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Ruin My Life

Eddie Munson x fem! Reader

summary ✦ You’re a new student at Hawkins Highschool. Over the summer you befriend Chrissy Cunningham not knowing she’s the queen of Hawkins. You don’t fit in with her friends at all, start wondering if you made a mistake sitting with them. You take notice of Eddie Munson and he doesn’t notice you, annoying you. What happens when you’re finally fed up? (Modern AU)

word count ✦ 1,700 ish

authors note ✦ y’all I’ve been struggling writing smut for whatever reason so I haven’t been producing much Eddie content so hopefully y’all like this too, appreciate all of you

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Starting at a new school is hard enough. To start at a new school your senior year is even harder. Your parent’s divorce had you and your mother moving to her home town, Hawkins Indiana. You felt guilty protesting against the move considering what lead to it. Your father cheating twenty something years into the marriage is not at all what you could ever imagine happening. To make matters worse you were the one to find him cheating. You had no choice but to tell your mother.

As an attempt to escape your new home you found a job in the mall working at a trendy clothing store. That’s where you met your first friend, Chrissy Cunningham. Little did you know that you befriended Hawkin Highs queen. When you showed up to your first day of school Chrissy’s friend group welcomed you with not so welcome arms. It was apparent they wanted nothing to do with you.

During lunch you sat nearly entirely in silence. Only speaking when spoken to. Wondering if you had made a mistake sitting with Chrissy’s crew. Would this be how you spend the rest of your senior year?

Your picking at your lunch with no intention of eating it. Your arm bent supporting your head as you try to listen to the cheerleaders and jocks surrounding you. They’re blabbing on and on about basketball or maybe football you weren’t sure. Someone’s loud laughter gains your attention.

Your busy admiring the man whose mouth emitted that sound. He has long brown curls, the most beautiful smile that features dimples, and covered in tattoos. Your first thought is you would gladly let this random person ruin your life. Thinking about how you’d let him do whatever he wanted. You don’t realize how hard your staring until he stops laughing. Must of felt your gaze because his eyes meet yours.

You’re embarrassed but you refuse to show it, sending a small wave his way. He has to glance around him just to verify you weren’t waving at someone else. Even when he doesn’t see anyone else you could possibly be waving to he doesn’t believe it. Going back to his conversation, ignoring you. Your face falls, saddened but more annoyed this man ignored you.

“Who’s that?” You ask, interrupting Chrissy conversation.

“Who?” She asks following your finger that points at him.

“The freak?”

“What?” You ask taken aback by her nickname for the beautiful boy.

“Eddie “the freak” Munson. That’s what we call him.” She laughs, you only nod in respond unsure of how to respond. Not sure if your ready to loose Chrissy’s trust quiet yet.

“If you smoke though he sells the best shit in town.”

“I don’t.” You respond, suddenly reconsidering your stance on weed. Maybe you would try it if it meant you could get closer to this mysterious man.

Your first week of school is spent by Chrissy’s side. It’s fine. Your gaining popularity points but at what cost? Her friends are about as interesting as watching paint dry. Every interaction with them feels so forced. It’s Friday and your sat at the same spot you’ve sat at all week for lunch. Contemplating whether or not it’s truly worth it.

Thankful that this seat gives you perfect view of Eddie Munson. In this short week you were able to learn tidbits about him. Apparently he’s the leader of a DND club which explains the matching shirts with his friends. Jason claims it was some devil worshiping shit. A quick google search shows it’s just an innocent fantasy game. You research it thinking maybe it’d be a way to befriend Eddie. Quickly realizing it’s a lot bigger thing to tackle than you thought it would be. Giving up just as fast but for Eddie you’d consider it.

Since the unreciprocated wave you both catch each other stealing glances. Eddie is confused why Chrissy’s latest follower was often looking his way. Truth be told you found Eddie very attractive, forming a crush quickly. Another part of you jealous of how much fun his friends would be having while your sat wishing you could join. At the same still stuck on the fact that he didn’t wave back.

One point you had mustered up the courage to talk to him. You had excused yourself from class to use the restroom. When you out of the classroom expecting an empty hallway you found Eddie bent over rummaging through his locker. He looked up from what he was doing from the sound of the door opening. It was now or never, you thought.

You start to say hello but stop talking when Eddie stands up, shutting his locker. Walking straight towards you and then right passed you. Not looking at you once while your eyes follow him.

“Never mind.” You mutter to yourself, more annoyed than before.

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Against your better judgment you agreed to come to a party this weekend. Apparently a tradition to have one every year, the first weekend of the school year.

When you arrive Friday night the party is in full swing. Chrissy is no where to be found. After asking around some one finally says they last saw her going up stairs with Jason. Which tells you all you need to know, you will be riding solo. You find your own way to the kitchen finding a drink you can pretend to sip on for the rest of the night.

You walk into the dining room area, the table had been turned into a beer pong setup. You watch for a few moments before looking around hoping to see a familiar face only to be greeted by Chance. One of Jason’s bone head friends.

“Hey sexy.” He purrs, breath heavy with the smell of alcohol.

“Hi,” you politely smile before trying to squeeze past him.

“What’re you doing here all alone?” He asks, standing in you way to leave.

“I’m not alone. Here with Chrissy.”

“Me and you should hook up. Ya know considering your Chrissy best friend and I’m Jason’s best friend. It just makes sense, ya know?” He laughs closing in on you.

“No thank you.” You respond as his mouth has already found its way to your lips. It takes all the force you can muster up but you push him off. He stumbles backwards calling you a slur of profanities before walking off.

You take one look at the empty back yard before your headed outside through the sliding glass door. Your quiet when you shut the door hoping no one noticed you slipping out. Thinking you’ll find an escape route so you can leave.

“Fucking disgusting.” You mutter, throwing your drink down. Using your sleeve to wipe away at your mouth. You’re looking for a gate that would lead you to the front yard so you can go home.

You walk around the house finding the gate, groaning out load when you see it’s locked. You fiddle with the lock hoping it’s unlocked, it’s not. You give up and head for the door that brought you outside. Before you can reach it you are startled by someone else’s presence. It’s Eddie.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” His laugh let’s you know he’s not that sorry.

“What’re you doing out here?”

“What’re you doing out here?” He repeats your question.

“Trying to leave.”

“Aww but you just go here.” His voice heavy with sarcasm.

“Did I do something to you? Am I missing something? Cause I’m having a really shit time and you being a prick isn’t helping.” He doesn’t say anything just grins at you with his stupidly handsome face.

“Fuck you.” You add.

“Fuck me?” His smile falls and turns into confusion, stood there with his arms across his chest.

“Yeah you. I saw you that first day and my first thought was I would let that boy ruin my life. Tried to be all cute and wave to which you ignored. Then all week long every time you catch me looking at you, you look at me like I’m the crazy one. Even when I tried to talk to you, you walked right passed me like I didn’t even exist.” Your pent up anger slipping out and crashing onto Eddie who doesn’t deserve it.

Doesn’t matter though because suddenly Eddie is moving closer until there’s only a few inches between you two. When he catches you looking at his lips, he takes the hint. Resting his hand at the nape of your neck, pressing his lips to yours pulling you in closer. Eddie’s gentleness melts your anger into butterflies as you kiss him back. He’s the first to pull away.

“Why’d you come out here?” You ask.

“I saw what happened with Chance. Wanted to make sure you were okay but then I actually saw you and froze. I didn’t know what to say so naturally I was a dickhead, my usual route.” He explains.

“Do you want to leave?” Is your response. He nods his head yes in response. You grab his hand, heading into the party. He goes to pull away, you look back.

“If you go in there holding my hand you can say goodbye to your royal status.” He says. You just grab his hand and continue with your plans to leave. You’re almost half way through the house, Eddie close behind. All eyes are on you.

“What’re you doing?” Chrissy speaks up when she sees you.

“Leaving.” You respond stoping to face her.

“With him?” She asks, energy full of judgement.

“Yeah. Full offense Chrissy, you kinda suck and you’re friends really fucking suck. I don’t want to be your friend anymore if it means sitting by while y’all are a bunch of assholes.” You respond, the room now silence. Eddie smiling in shock but at the same time so pleased with your words.

“Whatever.” She mumbles, going back to Jason who makes some nasty comment you don’t care enough to entertain. Eddie waves goodbye with a laugh as you drag him out of the party.

“That was badass.” He says when you two are finally alone outside.

“It felt so good. I’ve been absolutely miserable this last week.” You smile, now excited for what the rest of the school year brings.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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The devil is female

⚠️Angst - part 2 in discussion

18+ smut-

Switch edgy reader x switch Eddie

Mentions of cheating, language

I have a problem with Eddie having affairs

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The devil wasn't a stranger to Eddie Munson. He was known to worship the devil. Even created by the devil himself and sent Eddie to handle his work.

Eddie didn't fear the devil. Especially when the devil looked like her.

He didn't care that he found himself dancing with the devil. Even laughing with the devil. He found himself fucking the devil which lead to greater issues at hand.

Falling in love with the devil because the devil is female.

Eddie met her in the most romantic place of them all- a sex shop.

He was looking at all the different types of toys that lingered on the walls. Eyes twitching in excitement and his head was filling with nasty ideas he could do to his girlfriend.

Black thick whips that he could use to turn her ass red, after his own hand of course.

Handcuffs to trap her hands behind her back as he fucked her throat, brutalizing and ruining her.

Thick and long dildos, he could just imagine pounding into her cunt as he shoved the toy in her ass. Mocking her for being so slutty she had to be filled in both holes.

His eyes wandered to the toys she could use on him as well.

Ball gags to keep him quiet as she milked his cock for the fifth time in a way.

A strap with the same dildo he used to fuck her ass, now being slammed into his.

Cock rings and cock cages to keep him in line as she tortured him.

"You seem very intrigued with our collection here."

He jumped as he heard a voice behind him, almost like it was on his shoulder.

He whipped his head to the left and saw a girl. She had beautiful eyes that seemed to be bright in the lighting. A smile that he couldn't tell was genuine or fake as hell. She seemed to have worked there as she had a name tag, and a very short and laced crop top. Showing very little to his imagination of what her chest looks like. She had her belly button pierced. A pair of white jeans rested just below the piercing. Lips coated with a dark red gloss and eyeliner to match. She was breathtaking. Almost like she purposely wants to suck the air out of you.

"I am. Looking to spice things up. Do you have any recommendations?" He watched as her eyes studied him. Subconsciously he stood up a tad bit straighter and puffed out his chest. Her gaze was hot like she had laser beams tracing his skin head to toe.

"you look like a torture me until I cry but let me do the same to you kind of guy. Follow me."

Eddie was caught off guard at her understanding of him. Almost like she could read him.

He followed her around the store for an hour. Listening closely to everything she described. Which toys are best for what.

"I'm going to start with one at a time. I don't want my girlfriend to get too overwhelmed." He silently cursed himself in his head. Why did he say he had a girlfriend?

Wait he does have a girlfriend. Why did he suddenly feel pissed for having to admit that? And why doesn't he feel guilty for that?

"ah I should have known a total babe like you would have a girlfriend already. Well start with the vibrator that clasps to the clit to ease her into things if you don't want to start too heavy on her."

He blushed at her compliment. He nodded at her understanding and bought the vibrator.

He raced home, already half hard, to his girlfriend. Tonight should be fun.

Eddie was back the next day, in the shop, with his shoulders slumped.

"back already?" He could feel his shoulders rising back up. A small smile on his face as he walked to the counter.

There she was again. Somehow even more beautiful than yesterday.

"I'd like to return this." He mumbled as he slid the toy back to her. She eyed him with a small chuckle.

"I'm sorry but we can't take back anything that has been used."

Eddie blushed even harder, "NO! It was not used. I promise." He held his hands up in surrender. Now embarrassed that she thought he was some freak who would return used sex toys.

She stuck out her problem lip in a pity frown, "then why return it? I can promise you this is a game changer."

"she didn't want to use it. She doesn't like to be forced to have orgasms when she doesn't want to." He shurgged. He gets it, not everyone is into the same kind of sex. He's fine with her saying no to things or not wanting to try things. He appreciates that she can speak up when she doesn't want to do things. But the same sex every time was getting too boring.

"her loss. I have like three of these and I never plan to return them." She laughed as she scanned the toys.

Eddie could feel his face get hot. His lose sweatpants doing nothing to hide his growing hardness, as he thinks of her playing with herself. The way she plunges her fingers into herself, the vibrator clasps to her clit, forcing her to scream over and over.

"all set."

He quickly blinked out of his thoughts. Now feeling like a perv for thinking of this girl in her own intimate moments.

"thanks." He coughed out as he went to walk out the door.

"The name is Y/N" she said as she waved her fingers.

"What If we try handcuffs? That's nothing too extreme. You are still in charge of your body's movements just limited." Eddie explained as he sat next to his girlfriend, Roxy.

He was rubbing her knee, puppy eyes staring into her.

"No Eddie. I don't want bruises on my wrists." She sighed out

"they don't have to be tight at all. We can get them loose and comfortable. Or I can wear them. You could handcuff me." He tried to bargain.

"No that's just weird Eddie. Why would I want to tie you up? Plus then you wouldn't be able to touch me and that's no fun. I have a boyfriend to give me an orgasm, I don't want to do it myself" He nodded, accepting that vibrators and handcuffs are a no go.

The list got longer.

"A no to the ball gag?" Y/N questioned as Eddie once again was returning an item.

"wouldn't even let me take it out of the bag." He sighed.

"Oh boy here again. Must have been a no to the dildo?"

"she said her ass wasn't mean for sex and that I'm the man so I should be fucking her with my own dick."

"yikes Eddie another strike out?"

"The cock cage was too horror film-like."

"She pulled out the stops in the whips huh?"

"said pain and pleasure are not meant to go together."

At that point Eddie gave up. Roxy only wanted plain missionary sex and head that was it. He knew it wasn't fair to be upset over things she didn't want to do but he honestly had better orgasms with his hand. At least then he can edge himself, tease his way to an orgasm.

Roxy didn't like handjobs, the feeling of his skin was too weird

She didn't like blowjobs, he pees out of that thing, it was not going in her mouth

She didn't like to ride him, said it's too hard and a lot of work.

Roxy simply liked to lay there as he pounded into her.

She liked foreplay on her. She liked to be fingered and eaten out. But that's all far Eddie could go.

He felt stuck. He felt like an asshole for even thinking of breaking up with her just because she was boring in bed but he was too erotic for this relationship. He needed some one who was at least open to these things.

Eddie went back to the sex store, but this time something for him.

"There he is. Where did you go? I started to miss you a bit." Y/N smirked from the counter.

She never failed to make Eddie blush....or get hard.

He stopped coming about a month ago, figured he could stop wasting his money to turn back around the day and ask for it back.

"Yeah right." He laughed as he walked up to her.

He could smell her sweet perfume. She wore a tight body suit that was high on her hips. Low waisted shorts that showed off her hip bones.

The new revealed skin made Eddie's mouth water.

"what can I help you with?" She asked as she leaned over the counter. Purposely pushing her tits towards his face.

Without thinking, Eddie's eyes followed down to the movements. Buldge growing harder in his basketball shorts. He somehow felt too hot in his tank top.

"I figured maybe I can try one last thing." He offered with a small smile.

" and what's that?" She asked as she drummed her painted nails against the counter, head turned to the side.

And that's how Eddie found himself in the back room of the store. Shorts and boxers down to his ankles with his cock down Y/N's throat.

No thought of Roxy was near, and definitely not near when he came down another girl's throat with a moan.

Months later Eddie was still dancing with the devil. He wouldn't lie if you asked him if he liked it, he fucking loved it.

Sneaking around to get his dick wet in the nastiest ways a human could think of.

Y/N worked at a sex shop and she knew what she was doing.

Eddie has been choked, whipped, pegged, and all of the above.

"Fuck baby just like that." She was moaning above him. Her hands slammed against the wall, hips rocking against Eddie's face. His tongue was in her and his nose was brushing her clit. He's been eating her out for hours it felt like.

"you're going to sit there and ride my face until my jaw is sore." And he wasn't lying. She had an orgasm after orgasm. Her body felt like it was on the edge of passing out. Her muscles are sore from how hard she's been clenching.

"EDDIE FUCK. YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM!" She screamed out as her orgasm washed over her. She has no idea what number she is at but she'd give him as many orgasms as she could.

Finally she felt a tap to her thigh, with a relieved sigh she removed herself. A whine left her throat as his chin was completely soaked in her.

"Jesus. You somehow tasted better every time," he gasped out. Getting the air back in his body that he's been missing for hours.

"My turn?" She giggled as she scooted down to the bottom of her bed, her face met with his raging cock.

"Yes please," he begged as he looked down at her. Her eyes are big and bright staring back at him. He has seen her in this position countless of times but never gets old.

She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking slowly. She kitten licked his precum, "you also taste so good," she hummed as she licked his length.

She took a deep breath and shoved his cock down her throat, placing her hands behind her back. A silent permission for him to take control. He dug in his hands in her hair and thrust straight into her. His eyes rolling in the back of his head when he heard her choke on his length.

The thing he loved about Y/N was she let him do anything. If he wanted to take it slow, remove her off his dick completely before sliding in slowly. Or if he wanted it hard and fast. Bucking his hips at a quick pace, puffing air as he gives her no time to breathe in between.

He slowly sat up, the movement causing him to go even further in her throat.

"Jesus Christ. You have the best mouth I've ever felt." He moaned.

One hand leaned behind him as he moved her off. Throwing her on her back, head hanging off the bed as he kneeled over her. His legs straddled her head, shoving his cock into her throat. She was gagging and tears flowing down her cheeks. Her mouth covers him completely. Not a single part of his cock was shown. Her nose was practically in his dark curls and his balls were swaying into her chin. The part that had him close to coming already was that he could see his cock moving in her throat. His thumb ran over the bulge, fascinated by how wrong this was but how good it was.

He felt a tap on his thigh and he quickly took himself out of her throat. Looking down at her a worried expression, "shit. You okay babe?" She usually never taps out.

She gasped for air as she tried to get her words out. "yeah eds, just wanted to ask if I can touch your balls?"

The smile she gave was the devil itself. Smiling like she asked for something so innocent. Like for a soft kiss on the lips. Not asking to touch his balls while he shoved his cock down her throat, bucking hips to chase an orgasm.

She was going to kill him. He nodded fast as he shoved his cock back into her throat. Thumb stayed permanently on the bulge he was creating in her throat. Her hands cradled his balls in a soft touch. Slighting tugging and massaging. Eddie was a moaning mess. Times like this is why he needed a ball gag.

When he felt her hand move away from his balls he looked behind him. Watching her middle finger, dressed in one of his rings, dip into her cunt. He felt his mouth water when she pulled it out, covered in her cum. Her hand slowly trailed up the back of his thighs, he moaned when both her hands grip his ass. She pushed her middle finger, which was soaked in her cum, into his asshole. Filling him as his hips were slowing down.

"Fuck Y/N, you are something else," he whined as he felt his orgasm creeping in. His stomach clenching tight. His asshole gripped her finger tightly. One hand returned back to his balls. Massaging again as he panted above her. He removed himself fast as he felt his load shooting out. Quickly pumping himself over her chest.

"Fuck...shit that's it," he moaned as he pumped himself quickly dry against her tits.

He closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath. Which left his body just as fast as it entered him when she scooped up his cum off of her chest and licked it off her hand.

"always so delicious."

"EDDIE HURRY UP. WE CANNOT BE LATE!" Eddie rolled his eyes as Roxy screamed from the kitchen.

"I'M COMING!" he yelled back as he finished tying his hair into a bun.

He look at himself in the mirror.

A dark brown suit that actually fits him well. Small silver hoops hanging from his ears. Sleeves rolled up as his bracelets and watch decorated his wrists. He bent to finish tying his black dress shoes. He looked up when he heard clicking heels stopping in front of him. Roxy stood with her arms crossed, an annoyed expression on her face. "Let's go." She demanded as she walked back out. He followed behind her as he grabbed his keys.

"Why do I even need to go? It's a fucking work event with a bunch of rich assholes." He complained.

"Because you are unfortunately my boyfriend so you need to suck it up and put a smile on your face. And do not embarrass me in front of my boss." She snapped. Eddie was very close to locking the door behind her as she walked out.

Eddie was throwing back his third bottle of beer as he watched Roxy prance around the event. She hasn't been by his side since they arrived. Hurriedly running off to talk with coworkers.

Exactly why Eddie didn't want to come. He was ditched and bored out of his mind. Leaning against the bar.

"Okay my boss is making his way over so should smile and be polite." Roxy spat out as he fixed Eddie's tie and collar, coming out of nowhere. He faked a smile, big and full of teeth.

"Roxy thank you for coming. And who is this?" Eddie looked over Roxy's shoulder to see a tall clean man.

"This is my boyfriend Eddie Munson, Eddie this is Brad, my boss." She smiled and held Eddie's free hand. The other one is still holding his beer. He gave a nod to Brad who gave one in return.

"BRAD!" a voice yelled out. Brad quickly turned around and waved them over.

"Looks like someone is going to join us." He smiled.

Eddie looked around the party as he sipped his beer. Not paying attention to the work conversation Brad and Roxy were having.

Then he heard it.

Her heard her.

His head snapped back to the conversation fast and there she stood.

In a tight long red dress, strapless, with a slit all down her right leg.

He watched her hug Brad, jealousy in his veins.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I saw an unfamiliar face and had to come see." She smiled towards Roxy, her hand sticking out to shake hers.

Eddie choked on his beer when he saw the same ring from the other night resting on her finger. He swears he saw Y/N send a smirk over to his area.

"I'm Roxy! And this is my handsome boyfriend Eddie." She introduced him, her hand gripping him tighter but Eddie quickly removed it. Pushing out his own hand to shake Y/N's. She laughed at the gesture and placed her hand in his. Eddie wishes he didn't have to let go. Her softness and warmth.

He felt the cold return to his body when she let go of his hand.

"Wow look at her ring eds! Don't you have one just like it?" Eddie's body went stiff as Roxy brought the ring up.

Y/N didn't even look bothered, another smirk sent to Eddie, "oh wow really? Looks like Eddie and I have similar tastes in things."

The look in her eyes told him it definitely wasn't about the ring.

Roxy and Brad excused themselves to talk, thankfully across the yard

"Quite a beautiful girl you have Eddie." She smiled as she moved next to him.

"Quite a charmer of a boyfriend you have." He snapped. Taking a sip of his beer. Hoping it would somehow cool down his body.

"Be careful Eddie. Sounds like you might be a tad jealous." She giggled as she moved even closer to him. Her fingers softly grazed the hand he had resting in the bar. He didn't bother to move it.

"Yeah right." He scoffed. His own fingers slowly rubbed her fingertips.

"He's not my boyfriend Eddie." She smiled softly. Eddie looked at her confused so she added, "he's my brother." She laughed.

Eddie didn't know why but he felt relieved.

He watched as her eyes quickly looked over to Roxy, her back was turned to the two of them.

Y/N smirked as she now stood directly in front of Eddie. "You look so hot in this brown suit. I practically feel myself dripping." She moaned as she ran her hands up his chest.

"What are you doing." He whispered as he grabbed her hands, removing them from his body.

Eyes quickly looking over to his girlfriend, her back still turned to him.

"no one is looking Eddie." She whispered into his ear as she rested her hand on his belt buckle.

He should have stopped her. They were at a public place, outside next to the bar. His girlfriend was feet away and he was letting Y/N unbuckle his pants. Sneaking her hand into them, trailing her fingertips over his cock that rested hard in his boxers.

"We shouldn't do this. What if someone sees?" He tried to hide the moan that left his throat when her hand made its way under his boxers.

"What if someone sees me jacking you off? Huh? Someone sees me jacking off your cock while your girlfriend is probably flirting with my brother. I think that's pretty hot if you ask me. But I can stop." She smiled as she removed her hand.

Laughing to herself when Eddie whined pathetically grabbing her hand back.

"No don't stop, please " he begged, she smiled and blocked their actions with her body. Practically hugging him and whispering in his ear.

"Look at you. Letting me jack you off in the same place your girlfriend is. Kind of a slut aren't you?" She mocked. Working him faster.

"Make sure to keep quiet this time baby. I don't want people to hear us." She warned as she smeared his precum over his tip.

"wasn't that so fun?" Roxy asked as she removed her heels. Eddie threw his keys in the bowl by his front door.

"Um yeah. It was good." He smiled.

"Y/N seemed nice." Eddie tried to act like the name didn't bother him.

"oh yeah she's great."

"she seemed to have liked you. I don't think she left your side the whole night." Roxy laughed as she walked towards the bathroom.

You have no idea he thought.

His mind circling back to when she pegged him for hours. The way she pulled his hair and bucked her hips into him.

Y/N never saw herself sleeping with a man who had a girlfriend. But when she met Eddie she couldn't resist him.

At first she offered to just have meaningless sex. Let him explore his fantasies with all his kinks and learn which toys he enjoyed.

She was simply helping a guy out.

But now she's stuck. She's falling for a guy who has a girlfriend. A guy who only went to her for sex.

Brad was hosting another work event, this time at a restaurant.

Now that she knew Roxy and Eddie would be tagging along, she put extra effort into how she looked.

An even tighter dress, short and black. Deep v-cut and her best push up bra. Making sure his ring laid on her finger.

When she arrived at the restaurant she smiled as she saw an open seat next to Eddie. How perfect.

"hello again." She greeted Roxy with a smile. She smiled back at her.

Her eyes landed on Eddie. He was wearing a tight long sleeve black shirt, necklace dangling, and dark jeans. His hair was down and natural. She could still see the small silver hoops in his ears.

She gave him a tight smile and sat next to him. Her arm brushing against his.

Throughout the night she teased Eddie. She would lean over him to grab the bread. "accidentally" spilling her drink, "oh my gosh. I'm so sorry. Roxy could you grab an extra towel?" She asked innocently. Roxy quickly got up and found a waiter.

Y/N smirked as she placed her towel on Eddie's now wet lap. "Let me clean that." She whispered as she rubbed the towel over his crotch.

Eddie was biting his lip, trying to keep his moans down. He was giving her the deadliest look he could manage.

She yanked her hand away when Roxy returned. Handing Eddie the towel to clean himself off.

Y/N didn't stop there. She constantly talked to Roxy, meaning she had to lean into Eddie to hear her clearly. Her tits touching Eddie's arm. He took deep breaths to keep himself relaxed.

When he got up to use the restroom, Y/N followed.

"cut the shit. You are killing me out there." He whispered in the hall.

"it's just fun Eddie." She smirked. Looking around to see no one, she kissed him. Her arms wrapping around his neck. He gave in within seconds wrapping his arms around her waist. Deepening the kiss with his tongue.

She pulled away with a quick peck to his now red lips, "clean that off. I'll see you out there." She smirked.

His eyes followed her as her hips moved. He leaned against the wall. He had to do something to get himself back in charge.

With a plan in mind, he washed off his lips and walked back to the table.

He wasn't going to give in to her games anymore.

He put all his attention on his girlfriend.

Smirking in Y/N's direction he placed his hand on Roxy's knee. Y/N's eyes flicked down to his action but shrugged it off.

He spent the whole time flirting with his girlfriend more than he has in his life. Sneaking his hand higher on her thighs. Whispering in her ear and pecking her neck. Roxy didn't like PDA so Eddie knew he had to keep it on the low. If he overdid it then she'd freak out. And then he'd look like an idiot in front of Y/N.

"So how long have you been together?" Brad asked as he finished his plate.

"About two years. We are so happy." Roxy smiled as she kissed Eddie.

Y/N tried to ignore the sting. Smiling at the couple.

"Wow that's a long time. When do you plan to propose Eddie?" Brad joked laughing.

The couple laughed with him, Y/N could only muster up a fake smile.

"any day now. Wouldn't want to spend a single day without her. I love her" He answered.

Y/N couldn't ignore that sting.

"isn't that great Y/N? Maybe you can attend the wedding and find yourself someone to settle down with." Brad offered.

"Sure thing." She said with a smile. Downing the rest of her wine. God she wanted to leave.

This dinner went to absolute hell in seconds.

"Wait you're single? But you are breathtaking." Roxy complimented. Y/N smiled brightly towards her. Making sure to now leave distance between her and Eddie.

"oh thanks. But yeah I am. I was actually engaged but it didn't work out." She waved it off.

"oh how come?" Eddie gave Roxy a look.

"Fell out of love with me." Y/N admitted. She honestly hasn't thought back to that relationship since she met Eddie five months ago. Her heart was finally healing and now she was reminded why her heart was broken in the first place.

"oh I'm sorry." Roxy apologized, "well Eddie has tons of single friends, he can totally set you up if you wanted." She offered.

"No we don't have to do that." Eddie quickly answered.

Roxy gave him a weird look, "well if Y/N wants to then she has options. Like Nick is a good choice!"

Eddie felt his body sit up straight. Nick was a grade A asshole with blue eyes and blonde hair. Six pack that never left no matter how many beers he had and looked like he lived on the beach.

"I appreciate it. I'll definitely let you know if I need a date for a future wedding." It even hurt Y/N to say. But at the end of the day she remembered Eddie had someone to have and to hold, and it wasn't her.

Everyone was leaving the restaurant. Roxy and Brad left, an emergency at the office.

Eddie and Y/N silently walked out to their cars.

"I'll see you around Munson." She smiled politely as she tugged her jacket to cover herself. Now feeling like an idiot for dressing up for him. Like they were on a date or something.

"Are you okay?" He asked. He almost felt like he did something wrong.

"Yeah. It's nothing." She smiled as she walked faster to her car. But Eddie grabbed her elbow.

"hey talk to me. Is this about your ex?"

"No Eddie. It's just tonight reminded me you are in love and plan to marry her. And I'm sitting there hearing her wanting to set me up with someone and I'm fucking her boyfriend. I feel like a whore." She blinked the tears back. She knew what she was getting into. She doesn't deserve to cry.

"do you have any type of feelings for me?" She asked quietly.

She hated the silence that followed. She hated that for once Eddie's eyes didn't give away how he was feeling.

"I don't know. We are just having hot wild animal sex. I didn't think feelings were a part of that. I never thought that far into it, into us. I mean can you really fall for someone you just have sex with?"

She nodded, she knew that was where this was going to go.

"Apparently yes because I have spent every day thinking about you. I think about what you might be doing. What you might do for a job. If you are slow dancing in the kitchen with your goddamn girlfriend while I sit here like an idiot. It's stupid I know. I guess a part of me thought after some time you'd crave more than just sex like I did. But I get it now Eddie. I truly was pathetic and just a girl wanting to be more to someone than a quick fuck. But that was never in the card for us, was it? I was thinking of what our first real date could be and you were thinking of a proposal to Roxy. I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore. But I think you should come clean to Roxy before you propose. She doesn't deserve what we did to her." She took a deep breath. Hoping he didn't hear the cracks in her voice.

"Bye Eddie." She kissed his cheek and got into her car.

Another broken heart. Another man she wasn't enough for.

Fuck...did Eddie just fall in love with the devil?

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manyprofoundbonds · 2 years

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love the idea that hopper finds out about will's crush on mike and goes FUCKING WHEELER TWO OF MY CHILDREN??? WHO'S NEXT?? JONATHAN??? all angry and SO DONE with that little asshole

and then steve harrington goes to pick up dustin from the byers-hopper home with eddie munson and joyce tells them to join them for dinner and suddenly steddie kiss and hopper hears something fall and when he turns around...

mike's staring open mouthed at steddie and steve's with one eyebrow arched like "what's with you, wheeler?" and mike honest to god SCREAMS and goes "FIRST MY SISTER AND NOW EDDIE???" bc we all know eddie is like. ON A PEDESTAL. for mike and maybe he has a tiny crush on him that he doesn't realize and looks at eddie with heart eyes and first steve dates his sister and now eddie what the fuck??? WHO'S NEXT HARRINGTON???

and someone starts laughing and they all turn to hopper who's about to fall from his fucking chair and the fucker is so smug because the devil works hard but karma works harder and that little asshole had it COMING.

#jim hopper #mike wheeler #steddie #stranger things #***#hopper is mikephobic and i love that #now mike is stevephobic

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moonpiies · 2 years

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the devil works hard but eddie munson simps work harder

#y’all are too quick😭😭#eddie munson x reader #stranger things s4 #i feel like i should start writing for stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things x reader

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bmodiwrites · 2 years

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The Stereo's On

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: Explicit (E) Notes: This is just a random little idea that turned into 6k words of schmoopy loving - hope you guys don't mind! Word Count: ~6k Warnings: There’s a tiny bit of smut in here, but it’s me writing, so when is that not the case? Other than that, it’s pretty tame! Summary:

Despite trying to keep his feelings on the matter a secret, Steve knows that Eddie is bummed about not going to prom. As the best boyfriend there is, he's determined to remedy the situation. Between a couple strings of fairy lights and a mixtape made especially for Eddie, Steve puts together a night to remember.

Or - a sorry excuse for a feeling filled PWP!

Find it on AO3 here.

Staring down at the expansive mess of car parts before him, Eddie tries to focus on his job, but his mind is buzzing loudly, making it hard to do anything other than listen to the loud static building up in his ears. He took the shift that Sal offered him today in hopes of distracting himself. It’s funny that the exact opposite thing is happening. Eddie somehow forgot that the mouth of the garage opens up into Hawkins’ main street. Every person making their way into town passes right by the bay the current car he’s been working on is parked. It’s impossible not to see all of the couples in fancy garb flocking to the handful of nicer restaurants that exist in such a small town. His heart pangs with a feeling he refuses to name, knowing that labeling the emotion gives it more power than it’s already exuding on Eddie’s fickle heart. It’s embarrassing to think that prom night is eliciting such a reaction – never before has Eddie ever cared about cliché school shit. Too bad the ice around his heart is slowly melting, making him the sort of guy who’s upset about missing out.

Eddie tries in vain to shoulder the blame of his emotional meltdown on the person that’s been causing all the sentimental changes. Steve Harrington is the sort of boy that pushes Eddie to be the best version of himself – the sort of boy that makes Eddie genuinely proud of both himself and the one that’s chosen to stand by his side. Steve coming into his life is exactly what Eddie’s been waiting for – someone to kick start the engine and bring Eddie back to life. Though he’s never going to be excited about the way nearly dying brought them together, Eddie knows enough about second chances to be glad for the humble beginning of a relationship that’s quickly becoming all consuming.

Eddie spent a lot of life stuck in limbo and is forever grateful for the kick in the pants the encounter with the Upside Down ended up being. Without the widening of his vision, Eddie may never have seen the real person Steve is underneath his cool guy clothes and built up persona. He’s just a guy that feels and loves and fears and makes mistakes – just like the rest of the human race. Eddie’s glad for the chance to see Steve around the kids where he flourishes and behind the counter of Family Video next to Robin who makes him bigger and brighter than he already is. Steve the normal guy is someone that Eddie loves with all of his heart. So, he’s kind of sad that he can’t share this new and exciting addition to his life with the rest of the world.

He's been using the lameness of the dance to hide behind the hurt of the real reason he and Steve can’t attend tonight’s rite of passage. Being a wanted man is still something that haunts Eddie. To this day, people whisper about his devil worship and talk about the way he barely narrowly avoided being thrown in jail for crimes he didn’t commit. While he’s used to the status of outcast, being the town pariah is a lot harder than he ever imagined. Eddie’s sure they would’ve found a way to be at the dance together without putting themselves and their relationship in danger. While being gay is still something Eddie doesn’t openly share, a couple of guys going stag to a dance isn’t unheard of. No one questions that sort of thing – especially when they don’t really want to know the answer. It’s the never ending stigma of being unwanted by the entire town that is stopping Eddie from selfishly enjoying this pivotal night with Steve. Eddie thinks that alerting his boyfriend to the reality of people’s feelings towards him is in some way protecting Steve. Though, in a lot of ways, it’s probably just hurting them both.

Shaking his head of the thought, Eddie forces himself to take in the alternator he’s meant to be assessing. Even doing so with half of his attention, Eddie knows the thing needs to be replaced. He’s even conscious of the fact that they don’t have the part, so his current effort is totally useless, anyway. If he acknowledges those truths, Eddie also has to acknowledge that his presence in the garage tonight is totally useless, too. His mind is everywhere but the job he’s there to be doing. He’s too caught up in the way the distance he’s been trying to put between himself and everyone around him is slowly killing him. Eddie can’t get away from the unfairness of being treated like a killer when the actuality of the situation is so much worse. There’s even a feeling of mourning for the fundamental thing he’s missing because life isn’t fair and he’s too stubborn and prideful to talk to anyone about it. So many thoughts run through his mind and not one of them has to do with the Chevy he’s currently pretending to fiddle with. Thankfully, Sal notices and sends him home. “Don’t come back until your shift next Tuesday, Munson. I’ll have the replacement alternator waiting for you.”

Eddie leaves the garage without argument or complaint. He shoots his boss a grateful smile after he’s washed all the grease off his hands and changes out of dirty coveralls. The ripped up jeans on his legs already make him feel a little better as the wind brushes the bare skin of his knee as he walks out into the freedom of the night. Climbing into the car, Eddie starts to come back from the torrential storm of emotions he’s been letting get the best of him for the past couple of hours. At least at home, Eddie can call Steve on the phone or get stoned or watch a movie that’s truly going to distract him. The options in which he can soothe himself are limitless outside the confines of work. He’s already thinking about how he's going to get Steve over for the night when he pulls into the trailer park. Eddie’s plan is already made up by the time he parks his van, not noticing the halo of soft light coming from the otherwise dark trailer. Eddie doesn’t realize he’s walking into something amazing until the soft music of the stereo in the front room reaches his ears. Only then does he look up to see Steve standing in the front room of the trailer with a soft smile on his face.

Eddie takes in everything all at once. The fairy lights making the space glow, the emptiness of the room that’s been cleared out to obviously resemble a dance floor – all of the little details are so overwhelming that Eddie’s sure he’s missing some. His brain halts the moment Eddie’s eyes meet Steve’s. Steve who looks like a model in a button up white shirt and black tie. He’s in his customary blue jeans and Nike shoes, but the attempt to dress up is noticed. His hair is perfectly styled and the look of confidence Eddie loves the most is settled in Steve’s eyes. Though there’s a palpable layer of nerves that Eddie can feel from his spot at the door, Steve seems calm, cool, and collected. It’s both sexy and heartwarming. Eddie blinks for a second to jump start his brain back to working order in hopes of actually getting some words out of his mouth. “Steve, what is this?”

Steve looks between Dustin and Max before pointing at the small kitchen table. “Let’s move that first.” Both of his sassy children look at him with curious expressions on their face, though it’s Dustin who speaks up first.

“Wayne’s okay with this? Us moving his entire living room out into the lawn?” The little shit can’t even help the way his lip quirks with uncertainty.

Laughing, because that’s the only thing he can do when Dustin starts in with the attitude, Steve nods his head. “As long as everything gets put back where it belongs, Wayne doesn’t care. He thinks it’s sweet, even.” Steve recalls the somewhat embarrassing conversation he and Wayne struggled through the day before. Though Eddie’s uncle is well aware of Steve’s genuine feelings for Eddie, the man is still one of very little words. The fact that he talks to Steve at all is some kind of miracle. Pushing the memory away, Steve gestures at the table again. “You two get the chairs and I’ll carry the table.”

“It is, you know,” Max says, picking up one of the foldable chairs while Dustin handles the other one, “sweet, that is.” Her voice is so full of surety that Steve can’t help but smile widely. Sometimes, being the group’s default kid wrangler gets on his nerves but moments like this where the kids he cares about care right back, that makes being the babysitter worth it. The wink she sends him makes Steve think Max knows the power of her words, too. There’s a heady sort of satisfaction that surrounds the girl as they make their way outside. After depositing the table and chairs by the side of the trailer and rolling up the rug, they decorate the empty living room. Max brings over the lights from her own room and hangs them along the wall, creating a warm glow. Dustin helps Steve move the stereo from Eddie’s room into the hallway where they can maximize the acoustics the best. Weeks of asking Eddie weird questions and “borrowing” his boyfriend’s mixtapes helped Steve make the perfect playlist for them to dance to. It’s not exactly prom the way that Steve remembers it but it’s something.

When they’re done and Dustin makes the call to Sal, Steve thanks them both and sends them back to Max’s trailer where rated R movies are waiting for them as payment for their help. Steve’s sure the candy he threw in there will be greatly appreciated, too. With the few minutes he has to himself, Steve pulls on the new shirt he got for the occasion. Robin will forever make fun of him for the afternoon they spent picking out the perfect one. Though she understands the sentiment, his relationship with Eddie is always going to be something Robin gives him grief for. The weeks of pining she had to deal with give her a prerogative Steve’s always going to be paying her back for. He’s glad for it honestly. It reminds him how much he truly cares for the boy that makes him mindless and babbly like a school girl. Getting a little heckling from his best friend for the mushy person he is and plans to continue to be is absolutely nothing in the face of rightness being with Eddie creates in him. The past version of himself isn’t the guy who plans something cheesy just to see someone smile – this new and exciting version of himself is, though. The Steve he is now can’t wait to see the door open and take in Eddie’s face.

Though he’s never told him, Steve knows about the way people treat Eddie. He’s not immune to comments from people that don’t appreciate Steve’s affiliation with Eddie. It’s so easy to swat them down knowing how brave Eddie is. While the town will never understand the depth of it, Hawkins owes a lot to the boy who rode head first into Demobats that just about killed him. Steve’s been patiently waiting for Eddie to talk to him about the treatment, though he understands why Eddie doesn’t – there are so many things that Steve refuses to bring up again, too. Luckily, Steve is much more of an actions speak louder than words kind of guy, anyway. While Eddie may not be ready to talk about the voices that plague him or the people that still weigh heavily on his innocent boyfriend, Steve can give him something that no one should miss. And since they aren’t a very conventional couple, the off the wall way Steve makes it happen is fitting.

So is the overwhelmed look that overtakes Eddie’s face as he walks through the door. The surprise Eddie feels is tangible. Steve watches him grapple for words as the lights and music and overall atmosphere is taken in. It’s hard not to grin at the speechlessness that overtakes Eddie, but Steve manages to barely hold onto his control. He tries hard to radiate the sort of confidence that makes Eddie want to come to him. Out of all the people that Steve has tried to court, Eddie is the only person that Steve truly wants to lean on him. More than anything, Steve hopes that he’s a safe place for Eddie, that his presence is something that brings the boy peace and happiness unlike the suspicion and upset he’s constantly faced with. Eddie is that kind of serenity for Steve – he’s like a breath of fresh air, the kind of reminder that home exists, even if it’s a person with long curly brown hair and eyes that are wide and all knowing. Being something equal or similar to the person that makes him happiest is what Steve’s striving for.

The perplexed words that eventually fall out of Eddie’s mouth are what break Steve’s mold and drags a smile across his lips. He takes a second to look around, to hear the music he carefully selected, to see Eddie and the many emotions overtaking all of him. He’s proud and happy and glad to note that something he’s done is actually successful. “Not exactly prom, but something like it,” Steve says in reply, shrugging his shoulders like this is something simple and not weeks in the making. He takes a step closer to Eddie and then another until he can reach out and touch.

Eddie’s head is spinning, all previous thoughts of plans and upset and glumness are gone and out the door that’s somehow closed behind him. All that registers is the empty room and surprisingly not crappy music that is radiating everywhere. It’s surrounding Eddie the way the depth of the situation is. Despite never saying a word, Steve read the situation and gave Eddie something he still isn’t capable of asking for. He’s overwhelmed and lost in a way that makes it hard to breath. Ignoring the heaviness in his chest, Eddie leans into Steve’s touch and allows the reality of the situation to overcome him. Eddie’s been worried and sad and detached because of a dance that doesn’t matter (even though it does more than Eddie cares to admit). It’s crazy to think that Steve is perceptive enough to pick up on something that Eddie’s been going out of his way to hide. Except, maybe it’s not so far-fetched – Steve selflessly takes care of the people around him, giving them things they didn’t even know where good for them. Obviously, Eddie isn’t an exception. Steve’s so sneaky that Eddie is at a loss – he’s frozen and can’t think of anything to do but follow Steve’s lead.

Which ends up being the best decision, anyway. Steve’s arms are firm around Eddie as he brings them chest to chest. There’s no space between their bodies, so Eddie can continue to relax and lean into Steve’s hold. He lets the music surround him for the first time since stepping in the door and sighs wistfully. It’s one of the many songs that Eddie sings loudly whenever they’re in his van and Steve gives up his rights to DJ duty. When it ends and another one of Eddie’s favorite begins, he finally looks up and takes all of Steve in. From his wide open eyes to the smile on his face, Steve is radiant. There’s a blush on his cheeks and his hands tighten around Eddie’s waist the longer their stares are intertwined. Eddie wants to speak up and say something about the way his heart is beating faster than it ever has before – that this moment, this singular point in time is the greatest Eddie’s ever experienced. His mouth isn’t cooperating though and the ability to do anything but smile like a loon vacates him. Maybe that’s for the best – words can only muddle what’s quickly shaping up to be romance personified. Instead of forcing himself to speak of his happiness, Eddie experiences it with each bump and sway of their bodies to the music.

Mere minutes or maybe hours later, the tape finally rolls to a stop and silence surrounds them in the empty room. It’s easy and natural to keep on moving, despite the cessation of the music. Eddie’s arms are wrapped around Steve’s neck so tightly that they share breaths. Steve’s got him in a tight grip, like he’s afraid of letting go. Between their position and the shockingly right intimacy, Eddie’s not surprised to find himself leaning into Steve’s space in hopes of kissing red lips. He’s met in the middle with a fierce press of lip against lip. This is a practiced dance for them – Eddie knows how to tilt his head just right to slot Steve’s lip perfectly between his own. Eddie doesn’t hesitate to poke his tongue out and trace the plump roundness of Steve’s bottom lip. The tease is enough for Steve to open his mouth so Eddie can tangle their tongues together in something that creates a spark that lights up them both.

There’s no fumble or fuss as they make their way down the hall and into the furthest room. Not for the first time, Eddie’s grateful for his uncle’s sacrifice – having a room that’s all his own is a glorious plus when Steve’s hands and mouth are promising such beautiful things. Their closeness continues until they’re through the door and in Eddie’s room; only then does he resurface for a breath and put a bit of space between them. He’s able to let his head clear a little bit – Steve’s absolutely intoxicating and Eddie’s an easy victim. It takes very little exposure to Steve at all for Eddie to mindlessly fall into a pit of desire that makes higher function and any sort of thought difficult. After all of Steve’s effort, Eddie wants to be present for the absolute debauchery that’s about to take place. Gesturing over towards the bed, Eddie starts to take off his shirt. “Lie down – I want you to watch.”

Steve is quick to oblige – with a blush on his face and a pep in his step, even. He quickly gets onto the mattress and scoots back until his head is on the pillow with Eddie clearly in sight. The heaviness of his stare makes Eddie shiver – his skin is hot and covered in goosebumps, like Steve’s gaze is a tangible thing that’s touching him. Closing his eyes for a second, Eddie takes in a couple of breaths and clears his head. When he looks up again, Eddie’s focused enough not to fall victim to the blissed out look on Steve’s face (though, it’s a close thing). Instead, he feels confident and wanted as he strips himself down to black boxers that cling to his thighs. He allows Steve to stare to his heart’s content for another moment before launching himself onto the bed to fumble madly at the buttons on Steve’s shirt. Eddie all of the sudden can’t stand to have any barriers between them – he knows for certain he’ll feel so much more comfortable when there’s even ground between them.

Steve’s a little dumb struck as he leans back on the bed and watches Eddie. Things like nakedness and intimacy aren’t all that new to them. Despite not dabbling with guys before, Steve’s libido has taken no hit since getting together with Eddie – in fact, he’s more certain of himself with Eddie than he’s ever been with any of the girls he took to bed. Maybe it’s the safety thing rearing its ugly head again, or maybe Steve’s finally where he’s meant to be. Either way, he’s more than happy to be the one watching Eddie drop his entire outfit, piece by piece, down onto the floor. His feelings about the situation get even more positive when Eddie joins him on the bed and waits no time at all to start helping Steve out of his clothes, too. Between the two of them, Steve is shirtless and writhing on the bed in no time. As Eddie works on his jeans, Steve gets his hands on any part of Eddie’s skin he can. While he’s slim and a bit smaller than Steve himself, Eddie is relatively well built. His muscles flex with every one of the moves he makes while ridding Steve of his clothes. The sight is lovely, made even more so by the way Eddie looks up and grins at him when he gets Steve’s pants off. Soon, they’re both naked, groin to groin, bare skin to skin – it’s hard to think about anything else when Eddie is a delightfully warm weight above him.

“Thank you,” Eddie whispers after a moment of toying with the shell of Steve’s ear. His hips are casually thrusting against Steve’s, causing the most glorious friction. It’s hard to process the words at first but Steve finally absorbs them. It takes several moments for him to find the strength to make his lips work – the roll and swivel of Eddie’s hips and the soft press of lips against sensitive skin is too much for Steve to bear.

“Don’t thank me. I want you to be happy, Eddie – “ The words are choked off when another moan rips from Steve’s throat, instead. Eddie’s making quick work of the length of Steve’s torso with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Steve’s positive he’s going to have little suck bruises and hickies down his front. The marks will stay with him for weeks until Eddie decides to put new ones there as replacement. His possessive energy is familiar and welcomed – Steve appreciates the fact that Eddie wants to mark him up. There’s been so many people that hid their connection to Steve – that battled against it in a way that still makes Steve question himself to this day. His parents, Nancy, the friends he grew up with – everyone always finds a way to push him aside when it really matters. Except Eddie. There’s no limit to the sort of claim that Eddie wants to have over Steve. It’s sort of exhilarating, being wanted that much.

All of his thoughts quickly become nonexistent as Eddie’s lips work their way down Steve’s lower stomach – he’s dangerously close to Steve’s erection that’s practically begging for attention. Before Eddie can get any further, Steve reaches down and flips their positions. The last thing he wants tonight to turn into is a reciprocated gesture that Eddie feels obligated to give. Steve’s no saint but his intentions were completely selfless and pure. He knows Eddie’s angst about prom and wanted to alleviate it. If they’re going to be intimate, Steve’s going to be an active participant. Which is how he finds himself with a mouthful of Eddie’s cock a couple of minutes later. He made quick work of tonguing at Eddie’s nipples and reducing him to moans and pleas of want. Steve’s clever and completely into the physicality of being with Eddie – he’s made it his mission to make note of and remember all the things that drive Eddie wild. Steve takes giving Eddie pleasure very seriously. Seriously enough, at least, to reduce him to mindless groans of Steve’s name more often than not.

Letting up ever so slightly, Steve draws back from Eddie’s cock, replacing the wet heat of his mouth with the tight grip of his hand, instead. Steve shifts himself on the bed until he’s in between Eddie’s legs – strong thighs wrap around him thoughtlessly. In this position, Steve can feel the way Eddie’s hips move up into the circle of his hand, the way his body aches and shivers because of Steve’s ministrations. It’s a heady thing, to realize the sort of impact he has on Eddie – Steve’s never been more proud of himself, honestly. With that in mind, he loosens his grip on Eddie’s cock and looks up with questioning eyes. “What do you want, Eddie? My hand, my mouth, my cock?” Steve asks, leaning down to press their lips together in a hot kiss. There’s no answer for a while – Steve’s plenty happy to occupy Eddie’s mouth until they can’t help but pull away to take gasping breaths.

Eddie is oddly shy when he cups Steve’s face – “I want you to fuck me,” he says with a small break in his voice. Steve’s not given much time to think about it, though – Eddie brings him down into another all-consuming kiss. Whether it’s a diversion or simply lust taking over, Steve can’t tell and at this point, he doesn’t really care. He’s too preoccupied with clever lips and an antsy hand that digs helplessly through Eddie’s bedside table. Steve moans in triumph as his fingers wrap around a tube of lube. Eddie celebrates the little victory by tangling their tongues together in the most distracting way.

Steve’s fingers are dexterous and wide as they open him up – Eddie spends most of those moments thinking about the space they fill inside of him. It’s crazy to think that Eddie made it through so many years with so much emptiness inside of him. Though he can make it through the times where Steve isn’t there, Eddie doesn’t feel complete. Things aren’t right in the world until moments like this one where Steve takes his time mapping out and staking his claim in that empty space. None of the hook ups in his past ever came close to making Eddie feel the way Steve does. That cheesy shit is about as cliché as Eddie’s desire to go to the prom in the first place. He stubbornly continues to blame it on Steve’s influence – as the moment is proving, the greatness that Steve brings to his life makes Eddie do crazy things. Like moan out Steve’s name in such a wanton way that Eddie’s sort of embarrassed to be so done in.

Though, that emotion is so fleeting, Eddie barely registers it. He’s too busy enjoying the deep thrust of Steve’s fingers. First one, and then two, and then a third that almost gives Eddie the full feeling he’s looking for. There’s only one thing that’s going to remedy the situation – though, Eddie’s learned he’s got to be patient for it. Steve can slip in so easily when Eddie gives himself a couple extra moments to relax into the feeling of fullness once again. It’s a total body thing, finally feeling complete and real again. Not only is it a physical experience for him, but Eddie’s also come to find that his psyche and emotions like to jump into the mix, too. That’s why it’s always so overwhelming and Eddie hopes the intensity of it never changes.

When Steve pulls his fingers away, Eddie lets out an undignified moan. It can’t be helped – the sudden feeling of emptiness is too much after that sweet taste of being completely fulfilled. Steve doesn’t make him wait long – he’s gotten really good about rolling a condom on one handed while the other runs soothingly up and down Eddie’s inner thigh. The cool lube Steve spreads over himself is a shock to Eddie’s system, making his hips hitch into the press of Steve’s cockhead against him. The other boy takes advantage of the move and pushes his hips forward, easily slipping himself inside of Eddie so that two becomes one in a way that it’s gloriously impossible for Eddie to puzzle out where he ends and Steve begins. It’s more satisfying than any blowjob or orgasm will ever be. Eddie’s already blown to bits by the simple act of joining together – every thrust and clever flick of Steve’s wrist is a bonus Eddie’s overwhelmingly lucky to take part in. His body feels like it’s on fire, its source stemming from a spot inside of Eddie that Steve ignites so easily. It's heat and wanting and rightness and satiation. The closer he gets to it, the more Eddie knows the spark as the flames of love that burn so damn brightly. Steve Harrington is a magician in that sense.

Little by little, Eddie loses control of himself, willingly giving it over to sure hands that hold his hips and touch him with the sort of reverence Eddie never thought he deserved. Though Steve is admittedly out for his own pleasure, he never neglects Eddie along the way. His fingers are heavy on Eddie’s skin as they skim over ticklish spots and those that are so sensitive, Eddie can’t help but clench around the thickness inside of him. Steve spends more time giving attention to those spots the closer things get to the end – Eddie’s positive Steve loves the tight heat around him. Sometimes Steve even tells Eddie so; the dirty words drip so easily from lips that look so red and innocent and pure. Their plump and kissable and cookie cutter in a way that gives Steve that boy next door look. While Eddie knows the truth, it’s sometimes hard to remember that wicked things can bubble out of Steve Harrington’s mouth, too. He’s not just great hair and a body to die for. He’s grunts and pants and syrupy sweet words that make Eddie’s cock leak precoma uncontrollably. When he gets close, Eddie can’t decide if it’s the dead on hits to his prostate or the sneaky way Steve brings heat to the party with whispered words and clever flicks of his tongue against the shell of Eddie’s ear.

Soon, there’s no space in the room for words or declarations. Both boys are tip toeing the edge, standing right on the precipice a thrust or two away from falling. Eddie’s come to enjoy these tense moments the most – his body isn’t his to control anymore, it’s just a source of hormones and feeling and enjoyment that Eddie’s merely along for the ride for. He doesn’t have to worry about Wayne’s presence or Steve’s nosy parents – Eddie’s free to moan and call out Steve’s name to his heart’s content. He’s panting and groaning through the thrusts that shift from long and languid to fast and deliberate. Steve’s got his target locked in, hitting it with expert precision each swing of his hips. Eddie’s prostate is lit up, making his entire body shutter and clench up tightly the closer his orgasm gets. Finally, it all becomes too much. “Steve – touch me, please. You have to touch me,” Eddie gasps out around a shaky breath. He’s so close to the end that the taste of it lingers in his mouth.

It takes little convincing for Steve to change his pace and shift position enough to take Eddie’s cock in hand. His hips are moving on their own accord and there’s just enough brain power left for Steve to coordinate the movement of his hand with the rest of him. These moments, the ones where Eddie completely surrenders to his pleasure, they’re the ones that Steve enjoys the most. It’s a joy to see Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, to watch his usual pale skin turn red and dewy with lingering want and desire. Never mind the fact that Eddie’s grip around his cock becomes vice-like the closer he gets to the edge. The feeling of Eddie squeezing around him with every stroke of Steve’s hand becomes something of a game. What sort of melody can they create in those last few steps towards that glorious little death. Steve sucks in a breath and buckles in for the finish – he feels it in the way Eddie tightens up before cum splashes over his fist and onto their skin. Though it’s only a mark that they see, Steve is proud to wear the evidence of Eddie’s enjoyment. He’s the reason such a beautiful person lost complete and utter control of themselves. That thought alone is enough for Steve to join Eddie in that far off state of bliss. Steve thrusts a couple more times before he tilts his head back and gasps out Eddie’s name.

There’s the haze of nothingness that surrounds Steve for a little while. He’s just conscious enough to feel Eddie’s hands running along the sweaty skin of his back. Steve recognizes that he’s still on Earth and alive, but that’s about it. He’s a collective haze of mind blowing pleasure and exhaustion that only comes from great sex. Little by little, Steve comes back to the present where Eddie is looking at him with fondness that Steve’s never known before. It’s almost shocking, to see such a soft glance directed towards him. He gulps in a couple long breaths of air before coming to terms with the fact that he’s exactly where he should be, in the arms of the one person that can actually make him feel like he matters. Steve Harrington matters to Eddie Munson, there’s no denying that. Not when Eddie clings to him and whispers “I love you” against the shell of Steve’s ear. Resurfacing in the sort of environment that fosters love is such a different experience for him. No matter how many times they do this, Steve is still taken aback by the extent of Eddie’s feelings – hell, his own feelings, too. While it’s getting easier to swallow the truth, Steve still struggles with the reality of the situation. At the end of the day, Steve’s a person that’s worth loving. At least, Eddie seems to think so.

There’s silence between them for a long time. Steve pulls out and makes quick work of the condom. He uses one of Eddie’s t-shirts from earlier in the week to clean them both off before allowing himself to relax in bed. When he does, Steve finds himself with an armful of cuddly Eddie Munson. His boyfriend is always a little clingy after they disconnect after sex. Steve still hasn’t asked why, but he recognizes the need. It’s nice to hold Eddie close, even if it’s just for a little while.

Eventually, Eddie turns into Steve’s chest, flinging an arm over him to keep him close. “You’re too much, you know that?” Eddie asks with a voice brimming with fondness. Steve knows that’s Eddie’s way of being affectionate. Grinning at that truth, Steve nods his head.

“Yeah, I do. I’ve got to keep you on your toes somehow or another.” Steve caps off his statement with a soft kiss on Eddie’s forehead. “You deserve good things, Eds. It’s nice to be able to give them to you.” And wasn’t that an understatement. The closer they get, the more Steve realizes that he and Eddie are much more alike than he ever could have thought. This love they’re creating between them is something that’s pure and real – it’s the sort of feeling Steve’s been looking to find for all of his life. Their relationship is acceptance and freedom and genuine joy – Steve can be himself and gives Eddie that same opportunity. Being able to live without stigma, that’s new to them both. But so is the all-consuming need to take care of each other. Steve’s certain that the little things they do for each other will get easier as time marches on. For now, he leans into Eddie’s joy and revels in the fact that he managed to bring out such an emotion. They’re learning how to exist outside of the norm in a reality that has monsters like Vecna and makes room for a love like theirs.

It's different but good and right in all the ways that matter. When Steve relaxes into the bed with Eddie curled into him, he closes his eyes knowing that safety and happiness are real for them and will continue to be when the new day comes. Heaven is here, right in this bed with Eddie in his arms.

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