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cherrychilli · 4 months

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Eddie Munson x AFAB reader, friends to lovers, mentions of nudity, brief mention of masturbation (m). Basically, Eddie finds you sleeping naked in his bed.

A/N: Idk I've had this idea in my head for too long now and I need to exorcise it out of me with this little drabble or I'll never be able to get on with my life.

Forest Hills trailer park wasn't your usual stop after clocking out of work but after the day you’ve had you don’t have it in you to wait for the next bus back to your apartment. Your place is 30 minutes away but the journey is sure to take even longer in the current downpour.

Staying over at the trailer wasn't anything new. A spare key was entrusted to you years ago and you made use of it on days like this to crash at Eddie’s for convenience sake. The key came with the promise that you were welcome to anything you needed even if both Eddie and Wayne were away – shower, food, an extra change of clothes, what have you, and you needed them all today.

With Wayne out of town for a few days and Eddie due back in two hours you sink into auto pilot, weary down to the bone from your shift. Maybe that’s why it doesn’t feel as weird as it probably should when you started to undress in their kitchenette, hanging your work clothes over the back of a nearby chair, rummaging through the fridge in your bra and panties for a quick bite to eat before heading for the shower.

There wasn’t much in it besides beer since Wayne hadn’t been around to stock it. Eddie always preferred ordering take out over getting groceries – something you were going to nag him for again when you had the strength to do so.

Cereal it would have to be.

You located a box inside one of the cupboards, tipping the wheaty, sugary contents straight into your mouth without bothering with a bowl and spoon. It’s not lost on you how similarly you’re acting to Eddie right down to the unruly state of half undress, wiping crumbs off your lips with the back of your hand. If you finished off with a belch it'd be like he never left the trailer this morning.

The messy mouthfuls of cereal prove enough to silence the toad’s croak of hunger that'd been gurgling noisily inside your belly, putting the box away.

Traipsing through, feet dragging, you threw your clothes into the washer next along with your underwear, completely nude now in the Munson trailer as you made your way to the shower – but not before reaching out for Eddie's Garfield mug that sat on a nearby shelf, turning it around so that the cartoon cat's lazy smirk no longer faced you. For your modesty.

You try to keep the shower brisk, not wanting to use up all the hot water but with the way it sprays down on your aching body, the steam and heat combo soothing your poor sore muscles, it’s so blissful that you have to keep yourself from nodding off right there.

You did make use of Eddie’s body wash, some spicy, woodsy smelling thing in a jet-black bottle but you didn't dare use the two in one shampoo that sat in their shower caddy. It might have worked fine for Eddie and his wild mane but you knew better than to apply the stuff to your own hair. Fortunately, experience had taught you to carry a travel sized bottle filled with your own shampoo whenever you stayed over, working over your locks in a lather scented with cranberries and vanilla.

Stamina depleting by the second, toweling off and brushing your teeth takes the last sliver of energy out of you. Eyelids slipping, movements sluggish, limbs feeling too heavy for your own body to hold up – you’re shutting down whether you like it or not.

Dropping the damp towel on his bedroom floor, you intended to change, you really did. You’d even picked out one of Eddie’s washed t-shirts and a pair of boxers out of the laundry and set them down at the foot of the bed to put on before you made yourself comfortable but that’s not what happened.

Still nude, you crawl into bed, seeking warmth and soft comfort, numbed down to a kind of tunnel vision with rest being your one and only goal.

It feels all the more natural because you’re used to sleeping naked in your own bed, much too tired to remember that you’re not in your bed, draping a blanket that doesn't belong to you over your spent body, surrendering to sleep seconds after your head hits the pillow.

It'd still been raining when Eddie returns later. Dragging himself through the trailer, nearly as worn down as you had been, shaking the excess water out of his hair like a dog trying to get dry.

The smell of your shampoo still lingering in the air tells him you're there, finding you curled up in his bed, all bundled up to your neck. The sight makes him smile.

It doesn't take too long for him to join you, following a similar routine – a quick bite with the addition of a beer and then a shower, only he doesn't skip out on clothing himself in his PJ's first.

If he’d shared the blanket with you he might have found out about your lack of dress sooner but as the gentleman that he can sometimes be, he pulls out a spare blanket from the closet so as to not wake you, prolonging the discovery. Being friends for so long meant that sharing a bed was never awkward even after you'd became adults.

That was until the next morning came.

It’s not the stream of morning light brightening from a cool blue to a warm amber peeking in between the curtains that wakes Eddie, or even the tinny smack of his neighbor’s broken screen door gusting open just a few feet away from his bedroom window. It’s the warmth of your ass pressed flush against his crotch and his nose nestled in your sweet-smelling hair that pulls him out of a dream he wont be able to recall later if he tried.

He shifts closer, eyes cracking open, remembering the tiny bottle of shampoo sitting on the bathroom counter. Remembering the new toothbrush placed in the cup next to his own. Remembering the powder blue towel that neither he nor Wayne ever used laying on his bedroom floor.

And then he remembers that he’s not alone.

Oh...

And then he wishes that he was.

Panic snaps up like a beartrap around Eddie when he realizes he's hard – his thick, throbbing erection pressed right up against your body.

Growing clammy, cold sweat beads on the back of his neck but he’s in luck because you haven’t noticed yet, still sound asleep.

This close together, he knows the slightest movement could rouse you. But what was the alternative? Wait it out? Hope to hell his boner goes away? Fat fucking chance. Not when the soft swell of your ass and your body heat alone had him questioning how he could ever go back to his calloused fist after this.

Carefully, desperately, he tries to inch back without waking you but just as he feared, you begin to stir. Your back arches instinctively, seeking out his warm, solid frame even in your sleep.

Shit shit shit.

The covers slip as you shift, your bare shoulders coming into view, eyes starting to flutter open. With no other option, Eddie swiftly rolls on to his back, his hard on no longer pressed up against you but the problem persists.

“Oh, morning”, you greet him through a yawn, pulling an arm out to rub at your eyes, blanket slipping lower but the frantic boy hasn’t noticed yet, too busy whipping his pillow out from under him to place over his lap.

“Uh-hey. Shower’s free if you wanna go first”, he offers quickly, smiling hard, hoping to subtly usher you out because he's too afraid to get up and risk you getting a load of the tent in his pants if he were to go ahead of you.

“Thanks”, you yawn again, still occupied with rubbing at your sleepy eyes to notice your best friend's pale face turning beet fucking red in an instant as you clamber out of bed, blankets no longer concealing you.

Eddie doesn’t know where to look first. His eyes dart everywhere, every bare inch of you on display. So much soft, naked skin it’s making him short circuit.

His gaze eagerly travels over the slope of your breasts as they jiggle gently with your movements, taking in your soft nipples, moving down over your belly and hips, noticing a few new freckles and beauty marks there along the way to the soft curls between your legs.

His erection digs into the pillow, brain dangerously close to fizzing because he’d been pressed up against you like that all night and not even known it.

A shiver works its way through you, making you question why it feels so drafty in his room all of a sudden. You turn back to ask Eddie if there’s anything wrong with the heating, catching the shocked expression on his face.

Looking down, you're met with the sight of your nude body, breasts bare, no underwear. It's a good thing the occupants of the trailer park liked to mind their own business, even if sometimes you thought they did so to a fault because in any other neighborhood your piercing screech would have had everyone within earshot dialing up the cops.

The scream ricochets off the walls at an ear ringing volume, causing Eddie to jolt and lose his balance, falling out of bed while you leapt back in. Grabbing his spare pillow, you press one half against your chest and squeeze the rest between your thighs to shield yourself.

Now he slaps his hands over his eyes.

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More than anything, you try so hard to push it aside. To pretend that it hadn't happened but it looms over you like a cloud on the brink of bursting with rain.

After three whole days of walking around eggshells around each other it's Eddie who breaks first.

"I can't stand this I don't know what else to do, Can we just talk about it please?"

“Eddie…", you sigh, a gentle warning.

"So what if I saw you naked? you saw my boner!...sort of. I mean, I guess that doesn't exactly make us even but it has to count for something, right? you're not alone in this"

You immediately set your wide eyes on the only other patrons in the diner to see if they’d overheard – two older women swapping pictures of their grandchildren over coffee and cheesecake. When neither of them take a pause in the middle of cooing about little Tommy's third Birthday or little Emily's first day of Kindergarten you redirect your attention back to Eddie.

“Eddie! Keep your voice down!”, you whisper shout at him from across the booth. "There are literal grandmother's here!"

He rolls his eyes. Not mean spirited, just unconcerned by the ladies and what they may or may not have overheard.

And then, even though no one’s paying either of you any attention, you lean closer over your half-finished key lime pie, one hand shielding the side of your face like you’re trying to avoid getting recognized by an ex who’s just walked in.

"I'm so embarrassed...please can we just drop it?", you plead, voice hushed.

He gives you this look of mild incredulity. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Trust me", and the inflection in his tone almost gives him away, prompting him to double back immediately.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel more uncomfortable than you already do. So he doesn't need you to catch on that he's got every moment of your unintended strip tease memorized. Or that he likes to replay what he's since thought of as the best 10 seconds of his life over and over again when he's fucking his fist in the shower.

“I just mean that it's nothing to be embarrassed by. It could have happened to anyone. Who among us hasn’t napped in just their birthday suit before, am I right?” he finishes with a slight wince, knowing none of this is exactly helpful.

And you know he’s only trying to be nice in his own, sweet, bumbling way but you still feel terrible.

"I don't know if I can shake this feeling", you cast your eyes down, looking too close to despondent for his liking.

"Listen I- I don't know how to fix this but I want to. Please just tell me what I can do and I'll do it, okay?"

God, he's sweet and it makes you feel a little flustered being on the receiving end of that gentle stare, needing to shift the mood lest you drown in all that earnestness pooling in his eyes.

It's moments like this that call for a bad joke to cut the tension, right? some momentary and well meaning deflection before you're ready to address the matter at hand again.

Letting out a half hearted laugh, you make your best attempt to inject some humor into the situation.

"I don't know. Maybe it might help if you got naked too", you nervously scraped your fork against the buttery graham cracker crust of your pie, dislodging a few golden crumbs.

It was so very clearly a joke. At least you had thought so. Eddie? not so much.

His brown eyes go wide, looking scandalized, his voice coming out a little more quite than you're used to.

"What?"

"I mean, I showed you mine after all", you tried again in a cadence that was wholly unserious but once again, he fails to catch on.

"You want me to get naked for you?"

You should correct him and you mean to but before you're able to do just that, something about the way he's staring at you makes you want to match his seriousness. The fact that he didn't say no right away strikes you as weirdly intriguing.

"You don't have to", you clarify, adding, "It's just that – well, you asked and I think it could maybe help? to really get us on even ground?”

The words that come out don't feel like you own – foreign to your ears even though they're said in your voice, with your own lips forming them and your own tongue curling around every syllable.

What the hell am I doing?

Eddie pauses. Seconds drag on like nails on a chalkboard as he taps a ringed finger thoughtfully on the edge of his empty plate smudged with faint traces of cream cheese and lime zest.

"Fine. On one condition", he leans back, arms crossing over his chest, smiling wide and megawatt bright.

Oh my god is this really happening?

“...Yeah?”

"You're going to undress me"

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Part two? who knows. Certainly not I.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things smut #eddie munson x reader

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shelbgrey · 7 months

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HEY HEY HEY

Dear author, I would like to know if you are taking requests for Twilight? Do you write to Carlisle Cullen? If yes, please I request something for Carlisle Cullen!Wife (in this universe, Esme does not exist). Where others treat her like a mother and she has a certain affinity with wolves (even though she is a vampire). So just a mommy to my vampire clan a best friend/mother figure to my shapeshifter clan 🫶🏻🫶🏻.

I hope I wasn't rude!!!

Carlisle as your husband HCs

Paring: Carlisle Cullen x Wife!Reader

Summary: life as a motherly figure to the wolves and Carlisle being your man.

🩵MasterList 🩵marriage mood board

Carlisle and you:

So I think Carlisle would want you to stay human as long as possible. You knew he'd never turn someone who had a choice, it annoyed you but you weren't gonna push it like Bella did to Edward.

To say the least he was nervous to talk to you at first, you had just gotten a job a pediatric surgeon at the Forks hospital. He was smitten from the moment he saw you. He would say he's a calm and collected man, but when he saw you he lost all confidence.

It would probably take him a bit for him to talk to you rather your mates or not, this was the first time he actually felt shy around a woman. He would steal glances at you all the time at work and admire you from a far.

You would always smile at him and be so kind and gentle. That being said you actually asked him out, that pissed off the whole femal staff of the hospital. You so confidently asked him to see a movie with you and he immediately said yes.

“Yes! I mean I w-would love too, thank you for the offer... I-it's a date”

You guys get married before you changed. From the day you started to dating up until your weddings you guys just sorta lived in the moment.

There was times he would be nervous or scared that he'd hurt you but he wasn't a big baby about like your dear son Eddie. You trusted him with your life and being around you for so long the fear was gone quickly.

So, I said he'd never turn someone who had a choice, well unfortunately you got sick around the time you turned the same age as him. There's no amount of words that explain the sadness Carlisle felt when he heard you had cancer, but on the bright side he could turn you and you wouldn't be in any more pain.

The family welcomed you with open arms and the kids got attached quickly. They all love you and you treat them like they were your own children.

Carlisle is and will always be husband meteral. He treats you like a queen and you guys even sorta acted like a married couple even before you actually tied the knot.

He's very affectionate person with you. Always kissing your forehead or hugging you.

If you want attention you'll seek it, it doesn't matter if he's reading or doing paperwork you'll cuddle up to his chest and he'll continue working.

He loves having you in his lap while he's doing God knows what in his office. He'll have you against his chest and he'll his rest his chin on your shoulder and continue working.

“Doc, you almost done?” you asked, playing with the buttons on his shirt.

Yeah, you call him Doc. You use that more than his actual name, that and Carr. If he hears his actual names he thinks he's in trouble.

“Hey, Carlisle can you come here please!” you shouted from another room.

His eyes widened and he raced into the living room where you were. “What did I do?”

You raised an eyebrow confused. “nothing that I know of, what's wrong with you?”

“why did you call me that?” he asked with puppy eyes, yeah he's been around Emmett for too long.

You chuckled a bit. “Can you please get that book for me” you said pointing to the high shelf. “of course” he nodded relived he didn't do anything wrong.

If he dose something wrong Emmett will rat him out, trust me.

His kisses are always full of passion and love. He makes sure you know your the only girl he wants and since your a vampire he isn't afraid to hurt you, but that doesn't mean he's rough with you or just doesn't care.

You guys dance alot too, at night when the right song is playing you guys just sway around in your room without a care in the world.

He loves leaving love notes for you, sometimes he'll just put them around the house for you to find. Sometimes it'll be on the bathroom mirror other times it'll be on your nightstand. They're always so sweet and loving

'If I were to kiss you and then go to hell I would, so then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without even entering it.'

And the sex... 😏

You make him watch a lot of medical shows and vampire movies with you.

If your watching greys anatomy be prepared for him to correct EVERYTHING.

“that's not how that surgery works” he said rolling his eyes, the show actually aggravates him sometimes and it's not because of the drama and their bad decisions is because they get medical stuff wrong.

“it's just a show dear”

“Derek Shepard doesn't know shit” he mumbles.

I don't think you relize this man would do anything for you. He'll kill for you and he's not a violent man.

Your relationship with the Cullen kids:

You've always had this motherly personality and you love being around kids, this would probably lead you to baby the Cullens a lot. This would drive Carlisle crazy a bit especially when you start doing things they are well capable of doing.

“Emmett she shouldn't have to do your laundry”

You shrugged carring a basket of everyones clothes. “I was washing stuff anyway”

But that doesn't mean you don't know when to put your foot down. You can be very stern when you need to be, something it even makes Carlisle nervous.

You made a rule that the boys aren't allowed to wrestle in the house not, not after Emmett accidentally pushed Edward threw the wall and completely destroying the living room wall. You and carlisle came home from work and a deer had wondered into the house. You grounded them both.

“well I hope you guys don't have anything planed this weekend beacuse you're spending it fixing the wall.” you said.

There are times your the mean parent and carlisle is the gentle parent. Not in a bad way of corse it only happens when needed but then you immediately feel bad for yelling at them.

“Emmett your grounded, no video games till the garage is fixed”

“you can't ground me, I'm a grown ass man” all the kids and even Carlisle went wide eyed at how Emmett talked to you. He said in a playful manner in his defense, you guys have that type of teasing relationship. The others missed thst.

“can she do that!?” he quickly asked Carlisle, Rosalie quickly butted in. “she's queen of the castle she can do whatever she wants” carlisle smiled and agreed with a nod.

You and Rosalie have a strong bond, she goes to with anything and everything having full confidence you can help her.

Sometimes you guys will just ditch Carlisle and Emmett so you can just sit and talk.

Alice is very attached to you, almost like a young kid would be to their parent. Holding you hand sometimes or having her head on your shoulder while you're watching a movie.

You pick each other's outfits and sometimes intentionally match.

Emmett, Jasper, Edward... They are all mama's boys and you can't change my mind. Emmett is the trouble maker but honestly he's babbied the most. Edward treats well and loves you and so dose Jasper.

You love Edward but you don't like Bella, you'd never tee him that, but she's just a headache to be around.

Your not a hateful person and you believe everyone deserves a chance, but when's he's consently putting your husband and the other kids in danger you don't take that lightly. Especially when Edward decided he couldn't love without her and tried to get the vulturi to kill him.

You weres so angry you started to cry when you weres scolding him.

Your the only one who understands why Rosalie doesn't like being around her.

“We're stuck with her Rose, let's try and stay civil”

You and the wolf pack:

You've known both the Uleys and the Black's for a long time. You Became friends with them long before the Cullens showed up.

You and Sam grew up together, naturally you helped him with every single pack member when they phased.

You treat them all like little brothers, you'd take a bullet for them but at the same time you want to knock their heads together.

At the beginning you understood, but the pack wasn't too keen on Carlisle and the whole situation. The young ones like Jacob and Seth who at the time didn't know the truth was there to cheer you on though.

Your very protective of both Seth and Jacob. You jokingly call them your sons.

The pack has huge respect for it which is why they all willingly help you and the Cullens, they know if they want to keep you safe then they have to help the vampires.

You guys take care of each other.

After a while they grow to like Carlisle, Sam respects him and he's just happy that your happy. And of course Carlisle treating you like a queen helps too.

Seth liked him right off the bat and carlisle even became a father figure to him.

You help keep the peace for both sides and in the end your the glue and the reason that keeps them together.

#Carlisle cullen #carlisle cullen headcanons #Carlisle cullen x reader #Carlisle cullen x wife!reader #Carlisle cullen imagines #Twilight headcanons #Twilight x reader #Twilight Imagines #Wolf pack x reader #Wolf pack imagines

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rogueddie · 2 years

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There's something... off about Steve. Eddie can't quite put his finger on it, but he started noticing it a long time ago. Long before they actually met. Back at the tail end of his King Steve days.

He'd gotten glimpses, like he was seeing behind a mask. The way Steve usual smirk and swagger would drop, just for a moment. But he didn't look upset about losing friends... he looked haunted. Something so empty and lost about him. The moment would be over as fast as Eddie saw it, the whole King Steve persona slipping back on just as easily as it slipped off.

The look on Steves face stuck with him though. There was something so unsettling about it. Something so wrong. Because Steve was the spoilt, rich, popular kid. He had distant parents, everyone knows that, but... Eddie didn't want to think about what could've shaken up Steve Harrington so much, what could leave him looking so traumatized. He doesn't want to know.

But, of course, Eddie never got so lucky.

He's surprised, yet not at all, when he finds out that Steve has been dealing with the alternate dimension bullshit for years. It makes so many little things make sense. Makes the sudden loss of social status, the complete 180 in his attitude, seem reasonable.

And that should've been it. As nice as it was, saving the world with Steve Harrington, Eddie understands how things are. Even with his reputation shredded, hanging out with the town freak- now town 'we still think he's a murderer no matter how much they clear his name' level freak- is far, far below Steve.

But Steve keeps seeking him out. He keeps knocking on the trailer door. Ringing him up. Turning up to D&D sessions early so he can talk his way into coming back to hang out with Eddie.

Sometimes the King Steve mask makes a return, more often a mutation of it. But, for some reason, there's no masks on when it's just the two of them. Steve is freely and openly weird. He admits to things that Eddie knows he wouldn't usually share without pressure. But he shares them with Eddie.

Eddie asks him. But Steve just... smiles. Changes the subject with such ease that it isn't until later that Eddie even realizes that he never answered. He's kind of impressed.

Eddie learns to love it. He's got such deep insights into Steves psyche now that he can read him better than Robin can. He makes a point of correcting Robin too, enjoying the confusion and frustration he causes. Especially with how often she jokingly threatens him for stealing her soulmate.

And he is. It takes him a while to realize that he is... but he is. He's essentially stealing Steve.

He doesn't like groups. Not a lot. He likes having quiet moments with a couple people, he likes spending alone time with people, and it's no different with Steve. He likes knowing that he definitely has all of the attention and that the other person has all of his.

So maybe he feels a little possessive over their alone time, over the way Steve is so open with him specifically. With him exclusively. But it's not getting in the way of anything, it's not a problem.

Until, one day, Eddie notices Steve slipping away behind a mask. It's not the usual King Steve or variant. That throws Eddie off. It makes him too curious to ask, to look too close as to why. He wants to know more about the mask Steve is creating.

It's suave. Confident. It gives Steve an air of romance, something about it making him seem so much more slick. Like the persona of an old romcom movies male lead. It makes him stand a little straighter, it has his eyes wondering so freely. It makes Eddie blush.

Eddie stops him one day. He has to make sure Steve understands that, whatever he's doing with this new mask, Eddie isn't feeling friendship things about it.

Steve gives him that smile again, the one that makes it clear that Steve has figured something out that Eddie hasn't. He doesn't change the subject this time. He pointedly steps closer, grabs Eddies hand.

"Maybe I don't want you to feel friendship things about me," Steve says. He doesn't have the usual slick tone of his new mask. He looks a little nervous. "Maybe I only wear this mask with you."

Steve doesn't let him kiss him, ducks to the side far too smoothly. He still has Eddies hand in his. Eddie can't help but narrow his eyes, suspicious of the playful grin he's getting.

"Let me take you on a date first. A nice dinner, some expensive red wine..."

"Fuck you," Eddie is grinning though. Revels in the way his bluntness makes the mask slip again, this time because Steve is too amused to hide it- something that is more and more common.

It's more rare, these days, to see Steves masks slip because of whatever horrors he's remembering. It's almost always because of Eddie, making him smile, making him laugh. Not even his King Steve mask can hold up against Eddies odd, feral charm.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #ficlet #attempts were made #stevecentric

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celaenaeiln · 9 months

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ROBIN DICK WAS A WILD CHILD GIGGLING MANIAC

THEY STOLE THE BATMOBILE! THEY STOLE THE BATMOBILE AND TOOK IT OUT FOR JOYRIDING!!!

THIS BOY WAS CRAZY. HE WAS A CRAZY LITTLE PSYCHO WHO BEAT TO THE SOUND OF HIS OWN DRUM.

He's the kid you see in shows where you're like this kid is a goddamn psycho but he's a cute goddamn psycho so it's okay.

Dick didn't need a leash because he was an angry robin.

Dick needed a leash because the world wouldn't be standing if he was set free.

Batman-BRUCE-probably lost 10 years of his life with Dick. Hanging from chandeliers, taking the batmobile out for joyriding, taking down Gotham's worst criminals.

Also Dick doesn't fight monsters, okay? He plays with them.

What? Want proof?

DICK'S CRAZY IS SO INSANE THAT HE SCARES THE JOKER INTO SUBMISSION AND ISN'T THAT THE BEST?

Do you know what the situation here is? There is no situation.

He literally just dropped into Arkham to play with the Joker and leave after having fun.

You what happens after he leaves?

The Riddler asks the Joker, "Know the visitor?" or something and the Joker replies,-

"Why don't you just go riddle yourself, Eddie."

How bonkers do you have to be to seek out the most insane, use them for fun, and then throw them aside like a used toy?

Deranged little boy with a heart of gold. There's a reason criminals run when they see him.

"Every now and then, I have the feeling I've totally lost my mind."

"It's a great feeling."

CRAZY CRAZY CRAZY!!!

Characters who have dual personalities are the freaking best. On one hand, he's a ruthless psycho with a penchant for walking the line but never crossing it. On the other, he's the darling of the universe with heroes and civilians feeling possessive, proud, and awed by him.

To the good, he's known as the Savior and the Light. To the bad, he's the stuff of their nightmares and hated obsessions.

A man who can wield his personality like a double edged sword is a man who can't be defeated.

#dick grayson #nightwing #bruce wayne #batman #joker #wally west #flash

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wintaswan · 9 months

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⟣┄─ ˑ 𝐈𝐈𝐈. ✧ ──ㅤ THE LOSERS CLUB.

୨୧ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖻： 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

୨ pairings: (the losers club minus mike x fem!reader)

୨ summary: how they acted, felt and looked the first time they saw you.

୨ warnings: blood, injuries, homophobia, slut-shaming.

୨ disclaimer: i use (name) instead of ‘y/n’.

୨ content: (preference, romance, fluff)

— 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁.

bill first laid his eyes on you in the school cafeteria as you walked past him with a friend. he only saw the back of your head as you walked away, yet that was enough to keep him looking. as you turned around, your beauty took him aback. he quickly flashed his eyebrows, and began to feel overwhelmed. he looked away and stared down at the table where he was sat, mouth agape, eyes wide, cheeks pink. “oh.. oh my god..” he’d think to himself.

bill was snapped out of his daze when richie noticed his peculiar state. “the fuck’s got your knickers in a twist, bill?” he’d laugh.

bill, still half deep in his daze, makes eye contact with richie. he tries unusually hard to form a response, but can’t seem to choke out any words or sounds. the losers share looks of confusion before bill squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, releasing a deep sigh. “bill, are you okay?” stanley would question bill’s sudden breakdown with concern filling his voice. bill would nod as he relaxed his face and body, sneaking what was supposed to be a glance at you, but turned into a stare. suspicious, stanley followed bill’s gaze and eventually figured it out.

“richie, the line”, eddie would gently nudge richie’s shoulder. “what? what line?” “the lunch line, dipshit! everyone’s gone, hurry up” eddie irritatedly explained, standing up to walk over with richie who followed close behind. “are you staring at a girl?” stanley began his interrogation, a smirk tugging at his lips. bill stuttered frantically, seeking denial, but surrendering. “y-yes” he admitted sheepishly, beginning to fidget with his jean pocket. “no, it’s not a bad thing. who is she?” “i d-don’t know. i-i’ve-i’ve never seen her be-before” he said, breaking his stare at you to look at stan. before stan could respond, eddie and richie sat back down, defeated looks on both of their faces. “i-i take it they-they’re out of jolly r-ranchers” bill released a small laugh, amused at their expressions. “yeah and it’s all eddie’s fault - he made me wait until the line was smaller when we could’ve easily gotten to them if we went in line!” richie complained particularly loudly. this sparked a small argument between eddie and richie.

using their distracted friends to their advantage, bill discreetly pointed you out to stanley, and he smirked as he gave bill a small nod in approval as he checked you out for himself. stan observed your mannerisms and behaviours to decipher the sort of person you are, and with his summary, he decided on a personalised plan to help bill.

bill found it hard to tear his eyes away from you, he couldn’t believe his own eyes. he believed ‘pretty’ was an insulting understatement for your kind of beauty. bill’s stomach was filled with butterflies, and his hands fiddled with each other as he took quick glances at you every few seconds, being careful not to stare out of concern of you noticing. although, part of him longed for the moment your eyes would lock with his.

— 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗌.

stanley saw you for the first time in an art class. your name was called for attendance by the teacher, and the name was unfamiliar to him - you were a new student. as he heard you confirm of your presence, his heart skipped a beat at the lovely sound that was your voice. his eyes searched for you around the classroom, and when he finally saw you, he could not pull his eyes away from you. he was so lost in you that he didn’t hear his name get called by the teacher. bill nudged him out of his daze.

he shook away his thoughts and apologised before awkwardly muttering something, confirming of his presence. he smiled and looked down, before quickly glancing at you again. he felt butterflies go crazy in his stomach as his mind was racing at the thought of you. he felt eager to introduce himself.

when art class started, he went to retrieve an apron, when he saw you struggling to tie your apron up on the small of your back. he laughed quietly at your attempt to tie a knot without looking, and blushed. he thought you looked adorable. something came over him, and he decided to go in for it.

“need some help?” he spoke softly as he gestured to your apron. “m-maybe..” you sheepishly replied, attempting to avoid eye contact with him. stanley simply laughed as he walked behind you and began tying your apron up, trying desperately to ignore his shaking hands. a blush crept onto both of your cheeks. “thank you” you quietly muttered as you began to fidget with your fingers. “it’s okay. i-it was funny though, watching you trying to t-tie it up” his voice was soft as he laughed, and his hands lingered for a few seconds more than they should’ve. his smile widened at the sound of your laugh, his heart racing in his chest.

you felt his hands withdraw from your lower back, so you turned around to face him. as you looked up at him, you both realised how close your bodies both were to each other. “th-thank you, again” you whispered as your stomach did flips. “your- your welcome” stanley replied, attempting to ignore the feeling of his face and body burning up. you looked back across the room for your canvas, and made eye contact with him one last time before smiling awkwardly and walking back to it. he smiled to himself as he observed your every move. stanley was aware that he was about to get himself into a feeling of deep obsession, and he wasn’t objecting it.

— richard tozier.

richie first saw you in the hallway at school. you were a new student and you weren’t expecting the hallway to become anywhere near as crowded as it became after class. you were walking through the crowd by yourself with your head down, a beautiful small rose wedged above your ear.

he saw you when you were all the way at the opposite end of the hallway, and when he first laid his eyes on you, his eyebrows raised. richie’s jaw slightly dropped and he quickly reached his hand up to fix his glasses. as he saw you up close, he sharply exhaled through his mouth as the blood in his body rushed to his cheeks. if only you would have looked up to meet his eyes, and maybe you would have seen the pure adoration present in his gaze. however, you didn’t look up. which is likely why you walked into him.

your bodies quickly collided, however it wasn’t forceful enough to push you over. you looked up at him and saw his mouth agape, and his cheeks pink. you couldn’t decipher whether he was trying to form any words or whether his mouth was just hung open for.. whatever reason. you quickly mumbled an apology as you began walking up the hallway again. richie immediately turned around and watched as you walked away, his heart fluttering as he recalled the small interaction you both so recently shared.

“she dropped her flower” stanley pointed out as he bent down to pick it up. richie took the flower from stanley and began chasing after you - he thought it was a perfect excuse to see and interact with you again. finally, right outside of the door, he caught up to you. he gently tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned around to face him. richie presented you with the flower. “you- uh- y-you dropped this” richie’s voice was shaky with nerves, and he cursed himself for sounding so nervous. “oh, thank you..” you’d smile sheepishly to yourself, gently taking the rose from his hand. your hand slightly brushed against his, and his breath hitched in his throat. he looked at his hand, then back at you. his hand was still extended the way it was when he held the rose.

richie snapped out of it before forming a response. “oh, i-it’s okay …. w-what’s your name?” he attempted to keep talking with you, dreading the end of this moment. “(name)” you quietly responded as you tucked the rose behind your ear again. richie took a moment to respond, your voice giving him butterflies. “um, cool. i-i’m richie” the boy stuttered out, fixing his glasses. you smiled and nodded at him, wanting to continue the conversation but far too nervous to form words. “i- i’m gonna- i’ll see you around” he gestures towards the door before turning around and rushing back into the building.

the losers walked quickly back up the hallway when they saw richie. “r-r-richie, where-where’d you go?” bill questioned as he looked at the direction richie came from. “u-uh.. let’s go” richie rushed back up the opposite end of the hallway, and the losers shared the same bewildered expression. the losers caught up to him outside, and richie turned to face them, wide-eyed. “dude, i just saw the prettiest fuckin’ girl i’ve ever seen in my entire fuckin’ life”

— 𝖾𝖽𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗄𝖺𝗌𝗉𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗄.

eddie winced at the large cut on his arm as it stung him, almost bringing tears to his eyes. he swiftly made his way to the school infirmary. the stinging pain mixed with the worrisome thoughts of infections taking over his mind greatly overwhelmed him. finally, he arrived, and checked himself in. the school nurse escorted him to the resting room, where a girl his age was sat on one of the chairs. he froze in his tracks and his eyes widened, and suddenly he found himself experiencing trouble breathing. a peculiar feeling crept into eddie’s body, and he frowned at the unfamiliar sensation. “i’ll be right back, i just need to retrieve some supplies, darling” the nurse spoke frantically to eddie as she rushed out of the room.

eddie stood frozen for a few seconds before finally breaking eye contact and taking a seat across from you. he pretended to examine the room, sneaking a few glances at you in the process, his leg starting to bounce the more he registered your appearance. he couldn’t believe how pretty you were, and it only made him feel more nervous. he frantically unzipped his fanny pack and took a puff from his inhaler. it was then, he noticed your red, teary eyes and suddenly he felt a lump in his throat. it felt as if his thoughts were itching at him to ask the reason or cause of your situation, but that question was quickly answered when he noticed the red outline and bruising visible on your neck when you removed the ice you were holding up to your neck. he quickly frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but felt too shy to draw your attention towards him. eddie’s inner thoughts cursed whoever would do such a thing, especially to someone as cute as you.

the nurse rushed back in to the room, more ice in one hand with quite the amount of bandages and disinfectant alcohol in the other. she offered a small smile as she quickly handed the ice to you, before kneeling down to attend to eddie’s bleeding arm. “now, tell me, sweetheart. how did this happen?” the nurse questioned worriedly as she began to disinfect his cut. “u-um, i- some boys in my class- they- uh- were messing around with some knives in home ec. and one quickly turned around a-and uh.. slashed me” he explained frantically as he harshly shut his eyes in attempt to bear with the increased pain from the disinfectant. “ugh. what is it with boys today? first choking, and now cutting children with knives! keep some pressure on it, nice and firm. yes, like that,” the nurse scoffed as she wrapped the bandage around his arm. “yes, choking. i know, unbelievable. (name) just in front of you was choked by one of the older boys, patrick hockstetter, i believe, as she was on the way to class. revolting, i tell you. i wonder why kids do such things”

the moment your eyes met, eddie internally freaked out. he was glad, though, since the nurse mentioned you, he now had good reason for looking at you. eddie’s face heated up as you gave a little, embarrassed sort of smile at him. he returned a small smile, his blush becoming more apparent as his eyes darted around the room before looking down at his shoes. eddie felt beyond nervous, he was extremely restless, making small movements every few seconds - touching his nose, itching his head, adjusting his posture.. the only thing he could think about was the girl in front of him. at some point he considered that he had actually died and gone to heaven, and was presented with an angel. or, the amount of pain he felt was making him hallucinate to distract him from his injury - creating an illusion of beauty he considered impossible.

his smile had yet to falter as he looked back up at you. simply being in your presence made him feel as if he was floating. “(name), are you ready to go back to class?” the nurse asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. you nodded before standing up and putting your backpack on, looking at eddie as he looked a little disappointed. he dreaded your absence. you walked out of the room, taking one last look at eddie, smiling bashfully to yourself as your eyes met. eddie watched as you walked out, looking down at the floor again. “that was your girlfriend, i’m guessing?” the nurse had a mischevious, playful tone in her voice despite the fact that she was serious. “uhh, what- no, no, i don’t- know her” eddie frantically responded, his face turning a darker shade of pink. “well, let’s hope you get to know her. you looked mesmerised, sweetheart”

— 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗆.

ben spent his first few days in derry all alone in the library, beginning heavy research about the small town he had so recently moved to. he couldn’t deny that he felt slightly embarrassed, embarrassed that he had yet to see anyone anywhere near his age in the library yet. he had only seen people of an older age, and it made him feel quite outcasted that he was the only teenager that would pay visits to the library in their free time. that was until he laid his eyes on the first teenager he had seen in derry, and most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire lifetime. ben was sat down, scanning the library for anyone approximately younger than fifty, and his eyes almost missed you. ben did a double take and froze, staring directly at you for a good minute, mouth agape. he felt particularly excited that he had finally seen someone his age, and slightly intimidated that you were so beautiful. he began thinking of a good excuse to talk to you, or should he just introduce himself? you suddenly looked away from your book, and began looking around the room, clearly bored. you made eye contact with ben, and he shared a soft smile. you returned it, and shyly looked away. you and ben kept sharing quick glances at each other and repeatedly making eye contact and smiling, in which built an innocent, playful sort of tension.

the librarian suddenly dropped a book onto ben’s desk, causing his eyes to quickly dart up to her. “here’s the book you were looking for” she spoke quietly. ben muttered a quick thank you before returning to his book, only for the librarian to speak again. “you know, i think if you spoke to her, you’d get along rather well” she bent down as she whispered in ben’s ear, before she gave a mischevious expression. “wha- how did you-” ben’s utterly confused expression amused her. “i always notice when people eye each other in the library, darling. i may be old, but my eyesight isn’t failing yet” the librarian joked, giving him a light nudge on the shoulder before walking away.

as ben glanced back up at you, you stood up and walked into the section of the library where the books were - walking past him with an adorable little smile on your face. he watched closely and decided to go there as well. ben watched as you went exactly where he was going to go, and smiled to himself at how perfect it was, and how perfect you were. he suddenly felt nervous and went into an aisle in front of where you were. you read the titles of most the books before taking your pick, ‘History of Derry, 1889-1934’. as you pulled the book from the shelf, you met ben’s gaze through the bookshelf. you both shared an embarrassed smile before quietly laughing and looking away, before ben spoke.

“that book, it’s a pretty good one” he motioned towards the book, his smile almost audible. “you’ve read it?” you quietly asked, your eyebrows slightly raising in surprise. “yeah, i just read it, actually. now i’ve started reading the new one, ‘History of Derry, 1935-1988’” ben explained, a hand reaching up to scratch his head. “could- could i maybe borrow it after you’ve read it?” you asked, tilting your head to the side as you tucked some of your hair behind your ears. “yeah, of course! if- if you want you could come and read it with me now?” ben was hesitant, nervous about your response - afraid of rejection. even if it wasn’t a bold offer, he was still about to break out in a sweat “really?” “yeah, of course”

there was a comfortable silence as you sat next to ben, who you had no idea was internally freaking out. he was ecstatic that you took up his offer, and he kept taking discreet glances at you. his heart was beating abnormally fast - and he’d been blushing ever since he first laid his eyes on you. it certainly was not any help that your bodies were in such close proximity that your legs were brushing together, it made him force himself to hide the smile that was so forcefully tugging at his lips. eventually, conversations were started about the peculiar things you had both noticed about derry, and you bonded over your interest in research about it - even though you were only studying it for a school project. ben assisted you with your history assignment, and for once, you enjoyed doing school work.

— 𝖻𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗁.

as class ended, you rushed into the bathroom in attempt to arrive and lock yourself in a stall before gretta could find you. however, to your misfortune, she had beaten you to it. as you walked in to the bathroom, you froze in your tracks as your eyes laid on greta - leaning against one of the cubicle doors. “were you gonna hide from me (name)? are you scared of me? aww..” gretta teased with a fake sympathetic expression plastered on her face. you sighed. it wasn’t her you were scared of, you just didn’t want any new injuries. gretta’s constant expression of hatred towards you was only annoying, it was far from scary. if anything, you felt rather apologetic towards her that she would feel the need to inflict pain on others in order to make up for her own.

your eyes rolled back for a moment before you turned around to leave, before one of gretta’s friends blocked the doorway, her arms either side of the doorframe. “going somewhere?” she spoke mischeviously as she walked closer to you, causing you to walk backwards. you bumped in to gretta, who took harsh hold of you by your hair. she slammed you into what she would have preferred as a closed cubicle door, but to both of your surprise - it had been unlocked, causing you to fall into the cubicle and on to someone behind you. the person behind you quickly locked the cubicle door, leaving you both together in a particularly tight, small space. you turned around and were met with one of the most beautiful faces you have ever seen.

internally, beverly was extremely astonished by how beautiful you were - externally, her eyes widening for a moment. a smile tugged at her lips as she moved in front of you, both of you now facing each other, the only sound being the echo of both of your heavy breathing. beverly was feeling a little giddy, and she couldn’t do anything to hide her wide smile, or the blush on her cheeks without making it obvious that she was hiding the fact that she was in fact, blushing. “gross, i bet they’re making out right now. beaverly’s such a slut, it makes sense that she’d even try it with a girl” gretta teased, causing her small group of girl-friends to laugh. you squinted your eyes in pure disgust at gretta’s cruel remark, and beverly decided to respond. “and what if we are? why would you be so upset if it weren’t jealousy?” beverly smirked, amusement evident in her voice. “jealousy? you’re out of your mind. obviously, you’re done fucking guys, so you’re going after the girls next” gretta scoffed, harshly kicking the door with her foot. “do you enjoy living in a fantasy world, gretta? if you think i’ve slept with anyone at all, maybe you should take some of the medication at your daddy’s pharmacy to bring you back to reality” beverly snapped, suddenly feeling a little aggressive. “you and i both know that’s a lie-” “greta! leave them alone. go home” a mature female voice ordered, obviously a teacher. gretta quickly muttered something before footsteps were heard growing further and further away, before there was silence in the girl’s bathroom.

“th-thank you. for- unlocking the door..” you broke the silence, quietly thanking her. beverly was instantly snapped out of whatever anger she felt towards gretta, and her attention was completely dedicated to you. “oh- it’s- it’s okay” she blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she averted her gaze from you. there was a moment of silence before beverly spoke up again. “i’m beverly marsh” she offered a smile, hoping for it to be returned. “i’m (name) (last name)” your smile only summoned butterflies in her stomach, as did your melodic voice. “nice to meet you. you have a- nice name” beverly immediately regretted the compliment after the remembered it was possible you could misunderstand her intentions due to gretta’s (secretly, true) accusation of beverly wishing to be with a girl. beverly noticed as you were quick to present a bashful smile at the compliment, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “thank you, you do as-as w-well” your voice was breathy due to how shy she’d made you feel, your breathing pattern becoming irregular. “well, i have to go. i-i’ll see you around, (name)” beverly smirked as she put out her cigarette, unlocked the door, and left you alone - blushing and smiling to yourself back in the bathroom.

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𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

Paring: Eddie Munson x (female) Reader

Summary: reader has a nightmare about the time she nearly lost Eddie, she now finally confronts him about the events of that near fatal day. Eddie apologies and provides comfort in the best way possible…

Warnings: angst, nightmares, mention of injuries, character ‘death’ (in nightmare), smut, masturbation (f receiving), penetrative sex (m+f), cream pie, bit of cockwarming, minors DNI

A/N: title is of course from Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper! this came to me one night as I was falling asleep so I just had to turn it into a lil something, I hope you guys like it!! <33

also I didn’t proofread this at all bc I honestly couldn’t be bothered so sorry if there’s any mistakes lmao

This is for people 18+ only. Minors do not read on. By clicking ‘keep reading’ you are hereby agreeing that you are 18 or older.

You blink rapidly as you try to make sense of the scene in front you. The sky booms with thunder, lightening the colour of blood piercing through the sky. Above you the sky is alive with dark shapes, blood curdling screeches following the shapes as they dive through the air. It doesn’t take you long to realise where you were.

Back in the upside down.

Panic settles in your chest as you look around frantically, your eyes scanning your surroundings, seeking a way to escape. The demobats flying above you were on their way down, gaining ground quickly as they made their way towards you.

It’s then that you hear a yell cut through the storm.

“HEY!! COME ON!!!”

The demobats swerve course quickly, diverting straight towards the direction of the inviting yell. Your eyes dart in that direction and you feel your heart drop when you spy the man behind the voice.

Eddie.

You feel your breath stop in throat, your mouth opening in a silent scream. Your ears ring, the chaos suddenly melting into a loud high pitched whistle in your ears. The world goes dark around you expect for the scene right in front of you. It was as if someone had a filter over your vision, highlighting only the carnage that unfolded in front of you. You feel the scream burn your throat as tears sting your eyes, your entire body alive with pain as you watch on helplessly, your legs moving uselessly slow.

The demobats swoop down, knocking Eddie to the floor. The last thing you hear is his ear-splitting scream of pain just before the bats obscure him from your view completely.

The sound of Eddie’s screams, the ripping and tearing of his flesh: somehow it’s louder than the thunder booming above you. You desperately try to race over to him, but the distance seems to be distorted, like the ground was stretching underneath you, pulling you even further away from the man you loved.

Another scream lodges in your throat when you manage to look through a gap in the demobats. Eddie’s face, bloody and pale. His large dark eyes, always so alive with joy and happiness, now dull and lifeless. You feel as though your soul, the very fibre of your being, is ripped from you as you look on at your dead lover. Pain like you’d never experienced before flares you through as everything fades to black…

You sit up suddenly with a loud gasp, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your frantic breathing. Your hand clutches to your chest, feeling your heart as it races behind your rib cage, threatening to combust all together.

“Hey hey hey, what happened?” You hear someone grumble sleepily behind you.

You feel a warm hand rub at your back as the sleepy boy next to you sits up and pulls you into his chest. You can’t help it as you begin to sob against his body. He rubs his hands up and down your back, making gentle shushing noises as he kisses the top of your head.

“What happened?” Eddie mumbles against your temple after you’d finally started to calm down.

You shake your head lightly, taking a deep shuddering breath.

“It- it was just a nightmare” you sniff, suddenly feeling ridiculous.

Eddie gives you a light squeeze, placing another kiss to the top of your head.

“You wanna talk about it?” He yawns softly.

You shuffle back in his grip, looking up at his face. He blinks at you sleepily, flashing you a soft, gentle, and lazy smile. You feel a small smile tug at your own lips as you look at him.

Until the image from your nightmare flashes across your brain. Eddie’s face, covered in blood, his eyes dark and dull. Lifeless.

Your breath hitches as another sob lodges in your throat. You close your eyes as you try to force the image from your head. You feel one of Eddie’s hands cup your face.

“Hey hey” he whispers softly. “What is it? Baby, just talk to me, please” his thumb strokes your cheek, wiping away the tears that stained your skin.

You shake your head lightly as you take another trembling breath.

“I- just- just promise me something” you sigh through your rattled breathing

A small hint of confusion flashes across his face but he indulges you nonetheless.

“Anything, sweetheart” he whispers earnestly.

“Promise me you won’t ever leave me” you sniff.

He flashes you a small crooked smile, confusion veiled behind his eyes. He lets out half a chuckle before stopping short when he sees your entirely serious demeanour. His face falls to become as serious as yours and he nods at you.

“What’s brought this on?” He asks gently.

“Just promise me” you squeak, your voice cracking.

He nods lightly again, keeping his eyes on yours.

“I promise baby, I promise. I’m not going anywhere” he hums, stroking the back of your head with his other hand, pulling you back into his chest. “I’ll never leave you.”

For some reason you feel a sudden surge of anger bubble in your chest. Your hands ball into tight fists against his bare chest.

“Except you did” you seethe before you can stop yourself.

Eddie pulls back to look at you, a soft quizzical expression on his face.

“You did leave me. You left me and you damn near didn’t come back” you hit your fists down onto his chests in frustration, not enough to actually hurt him but definitely enough to emphasise your point.

“W- what are you talking about?” He asks gently, his eyebrows furrowing as his smile falters slightly.

“In the upside down” you bite back. “When you went after those demobats. When you fucking left me. And Dustin. When you damn near got yourself killed” you can barely get the words out between the cries that threatened to escape you.

“Baby I-“ Eddie stammers, unsure of what to say under your intense glare.

You just shake your head as more tears roll down your cheeks.

“You nearly got yourself killed just trying to serve your hero complex” you seethe.

You see hurt flash across Eddie’s face as he shakes his head again.

“That’s not what that was” he whispers. “I just wanted to help” he sounds close to tears himself.

“We’d already helped!” You snapped. “We’d done our part. All we needed to do was go back up the rope. Back to safety. But no. No, you decided to run right back into that shit fest” another sob racks through you. “And you damn near... died because of it” your voice breaks completely, your sentence jagged between your sobs. “You nearly left me all alone” you wheeze almost inaudibly.

“Baby...” he tries to tilt your head to look at him but you pull away, sniffing and keeping your eyes trained on the bed beneath you.

“It wasn’t like that” he tries desperately to explain. “It wasn’t about leaving you, I- I just felt like I needed to do more. Once I knew you were safe I just wanted to do everything I possibly could to help the others as well. I- I mean, isn’t that what you would’ve wanted? To give our friends a fighting chance?” He stammers.

You look at him earnestly, shaking your head lightly.

“Listen to me, Eddie. I love those people. So much. They are my best friends in the world. I love them more than I thought I could ever love friends” you tell him with a tiny smile before both your face and your voice take a serious edge. “But if it ever came to choosing between them and you, I would choose you. Time after time. You got that?”

He looks at you, a mixture of sadness and adoration painting his face.

“I’m sorry” is all he manages to say through his own tears. “I’m sorry” he reaches out for your face again, his palm caressing your cheek.

You lean into his touch, your eyes closing and focus on the feeling of his thumb once again stroking your skin.

“I just- I can’t lose you” you squeak.

“I know baby, I’m sorry” he leans forward to kiss between your eyebrows before leaning his forehead against your own. “I’m sorry” he breathes again.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, foreheads and noses pressed together, breathing slowing as you cling on to each other. After a short while Eddie tilts his head until his mouth brushes against yours gently. His lips press against yours softly, as if he was asking for permission. It reminded you of your first kiss with him, how soft and gentle he was, never wanting to push you too far. Your lips warm up to his slowly, the kiss gradually growing more and more intense.

You sigh into his mouth, your lips parting slightly. Eddie groans softly in response. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to deepen the kiss even further. You moan quietly, pushing your chest closer to Eddie’s as you respond to his silent question, quietly begging him to deepen this kiss, to take things further.

He keeps things slow and soft, even as he does slide his tongue into your mouth, pulling at the back of your head to tilt your face, deepening the kiss as his lips mould against yours. He cups the back of your head as he slowly lowers you down onto the mattress, twisting his body until his chest is hovering above yours. The hand not cupping your head moves to your hip, pushing up the shirt of his you were wearing until his thumb swiped across your bare skin. You shiver lightly, goosebumps rising on your skin as his thumb rubs small circles into your hip.

You moan pathetically into his mouth when you feel his hand move from your hips to slowly dip under the waistband of the small panties you were wearing. Eddie swallows the gasp that parts your lips when two of his fingers dip between your folds. A light shudder rolls through your body when you feel his fingers swipe between your folds. He circles your entrance a few times, collecting your wetness, before dragging it back up towards you clit.

“Eddie” you mouth inaudibly as Eddie starts to circle your clit softly.

“Shhh, baby. Just let me take care of you. Let me be here for you” he whispers hotly against your mouth, another shiver going through your body. “Let me show you I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie keeps his fingers moving, rubbing your clit slowly and gently, applying just the right amount of pressure. His lips leave yours as he moves to kiss and bite across your jaw, moving down to your pulse point. When he reaches the point just below your jaw he bites you gently, causing another moan to leave your throat.

You whimper as his fingers increase their speed. Your body arches, your hips bucking to meet his touch as your body comes alive with pleasure. His mouth leaves hot, wet kisses across your throat, his teeth occasionally pulling at your skin, leaving an artwork of bruises across your delicate neck. Your body ignites with pleasure, but you can feel your pussy clench over nothing. You’re overcome with the want, the need, to be full.

“Eddie, please” you mewl, nudging your nose against his cheek.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you baby” he whispers.

You shake your head, moving your hand to grip the hair at his nape. You pull on his hair, directing his face back to yours, your lips ghost over his as you pant lightly.

“No,” you whimper frantically. “I need you… need you inside me,” you rub your nose against his. “Please, please Eddie,” your voice cracks as you say his name.

“Oh fuck,” he groans under his breath before he leans forward to kiss you deeply again. “Don’t worry my love, I’m gonna take care of you. Gonna take such good care of you baby” he promises quickly.

You can feel him rutting against you, his hardened cock bumping against your hip as he practically humps your side. He keeps kissing you, his tongue tasting yours as he tugs your panties down your legs, your hips wiggling to help as he tosses your underwear aside. He only breaks the kiss for a second as he tugs the shirt of his you wearing over your head.

He places a quick kiss to your nose before he shifts to pull his own boxers off, throwing them to join your panties on the floor. His hard and leaking cock springs free, the tip red and swollen, aching with need. You moan at the sight of it, sitting up to grab Eddie’s neck with your hands again, pulling him back to your face, his lips crashing against yours. You fall back slowly, the kiss never breaking, as he positions himself on top of you, his hips slotting just above yours.

His hand slips between your bodies, grabbing his cock and lining it up with your waiting pussy. You whine into his mouth when he drags his tip through your folds, collecting the wetness that had pooled there whilst he’d touched you. A shiver rolls through Eddie’s body as he finally pushes the head of his cock inside you. You gasp, your body arching, your tits pushing up against his bare chest as he gently sinks inside you.

He lets out a grunt as he bottoms out, his hips bumping against yours as he sits deeply inside you.

“Eddie,” you plead with a whimper, biting and tugging on his bottom lip as you silently ask him to start moving.

“Fuck, you always feel so good baby” he groans under his breath as his hips begin to move. “So fucking tight.”

He sets a slow and languid pace, focusing on depth instead of speed with his strokes. Your back aches again, your hips pushing up to meet his. Your head pushes back into the mattress, head rolling to the side as your brain becomes foggy with all things Eddie. His smell. His taste. The feeling of his skin against yours, his chest against yours. His hair tickling your skin as his lips ghost over your throat. The sounds of your moans, his groans, and your shared heavy breathing. The wet sounds of him fucking in and out of you.

“Eddie” you whine, locking your legs behind him, pressing him harder into you.

You were overwhelmed with a desperate need for him to be closer. Closer. Impossibly close. Your hands paw at his shoulders, pulling him against you, your nails surely leaving crescent shaped dents in his skin.

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here” he murmurs against your jaw. He lifts his head to meet your eyes, his forehead resting on yours again.

“I’m not going anywhere” he whispers fervently, his lips meeting yours in a messy and desperate kiss again.

You nod lightly as another tear slips down your cheek. Your lips part from Eddie’s as another moan tears through you. Eddie was pushing deep inside you, rolling his hips against yours, the tip of his cock brushing that special spot inside you with each snap of his hips.

“You promise?” Your voice cracks, from pleasure or from tears you’re not sure.

“Mmm” he hums as he runs his nose up your throat. “I couldn’t ever leave you,” you feel him smirk against your skin. “Couldn’t ever give up this sweet ass," he chuckles softly, giving the side of your ass a light smack. “Or this perfectly tight pussy,” he adds with a wink, grunting between each word as he continues fucking into you.

“Eddie,” you groan, chastising him softly as you smack the back of his shoulder lightly.

Eddie smiles down at you before taking one of your arms and lifting it above your head. He pins it to the mattress, letting his fingers interlace with yours. He leans down to kiss the crook of your elbow as his arm holds yours down.

“I promise” he whispers seriously with a shaky breath.

You nudge his head with yours until he tilts his chin to connect his lips with yours once again. He kisses you sloppily and desperately, both of your lips trembling as he starts to increase the pace of his hips.

“I love you” you whimper against his lips.

“I know baby” he pants. “I love you too. I’m sorry” he apologises softly again.

You feel his eyebrows furrow as his forehead rests against yours, his face twisting in pleasure as his hips start to falter in their rhythm. His hand shakes, his fingers squeezing you hard where he still pinned your hand into the mattress. You can tell he’s close as he tries to slow down his pace, pulling his focus into bringing you closer to your own climax before he even thought about finishing himself.

Eddie puts all his weight into the hand holding yours, pushing your hand almost uncomfortably hard into the mattress. You feel his other hand slip between your bodies, his fingers searching until he finds your clit. Your arch up into him, another moan flying from your lips as he starts up his circling motion from before. The pleasure surges in your body, both from his fingers and from the head of his cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside you. Eddie pants and grunts loudly, desperately holding back his own orgasm as he coaxed you towards your own. Your stomach tightens into a knot, a pressure building in your groin as your climax builds and builds, seconds away from breaking point.

“Ahh, fuck” he breathes shakily as your pussy involuntarily clenches around him. “Shit baby, you feel so fucking good” he croaks.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum” he practically cries, his voice weak and strained. “I’m gonna cum. Fuck, are you close baby? Want you to cum with me, need you to cum” he practically begs as he loses his face in your neck.

Eddie's hips stutter, his entire body tensing as you feel dick twitch inside you. His entire body shakes, his fingers trembling as he desperately keeps up his circles on your clit. His grunts and profanities are loud in your ear as he keeps fucking you through his own high, brining you closer to your own high just as he bottoms out inside you, pushing his cum as deep as possible inside you.

“Oh Eddie, fuck” you whine as your own climax finally crashes over you.

He groans deeply again as your cunt flutters around him, clenching as your body convulses with each wave of your orgasm. Eddie keeps fucking you slowly as you both ride out your highs, his fingers languidly playing with your clit. He only stops his circling movement when your body start to jerk involuntarily with the overstimulation. He thrusts his hips into you a few more times you moan when you feel his cum start to leak out of you; Eddie essentially slowly and gently fucks his own cum out of you.

When he finally stops his thrusts he looks down at you softly, a warm smile adorning his face. Behind his smile you can see the sadness that still lingers there; the worry that you were still upset with him. You didn’t need to hear him speak to see all the emotions he conveyed with his big, brown eyes. I’m sorry for what I did. For my stupid, heroic bullshit. I love you. I’ll never leave you again. I love you. I love you.

You smile back at him, letting your own silent dialogue flash in your eyes. I forgive you. I love you. Don’t ever pull that kind of shit again. I love you.

Eddie’s smile broadens as he understands your silent words. He leans down and kisses you again before he slowly flips the two of you over, placing you on top of him. He manoeuvres you gently with intent, careful to keep his cock sat inside you as he rolls to lie on his back. You’re about to climb off him, to get cleaned up, when his hands suddenly grab onto your waist.

“No no no wait” he rambles quickly, pulling you back down into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a bear hug. “Stay here for a bit” he mumbles, kissing the top of your head. “Just wanna stay here, with you, like this” he whispers, his hands rubbing up and down your back gently.

You sigh and roll your eyes playfully, but you don’t fight it. You slump against his chest, your arms wrapping around his torso, placing a quick peck to his collarbone.

“Mmmm I’m definitely not going anywhere” he hums, nudging your cheek with his nose. “Gonna stay sat inside this perfect pussy forever” he mumbles, smirking and giving you a kiss on the forehead.

You giggle softly as Eddie lifts his head to pepper kisses across your neck, chuckling lightly with you.

The feeling of Eddie lying underneath you, chest to chest, bare skin against your own, his slowly softened cock still sheathed inside you. You have to admit, you think you probably really could spend the rest of all time just like this.

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A/N: lmao at this was supposed to be just a lil angst fic but I could not resist the urge to add smut and turn it into a full on smangst fest! I can’t help it, I’m just such a slut for smangst honestly! so yeah I hope you guys liked this <33

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If You Seek Eddie

NSFW, 18+ minors DNI; TW: obsessive, pervy fem reader x Eddie, use of “Daddy”, subtle dom/sub, spanking, oral (both m & f), etc.

**Special note: the title is a play on Britney Spear’s “If You Seek Amy” **

You knew what you were doing was wrong, but a stronger part of you couldn’t stop yourself. It was like a magnetic force, pulling you closer…drawing you in. You were addicted to the boy and nothing you did would scratch the itch you had for him. If only you had the courage to speak to him, if only he would notice you. It would be different, maybe you’d be the center of his affections or at the very least, a casual fuck. At this rate, you’d settle for just about anything as long as it involved him. Here it was, just another typical Saturday night and you were glued to your bedroom window. Sitting in the dark so you couldn’t be seen, waiting to get a glimpse of the hottest boy you had ever seen. Your neighbor, Eddie Munson, whose bedroom just so conveniently faced yours.

He had just gotten home from what you had presumed was a date, however, he seemed frustrated. When you had heard the familiar whining of his van and the screeching of his breaks when it halted to a stop, you were unable to keep from peeking out of your living room window just to see him. Eddie hopped out of his van, slamming his door shut harder than usual. His hands balled into fists, a scowl permeated his face, and the gravel crunching loudly under his sneaker clad feet as he stomped up to his door. His wallet chain swinging off of his hip with each of his strides. You could practically see his trailer shudder once he slammed his front door shut. A large part of you wished you had the courage to go over, knock on the door, see if he was okay. “Let’s face it, you’re a coward.” You muttered to yourself as you slinked off to your bedroom, not bothering to turn on the light.

Peeking out from the corner of the window, hoping the one streetlight on your street wouldn’t tattle to him with your little perverted secret. Eddie’s bedroom window lit up, like a beacon begging for your attention. He still had that scowl seeping into his features, a beer in hand as slammed his bedroom door shut. He reached for something, his stereo began booming loudly with screeching metal as he flopped down on his bed. His shoes already had been kicked off, one of his toes peeking out of a hole in the material. Giggling softly to yourself at how silly it seemed, but quickly you covered your mouth. Too afraid that somehow he may hear you, even though it seemed impossible with how quiet you were in contrast to how loud his music was.

Eddie had grabbed his guitar from beside him, seeming to have left it on his bed, your eyes focusing on his thick and nimble fingers work up and down the fretboard. He was lost in concentration, his tongue poking out in the slightest way as it always seemed to do when he was focused on something. Oh how many times you had imagined that tongue on your body — inside of you. Clenching your thighs together at the thought, you cursed under your breath. Noticing movement out of the corner of your eye, you look back up to see Eddie standing now. With a swift motion and one hand, he pulls his shirt off, revealing his toned torso that was littered in delicious tattoos. Biting your bottom lip as you imagined tracing the delicate lines with your finger — with your tongue. A small line of hair beginning just above his navel and traveling down and disappearing into his blue checkered boxers that were now hanging over the waist of his jeans. The belt he wore doing little to conceal them, which you were always thankful for.

One hand was wrapped around the aluminum beer can, he takes a long gulp of the alcohol as his other one quickly unbuckled his jeans. There was something so attractive about the action and seeing the veins bulge out in his arm with the simplest flex of his muscles was always the hottest thing you had ever seen. A whimper escapes your lips unwillingly as he sets his beer back down to slide his tight, dark jeans down his legs. His pale white legs were littered with hair, his crumpled boxers that were bunched up high on his thighs were now settling almost halfway to his knees.

He looks out his window and for a moment it feels like he may see you, your heartbeat thunders in your veins as you wait for him to get mad, mortified, appalled…something. Instead, he just smirks to himself as he looks down at his feet. Titling your head to the side, you’re curious to know what that smirk is about. Eddie lays back on his bed, one arm propped under his head like a makeshift pillow. His hand, which was still clad with all of his rings, starts lazily tracing patterns on his chest and slowly begins its descent down his stomach. Feeling your breath catch in your throat, you instinctively lean closer to the window, afraid you may miss something.

When Eddie’s fingers started creeping into his boxers, you couldn’t help the small mewl escaping your lips. Wishing so badly that you were the one that was touching him. His bottom lip sucked in between his perfect teeth as he palmed himself underneath the thin material. Your arousal was beginning to pool in your panties at this point. It all felt so wrong to watch him when he’s so unaware, but something felt so right at the same time. Your hand subconsciously slid into the thin fabric covering your pussy which was already damp with your slick arousal.

Eddie’s lips parted, you could only assume a moan escaped those beautiful, plump lips. How badly you wished to hear it, you imagined him moaning your name as your finger swirled over your aching clit. Your soft moan filled the silent room, your eyes still glued to him. His hand retracted from his boxers, the tent he was pitching made you gasp softly at the length. As if Eddie could hear your thoughts, he granted your wish and freed his hard cock. It was long and thick, even in all of your fantasies and dreams you never imagined it would be so pretty. The head was a darkened pink, it was hard to make out far away but you could swear it was glistening with pre-cum. What had him so worked up?

Your finger now circling your swollen bud with new fervor at the gorgeous sight, your moans filling your darkened room. Eddie’s veins in his hand were bulged out as he fisted his cock, you matched your pace on your clit to the thrusts of his hand. Occasionally he would spit into his palm and continue, it was so sexy…so dirty. The longer you watched, the more obsessed with him you felt. His eyes closed tightly, his mouth hanging open in pleasure. The color of his cock turning a darker shade of pink as he edged himself closer to his release, you felt that familiar tightness in your belly. Imagining it was Eddie touching you, imagining you were touching him — riding him, kissing him.

Holding onto the window sill for fear of your knees giving out from the intense pleasure that was building up inside of you, Eddie’s hips were thrusting up into his hand so that he was fucking his fist. As if it were synchronized together, the first waves of your orgasm began rocking through you as Eddie tensed up and shuddered. Long, stringy ropes of his cum spurted up, coating the back of his hand and stomach. Your body quivered as you soaked your hand and your underwear, cursing under your breath. “Fuck.” The both of you were panting softly from the exertion of your release. Eddie leaned over to his nightstand and grabbed a Kleenex, wiping his cock off roughly. Chuckling softly to yourself as you discard your used panties and toss them into your hamper. That’s when Eddie pulled his boxers back up and turned off his light. Sighing softly as you went to get ready for bed yourself, you cursed yourself being too chicken to just talk to him.

The following Wednesday, that itch was desperate for scratching. Eddie had his curtains drawn since his last ‘performance’ and you were needing more. Remembering that today was his Hellfire meeting because you had seen him chatting with his fellow members before you left school. He was running down the hall like a goofball, being overly dramatic about his campaign and making the other kids laugh. At this point, you knew Eddie’s schedule so well and knew he wouldn’t be home until late. The itch was growing louder with need in your mind, consuming every thought. You paced around your trailer, having an argument of morality and legality of what you were wanting to do. “You’re being fucking crazy….stalkerish….oh my god, what if he catches you?” You kept muttering under your breath.

Pinching the bridge of your nose and scrunching your eyes tight, letting out a sigh, mumbling, “Five minutes. In and then out.” Trying to establish boundaries with yourself as you prepared to do probably the stupidest thing you had done to date. The sun had gone down, the little trailer community was dark and quiet. You put on a pair of black shorts to combat the oncoming summer heat, and a black zip up hoodie, just praying no one would see what you were about to do.

Leaving your porch light off, you sneak out of your trailer and scurry across the street. Checking over your shoulders to make sure no one was watching before you slowly opened up the screen door to Eddie’s trailer. Knowing that Wayne was already at work by the absence of his truck so it would be empty. Your heart thundering in your ears as the hinge squeaks, your palms were already sweating as you looked around again. No one was looking outside, yelling at you, calling you crazy or asking what the hell you were doing. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Slowly, you turned the door knob which was unlocked, cracking the door and squeezing inside quickly, shutting the door behind you. Paying attention to Eddie well enough, you knew the door was unlocked all of the time because he kept losing his key.

The trailer smelled like stale cigarettes and beer, a real man cave with all of the hats and trinkets that adorned the walls. Chuckling to yourself, and shaking your head because this was so not his aesthetic but it clearly was his uncles. Slowly, you tiptoed through his trailer still somehow paranoid you would be caught even though it was currently vacant. Your hands lightly grazing against the walls as you felt your way around, a little scared to turn on any of the lights. Pulling a flashlight out of your jacket pocket, you keep it low to the ground so that the neighbors don’t call the cops because they think a burglary is taking place. The thought of that happening makes you shudder, that would be truly mortifying.

Making your way down the hall, you can see what is clearly Eddie’s bedroom. His door ajar and you could already see the band posters, clips from magazines, and records plastered on the walls. It was familiar to what you were used to seeing when you’d watch him at night, but it was totally different seeing it in person. Your heart fluttered as you slowly pushed the door open, your fingertips grazing over the different tapes and albums. Seeing his dirty clothes strewn about on the floor, you picked up one of his shirts. Holding the fabric up to your face and breathing in his scent — it smelled like cigarettes, weed, and faintly like the cologne he must use. A whimper left your lips, your itch being metaphorically scratched as you were getting what you were craving. Well, not quite what you were craving, but close enough.

Holding onto the shirt still, you walked around his room, noticing the condoms on his night stand which were opened. Sighing softly into the empty room, “Lucky bitches…”, you mumbled to yourself. You look up and notice the handcuffs laying there as well, the flashlight reflecting off of the silver surface. Your eyebrow quirks up with a smirk. “Naughty little bastard…” A small laugh escapes your lips that is suddenly cut short when you hear the familiar whine of Eddie’s beat up van speeding down the street. The heavy metal music growing louder as he got nearer. Freezing in place, your heart falls to your feet. You begin looking around for an escape route, and seeing none. “Shit, shit, shit, shit…” Noticing his closet, you quickly stuff yourself inside, finding that it had more laundry that was piled up on the floor and you’re unable to close the door back all of the way. Trying to squeeze yourself into the darkest part of the closet, praying he doesn’t notice and goes to bed quickly so you can sneak out.

Eddie’s van screeches to a stop, the music cuts off abruptly and the screen door squeaks loudly as he swings it open. Your heart is thundering in your ears as you hear Eddie come inside. Hearing his keys jingle and scatter as he throws them onto the kitchen counter. The materials in the fridge clashing together as he swung open the door to grab what was presumably a beer. You jump slightly once the light in his bedroom comes on, making sure to cover your mouth to muffle any heavy breathing or noises you may make. The pop of the tab on his beer is loud and crisp, you hear the noises of him gulping it loudly. That’s when he comes into view of the small crack in the door. He sets his beer down on his nightstand, and he knits his eyebrows together as he inspects it. Something looks off to him, you can feel it. “What the..? That wasn’t there this morning. Wayne must have snooped through my room. Shit.” He muttered to himself, he quickly spun around on his heels as goes to search for something else. “Hope he didn’t find my stash…” You can tell he’s rummaging through things and then you hear a tin box open. “Okay, good.” He breathes a sigh of relief.

He comes back into view, you watch as he turns and scans the room to see if anything else is out of place. Your heartbeat is so loud in your ears that you’re afraid he could hear it, the clamp of your hand tightening around your mouth to make sure you couldn’t be heard. That’s when his gaze falls to the crack in the closet door, worried that he’s seen you because it seems like he’s making direct eye contact with you. He slowly approaches the door, in your head you are screaming at yourself for being so stupid and doing this. The embarrassment already settling in because you were about to be caught. Everything feels like it’s in slow motion as he slowly grabs the closet door handle and swings it open. His eyes widen as he notices you, shriveled up against the furthest wall, clinging to his dirty shirt. It felt like your skin was on fire, your blood rushing to your face and even the tips of your ears.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing in my closet? Holding…my laundry?” A stern look was on his face, his eyebrows knitted with confusion and then his eyebrow quirks up into his curls, his mouth opening as his head tilts the side with realization. “Oh…” He looks you up and down, a grin now turning up the corners of his mouth which caused a little dimple to form in his cheek. “You freaky little perv.” He teases as he leans on his palm against the door frame, keeping you cornered in the closet. Your mouth drying up making it hard to talk and honestly you feel too stunned and embarrassed to speak.

“S-Sorry…I…I…” you begin to stammer, not sure what to even say at this point and you can’t even meet his gaze. He then reaches for you, his hand wrapping around your wrist with a surprisingly firm grip which causes you to wince. Pulling you out of the closet, his eyes scanning you from head to toe. His grip on your wrist still tight, he can feel the pulse in your veins racing as his chocolate eyes bore into your own. His free hand reaches up and tucks the hair that was falling in your face behind your ear.

“Sit down on the bed.” He instructs you, his voice is soft but there’s this dominance in that you can’t ignore. Immediately obeying his request, you sit on the edge of the bed with your hands falling into your lap.

“E-Eddie, I’m sorry. I…I don’t have an excuse.” Trying to explain yourself to him but Eddie stops you when his fingers grip your chin softly, pulling it upward to force you to maintain eye contact.

“Now, now, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear any excuses. You don’t think I don’t know about your little crush on me?” Your heart drops to your stomach, honestly feeling as if you could throw up in that moment. You attempt to swallow the dry metaphorical ball that has made a home in your throat as he continues. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you watching me?” He leans down, his fingers still on your chin as he presses his lips against your ear to whisper. “You’re not as invisible as you think you are babygirl.”

Your thighs clenched together, your heart falling further into your stomach as you bite your lip to stifle a whimper. He pulls back to look at you with a crooked grin on his face. His thumb tracing your bottom lip as he continued to torment you. “You looked pretty hot with your hand down your panties, sweetheart. Why don’t you show me again?’

His grip on your chin falls, his eyes glued to you. Your eyes widened at his request, your heart racing wildly. “W-what?” Your nervousness evident as you continue to stutter.

“Babygirl, I’m not a very patient man. Show. Me. Again.” His tone grows deeper with each emphasized pause between the words, his chocolate eyes growing darker as he leans down to your eye level. He unzips your jacket revealing your tank top, your full cleavage showing, his smirk returns as his fingers graze over your soft skin which sends a chill down your spine. Slowly, your hand slides into your shorts, your finger grazes your already swollen nub and you inhale sharply. Closing your eyes so that you can just focus on what you’re feeling.

“Aht, aht, sweetheart. Look at me.” His hand caresses your cheek, you look up at him with a soft whimper dancing off of your lips as your finger swirls a little faster. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone while his smirk never falters. Leaning down to your level again, his plump lips push against yours with a soft kiss. You could honestly melt into a puddle right then. His hand had moved to the side of your neck, his thumb gliding along your jaw as he deepened the kiss. Getting distracted, you stop rubbing your clit and focus on his pillowy lips but he pulls away abruptly. Gasping softly at the loss of his mouth, you frown. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” His eyes were stern, his lips pursed together.

“S-sorry…” You whimper again, your finger continues to swirl around your clit, moaning softly as Eddie’s face lights up in delight.

“Good girl, making such pretty noises. I was wondering what they sounded like..” He kneeled down, his fingers hooking into your shorts, you gasp softly as the cool metal of his rings touch your warm skin. “Jus’ gonna take these off of you, babygirl. Need to see that pretty pussy.” You lay back and lift your hips up as he pulls your shorts down your legs. He brings them up to his face, inhaling the scent of your arousal on your panties and groaning softly with need. “Fuck, you smell so good. And such a pretty pussy, I knew it…” He glides his hands over your thighs, spreading your legs, your slick folds blooming open for him.

His calloused fingers massage your thick thighs as you continue to rub your pussy for him, moaning softly, clenching at nothing — desperate for him to fill you. His bottom lip pinched between his teeth. “Fuck…need to taste it, baby. Can I?” His voice dripping with need, this was everything you always fantasized about and more.

“Mmf, please, Eddie…” you moaned softly as you removed your hand from your clit. Eddie placing wet kisses up the inside of your thigh, his groans vibrating off of your skin as he got closer to your soaked core, the scent of your arousal driving him crazy. His grip on your thighs tightened as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. Making his tongue flat as he dragged it across your clit at an agonizingly slow speed, sending a jolt through your body that cause your hips to buck up into him — desperate for more contact. Eddie moaned with delight at your sweet taste.

“Mm…taste so good, baby…” His arms hook under your thighs, his hands gripping tightly as he begins to devour you. His lips engulfing your clit as his tongue methodically flicked over it, his moans vibrating against your sensitive flesh. Your hands instinctively tangle in his curls, your back arching as you get lost in the sensations. The moans escaping your lips encouraging Eddie to keep going as his tongue licked up your slit, slowly sliding in and out of you to open your folds up for him as began to tongue fuck you. His tongue curling up to brush against that spongy spot along your walls. Mewling for him as he probed it over and over.

“F-fuck, Eds….feels s-so good…” you manage to moan out. Glancing down you see Eddie’s eyes staring at your face, they were half-lidded and his cheeks were wrinkled with a smile. He pulls away just far enough to speak, the loss of him causing you to whimper.

“Wanna make you cum on my face, baby.” Then he dove back in, his tongue taking turns from your clit to inside of you. The combination was unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. Eddie was like a man starved as he continue to lap up your juices, moaning softly while he suckled on your clit which caused you to cry for him and grind your pussy against his mouth. He then unhooked one of his hands from your thigh and slowly began to slide his finger in and out of your pussy, going slow to allow you to stretch around his thick digit. Your hands gripped the bedsheets as his finger hooked up and began putting pressure on that special spot. The coil in your belly was tightening and you felt like you could come undone at any moment. Eddie could tell with how you clenched him so tightly, this only encouraged him further.

“C’mon, princess…cum for daddy…” He murmured against your clit before continuing his assault, the sensations were overwhelming. Your thighs trembling around his face as he brings you to the brink of your release. The coil that was tightening in your belly snaps, your body shuddering as you let out a long, drawn out moan as the first waves of pleasure rush over you. Every atom in your body felt like it was buzzing as the waves kept coming. Eddie hums happily against your sensitive nub as he continues lapping up your juices, his darkened half-lidded eyes staring at you.

“E-Eds….please….too sensitive…” You whimper as you try to pull him off of you. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire.

Eddie pulled back just far enough to speak, his lips still brushing against your tender flesh. “I’m not finished yet, princess.” The tip of his tongue drags upward along your clit, causing you to jump with a soft whine. The dimple in his cheek so defined as he smirked at you. “So fucking responsive…” He dived back into your wet heat with renewed fervor, his goal to drive you absolutely mad. Your body writhed on the bed as he quickly brought you back to the edge of another orgasm. Panting heavily with loud moans that bounced off the walls of his room. Eddie slowly eased a second finger inside your tightness, allowing your pussy to stretch around it. Groaning softly against your skin as he imagined how it would feel on his cock.

“F-fuck, yes, Eddie…godfuckingdamnit, yes…shit….fuck…” Exasperated curses as the pleasure overwhelmed you, your back arching off the bed. Your fingers tangled in his thick curls as your body quaked for him. He felt your pussy clench his fingers as the coil deep within your belly tightened. Your body shuddered once again as the coil snaps and you come undone. The juices of your essence flowing out of you as he eagerly lapped it up. Once your body finally calmed, he slowly pulled away and retracted his fingers. Wiping his chin off with the back of his hand, a wide grin on his face.

“Damn, angel.” He chuckled softly as he rose to his feet. Your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath, slowly propping up on your elbows to look at his beautiful face.

“You are really talented with your tongue. You know that?” A breathy laugh slipping past your lips. A pink blush spreading across Eddie’s freckled cheeks, his grin never faltering as he leaned down to kiss you. “Eddie Munson, are you blushing?” You murmured as his lips contacted yours, his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place. Once he pulled away, he pursed his lips together, seemingly embarrassed that you called him out.

“Maybe I am, doll face. But just so you know, we’re still not done.” His hand fell down to his belt where he unbuckled it and pulled it out of the loops of his jeans in one fell swoop. Your mouth dropping at just how hot it was. “Do me a favor, take the rest of your clothes off.” Without a second thought, you sat up and removed your jacket and tank top, quickly discarding it on his bedroom floor. Unclasping your bra and sliding it off your shoulders before tossing it with the rest of your clothes. Eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of your bare breasts, sucking his bottom lip in between his teeth. “Fuck. Why are you so hot?”

A blush spreads across your cheeks, it all felt like a dream because you had been wanting this for so long. Eddie yanks his shirt up over his head, his torso pale and bare. Without thinking, you reach up and trace the tattoo on his chest. His skin shuddered under your touch, his hand caressed your jaw as he leaned down and kissed you. While bent down, he slides his jeans and boxers down his legs. His hard cock sprung free, you gasped softly as you’re finally seeing it in person. A light chortle radiates out of Eddie as he watches your reaction, a crooked grin turning up his mouth.

“Such a pretty cock, Eddie…” you murmured, leaning forward and placing soft kisses on the shaft. A low, guttural groan emits from his lips. Placing his hand on the back of your head, it twisted around your hair into a makeshift ponytail as you wrapped your lips around his thick hard on. Slowly, you took him in — inch by inch, until finally he was all the way in your throat. Eddie gasping and groaning the deeper he went. Your head bobbing up and down his length, creating a steady rhythm as your tongue curled around him. It didn’t take long for Eddie to begin thrusting his hips to meet your mouth. He kept your eye contact as you looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, drool dripping off your chin as he fucked your throat.

“F-Fuck, you freaky little slut. Shit…god, you feel so good.” Pulling you by the hair off of him, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes had been watering and slobber was all over your chin, looking like a beautiful mess to Eddie. His chest rising and falling quickly, his grin wide as hell as he admired you. “Damn, babygirl. That pretty mouth has some talent. Now turn over onto your stomach and stick that gorgeous ass in the air for me. Hm?”

Being obedient as ever, you swiftly submit to his demands flipping over onto your hands and knees. You look back at him with a smirk as you shake your ass to tease him. Eddie groans softly, his cock twitching in response. His hand slaps down on your plump curve, the sting from the metal of his rings causing an even more delicious sting. A small yelp escaping your lips, his hand rubs over your skin soothing the pain he caused. “Shit, sweetheart. So perfect…” He murmured softly, his hand rubbing every inch of skin he can reach. “Face down, babe.” He rubs the tip of his dick along your slick folds, lubricating himself with your arousal. Doing as you’re told, you lay your face against the mattress, your ass perched into the air and on display for Eddie.

He inhaled sharply through his nostrils at the sight of you. Once he was satisfied with how lubed his cock was, he slowly positioned it at the entrance of your soaked core. Slowly, he would push himself inside of you, inch by inch. Allowing your pussy time to stretch around his thickness. The both of you groaning with pleasure as he buried himself deeper. “S-shit, so fucking tight. Such a good girl taking this thick cock like a goddamn princess.” The grip his hands had on your hips would likely leave bruises in the morning, but it felt so good that you didn’t care.

Once Eddie stuffed the full length of his cock inside your tight walls, he began slowly thrusting his hips against your ass. His cock brushing against that spongy spot inside of you that made your eyes roll back into your head. Eddie’s rhythm working up to a steady pace, the room filled with each of your pleasured moans. “F-fucking hell, princess. Feel so good…” His breath coming in short gasps in between his moans, his cock throbbing inside of you. “Such a little freak for being obsessed with the king of freaks.”

“Yes, I’m your f-freak, Eds…f-fuck!” A guttural moan filled the room as he rotated his hips slightly for you. His hand collided with your ass again with a hard smack as he thrusted harder inside of you. Your mind going numb from the pleasure and pain, it renders you speechless. Eddie’s head falls back as he continues ramming his cock into you, short breathy moans escaping his throat. The two of your bodies throbbing together in a perfect harmony, building up both of your releases.

“Be a good girl and soak my cock, princess.” Eddie demanded, thrusting harder into you. That familiar tightness building in your tummy as his cock pressed against your g-spot repeatedly. Your knuckles were white from the grip you had on the sheets, your moans disappearing into the mattress as he pounded you further into it. Your body tenses, Eddie groaning loudly when your walls clamped around his throbbing cock. Thrusting another hard blow into your wet heat, your body gives into the pleasure and comes undone. Being a good girl and soaking his cock just like he wanted, Eddie slams into you again and again. He groans loudly as his balls tighten, his seed pulsing into you and filling you completely. His thrusts slowing to a stop, his member throbbing against your walls as his cock begins to soften. The both of you panting heavily, exhausted from the exertion of your orgasms.

“Shit…” Eddie ran his hands through his hair, slowly pulling his cock out of you. You slump over onto the bed, your hair half covering your face, but a dumb grin was on your lips.

“Issokay, Eds. That was so hot…” You giggle to yourself, Eddie crawls into the bed with you. He brushes his fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

“You’re incredible. You know that?” One corner of his mouth twisted up into a grin as he peppered soft kisses on your face. “Sorry I never made a move on you. Every time I would go to do it, I’d wuss out.” He chuckled softly, his cheeks turning pink as he gets embarrassed.

Gliding your thumb across his rosy cheek, you smile softly. “I was too chicken to do it too, love. Don’t worry. Sorry for breaking into your trailer.” The room filled with laughter as Eddie wrapped you up in his arms. It was a weird way to start your relationship with him, but the two of you wouldn’t change it for the world.

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sidekick-hero · 5 months

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let the impulse to love and the instinct to kill entangle to one

(steddie | wc: 918 | teen | written for @steddiemas and @steddieholidaydrabbles (prompt: came back wrong) | tags: fluff, first kiss, kas!eddie

"I'm not staring at you. I'm staring at your ugly ass sweater. What is that thing?" Steve asks, aiming to sound appalled but failing miserably. There is too much affection in his voice, laughter echoing in every word.

He thinks he can't be blamed, though, because Eddie looks ridiculous in that big green and red sweater with Rudolph the Reindeer on it, pulling an empty flying sleigh. Especially with the gray tinted skin and the sharp teeth and the fucking wings that spilled out of the cuts in the back of the sweater.

"Where's Santa, huh? Did you eat him?" Steve laughs and Eddie chirps again, this time clearly offended. He pulls away from where he was leaning against Steve, climbs off the bed and retreats to the farthest wall. Standing there in a defensive pose with his arms crossed over his chest, Eddie hangs his head and hunches his shoulders, making himself small. His long, black curls hide most of his face, but Steve can still see the onyx color of his eyes gleaming in the dim light of his bedside lamp.

The sight makes his heart ache in his chest.

Getting up from where he's been sitting cross-legged on his bed, Steve pads over to him, determined to fix whatever he's done to make Eddie look like this. But when he ducks his head to catch Eddie's eyes, all he gets is an irritated growl as Eddie turns his head away from Steve's searching gaze. Behind him, his tail flicks back and forth angrily.

One thing he didn't know about Eddie before, but learned pretty quickly, is how damn stubborn he can be. Good thing Steve is not one to give up easily, having spent nearly four years babysitting teenagers.

His hand slowly reaches out, making his intentions clear until it rests on Eddie's forearm. He learned his lesson when Eddie first started coming to his room late at night, still has the scars to remind him of that lesson. He knows that Eddie didn't mean to hurt him. Steve just startled him the first time he reached out to touch him without warning, eager in his excitement to see Eddie alive.

Things have changed since then. A lot.

Eddie is less cagey, no longer afraid of Steve. He tolerates his touch now, even seeks it out. But he still doesn't take well to surprises. Steve wonders what happened to him all those months he was lost in the Upside Down and thinks maybe it's better he doesn't know. He's not sure he wouldn't do something rash and epically stupid if he did.

"Sorry, Eds, I know you don't eat people. It was a dumb joke, I didn't mean anything by it." His thumb smooths over the tense muscles he can feel under the soft material of the sweater. It looks like it should be scratchy, offending more senses than just his eyes, but it isn't.

Just like Eddie looks scary, but isn't.

It seems to be the right thing to say, because the onyx of his eyes takes on a warmer shade, like very dark chocolate or the first precious coffee of the morning. Eddie chirps again and shakes his head.

"No, I mean it, Eddie. I don't think you're a monster. I know you wouldn't hurt anyone, it was a really stupid joke. I guess I'm still an asshole sometimes and -"

Eddie interrupts his ramblings by bumping his head against Steve's before nuzzling close to his neck, chirping and purring. He still can't talk, even though Steve hasn't given up hope that he will, but that doesn't mean he can't communicate.

"Okay, okay, no bad self-talk. Got it, jeez. You're worse than Robin, I swear," Steve laughs as he runs his hands through Eddie's soft curls. Secretly, he doesn't mind letting their bodies do much of the talking. Words have never been his strong suit, but this? He's damn good at this.

"But honestly, what's with the ugly ass sweater, huh?" He can't help but ask again as he practically holds Eddie in his arms. He's colder to the touch than a normal human, but Steve doesn't mind. He always runs a little hotter than most, so it balances out perfectly.

Eddie pulls back a little so he can look at Steve and points to Steve's chest with his claw.

"Me? What do I have to do with this? It's not one of mine, is it?"

Eddie shakes his head and his claw taps Steve's chest again, then points at himself and the ugly sweater.

"I'm sorry, Eds, I don't -"

The claw moves from his chest to his face and Steve holds still, his eyes crossing as it follows the deadly weapon. Eddie's finger touches his mouth, effectively shushing him, before the tip of the claw slips between his lips and pulls ever so gently at the right corner of Steve's mouth, forcing a crooked smile.

"Sssseve" Eddie hisses, the first words he's spoken since he returned not quite the same as before, and it clicks.

"You were trying to make me laugh?"

Eddie beams at him. "Ssseve," he says again, chirping with delight and Steve can't help but kiss him. Eddie freezes for a second under his mouth before kissing him back urgently as more sounds pour out of him between kisses, chirping and purring against Steve's mouth.

So what if Eddie came back a bit wrong? He came back to them. To Steve.

In his book, that's worth more than normal anyway.

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muertawrites · 2 years

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Eddie Munson and Sex [18+]

Warnings: explicit descriptions of s*x (minors this isn’t for you don’t fucking touch it i swear to GOD), perv!eddie my beloved, tiny bit of a daddy kink (i refuse to apologize)

Word Count: 1k

Author’s Note: i have no idea what this is. it was going to be a fic i think but then it derailed into a headcanon-y drabble. it has not been edited. i’ve been so fatigued for the past two days that getting anything written has been difficult (thanks depression). once i come up with a plot / scenario i hope to have a very tasty smut fic written soon. i just have to puke all my other ideas up first i have so many. if any of y’all have some smut ideas drop them in my inbox please i would v much appreciate them <3

Eddie Munson was a dirty pervert. He frequented the local adult video store, from which he'd amassed an expansive collection of erotica. He masturbated at least twice a day. He had handcuffs nailed to his wall for exactly the reason you'd think, and a nasty little habit of stealing your underwear, often keeping it in his back pocket as he went about his day. He had explicit photos of you on his wall, pinned to the dashboard in his van, tucked in the front of his wallet.

And he was the sweetest, most tender lover on the face of the earth.

You both knew what it was like to be consumed by loneliness. Neither of you quite felt like you fit anywhere, and your romantic histories were both utterly tragic. It was your loneliness that brought you together - a friendship based on instant understanding that blossomed into a love so deep and consuming it terrified you at first. But Eddie, despite all his cynicism and hurt, gave you his affection readily and without the slightest hesitation. He showed you just how much you deserved to be loved, and you offered up all of yours in return.

Of course, knowing just how invested his sexual interests were, you assumed he was experienced. You knew he'd never really had any lasting relationships before he met you, but you found it difficult to believe a man like him could go more than a month without seeking release from another person. You assumed his body count was high, a gallery of women used for convenience and to distract from just how impossibly alone he felt. He was a man, after all - and men are really only after one thing.

That was until you had him naked, splayed out on your bed with your chest between his thighs, your mouth wrapped in a vice around his cock. He didn't last even a minute.

"I've never... no one's... ever given me a blow job before," Eddie admitted after you'd finished.

"... What?"

"I know, it's pathetic-"

"No, no."

You laughed, sitting up and kneeling beside him so you could look him in the eye.

"I thought..." You chuckled again at your own ignorance. "I thought I was like... your hundredth partner or something. Like you were fucking women left and right before we got together."

Then it was Eddie's turn to laugh.

"What? Do I really seem like that kind of guy to you?"

You shrugged, slightly embarrassed.

"I don't know... You're just really into sex," you explained. "And you're in a band. Casual hookups kinda made sense to me."

Eddie shook his head, his lips curling into a soft smile as he reached out to stroke your hair.

"Nah... not me. I, uh... I can never really get it up unless I like someone, y'know? I mean I'm horny as fuck but I never felt... I never felt okay giving it to someone who didn't give a shit about me. You're only the second person I've been in bed with. And the first I kind of regret, honestly. She was nowhere near as good to me as you."

You smiled, endeared by how endlessly sweet he was. You leaned forward, snaring his lips in a deep, intentioned kiss that he quickly got lost in, his hands raising to lay at your jaw.

"How about another blow job?" you offered as you parted, biting your smiling lip with anticipation.

He nodded vigorously, and the rest of the evening was spent working his cock in and out of your mouth, teaching him how to keep his cool and make the pleasure last.

No matter what his sexual appetite, Eddie loved nothing more than making you cum; and although he wasn’t as experienced as you thought, years of reading porno mags and watching smut films taught him plenty.

He could work magic with his mouth. The moment he got you alone in his bedroom, he pinned you to his mattress, spreading your legs wide and latching his lips to your clit, licking and sucking at you with expert precision. He could spend hours with your legs slung over his shoulders, gripping and kissing at your thighs, shoving you over the edge of an orgasm without giving you a chance to recover, savoring the way you squirmed and whined from overstimulation.

“Just one more, sugar,” he would coax you. “Let daddy make his favorite girl cum just one more time...”

And of course you would. When he spoke to you like that, your mind went numb, fucked out and sex drunk and entirely consumed by his adoration of you.

His favorite way to make you cum was (surprisingly) in missionary. He would fuck you slowly, holding your little bullet vibrator on your clit, diving in at an excruciating pace until you came, hard, flexing around his cock and bringing him all the closer to his own release. He loved watching your face contort with pleasure, pressing tender kisses to your jaw so he could listen to you moan in his ear. It was pretty vanilla, but the way he worked you, it felt like the dirtiest, most delicious thing he could do to you.

Eddie often used his erotica as a reference, which made everything about your sex life interesting. From toys to positions and even health advice, he was constantly bringing articles and photos from his favorite magazines to your attention, sometimes even reading them out loud as a form of foreplay. He wasn’t the biggest fan of watching porn while he fucked you, however - he preferred to set up shop in front of a mirror, getting off on watching himself slide in and out, the way your body moved with his, from a different angle.

He wouldn’t admit it, but his favorite part of having sex with you was laying beside you after fucking you into a stupor. He’d light a cigarette or roll up a joint and hold you in the sweetest silence, sometimes with your head on his chest, sometimes with his head on yours, but always with the lightest of kisses feathered across your skin, every inch of your body worshipped by him. He loved kissing down your back, over your collar bones, up the inside of your wrists.

Eddie Munson loved you with all his soul, and his body was how he showed it.

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The Lady - 2

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Eddie Horniman x Female Reader

Summary: After fifteen years away, a step-daughter returns for her Duke step-father's funeral, only to inherit a staggering 8 million pound debt and strike a risky deal with a criminal underworld figure.

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Bucky leaned back in his chair, studying her reaction keenly. "I understand your concerns," he said, his tone surprisingly understanding. "But trust me, this is a business matter. We're not in the business of hurting innocent people."

"If someone died, I'd probably get deported," Bucky added casually, his tone belying the seriousness of his words.

"You're American too?" you blurted out, your voice tinged with disbelief. It was only now, under the stress of the moment, that you noticed Bucky's lack of a British accent.

"Yup. Just like you. So we have something in common," Bucky replied, his smile masking the underlying tension between you.

Leaning back in your chair, you feigned deep contemplation, buying yourself time to process the weight of Bucky's request. "After thinking thoroughly, it's not gonna happen," you finally declared, your words a thinly veiled refusal.

Bucky's easygoing demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a steely resolve that sent shivers down your spine. Drawing closer, he rested both arms on Rupert's study table, his gaze piercing you unwaveringly.

"Your Grace, because of my friendship with Rupert, I'm giving you this last chance," Bucky declared, his voice low and commanding.

With a swift motion, he produced a business card from his suit pocket and slid it across the table towards you. "I'll be waiting for your call."

As he retreated, you couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding creeping over you. The stakes had never been higher, and you knew that the choices you made in the coming days would shape the course of your future in ways you couldn't yet comprehend.

The weight of the situation pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket as you surveyed the room, your eyes landing on the familiar photos adorning the walls.

Among them, a small picture frame caught your attention, capturing a moment frozen in time: you and Rupert, smiling at a polo game.

Your voice faltered as you addressed the silent figure in the photograph. "Why did you choose me?" you whispered, the weight of the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. "Dad."

Feeling lost and overwhelmed, you pondered your next move. Should you confront your mother, who seemed to have kept secrets hidden all along?

Or seek answers from the twins, who had already distanced themselves from the burden?

After careful consideration, you decided to turn to your childhood friend, Eddie, for guidance. With a sense of determination, you grabbed the car keys and set off for Halstead estate, hoping that Eddie might offer some much-needed clarity in this sea of uncertainty.

As you stepped onto the familiar grounds of Halstead estate, memories of summers past flooded your mind. Despite the initial awkwardness of being left behind by your mother, the warmth of Eddie's family soon enveloped you in a sense of belonging.

The memories of summers spent here flooded back. Your mother left you behind, as the twins didn't want you to join the holiday. So, your mom left you here since Eddie's manor was closer to you.

Initially awkward, but it became enjoyable with Freddie always cracking jokes and Eddie, the adventurous one.

Reminiscing about fishing trips, horseback riding, and clay shooting, you couldn't help but smile at the fond memories made in this idyllic setting.

Suddenly, a familiar voice broke through your reverie, and you turned to see Freddie, Eddie's brother, approaching with open arms. Despite the passage of time, Freddie seemed unchanged, his jovial spirit shining through.

"Y/N! Come here. Give me a hug."

You embraced him. It had been 15 years, and he seemed different, almost radiant.

Freddie said, "I'm sorry about Rupert. I lost my dad last year too."

You replied, "I'm sorry too."

"So, it's obvious you're not here for me. You want to see Eddie?" Freddie asked.

"I am," you confirmed.

"He just finished a conversation with a guest. Let me take you there," Freddie offered, leading the way.

When you walked into the study room, you heard an elegant female voice saying, "I'll give the info later."

As she walked out, you noticed her stylish demeanor and sensed a mysterious aura around her. There was a hint of leadership in her presence, but what struck you as odd was the faint smell of weed lingering in the air.

She smiled at you before departing.

"I didn't expect you to come here so soon," Eddie remarked with a smile as you turned to face him. Seated in a leather chair, he exuded the air of a true duke.

"I didn't know where else I could go," you replied.

Freddie cleared his throat. "I'll leave you two alone."

Eddie offered you a seat and poured a drink, which you gratefully accepted.

"I heard you got the title. Congrats," Eddie said, raising his glass in a toast.

You chuckled softly. "The title is useless when all I've got is debt."

Eddie fell silent for a moment. "I went through a similar situation myself. What kind of problem are you having right now?"

"Do you know Bucky Barnes?" you asked.

Eddie clicked his tongue in response.

Crossing your arms, you continued, "So you know him. That means you knew about my stepdad's weed business."

Eddie leaned back in his chair, thoughtfully swirling the amber liquid in his glass. "Rupert got into the business earlier than me," he began, his tone reflecting a mix of resignation and regret. "The woman you saw before is Susie Glass."

"He had a business with her," Eddie continued, his voice tinged with disapproval.

You clenched your jaw, the realization sinking in.

"I didn't know much about the details, but your father was on the list that worked with the Glass," Eddie explained, his expression troubled.

"He wanted out," you interjected, your voice firm with determination.

Eddie nodded grimly. "And that's where Barnes came in. He's a syndicate, setting up a branch in the UK from New York. His business was unique and deadly."

The dimly lit study seemed to take on a more sinister atmosphere as Eddie spoke, shadows dancing across the walls like flickering flames. The air was tense, each word carrying the weight of unspoken truths and hidden dangers.

"Rupert owes Barnes 8 million pounds," you stated, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Eddie hesitated for a moment before responding, his expression thoughtful. "That's..."

"I know, it's insane," you interjected, your voice tinged with frustration.

Eddie met your gaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of sympathy and determination. "I could pay off your debt," he offered quietly.

You recoiled slightly, taken aback by his proposal. "Then what? I'll still in debt. It never ends," you countered, a note of bitterness creeping into your voice.

You sighed, the weight of Rupert's decision heavy on your shoulders. "Why did Rupert choose me?"

Eddie nodded in understanding, his expression reflective. "I asked the same thing when my dad chose me instead of Freddie."

Your brow furrowed in confusion as you looked at him, prompting Eddie to chuckle softly. "Problem solver," he explained simply.

You nodded slowly, considering Eddie's words. "Both of us did join the military. Is it because we went through difficult situations?"

Eddie leaned forward, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with you. "Probably," he agreed, a reassuring smile playing on his lips. "But I'm sure you could handle it. If not, I'll be here to help you."

A warmth spread through you at his words, and you felt a slight blush creeping up your cheeks. "Thank you," you murmured gratefully, appreciating his caring demeanor.

You nodded firmly. "I've got all I need. I'll go now," you declared, trying to maintain composure as you turned to leave.

Eddie nodded in response. "Sure. I'll see you next time," he replied, his tone gentle and understanding.

As you walked away, you couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions inside, like a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings. You tried to keep a cool facade, but deep down, your heart was racing.

Meanwhile, Eddie watched you go, a flicker of concern crossing his features. Then, a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Did she notice?" someone asked quietly.

Eddie glanced over, meeting the gaze of the speaker. "Not yet," he responded softly, his expression thoughtful as he contemplated the situation.

You drove for what felt like an eternity until you finally arrived back at your own manor. As you stepped inside, you noticed Hugo playing in the living room with Susan. Ignoring your mother, your focus was solely on your little step-brother.

You were just ten years old when you first met Rupert, and he had quickly become the best father figure you'd ever known. During the eight years you spent here, you learned to appreciate Rupert's love for his legacy and the history of the manor.

Sighing heavily, you knew you were about to make a risky decision.

Heading to Rupert's study again, you picked up Bucky's business card and dialed the number. After just two rings, his voice filled your ears. "I've been waiting for your call, Your Grace," he said smoothly.

Rolling your eyes at his confidence, you replied, "Just one job and you clear the debt?"

Bucky chuckled, his tone dripping with assurance. "It would be a big explosion. They'll think it's a terrorist attack. But no, Your Grace. Five small explosions, and we're done."

Bucky's voice crackled through the line, his tone both humorous and tinged with an unmistakable edge. "Think of it as fireworks, Your Grace. Except instead of pretty colors, we'll be making a statement."

You couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh, the gravity of the situation juxtaposed with Bucky's nonchalant demeanor. "And what kind of statement would that be?" you asked, trying to match his casual tone.

"The kind that says, 'Don't mess with us,'" Bucky replied, his voice dripping with a dangerous charm. "We'll leave 'em scratching their heads and scrambling for cover."

Despite the seriousness of the conversation, you couldn't deny the thrill of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "And you're sure this will work?" you inquired, a hint of skepticism creeping into your voice.

Bucky's confidence was unwavering. "Trust me, Your Grace. When it comes to making a scene, I'm the best in the business."

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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I want to do primal play with cowboy eddie where he tracks me down on his horse and when he find me he hog ties me and spanks me over his lap on his horse

oh non.

what have you done.

you've got my wheels turning big time. holy shit.

18+ minors dni!!!!!!!!

you play 'hide and seek' always you hiding, always eddie finding you.

you have five minutes to hide. he puts it on a timer not he porch, going inside to wait for you.

"don't cheat, eddie!" you always squeal, and he always tells you he won't, and he doesn't. why would he? where's the fun in that.

you know you could head down the road, run down he dirt path and make it towards the road and really win, but you wouldn't be winning at all, truthfully. eddie wouldn't find you and then you'd win, and really, you didn't want to win.

so instead you hide- in the barn, in the fields, sometimes on the porch, once at the backdoor. you had unlocked it, waited until the timer shrilled and eddie went to the stables to get medusa, his beloved black mare, before slipping inside, cheekily waiting on the bed for hours.

this time, you snuck behind the barn, in your tall boots and little flashlight- eddie made you carry just in case. you pressed your back against the wood, hearing the shrill of the timer sound from the porch, eddie's heavy boots on the creaking planks of wood.

you hear medusa's neigh, hooves stamping on the ground and eddie's gruff whisper. "let's go find her, sweet girl. can't let her win, can we?"

you grin because you know he won't find you here, too close to the stables. he always went behind the pasture first.

or so you thought.

medusa's loud whine makes you jump, footing falling and stumbling into the barn. you pause, heart hammering in your ears, the light from the barn all that illuminates the night sky around you.

"hm," eddie hums, his voice getting closer. "maybe I don't need you after all."

your eyes squeeze shut, willing yourself to move. you can hear him getting closer and closer to the back door. the creaking of the door awakens your senses, heavy boots stomping through the tall grass towards the pastures. the boots are tall, rubber hitting the back of your knees with every pounding run.

eddie's hot on your trails, a salacious grin that shines in the moonlight, pounding towards you as you sprint towards the fence. your barely reaching for the wooden door before two rough hands grab you, yanking you and pulling you into his firm chest with a solid oomph.

"oh, you went too easy on me this time, girlie." eddie grins, hot breath tickling the back of your neck, making you squirm in his grasp. "you musta really wanted me to catch ya."

"no," you whine, though the aching between your legs tells you something different. "I fell! that shouldn't count! I had a really good hiding place." you stomp your boot on the ground, pouting up at him, bottom lip jutted in the light of the moon.

"oh, poor baby," eddie mocks, hands still gripping the fat of your hips. "I tell ya what, I'll only use my hand on you tonight, how's that?"

you pout but let him haul you back to the house, flinging you over his propped knee, peppering your ass with hard smacks like his own sort of prize- and in a way, it was. it was even more of a prize when he had you over the kitchen table, drooling and clawing at the wood while his cock split you open, soaking the floor beneath him in a puddle of your own release, hips snapping into the blazed, reddened skin of your ass.

it was your favorite game to play. even when you lost, you really won, always knowing it would end with you like this; ruined with an aching ass, while eddie fucked you relentlessly for hours.

#munnytalks #oneforthemunny #cowboy!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie munson x reader #cowboy!eddie #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut

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eyesofshinigami · 2 months

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Staring Problem

Rating: G

CW: None

Tags: Pre-relationship, kisses, humor

Prompt: For @starryeyedjanai "Love is when you look at his lips for half the conversation because you can't stop thinking about kissing him."

WC: 837

Written for Day 28 of @steddielovemonth

Eddie’s trying really hard to concentrate. Really, he is. It’s just that… Steve has the most kissable looking mouth of any person he’s ever met.

Okay, so. Eddie usually has a bit of trouble keeping his focus. Some days he feels like a ping pong ball, zinging back and forth between one thing and the next. It takes a lot of effort for him to slow down and just… pay attention, even to the things he loves.

Like Steve. Usually, Eddie can focus on Steve. Puts a lot of effort into it, really. He never wants Steve to feel like he isn’t listening to what he has to say, or that Eddie can’t give him the attention that he so rightly deserves. Because Steve is like the sun, beautiful and bright and he makes Eddie feel like he’s lighting up from the inside out.

Today, though… Eddie’s really having a hard time. Maybe it’s because Steve’s mouth looks particularly pretty today. His lips are full and a little pink, like he’s been biting them. A little slick, too, if the way the light is playing off of them. It’s making Eddie think about other reasons why Steve’s lips might be a little slick, but he knows that’s a pipe dream. Steve wouldn’t want Eddie like that.

So, sue him. Eddie couldn’t help it. Anybody would stare at Steve’s mouth and wish they knew what the shape of it tasted like.

“Eds? You in there?” Steve teases, breaking him out of his trance.

He jolts. “Huh? What?” Heat crawls up the back of Eddie’s neck and blooms over his cheeks. He’s been caught. “Sorry, I guess I’m spacy today.”

Steve licks over his lips and the heat gets worse. “No more than usual,” Steve says, but it’s sweet as much as it is a tease. “What’s on your mind?”

Nothing you want to know about, I’m sure, Eddie thinks to himself. “Nothing, really. Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to zone out and not listen.” And it’s true. Eddie loves listening to Steve. He could listen to him ramble and watch his mouth move all day long. One of the few things that Eddie finds that can keep him still, keep him quiet, in a good way.

“Well, I’m sorry I distracted you so much.” Steve’s mouth curves up in a smile, stretching those lips in the most delectable way. He might actually kill Eddie with that smile alone, which is why it takes an extra moment for Eddie to realize what Steve said. It must show on his face, his panic, because Steve adds, “You’ve been watching my mouth all morning, Eds. Is there something you want?”

No. No way. There is no way that Steve could be asking him that. Eddie must be dreaming because in what universe would Steve Harrington be asking Eddie if he wants to kiss him. Wait… that is what he was asking, right? “Like… like what?” Eddie whispers, scared that if he speaks too loud, it might pop the bubble of whatever alternate universe he’s ended up in.

Steve leans in, his warm breath ghosting over Eddie’s mouth. “Like you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.”

Yup. Eddie’s fried. Stick a fork in him, he’s done, because there’s no way he hasn’t died and gone to some kind of heaven. “Fuck, really?”

“Yeah, really. Your mouth is so distracting. Now, you gonna kiss me or what?”

Eddie wants to say my mouth?? But it gets lost when he surges forward and closes the distance between them. Months of longing culminating in a single, wonderful kiss that thrills him all the way down to his toes. Steve must feel the same because he shifts closer, brings their bodies together, and the tip of his tongue teases at Eddie’s bottom lip, seeking entrance.

They kiss for what feels like hours. Lips moving, tongues sliding together, their bodies moving against each other as they learn the shape of the other. It feels amazing. It’s so, so good.

When they finally break apart, both of them are breathing hard and staring at each other like nothing else in the universe exists. A single, perfect moment that Eddie never wants to end.

“So? Everything you wanted?” Steve teases, but Eddie can see the thread of tension in his face, the way his smile wobbles at the end. How could it not be? Steve is everything he wants and more.

“Dunno, think I’m going to have to keep kissing you to make sure. And no one else can either, don’t want to cause a bias in my sample.”

It’s the dumbest thing he could have said, but it makes Steve laugh, that ridiculous donkey laugh that shouldn’t be as cute as it is. So, all Eddie can do is grab Steve by the collar to haul him in for another kiss.

Now Eddie guesses he can stare all he wants at Steve’s mouth, will probably get to kiss it anytime too.

Sweet.

#steddie #steddielovemonth #les writes things

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vecnuthy · 2 months

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dine on old encounters

Steddie || G || childhood friends, pre-relationship, brief mention of death of a parent || 5,570 wc ||

Summary: Years go by, but memories of the boy that Steve spent a few summers with at camp still follow him, as does the mystery of the true fate of something of theirs that was subsequently lost. Now, their rendezvous set for a full decade after they said goodbye is the only thing Steve has to look forward to.

Or is it?

Summer camp had been one of Steve's favorite places. Familiar faces to chase around, new faces that became friends. Little Steve found his people every June and was excited to spend a few weeks with them because they went to different schools, so he didn't get to see them, otherwise.

Throughout his childhood, Steve frequently thought about the little boy he met when he was six. Eddie's mom worked in maintenance for the camp, so he got to go there for free, a fact that the little boy giddily proclaimed when they first met. His world of make believe made Steve believe in magic, trust, and true friendship, little as he was. Those initial few weeks proved to be not nearly enough time, but they gave each other paper snowflakes, ran wild, and played Heads Up. Steve always peeked, but so did Eddie, and they giggled when they caught the other's eye.

Their time together eventually ticked down to the end, though. Summer camp always came to a close right when Steve had gotten used to having Eddie, and then he was gone. He missed sharing snacks and the way Eddie giggled at him when Steve tried to drink out of the gigantic jug of ice water that Eddie's mom always sent with him. He missed the make believe that Eddie wrapped him up in, the stories that he would tell with such contagious excitement. He even missed his expressive brown eyes, which had been so sad when Steve fell and cut his knee.

"Maybe it'll scar!" Eddie said after, gleefully, as he looked at the Scooby-Doo bandaid on Steve's knee. "I've got one, too! We could match!"

A month after summer camp, Steve discovered that it did scar. Steve wanted to show him, couldn't wait to show him because Eddie seemed so excited. They matched now.

Steve saw him again the next summer. He told the older boy how they were "both seven for two whole months, isn't that cool, Eddie?"

Steve still thought about him a lot, thought about how fun he was. Hide and Seek in the dark was even more fun with Eddie, running from him with shrieks of laughter when he was found, or hunkering down with him with giddy smiles in a tucked away spot when they played Sardines, shushing each other to keep the other campers from finding them and joining them.

Read the rest on AO3

#steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #baby's first ao3 can you believe? 🥲#AND my longest fic to date 🥹

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mx-jinxous · 1 month

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For @lexirosewrites for this little corroded king universe. Whenever I get around to posting new pieces to this it won’t be in order.

Not betad and also I don’t really write smut so this is the closest I’ll probably get so if it sucks, it’s not my forte.

Gareth shuttered as he splashed through the rain, arms wrapped around himself as he let his feet guide him. He planned on nothing but getting out of that house when his parents found out about Steve and the baby. His dad seemed indifferent, but his mom went on a rampage. She called Steve a whore, demanded that if he wanted to keep his 20-year-old ass in her house then he was to step away from the omega and other alphas. It didn’t take Gareth a second to march out of that house.

So here he was, marching up to an apartment complex, nearly sprinting up the stairs as the maintenance man yelled at him about the water. He should have gone to Eddie’s trailer, or any of the other boys' places, to homes that were excited for their sons, yet his feet led him to the familiar red door that held the only comfort he had. His knock was weak as he shivered, the door opening within seconds, a bright smile on Robin’s face that immediately fell.

“Hey Steve!” She called, the omega joining her to stare at the young alpha dripping and shivering. Before he knew it, Gareth was wrapped in a blanket in Steve’s nest, the omega snuggling him, pressing the alpha into his scent glands. He was hushing him as he ran a hand down the younger's back.

“Hey baby, back with me?” He nodded, words lost as he tucked in close to his omega. “Sweetheart, you’re burning up. Why were you out in the rain if you’re sick.”

“N-t si-k.” He mumbled into Steve’s shoulder.

“I beg to differ. You’re shivering, whimpering, and you have a fever. Do you need to go to the hospital?”

“No. Just want to stay with you.” He mumbled, words starting to be more coherent. “You and the baby.”

“Okay, but let me get you something to drink. Then we can cuddle up, maybe talk about what happened.” Another whimper left Gareth, but he didn’t argue as Steve pulled away with a kiss to the younger’s head. It felt like hours before Steve returned with a water glass in one hand, a kiss to Gareth’s cheek once he got settled.

“Take a sip for me and then we can go back to cuddling.” With what little strength he had, the younger sat up and drank from it before falling back in bed. Once it was put up they went back to cuddling, Gareth returning to his scent glands to find comfort where his mind traveled for pain. They laid like that for what felt like hours, the young alpha starting to drift when the sound of the bedroom door opened. He shot up, covering Steve, his body on autopilot to protect his mate. He growled at the intruder that dared to breach their nest, stopping when the scents of the other alpha’s hit his nose.

It was then he saw clearly it was his other mates and returned to Steve’s scent glands without another thought until he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, pulling a whimper from him. “It’s okay Gare-Bear. You want to cuddle?” It was Eddie, his tone coated with worry as he checked the younger's forehead. “You’re burning up. You shouldn’t be playing in the rain when you're sick, silly.” He said, the three climbing into bed the best they could, snuggling the two in the middle.

Gareth didn’t say anything, just tangled his fingers with whoever’s had landed on his hip. The five of them stayed quiet, Eddie’s lips grazing over his neck and shoulders. They were pampering him, like they did for one another on their bad days. Being the youngest and last to present, Gareth is naturally a softer alpha… yet another thing to disgust his parents. Typically an alpha wouldn’t surrender to another or seek comfort from one or their omega, yet the young man couldn’t help but turn into Eddie. He scented him too, hiding from the older man, from the reality that his pack wouldn’t accept them, accept him. An ugly sob fell from his lips, the other men wrapping around him the best they could.

“It’s okay Gare. Let it out.” Steve whispered into his ear, making him cry even harder. He should be comforting his pregnant omega, but instead he's emotional. He wasn’t fit to have a pack, nor his mates.

“They kicked me out.” He cried into Eddie’s ear, tight hands tangled in his crop top. “I didn’t even get a chance to tell them before my mom knew. She ripped into me, insulted you guys, called Steve names. Said if I wanted to stay with you then I’m not welcome in her home. I just walked out without anything.” His voice broke, the arms tightening around him.

“Oh baby, you’re going through rejection sickness. No wonder you’re burning up.” Eddie mumbled, nudging his nose into the fluffy curls.

“Well fuck them! If they want to kick you out of their pack then it’s their loss. You have this pack.” Jeff spoke up, climbing over Eddie and dragging the younger's eyes to face him. “You got us, the baby, Wayne, hell all of our parents. You have a pack still and if they want to kick you out, you’ve got a bigger pack.” Gareth just stared at the other alpha, taken back by the long stream of words that came from the usually silent man. He was what he pictured the perfect alpha to be like, one he wished he could be.

“B-but I’m a shitty alpha. Too moody.” He whimpered, being pulled back into Steve, the omega resting his chin on his shoulder.

“Unless you’re like my dad, you aren’t a shitty alpha. You all are different and perfect alphas, I don’t care what others think. I like the softer side of you, the caring one that’s like a puppy. Fuck your parents if they don’t want to part of your pack, you don’t need them. Their opinion doesn’t matter, just yours.” Steve huffed, cuddling the younger.

A quiet fell over the mates, Steve nipping at Gareth’s bonding gland to comfort them both. The only noise was from Robin letting them know she was going to her girlfriends before leaving them to their pile. It was inevitably broken by the youngest alpha pulling back from Eddie. “My drums and other shit is still at my parents.”

“It’s okay, we’ll get them back.”

“Just sucks.” He whimpered.

“Do you want me to slash their tires?” Freak said abruptly, getting a snort from Gareth.

“We don’t need to bail you out of jail, but thank you Dougie for trying to cheer me up.”

“Then how about I sit on your face and you can go nuts?” Steve’s offer was met with several heavy pheromones filtering through the room.

That’s how Gareth found himself between Jeff and Eddie, the two taking turns cleaning the mess of slick that painted his face with their tongues. Eddie was currently devouring the younger’s mouth, rutting against his front, Jeff mirroring his movements against Gareth’s ass. He could feel both of them were hard and worked up from the whimpers and cries from Steve beside them, his hands buried in Freak’s hair as he led him into his fifth orgasm. The first four had been from Gareth until he had his fill and swapped out with the older man.

Eddie pulled away from Gareth’s mouth to address the two, Jeff taking the moment to crane the younger’s neck and take his turn devouring his mouth. “Still doing okay sweetheart? Need a break?”

“No…maybe.” He huffed, throwing his head back into the pillow. “How are you feeling, puppy?” Steve turned to face the other boys, Freak wrapping around him.

“I’d say horny if this is anything to go by.” Jeff snickered as he broke the kiss, gripping the bulge in Gareth’s pants, causing a moan to escape from him.

“Don’t tease him.” Eddie smirked, pulling the younger boy's head back by his hair, exposing his neck. “Do you want to give me your knot like a good alpha? Make me beg for it until I can’t take it.” This wasn’t a conventional expectation of an alpha, asking another to knot him, but they weren’t conventional in many ways. Gareth did his best to nod, humping into Jeff’s hand. “Let’s get your pants off th-.” They were interrupted by a continuous knock echoing from the front door, a groan leaving Steve.

“God damnit.” He huffed, trying to stand, but Eddie stuck his hand up.

“I’ll go get it, send them away before we get to the main event.” He stole a kiss from Steve before peeling away from the men. He hollered as he marched out of the bedroom, leaving the door cracked enough to give the barest glance at the front door. As soon as it was thrown open, Jeff was up as well followed by Freak, leaving Steve and Gareth alone to question. Glancing out the door at what had caught the others attention, however, they couldn’t see past the three crowding the door.

Gareth wanted to get up and see who drew his lovers away, yet he didn’t want to leave Steve alone in bed. Turning to look at the older man he was met with Steve already wrapping himself in his favorite robe. He was out the door before Gareth could even sit up, the younger boy falling out of the bed when the sheets wrapped around his feet.

By the time he was up, he could hear Steve yelling at whoever was at the door. It wasn’t until he got out of the bedroom did he glance of their visitor and he froze when he locked eyes with his father. The older alphas stopped arguing, noting his attention no longer in them, eyes dragging to Gareth. “Gareth.” He took a step forward into the home, only to be shoved back out by Steve.

“Stay out of my house!” He growled, Eddie stepping between them.

“You heard him.”

“Please, I just want to speak to my son.” His father begged, this time a growl escaped the alphas.

“You’ve said enough! You kicked him out so leave him alone!”

“How’d you even find us?!” Jeff gripped his fist, ready to lash out.

“I talked with Wayne to see where you boys were. Took a hell of a long time to get him to trust me. Look, can I just talk to my son for five minutes and that’s it. If he doesn’t want to talk to me after that then I’ll leave.”

“No, you’ll leave now or I’ll have the chief here to arrest your ass!” Steve yelled from behind Eddie, trying to get past the oldest man, only to be restrained by Freak.

“Five minutes, that’s it. Then you get out.” Gareth said, arms crossed as he stepped forward. That seemed to disarm Steve’s temper, worry painting his face as he stepped into the younger's space.

“Gare, you don’t owe him anything. You can just tell him to fuck off and stay here.”

“Five minutes Stevie…just to get some peace. If I’m not back in by then, then you can come out and defend my honor.” That didn’t quell the pout, but it seemed to be heard as Steve allowed himself to be pulled back towards the bedroom by Jeff and Freak. Eddie stayed behind, glaring at the man, hand on Gareth’s shoulder.

“Five minutes and if he’s crying or hurt when I come out I will rip your throat out with my teeth.” He growled before turning and joining the others. They waited till the door shut before either spoke, the younger alpha keeping a glare on his father.

“That’s your omega? Got a bite to him.”

“Just say what you came to say. This is Steve’s home and he obviously feels uncomfortable with you here. If you come to talk me into coming home with you then just leave. I have a pack that does care, I don't need you or mom to have a family.”

His father sighs, smiling at his son as he sits in a chair. “That’s not what I’m here for, nor am I here to try and make you choose like your mother. She is a traditionalist, not an excuse, but our opinions don’t really align.”

“Then why are you here?” Gareth asked, standing over his father. He seemed tired, more than usual, probably from his mother.

“Did I ever tell you of how your mother and I came to be, how… cold of a couple we are?”

“You’ve never been the typical type of alpha and omega, just figured she had you by the balls or something.” His father snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Or something. Your old man was anything but typical. I swung all ways, betas, omegas, and alphas. The thing your mother doesn’t understand is that the younger generations constantly adapt, expanding. Traditional is just old fashion and restricting, and much like you, I wasn’t traditional. I was in love with another alpha, we were a secret with how people were. He was scared, but I wanted to be out and proud, even if it meant being disowned. We would argue about it constantly, our last one being so bad we broke up for a week.”

Gareth had slunk down to sit on the couch, staring at his dad displaying the most emotions he’d ever seen.

“In that week, I went on a binge, slept with your mom, and by the time me and him reconciled… she found out she was pregnant. She went to my parents first, so that was the start of our life and the end of mine and his. He left town and I haven’t heard from him since. When I held you for the first time, all your moms conniving with my parents was mostly worth it… but I’m not telling you this to win you over. I don’t want you to come home, back to her. You’ve escaped what I can’t, but I did have some stuff I wanted to tell you about.”

“Dad.” He said, tears coming to his eyes. “She baby trapped you. That’s so not right and grandma and grandpa endorsed it?”

“It’s the past and I’m not letting you face what I’ve faced. That being said, your mother will be out of the house for a few hours tomorrow on a spa trip I bought her to help her “relax.” He scoffed, looking his son in his eyes. “I’ll pack what I can in secret for you tonight, but come over tomorrow afternoon and I’ll help you load your stuff. We can put what doesn’t fit in your new place.”

“Wait- wait. So you’re fine with everything? Me and the guys, with Steve and the baby?” Reaching over, his father wrapped his hands in his own.

“I want you happy and if that’s with them, then I don’t give a shit. Your mother believes she talks for both of us, but I speak for my own beliefs. You know my side of the family is wealthy, that’s never been a secret. When you were born I had an account made to put money in for you, an inheritance that your mother doesn’t know about. You turn 21 soon so that money will be yours. If you want we can go finance it, help you boys get a home or start a fund for the baby.”

“I-I don’t know… I can’t even process this.”

“Nothing has to be done now. Don’t worry about anything, just talk to your mates and tomorrow I’ll call you once I take your mom to the spa.” Gareth opened his mouth to respond when the bedroom door creaked open, Steve walking out with arms crossed and a pout.

“It’s been five minutes.” He huffed, the younger smiling as he waved him over. He let him cuddle up against him on the couch, Steve scenting him for any distress.

“Perhaps I should go before I outstay my welcome. You seem to have some people that want to comfort you. I shall see you tomorrow.” His father stood, roughing up Gareth’s hair. The young man snorted, shoving the hand away with a wide smile.

“Yeah. Maybe you could get dinner with us tomorrow and we could talk over everything… get to know each other.”

“I’d like that. I’ll see you tomorrow Gar.” He said, giving his son a squeeze of the shoulder before letting himself out of the home. It was then that the other alphas joined their mates, huddling together on the couch. It was quiet, the scent in the room unreadable. After what felt like hours, Gareth cleared his throat, looking up at the others.

“So, we have a lot to talk about… but can we wait until we finish what was interrupted.” He smirked, looking over his shoulder at Eddie. The older man nipped at his neck before pulling the smaller alpha over the couch and on his shoulder. A shriek of laughter left Gareth as he was carried back to the bedroom, the others following behind, Jeff slamming the door behind him.

Tag list: @marklee-blackmore

I will take prompts for this au, just note I may not be fast on them.

#stranger things #omegaverse #corroded coffin #steve harrington #corrordedking

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