#werewolf Eddie Munson

[italiansteebie]

steve harrington has a bad habit.

he takes in the dogs and cats no one wants anymore.

he's had elderly dogs, disabled cats, puppies that have grown and lost their sparkle, kittens that had been left in the dumpster. he's taken dogs that families can't handle anymore, and he does it with love. he uses his parents huge house to home animals that deserve it, animals that fill the emptiness.

so what happens after vecna is all said and done, and eddie's dead and gone, and a mangy dog crawls out from under eddie's old trailer while steve's there helping max do some minor repairs? and what happens when steve takes the dog home, names him ozzy, curtsy of eddie taking up every inch of his brain, and nurses the skinny thing back to health, along with the other strays he's taken in.

but ozzy never really liked to be around the other animals, always choosing to curl up next to steve, and maybe it was because he knew how much bigger he was than all of them because, damn. ozzy was a big ass dog.

until one night, steve shoots out of bed, drenched in sweat, chest heaving as he's recovering from a nightmare, and he catches a glimpse of none other than eddie. eddie, who's supposed to be dead. eddie who's supposed to be dead in the upside down, nonetheless, peering at him through his doorway. "what the fuck," he breaths, watching as eddie flinches nervously, "surprise," the metal head cheers flatly.

"what the fuck."

[thorniest-rose]

Steve doesn't think about wolves again until a strange boy with an accent like syrup and southern stars called Eddie Munson takes him by the wrist under a moonlit night in the Upside-Down and says, "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"I'm not like other boys."

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Werewolf Eddie meets cottage witch Steve.

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[sp0o0kylights]

Steve x Eddie Werewolf AU

Part One

Part Two

Steve hadn't intended to be the Alpha werewolf of a capitol P Pack.

Of course, he hadn't planned on discovering an entire hell dimension hiding under Hawkins either so it was safe to say most of his predetermined life plans had gone totally sideways.

Now, as he stood amongst his friends, his family, who were once again gearing up to fight something they shouldn't have too, he couldn't keep his eyes off the odd wolf out.

Except Eddie "the freak" Munson wasn't out of place--and that was the problem. 

Steve watched as he tussled with Dustin, the serious edge that had been clinging to the younger boy's shoulders disappearing as Eddie tackled him to the ground, cackling. 

It made them look their ages for once. 

"Are you thinking about bringing him into the Pack?" Robin asked as she poured more gasoline into a bottle, ever observant. 

Steve didn't bother playing dumb. No point, with her. "I was going to offer, yeah. Before we go back into the Upside Down." 

Robin hummed softly, setting the bottle aside for a moment. 

"Would give him way better protection against Vecna." Steve said, as if that was reason enough to claim Eddie, and not like he hadn't basically adopted the guy since the older wolf stuck a bottle against his throat. 

Which in turn had made Steve's own wolf wake up and take notice.

He'd thought he was going to have to fight off the urge to shift, form his hands into claws and  tear into Munson. Instead what he’d gotten was a confusing tangle of approval, admiration and his ever present urge to protect coming out in full force. 

It wasn't his fault he'd immediately noticed the sheer fear rolling off Eddie, and how he'd overcome it to fight anyway. 

How he trembled as he knelt down, his wolf staring out of his eyes, but never once lost control. 

Listened to Dustin, and respected the kid enough to calm down for him, even though the younger boy was really the only person Eddie knew was truly friendly, let alone trustworthy staring him down in that shed. 

Then came all the sass, how he lit up when Steve brought him his favorite foods. The dramatic way he'd crooned and hugged Steve, like the act of giving a box of honeycombs was akin to a proposal. 

(Of course, for Steve, it was.

One that he and his wolf made together.

An offering of family. Of protection, safety and love. 

The decision wasn't just his to make, though and he knew it. 

It never had been.

Steve might have been raised by snide, old school Werewolves, born and bred to do things the traditional way, but all tradition had ever done was hurt him in ways he had sworn to never pass on to his own packmates.)  

"It would also give him a home with people who know and understand what going through all this does to you." Robin added softly, leaning into Steve's side and putting her head on his shoulder. "I definitely needed that. After Starcourt."

Steve put the bottle he was working on down next to Robin's, then leaned his head atop hers. 

"We all did." He agreed.

"Plus he fits in." Steve didn't have to see her face to feel her smirk as Eddie went to pull on Dustin’s underwear, cackling madly as Dustin shrieked and called him a cheater. 

 "But you already knew that."

Steve smiled. "The kids love him, yeah." 

He got an elbow to the gut for that one. 

"Not what I meant dingus, and you know it." She pulled her head back, only so she could look onto Steve's face. "That boys been flirting with you since you brought him beer." 

Steve sputtered. 

"I've had to bear witness to the Harrington charm before, don't think I didn't see it in action the other day." Robin poked him in the cheek with a finger. "Just because you're a bit more reserved when it comes to flirting with guys doesn't mean I didn't catch it.” 

Nancy walked up the hill, coming to sit down next to them as Steve sputtered. 

For once she didn't say a thing about how close Robin and Steve were sitting, instead opting to sit on Steve's open side. 

"Are we discussing claiming Eddie as part of the Pack?" She asked, causing Robin to give her a delighted grin. 

"We are indeed, my extremely smart friend." 

"No arguments from you then if I offer?" Steve asked. 

He wasn't going to bother asking the kids, he knew what their answer would be. 

The decisions were made among the elder pack members anyway, and would be until the kids reached an age were they could make decisions that didn’t constantly end in half of them getting killed, but with Jonathan out of the picture in California it came down just to Nancy and Robin. 

Nancy put her head in a hand, watching as Lucas and Erica became involved in the tussle with Eddie and Dustin. 

"No." She said, after a moment. 

'He's dominant, Nance." Steve warned, because the last thing he needed was to bring Eddie in only for a fight to break out over who would act as the Packs Second in Command. 

Nancy smiled, looking gentle as she tucked her legs up underneath her. "If he wants my position he can have it. The kids listen to him better anyway." 

“You're sure?” Steve asked. He knew she was, could feel through their bonds that she was, but he had to ask it. Needed to hear the confirmation. 

Nancy rolled her eyes at him. “Yes Steve. Now are you going to go get him, or are we going to wait for Vecna to spring something on us? Because for once it would be nice to add a pack member without some kind of threat forcing it.” 

Steve rolled his eyes back at her, but quietly agreed. 

“Make sure Robin doesn’t blow herself up making molotovs, would you?.” He asked as he stood, dusting grass and dirt off his pants.

Robin flipped him off. 

xXx

"Guys, I need to borrow Eddie for a second." Steve called as he approached, mostly to prevent anyone from turning on him at the last second and trying to physically drag him into their game. 

"Fine Steve, but I want him back as soon as you're done!" Dustin shouted, releasing his hold on Eddie’s jacket. 

The older wolf grinned. "Oh I'm sure Harrington will be gentle."

Steve rolled his eyes, but turned around when Eddie reached him, taking a meandering path back up to the winnebago.

"You can call me Steve, you know." He said as they walked. 

Eddie just jostled him with a grin, playfully bouncing on his feet. "Aww, but that's just no fun, Handsome!" 

Steve felt a blush burn at the tips of his ears, but kept kept it off his face. "Handsome works fine too." 

"So what're we talking about? Is this more Vecna plans? Stuff kiddies ears cannot hear?" 

Steve wobbled his hand back and forth. "Yes and no. It'll help with Vecna, but it's…more than that."

Eddie raised an eyebrow at him as the path Steve took them behind the van, well away from the kids and just out of sight of Robin and Nancy. 

"Well spit it out man, you're blue balling me here." 

"You're not part of a Pack, right?" Steve blurted out. It hadn’t been until this moment that he realized he'd never actually offered this to anyone, having always claimed someone either in an emergency or via the kids being pushy assholes. 

Offering a place in a Pack was a big deal, but given the nature of his, Steve felt he earned the ability to say his was beyond special. The people he invited into it were as well, and they deserved to be asked properly. 

Eddie deserved to be asked, properly. 

The same Eddie who blinked at his question, then laughed.

It wasn’t a nice laugh.

“What do you think? No one wanted me before I was the town murderer, and even if I survive this shit?” He leaned in, like he was sharing a secret. “Absolutely no ones going to want me now.” 

Steve frowned at him, startled. 

Caught how Eddie’s scent changed right before he got a handle on it, reeling his emotions in before the sadness soaking his words became obvious. 

”That’s not--no--right, okay.” Steve huffed, frustrated at himself. “Any Pack would be lucky to have you, Eddie. They’d be stupid to buy the murderer crap.” 

Eddie scoffed. “I think you of all people should know anyone would be stupid to take me on.” 

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m a dumbass then.” He responded, before mentally kicking himself. 

He was fumbling. He knew he was fumbling, and a part of him wanted to groan aloud. 

This was not how this was supposed to go. He was getting Dustin to write him a speech, stat. 

On second thought, maybe he’d have Nancy write it. 

"What?” Eddie asked, but it was flat, the playfulness gone. Now there was apprehension in those big eyes of his, and fumbling or not, proper or not, Steve wasn’t having it.  

Not for the guy his kids adored. Not for the one who had leapt into a lake after him to fend off bats, and then complimented him after.

"I'm saying I want-- I'd love to have you in mine." 

A pause. 

"My uh, my Pack." Steve clarified in the growing silence, like it wasn’t obvious. 

Eddie stared at him. 

Steve was blowing this. He was absolutely and totally blowing this, and he was going to workshop a whole damn spiel the next time this happened. (Not that he ever wanted to claim anyone else. Damn Pack was already too big.) 

"I'm offering to claim you." He added dumbly, when Eddie didn't say anything. 

"I'm dominant, Steve." The older wolf deadpanned. "Not enough to gun for your position--and frankly man after seeing your warrior form rip those damn bats in half I don't think anyone in Hawkins is dominant enough to take you--but." 

Eddie worked his jaw, looked away. "I'd definitely be a problem for your current rankings."

As if Steve hadn’t already figured that out. 

"Nancy has agreed to step down as Second." Steve told him, glad he'd had the forethought to have an answer to a problem for once.  

Eddie gave him a disbelieving look. "Nancy, "more guns than sense--and she has a lot of sense" Wheeler agreed to bow out of being the Pack's second? For me?" 

"For you." Steve agreed, knowing the implication that Nancy found him worthy to succeed her, would make Eddie blush. "If it helps though I think you're doing her a favor. I worry a lot about the kids and I think she's tired of riding herd on them. She's happy stepping down.” 

"All of the power, none of the administrative overhead." Eddie agreed vaguely, fiddling with his rings. His hair swung down to cover part of his face as he stared hard at his hands. 

"Which means of course, means you get to help cart around the kids." Steve tried to grin at him, hoping they were getting back onto firmer ground. 

"I see how it is, you're bringing me in for my van." Eddie said, as if he hadn't ditched his vehicle halfway in the woods. 

His voice was off though. 

It wasn’t until Eddie made the mistake of glancing up that Steve saw how wet his eyes were. The tears he was holding back through force of will alone. 

"I'm wanted for murder, Steve." Eddie whispered, voice pained. "I can't drag the kids down with me. I can't drag any of you down with me. I'm not worth that." 

And oh, fuck that. 

One hundred percent fuck that. 

"You are absolutely worth it." Steve said fiercely, the hesitant, careful energy gone. Replaced entirely by the protective streak he was known for, the assuredness that had made him a good team captain and a better Alpha werewolf. 

 "And I hate to break it to you, but you're not even our first fugitive. So unless you can give me a solid excuse, Munson, then I expect you to accept." 

That got him. 

 “You’re serious.” Eddie said, and it wasn’t a question. He stared full on into Steve’s eyes now, a challenge for a werewolf. This though, wasn’t one, and Steve’s wolf didn’t react negatively. 

Knew instinctively, that he was being searched for any hint of a lie. 

“When it comes to this? To you?” Steve found himself gravitating closer, honesty bleeding through every pore. “I will always be serious.” 

A sniff, followed by a quiet huff of laughter as Eddie rubbed his eyes on his sleeve. "Shit, you sure know how to make a guy feel special." 

"You are special.” Steve fired back. “That’s why I want you.” 

It should have been we, as in we The Pack, want you, but Steve would examine where the “I” came from later. 

“If--if you’re sure you won’t regret it…” Eddie trailed off, shyly holding out his hand as his face blushed scarlet. 

Steve took it, offering a customary kiss to the hand with bare knuckles before tugging him closer. “I will never regret meeting you, Edward Munson.” Steve told him, eyes rolling gold as his wolf took a mental step forward. 

Not to overtake him, but to combine with him, to put the two halves of his souls back together in a way that only the strongest could. 

“You would honor us should you accept our offer to be Pack.” That was him and the wolf talking together, the formal way his wolf spoke taking over Steve’s more lax language. 

“God you’re unreal.” Eddie choked out, a wobbly smile taking over his face. “Ask me again. Formally and shit.” 

Steve grinned. 

Formal he could do. 

'Thank you asshole parents, for assuming I'd be an Alpha and making me take the etiquette classes.' 

Left hand went on Eddie's shoulder, right hand brushed his hair back before going a supportive hold at his waist. 

Eddie sucked in a breath, scent mixing both with awe and fear. 

Steve's wolf didn't like the former, set about immediately to soothe.

'Mine.' It whispered in their head. Unusual, if only because it usually laid claim with a solid "Ours" but Steve wasn't going to question it. 

Vecna had done a number on him, as a Pack leader. He'd earned his wolf being a bit odd for the day. 

He opened the door in his h

"Edward Munson," Steve said, knowing his eyes were pulsating gently with wolf gold as he leaned forward to touch foreheads with Eddie. 

"We ask you to aid this Pack as one of its members. Defend those bound to you, as they in turn will defend you, so long as you run with us?”

Eddie breathed in shallowly, once.

Twice. 

"Yes." He whispered, as if speaking louder would make Steve take the offer back. 

Steve pulled on the Pack's Magic, felt it build within him, an invisible pressure that flickered to life as yellow electricity dancing out of his eyes, down his teeth. 

He moved to the point where Eddie's neck met his shoulder, fangs extending, long in his mouth. 

“Through bite and blood, I claim you as Pack.”

Steve gently kissed the spot once, before sinking his fangs deep. Channeling the magic he’d built deep into Eddie’s skin, directing it instinctively down and around Eddie’s chest. Arks of energy engulfed them both, a vibrant red magic rising to meet Steve’s yellow.

Eddie arched into the contact, but his neck remained in Steve;s mouth, body language submissive. 

Magic pulsed like a live wire, growing visible around them in Steve's signature yellow, cackling across his skin to Eddie's and back. The two colors danced together for a moment, weaving and combining, until a bond was forged to the Pack. 

The bond finished and Eddie went limp, knees giving out underneath him.

Having been prepared for just that, Steve held him close, before lowing them both to the ground. 

Slowly he removed his fangs, the pack magic sealing the wound it left behind, with one long, careful lick. 

“I’ve got you." He murmured as Eddie shook violently for a moment, gasping like a drowning man seeking air as the bond settled. “I’ve got you.” 

For now, and for as long as Eddie would have him and his Pack.

[matchingbatbites]

sit and stay (like the good dogs do)

Explicit | 3.2k | Read on Ao3

This is my very belated birthday gift for @steves-strapcollection that I'm finally getting around to posting! Gerry, you're such a delight and I'm eternally grateful for your patience! <3

CW: Dom bottom transmasc Steve, sub top werewolf Eddie, muzzle kink, 'puppy' as a term of affection; full warnings over on Ao3

The mug of coffee is warm in Steve's hands, helping to ward off the crisp chill of the morning as he sits on the patio steps and waits for Eddie to get back from his run. The sun hasn't even risen yet, the sky around is still mostly dark aside from the gentle light of the slowly-setting full moon. 

Eddie should be back any minute now; he always comes back before dawn, always manages to find his way home before the first rays of sunlight pierce through the trees and wake the world. Steve doesn’t mind these early mornings, has found comfort in seeing Eddie off the night before as the moon rises, and enjoys waking in time to welcome him home, to help him wind down in the aftermath.

Branches snapping nearby alert Steve to Eddie's presence just as he comes stumbling through the tree line, and the human can tell even from this distance that he's still buzzing with residual energy. It happens sometimes, where the need to run and hunt doesn't get fully expelled during Eddie's full moon outings. Steve has come to love those days, where he can take those excess instincts and spin them into something they can both enjoy.

His boyfriend is still pretty wolfed out, caught somewhere between canine and human as the moon continues to linger above them, and Steve sets his cup on the ground to stand as Eddie approaches. He lifts his hands and smiles when Eddie pushes his face into them, the elongated snout definitely on the more dog side of the transformation as it snuffles into Steve's palms affectionately.

The cold nose can’t quite reach skin thanks to the muzzle strapped around his face, keeping sharp teeth away from anywhere they shouldn’t be, but if the lycan is upset by the lack of contact, he doesn’t show it.

"Hi, puppy love. Have a good run?"

Eddie gives a bright bark, and Steve can hear the swishing of his tail behind him as he presses closer to Steve’s hands. The human chuckles softly and slips his fingers through the metal grate of the muzzle, giving it a gentle wiggle to test the hold it has on his boyfriend’s face.

The gear had been Steve's idea. When they'd started talking about bringing Eddie's more monstrous side into the bedroom, the older boy had been more worried about hurting Steve than anything else - something to be expected from Steve’s absolute sweetheart of a lover. He knows from experience that a single bite is all it would take to change Steve's life, to take him from human into something other, and while Steve's isn't one hundred percent against the idea, he knows that turning him in the heat of the moment - without explicit consent - is Eddie’s deepest fear. 

So Steve had suggested a muzzle. Something to keep his teeth away from Steve's skin, to eliminate the possibility of something happening. He’d been surprised when Eddie hadn't just agreed, he'd seemed almost excited by the idea. 

They'd had it custom made, taken the measurements and sent them in to the artisan, and when all was said and done they had a solid, beautifully crafted muzzle. The strap is a buttery, brown leather that wraps around Eddie’s head to buckle in the back, and his snout sits perfectly in the cage of it, leaving him just enough room to breathe and bark freely. 

It's become part of their monthly ritual. Steve puts the muzzle on Eddie before he leaves for the night, and if he wants to play when he gets back, he has to leave it on all night, has to show Steve that he can be good and listen. And god, isn’t that a fucking thought? 

The fact that Eddie could kill him, could tear him apart with claws and teeth and leave him strewn about in pieces, but doesn’t? The fact that he instead bows his head to Steve and allows himself to be muzzled like some common mutt? That he would probably roll over and beg if Steve asked him to, Jesus, it’s a fucking headrush every single time.

(It isn’t all about their game though, if Steve is being honest. He knows that Eddie is good at controlling his urges, but some full moons are rougher than others, and the reassurance that Eddie isn't out there somewhere hurting someone makes it easier to sleep while his boyfriend is gone.)

“I’m happy to see you kept your muzzle on, Eddie. That’s my good boy, making sure you didn’t hurt anyone and coming back safe to me.”

Eddie huffs and pushes past the hands to burrow his face into Steve's neck, breathing in the scent of him before letting out a low, pleased rumble. Steve winces slightly as the metal cage digs into his skin, but smiles and slides his hands up to scratch at the base of Eddie’s ears, loving the thick shag of fur he grows when he’s like this. They stand there for just a moment before Eddie is grabbing Steve’s waist and rocking forward, and- 

Oh, hello. 

Something hot and heavy ruts against his lower stomach, and Steve doesn’t have to look down to know that Eddie’s hard.

“Oh, baby. Are you still excited from your night out?”

The lycan whines softly and Steve feels a bit of wetness on his neck where Eddie licks the muzzle cage, trying to taste Steve’s skin and barely succeeding. He can just make out the rough “Steve, mate,” that Eddie manages to get out - an accomplishment, since this form isn’t really made for talking - and offers a gentle coo in response.

“I know, puppy. You wanna fuck me, yeah? Wanna get out the last of your energy so you can sleep?” Another low whine and Steve presses a kiss to his boyfriend’s furred head. “Alright, let's get upstairs, to the den.”

A gentle tug helps Steve lead Eddie inside and upstairs to their bed, their den, so they can work off the rest of Eddie's energy. The older boy doesn’t always want this; sometimes he returns home already closer to human, lets Steve free him from the muzzle before they tumble into bed and go to sleep almost instantly. Those times are still nice, and Steve will lay awake as Eddie changes back with the sunrise, will feel the slow shift of muscle and bone under skin until he falls back asleep. 

It feels almost selfish to say that he prefers these mornings. 

Steve peels off his clothes once they reach the room - he’s learned his lesson about Eddie and the claws he has in this form - and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. His boyfriend is watching so patiently from where he stands by the door, waiting for Steve to call him over like the good boy he is, even more eager to please when he’s like this.

“Come here, puppy love,” Steve says and holds out his hands, grinning when he sees Eddie's tail wag briefly as he scrambles over to join him. He places one hand on Eddie's furry hip, tugging him even closer as his other hand moves to palm Eddie's cock without preamble. It's so fucking big like this, in both length and girth, and Steve loves it every single time. He loves the extra stretch it gives him, how fucking heavy it feels in his hands, in his mouth.

He looks up at Eddie through his lashes as he strokes his cock, his grip tight but slow as he moves from the base to the head over and over, practically milking the precum from him. It dribbles over his hand, slicking the way as he speeds up a bit, as he digs his thumb under the crown and earns a low groan from his boyfriend. Eddie is already panting in the muzzle, his clawed fingers twitch at his sides with the urge to touch, to grab, but they make no move to actually do so.

God, Steve is never going to get over how well behaved his puppy is, how well trained. He leans forward to lick over the head of his dick, getting a taste of the salt and musk before taking it into his mouth, slowly sinking onto it as his hand tightens around the rest. 

Eddie’s low grunts and groans are encouraging as Steve takes in as much as he can - nowhere near what he can usually fit in his mouth - and the heft of it has him moaning low. It’s always harder to blow Eddie like this, his mouth stretches wide around hot skin and he can’t really suck on it, only bob his head in the imitation of a face fucking.

It’s still so, so good, and when he moans Eddie’s hips jerk, sending his dick practically into Steve’s throat. The human takes it, his eyes roll back a bit as he pushes in, choking himself on it for a moment just to hear Eddie whine and whimper from how it feels.

The lycan gives a soft yelp, a wordless warning that has Steve pulling away with a gasp and a final, sloppy kiss to the wet head. “Shit, baby. Fucking love your fat cock. Want you to fuck me with it, stuff me full, yeah?”

Eddie whines again, soft and needy, and Steve grins. He turns over onto his hands and knees, and reaches back to grab the base of the plug he'd put in earlier. 

As much as he wants Eddie's literal monster cock in his pussy, the couple of times they've tried had just been more painful than pleasurable. They've dipped into some ass play before - with Eddie more than Steve, but still, same process - and when they’d tried it that first time with Eddie splitting Steve’s ass open on his cock, that had been their golden fucking ticket. 

It’s all part of his full moon morning routine now. Steve wakes up earlier than usual so he has enough time to stretch himself open on his fingers before putting in their biggest plug, letting himself adjust slowly so he can be ready for this moment.

Large hands grab his hips and tug, and Steve huffs a laugh, dropping the toy before reaching over to the nightstand for the lube. “Hold on, baby, need to add more lube first. Gotta make sure I'm ready for you, yeah?”

Eddie just growls and ruts against Steve's ass, sliding his burning, searing hot dick along the crack and pushing Steve forward with the momentum of it. Now, normally Steve loves the enthusiasm, loves how eager Eddie gets for him, but he literally just told Eddie to wait, and the older boy knows how Steve hates to be disobeyed. 

Steve holds the lube in one hand and twists his upper half so he can reach back to grab the cage of Eddie's muzzle and pull, bringing Eddie's face closer to his own. 

“What did I just say?” he asks, words clipped and firm, and the lycan whines at the tone. “Only good boys get to fuck their mates, Eddie, and you're not being the best boy right now.”

The words seem to hit home with Eddie’s canine instincts, and his ears drop in supplication as he gives a low whimper. The sound tugs on Steve’s heartstrings, and he knows that Eddie isn't trying to be bad. He can’t help the way his instincts get the better of him sometimes, how easily they can slip out of his control, so Steve decides to let it slide.

“It's okay, puppy. You're just that eager for me, yeah?” Eddie's tongue shoots out of his mouth and licks over Steve's fingers where they're hooked in the metal cage, a silent apology. ”I know. You can make it up to me later, baby.” Steve releases the muzzle and moves the hand up to scratch over Eddie's cheek briefly, a silent reassurance before he turns back to the task at hand.

He uncaps the lube and moves the whole bottle to his ass, lines up the hole with his own and squeezes a healthy amount of the artificial slick directly inside of himself - the messier the better, they've found. It's ice cold compared to the heat of his insides, and he shoves three fingers in after it, trying to simultaneously spread it around and warm it up. Eddie's hands twitch where they still hold onto Steve's hips, but he otherwise does nothing, and the human grins. 

“Wish you could eat me out, baby,” he teases, pushing his fingers as deep as they’ll go. “Love the way your fucking tongue feels when you're like this, so long and rough. Wanna feel it in my cunt, licking me so deep.”

The lycan whines and his claws dig into Steve’s skin, not quite breaking the surface but so close to it. The hint of pain makes Steve shudder and jerk, and yeah, that’s enough prep. His fingers are covered in lube when he pulls them out and he barely gets out an “Okay, Eds, come on,” before Eddie is tugging him closer to the edge of the bed. 

Steve drops his chest and shoulders to the bed, presenting himself as Eddie lines up, and then - oh god, oh fuck. The first thrust is delicious, the initial stretch always so fucking good as Eddie bullies his way inside, forcing Steve’s body to adjust to the size of him. It always leaves Steve a bit lightheaded, a little cockdrunk right from the get go.

”Oh shit, baby, so fucking big. Feels so good.” 

Eddie growls, something low and possessive, and barely gives his mate a moment to adjust before he’s pulling out and fucking back into him. The lube makes the glide slick and easy, and the amount of precum leaking from Eddie only adds to it. Steve can feel the excess fluid seeping out of him with every thrust, especially once Eddie really gets going.

It’s so easy to forget what this feels like when you only experience it once a month, so easy to forget how Eddie’s fat cock fills his ass so perfectly, how he rubs against every single pleasure point inside and makes him see stars. Steve is so greedy, though. Always wants more, wants to be completely full, stuffed to the fucking brim until he can’t even move.

Normally he would reach for Eddie’s hand, would shove those nimble guitarist fingers in whatever hole was free, trying to get that full feeling. That’s not a possibility right now, and instead Steve reaches his own hand down between his legs to where he's absolutely dripping, knows that he's probably ruining the bedsheets with how he's leaking onto them. 

He shoves two fingers inside his pussy and he's so fucking turned on that they barely even register, the stretch almost nonexistent compared to the one in his ass. A gasp catches in his throat as he pushes another in alongside the others, needing more more more. It’s so fucking good as he fucks into himself, trying to match the motion with Eddie’s snapping thrusts, and it’s enough to send him careening towards his finish.

“Fuck, Eddie, baby, 'm gonna come!”

It's a quick build up to Steve's first orgasm, Eddie’s cock and his own fingers shoving him higher and higher until he just tips over and crashes into it with a gasping, shaky moan. Eddie fucks him through it and Steve grinds his palm against his dick, barely recovered from the high yet already chasing another. 

Steve can feel himself babbling as he bullies a fourth finger into his pussy, the way easy now with how wet he is. He feels Eddie drop forward, his massive form draping over his back as he fucks into him hard and fast. Clawed hands move from Steve’s hips to his waist, and Steve moans as he’s effectively held in place and used by the hulking figure above him.

Eddie growls, his teeth snap in the muzzle as he pushes the cage of it into Steve's shoulder. The metal digging into him is a cool contrast to the heat radiating from the lycan, and it makes his head spin, the pinch of it only adding to his pleasure. There’s another growl that’s closer to a snarl as Eddie’s thrusts switch to something short and deep, practically rutting into him. Steve can feel the growing knot rubbing against the rim of his ass and he shudders, knowing how close Eddie is to coming and he fucking needs it.

“That’s it, baby, give it to me, make me yours. Want you to stuff me full of your cum until I can fucking taste it, until everyone knows who I belong to.”

Claws finally break the skin of Steve’s waist as Eddie’s motions get rough, and there’s a low, rumbling “Mine,” as he shoves his knot past the ring of muscle. It sends the human flying into another orgasm, has tears streaming down his face as he shakes apart on Eddie’s knot stretching him so, so good. 

Steve hears himself muttering a soft stream of “Please please please please,” as Eddie digs his hips in, grinding his knot deeper and deeper, and Steve can tell when he comes, can feel the hot rush of fluid filling him, stretching him even further. It feels like it goes on forever, Eddie’s hips jerking and rutting into him as he keeps coming, and Steve is twitching from overstimulation when Eddie finally goes still with a soft whine. 

His hand is soaked all the way to his wrist when he pulls it from his cunt, and he groans as he collapses onto the bed, Eddie following him down to keep the knot from pulling at his rim. A bit of wetness hits his skin as Eddie tries to lick Steve through the muzzle, and he brings his clean hand up to pat the metal cage. 

"I'm okay, baby. Just- Don’t move yet, okay?”

Eddie rumbles low in response and relaxes a bit, settling some of his weight onto Steve and pressing them into the bedding as they both come down, and Steve has just enough awareness to reach back and undo the buckle on the muzzle. The lycan shakes his head, flinging it off to land somewhere in the room, and then he’s licking Steve properly, soaking his neck and shoulder for a reason Steve can’t comprehend, but he just lets it happen.

He can feel when the knot goes down, and shudders at the cum that floods from him, soaking both Steve and the bed beneath them. It’s not something to worry about right now, though, not when Eddie is purring happily into his ear, seemingly content. 

Steve must doze off at some point, because he’s woken up by the sound of bones cracking and Eddie groaning, the sun just peeking through the window triggering his shift back. He’s only seen it once, only needed to see it once, and now he just waits for it to be over, waits as Eddie shrinks down again, as the fur sloughs away and disintegrates into nothing, leaving him smooth and human once more.

A messy kiss finds Steve’s jaw, and he hums as he leans into it. “Morning, baby,” he mutters, chuckling when he gets a soft grunt in response. “Sleep now?”

“Mhm, sleep now.”

Arms wrap around Steve, pulling him back into Eddie’s chest, neither worried about the mess spreading between them. Steve sighs as Eddie's breathing evens out almost immediately, and yeah, sleep now. Everything else can wait.

[lilocapoca]

Some headcanons for werewolf!Eddie Munson <3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: bad writing!!! +18!!! Minors do not interact!!!

Note: I realized there isn't much content about werewolf!Eddie, but I love this concept sooooo much, so here are some headcanons i came up with. (And i also been thinking about doing a werewolf!Eddie x vampire!reader, so if you liked the headcanons, keep an eye to this new story i'm creating!)

-> werewolf Eddie is crazy about you since the first time he laid eyes on you

-> when you met, his first thought was that you were going to be the mother of his puppies

-> he's a asshole with everyone, but sooooo fucking sweet with you

-> he is so needy for you

-> he makes you wear his clothes cause' that way they always smell like you, because of course he LOVES your smell (even though he can feel your scent from miles away)

-> Eddie is super protective over you. even growling to other people when he felt possessive

-> always do everything to spoil you. And of course, you spoil him too. He was your good boy after all

-> his wolf form is HUGE. All black hair and red eyes

-> he was afraid to show you his wolf form, Eddie didn't wanted you to be afraid, he knows he can be intimidating. But the first full moon you spent with him, you fell in love. He was just a huge puppy, your big puppy

-> you kept in your closet a big space for some of his clothes cause he needs when the transformation is over. Because of course, when Eddie come back to his human form he's completely naked (he likes to be naked, but also likes to have the windows open, and you didn't wanted your neighbors spying)

-> Eddie gets crazy when you get your period, he keeps counting the days until it happens. Just wants to live with the face in your pussy 24/7.

->and when you are ovulating he just jumps in you and want to fuck all the time... like ALL THE TIME

-> hates condoms. You don't know how you haven't gotten pregnant yet

-> full moon nigths are spend at your house watching movies and cuddling while you pet his fur

-> gets jealous when you read some vampire romance. Cause like, fuck vampires, right?????

-> strong af.

-> sometimes forgets how strong he is, so it is common to see him buying tools or even furniture cause he be breaking everything without meaning to

-> you just want to cry every nigth cause your scary werewolf boyfriend is just so cute talking to your belly, hoping there are puppies there.

-> loves you unconditionally

-> you love him unconditionally too.

[forestmossling]

when i said i was a dirty freak about supernatural aus, i 100% meant it. and this one is just so good and nice.

like, there’s no actual conflict or any sort of some huge obstacle everybody has to overcome to be happy and i love it so much and it’s beautiful. like, obviously angst is amazing and i can’t live without it, but i feel like there’re hardly any non-drabble or one-shot stories where the characters just get to meet each other and become happy together, just like that. obviously steve and eddie both have some of their own issues, but in the end, they’re so confident in each other and in the choices they’ve made and it’s absolutely wonderful.

also, the party being steve’s pack absolutely warms my soul, it’s amazing. and i really love seeing authors exploring any unusual dynamics (non-human or otherwise), so this was a very interesting, fun, warm and cuddly and nice and beautiful experience. steddie werewolf boyfriends for the win✊

@keycarabiner, just, thank you so much for this work.

[1-8oo-wtfbro]

head not empty head full, full of woof woof werewolf eddie and oblivious human steve. eddie’s instincts going haywire around steve, and feeling ultra possessive and protective of him that Robin (also a werewolf???) gets second hand embarrassment from it.

like, maybe steve knows ab werewolves bc of Robin, so therefore he tries to be helpful to eddie too! but he doesn’t get why eddie always seems uncomfortable or unhappy with the same things that robin loves :( (eddie is restraining himself from jumping this thoughtful boys BONES)

[lokis-army-77]

Hehe, so @reidsbtch and I are fixing to post our little Older!werewolf!Eddie fic and I'm so ready for you guy's to enjoy it.

So keep a look out for that on either of our accounts.

[fandsart]

Listen, I get why the alignment chart is always vampire Eddie, werewolf Steve. And I have seen vampire Steve considered. He was bitten, after all. I understand why werewolf Eddie isn't really a thing, but I need you to think about how much of a fucking Moon Moon he would be

[sanguineterrain]

werewolf eddie that's all (imagine his big ol ears) (imagine they prick up when he sees u) (imagine his stupid puppy-dog eyes) (are you imagining)

i am imagining!!! i am imagining werewolf eddie being even more conspicuous about his affection for you. like, with the ears and the general hyper puppy demeanor, it's so obvious who eddie's got a soft spot for.... and obviously that means I have to write something...

werewolf!eddie x fem!reader. they be crushing on each other <3

****

Hellfire is sacred. You know that. You've heard Dustin tell Steve that only a thousand times before, after he kept barging in and "ruining the game."

Dustin's a little dramatic, in your opinion.

But still. You don't want to interrupt their game and you don't want to draw any attention to yourself. You've been trying to play it cool around Eddie Munson for weeks now, after learning his secret. Bursting in with all the grace of a baby deer would undoubtedly undo all your hard work.

So you wait outside. There's nowhere to sit, but that's fine. You can lean on the wall. Nancy had called and asked if you could take Mike and Lucas home instead. You'd happily agreed, because Nancy's a friend.

And okay. You also may or may not want to check that you and Eddie are cool. Humongous crush aside, Eddie being a werewolf isn't nothing. You hope he hasn't been avoiding you.

There's some shouting from inside. You shift your weight and scuff the floor with your shoe. It squeaks against the tile. The yelling stops.

A beat. Then the door swings open. You startle, taking a step back. Eddie's guarded at first, eyes narrowed. When he sees it's you, he breaks into a grin. His big wolf ears are out. He doesn't try to hide when you notice, to your relief.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greets. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Eddie. Um, hi. I was just waiting until your game is done. I'm picking up Lucas and Mike."

"You don't have to wait out there," Eddie tuts, ears twitching. They look soft. You wonder how soft.

"It's okay, I really don't—"

"C'mon, pretty. I don't bite," he says, and tugs you in with the force of someone who doesn't know their own strength.

Wolf things, Dustin had explained. Which told you basically nothing, but whatever.

You stumble in, letting yourself be guided to Eddie's side. He picks up a chair with ease and sets it right next to his throne.

"For you, m'lady," he invites, patting the seat.

Gareth clears his throat. "Eddie, I thought we weren't inviting any—"

"She's my guest," Eddie says, and whatever is in his eyes makes Gareth back down. "I want her here. Everybody capisce?"

The kids know you and wouldn't protest anyway. The rest of the party nods. Eddie smiles at you and offers a hand. His rings glint.

"We're almost done, swear. We're in the enchanted forest." He wiggles his brows. "Fun stuff."

You take his hand and sit. Eddie doesn't let go, so you don't either.

"You got any questions, feel free to ask me, 'kay?" he says.

You nod. "Okay, Eddie."

His ears perk up. He squeezes your fingers, only letting go when whatever he's doing absolutely requires two hands. Other than that, Eddie's glued to you. The spotlight quickly returns to the game and it's honestly like you're not there. But Eddie never forgets your presence. He seeks you out each time, ears turning in your direction to check on you before he confirms with his eyes.

The excitement swells once more. Eddie puts on a show as the dungeon master. You watch quietly, unable to shake your smile.

"As you trek through this forest, you see a castle in the distance. There is a beautiful princess who stands at the gate."

Eddie pauses and takes your hand again, ushering you up. You squeak, shy under all the attention. Eddie grins at you, big, dark eyes bright.

"How will you treat this lovely maiden? With respect, I hope." Eddie slips an arm around your shoulders.

"I try to go around her," Gareth says.

Your ears grow hot. Eddie's smile turns sharp and he rolls the dice.

"Fail. The princess will not be ignored. Tsk tsk. Anyone else?"

"I bow to her and kindly ask her to open the gate," Mike offers, a little nervous.

Eddie hums thoughtfully and rolls the dice.

"Good. She lets you pass. And that's where we must pause our journey, my dear explorers. Our princess has been patient and should not be kept waiting any longer."

The kids groan in protest. Eddie shoots them a look and they settle.

"Please get your stuff, guys," you tell them, and they go obediently to pack their bags.

"So did you like it?" Eddie asks, suddenly in your space.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I did. You tell the story so well!"

Eddie glows at your praise. He leans in like he wants to touch you, but holds himself back. You frown and slip your hand into his. Eddie eagerly takes your other hand too, thumbs brushing over your knuckles.

"Glad you enjoyed," he says. "You're welcome any time, okay? Seriously. No waiting in the hall."

"How'd you know I was out there?"

Eddie points to his ears.

"These bad boys can pick up sounds from miles away. Sometimes I have to cover them just to concentrate, y'know? And I saw a shadow outside the door. Kinda hard not to notice everything. Gotta stay alert."

"People don't bully Hellfire, do they?" you frown.

"Nah. If they do, they go through me."

"But you shouldn't get hurt," you say, frown deepening.

Eddie smiles. "I'm tough, princess. I can take a little tussle."

Maybe it's silly to be concerned, considering Eddie's part wolf. You'd discovered it purely by accident, but Eddie trusts you with his secret. You can trust him now too.

"Okay," you allow. "If you say so."

"Y/N," Mike calls impatiently. Right. The reason you're here.

"I have to go," you say.

Eddie's ears droop, which is so not fair. You wonder if he even realizes he's doing it.

"Understood. Feel free to drop by."

You smile softly, squeezing his hands before slipping away.

"See you 'round, Eddie."

"Till next time, princess."

[kazhan-draws]

WIP Wednesday

Eddie "scaredy-werewolf" Munson and Billy "I do NOT have a crush on the fleabag" Hargrove at the beach.

“It’s not going to hurt you,” Billy teases him and snorts at the glare Munson sends him.  “Aren’t there sharks around here?” he mumbles grumpily. Billy fights off a smile and shrugs casually. “Sure, but I’m not the one with super strength and rapid healing and you don’t see me worried, do you?” “Okay, first of all,” Munson says as he finally reaches Billy and stands in front of him. “You not being worried isn’t reassuring at all when you run after Supernaturals who could tear you apart in the blink of an eye for a living. Second, I may heal fast, but I don’t regrow limbs, okay?” Billy rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, no shark’s gonna want to take a bite out of your skinny ass. Besides, sharks aren’t the ones you should be worried about.”  Munson looks at him warily. “There’s worse than sharks in these waters?”  Billy hums. “So much worse. The stingray’s a nasty motherfucker you definitely don’t want to step on.”  The moon and stars provide enough light for him to see Munson’s face grow paler as he looks down with wide eyes and basically stops breathing.  “Is it deadly?” “Nah. Well, there’s always a risk of infection, but not for you. Hurts like a bitch though.”  “Why are we here again?” Billy grins. “Because it’s fun,” he says and reaches out to grab Munson’s wrist and pulls him closer.

[panicatthediaz]

The thing in front of them was unlike anything else he'd ever seen. And Steve had seen some shit since... Always, actually.

But for all this monster looked like an overgrown, overfed demogorgon, it also certainly wasn't just that.

Vines covered its body, looking almost like they were trying to make up for something; its torso was entirely covered, as well as its left shoulder and right leg. Its face looked like some type of wooden helmet that opened like a normal jaw should, hiding some very sharp teeth.

Every other part of its body looked like it was covered in the black goo that made these monsters' blood, with something stuck to its skin that Steve could not identify.

And it wasn't alone. There were a few demogorgons around, as well as copies of this thing made entirely of vines.

The big not-demogorgon was barely fighting, only tossing away the soldiers that dared approach it and the gate it was guarding. It moved with a sort of detachment that didn't match with what Owens had told them.

Steve was brought back to the present by a demogorgon rushing at him. He swung his bat, hitting its face and getting his arm clawed for his troubles. The howl of pain the demogorgon let out nearly deafened him.

Some of the other monsters let out noises of pain as well, but his attention was drawn by the low growl the big monster let out. It wasn't pain, Steve knew that much.

The creature stood on two legs, standing just a little taller than most demogorgons. The howl it let out was inhuman, but it also... wasn't.

Steve could hear the voice under the monster all the same.

Monster.

He wasn't a monster. Never had been. Under whatever Vecna had turned him into, Steve could hear Eddie. He was still there somewhere.

Holding himself back.

Owens said not one of the soldiers had died because of their injuries. They were maimed, sure, but they hadn't died.

Eddie was still there, under vines, and monster blood, and the Mindflayer.

It made sense, he thought as he batted one of the vine copies away, more weakly than he'd like to. Eddie was the most experienced of the four of them, even if he weren't the strongest. His senses alone would have made him more of an interesting target.

They should have known Vecna wouldn't kill a werewolf.

---

This is just something I couldn't get out of my head. This is gonna be set during the post season 4 era of a werewolf series rewrite, called The Horror and The Wild.

It's still in the planning stages, unfortunately. Trust me, no one wants to see this written more than myself. But I'm just painfully busy.

This was read through by @stobin-cryptid and @xocowilde because they are awesome like that, and I am the type of person unable to post anything unbetad.

[sp0o0kylights]

Like the Wolf Steve/Eddie Werewolf AU

I  have so much of this stupid thing written and it’s stuck on ch. 2 so imma just throw all the pieces up here now. 

This is a werewolf AU, not an A/B/O fic. My version of Alphas and Omegas runs like a mixmash of Patricia Brigg’s, Ilonia Andrew’s, and Carrie Vaughn’s. There is no second gender, werewolves establish a hierarchy within a pack by who is most dominant/submissive, with two Alpha’s to a pack and Omegas being an extremely rare gift.  Direct eye contact is considered a challenge and society has evolved to accept multiple types of Packs, including ones that include others beyond werewolves. All is explained in fic.

Warnings: Period typical homophobia, Eddie having trauma responses/being bullied/being hunted, mentions of Chrissy’s bones going snappy snappy,  and a general mention of the delightfully dumb social/moral/ethical issues that paranormal creatures raise.

Eddie Munson was not anyone's idea of a proper pack Alpha. 

Nor was he the kind of guy people wanted in a Pack, (capitol P intended, because “Titles are important, Edward.” and fuck did he hate when adults called him that. He went by Eddie for a reason.) or anywhere near them, period. 

Experience taught him that even in a traditional Shifter town like Hawkins, filled to the brim with werewolves and not much else, people would pick literally anyone over him when it came time to pair up.

Witches, the Fae, hell, even humans were better than him in the eyes of his peers. They wouldn’t pick him to be their PE tennis partner if he was the last guy left, let alone allow such deep and familiar actions like “treating him nicely” or “waving hello.” 

Letting him in their Pack? Any Pack, from a “true” one with the whole bond thing and fancy magic, down to the stupid social ones that did nothing more than let you know who your friends or coworkers were? 

Perish the thought!

“My mom says you’re a total freak.” One of the old-blooded, rich brats had said in third grade, and the nickname had stuck like glue ever since. 

It followed him throughout the years like it was branded on his forehead, accompanied by a steadily growing list of insults.

Weird. Faggot. Failure. Lone Wolf. 

Other.

Different.

He'd tried long ago to stop letting it hurt him. The way they made him aware that he fell so outside the realm of what others considered normal that they actively shunned him. 

It took until his sophomore year to get good at pretending it wasn’t painful, and at least by his third attempt at graduating, he had it down to where others believed it. 

Had even carved out a place for himself, starting with the Hellfire club. 

Gone about, rounding up all the other undesirables, the outcasted freaks who just didn’t fit into the stupid little social circles or dumb hierarchies of small towns the world over. 

Took in Grant the human, and Jeff the half vampire and Gareth, who was sick all the time even though he was a werewolf. 

Then the small group of incoming Freshman who’d been too loud, too proud, and far too nerdy to walk the halls without some kind of protection. 

It wasn’t much, but for someone like Eddie?

It had been everything. 

Too bad he was in Hawkins, Indiana, where people like him didn’t get to enjoy things.

Not without bad things happening.

Really bad things. 

Chrissy Cunningham pulling an exorcist level of demonic possession, dying on his ceiling, and crashing down like a broken porcelain doll to the floor of his trailer level of bad things. 

Suddenly Eddie wasn’t just the guy who couldn’t follow the same societal norms as every other bland teenage werewolf. 

He was dangerous. 

Satanic. 

His freak status elevated from “guy with long hair and weird clothes who wouldn’t stop acting like he was an Alpha” to “wolf willing to exchange his very soul in order to bring about the end of the world”-or something. 

Eddie hadn’t really listened much to Jason Carver’s rabid ranting, but he got the gist well enough. 

It didn’t even matter that for all the magic in the world, demons and satan were more of a human concept than anything that had proven, hard hitting magic sitting behind it. Satanic panic was just in, and Chrissy-

He couldn't think about Chrissy. 

Not that the  truth mattered anyway. 

No, the only thing that did was that one of their golden children had died in their town. A town they built, full of old werewolf families and a handful of powerful allies, that catered to them. 

They needed reparation for the insult that had been brought upon their power. 

Eddie was just the convenient lamb they had chosen to slaughter. 

So here he was, outcasted by the whole town. Watching as the people who hated him collectively lost their minds, regressing back to the days of one singular Pack hierarchy controlling everything. Two Alpha’s to rule them all, with Jason fucking Carver was taking on the role as one of them. 

Screw all the centuries of the world that had built past that. The way society was no longer “letting the inner beast win” but was instead getting along, moving forward. 

Eddie hadn’t needed whatever had actually happened with Chrissy to know how much of a lie it was, but then he hadn’t planed on pulling back the facade either. 

To bad for you, you idiot. 

Not that there was anything he could do. Not with his van, stupid idiotic, easy to spot van out of commission, blown up transmission leaving him stranded not even two miles from his house. He’d exhausted himself just to get to the boathouse, knowing damn well that it wouldn’t make one ounce of difference if he’d bolted or called the cops. 

They were gonna lay Chrissy’s death on his head, and now his chance to escape their wrath had all but dropped to zero. 

Best he could do was hide. Wait it out. 

Hope whatever the fuck had gotten Chrissy wasn’t going to come after him too. 

The reminder didn’t help, that he had no idea what the hell had even happened. His  mind ran in circles with his terror, trying to make sense of it, but all he could think about was how he could leave this damn boathouse. 

How he could get out.

Out of Hawkins, out of Indiana, just fucking out. 

It was that terror, the surge of adrenaline and the pure knowledge that if anyone caught him, his chances of survival dropped to damn near zero that he blamed for not recognizing Henderson’s voice. 

Hadn’t even picked up on the younger wolf’s scent, he’d been so freaked out. 

Wired with the intensity of a cornered animal, Eddie’s wolf staring out of his eyes and firmly in control the second he realized he wasn’t alone and whoever was here was calling his name, and all rational thoughts went right out the door. 

Add in Steve fucking Harrington, former King of Hawkins High and total asshole violently poking around, and well. 

There wasn’t a thought to be had at all. 

Not in Eddie’s head, anyway. 

He’d attacked when hiding no longer remained an option, proud of himself for pinning the larger wolf to the wall, snarling like the devil they thought he was. 

And Harrington-Harrington let him. 

Put his hands up as he crashed back against the wall. Kept his eyes off of Eddie’s, kept his throat exposed until Dustin could talk Eddie down. 

Explain some things.

Explain all the fucking things, which didn’t help his situation, at all, but did at least help his overall mental state. 

“We’ll work this out.” Henderson had said, voice confident, and Eddie, exhausted, starving, haunted by Chrissy’s bones snapping every time he closed his eyes-believed him.

Even if it was the stupidest thing to do. 

Because for all his bravado, all his jumping on tables and loud speeches, the Throne he DM’d from and the Hellfire Club he ran-Eddie Munson had a secret. 

He desperately, desperately, needed someone on his side.  

Anybody. 

Especially now, when he could feel himself seconds away from falling apart, life ripped out from under him a second time. 

Pity this time round he didn’t have yet another Uncle to run to. 

(It took Eddie a long time, in that same boathouse, to realize that Harrington had never retaliated against him for Eddie’s attack. For pinning him to the wall in front of his Packmate’s and making him look weak with a broken glass bottle, of all things.  

 Had in fact, backed down. 

Which was a hell of a thing, when Eddie had discovered that the damn freshman hadn’t been fibbing for fun.

They really did have a little established Pack, bonds and all, and Steve Harrington really was the Alpha in control of it. 

A born werewolf from one of Hawkins oldest families, with all their rules, fancy parties and refusal to be anything other than the best and he’d let Eddie, trailer park trash and son of two bitten, made, werewolves, pin him down like a puppy. 

If Eddie hadn’t been wrestling with the existence of a hell dimension, hand made superpowers, and the reality of a world where humans were experimenting on species of various kinds, the long held treaty laws be damned while they raced the Russians to do fuck knew what, he might have caught on that Steve was just as different as he was, a whole lot sooner. 

As it was, he just remained exhausted, hungry, and very, very grateful for the stupid freshmen.) 

                                                         xXx

Shit hadn’t really gone sideways in the boathouse until the third time Henderson's little crew had dropped off food. 

Dustin took in the look on Eddie’s face when Steve had unloaded the honeycomb cereal box, like the man had just seen water in a desert, and outright cackled. 

Eddie reached out automatically, hooking his arm around the freshman’s neck and pulling him taught to his side. Dustin shrieked as he was put into a nuggie, Eddie spinning them as the younger wolf pushed ineffectively at his arms. 

“Say uncle!” Eddie taunted with a grin.  

“Ow, ow, Eddie!” Dustin whined, before finally going limp and shouting; “Fine! Uncle!” 

Eddie dropped him with one last hair ruffle, grinning widely at him. 

Dustin grinned back, even as he pretended to fuss at his hair and clothes. “God, it’s not my fault you just realize Steve adopted you.” He said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Why you gotta take it out on me?” 

Eddie went to automatically deny that he was taking anything out on Dustin. He was just the youngest wolf in the Hellfire Club which meant by all the rules in the universe, he was the automatic target for all teasing. 

The the kids words sunk in. 

Sunk in the same way fucking teeth went into a steak, all sharp and deep and pointed. 

Eddie froze so fast he almost nailed his face on one of the overhanging oars. 

“What?” He said, positive he misheard. 

“Those are your favorites right?” Dustin said, pointing at the offending cereal box on the ground. “He’s always been like, weirdly good at knowing what his packmates eat. I’d say it’s an Alpha thing but it’s totally not.” 

“What.” Eddie said again, his voice coming out as more of a surprised croak. 

“Max insists he pays super close attention but come on, it’s Steve. I once watched him trip trying to do the dance from the Breakfast Club. It’s absolutely just like, his weird little superpower.” Dustin hummed for a moment, face scrunched up in thought. “Like, snack-sense. Stevie Snack Sense!” 

Eddie stared, the words “Steve adopted you” and “weirdly good at knowing what his packmates eat” ping-ponging around his head. 

Henderson’s grin grew impossibly wider. “Get it? Like Scooby snacks?”  

Then he laughed his weird little cackle again, ignoring the way Eddie had crashed like one of the shitty computers their school was so proud of owning. 

‘Danger alert, the Freak is overheating. Danger alert, the Freak is-’ 

“Henderson are you coming or what!?” Steve yelled, causing Eddie to jump and Dustin to spin around, shouting something rude back.

“Keep your walkie on, okay?” Dustin said, turning back with a worried look that would have been touching if Eddie had been paying any attention at all, before scampering off to have an argument with his Pack Alpha. 

The same one who apparently, allowed such things from whiny, teenage puppies, and also, was trying to adopt Eddie. 

Into his Pack. 

Eddie just stared after them, feeling vaguely like the world no longer made sense.

Probably because it didn’t.

[msgexymunson]

Oh my, there’s far too much choice for that WIP ask game, how on earth am I supposed to choose?!?!

OF COURSE I want some FF goodness (best series ever), but I’m not going to, and I’ll wait it out like a good girl… So instead I’m going to ask for either Midwest Monster or Scream For Me (or both, if that’s even allowed 🤭🫣), and if they’re both already taken then Professor Quinn is hovering very close (extremely close) behind 😆

Kittie 💋

Full disclosure, I went to take a snippet of the fic and ended up reading it all and falling into a 'what next' hole.

Couldn't pick a best bit, I'm like 6k in and not near the smut yet. Its my werewolf Eddie fic, and this is the beginning...

Mid West Monster - Intro

Eddie doesn't know how he got out of the Upside Down. All he remembers are throbbing flashbacks of those weird bat creatures sinking their teeth into him and the blood bubbling in his chest. The wet feeling of his life essence as it drained through all the bites, and the tears falling from Dustin's cheeks as he stared down at him hopelessly. He knew he was going to die. 

Darkness.

The next thing he knew, he was naked, lying on the floor of his trailer. His trailer; not that frightening, vine infested dark mirror. The place looked like a hurricane had ripped through it. The furniture was in splinters in the living room, mugs had been smashed, and hats ripped off of hooks. There were huge gashes in the very walls of the trailer itself, some so deep he could see daylight shining through them. 

He remembered looking down at his body, expecting to see horror and mutilation, a deadly game of tic tac toe played on his torso; but instead what he saw made him gasp in shock. There was blood, yes, but it was dried and crusted, flaking away at a fingertip touch. Underneath, a few light scars were all that remained of his apparent near death encounter. They looked decades old. As he had showered the blood and grime away, he noticed his body looked different, felt different under his fingers. His physique was toned, broader and more defined. He had a six pack without even having to clench and really try. His er… his manhood was bigger, thicker and somehow heavier. And he was definitely hairier.

The scars had all but disappeared a couple of weeks later, same with the murder allegations. Since Vecna's defeat and Hopper's return, all the carnage had been explained away, leaving Eddie to live a normal life. 

The only problem was, he was anything but normal. 

His hearing was incredible, listening to conversations halfway across a noisy Summer school classroom with no difficulties. He was stronger, faster, and so aware of his surroundings sometimes it was just downright painful. Dustin had tried to get him to go to the arcade a few days ago but it was just too much input for his heightened senses and he had to high tail it out of there. 

The biggest change of all though? His sense of smell. 

It felt as if he'd lived his whole life breathing in a gas mask with a pillow across his face and it had suddenly been removed. They were luminous scents, filling his nose with such strength that it was almost better than seeing. The grass, flowers, the path of an unseen wild animal. And the people! Oh God, the people. Everyone was a trail of smell, an orchestra  of aromas, some more distinct than others but all unique in some way.

Yesterday he could smell Uncle Wayne so strongly; a thick cloud of cigarettes, oil and metal from the plant, sandalwood, and, well, the words did not exist for all the rest. It smelled like a comforting, hazy navy blue, which he knows would only make sense to him. He'd even said 'hey' over his shoulder whilst he was sitting on the couch. The crazy thing was, Wayne had walked into their new trailer a few minutes later. 

There was something else too. Eddie's head felt… full. Not of information, he only wished he could get some answers right about now, but another presence. Someone, something was there, other than him. He often wondered if he was just losing his mind, trauma coming out in weird and wacky ways, but as soon as those thoughts came he dismissed them. There was enough evidence to show that he had changed. 

Eddie shuffles into the Summer school classroom, hunched over. He's grown at least a couple inches; that and his broader frame as well as his trademark metalhead look basically made him a moving target. For once in his life, he's trying desperately to not draw attention to himself. 

Jock dickheads will always be jock dickheads though, even when they're retaking English classes. Some 'mouth breather', as Mike would say, a brute of a boy in a letterman jacket and a blonde buzzcut, sticks his foot out and trips him up. Eddie's new lightning reflexes stop him from crashing to the floor, grabbing the edge of the desk at the last minute. 

He's about to just drop it, let it go, until he hears "watch your step, Freak." 

Bite him. 

The thought rings loud and clear in his brain. It's more than a thought though, it's a voice. It's not his, the cadence is different, voice deeper and husky, almost a growl. 

Eddie is shaken to his core, frozen on the spot. Every hair on his body feels like it's standing on end, hackles raising. He blinks the thought away; he doesn't have hackles. 

Standing up, he releases his hold on the desk. Four deep fingernail patterns are etched into the wood. 

This is too much. He turns on his heel and practically jogs to the restroom to splash water in his face. 

What the fuck was that? 

Eddie stares in the mirror, water droplets in his bangs coalescing and mingling to drip down his nose and chin. There's stubble on his jaw even though he shaved this morning. 

He's staring into his own eyes, seeking answers. Then it happens again. 

We should have bit him. 

"What the- who are you? What are you?" 

The mysterious voice doesn't answer; but there's a growl deep in his skull. Squeezing his eyes shut, he pinches the bridge of his nose until it stops. 

Fuck this. 

Eddie leaves school, racing toward his van. Mrs O'Donnells class can wait.

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Steve finds himself caring for a wolf pup, soon enough more wolves come into his life.

The Wolves’ Bunny - Chapter Three - Wolves on the Road

The Munson pack has been in a little seaside town on the east coast for a while now. Not the permanent home they have been looking for but none of the others they have tried over the years have fit either. Hunters breaking accord or another large pack already staking claim to most places they have liked enough to consider.

Eddie has always been a part of the pack, his uncle taking over the role of pack alpha after his grandfather stepped down. Wayne has practically raised him all his life. His parents both missing the lycanthrope gene, were never around much. He is not the only kid raised by his uncle and the pack, Wayne has a penchant for picking up strays.

Billy is one such stray who has been a part of the pack since Eddie came across him teary eyed and sniveling in a park. They have been nearly inseparable ever since. They share practically everything including a motor home and bed partners.

Eddie knows exactly where to find Billy when their alpha wants to see them. Finding him lifting weights in front of their motor home on a second hand bench with the shade just starting to reach him as the sun moves across the sky.

Eddie leans against a little tree, watching him do a few reps. “Wayne wants to see us.” Eddie is down wind so Billy knew as soon as he got there. He does not turn, just gives a little nod of acknowledgement. “Come on somebody’s in trouble, that's always a bit of fun."

Billy turns with a huffing laugh. “Yeah, probably us dumbass since we’ve been summoned.”

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                  The Wolfman & The Metalhead

        Werewolf!Eddie Munson x  Alt Sinclair! Reader

                                        Chapter One 

Summary: Your entire existence is wrapped in Hawkins Records, the only record store in town and your place of employment. You told yourself you’d work there for a few months and then run away to LA, and join a band.

But it’s been three years and all you have to show for it is a 10% discount  and a favorite customer by the name of Eddie Munson. You thought it would be another boring year but now people are going missing in Hawkins and why does a big ass dog always walk you to your car every night?

Trigger Warnings: Violence, Gore, PinV, Jason Carver,

“You like Black Sabbath, huh? Name three songs.”

“You’re bald right? Name three hats. Now will that be paper or plastic?” You asked sweetly, brushing a lavender braid out of your face while you shoved the customers' cassettes and records into a bag.

“You can’t talk to me like that? I want to speak to your manager! ”

“Not a problem sir, just wait right here.” You said only to spin right back in front of him.

“You’re looking at the manager, the stocker, the cashier, the bathroom attendant, and just about everything else. Now is there anything else I can help you with?”

He snatched the bag from your hands and stalked out of the store.

“Thank you for shopping at Hawkins Records! Come back soon!”

Hawkins Records, your domain, the one place that always feels like home, is more or less empty on a Friday night.  You’d give anything to go home to your brand new shabby apartment but just because you’re out on your own, doesn’t mean you’re exempt from sisterly duties.

The sound of a skateboard and laughter interrupt your ten thousandth listen to War Pigs as your little brother and his girlfriend come running in hand in hand.

“Hey guys, how was the movie?”

“Boring, but Lucas had his eyes shut the whole time!” Max said, rolling her eyes.

“Did not!”

“Let me lock up real quick, it’s been so boring.” You said, jumping off the counter and turning off all the speakers.

“You mean lonely without Eddie?” Lucas said in a singsongy voice.

“You wanna walk home Lucas?”

“Eddie Munson from Hellfire Club? That’s who you’re dating?” Max asked

“No, he just stops by here all the time, we are not dating!” You said, instantly regretting your nice gesture of offering to drive the two home from the movies.

“You might want to tell him that.”

“Okay, everybody out before I change my mind!” You ushered the pair out of Hawkins Records, locking and closing the gate behind you, happy to be done until  to see seeing the trash cans filled in front of the store.

“I gotta put these in the dumpster,  start up Joan for me and nothing else!” You said and tossed your keys to the redhead before heaving the trashbags into your arms. The alley is your least favorite spot, especially at night, even more since those poor kids Chrissy and Fred went missing.

Something squelched underneath your boot and as you threw the bags into the dumpster, you heard what sounded like footsteps behind you.

“Lucas? Max? Is someone there?” You turn around to see nothing, closing the dumpster.

“ No more night shifts for me.” You thought aloud and turned around with a yelp to see what had to be the largest black dog in history in front of you, deep yellow eyes the only real source of light in the alley.

“You have got to stop sneaking up on me puppy! Here to walk me home again?” You coo at the enormous stray dog that’s been keeping you company every night for the last few months.  You swear he nods as you scratch him behind the ears.

“You’re so beautiful, I can’t believe no one’s out here looking for you. I wish I could take you home buddy but my landlord would have a fit.” You explained (as if he would answer back) running your hands over his fur. He trots in front of you, leading you out of the dark and you’re relieved to see your car and the kids in one piece.

“You wanna meet my friends? They won’t hurt you.” You look down again  but he’s gone, the streetlights picking up nothing but your shadow.

As you pull out of the empty parking lot, you hear howling and swear a pair of yellow eyes follows you all the way home.

“Do you mind if I put a few of these out on your door, honey?” Mrs. Mckinney asked you, weariness seeping into her voice as she clutched the missing flyers tightly.  Another night, another disappearance of a high school kid.

“Of course, I’ll hand some out to customers too. I’m sure they’ll find Patrick and if I hear anything I’ll let you know right away.” You said politely.  Patrick’s mom smiled weakly and headed on her way as you placed the flyers next to the cash register.

The door jingled and you didn’t have to look up to see who it was, the stupid butterflies in your stomach were already there.

“Big Sinclair! How is the coolest girl in Hawkins today?”  Eddie Munson sauntered his way to the register.

“I don’t know, let me know when you find her.” You said with a smile, rolling your eyes.

“And what do you have for me today?” He asked, jumping up to sit on the counter before you could shove him off.

“A job wiping that counter down if you don’t get off.  Oh, and these.” You pushed a stack of cassettes in his direction as he squealed in happiness.

“ Wait, are these signed?!”

“Yup, you can freak out now.”

“How did you get these?” Eddie asked in awe, picking up each tape like a baby bird.

“My boss got them from some press event, told me to sell them to the highest bidder but I think they’ll be in safer hands with you.” 

“ I could propose to you right now. What do you say, you, me, a double wide trailer filled to the brim with kiddos with your eyes and my taste in music?”

“I’d say gimme those cassettes back before I shove you and our imaginary children into traffic.” You lightly threaten, smacking him on the shoulder but he gently grabs your arm, examining the newest tattoo.

“Erica told me about this one, said your dad screamed when he saw.”

“Are you just going to befriend my entire family Munson, is my nana joining Hellfire too?”

He laughed, running his fingers over the ink, sending a little shiver through your body.

“Come out with me tonight. My band is playing at that bar down the street and we could use a conscious audience member. I’ll buy you a watered down beer, what do you say?” Eddie asked, passing you a crumpled flyer with his band on it for you to examine.

“ Going to a shitty bar to hear a band composed of you and a bunch of high school kids complete with even shittier beer? You really know how to make a girl feel special on a first date.”

“I didn’t call it a date Sinclair, you did.” He said with a smirk.

“Fine, I’ll be your groupie for the evening. I’ll be there after I close up here, hope you can see me in your crowd of adoring fans.”

Eddie jumped off the counter, a spring in his step as he headed towards the door.

“I always see you Sinclair, see you tonight.”

It’s just one drink between acquaintances is what you keep telling yourself while the rest of your day goes by pretty fast. The last customer leaves after ten and you close up quickly, heading out the back with the trash.

You’re trying to decide if there’s enough time for you to run home and change when the streetlight cuts out and  you hear something behind you.

“Is that you, puppy?  I’ve got to get a bell for you or something, you scared the shit out of me.” You said and turned around to see nothing there.

“Who’s there, this isn’t fucking funny!” You yelled out.

  A dark shadow blocks out the back of the alley and that’s all you need to see but dropping the garbage and running towards your car. The growling is in your ears, beyond heavy steps chasing you towards the street. You’re nearly out of the alley when you slip on something wet, landing face first on the alley ground. 

Whatever’s chasing you retreats and you’re left on the alley ground, hurt with the wind knocked out of you. Whatever wet thing you slipped on dampens your clothes and you slowly get to your knees, standing at the streetlight comes flickering back on, illuminating the front of the alley where you’re standing.

You don’t know what makes you start screaming first.

The fact that the wet thing you’re covered in is blood.

Or the fact that the blood is coming from the broken and twisted body of the girl in the missing poster.

Chrissy Cunningham.

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