Eddie’s Girl

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✧MASTERLIST ✧

Updated as of 31/07/22 (work in progress)

Currently only writing for Eddie but we’ll see... 

Keys: 

❤️ - fluff

⭐ - smut

💀 - angst 

Eddie Munson 

Push Comes to Shove - Part 1  💀

You Shook me (Part 2 of Push Comes to Shove)  ⭐ 💀 ❤️

Calling On You 💀 ⭐ ❤️

Wild side ⭐️ ❤️ (dom!Eddie, coming soon)

Welcome to The Jungle  💀 ❤️  (new girl!Reader, coming soon)

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The Eddie Munson School of Hard Knocks™️

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JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON STRANGER THINGS | Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

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I could look at this man forever

[nostalgicbones]

eddie “big beautiful baby cow eyes” munson

[steddielations]

joseph quinn the moment he decided that eddie munson should wear a lot of rings:

[tennant-the-tigger]

Stray kitties

My response to this post (Here) But some people wanted trailer park stray cats instead of pigeons. I concur! 

More ST Art (x)  

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𝙬𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧

eddie munson x female!reader

word count: 7k words

summary: when you see something you weren’t supposed to jealously pays you a visit. eddie can’t believe what’s gotten into his usually quiet girlfriend, but he has no problem reminding you that he’s yours.

warnings: established relationship, shy/quiet reader (i say this rather loosely, its more of reader being embarrassed about being jealous), porn with a plot, heavy mentions of jealousy, eddie enjoying said jealously, teasing, smut, kissing, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), finger sucking, p in v sex, unprotected sex.

authors note: i had this idea a while ago and finally decided to bring it to life. it’s different from what i’ve written for eddie thus far but i hope it’s just as good. my editing job might not have been the greatest so i apologize. i really really hope you all like it, im very nervous about this one so yeah! take it easy on me!

You were unfamiliar with the feeling that had settled in your chest as you watched the scene in front of you. Your mouth was suddenly tainted with a bitter taste, like biting into a berry that was not yet ripe enough to enjoy. A taste that made your face scrunch up, swallowing thickly in hopes of getting the acrid flavour out of your mouth.

Your hands were clammy as you pushed down the fabric of your skirt, smoothing it out against your skin. You were unable to tear your eyes away, watching every movement from inside the classroom closely.

Eddie was sitting on top of one of the desks, his face was contorted in annoyance and pain. His mounds of hair sat low on the back of his head in a messy bun. A bun that was held together by a bright green scrunchie.

One section of hair was left out and it was currently in the hands of Chrissy Cunningham. She was carefully combing through it, a disgusted look on her face as she pulled out bits of what looked to be chewed up gum.

On one hand you were curious, wondering how the hell Eddie had managed to get gum in his hair. More importantly wondering who had been stupif enough to help get him in this situation.

On the other hand there was a burning sensation making its way through your body. A surge of mixed emotions, a monster inside you rearing its ugly head.

You were aware that jealousy was one of the many emotions that the human psyche was capable of. It was normal, a common thing people experienced but you couldn’t help but be utterly embarrassed that it was happening to you.

“Jesus!” Eddie yelped loudly, grabbing the back of his neck after his hair was tugged on rather harshly. Chrissy winced softly, muttering a string of apologies as she took the piece of hair back in her hands, working some water through it.

She was just helping him. You tried to rationalise, taking a deep breath as an attempt to calm your anxious state. Part of you felt ashamed for feeling how you did. You knew Eddie loved you and you didn’t need to worry about someone touching him innocently. Especially not Chrissy, the girl who sat beside you in English. She was painfully sweet and couldn’t harm a fly even if she wanted to.

It was when she placed a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly, your calm thoughts slipped away. The intrusive thoughts that were intertwined with jealousy and possessiveness returned like an evil whisper in your ear.

Did she need to touch him so much? You squinted in their direction, your jaw clenching ever so slightly. Eddie never let anyone touch his hair, it took him weeks to be fully comfortable with you touching it and here she was, running her fingers through it repeatedly.

You felt your face heating, your entire body tensing as he nodded his head, reaching over to tap her hand a few times.

You knew he was only thanking her, the whole situation was completely harmless but there was still a stabbing feeling pressing against your heart. You swallowed thickly as you tried to compose yourself, knowing you would never actually find it in you to enter the room.

You weren’t even supposed to be here yet. You thought to yourself, knowing you had only come to search for Eddie in a fit of excitement.

You had finally finished your article for the school's newspaper and wanted to let Eddie read it. Instead you were greeted by a sight that extinguished your excitement like a gust of wind to the flame of a candle.

As if the universe was listening to your pathetic cry for help, the bell rang signalling the end of the second period. You quickly turned on your heel, rushing to get out of the doorway before Eddie could see you. He could read you like a book and you weren’t quite ready to face what he would be like if he knew how you were feeling.

Eddie watched as you stood there in bewilderment, your face flustered as you nearly tripped on your own feet walking out of the room. He felt a bit guilty not seeing you sooner, wondering where you were going in such a hurry.

You sat through your third period, nervously tapping your foot the whole time. You could barely focus on what the teacher was saying, your mind replaying what you saw over and over. Anxiety found a home in the pit of your stomach, curling up there with no intentions of leaving.

You avoided Eddie at lunch, not even entering the cafeteria once the whole lunch period. You thought it would be better to just see him after school, hoping your feelings would subside by then.

The only problem with your plan was that it didn’t go unnoticed by Eddie. He was worried, staring at your empty seat next to him as he wondered where you were. You always ate lunch with them, he can’t remember the last time you didn’t.

Eddie didn’t like this, he couldn’t let go of the idea that something was wrong. He knew the only way to know for sure was by finding you and asking you what he did to make you not wanna see him.

As he stood and gathered his things the table of boys in front of him exchanged puzzled looks and whispers, wondering what had Eddie revved up today. He walked away from the table, pushing the doors of the cafeteria open as he began searching for you.

He walked down the hall where your locker was and he saw you standing behind the open metal door. He was smiling before he even got to you, happy to see that you were physically okay from what he could tell.

You were grabbing your notebook for your next class, a sigh leaving you as you put it into your bag. You were startled as you closed the door of the locker, not expecting to see your boyfriend standing there.

“You avoiding me, sweetheart?” He leaned his head on the locker beside yours, arms crossed over his chest.

He was handsome. There was no denying it no matter how upset you were. You had never seen him with his hair up like this, his bangs laying messily on his forehead, strands of hair flying out of the bun. It only made you burn with jealousy more, knowing that you weren’t the first person to see him like this. Knowing that you weren’t the one to put it up like this.

Your eyebrows knit across your forehead as you gently shake your head. “No, of course not.” Your voice was nerve filled, trembling in a barely noticeable way.

He mimics your movement and shakes his own head, “No? Are you sure?” His voice is smooth like honey as he quiets his voice slightly. “Didn’t see you at lunch.”

Shaking your head again you cross your own arms over your chest, looking down as you avoid his heavy gaze.

He looks up and down the hall before closing the space between you both, knowing you don’t like being too affectionate with other people around. Taking your hands in his he bends down, leaving you no choice but to look at him.

“You can tell me if I upset you.” He whispers, his brown irises stare into your own softly, glimmering with comfort. Eddie’s learnt to be patient with you, it wasn’t easy at first but he’s gotten used to letting you take your time when telling him things.

“You didn’t, Eddie.” You give him a small smile. “I was editing my article for the paper.” You lie, trying not to choke on your untruthful words.

You can tell by the look on his face he doesn’t believe you, looking at you through his thick eyelashes, his eyebrows pressed up as he presses his tongue against his top lip.

Letting out a soft sigh you give him a faint smile. “I came to show you during second period, but you seemed preoccupied.” Your voice came out more pointed than you intended it to, causing you to clear your throat in the hopes that Eddie didn’t notice.

But of course he did. He always notices.

Eddie bites his tongue in his mouth, eyes staring at you knowingly. Normally he would comfort you, apologise and hug you, kissing your forehead in the way he knows you love, the way that makes you melt into him.

But this wasn’t normal, not for you at least. You had been with Eddie for sometime now and yet he had never seen you get even a little bit jealous.

It wasn’t like he did it on purpose, he had no intentions of making you jealous when he got the sticky pink gum in his hair. He didn’t think anything good would come from it.

He had to admit he felt a bit guilty, the little angel on his shoulder reminding him that he should feel bad for you, he should feel bad for accidently making you jealous, for making you worry like that.

However, the little devil on his other shoulder made him feel far from bad. He didn’t feel that bad because the thought of you standing in that doorway flustered and angry that someone was touching him didn’t make him feel guilty, it made his cock strain against his pants.

Before he can open his mouth to speak you squeeze his hand and pull your bag higher on your shoulder. “I’ve gotta run.” You smile weakly. “I’ll come by after school.”

Eddie stood to his full height and kissed your temple as he watched you run off. He was bouncing with amusement and couldn’t wait for the day to be over.

When you arrived at Eddie’s, Wayne was pulling out of the gravel road and heading to work. You waved him goodbye as you walked up the steps to the front door of the trailer. Tapping on the screen door lightly you waited as Eddie came out to open it for you.

He smiled when he saw you, closing the door behind you. “You know you’re allowed to let yourself in, it’s just me here.”

He leans on the closed door, his black ‘Iron Maiden’ tee riding up to expose his happy trail slightly.

You bring your eyes back up to his, setting your bag down on the couch. “I don’t wanna be rude and it’s no big deal.” You mutter innocently, shrugging your shoulders.

“Right, my quiet girl doesn’t wanna be rude.” He playfully smirks, “That would be a big deal, maybe even the end of the world.” He waves his hands dramatically, deepening his voice before chuckling softly.

You nod in agreement, softly giggling at his dramatics. “How was your day?” Eddie mutters, heading looking over his shoulder for a moment before heading for his room.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you lean against the table that sits by his front door. When his back turns to you you’re met with the sight of the silk green fabric in his hair once again.

The fabric that you had somewhat managed to forget about.

“It was okay.” You called out softly, the sour look from before is back on your face, your fingers gripping the table behind you.

“Only okay?” He asked as he came out of his room, tossing his blanket onto the couch. You nod your head, looking at him intently before waving him towards you.

“Come here, please.” You request, standing up straighter.

Eddie smiled at your small ‘please’, always taken aback by your manners. When he comes to stand in front of you, you help him manoeuvre his body so his back is facing you.

“What happened?” You question as you pull the green scrunchie from his hair, throwing it somewhere on the kitchen counter. Eddie jerked his head back slightly, a small hiss leaving his lips, the tangles in his hair being pulled at.

“What’d you mean, sweetheart?” He asked, attempting to turn his head around but you pushed his face forward so he couldn’t.

“To your hair.” You reply softly, trying to hide the slightly annoyed tone in your voice. Gathering the stray hairs back into the bun, you smoothed it out the best you could.

Eddie knows what you’re getting at, he knows you know what happened but you want to hear him say it, you want him to confirm that what you say was real.

“Got some gum in my hair sometime during class, pretty sure it was stuck to the damn chair I was sitting on.” He tells you, listening as you hum in acknowledgement.

“Chrissy saw it and put my hair up, tried to get as much of it out as she could.” He noticed the way you tugged on his hair harder, a small ‘sorry’ falling from your lips.

You took a small hair band from your own pocket, tying it around the thick bun and securing it to the back of his head. You ran your hands along his shoulder before leaning back and sitting on the small table behind you.

Eddie’s lips curled up into an almost arrogant grin, he tried his best to wipe it off his face before turning to you.

He was met with the sight of you wearing a bashful look, like you had been slapped on the hand for doing something you weren't supposed to.

“Is that what this is about?” He whispers, looking down at you with a tilted head.

Crossing his arms over his chest he smiles softly at you, trying to find it in himself to be patient with you and to not accidentally make you upset.

“What are you talking about?” You decide to play coy, shrugging your shoulders, your eyes finding the ground a lot more interesting than it was a moment ago. There’s a soft weight seated on your chest and you can’t quite make out what it is.

“How did you know something was wrong with my hair?” He tests the waters, now being the one wanting to hear you admit to it.

“I was talking about your hair being up.” You conceal, playing with the end of your skirt in a poor attempt to make it seem like you had a reason to look down.

“I saw you.” He admits, “Second period. When Chrissy was helping me.”

He says, “I saw you standing there for god knows how long.” He raised his eyebrows at you before moving closer.

When you first entered the trailer you would have said it was a touch too cold, that the AC might have been on too high. Now you would argue it wasn’t working at all, the space around you suddenly becoming warm, making it harder to breathe.

He nudged your legs open with his knee, moving to stand between them. He brought a hand to your face, the tip of his knuckle brushing against your jaw before pushing your head up to look at him.

His touch was comforting, but you were still burning with embarrassment, knowing what was about to come.

You take a deep breath before slouching, looking at him with a pout. “Eddie..”

He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head, “Don’t look at me like that, babe.” He moves his face closer to yours.

“Tell me the truth, tell me what’s got my girl all worked up.” The mocking tone in his voice makes your stomach burn with excitement.

Your eyes close as he moves his hands to your upper arms, rubbing them comfortingly. Your hands are playing with the edge of his shirt, pulling at a loose thread.

“It’s stupid.” You say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s not stupid.” He replies, still unable to wipe the smile from his face. “It’s..kinda cute.”

“Being jealous is cute to you?” You deadpan, eyes opening hesitantly just in time to watch him laugh again.

“So you are jealous then?” He teases, earning an annoyed sigh from you. Your pout is stained to your face now, voice whiny as you look up at him.

“I was coming to show you the paper.” You say, talking faster than usual.

“But when I got there Chrissy was helping you with your hair and, and I just stood there staring at the two of you and I couldn’t look away.”

You were rambling now, admitting to everything all at once. Eddie was beyond entertained, his eyes watching you closely as you ranted. He really thought you were cute now, an interaction worth a few minutes leaving you so flustered.

“You never let anyone touch your hair, let alone put it up and-“ You’re struck by the way your boyfriend looks right now.

Standing between your legs, nodding along with what you’re saying. He’s wearing a dark look, teasing you with his eyes as he watches you stop. He’s turned on.

“And?” He teases, he brings your hands to his lips, kissing them softly. He kisses each knuckle before flipping them over, gently running his plump lips along your palm.

“A-and.” You stammer, watching as he brings his eyes up to yours, lips still pressing into your skin. Your eyes feel heavy as you watch him, head becoming cloudy and before you know it you blurt out loudly.

“You’re mine, Eddie!” Your face burns hot again, that weight in your chest makes you feel like you’re drowning. Eddie smiles against the skin of your hand, nodding his head as he kisses the tips of your fingers.

“I’m yours.” He confirms, moving to the next finger.

“You’re right, sweetheart.” He hums, “I’m yours and no one else should be able to touch me, is that it?” His pupils grow as he looks at you, you can barely see the brown in his eyes anymore.

You swallow as you slowly nod your head, your confidence growing at his words. Eddie drags the tip of your pointer finger along his lips.

“Need to remind you, don’t I?” He says lowly, letting you take control as you pull down on his bottom lip gently, watching it fall back in place as you let it go.

When you nod, Eddie’s lips curl up into an implying smirk. His thick fingers wrap around your wrist, bringing your hand back to his mouth.

He takes your pointer finger between his lips, sucking on it slowly. You feel his soft tongue drag along your digit, his teeth then going to graze over the same spot. He repeats the motion a few times, not tearing his eyes from yours.

Your breath gets caught in your throat, choking you as if someone had their hand tightly wrapped around your throat. You feel yourself growing wet, small bursts of excitement running from your stomach down to your core.

Your finger is glistening when Eddie removes it from his mouth, leaning over so his mouth is beside your ear.

“I would never be this sweet on anyone but you, baby.” He practically moans, his hot whisper travelling down your spine, leaving tingles in its wake.

“Such a pretty girl…always so sweet, so gentle.” He presses a kiss under your ear. “And I belong to you, I’ve belonged to you since the day I saw you.”

His laugh makes you moan, you don’t mean to but you can help when the soft sound leaves your chest. “Got me wrapped around your finger, Y/n.”

His lips move down, warm kisses being dragged along your neck. “It is cute.” He murmurs between kisses, “You being jealous, all flustered cause someone else was touching what’s yours.” He kisses to the other side of your face, lips trailing up to your other ear.

Leaning into your other ear he hushes his voice, “Had no idea my quiet girl was so greedy, sweetheart.”

He knows what he’s doing. He loves teasing you like this and you knew he would get a kick out of your jealousy. You knew he’d be bursting at the seams to taunt you with this new found information, to make you squirm and whine for him.

“Is that it?” He asks, pulling away from your ear to look into your eyes again. “You don’t like sharing what’s yours?”

You shake your head as you look at him, moving your hands up to hold his face. “I don’t wanna share.” You whisper, brushing his bangs back.

His smile is the most stunning thing you had ever seen. His pretty teeth peaked out as it grew, little wrinkles forming around his eyes.

An outsider looking in wouldn’t expect Eddie to have such a pretty smile, but behind the dark clothes and the metal music there was a smile that was like a ray of sunshine beaming through the window of a dark room. It was all yours to enjoy.

“You don’t have to share.” He says matter of factly, shrugging his shoulders. “I love being yours, Y/n.”

You pull his face towards you, kissing him feverishly. Eddie tastes faintly of cigarettes, a taste you have grown to love, a taste that is completely and undeniably, Eddie. The kiss is one filled with passion, it’s hungry yet filled with love, it’s needy but you both take your time with it wanting to feel each other.

Pulling away from him your chest heaves, pushing his face up as you kiss down his neck. You feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows, a silent encouragement for you to kiss the skin there harder.

You suck on the skin that covers the hard spot harshly, your teeth sliding against it as you purposely try to leave a bruise on his skin.

“Jesus Christ, babe.” Eddie groans, his hands make their way to your bare thighs, pushing up underneath your skirt. Feeling satisfied with yourself you let go of his skin, kissing the area where his skin is now bright red.

He chuckles as he looks back down at you again, “Did you just mark me?” He asks, voice laced with that teasing tone again.

You nod your head, biting your lip before you smile widely, “Mine.” You whisper.

“Yours.” He confirms, his voice a soft whisper.

“Show me, Eddie.” You nearly whimper, “Please.”

Eddie couldn’t fathom how perfect you are. He never saw himself ending up with someone so sweet, so beautiful, he was never that lucky.

Yet here you were, sitting beneath him looking up at him with those eyes that made him melt, giving into you with the slightest gaze into them.

“Here you go with those manners again.” He says, “Always a good girl, huh?”

You moan again, it’s whiny and loud this time. You’re growing impatient and just want his hands on you.

As always, he knows.

Eddie hooks his hands under your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the small table. He pushes your skirt up to your waist, letting the material scrunch up there before pulling your panties down with two fingers.

“These are pretty.” He hums, “Might have to hold onto them for a while.” He looks at the pink cotton before subtly sliding them into the pocket of his jeans, causing you to giggle and let out a soft ‘mhm’.

Your eyes widen as you watch Eddie slowly bend down until he’s kneeling in front of you. You tilt your head down further, watching him closely.

You had never seen him this eager, kneeling in front of you, his eyes focused on your cunt like it was the most interesting thing he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

He opens your thighs further, planting kisses on the doughy skin. His fingers dig into your flesh deeply, squeezing it as his lips get closer and closer to where you want him.

Eddie coos as he pulls your pussy apart, seeing your slick glisten near your entrance. He licks his lips before looking back up at you with gentle eyes, a silent way of making sure this was still okay with you. You don’t say anything, opting to place your hand over his hand, the one that holds your leg open.

He places a chaste kiss on your clit, letting you feel his warmth against you. You push into him when you feel his tongue dragging from your entrance back up to where he left that first kiss. Eddie can’t help but moan against you, the taste of your sweet nectar never failing to drive him to the edge, making him need more.

He repeats his motion a few times, spreading your slick and his spit all over your throbbing cunt. His licks come to a stop as he turns his focus to the sensitive skin of your clit. He sucks it softly, in the way he knows you love. Repeated little motions, his tongue gently pushing into your wet skin.

Your hand finds his hair, pushing your fingers through the tied back mane to pull his head closer to you. Your hips begin pushing into his face involuntarily, chasing after more pleasure, not that it can get much better than this.

“Eds..” Your breathy whimpers are music to his ears, causing him to hum around your sensitive bud. The vibrations only adding to your pleasure. He laps his skilled tongue through your folds again, going back and forth between motions.

Eddie is good at making you cum like this. Maybe it was all the practice you’ve let him have, his only incentive was being able to hear you like this. Letting out breathless moans, whimpering uncontrollably as his name leaves your mouth like a prayer. He loved the feeling of you cumming on his tongue, trusting him enough to witness this intimate act up close.

Your tiny hole is clenching around nothing, Eddie can feel your body twitching into him and his only focus is on keeping his rhythm. You're holding his head in place now, your hips found a steady pace to push into him long ago. You feel the buildup coming to a near end, your eyes screwing shut as you chase it.

Your core is burning hot, feeling like it’s on fire but nearly about to explode. Your moans are consistent now, a repeated whimper leaving your lips.

“Shit, Eddie.” You’re nearly breathless, fingers gripping the table for dear life. “R-right there.”

Eddie squeezes your thigh, a silent sign of encouragement, one that your boyfriend knows you need in order to obtain the reward you so badly deserve. Especially after the day you had.

Your head grows foggy as your orgasm blooms, exploding in the depths of your stomach and taking over the rest of your body. Your body shakes with pleasure, one final scream of pleasure leaving your chest as your grip on Eddie’s head loosens completely.

He helps you ride the wave, his actions coming to a stop slowly. He moves to kiss your thighs again, soft kisses being peppered along as he mutters soft praises. You tap his hand a few times, a plea for him to come up to you, and so he does.

His thick palms still rubbing your legs soothingly as he stands, smiling at the sight of the lazy smile on your face.

“Look so pretty right now, sweetheart.” He smiles, bringing his head down, he kisses you, his lips taste of you now, another mark you’ve left on him momentarily.

You pull away from him, pushing on his chest as you wrap your legs around his middle. Your arms do the same, wrapping around his neck as you whisper. “Can you sit on the couch? Please, Eds.”

Eddie doesn’t waste a second, lifting you up and taking a few steps to the couch. He slowly sits down while still holding you, not wanting to hurt you by accident.

“Can we take this off?” He asks, fingers already holding the hem of your shirt. You nod eagerly, putting your arms up to help him.

He throws your shirt somewhere, hands moving to rub across your tummy and up your waist. The coolness of his rings gives you goosebumps, the sensation was nice but unexpected.

“Yours.” You say, biting your lip as you watch him remove his own shirt. Eddie’s pale skin is littered with small splotches of black ink, the sight of them never failing to make your lips fall apart is delight. Your fingers come up to trace the one near his shoulder, delicate fingers running over it.

Eddie’s hands go back to your waist, massaging your hips as he lets you admire him. “Was thinkin’ of getting a few more soon.” He mutters, not missing how your eyes look up at him, eyebrows raised with what he makes out to be excitement.

“Don’t tell me anymore.” You smile, running your fingers along the bats that fly upon his skin. “I want it to be a surprise.”

He pulls you into him further, a smile tugging at his pink lips. “Okay, babe.” His hands pressed into the small of your back, “But you can’t be mad if you hate them. They might be a little-”

You cut him off by grabbing his face, an attempt to bring his rambling to an end. You loved hearing him get excited, listening to Eddie talk was one of your favourite things but right now it wasn’t what you needed.

You needed him inside you, needed to feel him stretching you out as you sank further and further on him.

“Eddie.” You say sweetly, “I wanna ride you.” You confess, face heating at the sound of your words rolling off your tongue. “Is that okay?”

The noise that leaves him is a borderline growl, his hands coming to rest on top of yours on his face. “I’m yours, remember?” His eyes are dark again, studying you. “Take what you want from me, baby.”

You playfully push his chest, prompting him to lay back on the couch and so he does. He puts an arm up on the back of the couch, watching you as you begin to unbuckle the metal belt clip that adorns his hips.

Finally getting the buckle unclipped you unbutton his jeans. Eddie lifts his hips, his hands coming back down to help you pull the rough fabric down just enough for you to get his cock out. You take the time to take your bra off, letting it fall to the ground under you.

You can see his cock pressed against his boxers, the sight of the outline of his hard shaft making you whimper with excitement. Pulling his boxers down you take his cock into your hand, there's a few drops of precum oozing from his red tip. You rub your thumb over it, spreading the milky liquid all over.

Stroking his cock you kneel further into the couch, hovering over him. Eddie brings his hand to your hips, helping you remain steady. You press his cock into your entrance, taking in a shaky breath as you slowly sink down onto it.

Your gummy walls accommodate his size, stretching around his girth with a dull ache. Your mouth hangs open, the burning sensation dissipating more and more as you slide down further.

Small whimpers leave your mouth as you sink down on him, they are whiny but soft. Eddie hisses as you slide down further, his head thrown back more than before as he feels your tight walls wrap around him snuggly.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He groans once you’re fully seated on him, your palms pressing on his bare chest.

Eddie loves this more than he thought he would. You’re just about as close as you can be, your two bodies connecting so deeply it fogs his vision.

You take a moment, staring into his chocolate eyes as you let the burning fade away completely. Eddie doesn’t rush you, he never rushes you. Giving you all the time you need to get used to his size. He’s in no hurry anyway, he’d stay like this forever it it meant getting to be inside you.

He rubs your hips soothingly, small whispers of praise pouring out of him. “There you go, baby. So beautiful with my cock in you.”

You whine in agreement, your hips beginning to move against his. You only grind at first, enjoying the way Eddie’s length sits inside you. His neatly trimmed curls brush against your clit teasingly, making you push against them harder.

Your slick has spread all around your thighs, the sticky feeling becoming apparent as you lean into Eddie. Your pussy slides up his length slowly before you push back down on it again. It takes you a moment to find a good pace, but once you do you stick with it, steadily bouncing on him.

“Good girl, that’s it.” He moans as he hears the wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down on him.

Eddie’s eyes are trained on where your bodies connect, focusing on the sight of his cock disappearing into your warm walls. He loved watching your pretty cunt open up for him, your lips wrapping around him with ease, like he was made to be inside you.

“You’re so deep.” You moan, your hands moving up to grip his shoulders. There are tears brimming your eyes, you're not in pain rather overloaded with pleasure.

“I know, baby. You’re taking me so so well. ” He coos gently, his nails raking down your back.

Eddie discovered long ago you like when he scratches you like this, his nails digging into your skin showing you how good you feel around him.

You forgot why you were jealous in the first place.

With his cock filling you to the brim, his hands all over your body. The only noises in the room were moans and whines of pleasure followed by the dirty sounding squelches of your pussy.

There was no need to be jealous when you got to have him like this, all to yourself.

Eddie slides down the couch slightly, pulling you closer to him as he decides to take control. Your breasts press to his bare chest, your skin moulding together as Eddie begins slamming his hips up into you. The sounds of skin slapping together fills the room, a sinful mewl pours from deep within you as you push your head into his neck.

“You’re all mine too, sweetheart. Don’t you forget that.” He groans into your ear, his knuckles have gone white as he grips your ass firmly.

You’re both turning into sloppy messes, sweat dripping down your bodies as he continues to plough into you with all that he can. This is what you both wanted. It’s what you both needed. To show one another you belong to them, through and through.

No one else could ever fill the spot in Eddie’s heart that you had created. Eddie needed you constantly, he craved you every second of every day and he hoped that this would make that clear to you. You were all he ever wanted, and all he would ever need.

Your second orgasm begins forming out of nowhere, it creeps up on you through all the intense pleasure you were feeling. Your nerves were on fire, body growing weak as all your energy was being put into pushing your hips into him. You were growing hazy, a brain fog taking over as Eddie filled your every sense.

“Eddie, I love you.” You whimper, lifting your head to hold his face again.

There’s a nearly fucked out grin on your face. A vulnerable state taking you over as you pour your heart out to the handsome man below you.

Your heart flutters as he reaches one hand up for a moment, rubbing your cheek with a few soft strokes.

“I love you too, baby.” He smiles, a groan leaving him as he feels your walls clench around him.

He moves that same hand down to rub slow circles on your bundle of nerves, helping you reach that high he so desperately wants you too. You’re both chasing the same thing, no one has to say it aloud for you to both know it. You both want to cum together, want to be vulnerable together because as Eddie once said, ‘It doesn’t get much better than that.’

The dull ache in your tummy becomes unbearable, your nails scratch down his chest as a pathetic moan exits you.

“I know, Sweetheart. I know.” He comforts you, letting you feel the sensitive drag of his cock inside you a few more times.

Your brush some hairs that escaped the bun from his sticky face, feeling the twitch of his cock slightly as his thrusts grow sloppy. He’s close, you know from the strangled groans he’s letting out that he needs to cum.

“Show me that you’re mine.” You whine, “Wanna cum with you, need you to fill me up, Eddie.” Your voice breaks at the end of your plea, Eddie grips onto you as tight as he can.

“Gonna give it to you, all of it, baby.” Eddie groans. “Have your tight cunt so full of me.”

There’s only a few more thrusts before you feel the coil in your stomach snapping. White hot pleasure pulses through you, your body falling on his weakly as your tight muscles clench around him completely.

Eddie gives you one final hard thrust before he’s gone rigid, coming undone underneath you. He paints your walls with his seed, your cunt draining everything he had left in him.

Repeated noises leave him as he pulls you close to him, whiny moans, repeated whispers of your name as his chest heaves up and down.

You remain like that for a moment, until the world slows down again and you both catch your breath.

Eddie rubs your back soothingly, whispering sweet nothings to you as you rest on him. Your thighs ache and you don’t think you’re gonna be able to stand, feeling small vibrations in your legs.

You groan softly as you sit up, looking down at Eddie. You’re about to attempt and get up but he grabs you.

“Let me help, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” He mutters, aiding you as you wince, pulling his cock out of you. He sighs as you do, his cock twitching at the movement from being so sensitive.

He places you beside him, pulling your legs over his bare lap. He traces his fingers along your calves, rubbing your skin over and over.

You watch him intently, taking in these few moments of peace. Nothing else matters right now, it’s just you and him soaking up eachothers company.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asks, tilting his head to look at you. You nod weakly, letting out a quiet giggle.

“Your hair looks good like that.” You whisper, admiring him once more. “Makes you look really pretty.”

There's a soft pink creeping up on his cheeks as he reaches to feel the bun on his head. “It’s comfortable, hairs not in my face so much.”

“You’ll have to let me do it for you more often.” You say, resting your head on the rough material of the seat. Eddie laughs, slapping your thigh playfully.

“Only you, I know.” He whispers, pulling you closer before kissing your lips a few times.

“Hey.” You pout, “Remember how you got jealous when you saw Steve cleaning my hand when I cut it?”

Eddie makes a puzzled face, bringing his head back.

“Me? Jealous of Harrington?” He scoffs dramatically, “That sounds unlikely.”

You roll your eyes and tug on his arm, “If I remember correctly you took off all the bandages when we got home and put new ones on yourself.”

He shakes his head, “You got it all wrong, babe.” He defends, “I had to kiss your cut better, otherwise it wouldn’t have healed properly.” He brings the spot with the small scar to his mouth, kissing it again.

“Had nothing to do with Harrington.”

You shake your head and laugh loudly, making him grin widely. You were content like this, happy even. You knew Eddie was only yours to love.

But a little jealously never hurt anyone, right?

[tennant-the-tigger]

Sunshine Protector

Dustin with his Dads. 

I had to put sunnies on them to make them look intimidating 

More ST Art (x)  

[vivalski]

Drunk! Eddie 🍺🥴

Robin version

[nicostiel]

Stranger Things 4 + Relatable Text Posts

[mydearzero]

Posters on the Wall | E.M. x Reader

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your bedroom is covered in posters of your celebrity crush; Kirk Hammett. It's not until Steve points it out that you notice a... similarity to another metalhead you know.

Smut, afab reader, PWP

Warnings: Daddy kink, spanking, degradation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch), slight breeding kink, unprotected sex, fingering (f rec), penetrative sex, creampie, slight praise kink.

5.1K words

18+ MINORS DNI

Your best friend Steve had been in your room many times before. There were no new posters, no new knick-knacks, which is why it was strange he suddenly seemed so darn interested in them. "You know..." He started, putting one hand on his hip and the other on his chin. Oh god, this can't be good. 

"You really have a type. Have you ever noticed?" He motioned to a couple of posters on your wall. They were primarily of popular metal and rock bands, but there were some solo posters of members you were crushing on. Kind of. Mainly Kirk from Metallica, but who could blame you? Kirk was 21 when he joined the band in 1983 and had the perfect looks and talent for you to swoon over. He was your favourite. 

"What do you mean? A type?" You questioned, putting quotation marks around the 'type'. Steve laughed and pointed at a poster of Kirk that was hung right above your bed. "You don't see it?" He asked, eyebrows raised. You shook your head and shrugged. 

"These guys look an awful lot like someone we know, don't you think?" Steve gestured at a cluster of pictures on your wall. Amongst the photos of musicians and actors, there were a few strewn about of your friends. "I still don't get it, Steve." You sighed as you glanced at the picture of Robin, Eddie and you that Steve had pointed at last. 

"You're genuinely telling me that your lady-boner for Mr Hammett here has nothing to do with your crush on Mr Munson?" Steve scoffed. Your jaw dropped as you turned to glare at him. 

"I do not have a crush on Eddie! Are you insinuating Kirk looks like him? That's what you were getting at?" You crossed your arms defensively. Your brows furrowed as you thought it through. Kirk and Eddie didn't look alike, did they? Steve could practically see the cogs turning in your head. He knew he was digging up an unspoken topic; your feelings for Eddie. 

He didn't know what happened that night in the Upside Down. Nobody did, except Dustin, Eddie and you. The three of you refused to talk about it. Steve and Robin had discussed it and decided it must've been insanely traumatic. Hell, Eddie had almost died. Almost. Everybody had made assumptions about how you felt, but that incident settled it. You were in love with him, whether you knew it or not. You couldn't not be, not with the way you looked at him after that. 

You shrugged it off and tried to ignore Steve's insinuation. He trotted down the stairs as you collected your things to head over to Eddie's trailer. Your eyes fell on the poster of Kirk hung above your bed, followed by the picture of Eddie and you on your bedside table. Maybe they did look kind of similar? You sighed as you shook your head at the idea. You closed the door behind you and followed Steve down the stairs and out the front door. 

The drive to Forrest Hills was strangely muted. Steve informed you Nancy had had to cancel, but otherwise, it was silent. You'd picked up Robin along the way. As usual, she immediately started chattering your ears off, breaking the silence. Steve pulled up and parked next to Eddie's van. 

The man of the hour was already stood in the doorway, smoking a cigarette as he leaned against the doorframe. You didn't get to do this often; hang without the kids. You enjoyed their presence, but now and then you needed this. You think you all did. 

Eddie invited you in, and you settled on the couch with Robin and Steve. Eddie prepared some drinks and snacks on a tray and balanced it on his hands as he took it to the living room, a bag of chips clamped between his teeth. He set everything on the table and clapped his hands, waving them in the general direction of the cups. "Self-service, ladies and gentleman." 

The night was relaxed, consisting of just games and fun chatter. When Robin finally brought up the topic of celebrity look-alikes, you glared daggers at a snickering Steve. 

"I mean, it has to be Swayze, right? Eddie argued. You had been first, followed by Robin. Nobody could agree on which celeb looked like Steve, though. 

Robin shook her head in disagreement. "It's Rob Lowe, I'm telling you." Steve scoffed. "So I just look like I should play in Youngblood? Because that's what I'm hearing. I don't even like hockey. Besides, Hargrove looks way more like Rob Lowe than I do." 

You ended up agreeing that, yes, Steve just looked like he belonged between the generic heartthrobs. 

When Eddie came up, Steve remained exceptionally hushed with a mischievous look threatening to spread across his face. You and Robin named a couple of famous actors and musicians before she turned to you and hit you on the shoulder repeatedly. 

"Oh! That guy you had the wet dream about last week! The Metallica one on all those posters in your room!" Robin looked like she'd solved string theory as your face turned red. "Robin!" You whisper-shouted in a horrified tone, putting a hand over your face in embarrassment. 

"It's Kirk Hammett," Steve spoke up. 

"Yes! Thank you! You look like Kirk Hammett!" Robin exclaimed. You loved her, but God, did you want her to shut up like three sentences ago. Did she not hear what she was insinuating? That you’d had a wet dream about an Eddie look-alike? You wanted the couch to swallow you whole.

Eddie’s expression was illegible as he turned to Steve. “You know Metallica members, Harrington?” 

“Just the one. I guess you’ve never been in that bedroom because you definitely would've remembered. The guy is everywhere. It’s kinda creepy, actually. Can’t change in there, feel watched.” Steve shuddered at the thought. 

“Well, I guess I do see a similarity. I think it’s mainly the hair, though.” Eddie smirked smugly as he leaned back in the chair. 

The discussion changed to one about hair, Steve’s to be precise. Yet you kept feeling Eddie’s gaze on you. You sighed as you reached for a chip and turned to Robin when the boys were busy discussing shampoo. “You couldn’t just have named anyone else?” 

Robin shrugged. “They look alike. I don’t know what you want me to say.” She stuffed a handful of popcorn into her mouth. 

You watched Eddie as he playfully argued with Steve. The scar on his jaw was slowly fading, becoming less prominent. You guess he did kind of resemble Kirk if you squinted. You could admit Eddie was a handsome guy. Was Steve right? Did you have a crush on Eddie? 

You imagined yourself with Eddie on a lazy Sunday morning. Sleeping in, making breakfast, arms wrapping around you as a kiss was planted on your cheek. Heat rose to your face when you realized that was definitely something you could see in your near future. 

You tried imagining the same scenario with Steve, and although he too was handsome, the image wasn't accompanied by the same warm, longing feeling. Did you have feelings for Eddie? 

Steve and Eddie immediately noticed your flustered expression. Eddie was merely curious, giving you those big questioning puppy eyes. Steve, however, seemed to have caught on. The knowing smirk as he glanced at Eddie before raising his eyebrows at you told you enough. His body language screamed ‘I told you so.’ 

You really, really wished you could control thought processes. While the domestic scene was adorable, your mind flashed back to Robin’s words and the implication they’d made. You’d told her about the dream in confidence. You hadn’t gone into detail, but she’d heard enough. Clearly, it had stuck. 

And now you were stuck. The imagery of that night returned, but the hands trailing under your shirt were clad in familiar rings. The top you took off was suddenly one you recognized all too well. The chest your fingers traced was now adorned with tattoos and scars, the sight of which you were well acquainted with. 

Dream-Kirk had morphed into Dream-Eddie, and your breathing quickened when you realized the new mental images had you clenching your thighs, wetter than you had ever been. Was your superficial crush on the guitarist just a projection of your feelings for Eddie? 

Eddie had been observing you while he talked with Steve and Robin. You were being uncharacteristically quiet. He noticed the occasional flush of your cheeks and pressing of your legs. You were lost in thought, drink untouched in your hand. He turned to offer you some chips or anything else to your liking.

"Sex?" You were startled as Eddie spoke to you directly. You nearly dropped your drink as your jaw dropped in shock. "What?" 

"I asked if you wanted some snacks. Where's your head at?" Eddie raised his eyebrows teasingly. The ghost of a smirk danced on his lips as he watched you squirm and scold yourself. Where was your head at? 

"Yeah, sorry, thanks. Guess I'm just a little... distracted today." You sighed as you took the chips from him. You munched on them silently as you sat there mortified. Of course, he didn't just fucking turn to you and ask you for sex. 

"What's on your mind?" Eddie asked. You shook your head and chuckled. You glanced at Steve and Robin, who were lost in conversation. "Just, earlier..." You trailed off. Why you were even being honest, you didn't know. 

"Oh, I can totally catch you up on which hair products Harrington uses. Apparently, it's this Farah Fawcett hairspray he— Hey! Ow!" He exclaimed in pain when you hit his shoulder. 

"You know that's not what I meant, Eddie!" You muttered loudly.

"Hey, I was just giving you an out if you didn't want to breach the whole 'wet dream about my look-alike' topic." He laughed. You sighed as you looked up at him, your thighs involuntarily clenching at his expression. You weren't sure what he was thinking. His eyes darted to your thighs as he took his bottom lip between his teeth. 

Your trance was broken by Robin clearing her throat. "It's getting late, your uncle is probably coming home soon, and I don't want to bother him. Should we go?" Steve nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah, I guess that's probably for the best." Eddie put his hands on his thighs as he pushed himself out of the chair. "C'mon, I'll drive you guys home." He motioned to Robin and you. 

"No, that's okay. I'll take Robin. We live close anyways." Steve smiled. He openly winked at you as he said it. Bastard. Eddie neglected the fact that you lived closer to Robin than Steve did and agreed to be the one to take you home. Perhaps it was time you had a grown-up conversation with him about how you were feeling. 

You got in the passenger seat and watched Steve and Robin drive off. An energy you were unfamiliar with filled the van. Tension, maybe? Mutual anticipation? You didn't dare turn to Eddie or open your mouth, afraid of what would happen if you did. 

He started the van quietly. You watched as his right hand gripped the gear tightly, knuckles turning white. The left was holding the steering wheel for dear life. You'd hoped the grumbling engine would've broken the suspense hanging in the air, but it did no such thing. 

You were almost convinced you'd been imagining things. That Eddie didn't feel what you did. That his breathing wasn't actually any different than usual. That he wasn't being weirdly distant. But all your worries were resolved when his right hand slowly found its way onto your thigh. The strained gasp that left your mouth shouldn't have been as relieved, as suggestive as it was. 

"Tell me about the dream." Eddie finally broke the silence. You didn't know his grip on the wheel could tighten even more, but it did. The hand on your thigh was gentle in comparison, fingers tracing circles on the inside that had shivers going up your spine. 

"I'm not sure I want to." You confessed quietly, looking out the window. 

"Look at me when I talk to you, princess." Your eyes widened at the nickname. His voice had a tone you'd never heard from him before. "C'mon, tell me."

You hesitated, opening and closing your mouth a couple of times. You didn't know where to start. "I guess it starts at a concert. And yo-he's playing the guitar. And I guess that's kinda... hot? And then the concert ends and we... y'know?"

Eddie chuckled at your reluctance. "Shit, I'm gonna need a bit more than that, sweetheart." He squeezed your thigh as he spoke, rubbing it a bit to encourage you to keep talking. 

"It's nothing special, really. Just some making out and shit." You huffed, not wanting to go into detail. You tried to recall the dream as vividly as possible, and you were starting to doubt if it had ever even been about Kirk, or if it had been Eddie all along and you'd just convinced yourself it hadn't been. No matter, all the images were of Eddie now. They were consuming you slowly. 

"If it's just the thought of making out with me that's been getting you so hot and bothered all night, I can't wait to find out what happens when we actually do, baby." Eddie's hand crept higher and higher up your thigh, eyes never leaving the road. 

"It wasn't about you, Eddie." You scoffed. Your gaze was fixated on his profile, but he didn't let up. 

"As long as you've got yourself convinced." His smile was mocking you when he finally made eye contact. Your eyebrows furrowed. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" You questioned. Were you really that transparent all evening? 

"It means you're soaked, sweetheart. And have been since you got the thought of me stuck in your head earlier." He said it like it was the most obvious fact in the world. Like he told you the sky was blue, and the grass was green. A whimper left your throat when his finger traced the hem of your panties. How hadn't you noticed his hand coming up again? 

"That's right, baby. Feel what I do to you? What the thought of me does to your pussy?" He stroked you through the dampened fabric. There were no longer any words coming from you, just sounds. 

You mustered as much willpower as you could and spoke. "Eyes on the road, Munson." It was meant to sound confident, but Eddie knew he had you right where he wanted. Wet and desperate.

"I'm doing fine over here. It's you we should be worried about. Are you still breathing? Or have you just completely given up on all human function?" His chuckle was dark. Who was this person, and what had he done to sweet, loving Eddie? He was ridiculing you, and you were eating it up. How did he know which buttons to press so damn well? 

"I'm breathing." You mumbled. Eddie snickered and shook his head. "More like hyperventilating. Speak up." Eddie finally stopped rubbing your clothed cunt to shift the gear and park his van by your house. You hadn't even noticed you'd arrived. 

Eddie clicked and undid your seatbelt and motioned for you to get out of the car. You opened the door and put your feet on the gravel, knees weaker than you'd expected. The cold breeze blowing through the trees made goosebumps appear all over your body. 

You walked to the door and unlocked it, not checking if Eddie followed you inside. You knew he never intended on just driving you home. He was coming inside. 

You walked up the stairs and heard the front door close and lock. Eddie caught up to you and slapped your ass as you walked towards your room. “Nice house. Can’t believe I’ve never been here.” He mumbled as he walked up the stairs. 

As soon as the door to your bedroom was opened, Eddie closed in on you. His hands found their way to your hips as he pulled you close. He looked around the room for a little and smirked. There were a lot of posters here. 

He pulled you close and put a hand on your chin, tilting your face to his and kissing you softly. Even when he felt like ravaging you, he wanted your first kiss with him to be good, memorable. He felt you melt into his touch, relief washing over you when you finally got to put your lips against his. 

When he pulled away, a whimper nearly left you. You managed to hold it in, but your anguished expression was obvious. “Now that that’s out of the way…” Eddie sighed as he towered over you and walked closer, making you walk back towards the wall. 

He pushed you against the wall harshly, pressing his lips to your neck. "I understand what Harrington was getting at, now. Totally feel watched in here. Kinda hot, not gonna lie." He laughed as he pried your legs apart with his knee. He could feel the heat radiating from you as he pushed his knee against your cunt. "You into that kinda thing, baby? Maybe next time I'll take you somewhere with real people. Give 'em a little show." 

You moaned as he sucked a bruise onto your neck. "You'd love that, wouldn't you? You're a filthy little slut who likes being watched." His hand shot up your shirt and groped your clothed breast roughly, pressing his lips to yours once more. The knee between your legs was torturing you, never quite giving the right amount of pressure or friction. You tried to grind down to seek it, but Eddie's hands went to your hips and stilled them instantly. 

"Nu-uh, sweetheart. Only I get to play with your pussy. It's mine now, isn't it?" His kisses had stopped as he observed your expression, trying to read how far he could push it. You nodded wildly, silently pleading for him to continue. "Yes! All yours!" You whined and tried to pull him back into you. 

Eddie grinned at your desperation, bringing his knee up just once to watch you keen. You tried to grind your hips down again but huffed in frustration as he held you in place. He reached for your arms, putting them above your head. He undressed you with ease, only leaving you in your bra and panties. "You look fantastic, sweetheart." 

"Thank you, daddy." You sighed with your head thrown back, waiting for the touch of his lips to return. When they didn't, your head whipped back down as your eyes searched Eddie's face in confusion. 

"What did you just call me?" He questioned cynically with his eyebrows raised. Your heart sank when you realized your mistake. You'd called him 'daddy', a thing you'd known about yourself but didn't dare mention to any of your friends. 

"Eddie, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." You stammered, reaching for your shirt to put it back on. Eddie tutted as he took it from your hands with a teasing smile. "No, baby. It's alright. You're gonna stay right here for daddy, right?"

You nodded wildly and pushed your back against the wall again, awaiting his next move. When he reached to turn you around, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. A harsh smack landed on your ass as you yelped, whipping your head around to look at the perpetrator. 

"Use your words for me, baby. No nodding or shaking your head, only 'Yes, daddy' or 'No, daddy.' Understood?" He asked, threatening to land another smack on the stinging area. You nodded before catching yourself. "Yes, daddy." 

"Good girl." 

The two-worded sentence sparked something new in you. A desire you weren't aware of. A need to please Eddie. You'd do anything to hear those words again. 

"You like it when I call you a good girl? Made your legs clench, baby. So cute." Eddie whispered in your ear as his hand slid from your ass to your folds, rubbing softly over the fabric. You whined as you searched for more friction. "Yes, daddy. Please." You didn't know what you were begging for. You just needed him to do something. 

You were still facing the wall when he pulled at your hips, bending you over. You put your hands against the wall to steady yourself. 

He snapped the waistband of your underwear harshly before pulling them down your legs. He ensured his hands were touching you at all times, leaving trails of goosebumps wherever they went. His finger dipped between your folds, collecting the juice on his finger. He put his hand to your lips and bent forward to whisper in your ear. "Taste yourself for me, baby. Taste how much I turn you on." 

You took his finger in your mouth right as he pushed another inside your cunt and swirled your tongue around it. Never in a million years would you have believed anyone who had told you this morning that coming nightfall, Eddie Munson's fingers would be knuckle deep inside your mouth and pussy. Yet here you were, and you were loving every second of it.

"That's right. So fucking wet for me. It's embarrassing. Do you have no self-control? Couldn't even think straight when our friends were around. How am I supposed to take you anywhere in the future if you're just gonna be a horny bitch?" Another smack landed on your ass. You grumbled a defence around his fingers, but it was unintelligible. 

Another slap. "No back talking, sweetheart. If you're gonna behave like a brat, you're gonna get treated like one." 

His fingers left your mouth, allowing you to speak again. "Eddie, please." You begged. 

The fingers inside you found a cruel rhythm, curling right under the spot you wanted them to. His other hand, still wet with your saliva, found your clit and started rubbing circles around it. You struggled to stand upright, the arm reaching down your front being the only thing left to support you. "That's not my name, is it, baby?"  

You shook your head, struggling to keep it up between your arms resting against the wall. "No, I'm sorry, daddy." 

Eddie chuckled at your wanton apology. "That's alright, baby. You can make it up to daddy by lying on your bed for me." 

You nearly tripped over your own feet with the speed you tried to get to your bed. The poster of Kirk above it got your attention, and suddenly you understood Steve and Eddie. You did feel watched. Eddie followed your gaze and rested his knee on the bed, leaning over you to rip the poster from the wall. 

"Just you wait and see, sweetheart. In a few years, I'll be your celebrity crush." He smiled as he crumpled the poster and threw it to the floor. 

"You already are. I'm kind of starting to believe my crush on Kirk was just me convincing myself I didn't have a crush on you." You confessed honestly. 

Eddie's hand slid up your thigh as he put a hand beside you, leaning over you. It was only now you noticed he was still fully clothed. 

"That's cute, baby. You have a crush on me?" He smirked when he reached behind your back to finally relieve you of your last piece of clothing. You put your hands over your face in embarrassment. You let him take your bra off and eagerly watched as he took off his shirt. 

You watched him unbuckle his belt, and nerves settled in your stomach. Were you actually going to have sex with Eddie? You saw his bulge through his boxers and genuinely felt your mouth fucking water. Jesus H. Christ. 

You got on your knees and shuffled to him to pull his boxers down. He stepped out of them and let out a relieved sigh when your hand cupped his balls as the other gripped him at the base. He was rock hard, dripping precum from the raging red tip. You gave it a small lick, collecting the liquid on your tongue. The salty flavour of Eddie took over your senses. 

His hips bucked and he put a hand in your hair. You bent forward to take him in your mouth, but his grip on your hair stopped you. "Next time, kitten. Just give it a little kiss for daddy, will you?" He asked sweetly. You nodded with a pout, but puckered your lips, pressing a peck to the head of his cock. 

"Attagirl." He gently pushed you on your back, climbing over you as he left a trail of kisses up your body. Your fingers discovered his torso, tracing the scars that adorned it. He used to be self-conscious about them, especially when they were more prominent, but you thought they were sexy as hell. They proved he was a hero. 

His hand swiped between your folds, appreciating how wet you were and collecting as much of it as he could. He spread it over his dick sloppily, making an obscene squelching noise as he did so. The smile on his face was lewd when he observed you squirming in anticipation. "Didn't bring a condom, baby. Gonna fuck you raw. Gonna fill you up with my cum." He groaned. 

You relished in the idea of being filled to the brim. You wanted Eddie inside, now. You tugged at the necklace that dangled in front of your face and pulled him close. That earned you a smack to the tit. A high-pitched cry left your mouth as you watched him in shock. "Desperate fucking whore. I'll fuck you when I feel like it. You're gonna wait patiently, or there will be consequences." 

You didn't know whether to be scared or even more turned on at the threat. 

He positioned his tip at your entrance and slid inside agonizingly slow. You shuddered as he bottomed out, a guttural moan bubbling from your chest. This was pleasure in its rawest form. He dragged his dick back out at the same agonizing pace before knocking the breath out of you with a harsh thrust. 

"Jesus, fuck, Eddie." You tried to hold onto anything to steady yourself. Everything became too much. His brutal pace increased as he gave your other tit a smack. "Was so easy for you when you slipped up, baby. How do you keep forgetting now?" 

"'M sorry, daddy." You were delirious when he brought his hand down to rub at your clit. The feeling of his tip hitting the right spot over and over and over, combined with the friction on your clit, was getting you close at a rate you'd never experienced. You weren't going to last if he kept this up. 

"Gonna cum already? Feel so good on daddy's dick? Fuck, baby, you're already getting tighter." Eddie rambled as he drilled into you. You were an incoherent moaning mess, a jumbled mix of 'Daddy', 'Eddie' and 'Please' leaving your mouth. He didn't bother correcting you anymore. You were too far gone. 

He pinched one of your nipples in tandem with pinching your clit, drawing pained moans out of you. It hurt so good. "Like it when it hurts, slut? Can't cum without the pain?" He asked accompanied by lethal jabs at your cervix. You hated how it nearly sent you over the edge. How he was able to bring out the worst in you. How he knew what you needed, even when you didn't know yourself. 

Your moans and whines were increasing in volume and quantity. Eddie could feel you were close and started chasing his own release. He grabbed your shoulder, using it as leverage to push as deep and fast as possible. 

You felt him twitch inside. He was no longer talking, just grunting and moaning as he watched your tits bounce with the rhythm of his thrusts. His free hand went back down to your clit and put a delicious amount of pressure on it, rubbing in time with the slapping of his balls against your skin. 

"Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed that little pussy full with my cum." He groaned. With a few last thrusts and whines from both parties, he stilled and spilt inside. The feeling sent you over the edge, one last exclamation of "Daddy!" leaving you as you came. He stayed inside a bit longer, admiring your sweaty, heaving shape as you came down from your high. 

He slowly pulled out and admired the cum spilling from your pussy with a proud look. He bent down and licked some of it up, making you hiss at the sensitivity of your spent cunt. He chuckled and looked up at you. "Hi." He smiled. 

"Don't you 'Hi' me when you just gave me the best orgasm of my life, Munson." You groaned. He just laughed and dragged his body back up and told you to open your mouth. A mix of cum and saliva dripped from his mouth to yours. 

"Swallow, baby." He smirked. You did as you were told and showed him your empty mouth. "Good girl." He bent down and kissed you softly, in stark contrast to the proper fucking he just gave you. 

Eddie plopped down beside you and looked around the room properly for the first time. He noticed more details now, like the number of pictures of him that were sprinkled in amongst those of Kirk. "If I were to cut my hair, would you still like me? Because it seems like that's your thing." 

You laughed and looked around your room. "Yeah, I'd still like you, dumbass."

"Good, good. When Corroded Coffin blows up, you're gonna have to deal with a grand bout of jealousy, babe. That's gonna be me up on girls' walls." He stated matter of factly. 

"I think I'll manage." 

"Yeah, just go running to Kirk. Maybe by that time, I'll even be able to introduce you." Eddie smirked as he lay on his side, putting a hand under his head to support it. He gazed down at you with an expression you'd never seen on him before. A mix of glee, pride and admiration. 

"In your dreams, Eddie." You scoffed as you pushed against his arm, making his head fall back to the mattress. 

"Actually, in your dreams. Isn't that how we ended up like this, anyways?" 

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Calling On You

Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader 

Summary: It’s graduation night and y/n decided it was the final chance to lose her virginity before the school year officially ended. Only, it wasn’t with who y/n wanted it to be and it didn’t quite go as planned.

Warnings: Angst, light smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, losing virginity (graphic description), bad first time, friends to lovers, 18+, minors DNI.

Word Count: 5k

Calling On You

86’ Baby! You had just graduated from high school and felt like you were on top of the world. Not only that, but your best friend of nearly 4 years had finally graduated too. Eddie Munson had been waiting for this day for far longer than you had. After his hard work and graft this year, you were so proud of him and he of you. For the 4 years you and Eddie had been best friends, you had spent most of your spare time with each other, so to finally make it through graduation together felt rather special. Together you made a strange sort of duo, him being the school ‘freak’ and you just another high school senior girl, but your differences were incomparable to your similarities. Despite your different music tastes and ideas of fun, you shared so much: the same sense of humour, the same interest in fantasy and the same feelings for each other – only you both didn’t realise the latter.

It was 8pm now and you were on your way to a party at the house of one of the seniors on the basketball team with such happiness in your heart, your friends Jennifer and Melissa with you in the back of your mom’s car. The sun was setting, shading Hawkins in an angelic dusky pink hue, the air was warm but the breeze through the open car window sent goosebumps up your arm. It was a perfect night. You had on a cute denim mini skirt and a top you had spent months waiting to wear from one of the boutiques in the mall. You felt good and nothing was going to bring you down, not even Eddie’s pleads for you to stay and celebrate with him - just you two. You nearly had, he was often hard to resist, but a high school graduation party was something you could only do once in your life and you had promised your girlfriends you’d go with them months ago. Despite your long years of friendship, you and Eddie were quite different socially: you had friends that had parties, who went to the mall and roller skated. Eddie hated all that. But he didn’t hate you. It probably helped that you were still a massive nerd and only got invited to parties like three times a year (even more reason for you to not miss this one).

Eddie was pretty bummed you wouldn’t be with him tonight, though with the knowledge you were going to spend all day tomorrow together to celebrate in your own way meant he felt less depressed than he could have. He had decided to celebrate in his other ideal way: a half ounce and a movie with the (older) hellfire boys.

Pulling up at the party, you and your friends jumped out the car, breathing in the warm summer air as you waved goodbye to your mom who reminded you, again, of your curfew. Tendrils of music could be heard from the house already as you and your friends giggled and talked while making your way inside. There were so many people there, and this house was big. Unsurprisingly, at least 70% of your grade had turned up, even people you’d never seen set a foot inside the mall let alone a party. Madonna was playing in the background as you and your friends moved through the crowds in search of a drink. Personally, you weren’t much of a drinker, it set your tongue a bit loose for your liking, but it was graduation night and nothing was going to stop you from downing two cups of the stuff the moment you reached the punch bowl.

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Hit 2,000 notes on Push Comes to Shove which is insane to me, its probs not that much in the grand scheme of things, but as my first fic on here to have such a response is so lush! So thank you to those who have read and enjoyed!!!! And for all the lovely followers too!

I will continue to be a whore for Eddie in written form watch this space😇

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Calling On You

Eddie Munson x (fem)Reader 

Summary: It’s graduation night and y/n decided it was the final chance to lose her virginity before the school year officially ended. Only, it wasn’t with who y/n wanted it to be and it didn’t quite go as planned.

Warnings: Angst!!!, light smut, fluff, hurt/comfort, losing virginity, bad first time, friends to lovers, 18+, minors DNI (NSFW)

Word Count: 5k

Calling On You

86’ Baby! You had just graduated from high school and felt like you were on top of the world. Not only that, but your best friend of nearly 4 years had finally graduated too. Eddie Munson had been waiting for this day for far longer than you had. After his hard work and graft this year, you were so proud of him and he of you. For the 4 years you and Eddie had been best friends, you had spent most of your spare time with each other, so to finally make it through graduation together felt rather special. Together you made a strange sort of duo, him being the school ‘freak’ and you just another high school senior girl, but your differences were incomparable to your similarities. Despite your different music tastes and ideas of fun, you shared so much: the same sense of humour, the same interest in fantasy and the same feelings for each other – only you both didn’t realise the latter.

It was 8pm now and you were on your way to a party at the house of one of the seniors on the basketball team with such happiness in your heart, your friends Jennifer and Melissa with you in the back of your mom’s car. The sun was setting, shading Hawkins in an angelic dusky pink hue, the air was warm but the breeze through the open car window sent goosebumps up your arm. It was a perfect night. You had on a cute denim mini skirt and a top you had spent months waiting to wear from one of the boutiques in the mall. You felt good and nothing was going to bring you down, not even Eddie’s pleads for you to stay and celebrate with him - just you two. You nearly had, he was often hard to resist, but a high school graduation party was something you could only do once in your life and you had promised your girlfriends you’d go with them months ago. Despite your long years of friendship, you and Eddie were quite different socially: you had friends that had parties, who went to the mall and roller skated. Eddie hated all that. But he didn’t hate you. It probably helped that you were still a massive nerd and only got invited to parties like three times a year (even more reason for you to not miss this one).

Eddie was pretty bummed you wouldn’t be with him tonight, though with the knowledge you were going to spend all day tomorrow together to celebrate in your own way meant he felt less depressed than he could have. He had decided to celebrate in his other ideal way: a half ounce and a movie with the (older) hellfire boys.

Pulling up at the party, you and your friends jumped out the car, breathing in the warm summer air as you waved goodbye to your mom who reminded you, again, of your curfew. Tendrils of music could be heard from the house already as you and your friends giggled and talked while making your way inside. There were so many people there, and this house was big. Unsurprisingly, at least 70% of your grade had turned up, even people you’d never seen set a foot inside the mall let alone a party. Madonna was playing in the background as you and your friends moved through the crowds in search of a drink. Personally, you weren’t much of a drinker, it set your tongue a bit loose for your liking, but it was graduation night and nothing was going to stop you from downing two cups of the stuff the moment you reached the punch bowl.

The night was going well, spending most of it with Jennifer and Mellissa but chatting to other people and playing a few party games. You smashed beer pong against one of the guys from band but lost flip cup for your whole team. Having got to a point where you were four or five drinks in, you had started up a conversation, a rather intimate one, with Patrick, one of the guys on the basketball team. After having English together all year and always getting along, you developed a bit of a crush on him. You never had much opportunity to talk until tonight, but he was handsome and seemed sweet. The crush was certainly not a big one but it was enough to have you badly flirting: twirling your hair and giggling at his incredibly dumb jokes.

Apart from graduating, there was one big thing on your mind tonight: the fact that you were still a virgin. After setting a private and personal goal of trying to lose it by the end of Senior year, you had been completely unsuccessful, only ever getting a kiss from a guy at a Halloween party last year whilst playing spin the bottle. It was that which was playing on your mind as you were talking to Patrick. At this point, with it being your last day of senior year, it was kind of now or never. There was only one person you really wanted to take your virginity, but that was an immediate write off. Other than that one person, you didn’t know anyone that you particular wanted to do it with, nor did you didn’t particularly care right now. So why not Patrick, you thought to yourself.

“Where are you going to college?” He interrupted your chain of thought after explaining all about his basketball scholarship that you were definitely listening to. You stared at him for a minute, he had an attractive face, he was nice (and tall), and you knew he had experience, at least according to school rumours. You decided then, that if he was willing, he was the one and it would be tonight, feeling your skin tingle in excitement as you made the decision in your mind.

“Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?” You asked, a sudden confidence sparking in you as you ignored his previous conversation. His eyes lit up a little as he replied eagerly, “sure!”

Wading your way through the crowded hallways, giving your friends a wiggle of your eyebrows as you passed them, you found your way into a quiet, spare bedroom upstairs where your thoughts weren’t being clouded by the beats of Duran Duran. Eddie would have hated that. The only problem was, now that your thoughts weren’t being clouded you had started to get nervous, your confidence from just 5 minutes ago dissipating as you faced the reality of what was about to happen. Anxiety had started to kick in at the thought of showing someone your body for the first time. Of course, you knew you were pretty, but you weren’t pretty in the same way the cheerleaders were pretty. You didn’t have a tiny body or a conventionally beautiful face. You had thick thighs and a bit of a belly and you loved yourself, you really did, but that didn’t stop you from being so nervous that your heartbeat felt like you had just done a 100metre dash. You weren’t what every guy wanted, which may have been why you were left waiting for this moment for so long. But now the moment was here. It was now or never. You wished you’d had another drink as your racing heart was quickly sobering you up.

Thankfully, in one way, it all went pretty quick. All your nerves about your body didn’t really seem to matter. Patrick started kissing you, badly. It was all tongues and teeth and it certainly didn’t feel like how it looked when they kissed in Grease or Sixteen Candles. That wasn’t going to put you off though, not when you were so close to achieving your one personal goal for Senior Year.

It got worse from there, however. You weren’t sure what he was doing but Patrick started grabbing at your boobs, squeezing at them like he was kneading dough and you assumed it was supposed to feel nice; it did not.

Within seconds of the boob grabbing your top was off, then your skirt, then you were on you back, lying on the bed. A virgin you may be, but you weren’t completely stupid. Nearly every night you played with yourself, so you knew what it meant to feel turned on and to feel pleasure, and that just wasn’t happening right now. If anything, you just felt uncomfortable. Maybe this was normal? Maybe it only feels good when you do it yourself? Maybe I’m doing something wrong or I’m just weird?  These were the thoughts going round and round in your head until Patrick had completely undressed you. From there you were expecting some more kissing or at least something else.

That didn’t happen. Instead, Patrick took off your panties and just slid his index finger inside your pussy, it was slightly uncomfortable and that was more to do with the fact that he just kind of kept it inside you as he kissed you a bit more. You were barely given a chance to adjust to that when the next thing you knew, Patrick had pulled his dick out of his pants and was putting on a condom he got from his back pocket. There was no opportunity to ask any questions or suggest kissing for a bit more before he was lining himself up to your entrance. Your heart was really racing now, this just didn’t feel right, but you didn’t know any different.

Thank god condoms came with lube on, otherwise it would have been more painful than it was for Patrick to push himself into you. You let out a slight squeal as he slowly drove himself inside you. He was still for a minute and muttered a “you okay,” before he started moving properly inside you after you gave him a half-hearted nod. It was so uncomfortable. Every time he moved it stung a bit more and the feeling was so unfamiliar and painful that it brought tears to your eyes. This was not how it was supposed to be. You knew it wasn’t going to be sunshine and rainbows the entire time, but you didn’t expect to be lying on your back, barely even turned on, with tears falling from your eyes into your ears from the way you were lying as you felt like you were being stung repeatedly. You couldn’t have been laying there long with him grunting on top of you, but it seemed to last forever. Your eyeshadow that you had spent ages on perfecting was definitely going to be ruined.

“Patrick, that hurts.” You whimpered as the pace of his movements increased quite rapidly, his body hitting yours with more ferocity than before, sending waves of sharp pain through you.

“I’m almost done,” he moaned from above you.

Before he could respond to you asking him to stop, it was over. He grunted several times and thrust sloppily into you and then collapsed with a groan. His dick slid out of you as he did, you wincing as it went, leaving you with a dull ache between your legs. As he lay there for a moment, you were confused, incredibly uncomfortable and feeling a slight warmth trickle out of the newly sore area.

“Thanks y/n, that was great.” He said, as he was pushing himself off the bed, taking the condom off and tucking himself back in his pants. You wished you could return the sentiment. And that was it. He just left you, lying on the bed naked. You wanted to stop him, to ask him to cuddle you or something, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen, your words getting trapped in your mouth. It would have been a completely fruitless endeavour anyway.

Within the space of 10 minutes, you had gone from excited but nervous virgin, to a crying mess, albeit a now sexually experienced one. Patrick had left you with nothing but confusion and an empty feeling settling into the bottom of your stomach. This was not how you pictured it going at all. You lay there, slightly in shock, for several moments as you tried to process the events of the last few minutes, but your mind was playing dead. You reached down between your legs and held your now damp fingers up in the dim moonlight coming from the window. It was blood on your fingers, which you were thankful Melissa had warned you about when she lost her virginity otherwise you would have been totally freaking out right now. But you knew you weren’t supposed to feel this sad after. Melissa had talked about her and her boyfriend cuddling and doing it again almost immediately. There was nothing that seemed worse to you than doing that again right now, or maybe ever. Surely you weren’t supposed to feel so used? Surely you shouldn’t be feeling like you needed to crawl up in a ball and not speak to anyone for several hours? You stood up from the bed, bitterly disappointed and wincing as you went. You had to get out of here, anyone could walk in any minute, and if someone from school saw you like this they wouldn’t be able to help themselves and would laugh at you, you knew it.

So, you pulled your clothes back on and wiped your eyes to look as normal as possible and not like you had just been crying and rushed down the hall to the nearest bathroom to use the toilet and attempt to clean yourself up. The blood took a few wipes to get rid of but had thankfully stopped flowing, that didn’t stop your sharp inhale of breath as you wiped several times over your sore vagina to get yourself clean.

After finishing up, feeling thoroughly humiliated, and walking back downstairs into the busy hallway, which was now starting to slowly quieten as it reached more people’s curfews, you found the phone and dialled Eddie’s number quickly, which you knew off by heart but had written on a piece of paper in your purse (just in case), pleading for him to pick up. You had to get out of there before you physical combusted, feeling another round of sadness and tears approaching and not wanting that to happen in front of your peers. You knew you didn’t want to call your mom; she would ask too many questions that you really didn’t want to share with her right now. The relationship between you two was close but certainly not that close. Checking your watch, the time read half 12 and you prayed Eddie would answer, your hands shaking slightly on the handset.

“Hello?” Eddie picked up, his voice questioning, obviously wondering who the hell was calling him at this time.  

“Eddie, it’s y/n, can you come pick me up from this party please?” You rushed out, the tears that had temporarily stopped falling had clogged up your throat and made your nose run.

“Y/N, I can’t, I’ve literally just smoked...” You almost whined in frustration; you simply couldn’t stay here any longer. Even though they weren’t, you felt like everyone was looking at you, like they all knew what you just did. Hearing boy’s laughter down the hall your blood was turning cold quickly. What if they were laughing at you? What if Patrick had gone downstairs and told all his basketball friends and they were going to come and taunt you any minute?

“Please, Eddie. I really need you.” And he just couldn’t say no to that.

“Fuck.” He cursed in a whisper, into the handset. “I’ll be there in 10, wait outside.” Sighing in relief as he hung up, you practically ran outside, not even bothering to find your friends to tell them you were leaving. You most certainly weren’t going to wait inside either. There were a few others waiting outside, either sat making out on the porch or sat on the lawn waiting for their rides. You sat on the wall outside the house, toe tapping against the pavement, attempting to take deep breaths so you didn’t have a breakdown in front of the drunk kids stumbling their way home.

15 minutes had passed by the time Eddie’s van finally pulled up on the street outside the party house, you walked quickly over to the passenger door, arms crossed over your stomach and eyes down.

“Sorry I’m late, sweetheart,” Eddie greets, as he leant over to open the door for you. You climb into the front seat, barely able to utter a word as you fasten your seatbelt with shaking hands.

You were quiet for the first few minutes of the journey. Eddie could immediately sense something was wrong, it didn’t take a genius to spot how on edge and upset you seemed.

“You know, I’m breaking several laws by driving to get you right now.” He said with humour in his tone, trying to get you to talk in his own way.

“I know, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, feeling like you just couldn’t do anything right.

Eddie glanced over at you and seeing the devastating look on your face immediately felt the need to comfort you or try to distract you from whatever thought worm was eating at your brain.

“So, how was the party, was it gnarly?” His voice thick with that same humour as he asked, turning to you briefly with his signature teasing grin.

“It was fine.” You were both quiet for several more moments, the radio quietly playing in the background. You watched out the window as the dimly lit Hawkins passed you by. This didn’t feel like the same town it had when you were on your way to the party. You didn’t really feel like the same person either.

“What’s up, y/n? You have too much to drink?” Eddie asked, not being able to take your sad silence for much longer.

“No. No, it’s not that.”

“Then what’s wrong?” You could feel the tears bubbling up as you thought about how horribly your night had ended and what you just went through and you couldn’t help but let out a strained sob as your emotions took over, feeling pathetic.

“Hey, it’s okay.” He soothed, his hand reaching out for your thigh and giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You wanna tell me what happened?” His voice was so soft.

It took you several moments to compose yourselves. If there was anyone you could talk to about this, it was Eddie. You two didn’t have secrets and he was the one person you would trust with your life. So, you took a deep breath and confessed: “I had sex with Patrick. It was my first time, and it was so bad, Eddie. It’s not how I pictured it would be at all. Obviously, I didn’t expect it to be good because I don’t really even like him and it’s all because I made this stupid pact with myself to lose my stupid virginity by the end of senior year and it’s the last night of senior year and it was kinda now or never and he was there and oh god it was just so bad.” You blabbed out, crying as you explained to Eddie how your night had gone.

He was quiet for several moments, his heart breaking into pieces for you, taking it all in until he said: “You’re gonna come back to mine okay?”

You sniffed and looked at him, feeling relief spread through you. Eddie’s place was always a bit of a safe space for you and you knew as messy as it could get sometimes that you needed the comforting surroundings. Not only that, but you really didn’t want to be on your own for the rest of the evening. You would call home at Eddie’s and tell your parents you were staying over. Remembering what Eddie’s plans for the night had been, you asked, “what about the boys?”

“I sent them home when I left just in case, and they were all getting pretty wrecked anyway. This is more important.” Your heart swelled with love for him, platonic love, of course. Eddie always seemed to know exactly what you needed before you even knew you needed it. Sure that was probably the result of knowing each other for so long and being around each other constantly, but it felt like more than that.

“What the fuck happened then, y/n? I mean, I know a lot of girl’s first times aren’t great, but it shouldn’t have been that bad! What did he do? Talk me through it.”

“I’m not gonna give you a play by play of my first time, Eddie!”

“C’mon y/n, it’s me. I wanna know so I can tell you how wrong he went.”

“Oh and you, Eddie Munson ‘God of Sex’ will know exactly what he did wrong, right?” You rolled your reddening eyes as you looked at him, voice dripping in sarcasm, but you found him looking at the road with the strangest smirk on his face. Of course, you knew Eddie had had sex before, he might be the town freak, but he was undeniably attractive and had a certain charm about him that was hard to resist. Often your mind had wandered to what he would be like in bed, mostly late at night when you were by yourself. That was only in a fantasy world of yours, however, where you could confidently cross that line between friends and something more without any repercussions. It was in that fantasy world that you would have picked Eddie to be the one to have sex with for the first time but asking him or making a move was a risk you weren’t willing to take in the real world. You needed him in your life too badly.

“Just tell me, y/n.” You shifted uncomfortably on your seat, the cocky smile still plastered on his face. Jesus that look! You started thinking you may have slightly underestimated your best friend when it came to his sexual prowess based on that expression alone.

“Fine,“ you said in a huff. “Well, we kind of kissed for a bit and he was touching my boobs and stuff.”

“Were you turned on?” He asked, baffling you with such nonchalance in his voice whilst your face was deepening with blush.

“Eddie!”

“What?! It makes a difference, like I said, I wanna know. Y/n, I’ve literally seen you vomit and sh-”

“Fine! No, I wasn’t turned on, it didn’t feel bad but he was just kinda… grabby.” Eddie couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Grabby?” he asked, chuckling.

“Yes, grabby! Will you shut up and let me explain!” You gave him a death glare, his eyes still focused on the road, but he could see your expression out of the corner of his eye and held up a hand in a promise of silence.

“So, yeah, he was getting all grabby with my tits but that was it, he didn’t really touch me anywhere else. I expected more, I think.”

“Were you even wet?” That silence didn’t last long.

“Not really,” you answered his invasive question, fighting the embarrassed hesitance.

“Was this guy a virgin too?”

“I don’t think so… No. Debbie from Math definitely slept with him a few months ago. That’s part of the reason I thought he would be a good pick. I was wrong, of course,” you said with a humourless chuckle. “Plus, he had a condom in his pocket that he used, so he was definitely ready for something.”

“Jesus…” Eddie shook his head, both his hands now gripping the steering wheel, knuckles paling.

“Anyway,” you continued, “we kept kissing and then eventually he was taking my clothes off and he kept his on except his dick was now out, which I thought was weird but what do I know? And then my underwear was off and he… he stuck his finger in me for a minute and then put the condom on and just kinda went in.”

“Right… Were you lying down?” There was a tension in his voice that you couldn’t quite decipher as you explained this all to him.

“Um yeah, I was on my back on the bed and he was on top of me.” You blushed at the detail of his questioning.

“How long did he go for?” Eddie started to sound like he was talking through gritted teeth, clearly not liking hearing all this.

“I don’t know, maybe like 5, 10 minutes or so, but it hurt so fucking much it felt like forever.” Your eyes were now starting to tear up again, not wanting to explain to Eddie the true extent of how much your body still ached and the bloody mess Patrick had left you in. “And then he did his thing and was just out of there. He literally put his dick back in his pants and left. I feel so used, Eddie. It wasn’t supposed to go like that. The movies made it look so nice, but it wasn’t. I know I don’t love him but I didn’t think that really mattered. I don’t even know why I did it with him. There’s just so much pressure to lose it that I just felt like it had to be tonight or it would never happen, who wants to be a graduated virgin?” Tears were streaming down your face now and you tried to wipe them away as you spoke.  

“I know, sweetheart.” His hand reached out to rub your thigh again, one hand still on the wheel, comforting you instantly, and setting the butterflies loose in your stomach that always flew when Eddie touched you, especially when he called you that.

“That guys an asshole, y/n. It sounds like he treated you like shit. Either that or he has absolutely no fucking clue what he’s doing. I can promise you that that’s not how it’s supposed to go. Your supposed to feel good…eventually… not like this,” he said with a sigh. “I just wish you had told me that’s what you wanted… maybe I could have helped you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked, sniffing as you looked over at him, his thumb rubbing mindless circles on your leg.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “I could have helped you find someone, or I-I don’t know, maybe I could have been the one.” A pink tinge was now staining Eddie’s cheeks, mimicking your own blush as his eyes kept laser focus on the dimly lit road ahead.

“R-really? You don’t just have to say that because I’m your friend, who’s a girl, who is also crying in your car right now.”

“I’m not. I would have liked to make sure your first time was a good one, not this mess. And I’d do anything for you, you know that. The fact that I’m attracted to you also helps.” He said, so matter of fact that it made your breath get caught your throat.

“Yeah, but like attracted in like a friend way, right?”

He chuckled awkwardly at your response. Neither of you had ever had a conversation like this before, you had never gotten a hint that Eddie might reciprocate your true feelings for him. Your mind was exploding right now.

“No, y/n. Not in a friend way.” He glanced at you, a slight smirk gracing his lips. “How could I not?” his eyes giving you a quick glance up and down before he turned back to the road.

You were quiet for a moment, you brain going 300 miles per hour trying to take in what Eddie was saying, and the way he was looking at you. The butterflies in your stomach were fluttering all over the shop and your skin felt like it was on fire. Had he always looked at you liked that? Like you were the hottest thing in the world? Your mind raced back to times when you had been alone where his intimate, seemingly innocent, touches had sent shivers down your spine. Perhaps they weren’t so innocent and friendly after all.

“Fuck.” You whispered, shaking your head.

“What?” He threw you a look of worry. Eddie’s heart was pounding in his chest too. He had absolutely no idea if he’d just ruined the relationship he had with his absolute best friend and would never be hearing from you again or if you felt the same. Based on that reaction, he immediately assumed it was the former.

“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me that sooner, Munson!” You laughed and he let out a breath of relief. The tensity in the van that had been swelling for the last several minutes dimmed almost immediately, the atmosphere filled with something new, something curious.

“I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t want that to cloud our friendship. Do you,” he swallowed, “do you feel the same?”

“Of course I feel the same, Eddie. I’m not stupid! You’re hot as shit” The confession fell out from your lips and you couldn’t help but feel relieved. The attraction you had for him for the long years of your friendship finally out in the open, comforted by your shared sentiment. Not only that, but it felt natural. It felt natural to be calling your best friend hot and mean it.

“You think?” He looked over at you again, that god damn smirk back on his lips and you swallowed thickly. The tone of the conversation quickly changing from lighthearted, suggestive banter to something that had your hairs on end and your skin hypersensitive to his circling thumb.

“Yeah… I mean, if I could have picked anyone to the be person I have sex with for the first time I would have always picked you, but… I guess I just didn’t want to ruin anything between us, y’know? I thought it was a non starter.”

“Looks like we were both wrong, sweetheart.”

At that, he pulled up outside the trailer, the air thick with tension as he put the van in park. Eddie looked over at you properly for the first time this whole journey, taking in your pink cheeks and slightly puffy eyes from all your crying. But he also saw your nervous look at him, the noticeable heaves of your chest and your hands fidgeting in your lap. Things already felt different between you two and not even slightly in a bad way.

“So, you gonna come inside?”

You looked up at him, nodding as you swallowed. Your palms had started to turn clammy as his voice dripped in something new that had never been directed at you before. Something tempting, and you had a feeling you weren’t going to be able to resist him this time around.

A/N: Hope you liked it, as I always I love to know your thoughts as I’m still quite new to this! I was going to make this longer and include a bit of a fluffy/smutty scene after but just going to do a part 2 I think (unless no one wants that)!

Actually gonna do it anyway <3