bbyhellfire

[bbyhellfire]

“I’m always going to take care of you.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: it was your goal for eddie to have a fun night out. he deserved it, he needed to forget and to have fun. you just never thought it would end so badly for you.

warnings: this story contains sexual assault and explicit details of sexual violence. this one isn’t for everybody, so please heed these warnings and proceed carefully. this fic also includes, language, smut and alcohol, also mentions of a broken nose.

a/n: this is going to be turned into a series, as i can’t fit everything i want to into one part. again, this won’t be for everybody. it’s graphic and violent, and will deal with how the reader copes with what happened.

this is part one of ‘I’m always going to take care of you.”

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“Did you hear that Nancy is having a party at her house tonight?” You called over your shoulder, putting in an earring as you stood in front of the mirror.

“No, but I suppose you’re wanting me to go.” He smirked, busying himself with cooking breakfast.

“I just think it would be good for us, you know?” You shrugged your shoulders. “It’s been awhile since we’ve gone out and seen everyone. We’ve been cooped up inside for too long.”

“I suppose.” He munched on a piece of bacon, flipping pancakes on to both of your plates. He used to be a terrible cook, but with your help, he was able to master breakfast. “Has been awhile since I’ve seen Harrington and Buckley.”

You smiled as you turned, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I love when you cook for me.”

“Do you, now?” He grinned mischievously. “Why don’t you show me?”

You both erupted into fits of laughter as you smacked his shoulder. “God, you’re terrible! Give me my damn food!”

You settled yourself in your seat at the small kitchen table, sitting cross legged as he joined you, passing you a bottle of syrup. “So you wanna go?” You said with a mouthful.

“Sure.” He shrugged. “What’s the time?”

“Eight, I think.” You replied. “I think it’ll be good for us to get out.”

Eddie always thought it was the cutest thing when you said something like that. I think it’ll be good for us. Ever since the battle with Vecna, it had always been just a little bit harder to force yourselves to go out. Some days you had just wanted to lay in bed and waste the day away. It all got easier over time, though. And it was like that with everyone, not just you two.

Eddie’s wounds had long since healed from that night, however the scares they left on both of your hearts were still being patched up. You did that together. That night left you with nightmares and a depression like cloud that followed you around on the daily. But you both worked on bettering yourselves. You had each other to get through it, you had your friends who had been right beside you that night.

His name had been cleared, though it had not been easy. He still dealt with hate when he went out, odd stares, but it wasn’t near as bad as it had been, and that too, was getting easier as the memories faded. And with the help of eleven, she was able to fix hawkins and save the town where they had grown up. Everything had worked out for them in the end, despite all the doubts they held during the final battle. Some days were worse than others, but you had each other.

“Yeah.” He said softly, his lips barely curling into a delicate smile. God, he loved you so.

“You still playing at the Hideout this weekend?” You hatred your eyelashes up to him, pouring more syrup over your pancakes.

“Yup.” He popped the p with his pink, full lips. “I think we’re actually gonna have a crowd this weekend. Can I count on my girl being there?”

You blushed at the sweet end endearment. “Of course. Your girl is always there, isn’t she?”

“She is.” He kicked back, tapping the plate with his fork, looking at you with admiration. “I just know that some of the guys there make you uncomfortable.”

“Can you blame me?” You scoffed, scooping another mouthful of food. “Everywhere I look there’s either horny teenage boys or scruffy, alcoholic truckers trying to cop a feel.”

He shook his head with a nod. “Yeah, I know. Sorry bout that. I’m sure there’s lots of other ways you’d prefer to spend your Saturday night.”

“I didn’t say that,” You tsked, playfully kicking his leg with your foot. “All I’m saying is you may have to bail me out of jail if I start up a fist fight. You know I don’t take shit from you men.”

He chuckled, taking a sip of orange juice, his lashes peering up at you through the rim. “Oh, I wouldn’t doubt it. You can get pretty feisty sometimes, babe.”

“Mhm.” You pointed your fork. “But don’t you worry, baby. Your number one fan is gonna be there, front row seat and all.”

He smiled widely at your playfulness, standing up slightly and leaning over the table to connect your lips. “What would I do without you?” He gave you a firm peck, licking his lips from the taste of syrup.

“Not sleeping with anyone else, I’d hope.” You grinned up at him, his dark curls ticking the sides of your face.

“Oh?” He raised a brow, his nose nudging against yours. “Is that jealousy I detect?”

“Jesus, Eddie!” You giggled, patting his chest. “Why are you so easy to turn on this morning?”

“I can’t help it.” He said nonchalantly. “Everything you do turns me on. Besides, I’m really horny today.”

You snickered with a look of audacity. “You don’t say.”

He hummed out a vibrant chuckle as he kissed you again, his hand cupping the back of your head as you both deepened the kiss. He brought his knee up on the table to steady himself. When his tongue sneakily slipped into your mouth, you moaned happily. “I’m trying to eat, Eddie. You’re making me go hungry.”

“Hungry, huh?”

You didn’t even comment on the sexual remark this time. Fuck it. “Yeah, for you.” You breathed, breaking apart from his lips. “Do me a favor and fuck me before I have to go to work.”

His eyes narrowed into lustful slits as he groaned. “Yes, ma’am.”

You giggled excitedly when he pulled away and rounded the table, scooping you up into his arms and tossing you on the couch. You both immediately resumed your passionate kissing as he collapsed atop of you, kicking apart your legs with his knee. Your frail little arms wrapped around his neck as your legs went up around his waist, your lips moving fluently in love sick dance moves.

You moaned softly when his lips attacked themselves to your neck, sucking along the gape of your throat as his hands squeezed your breasts. Your hips bucked up into his, and he immediately groaned at the friction, leaving a slobbery bite mark against your collar bone. His hands worked to pull down your jeans, and you lifted your hips as he pulled them down and kicked them off to the floor. He fumbled with his belt as you tugged away your panties, and he melted into your mouth when you took his length in your hand. It was speeding by quickly, but it was full of passion and love.

You rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your slick, your lips creating little wet, slapping sounds from the roughness. “Oh- you call me bad for being horny, but- fuck, you’re so wet.”

You looked up to him with lustful eyes. “Looks like you’ll have to punish me then, won’t you?” You smirked at the whimsical groan he let out at your kinky words, and you hurriedly wrapped around his torso as he quickly thrusted into you. “Oh-” You let out a gasp as your back practically smacked against the arm of the couch, and you had to hold on tight to him as he fucked you.

His face was buried in your shoulder, hands digging into your hips as he grunted loudly. He was shameless when it came to the noises he made, just like when he played with his band. It was quick and sharp, his cock plummeting into you and dragging out pitiful, choked noises.

“Fuck, fuck, oh god!” Your cunt squeezed around him with a tight stomach, your bodies rocking together as he bit your shoulder. You bucked your hips higher, yelping at a particular hard thrust he gave you, and you were sent over the edge.

You cried as you came, body shaking and trembling under his grasp. He followed soon after you, cursing under his breath as he struggled to not drop his full weight on you. You were both left in heavy pants, a tear falling down the corner of your eye from the intensity of your orgasm. His lips came up to kiss your cheek, and both of you panted wildly against each other.

“Don’t worry about this weekend,” He breathed, his hand combing through your hair. “Or the party tonight.”

You blinked tiredly as sweat dripped down your face, turning your face to rest against his cheek.

“I’m always going to take care of you.”

•

You both nearly changed your mind when you pulled up to Nancy’s home, flashing lights pulsing out the windows and people piled up on top of each other. Mike and Karen were gone for the week, so that left the kids to themselves. Nancy wasn’t exactly the type to throw a party, and neither was Mike, but she was doing it for the same reason that you were going for. It was good for her and her brother to socialize.

There was a big inflatable scooby doo out in the front yard, along with a bouncy house. Why did they have these, hell if you knew, but Eddie was all about it. And as soon as he found Dustin and Mike, they disappeared off into the bouncy castle, roleplaying some scene from dnd. You had busied yourself with catching up with your friends. Robin and Steve were both happy to see you, and you listened to them fill you in about their jobs at the video store.

“Everyone having fun?” Nancy popped in, and you smiled widely.

“Hey, Nance!” You sat up to hug her, rubbing her back softly. “Great party! Honestly surprised you would throw one as big as this.”

It really was too. You all were parked on the big sofa in the corner of the room, speaking loudly over the speakers that blasted tears for fears. Everyone was nearly plastered drunk or high, hell even both, bumping into each other and belching like truckers. “I know.” She settled herself beside you. “But I thought it would be good for us, you know?”

The four of you nodded.

“Where’s Eddie?” Nancy noticed his absence.

“Oh,” You smiled, gesturing toward the window. “Him and the boys are out in the bouncy house. Where else would you expect them to be?”

“Inside with all the adults, honestly.” Steve chimed in, Robin tucked in by his side, her ringed fingers cradling a beer bottle.

“Since when did we consider Eddie an adult, Stevie?” Robin smirked, slapping his knee.

“Good point.”

“There’s a lot of people here.” You noticed, gulping at the unfamiliar faces.

“I know.” Nancy nodded with a sigh. “But I thought maybe everyone could benefit from having a night out. Everyone’s been shaken up since…the earthquake.”

Her words made everyone still, and your eyes focused on the carpet as you immediately thought about Eddie, anxiety creeping in your stomach.

“Sorry.” Nancy swallowed. “Didn’t mean to bring down the party.”

“No, it’s okay.” You shook your head with a smile. “I’m gonna go find Eddie, okay? I’ll catch up with you later.” You bid your friends a goodbye with a wave, awkwardly making your way through the crowd.

You knew she hadn’t meant it, but Nancy’s comment had brought you down, and you wished it hadn’t. You really did try your hardest not to wallow in sorrow, for both your own sake, and for Eddie’s. It was hard for him to move on from that night, so you tried your hardest to be strong for him. But all you wanted was him right now. Just to see him. “Excuse me.” You muttered as you past a couple of people in the hall, cringing at the way they practically fucked each other against the wall.

You wound up outside by the bouncy house, bud Eddie and the kids were not there. You sighed anxiously as you searched for him, calling out his name that was muffled by peoples cheers, mixed with drunk singing. You stepped through the gate that led to the backyard, and your lips pulled into a smile when you found him, canon-balling into Nancy’s pool.

They were all splashing and playing around like children, and you smiled deeper when you found Gareth and Jeff in there too, trying to drown Mike and Lucas. Eddie’s poofy hair was not pin straight from being soaked with water, sticking in crazy designs across his back. You walked over to his pile of clothes, picking them up to place them neatly on a lawn chair. You sat down, pulling your knees up to rest your elbow against them, your chin in your hand. Your heart swelled at the sight.

“Down you scoundrel!” Eddie shouted dramatically, dunking Dustin down into the water. “Make way for your king!”

Mostly everyone was inside, so they had the pool to themselves. It was moments like these where you realized just how much you loved him. He was so carefree, so passionate, and you just couldn’t understand why people gave him such a hard time. Sure, it was better now that his name had been cleared, but he would always be associated with vecna’s murders. He would always be the freak who plays dnd and plays in a devil worshiping metal band.

But not to you. To you, he was your entire life. He was your future and everything in it. Your life had been turned upside down that night when he had been attacked. He could have been gone within a blink of an eye, and even when you dragged him out of the upside, with the help of Dustin and Steve, the doctors as the hospital struggled to get his heart into rhythm. It was the most terrifying, traumatic moment of your life.

Your eyes teared up at the faded memories, watching as the love of your life played like a kid. You knew he had insecurities, despite how he liked to pretend he didn’t, but you truly wished that he knew how perfect he was. Because he was. He was absolutely perfect.

“Hey, sweetheart!” Eddie finally caught your eyes, shoving Dustin under the water as he stood, the water resting at his waist. “You wanna come in?”

“No, thanks!” You shook your head with a smile, blushing at his toned chest. “I’m enjoying the show.”

He chuckled at you, mouthing something to his buddies as he waded toward the ledge, lifting himself up and making his way offer to you. “You okay? You seem kinda down.” He squatted down to your level, his hair dripping water down to your bare knees.

“No, I’m alright.” You squeezed his hand, your other coming up to trace his jawline. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

You didn’t want to be cheesy, and you blushed awkwardly as your lips pulled up. “How beautiful you are.”

His eyes twinkled at you, and he grinned, grabbing your chin to peck your lips. “That’s my line.”

You hummed against him, his body cold against your warm one, his forehead pressing along your own. “Sure you’re okay? We can leave if you want to.”’

“I’m alright, Eddie.” You chuckled, his nose pressing against yours. “I’m having fun.” Really, you supposed you did want to go home. You were down in the dumps now about what Nancy had said, and just wanted to take a nap and cuddle with your lover, but he was having fun. And it was important for him to have fun. It was important for him to forget. He needed to move on.

“Alright.” He pulled away to look at you, tilting your chin. “Promise?”

“Hey, Eddie, come on!” Mike shouted, tossing a football over to Lucas.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, Wheeler!” He said over his shoulder, a fake tone of annoyance.

He grabbed your hands in his. “Promise?” He repeated.

“I promise.”’You kissed his knuckles, playfully shoving his shoulder. “Go play. I’m gonna go get a drink.”

He snickered at your childish term of go play, and kissed you farewell before he canon-balled back in the pool. You chuckled as you opened the gateway to the front yard, straightening your little black dress. You didn’t care much for dressing up, but boy Eddie loved it, and he especially loved your little black dresses. It clung to you tightly, your height adding a few inches from the heels you wore. Your hair curled and hung low against your back, and even you had to admit that you felt pretty.

“Excuse me.” You pushed passed a group of people as you made your way inside, eyes scanning the crowd for your friends. You giggled when you seen steve and robin, obviously drunk, who were singing there hearts out on some random coffee table.

Your throat burned pleasantly at the sips of alcohol you allowed yourself, tapping your fingers to the beat of the music. You really did want Eddie to have fun, but you hoped you wouldn’t have to stay for much longer. You could see everyone from where you were standing. The basketball team was there, all apart from Jason Carver. You sighed at the memory, but couldn’t really bring yourself to mourn over him. He was horrible to Eddie, after all, and even though his death was sad, in some way or another, you didn’t miss him, and you didn’t feel guilty about it.

Then there were the cheerleaders, all apart from Chrissy Cunningham. You hadn’t ever really spoken much to her, but she was always nothing but nice to you, and you knew how much her death effected Eddie. You knew how much everything effected him. You smiled deeply when you found Max and Eleven together in the corner, obviously trying to hide away from the swarms of people.

She wore a cast on her left arm, the bones still trying to properly heal. El had been able to cure most of her injuries, minus a few. Her eyes were red and a little swollen, the veins around them angry, but she was alive and that’s all that mattered. That night could have been completely different for everyone.

Eventually you needed to use the bathroom, so you scooted your way around everyone and darted up carpeted stairs of Nancy’s home. You counted the doors in remembrance to try and find it, and raised your eyebrows in a cheer when you opened the right one. It was pink and bright, and your eyes nearly burned at the sharp lighting. You took a look at your appearance in the mirror, adjusting the straps of your dress and the corners of your mouth that smudged your lipgloss.

You jumped when a loud knock pulsed it’s way on the bathroom door, and you sighed out an exhale. “Just a second, please!”

You went to pull down your panties to pee, but stopped when the knocking continued. “Uh, hello? Tryin to take a piss here, man!”

It continued, louder and louder that made you grow angry. “Okay, the fuck is your problem?” You fixed your dress and flung open the door, and that was all it took.

Your heart had dropped down clean to your toes. You didn’t know who it was, never seen them before in your life, but it was clear they were completely wasted, and that you were knee deep up shits creek. When the door had opened and slammed against the wall, he was on you.

Your back slammed against the wall so hard that it sent an electric shock up your spine and up into your head, a scream vomiting it’s way out of your throat. You felt the need to pass out, but you knew you couldn’t. You had to fight. Large hands had gripped your arms, foreign lips on yours as you were lifted off the ground. You kicked your legs at him, the feeling of white hot, raw panic flushing through your system.

Your eyes were wide as tears leaked out of them, your screams now muffled as the stranger clamped his hand over your mouth, turning you around. He threw your body down to the floor, lifting you up to bend you over the ledge of the tub. It was happening to quickly for you register what was really happening. Your hands had flung out trying to grab ahold of anything to protect you, anything at all, and you sent things scattering off to the floor in a loud heap of a mess, his hand still against your mouth.

You thought maybe you’d broken a rip at the rough contact of the tub, your nose practically breaking as the attacker shoved your face against the aluminum tub. But when you felt his fingers crawl up between your legs and rip down your panties, it clicked in your head what was really happening. You had stilled for just a fraction of a second, the realization paralyzing for what was about to happen. Then, your body went in a frenzy, an absolute panic that was damn near the same as the dreadful night in the upside down. You were kicking your legs as hard as you could, flailing your arms back behind you, but it just didn’t do any good. His hand was still on your mouth, making your terrifying, agonizingly terrified screams sounding weak and muffled. You were sobbing through his fingers, hyperventilating as you clawed at him to let go.

It was only worse at the sound of his belt buckle being undone, but it was too quick for you to do anything, whoever it was behind you was just too strong, almost triple your size and strength. And then when your body lunged forward, your forehead smashed against the tub as he forced himself inside you. The pain was something you’d never get before, and you screaming, screaming out noises that were only found in nightmares. It felt like a sword had punctured it’s way inside of you, thrusting in and out and drawling blood down your thighs. It felt like you were on fire, all your muscles clenching and tightening unwelcomely at the stranger. Who was he? What was going on? Those were the signals your body was sending off, the cells inside you communicating to understand why your body felt the way it did, why you were in such pain and such fear.

And you hated yourself for it, but your mind had sent itself into shock, your screams had stopped and were replaced by whimpers and small grunts, your hands twitched and fingers spasmed. Your mind floated off into a safe place, a place to keep you alive, and you laid there as he had his way with you.

•

Nancy wasn’t really enjoying herself. She was trying, don’t get her wrong, but the party scene just wasn’t for her. It was too loud and mess with her claustrophobia. She didn’t like to be that close to people. Steve and Robin were having the times of their lives though, and she watched from afar as they laughed and stumbled over the next lyric to the song they sang.

She wished she could tell everyone to go home, that the party was canceled, but that would make her the worlds biggest pussy known to man. Truth was, she really was just trying to do some good for the people of hawkins, knowing that something fun and eventful was what everyone needed. Just because she couldn’t get her head out of the upside down didn’t mean she had to ruin it for everyone else.

What she really wanted was a nap. A big one. Just because she threw the party didn’t mean she needed to be present, right? She tossed her bottled water into the trash, yes she was drinking water, someone needed to be sober, and decided to ditch the party. Giving her friends one last glance and a small smile, she made her way upstairs, ignoring the loud moans of someone fucking their brains out in their guest bedroom. If she had more energy, she’d kick them out, but decided she didn’t give a shit.

The hallway was littered with plastic cups and the stink of beer, and she knew it would be hell to clean up in the morning, but once again, she didn’t care, only needing her nap. She opened the door to her bedroom, hand tracing the wall to find her light switch. She flicked it on, not having any idea with what she was about to find.

“Shut the door!” She jumped at the whispered shouts that came from the corner of the room, sending her back to the wall as she gasped.

“Y/n?” Her eyes widened at you, hunkered down behind a bookshelf to remain hidden.

“Shut the door!” You repeated so urgently that she had to obey, slamming it closed and locking it just as quickly. She did so, but she could not take her eyes of you, muttering your name under her breath in complete disbelief.

It was you, but it didn’t look like you. You looked like a terrified child, hiding from a monster that was hidden under your bed. Your hair was an absolute reck, wild and frizzy and pulled apart out of the roots. Your makeup was now practically non existent, mascara tracks all over your face. The amount of tears you cried had stained your face with hundreds of lines, and a deep crimson red leaked from under your nose and into the crevice of your lips, mixing with snot that dripped from your nose like a leaky faucet.

“You have to help me!” You whispered shouted, holding on the ledge of the bookcase for dear life. You lifted yourself up off the floor, crying deeply at the pain it sent through your abdomen. Nancy’s puppy dog eyes only widened further when you stood, mouth gaping open at the dried blood that stuck to the insides of your thighs and slipped down to your bare feet.

“Oh, my god, y/n!” She rushed to you then, realizing she hadn’t moved for several seconds. “What happened! Oh, god, what happened to you!”

“Shh, shh!” You panicked, holding her elbows for support as she held yours. “You have to be quiet! Eddie can’t find us! He can’t Nancy, he can’t!”

She was listening, she was, but her eyes were glued to your body, especially your legs, because she didn’t need you to tell her what happened. She was smarter than that. “Who did this!” Her voice had broke into tears, and you shook your head violently.

“No, no! Nancy you have to help me!” You sobbed, eyes wide with terror. Your legs shook underneath you, and if it wasn’t for the adrenaline that coursed through your veins, you would have been sent to the floor. “Eddie can’t see this! He can’t know! Please, please, help me! I need clothes and-”

“Wait- what?” She cried, grabbing your shoulders. “Y/n, w-what! Eddie- we need-”

“No! No- no! Nancy, no!” You shook her in hysterics, your body folding as you grew more pained. “He can’t know, Nancy! You don’t understand he- he just got his name cleared and I can’t- he can’t get into trouble over me! He can’t, please Nancy you can’t say anything!”

She was having a hard time understanding you at how violently you were sobbing, blood and snot dripping down with a hoarse voice. She was crying with you, her brain now fried with what she knew was going to be more fuel for her nightmares. But she needed to pull it together, because you were crumbling, literally. She could ask questions later. “Okay, okay, sit down.” She said shakily, pushing you gently into a sitting position.

You were crying in hushed hysterics, trying your best to be quiet, but you were in horrible pain. You couldn’t sit straight, and you curled up on your side as you watched her hurriedly search for a change of clean clothes. Your dress was tore in the back. You don’t remember it happening, but hell, there was a lot to remember. You didn’t even give a shit about yourself though, not at all. You were petrified, however, about Eddie finding out.

You hated the reputation he had, hated how much bullying he got for it. His name had just been cleared, barely. And over time, yes, the rumors about him was simmering down, but god, if he found out about this? You couldn’t image what he would do. You didn’t know who the attacker was, but you did know what Eddie would find out. He’d find out, and he would kill him, then go to prison. You couldn’t have that for him.

Your world had been turned upside down, and truthfully, you felt like you might die laying there. You felt like your soul had been sucked out of you, and your skin was burning with white hot panic that wouldn’t stop making you tremble. Eddie was the only person you wanted right now. You loved Nancy, but you wished for him more, but it couldn’t be.

And Nancy, that poor girl was damn near stroking out trying to keep from having a panic attack. She kept looking back at you to see if you were okay, even though she knew you weren’t. She pulled out clothes that would cover you, sweat pants and a sweater, and tossed them to the bed as she hurried off to her bathroom. She gathered towels and her first aid kit, her senses coming together. She needed to take care of you.

“Okay, ca-can you sit up?” She said gingerly. You didn’t want to, you just wanted to lay there. But this wasn’t about you. This was about Eddie.

You nodded with a choked sob, and she watched you wince as you sat up. You cried as she washed the blood off your legs, your knees covered in soon to be bruises from being smacked against the floor. You kept grabbing your stomach, and she debated calling an ambulance without even telling you, but decided against it.

Then she came up to your face, examining your nose that obviously looked broken, or at least fractured. She cleaned it as carefully as she could, not wanting to cause you more pain. You winced and cried, but you did your best to keep it quiet and not weep in her face. When the blood was finally off your body, she wanted to help you out of your clothes, but drew her hand back.

“Y/n?” She said gently, watching as your eyes fluttered closed. “What…what happened to you?”

You only whimpered in response, but she had to know. “Y/n,” Her voice broke, setting her hand softly on your sore knee. Her eyes were shining with tears, lip trembling. “Please, I- I’ll keep your secret, but I’ve got to know what happened to do it properly.” She felt dirty for wording it like that, like she was blackmailing you, but it was the truth.

And you knew it too, that’s why you cried harder, and it shocked her when your hand came up to grab hers. “Oh, god, Nancy.” You inhaled sharply, loudly, your hand clutching your stomach. “I don’t- I don’t know w-who it was,” Your eyes looked into hers, shining like stars. “I don’t understand- I, oh, god, I don’t know what happened!”

Nancy couldn’t help but sob, she just couldn’t, because she’d never seen anyone as upset as you were.

“He raped me, Nancy.” You pushed it out of your throat despite any protests, your face contorting like puzzle pieces as you wailed out another broken, choked sob that made your chest heave. “I was so- so scared and- and I, it hurt so b-bad! Please, please, Nancy you can’t tell him!” You said the last sentence more seriously, urgently again without pausing.

“I won’t. I won’t.” She rushed, her hands coming up to hold your face. “I promise, I won’t, but y/n, why? Why can’t he?”

“Because!” You gripped her wrists. “You know what this town thinks of him, Nancy! If he- god, if he finds out who it was he’ll kill him! He’ll kill him and- and, please, please, Nancy, please!”

“I promise, I promise.” She rushed, moving to sit beside you. She pulled you into her side and wrapped her arms around you, and moved to lay your head in her lap, not able to sit up anymore from the pain between your legs. She held you tightly as you cried your heart out in the fabric of her dress, pulling at it with your bruised little fingers.

You knew you needed to hurry and change, make yourself look presentable, but Nancy felt so good to be close to. Her arms were so welcoming, just like a blanket. Right now, she was the only thing in the world you needed.

Nancy cried with you, but her brain was storming up a plan, because she knew that the both of you were going to have to come up with a damn good lie.

•

“Dude, I’m so fucking hungry.” Eddie chuckled, tugging up his black jeans as Lucas tossed him a towel.

“Me too.” Mike nodded. “Mom stocked up the fridge before they left. Help yourself.”

Eddie hummed happily, running the towel over his wet torso and hair, shaking it through his dark curls. He looked around the yard as people started to flood in, trying to see if he could spot you. It had been about an hour since you had went inside, and he felt a little guilty for not following you, but you had been adamant about him having fun, so he stayed with his sheep.

“You guys go ahead.” He tugged on his black Motörhead shirt, raking a hand through his wet hair as he nodded. “I’m gonna go find my girl.”

The boys nodded in response as Eddie took off toward the gate to the pool, trampling through the yard and awkwardly making his way through the crowd. He didn’t feel as insecure as he used to feel though, and having his name cleared especially helped with that. People still stared, and he figured they always would, it would just be something he’d have to live with. He didn’t feel as embarrassed, though. He had battle scars that proved he was a hero. He had his princess by his side to prove that he was a prince. A king.

“Aye, Harrington!” He looked down to a drunk Steve, who was on the floor on his hands and knees, Robin on his back as they trudged around the floor. “Buckley. You seen my girl?”

“Nah, metal man!” Robin screamed in his face, making him recoil. “Onward, pretty boy!” The girl tugged on Steve’s hair as they both cackled loudly, and she screeched when he quickly crawled across the floor. Maybe it was sad, but both Robin and Steve had started drinking a lot more after everything went down. Well, actually everyone did, they just didn’t have a high tolerance for it, and they always put on more of a show. He scoffed and continued on, sighing when he couldn’t find your smiling face.

“Eddie!”

He spun around at the sound of his name, a grin spreading across his lips at the sight of the eldest Wheeler. “What’s going on, Wheeler? Sick party, even for you.”

“It’s y/n.” Nancy gulped. “She fell. I think she broke her nose.”

His smile dropped immediately. “Holy shit. Where is she!”

Nancy grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs, ignoring his million questions as her heart remained in pieces. She couldn’t even allow herself to feel guilty for lying, because she had a serious part to play, and she swore to you. He pushed passed Nancy and quickly ran into her room, exhaling at the sight of you.

“Oh, shit, babe!” He rushed to crouch down below you, voice soft as his fingers tilted up your chin ever so softly. “Are you okay? What the hell happened?”

“I fell.” You muttered weakly, swallowing against your rough throat. You half wondered if you’d be able to play your part correctly and convincingly, but you couldn’t risk not to. Eddie depended on it, even if he didn’t know it. You were sat upright, even though it hurt you, wearing Nancy’s comfortable clothes. They fit you perfectly. Your hair was now clipped back by one of her clips, a few strays framing your face.

“Jesus, how?” He was afraid to touch you, because your nose looked gnarly. He kept his hand on your knee, his other cupping your cheek. You felt like crying all over again at the feeling of his skin, but you had a part to play, and kept your tone and features serious.

“My ankle gave way.” You forced a humorless chuckle, and Nancy frowned from behind, seeing right through it. “Fell face first against her bathroom door. I know, I’m a klutz.”

“I’m gonna have to start bubble wrapping you.” He shook his head, cringing at the crusted blood that built up around your nostrils. “How bad does it hurt? You think we should go to hospital?”

“No- no.” You rushed, shaking your head. The last thing you wanted was to spend hours in the emergency room. “It may not even be broken. I’ll be fine.”

He nodded, but stopped as his eyes narrowed slowly. “What’s wrong with your voice?” He hadn’t noticed it at first, but you were hoarse. Like, really hoarse. It was cracking and sounded painful, like you had just recently recovered from having the flu or something.

Your face flushed red for a moment, eyes flashing up to Nancy for help. “I uh- well, I was crying a lot. You know, cuz’ it hurt?” You shrugged your shoulder, watching as his eyes sunk.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry.” He kissed your knuckles, and a deep feeling inside you cringed at the feeling of lips on your skin, but you ignored it. “I shouldn’t have left you. I’m so sorry, I-”

“No, don’t be sorry.” You forced a small smile. “It’s not your fault. I’m just- I guess I just drank too much. You know I’m a lightweight.

He scoffed playfully. “Yeah, I’m aware. Fuck, you’re gonna give me gray hair, babe. What do you- tell me what to do. Do you need anything or-”

“I just want to go home.” You closed your eyes tiredly. “Please, just take me home.”

“Alright, sweetheart, sure.” He went to pull you up, but Nancy intervened. “I got her.” She pulled him back, gaining an odd look from him. She ignored it, knowing he could accidentally hurt you. You didn’t say anything as she wrapped her arm around your waist and carefully helped you up, and you bit your lip in pain.

“Thanks.” You said heavily, cursing yourself at the emotion you were giving away.

“Okay, you guys are scaring me.” Eddie looked between the two of you, stepping closer to you. “Baby, are you sure you’re okay? I can take you to the hospital if you want to go.”

“I’m alright, sweetheart.” You tried comforting him, grasping as his forearm. “I just..I’m just tired, okay? Can we go home?”

He still didn’t feel right about it. Something in his gut was screaming at him. The way Nancy had pushed him out of the way to help you, the way your eyes looked…unnatural, traumatized, like they did that night. It freaked him out the more he thought about it, but he gave a nod.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course, baby.” He put his arm around your waist and helped you out of the room, Nancy trailing behind. It’s not that he didn’t believe you about your nose, because obviously you’d injured it, but you weren’t acting right. You were timid. Too slow. But he didn’t question it, and he helped you down the stares at the pace you wanted to go, asking you over and over if you were okay.

When you got to the porch after what felt like years, you felt your heart pull emotionally again. You didn’t want to leave Nancy. You turned slowly, and made eye contact with her, Eddie watching you carefully from the side, his wet hair dripping onto the fabric of your sweater. Nancy was reading your mind, she felt the same way. Eddie had no idea what had happened, had no idea what was going on. She was scared for you, and for him, too. “Thank you, Nancy.” You pulled at her wrist to bring her close, and she wrapped her arms loosely around you.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” She said meekly, eyes looking up to lock with Eddie’s. It was obvious that he knew something wasn’t right, and it made her nervous for you. He was going to pry, ask questions, and almost thought about sneaking into his van just so she could go with you.

You both pulled away, your bottom lip quivering as Eddie’s arm wrapped around your back, leading you out to the door. Your stomach tensed as the door closed, nerves bundling together. As much as you wanted to go home, you were scared. Because now, you were all on your own.

#omg omg I found it #this was one of the first fics I read when season 4 came out #I started it while on a work break and when I opened tumblr it lost it #and I couldn’t find it ANYWHERE #but omg I’m so happy I found it again #eddie munson x reader

[bbyhellfire]

rockstar!eddie keeping your photo taped to the back of his guitar. some pictures are sweet, like you making a heart with your hands or him kissing your cheek.

but most are not so innocent. you sticking your tongue to reveal a puddle of his cum. a close-up of your lips sucking on his thumb. his name written in your lipstick across your tits. even a sneaky one he took when you were riding him reverse cowgirl.

and without meaning to, those photos become a sort of litmus test for corroded coffin fans to brag about how close they were to the stage.

"i was close, i could see the pic. it's eddie doing a body shot. trust me i was right there!"

"no way, dude. i was at the vegas show. it's some chick in a hottub."

[bbyhellfire]

our phantom of forever

➠ summary: eddie is resurrected by vecna, only to realize you don't exist in the upside down.

➠ pairing: eddie munson x afab!reader (she/her pronouns)

➠ word count: 1.3k words

➠ warnings: angst city, death, resurrection, allusions to suicidal thoughts (eddie wishing for death), swearing, reader moved to hawkins with her parents, vecna being vecna.

➠ a/n: pushing the 'eddie is alive' agenda 😌 i have a couple ideas about eddie making a deal with vecna that i'm debating turning into a series or just standalone one shots, so let me know what you think! and let's continue to live in delulu

It was stupid, running away from Vecna in the Upside Down. It wasn't like he controlled it or anything. But Eddie Munson isn't exactly known for his smart decisions.

He makes a mad dash from the Creel House the first chance he gets. He's alive, resurrected by the very monster responsible for his death. Eddie should be relieved that he can feel his heart beating as he runs through the decrepit streets of Hawkins. The never ending fog blurs his vision, not that it matters. Upside Down or not, he knows where he is going. No alternate dimension can change that.

All Eddie wants is you. He wants to curl his wrecked body around yours and cry into your neck as you tell him everything will be okay. He knows it won't happen, Vecna won't be so quick to let his new plaything go. But the hope is still there, and it's enough to take him across town towards the direction of your home.

If he can't physically be with you, then at least he can be surrounded by you. A piss poor replacement, but he'll take what he can get.

The ash-like spores make his lungs burn with every jagged breath. His body, still weak from his death, begs for him to stop, but he is already here. The navy blue paint is chipped and vines have broken through the front windows, but it's still your home. The world around him blurs into a watercolor of black and blue as he rushes through your front door and up the stairs to your bedroom.

Maybe you'll be waiting for him. You'll greet him with open arms and a teary smile and –

Nothing.

You're not there. In fact, none of your belongings are there. Not your bed, not your desk, your posters, your clothes. The room is empty.

What the hell?

He moves towards your bathroom. The counter should be covered in your toiletries. The doodles he'd given to you should be taped up along the mirror.

An owl with "You're owl I need" written on the bottom.

A mug with "I love you a latte" etched in the front.

Another of a cat holding a sign that says, "I've got felines for you."

The bathroom is as empty as your room. The only things waiting for him are those fucking vines, slithering out of the bathroom sink like a bouquet of snakes.

No, no, no.

Vecna controls this universe, right? So it's not completely unreasonable that he could make you disappear. Right? That has to be it. This is just Vecna. It's all Vecna.

"Do you really think so little of me? After I saved your life? Think, boy."

Eddie's head shoots up to the mirror, expecting to see the monster standing behind him like this is some sort of horror movie, but he's alone. Of course Vecna has an omnipresent voice that echoes throughout. Of course he fucking does.

He's never gonna beat the God complex allegations, Eddie thinks as the vines in the sink start to move. A little nudge of encouragement so to speak.

He bolts out of your room and down the hallway to your parent's bedroom.

Empty.

He tries the linen closet.

Nothing.

He practically tumbles down to the first level. Your living room, dining room, kitchen, even the garage. Everything is devoid of you and anything connected to you.

Dread is settles in the pit of his stomach. He is running out of places to check. All he thinks to do is scream. And he does. He wails and wails until his vocal cords hemorrhage. The dull taste of blood in the back of his throat makes him add obscenities to his screams. Maybe it'd be enough to echo through the other side. Hell, he'd take your parents materializing to scold him. He'd take anything as long as it means you're there. But nothing ever comes. It's just him and his pain.

It's like you never existed.

Only when he's back in your bedroom, standing in the exact spot where your bed should be, does he remember Nancy's diary. Ice cold realization turns his organs into stone.

He tries not whimper, "She isn't here, is she?"

"No, she's not, but you already knew that." With every word, the fog thickens into a violent red until the monster responsible for all of this appears in front of him. Eddie shakes his head in furious denial as the date in Nancy's diary taunts him.

November 6, 1983.

It's like you don't exist in the Upside Down because of you don't exist. Your family wouldn't move to Hawkins until the following month. It wouldn't be until the start of the spring semester when you and Eddie would properly meet, paired up for a science project. By February, he'd build up the courage to ask you on a date. His adoration for you would bloom with the spring flowers. He would be head over heels in love with you by the fall.

But with the Upside Down frozen at a point in time where he didn't even know your name, you won't be here. There will be no record of you, no liferaft to cling to as his humanity is thrown into freefall.

"No, it's not fair! This isn't fucking fair!"

"The human existence is anything but fair. Your life was an excellent example of that."

Eddie knows that very well, but he doesn't need this walking smear stain reminding him like he's a toddler. He remembers every taunt, shove, and outrage that formed his life. They were his to experience, not anyone else's. They were his life no matter how unfair it may have been. Vecna didn't get to use them against him.

Now, he is angry. He lunges toward the monster, but vines shoot out to wrap around his waist before he can reach Vecna. They throw him back violently, wrapping around his middle and neck to keep him flush against the wall. The tendril around his waist tightens until he stops moving, his arms pinned to his side. Another vine slithers around his neck, squeezing until he has no choice but to look up at the monster of the Upside Down.

"So ungrateful even after I gifted you the chance of another life. Do you understand I can take that away from you? And then how would you see her again?"

Eddie grimaces, scrunching his nose and glaring with all the resentment building inside. He knows where this is going, the manipulation so obvious it's insulting.

The weight of his situation presses down on him harder than the vines bundling his body. He finally cries. Fat, angry tears run down his dirty cheeks as he glares at Vecna. Eddie hopes he looks as pathetic as he feels. Maybe Vecna will be disgusted and realize he made a mistake resurrecting him. He is not a killer, not a hero, not a villain. He is just Eddie.

He wishes for a reinstatement of his death sentence. He'd rather his body be picked apart by demobats than a life shackled by shame and defeat.

"I'm not unreasonable, Eddie," Vecna takes heavy steps towards him. "You can see her again, if it's what you really want. It won't be easy, but it will be worth it. I just need you to do something for me."

The tears keep falling, his vision blurring from the splotches in the shape of you. He thinks of you, the way you smell, the comforting feeling of your hand in his, the sweet nothings you'd whisper when you thought he was asleep. He remembers the nights you'd spend wrapped in his sheets, eyes glassy from all the weed you'd smoke, as you talk about the future.

That is all he will ever have of you – memories. Memories that will fade until only the pain of what could have been remains.

What else is he supposed to do?

"What is it?"

divider by @/silkholland

#icymi

[bbyhellfire]

mdni 18+ here is my daily contribution to the "i want eddie to rail me" fund

dom!eddie x fem!reader, degradation, name calling, hint to public sex

he pushes you into the darkest corner of the hideout, crowding your space until he is the only thing you can see and feel. all you smell is him. all you can think is eddie, eddie, eddie.

"you think you're a good girl, huh?" he leans forward to brush the back of his hand across your forehead. the knuckle of his pointer finger runs down your cheek, stopping at the corner of your mouth. "but i know what you are."

with heat growing in your head, the noises of the outside world fades away. he pushes his crotch into the sensitive region between your legs.

"do good girls spread their legs so easily, hmm? answer me."

you can't tell if your shaking head is an answer or if it's because of him grinding against your clothed core. there is a devilish smirk on his face.

"that's right, baby. i'm gonna teach you exactly what you are," his hand drops between the two of you to pop the button of your pants. "a dirty little slut."

#icymi

[bbyhellfire]

pushing up daisies - e.m.

kas eddie munson x fem reader

treat me bad like i’m no one's daughter,

body bag, baby, i’m a goner…

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: ANGSTTTTT, mentions of eddie’s death and the upside down, canon divergent (reader is chosen as vecna’s last victim instead of max), established relationship, soft!dom eddie, biting/blood drinking, lil bit of jealous eddie, public sex, unprotected piv sex, cream pie

based on love is a… by pvris

word count: 2.9k

a/n: this is honestly something i am so incredibly proud of, so i hope you all enjoy it. a big thank you to my babes @undead-supernova @strangerstilinski and @lokis-army-77 for helping me with parts of this fic, i love you all so much 💕

The sky was dark, storm clouds rolling in as you trudged through the rusted gates of Hawkin’s memorial cemetery.

Only the booming sounds of thunder and your labored breathing filled the morning air. Rain droplets poured steadily onto your head, dripping down the collar of your rain jacket. The clothing seemingly useless as the heavy rain soaked you to the bone.

The wild daisies clutched in your fist were beginning to wilt as your eyes scanned over the sea of headstones. Your throat tightens once you find his, now wishing that Dustin had been lying to you.

The words BURN IN HELL FREAK were still visible, despite the male’s best effort to clean them off the previous day. It had been less than a week since the funeral, but that was plenty of time for someone to vandalize his headstone. You hated this town.

Reaching the now desecrated grave you sigh, gently running your fingers along the top of the headstone. The rough edges scraped against your fingertips as you knelt down in front of it. Letting your hand fall into your lap, glancing down at the sad excuse of a bouquet in the other.

He deserved more than this… he deserved more than anything this shitty town had to offer.

“Hey Eds,” you whisper, despite the desolation surrounding you.

You carefully set the daisies onto the ground, blinking away the tears that threatened to spill past your waterline. The white of the flowers contrasted sharply against the dirt, which was quickly turning to mud beneath your knees. But you didn’t mind.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to the funeral,” guilt laces your shaky voice as you tug your lower lip between your teeth. “I just… I couldn’t see you like that.”

Despite the feeble attempts that Dustin and Robin made to coax you out of bed that day, nothing was going to change your mind. You didn’t want to remember him that way, as you were already grappling with the image of him dying in Dustin’s arms.

A memory that haunts your dreams every night.

“I hope you can forgive me,” you mumble, reaching into your pocket to pull out his lucky set of dice. A sad smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as you begin to place them along his headstone, “I brought a peace offering.”

A loud crack has your eyes flicking up, body jolting in surprise as a bolt of lightning strikes a tree in the distance. The impact splits the trunk down the middle, the wind picking up speed and taking your flowers with it.

The torn petals spread across the unkempt ground, the gesture now ruined. Just like everything else you touched.

You blame yourself for his death, knowing he would still be here if Vecna hadn't chosen you. You would live through a thousand years in a prison of your own mind, let that monster drain you of your entire existence— if it meant Eddie would have lived.

“It’s all my fault,” you don’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks, staring intently at the stone in front of you.

Edward Lee Munson, now at peace.

Those bold words stare back at you, mirroring the stone that sat just a few feet besides his. One you had become very familiar with over the years.

Elizabeth Ann Munson.

Beloved wife and mother, may she rest in peace.

While hers were more faded, they still brought you a small sense of comfort. Knowing that Eddie was with her now, he was safe. But that comfort wouldn’t heal the hole that had been punched through your chest.

“I miss you,” you hiccup, your tears steadily flowing now, the moisture beginning to blur your vision. “It w-wasn’t supposed to b-be you.”

Your soft cries soon morphed into pained sobbing, your shoulders hunched over as you dug your fists into the earth. You were grateful that Steve had let you come alone, not wanting anyone to see you like this.

In the short time that Eddie had been gone, you felt suffocated. With Vecna still alive and plotting, you were constantly being watched. Your friends not knowing if the demon, creature, whatever he was— would come back to claim you for good.

Part of you hoped for it, mentally pleaded to be taken away too. Because a life without Eddie, wasn’t a life you wanted to live.

A loud scream pierces the air, and it takes you a moment to realize the sound has come from you. Your chest heaves from the force of it, allowing your head to tilt back as your eyes slip shut. Enjoying how the rain soaks into your pores, washing away any trace of your tears.

You sit like that for a while, as the storm continues to wage on around you. Silently wishing that the rain would wash you away too. Dirt is caked under your fingernails, mud coated your shins and the hem of your skirt. You knew you couldn’t sit out here much longer, as your teeth started to chatter from the cold.

Your head falls forward, allowing yourself one last look at his headstone. The red paint has stained it horribly, tainting the last thing he had left in this world.

“I’ll come back tomorrow and clean this shit up, I promise.” You say, lifting up your pinky towards the block of stone. You hold it there for a moment before your hand falls back to your side.

“I love you, Eddie,” you sniffle, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you start to stand. Turning around as you begin to wipe the dirt from your knees.

As you take a step forward your shoe begins to sink into the wet soil, almost swallowing your foot whole. An annoyed huff leaves your lips as you try to pull it back out. But any attempt is stopped short as a cold hand wraps around your other ankle. A deep groan echoes in your ears as your eyes widen in fear.

This was it… Vecna’s come back for you.

While everything inside you begs you to run, your body remains frozen. Hyperventilating as the ground beneath you begins to shift, your feet sinking in deeper as another body fights its way out from the earth. A strained grunt of your name snaps you out of your petrified state, recognizing the voice immediately.

This was a cruel joke, knowing he was taking on Eddie’s form just to hurt you more. So you decided you wouldn’t stick around to witness it.

If you were going to die, it would be by his own hands.

“No!” You shout, yanking your ankle out of that icy grip as you make a break for it.

You don’t make it very far though, only reaching the edge of his grave before you lose your footing. The tip of your shoe catches on a tree root, sending your body tumbling forward onto the wet ground. The impact knocks the wind out of you as you struggle to take a breath in. Your nails dig into the grass for purchase as you try to crawl away.

The feeling of two hands wrapping around each ankle has you screaming, thrashing about as you're dragged back towards the grave. The male flips you around, unable to hear his broken pleas over the sound of your own shrieks. You keep your eyes focused on the storm clouds above your heads, desperate for some kind of distraction. You wouldn’t look at him, you couldn’t.

This wasn’t your Eddie.

A dirty hand grips onto your chin, tilting your head down as he wedges his body between your thighs. Forcing you to face him, his dark eyes ablaze with fury— a sharp contrast to the way he gently cradles your jaw.

“I’m not in the mood for games… just get on with it,” you snap, letting your eyes slip shut as you wait for that familiar pain to shoot up your spine and through your skull.

But nothing happens.

You crack an eye open only to find the brunette staring back down at you, confusion coating his features.

“… get on with what, sweetheart?” His voice cracks, the look on his face mirroring his tone.

“Killing me,” you state, as if it were the most obvious answer in the world.

There’s a moment of silence between you before he starts laughing, the booming sound instantly melts your insides. It was something you thought you would never hear again.

“I guess my entrance was very Night of the Living Dead, huh?” He teases with a wide grin as his head dips lower— his drenched curls sticking to your cheek.

When you feel Eddie’s lips connect with the base of your throat, your breath hitches. Heat pools in your middle as he inhales, groaning deeply. The sound vibrates against your skin, sending shockwaves through your system.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he hums, his hands running down the length of your sides. The male grips onto the soaked fabric of your dress, slowly inching it up until his palms are splayed across the tops of your thighs.

“You’re so warm,” he continues, his nose grazing along your collarbone as you grip onto the shoulders of his oversized suit jacket.

“H-How are you here?” You question with a small whine as he lightly nips at your throat, chuckling deeply.

“You brought me here, sweetheart.” His words are spoken reassuringly, but they don’t offer you any comfort.

“So, this is a dream,” there’s no question in your voice, only a trace of melancholy.

But Eddie notices it immediately, his head lifting from the crook of your neck. His dark eyes met yours for a moment, a look of determination flashing through his irises.

“Does this feel like a dream to you, baby?”

Before you can reply, his lips brush against yours. Any worries that this wasn’t real melt away with each press of his mouth on yours. Silencing the fear that this will all disappear the moment you pull apart. The storm rages on as he kisses you with an electricity that rivals the lightning above you.

“Definitely not a dream,” you mumble, earning a soft chuckle from him.

You swallow the sound as you kiss him deeper, his ringed fingers gliding further up your thighs and under your dress. Your own slip underneath the collar of his jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. Letting the rain soak into his white dress shirt, the fabric clinging to the muscles in his back.

Your hands quickly rake through his hair, tugging on the drenched curls as his mouth trails along your jaw. Continuing lower as he sucks harshly on your skin, enjoying the way your body responds to each press of his lips. A breathy whine spills past your own as his fingers reach the elastic band of your panties.

The tension between you continues to mount as you eagerly drag his mouth back to yours. Eddie’s fingers curl under the waistband, snapping the lace against your skin. You barely register the tearing of that same fabric, too preoccupied with his lips on yours. The clinking of his belt soon follows, aiding him in pushing his slacks down his thighs.

“Please,” you plead, lifting your hips against his. Not wanting to waste another second to have him buried inside you.

The brunette gently shushes you, pulling back for a moment as he rubs the tip of cock through your drenched folds. His pupils dilate as he takes in the way your lips part under his thumb. A shaky breath escapes them as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he coos, caressing your cheek as he guides his hips forward. Slowly slipping into your awaiting heat with a strangled groan, “I’ll take care of you.”

His actions are gentle, as your bodies become reacquainted with each other. Eddie guides your hands above your head, fingers lacing together in the dirt. Your thighs are snug around his hips, desperate to keep him as close as humanly possible.

He rocks his hips into yours at a deep but leisurely pace, letting him savor every moment he spends inside you. As neither of you know what will happen after this is all over, it’s not something you want to think about.

Being here, in this moment, with him is the only thing that mattered to you.

The ferocity of the storm drowns out the cries that leave your lips, much different from the agonized ones you had let out earlier. Everything feels heightened, pleasure coursing through your veins with each stroke of his cock.

There’s a sudden shift in his demeanor as his eyes glaze over with an almost dangerous glint. Similar to that of a predator who had locked eyes on his prey. Your heart rate increases as a deep growl permeates the air. His fingers slip out of yours, instead digging into the soil beside you as his body goes rigid.

The brown of his irises disappear from view as he squeezes them shut, worry beginning to fill your chest. Your hands reach up to cradle his face, feeling how tightly his jaw was clenched underneath your fingertips.

“Eds,” you call softly, but the male remains frozen above you— a statue of Adonis.

He was losing control, ready to slip through your fingers. But you had already lost him once, and you weren't about to let it happen again.

“Stay with me,” you implore, softly pressing your lips against the furrow between his eyes. Brushing the dirt from his cheeks as you continue to trail tender kisses across his face.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally speaks as your lips hover over his, your breath mingling together.

“You won’t,” you promise as your nose nudges against his.

Eddie seems reluctant as he opens his eyes, crimson beginning to bleed into his irises. “But there’s something different…” he trails off, searching for any trace of fear reflecting in your eyes. “I’m different.”

“I don’t care,” you don’t miss a beat, capturing his lips with yours once more.

He moans into your mouth, hands encircling your waist as you lift your hips, encouraging him to thrust deeper inside you. Your tongue slips past his lips, gliding along his front teeth. Coming to a sudden realization as you feel the pointed edge of his canines.

Logically you should feel frightened, but it seems to have the opposite effect on you. Your kisses become frantic as your walls flutter around his shaft, the sensation causing him to moan out your name. The pace of his hips quickens as your nails dig into the drenched dress shirt covering his back.

Your lips separate as you gasp, his cock hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. The both of you falling closer to that precipice with each thrust of his hips. But it’s not quite enough, needing to connect with him on a new level.

Eddie peers down at you in awe as your head falls back, baring your throat to him. “Do it,” you insist, guiding his mouth towards your neck.

You can sense his hesitation, his lips ghosting over your skin instead.

“Please, Eddie,” you beg, his groan vibrating against your throat. “I want you to.”

The sincerity in your tone squashes any doubts still lingering in his head. Allowing his teeth to graze against your tender flesh, testing his resolve.

“I trust you,” is what he needs to hear before he sinks his teeth into your neck.

Your body arches into his chest, trembling as that familiar wave of euphoria crashes over you— pulling you under completely. Eddie drinks from you greedily, continuing to work you through your high as his own steadily approaches.

“Taste so fucking good, sweetheart,” he moans as his teeth detach themselves from your throat.

His tongue darts out, lapping up the blood that begins to trickle down the curve of your neck. The sight of his mark on you is almost enough to send him over the edge. But your pretty whines are the final nail in his coffin, hips stuttering as he fills you with his warmth.

“I love you.”

Those three little words are whispered against your collarbone as the male collapses onto you. A content smile spreads across your face as your fingers card themselves through his curls. The both of you soaking up this moment of bliss for as long as you can.

The rain above your heads has finally slowed to a drizzle, the pitter patter of the droplets matching your heartbeat. You don’t know how long you laid there like this, bodies intertwined on his grave.

But it didn’t matter, as long as it was him you were entangled with.

“I love you too,” you reply a while later, the male humming as he lifts his face from the crook of your neck, crimson smeared across his lips.

A fond look falls over his features as he leans down to kiss you again, the metallic taste of you lingering on his mouth. A thought suddenly occurs to you, causing you to giggle against his lips.

“What’s so funny, sweetness?” He muses, pulling away from you with a raised brow. You tuck a loose curl behind his ear, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

“Just trying to think of how to explain this to Steve.” You watch in amusement as a scowl appears on his face.

“Poor thing is gonna think I was mauled by a wild animal,” you tease, gesturing to the bite mark on your neck.

You see a flash of jealousy in his eyes, a low growl rumbles through his chest as his lips reattach themselves to your throat— causing you to squeal.

“Harrington’s just gonna have to deal with it,” he answered smugly, hugging your body closer to his.

The both of you completely unaware of the looming figure watching you from the tree line.

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[bbyhellfire]

Me, reading a fic that either makes me cum, breaks my heart, melts my heart, or makes me shit my pants:

[bbyhellfire]

bite back (18+)

a drabble i wrote for @cambridgemadness - thank you for your support darling!!! 🫶🏻

summary: steve’s such a goddamn sweetheart. until you convince him not to be.

contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; ‘good girl’; teasing; oral (steve receiving); face fucking; spitting; nipple play; corruption (steve … receiving?);

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You stare up at Steve from your position on the end of his bed, laying on your stomach. You kick your feet a little, smiling up at him. Your low cut top shows off your cleavage, which Steve stares at, eyes hooded and pretty lips parted. 

He has no idea what you’re scheming. 

“Steve,” you smile, reaching out for him. “Come here, pretty boy.”

He finally walks towards you. His cock strains against his dark-wash Levis, the gold on his belt glistening in the intimate lamp light. “You look so beautiful,” he says softly, petting your hair. He tucks his fingers under your chin and pulls your head up to look at him. “Just gorgeous, y’know that?”

You bite your lip, giggling. “All for you, Stevie.” Your fingers find his belt loops and you pull him in closer, until his bulge presses against the tip of your nose. You hear Steve’s breath hitch above you. 

“Why don’t I do something for you, hm?” he asks, running a big hand through your hair. “Let me take care of you.”

You shake your head, nuzzling his cock. “Been wanting to taste you all night.” You bat your lashes up at him, really laying it on thick. You reach for his belt, unbuckling it swiftly and pulling his jeans down slow until he’s only in his underwear. 

“What do you want, Steve?” you finally ask, looking back up at him. You already know what he’ll say. 

“Whatever you’ll give me,” he says sweetly, softly, looking down at you with puppy dog eyes. 

You nearly roll your eyes. But you have a trick up your sleeve that you’re sure will work soon enough. 

You press a kiss to his clothed cock, smiling at the stain your lip gloss leaves on his underwear. You wore strawberry tonight, real sticky stuff that should make a mess. Your fingers find the waistband of his briefs and you finally pull them down, biting your lip when his cock springs up and bounces softly against his lower stomach. 

Steve’s size is part of why he won’t be rough with you. Even though you’ve proven to him that you can take it in as many ways as possible. He’s far from the first person you’ve ever been with, but he’s certainly the biggest. The sight of him as you drooling. He’s so pretty - thick, long shaft that curves up a little at the top, a pink tip that weeps precum, cute little freckles, and full, tight balls. 

You want him to make you take all of it. 

You press a kiss to his balls first, lips twitching upwards when he lets his head fall back. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, keeps them at his sides instead of in your hair where they belong. 

“You can touch me,” you say softly, pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft. 

“I know,” he replies, voice a little shaky. “Don’t want to hurt you, that’s all.”

You look up at him. Are you serious?

Steve tilts his head and frowns. “C’mon. You know I’m a big softie.”

This isn’t the first time you’ve had this conversation, but it will be the first time you push him on it. “What makes you think you can hurt me?”

A little kiss to a vein running up the underside of his shaft makes him pause before he continues. “You - you know. I’m strong.”

“Uh-huh,” you tease, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his cock and watching him fight off a shudder. “Super strong, Steve.”

“I am!”

“Not that I would know.” Your tongue licks a stripe up the side of him and his eyes blink shut. “Never really got to see you be so strong, Stevie.”

He scoffs, opening his eyes. They’re half hooded. “That’s total bullshit.”

You hum, flicking your tongue at the edge where his tip meets the shaft before suckling on the head. Steve sighs above you, half in relief and half in bliss, and rests one single hand gingerly on your head. “Good girl.”

You love that - when he’s sweet with you for pleasuring him. It’s all you want to do. Christ, it’s all you think about. Being his perfect little slut, at his beck and call, letting him use you however he needs. Marked up, voice hoarse, legs shaking. Which, to be fair, Steve has that effect on you, anyway. Even when he’s soft and sweet and whispers sweet nothings to you. 

You’d just like it a bit more intensely. 

You swirl your tongue around his tip a few times before pulling off. “D’you really think I’m a good girl?”

He scratches your scalp softly. “Mhm.”

“Then why don’t you give me a reward, huh?”

His brows twitch in annoyance. It’s not often at all that you see him like this. He’s usually good at hiding his annoyance with you. “My cock’s right here, baby.”

Your stomach flips and you smile, giddy at his tone. “Can you help me take it?” you ask. 

“You’re so smart, angel,” he coos, scratching your head softly again. “Pretty little brain of yours can figure it out.”

“Fine. Let me see….”

You take his cock back between your lips again. Steve moans above you, murmuring a curse. “There you go,” he groans out. “S-see? Knew you could figure it out.”

You take him a little deeper, only a quarter of his length. He usually stops you halfway, anyway, getting nervous when you gag. But you see how his eyes grow darker when he hits the back of your throat. 

You’ll make him work for it. 

You drool on his cock, bobbing your head just enough, not too far. Steve still seems appreciative, keeps his hips still and feet planted on the ground. You wait until a string of saliva runs down your chin before pulling back, keeping your hands to yourself. 

“Like that?” you ask, voice innocent. 

“Yeah, sweetheart,” he pants. “Just like that, baby.”

Just like that. You have him trapped. 

You continue your movements, taking Steve’s cock in just like that - not very far, not far enough. You let yourself drool some more, more thick strings of saliva dripping from his cock. Enough to keep him interested. But it doesn’t take long until he whimpers, his fingers tapping on your scalp. 

“Little more? Please?”

You look up at him through your lashes, head tilted again. “More?” you ask, voice thick. “But I thought I was doing good, Steve.”

He shivers. “You are doin’ good, baby, so good, like always - just - need a little more, y’know how.”

You blink. “I don’t think I do.”

He scoffs, tongue licking over his white teeth. “We both know you do.”

So now you take him into your throat, but you don’t wrap your lips around his shaft. It’s messy, but not tight enough. Steve sighs and his grip tightens in your hair. 

“You’re killin’ me,” he groans. 

“I don’t get it,” you pout, chin a mess. “I’m doing what you’re asking me to.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Then why don’t you show me?”

Steve’s jaw clenches and unclenches a few times, his eyes darker than ever as he looks down at you. “Don’t know if you can handle that,” he finally says. 

You hum, moving up onto your knees, disengaged. “Maybe you just can’t handle me-“

Steve flips you onto your back so fast it knocks the wind out of you. Your head falls over the edge of his bed and you watch him upside-down, his nostrils flaring slightly, cheeks red. 

You smile wide. Got you. 

“This what you wanted?” he asks, jerking himself off slowly. “Want me to treat you like the goddamn brat you are?”

“Yes!”

He shakes his head. “Jesus Christ. Pinch me if you want me to stop, okay? Don’t wanna hurt you, just gotta show you what I told you you can’t handle.”

You nod, thighs rubbing together. 

He takes a deep breath, fingers moving to your lips and prying at your teeth. “Open.”

You do as you’re told, choking almost immediately on his fingertips. He reaches into your throat, fucks his fingers in and out of it before pulling away and spitting down into your mouth. You gasp, thighs clenching harder. 

“You take my fingers well enough,” he observes, “Not sure why you wanna act like you can’t suck cock all of a sudden.”

He angles your head back. You nearly giggle with glee, opening up so nice for him, sticking your tongue out to entice him when he hesitates. 

He spits again, then slides into your throat. 

You haven’t been throat fucked like this before. You gag a lot sooner than you anticipate, right as his tip hits the back of it. Steve’s hips pull back but you grip the back of his thighs and pull him in, taking his length better this time around. 

“Fuck,” he grits, thrusting slow, a little shallow. Not the whole way. “Christ, God, you’re so n-needy. So fuckin’ needy. Spread - spread your legs.”

You do. Steve leans forward, pushing your skirt up and pushing himself further into your throat in the process. You gag but he doesn’t seem to mind so much this time. “Breathe through your nose,” he instructs, his fingers running over your clothed clit. “Don’t act like such a prude.”

Smack!

You moan around his cock as his hand comes down over your swollen bud. It’s so neglected that the pain feels good. 

“Look at you,” he coos, hips thrusting in and out of your hot, wet mouth. He lets his cock bury itself deeper, firmly into your throat now. “Can’t - shit - w-wait to see how wet y’are by the end.”

He pulls out suddenly and you cough, eyes teary, looking up at him with blurred, adoring eyes. Steve leans forward and grabs your cheeks with one hand, squeezing them. 

“Look what you’re makin’ me do,” he whines. “Makin’ such a mess of you.”

“Do you like it?” you ask. 

He shakes his head. “Too much.”

Steve slides back into your throat and reaches forward to grope your tits. You moan and gag around him, his fingers finding your nipples and pinching them through your top. He finally shoves your shirt down, exposing your breasts, and continues pinching and tugging them. 

“This is what I wanted,” he pants, hips thrusting. “Wanted to see these fuckin’ tits.”

You gag harder when he leans forward again, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth as he takes a nipple between his bitten lips. He groans uncontrollably, hips bucking, his trimmed pubes tickling your nose. 

“Touch yourself,” he moans lowly. “Know y’want to.”

You don’t hesitate, letting your hands find your clit and rubbing it in fast circles. You’re so close to cumming already just from the change of pace. From having him exactly where you need him. His cock buried in your throat, pleasuring himself, lips wrapped around your nipples, fingers pinching hard enough to make you squeal. 

“You do so good for me, huh?” he breathes against your chest, hands full of your pretty tits. “Let’s see how long you can hold it.”

He buries himself all the way. Your eyes cross and flutter shut while you focus on holding your breath, your throat bulging, Steve’s cock twitching. He whines and rests his hand on your neck, shuddering at the sight. He waits until you’re squirming, legs shifting and your hands finding his thighs before he finally pulls back. 

“Spit.”

You do, right onto your own face. It’s so humiliating but it’s so worth it when Steve groans, fisting his wet cock above you, rubbing the tip of it against the bridge of your nose. 

“You’re so good for me,” he pants. “You okay? Can you keep taking it?”

You nod, heart beating out of your chest. 

#smut this good should be illegal #Steve Harrington x reader

[bbyhellfire]

mdni 18+ here is my daily contribution to the "i want eddie to rail me" fund

dom!eddie x fem!reader, degradation, name calling, hint to public sex

he pushes you into the darkest corner of the hideout, crowding your space until he is the only thing you can see and feel. all you smell is him. all you can think is eddie, eddie, eddie.

"you think you're a good girl, huh?" he leans forward to brush the back of his hand across your forehead. the knuckle of his pointer finger runs down your cheek, stopping at the corner of your mouth. "but i know what you are."

with heat growing in your head, the noises of the outside world fades away. he pushes his crotch into the sensitive region between your legs.

"do good girls spread their legs so easily, hmm? answer me."

you can't tell if your shaking head is an answer or if it's because of him grinding against your clothed core. there is a devilish smirk on his face.

"that's right, baby. i'm gonna teach you exactly what you are," his hand drops between the two of you to pop the button of your pants. "a dirty little slut."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson #bbyhellfire

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six reasons why Joseph Quinn deserves better

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i volunteer! i volunteer! i volunteer as tribute!

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The Sweetness

Virgin!Eddie x Fem Reader. Slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers. No use of Y/N.

Please make sure you read the series/chapter warnings. 18+.

𑁍 Chapter 01

𑁍 Chapter 02

𑁍 Chapter 03

𑁍 Chapter 04

𑁍 Chapter 05

𑁍 Chapter 06

𑁍 Chapter 07

𑁍 Chapter 08

𑁍 Chapter 09

𑁍 Chapter 10

𑁍 Chapter 11

𑁍 Epilogue (coming soon)

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#eddie munson x reader

[bbyhellfire]

𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

steddie x fem!reader collab with @voyeurmunson

summary: a facetime call with Eddie and Steve gets heated

warnings- masturbation (f), mlm, jerking off, dirty talk, fantasizing, dick slapping, if I miss anything tell me!

wordcount- 1.8K

a/n: thank you guys for reading we hope you enjoy this, feedback is always appreciated and welcome! 💞

October 2022

Being cooped up indoors was making you stir crazy, you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in a week and you could feel the withdrawal setting in. Eddie had gone to visit Steve, his best friend that currently lived in Chicago. He was a CEO, a big shot but Eddie swore he was down to earth. You had to admit he was easy on the eyes and even you’d seen Eddie glance at him in a much more that friendly way before. You sighed as you slumped back onto your bed, opening your laptop before clicking on FaceTime. Eddie called every night around the same time, sure he wasn’t physically with you but seeing him always made you feel like a schoolgirl with their first crush.

“Hey sweetheart.” You smile as you see your boyfriend’s frizzy hair, his brown eyes sleepy as he rubs them with the back of his hand. “Missin’ me again peanut?” You nod, as he grins at you, the dimples on his cheeks prominent. “Can’t help it Ed’s you’ve been gone for way too long, tell Steve I want my boyfriend back.” You whine out, hearing Steve’s laugh ring out from somewhere in their room. He quickly pops into view, sitting down next to Eddie. His glasses sliding down his nose before he pushes them back up and grabs a blanket, curling up. “Sorry, didn’t you know he was my man before he was yours?” Steve says, winking at you as you roll your eyes playfully.

“So sorry, forgot you guys are married.” You say, Eddie laughs, leaning back against the couch as you watch the both of them. They both looked like sin, Steve with his brown sweater that complimented his eyes far too well… and Eddie, who didn’t even bother to put clothes on only in his boxers, the black hair on his stomach tempting. You wanted to run your tongue over it. Your mind wanders as they take turns telling you about what they had been up to today, you weren’t catching all of it simply because your mind couldn’t stop thinking about how you wanted to be between them.

You craved the feeling of Eddie’s calloused hands running over your body, down, down, getting closer to where you needed him the most before he’d pull away, a cruel smile dancing on his lips as you’d whine quietly. Steve would be on the other side of you, leaning down to your neck, his nose gently tracing up the side of it before nipping at your ear playfully. You snapped out of it as Steve’s hand waves in front of the camera, you feel yourself flush as Eddie’s laugh comes through your speakers. “What were you thinking about sweetheart?” He asks, a knowing look in his eyes as you glance over to the clock on your bedside table. “N-nothing really, just miss you Eddie.” You whisper, chewing on your lip nervously before looking back over at the two of them.

Steve sets his coffee down, glancing over at Eddie before leaning over to whisper something to him. Eddie smiles looking at you before nodding at Steve. You huff in annoyance. “Hey, no secrets, what's going on guys?” You ask, adjusting your shirt as you sit up against your headboard. “So Steve and I have had this idea, because sorry sweetheart you’re way too obvious about how you feel. I see how you look at the both of us.” You stop breathing for a second, your face heating up as you think about slamming your laptop shut. Shit. “We just wanted to ask you if you wanna have some fun.” He says, leaning forward some so that his eyes are practically burning through yours. “A-and what would this fun be Eddie?” You squirm a little, looking at where Steve was sitting, his eyes were glued to you.

“Oh I think you know sweetheart, I think you’ve been fantasizing some filthy things in that pretty little head of yours. We want to hear about it baby, is that okay?” You close your eyes, trying to ground yourself before opening your mouth to answer. “Yes sir, I’ll tell you.” Eddie nods. “Good girl. Every thought baby, they all belong to Steve and I. One more thing though peanut, I want you to touch yourself too while you tell us. Can you do that, baby?” You nod, your fingers twitching at the hem of your shirt as you focus on them.

“Was thinking about you touching me, both of you, touching me.” You slowly slide your hands up your shirt, your fingers leaving goosebumps as you imagine your hardest that they belong to either of the men on your laptop screen. You let your mouth run, your mind shutting off as you tell the both of them every deep and dark fantasy that’s played through your mind when seeing them. You bite your lip, your eyelashes fluttering as you try your best to keep your eyes open. There’s a moment where Eddie says something to Steve but you’re too lost in the moment to care.

Your fingers slip under the band of your shorts, sliding lower until a dampness covers them. Your breathing shortens as you hear Steve let out a choked moan, you glance at the screen again watching as Eddie’s hand slides over onto his lap, his ringed fingers teasing the prominent bulge straining against his pants. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Eddie whispers, his hand wrapping around Steve’s clothed cock the best that it can. Steve grips the back of the couch, the muscles in his neck straining as he lets out little huffs of air. His face is red as he lazily watches you. Your boyfriend is all too smug next to Steve while he teases him. “Show us what you wish we were doing to you honey.”

You slowly lift your hips, pushing your shorts off before your panties follow quickly behind. You scoot the computer down, making sure they have a perfect view of you as you spread your legs. You’re so wet you can feel it running down to your ass, ruining the sheets below you. You close your eyes as you imagine the two men in your room with you, caressing your skin as you lay before them. “She’s so pretty Eddie.” Steve moans, the sound of a slick fist can be heard, you didn’t know if it was his or Eddie’s. Your fingers trail down your thighs before you finally touch yourself for them. You gently place them against your clit, a sort of hiss breaking its way from your throat as you finally circle it slowly.

“There’s a good girl.” You hear Eddie say, your eyes open slowly and you think you’ve died and gone to heaven at the sight before you. The boys had made quick work while your mind was floating, not only were they completely undressed now… Steve’s hand was wrapped around Eddie, and Eddie’s hand around Steve. The both of them slowly work over each other, the sound of their wet skin and moans making butterflies flutter in your stomach. “Oh fuck.” You moan, as you slip two fingers inside yourself, “Want you both so bad, n-need you here, want you inside.” You say, your fingers slowly sliding in and out of yourself before you pick up speed, thinking about how they’d feel inside you, on you. You wanted their mouths on you, you wanted them to use you. “Fuck, Steve… Eddie.” You moan out.

“Look at her big boy, she’s crying for you. Think she could take this big dick?” He asks, taking his hand off of Steve before slapping it a few times. The muscles in his legs twitch as his body tries to coil away, the moans coming from his mouth telling a complete different story. You feel yourself throb, watching beads of pre-cum slide down Steve onto Eddie’s fist as he wraps his hand back around the other man. “Make him cum Eddie, wanna see.” You mumble, your other hand coming up to play with your tits, pinching and pulling your nipples until you feel like crying. Eddie smirks over at Steve, running his hand back up to squeeze at his sensitive head as Steve lazily strokes Eddie, his hand pausing every few seconds. “Gonna show her? Think she wants a show, Stevie.” Steve nods, his hair falling around his face as the muscles in his stomach tense up.

Eddie flicks his wrist over him a few more times before Steve is cumming, his eyes latched onto your fingers watching the way they push in deeper. “Fuckkk.” He moans, he sounds like he’s been taken straight from a porno as he fucks up into Eddie’s fist, his lips swollen and raw from how hard he’s bitten them. His hand grips tighter onto Eddie, creating a pain that has Eddie reeling, his own release threatening to break at any moment. Eddie’s eyes shut as Steve comes down a little more from his own high, stroking over the older man with a sick sort of smile on his face, he’s glancing between the both of you. “You should feel how hard he is honey, I just know he wishes he could cum in your pussy right now.” Your hips buck off of the bed as you pull your fingers out of yourself quickly, gliding them back up and around your clit.

“Y-yes Steve oh fuck, please, make him cum, want him to cum in me please I-” your rumbling is cut short as you spread your legs a bit more, your fingers pace growing erratic as Eddie moans. His head is leaned back against the couch, the curls that you love to pull on so much falling down over his shoulders, sweat is beading on his forehead and running down the side of his face. Steve does something that finally breaks you, leaning towards Eddie and opening his mouth. Your eyes focus hard as he sticks his tongue out, licking up from Eddie’s jaw to the side of his face before he’s pulling away, staring straight at you. “Cum. Right now. Both of you.” He demands. The both of you obey Steve’s command, your bodies giving up and at his mercy.

You’d never experienced something like this before, and you already feel addicted to it as your body shakes. You try to watch Eddie cumming too but you can’t keep your eyes open as you drift off into a blissful state, your chest heaving as you slump back against your bed, worn out. You faintly hear Steve’s voice muttering out praises as you smile happily, finally able to open your eyes. Eddie’s still leaned back against the couch, a dopey smile on his face as Steve laughs at him. “You weren’t kidding man, she’s perfect.” Eddie nods slowly like he can barely hold his head up. “We're doing this again sweetheart, if you want to of course?” You’ve never answered a question faster in your life, “Yes! please.” Eddie chuckles, slowly leaning down to pull his boxers back up. “Steve’s ticket has already been bought sweetheart he’s coming back with me.”

Oh my god. You’re doomed.

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#i read this picturing steve in that grey hoodie joe wore recently and now i'm sprawled on the floor trying to compose myself #steddie x reader

[bbyhellfire]

If there is something Eddie would do after finding you cry is giving to you his bandana. Seeing you in that way breaks his heart. You, the person who always been nice towards him, the person who always said hi to him in the hallways without caring to be judged by others, crying in front of him. He feels the urge to run towards you and comfort you but doesn't want to scare you, makes you uncomfortable. You look at him, seeing him slowly bending down in front of you, offering you his bandana to wipe away your tears from your face, hearing him apologizing for not having any tissues with him. You take it, with trambling hands as Eddie notice, thanking him with a soft voice. You end up spending the next 10 minutes sit in front of each others in silence. He is the one breaking it by asking you if you are ok, if you want to talk. You end up telling him everything, Eddie still sitting there in complete silence listening to you. It's only when you finish talking that he starts, consoling you and cracking a few jokes that make you laugh. Eddie could't be more proud of himself in that moment. He really likes your laugh.

Once you notice what time it is you quickly stood up, telling him you have to go home now. Eddie stops you, asking you to stay and watch the DnD game if you'd like. You refuse. You really have to go home now but before going, you thank him, for everything. It's only when you get home that you notice you still have his bandana in your hands. He is the only thing you can think of that night.

You approach him the next day, in the cafeteria, where you give him back his bandana all dry and clean, thanking him once again for yesterday. You both can feel his friends eyes (and some others students too) on you two, but you don't care, you can't stop looking at each others. That day he asks you to sit and have lunch with them, and maybe join them later for a campaign. This time you say yes. That day you find a new friend. A new friend that will becoming something more in a very near future.

#this is so sweet #eddie munson x reader

[bbyhellfire]

Eddie is so dramatic that every time, and i mean every single time, you don't give him attention, he acts like someone just killed him. Hand on his heart like he has just been stabbed, with him slowly falling on the ground, tongue out of his mouth. Usually it only takes you to call his name, between the chuckles, and touch his arm to bring him back to life, but one day, for your surprise, that doesn't work. He keeps standing there and while you keep saying his name, you hear him whispering in a soft voice:

"Kiss him. Only the true love kiss will break the spell."

Once you calm down from the laughs, you kiss him softly on the lips, only for him to immediately kiss you back passionately, one hand touching your cheek and another one in your hair. The kiss would have definetely lasted longer if it wasn't for the fits of laughter that gets both of you.

[bbyhellfire]

STEVE HARRINGTON Stranger Things | 3.08

[bbyhellfire]

Eddie Munson x Artist Reader (no gender/appearance defining)

500 Words - I think this is a drabble? I do know that it is an idea that got stuck in my head and wouldn't fucking leave.

C/W: Bit of smut (I mention his penis) - one line that made me screech.

(If you want to fully flesh this idea out please absolutely be my guest, I just really struggle to write sex. Takes me 20-30 business days because my shit tends to be yappin' heavy)

The painting I had in mind was this one

You know Eddie loves your hands the most when they resemble a Jackson Pollock. In the soft light of your too small apartment he likes to bring them to his face for inspection, one after another.

First searching for a shape that he can recognise, before taking his time to trace invisible lines across your dappled skin with a calloused fingertip. He meticulously connects paint dot, to paint dot, to paint dot. Hoping that at least sometimes you can feel what he sees.

Tonight as you straddle him in the stifling heat, just boxers against briefs, he finds his favourite shade of purple dashed across the knot of your right wrist. Gives it a soft kiss.

"What was this?" He murmurs, plump lips against your clammy skin.

And with its vibration it takes you a second or two to remember. To sift through the days' work like a flipbook, as an anticipatory shiver runs the length of your spine.

 "A sliver of light, reflected in her leather boots." You whisper. "Knee high."

He walks his pointer and middle finger towards the pit of your elbow like a pair of legs. Circles the joint with his hand and you gasp a little as he lets his nails dig gently into your skin.

"And this?" He asks, deliberately brushing the pad of his thumb across a blob of ochre that you hadn’t seen.

"Flowers, on her dress." You sigh. "It was a little flat just all black but I’m not sure I’m keen, honestly."

He pecks at the space for good measure but before he can straighten you latch the fingers of your free hand gently to his scratchy jawline.

 "My lips." You insist, and he does.

Slow and unhurried he tilts his head up. Lets his eyes flick down to a bead of sweat edging the crook of your mouth and with one quick dart, licks it up. And you giggle, because it tickles and because it stirs something delicious deep down in your gut.

"Salty" He smirks, before tracing the split of your lips with his tongue.

You yield, urging the hot and heavy muscle to tie a messy loop with your own. You both push into the kiss, press closer together and he lets out the loudest groan as you take a sharp nip of his lower lip between your teeth.

His arms fall heavy, yet hands deftly seek out a strong, tight grip on the soft and dimpled meat of your cheeks.

Without a word he raises you up and without asking, you know what he means. With an accidental snag of a dull fingernail against hipbone, you tug his boxers down towards his knees.

His cock kicks up as he eases you back down. Slick tip hitting the already dampened spot on your cotton underwear like a goddamn bullseye. Sending a violent quiver from cunt to crown.

He catches it and tells you as much in the way he latches onto the tender skin just below the shell of your ear.

"Just push them to the side, Sweetheart." He pleads. "I need you right fuckin’ now."

#this is so soft and intimate #eddie munson x reader

[bbyhellfire]

18+ hoes (just smut. I didn’t mean for it to be this long. Oops.)

Just thinking about Eddie cleaning up after a game of dnd. You’re plopped down in his throne watching him collect the pieces, placing them carefully in the box.

You scoot back in the chair, lifting your skirt a little higher as you do just waiting to catch his eye.

You listen as he hums to himself, watching his brown curls bounce as he moves around the large table. He’s so pretty. He always is but especially in this dim lighting, the candlelight flickering in his brown eyes every few seconds. The whole thing an attempt to have a more theatrical atmosphere was quickly turning into setting the mood for the two of you.

You keep your eyes on him, watching his every move. Your eyes land on his hands. Metal rings adorning almost every finger. Fuck, those fingers. The thought of them inside of you makes you throb. Your mind being taken back to last night. His fingers deep in your cunt, the sounds of your slick loud as he fucked into you roughly. “Squeezin’ me so tight, sweetheart.” he groaned, curling his fingers with precision. “More, Eddie. P-please.” you had screamed making him grin as he worked in a fourth finger.

“Baby?” Eddie snaps in your face, shaking you from your little trip down memory lane. Your legs are crossed, thighs clenched together tightly as Eddie’s eyes roam your body slowly.

“Fuck, you look good in there.” he breathes, trailing his fingers down the side of the chair before hovering over you. He leans in, lips meeting your ear, his breath hot against your skin as he kisses it gently.

“My queen.” he hums, his warm lips working lower, long wet kisses down your neck. His calloused fingers work their way up your thigh, his breath hitching as he reaches your pussy.

“You little slut.” he chuckles deeply as he realizes you’ve got nothing on beneath your skirt, dropping to his knees in front of you.

“Mmm.. just for you, dungeon master.” you giggle playfully as he grins up at you.

His eyes darken suddenly as he pushes your skirt up above your hips roughly. “Such a pretty pussy.” Eddie rasps as his arms wrap around your waist, swiftly pulling you toward the edge of the seat.

He starts kissing you again, his lips coming halfway up your thigh, your skin so soft, bruising easily as he nips and sucks. Eddie loves the noises you make as he gets closer and closer to the top of your legs. One of his firm hands squeeze your upper thigh hard, pulling a moan from your lips that makes his cock strain against his jeans.

He lets out a low moan as he sees exactly how wet you are. “Always so ready for me, baby.” He smiles, deciding to tease you even more. He brings one hand up to your pussy, sliding a thick finger down your slit.

"You're so wet, princess. Gonna have to clean you up, yeah?” he teases with a smirk, his finger lightly tracing over your wet lips.

"Please.” you beg as Eddie moves his middle finger between your slick folds, just barely into your dripping hole.

He ignores your plea, removing his finger instead, sliding it up higher until it brushes your clit, making your body shudder.

"Please what, sweet girl? You don’t like the way I touch you?” Eddie taunts, his pretty lips curled into a slick smile.

"I- I do, Eds. But please… please don’t-” your brain can’t focus on the words as his finger continues teasing your sensitive little clit. Not enough to get you there, just enough to drive you crazy. You huff in frustration as you lift your hips, aiming to make contact with his fingers again.

Eddie slaps your pussy roughly making your head fall back into the hard wood of the throne as a sinful moan falls from your lips. “Words, sweetheart. You want me to stop?"

"No, fuck no. Don’t tease me, Eddie. Please. Need you.”

"What do you want me to do to you baby? Tell me."

"Just- fuck Eddie stop being a tease." you whine, looking down at him once again.

He chuckles then, sending vibrations through your core, making you even more wet. "Want me to eat that pussy, baby? Suck on your clit, while I fuck you with my fingers?"

"Yes. Fuck. Please Eddie. Need your fingers. Your mouth. Fuck me." you blurt out, not caring how pathetic you sound.

He licks his lips once, wetting them before he’s spreading your knees farther apart. He kisses your pussy. Small kisses at first. Teasing you further until you grip his chocolate curls, almost yanking them as you press him deeper into you. He picks up his tempo, sloppy wet kisses, moaning into you as he practically makes out with your pretty pussy.

"Oh fuck, j-just like that baby.” you chuckle breathlessly, keeping your eyes on him, finally getting the attention your pussy was aching for.

You bring your ankles around his shoulders, pulling him in even closer as his fingers dig into the plush skin of your ass. His long tongue dips in between your soaked folds, licking a long stripe from your hole back up to your clit. Sliding his tongue all around your pussy, tasting you, exploring every part before landing back on your entrance.

“You’re fucking leaking for me, pretty girl.” Eddie groans, his cock twitching, seeing you so wet for him only making him more feral.

He shoves his tongue in your pussy then, slowly pulling it out, making you gasp as he works it back inside, swirling it all around, coating his tongue with your sweetness.

Your eyes flutter shut uncontrollably as he continues tongue fucking you until you’re squirming around, almost slipping out of the chair causing Eddie’s fingers to cling to your hips, holding you in place. A grip so tight there were sure to be marks left behind.

“Eddie, Eddie please. Want more.” You breathe, a needy moan escaping as his tongue works back up to your clit, two fingers suddenly being pushed inside you, pumping roughly in and out of your tight pussy.

“Yes! Fuck!” you squeal as you take a tighter hold on his brown locks, bucking your hips, practically riding his fingers as he locks onto your clit, sucking roughly. You force your eyes open long enough to see Eddie’s brown ones watching you carefully, his plump lips still wrapped around your puffy clit, his free hand palming his cock through his jeans.

“Y-you look so pretty on your knees for me.” you purr, the unsuspected dominance surprising both you and Eddie, making his eyes roll into his head as his hand continues working in and out, slipping in a third finger as he fucks your drenched pussy with even more eagerness.

“You like that?” you test, your chest rising and falling rapidly as he brings you closer and closer. Eddie nods quickly, your clit still locked between his lips, his brown eyes looking up at you like a lost puppy.

“Feels so good, baby. Don’t fuckin’ stop. Wanna be a good boy and make me cum?” you push even further, Eddie loving every second of it, moaning loudly into your pussy. He pops off your clit, his lips glistening with your arousal.

“Yes. Anything for you. Fuck.” he pants breathlessly, his fingers driving into you at an insane pace, your back arching as you feel your body going higher and higher.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” you barely manage to choke out before you lose control, your pussy clenching around his fingers, soaking his hand completely.

“Fuck yes. Cum for me, princess. Look so pretty when you cum.” Eddie praises before his face is back between your thighs, his tongue flicking over your clit again, sending even more pleasure throughout your body as you jerk against him, riding out every second of your orgasm.

Eddie slowly removes his fingers, replacing them with his tongue as he cleans you up, your body shivering with every soft lick of his warm tongue.

Your thighs squeeze around his head as he dips his tongue inside one last time, drawing out every bit of your cum that he could.

He stands up kissing you roughly, making you taste yourself all over his tongue before he brings his fingers to your lips, slipping them into your mouth. You meet his eyes as you slowly suck them clean.

“I’m fucking obsessed with you.” Eddie mumbles drunkenly as you swirl your tongue around his fingers. You push him off of you lightly, standing up from the chair before shoving him down in your place. You can see the outline of his hard cock making you bite your lip as you drop to your knees, reaching for his belt buckle.

“Let me show you how obsessed I am with you, Eddie.”

#the ending with the ‘I’m obsessed with you’ lines #omg yes please #Eddie deserves a partner who is obsessed with him #eddie munson x reader