#vol 2 stranger things

[zaynsxsoul]

Forever yours, faithfully | Eddie Munson x Reader

summary: After the party comes back from the upside down, Dustin takes you to have your long awaited reunion with your boyfriend Eddie.

warnings: Spoilers, mentions of blood and wounds, established relationship, pure needed fluff

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

You just can’t bear that well known aching feeling any longer. The way that your heartbeat pounds painfully against your chest, your ears torturing you with a non-stop buzz, the warm tear streams are burning and stinging your skin with every hour that goes by, every minute, every second.

It is torture combined with pure empty agony hurting deep down in your soul.

Yearning Eddie has never been this painful before. Going mad is not too far away from reality, while you try to mend your poor hastened heart that’s begging to be alleviated.

The only comfort you have and that is keeping you sane, is the dim memory of his cigary and bergamot scent, still slightly lingering to the leather jacket he left behind for you to wear.

And that’s what you do. You’re holding on to it. Pleading to remember the warmth of his body around yours and the sound of that mellow voice of his. That loud and uniquely raspy laugh that feels like home.

And of course, holding on to that one last heartfelt kiss he gave you, before saying goodbye, promising you he would come back for ‘his girl’.

After the supposed earthquake that made almost the whole town of Hawkins leave, you just knew things had gone wrong. A dreadful feeling.

And thats when the worst ideas begin to plot in your head. Memories like flashing lights in your mind, going back to those tender core memories of him that held on to you closely.

You had sacrificed yourself at the Wheeler’s House to get caught before the party did, so while everyone was crawling down to literal hell, you wound up being held up like a criminal at the police station. Questioned and left by yourself with only the bitter taste of loneliness.

It takes one full day for your release from the station. And sweet little Dustin is the one waiting for you. Wobbly legs sprint towards him, And when he hugs you, his arms feel truly safe. It’s a warm friendly welcome, almost as if he can feel your pain. Because that same torment is there. Like an obnoxious thorn, hurting you, and reminding you of Eddie every single time you dare and close your eyes.

“Thank you for coming.” And all he can do is smile at your words. It’s hurtful for him to see you like this. So in between your tears and hopelessness of it all, he holds you tightly near his chest, sweetly caressing your back.

“Geez, almost thought we’d lost you.” He’s honest, a gentle smile peeking from his lips before pulling away gently. “There’s someone who will be pleased to see you again.”

And just like that, you can finally breath again. Painful dark torture suddenly ceases and vanishes away. Dustin guides you into the woods, taking you to that well known place that was Hoppers cabin.

To arrive and greet your friends is like a breath of fresh air. Even more, when you know who is inside, waiting for you.

“M’lady, after you” Dustin pleads, opening the squeaky door and guiding you through the reckless hallway into a bedroom, slowly opening the door as your head peeks inside. “I’ll give you two love birds some privacy.” He teases, playfully, before leaving once more.

Because there he is. Eddie. Your Eddie. And it’s like he knows how his presence is soothing, since all of the sudden he’s giving you the sweetest dimpled smile. Although right behind that smile, are glistening tears shying away, his sigh is alleviating, pure, and savors the most comforting wave of peace he had felt in a while.

“Well, well, well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Eddie’s sweet voice echoes around the room. You mirror his smile, mesmerized and loving the way he rests his head on the pillows that support his back, half sat on the bed and waiting for you. It’s like a beautiful fraile mirage you wish you could encapsulate and keep forever. “C’mere.”

There’s no need to ask twice, of course. You find yourself running to his warm welcoming arms, just like a little girl. His embrace is heavenly, comforting. And it triggers some tears that you don’t even need to fight back.

You wonder if there’s a possibility to stay like this for all eternity. Because right there, when he’s rocking your body tenderly back and forth and peppering kisses on your temple while sniffling sorrowful tears away, you feel more loved than you’d ever felt before.

It’s an embrace that reveals more adoration than words possibly ever can. His hands, always lenient, slither sweet little nothings to the skin of your back. Eddie eagers his brain to understand that you are there, and that you are real. Feeling you is the only proof that it is not a dream.

Encouraging to pull you in closer, his calloused hand guides your face near the crook of his neck. You hide there, a pool of prickled and bittersweet tears wetting his skin.

“Yeah, I missed you too sweetheart.” Eddie understands you, and he knows you. There aren’t any words needed to acknowledge that you’re hurt. anguished. It’s a well known feeling, because so is he.

What brings him comfort is the soft warmth of your body against his. He longs for his own heat to proffer some solace to you. And if it doesn’t, maybe repeating the words he says with such fondness, does. “I missed you too.”

“What happened down there?” Your voice is numb. It’s difficult to not contemplate his painful state.

His abdomen is covered in bandages, and his face still carries some traces of blood and dirt. But either way he lolls his head towards yours, making you understand that it is okay. It’s endearing to feel you close, and so incredibly intimate.

“I thought I had lost you for good” You say through the echo of a whisper.

“Well, only the good die young, y’know.” Your laugh is delightful and pleasant, but it’s honest too. Because with that simple yet endearing phrase, so typical of Eddie’s, he awards your heart with hope. “I’m fine babe. We’re fine, I promise.”

“Don’t you dare leave me again, Edward Munson” You yelp through loving strokes that caress his brown and frizzy locks.

His ringless hands cups your cheeks, and it almost makes you purr out of love. Big brown puppy eyes glimmering in a unique yet beautiful way.

“Edward?” He snorts, cringing at his own name. “Well, either me nor Edward, would even dare to leave you. Although it fascinates me that I just crawled back from Mordor and that’s all you can say to me.” You’re thankful for what he says, and very much understand what he means.

“Kiss?” You ask. The corners of your lips lifting towards your eyes, an innocent and playful smile.

And right there, he could swear by just the sight of it, that it works like a magic spell over his wounds.

His lips pucker slightly, and you giggle a soft peck over his poor busted lip. He tastes like medicine, it dissolves quickly into your mouth. “Hmm, much better.” He coos. Arms pulling you in closer once more. You melt under his touch.

“Eddie?”

“Hmm?” He mumbles, gifting gentle strokes to your skin. His heartbeat is strong against your eardrum.

“What are we going to do? Whole Hawkins is rooting for you to get caught.” He grins at your worries. Not because he likes to see you suffer with overthinking, but because you’re caring about him enough to ask about his future well-being.

“We’ll figure it out later, m’kay? Right now I just wanna feel you close for a little while longer.” His whisper eases your concerns.

To pepper soft kisses on your head might be his newest favorite thing ever.

What he hears then is the dim sound of your friends voices through the window, birds whistling faintly in the woods, and your gentle breath. His heart is at ease, now that he has you by his side. It was the missing piece of the puzzle.

“I promised I would come back to my girl, and I did.”

“I love you.” Your faint voice fills the void of the room. The sound of Eddie’s melodic laugh joins too.

“Don’t get too cliché.” He’s kidding. Of course he is, and you know it. Even after slapping his shoulder gently. “You know that I love you more than anything in this world.” As for one thing he knows it is true;

For you, he is willing to travel oceans of time and crawl up the burning walls of hell, just to see your eyes and touch your lips, one more time.

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[eiddets]

joseph quinn behind the scenes of vol 2 of stranger things

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source ✩

[melaninforkings]

brood of harringtons

Now why did they make steve talk about how he basically has a breeding kink😭💀 WITH HIS EX TO TOP IT OFF

[timeladyshit]

it's David Harbour (Jim Hopper) moaning "oh god" towards the end of the video for me | 4 x 09

[lust444men]

"innocence"

Warnings: agedup!mike wheeler. "innocent"!reader, mean mike !! >.< , degrading, small praise towards the end, dacryphilla, unprotected sex (strap it up folks)

A/n: hello everyone! I've had a new found obsession for agedup!mike . so have this lil blurb I made.

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It all started because you and mike are having a sleepover, you were innocently brushing your teeth, and when you went back to the bedroom you were sharing for the night he couldn't take his eyes off you.

You are confused as of why he was practically eye-fucking you, you looked into the mirror and realised there was a string of toothpaste mixed with spit down your chin. You wipe it away and turn back to your boyfriend, ready to settle down for the night when you see a weird look on his face.

"You okay, Mike?" You asked, grazing your finger across his cheek. He stands up, you look up at him with doe eyes. "You seriously playing the dumb game? or are you actually dumb?" He asks, harshly. You shake your head no, causing him to grab your chin with his finger, tilting your head fully up so your making full eye contact with him. "You knew what you were doing, coming back into the room with only your skimpy little shorts and small shirt, hair up and the toothpaste around your mouth. You were teasing me, weren't you?" He whispers the last part, running his finger over your bottom lip. "No! no I swear I wasn't doing it on purpose Mike." You say, voice shaking. "I think it's time we show you what happens if you tease me, yeah?" He says, drawing you to the bed.

about fourty minutes later, after about three or four denied orgasms, just from his fingers or mouth, you're finally about to feel him inside of you. hopefully.

he's hovering over you, one arm beside your head, the other firmly found it's place on your hip. "Please mike..I need you. pleaseee" You plead with him, causing him to chuckle lowly before speaking. "You think you can handle me, sweetheart?" "mhm! I can, I can, please, I need you. please I can handle it." You say, desperate for his touch. He slowly pushes himself in. "Oh, ohh" you gasp out. he doesn't move. not a muscle. "Please baby..please move I need you please, plea-" You got cut off by him suddenly slamming himself into you. You let out a loud moan, that could probably count as a scream. You felt tears prickling at the side of your eyes. "I can take it! mikey please oh please I need you!" he mocks you. He let's out a dark laugh at your frustrated sob.

you're sensitive from your denied orgasms from earlier on. "Mike I'm so close..please. please can I cum?" You let out between moans. His pace is ruthless, slamming into you as if there's no tomorrow. "Tell me how bad you want it." He whispers in your ear, slowly making sloppy kisses along your neck and jawline. "Oh! so bad, please mike. I need it so ba- ah! I need it so bad ple-" He cut you off again by grabbing your jawline and forcing you to look at him, "come." He says, making his pace somehow faster. You let out a loud drawn out moan, warm tears streaming down your face.

"good girl, you did so well y/n." He says , slowly pulling out of you as to not hurt you or anything. he grabs a cloth to clean you up. "You did so well baby, well done." He whispers, planting a soft kiss on your cheek as you hum in response.

he scoots behind you and brings you under the covers with him, cuddling you while you both fall asleep.

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hope u enjoyed everyone! you can probably expect more of these in the future because of my new found obsession >.<.

Drop a request if you have one! I'll get to it as soon as I can.

have a good day my little loves <3

[tenebrous-academic]

The way Billy was constantly brought up in Vol 2 and then never utilized in a meaningful way makes me so disappointed.

It would have been so easy to have Billy be in the upside down and stuck there since Starcourt Mall - there was an entire scene showing him met a clone of himself in Season 3, why was that never addressed? It would have made sense that the real Billy was locked away and the Upside Down Clone was the one walking around. Even his sacrifice at the end would still be in character - clearly a mental link was established so in that moment the real Billy took over and tried to save his sister and El.

Instead of Mike (a wet Pringle of a human being) talk to El and “inspire her” into fighting back, how ridiculously badass would it have been to have Billy burst in the door ready to kick ass and begin his redemption arc? There was literally so many moments that would have been the perfect foreshadowing. And yet they dropped the ball and let one of the most complex and heartbreaking characters of the show be reduced to nothing but his worst actions. He deserved so much better than being seen only through the lens of his little sister who had no real idea of what was happening in that house and how awful Neil was.

[backnforthupsidedown]

steddie fic where eddie pulls steve aside before he leaves with dustin and eddie tells steve to stay safe and hugs really tight, kisses on his cheek and also makes a flirty joke of some sort yeah id like that (and steve BLUSHES of course)

[sunnysidesadie]

rain check?

requested: no (go request things!!)

pairing: max mayfield x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k words

summary: Vecna got to max before you could, but you promise it to her and everyone else that you’ll go on that movie date eventually.

warnings: VOL 2 spoilers!!, gore, angst angst and more angst, slight fluff, mentions of jason carver

this is my first piece of writing, so be kind!! i’m so sorry for any tears i’ll cause :,)

Everything would’ve gone to plan if it wasn’t for Jason Fucking Carver. Lucas and you wouldn’t be on the verge of blacking out from pain, Max would be listening to Kate Bush right now, and in a few days you and her would be at the movies.

However, when do things actually go to plan? Instead with one eye open you watched as your girlfriends bone’s snapped one by one, and her eyes starting to bleed.

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Erica came racing up the stairs and stared at you and her, being equally terrified at the sight of her brother being beat and the scene of Max and you.

You were rocking Max back and forth brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Erica! We need an doctor, please call an ambulance!”

She continued to give you a motionless, yet frightened stare. “Hurry, call an ambulance!” You shouted.

As Erica ran downstairs you heard the sweet broken sounding voice of your girlfriend you’ve been so worried about. 

“Y/N?” She called out, being unable to see at the moment.

“Yes? Yes, I’m here. I’m here.” You didn’t know whether by saying that if you were reassuring Max or yourself. 

“I-I can’t feel...or see anything.” She gasped.

You kept rocking back and forth, hoping that it’d could calm her somewhat in this moment of pain. If you were in pain and injured, you couldn’t imagine how it’d feel for Max right now.

“I know, I know. It’s okay.” You lied. All you wanted to do was make sure that while she was in pain that you were here for her. “We’re going to get you help okay?” 

Even though she couldn’t see you, you still smiled at her just like you did every other day. It gave you some sense of normalcy right now. 

“Y/N, I’m scared. I’m so scared. I’m so scared.” Max kept repeating. You heart clenched at those words, that was the opposite of how you wanted her to feel right now.

“I know, I know, I know.” You said. You wiped away any tears that were falling from your face. You felt so bad every time you looked into her glossed over, blank eyes.

“I don’t wanna die. I’m not ready.” She whimpered.

Tears came from your eyes at a faster rate. Why did this have to happen to her, to you, to your seemingly happy relationship. Max and you had gone through so much lately and you just wanted a sense that everything would be okay.

“You’re not going to die, we have our movie on Friday. Remember? We’re going to go see...” You paused trying to keep the conversation going. “We’ll see whatever you want to see.” 

She could barely hear you and just repeated her feelings about death. “I don’t want to go! I’m not ready!” Max shouted.

“You’re not going to die!” You shouted. “Just-just hang on!” You cried. Being brave was out of the picture now and as she was crying, so were you.

All of a sudden your girlfriends eyes start to close, and you can’t see the white orbs anymore. “Max..max, max?” You called out; praying that’d she answer. “No, no, no Max. Stay with me.” 

Lucas just started to wake up from the pain he encountered, which was much more severe than yours. All he could do was stare at you while you were cradling your presumed dead girlfriend.

“No! Max! Max, stay with me!” You let out the most anguishing sob as the house started to rumble. 

Lucas pushed himself out of the way, and you pulled Max’s limp body further into yours and scooted away from the middle of the attic. 

Floorboards started to crack as the gate to the upside down started to split the house in half. The gate went throughout Jason’s body which was the only thing that night you could let out the smallest of smiles for.

Staring in horror at the scene unfolded, paramedics rushed in the house to help get Max, Lucas, Erica, and you to the hospital. All in some ways needing injuries to be checked out. Everyone knew whose injuries were the worst.

On the way to the hospital all you could do was stare at the comatized body who was now a shell of who you love. 

--

Being forced to go back home the next day you returned with a new book in hand. Taking over Lucas’s place of watching over her. Even though he knew you two were dating, Max and him were the most platonic soulmates you’ve ever seen. You never had a problem with the two of them hanging out.

Lucas saw you walk into the room and stare upon Max’s body and the cords attached to her. He walked up to you and put a hand on your shoulder drawing you out of your blank stare.

“Hey Y/N, I hope you got some sleep.” You shook your head, not being able to since that night. “She’s been doing okay. No changes overnight for the better but more importantly none for the worst.”

You nodded, feeling like that was all you could do. Him and resumed seats over in the corner. You took your spot right next to her bed and pulled out Max’s favorite book:  The Talisman-by Peter Straub and Stephen King.

You opened to where you left of the previous day. “He opened his eyes, and further words died in his throat.” You grasped her hand continuing. “He forgot about the need to sick up that horrible parody of wine.”

She continued on with the story not letting her eyes trail off Max’s face. Suddenly the door opens and familiar faces walk in. 

“Oh my god...We called you guys like crazy.” Lucas said as he stood up walking over to the group.

Your eyes just looked over to Will and Eleven’s, the closest friends out of everyone. Will gave you a weak smile and Eleven could barely muster to look at you.

“I know we came as soon as we heard.” Mike said to Lucas, he then turned to you. “I’m sorry.” 

Everyone looked to you hoping that you might utter something. You didn’t.

Eleven walked closer to where your girlfriend was laying. “Do they know..when she will...wake?” She asked.

You finally spoke up but couldn’t look at the group as a whole. “No. They say she might not...her heart stopped. For over a minute.” You had to take a deep breath. “She died. I, I mean clinically...but then she came back.”

Eleven walked closer and sat on the bed as you kept talking. “The doctors don’t know how, the say it’s a miracle.” You look over to Eleven, having some suspicion. 

Eleven tried to look into Max’s mind but couldn’t find anything. “I’m sor-”

You cut her off and everyone looked to you. “We were supposed to go to a movie you know. This Friday. Obviously that plan went to shit. Seems like life just really wanted to throw a wrench into our relationship. How homophobic of them.” 

Lucas looked at her in shock, wondering how she could make jokes in a time like this. 

“Oh come on, it was funny.” You sighed. “But, I know you guys think I’m crazy for having this much hope because it’s damn near impossible for her to wake up and see a movie again. But I don’t care, I will rain check as damn long as I need because I’m not breaking another promise to her.”

Eleven nodded as you finished your monologue. No one really knew what to say. There was nothing that they really could say. 

“You guys should go, fix up the cabin now that there’s someone to inhabit it. Tell your mom I say hi.” You directed towards Will.

They nodded and everyone started filing out, eventually Lucas and Erica too. You turned back to your girlfriend and opened the book again. “So where did we leave off?’

[eddiephobic]

Vol 2 A year ago today Missing Him a lot

[ronancebrainrot]

[mlmmurdock]

petition to give will byers a gun next season

[zaynsxsoul]

Drivers Seat | Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: Eddie teaches you how to drive on his lap, until things get a little bit out of hand.

warnings: Smut +18 mdni, mild arguing?, fluff, pet names, teasing, fingering, curse words, sex in a semi public area, getting caught (kind of, not really), established relationship, slightly mean!eddie more guided towards foreplay teasing.

word count: 4k

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When the soft season of spring tints the cheerful afternoon of yellow, green and pink shades perfectly over Hawkins, you believe the sublime effort of influence might work a little better.

There’s something in the warm sunset air that might make you believe the hopes are higher than you expect. Even for Eddie, an actively reluctant car sharer.

It’s not been long since the last time he —by choice— offered his van for ‘the wonderful works of teaching by Eddie Munson’. In his words exactly.

Until the wonderful works of teaching turned into the disastrous downfall of patience. 

It’s not that you hadn’t done a good job. You did, and he’s proud of you for it, he trusts you. How could he not? Being a perfectionist yourself made it a simple process, a flawless one actually. So, that’s why he would never dare to underestimate the effort you’ve put into learning.

But besides the fact that he was afraid of teaching you some of his wrecked driving traditions and turning it into a negative experience, there’s this specific thorny memory that’s made him a little bit reluctant nonetheless.

Nothing too deep but a certain flashback of your reverse day practice lesson. Everytime he goes back to that specific memory, you’re holding on to the steering wheel for your dear life, a screeching sound produced by the wheels, the van shooting backwards and your eyes closed shut accompanied by a loud scream.

And you’re sure that If it weren't for him, who expertly pulled the emergency brake and pushed away your almost glued leg from the accelerator, a certain house on the trailer park would’ve been in ruins by now.

Needless to say, you haven’t tried again ever since.

“Please, please, please!” The miracle that you craved to turn into reality is represented by the imploration of your voice.

All Eddie can do is laugh. An honest chuckle.

He’s enjoying it overall. Because you look pretty like this, fingers intertwined creating a praying sign, pouty lip and big puppy eyes vandalizing him from the passenger’s seat.

Just as he’s pulling over at Forest Hills Trailer Park, and his own place looks like it’s being acclaimed by cinematic pastel colors behind the tall slender trees, your attempt at convincing him seems more and more impossible to decline.

“I promise, I'll try my best. No laughing this time!” His hand movements are quick and expert, even with such a simple maneuver like turning off the engine and pulling the hand brake.

Your eyes, curious and observant, avert to this movement. Hoping that it sinks in and sticks when you yourself get to try it. 

The great —or maybe not so great for him— part of being his copilot, is to learn some tips and tricks that will eventually make the process easier for you.

Pretty dimples peek on the sides of his cheeks and gift you a toothy grin. Part of it has turned into a game. So his hand tries to soothe away your pouty lip by brushing your hair behind your ears with his ringed fingers before pulling you closer by the neck until his lips get to peck your forehead.

“No way, pup” He nods, hair moving along with the movement while simultaneously reaching out for the key inside the keyhole. 

Your mouth opens in disbelief, and he shrugs his shoulders mirroring your mouth gesture before speaking.

 “You almost crashed last time, remember? If Chief Powell sends you to a detention center for reckless driving, I swear to God—“

“But…” 

And he hates it. Or more like, loves to hate it. There’s always this silly little thing you do in which somehow your eyes turn him into complete mush. A pout follows,  and sooner than later he is agreeing to everything.

Best part comes next when that pouty lip is replaced by a cheeky grin that follows to praise him with lovely thankful pecks. 

“Do you…? Not remember the last time we tried?” And then comes the resistance part. In which he desperately tries to be rigid. 

Anything to avoid getting caught under that well known spell of yours.

Your hand plays with a shorter strand of his hair that falls perfectly right above the shoulder blade. He avoids a shiver.

“And I did so good, didn’t I?” Your arms are holding him now, cheek pressed against the curve of his bicep. Fingers curling the sides of his waist.

“I mean, I think you did, but go ask the Johnson’s poor trailer back there” 

He’s not attempting to be mean, it’s actually a lighthearted mockery. And he reassures it with a gentle caress directed to your arm.

He worries the comment might’ve upset you. Until your giggly laugh gives the comfort that it wasn’t too much. When that has settled him, he gets out of the van and opens the passenger door for you.

“M,kay, let’s get inside, I'm starving.” He waits for the usual jump you do every time you get down his van. 

One that never comes.

To leverage his hand that’s holding the door, you take the opportunity to unclip your belt and crawl over to the driver's seat. And although his entangled hand tries to capture your ankle, you’re already settled in front of the steering wheel. 

And he might melt right there when you’re smiling like that. Full display of two bright pearly white rows that might shine brighter than any star he’s ever seen or imagined before.

 His hand theatrically lets go of the door handle and plops against his hip. You love the way his husky laugh sounds when he drops his head to his feet and then his eyes look right back at you. Because it most certainly gives away the pure feeling of surrender.

And although he’s already defeated, the teasing always sits right.

“Cute, but you’re not going anywhere without these,” He flashes you the keys that dangle from his ring finger. “Just give up already!” His sarcasm is adorned by a chuckle.

“Oh come on Eds! I made a mistake once!” Your frown is genuine. 

He understands then that the roots of loving to tease you, might come from how adorable you look like that. 

“More like crashed a trailer” He corrects before closing the door shut and switching sides.

“Once” You add optimistically when he's opened the driver's seat door for you. “you’re mean” you say, jumping off the van.

Always sweet, he grabs your face from the sides and pecks your lips, incarcerating the lower plump skin playfully between his front teeth before pulling away and jumping up the van again.

“No I’m not” He blinks expectantly. Lovingly. “So? What are you waiting for? Get in, trouble” And when his hand pats his own thigh before extending it to assist you, excitement strikes in again.

“You mean like, to sit on your lap?” 

“Yeah, I'm um, manipulating the brake and accelerator, that’s the only condition.” 

When his hand begins to drop, you grab it. He closes the door giving you time to adjust yourself on both of his thighs. 

Since the steering wheels rest significantly lower than usual in front of you, he tries to adjust the seat, aiming to find the most comfortable working angle specially for you.

“You’re bossy” And when you say that, his eyebrow is defying. “I’m kidding!”

“You better be” His lips melt against your puckering gesture. “Alright, now pay attention. Just like we practiced last time, m’kay? Look at my foot on the break, now turn the key.” His indications are simple, and his endearing caresses on the sides of your hips that play with the loops of your jeans are even more than reassuring. “Then gear, put it in drive, and release the hand brake.” When you do, he applauds. “Well done, pretty”

Once he releases the break, you adjust the steering wheel, and before noticing it, you’re driving the van around the streets that surround the trailer park.

Pink orangish colors kiss the gray pavement that lies ahead of you. It 's soothing.

And he would be lying if he said your smile isn’t mesmerizing like this. Because it mirrors the happiness that lingers deep down in your heart. It’s pure undeniable satisfaction. And for Eddie to know that he helped build that, is rewarding.

His praises feel heavenly in your ear. The faint caress of the tip of his nose against your neck along the soft weight of his chin over your shoulder, is soft and tender.

His hands wrapped around your waist might as well work as a safety belt, buckling you up near his chest that vibrates when he’s humming mellowly whatever rock song shuffles on the radio station. 

And although you can feel his foot below your calf controlling the pedal, the pride that you feel of yourself and what you’ve accomplished so far, can be seen just by the look on your face.  

And he feels that way too. Praising prouder than ever.

 “You’re doing so good baby” Your silent and concentrated smile followed by his voice again. “You know I was just messing with you, right? About the whole, crashing the house and wrecking stuff.”

“I know you were” Your voice is reassuring on his guilt, although it might sound quite more serious than you wanted it to out of concentration. 

“Good, just wanted to make it clear” Eddie’s curious hand travels to the soft warmth of your inner thigh, stern firm fingers moving in circles on that doughy skin.

And it’s embarrassing to like it as much as you do. Even when your lip is tucked under your teeth and your back has arched against his chest.

“Stop it.” You laugh, quickly moving his hand away.

And you love the well known mischievous giggle’s that belongs to Eddie, because you know he’ll eventually find his way back to the same vulnerable spot. 

But as for now, his hand decides to stay still, play a little game to enjoy the glorious feeling that he adores when your body responds to his approach. 

The fingertips that belong to his left hand draw invisible, vague circles on your thigh, right above your knee. The left arm decides to stay closer, and travels through the bristling skin of your lower back all the way to your right shoulder blade. 

And it stays there, vehemently happy, until the index finger takes a leap and pulls down the fabric of your shirt. It uncovers part of the gentle skin of the back of your shoulder, adorned by a black laced bra. 

“Cute,” His quieter tone is accompanied by warm lips that brush against the naked area. 

The warmth on them makes your breath grow heavy and nails to dig onto the hard material of the steering wheel. It makes your belly flutter and a warm pit of fire grows there too. Even more when his lips ghost just very slightly in a linear motion, barely wetting your skin. 

Easy goosebumps grow and touch his lips when you get to feel, right through the gruffy jean fabric that separates your bodies, the way his bulge protrudes longingly. Hungrily. It’s expectant for the hope of a magic trick in which the barrier is suddenly eliminated. 

“Fuck!” You yelp, and his hand quickly takes hold of the wheel and part of your hand pulling away from a badly placed metal trash bin that covers a road bump.

His foot presses the brake pedal, the car stops with a soft thump. The remains of a sunset are gone. Nothing other than a dark deserted road ahead of you and an almost crashed bin. 

There’s back the look of agony in your face and the red cheeks that give it in. You’re embarrassed. But just when panic is near, he laughs and it choruses along the faint sound of music that still plays. 

And for as much as you thought it would be awkward, it’s most definitely not. He makes it feel safe.  

“I’m sorry” You say. 

He hates to see you this embarrassed. Even more when it was his fault. 

“If you don’t want me to touch you just say it” And his ironic comment makes it all better. “You okay? It was my fault, sorry”

“I’m okay” You nod, smiling, shifting in his lap. He groans. “Sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No, no.” He reassures quietly. “Let’s just head back, alright? it’s already dark, don’t wanna risk Chief finding us out here” His voice is raspy, breathy, lower. And you know what he’s up to. “I’ll adjust the wheel”

“Who said I wanted to leave?” The echo of your voice makes him dizzy.

And when your hands move his palm away from the steering wheel and inside your shirt, he’s a complete goner. 

Your body feels nice over his lap. Cold curious fingers squish your tits. And you move again, teasing his aching cock. 

Your cunt is warm, even through your white shorts. And he could swear the beating of his heart is so loud on his eardrum that it could be heard from miles away.

His eyes roll to the back of his skull, the feeling too good to be handled. 

“Drive, Y/N.” You don’t. 

And when you move again, his flustered face hides on the crook of your neck. For as much as he tries to hide the lust that reciprocates and praises your movement, he absolutely can’t. 

“Fuck” He drags the word, both hands that seemed irresponsive until now, grab your hips. There’s a juxtaposition between trying to stop you, and pressing you down onto his needy bulge. 

He has always adored having you on his lap. It doesn’t matter in which particular way or position. There’s something about just having you there in general. It might be the feeling of the warmth of your body so near to him, the way your scent is more perceivable from there, or perhaps the intimate unique closeness that your cunt gives him from this position. Either way, it drives him insane.

The thought of interrupting the golden feeling of ecstatic sensations that seem to concentrate on the contra-producing touch, only makes him even more eager. As eager as you had been ever since he patted his lap a long time ago inviting you in. 

“Is that good?” You ask, drowned in an abyss. 

From this position, in which you’re a little higher than him, he gets to notice the radiance in your cheeks, the lively one, the pure bliss that emanates from the warmth of your exhilarating body. 

And when you’re like this, accompanied by ecstasy, his head bends with a dizzy movement forward. The way you straddle his lap with such gentleness and careful fondness makes his poor aching throat produce a loud groan. 

He might be obsessed with the way your back leans against his chest, the way your ass traces vaguely distracted circles on his clothed cock, your head falling backwards supported by his shoulder, your lips pecking his temple, the way his lustful bulge grows under your movement. 

And all of the sudden he’s aiming to touch your open and inviting mouth. It’s a movement that woes and praises you in every way that he’s able to. In a way you deserve to be praised.

There’s this wolfish grin he aces every time, something that’s very much his. But this time you’re the porter of the smile, complimenting the desire he had inflicted upon you, mirroring what he owned. 

His arms around you, rest a just centimeters below your chest. 

“Shit, If you don’t stop right, now I swear I’m gonna—” His mutter is low, coming out like a growl more so. 

And you say as he asks, moving away, at least for a few seconds. His frown turns into a grin when you’re facing him now. And although the night has already sinked in, darkness secluding the empty streets, you can still see his brown and shiny desire filled eyes that do nothing more than stare down at you, begging for closeness. 

He shivers when your tongue debuts the first waltz behind the soft tender spot behind his earlobe, sloppy kisses belittling his sensitive skin. That special spot you know so well. Warm tongue plays and draws unperceivable figures, as the intoxicating taste of his skin crawls down to your taste buds. 

A mix of bergamot cologne, traces of cigarette smoke and the smell of his honey shampoo scent that lingers to the smell of his own fragrance is what it takes to drive you to the verge of madness.

“You look so good” He half grins when you whisper the compliment in between kisses, until your teeth are biting his earlobe. 

His way to thank you, is to caress the naked skin of your thighs. Speechless, too deep down the rabbit hole.

“Why so quiet? Weren’t you the one trying to make me fail my lesson, getting all handsy on me?” Your playful voice is far away from being offensive. 

Your hand takes a short trip down to his clothed painful cock, until it’s cupping it, with vague movements that follow an up and down motion. 

Sneaky whispers let him be aware of how amazing it would be to taste the salty drips of cum down your desirably bruisable throat.

And he moans. Loudly. Clearly. Back rolling against the old used leather seat.

 Until he thumps the seat all the way to the back, only to be allowed to pin you against the van window. Loving the devilish smile that embellishes your lips once the rings on his fingers make you shiver under his touch. 

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?” His lips tickle your own when he’s brushing them with every word he breathes out. “Why are you being such a tease?”

Your shrug incites another question. “Do you enjoy making me suffer? Cause’ it's working, you little brat” His tone is serious, but his mellow chesty chuckle makes it far away from being a real scolding.

“I’m not sorry” From this short distance, his hair tickles your nose. And although he still has you sideways on his lap, he manages to pull you closer. 

“You better not be” He murmurs expectantly. 

His hand manages to take off your shirt. And when your upper body is free from coverups, he praises the black bra he complimented earlier. “Wearing this for me?” You nod. 

He’s found himself around teasing too. Licking the spot between your jaw and ear, right after taking a handful of the squishy skin that belongs to your —already free— tits.

“Gimme a kiss” You beg. You don’t have to, but still do.

While obeying the first plead, his hand fidgets around the mushy skin of your lower belly and the zipper of your jean shorts. Pointer finger traces soft movements around your clothed cunt. Your whimpers work like fuel on him. 

“Do you want this?” His lips peck your jawline tenderly. one. two. three. four times in a row. until it turns into one too many times to keep count. You nod. “Say it” Two fingers toy with the crease between your cunt and your inner thigh. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you think?” 

He looks beautiful under the moonlight that creeps through the windshield window. 

“I need you. I really do” You beg in his mouth, without a stutter, but deep down lies the feeling of embarrassment after agreeing. 

Which is short, because it's followed by the pure excitement of the yearning feeling of release. 

“Words, baby. What do you need?” His teasing is physically hurtful. And it tantalizes your ear.

“I need you to fuck me” The last two words being softer than the rest. The red in your cheeks is overwhelmingly sweet.

And he’s tense by the mere needy tone in your voice. Mind getting foggy of lust at the thought of giving you what you so desperately seem and feel to need.

“As you please” 

Your jaw drops down to a tense ‘o’ when his hand slithers your shorts down to your ankle and they get lost somewhere near the passenger sit. And there it is, belonging to him again as it always has, the wolfish grin enriched by an attractive chuckle. 

He adores the feeling of your dripping swollen cunt that hugs his thigh, as much as you dote the harsh texture of the warm ruined fabric grazing you. The friction feels illicit, almost unreal. 

His eyes welcome every single reaction and contortion your face does. The way you look almost as if you were about to burst down into tears. 

“Look at you, all ready for me” His whispers only incite more sticky fluids to run down from your warm middle and create a puddle on his jeans, one that you’re embarrassed of. Although he couldn’t care less of them being ruined. Like, at all.

He might actually thank you for it.

“I’ll make you feel so good, whole Hawkins will be able to hear ya’.” And he sounds different, his eager tone is captivating. 

His pointer and middle finger tap twice your closed mouth  “Open?” And you do. The warmth of your tongue sucks them in. And it makes him salivate in bliss.

Because in between the cloudy fog on his mind, he pictures how pretty your mouth would look wrapped around his twitching creaming cock. 

His ringed hand lowers leaving a steamy line of spit down your chest, until his fingers stay in the weak crease between your legs and pubic bone. 

“Fucking shit” He groans enthusiastically when you twitch under his touch. 

Your breathy cursing works wonders on him, even more when his fingers toy around that area, never touching the spot that really aches for him.  

“Stop with the teasing” There’s something about your tone that makes him wobbly. 

That same hand grabs the sides of your face and pulls in for a kiss. You mourn his touch until he drags the dripping fingers around the curve of your lips. 

“Careful with the attitude” 

Expert fingers that know exactly what you need, finally put you out of that misery. And moves away the poor sticky underwear fabric. 

After collecting some of the sticky mess, he flexes two fingers until they’re lost in between the chaos you’ve got hiding down there. Your breathy whimper thanks him.

Cunt soft, warm and swollen, throbbing against his thigh. He loves every second of it, probably as much as you do. Probably more than you do. 

The proximity is such, that in any second you might melt into one. Even much so that you can feel how his lips mimic the arrival of a smile. And you mewl. Loving his proximity, wishing for more. Not oblivious to detect the ecstasy he experiences by observing how you twitch under his touch. 

You whine and he tries to be as careful as he can when he’s eloquently drawing circles around the folds of your swollen cunt, just right next to your clit. Not touching the pearly bud directly. 

He knows that it can lead to overstimulation, and it might hurt you. It has happened before, back when he was freshly understanding the way in which your body reacts.

He adjusts you until you’re comfortably placed over his cock. And he makes up for any second that you missed his touch. Lips meet your naked shoulder, kissing and sucking out of pure love and adoration. Hips rolling in an unrequited movement. 

Your spongy walls welcome his fingers, and just as he’s menacing to pull away, you suck him right in again.

“Eds, I need to-”

 You don’t have to tell him. He knows. He’s known for a while. Ever since you began to reciprocate his distracted humps and joined his panting. He knows even while being lost in his own euphoria produced by your movements that do give him some sort of relief.

“Do it, go ahead” His entranced voice motivates you “I know it feels good, you’re so tight around my fingers” 

The well known blissful feeling builds up in your lower belly, expert fingers move in and out at a deliciously illegal pace. It burns, in the best way possible, the contractions hug his skin, and he kisses your neck lovingly. It never seems to be enough closeness “Come on babe, let go.” He creases, flexes and points his fingers towards that gummy spot that palpitates heatedly “You’re so warm, I can’t wait to—“

Your chants, squeals, and contortions only advertise the approximation of the desirable break through that comes like a heat wave. Your legs fidget above his palpitating lap, a blank delight wraps your head around. And your orgasm coats beautifully three fingers that are still inside of you. 

He loves every second of it. Hips still rolling hungrily below you. And his poor raspy voice mumbles things you can’t understand. His fingers seem to explore some more, before his body shivers under yours and he leans forward finally letting go a long restrained groan, one that longed to be released.

“Son of a bitch” Strings of his own, stain his jeans. You can feel it. A merciful whimper breaths on the back of your skull until his release is there too.

The cozy silence afterwards is soothing somehow. The music works again as a companion. And when you’ve settled, his fingers slide out of you gently, a hot mess pools out and slides from your inner thighs down to his lap. 

He caresses your lips, and he’s smiling all of the sudden. A smile that quite reminds you of what he looks like when he’s drunk. “Love you” 

“I love you, teddie” You mutter back.

There’s something about the way he cleans your thighs so lovingly, with an admirable gentle touch, that makes you feel gooey and dizzy inside. It’s moments like these when he’s so vulnerably real, so bluntly himself, that remind you how much you truly love him. 

He kisses you tenderly, he yearns to stay there forever. And he would’ve if it weren’t for a flashlight that creeps through the window, one so bright that almost blinds you. 

Light that's accompanied by the not so happy face of Chief Powell, who seems like he hasn’t quite made up what’s going on inside.

That’s when you’re thankful for Eddie's tinted windows.

You leap from his lap onto the cold passenger seat, and dress in a record time duration, terrified. Wondering until now why you were completely undressed and he wasn't.

But he 's laughing. Straight up laughing. Calmly swiping the sweat off of his forehead and your sticky pools from the sides of his mouth and jeans. He's so giggly you have to pinch him, he reacts with an exaggerated ‘ow!’ before rolling down his window at the same time he moves hair out of his face.

The night breeze is freezing, but not as much as Chief Powells facial expression. Your heart beats fast, and the only thing you can do is to pray for him not to notice the obvious smell of sex and every other clue that calls you out.

Eddie’s hand waves innocently, kindly. And his smile is so stupidly real, it might’ve fooled the man.

“I would really like to know what you kids are doing parked in the middle of a deserted road at twelve in the morning” Eddie’s boyish laughter is cocky when he looks at you, but it doesn’t last too long when without any words needed your eyes say ‘shut it’.

“Uh, learning how to drive.” He says. “I mean her, not me” He points at you. He 's believable. “Streets are not crowded at this time, so it was the perfect opportunity” 

Powell nods. Not because he believes you entirely. He doesn’t. But he’s also tired and just wants to go home without making a fuss about it.

“U-Huh, well I hope you’re not up to trouble again boy, don’t wanna have another talk with your uncle, you hear me?” The man almost pleads to Eddie, his hand pats his shoulder.

“No no, not at all. We’re done, right?” They’re both now looking at you. And your eyes widen before you nod, subtly squeezing Eddie’s arm.

The man agrees, and before leaving, he gives a short lecture of not staying too long on deserted roads since it could get dangerous. He wraps up the conversation by waving goodbye.

When he’s gone, Eddie rolls the window back up.

And he’s laughing again. Clapping his hands before grabbing the sides of your face and shaking it back and forth playfully. You want him to stay this happy forever.

“Oh my God” You’re laughing too, although it’s more out of nerves than raw fun. “Do you think he…He didn’t-?” 

“Maybe he heard how good I made you feel.”

“You’re being cocky”

“And you like it, don'tcha?” You slap his thigh, it’s still wet. 

“No, no, no, don’t get all shy on me now.” 

And again, like a disgustingly cheesy magnet that you love, he’s pulling you closer. Like he can’t seem to get enough closeness. Like you can’t be away for too long because it’s painful. 

And maybe it is.

“Remember what I said, right? I’ll fuck you so good everyone will be able to hear you” 

And although you shiver excitedly at his vulgar whisper shared by the thought that invigorates every pore in your body, he’s still got you laughing silly again with the simpleness of his lip brushing yours.

“Cocky” You purr. He smiles.

“Shut up”

He turns the key. And when he’s driving again, he wonders if that beaming grin will ever leave him tonight. 

Hating the distance, you hug him again.

 And his free arm welcomes you happily. Heart burns from craving, guided by that specific well known gut churning feeling;

 Love.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[mikewheelersgayagenda]

"sometimes a man hurts every women in his life because his true soul mate is a man"

[tsitp7]

Eddie supremacy

[timeladyshit]

the way Joyce said “pray tell” in hopes of hearing all the dirty things Hop wanted to do to her, just to find out he’s been dreaming about breadsticks & lasagna

[lust444men]

Hi!!! I was wondering if I could request 📘 #2: laying out fresh clothes for them while they’re in the shower(vice versa)!!

i’d love to be the one to do this for Eddie Munson🙏

acts of service.

You open the trailer door, expecting to see your boyfriend on the couch but he isn't there. "Eddie?" You yell out,you're met with silence. You walk the the bedroom, which is just past the bathrooms causing you to hear the shower running. "Oh I know what I could do." You mumble to yourself, excitedly walking to Eddie's bedroom.

You ruffle through his drawers, picking out a nice iron maiden graphic tee, one of Eddie's favourite bands. A pair of waist fitting joggers, and of course, some nice socks. you fold them neatly on the edge of his bed, scurrying of back to the living room when you hear the faucet turn off.

You sit down and put the TV on, acting very nonchalantly. Eddie walks out with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist and his hair dripping wet. wow.

"Hey, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a moment, okay? jus' gotta change first." He says, Kissing your temple. You hum happily whilst he walks to his bedroom.

it's been about, 2 or 3 minutes and eddie walks back out with the biggest grin on his face you've ever seen. He's wearing the clothes you laid out for him. "Sweetheart? Did you lay out fresh clothes for me?" He asks, sinking down next to you and wrapping his arms around you. "Yes, yes I did. I thought it'd be a nice thing to do, is all." You say, snuggling into his chest. "It was, love. thank you very much. You quite possibly picked the best outfit ever. one of my favourite shirts aaannnd the most comfortable pants ever." He chuckles, planting a sweet kiss on your head. You just hum in response. Even if it was little to you, he'll remember it forever. It was the sweetest thing someone's done for him, afterall.

You wrap your arm around his stomach, all the way to his back. pulling him impossibly closer. You love this man. You just don't know how to say it, so you'll keep doing acts of service until you figure out how.

*✧･ﾟ: *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

thank you so much for requesting my lovely!! I appreciate it. hope I did it justice!