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i might need a part 2 on this one because it was TOO good 🥺

'can i borrow your bed?'

perv!eddie x reader

summary: you just got your first vibrator and are eager to try it out, but your house has thin walls and no privacy. luckily, your best friend eddie has graciously offered his room to you.

warnings: masturbation (f and m), use of a dildo (obviously), mutual pining, a lil bit of voyeurism.

a/n: here you go, lovelies. especially @prettyboyeddiemunson who encourages my dirty thoughts and @izzyxplr (if anyone else wants to be tagged in future stuff just let me know) <3

You knocked on the door. It was the first time in years that you'd done that. Wayne insisted on you just walking in and making yourself at home, and as for Eddie, he was either listening to or making music way too loud to hear your tapping. One time, you had to go to his open window and throw an empty soda can at him to get his attention.

You prayed he'd have just as hard a time hearing you today.

As you waited for Eddie to answer the door, you wondered if you had time to go back to your car and drive off. It was too much to ask. He'd just said yes to be nice, but really he was uncomfortable. It had come up after you'd both been smoking... maybe a little more than you should have. You were pent up, irritated.

"You know, I haven't had sex in over a year."

He'd burst out laughing.

"Poor you, Y/N. Me neither."

"I'm so frustrated I actually bought a vibrator. Not that I've had the chance to use it."

Eddie had perked up at that. You parents were always home, either one or the other. And that thing was loud. It was borderline pornographic; even the buzz of it turned you on. The only reason you'd told Eddie about your little problem was the slim chance that he might take pity on you. God, so desperate you'd take a pity fuck from your best friend? Then again, you'd accept any reason he had for him to touch you.

One thing had led to another, like most things did with the two of you, and the night had ended in Eddie offering you the privacy of his own room. And you'd accepted.

Eddie opened the door, looking as if he had been in the middle of something. A thin sheen of sweat covered him. He had his dark curls pulled back into a messy bun, strands clinging to his throat. He was wearing a beaten white tee, the sleeves ripped off, and a pair of stonewashed jeans torn at the knees. He flashed you a smile.

"You're early. Are you that eager?"

It might have been just a joke -- everything was a joke with him -- but you still felt your cheeks heat up at the accusation. It was all you could think about that morning, your new vibrator weighing heavy in your bag. You had a little knot in your belly, which flipped and clenched with anticipation. Every bump in the road to his trailer sent shocks through you and made you clench your thighs.

"I, uh..." You cleared your throat.

Eddie stepped aside, letting you in. "Sorry," he laughed, shutting the door behind you. "Didn't mean to make things awkward. You're still alright with this, yeah?"

You nodded. "Only if you are."

He shoved one hand in his pocket while the other gestured over his shoulder with his thumb. "Well, I'm planning a long walk around the neighbourhood. See whose Christmas decorations are still up and all that. And I'll be in good company." He withdrew a new pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "So, take as long as you need."

"I'll keep the door locked until I'm done. Deal?"

He seemed so nonchalant. So cool about something that was very much not cool. You gripped the strap of your bag with both hands as he nodded and tugged his sneakers on.

"Deal," he said. "And relax, will you?"

"Huh?"

Eddie grinned and opened the new pack. "You're shaking like a leaf, Y/N. If you wanna have a good time, you have to relax. Nobody's walking in on you, okay?"

You took a deep breath. He was right. "Okay."

He put a cigarette between his lips and stepped outside. You heard the door lock behind, and it shook in its frame when he tested it to make sure it was shut firm. You wasted no time, stepping out of your shoes and heading to his bedroom.

It seemed you had interrupted something. You'd never seen Eddie's room so clean. His records were in their sleeves and placed in boxes, his cassettes stacked, and the bed -- God, it was made. You half expected to throw the comforter back to find rose petals and a bottle of champagne. Tingles rushed through you. He really did care about you having a good time.

You undressed, first quickly, stumbling out of your skirt. Then you took a breath. Relax. You undid your shirt, spending time on each button, feeling your skin as you exposed inch after inch. You shivered under your own touch. Over a month of trying to find the privacy. Finally, it was time.

You sat down on the edge of his bed and slipped one hand into your bag. It wasn't large or gaudy. You wanted something compact, subtle. Something gentle for your first toy. And this was perfect. You turned it on and off, testing the three intensity settings, your thighs clenching at the sound of it. You flopped down onto your back. Head against his pillows. You forced yourself to put the toy down beside you, feeling yourself first. Hands skating up your sides, down your thighs, over your tits, scratching your nails over your bra cups.

Hopefully, it's a long walk.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

It had been five minutes and one cigarette before Eddie came sprinting back to the trailer. Sure, he knew that Y/N was in there and needed privacy. But what if Wayne came back early? He had a key and every right to be there. Eddie cringed at the thought of his uncle walking in and hearing... that. Y/N would never forgive him.

So he came running back, deciding to guard the trailer until you unlocked the door. He parked himself on the front step, elbows on his knees, and waited.

Eddie tried to think about his plans for that night. The guys were getting together for a practice sesh at five, and he still needed to finish hammering out the last details for Hellfire's next session. They'd leveled up, and he wanted something to test their mettle.

But the more he tried not to think about you in there, the more his mind turned to it.

How could he say no to you? It was a terrible problem to have -- one he never had to worry about, given how often Wayne was gone. More than that, you were his best friend. And even more than that...

Eddie rubbed his chin. The thought of you laying in his bed, writhing, moaning, pumping that vibrator in and out of your hot, soaked --

He shut his eyes. No. He wouldn't think about that. It wasn't right, in fact it was selfish, using the opportunity to think of you that way. Not that thinking of you that way was anything new to him. But just the thought had desire stirring deep in his belly, his face heating up. He stood up, stretching. Maybe he could walk around the trailer, keep his mind off of it.

But as he rounded the far side, where his trailer faced the woods that stood between the park and the main road, he heard it. That singular buzzing that made his heart stutter and his cock twitch. Unmistakable. He found himself beside the window to his bedroom, the thin drapes drawn but the window cracked open to let out the stifling heat.

Eddie stopped. It was wrong, so, so wrong. But that only made it more fun. He had his back to the trailer, and turned his head just a fraction of an inch. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see your silhouette, stretched languid on the bed.

And you were... Oh, God.

You let the tip brush your nipple, which stiffened to a hard peak at the vibrating touch. You let out a gasp, your free hand playing with your other tit as you circled your nipple with the vibrator. It was on the lowest setting, and already it sent thrills through you. It wasn't the same, but you imagined someone's tongue teasing your stiff peak. Licking, flicking, twisting, biting.

His ringed fingers on your sides, keeping you still.

Fuck. You didn't want to think about Eddie. But you were surrounded by him. His clothes, his music, is scent. You turned your head, your nose pressing into his pillow, inhaling the smell of his shampoo. God, it was wrong. But it felt so good.

You couldn't hold back any longer. One hand grazed down your body until you reached your clit, two fingers spreading your folds. You were already so wet, but you needed more. You brought the vibrator to your lips and dipped it into your mouth, wetting it, as far as your throat would allow. You moaned around it, pretending it was him.

And the second you withdrew it, you touched it to your clit and gasped.

Electric shocks shot through you, a wave of pleasure rising and crashing over you. You let out a groan that turned into a sigh. You spread your legs wider, lifting your clitoral hood and grazing it again, this time just on the side. You couldn't control the moan that fell from your lips. You cunt clenched around nothing, begging for something to squeeze.

Soon, you promised yourself, forcing your ass back down onto the bed -- when had you lifted it? You circled your clit, one way and then the other, pausing where it felt the best. Knots tightened and undid in your belly, your heart racing. It felt as good as an orgasm, and you weren't even close to finishing.

Everything fell away from your consciousness. All you could focus on was that feeling, that buzzing, clenching, gushing, convulsing between your legs.

Eddie had his back against the trailer, palming himself through his jeans. He'd tried to resist, to keep that one boundary uncrossed. But the second you shoved that toy in your mouth and moaned around it, he went from semi- to rock-hard in less than three seconds and had to relieve some of the pressure.

He bit down on his lip, forcing back a groan as he rolled his hips, grinding into his hand. You had your back arched, your chest heaving, perfect tits catching the slat of sunlight that peeked in.

"Oh my God," you exhaled, the pitch of your moans growing higher, higher. "Oh my God, ohmygod..."

Eddie tipped his head back, eyes shut now. He didn't have to watch anymore -- God help him if he was caught. All he needed were the sounds you were making. Your quick, gasping breaths. Your groans, your cusses, your panting. The buzz of the vibrator as it went up one setting.

"Fu-fuck!" you stammered. "God, yes."

Eddie wanted to burst in. To bust open the door and climb on top of you, to show you that if you thought that was good, his mouth could do even better. He licked his lips and squeezed his erection through his pants, aching for more friction.

"More," you gasped, begging yourself to push further. Eddie turned his head and opened his eyes.

You slid the vibrator between your folds, and with a little stinging that quickly turned from pain to pleasure, pushed it inch by delicious inch inside of you. You couldn't decide whether to spread your legs further or squeeze them together. Your knees buckled, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

Your toes curled, one hand clenching the sheets as you dipped the vibrator in and out, slowly, savouring the filthy, wet sounds.

You didn't mean to picture him. But being stretched like that, laying back in his bed, knowing that he knew just what you were doing at that moment, you couldn't help but imagine him leaning over you, grunting with every slow, hard thrust --

"Eddie," you whispered, turning back to muffle your cries in a pillow as white-hot pleasure exploded in your belly and rippled out from you, making your whole body go fuzzy. You slammed the button, forcing the vibrator to its highest setting as you rode out wave after wave as it crashed over you.

All at once, it was too much. Your whole body twitched, overstimulated. You turned the vibrator off and, slowly, pulled out. Wetness gushed between your legs and -- unbeknownst to you -- pooled on the bed.

Lick it. God, please lick it. Half of him was ashamed of the thought, but the other half chanted it like a prayer. Eddie covered his mouth, biting a knuckle as you lifted the vibrator to your lips once again, swallowing it.

"Fuck," he breathed.

You laid there for a few moments, and he could hear you catching your breath. He slipped a hand into his pants, fighting back a moan at the contact and readjusting himself so that he didn't have an obvious boner when you answered the door.

It felt like hours before you unlocked the door, and he was halfway through another cigarette, sitting on the step, when you did. He glanced over his shoulder. Cool, be cool.

"Was it everything they say it is?"

You nodded, and did that cute thing where you tucked your chin down to hide your smile.

"Thanks again," you said, but he barely heard you. You said your goodbyes, and your legs wobbled as you walked back to your car.

If it were up to him, you wouldn't be able to walk at all.

The second you drove off, he stamped out his cigarette and went inside. It was cooler in the trailer, but his skin was burning hot. His shirt was off before he even got to the bedroom. He went over to his records, ready to put one on to mute the sounds he'd make just in case Wayne came home.

Then he stopped. Eddie's gaze slid to his bed, a record in his hands. There was a wet spot on his bed.

Fuck. This was bad. Disgusting.

His pants and boxers pooled at his feet, one knee on the bed, one hand balancing him while he stroked his cock. His tip was bright red, swollen, and soaked. The bed was still warm in places, especially the wet spot. He ground into it, one hand gathering the sheets to rut into them.

Eddie shut his eyes, imagining you cumming around his cock. Soaking it. He let out a high-pitched moan, gnawing at his lower lip at the thought of you licking your juices off of his cock.

He had both knees on the bed now, holding the sheets around his erection, moving his hips as if he were slamming into you. He replayed your moans in his head, every oh God and more. Just minutes earlier, you were here, soaking his sheets.

That thought undid him. Eddie choked on his next moan, hips stuttering as thick ropes of cum shot out, ruining his sheets even more. He let the sheets fall, looking at the mess he'd made but not seeing it. All Eddie could see was you, laying underneath him, mouth open and tongue out.

Let me lick it. God, please, let me lick it.

#oh wow #that was something #eddie munson fic #fic rec #eddie x reader

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#Eddie the banished poet

#i love him your honor #eddie munson #my baby #my tall boy

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broke: eddie munson has handcuffs in his room cause he likes kinky sex

woke: eddie munson has handcuffs in his room because he was once arrested by officer Callahan for possession of marijuana at a halloween party they busted his junior year, but as soon as Callahan sat him on the pavement and turned around, Eddie jumped up and hauled ass into the forest until he reached the trailer park. His uncle had to pick the lock to get them off his dumbass nephew (making eddie swear to 1. never ask how his uncle knew how to pick locks and 2. never get fucking arrested again) Eddie kept the handcuff’s as a memoir of the night he outran the Hawkins Police Department.

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not me creating this to force me to actually write of all this stories 💀

all the world's a stage - an eddie munson x reader collection

⋆ a collection of one-shots, inspired by william shakespeare and featuring our beloved eddie munson.

⋆ a/n: as my username suggests, i am a huge fan of the bard. i just could not resist the temptation to put my eternal love for his writing to good use by using his works as an inspiration for eddie x reader fics. if you wish to be put on the taglist for this series, please let me know. i hope you will enjoy reading it just as much as i enjoyed writing it!!

⋆ if d&d be the food of love, play on (coming soon)

when lucas leaves hawkins (and hellfire) for spring break, dustin and mike turn to the only person they'd trust as a sub: you. it's a shame that hellfire has one very strict rule: no girls allowed. but in times of adversity, one must sometimes pretend to be a teenage boy in order to help their friends, even if that means spending the next two weeks way too close to their long-lasting crush: eddie freakin munson. (inspired by twelfth night, contains reader pretending to be a boy, eddie munson being totally oblivious, mutual pining, a bit of angst and a very happy ending)

⋆ my only love, my only hate (coming soon)

a masquerade party? that's the lamest thing eddie has ever heard of. but still, he came, disguised as a knight, for the sole purpose of making money and enjoying free drinks. that is until he lays eyes on the most beautiful angel he's ever seen and suddenly this party doesn't seem so boring. he's a freak, you're a cheerleader but tonight, under the masks, you can be whoever you wish to be. (inspired by romeo & juliet and the 1996 movie, contains love at first sight, romance and eddie being a huge flirt)

⋆ cupid's trap (coming soon)

you hate eddie munson, he hates you back and you're both perfectly content with the situation. but when your cousin nancy starts dating his friend steve, your mutual hatred puts a damper on their dreams of double dates. so, they decide to turn this mutual hatred into something a bit more exciting. because sometimes love can spring from the most unexpected places. (inspired by much ado about nothing, contains your typical ennemies to lovers trope, nancy and steve being matchmakers, sexual tension and repressed feelings)

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i hate when other people are funnier than me.

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all the world's a stage - an eddie munson x reader collection

⋆ a collection of one-shots, inspired by william shakespeare and featuring our beloved eddie munson.

⋆ if d&d be the food of love, play on (coming soon)

⋆ my only love, my only hate (coming soon)

⋆ cupid's trap (coming soon)

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fics #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie x you #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #eddie munson ff #william shakespeare #shakespeare inspired #fanfiction #one shots #x reader #shakespearianne

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im literally going to kill myself

#i was 17 in 2014 #boy let me tell you it was WILD

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𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

tags: 18+ very graphic smut, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, dom!eddie, bratty!reader, squirting, anal play, angry jealous sex, garage sex, throatfucking, angst, aftercare, fluffy ending

summary: following the events of good boy, eddie finds himself conflicted about your relationship. when he catches a case of the jealousy bug, eddie just has to show you how much you actually mean to him.

note: thank you for the love on good boy! this can be read as a oneshot, but i do highly recommend reading its predecessor here!

Eddie is on cloud fucking nine. He can’t get enough of you. Not really. Five out of his seven days are spent in the fantasyland that is the suburban neighborhood of Hawkins, the remaining two saved for warm nights downtown together — wind in your hair as you’d lean out the window of the van that has become a near-second home, tired eyes shut in bliss, Eddie’s hand on your thigh or, occasionally, your smaller hand on his.

Kisses at the red-light. Kisses at a stop sign. Kisses when Eddie has to pull over to the side of the highway after you’d arch a brow and let the words “road head?�� spill from your mischievous, grinning lips.

You insatiable girl, he’d growl out.

To which, you’d reply: My good boy.

There’s something different in your friendship — or, relationship? He doesn’t know what this is, but he knows that it’s real. And maybe that’s what confuses him the most, that this arrangement lives outside of those stark white-picket fences, more than just hot afternoons on the yard or late evenings inside the back of the van. Still just as perfect as the day he looked at you, really looked at you.

Mine?

He can’t call you that. But he can call you a plethora of things. Sweetheart. Laid out on the hood of your car or back arching against crumpled blankets, knees tucked to your hickey-tattered breasts as Eddie sinks his cock into your puffy cunt after three already tantalizing rounds, he’ll call you sweetheart then. Baby. Your mouth bobbing up and down his shaft, tears blurring your vision as Eddie shoves your stubborn head further, the light curls of his happy trail tickling your nose as you spend minutes of torturous pleasure gagging wetly around his base and balls till you can’t breathe, he’ll whimper out a desperate baby then.

Honey. Babe. Slut. Minx. Doll. Angel.

Eddie can call you many things, but he cannot call you his. Just as you cannot call him yours, as much as he dreams of you doing so. As much as he’d let you. You wouldn’t even need to ask.

But maybe there’s hope for him. After all, you couldn’t possibly just be fucking him just to fuck him, right?

Or perhaps, is he that stupid for thinking he actually stands a legitimate chance with the girl next door? In an arrangement that consisted more than fucking, than meeting at night, than sneaking out behind your parents’ back because he’s a bad rap?

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins who deserves dates at Enzo’s rather than quick stops at twenty-four hour diners, who deserves more than rusty vans and makeshift beds in the backseat, who deserves more than stick-and-poke tattoos and drugstore cologne. The girl next door who deserves more than a metalhead who works at a record store and lives in a goddamn trailer park.

Eddie is eternally fucked.

He is also even more eternally fucked because he knows there’s a large part of him that can’t even fathom the idea of you with another guy. Another boy who’d spent five out of his seven days with you in the suburbs. Another boy who’d act like he knew your body as well as Eddie did — and Eddie knows your body, knows how much pressure you need on your clit to cum, knows what kind of kisses makes you desperately press your tits against his chest, knows how to angle your leg just above your head so he can hit that favorite gushy spot, knows how to calm you down with snacks and beer after just one orgasm or three.

He can feel the last weeks of summer dwindling down.

Yet, the sun is still attuned to a blinding wash of golden, the birds loud, grass still greener on this side of Hawkins.

And you still take Eddie’s breath away everytime you walk down that front porch. Denim shorts, a studded belt that’s actually become yours more than his, a black Corroded Coffin tank and that damned pair of red Chucks… but yeah, you’re totally not his girlfriend.

So why is he seething at the visual of you bent over the hood of your car, sudsy sponge in hand as you scrub at your new Corvette while Steve fucking Harrington hovers around you like an irritating fly around forbidden fruit?

Except, is it forbidden if he knows exactly how it tastes?

Fuck. Eddie’s fist clenches around the steering wheel of his van, knuckles turning alabaster as you make — what he assumes — a variation of your witty one-liners that causes Steve to throw his head back in a booming laugh, so loud that it echoes through the bustling streets of young children riding their bikes and playing hopscotch.

You’re funny. But not that funny.

Eddie knows you’re allowed to have friends. He knows that. He also knows that Steve Harrington isn’t a threat. They’re buddies for Ozzy’s sake, but could you even blame him?

Harrington, who was the star of the highschool basketball team. Harrington, who lives two blocks down in a fancy two-story house with a fucking pool. Harrington, who’s popular with all the ladies and has charisma like a true gentleman. Harrington, who is the definition of Hawkins’ beloved boy next door.

And what a perfect pair you two could be if Eddie just removed himself from the equation.

“Boo!”

You slam your palm against the van’s windshield, chuckling heartily with crossed arms as Eddie jumps at the sudden disturbance. There’s a youthful crinkle by your eyes, lashes fluttering wildly against your cheeks as the dark-haired brunette scoffs at you and cranks the window down with a flexing jaw. “The hell, Y/N…”

You giggle at the slight twinge of irritation in Eddie’s tone of voice, wringing your fingers together against your stomach as you playfully narrow your eyes at him accusingly. “Were you spying on us, Munson?” A gasp falls from your rose-tinted lips. “And here I was thinking we finally got over that phase.”

Bashfully, he massages the nape of his neck. “Well, when you’re bending over the hood like that…”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?” You fire back immediately, bouncing on the balls of your feet as you regard him affectionately with a knowing smirk. “Am I under… arrest for just trying to clean my oh-so-dirty car?” Your face scrunches into a theatrical worry, “Damnit, will I be serving time, mister?”

Maybe you are that funny.

“You really wanna hear the damage?” Eddie winces, slowly reaching over and tucking a wisp of hair behind your ear, bright dopey irises following the movement of your pursed lips. “Tsk, it’s not looking good for you, ma’am. Five years on one count of bribery. Another five on one count of indecent exposure. Under the state of sex and drugs, I hereby must declare you guilty of all two counts, miss Y/N. Behind bars you go!”

You bite your tongue, the muscle poking from between your front teeth as you prop your forearm up on the window and rest your chin on it. He could absolutely kiss you right now. Kiss you in front of Harrington. Kiss you in front of the whole damn town and make his worries all go away. Kiss you until the entire universe knows you’re his.

“You won’t even let me make a statement?” You whisper airily, voice rasping through your permanent fixture of a giddy smile as you hold Eddie’s gaze, tiptoeing so that your level with his eyes.

“Another three for coercion, woman.”

“So it’s working, then?” You quirk your head at him curiously, lips twitching with excitement. “And since when were you… so in tune with the law, Eds?”

He brushes a relaxed knuckle over your cheek. “Never said I was, sweetheart. Just on the watch for dangerous girls like you, yeah? Total heartbreakers.”

That shuts you up.

Eddie’s heart blossoms at your falter, the slight part in your lips as a shaky sigh leaves you and fills the intimate air. It’s warranted — given that you’ve been nonstop fuck buddies for the past couple months already. There hasn’t been a day where he hasn't touched you in some heated, loving manner. Although, maybe you’re confusing loving with sensual. Who knows?

You step back, recovering from your flustered speechlessness before you’re making a beeline for your car. “You gonna come out and say hi, Metallica? Or are you just gonna keep watchin’ from there?”

And to Eddie’s dismay, Steve is still propped against the side of your Corvette, honey eyes squinting past the sunlight as he watches the metalhead finally take reluctant steps to your driveway.

“Hey, man! What’s up?” He wants to play friendly? Oh, he’ll play friendly then. Steve claps a gentle hand against Eddie’s shoulder, grinning widely. “You taking Dustin to the arcade today, or am I?”

“Nah, nah. I just…” Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, stuffing his clammy palms into his back pockets with one eye shut. “… was in the area. Wanted to, uh, you know… just drop off some records for Y/N. Huge sale at the store today.”

“Yeah? Shit, might stop by.”

“Oh, yeah. Totally.”

Totally not.

The conversation doesn’t get much better from there. In fact, Steve nearly ignores him for the rest of the time being as the yellow-shirt fiend follows you around your car like a dumb, lost puppy. Eyes drifting over the sweaty back of your neck as you reach over the hood, tongue darting out to lick his lips as you mindlessly wipe at the soap on your arms or your legs while chatting him up.

Eddie knows desire and he sees it clear as the goddamn day on Harrington’s stupid face. He knows his friend means no harm, that this — whatever this is — is far from a competition, just two guys with a similar admiration for a pretty, smart-mouthed girl.

Fuck off, man. Anyone but her.

Eventually, Steve leaves. Something about Robin still not having her license and needing a ride to this girl’s house. But his stay lingers for more than it should and god, is it painful to watch. A quick, cheeky hug, arms encircling your waist. A blushing cheek nuzzling the top of your head. A giggly whisper to your ear that makes you laugh hard into his neck. A soft exchange of ‘I’ll see you soon.’ and ‘Call me, Y/N.’

You pull the garage door down behind you.

And somehow, you’re still able to turn to Eddie and look at him as if that whole interaction wasn’t a total slap in the face. Hands on your hips as you approach him, sponge discarded on the roof of the car, dimples tugging at your cheeks as you lean beside him — almost nostalgic as the first day you spoke — and cross your ankles out in front of you with a questioning tilt of your head.

“You’re quiet.” Your elbow nudges him. “That’s a first.”

He scoffs exasperatedly under his breath, fiddling with the chain across his belt loops with a self-wallowing shrug. “Mm, well, there wasn’t much room for me to talk back there.”

You watch him, smile fading awkwardly as you pick at your nails. “Okaaay, um…”

“I had no idea that you and Steve were even close. Let alone… talked to each other. I mean, should’ve… should’ve expected it given you two live in this fairytale bubble together.” He laughs, dry and far from genuine.

There’s a heavy, uncomfortable tension that hangs in the air. Wafting between the two of you. Filling the empty gap between your anxious bodies. It irks you. His tone, the dull edge of it. The screech of nails against chalkboard.

You itch at the bridge of your nose, glancing away when Eddie turns to look at you. “We’re just friends. Always have been.”

Always have been. He should have known. Always have been — even when you were fucking, even when he took you to those diners and searched for you backstage at his tiny gigs, even when he taught you how to drive in his janky van, even when he made all those mixtapes for you.

All of that just to get an always have been, while Eddie himself remains a never will be.

“Fuck…” He chuckles venomously, wiping his hands on his thighs as he storms off towards the garage, while you follow hot behind his aggravated trail. “Okay, Y/N.”

Why did he ever get his hopes up?

“Is there — hey, what is your goddamn problem, Eddie?” You pull at his shoulder, scowling as he pries himself away from your touch like you’ve burned him. It baffles you, eyebrows falling in a blunt unfathomable line as Eddie sends you a look that can only mean: don’t. Don’t what? Don’t care? Don’t talk to me? Don’t speak? “What’s gotten into you? We were fine earlier, no?”

“I dunno, you tell me.”

“I-Is this about Harrington? Eddie, I don’t even know why you’re upset… listen, me and Steve are literally just friends, I told you before and I’m telling you again.” A dry laugh slips out of you, “There’s just — we share a lot in common, okay? He lives, like, just down the road, we were in sixth grade together, our parents get along, he — get this — he likes The Cure, and it’s just… we just work. Friends, end of story.”

“And us?”

“Us.” You repeat. Borderline incredulous. Perplexed. “I’m so confused right now. Hold on—“

“What does all… that make us?” Eddie turns quickly on his heels, closing the gap between the two of you as he gestures passionately with raised brows, lips tugging into a poisonous laugh. “Because it sounds like we’re just having fun and wasting each other’s time, Y/N.”

You gape at him, widening your eyes and tilting your chin up in defiance. “Isn’t that exactly what we’re fucking doing?” You snarl, canines on display as you poke at his sternum. He inhales deeply, watching the ferocity in your gaze heighten. “I don’t know if you’ve ever realized, but I am not your girlfriend, not some fantasy that—“

“Don’t.” He interrupted with a growling snap, your ego rising progressively with the determination to defend yourself.

“You can use to escape…”

“Really? Christ, really? What, like you haven’t been playing pretend with me either? When you have this — this perfect life with a perfect car and your perfect prince charming and your perfect neighborhood.” Eddie drawls mockingly, stretching the dramatics of his voice for emphasis. You hold each other’s stare, eyes coated with a film of indignation. “What’s the perfect girl next door wanna do with me anyways…”

Your face falls, breath hitching in your throat as you feel your chest tighten immensely. “You’re being mean, Eds.”

“Open your eyes, Y/N!” He retaliates with a menacing step forward, head tipping to watch the flicker of emotions across your daunting features. “You basically said it yourself. That Steve has everything that I-I don’t and if that’s what you want…”

“Is that what you really think of me?”

Oh.

He’s hurt you.

In an effort to spew out all of his own doubts, his feelings, his insecurities, Eddie wounded you. Had he not realized the weight of his words? The loaded gun he had been waving around all this time, letting himself snap only for you to get caught in the crossfire of his (valid) fears? He’s fucked up. Royally. And judging by the quiver in your bottom lip, the welling tears of frustration in your eyes, the bitter frown that’s taken over your once sweet-smile, he’s struck a bad nerve.

A harsh blizzard in the summertime. A rainy day while the sun shines. A thunderstorm amongst a blue sky. Beauty in the madness.

Even when you’re angry, you devastate him.

“Sweetheart…”

You keep him at arm’s length. Guarded. Distant. The walls he had been so eager to break at the beginning of summer had rebuilt themselves right in front of him without difficulty as you looked away, pained. “Don’t sweetheart me.”

“I got… listen, I got carried away back there and I just…”

“Fuck you, Eddie.”

All clarity has left his head. He’s too far gone into this, too deep into the grave he dug for himself, six feet under and somehow he still keeps digging and digging.

What’s a little more salt to an already open wound?

Eddie stalks over towards you with a chilling swiftness, invading your personal space and trapping you against the hood of your car. “Fuck me, huh? Yeah, cause that’s what you do best, Y/N.” He repeats sarcastically, the words dripping from his quirked lips and seeping into the warmth of your skin.

His voice holds a rasp to it, one that makes your body react in ways that are neither appropriate or helpful. Get a goddamn grip.

“Yeah? Sorry, am…” You challenge, feeling Eddie’s body drive into yours. Can’t get distracted. Can’t. It’s wrong, especially when your argument is — oh, he’s hard. His erection throbs against your thigh, stiff denim pressing against naked skin. “… am I the one who’s too pussy to put a label on whatever the hell this is?”

“I’m the pussy?” He pushes. You push back. “Says the spoiled little princess who has to sneak out at night because she’s scared mommy and daddy are gonna find out she’s been messing around with someone other than prince charming.” He bites out cruelly. “Who’s the pussy now?”

No backing out this time.

“And yet, you seem to have a lotta trouble staying away from a tight, wet cunt and a girl who’ll suck you off.”

“Oh, fuck off, Y/N.” The heavy aggression makes the hairs on your arms prickle, the inherent awareness that Eddie has you trapped, nowhere to escape this poisonous confrontation, makes you squeeze your thighs together.

He exhales raggedly, recovering from the large blow that you just threw at him.

“Did I stutter?”

He blinks at you. “You’re a real sweetheart, you know that?” You almost growl, a cruel laugh slipping past your lips in an effort to say — don’t even try me, but Eddie’s turning you around forcefully and bending you at the waist with a hand between your shoulder blades, the other hovering over your ass before you can even say anything. “A tight cunt, huh? Is that what you wanna be? Just a tight, wet cunt for me to use whenever I fucking want because I’m — what was it again? — too pussy to put a label on this?”

“Munson, don’t you fucking—“ You glare at him over your shoulder, gasping as he tugs your shorts down and warms his palm over your outer thigh, leisurely bringing it over a soft ass cheek before a loud, erotic slap fills the garage.

The surprised moan that leaves your body betrays you.

The fucking audacity of him to spank you? After all of that? After everything you just spewed at each other?

Eddie fucking laughs in your ear, studying the way you take your fleshy bottom lip between your teeth and a wave of embarrassment floods your face. “I bet you’re soaked right now. Bet you’re getting off on how upset I am with you, sweetheart. That’s kinda fucked up, don’t you think?” His knee nudges itself between your thighs, the cool edge of the car digging into your stomach while a familiar needy heat fills your cunt. “Yeah, I fucking know you.”

He knows you.

You stand your ground, holding your nose up high even as he sensually traces the lacy trim of your panties with haunting fingertips. “M’not your s-sweetheart. Or your princess, you know.”

He hums, nodding his head slowly as he runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Oh, you’re not? M’not my little slut either then, huh?” He strikes you again, your bruised hips jerking forward against the hood with a subdued whimper, palms splaying out helplessly on the metal beneath you as you thrash in his grasp. Your ass stings with every strike to your cheeks, reddened and sore with the force of his wide open palm. “Insatiable fuckin’ girl, how much more can you take? How much more till you realize how much I… fuck…”

Till you realize what?

A gasp rips right out of your throat when he roughly pulls your panties down the swell of your ass. His hands come to spread your thighs to reveal the slick between your folds, a testament to your hidden arousal as another slap comes down to your puffy lips, leaving his palm wet and shiny.

You muffle your merciful whining with a groan, knowing full well that you shouldn’t be enjoying this, this stupid fucking foreplay, this stupid masculine show of dominance, being turned on shouldn’t have even crossed your mind in the first place.

Men.

You jeer at him over your shoulder, teeth baring like an animal when he grabs onto a fistful of your hair, arching your back up from the car as he mocks your own gasps against your ear. “Very mature of you.“

“I’m not the one who’s practically dripping on my thigh right now, babe.”

“Yeah? Well, your cock seems pretty happy to see it.”

Eddie shoves you back down onto the hood, releasing his suffocating hold on your hair with a disgruntled hum. You push your ass back against his erection, feeling him grip your waist harshly for leverage.

You must be purple all over, darkest at where he bruises you. Not that you’d complain. He’s done worse.

“Fuck, s-stop that, Y/N.”

“Taste of your own medicine.”

“Stop it.”

“You literally spanked me.” You bite out while he takes a painful hold of your wrists, twisting you to face him despite your struggling efforts. He’s seething, messy bangs cascading in front of his face as he looks down at you through long lashes, jaw clenched visibly. “You spanked me, Eddie.”

Yet god, does he look good.

But, no. You’re furious. You’re bubbling with absolute distaste for the boy in front of you. So angry, that you can’t help but scowl as your own hands fly out towards his heavy buckle, chains jingling against his thigh as your dexterous fingers undo his belt.

His nose nudges desperately against yours, panting against your parted wet lips as you roughly press your forehead to his with a pained expression. “How is it you can be a total asshole but I still…” You speak through gritted teeth, cut off by a guttural groan from Eddie when you reach into his boxers and take his velvety, stiffening cock into your hand. “… still want to fuck the shit out of you?”

“Y-Yeah?” He cups your cheek, firmly dragging his thumb down your bottom lip and watching it bounce back into its natural place. “Fuck, too stubborn to even say you want me.” He dips his finger between your lips, studying the way your cheeks hollow out instantly to suck the digit, your warm tongue coating it in thick, stringy saliva with a muffled moan.

There, you see a piece of the kind metalhead you met that one summer day.

You nip at his thumb, smiling when he hisses at the sensation and pulls away. “I’m already getting on my goddamn knees, Munson. Just shut the fuck up and let me do what I want.”

“Always doing what she wants… typical.”

“This is the part where you say...” You sink to the concrete, looking up at him with narrowed eyes as you tug his pants all the way down. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sorry for being a fuckin’ dick who doesn’t know the first thing about communication.” You shove his boxers down to his ankles, nipping at his thighs before you’re running your wet lips across the side of his shaft with a whiny, teasing drawl. “I’m so sorry for getting absolutely mad at you for no goddamn reason. I’m sorry for calling you a spoiled brat. I’m sorry for putting you up on a stupid fucking pedestal. I’m sorry for assuming that you and Steve can’t be more than—“

“Okay, you’re done here, sweetheart.” Eddie grips the base of your head, ruthlessly pulling your mouth down onto his cock with a throaty grunt. You gag from the sudden sensation, eyes welling up immediately as he wriggles himself snug between your lips. “C-Christ, you’re perfect like this. Mmm, fuck. Fuckkkk. Gonna fuck your face till you cry, how does — shit, how does that sound?”

And you can’t even reply. Can’t even refuse his offer (not that you wanted to anyways). Can’t even have the last word because your mouth is full of his throbbing cock, your nose buried in the heady scent of his happy trail, his heavy balls squished against your chin as you try to even out your breathing.

But, fuck, he’s big. And you’re panicking. You’d know he’d never hurt you, not even if he’s angry. It’s just… he’s so thick. And well, a mouth can only take so much, right?

Your hand darts out to catch yourself against your car as Eddie thrusts himself forward, the sloppy tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he holds your face in place — one hand cupping the underside of your chin and the other just above your forehead. “Shit, Y/N… yeah, can’t fuckin’ yap your ass off now, can you? Pretty girl with a big, talkative mouth… can’t even take my cock.”

Now, that flips a switch in you.

You grip the backs of his thighs, drawing him closer to you until a pathetic hmpf! leaves your mouth. Eddie’s just as surprised, fingers tangling themselves harshly in your hair as you bob your throat up and down. There’s spit bubbling from the corners of your lips, pre-cum dribbling down your jaw as Eddie grips onto the edge of the hood for dear life, his chin dropping to his chest in awe. You make the effort to glance up at him, nearly smiling at the visual of his furrowed eyebrows, the choked moans that echo through the garage, the pink flush that crawls up his straining neck.

There’s a good boy.

God, you’re practically dripping onto the floor.

“F-Fuck, you know just how I-I fucking like it, don’t you? Always a messy girl. Always so goddamn insatiable, jus’ takes and takes… even with my cock down your throat, I bet you want more. Fuck, never s-satisfied, are you?”

You pull off of his cock, coughing wetly for air as you jerk him slowly in your hand, tears blurring your dizzy vision.

“And yet you still don’t believe that I don’t want anyone else’s cock e-except yours, Eds?”

An unspoken translation of saying: I want you. Just you.

His gaze softens, jaw still clenched, but his eyes change. They sparkle with relief, rather than anger — his mouth purses into a resigned, close-lipped smile and before you know it, he’s tugging you back onto your feet, gingerly running his palm across your cheek, inhaling the flowery scent of your hair before you’re drowning in a heated kiss that can only mean ‘nothing matters except how bad I need you right now.’

His fingers card through your scalp, your ear resting between his forefinger and middle as you grind against each other, pumping him in your grasp as he switches between tongue and teeth and his lips and fuck—

“You’re so pretty. S-So beautiful, it makes me so fuckin’ angry.” Eddie rasps, biting down the column of your throat as he holds your face tenderly. “I don’t want anyone else but you. Just y-you. Even if you piss me the hell off.”

You chuckle in amusement, your laugh quickly transitioning into a high-pitched yelp as he suddenly picks you up and places you on the cold hood of the car, spreading your thighs apart with a warning slap to either one.

“Aw, you love me, Munson. It’s hot when you go all alpha.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Make me.”

Forcibly, he pulls your hips to the edge, dribbling a thick white glob of spit onto your messy cunt before he spreads you open with the calloused pads of his fingers. You lean back on your forearms, jaw unhinging as Eddie cooes at the embarrassing string of arousal leaking from your needy pussy all the way to your puckering asshole.

His touch is hot and heavy, marking your trembling frame with another purpling bruise as he hooks an arm under your knee and presses a kiss to your leg. “You’re damn gorgeous like this.”

“Touch it already.”

He tsks. “Insatiable.”

“I’m getting bored.”

“This isn’t gonna fucking work.” Eddie snarls under his breath, and you nearly see the frustration beading off of him as he drags you off of the hood, palms and fingers flying all over your body as he forces you onto your feet and bends you over again. You jerk forward as he buries his face between your ass cheeks, his nose nudging at your cunt while he laps at your swollen clit. His fingers keep you spread open, kneading the fat of your thighs before he’s fucking his tongue into you.

“Ah — you fucking — ah — taste delicious,” He chuckles, “You’re literally such a messy girl. Pussy already leaking with my spit.”

Your mouth falls open, nails scraping against the metal before Eddie slurps at the arousal between your folds. “F-Fuck, Eds… I’m… fuck, your mouth feels so — so good, need m-more…”

“Need more, huh?”

“Mmm.”

“Didn’t know my mouth was the key to getting you to finally shut the fuck up.” He cooes, his dominant tone exuding false pity as you rock back against his face.

“Eddie— fuckkkk…“ Your entire body lurches when his mouth drops to the tight fluttering ring of muscles above your cunt, two fingers scissoring your cunt as he dips his tongue into your ass. “Okay, fuck… that’s — that’s h-hot. E-Eddie, god… I’m… you’re…” You shudder violently, burying your face into your forearms with a pathetic laugh of disbelief, “… that’s gonna make me cum…”

“You see, that’s the fucking goal, dumbass.”

“Call me d-dumbass one more—“

“Dumbass.” You cry out as his hand comes down on the back of your thigh, leaving the skin raw and red. “Yeah, that fucking turns you on. Cum on it. Fuckin’ cum, sweet girl. You like this shit.”

Yeah.

You like it too much. But Eddie doesn’t need to hear that when you’re practicing spasming on his fingers, a warm gush trickling down the heel of his palm as your cunt swallows him all the way to his knuckles. You feel him lean over you, his chest molding to your back as you come undone for him and let out a choked sob of pleasure. He pulls you up by your throat, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you reach up to fist your hands through his hair and draw him nearer.

“Fuck — Eddie — it’s, fuck… I’m… I’m cumming, s’too g-good, f-fuck...”

He sighs blissfully, “Yeah, baby. That’s it. Ride it out. You got this.” Your moans fill the air in broken, choppy gasps and breaths, Eddie’s free hand massaging your clit as you twitch against him. “So hot when you cum, don’t think I’m ever gonna get used to it.”

Your lashes flutter wildly as he reaches up to brush your bangs back away from your forehead, tucking them behind either ear as he peers down at you.

The gesture is so tender, you and Eddie almost forget why you’re mad at each other.

He’s the first to draw in a breath, shaky and nervous.

“Hey, you with me?”

“Mm.”

A beat, then a waft of uncertainty fills the air.

“I’m… I’m sorry for, uh, spanking you.” Oh. Not what you were expecting… surprised, you start to snicker in amusement, hiding your face in his neck as he chuckles shyly. “I’m being serious, Y/N. Stop — stop laughing, it’s making me laugh.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Well, I mean… I didn’t, you know, ask you.” Eddie strokes his palm up and down your torso, hand dipping beneath your tank top. “I always ask you, like, if that kinda shit is okay. Consent and stuff.”

He sounds like a child, unsure and guilty. Struggling to find purposeful words, to make sure he’s doing this right.

“Consent and stuff…” You repeat in a smiling whisper, running your hand gently down the side of his face. You turn to face him, slinging your arms across the back of his neck. “Eddie, I liked it. Thought it was obvious.”

“It was obvious. I felt it,” He grins in return. “I just… I don’t ever want you to feel like I’m… making you do shit that you don’t want to. Like ever.”

“Never that, Eds. I feel…” I trust you. I adore you. I’m better with you. I like you. Maybe I love you. It’s only been a couple months and you’ve ruined everyone else for me. “I feel safe with you, always.” You drag your knuckles across his sharp jaw, watching the way his throat bobs when he swallows. “Are we gonna talk about the Steve thing?”

“Definitely not off the hook with that one.”

“You know that totally hurt, right? What… what happened back there?” Eddie sighs, clasping his hand on top of yours, eyelids shutting as he leans into your touch.

“Overreacted.” You hum in response, giving him a soft nod. “I just… got too into my head about all of it. Like — like seeing you with him felt like a wake-up call. As if I was… god, I don’t know. Back in school all over again, just realizing how I didn’t fit in there, and then with you since you have Harrington who’s all… preppy polos and hairspray, everyone’s fucking favorite, the goddamn equivalent to whatever the hell you are, Y/N.”

You smile sadly, realizing just how deep the extent of his frustrations are coming from. “And what am I, Eds?”

“Perfect.” Eddie whispers, his words hot against your lip like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re perfect. You… I’ve never been this obsessed over a girl before. God, it’s pathetic.” His hands find the back of your neck, and he guides your mouth onto his. “You’re the worst.”

He’s addicted to the heat of your tongue, the way your body so eagerly caves into his as he backs you up against the hood once more.

“Crazy you t-think I’d ever flirt with Harrington.” His cock hardens against the inside of your sticky thigh, the tip of him catching on the swell of your clit as he topples over you and hungrily runs his teeth along your neck. “When clearly, I have my eyes set on a whole different guy.”

“Yeah?” Eddie’s hands squeeze your ass harshly, gripping you impossibly closer. “What about him?”

“S’kinda the jealous type…” You gasp as he guides your fingers around his cock, pumping him once, twice, three times before he’s lining himself up with your soaked entrance. “Fuck — but it’s hot when he is… makes me wanna get him all riled up…”

“Sounds awfully familiar, sweetheart.”

“Great smile, a pretty laugh… ugh, fuck…” Your forehead falls against Eddie’s shoulder as eases himself between your folds, filling you up with his shaft until the bush of dark curls at the very base of him brushes against your clit. “A-Amazing tattoos… even better hair…”

“Better than Harrington?”

You snort, nails digging into his bicep. “Nine-hundred and ninety-nine percent better.”

A moan falls from his lips when you shift against him, cunt clenching around his prick helplessly as he stills inside and lifts your head off of him. “Couldn’t have j-just made it a thousand, hm?”

“S’cause you stink, Eds.” He carefully draws his hips back, only to thrust inside you hard and slow as lighthearted laughter rings through the air. “F-Fuck, there had to be… had to be something wrong with you, or else you’d be too…” You hiss as his thumb finds your clit, circling over the sensitive bundle of nerves before he’s hooking his other hand under your knee. “Oh, my god… don’t stop.”

“Words.” He whispers against your lips, eyebrows raising for emphasis. “C’mon, babe. Talk to me.”

A sob nearly rasps out of you when you feel his cock deep in your belly, every stroke deeper and wetter than the last. “Or else you’d be too g-good to be true. Shit, just like that. Fuck, I only want you. Fuck. Eddie—“

You cry against the incursion of his tongue — a rough, open-mouthed kiss. Riddled with frustration, with pleasure, with anger, without caution or grace, with words neither of you can really say.

“Taking m-me so well, Y/N. That’s it. You like this?” He gasps between each slam of his hips, locking you in place with a bruising hold. “You like me fucking you on this car, yeah? You insatiable girl.”

Fuck, it’s good. It’s erotic, the glistening slick of your cum sticking to the curled hair around his shaft, the shine of your thighs as you squirt around him, his teeth digging into your shoulder as his cock wedges your stubborn cunt open and spread, gaping for him as you angle your ass up to meet each sloppy, harsh stroke he gives you.

Filthy slut, stretched you open, didn’t I?

Pretty girl, you’re doing so good for me.

Your mind gets lost in his endless swirl of degradation and praise, deliciously reeling in his back and forth of calling you a whore and then calling you an angel not even a minute later as he drives into your cunt.

“Fuck. Fuck, Eds.”

“If it’s too much, I can — god, we can stop, Y/N.” He drops his head, shoulders shaking as he tries to go easy. “Jus’ say the word, sweetheart, and I’ll stop. Fuck, whatever you want.”

“No. Keep going. Please. Please. Please.” You don’t fucking care. The stretch, the sting of him, it feels almost like the first every time you have sex. “Does it look like I want you to stop?

Eddie snarls and fucks you harder. The thick head of his cock near-bruising your cervix as he punches up into you, your pleas and the sounds of skin slapping against skin ringing through your skull.

The lewd squelch of his shaft driving into your cunt turns him hysterical, and before you know it, he’s hiking you up further onto the hood of the car, grasping the hinges of your knees and forcing them against your bouncing tits.

He’s turned you into nothing but a looping mixtape of fuck-fuck-harder-please-Eddie-Eddie. And fuck, does it overfill the cup of pleasure deep in his belly.

“Baby, I’m…” Your hand reaches for his, desperate and frantic as you interlock fingers and Eddie presses reassuring kisses to each of your knuckles. “I’m gonna…”

“What’s up, hm?” He whispers gently, the sincere concern in his voice tugging at your heartstrings while your ribs rattle with another pleasurable sob. “G-Gonna cum on my cock, sweetheart? Your pussy must need it so bad, yeah? Yeah, I know. Fuck, m’gonna get you there. I’m gonna do so good for you.”

He rears back, before spearing fully into you. Sweat rolls down the side of your forehead, your back arching into Eddie’s sticky chest, his thumb slipping between your wet lips while he works your sore cunt open.

You can barely speak, torn between a fluttering consciousness and the rising warmth between your thighs that your mouth seems to move faster than your brain. “M-My good boy.”

Eddie lets out a huff.

Then, smiles as bright as the innocent, summer sun.

“Fuck yeah, mama. Cum for me. Cum on that shit.”

Your orgasm hits you before you even realize it’s coming.

Such a suffocating build-up, that you almost forget that your pleasure is a reward, your belly cramping and spasming as the walls of your cunt squeeze around Eddie’s cock.

You open your eyes as the high flows through you, and when Eddie meets your fucked-out hazy gaze, a word dangles from the tip of his tongue, burning through his throat and stabbing at his chest as he grits his teeth and restrains every part of him that wants to say: mine.

The raw claim of it. The power of such a minuscule word that implies something deeper than fucking behind closed doors and spending midnights in parking lots. Bars and motels turn into cafés and a shared apartment. Cuddling in the backs of janky old vans turns into ‘good mornings’ and ‘how’d you sleep?’ in a queen-sized bed.

Eddie realizes it now, how he’s never had something to call his. To call his own.

But then you laid out on that lawn one day and…

He’s scared, though. Horrified. You’re free-spirited, you’re open, you’re the rose and the thorns all at once, bright and optimistic and kind. And yet, he can’t risk scaring you away with something so… possessive and certain.

Instead, Eddie tightens his arms around you and thrusts deeper, slotting his mouth over your lips before he offers you a promise. The only promise that’ll give him some sort of peace, to keep him at bay in case you can’t meet him halfway.

“I’m yours.”

The words are muffled against your skin, but either way, you inhale sharply at it. Your hands fumble around Eddie’s neck, cupping him at the nape before you’re pulling him in closer and easing your mouth onto his with furrowed brows and watery eyes.

“And I’m yours.” He chokes on his moans as he strokes into you, your tongue rolling against his as you kiss him hungrily, the warm press of it taking his breath away. “I’ve always been yours.”

Eddie whimpers at that, cumming with his head buried into your shoulder. “M-Mine.”

His last desperate thrusts have you reeling, gasps and sobs being pricked out of you as Eddie fills you with his warmth. His cum slowly seeps out from your cunt when he pulls out almost too quickly for your personal liking, body falling against yours as he places a palm on the hood of the car to steady himself.

You’re sore.

Eddie takes a few moments to catch his breath, panting against your chest as you entangle your fingers at the back of his head. “I meant it…”

“What?” He exhales out, a tinge of confusion clear in his tone.

“Meant that I… I only want you. S’true.” You smile and hold him gently by the chin, picking his head up and off your shoulder. “Jus’ you, Eds.”

“Okay.”

Eddie chuckles heartily, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before he presses a kiss to your arm. “Hi, by the way.”

“Mmm. Hi, you. You feel okay?”

“Fuck, I’ve never been better honestly. Came so hard and you’re — oh, look how stretched out you are.” He hums, running a thumb up your drenched slit. A shy laugh bubbles out of him, “Should be the one asking you if you’re okay, sweetheart.”

“I’m on cloud nine. I dunno about you.”

“Baby, I’m past the damn clouds. I’m all the way up in the sky with the big man himself.” Eddie dips his digits between your folds, mewling as you jerk your hips against him. He collects the mixture of your juices on the tips of his fingers, raising it up to his lips before he’s sucking on it like his last meal. “Delicious.”

“Perv.” You duck your head, shying away from his kisses before he catches your mouth, sighing against your lips. “Do it again.”

He pauses, brown eyes glistening with adoration.

“Insatiable, I tell you.”

He helps you to your feet, hand outstretched in front of him like a proper gentleman as you wobble onto your legs, pulling your panties and shorts over your ass as Eddie mirrors your movements. He kisses you once more as soon as he’s buttoned his jeans, securing his heavy belt buckle while your teeth knock against each other.

“Eddie…”

“Yeah?”

“My carrrr.” You whine, wringing your arms around his neck as you glance back at the Corvette. “It’s all filthy again. Thanks to you, you know.”

He gasps, placing a hand over his heart while you sneak out from under him and snatch the sponge atop of the car. “Well, call me a dick then.”

“Dick.”

And before he can even see it coming, you’re throwing it at him, the sponge landing against his bicep with a loud squelch! that makes you burst into laughter. “Oh! Oh, we’re playing dirty? Okay, fuck you too, then.”

You squeal as he runs at you, soap drenching your clothes as he grabs you by the waist and squeezes the sponge over your front.

“Eddie!”

Again, Eddie Munson is eternally fucked.

But that’s okay, because not only can he call you a plethora of pretty names, he can also call you the only one that truly matters: mine.

His.

The perfect poster girl of Hawkins who — okay, sure — one hundred percent deserves dates at Enzo’s rather than quick stops at twenty-four hour diners, who deserves more than rusty vans and makeshift beds in the backseat, who deserves more than stick-and-poke tattoos and drugstore cologne. The girl next door who deserves more than a metalhead who works at a record store and lives in a goddamn trailer park.

Yet, all at once, the perfect poster girl of Hawkins who somehow likes twenty-four hour diners and the greasy food that comes with it. Who likes throwing fries at him from across the table because he still abhors The Cure and still thinks his music taste is superior.

The girl who prefers his rusty van over a regular car because the smell is comforting, and that it reminds you of a home away from home. Reminds you of your nights downtown and the really early mornings he’d spend reading Lord of the Rings to you in the back, surrounded by blankets and clothes.

The girl who demands that your first tattoo not be done by a professional, but someone with stick-and-pokes and bat tattoos on his arm. Someone who smells like cedar and wood, gasoline and a fresh pack of cigarettes. Steady hand or not, as long as it’s done by him.

The girl next door who loves the metalhead that works at the record store and lives in a cozy trailer park.

So yeah, maybe Eddie is eternally fucked.

But at least you’re by his side through it all.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic

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shakespearianne · 2 years

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shameless self-reblog because this got waaay less attention than part.1 and i like to believe this part deserves some love aswell

How is that for a thank you ? || Eddie Munson x fem!reader (part. 2)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!henderson!reader

Warning: 18+smut (minors dni), use of weed, swearing, mention of death, a bit of a spoiler for season 4 (fix-it fic)

Summary: part 2. to this. we finally get to the smut. ENJOY BABES

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I came back from holidays and it turns out that writing good smut in a language that is not your own is waaaay more difficult than I remembered. I'm quite the perfectionist so I took the time to craft something that I would not regret putting on the internet. hope you enjoy! don't forget to like/reblog/tell me what you thought about it blablabla. might write a part. 3 with good ole morning smut. we shall see. (friendly reminder: i am french so if you see mistakes or typos... no u didn't)

Tags: use of y/n, fem!reader, henderson!reader, reader is dustin older sister, reader saved eddie from the dermobats, and now she can’t sleep so she goes to him, you can guess what happens next, use of weed, swearing, mention of death, ennemies to lovers, mild smut in part. 1 (making out, hickeys, hair pulling), heavier smut in part. 2 (dirty talk, oral (both m and f receiving), rough sex, choking, pet names, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tape it!!) switch!eddie, switch!reader, dumbasses in love), angst, but also fluff and tenderness, Eddie has self-esteem issue because of his scars and reader conforts him, fix-it fic, season 4 ends very differently, reader is a theater kid and a Shakespeare fan, they make lotr references while fuckin SUE ME

Word count: 4.7k

Taglist: @thikkiesixx - @kiarabellerum31 - @chloebeansack

Eddie was dragging her towards his bedroom, their lips only parting when they needed to breath, their hands only leaving each other’s bodies to open the door and their breathing now in such perfect harmony that Y/N could swear that they were sharing a pair of lungs. She felt the back of her knee bump into Eddie’s bed and immediately sat, pulling the metalhead to her. One hand was on his cheek and the other, palming the promising tent that had formed behind his jeans. Of course he was big, she always had the instinct that Eddie Munson would not disappoint in this department.

“Easy, princess.” Eddie growled against her lips, dropping on his knees before her. “I have to give thanks to the valiant warrior that saved my mediocre existence from a certain death, remember?” His skillful hands rapidly unknotted the lace of her boots, removing them in a hurry. Once they were gone, as well as her socks, he planted a kiss on the sole of both of her feet. The act surprised Y/N by its deference and she shivered at the sight of a disheveled Eddie Munson, staring at her like she was a goddess. A pool of heat was forming in her underwear and she bit her lips, wordlessly calling Eddie to her. And he heard her. She refused to ask or to beg. She wanted to be in control but when she felt his hands casually finding their way to her thighs, she realized that this battle would not be an easy win. But fuck it. Defeat didn’t sound so dreadful now that Eddie was tantalizingly playing with the buttons of her jeans.

“For fuck’s sake, Munson!” She cried when he finally started to undress her, but always with a deliberately indolent pace. “If you don’t touch me now, I swear I’m going to leave you there and-“ She choked on her words. Without a warning, Eddie had ripped her panties from her body and parted her dripping fold with a single finger.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He panted, his face approaching her burning cunt. “Not when you’re so wet and warm and mine.”

Y/N did not had the strength to repress the moan that left her throat when she finally felt his tongue on her. She was no virgin, having already had a few boyfriends before, but this was different. Maybe it was because Eddie actually knew what he was doing, his tongue tracing unknown patterns on her velvety flesh. Maybe it was because he now lapped at her clit – fuck, she didn’t even had to help him find it - like a parched man. Maybe it was because he was genuinely enjoying the act, humming as Y/N bucked her hips, trying to create even more friction between his face and her slit.

“Patience, my dear.” Eddie chuckled at her eager reaction and he placed both of his hands of her hipbones to keep her still. His gentle pressure on her body was like electricity to Y/N. She gasped and, without thinking, her right hand let go of the sheets that she was clutching seconds ago to intertwine her fingers with Eddie’s. She acted on pure instinct and the look that he gave her, his boyish grin spreading to his soft dimples, made her shiver once more. She leaned her head back, muffling another moan as Eddie flattened his tongue on her core.

“Don’t.” He croaked between two feverish strokes and Y/N felt the vibration of his deep voice in every fiber of heir being. “Wanna hear you.” A kiss pressed on her thigh. “Want all of this shitty town to hear you.” Lips turned into teeth, kiss shifted into sting. “Let em’ know.” He was marking her, claiming her and the thought of her body carrying his print deepened the sudden wave of pleasure that shook her as she felt one of his fingers playing with the entrance of her cunt. “Let em’ know who got you drenched.”

“You’ll h-have to d-do b-better than that, Munson” Her back was arching so much that Y/N felt like she was on the verge of snapping. She thought she knew her body, how pleasure altered it but God, how wrong had she been. Because has soon as Eddie Munson swiftly introduced his forefinger into the blazing fire that was burning inside of her, nothing mattered anymore except him. “O-o-oh FUCK!”

Eddie chuckled against her sex and another finger joined the fun while he gently pressed a trail of sloppy kisses on the apex of her mount. “Better, princess?” But if Y/N sensed a touch of teasing, there was also a genuine warmth in his laugh and soon she was joining him in his merriment.

“Shit, Munson” The side of her face was pressed into the mattress, a mouth agape as her teeth pressed into her lower lip. The wave of euphoria that was threatening to take over her body sharper and sharper as Eddie persisting on making her feel in a way that had been unknown to her before this night. He was relentless, now three digits deep into her, curling them so that they could reach a very special spot that made Y/N feel like she might pass away from such pleasure. His tongue played with her clit with a ruthless dexterity and if the combination of the two hadn’t been enough, Eddie’s moans filled the air of the trailer, harmonizing with Y/N’s whimpers. “You really are a freak, aren’t you?”

“Trust me, doll, you ain’t seen nothing yet” Eddie’s husky voice was breathy and there was a form of natural authority in his tone that sent Y/N over the edge. Suddenly, everything was too much as a shattering tide took over her. She couldn’t see anything, she could only feel and feel and feel as the delirium turned her sobs into a cry. She heard Eddie, whose lips were back to the flesh of her tights and Y/N would have been incapable of discerning if she was actually hearing his voice or simply feeling the vibration of his shout into her body, translating the sensation into words.

“Fuck, princess, you’re taking me so well, you’re such a good girl, aren’t you? You got the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen – shit – never, never gonna touch another one after – oh you got more ?- after you.” His fingers slowly exited her and Y/N cried at the lost touch. She suddenly felt empty and without thinking, she took the hand that had spent the last minutes inside of her cunt and wrapped her lips around Eddie’s soaked fingers. There was a surprising bitterness in her juices but Y/N didn’t have the time to examine it. Bluntly, a scent of smoke descended upon her and Eddie replaced his fingers with his lips.

“Fuck, that was the hottest thing ever.” He smiled against her and Y/N slightly parted her mouth, welcoming his tongue with her own. This kiss was almost kind, and for a moment, it was as though time had stopped.

Y/N’s entire body was ablaze, blurry from the aftermath of what had surely been the most powerful orgasm of those eighteen years spent on earth. But still, she knew that the show was far from being over and that after giving so much, her partner was more than deserving of a little reward. With shaky hands, she slowly pull herself back in a sitting position, breaking the kiss so that her face would be perfectly situated in front of her new focus point : Eddie Munson’s clothed erection.

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Eddie felt like he was in a trance. In all honesty, he had imagined, dreamed about and even jerked to this scenario multiple times. Y/N Henderson, the bane of his existence and yet the object of all his desires, no matter how borderline pornographic they were, slowly unclasping his belt, her half-hooded gaze fixed on him as she began to undo his zipper. He could have creamed his pants at this very picture. But nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.

She rolled down his jeans and boxer, leaving no room for imagination as his cock proudly stood, already leaking with pre-cum. He wanted her. God, he had wanted her for ages and he was just realizing it now. Eddie was beginning to comprehend that what he had mistaken for exasperation or annoyance was just pure desire. He sincerely believed that it was just anger that had made him dream about fucking Y/N on his Hellfire’s throne or in the back of his van or even against that damn wood table in the woods behind Hawkins High. But if Eddie Munson was angry when he was aggressively pumping himself to the thought of her bare ass against his pelvis, he was only angry at himself for not having the courage to actually do something about it. It could have been easy. Her little brother worshipped him, he didn’t need any excuses to hang out at her house and they even shared a couple of classes. But Eddie was convinced that Y/N would never see him in such a light. He had thought once that his attraction was one-sided, but boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

And like she was trying to prove his ignorance to him, Y/N slowly pressed her tongue on the palm of her dominant hand, licking it entirely and before Eddie could voice his surprise, this very hand was on his shaft and he was lost. There was no way he could go back to taking himself in hand now that he knew what it felt to have Y/N stroking his length, applying just the right amount of pressure and speed. The only that was missing was-

« Oh fuck-fuck-fuck. »

She had delicately wrapped her glossy lips around him and the sensation of ecstasy that was building inside him sharpened almost instantly. Her cock was gliding inside of her mouth, the tip finding its path all the way to her throat. She was taking him almost entirely and what couldn’t fit inside of her, she stroked it, leaving not one inch unattended.

« H-holy shit p-princess » He shuttered « Fuck, you got the face of a saint but the mouth of a-a - shit- a sinner. »

Y/N hummed with content and the vibration almost pushed Eddie to the edge. She parted her lips to speak but her hand refused to let go of his dick and her not-so-gentle ministrations continued.

« Wait ´till you see the rest of me. » she humored with a wink and before Eddie could jab back, she ran her tongue on his length, following the route of a particularly prominent vein on his underside. She was killing him. There was something unexpected about this, about the way she was seemingly enjoying this, finding pleasure in offering some to him. Eddie the freak Munson. Eddie the Banished. Eddie the idiot for whom she had been willing to risk her life. But now was not the time to dwell on the past, no matter how recent it was. A kiss, softly pressed at the base of his cock, brought Eddie back to a much more enjoyable reality. Y/N was alternating between stroking, licking and kissing every part of his being. She then engulfed him almost entirely and narrowed her cheeks, staring at him with a gleam that couldn’t let Eddie mistaken. She knew what she was doing. And she loved it.

« W-wait! Sweetheart, wait! » Eddie never thought that he would have to refrain his own hips from bucking into the mouth of a girl who was giving him what was definitively the best blowjob of his life (not that he had received that many, truth to be told). Y/N let him go from her lips with a distinct « pop! » and the gentle feeling of her shaky breath on his sensitive tip made Eddie shudder, again. « M’ never going to last if you keep doing that and tonight » He took her face between his hands, kneeling so that they were now both at the same level and he pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. « I want to » His lips were now on her cheeks, barely touching them. « Finish » Her jaw was next, and the kiss always more tender « Inside » Then, her nose « Of you ». Eddie had saved Y/N’s lips for last and if the tone of his voice was teeming with lust, his mouth seemed to be carrying a devotion that was almost chaste.

“C’mere, pretty boy” Her inflection was but a murmur but the urge behind it was more pressing than if Y/N had shouted it. Eddie wasted no time, their kiss deepening while he towered above her frame, one hand finding its way on the back of her neck while the other grasped one of her thighs, maneuvering her so that she would lay underneath him on a bed that definitely would soon be adorned with new stains. “I’ll be good to you if you’re good to me.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” The metalhead chuckled, his nose pressed at the juncture of her neck and shoulder. Y/N giggled at the touch and Eddie made a mental note to find new ways to make her laugh afterwards because this sound was like a symphony to his ears. “I believe you’ll find out soon enough” She tilted her head to him, capturing his lips with hers and the laugh became a moan. Gone was the tenderness, only existed the need for each other. Y/N’s hands were now traveling from Eddie’s shoulders to his lower back, her fingernails gently grazing the fabric of his shirt. Once at the hem, she pinched the clothing between her fingers and started to pull it up.

“Wait.” Eddie blurted, his word an echo of the scene that had taken place a few minutes before. Only this time, his hesitation was not related to an imminent orgasm but it was due to what Eddie could best describe as a form of reticence, modesty even. Y/N probably felt it because her hands were suddenly framing his face with care. “Are you okay?” She inquired, her voice barely a whisper. “Did I do something… wrong?” There was no accusation in her tone, only a sincere concern that made Eddie’s heart twitch.

“No-not at all, angel.” He hesitated, trying to find the right words to accurately describe to Y/N what was going on in that somewhat crazy head of his. “It’s just that-“ Again, he paused, biting his lips as if that would provide some sort of inspiration.

“Hey” Y/N murmured, one of her thumb tracing delicate circles against the skin of his cheek “That’s okay, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, trust me sweetheart, I want to.” Eddie’s chuckle was almost a cry as he covered her hand with his. “I want you.” He pressed his lips into the palm of her hand, searching for courage in the subtle labyrinth of her lines. “I want you so much it’s actually driving me mad. But… But I’m afraid that you will not want me anymore if you see me without the shirt. You see, those fucking dermobats, they kinda took a few pieces of me before dropping dead. Like a little souvenir, y’know? Anyway, I was never picture perfect but now…” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I mean, those scars… They pretty bad.”

Y/N stayed silent for a moment and Eddie feared that he had ruined anything, like he always seemed to do, and that she would soon be running away from him. He didn’t dare to open his eyes, the hurt would be too intense if he saw the rejection in her eyes. Slowly, he felt her moving beneath him, removing her hands from his face and he flinched, preparing himself for the inevitable emptiness that would follow once she would have left the bed. But she didn’t push him away or wormed her way out. Eddie heard the distinct sound of fabric, he felt Y/N shifting and his curiosity got the best of him. He opened his eyes.

Y/N laid there, her shirt now on the floor of his bedroom. Naked. The perfection of her body left Eddie breathless. He had seen his fair share of the female anatomy, but most of it had came from magazines or porn movies. It was nothing compared to the pure realness of seeing her bare in his sheets. The soft curve of her stomach, the oh so enticing prospect of her breasts, the freckles that seemed to form an entire galaxy on her body and… the scars.

“I’ve got my share of souvenir from the Upside Down, remember?” Her hand found his again, only this time she placed it on her side, where a rosy wound had taken place. Eddie wanted to slap himself for forgetting that she had been there. That she had fought with him. Not only with you, but for you, he pondered. “I found it happens when you basically save the world.” There was a humor in her voice that was contagious, and Eddie found himself smiling. “And truth to be told, I always thought scars were extremely sexy.”

“Oh, really?” He teased, marveling at how prodigious it as that she had shifted the tone of the conversation back to a playful, flirty exchange.

“Totally dig that shit.” Y/N nodded enthusiastically. “Makes me feel like I’m about to fuck Aragorn.”

This time, Eddie couldn’t repress the burst of laughter that left his lips. Y/N joined him and in a minute, all of his inhibitions were forgotten. She, the girl of his (wet) dreams, was laying on his bed, naked, beautiful, comfortable enough to show her own scars to him and now she was making Lord of the Rings references? If there was a God up there, he was really on Eddie’s side.

“Well, in that case, can’t keep my Evenstar waiting, can I?” Eddie acted quickly, like he was ripping a band-aid off. Don’t think, just move. He tossed his shirt on the floor and winced at the feeling of his skin, bared and exposed. But before he could mumble any kind of apologies for his appearance, Y/N was pressing her mouth on his torso. With a gentle fever, she travelled across his damaged skin, pecking each of his flaws. She didn’t speak and Eddie was grateful for her silence, for he knew that she was conveying much more by her actions. She ended at the scar that was just below his left collarbone, where a creature had left a nasty scratch, disfiguring the tattoo of a demon that once spread there.

“Yup.” She hummed, almost as if she was speaking to herself. “Extremely sexy.” She pressed her nose in Eddie’s neck and the sudden intimacy of it was suddenly too much. He needed her, needed to be inside of her and his cock seemed to agree as it twitched against her. A soft moan escaped Y/N’s lips, quickly turning into a chuckle. “Is that Andúril in your pocket Munson, or you’re just happy to see me?”

“Jesus, Henderson, shut up!” Eddie giggled, shaking his head. There was no animosity in his voice, only warmth. And Y/N must have felt it as well, because she titled her head and with a wink, she simply answered “Make me.”

Their lips reunited once again, without a word. There was no need for it anymore, their bodies dancing in synchronicity, the constant caress of skin against skin resulting in a harmony of moans and whimpers. Eddie reached his hand to the nightstand, having still enough senses to remember that a condom would soon be necessary. Y/N stopped him, her grip gentle on his wrist.

“We don’t need to.” She smiled, and it was as if she was telling him a secret. “I’m on the pill.”

“Y-you sure?” Eddie almost choked, the thought of fucking her raw almost enough to make him burst like a schoolboy. Y/N lightly chuckled at his reaction, and she brought his hand back to her soaked cunt.

“I’m sure.” She whined as his fingers found the way to her clit. “Just fuck me Munson, I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Eddie didn’t need any other words of encouragement. He took himself in hands, gave his throbbing cock a few strokes and positioned himself at her entrance. He searched for a gaze and Y/N gave him a quick nod before he plunged into her warmth.

Time stood still. Mouths opened in unison, bodies so deeply intertwined that it was as though they had never been apart. The atmosphere shifted and when Y/N finally spoke, after what felt like a blissful eternity, she pleaded his name.

“Eddie.”

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Y/N realized as she spoke that it was the first time that she was calling him by his first name tonight, and the sheer intimacy of it made her gasp for air. He was everywhere. He had always been a part of her, like a seed planted in the soil of her being, that had grown unbeknownst and that now stood haughtily. She couldn’t escape it now, not even if she had decided to flee this bed, this bedroom, this city. He would follow her no matter where she went. He would know how to find her. It was too late. It was ecstatically too late.

“Eddie, please, move.” Y/N implored, desperate for more. He was so deep inside of her, and yet that was not enough. But what could be enough with him? Would she ever be satisfied?

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so tight.” Eddie groaned, pressing his lips against the flesh of her neck as he began to pull out, ever so slowly that Y/N felt like crying. “S-so tight and so wet and fuck baby, is all of that for me?” He slammed into her as the last word left his mouth and she sobbed instantly. He was even deeper now and it was like his cock was in her chest.

“S’all for you” Y/N rocked her hips against his pelvis, beginning a luscious dance. “Only for you, Eddie – shit, you’re so big, so good to me”

“M’never gonna last baby doll, fu-u-u-uck you’re clutching me so-o-o good, you’re such a good girl.”

The praise made her insane, years of searching for academic validation turned into a frantic urgency to please him, to make him say those words again. And Eddie clearly understood it by the way she moaned, head tilted backward, fingernails sinking into the skin of his back.

“Christ, does that turn you on?” His mouth was at her ear, lower than ever and yet louder than a storm. “You look insanely hot right now, makes me want to fuck you again and again and again.” He repeated, each word synchronized with his thrusts.

“Please” Y/N urged, on the verge of crying “Please don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

She couldn’t speak anymore after that. Words escaped her mouth like raindrops would flee from a thick cloud, begging to reach the ground. The pleasure was immense, unlike anything she had ever experienced before. His cock glided against the silky walls of her pussy with such swiftness, always crashing into that very special spot that made Y/N feel like she was about to inflame. She was grasping onto Eddie’s back with desperation, hunting for contact. His dick wasn’t enough, she needed to feel his lips on hers, she craved the touch of his hand on her neck, even the brush of his long hair, matted with sweat, against her skin was enough to make her howl.

“M’ almost there Eddie” Y/N cried as another wave of pleasure took over her, threatening to shatter her soul into a million pieces.

“I got you.” He pressed his thumb onto her clit, tracing excruciating circles against the blazing nerve. “M’ gonna make you cum, will you come for me sweetheart?”

“Oh fuck, yes, yes I will!” Hot tears sprung from her eyes but she felt no shame. She couldn’t be ashamed of how Eddie was making her feel, especially when he collected the drops with his plump lips, as if he was drinking the sweetest nectar. “Make me cum, please, Eddie. Wanna cum for you so bad.”

“Good girl” His thrusts became needier and the drenched sounds of his cock into her made Y/N moan with delight. “Christ, baby, you’re amazing, you know that? I can’t believe I get to fuck you, get to fill you up with my cum.”

“Fill me”” Y/N required in a growl “Mark me, make me yours.”

“You mine?” Eddie’s voice was peculiarly soft, a striking opposition to the rhythm of his body. “Cause I have to tell you, Y/N, I am yours.”

“Y-yes ! Yes, Eddie, I’m yours, I’m all yours!”

There was no point in denying it now. The truth laid bare and Eddie pulled Y/N against him for a kiss, somewhat tender despite the clash of tongue and teeth. Her vision blurred and a piercing flash of pleasure stroke her. She felt her walls clenching around Eddie’s dick, the juices of her orgasm wrapping him as he reached his own zenith a few seconds after her. He moaned her name and his dick twitched, his warm liquids painting the walls of her cunt. Their hips kept thrusting against each other, riding their common orgasm until the very end. They laid silent for a moment, once they had both given each other a taste of heaven. Eddie’s face was almost hidden in the crook of Y/N’s neck, still inside of her, his cock slowly softening. She was stroking his hair with one hand and his back with the other.

“That was-” Eddie finally spoke but Y/N ended his sentence “- out of this world”

“I was gonna say ‘amazing’ but that works too I guess” He chuckled against her skin and slowly pushed himself up and out of her. She winced at his exit and he pressed tender kisses on her sweat-covered skin. “I know, babe. But I gotta clean you up now.”

Eddie swiftly jumped out of the bed and started rummaging through and old drawer. Y/N gazed at how the subtle muscles of his back moved, delicate pearls of sweat adorning his pale skin, dousing him in an opalescent glaze. He finally paused and with a “Aha! Found it!”, he turned around, revealing the clean towel in his hand. Eddie returned to the bed, positioning himself between Y/N thighs and started his gentle ministrations. He was focused yet devoted and Y/N smiled at the sight of his tongue pointing out of his mouth while he tenderly removed the remains of his juices from her warm skin. He looked adorable and as soon as Eddie had finished cleaning the both of them, she wrapped her arms against his neck to bring him close to her.

“C’mere” She softly demanded. “Wanna hug you.”

“You do?” He appeared to be genuinely taken aback by her request and Y/N nodded, slipping one of her legs between his thighs to further the embrace.

“I do.”

I do want to hug you.

I do want this to be more than a one-time thing.

I do want you.

There was a lot that she was trying to convey with those two words, but she lacked the courage, for now. Eddie seemed to understand it and he pressed her frame against his body. His mouth pressed soft pecks onto her temple and Y/N hummed with content, sleep finally taking over her body.

“I’d walk onto Mordor for you, you know.”

His voice was barely a whisper and for a second, Y/N thought that she had dreamed it. But it was real and it was now.

“I know.” She closed her eyes, unable to look at him before she spoke again “And I’d do the same for you.”

“Oh, love, I think you already did when you turned up to smash those fuckin’ bats, looking sexy as hell while telling me I was a fuckin’ idiot.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Y/N smiled against his lips, giving him a gentle kiss. “I’d do it again. Even if you are a fuckin’ idiot.”

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shakespearianne · 2 years

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Hi sorry if you're not taking requests you can just ignore this but if you are can you please do a eddie x reader fic where after the events in the upside down they become roommates and get really close but the reader won't ever tell him their feelings and one night she hears him being very loud and kinds rough with a random girl and then it keeps happening almost every night he has a different girl but she notices they kinda resemble the reader in different ways then one night eddie goes into the readers room drunk and confesses that he likes them and pretends those girls are the reader everytime he hooks up with them

hey there! this is actually my first request ever and i LOVED it so i wrote something based on what you gave me! i hope you'll enjoy it, please don't forget to like/reblog/tell me what you thought about it or even send me another request! ♡

tags: mutual pining, mention of rough sex (it's only heard, never seen or experienced by reader but still +18 minors dni), fem!reader, dom!eddie, thanks god for robin & steve, idiots in love, angst but it ends in fluff

word count: 6.6k (ehehe)

If someone had told you a year ago that you would be sharing a flat with Eddie « the freak” Munson from Hawkins High, you would have called them crazy, burst into laughter and probably asked them if they were high or something.

And yet, here you are, living in Indianapolis, studying English Literature at University (because what other degree would interest a Shakespeare nerd like yourself?) and having Eddie for a roommate. Of course, you are now much closer to Eddie than you were last year, when all you were sharing was a common distaste for chemistry. That happens when you found yourself trapped in another dimension and manage to save the world together. The events in the Upside Down had created a particular bond between you two, one that you couldn’t explain differently than by saying “He’s just not what I thought he was” when your high school friends had asked why you had picked him as a roommate. And it’s not like you could ask anyone else, Nancy has left for Emerson, Robin and Steve were still in Hawkins and you couldn’t afford to be living on your own. Eddie, finally graduating from high school, wanted to give his music career a decent shot and that meant moving to a bigger city. It was an obvious and sensible choice.

And it has nothing to do with the fact that you have the biggest crush on him. It’s ridiculous, really, and such a cliché. Robin finds the whole thing hilarious and every time you call her to talk about life, she only asks if you told him yet. And the answer is always the same: I can’t. He doesn’t like me. Not like that. It’s pointless. It’ll pass. But it doesn’t pass. And as you begin your sixth month of living together, you feel like you’re losing your goddamn mind. Because, if anything, it’s getting worse. It’s not Eddie’s fault, it’s not like he encourages it or something but he’s just so… Eddie. He always asks you how’s your day, if you had any interesting lectures or anything that made you smile. He often comes to the small café where you work three times a week and always leave a much bigger tip than needed – but you repay him by using this money to buy him his favorite brand of cereals. He borrows records from the shop where he’s a seller and he brings them home to make you discover new music, when he's not making new listen to his own art. That might be your favorite part of living with Eddie, this intimate sharing of what makes him truly happy. And also the fact that the boy seems to hate shirts because you’ve seen his naked torso so many times it’s actually painful. But, hey, it gives you great imagery when you’re alone in your bed, one hand slipped under your panties while the other caress your body, looking for some kind of release, that nobody at university can provide.

You tried. You really, really tried. But after the third failed talking stage, you just gave up. You don’t blame the guys. They’re sweet, funny, intelligent but they’re just not Eddie Munson. They don’t make you laugh so hard that you fear you might piss yourself. They don’t insist on buying quality coffee, even if it’s more expensive that the off-brand one, just because they know that you always start your day with a cup of coffee (black, no sugar, no milk, and just enough to make anybody go into cardiac arrest) and that you really enjoy good coffee. They don’t have the dimples, the always untamed hair, the soft smile or the deep chestnut eyes. Maybe the reason you like coffee so much is that its color reminds you of Eddie when he looks at you a certain way, never in broad daylight but always carefully hidden in the winding of an evening with friends, with a joint on his lips and an indecipherable glimmer to his look. Sometimes, you like to pretend that it’s desire that lays behind those thick lashes. But you know better than to entertain these fantasies, especially since you don’t plan to act upon them.

If your nights are mostly spent alone in the confines of your bedroom, Eddie, however, likes to indulge in other nocturnal activities. You’re not angry, truly. He is handsome and he, more than anyone you know, deserves to feel good. You know he also left Hawkins because he was always going to be the freak, the cult leader, the everlasting suspect of a series of gruesome murders. Here, he can be Eddie. He can charm girls at a party or while selling records to them. He is unstained. He can bring a girl home and make her feel good without wondering if she is in his bed because she has a weird fascination for potential killers. (He once met a girl like this, just after graduation. He doesn’t like to talk about it.) And you know that making a girl feel good is something that he is quite capable of. You’ve heard the moans, even muffled and reserved. You’ve even seen a handful of them, crossing paths as they leave the flat while you’re on your way to the bathroom. They retire with a sense of appeasement on their faces who leaves you musing. What does your lovely roommate do to these girls, so that they always cum? You’ve been with enough guys yourself to know that an orgasm in not always in the cards when having sex. You don’t mind, sex is no competition for you, there is no goal to achieve. But still, it would ne nice to experiment the same amount of euphoria than these girls when you hear them cry his name at night. You wonder how those five letters would sound in your mouth and sometimes, when you lay awake in your bed, your gaze fixed upon the ceiling, you murmur it, just to try.

Eddie.

And the whisper is enough to make you clench your eyes, wishing that he would say yours back.

It’s during a night like this that everything starts to shift. You’re in your bed, reading Much Ado About Nothing. Again. You can’t help it. It’s your favorite comedy by Shakespeare (tragedy is Romeo and Juliet because you always had a weird crush on Mercutio and if you have to pick an history play, you always say Henry VI. You just really love the Wars of the Roses). You sometimes wish you were more like Beatrice, witty and daring. But you feel like life has turned you into a Hero, patiently waiting for someone or something to fix things for you. And you don’t enjoy it very much. You’re at the beginning of Act IV, where Beatrice asks Benedick to kill his cousin Claudio to avenge Hero’s honor and you’re mouthing the words as you’re reading, having learned them from reading it over and over. You’re about to recite to yourself ‘O, that I were a man!’ when you hear the distinct chime of the keys turning into the lock of the front door. It’s Eddie and he’s not alone.

« Now be a good girl and follow me. »

His voice is deeper at night, or perhaps it’s his tone that’s different. There’s something natural about his commanding inflection and without realizing it, you’re putting the book on your nightstand, eagerly waiting for what comes next. There’s a feeling that resembles a bit too much shame to your liking but you decide to ignore it. There’s no harm in listening, you decide. So you listen. There’s only a single wall between yours and Eddie’s bedroom so everything is pretty clear for you. You recognize the sound of clothes being pull out, the unmistakable creak of a body on a bed, followed by another. Your pulse beats faster as a chant of sloppy noises echoes on the other side and you grasp your sheets, wishing that you had agreed to that second date with Sean Burr when he had offered to see you again, two days ago. You miss physical contact, especially at this instant and your fingers are wonderful, but sometimes it’s just not enough.

« Get on your knees and suck my dick, you dirty slut. »

Eddie’s roar pulls out from your thoughts and you gasp at the ruthless order. He’s never been like this before. Usually, you don’t hear much from him when he comes back accompanied. The girls are more vocals than he is. But you can’t complain at this sudden change, because when he talks gain, you feel a very familiar pool of heat forming in your lower belly.

« You like being treated like a whore, don’t you? »

It’s as if he was talking to you and his inflection leaves no doubt that he is not asking, he is acknowledging. You suddenly wish you were on the other side of the wall, kneeling before him, your mouth wide open for his length. You haven’t seen him naked but those tight black jeans leave little room for imagination. You don’t think Eddie Munson has anything to be ashamed of. And you’ve seen those fingers at work multiple times on his guitar. That man has a gift and there is no doubt he’ll put it to good use tonight.

« M’ gonna show you who’s in charge here. »

The girl whimpers something back but you can’t quite distinguish what she says and to be honest, you don’t really care. Your only point of focus is Eddie, his erratic breaths, his groans and you bit your cheeks, desperately fighting the urge to touch yourself. You won’t. You can’t. This is a line that you refuse to cross, even if the need for friction becomes almost painful. You try to calm yourself, to focus on your breathing but you hear a slam and you know that Eddie’s hand must have left a red imprint on that girl’s ass. You wonder if he kept his rings on and you decide that if it were you, you’d beg him to never take them off, even if it means he’ll have to finger you with it. You’re sure it’ll only add up to the experience.

« Eddie. » The girl whines but she’s quickly muffled

« Did I say you could speak? » He sounds practically dangerous and another slap follows, « No, I didn’t. So keep that mouth shut and those legs wide open. »

He must be fucking her from behind, you realize and you wince. It’s one of your favorite positions but no partners of yours has ever made you feel truly good while doing it. It’s always awkward, the boy not knowing exactly what’s expected of him, unsure thrusts and messy hands. But Eddie would be different. Eddie would know what you want. Eddie would wrap one of his hands - rings on - around your neck and gently press the side of it while pounding into you. You hate yourself for visualizing so quickly but you can’t help it. You’ve got history with your Eddie Munson fantasies. Might even write your thesis on all of the ways you wish he would fuck you.

But that’s not you who’s getting fucked tonight and the ever-pressing moans and begs that escape that lucky girl’s mouth are a reminder that you are alone in your bed. And now you wish it all ends quickly, for you’re not sure you can’t bear it much longer. God - or is it Eddie? - seems to hear your prayers as a mantra of fuck and shit along with a fair share of moans rings through the flat. They are so loud, especially Eddie and a litany of curses leave his mouth as he reaches his apex. You’ve never been so aroused by anything in your life and you can’t do anything about it. So you pull out your tape player, glue the headphones to your ears and you press play. The soothing voice of Janis Joplin fills your head and you try to focus on her lyrics rather than on the fire between your legs. Eddie often mocks you for listening to such old tunes but you can’t help it, there is something in this anthem that just speaks to you.

I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it

Take another little piece of my heart now, baby

You don’t need to ponder too much to know what it is.

The next morning is awkward for you. You don’t like to leave your room before you’re sure that the girl of the night is gone but you also need to pop over to the university library before your first class to borrow a few books. You take a quick trip to the bathroom first because if you’re going to see that girl who got the time of her life last night while you were laying hot and bothered in your bed, you might as well look your best. You don’t consider yourself to be particularly pretty but still, you like to feel good about your appearance. You feel almost territory when you enter the small kitchen. It’s your home and it’s your Eddie. No one if there and you’re grateful for it, preparing your usual morning cup of coffee. You even find yourself softly humming as you pick your favorite mug, a gift from Uncle Wayne when you moved in. It’s white and embellished with bats, a nod to Eddie’s infamous tattoo. Of course, good ole Uncle Wayne ignores that it made Eddie and you die of laughter, realizing the inadvertent reference to a somewhat traumatic souvenir in the Upside Down. You smile at the tender memory, pouring the black liquid into the beloved vessel and you’re unaware that suddenly, you’re not alone anymore.

« Hello? »

Her greeting is almost a challenge and when you turn around to face her, you practically drop your cup. She is pretty, you won’t deny it, taller and leaner than you will ever be but there is something about her face that leaves you confounded. She’s got your eyes. Well, not exactly the same. Yours are slightly different, the color perhaps more intense and the shape kind of sharper. But there is something strikingly common between your stares, and you feel a knot forming in your stomach. At nighttime, in the fever of the act, you wonder if Eddie felt like it was you who were staring at him.

« Oh, hm, hi ? » You try your best to be polite but you refuse to be overly affectionate with this unknown person that you will never see again. You sip on your coffee and she seems to be waiting for a conversation that is definitively not going to happen.

« I’m Tracy. » She tries again and this time, you feel obliged to answer.

« Y/N. » You press your lips into a semblance of a smile. « I live here. »

You don’t know why you felt the need to precise it. Perhaps it’s because you want her to know that she’ll be gone soon and that you’ll keep on living with Eddie. That you know him better than she ever will and that you have access to part of his soul that she can only dream of. It’s kinda petty but you don’t care. You can’t always be noble.

« Tracy? »

You’d recognize Eddie’s morning voice anywhere and your sudden boldness disappear as soon as his messy mane enters the kitchen. You realize you can’t do it, not after what happened last night. There’s an ache in your heart that his presence will only enhance and as soon as you lock eyes with him, you do the one thing you’re really good at. You act as if nothing’s wrong and you get the fuck away from this.

« Gotta go. »

Your voice may be cold but you feel as if your lungs are on fire. You don’t even wash the cup and Eddie will know that you’re not okay because you’re the one who always insists on at least putting it in the sink. You brush against him while leaving the room - and you hate that he has no shirt on and that you can see the red marks that her fingernails must have left - and pick up your bag from your room before making your way towards the door. You’re frivolous enough for a last jab before leaving.

« Bye Tracy! »

You spend the day trying not to think about Eddie. You go out of your way to come back to the flat as late as possible. You stay at university until the security guard has to push you out of the building and you even think about walking home to gain more time without Eddie. But it’s stupid and you know it. So you take your car and drive anxiously, wishing that time would stretch out. Coming home is usually your favorite part of the day. It’s when you get to see Eddie again and you share everything that happened to both of you today, even if it’s of little importance. Sometimes you cook and he puts a record and you dance together in the kitchen, and it’s simple and it’s what home feels like to you. You realize it as you park near your apartment. There is something domestic about living with Eddie and somehow it had been shattered by the events of last night. Your heart breaks at the thought of it and it takes you all of the strength that you have to not cry in your car.

You’re relieved to find the flat empty and you go straight to your room, once stopping by the kitchen to found out Eddie has already washed the mug you left this morning. Fuck him (you wish). You’re not hungry and the only find you want to do is sleep and hope that tomorrow will be less painful. But it’s not. Eddie brings another girl back that night and you can’t help but found yourself wary at this incongruity. Eddie never do one girl after another. That’s just not him. But you never deemed him to be mean during sex so you guess you don’t really know anything about him after all. And he is mean, again. Rough, even. You pinpoint the sounds of pain that lead to pleasure, as he only speaks in orders. This time you don’t lend an ear to the whole spectacle. You need sleep. Your finals are dangerously close and you won’t let Eddie Munson distract you. So you smoke a cigarette to calm your nerves and you put Janis on.

The next morning, you wake up even earlier; It’s a change of strategy: perhaps if you wake up before them, you won’t have to face Eddie and what’s her name. But the plan fails and you grind your teeth when the kitchen is once again invade by an unknown girl while you sip your coffee in peace and quiet.

« Oh, sorry! » she stutters « I didn’t know Eddie had a sister. »

« Roommate, actually. »

Your smile is everything but sincere and the girl in front of you starts twirling her hair, probably caught off balance at your snarky answer. Your brows furrow at the sight and you gawk when you suddenly become aware that this girl, whom Eddie fucked last night, has your hair. If you were to look at her attentively, studying her as if she were some sort of insect and you a scientific, you may come to find a few differences. The length differs and you want to believe that yours seem to be in better shape. But it’s not your locks Eddie was grasping last night and it’s just another poke at your ego. You’re not good enough. This time, you don’t even wait for Eddie to come out of his bedroom and you barely acknowledge the girl as you leave the flat, knowing that you will come back as late as you can.

He’s there when you finally push the front door, hours later, exhausted. You know it because you hear the sound of his acoustic guitar, gently humming a melody that you have yet to hear before. It’s probably one of the multiple tracks Eddie is working on. The boy is incapable of focusing on one thing and you know that once he will begin to feel satisfied by this song, he will have to write another one. You can already see him, filling the pages of his notebook with new chords and new words.

« You’re home. »

You dart when Eddie’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. You hadn’t realize that the music had stopped and now you’re standing in the corridor and he’s looking at you from his bedroom, door wide open. He’s sitting on the floor, hair attached into a ponytail but a few wild strands frame his face, the ebony curls making him look like a Renaissance painting. His stare is fixed upon you, indescribable and the intensity of it uneases you.

« Yep. » You nervously start to chew on your lower lip, a very old habit of yours, « It’s been a long day. »

« You should rest then. » You want to scream at his solicitude. He has no right, being so gentle with you, as if you were some delicate vase that could break at any moment. Especially not when he is so rough with those other girls.

« I really should. » You really shouldn’t think about Eddie fucking, not when you can almost smell the faint scent of sex that exudes from his bed. Or maybe you’re just imagining it because you’re that desperate.

« Sleep well, sweetheart. »

Your answer is barely a sigh and you turn to leave when Eddie calls again.

« Y/N? » You instantly switch to face him and his eyes are now glossy with an emotion that almost scares you with its magnitude.

« We’re good, right? » He suddenly looks so young and you feel so very old and tired. You just want to crawl into his arms and make the pain disappear. But you simply say, « Of course, we’re good, Eddie. Why would we be anything else? »

It’s more a question to yourself and you have no answer to provide when you go to sleep.

The next few days pass in a hurry. You’re almost relieved that you have so little time between finals and your shifts at the café that you barely see Eddie at all. However, you don’t know why but you always meet the girls he brings home. You don’t mean to, but it’s like they can sense when you’re awake and they go to you, like a moth to a flamme. Except you’re the one burning here. You hear them as well. It’s almost like he doesn’t care that you’re a few feet away, completely capable of getting what he does to them, how he fucks them with vigor. You envy them. They leave his bedroom with disheveled hair, sore muscles and a smile that reveals how much they must have enjoyed it. And every time you look at one of them, which is not every morning but more often than you wish, you can’t help but grasp a likeness between you and them. It’s never the same thing, but there’s always something. Sometimes it’s in the sketch of the nose, or the way that she barely parts her lips when she smiles. One, you would swear she has the same voice as you and another, it’s something about her hands that makes you gaze a little bit too much.

You feel as if you’re slowly losing the little sanity you had left after escaping Vecna and you turn to the only person you can safely share your concerns with. Robin.

« So, what you’re telling me is that Eddie has been bringing a different girl back to the flat every two nights for the past two weeks and that, somehow, they all look a little bit like you? »

« I know, » you sigh, massaging your temples as you fathom the cast of disbelief on your best friend’s face, « I know it sounds crazy but I don’t know Robin… there’s something about those girls, it’s like they all have a little bit of me in them. »

« It doesn’t sound crazy considering that Munson has a crush on you since you crushed the skull of a demobat with your combat boots. I thought he was going to propose on the spot. »

« What the fuck are you talking about? » You hiss into the receiver of your rotary telephone but Robin doesn’t listen and she keeps talking - like she usually do when she has something she wants to say

« It’s glaring, Y/N! If Eddie is fucking all of those different girls that somehow, in the grand mystic scheme of the universe, seem to look a little bit like you, it’s because he wants to fuck you! Now, I don’t know why the man can’t grow some balls and actually fuck you - because, let’s be honest, we both know you wouldn’t be opposed to the idea - but you have to do something about it! Do you want to be fucked by Eddie Munson or not? »

« Robin, I know that you are at work, could you please not scream the words Eddie Munson and fucking?! » You shot an apprehensive glare at your bedroom door. Eddie is not home, but he should be finishing work soon and the last thing you want is for him to overhear this conversation.

« Why? It’s not like he’s going to hear me! He’s not in Hawkins, for fuck’s sake, he is in Indianapolis, with you. You should be the one screaming that you want him to fuck you, I’m sure he’d be more than pleased to hear it! »

You hang up shortly after that, Robin spending the rest of the call trying to convince you to make your feelings known and you rebuffing the idea. Perhaps she’s right, perhaps Eddie is trying to find some bits of you in those girls but the fear of losing him because you misinterpreted what just happens to be a coincidence is greater than your need for closure. You’re glad you haven’t mentioned the roughness of his intercourses. It’s one thing to admit other the phone that yes, you do indeed want your roommate to fuck you, it’s another one to confess that you want him to fuck you until you can’t walk.

Two days later, your finals are finally behind you and you’re grateful for it. It’s Saturday night, which means that Eddie will probably be having a drink with his colleagues from the record store and you can spend the evening alone, watching a movie on the worn-out sofa that Eddie had found in your street, just a week after you moved in. He called it fate, you called it a sanitary hazard but he insisted that you needed one and that cleaning it would still be less expensive than buying one. So you had agreed because when could you say no to him?

So here you are, alone, David Bowie’s blinding smirk on your TV screen as you watch Labyrinth - the cassette was a gift from Steve for Christmas, Robin probably telling him about your preference for eccentric long-haired boys. You try not to think too much about Eddie, where he is, who he is talking to. You force yourself to ignore the persisting speculation that keeps on telling you that you will find out soon enough, when he brings another girl home. You got a beer in your hand, something that’s very peculiar of you. You never drink alone, a promise you made to yourself years ago to never become like your father, but those past days have been torturous and you just feel like unwinding tonight. So you sip the alcohol, enjoy your movie and revel in the peaceful atmosphere that you have created for yourself.

Peace doesn’t last. It dies when the front door suddenly slams open and the oh so easily identifiable drunken voice of Eddie Munson reverberates in your flat.

« Y/N Y/L/N! »

You barely have the time to register what is going on that he is already in the living room, leaning on the doorframe, definitively plastered.

« Eddie Munson? » the dainty intoxication of the beer you’ve just finished is making you bold and you raise an eyebrow to him « You’re home early, and alone. What happened? Thought you had more game than that. »

« Do no mock me, princess, » Eddie grunts, clumping to you until he almost collapses on the couch, his head resting on your lap. You quiver at the sudden intimacy. It’s not like he’s never done it before, he does it all the time when you’re watching a movie together. It usually ends with your fingers playing with his hair. It soothes him, or so he claims. « I missed you.»

« I missed you too, Eds. » You’re glad he’s not looking at you because you feel like crying.

« Did you? » he’s looking at you now, his deep brown eyes peering at you so sharply that you feel as though you are staring at the center of Earth itself, « ‘was under the impression that you were, dunno, avoiding me. »

You don’t know what to say but you don’t feel like lying, not tonight. And your silence is enough of an answer so that Eddie pulls himself up, now fulling facing you as he sits on the couch next to you, his shattered look a dagger in your already bleeding heart.

« It’s because of the girls, isn’t it? » he pleads, your attention locked to the television.

« Eddie, I-» but you don’t have the time to finish whatever made up sentences you were planning on offering to him

« I fucked up, I know. I shouldn’t have brought so many of them, don’t know why I acted like that, probably trying to make you jealous - as if you give a fuck about that sort of thing - and now you must think me truly abnormal because I know you could hear us from your room and that’s why you can’t even bring yourself to look at me, you’ve finally realized that I am, in fact, a freak. »

There’s so much to unpack in his little monologue that you don’t where to start - although the part where he talks about making you jealous has started a fire in your lungs and you don’t know how long you’ll be able to breath before asking if he actually mean it. So you just switch to face him and you take his jaw between your hands, a gesture that you know will calm him down.

« Eddie Wayne Munson, » you over-articulate each syllabe, your eyes never leaving his, « I do not think you are a freak or abnormal, just because you like it rough in the bedroom. »

« But the girls, they bothered you, right?? » he keeps on babbling, « because I called Steve and he said something about Robin yelling my name and the verb fucking when she was on the telephone with you during one of her shifts at Family Video so please don’t tell me that there’s nothing I should worry about because it’d be a lie and we both know it! »

He finally ends his diatribe with a blow and you’re left more lost than ever. Eddie is obviously very drunk but you know from experience that alcohol makes him the very picture of honesty. One drink and he is incapable of lying. And while there’s this respectful, dignified part of you who objects to using his state of inebriation to your advantage, you’re also just human and painfully flawed.

« Well, » you’re unsure at first but your inquiring mind gets the best of you, « well if we’re being honest, yeah, there’s something about those girls that… bothered me, you could say. »

Eddie’s fretful eyes never leave you as you begin to unravel your heart to him. Your hands, that were once on his jaw now rest on his lap, his fingers intertwined with yours and the familiar feeling on his rings against your skin somehow gives you the strength to utter the rest.

« It’s just that, I don’t know, perhaps I am imagining things and I’m completely mistaken - and if that’s the case, I want you to know how sorry I am and please don’t let me being a moron ruin our friendship but I just feel like… those girls they… I was under the impression that they kinda all add something in common with me, you see? »

Eddie’s silence is deafening. He is no longer facing you and as you anxiously observe his profile, you distinguish an odd brilliance in his eyes. He’s about to cry, you comprehend, I’ve ruined everything.

« Forget it Eddie, » you’re quick to shake your head, as if the gesture could erase your words, « I’m sorry, it’s probably the beer that’s making me say crazy shit. »

« No, » his voice is softer now, although you still recognize the cast of alcohol in it, « no, you’re right. They all looked like you, somehow. That’s why I wanted them. »

He turns to face you, bearing a smile so full of sadness that you feel a knot slowly forming in your throat.

« I know it’s the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard in your life. But it took me three years to graduate high school so perhaps I am indeed a lost cause. »

« Don’t say that. » You cut him off, tightening the grip that your hands have on his.

« But that’s the true, isn’t it? » Eddie lets out a sour laugh, gazing at your joined hands before he sighs, « Because any normal human being would just tell you how much they like you instead of seeking bits of you in every girl they meet. I can’t help it, I just - I just pretend they’re you even though they’re nowhere near as beautiful or smart or funny but I have to! Shit, I even almost hooked up with a girl once because she had your name but I couldn’t bring myself to say your name while kissing another name, that was too fucked up, even for me. »

« You… you like me ? » the knot in your throat is tighter now and you feel as if air has left your lungs

« Y/N, I’m crazy about you. »

There’s something in you that breaks at the very instant, perhaps the dam that you have built months ago, when the slow realization that your attraction for Eddie was not going anywhere had taken over your being. It’s like being submerged by a wave of emotions that you don’t quite know how to describe and, almost instinctively, you just laugh.

« I know » Eddie groans, hiding his face into the back of the couch, « Jesus H. Christ, this is so embarrassing. »

« More embarrassing that the fact that I’ve heard you slap at least six different asses during the last two weeks? » you can’t help but tease him, a sweet revenge for what he put your through

« You see, that’s exactly why it couldn’t be you! I could never be like that with you, » Eddie suddenly jolts and you laugh again because frankly, the whole situation is ridiculously funny to you

« Eddie Munson, you wouldn’t fuck me? But I thought you were crazy about me? » you dramatically act as if he was announcing you the worst news ever, gasping audibly, one hand planted on your open mouth, eyebrows comically risen above your overly shocked gaze. You’re about to laugh again but Eddie’s gentle tone interrupts you with something that you hadn’t expected at all.

« Y/N, I wouldn’t fuck you. I would make love to you. »

And you ultimately decide that fuck it, you’ve already wasted too much time ignoring what’s been spreading inside of you since you first heard him being dominant.

« Perhaps I want you to fuck me. »

Time stops for a second, or maybe for an hour. You can’t tell. Eddie looks at you, astonished, like a deer caught in the headlights, but there’s also the gleam of a fire in those magnificent brown eyes. You don’t know who moves first and later, you will both argue that it was the other but at this very instant it doesn’t matter. What matters if that you’re finally kissing Eddie Munson and he’s kissing you back and it is glorious.

It’s messy, of course, as first kisses tend to be, especially when there’s alcohol involved but as you part your lips, an eager invitation to feel his tongue against yours, you find out that you don’t care. It’s perfect just the way it is, with his hands buried into your hair and yours grasping his shirt wile you push yourself against his torso, craving even more contact. But you still need to breath so you break the kiss, your foreheads meeting and Eddie’s smile is so dazzling that you giggle again.

« I’ll fuck you in the morning when I’m sober, darling. » He pecks at the corner of your lips, tracing a route that goes from your jaw to your ear. « ‘cause I wanna remember every second of the first time I’ll get to feel you clench around me. »

Your laugh dies in a whimper and his lips are on yours again, only this time there’s a fervor that leaves you breathless. It’s like Eddie knows what you like, his teeth grazing your lower lip without biting it, his tongue slowly dancing around yours in a mystic choreography. Your nose is so pressed against his cheek that it’s all scrunched up now and when capture Eddie’s lips between your teeth, he lets out a moan that makes you shudder with anticipation.

« Easy there, princess. » He chuckles, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into a tight embrace, his mouth leaving delicate kisses at the crown of your head, « we’ll have plenty of time tomorrow. »

« But I want it now, Eddie » you’re not far from begging, your nose finding the crook of his neck as your start leaving sloppy kisses at the juncture between his neck and shoulder « I want you to fuck me. Or to make love to me, I don’t care. »

« Maybe I can make fuckin’ love to you » there’s a glimpse of malice in his boyish smile that makes you question why you waited for so long before making a move on him.

« Or you can fuck me with love » you counter, playing with the unkept curls that frame his beautiful face.

And you both laugh, and suddenly everything feels easy and right. You have completely forgotten about the movie playing in the background, about David Bowie and magic babies, because the only thing that matters is right in front of you. You want Eddie and he wants you to and tomorrow, after Eddie finally fucks you, you’ll Robin and Steve and you’ll thank them for making things right. But for now, you kiss him until your lips hurt and you can’t tell if it’s because of the constant contact with Eddie’s mouth or because you can’t stop smiling from the sheer ecstasy that this night has brought to you.

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Socialist Nancy, Communist Robin, and Anarchist Eddie love to have political debates in front of Steve, who doesn’t know who the U.S. president is.

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#but honestly i would do anything to bring this mf back

#i would give netflix my left kidney for him #eddie munson

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i may or may not be currently thinking about re-writing shakespeare’s entire work as a collection of eddiexreader one shots

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i have the biggest smile on my face right now. give me shakespeare, mutual pining and declaration of love thanks to the theater and i can die a happy gal✨

Soldier, Poet, King- Eddie Munson x reader

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summary: Juliet Capulet is the role you’ve been dreaming to play your entire high school career, and you couldn’t be happier that you got the part. The only problem? Eddie the freak Munson is your Romeo.

warnings: language, stupid god damn idiots in love, sort of enemies to lovers???, fluff, a Heathers reference that we’re gonna pretend came out in 86’ instead of 89’, some nc-17 kissing 😏

wc: 2.5k

a/n: repost bc tumblr is an ass and ruined the formatting 🥲🥲🥲

a/n/n: this is my first (and hopefully not last) eddie fic!! im so happy with how this came out and i hope i did the guy justice!! i really hope u all enjoy this fic! big thank u to @sunflowergirl522 for encouraging me to branch out and finally write for eddie. also also also ik the leo dicaprio romeo and juliet came out in the 90s but let’s pretend purely for the aesthetic thx

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You’re fuming when you march into Hawkins High’s cafeteria, the click clacks of your heeled boots already attracting an audience. You feel the heat spread on your face and chest, your necklaces starting to feel suffocating. You wouldn’t be surprised if steam started coming out of your ears.

All because of Eddie fucking Munson

The logical part of your brain tells you that you shouldn’t be angry at Eddie. It isn’t his fault that your original Romeo, Tommy, got fucking Mono and had to drop out of the play.

But the red, blaring alarms are ringing off in your mind when you imagine acting opposite of Eddie Munson, Hawkins renowned freak that you’ve been secretly harboring a crush on for God knows how long. You can barely think straight whenever he’s around, your body always hyperaware of his presence.

And that’s the absolute last fucking thing you need when you know there’s going to be college scouts in the audience.

Your future is in their hands, and you can’t have anyone interfere with that.

Which is why you’ve convinced yourself that the predicament you’re currently in is all Eddie’s fault.

As if your thoughts had summoned him, a mop of curly brown hair and even browner eyes meet your own, and your fury is replaced with butterflies.

God damn his stupid brown eyes.

You force yourself to keep moving to your destination, Eddie’s soft expression turning into shock when he realizes you’re coming to his table.

“Munson.” is all you say, and the entirety of the Hellfire club goes silent.

“Juliet.” he replies with a playful glint in his eye, knowing it’ll piss you off.a

On the outside Eddie portrays himself as someone who couldn’t give two shits what others think of him. He’s confident in the person he is and even comes off a little smug at times.

On the inside though? He feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest if you look into his eyes for a second longer.

He’s had a crush on you, Hawkins resident drama club queen, ever since he was put into the same class as you at the beginning of the school year. He loves how passionate you are about theater and can never stop the lovesick smile on his face whenever he sees you dramatically read out scenes from whatever play you’re reading in class that week. It was no surprise to him when he heard you got the lead in this year’s play.

What did come as a shock was when Ms. Tomlin told him he’d be an understudy for Romeo.

Eddie had no fucking idea what that meant, but he didn’t sweat it because he knew Tommy, the co-lead of the play, would do nothing to risk losing his spot as Romeo.

Then he got Mono, and it turns out an understudy is, in Dungeons and Dragons terms, a sub.

Eddie would be subbing for Tommy.

As fucking Romeo Montague.

Your Romeo Montague.

He had to skip Miss O’Donnell’s class today for a quick smoke to cope with this information.

Now his buzz was wearing off and he seriously felt like he was going to combust if you didn’t stop looking at him as if you could read his mind because why the fuck are you here staring at him like that?

“I need to talk to you.” Eddie just sits there, stock still, and you roll your eyes, grabbing his calloused, ring clad hand and practically drag him out of the cafeteria into the empty hallway.

“Easy, tigress. If you wanted some alone time with me all you had to do was ask.” you scoff and turn towards him, unimpressed.

“Look, I’m sure Tomlin already told you about the new arrangement. I know you probably couldn’t care less about this play, but my future is riding on this and-” you pause when you see him holding back a laugh, “I need you to take this seriously, Eddie! Why are you making fun of me?” you demand, ready to stomp your foot in frustration.

Eddie starts full on laughing now, and you want to slap him. “I’m sorry, honeybee. I promise I’m not making fun of you! It’s just, you’re still holdin’ my hand.” your eyes widen, and you look down to see that both your hands are still interlocked. You quickly rip your hand away out of embarrassment and ignore how much you miss his touch.

You miss the flash of disappointment in Eddie’s eyes when you look back up at him. “Sorry.” you mutter.

Eddie clears his throat and runs a nervous hand through his curly hair, “Believe it or not, I don’t not care about the play. And, as shocking as this may be to you Miss Drama Queen, I’ve studied the lines. Tomlin made sure of that.” he lies through his teeth.

He didn’t study the lines because of Ms. Tomlin, not entirely. He studied them because he wanted to know why you liked this stupid play so much and was hoping by familiarizing himself with it, he’d get the courage to actually talk to you.

Eddie takes a breath to gain some courage before taking your hand again and bowing dramatically, softly kissing the top of it, “As your new and improved Romeo, I propose we meet after school as often as you’d like to run lines together, and I vow to take this as seriously as I can.” He smiles softly at you and you’re positive he can see the blush on your cheeks when it slowly turns into a smirk.

You don’t know how long you stay like that, but the bell ringing makes you both jump out of whatever spell you’re under and you pull away quickly, clearing your throat. “That, uh. That sounds great, Eddie. How about we meet at my place tonight after school? 6 o’clock?” He nods dumbly and you can’t help but laugh as you pull a marker out of your back pocket, writing down your address on his hand.

“See you soon, Munson.”

You’re halfway down the hall when he responds and couldn��t be more grateful for it, otherwise he’d see the stupid grin on your face.

“Farewell, my Juliet!”

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It had been a few days since you started running lines with Eddie and you’re truly impressed with him. Whether the outcast wants to believe it or not, he has a natural talent for acting and storytelling. You’ve been to a few of his Hellfire meetings, and you can’t help the silly grin on your face when he acts out his campaign to the boys. He enraptures his audience, and you always find it so hard to look away, resulting in Eddie catching you staring countless times, always sending you a wink before going back to the game and leaving you a blushing mess.

It’s hard for you to stay in character whenever you both rehearse, because he’s so convincing in the way he professes his love to you, the small unscripted touches he gives you whether it’s tucking a stray hair behind your ear, grasping your hand, or lightly stroking your arm affectionately.

Every time you touch it feels like an electric shock.

You’re constantly reminding yourself that this is all an act, that you’re playing other people, and every time you do your heart breaks a little more.

You’re falling hopelessly in love with Eddie Munson, and there’s no stopping it.

You don’t want to stop it.

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You’ve been pacing in your room for the past half hour, convinced you’ll burn a hole through your carpet if you continue but you can’t stop.

Tomorrow’s the first showing of Romeo and Juliet, and as much as you and Eddie rehearsed for this, you’re still freaking the fuck out over one thing.

You have to kiss Eddie.

In front of the entire school.

The two of you have run through the entire play countless times, but you’ve always skipped over the kissing scene. He’s never mentioned practicing it, so never you brought it up.

Does he not want to kiss you? Could you be reading all the signs he’s giving you wrong? What if he doesn’t want to do the play at all anymore?

Your spiraling is interrupted by a tap on your window. You check the digital clock on your nightstand with furrowed brows. You weren’t expecting anyone this late, so who the hell could be at your window? Walking over and opening the curtain you’re met with the man you’ve totally fallen for.

Eddie smiles shyly up at you from outside your window as he poorly balances a box of pizza in the hand he wasn’t using to hold himself up, rain drizzling down on him. You laugh incredulously, quickly unlocking and pulling your window up, taking the box from his hand.

“Hey there, Juliet. Miss me?” you roll your eyes and help him inside.

“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you said you couldn’t rehearse tonight?” Eddie just smiles and takes your hand to kiss in greeting, something he’s done ever since that day in the hall.

It gets me in character, Y/N. Don’t make fun of my methods.

It never failed to make you feel like you were the most special person in the world to him.

“Yeah, well. Practice got cancelled, and I heard from a little birdie when I was gonna rent a movie that my girl was getting herself worked up all day about the play tomorrow. Thought she could use some greasy food and company, s’all.” Eddie’s cheeks are tinged pink as he began playing with his rings, a nervous habit of his that you noticed he does around you quite often.

It was times like these that you wondered if he returned even an ounce of the same feelings you had for him.

You take one of his hands and play with the ring on his right hand, your favorite, “That was really sweet of you, Eddie. Thank you.”

Your touch seems to give him a boost of confidence because he just shrugs it off with a playful smile, “It’s no problem. Gotta to treat my Juliet right, don’t I?”

“Before we both die a tragic, untimely death in front of the whole school tomorrow night? You better be treating me right.” you both laugh and dig into the pizza Eddie brought, a comfortable silence between you two.

“So, what’s got you so stressed about tomorrow, sweetheart? Doesn’t seem like it’s just some opening night jitters. Talk to me.” Eddie asks you softly as he wipes his mouth with a napkin, drawing your attention straight to his lips.

How dare they be so kissable?

“It’s uh, it’s nothing, really. It’s stupid.” you try to brush it off, but you should know better. Eddie doesn’t budge.

“Hey, look at me.” he gently tilts your chin up to look into your worried eyes, “Nothing is stupid when it comes to you, you hear me? Now spill.” he orders softly, and you sigh, throwing all caution to the wind as you spill your guts.

“Do you not want to kiss me?” you blurt, hand coming up to cover your mouth in shock.

Out of all the things you could’ve started with, this is what you decide on?

Fuck me with a chainsaw.

Eddie’s eyes nearly pop out of his head with how wide they are. “W-what? Y/N what are you talking about?”

Are you insane? All Eddie’s ever wanted was to kiss you. He’d never admit it aloud, but he’s actually grateful that he was cast as the understudy for Romeo. Otherwise, he’s sure there’s no other way he’d get the chance to kiss you.

“It’s just, we’ve been rehearsing this play religiously all week and every time we get to the kissing scene you just skip it, move on to the next scene or say we should wrap it up for the day.” you can’t even look at him right now, you feel so defeated and embarrassed.

“Sweetheart, I,”

“Look, just forget I said anything. I told you it was stupid.”

“Y/N.”

“Maybe it’s best if you go, we can forget about it, and I’ll see you tomorrow night. No hard feel- hmph!”

Slightly dry and chapped lips crash onto your nervous rambling ones in a forceful kiss that literally took the breath straight out of your lungs.

You were kissing Eddie.

Eddie was kissing you.

Not as Romeo and Juliet, but as yourselves. Eddie Munson and Y/N L/N, real people, kissing.

It was perfect.

Until his lips left yours faster than they appeared.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. You were just on a roll, and I didn’t know how else to shut you up.”

Eddie’s forehead touches yours, breaths mingling together, and you’re convinced no drug could make you feel this high.

“I never brought up the kissing scene because you never brought it up, honeybee. I didn’t want to come off creepy or make you feel pressured into kissing me. Trust me, I do want to kiss you. I always want to kiss you. Y/N, I’m,”

“Do it again.” you demand, pupils blown wide, still catching your breath.

Eddie looks at you quizzically until you start leaning in, and he gets the picture.

Ring clad hands cup your cheeks, the contrast of the warmth of his skin and the cool metal of his rings sending a shiver down your spine. He kisses you deeper this time, slower, as if to say what he can’t put into words in the kiss.

You kiss back with just as much fervor, sliding your hands into his hair and pulling lightly, making him moan a little and you smirk.

Eddie dies a little inside when he pulls away, air becoming a necessity. “I’m in love with you.” he admits, breath uneven and face as red as a tomato, he’s sure. His heart is on fire when he looks at you, flushed face, kiss bitten lips that are shiny from his tongue.

You were so fucking beautiful.

You always were.

The way you smile up at him makes him feel unstoppable. You take both his hands in yours and kiss them, like he’s always done to you. “I’m in love with you too, Munson.”

You fucking giggle at the way he beams at you. Eddie has a smile that could end wars, you’re sure of it.

“I don’t think any of that was in the script.” you tease, and Eddie kisses you again because he can’t help himself now that he’s got a taste of you.

“Don’t care. It was in mine.”

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