#uncle eddie and uncle venom

[wazzappp]

Don’t get me wrong, Miles can ABSOLUTELY take care of himself. But it would also be a shame to have (counts on fingers) 6 murder uncles and never make use of them.

#fun fact! they are going to fucking get you #miles ran to them after electrocuting a theif #technically it should be 5 murder uncles and one ambiguous glob of goo but that doesn’t roll of the tongue quite the same #moon knight #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #miles morales #venom symbiote #eddie brock #spiderman #venom #my art #sketch #venom is a two for one and moony is three for one #he’s got them uncle coupons

[damndeacon]

Venom and his grandson Toxin cross paths in next weeks issue!!!

#THIS IS THE TEAM UP IVE BEEN WAITING FORRRR #toxin has been missing 2 full years now I missed him #also dumb but isn’t Dylan technically toxins uncle oh my god #grandpa venom grandpa venom #venom symbiote #symbrock #carnage #eddie brock #veddie #venom #dylan brock #bren waters #toxin symbiote #toxin #venom comics

[kitausuret]

the W, X, Y asks--any or all

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Hmm... I don't know if it qualifies as a "trope", but I feel like every fandom has a tendency to try and "Family-ify" a lot of really complicated relationships. There's a huge tendency I've seen to state like "X is Y's Father Figure" or "X as Y's Biological Parent" and it always rubs me the wrong way. It's pretty rare I see a take on it that I actually enjoy, but in general I prefer more complicated, less defined kind of relationships.

Take, just for example, Flash Thompson and Andi Benton. (I'm using them because I haven't seen fandom do anything I didn't like - thank god.) Flash is not really Andi's father figure. In fact, she had a dad. She had a great dad. She had an AMAZING dad. She had one of the few top-notch fathers in Spidey supporting cast history, and he died. Flash isn't her father figure, he doesn't try to be - he's her mentor. Yes, he is also her friend, her teacher, in some ways her old symbiote Mania was the Venom Symbiote's sibling. (Well, clone.) But the point is I like Andi and Flash's relationship the way it is. Don't try to place a label on things that don't need it!!

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Rivals to friends (to lovers), lovers to exes to friends, enemies to lovers: these are probably my top three. It's a surefire way to get me interested in something. I also love super complex takes on all of the above, stirring them up a bit. Enemies to friends to enemies to friends to lovers. Enemies to lovers to exes to friends! Lovers to friends!! Stuff it all into my MOUTH.

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms

Already answered this but, but since there are so many fandoms on Tumblr, I would be remiss to leave out various DC stuff that I don't know what's going on, a lot of Plastic Man on my dash lately that I know even less about what's going on, and of course MCU stuff always manages to sneak its way onto my dash. It's fine. I'm happy that my friends are happy.

#asked and answered #i could go on for days about flash and andi #nobody look at the fic where andi/mania calls eddie/venom her 'weird uncle' i thought it was funny at the time #they ARE actually family in that instance though haha

[steddiealltheway]

It's clear to Steve that Eddie is being led on, but Eddie will not accept it. So, it's intervention time. Not because Steve has a huge crush on him and is entirely jealous but... he needs Eddie to at least see that he can do better than this asshole.

He sits Eddie down and lays out the facts. "You met him in The Hideout bathroom when he put his tongue down your throat then proceeded to ignore you the rest of the night when you left the bathroom."

"It's different for gay men, Steve."

Steve presses on. "He calls you late at night when he knows that your uncle is gone just to get off and immediately hang up after."

"It's not like that..." Eddie says with a sigh.

"He doesn't know a single thing about you either! Has he tried to ask you on a date or anything?"

Eddie gives Steve a look and stands up crossing into his space. "And why do you care so much?"

Steve's heart beats a little faster as Eddie gets a little closer to the truth. "Because you deserve better."

Eddie snorts. "I think you're just jealous."

"What?" Oh shit. He knows about his crush.

He steps even closer, but Steve doesn't back down. Eddie explains, "I've finally got someone, and you can't stand that I beat you to it. The freak outsmarted the king."

Steve shakes his head and steps back, unsure of what the hell has gotten into Eddie. "You don't mean that."

"I do, Harrington," he states with venom in his tone.

Steve can feel himself tense up. If Eddie's going to be an asshole, he can be one too. "Have fun then, Munson." He shoulder-checks him as he makes his way to his stairs.

He hears footsteps behind him as Eddie follows. "I think I'll go to The Hideout tonight with Tom," he calls after Steve, further pushing it.

Steve stops in his tracks and turns around to face Eddie. "Maybe if you opened your eyes you'd see what was right in front of you."

Eddie leans in. "Yeah, I see Tom carrying me away into the damn sunset."

Steve shakes his head and laughs humorlessly. "You really don't get it, do you?"

The other boy just stares at him looking confused and then hurt. "Just because I'm some kind of freak doesn't mean that the only chance I have with a guy is some asshole who is using me, so stop trying to convince me of that."

Steve scoffs as Eddie walks to the door. "Eddie, you know I didn't mean that. Did you not hear the part where I said-" The door slams shut. "...that you deserve better..." Steve finishes then groans. He sits on the bottom stair step and puts his head in his hands.

He hopes more than anything that his gut is wrong and Tom is a good guy. But every instinct is telling Steve that he's not.

So, Steve makes a decision that he might regret. He grabs his keys and races to his car, making his way to The Hideout. He reasons with himself that he just wants to meet the guy himself to get a proper opinion of him. And maybe he won't have to use his bat in his trunk.

When he gets to the parking lot, he sees Eddie's van and parks next to it. Here goes nothing.

He immediately feels off when he enters the bar. He can't spot Eddie anywhere and almost wonders if he had mistaken the van outside for his. Then he remembers... making out in the bathroom.

He spots the bathroom door and sighs. This is definitely not something he wants to witness. He goes anyways.

He's surprised when the door swings open as he pushes on it. Gosh, they should at least be more subtle than this. Jam the door or put a heavy- Steve freezes when he hears the heavy breathing and unmistakable sound of kissing halting. Then, a stall door bursts open and a shorter man is shoving Steve against the wall.

"What the hell do you think you're doing in here?" The man asks. God, he smells like beer and a bit like rotten eggs. And he vaguely looks familiar.

"Using the bathroom?" Steve fires back.

"Steve?"

The guy, assumedly Tom, glances over his shoulder. "You know him?"

"Yeah," Eddie says looking pissed. "You can let him go, he's fine."

Tom lets go but whips around to Eddie. "He knows about us?"

Eddie nods.

Tom gets up in his space and sneers, "What part of don't tell anyone did you not understand?"

Then, it hits Steve. He recognizes Tom as one of his dad's younger work buddies. Has a wife and two young kids and... shit.

"Sorry," Eddie whispers.

Tom shoves him back into the wall. "You're fucking sorry? Is that all you have to say??"

Steve sees Eddie brace for a punch, and that's when he cuts in. "Tom Gardner, right?"

Tom jumps back, going pale. "How do you know my full name?"

Steve can't help but be a little bitchy. "Well, now you've helped me confirm it. How's your wife Ginger doing?"

Tom tries to stalk into his space saying, "Listen here you little piece of shit. I don't know how you-"

Steve cuts him off, "Threaten me or my friend again and I'll tell your whole family your little secret."

Tom walks closer. "You wouldn't dare."

Steve uses his height to his advantage and looks down at the man. "Try me."

Tom's eyes flicker between Steve's for a couple of seconds before he curses under his breath and runs out the door.

Steve barely has time to celebrate the small victory before Eddie is sliding down the wall with his head in his hands. Steve rushes over to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, but Eddie smacks it away. He looks up with watery eyes. "Why'd you do it?"

"I needed to meet the guy myself," Steve says, stomach rolling at the sight of Eddie so upset. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

"And are you happy?' Eddie asks, swiping at his eyes.

Steve stares down at him. "And why would I be?"

Eddie gestures to the door. "You got what you wanted. You can say 'I told you so,' but I kind of already knew he was an ass. Didn't know about the wife and kids though." He puts his head in his hands again. "How did you know about that?" He asks, muffled by his hands.

"Works with my dad," Steve answers. Eddie just hums. Steve sighs and sits on the floor next to Eddie scrunching his nose up at the disgusting bathroom floor. "That isn't what I wanted by the way. I wanted him to be a good guy, " Steve lies. He glances over at Eddie and pauses before confessing, "Actually, I didn't want him to be a good guy."

"What?" Eddie asks, heading coming up to angrily look at him.

"I didn't want him to be a good guy," Steve states again.

"And why's that?" Eddie asks. "Can't stand being the only single one?"

"That's part of the reason," Steve admits.

Eddie puts his hands on his knees and grunts as he stands up. "Glad to have solved the great mystery."

"Wait," Steve says before scrambling to stand. Luckily, Eddie stops. "Remember when I told you earlier that if you opened your eyes you'd see what was right in front of you?"

"No need to rub it in, Harrington."

Steve groans. "I was talking about me!" Steve practically yells. When Eddie turns to look at him with wide eyes he repeats, "I was talking about me."

Eddie looks him up and down. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Steve says walking toward Eddie, "That I'm entirely crazy about you, and I thought you knew until you started gushing about this Tom guy. You were right about me being jealous but for the wrong reason."

All Eddie says is, "Shit."

Steve nods in agreement.

Eddie looks down and fiddles with his rings. "I didn't mean what I said earlier. Like I said, deep down I knew but didn't want to admit it to myself or you, so I got a bit... defensive."

"A bit," Steve says with a laugh, stepping forward.

Eddie smiles bashfully. "I wish you would've said something sooner."

"Who says it's too late now?" Steve asks, taking another step forward.

"Really?" Eddie asks hopefully.

Steve smiles and almost leans in, but he remembers the door behind them. "Now, let me take you home before our first kiss ends up being in this disgusting bathroom and someone barges in."

"I'll also need some mouthwash or gum so I can erase any trace of Tom before I kiss you," Eddie says with a frown.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure to erase any trace and memory of him tonight," Steve says with a wink before holding open the door for Eddie.

"Jesus H. Christ. You're going to be the death of me."

Steve smiles. "I sincerely hope so."

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie ficlet #stranger things

[corroded-hellfire]

As You Wish - Eddie Munson x Reader, Part 7

A collaboration with my partner in crime @munson-blurbs

Summary: Now that the boys know you and Eddie are together, this should make life easier. Right? Unfortunately, there's still Brittany and the court case to deal with. Not to mention, the age gap now bringing some complications to light.

Note: I will never ever get over the lovely things you all say to me about this series. Some comments make me laugh, some make me cry, but every single one of them means the world to me. I can never thank you enough for reading this series.

Warnings: smut, oral, m!receiving, age gap, older!eddie, dad!eddie, breeding kink, Brittany should just come with her own warning at this point

Words: 7.6k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Gray. Gray everywhere: the clouds roll in, dark and stormy, threatening rain. The overcast weather cloaks the atmosphere in dullness, as though it could sense your mood as you and Eddie head towards Brittany’s house—the same one they used to share. 

Ryan and Luke are playing at the Harrington’s house; Steve promised to drop them back home in time for bed, though you imagine it’ll be later than that, given his pushover nature. Just a little pout and a pleading, “five more minutes, Uncle Steve?” is all it takes. 

Their temporary absence gives you and Eddie the rare opportunity to speak to Brittany alone; something you typically avoid, but you need to have this conversation sooner rather than later. 

Eddie debates whether or not he should knock on the door. It was still technically his home by law, though he certainly doesn’t feel like he belongs here. He decides to let himself in, announcing that you’re both present. 

“Hello? Brittany? It’s me. Well, it’s us,” he amends, clearing his throat. 

Brittany comes down the hallway from the bedroom and it’s the most unkempt you’ve ever seen her. Her usually flawless blonde hair is pulled up into a frizzy, messy bun on the top of her head, and you swear you’ve never seen the woman in a pair of sweatpants before this moment. 

As soon as she sees you, she groans and crosses her arms over her chest. “You can’t just send the boys in?” she asks, an inevitable eye roll gracing her annoyingly pretty face. 

“The boys aren’t with us,” Eddie says as the two of you fully step inside the house and you close the door behind you. 

“Excuse me?” Brittany just stares at the two of you, the look completely blank, not even any confusion behind those dead eyes. Complete indifference. 

Eddie sighs, relaying the explanation. “Steve’s going to be dropping them off later,” he says. He subtly nods for you to follow him more inside the house and away from the door. “We need to talk to you. While they’re not here.”

“Why?” Now the venom is back in her scowl, her lip practically quivering and threatening to turn into a snarl. There’s the Brittany you know. 

“Just…” Eddie sighs and runs a hand over the top of his head. “Just come sit down.”

You follow Eddie into the kitchen, as does Brittany, no matter how unwittingly it was. The three of you sit at the table and it’s silent; no one knows what to say or wants to be the one to break the tension.  

Leave it to Brittany to be the one to speak first, and though you’re less than thrilled to hear her voice, a very small part of you is glad that someone says something. 

“Are you going to tell me why I’m sitting here with you and your tramp? Or are we gonna fucking play charades?”

As Eddie’s hands clench into fists on top of the table, you realize Brittany hasn’t looked at you once since you stepped inside. It brings you an odd air of satisfaction and smugness.  

Eddie, meanwhile, is fuming at the derogatory term she used on you, and you can tell he’s about to rip his estranged wife a new one, but you’re able to calm him down by taking one of his fists in both of your hands and massaging it and uncurling his fingers until his tension starts to melt. You’re tempted to press a kiss to the back of it, but you both came here for a reason and now that conversation must be had. 

“So, uh,” Eddie pauses to clear his throat, “we just wanted to give you a heads up because the boys already know and they’re not exactly tight lipped. Nor should they feel like they have to hide anything from anyone—especially a parent.” He almost said “especially a mom” but he and the boys know she’s never been much of one to begin with. 

Brittany’s eyes finally land on you as her gaze flits back and forth between you and your boyfriend. 

“What?” She demands. “What’re you giving me a heads up about?”

“Well,” Eddie says, linking his fingers with yours with the hand that you soothed for him. “We’re together. Like, officially. The boys know and they’re pretty over the moon about it.” Eddie didn’t need to add that bit, but he enjoyed saying it nonetheless. Maybe it’s petty, but he wants to show off how happy he is. 

Brittany’s arms drop to the table as if they’re suddenly dead weight. “What the fuck, Eddie?” Her gaze is now solely on him again. “The boys know you’re fucking their babysitter?”

“Jesus Christ, Brittany,” Eddie groans, closing his eyes for a moment as he massages his furrowed brow. “No, the boys know that we have feelings for one another and are going out on dates.”

“Are they even old enough to understand that?” Brittany snaps.

“You just asked if we told them that we were fucking,” you say, piping up for the first time in this conversation. “But them knowing we have feelings for each other is too hard for them to comprehend? They’re not babies anymore.”

The glare Brittany gives you could rival that of Medusa. 

“Sorry if you missed the fact that they’ve grown up because you were too busy fucking half the town,” Eddie retorts before he can stop himself.

“You can shut your mouth. You’re not their parent,” Brittany says, pointing a freshly manicured finger at you before turning it on Eddie. “And you can eat shit.”

Eddie sees the opportunity presented to him on a silver platter and he knows he has to take it. “It would still taste better than kissing you.”

Heat rises to your face at his words and Brittany looks like she’s about to hurl a chair at him. Eddie just laughs and leans back in his seat. He wraps his arm around the back of yours and you lean in towards his body.

“Is that all you’re here for?” Brittany asks through gritted teeth. “Because you’re free to fucking leave any time you’d like. You know where the door is.”

Eddie looks at you and nods his head. “I think we’re good to go. Ready, babe?”

“Ready,” you affirm, always eager to be out of Brittany’s presence. It’s the same satisfaction you’d get taking a shower after you’ve been covered in caked up mud and dirt.

Brittany doesn’t bother saying anything as she stands up and storms down the hallway. You and Eddie can’t help but share an amused look and a chuckle as you stand up. There had been so many times back when you were just the babysitter that Brittany would say or do something and you’d just want to look at Eddie like, is this bitch for real? Now you know that all along Eddie wanted that too, and now you’re both on the outside looking in at this angry and pathetic woman who’s more trouble than what she’s worth. 

As you’re approaching the front door, an annoyed and frustrated groan emanates from the back of the house. Sucks to be you, you think as your hand twists the doorknob. You don’t think there’s ever been a day in your life that you’ve felt sympathy for that woman, and you don’t intend to start any time soon.

“That went better than expected.”

“Better?” you gawp, still reeling from the barrage of insults hurled your way. Nothing less than what you’d expect of her, but still…damn.

Eddie shrugs. “She didn’t cut my dick off, so…yeah.” His eyes soften when he takes in your rigidity. “Baby, are you…she didn’t upset you, did she?”

“I know it’s stupid—” you start with a sigh, but Eddie cuts you off gently. 

“It’s not stupid. C’mere.” He pulls you in for a hug as you stand under the yellow porch light shining as best it can in the dreary evening around you. “I love you. My boys love you. And nothing’s gonna change that, okay?”

You don’t fully believe him—which part, you’re not sure, but his promise is enough for now. “Okay.”

You would think it’s the first time you’re looking after kids ever with the way the butterflies are surging through your bloodstream. They left your stomach when you kissed Eddie goodbye this morning and now they’ve hitched a ride to every other part of your body. 

Danny and Amelia have been great all day. Amelia is not a fussy baby, though she does want to be held most of the time. And Danny is a very helpful little boy, always showing you where the different things you might need are: extra diapers, toilet paper, batteries for the television remote, snacks, and even where his dad keeps an old baseball bat with nails hammered into it in the garage.

“N’case someone wanna break in,” Danny informed you, as if this bat a state-of-the-art alarm system. 

Both kids drift off on the way to pick the older gremlins up from school. It’s just as well since you wouldn’t be able to concentrate on a thing they’d say anyway. Your thumbs beat out an erratic rhythm on the beige leather steering wheel in the Harrington family’s van—left in your care so that you’re able to transport all six kids at once. You’re more jittery than normal, jumping at every horn that’s blared or siren that’s sounded on the short drive down to the elementary school.

Right before you’d left to snag the four older children, Eddie had called you from work. He had been notified of when his first court appearance for the custody case would have to be. Ever since the phone call you’ve been on edge, the idea of Eddie having to make a case that he deserves to have the kids when anyone with half a brain already knows that he should have them full time. The words “court date” just keep replaying on a loop in your brain over and over again. 

You’re only waiting in the Hawkins Elementary School pick-up line for ten minutes before the kids all clamor in the van, loud as all hell as they continue whatever conversation it was they were having on the way to the vehicle. They all buckle themselves in and say hi to Amelia and Danny, who are excited to see them now that the ruckus has woken them.

“Everyone all buckled in?” you ask.

“Yeah!” a chorus of children respond.

“All right, here we go.”

When you get back to the Harrington house, it’s time for Amelia to take a nap. You carry the sleepy girl on one hip while you lay out apple slices and pretzels for the older kids on the dining room table. It doesn’t take long for the crunching and chomping to reach your ears as you head down the hall to Amelia’s room. 

Once the kids are done eating, it’s time for them to do their homework. They sit at the dining room table all together, after only minimal push back, visible from where you sit on the couch with Danny. You’re hardly paying attention to some new cartoon about a sponge who lives in a pineapple that Danny is watching. Stupid, you think to yourself. This show will never last. 

The first one to finish their homework is Natalie, who moseys on over to sit next to you on the arm of the couch. She has shiny light brown hair that looks like it could give Steve’s a run for his money someday, and wide blue eyes just like her mother. The soft-spoken little girl looks like she wants to say something to you but isn’t sure how.

“How was school, Natalie?” you ask, deciding to try and break the ice for her.

“Was good,” she says. She balances on the arm of the couch and pulls the hem of her skirt over her knees, almost like a nervous habit. Only then do you realize she’s only met you those few times for brief play dates and doesn’t really know you.

“I saw when I walked past your room before that you have a PowerPuff Girls poster,” you say. “You like them?”

“Yes!” her face lights up at the question. “Blossom is my favorite.”

“I like the pink one. With the red hair,” you tell her. “What’s her name?”

“That’s Blossom,” Natalie tells you with a giggle.

“Oh, silly me,” you say, scrunching up your nose. 

Apparently, this was enough for Natalie to feel like she could open up and talk to you more. You’re glad; you want her to be comfortable with you.

“Ryan told me that you’re his daddy’s girlfriend.”

It’s the last thing you expected her to say, and you almost choke on your own saliva.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I am.” Your face feels warm, and you wonder if the young girl notices at all. 

“You love Uncle Eddie?” she asks, eyes shining as if she’s expecting an epic romantic tale.

“I do,” you tell her, a grin lighting up your own face.

“Ryan’s my boyfriend,” she tells you matter-of-factly.

You remember the way Ryan gets quiet and shy around Natalie or even when she’s simply mentioned. The feeling is decidedly mutual it seems.

“Does Ryan know this?” you ask.

Natalie shrugs, seeming unbothered. “If he doesn’t, he will.” 

You can’t help but admire the young girl’s confidence. 

“Does Uncle Eddie know he’s your boyfriend?” she asks. 

“Yes,” you tell her, letting out a small giggle. I may have had my fantasies for a while there, but this time it’s real. 

“Are you gonna get married?”

The unexpected question has your eyes bugging out and your throat going dry. “Okay, that’s enough questions,” you sputter, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. “Let’s get some homework done.”

“I am done,” she tells you.

“Then, uh, why don’t we see if any of the boys need some help.”

You breathe a sigh of relief when she skips off to check on Ryan, Luke, and Theo. Talks of marriage must wait another day. 

You’re reheating some chicken cutlets on the stove when the doorbell rings, almost silenced by the sounds of oil popping and six children playing nearby in the family room. 

It’s a bit early for Nancy or Steve to get home, and they wouldn’t ring the bell, so you have no idea who it could be. It sets you on-edge, especially knowing how many kids you now have to protect. 

Hugging a sleeping Mia to your chest, you look through the peephole to see none other than Edward Munson standing on the stoop. 

“What’re you doing here?” you ask, your excitement quickly turning to frustration when you notice the boxes in his hands. “Is that…?”

Eddie’s too busy short-circuiting at the sight of you holding Mia to pick up on your ire. She looks so perfect holding a baby. 

While you’re distracted, Danny and Luke run up to the door. “Uncl’ Eddie brought pizza! Yes!” Danny shouts, and the whole crew erupts into cheers. 

“Eddie,” you hiss, trying not to wake Mia, lest you have another child to chase after, “Nancy told me to give them leftovers for dinner.”

“They can have them another time,” Eddie shrugs, “no big deal.”

You shake your head. “Yes, it is,” you insist. “I was given specific instructions to follow, and I’m not about to mess it up on day one.”

Eddie puts the pizza down on the table and rests his hands on your shoulders. “Look at me, okay? It’s just pizza. I’ve known the Harringtons since before they were the Harringtons, and they’re not gonna get mad over this. And if they do, I’ll take full responsibility.”

A tiny smile tugs at your lips despite the anxiety bubbling in your stomach. “You better.”

“Scout’s honor.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and there is a mixture of “aww” and gagging noises coming from the children. “I love you,” he says loud enough for only you to hear.

“You talking to me or Mia?” you ask, giving him a smirk as you cock an eyebrow. 

Eddie chuckles and looks down at the sleeping little girl again. Her small back gently rises and falls beneath your hand, the bottom of her dark red downy hair brushing your skin. “Talking to my favorite girl,” he says as he looks back up at you, brown eyes gleaming. “But Little Miss Mia knows how much I love her, too.”

As everyone is finishing up dinner—Mia now happily sitting in the lap of her favorite uncle—the front door opens and both Steve and Nancy step inside. 

“Mommy!” Danny calls, already out of his chair and running towards his mom at full speed.

Nancy huffs a laugh and manages to catch him before he can either knock her over or accidentally speed right past her and crash headfirst into a wall.  

“Hey,” Steve pouts, resting his hands on his hips. “Mommy’s been going to work every day. Who usually stays home with you? Me! Did you miss me?”

Danny just giggles and hides his face in Nancy’s shirt, having chosen a favorite parent for the evening. 

“Hi, Daddy!” Theo calls from the table, waving a tomato-sauce-covered hand high above his head.

“Looks like we missed a pizza party,” Steve says as he walks over to the table. He raises his eyebrows and immediately turns his gaze to Eddie. 

You’re slightly nervous that Steve is going to be upset about the pizza and you start to fidget with your hands under the table, already thinking of a way to keep him from getting too angry.  

Before you can muster up an explanation, Eddie takes one hand off of Mia and grabs your trembling one to give it a reassuring squeeze. “Stashed the extra pie in my truck so the rugrats didn’t try to sneak a slice,” Eddie tells him with a grin. 

“This is why we’re best friends—oh shi-…I mean, sugar. Did I just admit to that out loud?” Steve muses as he turns away from the table to head out to Eddie’s truck.

“Too late,” Eddie calls after him. “It’s already been written down by the stenographer.”

Luke leans in towards you. “What’s a sornographer?” he asks, mouth surrounded by a tomato sauce goatee.  

You press your lips together to keep from laughing at his mispronunciation. 

“Someone who types all the words people are saying.”

Luke’s eyes widen and he frantically looks around the dining room in search of the mysterious ‘sornographer’. “Where are they?”

This time you can’t hold the giggle in. “Noooo, not here, Luke. Like, in court. With a judge and lawyers and stuff.”

Natalie wipes her hands and face off on a napkin before skipping over to her mother. “Mommy!” she exclaims, wrapping her arms around her. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” Nancy gives her a big hug. “How was your day?”

“So good! At school we watched a video with this cute little doggy who was being Sherlock Holmes, and then we came home and had the best time!”

Natalie’s enthusiasm about the time you spent with her this afternoon warms your heart and has the pressure of tears building behind your eyes. She leans into her mom and whispers so no one else can hear, but judging by the way her eyes flit over to Ryan before sliding over to Eddie, you assume she’s telling Nancy about your discussion about boys earlier.

“You’re a silly girl,” Nancy laughs, pressing a kiss to her eldest daughter’s temple. 

When Natalie bounds back over to her siblings and friends, you take the opportunity to shyly make your way over to Nancy’s side.  

“I’m, um, sorry about the pizza. I know you said to use the—”

Nancy cuts you off with an understanding shake of her head. “Don’t worry about it; I already figured that Beavis or Butthead brought it home.”

“Who’s who?”

She sighs. “I honestly couldn’t tell you.”

Usually, the routine would be for you to leave the Harrington’s with Ryan and Luke, then take them to whichever parent they’re staying with at the time. But, one, Eddie isn’t in his new apartment yet, and two, Eddie was at the Harrington’s as well tonight, so it becomes a group activity to bring the boys to Brittany’s.

The boys insist on being with you in your car on the ride over, which brings a smile to your face that warms Eddie’s heart. As much as he’d love to spend every available moment with them, having them want to be with you was a very close second.

When you park in front of the familiar one-story house, both boys take turns leaning into the front seat to give you hugs that are so tight you’re wondering when they got so strong.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, guys!” you call through your open car window.

“Bye!” Ryan says, throwing you a wave as he hikes his backpack up.

“Love you!” Luke calls back and it just about stops your heart. You’ve always known that the boys care about you and even adore you, but love? Tears prick the corner of your eyes, and you hope the light from the full moon outside is casting a shadow over your car so you can dab at your eyes with some privacy. 

Eddie gets out of his truck and walks over the cracked sidewalk to meet the boys in front of the house. Luke takes Eddie’s hand and even in the darkness of the evening you can see Eddie smile at his youngest. Before they can get to the door, it swings open and reveals Brittany waiting there, arms crossed over a fuzzy white sweater. Her piercing eyes land on the boys, move to Eddie, dart to you sitting in your car, back to the boys, and finally land on Eddie again. 

“You don’t have to walk them to the door, you know,” she snaps at her estranged husband immediately, not even taking a moment to acknowledge the kids. “You can stay in the car with your homewrecker.”

Eddie is fuming but he won’t show it in front of the boys. Every little insult she throws your way takes a little chink out of his armor and he’s not sure what he’ll do when that armor eventually leaves him exposed.

Instead, Eddie gets down on one knee on the uneven cobblestone path in front of the door so he can give each of his sons a big bear hug goodbye, silently praying what their mother just said goes over their heads. 

“I’ll see you guys soon, okay?” Eddie says, shards of his heart being crushed into dust as the moment he has to leave them here with her approaches. 

“I’ll miss you,” Luke says, reaching up and gently running his fingers tips over Eddie’s stubble that’s longer than usual. The way Luke studies his father’s face is almost like he’s committing the smallest details to memory. You wouldn’t be surprised if it’s so the boy could find ways to try and look like Eddie even more than he already does. 

“I’ll miss you too, bud,” Eddie says, his glass heart completely shattered now. “But soon I’ll have my apartment and we’ll have all the time in the world to hang out.”

“I love you, Daddy,” Ryan says, a sad smile on his face. Ryan has an easier time understanding the dynamics of what’s going on with the divorce and all, and he’s come to realize that his dad doesn’t want to leave him just as much as Ryan doesn’t want him to go.

“I love you, too. Both of you,” Eddie says as he ruffles up both boys’ hair. He stands up and presses a kiss to the top of both of their heads.

“See ya soon, you funky raccoon,” Eddie says, coming up with the ridiculous rhyme on the spot.

It gets the intended response though, as Luke busts out into giggles and replies, “see ya soon, smelly baboon.”

Eddie gently boops Ryan’s nose before he gives them one last smile and heads back down the walkway. He shoots you a small smile as well, that you acknowledge with a little wave. You wish you were both driving in the same car right now. You’d be able to hold his hand and assure him that everything is going to be alright. Deep down, Eddie knows; it’s just nice to be reminded sometimes.

Eddie climbs back in the truck and starts the engine. Once he pulls out onto the road, you follow behind him and make the drive back to your apartment. 

As soon as you get to your place, you and Eddie are all over each other. There was barely any preamble as the pair of you got out of your vehicles and met each other at the entrance. A breathy “hi” barely made it out of your mouth before Eddie’s hands were on your hips and his lips were attacking your neck with fervor as you tried to buzz the two of you into your building.

Mere steps from of the staircase, he starts peeling your jacket off your shoulders while you’re still in the hallway.

“Impatient much?” you tease, going in for another kiss and biting his lip purposefully.

“You tell me.” He guides your hand to where his erection strains against his jeans. Without warning, you give a particularly hard rub over his aching cock, just to hear the satisfying hiss that comes from his lips.

You can’t open the door fast enough; luckily, Jess isn’t home to make a sarcastic comment as you pull him into your room and push him onto your bed.

“All mine,” you murmur as you suck on the skin along his collarbone. He tugs on your thighs to pull you up more, so your pussy is on top of his groin. As you continue to grind on him, you feel him softening beneath you. You frown, but try to hide it by ducking your head.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. 

“Nope, all good,” he lies through his teeth. Not well either, but you don’t want to press the issue.

You try to push past it, but he can’t deny that there’s an issue when you unbutton his pants and pull down the waistband to reveal his flaccid penis. 

“Eds,” you frown, ignoring the shame overtaking you. You’re on top of your boyfriend and he couldn’t be softer if he tried. You make a mental list of everything you hate about your body before asking, “What’s going on?”

He sucks in a harsh breath. “Christ, I…it’s her, okay?” You don’t have to guess who he’s referring to. “All I wanna do is focus on you, but she makes me so damn mad.”

“S’okay,” you keep your voice soft and kiss just below his earlobe. “We can talk about it later, if you want.” He nods, and you continue, “for now, let me help you relax.”

You slide down until your knees make contact with the thin pink rug you have to cushion you from the hardwood floor beneath. Eager lips trail down the sparse patch of hair on his chest, to his tummy, and down to his cock. “Do you think I didn’t notice the way your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw me holding Baby Mia?” You giggle when he freezes up. “Tell me, Eds; what were you thinking about?”

“Was thinkin’,” he swallows thickly, “about our baby.”

“Mm, so just me holding our baby? That’s what got you looking at me like that?”

He shakes his head. “N-No, a-also…also thought about getting you pregnant, watching you grow our child…” His dick twitches slightly; you lift it and lick up the underside of his shaft. A seed of pride plants itself in your chest at knowing just what to say to get him feeling excited. 

“Keep telling me what you thought about while I make you feel good.” You bring one ball into your mouth and suck lightly, already feeling his length starting to stiffen once more. “Don’t be shy.”

He breathes out slowly. “I want to fill you up every goddamn day and night until it takes, oh, fuck.” His concentration fades in and out as you suck on the head of his cock. “And once I knock you up, you know damn well I won’t be able to keep my hands offa you.” 

You hum your acknowledgment, sending vibrations from tip to base. 

“Sh-Shit, thinkin’ ‘bout you pregnant and bouncin’ on my cock. Gonna be so perfect.”

Avoiding the temptation to touch yourself, you put one hand on each of his ass cheeks and grab at the flesh, opening your throat to take him deeper. This is all about him right now. 

“Gonna keep you pregnant forever. I’ll marry you first, though. Promise.” Heat creeps into your face; he catches the soft smile dancing on your lips before you collect yourself and continue pleasuring him. “You like that? Gonna be my cute little pregnant housewife?”

Your thighs clench together involuntarily, and you quicken your pace. “Fu-uck, baby doll. ‘M close.”

You suck harder, deeper, your nose grazing his pubic hair. Saliva drips down your chin but you can’t be bothered to wipe it away. 

“Look at me while I fuck your pretty face,” he orders, and you peer upwards into his lust-blown eyes. “Good girl.”

You cup his balls with one hand and his knees weaken, a string of swears passing his lips as his release coats your tongue and slides down your throat. 

He holds out a slightly trembling hand and helps you up off the floor. 

“You’re a fuckin’ dream come true.”

A giggle bubbles out of you as he tugs you onto the bed with him and you land on top of his chest.

“I could say the same about you, Mr. Munson.” The slight movement from Eddie’s spent dick beneath you brings a satisfied smirk to your face. 

“Jesus, the way you say that drives me crazy,” Eddie admits, still trying to catch his breath. 

“I noticed,” you say with a wink.

After both of you have showered, the two of you go into the kitchen looking for a late night snack. The folder Eddie has been keeping all of the documents related to the divorce and custody in is on the table, an unwanted reminder that you’d hadn’t gotten a chance to really discuss it today beyond that brief phone call.

“So, uh,” you say, breaking the ice as you pull a bag of Cheetos from the pantry, “your first court date is set?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says with a sigh. He slides down into a chair at the kitchen table and you take the one opposite him. “Monday, March 29th.”

He doesn’t offer more information, so you have to do the digging. You hate having to draw information from him like this; you wish he would open up easier. “Did you, o-or rather, did your lawyer tell you what to expect?”

“I’m supposed to have some sort of plan of what I want for the kids,” he shrugs, though his fidgeting fingers tell you that he’s more concerned than he’s letting on. “Like, how I want full custody. But I’m not opposed to Brittany getting visitation rights. I think the judge just kind of wants to hear what both her and I have to say.”

“I imagine she’s going to have a very different plan than you prepared,” you say with a grimace.

Eddie huffs a humorless laugh and rests his head on his propped up fist. “She’ll go for the throat. Use any mistakes I’ve made or bad days I’ve had over the years as an excuse for why they shouldn’t be with me.”

“She’s going to make it brutal,” you say more to yourself than to Eddie. “But I’ll be right by your side the whole time, okay?” You start to reach for his hand, frowning when he looks away. “What?” Did I say something that upset him? Am I handling this right? 

“Maybe,” he breathes, carefully considering his words, “maybe you can stay here with the boys?”

His rejection smarts like a slap across the face. He doesn’t want you there. But why?

The obvious answer stares you down: you’re the other woman. The young babysitter who seduced a married man and destroyed his otherwise impeccable relationship, as Brittany will likely paint it. 

Shame seeps from your pores; you will yourself to ask him the question burning on your tongue: “Did I do something wrong?”

Eddie can feel his heart break with each word. “Did you—no, it’s just, y’know, don’t want too many cooks in the kitchen.” He inwardly winces at his pathetic excuse, not wanting you to know the truth. 

“Right, yeah.” But nothing about this is right; you’re partners—or, at least, you’re supposed to be. If you were in his position, you would love to have him by your side, supporting you. Clearly, he doesn’t feel the same way. 

He’s going through a lot, you try and reason with yourself. Maybe a change to a happier subject will lighten the mood. There’s plenty of time before the hearing anyway.

“So, um, my birthday is in a few days.” You lower your voice to a sultry tone, trailing your bare foot up his leg beneath the table. “My friends wanted to take me out and get me wasted for the big 2-1, but I was thinking we should spend it together…in bed…clothing optional?”

Eddie stands up and kisses you, and you think he’s going to accept your offer, but he shakes his head. “Nah, babe. You should go out with your friends. Enjoy your time with them, ya know?”

His head swims with of all of the instances where he’d begged Brittany for cozy nights together when she had wanted to go out with her girlfriends. He doesn’t want you to resent him the way she did.  

You’re so young; at your age, he’d go out with his friends, drinking and partying. Is he tying you down? A relationship with a man going through a divorce and who has two kids? At 21 years old? The least he can do is encourage you to have that wild 21st birthday with your friends that you deserve. 

“Okay, um, do you wanna come with me? I’d love for you to meet my friends,” you try again, desperate to crack the shell he’s built around himself. You stand and pad closer to him.

Eddie puts his finger under your chin. “Go with your friends, baby. I’ll be around to pick you up if you need a designated driver.”

Tears embarrassingly blur your vision. “Did I do something, Eddie?”

“No, why?” He leans on the countertop, chewing a Cheeto thoughtfully. 

“Because…because you don’t want me at the hearing, and you don’t want to celebrate my birthday with me. And if I did something to upset you, I want to fix it.”

He wipes the orange dust on a nearby towel and exhales impatiently. “Babe, I told you. The court stuff is just messy, and I want you to have time with your friends. Don’t read too much into it.”

His nonchalance irritates you. He doesn’t want you around, and he’s playing it off like it’s nothing. 

“Jesus, sorry for trying to support you and for wanting to be around you,” you snap, your craving for snacks evaporating as you’re filled with anger. It’s better than the despair that’s threatening to replace it. “I guess I’ll just swing by whenever you need a quickie.”

Eddie winces at your vitriol. “Swing by whenever—what the hell are you talking about? This is more than just sex, we love each other, and you know it.”

You do know it, but you’re too worked up to care about logic. You grab his keys from the countertop. “Go home.” It’s not until the words come out of your mouth that you realize he doesn’t really have a home to go to. The consideration of taking them back flits through your head like a leaf caught in a wind tunnel.

He throws his arms up in the air, defeated. “C’mon, babe. Don’t be like this.”

“Be like what, Eddie? Upset that my boyfriend doesn’t want me around? Frustrated because it shouldn’t be fucking impossible go get you to open up to me? Humiliated because you were soft while I grinded on top of you?!”

“I told you,” he says through gritted teeth, “it was because of all of the shit with—”

“I know; all of the shit with Brittany. I got it.” You roll your eyes. “That’s why I offered to go to court with you, but you said no. So, I guess I’m good enough to use as a distraction, but not—”

“I’m not…I’m not using you. Jesus Christ.” Eddie rakes his hands through his curls. “You wanna be at the hearing with me? Listen to all of the terrible things my ex has to say about me? Be my guest.” His mind goes back to just yesterday at how you were bothered by Brittany’s hostility. It would only be increased tenfold when she’s putting on a performance for the judge.

You’re fuming, hurling words like hand grenades. “After everything we’ve gone through, do you really think I’d take what she says to heart? What, is she gonna complain that you cheated, when she’s screwing half the town?”

Your candor awakens a rage within him. “You know what?” he seethes. “I give up. I spent most of my marriage trying to make my wife spend time with me, and that didn’t work. Now, I’m trying to make sure you have a life outside of our relationship, and that doesn’t work either.”

“I can handle myself!” You bite back. “I know what’s best for me; I’m not a child.”

“Barely.”

The one icy word has tears burning behind your eyes, but you refuse to let them show—it’d only give his insult traction. 

“Is that what you think this is, then?” you demand. “Poor, young girl just wants a big strong man to take care of her?”

Eddie looks like he’s about to tear out every last hair on his head. “No! Fuck, why do you keep twisting my words?” 

“I have to try and find some meaning behind them when you won’t tell me what you’re really thinking!”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie groans, rubbing his hands down his face. “You want to know what I’m really thinking? I’m thinking that before this moment I didn’t see you as some whiny brat who’s going to scream and stomp her foot when she doesn’t get her way.”

“And now?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

He sputters for a response. “Now I don’t know what to fucking think. You’re more mature than this—or so I thought. But it seems like now you’re having a goddamn tantrum.”

A tantrum. You’re trying to communicate how excluded you feel, and he reduces it to a tantrum. “I just don’t understand! Why don’t you want me with you?”

Eddie paces a few laps in front of you, his hands on his hips. “You want to know? You wanna know fucking why? Because I know the venom Brittany can spit when she’s not even trying to hurt someone. And when she puts her mind to it? The woman channels Satan himself.” He chuckles tersely, shaking his head as though he can’t believe he’s even entertaining this conversation. “I couldn’t give two shits what she says about me in that courtroom. But she’s going to be hurling her malice in your direction as well and there’s no way I can have you hearing that. She’s vicious and ruthless and I want to spare you from that. I don’t want you there with me that day, but it’s not because I don’t want you at my side, it’s because I want to shield you from that and her.” 

The rational explanation should calm your anger, but it only fans the flames further. 

“I get to make that decision for myself, Eddie. I am a grown ass woman and I get to decide what I can and cannot handle. You don’t get to make those choices for me and then call it protection. That’s not how this is going to work. And what about my fucking birthday, huh? Trying to ‘shield’ me from something there, too?”

Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to take a calming breath to steady himself—it doesn’t work all that well. “Sweetheart,” he starts, not missing the ice in your glare at his use of the pet name, “I just want you to go out and have a good time with your friends, okay? That’s all! It’s your 21st birthday, for Christ’s sake. You should be going from bar to bar with your friends, getting free shots and dancing and laughing the whole night. And you want to spend that night with me?” Eddie shakes his head incredulously. “We spend every night together right now.”

“But it’s not just an ordinary night,” you shoot back. “It’s my birthday and I should be allowed to say how I want to spend it.” 

Eddie is steadily moving from anger to exasperation. He takes a step closer to you and lays his hands on your shoulders, making sure you’re looking at him. 

“You are young. This is when you should be partying and drinking and all that shit with your friends.” He’s practically begging you to understand his perspective. “Not coming to some stuffy courtroom with a man who is going through a divorce and fighting for the custody of his kids.”

“But I choose this,” you say. “I choose you.” You jab your index finger into his chest. “I’m more than capable of making decisions for myself, Eddie. I don’t need you telling me what’s best for me. This is my life and I call the shots. And, for the love of God, can you please stop acting like you’re this ancient old man? I know I tease and call you old all the time but you’re thirty-fucking-two! You are young!”

“I just…” Eddie trails off with a sigh. When he speaks again, his voice is softer, though it’s still tinged with anger. “I just don’t want you to end up resenting me because you spent your early twenties being a shoulder for me to cry on when you should be exploring and enjoying life.”

“I am enjoying life, Eddie. With you!” you insist. “This is what I want. It’s my choice and you can’t take my autonomy away from me.” 

“And I would never want to,” Eddie says, voice slightly calmer. “I’m just trying to do what I think is best because I love you. That’s all.”

You drum your fingers on the counter, mimicking a heartbeat. “You don’t get to determine that, Eddie.”

Eddie sighs and rubs a hand over his forehead. “You’re right.” 

There’s a beat of silence before you say, “thank you.” Eddie simply nods in acknowledgment. “So, can I come to the courtroom?” you ask, the slightest bit of hope in your voice.

“I still don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart,” he admits with a sigh.

Heat rises in your body as your temper threatens to engulf you again. Not wanted, not needed. Disposable. Easily discarded.  

“And…what about my birthday?” You should shut up, stop asking questions, but you’re desperate for closure. 

Eddie sighs again. His eyes look anywhere but at you. “It’s your birthday. You make the call. I just…I wish you’d go out with your friends.”

“Would you come with me?”

“Princess,” Eddie says softly, and you already know his answer. “I’ll just be a downer. You don’t want me there.”

But you do. None of your words seem to break through that thick skull of his though. You were willing to compromise about going out as long as your boyfriend would come with you, but no. Eddie wants this to be an Eddie-less birthday for you for some reason.

“I think I should stay with the Harringtons for a bit,” he says finally, voice barely above a whisper. “I just…I need to think about things.”

Your bottom lip starts to tremble despite yourself. “Think about…us?”

“Yeah,” Eddie starts, backtracking immediately when he sees the panic in your eyes. “No, no, not like that.” He steps forward, as if to comfort you, but stops himself. “Just…about this.” Eddie gestures vaguely to the space around you. “I think we both need some time to calm down and think.”

You nod and wrap your arms around yourself. Part of you knows he’s right, but part of you wants him to stay here so you can work through it together. But it’s been a long day and it’s not the worst idea to have some time for yourself. “O-Okay,” you say in a shaky voice.

Eddie slips into your room and grabs the duffel bag he’s been living out of. “I’ll, uh, talk to you later,” Eddie says. Everything in him wants to lean in and kiss you—even just your cheek, but he restrains himself. 

“Okay,” you repeat, unable to conjure up a more eloquent response. 

Eddie picks his keys up off the counter and jingles them a few times between his fingers. He wants to speak but doesn’t know what there is to say, so he nods his head and walks out the front door. 

You listen as his footsteps disappear down the hall and once you can no longer hear them, the first sob leaves your lips as you slide down to sit on the kitchen floor and just cry. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #AYW #AYWS

[wingedquill]

@steddiemicrofic prompt for september! | "charm" wc 548 | rating: T | cw: (non-terminal) cancer

Steve sneaks out of his own party about two hours in.

It’s just…God, it’s overwhelming. His dad and Hopper are having some kinda macho mental breakdown in the corner, and his mom keeps pressing food into his hands, and the look on Robin’s face is just—it's joy, and pride, and fear, all directed at him, and he doesn't know what to do with it.

The whole room is heavy with his people's love for him, so strong he swears he could reach out and grab it. He'll go back in later and bathe in it, but for now, he retreats outside.

It's cold and drizzling, so of course Eddie's already there, sitting by the edge of the pool with his feet in the water. Steve pauses for a moment to just…stare at him, to take him in. The pool light wavers off his face, his freckle-dotted shoulders, the just-barely-long-enough-to-curl fuzz on his head. He looks beautiful.

He almost looks healthy.

 “Someday I’m gonna write about this,” Eddie says, as Steve kicks off his shoes and sits down next to him. “I’m gonna make us all incredibly smart, incredibly sexy action heroes who never lose, and I’m gonna twist the facts enough that Uncle Sam won’t tear my dick off, and I’m gonna make a million dollars on the film rights.”

“Yeah?” Steve snorts.

“Yeah. And I’m gonna make us vampires.”

Steve shivers, a raindrop slipping down the back of his neck and underneath his shirt. He leans into Eddie’s side, chasing his warmth.

“Vampires, huh?”

“It fits, right? Bats bite you, inject you with their weird bat venom, and your blood cells start mutating and multiplying faster than your body can keep up. Boom. Vampires.”

He winds his arm around Steve’s shoulders and pulls him closer, so close that Steve thinks he might fall right through Eddie’s skin and into his heart. It’s how they’ve gotten used to touching each other, these past six months.

Steve wonders if they’ll stop, eventually. If the fact that they have time now means they can stop holding each other like a breath.

He hopes they don’t.

“It’s a lot sexier than cancer,” Eddie says. “Isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Steve says. “But you can’t go into remission from vampirism.”

It’s the first time he’s said the word, and it feels a bit like champagne on his tongue. Bubbly and bright and fucking intoxicating.

“Guess you can’t,” Eddie concedes. He kicks a foot forward, sending a spray of water up to meet the rain. “God. Fuck. You’re in remission.”

“I’m in remission,” Steve says. “We’re in remission. We made it.”

Eddie sniffles. Turns and presses a kiss into the side of Steve’s head.

“I feel like I should give this back to you, now,” Steve says, fiddling with the guitar pick around his neck. Eddie had given it to him the day he’d gone into remission, almost two months ago. 

My lucky charm. It got me this far, he’d said, curling Steve’s fingers around it. It’ll bring you the rest of the way.

“Fuck, no,” Eddie laughs wetly. “Keep it. You need all the luck you can get.”

“What about you?” Steve asks.

“I don’t need it. I’ve got you, don’t I?”

“Yeah,” Steve whispers as the rain comes down harder. “You’ve got me.”

#steddiemicroficseptember #steddiemicrofic #steddie #stranger things fic #my writing

[love-hatred-stuff]

》 hey, hi~ here's a draft that I wrote instead of continuing other fics that I wanted to write, lmao I hate myself :')

》 Eddie Brock(Venom) x (f)Reader

⚠ a little warning; age gap (10y), daddy issues here we goooo, just a tiny bit spice and some sprinkle de dinkle ★angst★

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Eddie hadn't had sex in what felt like centuries. Actually just one or two years but who's counting when all he can do is use his hand and Venom mostly doesn't even let him finish. That monster doesn't give shit about it, he claims that Eddie wouldn't need it. He needs food and water but not a jerk off.

Well if he knew why he'd been going on it so much lately, maybe Venom would let him, but he's not ready to give that up yet. It's probably the only thing about Eddie, Venom hasn't completely figured out yet.

It was you. You were the reason he was slowly but surely losing the mind he shared with the compatible slimy alien inside of him.

•••

"Eddie thanks for checking, but I can manage." You told him on the other line of the phone.

Eddie just wanted to help you pack and carry your things since you were moving to another apartment. You've been able to get promoted again and now you were at the very top of the not even so small company you've been working at for about five years now. You could say you were pretty good at your job.

"I habe plenty of strong people here, helping me out. I don't even have to carry anything, I just decide were the furniture and boxes are getting placed. You don't need to worry, darling."

Eddie had a smirk dancing on his lips. You knew he could do everything they were doing, at least twice as fast.

"I should come over later then. I'll bring dinner." He suggested.

"Great idea. But don't let Venom choose take out again, please Eddie." Ugh the way you were saying his name made his brain go blank and suddenly Venom was hyperaware of what was going on.

"Promise. See ya." He immediately ended the call, leaving you a little confused. Ed could sense what Venom felt, just beneath the surface.

"Holy Shit!!!" Venom growled.

"You kidding me? She's the reason you've been going to the gym and eating healthy now? Why you've been completely desperate to stroke your dumbass dick?" Then he laughed. Finding it hilarious that Eddie was in love again. After his last woman, Anne, he'd been taking a while to open up again. Actually he didn't talk to any other woman besides you.

The thing was just, that you were ten years younger than him and he'd practically seen you grow up. Of course he never saw you the way he does now, back then. But it was quite bad how hard he had fallen for you in the last few months.

"I KNOW! She's too young for me. I'll keep my distance, okay? It wasn’t my intention to develop feelings." He tried defending himself.

"As if I cared, you nasty human. Get you dick wet if that's what you need." The symbiot snarled.

Eddie was surprised, to say the least.

"You're not gonna disturb us?" He asked in suspicion.

"Thought you wanted to keep your distance? Not anymore? Kidding. Do what you gotta do. Since you're my host I gotta let you have at least one thing."

"That'd be great." He smiled to himself.

"Now get your ass up at get her something nice, if you wanna get inside her pants."

"I don't wanna get inside her pants! Well- maybe a little, but I care about her more than that."

Eddie sensed, by Venom's silence, that he doesn't wanna get involved in his love life any further. Although he couldn't blame Eddie, you were gorgeous little human. A young one at that.

So he showered and grabbed his keys, so he could get dinner and some flowers. He was a little nervous buying these, because he knew that would be the first romantic move he's ever made on you. You probably only saw him as like an uncle or something, nothing more. Knowing his luck, he didn't even expect you to like him back.

He would know soon.

•••

Well, but who knew, he's gonna find himself underneath you instead?

Eddie was sitting on the couch, the only thing that wasn't completely packed with stuff and boxes. You were straddling him, taking his breath away with the way you moved your skilled tounge against his. He was a little hesitant though, barely touching your hips with his hands because he didn't know were to put them. He wanted so badly to grip your sides tight and push you closer against his crotch.

But he was unsure. Even though you clearly gave him all the signs that you wanted this, he felt like he was using you. Venom's earlier words spiralling in his mind; '-if you wanna get inside her pants.' No! He didn't! He wanted so much more than that. So it felt wrong to just jump you the moment you said you liked him back- well you didn't really say anything, you just smiled to yourself as you accepted his flowers and began to stalk towards him, until this moment, where you plastered him with marks and kisses.

Despite all those doubts, he felt heavenly, holding most of his sounds back, almost impossible. You were a woman with so many strengths, kissing and grinding being apparently one of them. Glad, he found out.

He only realised seconds later that you'd stopped and were looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Your worried look scratched at his heart instantly.

"Nothing." He lied.

He was a good liar. But you weren't buying it, you knew him well enough.

"You don't want this? You should've said so, Brock."

Ugh, another pang shooting through him stronger than he'd expected. The usage of his last name? Nah. You only did that when you were seconds away from switching your emotions. You were gonna tell him to piss off and stay away from you, until you forgave him, unless he would tell you the truth right f*cking now. He knew because he'd disappointed you once before. That was a complete different scenario, and now you felt personally attacked. He could feel it, even Venom could.

"No! I really really want this! Or else I wouldn't have told you what I did earlier. It's just, that it feels wrong touching you, with my hands."

Oh. No.

He just made it worse, didn't he? Judging by the way your face went blank, his speech definitely went sideways.

"Get lost." You were pointing to your door with your finger, giving him a stern look.

He felt like a little scared kid again, being scolded by his mom. Only ten times worse.

"What? No! I'm saying this because I'm so much older than you, y/n! I swear on my mother and the symbiot living inside of me that I've been craving you for the longest time now. I love you, god damn it! But I shouldn't and I know that, alright? But I can't help it. I'm sorry if I send you the wrong signals. I'm just worried that people will take you away from me, because of that." Eddie stood up and slowly walked towards you, trying to not make you even more uncomfortable than he already had.

You looked a little more relaxed now though.

"So you denied me because you feel a little perverted? God, Eddie you're not a grandpa and I'm a grown woman with a good life ahead of her. Do you think I would throw that away for a forbidden romance? You and I are perfectly okay to be with each other. Nothing's gonna happen, it's only ten years, Brock." Eddie flinched again at the end. Seemed like he had to soothe you a little more.

"Could you please stop addressing me with my last name, it scares me a little. I get it now. I'm sorry for worrying so much, sweetness." Eddie gently touched your cheek, caressing it and putting a strand of hair behind you ear.

"You have a lot of making up to do, you grandpa." You glanced up at him, allowing a tiny smile to dance on your cherry lips.

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To be continued...?

Love, love, love

~ love-hatred-stuff ♡

#eddie brock #eddie x reader #we are venom #marvel imagine #eddie brock x reader #daddy issues

[herstuf]

Spider-verse little theories/thoughts I had following seeing the movie:

The spider that bit miles might be dead but it’s been preserved which means it’s dna is still there which means earth-42 miles could still become a spider-man.

Hobie has been stealing tech since the beginning because he never trusts establishments and has his own happy little tech lair full of everything the band would need to fight Miguel

Miles wasn’t supposed to be a spider man so canon events don’t apply to him. Miguel knows this and is bitter about it and that is why he is SO angry at Miles specifically.

Miguel’s choice to take over another Miguel’s life is like fucked up for a lot of reasons but the most glaring one to me is did he sleep with that Miguel’s wife while pretending to be the Miguel that died? That is beyond fucked I don’t even have the words for it.

Earth-42 Miles had more tech than Uncle Aaron’s prowler. What if he is already aware of the multiverse/spider-verse but just hasn’t been able to get it going. Likely because that world doesn’t have a collider since there’s no Spider-Man to fight to lose Kingpin’s family over and create the series of events for it?

Alternatively he was bit, is a spider-man, but he lost his dad in the collider fight and it changed him differently from how it changed the other spidermen. (Not sold on this one but it did pop into my head)

Not totally a theory mostly just an observation: Earth-42 is older. By the grey and Uncle Aaron’s hair and the slightly more mature shape of that Miles’s face and height I believe it is at least 2-4 years ahead of our Miles’s time.

We also don’t know immediately that Prowler Miles is evil. The possibility of all the glitches and villains appearing in wrong universes means it could have happened in that universe. Means that he could have fought them. While he might not be a hero in the way we think of Spider-Man he could be more of an anti hero, such as Eddie Brock or even Batman.

Speaking of Eddie Brock: he’s now jumped to the MCU’s spider world, earth 616(?), and now The Spot has travelled to his. This connects them more and implies either that there will be a spider-man in Eddie’s universe, OR, that Venom himself counts as the Spider-Man of that universe, which then tosses Miguel’s Canon Events theories out of the water.

How many anomaly spider-peeps are there. Miguel is hung up on Mikes for being bitten by a spider from another universe and leaving that universe without one, but is he the only one? If every universe is creating colliders, exploring the multiverse, it stands to reason that The Spot exists as a scientist in other universes and could cause the same situation to happen. Miguel’s technology seems to imply he can see all in the multiverse but how can that be possible in a world of infinite universes? He must have missed something at some point.

If there were two Miguel’s there could be more. If we operate on the theory that each (large) decision has two paths then each time a “canon” character makes a choice another universe must be created where they made the opposite choice. If Miguel’s theory about canon events collapsing universes is unilaterally correct, then how many have collapsed before? How many are collapsing as they speak? How would they know?

In the comics Hobie is the prowler before thinking he killed spider-man, changing, and then becoming Spider-Man himself (I think, correct me if I’m remembering wrong because it has been years). As far as Miguel’s theories go does that make him an anomaly since there should only be one Spider-Man per universe, or is that the path his universe and others identical to Hobie’s are meant to take?

Please someone talk to me about this movie

#hobie brown #spider punk #spider verse #miles morales #across the spiderverse #miles molares #gwen stacy #Spider-Man #spider woman #miguel ohara #pavitr prabhakar #peter parker #peter b parker #into the spider verse #spiderverse

[singularattitudeofasafetypin]

Thicker Than Water

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Summary: Eddie loves Reader but Wayne isn't so sure about her. Anxious to gain good standing with her boyfriend's father figure, Reader sits Wayne down for a heart to heart.

Word Count: 1.3K ish

Warnings: references to a less than ideal childhood and bullying

A/N: Two posts in two days? What the heck? Don't get used to this, guys! I thought this was sweet, I hope you enjoy!

Please don't copy my work!

You weren’t afraid of what people thought. It wasn’t that.

Disappointed stares and judgemental whispers were just what came along with dating Eddie. You wished you could stop them, force your shallow minded neighbours to see him the way you did, but all their hatred and cruelty couldn’t make you swap him for the world. Nobody else’s opinion mattered… almost.

Uncle Wayne’s did.

From the moment Eddie had brought you home, something had felt odd between you. He wasn’t unkind. He didn’t outright dislike you, at least he was never anything less than civil. He wasn’t much more either. While he never publicly objected to you being around, he didn’t exactly welcome you with open arms.

It was understandable. You knew Eddie had been hurt before. Growing up branded the town freak could never have left anyone unscathed. Months it had taken for him to properly open up to you, even after you’d got together. You knew how hard it was for him to believe you really loved him. He needed constant reassurance that you were more than happy to provide.

It was deeper than that though. Deeper than exclusion and insults. Deeper than the disapproval of a town.

Eddie’s childhood had been less than desirable. You didn’t know the details and never pressed for more than he was willing to give. The fact he was living with Wayne instead of his parents said plenty. Venomous rumours and speculation circulated but you refused to listen. Eddie didn’t like to talk about it. That was enough.

Wayne had been Eddie’s everything as long as he could remember. Before the band, before Hellfire, before you. He saw everything. After all the unkindness and rejection Eddie faced daily, Wayne was the one who was there. He was the one to pick up the pieces, to glue him back together when they broke him over and over. You were an unknown entity. For all Wayne knew, you were just like the rest of them. Of course, he was protective!

He never said as much, at least never with you present. Secretly, you worried he might say something to Eddie. Something that might make him question, that might make him change his mind.

Eddie was the best thing that had ever happened to you. The idea of losing him, of him believing you loved him any less than you did was heart-breaking.

It had eaten you up inside for weeks on end. Wayne was the most important person to Eddie; they were a package deal. You desperately wanted him to like you.

So that’s how you ended up driving alone to the rickety old trailer on a drizzly, grey afternoon. Eddie was on a shift at the garage, giving you plenty of time to agonise over what exactly you were going to say.

A soft knock and a few anxious moments later, Wayne Munson answered the door. His face didn’t change when he saw you, if anything it fell a little. ‘Eddie ‘aint here!’ was all he said, ready to shut you out again.

‘I know,’ you hurried, ‘It’s actually you I came to see, Mr Munson! Do you have a moment?’

An expression of surprise flitted across his face, followed by confusion and mild annoyance. With a sigh, he stood back to let you pass.

A work bag was slung over the couch alongside Wayne’s jacket, his boots sat on the floor beside them. ‘I… can come back another time,’ you offered. He was obviously about to leave for work; you were inconveniencing him. But he just shook his head, muttering something about getting it over with now. Moving the bag, he gestured for you to sit.

You did, fiddling with your hands in your lap. Wayne sat next to you, waiting expectantly.

Taking a deep breath and swallowing, you spoke, ‘Mr Munson, I know you aren’t sure about me-.’

He could barely conceal a scoff. You hesitated and he realised his lapse of courtesy. Hanging his head, the same way his nephew did when he realised he’d overstepped, Wayne gave you space to continue.

‘I know Eddie’s been hurt… by a lot of people. People… people he was supposed to be able to trust.’ You trailed off, struggling to find the words you wanted. He didn’t say anything.

‘I know…’ you stammered, taking a breath, ‘I know I’ll never understand what the two of you have been through but-,’ the words caught as tears stung the corners of your eyes. ‘I swear, Mr Munson, all I want to do is love him!’

The vow hung in the silence. He didn’t speak. He stared at you but the expression in his eyes was unreadable. His gaze was unbroken, as though testing your sincerity. You couldn’t have known the tumult of emotions jostling through his mind. Astonishment, pride, and the tiniest hint of guilt.

‘I’m sorry,’ you mumbled eventually, blinking away tears, ‘You need to go to work, I won’t take up any more of your time!’

Feeling defeated and more than a little embarrassed, you got up and started toward the door.

‘Wait around!’

Your hand froze on the door knob. When you looked back, Wayne’s eyes had softened. He shrugged, pulling his boots on and tying the laces, ‘Our Eds’ll be home in a few hours. There’s left overs in the fridge, top shelf.’ He still hardly looked at you but something had changed. Shoving the last few things in his bag and slinging his jacket over his shoulder, he joined you by the door.

‘Is that… okay?’ his sudden hospitality took you by surprise.

He nodded, ‘You know where everything is, just lock the door behind me. There’s a spare key in the bowl,’ he pointed to the kitchen counter. ‘In fact,’ he paused, ‘You might as well hang onto it.’

At last, Wayne’s eyes found yours; the expression in them made your heart melt. It amazed you how he managed to say everything with only a few simple words. ‘Thank you.’ was all you could manage. Thank you for giving me a chance!

He nodded swiftly again, taking his leave and trusting you with the space he called home.

That night, Eddie came home to you cheerfully humming to yourself while reheating leftovers on the stove. He dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes and scooped his arms around you, startling you before kissing you silly. ‘What’s gotten you in such a good mood?’ he asked as you giggled, ‘What?’ no response, so he dug his fingers into your sides, tickling, ‘What aren’t you telling me?’

‘Nothing!’ you shrieked, ‘Nothing, I’m just happy!’

Your words warmed Eddie’s heart and he relented. Privately, he’d always been worried by the way your enthusiasm seemed to falter whenever you came over. It wasn’t much, imperceptible to anyone who didn’t know you inside and out. But Eddie did.

Seeing your elated smile, so perfectly reminiscent of domestic bliss, in the comfort of his own home made him happier than he could ever remember feeling.

‘Good!’

He kissed you again, this time slow and thoughtful, only stopping when the food threatened to spoil. Breaking away, he set out plates and cutlery while you finished off the meal. He could get used to this.

From then on, Wayne looked forward to seeing the two of you together. He noticed the way you made his nephew smile and laugh like it was second nature. It had been a while, he realised, since even he’d seen Eddie’s eyes light up like that.

After a while, he recognised it hadn’t been a mistake to put his trust in you and he made a point of letting his boy see his approval.

Almost every time you went home, he would catch Eddie’s shoulder and squeeze, ‘You did a good job with her son, don’t you ever let her go!’

‘I know, Dad,’ he would answer, ‘I won’t!’

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked this! Feedback and reblogs are hugely appreciated! I love reading people's thoughts on my work so much!

Tags: @sadbitchfangirl, @neewtmas

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#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x y/n #wayne munson x reader #eddie and wayne munson #wayne munson #eddie munson x female reader #amber writes

[ddejavvu]

Exterminator!Eddie on his first week of training with his uncle, comes to your house on his first sole job. And after thinking he got rid of all the snakes, you literally get bit. And he has to suck the venom out your bare skin, while you’re both panickedly freaking the fuck out, as he’s sucking at you. What a way to meet cute

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this ask is so special to me bc i am an avid fan of billy the exterminator and eddie is.. that. so. <3 also, a little psa for you all: every bit of research that i did on this method states that you should not suck the venom out of a snake bite because, of course, then there will be venom in your mouth. and you do not want venom in your mouth. snake venom is also apparently very fast-acting, so it does irreparable damage no matter how fast you get to suckin'. so bottom line. don't suck snake venom out of a bite. but for the sake of the silly little meet cute fanfiction, we're just going to pretend that it would work and it wouldn't kill eddie too <3

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Eddie's maybe not the best exterminator in the world. Hell, maybe he's not even a good one, seeing as your arm is bleeding, and the skin around it is already rashing up.

"Holy shit," He stomps the snake's head beneath his boot, not enough to kill it but enough to restrain it, "Oh- oh my god, holy shit, you're- okay! Okay, you're fine, it's gonna be fine."

"It hurts," You whimper, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes, "Like- like really bad, are these snakes poisonous?"

"Venomous," He mumbles, reflex from his extensive (read: one week long) training, "Uh, yeah. So..."

He's apparently an even worse problem solver than he is an exterminator. You finally let your tears flow, chest heaving with sobs, "Do something!"

"Yeah! Yeah, okay," He nods, reaching out to grab you by your good arm while keeping the toe of his boot firmly against the snake's head, "C'mere."

An extensive knowledge of adventure movies gives him the perfect solution: he'll suck the venom out.

"Uh," He doesn't quite know how to go about sucking on your arm, so he directs his wide-eyed, panicked gaze to your own one, riddled with despair, "I'm gonna suck it out, okay?"

"What?" You blubber, spit clogging between your teeth.

"I'm gonna suck it out," He repeats, smoothing his thumb over your wrist, "it's okay, honey. It'll be fine. You'll live."

Now that the snake is contained, albeit not well, he's starting to come down from the panic that inflated his lungs. He's not fantastic in a crisis, but his semi-soothing words seem to help minutely, if only to get you to offer your arm up to him.

"Okay," He hums, nervous, "So I'll just..."

His lips hit your arm and turn down into a grimace at the heated skin. You feel sick, and he purses his lips around your bloody bite.

Sucking snake venom out of an open wound is... less than pleasant. But he gets a flash through his mind, an image of himself, chunky boot restraining a killer snake, fantasty-style damsel in distress clutched in his arms as he sucks poison out of her body. The fearless fighter, rather than the shitty exterminator. He only feels slightly bad about transforming what's probably the scariest moment of your life into his fantasy sequence.

He's sure, though, that the scene doesn't look as badass to Wayne, who, after hearing no response from knocking at your front door, stepped inside to check on his nephew. He stops dead in the doorway, finding his boy... sucking on your arm? And a fat tear rolls down your cheek as Eddie rips his mouth away from your skin.

He spits, urgent and messy, right into your carpet. There's a list of questionable things Eddie has done while on duty today, and it's only growing longer with time. His glob of spit comes out tinged green, and he shudders thinking about residue left against the tissue of his cheeks. He needs water, now.

"Wayne," He catches sight of the man in the doorway, frozen still, "Snake bite. Call 911."

He leans down to grab the snake beneath his boot, fingers pinching its neck just like he's been taught. He keeps the thrashing creature at his side as he marches over to duck his head under your kitchen faucet, rinsing and spitting ten times just to get the taste of blood out of his mouth.

Your sniffling brings Wayne out of his shell-shocked trance, and he looks away from where Eddie is gulping down water, "Uh, the phone?"

"There," You raise a shaky arm, your non-bloody one, to point at a wall mounted phone, "Am I gonna be okay?"

"You'll live." Wayne grunts, squeezing your shoulder as he lumbers past you to the phone, "Don't stress, kiddo."

Neither of the Munson men are especially proficient in comforting words, you suppose. But Eddie stalks back across the house to stand beside you, brandishing the snake in his hand that you shy away from.

"If you want," Eddie pants, water dribbling down his cheek, "I'll fling him for you. Like, into the fuckin' sun. I'm so sorry, Y/N, I really thought they were gone."

"it's okay," You sniffle rubbing at your tear-stained cheek with your clean hand, "I did, too."

"Gimme that," Wayne scoffs, yanking the snake away from Eddie's iron grip and wrestling him into a bucket, lid punctured with breathing holes, "Don't torment her."

"I'm not! I said I'd fling it," Eddie huffs, free hands now reaching for your injured arm, "Are you okay? Like, besides the snake bite."

"Yeah," You breathe, lungs empty and full at the same time, "Uh it- it hurts. But I'll be okay?"

"For sure," Eddie nods, his curls flying beneath his bandana, "They've got antidotes. You'll probably be home again before dinner. And I'll do another sweep," He looks down, sheepish, "Just in case."

"Thank you," You whimper, the soft, warm touch of his fingers on your arm comforting, "Could you ride in the ambulance with me?"

His eyes go wide, "You want me to?"

"Please," You urge, "I'm scared. And you know about this stuff; about snake bites. I need someone who knows what they're saying to tell me I'm not gonna die."

"Yeah," Eddie nods, breathless, "Yeah, I'll ride with you. Oh! And, uh, you're not gonna die."

"Thanks," You break into a smile, although it's muddled by the tears in your eyes and the quake in your voice, "Y'know, you're a shit exterminator, but you seem like a nice guy."

Wayne doesn't give Eddie a chance to laugh at your quip, piping in with a snort, "Yeah, I don't think he'll be taking over the family business anytime soon."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson au #ddejavvu's multiverse mondays #multiverse mondays #exterminator!eddie

[fubureaders]

so perhaps i'm just still mentally catching up to everything but... the parallels are paralleling right now you guys (with spiderman and percy jackson)

okay so, main character energy, sarcastic, witty, love to annoy/piss off their enemies with witty banter and random teenage-ish actions...

peter benjamin parker and perseus "percy" (don't know if he has a middle name) jackson are the same person, different font

aunt may = sally jackson

mj = annabeth chase

ned leeds (from mcu) = grover underwood

gwen stacy, felicia hardy = rachel elizabeth dare, calypso, others (nico could even kinda fit here?)

eddie brock = luke castellan

venom symbiote = kronos

harry osborn (VERY loosely) = chris rodriguez

i only just caught onto this after reading a very good spidey fic by @indecisivemuch (timre wasn't on our side??? kronos you will pay for the tears i cried reading that fic i'm so serious). and specifically this one spidey!luke fic by @kestisvrse and... y'all i'm cooking here wait a minute!!!!!

the daddy issues for like... everybody, the powers coming on around the time of puberty, "great power and great responsibility" ok have you considered that i am a child and have a history essay due by 11:59, trying to do the right thing but being led astray by forces more powerful than you could imagine, fighting those powerful forces with all your might, nature versus nurture argument, the... does uncle rick know about this??? did y'all know about this???

P.S. -- I call dibs on writing the fanfic (perhaps a social media au??) on this. this might be the fic idea to finally end my hiatus

#fubu rambles #fic idea #fubu fandom #fubu readers #luke castellan #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell #percy pjo #percy series #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #walker scobell #spiderman #mcu spiderman #peter parker #aunt may #annabeth chase #grover underwood #chris rodriguez #leah sava jeffries #aryan simhadri #rachel elizabeth dare #ned leeds #michelle jones watson #mj watson #tom holland #zendaya #andrew alvarez

[lmtyl]

Eldritch fic recs for Halloween

"Nothing But The Dead And Dying (back in my little town)" by Umei_no_Mai

DPxDC

Dan Phantom redemption

Halfa Jason Todd

Jason Todd/Original Female Halfa

Ghostly = Eldritch

Completed

"Spooky Monochrome Vigilantes Gotta Stick Together" by ayjayar

DP x Venom

Eldritch Venom Symbiote

Heavy worldbuilding/lore

Eddie becomes Team Phantom's fun uncle

Incomplete

"Things That Bleed" by artistfingers, kkachis, PerfectlyInconspicuous

DP x Alex Rider x SCP Foundation

Danny is an escaped SCP

Alex is being haunted, and hunted

Instant friends just add trauma

Incomplete

"To Hear, To See, To Smile" by JUBE514 and SalParadiseLost

DC AU

Batfam

Bruce Wayne adopts eldritch children

Heavy worldbuilding/lore

I cried reading it

Completed

#fic rec #fanfic rec #dpxdc #danny phantom #venom #venom movie #dc comics #batfam #eldritch au #halloween

[ozzies-fizzy-froggy]

Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Love

summary: two of the bats’ fangs carried something other than venom. After an attack by a swarm of the Demobats, Eddie and Steve are acting… Different…

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warnings 18+: dom eddie, soft dom steve, steve x eddie x gn body inclusive reader, rough oral sex, p in v sex, light bondage, bossy eddie, double penetration, overstimulation, praise kink, oral sex, pussy drunk steve, unprotected sex, spit lube, aftercare, edging, they both cum in you :), but you're on the pill

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3,558 words, not proofread and my first fanfic, please leave suggestions! 💜

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You hadn’t realized just how much you had missed the small town of Hawkins. Being away for so long, you kind of forgot what it felt like to be in the “satanic panic” ridden town. It was almost exciting.

Being back in town to visit your Boyfriends after a long road trip was the perfect end to your dream adventure. The long drive had made the idea of crashing back home with your friends and family sound like absolute heaven.

You pull into the lot of Eddie’s RV and see no one in sight. You had assumed that at least Eddie would be home to greet you but apparently not. Stepping out of your car and closing the door, you lock the stubborn doors and head towards the slightly beat up trailer.

“Ed! You home?” You called, fully expecting to see the mop of brown curly hair pop up in the bedroom window or a faint voice to respond, but after a few seconds there was nothing. You looked around and didn’t even see the new hellfire van he had so proudly been boasting about.

You knock on the door and finally hear a sound, though it doesn’t sound like the long, heavy strides of Eddie or the quick, thoughtful strides of Steve. You listen closely and hear an approaching rustle from the inside of the trailer. You take a step back in precaution and wait, watching the door handle turn quickly.

“Surprise!” You gasp as the familiar faces of Robin and Nancy appear from inside the Munson trailer.

You smile and hug both of them, Nancy first then reaching behind her to hug Robin. You were surprised by the two but remembered that you had all agreed to share the space when you got back. After Uncle Vern had moved out of Hawkins, the trailer was Eddie’s property. Since then, the five of you had decided to become roommates.

“Oh it's so good to be back! I missed you two!” You said, Robin ruffling your hair as you walked inside.

Nancy grabbed your bags as you looked around. The trailer inside had practically transformed, fairy lights decorating the interior of the joint rooms, and a new wall was put in the middle of the trailer to create two rooms with the kitchen in the middle. The queen bed was crowded with pillows and some stuffed animals which were anniversary gifts between the couple.

“Your side is so cute!” You exclaimed, Robin sprawled on the bed, soaking in the new pleasant energy that covered the room.

“Thanks! We did it all today!” Nancy said with a smile, “Birdy did most of the heavy lifting” She winked at her partner.

Robin flexed her muscles, giving a joking kiss to the slightly toned arm. As Nancy took a seat next to Robin, the door burst open.

“What’s up party people?!” Eddie exclaimed, kicking the door open, “Wheeler, I didn’t know you drove a-”

The metalhead stopped mid-sentence as he laid eyes on you, his driven look twisted into the most excited smile you’d seen. You spread your arms, welcoming back the mop headed musician.

He dropped the two grocery bags he was holding and jumped into your arms. You both fell back, causing Robin and Nancy to jump up before you both went crashing onto the bed.

“I can’t believe you’re back!” He exclaimed, as he set a kiss on your left cheek and then your lips

Behind him in the doorway you saw Steve picking up the two grocery bags with a smile. He closed the door with his foot behind him and set the bags on the bed beside you and Eddie.

“Welcome home, y/n” He said with a grin, as he helped you and Eddie up. He grabbed both sides of your face and gave you a deep, longing kiss.

Your face illuminated with the sweet gesture that you wanted more of later. You hugged him tight, happy to finally be back home surrounded by your family.

Eddie sprung up quickly, interrupting your train of thought, he grabbed the bags from the bed and looked at each person in the room, excitedly.

“Who wants dinner?” He smirked, bouncing towards the kitchen. You watched as Robin and Nancy followed closely behind him.

You grabbed Steve’s hand, holding him close to you as you both followed the rest of the house towards the kitchen to cook.

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You all sat on Robin and Nancy’s bed as you took bites of the pasta that Eddie had successfully managed to scrape together this time.

Just as you were about to finish your food you heard the walkie-talkie on Nancy’s night stand fizzle and speak.

“Hey Fruity Five, Come in Fruity Five! We have a code red, over!” Dustin’s voice yelled over the speaker, causing the five of you to stop dead in your eating.

Nancy grabbed the walkie-talkie, “Where’s the code red, over?”

“Wheeler house! Code red at the Wheeler house! Get here Stat, over!” He sounded panicked.

You jumped up and grabbed your keys, nodding to the group, “We’re on our way now, Dustin! Just hold on, over!”

You all very quickly burst out of the trailer as you piled into your car. You floored it as soon as the engine fired up.

“You never have a slow day in the town of Hawkins, do you?” You muttered under your breath as you headed way above the speed limit towards the Wheeler household.

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You all spilled from the car and walked to the side door of the Wheeler house. As you all headed down the stairs, you noticed particles floating in the air. You had already felt the air around you grow stale but as soon as Eddie and Nancy saw the particles, the atmosphere felt suffocating.

“Finally! You’re here! Come on!” Will said as he appeared at the base of the stairs.

The group stood in the room, all eyes focused on the portal that had found its place nestled in Eleven’s old hideout.

“Why did you need us here? For that?” Steve asked, looking at Dustin with a raised brow, a sour look painted his face.

“Any time El tries to close it, something starts hissing and screaming. So we thought we’d call the best fighters in the group!” He said with a grin, a partial panic had tainted his expression.

Robin had Nancy sat down, Robin’s arms wrapped around the frozen body of her partner, “I don’t think Nance is doing any fighting..” She said, her tone laced with concern.

After the Vecna situation, anything related to the upside down sent Nancy into a spiral, even though every time she insisted that she would be fine. In the last year, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, and Steve had been dealing with random portals to the upside down opening.

Eddie and Steve nodded to each other as they each grabbed a baseball bat from the corner of the room. El looked at the two and took a deep breath as she extended her arm towards the portal and started to close it.

As soon as the portal started closing, a demobat wing slashed through the portal.

“Incoming!” Dustin yelled, causing Eddie and Steve to get into readied stances.

Two winged creatures burst through the portal at the same time, flying aggressively around the room. As one ran into different things, the other decided to dive bomb Steve.

“Die stupid bat!” Steve spat, swinging his baseball bat towards the demobat.

As he swung, the other bat regained its bearings and dove directly onto Steve’s back, sinking its teeth into his shoulder. Eddie knocked it off almost immediately and killed it.

“Fucking. Hell.” Steve swore through gritted teeth, “Eddie! Behind you!” He exclaimed immediately as a bat swooped down, biting Eddie’s arm before Steve grabbed it and killed it.

At that exact moment, El closed the portal, her nose bleeding. You rushed to Eddie and Steve looking over their wounds. Thankfully they weren’t bad but Robin brings over medical supplies to bandage them up.

“Never again, kid.” Eddie joked, his tone shaken but joking nonetheless.

Dustin hugged both Steve and Eddie first and then hugged you.

“Welcome back, y/n! We were going to throw you a surprise party but..” He gestured around the room, “Yknow..”

You ruffled his hair, “Thanks bud, never a rest in this town, huh?” You smiled softly at him.

"You're telling me." Max said from the top of the basement stairs with a grin.

She was sat in a wheelchair, one hand on the door handle, the other laid limp in her lap. After her last Vecna adventure she was left unable to walk, but thankfully her sight and speech were untouched.

"Hey, Madmax." You smiled up at the redhead, "Long time no see!"

You all made your way upstairs, some busted and bruised, but together nonetheless.

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On the way home, Nancy and Robin decided to have you drop them off at the The Hawk for the showing of My Neighbor Totoro to help calm Nancy's nerves. After you dropped them off, an unfamiliar silence fell over the car.

"We aren't too far from the trailer, we'll get you both home and rested in no time, alright?" You reassured your partners who appeared to be in some sort of daze.

Eddie nodded, sitting in the backseat with Steve slouched to lean on his shoulder. His eyes were locked on the rear view mirror, forcing eye contact whenever you looked back at them.

"Are you alright?" You asked hesitantly, not fully understanding why he was so fixated.

Your words seemed to have shaken him from his trance, "Oh, what? Me? Oh yeah, I'm alright. Just.. Could we roll down the windows? It's… hot in here." The last sentence had sounded more like a question than a statement as though he wasn't sure if he was correct or not.

You watched as he pushed Steve off of him and tugged at his own collar. Steve looked at him, sweat beaded on his forehead, but it wasn't hot. In the fall air it was actually fairly chilly, but you rolled the windows down anyways, much to both of their relief.

As you pulled into the driveway, Eddie and Steve both bolted inside. You got out, locked the car and followed after them, worried. As you entered, you saw that the door to your portion of the trailer was wide open.

"Hey!~" Eddie called from the room, his tone sounded different than the discomfort in the car.

You followed the sound of the voice to your room and as you rounded the corner you immediately felt your face flush.

Eddie and Steve were sitting there shirtless, Steve staring at Eddie. Eddie had his belt undone and was already hanging on for dear life on his hips. Your eyes had followed his torso to his happy trail, which caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach and lower.

"What's going on?" You asked, your voice made Steve turn towards you. The two sets of eyes made you feel like you were going to melt in place.

Eddie motioned for you to join the two of them on the bed and you happily obliged. You sat on the bed between them and felt the heat radiating from their bodies combined.

"I think that the bat's venom… did something to us, sweetheart." Eddie said, his hand fell onto your thigh almost immediately, his thumb rubbed in a slow pattern.

Steve's breath shook on your left, "It's really hot in here… you're really hot…" He practically whispered as he unzipped his pants.

Eddie's hand slipped under your shirt, running his hand over your chest. He kissed the side of your neck, letting his tongue slip between his lips to meet the skin at the crook of your neck. You felt tiny bites as he got more and more excited.

You watched Steve stand up, now completely naked in front of you, already hard. He looked at Eddie, his eyes almost asking for permission. Eddie glanced towards him and gave him a soft nod before resuming on marking your neck. Steve's gaze landed on you, a lustful drive clouded his usually smiling face. He approached you, his dick swayed as he walked.

"Please baby, help me with whatever those bats did to us.." He smirked, his words rolled from his mouth in a sultry tone.

You felt his hand on the back of your head, his firm grip raising the heat your body felt. You opened your mouth, your hot breath meeting his tip. You watched as his eyes rolled back and he jerked his hips forward in response, the ache for touch killing him. He pulled your head towards him, sliding his dick into your mouth.

Eddie smirked against your neck as you're pulled away to service Steve. Eddie moved his hand down, unzipping your pants and getting rid of them. He moved his hand back to your pussy, lightly letting his fingers explore your sensitive parts. Your legs twitched, feeling the butterflies drop down between your legs. You let out a moan, a vibration warming Steve.

"Fuck." Steve cursed under his breath.

Eddie looked up at Steve, a smirk on his face, "Come on big boy, is that all you've got? Our baby here deserves a proper welcome home, don't you think?" He cooed

Steve huffed as he pulled your head forward, forcing himself down your throat. His grunts and soft moans filled the room, a hungry insatiable drive caused him to practically hump your head.

As you pleased Steve you felt a sudden change in Eddie's breathing on your neck. You shift your gaze momentarily to the metalhead and see that he had his dick out. His eyes were locked on you and Steve as he slowly stroked his dick. He was already hard just at the sight of his partners.

Steve pulled out of your mouth, his dick twitched with his already close orgasm. He looked at Eddie, almost as though he was asking for approval. Eddie nodded to him as he stood up. The two of them stood in front of you, hard and inhumanely horny. Steve almost looked uncomfortable without your mouth around his dick. Suddenly, Eddie laid you down, your back touching the cool mattress in the steamy room. Eddie looked at Steve and motioned towards you, which sent Steve immediately between your legs. You felt his unnaturally hot breath tickling your clit. As you went to go grab the back of his head, Eddie stopped you.

He crawled up beside you, his lips meeting your ear, grabbing your hands and pushing them up above your head, "Tut tut, not so fast, angel… We may need to restrain you." He reached for his belt and cuffs, cuffing you and tying them to the bed, restraining your movement.

You felt Steve's tongue slip between his lips and lightly brush your clit which caused you to buck your hips in response. He looked up at Eddie who stared at him for a moment, tilting his head. Then as though he had given Steve a mental countdown he nodded and you felt Steve's mouth crash against your sex. It was a white flash of ecstasy as you felt him sucking on your clit, his tongue swirling around it. Quickly he moved down to your opening, shoving his tongue in as far as it would go, eating as though he was starved. Eddie watched, touching himself again, his dick twitching. You ground down on Steve's face, an overwhelming sense of pleasure flooding your body. You felt your back arch as Eddie's free hand explored your chest and made its way down, exploring any of your curves and dips.

"Oh, Steve…" You moaned, the feeling of the two boys on you overwhelming any and every part of your brain.

Steve pulled away, a string of your sex stretching from his tongue to your soaked pussy. He looked almost hypnotised, his breath causing his chest to heave with every lustful sigh. He kissed your clit before you watched Steve get up, his dick now waiting at your entrance. He had a possessive look in his eye, a hunger you had never seen from him. He slowly eased the tip in as a moan escaped from his mouth. Almost immediately you watch as Eddie stood up, towering over the brunette. He grabbed Steve's chin which made Steve pull out and move onto the bed. Eddie kneeled in front of you, replacing the empty space where Steve had been with his own tip. He let out a grunt as you feel his dick throbbing already.

"Steve." He said, his tone full of lust, "Be a good boy and watch for me, alright?"

Steve nodded, touching himself to the musician's voice. Suddenly, you felt Eddie spit down onto your combined heat. He grabbed your hips, shifting his gaze from Steve to you as he slowly started a rhythm. He started slow, introducing you to the feeling of his dick. He was roughly 8" but he was fairly thick, from multiple rounds in the past you had figured out that he was perfect.

You squirmed a bit, still confined to your binds that made it impossible to grip onto something. Eddie's pace picked up as though he was overpowered by some otherworldly being. You felt him burying himself deep inside you, the sounds from Steve making everyone aware of his jealousy. Eddie chuckled as he continued to plow his way into you, making sure to over-express the cloud nine he was on. Suddenly you arched your back, your moans filling the room and causing Steve to grunt, precum dripping from his tip. You felt as Eddie started hitting one spot deep inside that felt unexplainable.

"There's the ticket." He growled as he picked up the pace again, this time abusing this spot.

The sounds that came from your mouth had Steve clawing at the bed. The room felt like it was spinning, the pure ecstasy of him so deep inside of you made your moans fill the room.

"Eddie, I'm gonna..-" You moan to him, feeling yourself get more and more wet as he gets faster.

Eddie pulls out and cums on your stomach, his hips jerking forward with his climax. He lets out his held breath with a grunt as he finishes cumming.

"Not so fast, dearest." He cooed, moving to your side as your orgasm starts to dwindle.

He nodded his head to Steve who immediately hopped up, his dick wet with precum. He stood between your legs, his dick ready at your entrance, but he looked at Eddie for his command.

"Go on." Eddie smirked with a nod.

You felt Steve's hips thrust forward almost as though he was spring loaded. He enters you with no care for your sensitive pussy, only for his unsatisfied ravaging lust. As your moans filled the room, you feel him start to pick up the pace as he slammed into you with reckless abandon. Eddie leaned down to kiss you, this time kissing your lips before trailing hickies down your stomach and side.

You suddenly felt a rising heat in your abdomen, a wild spreading fire causing you to let out a moan that made Steve plunge into you. As Steve's grunts grew louder, Eddie lifted you up from underneath. He slid himself under you, his abs pressed against your back. He nodded to Steve as you feel Eddie enter you as well. The feeling of the two boys made the rising heat in you almost triple.

The two lust driven men drilled into you, their balls slapping against you as their pace never waved. You felt Eddie's hot breath tickling your neck again though this time it was mixed with growls and almost whimpers as he neared his second orgasm. You felt as Steve started to lose control, his pace became more strict, his breath became heaves as he helplessly fucked you with his full length.

"Eddie…" He whimpered, his orgasm sending his brain into a teetering spiral, "Please…"

"Do it, big boy." You heard the metalhead demand beneath you as he shoved himself in you deep.

Both of the boys came at the same time, both tensing. You heard harsh grunts as Eddie emptied his second load into you and to contrast, you heard Steve's little whimpers and moans as they spilled from his mouth. You moaned loudly as you tightened around the two dicks that filled you. Your back arched as the combined orgasm of the three of you caused you to feel as though you were breaking. You pulled against your binds as the orgasm rocked you, you felt as though every nerve was being electrocuted. The two boys huffed as they both bucked, releasing the last bit of their joined orgasm.

Steve collapsed onto you, panting as he kept himself hovered above the two of you, "Holy shit…"

Eddie's dick popped out of you as he slowly lifted you up. He cuddled you close, wrapping you three in a soft blanket. Steve moved under you, still having himself buried inside of you to cool down.

"Such a good pet.. You took us so well." Eddie cooed, "Welcome home."

"Welcome... Back... To you too.." You murmured as you buried your face in Steve's chest.

"Glad to be back." Steve responded with a soft smile, Eddie making a sound in agreement.

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[denim-devil]

jealous eddie😊❤️‍🔥

Reminder | E.M

Pairings — Eddie Munson x Male reader

Eddie can’t quite help himself, he couldn’t let you get away with it so he uses his vacant home for his needs, forcing you to do the same…

Warnings - Jealous!Eddie, Dom!Eddie/Sub!Male reader, wall sex, Anal, P in A, Doggy style, Nicknames such as “whore” “Angel” “slut” “baby boy”, I- skdkfjdkf

A/N - Idk what this is- but enjoy Eddie being jealous af skdkfjfjf.

Eddie wasn’t one to be overly possessive, but something about the school’s mean boy Jason grasping your arm…he couldn’t let it go, he didn’t want to.

The trailer had been vacant almost all week with Eddie’s uncle gone, but you both often returned when you wanted to fuck the living day lights out of each other.

Tonight was no different, although Eddie had some other motive, You swat at him, scowling as his grip tightens around your numb arm. Swallowing thickly you look up at the slightly older male, his long brown locks matted, his eyebrows furrowed, he looked angry…why?

You stumble through the dimly light caravan, Eddie dragging you along even against your will until you reached his room. Swiftly, he pushes you in giving him enough space to slot in beside you, twisting the lock which left you escape-less.

“E-Eds stop what’s gotten into you-“ your cut off by his lips connecting with your own harshly. His hands desperately searching your body, seeking leverage on your hips to hold you against his front.

Something was up, he’s been acting strange since you and Jason exchanged timetables so you were more focused on the project you both were assigned to, being study partners and all…something clicked.

You kissed back, your lips now moving in-sync with his own, matching the eagerness he ran with. As soon as you dared to pull away, Eddie’s hands shifted, travelling up to bury in your hair tugging on it.

You groan at the slight sting he created with his fingers, the metal of his rings digging into your scalp spurring you on, in this very moment you could feel heat travel up your neck, slowly leaking onto your face, a deep shade of red overtaking your normal tone.

“What’s gotten into me? Don’t play dumb baby boy, you know exactly what’s gotten into me” he articulated, his hands running through your hair forcing you to look him in the eyes, or what was left of the colour, they both seemed to of faded into a dull blackness…nothing but lust sat behind them.

“Oh really…I do…do I?” You smirked playfully pushing Eddie to tug harshly at your hair, even if you were trying to act subtle it really wasn’t working on him, infact, it what pushes him to take the lead. His hands grasp at your waist, twisting your body so you were laid flat against wall.

Now faced with nothing but mini rock posters on his wall, you lick at your lips when his hands begin unzipping you’re trousers, pushing them down easily until they pooled around your ankles, leaving you stark naked. He hovered over you as if to intimidate you but really, it was Eddie Munson, the King of D&D, he wasn’t scary at all, but sometimes…just like today, you weren’t sure what direction he was going to go in.

“You know better then that…you little slut, letting Jason touch you up like that-“ he whispered low in your ear, his words echoed around your mind a little before you came to a conclusion, all of this because of Jason? You giggled but you should really know better then to mess around when he was already riled up.

“Maybe you’ve forgotten…but your mine, got it?” Eddie spat with pure venom, Jason made his blood boil and to see him touch you, to see you allowing such thing, he had to show you just who exactly you belonged to, even over a mere touch.

Eddie’s ring covered fingers make quick work of his zipper and belt, pushing down the dark denim jeans just low enough for his full-mast cock to bounce upwards, standing at attention. You could feel it’s presence slot between your thighs once Eddie pushed his full weight onto your back, his lips attacking your neck.

Eddie was desperate to get inside of, he would be lying if he didn’t say fucking you silly was his favourite activity, every single time you feel into submission, feel into this role that had Eddie in total control and sometimes he needed that, to own you, to be in total control.

Your hands scrunch themselves in his brown locks, holding his open mouth to your neck, breathless moans travelling around the room, filling your ears just enough to make you join in.

Sinking his teeth into your supple skin made you flinch but for the most part had you wanting more. The tip of his cock sat damply underneath the cleft of your balls, prodding the sack as he rutted, using your thighs to get himself off.

“Your so- fuck, so needy for me Angel, he could never make you feel this good” you blush at his words, agreeing with him. It was the truth, nobody but Eddie could make you feel things especially like this, it’s like you had a dedicated switch, assigned to him, only he had the power to flick it on and off.

Your tongue was littered with his name, it’s all that seemed to leak out of your mouth unwarranted, under short little breaths, your thighs weren’t doing him justice, he needed to feel your warmth, and of course he still needed to teach that lesson, but with each coming minute it seemed to be forgettable.

His rings dug into your waist as he pushed the head past your entrance. You grasp at the arm securing you against him, fingers digging into his skin at the growing burn…he was just to damn big.

“Fuck- Ed’s please stop- it hurts” your voice resembled broken sobs, tears threatening your eyelids, ready to spill if he continued, which he did, watching your face twist with pain as he kept pushing, another inch sinking inside.

“It’s okay, I promise it’ll feel good baby boy” he ushered against your cheek, warm breathe fanning against your now damp skin, even that had you feeling suffocated, all of this because of Jason?

He kept pushing further until it he bottomed out, the stretch creating a new burn, something a tad more pleasurable, it was almost suffocating, you were about to pass out.

“Look at that…” Eddie pulled away from your arched figure to get a good look at your behind. He almost crumbled, his eyes focusing on the sight before him. His hips nestled into your ass, the base of his cock snug against your slightly gaped hole.

This was somewhat a reminder, that your hole belonged to him, that his cock was the only thing that could fuck you into next week, that Jason could never, ever be or make you feel this good and that in itself had you already pawing at his hips.

“Sh sh sh…” pulling out agonisingly slow, he watches the veins and ridges slip past the tight ring of muscle until he fully pulls out with an audible pop, something straight out of a fucking porno.

He slaps his length on each cheek, watching the skin ripple with a sultry smirk before aiming the bulbous tip at your hole, gliding in once more. He snaps forwards brutally landing a blow which pushes your body into the cold wall, a high-pitch whimper an indicator of pain.

Settling inside of you, Eddie’s calloused hands snake up your back until they wrap around your shoulders as some sort of leverage, this helping him keep you in place. The metal of his rings were a stark contrast with the sweatiness of his palms, they almost were cold, if it weren’t for your increasing warmth.

“Gonna keep quiet for me? Or are you gonna let the whole park hear just how fucking slutty you are?”

His words stuck with you, like bread n butter, your brain melting as he pulled backwards, slamming his hips into your ass once again, a loud slap-like sound drawing a sharp breath from your distorted figure.

You blubber like a whore as he set up a brutal pace, he was testing your limits, you could tell by his ragged breaths and sloppy thrusts, the way his balls freely hammered into your ass, this was no means a game, you were learning it the hard way, this all derived from Eddie’s jealousy and something about that had you craving more, just how far could he go?

#male reader #x male reader #eddie munson #stranger things 4 #smut #dom!eddie cause I’m dumb for him #like- #yall help me-

[thegoblinboy]

Oh my god, I’m like so stressed but of course I decide to start writing something else while In the midst of writing something else. 🙄 so have a bit of venom steve with spiderman eddie. Promise that Never Say Die will be updated tomorrow after I get out of school (:

Eddies fingers stuck to the ceiling, somehow holding his entire weight. Now, years later he was still confused as to how the hell a ceiling didn’t just collapse when he was crawling across it. There is no explanation for the things he can do. All he knows his that he can do them, and no matter what he’s going to bring Justice for his Uncle. The Harrington’s were the last stone that was left unpicked. The last clue to the mystery. If he didn’t find answers here then Wayne Munson’s death was going to be for nothing. And worst of all his Uncle wouldn’t receive Justice. So that’s how he finds himself crawling around Robert Harrington’s office. Waiting patiently for the older man to leave.

The man’s glasses were falling off his nose, but he was so concentrated on reading his papers that he doesn’t even notice. Whatever that was in those documents must be really important. Eddie moves closer to the window like doors that lead to the balcony. Of course the rich bastard had those. Slowly, and as silent as possible he drops down from the ceiling. Crouching on the carpet, hoping that he didn’t make a wrong move and alert the man. Which was why he hadn’t entered through the doors now behind him. Carefully, he crawls to one of the curtains. Using it as a cover, moving and standing behind it. Becoming one with the cloth. He felt stupid but he didn’t care.

His legs start to ache from standing for so long. Twenty minutes pass before anything exciting happens. Robert Harrington’s doors fling open the rest of the way. A loud crack from the wall, where the door knob created a reasonable hole in. There, stood the most beautiful boy Eddie has ever seen. Wearing a outdated polo and blue jeans. If he wasn’t currently on a mission, he would have fallen on his face from stupidity. He would be lying if he said there wasn’t a slight drool puddle forming in his mask. He knew he was gay, but this guy buried any doubt in his mind (which there was very little to begin with) into the ground.

His eyes have a fiery look to them. Like he was on a rampage of some sort. How a angel like him could possibly hurt a fly was beyond him.

“Stop drooling over Steve Fucking Harrington, Eddie. And focus on what they’re talking about. The suits not catching their voices dipshit.” Henderson’s voice startles Eddie back to his main purpose. If he could move, he would shut off his ear piece the other hand made him. Internally he’s already making note to swat the little shit upside the head when he got home.

Discreetly moving his hand, he subtly rolls one of the gadgets Dustin made him. Watching it roll under Robert Harrington’s desk. The mic catching their voices now. Though Eddie could hear them with the naked ear, Dustin could not.

“Father-” Steve Harrington’s voice is louder then what Eddie imagined it to be. Though he doesn’t understand why he was imagining it in the first place.

“Don’t talk to me like that young man. Remember who you’re talking to.” Mr. Harrington’s voice is in a low growl. Holding his authority the best he can. Though, like with his business the authority he once had over his son was slipping through his finger tips.

“Yeah- I’m talking to Robert Harrington. The biggest fraud of New York City.” Steve has a feral grin on his face. Eddie could barely see him through the curtain, his heart was racing as he’s sure he could see him if he glanced over at any second. “Now- Mom wanted me to tell you, that Dinners done. And that if you don’t go down to eat, she’s going to to cut your balls off.” Steve grins.

“Eddie there’s something off about him.” Dustin’s carefully mumbling into his ear now. “Look at his hands.” He points out.

Eddie listens almost immediately. Eyes flashing towards the others hands that now gripped the corners of his fathers desk. His veins didn’t look right. They looked black? And like they were crawling under his skin. Eddie wasn’t sure what was making his hands to look like that but there was something terribly wrong. He’s heard tales about the Harrington boy. About how he was the nicest one out of them. Now Eddie didn’t personally know him, but his gut was telling him that there was something off about this guy. Most likely he didn’t act like this way normally.

Robert Harrington stands up, jaw set tightly as he moves slamming the book that he was looking through. Moving and closing it in a drawer and locking it shut. Before he’s moving, walking out of the room without a word. Steve’s eyes immediately flicker to the curtain. A amused look on his face as he relaxes his shoulders a bit. “You know there are better hiding places in here.” He says calmly. Hands fidgeting a bit as his veins seem to start to crawl faster. Wrapping themselves around his hands.

Eddie doesn’t see the point in hiding anymore. He moves, walking carefully with his hands up in defense. Steve’s eyes never leave him. “What are you doing in my fathers study?”

“Looking for answers.” Eddie says simply. Sounding vague.

“Hm- mind sharing with the class?” Steve sasses. Crossing his arms over his chest. Hiding his hands, trying to control whatever that was currently happening to his body. Though Eddie could now see that the others veins on his neck were beginning to do the same thing. Moving up to his face, which was scrunching up in a pained expression.

“Eddie.” Dustin’s warns. Sounding a bit to anxious for Eddie’s liking.

“Um- Justice? Hey dude are you alright?” Eddie asks moving forward carefully. Not expecting the other to turn violent. Just as fast as the other entered the office, whatever black substance takes over his body. Reaching out and grabbing ahold of Eddie, before throwing him out the glass door.

Before he is forcefully removed from the others property though, he swears he catches a glimpse of panic and remorse written all over Steve Harrington’s face. Up until whatever that shit was, warps it’s self around his face. Creating a new one. One that he recognized from a few of his past crusades.

Venom

#spiderman eddie munson #venom steve harrington #eddie seemed a bit more spiderman coded #this venom is inspired by the venom from insomniacs venom #I’m so pumped for spiderman 2 #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steve harrington #bxb #steveharrington #steveddie #eddie stranger things #steve and eddie #like the enemies to lovers would totally slap #Steve learning to work with venom who is sassy as fuck #mood changes with Steve harrington #he’s becoming more assertive then passive #idk if I’ll write more for this

[herestheghost]

Miguel O'hara x Reader

I'm gonna wait for the movie before I write anything about what I've seen on the character, but hear me out about a thought I had.

Reader from a universe being venom after Eddie passes(there Uncle Ben/Aunt May story-Eddie was there mentor or someone the reader looked up to),and it surprises everybody but the reader and Miguel some how find comfort in each other. OR something that is just nice.

I don't know enough about him yet, so I'll wait to see the movie to go further.(Feel free to be inspired by this thought).

#Miguel O'hara x Reader #Miguel O'hara #into the spiderverse #character study #Man they made him hot #I hope he's not a bad guy #Oscar Issac #Osacr Issac voice actor #miles molares #spider gwen #multiverse #I hope he's a bad guy whose not really a bad guy #I am a fan of Oscar Issac's work okay