in the air. This tension. It wasn’t new, you’d felt it before. You’d felt it every night he’d slept in bed with you and hadn’t touched you. Every morning you woke up and felt his hardness against your ass, but pretended like it wasn’t there. But now, here he was, above you, his hand stuffed up your shirt, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You whimper weakly below him.
With only the low light of your nightlight in the corner of your bedroom, all you can see is his face. Those deep brown eyes staring intently into yours. Measuring your every movement, your every breath.
“Fuck, look at you,” Eddie says, pain lacing his tone. You shiver involuntarily at his words and gasp sharply when he tweaks your nipple meanly between his fingers. Wetness drips from your slick hole like it’s weeping, crying out for him. “I knew you were a virgin, but Christ, sweetheart, no one’s ever even groped your pretty tits before, have they?” Eddie asks rhetorically, squeezing your breast to emphasize his point.
Your resulting squeak is answer enough for him. You feel like you could cry, it’s all so overwhelming; his body weight on top of you–somehow menacing, but comforting all at once–, his rough hands groping you, his proximity, his scent, his words.
Tilting his head at you, Eddie coos at your pout, at the glassy quality of your eyes.
“You’re just a pathetic little virgin, huh? Too shy to tell me what you want. Bet you’d let me do anything I wanted to you. Isn’t that right, angel?”
Your face warms and you feel hot all over as your cunt throbs desperately. You would let him do anything he wanted to you. So you nod ever so slightly and Eddie’s brows knit together.
“Of course you would. Cause even though no one’s stuffed you full of cock yet, you’re just a desperate whore.”
Whining at his words, your back arches into his body, trying to get impossibly closer, trying to fuse as one.
“Yes,” You agree.
Eddie rolls his hips into yours and groans at the friction. He’s only in his boxers, that’s how he sleeps. Even when he’s in bed with you. He’s thick and long and you need him inside of you right now. You think you might die or explode or scream if he doesn’t stuff you full at this very moment. But you know he won’t. Because he wants to torture you. Wants to rile you up, make you cry. He’d told you so, confessed it to you in the darkness just before this all began.
“And because you’re a desperate whore, I bet your panties are soaked. I bet you’re drenched and leaking onto the sheets…Why don’t I check?”
Nodding vigorously, you beg, “Please, please.”
With that, his hand begins its slow descent down your body, his rough palm running down the length of your torso until he reaches the hem of your sleep shorts. Instead of sliding underneath them however, Eddie keeps his hand moving. You gasp as it passes over your mound, and then choke out a moan when his large hand cups your hot cunt, pressing into the soft material of your shorts and rubbing harshly.
“Oh, look at that. You soaked right through your shorts, baby. How pathetic,” Eddie teases, then leans down as he continues rubbing you harshly over your shorts. His mouth envelopes your nipple, sucking it into his mouth, nipping at it.
You whine underneath him, kicking your legs out in frustration.
“Eddie, please! I want-” But you can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. Not even now when he has you shaking beneath him from a simple hand over your sex.
His movements cease and his mouth releases your breast with a pop. Eddie stares up at you darkly, his eyes simmering in the low light.
“What was that?”
“I-I-” You stutter, unable to just say it.
Eddie removes his hand from you completely and you whine again, pout returning to your lips.
“Tell me or I leave you here, wet, and hot, and needing, while I go tug my cock in the bathroom,” He threatens, and you know he’s serious. Know that he would leave you here. Know that he would go straight to your bathroom, pull his cock free from his boxers, and you would be cursed to listen to the slick sound of his hand tugging at his cock until he came over his fist.
You huff like a petulant child, not wanting to have to say it. Not wanting to admit it aloud.
“Fine,” Eddie says, pushing himself off of you.
“Wait!” You whisper-shout in a panic. Eddie stops, but doesn’t lower himself back over you quite yet.
His brow quirks.
When you don’t say anything for a moment, Eddie says, “I’m waiting.”
Sighing and squeezing your eyes shut in complete humiliation, you will the words to leave your mouth.
“I need your–your cock,” You say, whispering the final word far quieter than the first three.
Eyes still squeezed shut, you can’t tell what Eddie’s reaction had been. But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t say anything. So, you open one of your eyes slowly, trying to sneak a peak at him.
“Say it again,” Eddie demands when your one eye finds his. “Louder. Eyes open.”
You open your other eye. Eddie holds eye contact, tilts his head at you expectantly.
Drawing in a breath, you muster all the courage in your body to try and say it again.
“I need your cock.”
Eddie’s lips quirk up in a smirk as he lowers himself back onto you and leans in closely, down by your ear; so close his lips graze the sensitive skin of your lobe.
“Good girl.”
You huff, frustrated by his teasing, but your belly burns with lust, betraying the air of annoyance you’re trying to give off.
“But first… I wanna play with this sweet, little cunt.”
You barely have time to register his words, to allow them to sink in and affect you before Eddie is tearing your shorts down your legs in one quick motion and literally tearing your panties in two. Just as quickly, his nimble fingers are drawing slick up from the leaking well of your hole, all the way up to your throbbing clit.
Your arms fly to his shoulders, longing for something to hold onto. “Fuck!”
“There you go, sweetheart. I know it feels good, let it out,” Eddie encourages as his index finger rubs a harsh pattern against the hard little button.
“Mmph!” You squeak, slamming your eyes shut and shoving your face into your shoulder. It feels so much better than your own fingers, so much better than when you shamefully rub the little nub to thoughts of your long-haired, ring-wearing, metal-obsessed best friend until you soak your panties with your cum.
“Nuh-uh, give me your eyes, baby. Give me your eyes, or I stop.”
Reluctantly, you open your eyes, but can’t bring yourself to tilt your head so you’re face-to-face with the man who’s touching you. When you don’t do as you’re told, Eddie’s free hand comes up from its place on your hip where he was holding you down to grip your face meanly, squashing your cheeks together and forcing you to look him in the eyes.
Your mouth falls open in a wanton moan, brows knitted together at the pleasure-pain, at his meanness. Eddie mocks you, his mouth dropping open with an embarrassing imitation of the sound that just left you. It just makes you wetter, makes you gush over his fingers as they speed up over your clit.
“G-gonna cum!”
“Aw, how cute,” Eddie coos. “Can’t even last a full five minutes with my fingers on this sweet little button.”
And you can’t. His mean teasing is what shoves you over the edge. What has you pushing your head back into the pillow below your head while little pops of light explode behind your eyelids. While tension uncoils in your belly and your hole clenches pathetically around nothing.
Heaving in great breaths as you come down, Eddie continues his assault on your clit. You whine, shrinking away from his touch. But Eddie doesn’t stop.
“Too sensitive,” You whine, pouting up at him.
“Don’t care. Wanna see you cum again,” Eddie demands, leaning down to kiss and suck marks into your neck. You gasp at the sting of pain before Eddie soothes over the mark with his tongue. The sensation makes you shiver.
“Can I-can I at least have your cock?” You ask, still trembling, and you have no idea where the confidence to say this came from, but it halts his movements, and Eddie pulls back to look you in the face. He eyes you with curiosity.
His free hand comes up from your hip once again, rising goosebumps over your belly and your chest, before stopping at the base of your throat. Ever so slowly, his hand wraps around your neck, and he squeezes gently once. Your eyes are pleading, but confused. Curious.
“Okay,” Eddie replies simply.
His answer surprises you. You were expecting him to mock you or outright say no and continue rubbing your sensitive clit.
“But you owe me two more orgasms now,” Eddie conditions, and you swallow harshly. Of course his answer had come with a price.
You’ve never cum more than once, how are you supposed to give him two more? But you can’t resist; your hole clenching around nothing when you’d cum had made you want to cry. You’ve never felt so empty in your life. So, you agree. And the second you do, Eddie is shoving his boxers down and pushing your legs apart, lining himself up with your slick entrance.
He doesn’t push in right away though. He paints his pink tip up your messy cunt and rubs it harshly into your clit, causing you to whimper in pleasure-pain.
Sniffling, you beg, “Please, Eddie. Want it inside.”
“You just look so cute like this, though. Clenching around nothing, a sticky mess of your own cum. You’re too sweet for your own good.”
“But-” Before you can finish the rest of your complaint, Eddie grips himself at the base and guides his cock down to your weeping hole, pushing just the leaking tip inside. You gasp in shock.
Then, he pushes in all the way, stuffs you so full you can’t remember where you end and he begins. And it hurts. But not as much as you thought it might. Just a little pressure, a slight pinch. But you’re wet enough that he just slides in easily, and the sound. Oh, God, the sound! It’s slick and dirty and so delicious.
Eddie groans at the perfect slide, at the velvety feeling of your walls around him, so tight, little stars appear in his vision. His arms are braced by your head, causing his hair to become a curtain around you, unable to see anything else but him. Unable to feel anything else but him.
His thrusts are slow and so, so deep. He reaches a place inside of you you hadn’t known existed before tonight.
Your hands come up around his neck and tangle in his hair at the base of his neck.
“You like being full, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, bringing his hand up to brush the sweat off your brow.
“Y-yes…Oh, God,” You moan when his thrusts become harder. Not any faster, just harder, slamming right into a glorious spot inside of you. “There! Right there!”
“Oh, that’s it, huh? There you go…I know, baby, I got you,” He says, repeatedly thrusting in at the same rhythm and angle, hitting that wonderful spot every single time. Then, he brings one of his hands down and starts to toy with your clit again. Most of the sensitivity you had felt earlier is gone now. It only intensifies your pleasure.
“Fuck! Feels good.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum again?”
“Mhm, please!”
“Okay, sweet thing, okay,” Eddie consoles, far sweeter than before as he continues rubbing your clit. And it feels good, but something is missing. And you’re so far gone by now that you feel no shame when you say: “Want you to be mean again. Please.”
Chucking darkly, Eddie applies more pressure into your clit and you nearly scream.
“Now that’s pathetic. You’re just a dumb slut who needs to be bullied in order to cum, is that it?”
“Yes!” You admit.
Eddie’s thrusts become quicker now as his thumb flies over your clit. He moans, head falling into the crook of your neck, trying his hardest not to cum just yet.
“Cum for me then. Cum for your master like the good, stupid slut you are,” Eddie demands in a strained voice, his hips crashing into yours with a force that shoves you further up the bed.
It’s that which pushes you over. His meanness and his dirty pace and rhythm. Cumming for the second time tonight, your ears ring and you can’t even hear yourself whining as you gush all over his cock, clenching around him, feeling deliciously full of him.
Vaguely, after a moment, you hear Eddie’s voice. Something like, such a good girl, did so well. Slowly, you come back to the world, and you can feel him inside of you still. Still hard.
Eddie is stroking your cheek softly with his clean thumb.
“There she is,” He says when your eyes finally focus on him. You smile lazily up at him, drunk on his cock. “Feelin’ good?”
“Mhm,” You hum, totally blissed out, ready to pass out right this second.
“Good. Cause we’re gonna do it again. Because you, my sweet thing, owe me one more.”
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lihhelsing · 6 months
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cw: domestic abuse and mentions of violence
Eddie Munson is the most infamous hitman in Chicago. Everyone knows of him and if you ever feel like getting rid of someone he’s who you should hire.
Enters mob boss Tommy Hagan.
He hires Eddie for a delicate job, one that gets Eddie doing home visits for Tommy, something he doesn’t usually do. There he meets Tommy’s fiance, Steve Harrington.
Steve is… Addictive. Eddie couldn't take his eyes off of him, even if he tried.
And he doesn’t really feel like trying because Steve is sweet, gorgeous, everything Eddie ever wanted but could never have.
Steve might be a househusband, but he knows a lot about Tommy's business and the people he makes deals with, so under the pretense of researching his target, Eddie starts spending time with Steve.
Tommy keeps a bunch of archives in his home and he asks Steve to personally help Eddie through all of that while he's dealing with other shit. Steve is more than happy to comply, enjoying the distraction - and the company.
It doesn't take long for Eddie to realize there's something wrong happening between Tommy and Steve. Tommy keeps the facade of a good soon-to-be husband, brings Steve's flowers and gifts every time he goes out, but Eddie has never seen Steve out of the house.
He's seen Steve asking their house staff to get groceries and things like that but he always just assumed Steve preferred not to leave the house. Now...
Eddie starts to see that what he thought was a good, perfect relationship doesn't seem that perfect anymore. He sees the bags under Steve's eyes whenever Tommy greets Eddie in a bad mood. He sees the underlying tension in Steve's shoulders whenever Tommy walks into the room.
He sees the bruises, too.
The decision is made before Eddie can even think it through, and he is willing to risk his reputation, his work, and his life if it means getting Steve out of this.
But he’s not the only one with secrets and things won’t be as simple as just killing Tommy and walking away.
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hellfire--cult · 22 days
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💗 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 - 𝙧𝙤𝙚'𝙨 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣
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eddie munson x fem!reader
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For @carolmunson's eddie munson event that you can find here!
Prompt and plot: A romantic night at the trailer that holds a twist at the end of the story that seals the fate and future of you two - filled with fluff, yearning, established relationship and eddie munson shenanigans
a/n: it doesn't really have the stranger things lore, but this is just Eddie, normal goofy Eddie. taggin people here if they are interested to participate @andvys @lofaewrites @taintedcigs
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THE BOY IS MINE
You were whistling while moving around in the small kitchen, the water already boiling for the pasta you were going to make for today’s dinner. You were finishing off the cake on the counter, tongue poking out as you squeezed the piping bag to create swirls with the vanilla frosting oozing out. 
It wasn’t the best, but it was something. Tomorrow was Wayne’s birthday after all, and you wanted everything to be perfect when he returns from work in the morning. You finished, not noticing a bit of frosting was on your nose, and you dragged the cake into the fridge. The sounds around Forest Hills were the same as always, someone laughing at a sitcom on the TV, teenagers laughing in the back, but then at one point, the park became silent at night.
It was bliss compared to your life before meeting Eddie.
That comedic charismatic boy back in high school who got on the cafeteria tables to state the most mundane things, catching everyone’s attention, including yours. Fate brought you two together, and you found out he was not… as charismatic as you first believed he was. At least not entirely natural.
But that made you stick to him like glue, and he always reminded you that he couldn’t believe you paid attention to him. That was five years ago, and now, leaving your messy luxurious life behind, you are happily dancing in the kitchen to the sound of Rock the Casbah. At the same time, you throw the pasta in the boiling water and grab the can of prepared marinara sauce so that you can heat it in a pan. 
The door slowly opened and you turned to see Eddie walking in with a tired look on his face, your heart skipped a beat but you decided to keep dancing, turning the sound up. His eyes meet your face and you smile at him and his dimples start to form, his bright teeth shine through, his eyebrows perking up as he rushes towards you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close, swaying his hips with yours, greeting you with a shower of kisses all over your face, successfully cleaning your nose.
“How is my queen doing?” He asked with a huge smile after he left saliva all over your face. His hair was messy, and it was pretty noticeable that he wore your scrunchie at work because of the dents here and there. He had a bit of dirt on his nose so you licked your thumb and softly wiped it away and he hummed in approval.
“Making dinner… How was work?” And at your question, he rolled his head in a circle while groaning loudly. 
“If I have to explain to Eugene how to change oil one more time, I will commit arson darling– Seriously, you will have to help me hide a body with the way things are going.” He sighed while pulling away from you so you could swirl the pasta in the pot and mix a little bit of spices into the sauce. 
“You know I would completely do it, you just tell me when to buy the acid.” A giggle escaped your lips and he smiled while approaching you from behind, pressing a kiss on the back of your exposed neck. You sighed in delight and then you turned your head with a smile on your face, receiving a kiss on the lips from him. Soft, tender, caring, just like he always does with you, your heart soaring towards the roof of the trailer, and if it could, it would go towards the moon.
“This is why I love you.” You gave him another soft peck, turning back towards the food. He kept the kisses, one after the other on the skin of your neck, a shiver running down your spine as your body started to rise in temperature. He always riled you up whenever he could, and now more so than before.
“Eddie, baby, I love you too but if you don’t stop we’re gonna have a problem… and I’m hungry.” You heard him chuckle as he let go of you, going towards the fridge and opening it to gasp in surprise.
“HOLY SHIT! Look at that darling! Wayne is gonna go crazy with this.” He was giddy, doing a little jump in his place and you giggled at his childish act, yet so endearing. Your eyes widened when you saw him already poking his hand in.
“Don’t mess up my frosting! It took a while!” He shook his head with a pout as he closed the fridge’s door, rushing towards you to grab onto your free hand and raise your arm up as he started kissing from wrist to shoulder, making you laugh in your place, wiggling with his touch.
“You are the best thing, a gift from above, how lucky it is I for having thee in my life!” His voice was squeaky, high pitched, yet adorable in every way possible, that comedic side of him that never left him, despite it all. Despite adulthood, despite the hard times the two of you are going through.
“Shut up! Prepare the table and get the fancy glasses my liege.” You joked as he let go of your arm, squinting at you, a soft ‘ha ha’ leaving his mouth.
“I ran out of those, are cups of your interest your majesty?” He mimicked and you straightened up while taking the sauce out of the stove so it wouldn’t overboil.
“I guess I can be flexible. Just for now.” He smiled, reaching out on his cupboards to start preparing the coffee table for your dinner. Your stomach growled and growled in desperate need of substance and you were getting irritated at the damn noodles in the pot that just needed two more minutes. You bent down with a groan as you opened the cabinet under the sink to take the colander out. 
Eddie walked back into the kitchen in two steps and looked into the pot. With a fork he fetched one single noodle out and held it in between his fingers, slamming it against his wall and seeing it stick, a proud smile on his face while you were already glaring at him. The back of the stove is definitely filled with noodles that fell after Eddie’s test.
“What? I checked and they are done!” He gave your forehead a kiss and grabbed the colander out of your hands and put it on the sink. You whined as you looked at your empty hands and back at him.
“I can–” 
“Put the drinks on the table baby.” You sighed and rolled your eyes as you opened the fridge to take the Pepsi and water out. You walked towards the living room and placed the bottles on the coffee table where Eddie already placed two cups and two forks. 
You looked towards your boyfriend who was cursing under his breath while moving the pot with worn-out kitchen gloves towards the colander and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw all the steam engulf him as he strained the noodles. Your boyfriend that sometimes works on weekends in order to make a few more extra dollars. Your boyfriend who stays extra hours for a little more in his paycheck, and all you do is make dinner for him and breakfast for Wayne, making you feel a little… useless. But Eddie wouldn’t let you help with work at all, not for now.
You walked back towards him to prepare the plates filled with pasta, your mouth salivating even more as Eddie did small jumps next to you with excitement. You were laughing at him, handing him his plate as you two walked towards the couch and finally sat down to have your peaceful dinner. 
You devoured your plate in one second almost, and Eddie often told you to slow down with a laugh on his lips as he wiped the sauce off the corners of your mouth. You were smiling as you talked to him about your day, which wasn’t much, but it was something. You met with Robin, bought a few things you needed, bought the ingredients for the cake, and returned home to clean the house. 
“And that is how I want you. Calm, at least for now.” He said with a fond smile as he finished his plate of food, you frowned at him and then looked at your plate and then back at him.
“Eds… Am I getting fat? Like too fat? More than what it should be?” The question was out of nowhere, yet it was always in the back of your mind, nagging like a needle in the middle of your nape. Always finishing your plates at record speed, eating more than usual… His eyebrows went downwards into a frown as he shook his head. 
“What? Don’t say that, you know it’s not even true.” He replied with a soft tone in his voice and a fond look in his eyes that always sparkled whenever he looked at you… even after all these years.
“So, you like me like this?” You asked with a bit of shyness and he wiggled his eyebrows at you in a playful manner, and you already knew that he was going to say something ‘Eddie’.
“Well I prefer no clothes, but this is fine too–” And you threw a cushion up his head, making his head bob to the side, his mop of curls bouncing as he laughed, putting the cushion on his other side before looking back at you again. “I love you baby, in your entirety. I’m yours and always will be.” 
You smiled at him, and your worries vanished in a second, leaning over to place a kiss on his lips, electricity flowing through the both of you as if it were the first time you ever kissed. That kiss that happened after graduation, behind the bleachers, the two of you finally leaving the games behind and falling blindly into one another. 
Eddie pulled away with a big smack of the lips and you giggled at him as you turned to take a sip of your Pepsi while Eddie glanced at the small notebook on the corner of the table. He grinned widely an ‘OH’ escaping his lips, as if he remembered something, making you raise an eyebrow at him.
“What is that smile for?”
“I almost forgot, damn– Lemme– Cause I was talking to Henderson on the phone at work today cause I had THE BIGGEST idea for next campaign…” He reached out for the notebook and the pen, opening it, a list of names filling the small pages and he went to the very last one and wrote the name down, making you peek, a scrunch of your nose immediately happening on your face with disgust.
“Killiath!? What kind of name is that!?” 
“The name of a warrior babe!” He smiled at you, teeth showing, dimples forming as he pointed at the name he wrote, curls bobbing up and down as he explained with dramatic hands. “It is fantastic, imagine, it’s the perfect name because who would mess with someone named Killiath!?”
“We don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl yet, Eds!” You whined at him and he laughed, putting the notebook on the table again. A notebook that is filled with a bunch of names that the two of you have been writing down for the arrival of a new Munson in the family. It wasn’t planned, but not unwelcome. 
Nothing is unwelcome with Eddie and he feels the same about you.
Eddie has been working his ass off since he graduated so he could buy a new place for the two of you, but now he worked even harder with the extra hours and shifts to reach that goal before the baby is born… and he is extremely close.
“It can be neutral! Killiath sounds pretty badass, you can’t deny that.” You giggled at his childishness, shaking your head at him.
“Did Dustin talk you into this?” 
“You know, Harrington asked me the same thing. I don’t know what’s wrong with Killiath.”
You shook your head as you rubbed your belly, but a fond smile of pure happiness was on your lips. The trailer was already a bit messy with all the baby things you started buying, everything that you could find on sale, and stuff that was donated from from Karen Wheeler and Claudia Henderson. Joyce Byers cooperated with an old strolled that was still sturdy even after so many years.
Even Gareth, Jeff, and Grant bought things for the baby, lots of ‘Rock n Roll’ clothes. They said they couldn’t wait to see if the child would turn out to be a musician like his father or a writer like yourself. You worked at the Hawkin’s Post before getting pregnant, and Eddie immediately told you to quit because that place, misogynistic as fuck, stressed you to levels you’ve never felt before, and the obstetrician advised to avoid any kind of stress for the baby.
Ever since then, you had time to write a lot, and having Eddie Munson as a boyfriend helped your imagination flow like water. Hopefully, when the baby is born, you can finally put out your very first book, and Eddie said he would be right next to you every step of the way, just like he always promised you. Life was sweet, even with the unexpected turn, and you wouldn’t change it for anything in the entire world.
“Everything Eds… Every fucking thing.” And your boyfriend pouted as he cursed under his breath in a small voice and a stomp of his boot.
“You’re no fun.”
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a/n: i just know eddie would be the happiest to have a kid, and try to give him everything he couldn't have when growing up.
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Desperate times
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Warnings: fingering, humping, eating pussy, names (baby, darling, mommy, eds), cumming in boxers, aftercare, slightly needy Eddie, nap
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It had been about a week since Eddie last saw you. A week without sloppy making out and a week without sex. God, it was a nightmare for him.
So, as soon as you entered that damn trailer door, he grabbed you and hurried you into the bedroom. The look in his eyes was desperate and a deep lust.
He was quick with undressing you, ripping some of your clothes in the process. He pressed sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your chest until he reached what he wanted. You didn't feel it, but you knew he was rock hard inside his tight jeans and boxers.
Quickly ripping off your panties, he immediately started lapping at your cunt. Sticking 2 fingers inside your entrance, he thrusted them inside you until he found that one spongey spot inside you.
You arched your back as he repeatedly massaged your g-spot, working quickly to make you cum.
As he massaged your spot, he sucked on your clit and groped your tits. He seemed desperate to taste your cum on his tongue.
Luckily for him, his fingers and tongue were both incredibly skilled at making you feel pure bliss and ecstasy.
Though, this time was different. White filled your vision as you went into a state of bliss. Eddie worked you through your orgasm as you went into subspace.
After a few minutes, you came back to reality and noticed Eddie desperately humping your thigh. "Sorry, baby.. you've just.. been gone for WAY too long." He groaned between subby moans and whimpers.
He groaned and whimpered as he picked up his speed, looking like he wasn't too far away from cumming. You understood that you had been away for longer than you thought, so you let him.
He was just like that sometimes. Switching from a dom to a sub after you've come for him. You were pretty used to it by now. And it was so hot to see, too.
What did surprise you was what happened when he came. "Mommy." He moaned as he came inside his boxers, collapsing on top of you and panting heavily.
You snuggled close to him as he came down from his high. The two of you had missed each other like hell, even though it had just been a week. So you just held him close and made sure he was comfortable.
"Love you.. so, so much, Eds." You said, kissing his cheek and running your hands through his long, messy curls. "Love you too, baby. I was going nuts. You know that, right? I missed you so damn much."
You nodded. "Yeah, I know, darling.. sorry I didn't tell you I was gonna come home so late." You murmured, smiling down at him as he laid his head against your chest. "It's okay. Sorry if I seemed needy. The week without you was hell."
You chuckled. "Yeah, I get it.."
"You don't think I'm weird because I'm so attached, do you?" He asked nervously, hoping he didn't bother you with how needy and clingy he was at times. "Of course not.. I love that you're like that." You smiled, kissing his forehead gently.
"You do?" He seemed shocked by this. It was nice to know that his clingy nature wasn't something you found off-putting. "You really like how clingy and needy I sometimes am?"
You nodded. "I love how clingy and needy you are.. especially after sex.. it just shows that you love me." You said. "So my clingyness is seen more as affection rather than some annoying thing?" He asked, hopeful that that's how it was interpreted as. "Yeah." You confirmed, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.
The thought genuinely made him happy. He was scared that all his love might have been overbearing on you. "You have no idea how happy that makes me." He looked up at you, a giant smile on his face.
You smiled right back at him. "Now.. mind taking a nap? And no, you're not leaving his bed. You're gonna cuddle with me." You said, knowing he'd ask to cuddle you as you slept. "Yes, ma'am." He said, not fighting you at all this time. He had the energy taken out of him from how hard he pleasured you. But it didn't bother him at all this time. He actually felt oddly content being so tired afterward. And you know he was loving every second of this. Being the big spoon for you is one of his favorite things to do.
After a minute of him gently spooning you and holding your hand, you drifted off to sleep. One of the things Eddie knew how to do best was aftercare. And he knew it.
He was so used to aftercare. The two of you had done it dozens and dozens of times. It was a very natural part of the routine that followed the sex.
Eddie stayed awake the whole time, just to make sure you were okay and that you didn't mind his touch. Plus, this was one of his favorite positions that you two took during aftercare: him as the big spoon. And he'd always loved it.
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dazed-nymphsss · 2 years
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⋆·˚ ༘ *𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞
┕━» eddie munson x fem!reader
❕warnings❕: aftercare, mentions of smut and kinda smut but not really, fluffy fluff, adult-themed so NO MINORS
a/n: this is kinda booty but lol here you go<3
『•• aftercare with eddie <3 ••』
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is it the bridge between worlds that makes you feel alone? — no face, haley henderix
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You collapsed on your stomach with a huff, your breath labored, your hair sticking every which way from your lover's treatment. You were exhausted, floating away in that all-too-familiar headspace Eddie seemed to like so much.
Sounding out a whine as you felt his hand where he had cum all over you, collecting some of the mess and placing it up to your lips, "Open" was all he said, and you complied.
You suckled his fingers, that salty after-taste seeping into your tongue as he chuckled at our hazed state. He had really done a number on you this time around, driving you practically to the point of insanity.
And he knew it was time to give back.
"Good girl," he praised, before disappearing once again out of your vision.
You laid there, your back to the ceiling as you took deep breaths, trying to level yourself out, but your mind was too fucked out to even comprehend anything around you other than him.
Suddenly, you felt his hand smoothing up your spine.
"Come on, get up, we have to get you cleaned so then you don't go to bed all sticky."
"Nooooo," you mumbled into the fabric of the pillowcase, "'m too tired."
He knew that at this point, you weren't getting up, not by yourself at least, and slipped his arms under you before flipping you over, and lifting you in his arms.
You were fussy at the prospect of being moved, burning your head in his chest as he carried you to the bathroom, setting you down on the closed toilet seat.
The absence of his warmth caused much protest with you, making you grab his hand as you tried to keep your balance on top of the worn-down appliance.
"I'm right here, baby, see? Turning on some hot water for you so we can get you all cleaned up. Then we can sleep, honey, promise."
His words consoled you for the time being, but you still felt your brain float around in that dumb little headspace and the comfort he desperately attempted to instill in you was short-lived.
Thankfully, the water was warm by then.
He gently slipped the two of you in the tub as it filled up, the warm water soothing your shaking muscles, Eddie holding you up against him as you slowly felt yourself come back.
"You with me, baby?" he asked, almost unsure, but his uncertainty melted away like candle wax when he heard you speak up, your words less slurred.
"Yeah. I'm here,"
He took that as a solid enough answer, taking some soap and lathering it in a loofah.
This is when you started laughing, full-chested guffaws that left Eddie speechless.
"What so funny?" he questioned, cocking his head like a confused puppy.
"You, Eddie Munson, own a loofah?" you giggled.
"Hey, this thing actually gets the job done. And, shut up, you're the one getting cleaned with it," he argued, coasting the bright orange loofah across the expanse of your thighs.
You let out a playful 'mhm' as he continued to clean you, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder as you closed your eyes, letting your senses take over.
Sure, you were going to smell like Old Spice body wash in the morning, but at the cost of some of the most amazing sex you had ever had, you were willing to smell like Old Spice for the rest of your life.
After he had finished cleaning you up, he wrapped you up in one of the fluffiest towels he owned while he drained the tub. You waddled into Eddie's room, you rifled through some of the shirts in his drawer, and settled on an Iron Maiden shirt, a skeleton smiling grimly on the front of it.
By the time Eddie had made it back to the bedroom, you were clocked out, asleep on his mattress, small snores leaving you. His expression softened as he climbed into bed with you, covering you up with the duvet.
He held you close to him in a comforting, cozy embrace as he finally felt himself succumb to sleep.
The two of you drifted off, sated, and more importantly, in each other's arms.
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Steve sees how nervous Eddie makes you, and it gives him an idea...
CW:| 8.4k | 18+!!! domsub dynamic, dom!Eddie, daddy!Steve, Master , Sir, bratty reader, sub reader, fem reader , rough rough mean! Eddie, degradation (slut whore) , face slapping, choking, spit?, oral (m receiving), perv? Steve, p in v sex, lots of pet names because I hate "y/n"
AN: Inspired by this post ! I kind of view this as a precursor to my entire Steddie! writing universe.. I hope you all love it as much as I do. As always, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated and welcome. - Vi
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Together 
“You’re sure?” Steve asks, his eyes on you as you slip your skirt on over your lace thong. Your top half is clad in a strappy red bustier, your tits practically spilling out over the flimsy material. 
You nod at your boyfriend. “I’m sure Stevie. Are you sure?” you reply, putting the collared sweater on over your top. 
The boy nods, biting his lip as you walk toward him, standing between his legs as he sits on his bed. You comb your hand through his hair, smiling down at him. His hands reach up under your skirt, grabbing your ass.
“He’ll be here soon, let’s go downstairs,” he says, giving you a light smack before getting up, grabbing your hand and guiding you downstairs. 
It had all started just a few weeks ago. Steve had noticed when you came to surprise him while he was at work. -
“Hi baby,” Steve says as you approach the counter. “What’s this?” He asks as you hand him the coffee you brought to surprise him. 
“Just thought you could use a pick me up,” You smile at your boy. You were planning on running in and kissing him all over, but there was someone else blocking your way.
“You’re the best baby, thank you,” Steve smiles back at you, taking the coffee and kissing your cheek. “Oh, yeah baby you know Eddie,” Steve says, remembering the boy in front of him dressed in all black. 
Your cheeks heat up at the way Eddie looks at you, unashamedly looking your body up and down as he flips a lighter around in his hand. You didn’t know Eddie well, but knew that he and Steve have gotten closer over the past year or so. He didn’t scare you necessarily, but he did make you a little nervous. He’s intimidating, with his dark style and obscure interests, and every time he looked at you, it always felt like he was seeing right through you. 
“Yeah. H-hi,” you stutter, stumbling over your words slightly. 
Eddie’s smirk is wolffish as he notices your nerves. “Hi,” he chuckles at your shyness. “It’s okay, I don’t bite.”
“That’s a lie,” Steve scoffs and your eyes flick to him quickly. You’re no angel, but Steve rarely talks or jokes about sex with anyone while you’re there- he’s typically very protective and private…
“Wouldn’t you like to know Harrington,” Eddie winks at him. Your core tightens as the two boys seemingly flirt in front of you. You look at Steve, a blush coating your cheeks at the interaction, but he just shrugs before he has to turn his attention to a different customer at opposite end of the counter. 
Then, just a few days later, you lazily walked down the stairs at Steve’s house.  It was late, and you had just woken up after you had fallen asleep doing homework on his bed. And when you realized Steve wasn’t still in bed with you, you decided to get up and go find him. 
“Steve?” you ask, seeing the downstairs light on. You walk down tentatively, wearing only one of his big shirts and your underwear. 
“Down here sweetie,” Steve calls back to you, and as you round the corner you realize he isn’t alone. 
You are met with a grinning Steve and Eddie, sitting next to each other casually on the couch as a horror movie of some sort plays quietly in the background.
You stop in your tracks, suddenly feeling very exposed. “Oh uh- s sorry I’ll change,” you say, about to turn back up the stairs. 
But Eddie’s voice rings out , stopping you in your tracks “Don’t change on my account,” he says. “I  don’t mind.”
“Yeah honey come sit, it’s okay,” Steve adds, waving you over to him. 
You look at your boyfriend questioningly, unused to him being so comfortable with you being exposed in front of his friends. But it seems like his relationship with Eddie is…different. You walk toward them slowly, feeling their eyes on you. You land in front of the couch where they’re both man-spreading, creating little to no space for you to join them. 
Eddie looks from you to Steve as you shift awkwardly in front of them. “She’s so pretty Steve,” Eddie says, and your eyes widen. Your nerves are buzzing through your body, mixed with an unknown excitement at being looked at like prey by the two men. 
“She is isn’t she?” Steve replies . He grabs your hand gently and pulls you to sit on his lap. You shift so you’re half on him, half off, one knee slightly brushing Eddie’s, and it makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. Your heart flutters slightly and a tinge of guilt enters your brain, but it clears as you feel Steve’s semi-hard on beneath you.
“What do you say when someone compliments you?” Steve asks, his voice low in your ear. You look at him nervously, his dominance coming through in front of the other boy. You feel weak. 
“Th-Thank you,” you whisper, before turning to curl your face into Steve, hiding. 
“Aw, and you’ve taught her manners. Such a good girl,” Eddie taunts, his voice condescending as he talks down to you. It’s different than when Steve says it. Steve is always so sweet and loving, but how Eddie says it is…almost rude, patronizing. And it makes you melt. The way they are talking to and about you, so condescending and casual, makes you start to slip down into a cloudy headspace - one you’re only used to being in with Steve.
“Did you need something sweetie?” Steve asks you softly. You shake your head into his neck. “Jus’ wanted to see where you were,” you admit. 
Steve kisses your forehead. “Okay honey. Then go back upstairs and let Daddy finish talking with his friend,” he says, moving you so you’re standing up again. 
Your breath hitches at the use of his title in front of the other boy. Your heart is pounding as you look at Eddie, who’s watching you with a devilish grin. You stand there, dumbfounded by the dynamic in the room, and so horribly turned on. 
Then, Eddie sits up, his boots shifting on the ground by the couch. “Didn’t you hear him? Go Upstairs,” he demands, his voice unwavering and strong. You’re shocked, unmoving. 
“Now,” Eddie commands, and it stirs you out of your frozen state. You nod quickly and nearly run up the stairs, both slightly frightened, and extremely flustered. You end up back in Steve’s room, your back against the door as you find yourself trying to catch your breath 
What just happened? 
-
You end up falling back asleep in Steve’s big bed, your mind drifting to thoughts of Steve…and Eddie. You almost feel guilty, but you also can’t help the burning feeling you have that Steve was doing this to you on purpose. 
You’re startled by Stevie coming to cuddle next to you in bed. 
“Hi Honey,” he whispers in the dim light, kissing your neck. 
“Mmmm, hi,” you hum, turning to face him. 
Steve smiles at your sleepy face. “Thank you for being so good for me earlier,” he says, moving some of your hair behind your ear. 
“Of course,” you reply. “Was a little surprised but…I kind of liked it,” you admit. But Steve already knew that. He knows you, knows what you like, knows what you might like. His smile grows. 
He sits up taller, guiding you to do the same. 
“I have..an idea,” he starts. He’s a little hesitant, and it makes you nervous. You look at him expectantly, grabbing his hand in encouragement. 
“Well,” he says, taking his lip between his teeth. “You know you’re mine, right baby?” He asks. 
You nod. 
“And when something is yours, you get to decide what to do with it,” Steve continues. Your heart is pounding, unsure of where he’s leading this. 
“And I want to lend you to Eddie.”
Your stomach drops. Lend you to Eddie? Meaning…
“He likes to play like we do, but he’s a little rougher. And I thought it would be nice to lend him my good little girl to play with. I know you’ve wanted to brat a little more and it’s hard in our dynamic…I’ll be there too to watch,” Steve explains. Your brain can barely process what he’s suggesting, but the heat in your cheeks , and between your legs, is telling. 
Steve observes you, taking in your flustered expression. “Is that something you’d like to do?” He asks. And you know that if you said no, he’d respect it- drop it completely. 
But you’re tempted. You can’t believe it’s even a possibility. And the thought of Steve watching while Eddie….
You nod, biting your lip as your eyes search Steve’s for confirmation. He takes your hands in his, squeezing tightly. “Y-yes,” you breathe out. “I think I’d like that a lot.”
A smirk spreads across his handsome face. “Good girl.”
-
And that’s how you ended up here, walking downstairs to await Eddie’s arrival to your “movie night”, or as Steve called it, your play date with the metal head. 
Steve had told Eddie of your hard limits, and explained the nature of your dynamic - how you’re a little bratty, very subby, and that you refer to him as Daddy. He let Eddie in on your nature, the way you react to certain things, some of what you two have explored and what you are interested in exploring more…He gave Eddie the full scope of your dynamic, and was excited to let him corrupt you even more.
You sit on the couch patiently, watching Steve as he disappears into the kitchen. Your heart is racing in anticipation. Your teeth are etched into your lip, biting as you try not to let your brain wander too far into what could possibly occur tonight. That’s when you hear it -
A knock on the door. 
Your head turns quickly at the sound, the knock ringing through the silent house. “Answer it baby,” Steve instructs you, poking his head from around the corner. 
You get up slowly, your legs feeling shaky with nerves. You’re not sure what to expect- you’ve never interacted with Eddie much by yourself, and you know Steve is here too but it’s still intimidating. You try to steady your breathing as your hand reaches for the door.
You open it slowly, revealing Eddie in all black, a flimsy black backpack with him. 
He’s smiling that wolffish grin at you, seeming to have little to no nerves about the situation at hand. His frame naturally towers over yours, and the darkness of his eyes adds makes your breathing stop. Your hand is clutching the doorknob, steadying yourself. 
“Hi little thing,” he smirks at you. “Aren’t you going to invite me in to play?” 
Your cheeks heat up and your eyes find your feet in embarrassment. You hear a small shuffle behind you and turn to see Steve watching the interaction , leaning against the wall. His presence calms you some, and his nod gives you the confidence to let Eddie in. 
“S-sorry. Hi Eddie,” you smile meekly at the tall boy, moving so he can walk past you into the house. You close the door behind him, locking it promptly. 
“It’s okay. You’ll learn,” he says confidently, sauntering past you and Steve, into the living room. 
Your eyes lock with Steve again. “You okay?” he mouths, checking in on you. 
You give him a silent, quick nod. You wanted to do this. And Steve wanted it too. You force your legs to move, guiding you into the living room where you see Eddie sitting on the couch. 
He’s man-spread, elbows on his knees as he watches you, waits for you. His gaze sends a warmth to your core, your nerves tumbling around and already starting to turn you on. 
You approach him and stand with your hands behind your back, your feet rubbing against each other in your white socks. “Can I get you something to drink?” you ask, your voice coming out barely above a whisper. You curse yourself for not being able to speak up, your nerves apparent.
A quirked smirk grows on Eddie’s face. His eyes flick behind you to Steve standing not too far away, observing the interaction. 
“No, thank you sweetheart,” Eddie responds. You move to sit next to him on the couch, unsure how close to sit to him, but as soon as your bum hits the couch, you’re stopped. 
“Ah - ah. No,” Eddie says, a hand coming to wrap around your wrist. His touch is cold, the rings on his fingers heavy and pressing against your skin. 
“Kneel,” he demands, his voice calm and direct, but stern in the way he addresses you. He points with his free hand to the spot in front of him. 
“Right there. In front of me,” he explains. You move slowly, processing the demand. It’s already starting. 
You’re not unfamiliar with the kneeling position, it’s demeaning and absolutely an assertion of power. It’s a way Steve likes to help you drop into subspace, putting you below him - you’ve just never done it for anyone else. You drop to your knees on the floor, your skin scraping the carpet, and sit on your heels. Eddie releases your wrist and you let it lay on your lap with your other hand. As you look up at him through big eyes, you feel small, powerless. The feeling sends electricity to your core. You squeeze your thighs together slightly for some relief. 
“That’s it,” Eddie praises you, making your heart flutter. He leans forward, a hand coming to cup your chin, tilting it up slightly. “This is where you belong,” he states. 
“Looks good like this, doesn’t she Harrington?” he asks the other boy, but keeps his stare on you. It’s taking everything in you not to fidget, to squirm, you know it wouldn’t go unnoticed. 
“You should see what she looks like with her mouth full,” Steve comments. His tone of voice sends your heart fucking racing. He sounds strong yet arrogant. Cocky and dominant. The typical softness in his voice that he uses on you gone as he watches the scene unfold in front of him.
Eddie chuckles, moving his thumb to swipe across your lower lip. Your mouth parts automatically at his action and his eyes light up at your obedience. “Gonna explain a few things to you, get some things straight in your pretty little head,” Eddie says. 
He removes his hand, but your head stays tilted up, focused on him and only him. He’s already got you dropping in quickly.. “You call me Sir, or Master. You call Steve Daddy. Understand?” He asks, eyebrows raising. 
You swallow thickly. “ Y-yes Sir,” you reply, the title foreign on your tongue. You’ve never used a title on anyone but Steve, it feels strange, but enticing. You can feel the wetness growing between your legs, and suddenly are reminded that you actually have no idea if you’ll even get relief tonight. 
“Good,” Eddie says. 
“Good girl,” Steve adds quietly from behind you, reminding you of his presence, that you’re safe and protected. 
“Daddy Steve said you know the stoplight system, yes?” Eddie asks. 
“Yes Sir,” you respond. “Green for good, yellow for slow, red for stop.”
“Mmhmm,” Eddie murmurs. He praises significantly less than Steve does. It makes you want to earn those precious words from him so badly. 
“Let’s practice.” 
Before you even comprehend it, a hand flies to your cheek, smacking you hard.  Harder than you’re used to. It shocks you, making your mouth fall open in a gasp. The sting on your cheek lingers as Eddie asks - “Color?” 
It takes a short second for you to process, to decide. “G-Green,” you land on, sure, as you feel the smile start to creep on your face, the adrenaline rushing into your veins. 
You’re playing. You’re really playing with Eddie, and Steve is here and your veins are absolutely buzzing . 
Eddie’s eyes light up at your response, his tongue poking out slightly between his pink lips. His hand raises again and 
SMACK. 
He slaps, or hits,  you in the face again, harder than before. He must have moved his rings to his other hand because you didn’t feel them, but your jaw is now slack. Your breathing is rigid, your face turned to the side from the impact of the hit. Out of the corner of your blurry eye you could see Steve coming closer, a slightly worried look on his handsome face . 
But he must not see the look on yours- one of a dropped in sub, the glazed over eyes, the buzzing in your body, the slight fog in your head. You felt high. You started giggling a little to yourself from the shock of the hit. 
“Color?”  Eddie asks again, his gaze searching your face , learning about your pain tolerance and limits. 
You slowly turn your face back to him, cheek red. Your eyes are glinting with something devious, something dark within you being awakened. 
“So fuckin’ green,” you smirk, not recognizing the confidence in your own voice.
Eddie’s head quirks slightly, but he knows what this is. He knows exactly how to handle a little brat - especially one who’s never been truly broken. 
At your words his hand launches to your throat, choking you harshly. Your smirk still remains, though you are surprised by the action. Eddie easily uses his strength to bring your neck to the couch, pinning you so you are now leaned against it, ass on the floor and back being arched to accommodate the position. 
He raises his hand and slaps you again, with slightly more force than before, on your other cheek. It stings , and the pain registers something deep within you that feels so good. Your pussy starts to clench around emptiness as you continue to be manhandled. 
 “Watch your fucking mouth,”  Eddie spits at you from above.
Another slap makes you lose your smirk, replaced with a grimace as you hiss slightly from the pain.
“Think Daddy needs to start hitting you harder with a nasty mouth like that,” Eddie growls as he releases your throat for a moment, making you cough slightly. You catch your breath and his hand wraps right back around the soft skin.
Steve snickers. “She’s just testing you. Told you she was a little brat.” You hadn’t realized he had taken place in the seat adjacent from the couch, one leg over the knee of his other as he watches Eddie take control of you. 
Everything about the situation was setting your insides on fire. You were subconsciously gyrating your hips, looking for some sort of friction in between your legs. You’re looking up at Eddie with big, glassy eyes, waiting for his next move. “Look at you, little slut, your pussy already making your brain go dumb?” Eddie patronizes you, looking at the way you’re moving your hips. 
You’re still locked into place with his hand on your throat, but you nod your head as best as you can. “Daddy was right, you like being roughed up don’t you?” Eddie asks, releasing your throat and standing up tall, your face even with the bulge in his tight black jeans.
“Yes Sir. I love it,” you reply, eyes bouncing between his above you and the outline of his cock in front of your face. 
Eddie looks back at Steve, who is smiling, cheeks starting to burn red, as he takes in the sight of you. Your hair is already a little messed up, your clothes twisted this way and that, and your cheeks were red from the slapping. Your eyes are glossy, not quite crying but glazed over as the blood is rushing all over your body straight to the throbbing area between your legs. 
Eddie leans over to the black backpack sitting near you and opens it slowly. You can’t see what he’s rummaging around, and the anticipation makes your heart speed up. You hear a clanging that is somewhat familiar as Eddie pulls out a pair of red leather handcuffs, held together with a black chain. Your eyes widen. 
“Harrington said you’ve used cuffs before,” Eddie says, twirling them around in his finger. 
You whine quietly at the memory, Steve having you handcuffed above your head as he fucked into you hard and fast. “But tell him what happened baby,” Steve says from across the room.
Your face immediately reddens, your lip being taken between your teeth. “I- I broke them,” you mumble under your breath, embarrassed. 
Eddie looks at you again, eyebrows raised, unlocking the entangled cuffs. “Speak up,” he demands. 
“I broke them,” you admit loudly. 
Eddie chuckles. Steve smiles at the memory, he had no idea you would resist them so much, breaking apart the cheap plastic within just a few minutes of putting them on you, all so you could put your hands in his hair while he fucked you. 
Eddie squats down, his face coming closer to yours as he holds the cuffs in front of you. “You won’t break these princess,” he states confidently. 
You can’t help but roll your eyes at the comment, the cockiness in his voice making you react just as crassly. 
Eddie slaps you across the face again, hard. The hit makes your chest rise and fall quickly, your breath catching in surprise. You didn’t see it coming , no warning, nothing. And now your face was stinging, a few small tears forming in your eyes as well. 
As much as you wanted it to make you submit further, it didn’t. The hard slap pissed you off. You’re not used to being handled so roughly, being manhandled like you were below him. It’s not that you don’t necessarily like it, you just weren’t going to let it happen without a fight. 
You stand up quickly, rubbing your cheek for a second as your eyes burn toward the man who just hit you again. He’s standing with his arms crossed, looking down at you with the cuffs in his hands as you look up at him, your jaw clenched as you try and withhold your anger. He snorts a small chuckle through his nose at the sight of you. 
“Baby…” Steve warns, slowly standing up himself as he sees the shift happening in you. Steve is used to you bratting against him a little bit, but not much considering there’s not much to brat against. You typically submit to him easily now, because you love it . But he still knows that part of you, the part that doesn’t do that for just anyone. It’s part of the reason why he wanted you and Eddie to play in the first place, he wanted you to be challenged in a way he has a hard time doing, partially because of his intense love for you, but also because he enjoys being soft with you. 
“Shut it Harrington,” Eddie says, holding a hand up to the other boy as his eyes stay on you. “Let’s see what the little girl is going to try and do,” Eddie smirks. This is his favorite game to play. 
Your hands are clenched in fists at your sides. “I’m not a little girl,” you assert, trying to sound strong. 
“Oh is that so?” Eddie challenges, stepping closer to you, dropping his arms so his chest is touching yours. You don’t take a step back, though. You keep your place, despite your knees starting to press up against the couch. He takes another step and you try and hold you place but it’s impossible, making you start to fall and sit on the couch. 
Eddie’s hand is quick to fly up into your hair, grabbing it harshly as you fall on the couch. You gasp and your hands fly up to meet his, but it’s no use in fighting back. The tug he has starts to sting your scalp, easily controlling your movements with his grip. “You look like a little girl to me,” He smirks, pulling your hair even more. 
“I’m NOT,” you protest, but it comes out as a small tantrum. You try to move your body but Eddie is stronger and bigger than you. He may not look it, but the control he has over his body is just as useful as having massive muscles. He forces your head down so you’re laying flat on the couch, your cheek smushed against a cushion. He moves one of his knees so it’s pushing your hips, making you lay so your chest and stomach are on the couch, your ass is pointed up in the air. He pins your legs down with an arm, then changes it with a leg, so his weight is keeping you in place. 
Your skirt flips over naturally, revealing your exposed ass and tiny little thong. You’re huffing, trying to wiggle your way out of Eddie’s grip, but the hold he has on your hair, mixed with being pinned under his weight makes it impossible. You grunt softly, resisting and resisting. But Eddie’s free hand grabs one of your own, then releases your hair and grabs your other hand. He pins them together against your back and quickly latches the cuffs around your wrists. Tight. You whine, kicking your feet in protest. 
“Thought you could fight me little girl? Look where you ended up,” Eddie says, a hand holding your two cuffed ones against your back while the other rubs over your exposed ass. 
“Fuck,” Steve sighs, his view of you immaculate. It’s a dream, seeing you face down, ass up with your hands cuffed, your ass exposed, your face all red and flustered. 
“Say you’re a little girl,” Eddie spits, his voice deep from above you. 
“Fuck you,” you spit back, not even thinking, still wiggling in his grip. He turns to Steve at your words. His cool demeanor diminishing as you continue to fight, helping him drop even more into a dominant space. 
“Remember she said that, Harrington,” Eddie says to Steve, talking as if you’re not there. Eddie brings his hand to unravel the belt off of his jeans, quickly taking it off and folding it. 
Your eyes meet Steve’s, unable to fully see what Eddie’s doing, but having an idea of what’s about to come. You’ve never been spanked with anything but Steve’s heavy hand. You think he might jump in and save you, but the darkness of his eyes tells you something different. 
Eddie rubs the leather belt over your ass and you shudder, the nerves radiating up and down your spine. “Are you a little girl?” Eddie asks again, a warning and a test, seeing how badly you want this. 
You brace yourself, you know what’s coming, but you want it. 
“No.” 
SMACK. The sound of the belt hitting your ass is loud, and the cry that leaves your throat matches it.  The thud of the belt lingers with a sting, and you swear there has to be an imprint of it already forming on your ass. You lurch forward, wanting to escape it, wanting some relief, but Eddie was there, holding you down. Tears  are forming in your eyes, but you tried your best to blink them back, trying not to let them fall after just one hit. 
You saw Steve move so he was closer to you, comforting you. “Baby, color?” He asks, all worry in his voice. 
You look up at him , your eyes teary. “Green Daddy,” you respond, your voice wavering. 
He nods back at you, then looks at Eddie, who’s smirking down at you. “She’s fine Harrington. With a nasty mouth like that, she better be able to take a hit,” Eddie says, trying to dismiss Steve’s worries. Eddie rubs a hand over your burning ass for a small moment of reprieve. 
“I’ll ask you again - are you a little girl?” Eddie questions, his voice dark and demanding. Steve seems to be holding his breath, waiting to see how you’ll answer, if you’ve broken. 
“Uh—n- I just-“ you start, but are interrupted by another sting of Eddie’s belt hitting your ass, launching you forward. The tears start to fall this time, the pain radiating through your backside and down your thighs. 
“There’s only one way to answer this. Are you a little girl, yes or no?” Eddie asks again, the pressure intensifying. Your brain is starting to go very fuzzy, barely processing the question through the pain on your lower half. Your breathing is short and stifled, hard to catch as the tears fall. 
“Too long,” Eddie mutters, landing another hit. 
“F-fuck,” you gasp, wriggling your hips, desperate for some relief from the pain. “I-I” you start, trying to get the words out, but it’s hard and you’re resistant, and the pain..
“You what?” Eddie says, grabbing your face in his hand roughly. “Say it- Say you’re a little girl,” he demands, his voice anything but kind. Your tear stained cheeks are squished beneath his grip. 
He tuts, about to raise his hand for another hit because of your hesitation. 
“I’m a little girl,” you say quickly, desperate to escape another hit. 
Steve’s jaw drops open at your admission, stunned to see you so small and desperate. His cock throbs in his pants and he resists palming himself in front of you. Eddie’s tongue pokes out of his mouth, giving your cheeks a small squeeze of affirmation. 
“That’s right. And who do you belong to little girl?” Eddie asks, his eyes dark and wide. 
Your breathing is heavy, the feeling of being so small and helpless making your core ache. “D-daddy,” you say softly, eyes trained on Eddie. 
Eddie smiles. “That’s right baby,” he praises. “And for tonight, who else do you belong to?” He asks, pushing the boundary ever so slightly, wanting you to submit to him.
Your eyes water, the intimidation cracking you along with the ache in your backside, and the gnawing of need between your legs. You are so desperate to move, to please him, to get something. 
“You,” you whisper. 
It’s like everything starts to slow after you say it. You can feel the tension from resisting start to leave your body, the pain of the previous hits being forgotten. All you could focus on is Eddie, the grip he has on your jaw, and the grip he has on your mind. 
“That’s it. Me,” Eddie smiles, a dark hush to his voice, as if you two were sharing a secret. “Say it, baby. Say you belong to me tonight,” Eddie encourages, his eyes dark and soft and absolutely intoxicating. 
“I-,” you start, gulping as you try to formulate the sentence in your cloudy brain. “I belong to you tonight, Master,” you repeat. As the words leave your mouth, a gush flows through your core, and you release a small whimper, moving your hips slightly. 
“Good girl,” Eddie praises, giving you a light tap on your bruised butt. He unhooks the chain of the handcuffs and your arms fall immediately to your side. He taps your legs softly, a small order of encouragement. “Sit up,” he says, his voice just a hint softer than before. 
You do as your told without hesitation, grateful for your wrists being released and your ass being spared. You sit up and face Eddie, who’s squatting slightly in front of you. He smiles at your dazed expression. A subby little girl in front of him. 
He raises a hand to your face slowly, and surprisingly, you don’t flinch. You let him move some of your hair out of your face softly, then trace down to press on your plump lips. He’s playing with you. “If I touched between your legs, little one, what would I find?” Eddie asks, his voice taunting. 
Your eyebrows knit together at the question and you whine, desperate for his touch. Eddie’s eyes flick quickly to Steve, as if saying ‘look at this. Look how desperate she is’. Eddie brings his hand slowly down your front, a finger tracing lightly over your peaked nipples, making you shudder. He chuckles softly at the reaction, but continues the journey lower and lower. Until his hand is on top of your thigh, squeezing tightly. 
“Do you want me to touch you?” He asks, his fingers dancing ever so slowly in front of your middle. 
You nod. 
Steve speaks up from near you, reminding you of his presence. “Words baby,” he encourages, his fingers playing with his own lips as he watches. 
“Yes p-please Master” you breathe, desperate for his touch. 
Eddie lets his calloused fingers press into your core over your soaked panties, and the contact makes you moan. “So wet,” he mutters. “Little slut likes being hit, don’t you?” He taunts. 
You whine again in response, jutting your hips to get more friction against your core. Eddie slides his fingers past your underwear and against your puffy, slick folds, your sweet scent being wafted between the two of you. Your hands fly up to his shoulders, steadying yourself as he presses a finger inside of you. 
Your moan is fucking unholy. 
Your eyes flutter and you grip Eddie’s shoulders tightly as he slowly presses his finger in and out of you, eliciting a squelch from your aroused pussy. 
“Your cock fits in this tight little cunt Harrington? I’m shocked,” Eddie comments, going knuckle deep into you, making your head fall to his shoulder next to your hand. 
Steve’s lip is between his teeth as he sits on the far edge of the couch and watches you fall apart. “She squeezes it right out of me Munson,” Steve says, and hearing his raspy, lust filled voice makes you moan again. 
Eddie sets a pace that is agonizing, just slow enough to hit that spot deep inside of you, but not quick enough to build you fully to any sort of climax. He’s warming you up, playing with you, making you addicted to his touch. 
“Please please please,” you mumble, the words falling out of your lips as a desperate plea to the boy. 
Eddie chuckles. “Don’t be greedy,” he says. “You’re lucky I’m touching you at all after acting out like that.” 
You whine again at his response. “”M sorry so sorry,” you mumble incoherently, trying to grind your hips into his now two fingers, faster and faster. But his other hand presses against your hips, stopping you, then comes up to your throat, moving you so your face is nose to nose with his own. 
“We’ll see if I let you cum tonight,” he tells you. “You’re going to have to be very, very good for me if you want that to happen.”
“I’ll be good, I’ll be good Master,” you choke out, his pace increasing inside of you. Your breath is becoming shallow as his fingers curl to exactly where you need him. There’s a dampness building on the couch underneath you, the mess that is you becoming evidence. 
“Be a good little slut,” he mutters, getting caught up in your sounds and the heat between your legs, seeing you start to writhe and shake as he starts to pound into you. Your pussy clenches around his fingers and he knows you’re getting close. He drops his other hand to rub circles on your clit. 
“F-fuck fuck,” you gasp. “I’m a good little slut, I promise I-“ you gasp, too caught up in the pleasure. 
Eddie stops touching your clit, stopping what he was building deep within you. Your eyes shoot open in protest. But he raises the hand to your cheek and delivers a harsh slap. You’re dazed, your body not sure how to delineate between the pain of the slap and pleasure in your cunt. You just stare at him wide-eyed, no protest, no nothing. 
You’re absolutely gone. 
He delivers another slap to you as he fucks your cunt with his fingers. Your eyes roll, you feel the pressure building again, the same one you lost without his touch on your clit building without it. The slap making you get closer and closer to that edge, closer to the release you so desperately need - 
And then he stops completely, pulling his fingers out of you. 
You whimper. “No! No- no no no,” you try and grab at his hands and he stops you, taking both of your wrists in one of his hands. 
“Shut the fuck up,” Eddie says, his fingers pressing into your mouth, making you taste yourself.
“Arms up,” he demands. You do as he says, spit forming around his fingers as he reaches to pull your shirt over your head. He eyes your tits before giving each of them a quick slap, making you gasp around the digits in your mouth. 
Eddie starts moving his fingers around, gathering your spit and then pushing them slowly down your throat. “Daddy said you can almost take his cock all the way down your throat,” Eddie says, toying with your mouth. You whimper in response.
“I’m going to help train you.” 
Eddie pulls his fingers from your mouth, making you gasp and giving you a quick moment to breathe. But the sight in front of you has you drooling anyway. Eddie pulls off his jacket and shirt, baring his pale skin littered with black ink. And then slowly pushes his pants and boxers down, springing free a very hard, very thick cock that bounces up to his his low pelvis. He’s big, not bigger than Steve, but still big. And thick. So thick. You gulp. 
The precum gathering at his tip makes your thighs clench, desperate to have him inside of you. And by the look of how pink and swollen he is, he wants to be inside of you too. 
His hand finds the base of his cock, pumping a few times before guiding it toward your mouth. You open eagerly, wanting to taste him, wanting to please him. 
You look up at him from your knees, eyes wide, mouth open and tongue out, and he groans lowly at the sight. “Sexy little thing, you are,” he says, pushing his tip just past your lips. 
You moan around him, the taste of him filling your senses, making your cunt clench around nothing. You start to urge your head forward, but he stops you, grabbing a fist full of your hair and directing your gaze upwards. 
“I’m going to guide you,” he explains. “You just keep your slutty mouth and throat open, and if you need to stop, tap my thigh twice,” he instructs. 
His grip on your hair tightens as you nod, taking him deeper into your mouth, letting your tongue brush the underside of his cock. He groans deep and gravelly, the sound going right to your core, as he continues to push himself into your mouth.
“Squeeze your thumbs,” Eddie says. “It helps with the f-fuck, helps with gagging” he explains. You do as you’re told, squeezing your thumbs as he presses to the back of your throat. You do everything you can to breathe through your nose, despite it being almost fully pressed against his pelvis. You never get to be nose to bush with Steve, you always get stuck right when he hits the back of your throat. But Eddie presses on slowly, and you squeeze your thumbs as you feel him slide past your throat, clenching it around him as it closes off your airway.
“That’s it. Good fucking whore,” He praises you, his grip on your hair tight. That, mixed with this cock in your throat makes your eyes squeeze, starting to water yet again. 
“Take my cock down your throat,” he grunts, pulling out slightly before pressing back in deep again. 
You gag softly around his cock, not much, but constricting enough to make him pull out slightly. “Relax. Yeah that’s it, breathe through your nose,” he guides you. 
He moves his cock in and out again, deeper and deeper, drool dripping down your chin now. His hand comes to give your face a small tap of encouragement, making your already red face even more pink. He starts to pick up his speed slightly, but keeps the depth at which he’s fucking your throat. 
“Keep breathing. Yeah, gonna speed up, just take it,” He grunts, his eyes closing quickly as he feels you constrict around him again. “Take it. Yeah fuck, you can take it,” he encourages you, thrusting faster in and out of your mouth. “Brain off, throat open.”
He’s fully face fucking you now, and you can’t think about anything else except letting it happen. Your throat is relaxed, your breathing is steady and your pussy is soaking fucking wet. 
He reaches down to give your tits a slap again and you whine around his cock, which makes him groan even more. “Fuck this,” he says suddenly, pulling out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air and wiping the drool that’s collected down your face and onto your chest. 
He pulls you up by your throat and throws you back on the couch, making you land on all fours. He roughly pulls down your panties and gives your ass a harsh slap, but instead of yelping, you moan at the pain, everything feeling intoxicating at this point. 
He spreads your ass cheeks as you look back at him pumping himself, preparing to push himself into your tight dripping pussy. “Not gonna go easy on you,” he says, his eyes dark as they meet yours. 
“Don’t, Master,” you say, and he smiles back at you, grabbing your hips and pressing his tip up against your hole. 
His grip on your hips is tight and harsh, leaving Eddie shaped bruises. But you don’t even care as you feel his cock start to split you open, finally giving you what you want. You groan trying to push yourself back onto him.
He stops you, slapping your ass hard. “Stay fucking still,” he says, spanking you again hard. You whine but submit, falling so your head is on the couch, and waiting patiently and painfully for him to press fully into you. “You want my cock sweetheart?” He teases you, pushing just enough for you to feel him but not enough to slip inside of you. 
You groan. “Fuck - fuck yes, please,” you say, breathless as you wait. 
“Aw, she’s so desperate,” Eddie patronizes you, slapping his cock against your cunt, making you shiver. You start to tear up from desperation, just needing to be filled, needing to be used so badly after being played with for so long. 
“P-please fuck me,” you cry into the couch, embarrassed and defeated. 
Eddie smacks your ass again and you don’t even jump. “What was that? Can’t hear you baby,” he mocks you. 
You get up on your elbows, breath quick. “Please just fuck me PLEASE I need you-“ you start to beg, and only stop when he presses fully into you, bottoming out right away, the sound of your pussy sucking him in filling the room, mixed with both of your moans of pleasure. 
Your head falls back on the couch, body giving in as Eddie rocks himself in and out of you, stretching your pussy wide open with his girth. His hands are rough on your hips and ass. The sound of his heavy balls hitting your cunt echoes through the house. 
“Oh my- Fu-fuck yes yes,” you moan, gripping the cushions as Eddie pounds into you at a relentless speed. It’s almost not pleasurable, how hard and fast he’s going, but with how pent up you’ve been feeling, it’s fucking perfect. 
“Such a good girl, taking my cock,” Eddie groans through gritted teeth, feeling you squeeze him perfectly as he pulls out and slams into you time and time again. In and out in and out and in and out - 
You didn’t even realize tears were streaming down your face, your orgasm slowly approaching as Eddie reaches a hand around your legs to rub your clit. Your moans turn into high pitched gasps as you get closer and closer, your body giving in completely to the pain and pleasure. 
“Master,” you gasp, unable to fully form words. 
Eddie brings his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling you up toward him as he continue to ruthlessly fuck into you, your orgasm teetering on the edge. He pulls you up so you face Steve, who’s staring at your messy, teary face and whining open mouth. He’s never seen you so absolutely ruined- whimpering and begging. You can’t do anything but continue to look at him as you feel Eddie pump into you, your bruised body moving with his own. 
Eddie’s hand moves so it’s firmly holding your jaw. He whispers roughly into your ear, “See that? Steve is letting me do this to you. He fucking loves it.” You moan, seeing the outline of Steve’s hard cock in his pants, knowing that Eddie is right, Steve loves everything about this.
“And you know,” Eddie continues, eliciting an obscene moan from you. “I think now he might want to see you like this more often, maybe even try and do this to you himself.” 
Your breath catches at the thought. Steve is nodding at you, his eyes blown out as he takes you in. Your cunt is clenching around Eddie and your brain is absolutely fucked out. 
Eddie can feel it. “Ask me to cum,” He demands. You don’t respond, and he slaps your face harshly. “Ask me before you fucking cum,” he orders you. 
“C-Can I please cum Master? Fuck- oh fuck,” you manage to moan out, barely holding off. 
“Cum for me,” Eddie whispers, and you do. Unraveling completely in his hold, shaking and moaning, letting the white hot energy inside of you explode in a way it hasn’t before. Your vision goes white, your body buzzes, and you end up face down completely on the couch, a moaning, crying, drooling mess.
You’re shaking still, small aftershocks of your orgasm hitting you as Eddie leans down, his full body weight on you as he chases his own high. You whine and whine, feeling an out of body, but so in your body, high. 
“Fuck, cum Eds, do it,” Steve says, palming his own bulge as he watches Eddie pound into your weak body. 
“Can’t hold off any more. Ugh fuck-f this cunt is so fucking good,” Eddie moans, his thrusts sloppy as he starts to fend off his own orgasm. He pulls out quickly, too quickly for your liking, and releases all over your ass and back, moaning as his messy hair falls over his sweaty face. 
He shoots rope after rope of hot cum on you, and you moan lowly as you watch him through heavy, hooded eyes. He finishes, twitching slightly as he releases his cock from his hand, and leans over to kiss your bruised ass, your sore back, your bruised hips..
All three of you are breathing heavily in silence, the smell of sex flooding your senses.
After a moment, Steve speaks. “Holy fuck baby,” Steve says, coming to your face, kissing you all over, despite the damp sweat of sex that’s covering you. Eddie moves off the couch and pulls out a small rag from his bag, wiping his seed off of you gently. 
“Gonna go get you some water baby. You okay? Fuck you’re so sexy,” Steve says, his words falling out of him quickly as he examines your face and body. You nod weakly in response, mumbling a soft “ yes daddy,” as your eyes barely stay open. 
Steve runs to the kitchen and Eddie comes next to you, sitting you up some so you can rest your head in his now clothed lap. He pets your hair softly, and it takes everything in you not to fall asleep right away. “Hi Eds,” you mumble, reaching a hand up to brush at his chest softly. 
He chuckles at your soft voice, raspy from tonight’s events. “Hi cute girl,” he smiles. 
Steve comes running back in the room with waters and candy and a blanket. You smile softly as he raises the water bottle to your mouth and drapes the blanket over your bruised skin. He hands the other bottle to Eddie, who chugs it quickly. 
Steve lifts your legs so he can sit, and then lays them back on his lap, rubbing your backside softly to soothe you. 
“Was everything okay sweetheart?” Eddie asks, his voice soft and sweet, a stark comparison to his previous tone. 
“Mmhmm,” You nod slowly in his lap. 
“Are you okay? Do you need anything or-“ Steve starts to ramble, worried about you.
“Perfect,” you mumble, interrupting his worried thoughts. 
“You’re perfect,” Steve comments. “You’re-You’re both perfect,” he continues, eyes flitting towards Eddie above your tired body. Eddie smiles at him, blushing slightly at the comment from the other boy. 
“You’re not too bad yourself Harrington,” Eddie teases, letting a hand gently push the other boy’s shoulder. 
But Steve feels the touch linger. And so does Eddie. And you feel at home with both of them cuddling you, holding you. 
Steve scoots closer to Eddie, their thighs touching, and your body laying on both of them as you roll so your face is against Eddie’s abdomen. Your lips form a small pout as you give his abdomen a little kiss, making Eddie smile. 
The metalhead leans down to give your forehead a kiss back, and you nuzzle closer in to him, inhaling his scent.  You reach a hand toward Steve, holding his hand against your chest as you start to drift off to sleep. 
And you’re not sure if you dream it, or if it really happened, but you swear you feel Eddie’s weight shift slightly as he leans over, and kisses Steve’s cheek too. 
And maybe you hear Steve huff a small sigh of satisfaction as he turns his head to the other boy and gives him a chaste kiss on the cheek back, before leaning his head onto his shoulder.
And maybe, just maybe, you think to yourself. Maybe this could be your new normal - the three of you like this. Together. 
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part two | series masterlist
premise: coming back to hawkins for your summer vacation from college is the last thing you want to do, but you find yourself back in your hometown and it all goes to shit in a matter of weeks. thinking your summer is already a bummer, getting high with the town outcast doesn't seem like that bad of an idea.
pairing: eddie munson x richgirl!reader
word count: 6.2k
warnings: eighteen+ content, blowjob (eddie’s first one, he’s a lil virgin in this sorry y’all), drug use, cheesy flirting, past crush unmentioned but there, tiny bit of praise kink, i made eddie’s van cooler than it actually is, reader is a lil self absorbed but it’s ok, mentions of past bullying, class difference, and shit family dynamics.
etc: i may write a part two for this, may turn it into a little mini series depending on the love i get on it. but um this boy is the cutest little virgin and no one can convince me otherwise ok thnx. title from the song wild child by wasp aka a song on this verysexy playlist!
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
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“Shit! Fuck!”
The sounds of aggravation that erupts from your throat are anything but ladylike. The moon shining down just right in the sky to show the hunk of mud that’s now stuck on the top of your red pumps. Pumps that cost too much to be covered in dirt and grime, and yet here they were. Ruined.
All because you had stormed off from the party taking place in the backyard of your long term boyfriend—who was now your ex because fuck him, and fuck this washed up town.
You knew agreeing to come back for the summer would be absolutely detrimental to your psyche. Missing out on what would have been the summer of your life alongside college friends, a new city, on boats, planes; anywhere better than Hawkins!
But being the amazing, doting girlfriend you were, you had been easily convinced by the promise of gifts, booze, and a hell of a summer.
Two weeks in and you were miserable, had ruined Louis Vuitton’s, barely tipsy off of cheap beer, and now newly single.
“Fuck this place!” You scream to yourself, louder than you should have in a not–disturbing–the–peace way, a dog barking in the distance. You needed to catch the first bus out of this dump of a town as soon as possible.
“I completely agree,” comes a voice to the side of you. If the pumping of anger and spite wasn’t making your heart boom in your ear drums right now, or the distraction of materialistic items didn’t have you fuming: you were sure you might have seen them, whoever they are. Or at least smelled them. The heavy scent of weed lingers in the air and you can only assume it’s the weed guy your ex-boyfriend had been talking about.
You weren’t in the mood to deal with anyone else tonight, let alone some stoned out stranger whose opinion you didn’t ask for, or could fake care about.
Turning in their direction you plan on telling them as much, plan on giving them your best bitchy scowl. But when your eyes adjust, actually see who it is; take in the long hair, the mix of jean and leather, the rings that gleam in the moonlight. Your expression changes from annoyance to amusement, your rude rebuttal long forgotten.
“Munson?”
“In the flesh,” his smile is still as boyish as you remember. At least from what you can remember. You graduated two years ago, he didn’t. Either year, so you've heard.
The two of you hadn’t been friends, barely acquaintances. You had a handful of classes with him, even got partnered up with him for one biology project that neither of you truly put the effort into. But you flashed your pretty smile and batted your eyes and got the both of you passing grades—thank god for creepy male teachers.
You and Munson, Eddie, were so far off of the spectrum of being in each other’s realms. The class difference not being the only thing setting you two on two different sides of the universe, let alone Hawkins and your group of friends. The many taunts from your boyfriend and his friends coming back to your mind, and the weird snarkiness Eddie would always fight back with. Unbothered by the stupidity of high school taunts.
“Graduate yet?” You give him a playful smile, lean up against the car behind you to attempt and scrape off the mud on your shoe with your thumb nail.
“No.” He crosses his hands over his chest, “but still keeping up with expectations.” You’re barely listening to him, frowning down at the dirt now caked under your perfectly polished nails, fuck.
You huff out a breath, pull your head back to look up at the night sky. Try to do those breathing exercises you see your mother do when a bird shits on her BMW. “You here for the party?” You both know you’re joking. Know that most, if not all, the rich kids here had once—or still do—rag on him.
“My services got the invite.” He clarifies, “not me, personally, for obvious reasons.” He mumbles that last part and it makes you chuckle under your breath.
“Still the weed guy, huh?” Pulling your head upright again, you look over at him. His response being holding his hands in the air in an ‘obviously’ type motion. Nothing has changed with him, and maybe that’s just what happens when you stay in this dead end town. But something also tells you that Eddie isn’t the type to just change. What you see is what you get, unapologetically.
Must be nice to be that carefree. You could use some carefree in your life; that booming sound of your heart in your ear still pumping with materialistic and asshole boyfriend frustration.
A smile spreads across your lips as an idea pops into your head. As you make the decision to get that carefree feeling in the most synthetic way possible, while also sticking it to the aforementioned asshole in the backyard.
“How much were they going to pay you?”
“For the-”
“Yes, the weed, Munson. How much.” You roll your eyes, that old high school queen bee tone coming back. Making even your own self wince, but who knows when—or if—the smell of weed had already wafted off of Eddie and traveled to the backyard and the two of you were soon to be joined by the rest of the party.
Fuck them.
“Thirty.”
Reaching into your bra, the low cut material of your dress having the perfect swoop to showcase just enough to keep the mystery, but add to the intrigue—helping to house your money snuggly in the cup of your bra; you pull out the folded cash your father had handed to you on your way out of the door.
“I have fifty here.” You hold it out between your forefinger and middle, “it’s yours but we have to leave right now.”
He looks a little surprised, his eyes flash from your chest to the money in your hand.
“You have a car don’t you?” You look around the dead street, try to remember what hunk of junk you may have seen him driving around when you were in school.
“Is the money for the ride or the weed?”
“Both.”
Eddie hums, “seems a bit low.” He crosses his arms, scratches his cheek. Starting up a slow pace as he speaks, “I mean I am risking getting caught with a distinguished lady such as yourself. From what I hear you’re still with your Princeton lover. Don’t know if I need him thinking I’ve stolen you away.”
You think he’s half serious for a second. The look of quarry on his face, but then you see his smile. See that boyish amusement again, it makes the corners of your lips tick up in amusement; contagious. Something you remember from bombing biology together. As much as you wanted to dislike him, ignore him, or push the assignment completely onto him, he had distracted you with weird facts about his band you were not interested in—and the other random nonsense that would slip out always made you roll your eyes and hide the contagiousness of his smile that spread across your face.
But you find yourself holding onto the knowledge that he knew about you and your ex. Don’t know why it’s the only retaining thing your mind seems to keep flashing on, it didn’t matter to you who still talked about you in Hawkins. Especially when you were certain it was out of pure jealousy for you getting out and them not.
You can’t see Eddie contributing in gossip, though. Maybe that’s why you’re holding onto the knowledge that he knows, remembers. Still hates the asshole. Much like you do.
“We broke up.” You state, make clear with a wide smile that you’re more than happy about it. His lips tug up more, stops in his tracks and leans back on his heels a little as he stares at you. The two of you sharing some silent moment before you laugh, “are you going to be my kidnapper or what, Munson?”
He smirks, grabs the money still between your fingers. Nods his head back to the van at the end of the driveway—that only makes sense is his, because of course it is.
“America's Most Wanted here I come!” He hollers a little too loudly, making you laugh.
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“Sorry about the mess.” Eddie maneuvers around you, picks up some of the random garbage and clothes strewn at your feet and throws them in the front.
You’re sat on the small couch he has in the back of his van. The velvet from the cushions softer than you expect it to be on the back of your bare legs. Expecting it to feel grimy at the very least, and maybe that’s not fair of you to expect—or think.
You’re surprised at how unfazed you feel about the random things contributing to the mess back here. Finding yourself actually smiling at the makeshift lights he has hung up, how they cast a red glow and illuminate the posters he has tapped with that thick grey tape you know is going to rip off the paint if he was to ever remove it.
The atmosphere oddly calming, compared to what you are used to.
He pulls out a tape from the glove compartment and slips it into the stereo, a heavy metal track playing low through the speakers, the bass deep enough to rock the van.
You’re parked behind his trailer.
When he had pulled up to it and pulled around the back you were once again reminded just how different your lives really were. Had found yourself scrunching up your nose at the drab looking mobile home. Regretting it the minute Eddie caught you and gave a pressed lipped grin, “can’t build mansions this far out. Grounds too mushy.” He joked, but it only made you feel worse.
Why, you have no idea. It wasn’t your fault you were born with a silver spoon and he was born without one. Neither was a bad thing. He seemed more than happy with his life—knowing what you did about him, that carefree way about him—than you did with your own, it would seem.
The cushions bounce from the way he plops down beside you. Pulling a metal lunchbox out of nowhere and placing it in his lap, “who knew the Princess of Hawkins, knew how to be bad.”
You make a face, “people don’t really call me that do they?”
He cocks his head to the side. “Oh how clueless the other half live.”
“I can still take back the money, you know.”
“Ooh, not twenty of it, at least.” He clicks his tongue, opens the metal box. The waft of weed stronger, making your nose burn. “Gotta keep that half for risking my life, it’s only fair.”
“You are the chattiest drug dealer I’ve ever met.”
“You meet a lot of them, do ya?” You can see countless baggies of whatever he’s pushing to the side, a lighter, more random junk, and then he’s pulling out a small bag of weed. “You really are bad, Princess,” he smiles.
You have to look away from him, have to hide the cheesy smile that moves across your own face—because it’s annoyingly warm in here, and you are here to escape and get high not become best buds with him. “Just roll it, Munson.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
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This wasn’t your first time smoking. You had dabbled in weed at parties since your sophomore year. Had taken part with it at the handful of college parties you had been to. You were used to the light feeling, the cravings, the giggles. Or so you thought.
Maybe you just hadn’t been smoking the right stuff. Maybe it had been the liquor you had always paired with it, the buzz you thought you felt from what you smoked actually from the malt and not the shit weed.
Because you’ve never felt this good before. Not from weed. Liquor. Even around your friends.
You felt so good right now.
Your cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so much, can’t remember when you had dropped yourself onto the floor of Eddie’s van. Your heels kicked off and feet propped up on the cushions of the sofa—right next to Munson.
He’s not as spread out as you though, maybe a little more lax. His back slouched lower on the sofa, legs spread further apart. Jacket gone, black sleeves rolled up.
Has he always had that tattoo? Just how many rings does one guy need? Your heavy lids ache as you hyperfocus in on the bracelet on his wrist, the tattoo on his arm. Each one of his rings that don’t even budge as his fingers flex, as he uses the small pocket knife he had pulled out from his back pocket; grabbing your discarded heels to scrape the mud from them.
“You really don’t have to do that,” you giggle. “My dad will just buy me another pair.”
A smile spreads, “but you were so upset about them. Even I winced when I saw the mud pile you stepped in, nightmarish.”
He laughs along with you as you completely lose it, “how shitty is it that that is a nightmare to me? Ruined Louis Vuitton‘s.”
Eddie shakes his head, holds up the shoes. Now cleaner than before, way too clean for him to have just used the pocket knife. The bottle of water between his legs spotted upon further inspection, where did that come from?
“We all have expensive things in our lives we don’t want ruined. Shoes, guitars, people.” He shrugs, “not shitty at all. But this clean job might be.” He chews on his lower lip.
You maneuver yourself so you’re not flashing him from the bottom of your dress, as you move your legs from the couch to sit up. Grabbing the red pumps from him to do your best look over, ignoring the burn your eyes give when you widen them.
“Munson, I think you’re in the wrong career.” You tease, smiling up at him. You’re sat in front of his open legs, have the perfect view of that boyish grin.
“Shoe shiner?” He acts bashful, swings his hand around batting the air. “I’m not that good.”
“Think once you graduate you gotta start your own business, ‘Eddie’s Spit n Shine.’” You joke, the both of you doubling over in laughter. Munson holding onto his stomach as he slaps a hand over his knee.
Once your giggles have died down and you can hold yourself up straight, you watch him. Watch the way his cheeks are redder, watch the way he moves some hair out of his face. His previous words of “but you were so upset about them” and “we all have expensive things in our lives we don’t want ruined”. If this had been anyone else, one of your friends, your boyfriend, they would of been just as grumbly about the heels as you. Would have told you to trash them and offer to take you to the strip mall the next day to help you spend more of your fathers money; no big deal.
They wouldn’t have offered to fix them. To do something as simple as what Eddie had done.
And yeah, they were just shoes, and it wasn’t that big of a deal. But something fuzzy was settling in your chest, something in your stomach fluttering like it very much was a big deal.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” You ask without thinking. Set your shoes down beside the couch, lay yourself back on the cool floor of the van.
“What?” He chuckles lowly with a hint of confusion. Just as surprised as you are at the question.
“Why are you being so nice to me, Munson.” You chew the corner of your cheek, look up at him. “Not like we were friends, ever, in school. And I remember plenty of times where my friends weren’t the nicest.”
“The rich kids not being nice to anyone who doesn’t drive a Mercedes? Shocking.” He jokes, makes you laugh.
“I’m serious.” You tap his knee that’s peeking out of one of the rips in his jeans with the tip of your finger. “Why are you being so nice?”
His face grows serious, but there’s still a hint of a soft smile there as he leans over to dig in the metal lunchbox again. Pulls out the spliff he rolled earlier alongside the one the two of you already smoked. You watch as his fingers run along it, “your friends may have not been the nicest, especially that lover boy of yours.” He gives you a playful roll of the eyes at the mention, that ache in your cheeks continuing. “But, you were always nice to me.”
“I never stopped them though. From being cruel.”
“Yeah, well,” he shrugs, grabs the lighter resting beside your feet. “You made up for it by helping me not fail biology, for once.”
Your face contorts as you laugh, “put my tits on the line for that grade.”
Eddie chokes out a howl, stops what he’s doing to double over again. “Never been more happy for the power of tits.”
Your throat hurts from how hard you’re laughing. Holding your hand up in front of him in a high-five invite, “to tits!”
“To tits!” He slaps his palm against yours as he holds up the blunt in the other one in a show of salute.
You can’t remember the last time you’ve laughed this hard. Or felt this good. This happy. This playful. This whatever-the-hell-that fluttering feeling was in your stomach. You don’t know where Munson got his stash but damn was it good.
And damn was he cute.
Wait—what?
You quickly avert your eyes from him. Look up at the roof of the van, try to focus on the posters and scattered glow in the dark stars up there. You did not find Eddie Munson cute. You were just severely high right now, and still reeling off of your incredibly fresh break up. That’s all.
You hear the flick of the lighter beside you, hear him take a long puff. Fill his lungs, hold and blow it out, before you see him hold it out for you. Taking it silently, not looking at him—you probably shouldn’t have anymore, not with how you are thinking right now. But you didn’t feel like going back to your parents house. Calling it a night right now didn’t feel right, and it’s not like Eddie was rushing you out of the van.
So you press the blunt to your lips and decide to stop thinking. Just smoke. Listen to the beat of the metal still coming from the speakers.
“Lover boy must have done something tremendously fucked, huh?” He gives you a somber smile when you turn and pass the smoke to him.
“Munson, are you trying to gossip right now? Like we are two catty friends?”
He chuckles, inhales. “Us friends?” He makes a face, smoke rolling out of his mouth. “That’s obscene.”
“Nightmarish.”
“Grotesque.” He puts a hand to his heart, “what would the moms at the country club say?”
You laugh. “I don’t think either of my parents own a gun, so you're safe there. And my mother barely notices me,” you confess. Regret it when you look over at him and see the sympathy on his expression. “Please don’t.” You groan, take your turn to smoke, holding it between your thumb and forefinger.
“Don’t?”
“Give me that look.”
“What look?”
“Like you feel bad for me.” The laugh you let out this time is anything but humorous. There’s no joy. Just a salted down wound that you don’t let anyone see—so you don’t know why you’re talking about it right now—that burns the back of your throat. “I have everything.” You mumble, “perfect life. Perfect future ahead of me, money, the car, the friends, the boyfriend. No one should feel bad for me.”
You’re staring up at the roof again as you hold out your hand to give the blunt back without looking at him. Without acknowledging your own words with anything more than woeful self pitying. Eddie wasn’t interested in hearing about a rich girls problems and you had no interest sharing them. Anymore.
A silence settles between the two of you, it’s awkward and filled with the silently passing of the smoke between you; puffs of air, breaths in. Your heart is beating in your ears again. Except this time it’s something close to embarrassment and not anger.
“It wasn’t pity.” He breaks the silence when your fingers brush against each other when it’s his turn to hit. Your eyes finally finding their way back over to him, “how could someone not notice you?” There’s a twitch in his lips.
And fuck are your eyes burning from how high you are right now or because that was teeth rottingly sweet, and your chest is feeling fuzzy again—and Eddie Munson has some pretty eyes. Fuck.
“With the hair alone,” he waves his hand around emphasizing the top of your head. “Kind of hard to miss ya.” That boyish smile coming back when you start to laugh and lean up to swat him.
“I want my money back, Munson!”
“You’ve already smoked the weed!”
“Pain and suffering!”
“Mine or yours?” He jokes and he’s putting out the rest of the blunt to hold his hands out in surrender, as you lean up on your knees to playfully swat at the side of his arm.
“And here I thought we were actually having a moment.” You scowl at him, “you can take the high school out of the boy but not the—wait—you can’t even do that.”
His jaw drops, looking fake wounded if the big grin on his face is any indication of its falsehood. “The Princess of Hawkins has some bite.”
“I’m not the Princess of Hawkins!” You roll your eyes, “I’m just me–”
“Perfect,” Eddie finishes, adds. His lips come together, he swallows. “Perfect–you.”
You make a face at him. Another childish playful insult on the tip of your tongue but swallowed down, your throat feeling drier than ever as he stares down at you with a type of fondness that has your mind thinking—and feeling—way too many things right now.
And it feels like the moment slows, time stops. You take in everything, really take it in. You on your knees in front of his open legs, your palms on the cut out parts of his jeans that showcase his knees. The fuzziness in your chest turning into something else, something racing and filled with heat. Something that should surely not be there—all from what? Meaningless flirting? Eddie jesting with you?
Weed was definitely not a good idea. You should of just went home. Should ask him to take you home right now before your haze filled mind has you thinking of doing something else you definitely shouldn’t do.
Like move forward. Your knees dragging across the floor until the tops of them are pressed to the bottom of the couch. Until there’s no space left between you and Eddie’s thighs flush against the sides of your arms, his groin inches from your face. Your palms now higher up on his thigh.
You can feel how tense he is right now. Watched his expression go from softness to rigid with nerves. And maybe you are the only one who’s been feeling something tonight. Maybe he can handle his weed better than you. Or is simply not interested in you whatsoever. All his mindless flirting just that: mindless.
But you can’t help but want to test the waters. To see if any of those things are actually true.
Leaning up, your palms digging into the meat of his thigh as you do, your eyes moving from his to his lips and back up. A hint he seems to get when he meets you halfway and your lips are being pressed together in a gentle kiss.
It’s slow at first, curious, new to the both of you. Sloppy, and you can feel Eddie’s hand twitch at his side until he loses whatever fight in his head that has him holding back, and then it’s at your cheek and his thumb is digging into your chin the deeper the kiss gets. The more the two of you learn each other’s mouths. Which way to turn your head, that slow timid way his tongue pokes at your lips and then finds its way into your mouth; the quietest of noises coming from his throat when his tongue rubs against yours.
A noise that makes your stomach flutter. Makes an ache start between your legs.
Have you ever been kissed like this? Have you ever felt like the other person was learning you from the inside out? Memorizing how your lips moved, felt, tasted. The way your own deep rooted noise slips out and vibrates against his lips when his other hand comes to the other side of your head and pulls you so close to him as he leans further down into you. The top of your cleavage rubbing against the material of his shirt, tickled by his hair.
When the two of you finally pull apart, your eyes feel heavier than ever. Feel like all your energy went into that kiss and you feel buzzed. Like you’re on cloud nine. Like you’ve never felt better, as the two of you pant. Try to catch your breaths.
Feeling Eddie’s thumb nail running along your bottom lip you look up to his eyes, see they’re on your lips. His brows pulled together.
“Munson.” You don’t mean for it to sound like a whine. It’s not. You’re not whining right now, you’re just…feeling things and really high and maybe you can’t remember anyone you’ve been with ever touching you like this. And he’s barely touching you.
You may not have thought it to be a whine, but Eddie does. The look in his eyes as they finally meet yours has you floored. Has you seeing a want in a pair of eyes you don’t think you’ve seen before—know you haven’t; needy, nervous because of that need.
And when your palm moves of its own accord higher up and over until you feel a bulge in his tight jeans, the intake of breath he does. The slight droop of his eyes. All the decision you need to act on whatever these feelings are.
There’s disappointment in his eyes when you pull away from him, just enough to have his hands drop from your face and yours finding the top of his pants to open them up and fumble with the zipper.
“Whoa,” a nervous chuckle, then his hands wrapping around your wrists to stop you. “Whoa,” he says again. His breath still heavy. “What–should we–you,” he stammers.
It’s a bit cute, but it also has your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Shit. Have you completely misread this? Maybe he just wanted to kiss. You were fine with just kissing, if it was going to be like that everytime. But there’s an ache, a want, to hear that noise again. The one he had made in the back of his throat. To see the impressive bulge that your fingertips had touched.
“Do you,” you pull your hands back, take them from his hold and chew on your lip, “not want to do this? More..” you trail off. You can’t imagine what you were coming off as right now. Have you ever been rejected? Tonight was clearly the night of firsts for you.
“I,” Munson shakes his head, and your stomach sinks. Face falls. But then he’s shaking his head more aggressively, “no, that’s not,” he sighs. Takes a breath to ground himself, his hands coming to hold the tops of your shoulders. His expression serious, “Yes. I want to do this. I just…I’ve–never thought this would be happening and that I would be admitting to it in a situation, let alone this one–“
And then it clicks.
“Munson.” A slow smile snakes its way across your lips, “are you a virgin?”
His leg bounces, teeth chewing at the corner of his mouth. “Yes.”
“Just to be clear I mean sex, you’ve never had sex?”
“Yes.”
“But you’ve done..other stuff, right?”
Silence for a beat and then he’s shaking his head. You try and fail to hide the surprise on your face, “I should take this as a compliment. Your utter shock.” You can see the blush that is growing up his neck and over his already red cheeks.
“I’m sorry.” Your smile falters for a second, “I just thought with that kiss, you had done something before.” You can’t help but look down at his parted lips, yours still tingling from them. “It was..”
“Perfect.”
That word again. Hits you the same way it had before. Has the both of you staring at each other’s mouths until you’re kissing again. This time faster, harder, the passion seeping from the want and morphing into something that now has you completely on fire. Engulfed by Eddie. Your fingers are in his hair. His hands cradling your face like it’s so fucking fragile.
“Can I taste you?” You’re panting against his mouth, running your hands down his chest back to the top of his pants that are still undone. Open enough that you can push your hand in them and move your fingertips against the top of his shaft. That same noise he did earlier coming out as a puff against your parted mouth.
He nods, “yes.” It sounds so soft and filled with need. He presses one more kiss to your lips before he’s slowly pushing himself back, giving you room and helping you maneuver his pants and boxers down his thighs. Just enough to spring his cock free.
It’s bigger than you imagined it would be—never imagined it to be. But, fuck. How has he not done anything when he kisses like that? When he’s so funny, cute, and nice, and his cock is so thick.
Your jaw aches just staring at it. Tongue coming out to wet your lips as you wrap a hand around the base of him, have to hold back the sound you want to make from the sound he makes; a shallow breath let out, just below a whimper. His hips already jerking involuntarily up, precum at his tip.
“Are you sure? You’re not like…just super high–“
“I am super high, Munson.” You smile sweetly and it makes him do the same. A low laugh covered up by you leaning in to press your lips to his, “and yes, I’m sure. Incredibly.” You hope your own look of want for him comes across clearly, not only in your words but with the way your hand starts to move on his shaft, and the way you run your tongue along his bottom lip.
A breathy, “fuck, oh-kay” slipping out from him.
It’s all the consent you need, the push to have you leaning down to run the flat of your tongue across his leaking tip. The hiss of pleasure he lets out only a prelude to the whimpers and gasps he makes when you let your tongue explore along his length, pumping and sucking with your mouth along a thick vein that runs up the side of his cock. Your thumb rubbing a slow circle behind the head of it, making his hips buck and legs tense around you.
And when you finally put him in your mouth, finally swallow down the already there taste of him on your tongue—you both let out a moan. Can feel the top half of him shift like his head has fallen back, an image of his beautifully parted mouth hung open, eyes screwed shut in pleasure has you moaning against him again; your body on fire, your pussy aching.
You match the pumps of your hand with the drag of your mouth up and down his dick. Swirl your tongue around the head and suck when you reach it. Let yourself go as far as your gag reflex will let you until you’re gagging around him and Eddie is cursing and digging his nails into the cushion of the couch.
You completely expect to feel his hand on your head, to be pushing or pulling your hair to guide you. Even fucking up into your mouth. When you’ve done this for other guys they were nothing less than over aggressive about it. So when it doesn’t happen part of you thinks he’s not enjoying it; a thought that’s quickly debunked by the grunts and shaky breaths coming from above you.
And when you steal a glance to the side you can see how red his knuckles look from the death grip he has the cushion in. How his fingers twitch and hand runs along his thigh, acting as if he wants to touch you but not daring to. You steal another glance up at him, “oh, ohmygod” tumbling from his lips when your eyes meet; he looks so desperate right now. So flushed and pretty.
You pull your mouth from him, let your lips press the tiniest of kisses to the tip that makes his hips gyrate, chasing your mouth. “You can touch me, Munson.”
“Where?” He asks shakily.
“Wherever you want.” You reach for his hand and press it to your cheek, “here, so you can feel yourself inside of me.” He whimpers, you smile. “Or here,” you run his hand down your neck, raise your brows to note that area being an option before you descend further. Until you reach the top of your cleavage, “to tits.” You say playfully and it has a deep chuckle scrunching his eyes. “Okay?”
He hums, nods. “Okay.”
And then your mouth is on him again, his tantalizing noises back and making your thighs press closer together. Making you encourage the small thrusts of his hips up into your mouth. Drool slipping down your chin when your own whimper is dredged up from the back of your throat when you feel the pad of his thumb run along your hard nipple; before his palm squeezes and massages your boob in a way that makes you move your body further into his.
The pleasure you’re giving him being handed back to you with the same energy of want and need, and it has you shellshocked. Has your body working overtime with heat, arousal, and wanting to please him. Wanting to hear more of those groans. To feel the head of his cock nudge the back of your throat and his “holy shit, that feels so good” when your throat spasms around him.
If you knew sucking Eddie Munson’s dick was this fun you would of done it years ago.
Why hadn’t you seen him before this night? Why did it take weed and giggles and flirting that turned you on more than you want to admit—to really see him. And why did the thought of not being able to look away from him again, to go back to not seeing him, something that was inevitable: make fear take root in your chest?
His hand has moved to hover over your head, his rings adding more pressure to the back of your skull than his actual fingers do. “You’re so perfect,” he whimpers. Pushes his hips up into your mouth, pulling your lips further down his throbbing shaft. “Perfect.” He repeats, your stomach flutters and flops and you preen around him. His breaths get deeper, hips moving more frequently, fingers flexing in your hair. He’s close, so so close.
And if you thought the noises he was making before were beautiful, the whine he lets out when he says, “I’m going to come, can I–oh fuck–can I do it in your mouth?” Makes your eyes roll back, your head nodding in approval and then you can feel him leaning back; a loud moan coming from his mouth, his fingers gripping the hair on top of your head as he comes against your tongue. The searing heat from it like a salve to the ache in your throat.
You swallow him down. Let your tongue lap at the droplets left on his tip as you suck him into your mouth one last time before he’s letting out a hiss of over sensitivity.
He tastes just as lovely as he looks right now. Completely flushed, eyes red and heavy. One corner of his mouth ticked up in a soft smile.
“Did I hurt you?”
“What?”
“Your hair,” his fingers rub at the back of your skull gently. “I’m sorry if I pulled too hard,” the softness of his words has your chest feeling heavy. Those feelings back, your arousal under shadowed.
“No,” you shake your head. Pull his hand from the back of your head, don’t know why, but you let your lips skate across his rings as you kiss his fingers. “It was perfect.”
His mouth pulls into that boyish grin, for the millionth time tonight. “It was.”
Maybe your summer won’t be so boring after all.
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ddaisychaser · 6 months
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dear eddie munson writers,
you guys have my entire heart thank you for continuing to write our beloved chaotic metalhead that probably needs to take his adhd medication and a shower. i love you.
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swiftgreatest · 1 year
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August | Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader
a/n: hii my peoplee!! how are you? this is the eddie roundtree one shot based on taylor song i talking about on one of my last notes, i hope u like. my requets are open!
inspired on taylor swift song August
words: 1.7k
tw: angst, heart breaking, eddie being stupid, it's not revised so grammatical mistakes
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You and Eddie are a thing.
You and Eddie are a complicated thing.
Is complicated the right word? You're sure about this, in fact, in relation to Eddie, you never have sure about nothing. A relationship full of false hope and questions. But how do you get here?
Salt air and the rust on your door, I never needed anything more,
Whispers of: Are you sure?
Never have I ever before.
Eddie and you meet for the first time at an infamous party of Daisy on the Chateau Marmont, you know Daisy since her adventures in Strip and she never forgets you. You get a friendship with her, since that time you and her still partying together. After she joined The Six, the parties only increased and you were in all of them.
In one of these parties, Daisy shows you to one of her bandmates. Eddie Roundtree. You know his existence, but never noticed him since that night. What you didn't know is he had noticed you before, he got his eyes on you for a long time and he asked Daisy to introduce you.
On that night you talk the whole night, while the people round on the dance floor, you learn about each other, Eddie tells stories about his life, how he got his first guitar, stories of the band, past loves, his past life in Pittsburgh. And you tell your story too and confess your whole life to him.
Is a new thing for you, you never had opened up with a guy from "Strip" like you had with Eddie. You've a serious rule for "Sunset Strip" guys, you don't get them to come close to you, because you know most of them just want to get in your pants. But Eddie, oh he's different, he sounds different. He's like sapphires in the middle of false diamonds. .
But is he really so different from the others?
But I can see us lost in the memory,
August slipped away into a moment in time,
'Cause it was never mine,
And I can see us twisted in bedsheets,
August sipped away like a bottle of wine,
'Cause you were never mine.
Salt air, the weather was strange, but who cares about it? You and Eddie were together, so who cares? You were twisted in bedsheets, hidden from the world in your bedroom, just you and him. Everything makes sense now, it's all about that, share a bottle of wine, listen to Eddie play new songs to you.
Hiding is the most thing you did together. Hidden in parties, after shows, in your house, every place is a new place to hide. Eddie had a list of places you could stand together and act like a couple. For some reason, he didn't want the people to think that you are a couple. Especially his bandmates. No one in the band knew about you two.
You never questioned him about that, you thinking this is happing because you're not dating, so it's a good reason. It's a good reason? You make questions to yourself everyday about it, but it's Eddie! He's different and you have connection, making memories daily, you knew him, you belong to him and he belongs to you.
Your back beneath the Sun,
Wishing I could write my name on it,
Will you call when you're back at school?,
I remember thinking I had you.
For the first time, Eddie took you for the band house, nobody was there, but it's a good first step, isn't? You're together in the terrace, the sun shines on you and reflect to world, is a good felling in side, be with the person you love and should love you too.
You and Eddie was in your world when listen a voice echoed in the house.
"Hey everybody? Is someone there?" You recognize that voice. Is Camilla Dunne, Eddie's childhood friend. You're enchanted with her, she's so kind, sweet and beautiful and takes care of everyone around her, you fall for her and who wouldn't fall in love with her.
"Go to my bedroom" The bassist said and left you before you could say anything. Since you and Eddie had this "thing", you become too good to hide. In the midway for his bedroom you start thinking better, why Eddie wants to hide you from his friends? They're his family. What's the problem with you?
You heard the talk between them and felt a strong urge to go downstairs and introduce yourself to Camilla. It could be a new step for you and Roundtree, you stood in front of the ladder and went down a few steps. But before you could do something, Eddie shows up on the front of the stairs.
"Go back upstairs, she can't see you"
"Why not?"
Eddie takes a deep sigh "We will talk late" Liar. You know it's a lie, always when you come close to starting a fight he says "late" and it ends.
"No! I want to know right now! Why can't I talk with your friends?"
"What? Hell no! Of course you can talk to my friends, but Camilla is different"
" Why she's different? What's she mean to you?"
"Eddie, you've someone with you?" Camilla said and you can hear her footsteps coming closer.
"You need to come up, we'll talk later" He walked off leaving you on the stairs. It wasn't something new, Eddie leaving you in a pit of hope and disappointment. Hope that you would become something, that you would make plans for the future together, that you would be enough for him.
That day you had your big fight.
Remember when I pulled up and said: Get in the car
And then canceled my plans just in case you'd call?
Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all
Meet me behind the mall
"What asswhole! I'll kill that dickhead" Daisy said she's got furious after you tell your story with Roundtree for her.
"Please Daisy, don't make it worse than it is" You had your arms around your body trying to protect yourself from something you didn't know what it was.
Since what happened at The Six's house, you and Eddie have stopped talking to each other, no calls, no meetings, no hiding out at your house. After that fight you haven't spoken to each other. You tried several times, God knows you tried, going to their parties, calling his number. God damn it! You even asked Daisy to take you to one of the shows.
But nothing worked, you met him every time, but he didn't talk to you, in fact he didn't even look at you, it was as if you were nothing to him, as if you had never spoken those beautiful words to each other, exchanged secrets and kisses, it's like you're just a moment in time.
"You can't let him use you like this and just ignore you now, S/n!"
"He didn't use me Daisy! I was there because I wanted it, I wanted him. And I lost him"
"But he can't act like this with you, say nice words and gone, you need to talk with him. I'll fix it" Daisy walked away from you leaving you alone in the living room of her hotel room.
You're tired of fighting for something you aren't sure about anymore, making hopes for something that will never happen. Oh, how did you get here? Lies, dreams, delusions, insecurity coming from words that once made sense. You can't save something that doesn't belong to you.
Back when we were still changing for the better
Wanting was enough
For me, it was enough
To live for the hope of it all
Cancel plans just in case you'd call
And say: Meet me behind the mall,
So much for summer love and saying us
You had forgotten how good Daisy's parties could be since getting involved with the bass player from the Six's, it was something that changed your days for a moment and made you realize how fast life can change.
Falling in love and breaking up was something new for you. Dealing with disappointment and embarrassment was something you needed to learn.
"Why did you tell her? I thought we had fixed it out" Your thoughts were interrupted by Roundtree.
"Fixed what? I don't remember that we had a talk. We don't had nothing"
"That fight means a lot, don't you think so?"
"What I think? You care about what I think? Or is it just another lie?" You took all your courage and aren't coming back now. "Don't lie anymore, I know I didn't mean nothing to you"
"I always cared about you, it was a good time. I really enjoyed being with you."
"But not enough to make us something real, right? He stared at you in silence, you were quiet with your thoughts for a long time but now it would be different. "What are you running from, what are you so afraid of?"
"I know it is late to try to fix it, but I will be honest with you" For the first time in a long time he looks deep into your eyes and you've slips of past memories "There's another person…"
Oh of course it is, someone else, someone better, someone enough for him. It hurts you and for a few minutes you feel down, as if you were sinking in a drilled boat and water was in your lungs.
You get all the courage left inside you and ask "Who?" Eddie didn't answer. He never answered your question, in fact he didn't need to, his eyes following the black-haired woman dancing on the dance floor with her husband the Six's frontman said it all. She was the reason. And how could you never imagine this? The two of them grew up together and God! She was perfect, how could you look at her and not be on your knees for her in the same minute, it's impossible.
And in this moment you realize that you never could lose Eddie, because he never is yours to lose.
'Cause you weren't mine to lose
You weren't mine to lose, oh
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heyyy everybodyyyy!! how are you today? i hope u ok!! if u like, reblog and like this means a lot to me, my requets is open ❤️
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hairmetal666 · 1 year
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au where Steve is a famous Disney kid and Eddie is a teenaged singer-songwriter. They get pushed together at events because they're close in age, but they just quietly dislike each other.
Steve's got a new show starting, a spinoff of the one that made him a household name. They hire a newcomer, Robin Buckley, to play his best friend and the two quickly become BFF in real life.
The show runs for two seasons but when it comes time to renegotiate contracts, neither star is interested. They're older now, ready to live life on their terms and not the company's, or in Steve's case, his parents.
As soon as the finale airs, Robin and Steve celebrate by going to a gay club. A few weeks later, an interview is released where Steve comes out as bi and talks about how his parents mistreated him; how they worked with the network to pressure him to be a perfect "all-American" kid even off screen.
Meanwhile, Eddie's an impossible level of famous. He's had number-one hits, won a Grammy, headlined an arena tour, achieved every dream he had for himself as a kid growing up in a trailer park in Indiana. He's not shocked by the news that Steve is leaving Hollywood, but he's flabbergasted that the guy isn't straight. When Eddie reads the interview, he gets this weird pang in his chest, almost like regret. But he never even liked Steve.
Steve isn't in the news again and Eddie doesn't think of him for a long time.
Steve goes to college. He loves it. Not because he's great in his classes, or anything, but because he's free to be himself for the first time. He makes friends and goes to parties and relaxes. He and Robin share an apartment.
After a few semesters, Steve decides to take a couple of theater classes, and is quickly cast in campus productions. In the vague anonymity of college theater he rediscovers his love of acting. No one has expectations of him, no one forces him to perform. He graduates and slowly starts appearing in small roles in Indie films, gathering critical acclaim. He feels good. Happy. Hopeful.
Eddie is blissfully unaware of Steve's career resurgence, experiencing his own musical highpoints, until the day where he's scrolling Twitter, sees a Variety headline that's getting a bunch of attention, "Steve Harrington in talks to star in Max Mayfield's first film." Eddie's livid.
"Maxine, what the fuck?" He growls when she answers his call.
They grew up together in the same Indiana trailer park. When she moved to Hollywood to start a career as a screenwriter, Eddie was by her side. And when her first script wound up on the Black List, his involvement on the soundtrack and original songs sealed her production deal.
She gives a long suffering sigh. "Munson," she grumbles. "I know you have a weird history with this guy, but I swear he's the right choice."
"He's a stuck up rich boy who's never been in trouble in his life."
"He's changed."
"Doubtful," Eddie sneers.
"Look. I'll set-up a meeting. Come hang out and you'll see what I mean." Before she hangs up she adds, "Call me Maxine again and I'll end you."
They invite Harrington to Eddie's recording studio. His hopes are not high for this meeting, so he's already a little thrown when Steve Harrington walks in, all grown up. He's in a crimson sweater, tight jeans, hair grown long so that it flops around his face in tousled waves that actually look genuine, windswept and golden. Eddie's eyes instinctively trace the scatter of moles on Harrington's face and neck, a pang of something hitting deep in his gut. Fuck, this dude is beautiful.
"Harrington," he greets, sticks out his hand. Eddie barely hears the answering, "Munson," because instead of a handshake, Harrington pulls Eddie in for a hug. Muscles bunch under the sleeves of the sweater, against Eddie's chest, and he's assaulted by the scent of cedar and sunshine and Steve. Eddie's not prepared for any of this.
They make small talk, Harrington sharing about going to college, falling in love with theater, Robin Buckley who he calls his soulmate. Eddie's head rings with how wrong he was about this guy; the pretty kid he grew up alongside who seemed to have the world in his hands. Max was right, he's perfect. Except.
"Let's get down to it, Harrington," Eddie says. Can't bring himself to call him Steve yet, feels that will somehow change everything and he's not ready. "I'll admit that Mayfield had the right idea about you, but can you sing? Play guitar? You have to perform my music, dude. That's not a small ask."
Harrington smirks, asks for a guitar. He gets it settled across his lap before he speaks. "I started taking piano lessons when I was 4. Voice and guitar at 7."
Eddie belatedly recalls that Harrington's parents were the worst kind of stage-parents, pushing their cute kid to perform even as he sobbed about wanting to play soccer with his friends instead of going to auditions. He has a moment of shame that he forgets as the other man begins to play. It's one of Eddie's biggest hits, a ballad about a teenaged broken heart from a kid whose name he can't even remember.
Harrington's hair flops in a swoop over his forehead, his fingers move across the strings with ease, skill. His voice is a rasp, close mimic to Eddie's own, but not quite deep enough. Goosebumps spread across Eddie's arms, his neck, and warmth pools low in his gut.
Steve finishes the song, looks up, cheeks glowing pink, honey eyes bright. Eddie's fucking gone for this guy. He wants so badly he might choke on it.
"Good?" Steve asks.
Eddie's embarrassed suddenly. Unsure. He tugs at his hair. "Yeah," he laughs. "Good."
He reaches out to take the guitar, the one Steve's already handing to him, and their hands brush. Eddie flushes. Their eyes meet and Steve smiles. Eddie's thoughts are consumed with the desire to kiss his plush pink mouth.
"You wanna get dinner? Just you and me?" Steve asks.
"Yeah, Steve," he laughs. "I'd love to."
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Fifteen Months Later
"Former Teen Heartthrobs Make Love Connection?"
Fans of musician Eddie Munson and former child star, Steve Harrington, were in for the surprise of their lives last night as the men arrived together for the premier of Harrington's new movie, Small Town Sins, written by up-and-coming screenwriter Max Mayfield, featuring original music by Munson. While Harrington's performance and the movie itself are garnering quite a bit of positive buzz, it's being overshadowed by gossip about Harrington and Munson's budding romance. They walked the red carpet together, pausing for photos as a duo, holding hands and flirting. When asked for confirmation of their relationship, Munson answered, 'we're bros,' before winking and pulling Harrington close.
There's a TikTok video embedded below the article, showing the men being interviewed on the red carpet. Their arms are loosely around each others' waists, and when their eyes meet they catch and hang for a beat.
"So, longtime fans of both of yours are going feral online right now because of the rumors that you two used to hate each other. Is there any truth to that?" An off-camera voice asks.
The men laugh. "We've always been great friends," Eddie answers.
"Eddie thought I was stuck up," Steve giggles.
"I did not." Eddie slaps at Steve, who gives him an affectionate smile.
"Liar," Steve answers.
Eddie leans into the camera like he's telling a secret. "Harrington here was afraid of me."
"Fuck off, I was not." They wrestle around for a couple of seconds.
Steve shrugs Eddie off, straightening his suit jacket. "Okay, maybe I was a little intimidated back then, but then this morning you found a pretty rock and cried about it."
Eddie shrieks, swatting at Steve until someone in a black suit and name tag shoos them down the red carpet.
Eddie walks off first, so he misses Steve withdrawing a hand from his pocket and saying, "Still have the rock, though." He flashes the red, grey, blue striped stone at the camera.
His gaze drifts away, landing somewhere in the distance, hazel eyes soft and heart-wrenchingly fond.
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The Repair Boy
Eddie Munson x Female reader
Authors note- hola my ghouls, gremlins, and fellow goblins. I’m back with another Eddie one shot. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated. <3
Warnings- 18++++ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY WORK PLEASE. Foul language, Protected P in V smut, oral female and male receiving.
Summary- After your dad needs his guitar fixed you meet a rather handsome repair boy. 5.2k words
“Come on darlin I wanna get there before they close”
“You’re a grown man I don’t understand why I have to go with you”
“Cause I’m your father and I don’t want to go alone that’s why”
You grab your jacket and join your father on his way out the door. On the way out the door your dad picks his guitar case up off the ground and swings it around in his hand.
“Watch out with that thing dad! You’re lucky you don’t break it!”
“I’m already taking it to get repaired. What’s a little more damage.”
“I thought that thing was your precious baby?”
“Oh trust me she is. Now get in the car.”
You get in the car and your father drives to the local instrument store. You both walk in together and your father makes a beeline for the sales counter.
A woman greets him and asks what he’s there for. She points him in the direction towards the back of the store to the repair counter. Your father and yourself walk up to the counter and ring the bell. You wait a moment while you hear rummaging from the background and out pops this tall, gangly, (rather handsome) young fellow around your age holding a guitar.
Your father greets him with a smile and tells him the problems he’s having with his guitar. The young man listens intently while studying the guitar and even chimes in a few times to compliment the guitar. “An 81’ skylark huh? She’s a beaut” his voice has you weak in the knees.
It’s when you hear his voice you realise you’ve done nothing but stare down the poor boy since you got there. What else you notice is he hadn’t looked at you once. For all you knew he had no idea you were there.
“So sir for the repairs it’s gonna be about $40”
“Really only $40? That’s amazing. Darlin, did you hear that? Only $40 to fix my baby!” Your dad turns to face you and for the first time since you walked in the shop so does the repair boy. His eyes meet yours and you can tell he checks you out really fast by the way his eyes scan up and down your body.
He quickly coughs and turns his attention back to the counter in front of him.
He rings up your father and tells your father the guitar should be ready either later in the day or the next day and that he’d call when the guitar was ready. As he turns to leave you catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his arm. What appears to be a bat. The words seem to tumble out of your mouth before you can catch them.
“I like your tattoo.”
He stops and looks at you and then back down at his tattoo on his arm.
“Thanks.” There’s a silence between the two of you and your father clears his throat to get your attention. You turn away from the repair boy and make your way out the door with your father.
On the car ride home it’s relatively silent except for the music blasting from the radio. Until your dad breaks the silence.
“i rEaLLy LiKed yOuR tATtOo” he pretended to flip his hair and bat his eyelashes.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh come on sweetheart you were totally drooling over that boy.”
You blush and try to sputter out some excuse but nothing comes out. Instead your face just keeps getting deeper shades of red.
“It’s okay sweetheart breathe. And besides you’ll totally have a chance with him.”
“DAD! What the hell are you talking about?”
“Oh come on did you see how hard he was trying to not look at you cause I was there. And then the second he did look at you he looked like he was damn well about to faint on the floor.”
“Okay even if that was true what do you mean I totally have a chance with him. I’ll probably never see him again.”
“Sure you will.”
“When?”
“When you go by yourself to pick up my guitar whenever that boy calls.”
“What! Why!”
“Cause I work tonight so I will be sleeping when we get home and I will be sleeping tomorrow so you can go pick up the guitar by yourself.”
You go quiet on the rest of the car ride home. Thinking about that stupid boy. Hell you didn’t even know his name yet his smile and his long hair and his tattoos are all you can think about.
As you get home and day fades into night you await the phone call. It doesn’t Come. Instead you busy yourself with catch up assignments that you picked up from the school yesterday. You were hoping to impress some of your new teachers by having some schoolwork done before your first official day at Hawkins high.
As much as you try to distract yourself that boy keeps flashing through your mind. You wondered about him. Maybe he went to the same school you did and you didn’t even know it yet. What if you had classes together? What if what if what if. Eventually you realised none of your work was getting done and you decided to call it a night.
The next day you were going about your tasks of the day. Unpacking boxes and setting up furniture around the house when you hear a ring coming from the kitchen. The phone on the wall was ringing. You run over to the phone and answer it rather quickly. A female voice is on the phone much to your disappointment.
“The guitar is ready to be picked up whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you very much. I’ll be there shortly to pick it up.”
You got dressed in a particularly cute outfit (that may or may not have shown a little too much cleavage) with some cute shoes to match. You got in your dads car and drove to the instrument shop.
Exiting the car you feel yourself starting to get a little nervous. Now that your dad wasn’t here to cockblock you. It was completely in your hands what to do with this boy. Would you chicken out and say nothing? What if your dad was wrong and the boy had absolutely 0 interest in you. Or worse what if the boy already had a girlfriend.
Shaking the thoughts out of your head you open the door to the shop and walk past the girl at the front desk and head straight to the back repair counter. At first you see nobody but as you get closer to the counter you can hear noises. Clanging and banging.
Then a loud bang followed by an “OUCH FUCK”
Then from under the counter pops out the boy from yesterday. Rubbing the top of his head in a soothing motion. You try not to giggle at the boy but you just can’t help it. When he hears your giggle his eyes snap over to you and where you’re standing. He clears his throat and you can see a blush fan across his face.
“Uh hi. How can I help you?”
“I was in here yesterday with my dad. I’m
Here to pick up his guitar.”
“Right! Right! Of course! Skylark girl. You said you liked my tattoo.”
“Yup! That’s me! So how’s my dads guitar? That thing is his baby and if it’s not in perfect condition when I get home I’m pretty sure he’ll kill both of us.”
“Oh don’t you worry I fixed her up real nice. She’s good as new.”
He turns around and grabs the guitar case out of a stack of other guitar cases. He turns back to you and sets the guitar on the counter.
“You wanna see it?”
“Can I?”
He pops open the case and lets you look at it. You go to touch it but quickly stop yourself out of habit and retract your hand.
“Something wrong, skylark?”
“Huh?”
“Well you aren’t touching the guitar you’re just kind of staring at it.”
“Oh. Right. Well I’m not really allowed to touch it. Like I said that thing is my dads baby. Pretty sure he loves it more than he loves me so touching it would just be a death sentence.”
“He’s not here you know. He’ll never know.”
“Somehow he would. He’s magic like that.”
“So you’re telling me your dad will let a complete stranger like me handle his guitar but he won’t let a sweet little thing like you touch it?”
You blush due to his words and the casual way he said it. Little did you know your blush didn’t go unnoticed.
“Yeah I guess so.”
“Well that’s a cryin shame. You play any instruments?”
“I actually have my own guitar and a keyboard but I don’t play much”
“So you have your own guitar and he still won’t let you touch his. Come on, he's not here. How about you show me how much you can play? Plus you’ll be testing it out for me. Seein how it plays after my repairs.”
You reach out to touch the guitar very slowly but this time your hand actually makes contact. It felt naughty touching the guitar after being told not to so many times. You pick up the guitar out of the case so gently as if it were made from glass. You sit in a nearby stool and begin to strum away. Playing a little tune you’d learned from a friend long before you moved here.
As you finished playing you look up to find the boy staring at you intently. He has a lopsided smile on his face.
When he sees you’re done playing he does a nice light clap. “So what's your name mystery guitar girl?”
“Y/n L/n”
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
You blush again and look away from him and down at the guitar in your lap. And to think you thought you’d be the one having to make the moves while he’s out here just openly flirting with you.
“So why haven’t I seen you around before? Pretty small town. I’m assuming you’re new around here. Or just visiting?”
“My dad and I just moved here actually.”
“You go to Hawkins high yet?”
“I start there Monday. I’ll be a senior.”
“Same here. Well I mean I already go there and technically I’ve been a senior for 3 years now but I’ll still be one when you get there on Monday.”
You laugh a little and shake your head.
“Jeez 3 years of senior year. I’d hate that.”
“Livin the dream sweetheart livin the dream.”
“You know guitar boy you’re pretty cool.”
“Oh fuck I forgot my name tag. I’m Eddie by the way. Eddie Munson.”
“Pretty name for a pretty boy.”
He smiles wildly at you and reaches out to shake your hand. There’s a bit of a spark when your hands touch that makes you jump back slightly. When you let go of his hand yours feels colder. Emptier.
“So I should take this guitar and get it back to my dad. But I was wondering what time you get off.”
Eddie stood there shocked. He knew the two of you had been flirting but no part of him actually expected you to ask him out. Hell if you knew what his reputation around town and at school was you probably wouldn’t be asking him this. But you’re new so all that influence hasn’t gotten to you yet. Maybe he can win you over before the masses do.
“I get off at 6…why?”
“Well I was wondering if you’d want to hangout with me. Maybe show me around town a bit. I haven’t been able to explore much.”
“I’d love to show you around sweetheart. It’s a date. Here give me your address and I’ll come pick you up when I’m off work so we aren’t taking two separate cars.”
You write down your address on the back of the receipt and hand it to him. Eddie closes the guitar case for you and hands it to you over the counter. You leave the shop and drive home with a wide smile on your face.
When you get home you find your father in the kitchen eating some food before his night shift at work.
“How’s my baby? Is she fixed?”
“Good as new pops good as new”
You gently set the guitar case down on the kitchen table and your dad wipes his hands clean before opening the case and gently picking up the guitar. He starts strumming away and a wide smile grows on his face.
“God I haven’t heard her play like that in quite a while. That boy really fixed her up. Even cleaned all the old stickers off. Should have given that boy a tip.”
Your father looks up at you and can’t help but notice the gentle smile and glow you seem to carry about you.
“Speaking of that boy. Howd it go?”
“Well he’s picking me up when he gets off work and he’s going to show me around town. If that’s alright?”
“That’s fine. Just remember to be safe. In every way.”
“DAD!”
“I'm just trying to make sure I don’t have any grandkids before you graduate highschool.”
You grab water from the fridge and turn to leave the room. You had a few hours to get ready for your date. Your dad leaves for work leaving you home alone.
Around 6 pm you begin putting the finishing touches on your outfit. As you get dressed you begin to blast Iron Maiden on the surround sound stereo. Singing along to run to the you barely hear the faint ringing of the doorbell. You quickly turn down the stereo and open the door. Your eyes are greeted by the site of Eddie standing there with a very wide smile on his face.
“Iron Maiden?” Is the first words out of his mouth.
“Yup love me some maiden. Pops raised me on the shit.”
“So skylark you ready?”
“Ready Eddie!”
You grab your jacket and turn off the stereo and follow Eddie to his van parked in your driveway. You reach for the door handle but Eddie beats you to it and opens the door for you. You climb in and buckle your seatbelt as he makes his way around the van and into the driver's seat.
“So Eddie, where around town are you gonna show me?”
“Well sweetheart we’ve got some cool spots in town that I thought you might like. But you’ll just have to see when we get there.”
Eddie lets you pick the music on the car ride and of course you choose some Iron Maiden. Eddie enjoys getting to sing along with you but he doesn’t sing very loud. Much rather preferring to hear your voice. After a bit of driving Eddie pulls into the parking lot of a building that says “Arcade” attached to a building that says “Family Video ''.
You begin to get excited. Back in your hometown you loved going to the arcade and you’re ecstatic to learn that Hawkins has one. Eddie looks over at you and can see the excitement written across your face and breathes a sigh of relief to see you’re happy. He gets out of the car first and makes his way around the van to open the door for you once more. You practically jump out of the van and grab his hand dragging him towards the arcade doors.
“Where should we start!? There’s so many games in here!”
“My friends Dustin and Max really like dig dug. Maybe start there?”
You sit on the stool in front of the machine and begin to play as Eddie stands behind you and watches. You’re very good at the game and after only a few tries you beat both max and Dustin’s high scores. Eddie knows the kids are gonna lose it when they see this.
“Shit sweetheart you’re pretty badass.”
“I wanna try that one over there. The one called dragons lair.”
“Go ahead sweetheart but I’ve been told it’s impossible to beat.”
“If my party and I can beat vecna I can totally beat some dragon and rescue a princess.”
Eddie is left dumbfounded by what he just heard. You start to rise from the dig dug machine and make your way over to the dragons lair game but Eddie gently grabs your arm and spins you to face him.
“You play D&D!?”
“Well yeah? That hard to believe munson?”
Eddie's thoughts are racing a million miles a minute. It’s like you’d stepped out of his wildest dreams. A girl who plays guitar, listens to maiden, plays games, plays D&D and is ridiculously hot, is on a date with him.
Eddie doesn’t think about what he does next. He leans in and leaves a quick peck on your lips and you squeak in surprise.
“Shit sorry! I just- well you’re really- and I just-“
You cut off his rambling by kissing him again. This time not just a peck but enough for your lips to meld to his plump soft lips. You both sigh into each other's mouths. Eventually you pull back with a bright smile on your face.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I walked into your shop yesterday.”
Eddies knees practically wobble. He can’t believe you’re real. He must be dreaming. But he lets you drag him over to dragon's lair and he watches as you rescue the princess on your first attempt. Because of course you do. He watches as you type in your initials and they go just above Lucas’s where he’d rescued princess Daphne. Now the princess is yours.
After you play a few more games and prove yourself to be even more of a badass, Eddie suggests you guys move on to the next phase of the night.
“Wait Eddie! Can we go next door and pick out a movie?”
“What?”
“Well I was thinking after we do whatever you have planned that we could go back to mine and watch a movie. My dad works nights so it would be just us.”
Oh. Oh. Eddie wasn’t prepared for this. The possibility of spending the night with you alone in your house. But how could he say no. Why would he say no? He’d have to be a mad man to turn down that opportunity.
“Well sure thing sweetheart.”
He walks you over to family video hand in hand and as the door swings open a voice calls out.
“Munson?”
“Eddie?”
You look up to see a rather handsome boy behind a counter and rather lovely looking girl with him. Both looking at you and Eddie hand in hand.
“Hey Steve. Hey Robs.” He guided you towards the counter with him and introduced you.
“So you and Munson areeeee?” Steve says with a raised brow.
Eddie opens his mouth to answer but nothing comes out. So you take over.
“We’re on a date.”
Steve and Robin both look surprised as does Eddie. Eddie is shocked that you’d admit to being on a date with him and both Steve and Robin are surprised he has a date in the first place. You look around and note everyone’s surprise.
“Am I missing something?”
“No nope, not at all sweetheart. Here how about you go pick out a movie while I catch up with Steve. Robin, how about you go help her pick out a movie.”
Robin comes from behind the counter and walks with you to the horror section where you begin to pick out a movie. Robin decided to test your intentions with her friend.7
“So you and Munson huh? What made that happen?”
“Well I just moved here and met Eddie at the instrument store yesterday. Couldn’t stop thinking about him to be honest.”
“Aww that’s cute. So what are you guys up to?”
“Well he took me to the arcade and we’re gonna do some stuff after this although he won’t tell me what. And the. We’re going to go to my house and watch a movie.” You grab the shining and The Thing. You look over at Eddie talking to Steve and you can’t help but wonder what they’re saying. There’s no doubt in your mind they’re talking about you but you want to know why Eddie’s got such a wide smile on his face.
“Dude how the hell did you score her?”
“I didn’t man. She just kind of wanted me. It was wild. She’s amazing man. We’ve only known each other for like a day but I’m pretty sure we were made for each other man.”
Steve puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder and gives him a light hit.
“Congrats man. So what are you two up to.”
“Well, I just took her to the arcade. Which she was a total badass at by the way. Then I'm gonna take her to the diner to get some food. And then I guess now we’re going back to her place to watch a movie.”
“Back to her place huh?” Steve says with a raised brow. “You ready for that munson?”
“Actually, no. Wasn’t really planning any of this today.”
Steve looks over his shoulder to make sure you aren’t looking. Luckily you seem to be in a conversation with Robin. He quickly reaches in his pocket and retrieves his wallet and pulls out a condom and slides it over the counter towards Eddie who’s face quickly turns a deep shade of red and swipes the condom off the counter and shoves it into his wallet.
After talking a little more you make your way back to the counter with Eddie where he wraps an arm around your shoulder. Robin and Steve check out your movies and send the two of you on your way. On the way out you turn around and see Steve and Robin high-five through the window. You smile to yourself.
After getting in Eddie’s van he drives you to a nearby diner called Bennys and the two of you order a couple burgers and fries and a single milkshake to share. You’re sitting on the same side of the booth and he keeps his arm around your shoulder the entire time.
You both spend hours talking and learning more about each other but somehow it feels like you two have known each other for millennia. At the end of the meal they bring the check and Eddie pulls out his wallet to pay for the meal. When he opens his wallet a double XL condom falls on the table in front of your face and Eddie tries to grab it as fast as he can but knows you’ve already seen it. His face goes deep red.
All you do is kiss his cheek and lean up to whisper in his ear. “Wanna go watch those movies now?”
He nods his head yes a little too eagerly making you giggle. He leaves the money on the table and the two of you run out of the restaurant giggling like children.
The drive back to your house was very fast. Considering Eddie didn’t stop once. The van comes to a stop and Eddie gets you out of the van and the first thing you do is kiss him. You guys kiss all the way till he has you pressed up against your front door.
Through breaths you say. “Eddie-“ kiss “I need-“ kiss “to open” kiss “the door” kiss kiss kiss.
He finally takes a step back and lets you open the door but the second the two of you are in the house you’re back on each other again. You kiss him and guide him all the way to your bedroom. Your hands are tangled in his hair and his hands are roaming your body. He squeezes your hips and pulls your body flush against his where you can feel a rather prominent bulge pressed against you. A part of you had wondered in the diner if he’d really need a double XL condom but now you were thinking that even that may be a little small.
You guide him to your bed until his knees his the mattress and he pulls you down on top of him as you two fall onto the mattress. Neither of you breaking the makeout session.
You sit yourself on top of him and begin to grind down onto his bulge making him groan into your mouth and you begin to moan back when he bucks his hips up to meet yours.
“Sweetheart.”
You stop kissing for a second. Both out of breath with kiss bruised lips.
“Yeah Eddie?”
“Unless you want me to blow my load in my jeans I think we should-“
You’ve already got the message so you sit up straight and start removing your clothes. Eddie sits up and starts removing his clothes as well and you can’t help but get distracted by his tattoo littered body. He notices you’re staring.
“Like what you see sweetheart?”
“Very much.” You lean forward and start to leave kisses on each of the tattoos you see. You leave kisses all the way down his torso and his happy trail and you stop right above his boxers. You look up at Eddie who has his head thrown back and is breathing heavily. You’ve never seen a prettier sight.
“Eddie?” Your voice is so soft and seductive it makes Eddie’s dick twitch in his boxers. He looks down at you in nothing but your bra and underwear and he’s ready to bust any second.
“Can I suck you off?”
And now he knows he must be dreaming. There’s no way you’re real. He knows he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast but he can’t find it in him to say no. Especially not when you’re looking up at him like that.
“Y-yeah.”
You smile and slide his boxers down his legs and let them on the floor. His dick flops up and almost hits his belly button. You’ve never seen a dick as impressive as his. It makes you press your thighs together. You see the precum leaking from the tip and you can’t help yourself. You lunge forward and lick the tip. Eddie let’s out a raspy moan. You then spit a glob on him and rub it down his shaft. You start to jerk him a little faster and Eddie’s moaning gets more frequent and higher pitched. His back starts to arch off the bed and you realize this poor boy is falling apart just from your touch. You decide to speed up the process and take him in your mouth. You begin to Bob your head up and down. He lets out a loud groan and he can feel his balls tighten. His dick is twitching. He’s close. You know he is.
Eddie warns you that he’s going to cum and he expects you to take your head off his dick but you don’t and before he knows it he’s spilling down your throat. And you’re moaning around him as he releases. Eventually he catches his breath and sits up and sees you touching yourself.
“Baby baby no. Come here let me do that for you. You took care of me, it's only fair I return the favor.”
You crawl up and trade places with him on the bed. He leaves a trail of kisses all over your body. He unclasps your bra and throws it across the room. He finds your nipples are hard enough to cut glass. He takes each of you nipples into his mouth giving them equal attention as his hand glides down your body and into your panties where he finds your soaked form.
It takes him a moment but when he finds your clit he starts to play you like a guitar. You're practically singing for him and he’s pretty sure he can get you to come from his fingers on your clit alone. But he doesn’t want that. He wants to taste you. So he makes his way down your body and slides your panties down your legs and discards them with the rest of the clothing.
When he finally sees your glistening pussy staring at him he can’t help but dig in and start eating you out like a man starved. You’re reaching for the sheets, his hair, the headboard, pillows. Anything you can grab to keep yourself grounded as you begin to scream out his name.
He licks you from clit to entrance and uses his fingers to swirl your clit as he continues to eat you out. You’re stomach begins to flutter and you can feel your orgasm building. Eddie moves his mouth back up to your clit and inserts two fingers into you and you sigh in relief. He starts pumping and curling his fingers until he finds that spongy spot that had you crumbling around him. Screaming out his name as you cream around his fingers.
He kisses his way back up your body as you come down from your high. You feel his cock hard and brushing against your thigh and you can’t help but moan. You reach between the two of you and grab hold of him and he moans.
You two make out for a moment more before he climbs off the bed and grabs the condom from his wallet. You watch as he rolls down his shaft and gives himself a few strokes. He then climbs back on the bed and situates himself between your legs.
He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in. His fingers intertwined with yours and you both moan in sync as he bottoms out within you. You’ve never felt so full and he’s never felt a pussy that was made for him before.
You both have your eyes open as he begins to slowly pull out and sink back into you. You wrap your legs around his waist and he begins to pound into you.
The bed begins to shake and the headboard starts smacking against the wall so hard that you briefly worry about denying the wall considering it’s a new house but you’re too blissed out in pleasure to truly care.
His cock drives into you at just the right angle that has you seeing stars and you start to scream out his name. Your pussy begins to flutter around him.
Eddie reaches a hand between the two of you and starts to rub your clit and you’re done for. Clenching around him and cumming harder than you ever have before. Eddie continues to pound into you chasing his own high. As he pounds into you you reach around his back and begin to scratch his back. The sting of the scratches is what sends him over the edge spilling into the condom with the whimper of your name.
You two lay intertwined for a bit just catching your breaths. Occasionally peppering kisses on one another’s face. Eventually he pulls out and ties off the condom and throws it in the trash. You get up and go to the bathroom and come back to find Eddie gathering his clothes,
“Where are you going?”
“I didn’t know if you’d want me to stay.”
“Well we still have those movies to watch.”
Eddie sits back down in your bed and you crawl into the bed next to him and curl into his side. You both drift off while watching the thing.
When your father gets home and sees the van parked in his driveway he just knows it’s the repair boy.
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evanbegins · 2 months
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i've been dying to catch you dizzy ❄️
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And Eddie Diaz is a strong man. He’s been through war and trauma after trauma, bad things happening to him and almost everybody he cares about. He’s witnessed one of his best friends recovering in a hospital bed, stabbed by Maddie’s crazed and wretched ex-husband. He’s seen a ladder truck crush his friend and his wife passing away in front of his very eyes. He’s seen the aftermath of a tsunami that his son and Buck had been in the midst of. He’s persevered and kept himself alive, keeping his mental health just above crumbling. He’s a firefighter who carries people and heavy equipment and saves them from danger; he has to be one of the strongest people he knows. The struggles of recovering from bullet wounds on two separate occasions and his first love leaving him to take care of their children while she cared for her sick mother toughened him up more than anything else. He is a strong, strong man.
But right here, right now, Buck is in front of him. He’s big and bundled up, his huge hands cradling Eddie’s, his smile absolutely infectious; with rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes, he looks like one of those sweet blonde cherubs in the paintings decorating his abuela’s hallways. Eddie Diaz isn’t a religious man, but he thanks God that the man holding him close has survived time after time again.
“Okay,” He says, because Buck’s word is one holy and true; the thing he trusts most. If Buck tells him to hold his hands to ice skate, he will. “Just lead the way.”
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For the dialogue prompts: Steddie + 24. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” “Probably not.”
i did another one-shot with this prompt here as well :) (this is a no upside down au/high school au; eddie is a senior (his first senior year) and steve is a junior) {part 2 // part 3} cw: substance use; weed; very brief reference to child neglect & alcoholism; little bit of internalised homophobia
It's not often Eddie sees Steve Harrington in detention. Not often meaning never. He's out of place here, sitting at a creaky desk with Eddie and the others, in his pristine polo and shiny hair.
Eddie stares at him for a moment when he walks in, hovering in the doorway and eyeing Steve's posture. He's slouched in his seat, arms crossed, almost brooding, and Eddie feels rabid as Steve meets his eyes and cocks an eyebrow. But he behaves (for once).
He sits next to him, scooting his chair a little too close as he whispers, "What'd you do?"
"Nothing," Steve grumbles, and Eddie grins.
---
Steve's never actually talked with Eddie Munson. But that doesn't stop him from looking at him. He sees him in the hallways all the time, sees his hair that's almost at his shoulders, long and frizzy in a way that would be curly if Eddie took proper care of it. He sees him make faces at people, sees him draw in his notebook, and Steve is fascinated.
Eddie smiles like he's feral, all wide-eyed and shining, and Steve loves his smile, even if he doesn't admit it to himself. It's an exciting smile.
Somehow even though they've never spoken, Eddie seems perfectly comfortable sitting next to him (right next to him; maybe a little too close, but Steve isn't complaining) and talking to him.
"No, seriously," Eddie says. "What'd you do?"
Steve sighs, letting his head fall back to look at the ceiling.
"Uh." He keeps his voice quiet. There are other kids in the room, but none of them seem to care very much about the two of them. They're all sitting with their heads down on their desks, probably asleep. "I might have cussed out a teacher."
Eddie's eyes become even wilder, and his grin broadens, and Steve can't help but smile with him, his face flushing as Eddie knocks their shoulders together.
"You are so much cooler than I thought you were."
"Wow."
"Who was it?"
"Fisher."
"What'd he do?"
"Uh," Steve sighs again. "He, like, scolded me for not paying attention because I couldn't follow along, and I kind of just... snapped. Said he's a shitty teacher and maybe I'd be able to follow along if he wasn't so fucking boring."
"Steve Harrington. You're my hero."
Steve laughs. He hasn't laughed all day, but Eddie fucking Munson manages to get him to giggle, and then his face flushes with heat again.
They have to be quiet when detention actually starts, and Steve doesn't get the chance to ask Eddie what he did to get detention. But he can guess: he was probably late to class a few too many times, or neglected to turn in an assignment again. Something that Eddie is notorious for.
---
They fall silent when detention starts, and Eddie sees Steve lay his head down. He lets himself watch, admiring the way Steve pushes his hair out of his face before he sighs and looks across the room, blinking at the chalkboard. His eyes glaze over after a moment, and his eyebrows furrow like he's thinking hard about something. And Eddie is curious about what goes on in Steve Harrington's head. He has a feeling it's nothing good when Steve blinks his eyes, sniffling and tilting his head to lay it on his forearm. He looks like he's going to cry.
Eddie pulls his bag close and rips a scrap out of one of his notebook, rummaging around in the bottom of the bag for a pen before he scribbles a note and slides it onto Steve's desk.
you ok?
Steve lifts his head to look at him, and somehow his face falls even more as he reads it, and Eddie suddenly wants to wrap his arms around him, this boy he's never even spoken to, as Steve looks over at him and shrugs weakly.
What's wrong? Eddie mouths.
Steve looks back at the nose, biting his lip, and then he gestures for the pen, and Eddie passes it to him.
just feel like shit
Eddie looks at the note, contemplating, ultimately deciding that he can't give him a hug right here and now (unfortunately), and he draws the lines for tic-tac-toe before passing it back to Steve.
Steve looks at it and smiles.
He glances up at the teacher, who's reading something, and he moves his chair closer to Eddie, leaving the paper between them. The movement makes Eddie's stomach flutter, and he internally curses himself, because now is not the time to think about how he has a crush on a straight boy.
But he can't do anything about it, because Steve lays his head back down, drawing a little X in the center square, and his cheek squishes against his arm, and his hair falls to the desk, and he looks beautiful. Eddie looks away from him, but leans down, crossing an arm over the desk in front of himself and resting his chin on it.
They play three games, passing the pen back and forth. Steve wins the first two, and it makes him smile again and again, and Eddie decides he's set the world alight to make him smile. It makes his eyes squeeze shut in a way that's going to leave crow's feet behind when he's older. Eddie suddenly hopes he gets to see it.
Eddie sticks his tongue out at him like a child when he finally wins a game, drawing a sharp line through his Os, and Steve snorts, shaking his head at him.
Eddie sits up while Steve is staring at their next game, analyzing Eddie's Os carefully, and he stretches his back, looking across the room. Peters is asleep now, slouched over at his desk and snoring quietly, his book on his chest.
Eddie grins, elbowing Steve and gesturing with a jerk of his chin when Steve looks up at him.
Steve makes a face at Peters, looking oddly disappointed in him, and Eddie almost laughs, pressing his lips together when Steve looks back at him.
---
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Eddie whispers softly, and Steve glances him up and down, scanning his ripped jeans and his Megadeth t-shirt that's stained, the black fabric spotted reddish orange, his tangled necklaces and heavy rings.
"Probably not."
And Eddie just gives him this grin, this shit-eating, let's-break-the-law type of grin that makes Steve want to break the law. And Steve watches as he snatches the pen up from the table and grabs his backpack, standing up and crossing the room. The chains hanging from his jeans jingle happily, but Peters doesn't stir, and neither do the other kids, who just cast looks at Eddie and then lay back down or look back at whatever homework they're doing. Steve watches him, until he stops in the doorway like he can feel him watching.
Eddie turns back around, meeting Steve's eyes, and he gives him a look, widening his eyes and shaking his head before he beckons dramatically like they're going to be late for something. Steve glances at Peters, who hasn't moved.
And he follows Eddie.
Eddie is beaming when he follows him out, leaving their chairs behind, still out of place, and he starts to laugh as they head down the hallways toward the exit before he tosses an arm over Steve's shoulder, jostling him and messing up his hair. Steve doesn't mind.
---
"You're a terrible influence," Steve says, but he's smiling too, stumbling as Eddie pulls him along, arm still around his shoulders.
"But you were influenced so easily. You think I can get you into metal?"
"Absolutely not. Where are we going?"
They're exiting the building, the doors swinging shut behind them loudly, and Eddie just pulls him toward his van, standing out obnoxiously among the other students' cars.
"We're gonna smoke some weed," he says brightly. "Because you need it."
"In the school parking lot?" Steve questions, raising an eyebrow.
"Obviously not, we're leaving the school parking lot. I'll bring you back for your car when we're sober."
"Oh. Okay."
He just goes with it. He seems lighter than he did in the detention room, an absent smile on his face as he buckles himself in, looking around Eddie's van. It's a mess, but Eddie supposes it's representative of him. Steve jumps when Eddie turns the van on and the music comes on, the volume too loud, but he just laughs when Eddie headbangs as he buckles up.
They end up at the quarry. It's oddly quiet when the music turns off, replaced by the gentle sloshing of the water below them, by the leaves rattling in the wind.
They move to the back of the van, sitting opposite each other with their legs hanging over the edge, dangling above the dirt and gravel, and Eddie looks at Steve as he looks around, at the sky, which is now a soft grey.
"Why do you feel like shit today?" Eddie asks as he pulls a bong out from where it's hidden under a blanket.
Steve looks at him, his head falling back, and he looks tired, but relaxed. His shirt is wrinkled now.
"Just... I don't know. I feel..." He watches Eddie get the weed ready, eyes half-shut like he's going to fall asleep. "Tired. All the time. My dad was in town last week and he..." He's quiet for a moment. "I don't like him very much."
Eddie looks at him solemnly. One of his legs is propped up, his arm around it, the other kicking the air weakly.
"Is he gone now?" he asks before he takes a hit, the sound of the bubbling water filling the van.
"Yeah. Spain, this time."
"Spain? For what?" Eddie questions when he lifts his head, wrinkling his nose and exhaling.
"Who fuckin' knows, man," Steve says, laughing lightly, but it's a forced laugh, and Eddie can tell he wishes he knew.
"Does your dad suck?" he asks, passing the bong and lighter to Steve, who sighs and takes them. His chest rises and falls as he takes a hit, and Eddie's eyes follow the way his lips part to let the smoke out.
"Yeah."
Eddie nods.
Steve takes another hit, looking out across the quarry as he exhales, eyes a little glazed over.
"He wants me to..." Steve pauses, holding the bong back out to Eddie and sighing. "To follow in his footsteps. With his business and everything."
"Do you want to?" Eddie asks softly, gazing at him. Steve scoffs.
"Fuck no. 'D rather fuckin' die."
A laugh bursts out of Eddie and Steve grins lazily at him.
"What would you do?" Eddie asks. "If you got to pick. You graduate high school and then..."
Steve hums breathily, slouching and fidgeting with the end of the blanket as Eddie takes a hit.
"Probably just... take off," he says finally, his voice soft and thoughtful. "Pack my shit 'nd just leave."
Eddie exhales the smoke, smiling.
"You don't like it here?"
Steve scoffs.
"Hate this fuckin' town."
"This town loves you," Eddie points out, but Steve's face just falls a little, and he shakes his head.
"...They love who they think I am," he says softly after a moment. "They love King fucking Steve, not me. I wanna go."
"Isn't that the dream," Eddie says softly, ignoring the way his chest hurts for him. He wonders if he's the only one who knows Steve. This Steve, this... fragile, lonely boy.
"You too?"
"Jesus, yeah." Eddie passes the bong to him, still smiling, and he tosses the lighter. Steve catches it against his chest, looking at him curiously. "Hate this fuckin' town, man."
"You're not from Hawkins," Steve says. "Right?"
"Nope." He watches Steve flick the lighter, watches him duck his head to take a hit, watches his shoulders rise as he inhales. "Moved here with my uncle when I was nine."
Steve looks up, giving him a curious look as he leans back against the side of the van and exhales slowly.
"Why're you here?"
Eddie hums lightly, reaching for the bong. Steve tosses the lighter and giggles when Eddie doesn't catch it. Eddie flips him off. He grins.
"Dad was more into drinking than he was being a father," Eddie says. "And Ma didn't stick around long after he took up liquor. So. Wayne stepped in."
"Is he nice?" Steve asks after a moment, his voice so small it almost disappears behind the bubbling water. Eddie nods as he lifts his head.
"He's real nice," he says. "Kinda my best friend."
Steve smiles, listening.
"But he knows I hate it here. Knows I wanna leave as soon as I can. He's cool with it."
"Where would you go?" Steve asks, drawing both knees to his chest and leaning forward, hugging them to himself as he looks at Eddie like Eddie's going to tell him a story. He looks so young, like he's just a little kid, daydreaming about escaping a lonely town. Eddie's chest aches.
"Maybe San Francisco," he says softly, setting the bong aside. "Or some other big city. Somewhere I'll see other people like me. Somewhere I don't have to worry as much about being stared at, you know?"
Steve looks at him, his chin on one of his knees, and his eyes are shining at him.
"I like looking at you," he says after a moment, whispering. Eddie's stomach flutters again, and he smiles as Steve's face flushes pink. "...I'm kind of a lightweight. Sorry."
"'S okay," Eddie says softly, mirroring him, wrapping his arms around his legs and gazing across at him. "I like looking at you too."
He really does. Eddie always thought his eyes were brown, but they're hazel, lighter up close, specked with green and gold and the stars. His skin is spotted with moles that Eddie wants to memorize. Steve relaxes a bit at the confession, his lips curving into a smile, and he leans closer. Eddie leans closer too.
---
"Where would you go?" Eddie whispers.
He doesn't have to speak any louder. It's so quiet now, especially when Steve's head is a little cloudy and everything feels muffled.
"Anywhere," Steve whispers back. "Just... pack up and drive. Follow the roads to wherever they take me."
Eddie is smiling. His eyes keep flicking across Steve's face in a way that makes him feel a little self-conscious, wondering if there's something on his skin, but Eddie is just looking at him, his eyes aimlessly wandering across his face.
"Sounds nice," he says softly.
They fall silent, and Steve gazes at him. He looks so... soft.
Everyone makes him out to be so scary. Like he's a stray dog, like he's dangerous, but his eyes are dark and shiny, and he doesn't look threatening or menacing at all right now. His head is tilted like he's curious about what Steve is thinking, and his hair looks fluffy, and he just looks a little sad.
Steve wants to kiss him.
He hates himself for thinking it, for thinking how easy it would be to just... lean over. They're so close, and Steve's brain feels fuzzy, and for some reason, he doesn't think Eddie would mind all that much if Steve kissed him. But he can't.
Boys like Steve don't kiss other boys.
Especially boys like Eddie Munson.
It makes his chest ache, and his lip quivers. He sees Eddie notice it, the way the air shifts a little bit. Eddie's brows furrow, and he looks like he's pouting a little. And he's so adorable Steve wants to bite him.
"I hate this fucking town, Eddie," he says weakly, taking a breath to steady himself, because he doesn't want to cry. Not when he actually feels so... good. Good because he's a little high, but also good just because he's with Eddie, who doesn't seem to mind that Steve feels like shit. Eddie, who didn't tell him to just snap out of it, to just deal with it. Eddie, who just smiles despite the way Steve's eyes are glistening with tears, and leans in closer. (Close enough to kiss.)
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he whispers.
It makes Steve laugh, and he wipes the tears that fall down his face.
"Probably not," he says, still laughing softly, his voice wavering, and he sets his chin back on his knee, looking at Eddie. A soft gust of wind blows into the van, and Eddie's bangs shift and his curls fly into his face.
"Let's do it," Eddie whispers after another moment of looking.
Steve blinks. Eddie's smile widens.
"Let's get out of here," he whispers. "Let's just leave this fucking town, they don't need us."
Steve's heart beats faster, and he leans forward.
"Okay," he says.
"We should graduate first," Eddie says, voice still soft. "I gotta make my uncle proud somehow, so if I graduate this year, I'll wait for you, and then we can just..." He shrugs. "Pack our shit. Leave."
"Together?" Steve breathes.
"Yeah," Eddie says, as though it's obvious. Steve smiles, taking a breath, his legs falling as he stares at Eddie. He's serious.
Steve scoffs, smile widening.
"I can, uhm." Eddie swallows, shifting so he's crossing his legs. "I've been thinking about applying at that mechanic that's outside town, Morgan's? I heard they pay well, so I can... I can save some money up."
"I can get a job too," Steve says, almost excited. "There're tons of places in town that are hiring, and I can-- I can save up my allowance from my parents. And I can sell my Beemer."
"Your Beemer?" Eddie says, eyebrows flying up in surprise, which makes sense, Steve supposes. The care is practically who he is, what he's known for, but--
"We won't need it. We can take your van."
Eddie blinks, and his lips curve into a smile.
"Okay," he says softly. "Yeah."
They stare at each other for a moment as it sets it, and Steve's eyes burn.
"Really?" he asks weakly, and Eddie nods, smiling.
"Yeah," he says. "Fuck it. We'll take what we need and we'll just... go. Follow the roads to wherever."
Excitement floods Steve's body, and he moves onto his knees, taking a sharp breath, smiling and smiling and smiling.
"We can-- We can put a mattress back here," Eddie says, looking around the van. "We'll have to share, but--"
"I don't mind," Steve says abruptly. "I don't-- I don't mind sharing."
Eddie's eyes flicker across his face again.
"Okay," he says softly. "And we can... bring some bags and sort them out back here, and-- and food and water, and we can take turns driving. And every night it can be like this," he says, moving a little closer. Steve aches. "We can find beaches, and lakes, and mountains, and we can get high and just explore." His eyes are gleaming excitedly, and he's smiling. "I'll bring my tapes, and you'll get used to metal."
Steve giggles.
"Can I make you listen to my music too?" he asks, and Eddie gives a dramatic, silly eye-roll.
"I guess." And then he's just smiling. "I can bring books."
"Will you read to me?" Steve asks, and then his face flushes with embarrassment. "Just-- I'm not-- I'm not good at reading and--"
"I'll read to you, Stevie," Eddie says gently.
"...Okay."
They look at each other again.
"I can bring some maps," Steve says. "Atlases and stuff. So we know where gas stations are and stuff."
"Yeah, that's smart."
Steve doesn't hear that often. His face flushes with heat again.
"God, I'm so excited," Eddie says, and he's got that grin again, that grin that could convince Steve to do anything. "We just have to graduate. Then we can go."
"How soon after grad?"
"Soon as possible," Eddie says. "I'll pick up my stuff and say goodbye to Wayne, promise to send him postcards 'n shit, and then I can pick you up."
"I won't say bye to my parents," Steve decides out loud, shaking his head. "I'll just-- just leave them a note telling them I'm fine. Or if they're at home, I'll just go."
Eddie nods, eyes bright.
"We're gonna run away together," Steve realizes, his voice soft as he gazes at him, and Eddie tilts his head.
"Yeah. We are."
Steve hugs him.
---
Eddie startles with how sudden it is, Steve tacking him with a hug so hard they fall back against the wall of the van, but he wastes no time hugging him back, arms tight around his waist as Steve buries his face in his neck.
"Sorry," Steve says into his neck.
"Don't be," Eddie mumbles. "Wanted to hug you for ages."
Steve's arms tighten around him, and he settles against him, leaning so their chests press together. Eddie slides his hands over his back, pressing one into his hair. He smells nice.
It's a while that they stay there, wrapped around each other, but Eddie is content to stay there all night, as long as Steve needs.
When they finally part, they don't let go of each other. It's slow, the way Steve's hands slide to his neck, his fingertips cold and his palms warm as they press to his skin, and their faces are so close.
Steve's breath is warm on Eddie's face. Eddie tilts his head, and their noses brush.
He startles away, stomach flipping over, and Steve is looking at him, wide-eyed.
"Were you about to kiss me?" he asks breathlessly. Eddie's stomach clenches.
"I..." Of course he'd ruin everything so soon. "Yeah, I'm-- I'm sorry, I won't do it again, I just..."
But before he can spiral, Steve is reaching out and grabbing his face, pulling him in, and their mouths crash together. Eddie's eyes widen, and his hands fly into the air as he startles, but Steve just holds his face, and they're kissing.
Eddie closes his eyes, his hands finding Steve's shoulders, and the kiss softens as Steve slides his fingers into Eddie's hair.
---
It is soft.
Eddie is soft.
Steve moves closer as Eddie squeezes his shoulders and runs his hands over his biceps, his fingertips slipping under the sleeves of his shirt. Eddie follows, holding him with one hand and using the other to catch himself as he falls back against the wall of the van, and then he's pulling Steve closer by the belt loops of his jeans, and Steve falls against him. They're barely kissing now, just grinning against each other's mouths.
Steve kneels between his legs, spreading his knees to move as close as possible, so Eddie's legs are over his thighs, and he reaches to hold his face again, his palms pressing to Eddie's (soft) cheeks, fingers slipping behind his ears. He kisses softly too, almost tender as he presses a hand into the small of Steve's back and pulls him close. Steve hums, pulling back to tilt his head, glancing at Eddie's lips before he leans back in. They're kissed red, and Steve feels like his heart might be glowing.
Eddie tugs at his back again, shifting and sliding a hand down his thigh, squeezing and pulling
"C'mere," he mumbles. "Sit on my lap."
Steve giggles, shifting so he can sit atop Eddie's thighs.
"Thought you were gonna take me back to my car," he says quietly, pressing a soft kiss to Eddie's lips. Eddie's hands slide over his waist, and he tilts his chin up to look at him.
"I said I would when we're sober," he says, and Steve realizes what he's been looking at when his eyes flicker over his face. "Are you still high?"
Steve pauses, blinking at him.
"Mm... My head feels fuzzy but I can't tell if it's the weed or if it's because you're kissing me."
Eddie hums thoughtfully.
"Maybe we should stick around here a while longer just in case," he whispers. Steve smiles, leaning down and closing his eyes as their noses brush.
"Okay."
Eddie tilts his chin up. Steve kisses him.
"Can we do this when we run away together?" Steve murmurs when they part after a while, breathless.
"'Course," Eddie whispers, kissing him. He reaches up and holds the back of Steve's head, his fingers tangling with his hair, and Steve doesn't mind. He kisses him. "We can do whatever the fuck we want."
"Okay."
He kisses him. And kisses him, and kisses him, and he revels in it like the sunlight. Because he's kissing a boy, sitting atop his lap and feeling his warm hands run over his waist and back and legs, listening to his deep voice let out soft hums and breathy whispers of Steve's name as it all intensifies. And Steve never thought he'd find himself here, but he loves being here.
He runs his fingers through Eddie's hair, untangling it carefully as he sucks on Eddie's lower lip, and Eddie hums quietly, fingers pressing and kneading Steve's thighs in a way no one's ever done before, but it feels so good. Steve sighs.
The sky is dimming when they finally part for more than just breaths between kisses. Eddie laughs softly, hugging Steve's waist.
His hair is messy, frizzy from Steve's fingers, and Steve's shirt is partially untucked from Eddie's, and he kind of feels high, but it's definitely not the weed.
The feeling fades as they drive back to the high school, as Eddie reaches over and holds Steve's leg, as Steve reaches down and twists their fingers together. The parking lot is empty except for Steve's car. (Steve's care car that he's going to sell.)
"I'll see you tomorrow, sweetheart," Eddie says as Steve is getting out of the van. Steve blushes.
"You got a pen?"
"Uh... Yeah?" Eddie rummages through the glove compartment for one and hands it to Steve, who kneels on the passenger seat and pulls at Eddie's hand, uncapping it with his teeth. His brows furrow in focus as he carefully writes his phone number on Eddie's hand.
"Call me," he says as he finishes, the words slurred about the pen cap, and he lets go of his hand, capping the pen again. "When you get home."
Eddie looks at the number, smiling.
"Okay."
He tilts his chin up, which Steve is already learning is his silent sign for wanting a kiss, and Steve leans back into the van, ducking to avoid hitting his head as he stretches over the center console, a hand holding himself up on the passenger seat as he kisses Eddie. Their lips don't land square on each other, and they're both smiling too much to really kiss each other, but Eddie's hand is warm when it finds Steve's cheek, and it's perfect.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he whispers against Eddie's lips. Eddie's fingertip traces his jaw.
He has to tear himself away from Eddie after one last kiss.
He'll invite him to spend the night sometime when he calls him.
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