Your first day at Hawkins High sees you paired up on an English assignment with the apparently infamous Eddie Munson. With a heart still aching from the circumstances of your move, you eventually come to find that this unexpected partner of yours might be exactly what you’d been needing.
Series features - Eddie x fem afab reader, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, angst, fluff, eventual smut, non-Vecna AU cause I just want our boy to be safe dammit, Eddie and the reader are 19 and 18 respectively, Eddie is soft but can initially be kinda prickly as a result of his social status, reader is sweet but can be a spitfire, side character relationships, mourning and grief depictions
Chapter warnings - discussions about past sexual history/masturbation/sexuality/boundaries, bisexual/ slightly inexperienced Eddie, implied demisexual/inexperienced reader, sexual tension, brief Eddie POV
Eddie Munson could be a real fucking brat sometimes.
A brat who liked to wind you up and tease you and get you all worked up to the point you are practically soaking through your panties all day. A brat who found so much pleasure in making you squirm and whine and beg, only to not give you what you want. A brat who loved making you watch him stroke his cock and make himself come whilst you’re forced to watch.
And you loved Eddie. You truly did. No man had ever made you feel as loved or secure or comforted as Eddie had. He was the perfect boyfriend: he made you laugh, he made you smile, he made you come (which was a feat with past boyfriends). But sometimes he just liked to tease you a little too much, and it was starting to wind you up how unfair it was.
So, you decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
There had been countless conversations between the two of you about Steve. He was the mutual friend you met through, close to both of you in his own respect. And it was a known fact around Hawkins that Steve Harrington was hot. He was hot, and both you and your boyfriend acknowledged more than once.
Eddie had joked one night about inviting Steve into your bedroom. But after seeing your serious response, it got the gears in his head turning and his mind had played out countless fantasies about the other boy joining you between the sheets. There was just a doubt in Eddie’s mind that Steve would want to join, that he wouldn’t scare off one of his closest friends over something he might find weird.
However, you had decided to take the step. You took the step and you told the boy the plan, and you wanted to give your teasing brat boyfriend a taste of his own medicine, show him what it’s like to be left squirming and whining and begging.
“Fuck! Yes! Just like that!”
You pressed your face into the pillow, the fabric soaked with your tears and drool as your body jerked with each thrust. You turned your head to the side, pushing strands of your hair out of your face as you watched your boyfriend a few feet away.
Eddie didn’t know what he was expecting when you made him strip down before tying his hands behind his back after he settled down in the chair in the corner of his room. The last thing he expected was to see you crawl onto his bed, face down and ass up before Steve walked through the door and headed straight towards you.
Maybe he should be angry. Or jealous. Or pissed off. Maybe if he was normal, he would feel all those emotions at once and more. But in all honesty, watching his pretty girl be fucked dumb by his best friend was making him harder than anything ever had in his life.
“Fuck, Stevie,” you moaned, your lips pouted and swollen and he just wanted to bite them. “Feel so good, so fucking deep.”
“Yeah?” Steve groaned as he pulled your hips flush back against his. “‘m I fucking you better than your lil’ boyfriend, honey?”
“Mhm,” you nodded, pressing your face further into the pillow as his thrusts got faster, rougher, harder.
“Hear that, Munson,” Steve cooed mockingly. “Your girl loves my cock. Such a greedy lil’ thing, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”
“A cock-hungry whore,” Eddie remarked, a little breathless as he squirmed in his seat. He tried tugging on his hands once again, but the restraints remained tight and secure.
“All for me tonight,” Steve mused, his cheeks flushed and his lips turned upwards in a smirk. “Gonna have her screaming my name while you watch, Munson. Gonna have your girl squirting on my cock.”
“Please,” you begged, wiggling your hips back into Steve who only laughed and playfully slapped your ass.
“Patience, sweetheart, don’t wanna ruin the show for your boyfriend too soon,” Steve hummed, squeezing your ass before tapping your thigh. “Turn around, baby. Wanna give you a pretty, lil’ facial before I fuck you dumb. Give Eddie something pretty to look at when you’re screaming f’me.”
It was your own fault for not following the number one cardinal roommate rule and entering his room before knocking.
But in your defence, you had just assumed the worst case scenario would have been that Eddie would be exhausted from his late gig and passed out on his bed, over the sheets and still dressed in the clothes he left in. You didn’t think you would catch him in that act. And you didn’t think you would be the subject of his thoughts.
You met Eddie Munson when you showed up after seeing an advert in the local coffee shop pinboard about someone looking for a roommate for a fairly decent price. You had just moved to New York, a youth with an aspiring dream and a shit load of student debt that you didn’t want to think about. You were scrambling around to find a place to stay and it felt like fate when you saw the flyer on the board.
You didn’t realise how difficult it would be to share a flat with an up and rising musician—especially when he was gorgeous and made your heart feel funny. But you didn’t have time to let your attraction towards your new roommate get in the way of the plan you were following since you moved to the city.
And despite the butterflies in your stomach, you and Eddie ended up growing to be very good friends. He was funny and easy to talk to. He made you smile and he gave good advice, and when you needed it, he was always there to just hold you and watch a movie when you didn’t really feel like talking. He played you his music and you gave what little advice you could, and soon enough you valued your friendship far more than you valued your growing feelings for the boy.
You loved having Eddie as a friend. You loved sharing moments with him as a friend. You loved celebrating each other’s achievements.
And that was exactly why you barrelled into his room when you arrived home after a late night shift at the diner, seeing his shoes by the door and already knowing he was home. That was why you were buzzing with excitement, the letter in your purse feeling heavy as you pushed his door open, mouth open as you got ready to tell him the good news when—
“Fuck!”
You stood there, jaw slack and heart racing, as Eddie scrambled to grab his duvet and pull it over his lap. But it didn’t change anything. It didn’t change what you saw. It didn’t change the fact you couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking big his dick was.
“What happened to knocking?!”
“I—” You blinked, finally breaking out of your daze as your cheeks burned in embarrassment. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I just thought you would be sleeping or something and—”
“Is everything okay?” He asked in a softer voice, his eyes holding the concern he felt.
“No, yeah, everything’s fine! I’ll just, uh, leave you to…” You trailed off as you turned around with the full intention of walking out the room and hoping a sinkhole would swallow you whole. However, your morbid curiosity got the best of you and you were turning back on your heel, facing your roommate with your brows furrowed together. “Was that a fleshlight?”
“I—” Eddie choked on his own spit, his cheeks tinted a pretty pink colour as he cleared his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, it is. It gets a bit…boring to use my hand all the time.”
“Right,” you nodded, though your feet still didn’t seem to move. “I just…I thought they were only ever used in pornos.”
Eddie’s lips twitched upwards. “Maybe I’m a secret pornstar.”
“That wouldn’t surprise me,” you murmured with a snort.
“Would you watch my content?”
You froze, your heart feeling as though it stopped beating in your chest. “What?”
Eddie looked more nonchalant this time as he sat up in his bed, leaning back against the headboard like the whole interaction was normal and casual. “Would you watch my videos, sweetheart?”
“Maybe,” you answered weakly as your mouth ran dry at the idea.
Eddie watched you closely before he pulled the duvet off his lap, completely exposing himself now. You gasped but you didn’t look away, and it only made his smirk widen. You felt like you were lost in a trance as you watched his hands wrap around the toy, thick and heavy as he slowly worked it up and down his cock.
“It helps better to imagine,” Eddie spoke up, his breathing a little shaky as the debauched noise of him fucking the fleshlight echoed through his bedroom. “My hand ruins it. It breaks the fantasy.”
“Which fantasy?” You whispered, almost inaudible as your eyes remained locked on his cock.
“The one where I fuck you,” he stated, so blunt and casual that you almost choked on air as your gaze snapped up to his face. “The one where I fuck you all over this stupid apartment. On the couch. On the counter. In the shower. Where I sneak into your room when I hear those pathetic little moans you let out when you’re begging to come so I can show you how it’s really done.”
“Eddie,” you whispered, a heat in your stomach making your whole body feel like it was burning up.
“I hear you moaning my name,” Eddie gritted out between moans as his head fell back against the headboard. “Fuck, you sound so pretty when you say my name. Wanna hear the way you say it when I slide into you.”
A whimpering noise left your lips from the back of your throat as you squirmed in your spot.
“Shit, baby,” Eddie moaned as his hips bucked into the toy, his movements a little more frazzled as he reached his orgasm. “Wish I was coming inside you. Fill you up all nice and good before I show you off. My pretty, pretty girl.”
“I want that too,” you whispered, your chest feeling as though someone was seconds away from caving it in.
“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, something so primal and animalistic but it made you clench your thighs together. “Then be a doll and get those fuckin’ clothes off, darling. Gonna show you just how fast I can make you come over those lil’ fingers of yours.”
Steve leaning in real close to you, whispering a command.
“Just help me a little, honey. Gonna do some adjusting, go a little deeper. Can you handle me?”
You’re nodding, watching as his big and meaty palm jostles the flesh of your thigh into it, his fingertips scraping the back of your knee. He pushes your leg into a bend, before pressing it to your chest, squishing the fat of your breast, and he is putting his full weight down on your calve. His cock immediately presses in deeper, causing tears to gather at your lash line. Everything is sopping wet, overflowing, achey, and so damned warm. His thumb finds your cheekbone, pushing in.
“There we go. That’s a good girl. Wish you could feel how amazing your pussy is, honey. It’s my favorite place to be, you know that?”
And as he rocks inside of you, nose nudging your own, he doesn’t break eye contact one time.
okay but picture eddie and reader are besties and they take care of eddie after some party? he just stares into your eyes telling you how sweet and beautiful.
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Cute lil drunk Eddie being cute <3
Warnings: underage drinking (Reader and Eddie are over 18 but under 21), mentions of vomit (doesn’t actually happen)
WC: 749
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“Yeah, so then he tried to dunk the ball but ended up–oof,” you grunt as a warm body flings itself against your back. Two ringed hands snake their way around your waist.
“Hi,” Eddie says, resting his chin on your shoulder. He’s got a soft, dopey grin on his face.
“Eds,” you wrinkle your nose, “you smell like a barroom floor.”
He pouts, making his his big brown eyes even wider. “But I wore deodorant! And cologne!”
Robin clears her throat. “So, um, I’ll let you deal with that–” she points at Eddie, who is swaying lightly, “and we can continue this conversation tomorrow.”
You shoot her an apologetic look as you unwrap Eddie from your torso.
“What happened to, ‘don’t worry, I’m just gonna have a few beers’?” you scold him teasingly, but he’s too drunk to pick up on your tone.
“I was, but then I got sad, so Harrington gave me a drink that tasted really sweet, and I kept drinking it, and now here I am!” He tries to do a little spin and stumbles. You catch him, holding back a laugh.
“I’m gonna kill Steve,” you mutter, but then your thoughts are pulled back to something else Eddie said. “Wait, why were you sad?”
He looks at the floor. “’Cause you were talking to some guy,” he mumbles. “Didn’t like it.”
This time, you can’t hold back your laughter. “You mean Danny? We’re lab partners in chem and we were just talking about how hard the class is.”
“Didn’t like it,” Eddie repeats.
“Okay, Eds. I’m sorry. I won’t leave you alone again,” you tell him, reaching behind the couch for your jacket. “C’mon, I’ll drive you home.” You reach into his jacket pocket and grab his keys. In the three seconds it took, he’d forgotten that you were going home and started walking back towards the party. “Eddie!” you scold, grabbing his hand with a roll of your eyes. Babysitting him was not your plan tonight.
You get him in the van and start it while Eddie fiddles with the stereo. He finds an AC/DC cassette and cranks it up to the maximum volume.
“Stop that!” you hiss, turning it off completely. “Now you’ve lost your music privileges.”
“‘S not fair,” he whines, but rests his head on the seat. He’s so quiet for so long that you think–you hope–he’s asleep, until you feel his curly mop of hair tickling your cheek.
“What are you doing?” you giggle, pushing him off. “We’re almost home.”
“Just wanna look atchu,” he slurs, “because you’re s’beautiful.”
“All right, drunky boy,” you grimace as you smell the tequila on his breath. “Settle down.”
“I mean it,” he continues, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger. “You’re s’pretty an’ nice an’ pretty…”
You sigh. “Well, thank you.”
“’M gonna tell you a s-secret,” he hiccups. “I think I wan’ kiss you. Like, all the time. Like, be your boyfriend.”
You pull up to his trailer and throw the car in park. “Thank you,” you repeat yourself, taking none of this seriously.
“Can I do it? Pretty please?” He juts out his lower lip. “Jus’ one little kiss.”
“Eds, you’re wasted. You’re gonna wake up tomorrow and be so embarrassed, if you even remember any of this.”
He shakes his head vigorously and grabs the gearshift to combat the dizziness that ensues. “No, but I think ‘bout it even when I’m not wasted,” he presses, weaving his fingers into yours.
You remove your hand from his grasp. “Then we’ll talk about it in the morning and see if you still want it,” you reason, walking to his side of the van to help him out.
This seems to satisfy him, even temporarily. “Mmkay,” he agrees. “You gon’ sleep over?”
“I guess so. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t puke on yourself, and I feel bad asking Wayne to do it…again,” you reply as you guide him up the steps and through the front door.
Eddie flops into bed, still in his normal clothes. You’re too tired to attempt to get him to change, so you head to the bathroom to wash off your makeup and pull on one of his old shirts and boxer shorts.
You crawl into bed with him as you’ve done a million times before, only tonight feels different. He throws an arm over you and half-whispers, “Soon as I’m not drunk anymore, ‘m gon’ kiss you.”
orrr maybe earlier in the relationship with Janitor Eddie, they go through a haunted maze/haunted house together
falling |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|
prompt: a "haunted house" looks a little different at hawkins elementary's fall festival. apart of my spooky stories series <3
“Are you scared?” Eddie muttered, hands rubbing down your arms sweetly.
“Terrified.” You grin, turning to look back at him. “Think I should use the bathroom now? Might pee on myself, I’ll get so scared.”
A laugh bubbled up out of Eddie’s chest, dimples deepening with a stretched smile. “Yeah? Jeez, babe, now you’ve got me worried.” Eddie looked at the entrance of the small gym door- the old gym, from years and years before. The school still kept the building, used it for parties and storage- for the Haunted House during the Hawkins Elementary Fall Festival.
“Didn’t know your kids were this scary.” Eddie hummed, stepping up slowly as the line moved.
“Terrifying. You didn’t know?” You teased, eyes sparkling the way they always did when you joked with him. It made Eddie swoon. “Steve’s a lot braver than me. Offering to work it this year. He’s a Saint for that.”
“Yeah, he is…” Eddie muttered, hands balling in his leather jacket pocket. He definitely did it out of the goodness in his heart, and not the thirty dollar bribe Eddie gave him so he could spend the night with you.
“I’m excited to see it though.” You chirped. “They’ve been working so hard in art. We had to cut bats out the other day- do you know how hard it is to cut a bat with kiddie scissors?”
“Never tried, but I can imagine.” Eddie smiled. “I don’t know how your fingers even fit in those. My hands cramp thinking about it.”
“Years of practice.” You bump your hip playfully with his. “Pretty much an entire semester in college. I swear, all we did was cut construction paper and make arts and crafts for different projects. It was the best and the worst class. My hands were sticky for a semester.”
“That’s… wow, actually now that you say that, I do remember Steve taking that class.” Eddie laughed, curls bouncing with every soft shake of his head. “He was always covered in glitter. Just unexplainably glittery.”
You laughed, that crystal, beautiful laugh that had Eddie’s knees wobbling. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”
It was your turn next, stepping up to the small box where a student and chaperone sat. Amanda, from your class. “There’s just two of us.” You grin at her.
Her eyes flitted back from you and Eddie, grinning with her own excitement. “That’s two tickets.” She held her hand out, taking the tickets eagerly. The chaperone handed her the stamp, a scaredy cat outline in purple ink. She hesitated on Eddie’s hand, stamping it on his un-tattooed knuckles.
You waved goodbye, arm snaking around Eddie’s, pushing the streamers to the side. “Guess the secret’s out.” You mutter, the stamp glowing in the black light of the dark room.
“Guess so.” You could feel Eddie tense slightly, a shaky breath. “You-You’re cool with it?”
You rolled your eyes lightly. “Eddie, I don’t care what my fourth graders think about my love life.” You shake your head. “We’re gonna be a hot topic at recess, that’s all.”
“Yeah? Kinda boosts my ego.” Eddie puffed his chest out playfully.
“I can tell.” You giggle. “Head’s getting bigger already.”
“Could be my hair.” Eddie ran a hand down his curls. “Kinda hot in here. Think my curls are starting to frizz.”
“I think they look good.” You hum, smoothing a sweet hand down the curly locks, still soft and clean from the shower he took earlier. His hair was damp when he picked you up, from a rushed shower and too impatient to let it dry all the way; too excited to see you.
“Enter if you dare,” The dramatic, scary tone of Steve Harrington- in his Dracula ensamble- floated down the hallway. “And don’t touch, ok? Hands to yourself. Have a good time.” Steve nodded, letting the kids down the hallways, dark with animated, age appropriate scary sounds courtesy of the Halloween Screams CD playing on a loop.
“Hey, you’ve been in here three times, and you only have one stamp. You sneaking in here or just not leaving?” Steve frowned, stopping the boy in the Donatello costume.
You laughed, pulling Steve’s attention to you. He rolled his eyes. “Just- Last time or get in line like everyone else, alright?” Steve nodded towards the Ninja Turtle.
“What? You’re not doing the voice for us?” Eddie grinned, brows raised in amusement.
“Shut up, Munson.” Steve muttered, pulling the plastic fangs out of his mouth. “Shoulda charged you more.”
Eddie glared at him, eyes cutting to you. You were too busy looking at the decorations, waving to your own excited students. “Wow, Harrington. This is very scary.”
“Yeah? You jealous? Want to switch with me?” Steve snorted lightly.
“Oh, no.” You shook your head. “I would never want to deprive you of this. You’re really in your element.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up you two. You’re doing the Christmas party. You think candy is bad? Wait until it’s candy, and hot chocolate, and winter break. See who’s laughing then.” Steve quipped, an eye roll that had both you and Eddie laughing, leaning in to each other.
“Alright, go in. Don’t touch anything. These decorations are barely hanging on.” Steve pulled the curtain.
You clung to Eddie’s arm- for your students, you told him, so they would think you were scared. Eddie didn’t mind, of course. He was more than happy to have you on his arm. Watching your exaggerated expressions, the kids' dramatic scares and giggles that followed when they saw it was you. For once, whispers following when he passed down the hallways didn’t bother him. They were different from the ones from years before, when he was in Hawkins Elementary as a student, a lanky, skinny boy with holes in his clothes; who never had a Halloween costume unless he made one, and then the kids made fun of him.
He would have killed for a teacher like you. Someone who would’ve been kind to him. You brought in extra costumes, bought from the Salvation Army, put them in your treasure chest for the kids like him, who didn’t have a costume. You picked up shifts at Melvald’s to pay for extra things around the holidays, working on weekends and nights when you could for some extra money. Gave up your own time so your kids could be happy; it made Eddie’s head spin in the best way.
You sat across from Eddie on the wooden picnic table, cradling the plastic tray of cut apples and caramel sauce. “So what’s your fall snack?” You ask, head tilting gently towards him.
“My what?” Eddie blinked.
“Your fall snack?” You grin, wiping your hands on the thin napkins. “Y’know, like when fall comes, what’s the one thing you crave? Like caramel apples or pumpkin bread…”
Eddie smiled, he could feel himself blushing. He didn’t even know why he was blushing, yet the heat still rose from his chest and crept up his collarbones. He hoped you couldn’t see how flushed he was under the streetlights.
“Uh, I don’t really… Oh, wait.” Eddie grinned. “Fried apple pie with vanilla ice cream.”
“Fried apple pie?” You lifted a brow.
“With vanilla ice cream.” Eddie nodded. “You ever had one?” You shook your head.
“Oh, baby, I gotta take you. When I was little, Wayne would take me to this Amish grocery store out past the quarry. He always got a pie there for Thanksgiving, and he’d get me a fried apple pie and vanilla ice cream. I don’t even like vanilla, but with that? Life changing, baby.” Eddie grinned, sighing. It was heavy but not sad… nostalgic.
“That sounds amazing.” You grin. “I love vanilla ice cream.”
“I know.” Eddie smiled. He had remembered that. This summer, after a movie date, he’d taken you to an ice cream parlor. You’d sat in the booth, giggling over melting cones- your vanilla, his chocolate.
“I’ll, uh, I’ll have to take you sometime.” Eddie nodded, eyes cutting to you carefully. “If you want to.”
“Yeah,” You smile, nodding. “We should go sometime. Bring Wayne back a pie.”
“God, he’d love that.” Eddie laughed. He’d love you even more than he already does, Eddie mused. The old man was already egging Eddie on, better buy her a ring, boy, she’s a keeper. Eddie knew you were. He’d started saving for rings after your second date, but he’d never tell you that.
“Thanks for coming with me tonight.” You hum, your own smile small, a little shy. “I know this isn’t like a great date or anything, but my kids like to see me. I like to see them.”
“No, it’s… I had fun- I’m having fun.” Eddie stuttered, a little nervous. Did he look like he wasn’t having fun? Fuck, he was, he really was. Maybe he should have played it up with the kids, he just didn’t want to take away from you. They were your kids and he’d never want to step in front of you, steal your moment.
“Yeah?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. Eddie nods, brown eyes wide, curls bobbing. “I’m having fun with you too.” Eddie thought he might pass out.
“They were so cute, all their little costumes.” You smile, chin resting on your palm. “They get to dress up two times so I know they’re just over the moon.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Halloween party is Tuesday, right?” Eddie asked. He knew when it was, he was going to have to clean overtime for all the Halloween parties.
You nodded. “I can’t wait for you to see my costume.” You grin, brows bouncing playfully at him.
“I can’t either.” Your smile is contagious to Eddie, leaving him grinning and swooning. “You gonna go all in?”
“No,” You shook your head. “Just a costume. Nothing fancy. The kids like it, so…” You trail off. “It’s not new or anything, I wear it every year, but you’ve never seen it so new to you.”
“I can’t wait.” Eddie smiled, knee bouncing under the table.
“Are you going to dress up?” You asked, lashes fluttering towards him sweetly.
“No,” Eddie scoffed lightly. “I mean, I wasn’t going to. Don’t really have anything. Guess I could wear my Michael Myers mask with my coveralls?”
You laugh. “Yeah, think you’d really scare the kids.”
“That’s the point, right? What you’re supposed to do, right? Scare the shit out of them.” Eddie smirked.
“Might get fired, but worth it, right?” You jest back.
“Definitely worth it.” Eddie nodded. “Maybe I’ll wear the old coveralls in there. Say I’m dressing up as Sal.”
You laugh. “That would be really funny, actually.” Your eyes shone under the lights, bright and dazzling back at Eddie.
“Yeah? Alright, I’ll do it then.” Eddie nodded. “Sorry it’s not a surprise.”
“That’s ok. Mine will be more than worth it.” You smile confidently at him.
“I know it will be.” Eddie said quickly, eyes widening. Fuck, had he said that outloud? His eyes widened slightly, watching you carefully- bracing himself for the inward cringe, the snarl, things he was used to in the past. Not from you. No, all that came was a shy smile, chin ducking down to hide your flushing face.
“You want one?” You ask, breaking the silence with the slide of your tray towards him.
“I’m ok.” Eddie shook his head politely.
“C’mon, I know you want one.” You press lightly. “You paid for them.”
“Yeah, for you.” Eddie countered, giving you a pointed look. “But if you insist.” He hummed, grabbing a green apple, scooping a glob of caramel on it.
“Would never want to deprive you.” You wink, and Eddie nearly chokes on the chewed apple he’s swallowing.
One of your kids passes by, waving goodbye, holding their tired mom’s hand. You wave back politely to both of them.
“Hey, uh,” Eddie starts, sweaty palms rubbing down his jeans. He knows it’s the end of the night. You don’t have any plans further, not yet anyways. “Do you- You like scary movies?”
“Depends.” You hum, tossing the empty plastic away in the trash bin. “How scary are we talking?”
“Not crazy.” Eddie slides in beside you, arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his side. The rides and music are dying down, the Hawkins’ PTA lingering behind with large trash bags, loading station wagons. “Pumpkinhead?”
“Never seen it.” You shrug lightly. Eddie’s shoulders deflate, heart racing- should’ve said Carrie, he fuckin’ knew it.
“But I’ll watch it with you, if that’s what you’re asking.” Your eyes meet his, grip tightening around your shoulders.
“Are you sure?” Eddie falters. “I mean, I was just- we don’t have to.”
“No, I think that sounds nice. Very on theme for the night.” You smile, leaning into his side, your steps in sync. “One condition, though.”
Anything. “Yeah, what’s that?” Eddie swallowed, trying to fight back his smile.
“I get to put M&Ms in the popcorn.” You point at him playfully. “Non-negotiable, Munson.”
“Done.” Eddie shrugs, fishing for his keys. “M&Ms in popcorn, huh? You’re that typa girl?” Unlocking your door, pulling it open for you.
“You know I am.” You quip, sliding under his open arm, tossing him a wink before he shut the door.
Eddie was buzzing with excitement, a dopey smile on his face, too lovestruck to even care. An hour later, you were pressed into his side, head on his shoulder, a bowl of hot popcorn with M&M's scattered inside between the two of you. Eddie hoped you couldn’t feel how he got hard when your hands brushed in the bowl.
For your spooky stories could you do one where janitor!eddie and teacher!reader take Oliver trick or treating for the first time 🥹
new tricks, new treats |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|
apart of the oneforthemunny's spooky stories series :)
"Did you get the candy?"
"Yeah, I did. Just leave it on the porch?"
"Yes, but leave a sign for them to take one- I'll make it."
"Baby," Eddie grinned, lines by his eyes crinkling in amusement. "No kid listens to that sign."
"I did." You blinked.
Eddie laughed, ringlets bouncing when he shook his head. "Of course, you did."
You frowned lightly, brows pinching together lightly. "What's that supposed to mean, Munson?"
"Nothin', baby." Eddie shrugged, zipping up his own jacket.
His eyes scanned down your frame, over your Halloween sweater- purple, black, and orange with bats and pumpkins. You always wore it on Halloween for your kids, they always loved it. Eddie did too, found it irresistibly adorable. "Like that sweater on you."
You bit back a smile, rolling your eyes playfully. "Nice, change the subject." You grin, giving him a pointed look.
The doorbell rang, the bell trilling echoing through the house, Oliver's feet pounding on the hardwood, shouting, "Grandpa's here!"
Oliver's first Halloween under your and Eddie's care, and there was no way Wayne was missing it. Wayne's gruff, excited trill echoed through the house, mixing with Oliver's chipper ramblings. He was more talkative now, more comfortable.
"... And you're the Spider-Man, hm?" Wayne asked, looking down at the red and blue costume shoved over a jacket to make it a little lopsided and bulky. Your insistence, you didn't want him to get sick.
"Yes!" Oliver grinned proudly. "I have a mask, too! Let me get it- oof!" Oliver pivoted, launching himself into Eddie's legs accidentally. His shy, snaggletoothed smile looked up. "Sorry." He muttered before running down the hall.
"How're you, darlin'?" Wayne muttered, pulling you in for a hug.
"Good. How are you?" You hum back.
"Good, real good." Wayne grins. "Your boy's excited, isn't he?" Your boy. It makes your heart swell with warmth.
"He is." You beam to Eddie. "He's been talking about Trick-or-Treating all month."
"Wore his costume too." Eddie laughs, shaking his head lightly. "So excited for it."
"Good for 'im." Wayne smiles proudly. "How kids oughtta be. Excited for it."
Oliver runs back in, plastic mask over his face, eyes still shining through. "Woah! Lookie there!" Wayne exaggerates excitedly. "You look like the real deal, huh?"
"Yeah." Oliver nods, pushing the mask up. "I just can't shoot webs."
The three of you laugh, Eddie ruffling his hair lightly. Oliver looks out the window, seeing the other kids starts to move out. "Is it time? Can we go?"
"Yeah." You nod, checking your watch. "Let me set the candy bucket out."
"Go grab your bag for candy." Eddie nods, fishing out his pocket knife to cut open the plastic bag for you, dumping it in the bright orange, plastic bowl.
"It's the pumpkin bucket, Ollie! In my closet!" You call down the hall, opening the door to set the bucket outside.
"Bucket? The small one?" Eddie frowns lightly at you. "Thought that was just for school?"
"No, it's for Trick-or-Treating too." You match his expression. "Why?"
"Baby, that's- that's not gonna be big enough." Eddie smiles, shaking his head. "We're hitting every house, and Steve's neighborhood, maybe Wheeler's too if we play our cards right." You roll your eyes lightly at him, pulling on your jacket.
"Ollie, grab a pillow case from the hall closet, too!" Eddie calls, smirking at the stopping and starting up of footsteps again.
"Why a pillow case?" Oliver asks, coming down the hall with both in his hands.
"Because," Eddie sing-songs. "You can fit more candy in it. You want a lot of candy, right?"
"Yeah." Oliver's grin matches Eddie.
"Can you grab his hat, just in case?" You ask Wayne, pointing to the tiny red toboggan. "Ed, you have your keys?"
"Got 'em, sweetheart." Eddie pats his pocket. "You ready? Which way first, Oliver?"
Four hours and a pillow case full of candy later, Oliver was pressed into your side, sleeping peacefully still in his Spider-Man costume, chocolate still around his mouth. You credited the sugar rush as the reason he lasted so long before crashing at Steve's house. Robin had stopped by, more than happy to take her "favorite nephew" to the houses while you, Eddie, and Steve stayed at Steve's house and passed out candy, sipping warm spiked cider out of mugs.
"Think he had a good Halloween?" Steve grinned, stepping in from the back porch with Eddie from their post cigarette chat.
"I think so." You grinned, looking down at the small boy, lashes fluttering in slumber.
"Told me it was the best ever." Eddie beamed, eyes shining with pride and emotion. "The decorations really helped, thanks for that." Eddie nodded towards Steve.
The two men had spent a weekend in September setting up the outside with festive, spooky decor, even though it was too hot at the time. Oliver had loved it, the orange lights and fake skeletons on the path.
"That's gonna be tough to beat next year." Steve sucked in a breath playfully.
Eddie shrugged. "Got a year to plan."
"We're gonna have this candy until then." You laughed, looking at the open pillowcase on the coffee table, filled with colorful wrapped candies.
"Think he'd miss a Kit-Kat?" Steve smirked, swiping the red candy off the top of the pile.
"Nah, take whatever." Eddie snorted. "We're going through it later. Check it for needles, right, babe?" He winked at you.
You rolled your eyes lightly. "Yeah, I think Ed will find a lot of skeptical Reese's." You snort lightly.
"You want me to drive you guys home?" Steve asked, looking down at Ollie.
"You don't have to. I can carry him." Eddie shrugged.
"You sure? I don't care."
"I got him." Eddie nodded, lifting the sleeping boy up in his arms. You grabbed his things, holding the pillowcase. "Thanks, Harrington." Eddie muttered.
"No problem. Hey, Happy Halloween, guys." Steve smiled, giving you a small hug, opening the door.
You and Eddie started down the sidewalk, littered with leaves and candy wrappers. "Think he had a good one?" Eddie asked, streetlights reflected in his eyes when he looked at you.
"I think so." You whisper back, hand smoothing over Ollie's hair gently, his cheek smushed against Eddie's shoulder. "He had fun with you tonight. You're really good at this."
Eddie shook his head gently, thankful the night concealed his blush. "You are." You said sincerely. "This fits you, Munson. Being a dad."
"Thank you." Eddie nodded, voice tense with emotion. "It does you too, y'know. Bein' a mom. You're, like, so good at it, it makes me nervous sometimes."
"Nervous?"
"Yeah, nervous, like... how can a person be good at everything? But you are." Eddie admitted, chest hammering like the first time he asked you out on a date. That felt like a lifetime ago now.
You rolled your eyes lightly. "I'm not good at everything." You muttered, kicking a leaf lightly. "Not good at the superheroes and all the comics like you are."
"Yeah? That's because if Dustin." Eddie snorted lightly. "Kid won't shut up about them, but... guess it ended up working out in my favor." He hummed, looking down at Oliver.
You walked in comfortable silence, your arm wrapped around Eddie's arm lightly. The street was so quiet now, compared to the loud screeches and Halloween haunted tracks that boomed from before.
"You think Child's Play is still on, or think we missed it?" Eddie smirked looking down at you.
"I think it's still on, or one of those scary ones are." You roll your eyes lightly.
Eddie's dimpled grin makes you flush. "Wanna watch a movie and look through the candy? Make out a little?"
You laugh, turning down your own street, your tiny house in view. "Sure, but if Casper's on we're watching that." You give him a pointed look. "'m not watching anything scary and bloody and gross."
Thinking about best friend!Eddie finally working up the courage to ask you on a date to the movies.
His usual boisterousness is long gone as he holds open the doors to the Hawk so you can walk in. It's a place you've gone together a million times before, but tonight is different.
He insists on treating you to your favorite candy--okay, technically Wayne's treating, since he's the one who gave Eddie the extra cash and muttered, "it's about damn time." You cock your eyebrow, well aware that the theater's selection is overpriced, but Eddie dismisses your concern with a wave.
Once you're settled into your seats in the back row and the lights dim, you can feel Eddie shifting next to you. His arm drapes over the back of your seat; he's trying to play it casual, like it could either be a stretch or a cuddle, but he's hoping for the latter.
It's only a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity passes before you rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him and pressing a shy kiss to his cheek.
And even in the dark, you can see the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile.
Maybe could you write a dad Eddie x reader fic where penny wants to have a baby of her own so she can be a mom like reader
You were cuddled up to Eddie’s side on the couch, your toddler playing with her toys on the floor and your newborn curled in your arms, his face nuzzled against your bare breast as he nursed.
The TV was on, but you and Eddie had long forgone your horror and dark fantasy movies for child friendly films and shows like Sesame Street, which was currently displayed on the screen. It was far from your favorite thing to watch, for either of you, your daughter was entranced with reruns of the show, and had a special love for Kermit and Elmo.
“I’m telling you, there is no way they’re just roommates.” Eddie remarked with a scoff, during the Bert and Ernie segment.
“They so are! I mean, the romantic tension is obviously present but neither has acted on it yet. Ernie’s too oblivious to do anything about it, probably thinks it’s only one-sided, and if Ernie’s not showing his interest, Bert’s not gonna make a move.” You countered, sinking further into Eddie’s side. His arm was around your shoulders, hand stroking along your forearm before latching onto his son’s tiny sock covered toes and giving them a gentle wiggle to which baby Wayne curled his feet further into his body, depriving his father of access to his toes. It didn’t distract the little glutton from the task at hand, your baby just mouthed a little at your nipple, head moving around until it was in place before latching once more.
Eddie chuckled at that, watching with affection as his baby continued to stare up at you with wide eyes while he nursed, before his gaze moved back to the characters in question.
“Sweetheart, they are clearly in a domestic partnership, they’ve just grown very comfortable around each other. We don’t need to see their affection to know they’re in a relationship.”
“They sleep in separate beds, Eds.”
“Okay, you got me there.”
Penny chose then to get up from the floor, rushing over with the baby doll you’d gotten for her when you’d told her you were pregnant. She leaned against Eddie’s leg, resting her head on his thigh and letting him stroke over her curls before she pushed herself up and held the doll out to you.
“Is that your baby doll?” You asked, assuming she was trying to show it off and she nodded, continuing to extend it and you realized she was trying to give it to you.
“Hew you go, mama.”
You made sure your actual baby was secure against you, glancing down to meet his unwavering stare as he ate, satisfied grunts sounding from him every so often, before you took the doll into your free hand, “Oh, you want me to hold…her?”
You didn’t know what gender it was supposed to be, you’d heard Penny change it constantly.
“Uh huh!” She nodded, grabbing onto Eddie’s knee and using it to sway back and forth. Sounded simple enough, you could play along, “She’s hungwy.”
“You want to hand me her bottle then?” You could see the toy baby bottle, it had come included with, on the floor where Penny had previously been playing.
“No, you has to feed the babies.” Penny released her dad’s knee to poke at her chest with both index fingers. “Fom wight hew.”
You could hear and feel Eddie choke beside you, trying to muffle his laughter as you realized your toddler wanted you to breastfeed her doll.
“Oh. Um.” You tried to think of a way to get out of it, casting Eddie a glare when you caught sight of his wide smirk from your peripheral vision. “Brother is eating right now.”
“Udda one.” She pointed at your freed up, covered boob rather than the one your son’s wispy curl covered head was blocking for her.
Damn it, Penny was beginning to become too self aware.
Reluctantly, and very awkwardly, you held the baby doll’s plastic head against your other breast as Eddie literally started shaking against you. He might as well have just laughed outright with all the wheezing he was doing. Even Penny was casting him a few side-eyes.
You turned your head towards him, eyes narrowing as Eddie continued to try to muffle his amusement behind a fist, face turning red with his effort but not even his fist was large enough to conceal the grin at your expense.
Penny, however, looked like the cat who got the cream, happy you were once again complying with her demands.
You thought you’d be able to put the doll down once she went back to the toys, no luck, she’d apparently come over with the intention of watching you ‘feed’ her baby. So for like seven entire awkward minutes, you held the doll to your boob, its plastic face pressed against it, while she stared at you and Eddie suffocated on his amusement. The reason he didn’t just openly laugh at you was because he knew Penny would get mad at him. He could tell this wasn’t a game to her and if he laughed at something she didn’t intend to be funny, he’d have an angry toddler on his hands.
Then you’d be the one laughing.
Mercifully, Penny eventually grew bored of watching you and reached up for the doll, which you were all too happy to give back. “You want to burp her?”
The answer to that was no. Penny adjusted the baby doll in her hands until its face was smashed to her chest. It was half her size, but her motive was clear as she beamed up at you.
Summary: reader is too shy to ask Eddie to spit in her mouth. This has been sitting in the drafts for months.
Warnings: unprotected sex, spit kink, dom!eddie if I missed anything, let me know nicely.
A/n: I was going to make it longer but decided to just post it anyway. Divider by me.
18+ minors dni not proofread
"Feels good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" He purred as he lazily pumped in and out of your pussy. He already knew the answer he just needed to hear you say it. Hear you struggle to find the words. Your face hot and sweaty as Eddie tries to get another orgasm out of you.
One? Two? Three? You've lost count at this point. Your mind is foggy, and your body still shaking as it comes down from your previous release. Your clit sore from being overestimulated. "S'good." You managed to whine out. His pace ever so slightly picked up, causing your breath to hitch.
He loved you like this, your head empty with no thoughts other than about him. "Anything else in that empty head of yours, princess?" He teased as he pulled his cock all the way out of and rubbing your sore clit with his tip. You whined, throwing your head back at the abandonment.
You bit down on your lip, feeling your face grow hot. "N-no."
You were lying, and he knew you were. He wasn't going to give you what you wanted until he heard you say it. He was going to do everything in his power to hear you say those words. Even if it takes all night long.
"C'mon princess say it." His voice sang as he slid cock his in between your wet folds his tip brushing your clit ever so slightly causing your body to jerk. "Aww, is my girl going shy on me, hmm?"
You pout up at him as he continues to tease your pussy. Bringing his leaking tip to entrance, pushing it, and pulling it back out again. You're grew more and more frustrated as teased your pussy. You just wanted to cum again but he wasn't going to let you. Not until you tell him exactly what it is you need from him.
"I-im not shy....fuck!" You tried to defend yourself when you felt his cock slapping against your clit once more.
"Please be my good girl and say it." His tone came off gentle, but you can tell he's getting impatient.
He drags his cock through your wet folds again making a schlick noise as he did.
Eddies desperate to cum just as much as you are right now. He needs to see you come undone underneath him again. He needs to fill you up with his cum and watch spill out. His cock is practically aching for release at any moment now. "I'll make you cum again so fucking hard if you say it." He rasped.
You gulped. "Spit on me, please."
You finally said it, and you've never felt more relieved. You sounded so small when you said it, but you finally did it.
Eddie lets out a breathy laugh, exhaling deeply. "Where do you want it, baby?"
His gaze is so intense now as he looks down into your eyes, making your head dizzy.
"My mouth, please." You begged him.
"Open that pretty mouth for me." He instructed, caressing your jaw. You did as you were told immediately and opened up wide for him, sticking out your tongue. He brings his mouth closer to yours, letting some of his saliva pool in his mouth before spitting the liquid on your tongue. Your pussy fluttered feeling his spit drop on your tongue.
"Swallow." He tapped your cheek, and you do as you're told once more. You closed your mouth and swallowed.
With little warning he thrusts his painfully hard cock deep inside your pussy. He pauses for brief second not wanting to cum too quickly. Your pussy clenched around him as he spread you open. He pulls his hips back, snapping them back against yours roughly. Your pussy makes the filthiest noises as Eddie continued slamming his cock inside you.
Your slick, creamy coating his cock and saturating his balls. You can feel another orgasm approaching quickly as Eddie hits that spongey spot on your walls just right. Your moans are coming out as high-pitched squeals. Turning you into a blurbbering mess beneath him. You closed your eyes tight, feeling tears prickle in the corners. You grip his back, digging your fingernails into his skin. His hisses at the pain, but it only spurs him on more.
Your orgasm is intense, sending shockwaves across your body as it washes over you. Your pulse quickening as time feels like it has slowed down. Eddies pace picks up, pumping his cock harder until he was spilling his cum deep in you. He lets out grunt while coating your walls. Eddie toppled over, breathing heavily against your neck. His warm breath against your sensitive skin gives you goosebumps.
He lifts his head to look over at you. "See, that wasn't so hard to ask, now was it?"
Lately, I’ve never wanted to be Eddie’s princess more than I have these last couple of weeks. Someone to tie my shoes, hold my hand, feed me, wash my hair, coddle me, someone to cling onto whenever I want, I could go on. I’ve been so exhausted. Where’s my Eddie?!😫
Hiii babes! I’m sorry you’ve been so exhausted, I hope you enjoy these conversations and that you start having a better week!💖
-find all things Eddie x Princess here✨
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*Eddie knows sometimes you’re too tired to do anything and he doesn’t mind…he’ll just do it all for you*
“Hand.” “What was that baby?” “Hand…I need your hand.” “Oh sorry sweetheart…here you go…better?” “Yes…can you just lead me around? I’m too tired for this.” “Sure baby…we only need a few things so it’ll be a quick trip.”
“Honey?” “Yeah baby?” “Would you…would you mind feeding me?” “I don’t mind sweetheart…are you feeling okay?” “I’m just tired…exhausted really.” “We can make it an early bedtime tonight if you want sweetheart…maybe some extra sleep will help.” “I’d like that.” “Good…you ready?…here you go Princess…how’s that?” “Oh that’s yummy…you’re such a good cook honey.” “Thanks baby…now open…good girl…there you go sweetheart…just a few more bites.”
“Come on baby I know what you want so just come here.” “How’d you know?” “I just do so come on…my laps open and ready for you.” “Will you wash my hair later? I’m just having a bad day…” “Sure sweetheart…how’s this? Or do you need me to hold you tighter?” “Tighter please…” “Is this good?” “Perfect…love you honey.” “Love you too baby.”
“Shhh baby…just close your eyes and go to sleep.” “M’not sleepy yet…” “right and Harrington’s hair is naturally that fluffy…just close your eyes for me princess…” “Okay…they’re closed…” “good now just relax…” “my hair…play with my hair please…” “okay baby…that feel nice?” “S’very nice…m’sleepy.” “Good sweetheart…now just drift off to dreamland…I’ll be here when you wake up…” “love you…” “love you too baby.”
What about Janitor Eddie comforting Teacher Reader when an upset parent yells at her
"Hey, I gotta finish the fifth grade hallway, and then I'll- what's wrong?" Eddie's chipper tone fell flat, face falling with it when he saw you. Your shoulders tense, back turned, head tilted back towards the ceiling.
It wasn't unusual, he supposed, you could just be tired. But Eddie knew better, knew you better. And the small sniffle you gave was enough to solidify his theory- you were upset.
"Hey," Eddie's voice is a soft coo, shutting the door to your classroom gently. It wasn't like there was anyone really, at least that he could see, but the privacy was reassuring. "What's wrong? What happened?"
You inhale long, slow through your nose, thumbs pressed to the bottom of your lashes to keep your tears in. "It's stupid." You blubber through a half laugh coasting on a sob. "It's so stupid. I-I shouldn't even care-"
"-Baby," Eddie sighed softly, stepping towards you, hands balled in the pockets of his coveralls. "What's goin' on?"
Your lip quivered, barely, but enough for Eddie to catch on to it, his heart lurching. "I...I had that parent-teacher meeting, ya know?" Your glossy eyed gaze met his, his head bobbing. "And-And I was trying to explain that she has some trouble with reading. Nothing bad! But, ya know, just some struggles." Your voice cracked, looking down at your desk. "And-And her mom went insane. Accused me of calling her daughter stupid, and-and I would never-"
"-Of course not." Eddie nodded sincerely, chest boasting with protectiveness. He knows you never would, wouldn't ever even think that.
"I just... I was offering to help her, ya know? Tutor her, work with her, teach her some tricks if she is mixing up the letters, and-and her mom told me I was unfairly targeting her." Your shoulders shudder, and Eddie can feel his heart tear. "She wants to talk to Daniels tomorrow morning, and-and I was just trying to help."
You sounded so defeated, so sad. Eddie wasn't sure if the lump in his throat was out of sympathy, maybe anger at that mother who dared to insult you- insult your character. Didn't she know you were the best person on the planet? A literal angel on Earth, at least in Eddie's eyes.
"C'mere." Eddie muttered, reaching over to you, pulling you into a hug. It was tight, warm, covered over you entirely and held you close. A blanket of comfort that had you melting into his touch, swaying with you gently, a hand running down your spine.
"You know you were trying to help, and that's all that matters." Eddie muttered into your scalp, your hiccuping breath making his eyes squeeze shut. "And Daniels will know that, too."
"I'm not even worried about that." You admitted, swiping at the tears that rolled down your cheeks. "I just... I don't want her to think I-I'd ever think she was dumb or something. That it's not normal to need help sometimes, that there's something wrong with that."
"I know," Eddie soothed, his voice a soft coo that had you finally melting under his touch. "I know, sweet girl. And she'll know that too."
You pressed your cheek against his chest, letting him rock you slowly, a gentle sway that had you calming. "I'm sorry." You blubbered, wiping your wet cheeks. "That was... I didn't mean to be so emotional."
"Stop." Eddie shook his head, hands rubbing down your arms soothingly. "Don't say that. 's ok to be upset, that was upsetting."
You tried to swallow the burn in your throat, taking a cleansing breath. "Thank you." You sighed slowly. "I, uh, I just have to pack up really quick."
"No rush, honey." Eddie smiled. "'m gonna sweep the fifth grade hall and we can go. Take your time."
𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭 | steve harrington & eddie munson x reader
summary | steve and eddie are hunting through the forest at night looking for you... but don't worry, they promise they're not gonna hurt you. (based on an anonymous request I got for predator/prey and size kink with dark!steddie that was supposed to just be a drabble... oops.)
word count | 3.7k
warnings | dark (cnc aka noncon!!), smut (oral m and f receiving, creampie, pearl necklace, rough sex, outdoor sex, threesome, spitroast), hunting and predator/prey kink, size kink (meaning the reader is implied to be petite once or twice), degradation, humiliation, forced orgasms, aftercare, roleplay
18+ only, dark themes, read the warnings!
"Come out, bunny," Steve cooed as he shined his flashlight through the trees. "What are you hiding for?"
"She's just a little scared," Eddie explained, calling out into the woods as he continued, "aren't you, babydoll? It's okay, we don't bite."
"Speak for yourself," Steve laughed, and Eddie shoved him on the shoulder.
You shifted against the ground you were sitting on, trying to keep your leg from falling asleep, but froze when you heard a twig snap under you. "Ohh, d'you hear that?" Eddie purred.
"Yeah," Steve breathed, "is that you, bunny? We just wanna talk, okay?"
You covered your mouth when you felt the tree behind you shake. "This isn't gonna take too long, is it?" Eddie groaned to Steve. He was casually leaning on the tree you were hiding behind; of course he was. You shut your eyes and tried not to breathe.
"Just keep looking, okay?" Steve replied. "It's gonna be worth it."
"Well, I knew that," Eddie purred, "been waiting too long to get a taste of that little pussy... what are you gonna do to her, when we find her?"
"I want her mouth first," Steve answered confidently, "you know the ones that act like they don't want it get so wet when they get a taste of some cock."
Eddie chuckled in agreement.
"How about you?"
"Oh god, I dunno— where to start, right?" Eddie laughed. "All I know is where to finish: those tits."
"Now, don't get me wrong," Steve countered, "I like the way you think but... man, I've been waiting to come inside her for weeks. She's gonna try to get me to pull out, though, so you've gotta help me keep her still."
"Didn't think you needed help holding down a little girl, Harrington," Eddie mocked.
"Trust me," Steve warned him, "she's tiny, but she's tough. Not that she'll give us much trouble— just as long as we work together."
"Right," Eddie decided. "Oh, by the way, I almost forgot..."
There was a moment of silence, and you wrinkled your eyebrows together as you hoped to listen in closer. Why would they have just stopped talking so suddenly?
You leaned a little closer to the other side of the tree— maybe they were whispering or something— but all you heard was the slightest rustling of leaves. You dared a glance over your shoulder: your heart stopped when you saw Eddie's face right there, smiling wide at you as he crouched on the ground.
"Boo."
You jumped up as fast as you could, breaking into a sprint; they didn't start after you right away, they were letting you get ahead on purpose, you knew that-- because if he wanted to, Eddie could've just grabbed your ankle right as you got up and you would've been done for.
That was the worst part of it: they were so sure they would get you in the end that they were letting you tire yourself out just for fun. You should just be thankful for the sliver of a chance... but instead, you were terrified of how much worse they were going to make it for you, as punishment for not just surrendering in the beginning.
You ran like you’d never run before, the adrenaline coursing through you keeping the soreness in your legs from bothering you too much; you dodged trees and branches, hoping to be light enough on your feet to dodge the twisted roots coming out from the dirt. Your sneakers were struggling to keep traction on the damp ground— it had just rained this afternoon, even now it was still a little foggy from the moisture in the air— but you managed to stay upright even when you almost slipped a few times.
You knew they were gaining on you because you could hear them laughing. One more reminder that this was just a game for them— but it was all but life or death for you.
Steve caught up with you first, but he didn’t grab you; instead, he shoved you down, knocking you into the dirt, where you crawled pathetically until he grabbed you by the ankles.
“No!” you yelped.
“Shh, not gonna be so bad,” Steve promised as he turned you over— Eddie was standing just over his shoulder, and he bent over to rest his hands on his knees as he panted from the run. “We just wanna talk, right?”
“Right,” Eddie agreed.
“Get up,” Steve snarled at you as he grabbed your hand and yanked you onto your feet; you yelped, struggling to find your balance, and he held your arms behind your back as Eddie stalked around you in a half-circle, like he wanted to see you from every angle.
"Oh no, little babydoll got dirty, huh?" Eddie laughed, noticing how the dirt and mud clung to your dress. “Let's get you out of these filthy clothes, sweetheart…”
Steve kept you from struggling too much as Eddie roughly tore your clothes off, his tongue poking out from between his lips as he forced the fabric to rip. You mumbled, “No, please… don’t…” as he ripped your bra away, but he ignored you— and he snapped through your panties in a second.
“There we go,” he purred as you hung your head low, his eyes and hands exploring your naked body hungrily. “So sick of you hiding from us, babydoll— hiding in this dark forest, hiding those cute tits— and your pussy, it’s wet, isn’t it?”
Steve kicked your legs apart, and Eddie reached between them. You tried to wiggle away, but Eddie smacked you across the face.
“Stop moving,” he warned harshly, ringed fingers groping around your pussy until he felt your soaked folds. He looked at Steve, who looked back at him, and smiled. “Oh, Harrington, she’s soaked…”
“Knew it,” Steve laughed.
“You caught her— you go first,” Eddie offered.
“Aww, thanks man!” Steve declared, before turning you around and shoving you down onto your knees. “You know how to do this, don’t you?” he asked gruffly as he started to unbuckle his belt right in front of your face. “I feel any teeth, I’ll fuckin’ knock them out, okay? So be good.”
You winced as Steve pulled his erection out of his boxers, trying to turn away— but a hand on your head stopped you. You only knew it was Eddie’s because you could feel his rings against your scalp.
“Open your mouth,” Steve ordered. You did nothing; Eddie put his other hand on your chin, pulling your mouth open as you groaned in pain. Steve slipped his cock inside, running it over your tongue with a groan before he plunged a little deeper. “Fuck, c’mon, suck on it,” Steve encouraged.
Reluctant, but low on options, you closed your lips and hollowed your cheeks.
“Hah, figured you knew how to do this,” Steve breathed, tilting his head back. “You act so innocent, but you love this, don’t you? Slut.”
Steve’s hand smacked your cheek, and you whined around him. “Think she can take it a little deeper?” Eddie asked him from behind you, and you saw him nod. Eddie bent down slightly to speak closer to your ear. “What do you say, babydoll, wanna choke on Stevie’s dick?”
You shook your head, but as soon as you did, Eddie pushed your head down to force Steve’s cock right into your throat. You struggled and fought for air, pushing on Steve’s thighs desperately, but it was no use.
“Fuck,” Steve groaned, “fuck, don’t let her up yet.”
“Not yet,” Eddie agreed, “just a few more seconds…”
It felt like ages, but he did let you go; you pulled back with a gasp and a sputter, coughing vigorously as Steve and Eddie laughed at you. You yelped as Eddie pulled you up onto your feet suddenly, his hand on the back of your head again to force you to bend at the hips.
“You can keep going,” he told you, like it was an offer and not an order. “I’m just gonna fuck you while you suck on Stevie’s cock, babydoll.”
You opened your mouth to try to convince him not to, but Steve filled it again before anything could come out; you mumbled uselessly around him, his hands gripping either side of your head to hold you steady as he groaned. “Such a sweet little mouth,” Steve sighed, “just like I imagined it. How’s her pussy feel, Munson?”
“About to find out,” Eddie replied, rubbing his fat head between your other lips. “Wanna bet she’s tight?”
“Oh, I know she is,” Steve insisted; and with a rough push, Eddie filled your hole. It made you moan around Steve’s cock, which made him moan, too.
“Fuck, we were right,” Eddie breathed, “so fuckin’ tight. Nice and warm, too— just been waitin’ for this dick, haven’t you, babydoll?”
You couldn’t say much, feeling horribly full and a little dizzy and totally used up. They both fucked you relentlessly, neither offering much patience or mercy, or even sympathy for the fact that you were already being fucked so hard by someone else.
“Oh my god, she keeps getting more wet,” Eddie laughed, reaching around your hips to slide his fingers over the drips of arousal running down your thighs. Steve pulled your head off of his cock, and you panted with an open mouth as he pushed you down lower.
“Lick my balls,” he demanded, and you grimaced a little but stuck your tongue out further. He moved your head how he wanted it, rocking his hips against your face a bit; his cock, slick from your spit, rubbed against your face and got you all slimy. “Fuck, that’s good…”
“Dirty bitch,” Eddie laughed, smacking you on the ass— a whine jumped out of your wide-open mouth.
“What?” Steve wondered.
“She clenched on me,” Eddie noticed. “You like licking Harrington’s balls, babydoll?”
“Fuck, that is nasty,” Steve chuckled, looking down at you. “You’re really a filthy fucking slut, huh? Why don’t you just admit it?”
He tugged on your hair, keeping your face still so he could give it a few more smacks. “Just say it, baby,” Eddie encouraged as well.
“I-I’m a…” you swallowed thickly, shutting your eyes so you could force the words out, “I’m a f-filthy fucking slut.”
Steve held his cock, smacking you lightly on the face with it— when he pressed his balls up to your chin, the tip reached your forehead. “Look how big it is compared to her,” Steve told Eddie with a wide grin.
“Fuck, she’s so little,” Eddie cooed.
“Or I’m so big!” Steve defended.
“I mean, both,” Eddie offered.
“Thanks,” Steve rolled his eyes.
“Tell him his cock is big, sweetheart,” Eddie instructed you— and his hand slid up your thigh to pinch your clit. You whined loudly, trying to press your thighs together, and he laughed. “Tell him, baby, and look at him while you say it.”
You looked up at Steve, who had his eyebrows raised expectantly when he met your gaze. “You, um… you have a big cock, Steve.”
“See? Told you,” Eddie sing-songed.
“And how does Eddie’s cock feel, huh, bunny?” Steve asked you in return.
“I-it hurts,” you whined.
“Y’know, I was trying to get her to say it felt good,” Steve told Eddie, “but that might be more of a compliment.”
“Yeah, she can bitch about it all she wants,” Eddie chuckled, “I know she likes getting this pussy stretched out. Don’t ya, little girl?”
Another hard pinch on your clit made you gasp: “F-fuck, fuck yes,” you sighed, “I like it…”
Eddie moaned lowly as he fucked you faster. “You like it enough to come?”
You whined, but he started to rub your clit hard and fast; it made your legs shake, and you heard Steve laugh a bit. “Is she close?” he asked Eddie.
“Yeah,” Eddie panted, “wanna cream for me, babydoll? Go ahead and do it.”
“Think she’ll come faster if she’s sucking me again?” Steve wondered.
Eddie laughed; “Definitely.”
Steve pushed his cock back into your mouth, making you choke and gag again as the pressure on your clit nearly became too much to bear. You hated that that actually worked, but it did— maybe the benefit was your orgasmic moans weren’t quite as embarrassingly loud, but Steve got a nice view of your eyes rolling back in your head.
“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, “good job, babydoll— coming nice and hard on my cock, feels so good…”
You were drooling all over both of them, in two different ways, and your hearing was a little fuzzy but you caught them both mocking you a bit for it.
“Gonna pull out and coat those tits soon,” he warned, “just like I said I would. Did you get wet when you heard me say that, baby?”
You did, but obviously you didn’t say anything; you were too weak to hide your own moans now, and the hands in your hair and on your hips were the only thing holding you up now.
“Fuck, fuck, turn her around, Steve,” Eddie ordered; they both pulled out quickly and Steve grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to kneel and look up at Eddie. He stepped up to you, one hand a silvery blur over his cock as he stroked himself, the other pushing your hair back and holding your head. “Good girl, want this come all over your tits?”
Again, you didn’t need to answer, it was irrelevant anyways; a second later, he was groaning loudly as come shot out and landed in haphazard stripes across your chest. Your nipples were getting harder, for no good reason, and Steve watched it all with a proud look on his face. Eddie’s lip curled as he looked down at you, jerking his cock until every drop was on your tits; he sighed, and smiled.
Just as you were appreciating the brief moment of peace, Steve roughly yanked you up onto your feet and pressed himself up behind you. “My turn,” he grunted as he suddenly and roughly filled you with his cock.
You whined and dropped your head limply, feeling Eddie’s spend starting to cool on your chest. He had already put his cock back in his jeans, and was watching the scene before him with a grin. “Be good for Stevie,” he cooed at you, holding your jaw in his hand and forcing you to look up at him. “He wants to come inside you, nice and deep… last I heard.”
“Yep, still do,” Steve interjected, “wanna— ah, fuck— wanna fill this cunt.”
“No, please, please,” you whimpered.
“Take it all, sweetheart,” Eddie ordered you with a grin, “take all that fuckin’ come— and be grateful that Steve wants to give it all to you. You should be fucking grateful.”
You whined through your teeth.
“You should thank me for coming on your tits,” he snarled. “Say it, bitch.”
He smacked you across the face, and the words spit out of your mouth. “Thank you!”
“Mm,” he hummed proudly, “such a good girl… obedient little slut.”
“I’m close,” Steve blurted out suddenly.
“She’s tight, right?” Eddie grinned up at him. “Makes it hard to last.”
“F-fuck, yeah, it does,” Steve agreed breathlessly.
“You don’t need to,” Eddie explained, “she’s just a fuckin’ toy. Don’t need to make her come.”
“But I— I sorta wanted to feel it,” Steve admitted.
“Oh, yeah, it feels so good havin’ that pussy squeeze you,” Eddie agreed, “even better knowing she can’t help it. Can you, little babydoll?” he giggled at you as he pinched one of your cheeks. “Here… I’ll help you get her there, Harrington.”
Eddie reached between you legs again, pinching your sore bud just below where Steve was ruthlessly fucking into you. You sobbed and shuddered, fighting the overwhelming sensation.
“She’s already so close,” Eddie noticed with a purr, “damn Harrington, you’re good at this.”
“Th-thanks,” Steve grunted, “god, I can’t hold on much longer…”
“Come on Stevie’s cock,” Eddie ordered you, “mhm, just like that— give him a nice big squeeze, you dumb fucking whore.”
You came with a choked sob, insides tightening on Steve— who followed suit a split second later, groaning loudly and digging his fingers into the sensitive skin of your hips as he came. “Fuck, fuck!” Steve moaned.
And that was when he dropped you, right into the dirt again, laying limp and helpless at Eddie’s feet. They both stepped closer to you, crouching down beside where you were blinking up blankly at the starry night sky. Eddie sat on the ground, lifting you up to rest your head on his lap; Steve pet your hair as you fluttered your eyes shut.
“Gimme a nod if you’re okay, princess, please?” Steve asked right away. Your head was heavy from exhaustion, but you managed to nod, and he smiled down at you. “Had me worried for a second there…”
“She’s tough, Harrington, give her some credit,” Eddie chuckled. “You know she can handle a lot. And it was all her idea in the first place.”
“Yeah, true,” Steve nodded, brushing his hand over your face lightly. “You did so good, babe, we’re both so proud of you!”
You smiled dreamily, squeezing Eddie’s hand.
“Wanna go home now, sweetheart?” Eddie asked quietly, and you nodded again. “Okay, let’s get you all cleaned up…”
They cleaned you up alright… your back on Eddie’s chest in the bath, Steve in front of you, both of them helping wash you off— inside and out.
You whined a little as Eddie’s fingers slid over your sore cunt. “Shh, just getting all’a Stevie’s come out,” he explained, “don’t get fussy.”
It hurt a little, but you could take it— and they had to get you clean. You were a bit out of it still, but mostly coming back to reality, which is why you noticed Steve’s focused efforts lathering soap on your skin. “S’it just me, or are my tits gonna be super clean after this?” you smirked.
“She’s onto you, Harrington,” Eddie laughed.
It was working, though— your nipples were hard and sensitive from the attention, and Eddie must have noticed how much you liked it since he could feel your hole clenching while he was trying to clean it up.
“You know I can hold my breath for three minutes, right?” Steve reminded you, and you laughed as you nodded. “How long do you need?”
“Depends how good you are,” you challenged.
“Oh, don’t taunt his ego, princess,” Eddie cooed, “now he has to do it.”
“Yup,” Steve agreed, taking a big breath before dropping down under the water’s surface.
Eddie pulled his hands out of the water, resting them on the sides of the porcelain tub; you felt Steve’s mouth latch onto you a second later, and you gripped Eddie’s wrists tightly. “Feels good?” Eddie assumed.
“Y-yeah,” you breathed. Steve’s tongue danced up and down across your folds, and the texture felt different with the water than it normally did; not better, not worse, but definitely very different.
“Mm,” Eddie hummed as he moved his hands away from the edge of the tub, rubbing your shoulders gently instead. “You like how Stevie eats your pussy, princess?”
“Fuck, fuck yeah,” you groaned, “he’s— fuck, he’s got his tongue inside me now.”
“Keep telling me about it,” Eddie requested, kissing down your neck. Your back arched, and you felt Eddie’s cock rub up against your lower back.
“He’s… god, Eddie, he’s licking my clit,” you whimpered, “feels so good…”
“Yeah? I know how sensitive your little bud is,” he cooed. “You can tug his hair if you want him to go harder.”
“Shit, dunno if I can take it,” you admitted.
“Then I’ll do it,” Eddie grinned, reaching underwater and grabbing a tight hold of Steve’s floating locks. It worked; you yelped as Steve wrapped his lips around your clit and suckled hard, your hips starting to shake.
“Oh, fuck!” you shouted, shutting your eyes tight.
“Not too much for you, is it?” Eddie grunted. “You can take it, princess, I know how strong you are— I know you can let Stevie eat that needy little pussy as long as he wants…”
You tried to arch your back deeper, but Eddie used his other hand to hold your hips and keep them pressed forward by Steve’s face. Another jerk on Steve’s hair made him put his tongue inside you again, deeper this time, licking over your g-spot as you whined. “Steve!” you shouted out.
“Do you think he can hear you under there?” Eddie wondered. “Let’s get you a little louder, just to make sure.”
Eddie sucked on your neck, the hand on your hips moving and groping your tits instead before pinching and toying with your nipples; you jerked wildly, Steve only managing to stay latched onto you when Eddie let go of his hair. Steve’s hands held your thighs tight, not enough to keep you still but at least keep you mostly in one place. “Steve!” you sobbed. “St-stevie, fuck, m’gonna come!”
Eddie’s moan was muffled on your skin.
You came with a cry— you were burning up, you didn’t even notice that the water was getting cold. You whined and sobbed and blabbered about how hard you were coming, about how good it felt, until the waves subsided and all your energy was gone.
You went limp against Eddie, and Steve reappeared with a grin as he pushed his wet hair back. “Well, I think we finally wore her out,” Eddie noticed as he looked at you— half unconscious with your head draped on his shoulder.
“Wanna take her to bed?” Steve suggested.
“Always,” Eddie grinned.
“I mean to sleep,” Steve chuckled.
“Oh— yeah, I think it’s babydoll’s bedtime, hm?” Eddie teased lightly, holding your sides.
After they helped you dry off and get in your jammies, they pulled you into the covers, and even though you were almost completely out of your mind, you instinctively latched onto Steve and cuddled up close to him; he smiled and pet your head, just as Eddie slipped in behind you and wrapped you both up tight in his arms.
“Good job today, princess,” Eddie whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “So good for us.”
“Sleep tight, okay?” Steve requested. “‘Cause we’ve got so much more to do tomorrow.”
You were whispering, almost nose to nose with the boy and you felt his huff of laughter fan over your cheeks, your lips.
“Really?” Eddie murmured back, just as soft, his hands curling over your waist and he shifted you closer to him, legs tangling warm beneath the sheets.
“Mhmm,” you nodded, nose nudging his now, his curls mixing with your own sleep mussed hair. “One from Jerry’s? Cookies and cream.”
The light that seeped in between the crack in the curtains bathed the bedroom in a warmth, the orange yellow glow making the corners of the small apartment bedroom seem cosier than they were. But there were mounds of blankets on the bed, too many pillows and Eddie ran like a space heater, so the January chill barely touched your bare skin.
“Extra large?” Eddie mused, his hand sneaking underneath your sleep shirt - his shirt - and curling around the swell of your tummy. “One big enough for both my babies, yeah?”
You were two months, almost three, your stomach protruding more than it had last week, firmer than before but barely noticeable under Eddie’s sweaters that you liked to steal. But your cravings were at an all time high, the need for sugar hitting you constantly, baby wanting something sweet no matter what time it was.
You groaned a little dirty, eyes closed and mouth curled into a smile, lips pressing to Eddie’s cheek in a kiss that he happily accepted. He pulled you closer still, ran a hand down your sleep warmed leg and hitched it to his hip, burying his face into the crook of your neck. He smelled like your shampoo, laundry detergent from the fresh sheets and spice. The lack of smokiness was something you were still getting used to, but as soon as the boy found out you were pregnant, he threw out every carton of cigarettes he could find in the apartment.
“Sounds real nice,” you hummed. “Like, really, really nice.”
“Is that a hint?” Eddie asked and you could hear the smile in his voice even though you couldn’t see him.
You curled a hand into his hair, carding your fingers through the strands and Eddie sighed happily, nipping sweetly at your neck, your jaw. “Maybe,” you whispered.
Eddie pulled back and pushed himself up into his elbows, his bare chest against yours as he leaned in for a kiss. He was all leftover toothpaste and Eddie, sweet and soft and warm. His gaze flickered to the digital clock on the nightstand, the red numbers flashing at him.
“S’almost two,” Eddie told you, voice mild.
You just curled two fingers into the silver chain that hung from his neck and pulled him back down to your mouth, lips sweet on his, this kiss softer and slower and full of a promise.
“Please?” You whispered against him. “Your baby wants something sweet.”
“Which one?”
You grinned, “both.”
Eddie rolled his eyes but it was all affection, one hand pushing at your jaw all fond so he could steal one more kiss out of you before he was rolling out of bed and shrugging on a shirt and sweats.
That’s how you ended up in the front of the car, knees pulled to you chest and socked feet on the chair. Eddie directed all the vents to you as the car got warmer, grumbling about how his van didn’t take this long to heat up but he smiled when you pouted.
“The van wasn’t suitable for a baby seat, Teddy,” you reminded him.
“You weren’t sayin’ rhat when we conceived the little devil in the back of it,” Eddie shot back but he was grinning and pulling out of the street, heading towards the truck stop outside of town.
The sign for Jerry’s diner was lit up in neon turquoise and fuschia, a beacon in the night and you clapped your hands when Eddie turned off the freeway, ignoring the way he laughed at you. But he gave you a kiss as sweet as the milkshake when he dove back into the car with it, hands cold from running across the lot
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