Okay no but like, I am still SO ENAMORED by this transition y’all, ‘cause when Dorothy opens the door of the house onto the colors of Oz, the inside of the house is still sepia toned. And they did that by literally making the interior and the costume and everything SEPIA TONED. You had a double for Judy Garland in a specifically-created sepia-toned dress, in a sepia-toned set, opening the door, backing out of frame, and then the Dorothy that steps back into frame is Judy Garland in her full color costume and makeup, stepping out into the color set.
It’s just
Y’all it’s such a GREAT EFFECT, and this was before computer effects and green screen, it was all practical and yeah it feels like nothing now, but at the time, man, not only was technicolor new, but I’m pretty sure no other movie had done a transition out of b/w or sepia into color, and even knowing it was a technicolor film, that must have just been fucking wild to see! It still is wild to see!! It’s so good.
The technique of switching between double and main actor without an edit is called a Texas Switch and it's still used today, it's very neat to have something so simple yet tricky persist pretty much just because it genuinely looks better to do it with timing than with editing.
this….became a whole thing. thank you for fueling my jealousy kink <3
rated M, i guess? 🫡
Chrissy was supposed to be having fun at this party.
They’d just graduated earlier that afternoon — after countless hours of tutoring and hard work from Eddie, they had walked across the stage for their diplomas, kissing Hawkins High and all the monotonous drama goodbye. For good.
Steve had been the one to decide to throw a party for her, Eddie, Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan — in his perpetually parent-free home surrounded by other outcasts, freaks, nerds… their friends. Her new friends.
Which is why, she didn’t understand why he had to invite Tammy Thompson of all people.
It was no secret that her and Eddie used to hook up while she was a senior, and he was also a senior, for the second time. She was deep in the music scene around the town back then, and it only made sense for their paths to cross at various open mic nights and whatever gigs they could their hands on.
It was fine. That was a while ago, and it was before she knew Eddie. Really knew him — fought monsters with him, smashed bats in the head with him, cried with him, healed with him.
But despite everything, Chrissy was still single. They had yet to discuss whatever it was that was floating around between them, even after everything they’ve gone through. The longing touches, the meaningful glances, the hidden depth behind their words.
And if she was still single — that meant Eddie was, too.
From the look of things, Tammy was very aware of that.
Chrissy sat in a slumped position on the couch, sipping from a plastic cup with Robin in her ear gushing over Nancy’s valedictorian speech. The words sounded like feet splashing in a puddle, nonsense to her ears as her gaze stayed locked on Eddie.
He stood in the corner with Tammy and Steve, the two boys watching with enamored expressions as the bubbly blonde spoke with her hands, grinning with bright, sparkling straight teeth. Chrissy’s tongue ran over her own crooked front tooth subconsciously.
Steve walked away at some point during the conversation, giving Tammy room to step closer into Eddie’s space. Her hand reached out towards his chest, brushing over the logo of his band t-shirt — and to Chrissy’s absolute horror, he didn’t pull away.
The plastic of the cup in her hand crinkled a bit under the force of which she gripped it.
“Uh oh,” she heard Robin smirk at her side, the freckled girl nudging her shoulder. “If looks could kill, Chrissy Cunningham, we’d be digging Tammy a grave by sunrise.”
With a huff of a breath, Chrissy passed her drink to Robin wordlessly.
She wasn’t jealous. Eddie could talk to whoever he wanted. But he’d barely spoken to her through the entire party, and now he was making heart-eyes at Tammy right in front of her — what was she supposed to do?
Of course, that came with the fear that she’d been reading too far into things. That the looks and words sent her way over the course of the last few months didn’t mean anything. That he just saw her as a friend after all.
But she quieted those voices in her head as soon as they drifted into her subconscious. She knew him better than that. Spoken or not — there was something there. They were a big something. She knew she was his. And she hoped he was hers.
Only one way to find out, right?
With purpose in her steps, Chrissy smoothed down the fabric of her dress and marched right over to the pair, slinking up against Eddie’s side. His gaze fell to her, a greeting falling flat on his lips as Chrissy slid one arm around his back — the other coming to rest on his chest, simultaneously pushing Tammy’s away.
She grinned a little too innocently, fingers gripping at the fabric and feeling the tautness of his skin underneath.
“Tammy!” She chirped, ignoring the looks of amused confusion Eddie sent to the top of her head. “Thought you’d be heading back to Nashville by now?”
Tammy blinked at the two of them, her eyebrows darting together as her eyes flitted back and forth. “Uh— I’m leaving tomorrow, actually.”
“Aw. That’s too bad,” Chrissy shrugged, dropping her head against Eddie’s shoulder. She could feel him holding back a chuckle.
“It is,” Tammy agreed, placing a hand on her hip. “Eddie and I were talking about going to get some breakfast tomorrow. You know, before the flight. I’ve got some meetings lined up with some labels, so, can’t be late.”
She was throwing it right in Chrissy’s face — her success (which, was surprising— Robin was right about her sounding like a muppet), the hold she apparently still had on Eddie, breakfast. Chrissy wanted to scream.
She felt Eddie’s hand drop to her hip, smoothing along the curve of it. Tammy’s eyes followed his movements, and Chrissy bit back a grin.
“Harrington suggested breakfast,” he quickly corrected, to which Tammy’s jaw twitched. “And I’m a simple man. Can’t turn down a good omelette.”
“Hmm. Well — offer’s still on the table, Munson. Breakfast, and the other thing.”
The wink Tammy shot in his direction had Chrissy’s grip on his shirt growing even tighter. The feeling was foreign to her. This… this need to make her claim, to let the claws come loose, to fight for what she wanted. Who she wanted.
“He has plans,” Chrissy said sweetly, and she felt Eddie’s quiet intake of breath. She let her hand wander from his back to, daringly, dip casually into the back pocket of his jeans. Tammy couldn’t see the movements, though — that, was for him. “We usually sleep through breakfast, anyway. But thanks for the offer.”
Tammy looked between them in confusion. “Since when has this been a thing?”
Eddie’s mouth opened and closed. “We— it’s not— I don’t think—”
“See you around, Tammy.”
Chrissy interrupted Eddie’s rambling with a gentle push to his backside. She took his hand and wordlessly guided him up the stairs to the nearest bathroom, Eddie following her without question. They ignored the whistles sent in their direction, the grumbles from Steve, the eyeroll from Tammy.
As soon as the door closed behind them, Chrissy pressed her back against it, arms crossed as she stared at Eddie in frustration. “Seriously? Tammy Thompson?”
Eddie chuckled, leaning a hip against the sink. “What? We were just talking, Cunningham. She’s an old friend.”
“Old friend. Trust me, we all know.”
Her cheeks burned with the feeling in her gut. She felt childish, with the way she was reacting, but she couldn’t stop it. It was drowning her.
Eddie stared at her wordlessly, and for a moment, she thought he was going to brush past her and leave. But instead, slowly — he cracked a malicious grin.
“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
Chrissy gaped at him, immediately defensive. “Jealous? Of Tammy? You’re joking, right?”
He could read right through her, and she knew that. Which is why she held her breath, biting at her lip when he moved closer.
His eyes bore into her own. “You’re jealous.”
Chrissy squeezed her eyes shut, wishing the room would swallow her whole. She dropped her head with a sigh.
“Fine. Yes.”
He chuckled then — head shaking with the force of it. His words were quiet, barely audible in the small space between them. “Wanna tell me why?”
“You know why!” Chrissy dropped her hands to her sides, exasperated. The words came tumbling out of her before she could stop them.
“She was all over you, and you didn’t push her away! She — she’s so cool and weirdly successful and I know you used to fuck her and you wouldn’t even look at me and I feel like we’ve been going around in circles with this and I just want you to touch me, not her, not anyone else—“
He cut her off with a harsh kiss — pushing her further up against the bathroom door, tangling a hand in her hair.
She could taste the bitter taste of beer and weed on his tongue, felt the stubble on his jaw brushing against her skin, the hand not in her hair gripping her side. She fisted her hands into the fabric of his shirt — leaving an imprint where Tammy’s hand was fifteen minutes prior.
She wanted to mark him everywhere, and it terrified her.
When he pulled away, he was breathing harshly, his forehead pressed to her own. She closed her eyes, breathing him in as he spoke in a gruff voice.
“If you really wanna know — I only ever fucked her from behind, and pretended it was you.”
A pitiful sound escaped her, her knees nearly buckling at the force of his words.
She kissed him again — a slow drag of lips that he hummed into.
“If you haven’t picked up on how gone I’ve been for you since middle school, Cunningham, then that’s my own fault.”
“I’m sorry,” Chrissy whispered, peering up at him with lidded eyes. “I thought — after everything, you just… didn’t want me, I guess.”
He pressed his hips into hers at her words, and she gasped at the feeling of him — showing just how wrong she was.
“Feel how much I want you, now?”
She nodded breathlessly, tugging him closer. “Yeah,” she whispered. She carded a hand through his hair and he gazed at her in a mix of adoration and lust that had her head spinning. “I like you so much, Eddie.”
He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Think saying I like you too is the understatement of the goddamn century, sweetheart.”
With a giggle, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace. He sighed against her hair, stroking a hand against the side of her neck.
“Wanna get out of here?”
“Please,” she whispered, pulling back with a grin. “One condition, though.”
He raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
She smirked, reaching up to bite the shell of his ear before she spoke.
if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it
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warnings: chrissy is pretty anxious and quiet for a while, mentions of drinking and alcohol (not in a negative way tho), insecure chrissy
“Babe, it’s time to leave now” he said as he went into the bedroom, seeing his cute little girlfriend standing in front of the mirror checking her outfit. He sighed and said “sweetheart…you look adorable. No one’s going to think anything of you based on your outfit. They’re going to fall in love with what’s in here”
He reached in front of her and pointed to her chest, referring to her good heart and good personality. She sighed and said “I know Eddie I just…I don’t want them to think I’m trying to be possessive or clingy or something” “bub, they won’t. They won’t be mean, I know they won’t” he said and turned her to face him, cupping her cheeks.
She looked up at him, a crinkle of worry between her brows. He sighed and kissed her softly, wrapping his arms around her. She groaned and buried her head into his chest. He smiled and said “you got this, Chris. They’re going to love you”
Eventually he got her in the car and played her favorite Madonna songs to distract her, which did work. He loved watching her pretend to be a pop star whilst he drove, whipping her soft dirty blonde hair around and just being the cutest thing ever.
They got to Steve’s house, her hand nervously gripping his as she slightly hid behind him. “Where’s Chrissy?” Steve asked and Eddie furrowed his eyebrows. He looked next to him and then behind him, sighing.
“Chrissy…come on,” he said and she shook her head. He moved to the side and she tried to move with him but he wrapped his arm around her waist so she couldn’t go anywhere. They all said hi but she was too nervous to do anything.
Eddie did call them while she was still asleep and told them this might happen, and begged for them not to do anything stupid and make her cry in front of them because then she’d be really embarrassed. He kissed her head and she waved softly, quickly picking at her hands again.
He sat down and they all continued normal conversation as Chrissy had a heart attack. She hadn’t said a word, it made Eddie feel bad for bringing her even though she didn’t want to come.
He poked her side, making her giggle a little and said “you okay? You don’t want to say anything?” “I’m good, I promise” she said and he nodded, kissing her head. He let her play with his hands and rings, starting to have his own little mini conversation with her.
“I’m gonna go grab a beer, do you want one?” He asked and she nodded, and he left for a moment. Dustin looked over and said “hey…are you okay?” “Mhm” she said softly and continued humming a Madonna song.
Max looked over and said “Like a Prayer?” Chrissy chuckled and said “yea” “you like Madonna?” Max asked and Chrissy nodded. Max nodded too and said “cool”
Eddie came back a few moments later and Chrissy quietly whispered to him “Max said “cool” when I told her I listened to Madonna” “yea? Her and El like Madonna, it’s kinda like their thing or whatever” he said and she smiled, taking a small sip of the beer he brought her.
It took another half hour but slowly Chrissy started talking to the group, just a little bit. Eddie was still proud of her though, he knows his girlfriend is a very nervous person in general and meeting her boyfriend’s tight knit group of friends can be really stressful.
By the end of the night, she was giggling at Dustin explaining the D&D characters he thought would best suit her and was squealing for her knight in shining armor, Eddie, to keep Steve from throwing her in the pool.
She crashed on the way home, and he carried her to bed and tucked her in all nice and tight, pressing soft kisses to her hair as he cuddled her whilst he let sleep take over him. “So proud of you. You did good babe” he mumbled, caressing her waist softly as his eyelids got heavy and not long after he joined her in slumber.
As of now I’m writing for
Eddie Munson
Joseph Quinn
Jamie Bower
Steve Harrington
Robin Buckley
Eddissy
Maya Hawke
So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)
notes & warnings: this took me forever didn't it? blame twt. this post is 18+ i mean, what did you expect coming from me? minors, leave. descriptions of how babies are made! mentions of a very specific kink eddie has, but other than that, you're good to go. this comes from all the cute headcanons i shared in my old twt about them having babies & how they'd be w them. eddie is a rockstar dilf, i don't think i need to elaborate on that! slighty modern au? look i just cannot be bothered to keep up with adapting everything into the 80s, if you want it, you can do it yourself. !!! Margaret Munson is the name I chose for Eddie's mom, I didn't come up with it, my lovely bee did, so credits go to them entirely, it just makes so much sense with the way i named their babies that i just couldn't help myself! any typos you see, they're not actually real.
Before you even say anything, Corroded Coffin pops off a year after Eddie graduates, because of course it does. Their shows at the Hideout start gaining more and more attraction, with Gareth producing most of their own songs, they start to gather a loyal following, so much so that one day they get discovered by a famous talent agent from LA, who's been scooping up smaller towns, looking for new talent. When he stumbles upon Corroded Coffin, he knows those boys have something special. & that's how their newly found agent helps them get signed to a relatively new record label. Between the time it takes for the boys to record their first single + their first album, Chrissy finds solace in teaching art to young kids, it's something she's always loved, drawing what comes to mind depending on her mood, depending on situations she experiences, depending on shows she watches, music she listens to, it has helped her navigate and come to terms with her torturous teens so, helping young children deal with their physical and mental issues/expressing themselves about their struggles through art, is something that comes very easily to her. It really makes her feel good to be of help for younger generations. But all that comes to an halt when Eddie asks her if she wants to join him and the guys on their first tour throughout America.
Even though Chrissy absolutely loves her job, and it does give her so much joy, what Eddie's giving her with a simple question is much bigger than anything the old paper town that is Hawkins, can ever give her. Eddie opens the door to freedom, for Chrissy. He had already opened the door to bravery, courage, before. Don't get it twisted, he doesn't do the work for her, he merely guides her to the right path, let's her discover what she's capable of, by herself, he's helped her realize she can stand up for her own against the abuse her mother has put her through her entire life, which she did, all on her own, and he watched proudly, held her shaking figure afterwards and told her she's incredible, she just needs to believe in herself a little more. But if she's as amazing as he claims, then that puts him way above her. He's unimaginable, a color that doesn't exist, a beacon of hope for better things, better days, a better version of herself— a true version of herself. So, with the yearn for exploration of the world and herself, Chrissy severs ties with her old teenage self, her family and that cursed town, in order to join Corroded Coffin on the road.
Chrissy loses herself in the concept of finding who she truly is, during the next several years of the band's success. (I have a wip about this which directly ties in with the band's discography, which i will also write about!) It doesn't take very long until Corroded Coffin is bringing their label the big bucks, taking in the place as their main band/artist, with full creative control over producing and writing their songs, and touring outside America for the first time. Being able to share so many experiences together brings Eddie & Chrissy much closer than they were, they fall in love deeper than they did before, and it's a surprise for both of them, to think they can fall even more for each other, when both are so intensely devoted to one another already. For Eddie, it's Chrissy's ability to turn something that at first he thought was selfish, asking her to leave her life behind to join him in pursuing his dreams, into something that is very personal to her, it doesn't feel like she's just tagging along because she's his girlfriend, and she isn't, for Chrissy, this is all she's ever wanted, freedom, happiness, growth, love and fun.
When a certain surprise knocks at the door for both of them, it's unexpected, it's unplanned but not unwanted. Wild nights of after-concert sex are a typical thing for Chrissy and Eddie. Dripping with sweat and adrenaline, topless, hungry and horny for her, it's completely impossible for her to even resist Eddie, and truth be told, she doesn't want to resist him one bit. She always ends up under him, bent over whatever surface is nearer, sometimes they don't even make it to a private space, she's learned that Eddie can be quite impatient, selfishly fucking her brains out against the tour bus, at the back of whatever arena he's just performed in, not bothered by how annoyed his bandmates are because they can't approach said bus to celebrate their show. But that's not the only thing about post-concert Eddie that Chrissy learns about. Somewhere along the way, Eddie develops quite the breeding kink. "I'm gonna fill you all up baby." + "I wanna see my cum dripping from your cunt." + "I'm gonna stuff you up and you're gonna sit pretty in the bus with all my cum inside you." + "I wanna give you my babies." + "Ya wanna have my baby, baby?" and each statement leaves Chrissy breathless, wanting more, moaning as they cum together.
So, when she gets pregnant for the first time, it shouldn't come as a surprise. But nonetheless, it's still very scary. It's near the end of Corroded Coffin's third tour, which is almost a miracle. She can settle down somewhere nice with Eddie and they can have their little baby. But first? She has to go through telling Eddie. It's a lot more nerve wracking than it should be— she's fidgety, anxious, snaps easily and of course it doesn't go unnoticed by Eddie, it couldn't, that's the love of his life, he knows her like the palm of his hand by now. So, he cancels breakfast with the boys on the last day of their tour, to pull her to the side, into their hotel room and asks her what's really going on. His mind goes to two possible outcomes. Either she's severely sick, possibly dying or she's falling out of love for him. He's terrified, shaking as he looks into her eyes which start pouring tears as soon as he asks her what's wrong. Nothing could prepare Eddie for the words that leave Chrissy the next minute. "E-eddie, I'm pregnant."
She cries when he shows no reaction to her words, still processing such sensitive information. She's pregnant. She has a little baby inside her, their little baby, theirs. They made a baby together. They created something out of the love and lust they feel for each other. Oh he's so happy, he's gonna burst, he feels like he could fucking kiss the moon. Determined to give his baby everything it needs. The world, the stars, any planet his baby wants, it's theirs. He finally snaps out of his internal freak out when he sees Chrissy hiding her sobbing face between her hands. It's a mess, they both cry, she ends up on his lap with him reassuring her that her being pregnant is completely okay, that he's not afraid of it, he won't run away from her, that he's excited to settle down somewhere she wants, and raise their little baby together. But most important of all, he reassures her he loves her. He loves her, he loves her, he loves her and their baby. Their family.
Telling Wayne is exciting. He also can't stop the tears from rolling. The last years have been a whirlwind for Wayne Munson. His boy graduated, chased after his dreams and managed to succeed. He also managed to find a wonderful partner that will keep him grounded and the kind hearted man that he is. So Wayne only has reasons to be proud of Eddie, the son he never had. With Chrissy's pregnancy comes the nudging from Wayne for Eddie to get moving and get married to Chrissy, because "What are you doing waiting around, that girl has been the light of your life for so many years, she's already been a Munson girl ever since you bought her to my trailer years ago. Make it official, boy." And it's not that Eddie doesn't want to, he does, he has wanted to marry Chrissy Cunningham ever since he first landed eyes on her, he just really doesn't want to add pressure of a wedding on top of the pregnancy, the moving around after tour, the finding somewhere to settle down process and all that comes with it. But the idea is there, and when the time is right, he'll act upon it.
It doesn't take very long for Chrissy to find somewhere she wants to raise their baby in. One would think she would decide upon somewhere that wouldn't resemble Hawkins, but, it's not a big buzzing city she choose, it's smaller, the weather is very moody all the time, everyone seems to know each other and take care of one another. It's quite the perfect picture for Chrissy. Due to Eddie's fame, it's not hard to find a house to purchase for themselves, and the process of getting furniture, decorating their little home and the nursery, brings Chrissy the peace to her pregnancy that she needed. It's hard to adjust to having another human grow inside your body, Chrissy struggles a bit, which is only natural, her body goes through changes to accommodate her precious baby girl. Because yes, Eddie is a girl dad and a girl dad only.
After the first few months that it takes for their baby to be able to grow safely and happily in Chrissy's womb, good news come flooding in. The job she had back in Hawkins truly made Chrissy happy and fulfilled, so it's not even a question to hesitate answering when the opportunity to continue her work, now in Forks, comes knocking on their door. It's not a physically demanding job for Chrissy, and it proves to be great distraction from her worries and insecurities, that sometimes, plague her mind. Worries such as, if she's fit enough to be a good mother for her baby, since she never really had a good example to follow. Insecurities such as if she's putting on weight, and if that's gonna take away from her sex appeal, if said sex appeal is even gonna return after she's had her baby. To which Eddie rolls his eyes to, every time. "Actually, the fact you're carrying my child makes you about fifty times sexier. Can't wait to put another in you, soon as our first little beetroot is old enough."
Beetroot. The most random vegetable Chrissy started to crave during her pregnancy, and consequently, the affectionate name Eddie calls their baby. Picking a name for a child proves to be quite troublesome, it's a big responsibility to make such a decision, and it does take Chrissy awhile to come up with ideas. Eddie doesn't give her any either, which frustrates her, but what she doesn't know is that Eddie has decided very early on, that he would let Chrissy pick their baby's name, he would let Chrissy pick all the names of all the kids they would have, if anymore came after this one. Because it's only right, after all that Chrissy is put through her pregnancy, despite it going relatively well, it's a big sacrifice to carry another human being, it's only right Chrissy gets to pick the name, besides, he knows whatever name she picks, he'll absolutely love it. She never disappoints him, never will.
And she doesn't. It comes to her one rainy night, while they cuddle to sleep, she's holding on to Eddie's hands that so affectionally rub her pregnant belly, it's what keeps his anxiety at bay when there's storms approaching, mind filled with deep thoughts that only seem to come when the planet is quiet, and that's how she finds herself thinking about how this was all so unexpected, Eddie's rise to fame, her leaving Hawkins to go with him, getting pregnant, building a love nest in Forks— that's when it hits her, storms can be quite unpredictable, and Eddie doesn't know how to deal with them, but so has been their life, and Eddie's learned how to adapt to all the obstacles, happy ones and not. Storm. That's how she decides on their baby's name. Unpredictable, quite a scary thing to adapt to, but brings them closer, storms and their baby. "Storm Munson. Yeah baby, it sounds fucking metal." He knew Chrissy wouldn't disappoint.
The day Storm Margaret Munson is born, Eddie's world shifts. Nothing actually matters anymore besides the little bundle of joy in his arms, and his beautiful and courageous girlfriend, who did so well throughout the entire birth, as expected, she's out of this world. The next three years of witnessing his baby growing up, are the best years of his entire life, nothing can compare to seeing Chrissy's eyes when he looks to his little beetroot, her head full of blonde curls, her cheeks raised up most of the time from being such a happy, healthy baby. Hearing her first words being "dada" because his little baby is so attached to him. She's a daddy's girl through and through. She clings to him whenever he's home, loves to take naps on his chest, he lets her play with the strings of all his precious guitars, turning her into an eager fan of his talent, seen by the way she claps and giggles every time he plays a song for her. Nothing in the world will ever compare to the way he feels when Chrissy tells him she loves him, but hearing his daughter say the same thing, every morning and every night, definitely comes very close to it. It's the unconditional, "I will do anything for you, my sweet pea." type of daddy-daughter love that Eddie didn't know he wanted, he didn't know he needed, until he has it. He's proud of himself, to be able to know how to love his daughter the right way, to know he did not turn out the way his dad did, to know he most likely made his mom happy. And he knows Storm would live up to his mother's name, raised to be the most kind, angelic human being, like his mom, like her mom. The only three women in Eddie's life.
Or they were, until Chrissy decides to add in a fourth one. Because after three wonderful years, she's pregnant for a second time, and it's yet another girl. Another beetroot. Another little sweet pea. Another living proof of their love, and he can't fucking wait, to meet his second baby. But first, perhaps it's time to make sure Chrissy's ring finger isn't so bare anymore. Right? Right.
Doin reverse cowgirl with eddie at your desk while you're trying to finish an assignment. Every so often he'll move your hips to grind on him and he'll buck up into you. Especially if he notices your slipping and not really focusing anymore.
dfghjkjhgtf i need him bc i need to finish my homework too but
eddie's very determined for you to finish your assignment. he'd help you, sit beside you and point out your mistakes; he'd revise with you for a quiz, give you the supplies for a project. and you'd help him too — it's something that couples do, he thinks.
but obviously, eddie loves a challenge.
he sits comfortably on your chair, your weight on his lap, your cunt squeezing his cock, your back hunched as your fist grasps tightly at your pencil. eddie's got a hand on your waist and a hand on the back of his head, pliant beneath you, watching your homework being written with what once was elegant loops of cursive, revolve itself to scrawny, shaky letters.
your boyfriend tries not to buck up, to spare you the insanity. it's not even a punishment — it's just for fun, and to test how focused you can get. what if it was the end of the world and it's exams? he'd ask. you can't let some kid who fell into a hole inside the earth's crust distract you.
so yeah, he thinks that him getting inside your hole was a better test.
you scribble. you try to think but your mind finds itself down to where he's twitching inside you. you don't know how eddie acts so... chill. unlike when he's actually fucking you, going on and on about how tight you are and he's moaning louder than you. but yet here he was, sitting down, hands on your waist, peeking to see if you'd made any progress and honestly?
you've made about 1.5% progress. if writing your name down counts.
"you got the date wrong, honey," he leans forward, pointing at the numbers aligned next to your name. you bite back a moan when he bucks up to lean close. "it's the 9th. Not the 6th."
you try not to snap at him. sorry if i got the fucking date wrong. it's just that your dick is inside me and i'm close to fucking cumming but yeah, the goddamn date is important.
"right," you twirl the pencil, shooting him a tight, annoyed smile, rubbing the eraser on the paper until it crinkles lightly and the silver graphite disappears into a faint number. you write over the spot, correcting your mistake.
then it's been five minutes. you've managed to write a whole paragraph with no interruptions. your cunt goes numb a bit, forgetting about eddie. and forgetting about him meant forgetting other important things, which meant thinking. and when he sees you stop writing, eyes flickering to the lamp switch as your mind begins to ponder, he shifts in his seat.
he feels your walls clench suddenly that it even takes him aback. you gasp, eyes squeezing shut, the sensitivity of your walls sends shivers down your spine and you bite back a moan when eddie moved. he moves his hands down to the swell of your ass, breathing heavily when his finger traces the thin lace of your panties that had been moved aside as you repose yourself.
your hands unclasp then squeezes itself into a fist. eddie chuckles lowly. "gotta stay focused, sweetheart,"
"i am focused."
he snorts. "you were drifting off,"
"i was thinking,"
eddie takes note of the impatience that pushed your words out in a laconic snap. he finds it amusing. of course he does — eddie's a fucking sadist. he squirms in his seat, makes sure his thick cock presses against every burning ridge, brushing against that spot.
you shudder, pressing back against him, your forehead falling down to the table in a loud bang. eddie reaches out, cupping your face from behind and lifts your head up. he pulls your back to his chest, rubbing your forehead, tutting silently.
"none of that," he pouts, rubbing your skin. "come on, babe. finish your homework then i'll let you cum. 'd you want that?"
he cheekily reaches down to rub your clit lightly, both your thighs sticky and glistening. your mouth parts, lets out a silent cry, your chin meeting your neck when you look down to see how his balls press up against your cunt, a light bulge on your stomach.
"yeah," you nod. "yes. i wanna cum. p-please,"
"you're gonna cum, don't worry," he pushes your hair to the side, sucking on the slope of your neck. "finish your homework and i'll fuck you just the way you like it- gon' bend you over this table, yeah? you like that, don't you?"
you whine. eddie chuckles, running his nose on your cheekbone, pressing on your clit.
Warnings: MINORS DNI!! Porn with some plot, tons of smut, breeding kink, rough sex, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink, dom!eddie / sub!reader, sub!eddie / dom!reader, masturbating, smutty smut smut.
Summary: This is a dirty little intro fic. I promise it will get dirtier and dirtier as the parts keep coming so stay tuned.
Exhaused, after a long day at school, and then spending hours with the guys at Hellfire club, Eddie stands at the door of his trailer shared by him and his uncle, fumbling with his keys. It’s a nice, crisp fall evening. Not too hot, not too cold. A refreshing breeze blows by as Eddie finds the correct key to the door, unlocks the door and jimmies the key out of the old crappy lock that definitely needs fixing.
“Finally fucking home.” Eddie sighed, slumping his ratty backpack to the floor. He was happy to be once again surrounded by the familiar scent of cigarettes and weed slightly covered up by air freshener. The scent of glade ‘spring flower’ Uncle Wayne always uses when he complains to Eddie about when he smokes his weed inside without the windows open, telling him to “chill out with that shit, or its going to smell like a skunk died in here”.
Leaving his bag by the door and putting his black metal “lunchbox” on the kitchen counter, Eddie walked down to the other end of the trailer and into his room. Eddie felt for the light switch and turned it on so that his room went from dark, to suddenly flooded with dim, warm light. He pursed his lips and sauntered over to his bedside table that contained everything he needed for what he called “me time”. A ridiculously large collection of Playboy magazines, a value-sized bottle of lotion, a half-used box of tissues, and a stereo with a stack of cassettes featuring Dio, Skid Row, Rush, and AC/DC. Eddie thumbed through his tape collection, made his selection, popped it into the stereo and turned it on. Turning up the radio to a decently high volume, Eddie started moving his head to the beat as he reached down for the stack of Playboys.
“Which one of you will I be playing with today?” Eddie purred softly to himself, shuffling through the pile. “Miss November 1981, orrrr Miss May 1981?” he pondered out loud to himself, “Shannon, or Gina?” he continued, referring to the centerfolds in each one.
“I’ll go with you today, Gina.” He decided, putting the November 1981 issue back onto the pile. He tossed the chosen magazine onto the bed so he can take his pack of cigarettes and lighter out of his back pocket. He put a cigarette between his lips, lit it, then took a nice slow inhale.
He then started stripping out of his clothes; first he shed his jacket and vest to the floor, then he peeled his shirt over his head, trying to avoid dropping his cigarette. Last, with the cigarette clenched between his cherry lips, he fumbled with his belt, opened his jeans and dropped all of it to the brown rug with a jingle of the buckle.
“Let’s fucking do this, baby.” He growled to himself, hopping into bed excitedly. He got under the blanket haphazardly thrown onto his mattress so he can shimmy out of his boxers. Once his aching cock was free, he slipped his hand under the pillow to grab the last part of his ritual, your used panties. He took his cigarette out of his mouth with one hand so he can use the other to inhale the scent of the pink lace.
“Jesus fucking Christ, y/n. I wish you were here right now.” Eddie growled lowly. His hardened member only grew with his arousal, thinking of the last time the both of you fucked dirty on the same mattress he was laying completely naked on right now. He put the panties back under his pillow and began his nightly routine. Eddie laid down his cigarette in the ashtray by his bedside so he can thumb through the pages of the dirty magazine with one hand, while using his thumb of the other hand to spread his sticky precum around the pink head of his needy cock.
“Ah fuck, baby.” Eddie growled eyeing all the photos of sexy women decorated in bunny ears and fluffy little cotton tails. He hummed along absentmindedly to the chorus of Dio’s ‘Rainbow in the Dark’ as reached over again to his bedside to grab a pump of lotion into his callused, ring-clad hands. He hissed as the cold lotion came into contact with his rock-hard shaft. The cold feeling turned to warm bliss as he began pumping his fist over his member.
“Fuck. Such sexy little bunnies.” Eddie purred while toying with himself, “Oh the things I could do to each and every one of you if I had access to that mansion.” He began to quicken his pace after each page, having trouble gently prying one of them open that was a bit stuck together due to prior usage. He took a moment to take another draw from his cigarette right before he reached the most important page: the centerfold. Miss May, Gina Goldberg, painted across the whole length of the magazine from left to right. A string of pearls draped across her naked back, and her tight ass just perfectly hitched up, just ready for Eddie to enter himself into, he thought. Then his mind traveled again to the last time he had sex with you and how your body, your ass, was positioned just like that.
“Goddamnit baby, such a dirty little bunny” he moaned, hand moving up and down his length faster and faster. He let the magazine rest next to him so he can use that hand to feel himself up. He snaked his hand under the plush blanket to play with his balls and then ran it back up to his bare, tattooed chest. “You like that, sweet bunny?” Eddie was starting to feel that familiar warm feeling coiling in his lower stomach and began pumping harder towards his release. “You like my thick cock in your tight little pussy? That’s right, say my name, baby.” Pleasure building, he suddenly felt himself arching back into his pillow and rolling his hips into his fist as white sticky ropes of his seed burst from his pink tip directly to the inside of the blanket. He forgot the tissues. He realized once he came to, heartbeat going from pounding to a relaxing state.
“Motherfucker.” He felt his cum adhering his dick to the blanket. He sighed at his rookie mistake and decided to lazily lay in his own filth for a while longer before cleaning up.
“That’s going to leave a stain” He grumbled to himself, “Not like that fucking matters.” He sighed, referencing all the other stains decorating his old and only sheet adorning the mattress. The Dio tape was on its third song in the lineup at this point and Eddie ran his clean hand through is hair, still thinking about you. At this point, you would be under the blankets with him, curled up to his side with ~your~ hands in his hair, planting sweet kisses on his sweaty chest. He took yet again, another inhale from his withering cigarette, then blowing the smoke up towards the ceiling. His eyes fluttered shut imagining you in one of those cute Playboy outfits, with your ass in the air, adorning gold heels like Gina Goldberg. He would take those pearls draped over your bare back and wrap them around your neck, just tight enough to excite you and make you cum.
Eddie jumped at the sound of the trailer front door shutting.
“Ed?” Uncle Wayne called, “You home, bud?”
“Yeah” Eddie called back, loud enough hopefully for him to hear over the music. One would figure that loud music would be a telltale sign of Eddie being home, but there were too many times Eddie accidentally left his stereo playing after he already left for school. Eddie heard footsteps grow louder as his Uncle got closer to his bedroom door.
“You just smoking cigarettes?” Wayne asked, his voice directly behind the thin wooden door.
“Yes” Eddie called back, casually putting out his cigarette in the tray.
“Is the window open in there?” his uncle questioned, totally predictable.
“Yes, the window is open.” Eddie responded with a slight chuckle in his voice. The window was totally not open but he will just spray more of that ‘spring flower’ crap later.
“Do you have your girl with you?” he asked.
“No, just me” Eddie responded, concentrating on trying to unstick his lower half from the blanket, now pasted to his skin. “But that would be awkward if she was here and she heard you asking that.” He warned lightheartedly.
“I was only asking because I got dinner for us and I wanted to make sure there was enough.” His voice sounded further away from the door and he heard plastic bags rustling.
“Whadidya get?” Eddie called out, wincing as he finally freed his dick from the crusted-over part of the blanket. “Fuck…” He mumbled to himself. He needed to cover up so he can go to the bathroom and shower off.
“KFC.” He replied as Eddie was trying to rifle through the laundry on his bedroom floor to find the cleanest towel to wrap around him to take to the bathroom. Luckily he found one and wrapped the pale blue terrycloth around his waist. He opened the window that was supposed be open before he lit his cigarette, then exited his room and shut the door behind him so that the leftover fumes stay inside his room and hopefully get washed away by the light breeze now rolling in.
“What is it? My birthday?” Eddie joked as he opened the door to the bathroom. Fried chicken is one of Eddie’s favorites and KFC was usually the pricier choice.
“I mean it will be in a few weeks, right? But that’s not why. I was just in a good mood is all. Got a little raise, job is going good despite the shit hours. So, I figured I would treat us.”
“I mean, I’m not complaining.” Eddie smiled, poking his head out of the bathroom after turning the shower on.
“Don’t be too long in there, bud, you don’t want to eat this cold.” Wayne advised.
“I won’t.” Eddie assured him before shutting the door to the bathroom.
Eddie dropped the towel to the floor, revealing himself in the chilly bathroom, getting slowly warmer as the shower continues to run. He slides the shower curtain back so he can step in, and sigh in relief as the warm water hits his skin. He takes the body wash, squirts it into his hand and lathers himself up, going down to wash his dick and heavy sack. His images of you have not left his head and all he was doing was getting himself worked up again. It was either hot fried chicken or cumming some more. He was hungry, but man did he really wanna cum. His hunger to fuck you again as soon as possible started overtaking his hunger for dinner as his cock began to harden again in his hands.
“Ah, shit.” He groaned to himself. He didn’t want to be an ass to his uncle getting them a nice hot meal even though he was so goddamn horny. Well, he’s always horny. He let go of his needy length and braced his hands on the shower wall to let the water run over his wild mane, onto his naked body. He took a deep breath trying to release his Playboy fantasy of you out of his head, but he couldn’t shake it. He needs to see you again, naked, in his bed, as soon as possible. He decided to finish washing up so he can just relax and enjoy dinner. Then later, he will be giving you a phone call before bed.
everybody’s talkin’ up a storm (act like they don’t notice)
summary: The one where the boys don’t know that Eddie Munson is dating the pretty assistant librarian that always helps them out. Dustin has a crush on her. Mike thinks it’s fake. Erica just wants to get home to watch Thundercats.
“Uh, Eddie?” Lucas started, voice small. “Do you have someone over?”
Eddie blinked. “Uh. Just my girlfriend,” he said flippantly, tossing himself onto the sofa and taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “Keep it down for a while, would ya? She had a long night.”
There was silence.
“Your what?”
warnings: none! wholesome fluff here lmao. a lot of d&d references – curse of strahd is a banger
Eddie flirting with the single trailer park moms and putting in a good word for Wayne. He’ll fix their cars and tell them how everything he learned is from his Uncle, “He’s a real handy man.”
Giving them an exaggerated sob story of his life all while sniffling and forcing tears. Wayne took him in when he was just a boy. No one else would. He works two jobs too support him and give him a good life. “He’s a family man but parts of the family are missing…."
The single moms all grow curious about Wayne and want to be the one to complete his family. They will make casseroles and desserts for the Munson home.
Dressing in revealing clothing to deliver the meal. Knocking on the door with a shaky hand they all turn warm and fuzzy when Wayne opens the door with a gentle smile "Well hello there miss”
He’s always confused but kind and grateful making them fall for him even more. The second the door closes he turns to Eddie on the couch “Boy stop trying to set me up I’m too busy with you for that stuff.”
Eddie will groan dramatically while grabbing the warm casserole from Wayne’s hands. “C'mon old man don’t blame me! Just go on a couple dates or something…. At least for the free food.”
They’ll sit down at the small table setting out mismatched plates and eat together. After taking a bite Wayne will stop for a moment “Which one made this?”
Chrissy gets an unexpected visitor at the Munson trailer.
Work Count: 3426
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It was a Saturday afternoon, and they were dancing on the front lawn.
Music was playing from the radio up on the porch, a compromise of soft classic rock. Wayne sitting in his chair catching up on yesterdays news paper while Eddie and Chrissy were hanging up the laundry to dry, shufflling their feet from side to side, twisting hips and laughing at how uncoordinated they both were. Yet, they didn’t mind. It was easy for them to be silly, to laugh, to poke fun at the other. Eddie grabbing Chrissy’s hand as she reached for another shirt in the laundry hamper, twirling her around once and letting her go in a spin as he caught the shirt that dropped, throwing it carelessly up and onto the line.
Her smile was wide as she shook her head and fixed the shirt to lay it smooth, throwing a kick to his backside and laughing at this failed attempt to dodge her. He was shirtless and wild, his tattoos standing out proud on is untanned skin.
Their feet were bare and staining green from the grass, but it was okay. Here, Chrissy could be careless. She could be shoeless, she could be dirty and unkempt. She could wear her hair in a messy bun on top her head, she could wear the jean shorts that her mother hated, and one of Eddies old band tees and it wouldn’t matter. The Munson trailer was a place she found her freedom in, and the place she called home now.
“Hey kiddo,” Wayne called out to Chrissy. She looked up and he nodded his head behind her, a little frown on his face.
Chrissy looked back at the car that was slowing pulling up to the opposite end of the trailer to them.
“Dad?”
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It was overcast, the chances of rain looking pretty high, the day Chrissy knocked on the Munson trailer door. She quickly wiped the wetness from her cheeks and tucked a wayward strand of hair behind one ear. She tightened her hand around the handle of her suitcase and resettled the strap of her duffle bag higher up on her shoulder. She took a deep breath and tried to calm her heart down.
But it was no use, for the moment that the door opened and she saw Eddie's face, her own began to crumble. She felt another hot tear make it’s way down her cheek and she dropped her chin, willing herself not to break completely.
But he said her name.
That same deep concern that she’s heard from him too many times, always knowing when something wasn’t right, when he could see that she wasn’t okay.
She closed her eyes and her chest heaved with a cry she just couldn’t keep in.
Eddie was there between one second and the next, his arms around her shoulders, hiding her away in his arms and he so quietly soothed her, his fingers from one hand digging into the hair at the back of her neck. Her own fingers went slack and she distantly heard her bags hit the ground at their feet. Her arms went weakly up to his back, her whole body shaking with her sobs. She was shattering, from all the tiny cracks that she had withstood for so many years. One final crack and it was too much.
"Hey, hey, Chrissy, shh, sweatheart. It’s okay, it’s okay,” Eddie was whispering to her, and it felt like a balm to every broken piece of her. The pain was still there, and she knew it would be there for a long time, but just the presence of him, the feel of him…it took the fear away. She was able to grieve without the sick gnawing grip of fear.
She had felt that grip the entire walk to his home. The unknown of his reaction to her showing up unannounced at 9 at night on a Tuesday. As that fear slipped from her like a sheet to the ground, she knew that it was unfounded. He would always welcome her, she was silly to forget that. Pain is a greedy thing; it hides away all the good so that all that is left is the pain. It casts up shadows where there should be none and creates doubt in the things that should never be doubted.
Like Eddie's care for her.
It has no shadows, it has no hard edges. It’s pure and smooth and wonderful, and it has been fresh air to her suffocated and damaged lungs.
He let her cry herself dry, till there was just small hiccups breaking up the quiet air. Eddie was swaying them slightly from side to side, his arms never loosing their grip. Chrissy pressed her forehead to the center of his chest as she took a deep, cleansing breath.
Eddie finally pulled back just far enough so that he could put his hands on her face, checking her over for any visible sign of hurt.
“You need to tell me what happened, whose legs do I need to break?” Eddie asked and it made Chrissy laugh. It was a joke she knew, but the look on his face said that the feeling behind it wasn’t entirely a lie.
She sobered quickly though when she thought about the answer.
“She finally kicked me out, Eddie,” she said. That was really all she needed to say. Eddie knew the rest of the story. He’d been there for all of it.
After Eddie found her in the Upside Down, after almost dying to Vecna, Chrissy’s life took a whole new shape in front of her. Going through hell and coming out on the other side and knowing that the only reason she had been drug there to begin with was because of her mother, and everything she had been putting her through her whole high-school life; she wanted it to end. The iron clad control she had over Chrissy, it was going to end.
Vecna had saw it all, fed off of it, and it had almost killed her. And for the first time Chrissy was ready to say no. She was ready to look her mother, her very own living breathing demon, in the eye and say no.
She’s done diminishing herself to please her un-pleasable mother. She’s done starving, she’s done being walked on, she’s done taking less in every facet of her life just so others can have more.
Jason was the first thing she purged.
Once back on solid ground, the others had told her what had been going on. Lucas had explain in full detail how Jason had lost his mind, and the whole town with him. Believing in his witch hunt for Eddie and ready to kill at first sight. It had turned her stomach in a rotten way, and more so when she realized she wasn’t as shocked as she probably should have been.
Chrissy hadn’t let go of Eddie since he found her tied up in the twisted version of the Creel house. His hands were gentle and his voice almost reverent since he first saw her there.
After Vecna had gotten into Nancy’s mind, she had told the group that he had shown her his plan, that the three taken were still alive. Eddie didn’t really believe her until he had seen Chrissy with his own eyes.
She can still feel the almost desperate and raw relief she had felt at seeing Eddie’s face, can still feel the burning tears on her face as she called out to him as he pulled her away from the creeping vines that had held her tight for what felt like years. How he held her so close and cried with her. Her heart had felt tied to him in that moment and it hadn’t changed since.
There was no going back to the life she had before that.
After every pain staking moment and decision and life saving testimony from the three that were taken to clear Eddie’s name, the whole town felt different. She could see people’s true colors now. See how bias so many people were, how quick they were to point fingers at the less fortunate, the weird.
Jason was the first straw that broke her tie to her mother.
And then stepping down as head cheerleader.
Every action she took sent her mother into an abusive spin. Demanding she be obeyed, that Chrissy take back Jason, that she tell the coach she wasn’t thinking straight when she stepped down. To apologize and grovel before her for her outrageous behaviour.
But Chrissy wouldn’t do it. Not any of it.
So she was punished, stowed away in her room, and left without meals. Met with nothing but iciness from her mother and a guilty look from her father. He never came to her rescue, he never spoke up, never dared go against his wife and it did nothing but leave a bitter taste in Chissy's mouth.
She was always left to fend for herself in the face of her mothers vileness. She was done with that too. She confronted her father once, shortly before her final exit of the house.
Chrissy wanted to know how he could stand by and watch as she nearly withered away.
He couldn’t really answer her, and Chrissy felt like that hurt her the most.
He didn’t come to find her when she was kicked out. Didn’t stop her as the door closed at her back.
She lost both of her parents that night.
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Chrissy was frozen to the spot, feeling helpless as she watched her dad get out of the car, his eyes sweeping quickly over the scene and never quite landing on her. This was the first time she saw him in weeks. The last time from across the street as her and Eddie were driving to school. He’d seen her then, his face shocked and then sad before Chrissy turned away, not wanting to see it.
And now here he was. Standing on the lawn of the place she called home.
Chrissy lost all thought, couldn’t think of a single word. Everything just went blank. She was distantly aware of the music fading away, and she felt a brush at her back left shoulder and knew that it was Eddie.
Tom closed the drivers door quietly and made his way to Chrissy. She had a moment of terror at the thought of her mother climbing out of the passengers side, but she never appeared.
Her father put his hands in his pockets as he came to a stop a distance from her. Wayne stood from his chair and spoke up.
“This okay?” he asked and Chrissy didn’t know how to answer. It really wasn’t okay. She wasn’t prepared for this, she never pictured him here, never hoped for him to reach out.
Chrissy felt her mouth open on instinct but no sound came.
Eddie stepped around her and stood just a hair in front of her to the side. She noticed he was now wearing a shirt, still damp from the wash.
“Was there something you needed?” he directed towards Tom. Not unkind but not inviting either.
Chrissy held her breath waiting for the answer.
He finally met her eyes. He had been carefully avoiding her gaze, sweeping over the trailer, the laundry, the men at her back. But now his eyes settled on her and Chrissy`s own stung from the horrible tears that threatened.
He took a deep breath and finally said, “I thought…that we could talk.”
We never talk, Chrissy’s mind spoke up.
She looked over at Eddie and then Wayne. Their visible support was so clear to her, the tone just their posture gave off. She had no reason to fear her father and his presence. The Munson's were there for her.
“You go on inside. We need to finish up the laundry out here anyways,” Wayne said softly and with a side-eye to Tom. “You just holler if you need anything.” A clear warning to Tom that his visit could be cut short in a second.
Chrissy nodded, feeling almost numb as she took a step towards the trailer door. Eddie grabbed her hand before she got too far, facing her head on and looking at her with a tilted down head. He was asking if she was okay, she could see it painted on his face.
“It’ll be okay,” she whispered to him, not feeling the words at all, but wanting to reassure him anyways.
“Okay,” he whispered back, concern in his eyes, clearly not believing her but letting her make the decision. He always lets her make the decision. He never chooses for her, he never assumes. That’s what she loves about him, how truly free he makes her feel. She's never been free before.
Chrissy squeezed his hand once and turned back around with a tiny speck of confidence that wasn’t there before. This is my choice, she thought.
She went up the steps and into the trailer, hearing her father behind, and the soft click shut of the door. She went to stand by the table, crossing her arms in comfort and turning to look at him.
Tom was looking around in clear wonder. The living-room with fishing magazines on the coffee table mixed in with homework. The kitchen table with three placemats, and the clean counter tops that she insists remain that way. She needles Eddie when she catches him leaving dishes there.
The room smelled of the fresh laundry from that morning.
She wonders if her father can see the difference between this place and her family home. If he can feel how different it is here; happy and safe and so much better. She would choose this tiny trailer over and over again given the choice.
Chrissy waited.
Looking at her father here in her space, in the place that was so freely given to her in safety, added to that small confidence that was now growing the longer she looked at him. This was hers and no one could take it away except the two men that gave it to her in the first place and she knew without any doubt that they never would.
Not like her mother did. Not like her father, who stood and watched it happen.
Chrissy stood taller as her father looked back at her.
“So, this is…this is where you live?” he asked, sweeping his gaze around the room before coming back to her.
Chrissy took a calming breath and found her voice again. “Yes,” she said. She wasn’t giving him more than what he asks for. Why would she?
Tom nodded his head and put his hands back in his pockets, looking to the floor and back up again. “And, you’re okay here? With, with them?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.
Chrissy frowned. Could he really ask that? Could he really care after all this time?
“Are you asking if I’m safe?” Chrissy retorted. “After what, almost two months of me being gone? You ask that now?”
The sick feeling was back in her stomach. She hadn’t missed it one bit, but it was there again. Just like when she was back in the home he shared with her mother. Where nothing felt right, and it was always a struggle just to get through a day. She didn’t want this, this feeling wasn’t welcome here. This was her safety and sickness had no place here.
“Why are you here?” she asked. She didn’t think holding her tongue would work anymore. She wanted this to be over.
Tom looked almost confused at her questioning, at her brash reply to him. “I wanted to see you, Chrissy. I wanted to make sure you were okay. I wasn’t even sure where you were, I had to ask around about that boy out there.”
That boy.
Chrissy’s heart was pounding now and she desperately pushed down the sick in her throat. “That boy saved my life. That boy took me in when my own parents kicked me out,” she raised her voice.
“Your mother,” her father tried to say.
“No. Don’t finish that sentence. Mother may have said the words, but you stood there and watched it happen, you let her say it and you watched me walk out that door. You’re my dad,” she cried. “You’re suppose to keep me safe, you’re suppose to be there!” Chrissy said, her breath coming quicker with every second. These are the things she has been tucking away inside of her for years. These hidden things that could never be said. But she’s not that girl anymore. She not under anyone’s thumb anymore.
"You were never there for me. And you come here? After months and dare to question Wayne? And Eddie?” She wiped her cheek, not even realizing she had started crying till she felt it at her chin. “I came here after I was kicked out and they took me in. They made sure I was okay. They gave up part of their space and life so that I could be here! And they’ve never complained, they’ve never made me feel unwelcome and wrong.”
The memory of her first night there shot across her mind; how Eddie had brought her inside, tucking her under his arm, how Wayne immediately asked what was wrong. How he went and tried to make her tea before realizing that they didn’t have any and apologizing for it. She had smiled through her tears and said that it was alright. He got her a glass of water instead and it was the nicest thing he could have done for her in that moment. She cradled that glass in her hands like it was something to treasure.
She couldn’t remember the last time her own father did something like that for her.
Tom rubbed at his mouth, one hand going to his hip as he turned away from her. “Chrissy,” he tried after a minute. “I wanted to try to bring you home,” he said quietly, looking at her again, his eyes glossy.
Chrissy shook her head. She felt sorry for him in that moment, with how lost he looked.
“I am home,” she stated firmly. “I never want to go back to that house again, dad. I never want to feel the way I did every single day of my life, like I did in that house.”
Tom was shaking his head in a sad way, his eyes shut. “Chrissy,” he said, “honey, I’m…” But he couldn’t even finish. There were tears on his face now, and Chrissy wished that she could hug him. But that wasn’t the world they lived in. The relationship she had with her father was just as broken as the one with her mother, just in a different way. Maybe someday, she thought. A lot of things would have to be different…but maybe.
Maybe someday he’ll be able to say it. Maybe someday she’ll be able to believe it. It just wasn’t today.
Chrissy sighed, and lowered her arms to her sides. She really looked at he father then. Took in the defeated stance, the deep lines of sorrow on his face, and the ruffled lay of his hair.
Hopefully someday, she thought.
“I don’t want to talk anymore,” she said softly, not unkind.
He nodded, still looking down. She let him take a moment to gather himself again, straighten and clear his face.
“Can I come see you again? If that’s alright,” he asked in earnest.
Chrissy thought about it, and nodded. “Maybe. It’d be best if you called first,” she replied, setting a boundary.
“I can do that,” he said, nodding and trying to smile. He didn’t quite make it.
Chrissy walked around him and opened up the door. Still barefoot, she walked down the steps to the grass and waited for her father to follow. He made his way back to his car and opened the door. Looking back at her he asked, “The number?”
Chrissy looked over her shoulder to where Eddie and Wayne were trying to look like they weren’t paying attention, and smiled.
The sick feeling was gone, and the warmth in her chest was back. Family, her mind whispered.
“It’s in the phonebook,” she said back to her father, still looking at the two fiddling with laundry. If her father wanted to be in her life, he would have to work for it.
A/N I'm so sorry to the submitter of this request, I accidentally posted this part of the way into writing so I had to rewrite because it wouldn't let me make it private so I could finish. Absolutely 🥰 my favorite kind of writing (as a brat who also wants Eddie Munson to put me in my place, and a sucker for a good spanking😩) . You'll be glad to know that a Steve paddle fic is coming soon. It's already in the works and almost done, my love 💞
Prompt - You, Robin, and Nancy hatch a plan to piss Eddie off. Eddies fuse is already short, and you're in public so he can't do anything.
Warnings- D/S dynamics, dom!Eddie x Sub!F!Reader, spanking, implement use, orgasm denial, use of honorifics (daddy/sir), use of pet names (baby, princess), semi use of the safeword(? I use the stoplight system and reader got to yellow which means slow down)
You and Eddie were getting ready to go out because you, Nancy, and Robin had wanted to go out to a bar and decided to drag Eddie and Steve along with you. It had taken some convincing, but they caved when you and Robin looked at them with pouts on your faces. Nancy had wrapped her arms around both of your shoulders to squish your faces simultaneously. "Look at them, guys. Are you really gonna say no to these cute faces?". Steve had sighed, looking at Eddie and nodding before agreeing to go.
You felt his presence in the bathroom and turned to see him leaning against the door frame as you added some hairspray to keep your hair still.
"Hey baby, best behavior tonight. I mean it, no funny business." That made you smirk.
"But I already promised the girls I'd be on my worst behavior, and I couldn't break a promise." It was technically true, but it was more of a general thing Robin had said a while back. 'Fuck it, misbehave. See what happens!' They all knew about your... relationship, and all of them were in some way part of the community. The girls loved to get involved in your bratting plans and hear all about the aftermath.
He sauntered over to you, grabbing your chin. "I mean it. Behave, darling. There will be consequences." When you didn't respond, just looked at him with doe eyes, he sighed. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret this."
You smiled as he exited the room, finishing up before heading out to the van to leave. You made sure to behave the entire car-ride, giving the impression that you understood and were going to be a good girl.
Once you got to the bar, though, it started. "Go get me a drink, yeah?" You patted his hand. He raised a brow but let it slide and stalked off to the bar with Steve to grab drinks for the table. Nancy and Robin didn't let it go so easily, though.
"Y/N, are we poking the bear tonight?" You nodded your head and they both high fived. "Yes! I love getting Eddie pissed off. I have so many ideas." Robin started listing off some ways that you could get Eddie all riled up, Nancy pitching in too. They hushed down and you turned to see the boys heading back towards you. You turned back around to look at them.
"Alright ladies, operation brat is a go." You whispered as you gave them a thumbs up and a wink.
"What're you ladies talking about?" Steve asked as he sat the drinks down, sliding them around until everyone had theirs. The three of you just looked at eachother before breaking out into laughter, leaving Steve and Eddie looking utterly confused.
"Oh nothing to worry your pretty little brain about, Harrington." Robin said as she ruffled his hair. Eddie looked at you with his head turned to the side. Yes.
"Aww you look so cute when you're confused. Like a little puppy." You pulled a fake pout onto your lips, grabbing his cheeks to squish them together.
Once you let go, you looked at the dark look on his face, and then you heard a Click. The sound came from his pocket but you weren't sure what it came from. You were a little disappointed by the lack of reaction as he just turned around, starting a conversation with Steve. Just gotta try harder than that, I guess.
After a little while longer, you fake a shiver and turn to him, discreetly whispering to him. "Hey, Eds. I'm cold. Be a good boy and go grab me my jacket from the van." You hear that sound again before he turns on his heels to leave, still no reaction. You huff and roll your eyes.
As the night goes on, you continue with your antics to no avail it seems. Eddie doesn't even react, just does whatever you say or nods his head at you. It kind of gets under your skin that nothing you do seems to get his attention.
"Be a dear and go grab me another drink?" you push your glass towards him.
"Of course, my love." he says as he turns around to leave. The girls follow after him with an 'Oo, wait for me' to go get a refill. You sigh, placing your chin in your hand, trying to think of other ways to piss him off. Steve looks up at you before scooting closer.
"I know about operation brat; the girls spilled the beans. Don't worry, Eddie doesn't know... but... you do know he has a counter in his pocket, right?" You looked up at him confused. A counter? "You know, the little things that take count when you press the button? That clicking noise every time you're a brat? That's the counter in his pocket. He's keeping count of how many times you break the rules tonight. He clicks it twice when you do something especially bratty."
Oh. Oh. It makes sense now. You lean back a little, shocked he didn't atleast say something about keeping count.
"I asked him why he hadn't put you in your place yet while we were outside talking. He knows public punishment isn't exactly your forte and thought it'd be fun to watch how much trouble you got yourself into trying to make him react. I gotta say, you might wanna cool it. You were already up to 16 when we went outside and that was 3 or 4 clicks ago."
"Shit. Why wouldn't he atleast tell me? Like, show me he's keeping count. God, I'm so dead." You stared at the table as Steve chuckled. When Eddie came back, he set the drink down in front of you and you pulled him down by his jaw for a kiss, giggling and muttering a 'thanks, babe.' That way you could semi keep up appearances of teasing but not actually earn yourself another tick.
You, Robin, and Nancy went outside for a breather a few minutes later and you told them what Steve had told you.
"He did what?- wait, thats actually a great idea." Nancy said.
"No its not." Robin said quickly, making Nancy smirk. You chose not to comment on that interaction as you all walked back inside. For the rest of the evening you barely said a word to him, opting to talk to the girls instead.
You hadn't heard another click all night, but you couldn't be sure. The drive home was eerily quiet; you weren't talking in fear of getting into more trouble, and Eddie was just smirking in the driver's seat. He finally turned to you when you got close to the trailer.
"You remember when I told you to behave earlier and you decided to be a brat tonight anyways?"
"Yes, but I told you, the girls and I had a deal and I wasn't about to break it." You huffed and rolled your eyes at him. Click.
Fuck.
"Yeah, you promised them you'd be on your worst behavior, and I really think you outdid yourself this time. Don't worry," He pulled the counter out of his pocket, making you shudder. "I kept count. Read that number off for me, love."
"23?" You said questioningly. Damnit, Steve. Your numbering was off. Or had you somehow earned more than one click between then and now?
"Yeah, we're going to go ahead and split that up, I like an even 10s number of spankings so 3- That's how many times I'm gonna get you close and not let you cum. By the way, that doesnt mean you'll be allowed to cum tonight, it just means that you'll be denied 3 times. 20 times 2 is 40, that how many spanks your getting. See how that works?" You whimpered, looking down at the counter. You wanted to chuck it out the window but you knew better.
"Do you have to?" You pouted at him as he parked in the driveway. "You didn't tell me you were keeping track, that's not fair." He laughed. Like, full blown cackled at that. Once he finally calmed down, he wiped tears from his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Princess, I told you to be on your best behavior. You're the one that decided not to listen. A heads up for you, though. I'll be continuing to keep track, so you better straighten that attitude out and listen to what I tell you to. I'll add another denied orgasm everytime you misbehave, might aswell take your punishment like a good girl tonight. You won't get a warning. Now get inside." He opened the door and started walking towards the house, not looking back at you scrambling to follow him. That man and his long ass legs. By the time you reached the front door, he was in the doorway to his room.
"Kneel by the couch." He called out, shutting the door to his room. You kneeled on the couch, not trusting the cleanliness of the floors. He was in the room for a few minutes, and you started to get curious about what he was doing but your eyes stayed glued to your lap. Even when he finally threw the door open, you didn't dare to look up.
"Thought I told you to kneel by the couch, princess. You really wanna start off like this?"
"M'sorry, I just don't know when the last time it was vacuumed or cleaned and I'm wearing a skirt. You went in the room so I couldn't ask for a towel or something to kneel on."
He grabbed your chin to shift your eyes to his, nodding his head and sighing. "Ok, i understand. Thank you for atleast kneeling, princess." He leaned down to give you a kiss, soft and sweet, before sitting down next to you and dragging you over his lap. He left you kneeling so your legs were spread and your ass was shoulder height for him while you were propped up on your elbows.
You felt his hands running up the backs of your thighs and your ass, flipping up your skirt and sliding up under the hem of your panties, but not taking them off. He slid his hand down to touch your clothed pussy, rubbing his pointer finger in between your folds. You twitched under his touch, cheeks turning red because you knew you were already soaked.
"So wet for me already, baby. Can't wait to make you all messy." He pressed his finger down hard on your clit and swiped upwards, making a garbled moan leave your lips. Eddies constant guitar playing really did make him good with his fingers.
At first, it had been embarrassing how quickly he could get you to orgasm just from his fingers but you had gotten over that, opting to call him 'The God of foreplay'. However, tonight he was taking his sweet time playing with you and you were starting to get frustrated. You tried to wiggle your hips back but you felt a harsh slap on your thigh.
"That doesn't count towards your punishment, keep it up and I'll add five more. I want you to be still, princess." You moaned as he pulled your panties aside and sunk a finger into you, his ring brushing your entrance making you just at the coolness. You bit your lip to conceal the moans at every little push of his fingers in and every pull back out. It didn't take him long to add another finger and curl them inside of you, stroking the spot that made you dizzy. He placed a kiss to your back as he started gently flicking a finger over your clit, making you arch a little bit.
"S-sir, I'm gonna-"
"No, you're not." He said, but he didn't stop moving his fingers in you. You panicked, trying to focus on not coming as you felt the coil tighten in your stomach.
"Daddy, I can't." He still didn't stop. Just as you were about to cum, he pulled his fingers out. A sort of relief washed over you, but so did disappointment and want.
"Thats one." He said, slapping his hand down brutally on your ass, making you squeal and rock forward from the rapid change. He slapped his hand down 9 more times before stopping, giving you a moment as he rubbed over your already pink bottom.
He pulled your panties down to your knees, admiring how they stuck to your folds from your glistening wetness. He immediately rubbed his entire hand over your core, pushing on your clit and palming at your entrance over your folds.
You gasp and and arch your back as he starts rubbing his fingers in a circle around your swollen clit, occasionally swiping across it.
"You know, you look so cute when you're like this. Wanna make you cum so bad, princess. Daddy doesn't like having to punish you." He thrust two fingers into you again, still rubbing your clit. You shook as your orgasm built for a second time.
"D-daddy, stop. I can't, not- oh god- not allowed to cum. Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum." He pulled his fingers out before wailing down on your poor bottom again. The sting from the first set had sunk in and gone away, but with him leaving fresh slaps on your bottom, the sting came back full swing. You counted 20 before he stopped again, tears falling down your face.
The moment he moved to touch you again, your arms collapsed from under you, pushing your face into the cushions. A choked sob left your lips as you tried to wiggle away from his touch.
"Whats your color, baby?" He asked gently, rubbing over your red skin. He gave you time to take a few deep breaths and collect yourself.
"S'green, daddy." You breathed out.
"Were you at yellow for a second there?" He asked, voice calm and soothing. You nodded your head.
"Yeah, m'sorry sir. Just needed a second. Wanna get it over with but my brain couldn't comprehend the change so quick." Hs hummed and continued to rub your back for a moment, letting you relax.
"Alright, princess. We're starting again." You took a deep breath as he brought his hand to your cunt again, immediately shoved his fingers back in, 3 this time.
You twitched from the overstimulation as your pussy throbbed with want, though you knew he wouldn't let you tip over the edge. It didn't take him very long to get you close with you already being so sensitive. He felt the warning clench around his digits and removed them.
He gave you a moment to recover from your 3rd denied orgasm before saying, "Up, sweetie. Bend over the arm of the couch. You've got 10 more to go, last 10 are with my belt."
You reluctantly stood and shuffled to the edge of the couch, bending over for him obediently. Your mind was so fuzzy you didn't even recognize the first strike of his belt, you heard it before you felt it. He waited a moment for the sting to settle before bringing it down again, making your breathing pick up.
By the time he was done, you were panting as hot tears streamed down your face. He stood behind you, rubbing your back to calm you down as a whine releases from your throat at the pain in your ass.
"Learned our lesson, Princess?" You nod your head rapidly, standing up to turn into his arms. You hiss as the rough fabric of your skirt touches your bruised bottom.
“Dude.” Argyle leaned in for a closer look, staring deeply into the unimpressed, brown eyes peering up at him from her place in her bouncer, tiny fists curled near her head, fuzzy with dark curls. “You had a baby.”
Eddie snickered while Jonathan shook his head in amusement.
“Yeah, I know that, man.”
“No—you don’t get it, man! Like, you had a baby. You’re a dad. She is composed of half of your DNA. The fruit of your looms!” Jonathan choked on the cold pizza he’d been scarfing down at that bit of Argyle’s rant. “She’s—Oh, she got your eyes, too.”
Argyle ended on a coo, a finger reaching down to run over her soft, chubby cheek.
From the moment you and Eddie brought Penny home three weeks ago, you’d been attached to her. Utterly and completely obsessed with the perfect little being your body had spent months creating. While you’d been initially incredibly hesitant to meet her—coherently, at least, she’d been placed on your chest briefly when you’d been having a horrible out of body experience from the pain of having just pushed her out seconds before—it was hard for you to put her down now. You blamed that newborn baby smell. It was your weakness, if she was cradled against you, your head was angled down to sniff at her hair.
You loved bonding with her in general, but your mother had made sure Eddie knew to not let you withdraw from society once Penny came, and then she’d told Eddie all about Postpartum Depression, effectively scaring the shit out of him. So that’s how you ended up having a girl’s day with Nancy, Eden and Robin. Sure, you’d started crying after showering your little baby in kisses and love and you’d had to be literally dragged out by the girls but Eddie knew you’d have a good time.
Just like he knew he could totally handle Penny on his own. Jonathan and Argyle had come along with the girls, but both were entirely too curious about Penny to leave. Not at all because Eddie had body blocked the door once they realized their ride was driving off. Alright, he was still scarred from day two out of the hospital.
Max and Lucas had come over to the trailer to visit Penny—Lucas loved holding her, you found it so cute—when you had gone to change Penny’s diaper and immediately began crying out for help. Eddie had never bolted so fast in his entire life with Max and Lucas on his heels, and the sight that greeted them was horrifying in a new parent sort of way.
Penny had shit so violently once you’d undone her diaper that it was splattered on the wall, she was peeing all over your hands, and she’d thrown up, the milky looking substance also leaking out of her little nostrils. She herself didn’t look at all phased by what she’d just done.
So, yeah. Maybe he needed a little back up for now.
“Who’s got beautiful, angel eyes? Who’s got beautiful angel eyes? You do! You do!” Eddie watched Argyle gently tap her little nose, and his heart warmed when he could see his baby smiling around her pacifier. He knew it was probably just gas since she was starting to learn how to use her face, but he liked to imagine she knew just how much everyone loved her; that she’d never have to feel like he did growing up, unloved and alone until Uncle Wayne had stepped in when his father had been arrested and he had no one else.
His kid had family.
And a damn good one at that.
“You can pick her up, if you want.”
“Whoa.” Jonathan warned.
“Hey now.” Argyle took a physical step back from the newborn, eyeing her skeptically. “And risk dropping her—man, that’s not cool.”
“You won’t drop her, so long as you hold onto her. Kind of common knowledge, but simply don’t let go.” Eddie rolled his eyes, stretching forward from the couch to slip his finger into her tiny little hand. She gripped onto it immediately, and he leaned closer to give it a kiss, inhaling the scent of her skin. He couldn’t blame you for sniffing her all the time—she did smell ridiculously good.
“Fine, man. Then you get her out of that chair thingy, ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt her or something. I’m used to Eden’s siblings, they’re like uh a little older by like a lot and stupid invincible. One of her brothers came down the driveway on his bike just when I pulled up and I hit him with my car. Little dude just got right back up, kicked me and left!”
Eddie’s eyes were wide as saucers as he carefully pulled Penny out of her bouncer—the three of them collectively awing in adoration when her lower half scrunched up on instinct as she brought her hands to the sides of her head— and stood up in front of Jonathan.
“You get first dibs since you don’t currently have a likely hood of hitting my daughter with a car at some point in her life.”
Jonathan immediately looked like he wanted to runaway, but ended up hesitantly accepting Penny into the crook of his arms as Eddie handed her over.
It had been a while since he last held a baby, the last having been Will and he’d been a kid then, too.
He took to it naturally, though, his body relaxing as he held up her hand, thumb rubbing gently over her soft palm. Her squishy little fingers wrapped over his thumb as she stared up at him, most likely curious about a face she’d seen a couple of times before, but not so often this close. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking at all.
“She’s so. . . small.” That wasn’t what he meant, he’d meant she looked so innocent, so fragile to the world around her. She wasn’t even his kid, but the longer he held her, the more sure he became of the fact that he’d kick ass to keep her safe, something he didn’t do very often, but very effectively. “I’m an uncle.”
Eddie smirked, filled with pride as his daughter won another skeptic over.
Jonathan ran a hand over her head, mindful of her soft spot, in awe of how soft her hair was. Damn, she really was cute. And she did have Eddie’s eyes.
“She’s a pretty baby.” He commented, moving his thumb around in her hold.
“Not gonna lie, I thought she’d you know, be a little ugly when she came out, what with having been squished through a hole, but no. She was even a pretty newborn.” Eddie admitted, he hadn’t seen a whole lot of newborn babies before Penny, but he knew they looked like little aliens fresh out the womb.
“You and baby mama must have been some pretty cute looking babies, then. Any kids Eden and I have are screwed, man. I was hairy as hell and I’ve seen her baby pictures, let’s just say they’re gonna get double takes.” Argyle ranted, but he too was focused on Penny and Jonathan, looking a little envious.
Once Jonathan got his fair share, he shifted her around in his hold, making sure to support her head as he transferred her into Argyle’s ready and waiting arms.
He seemed to change his tune after witnessing Jonathan hold her and successfully not throw her across the room like a football.
Unlike Jonathan who hadn’t wanted to move her around too much in his grasp, Argyle sat her up right, making sure to support her head at Eddie’s prompting.
Penny looked startled as her body tried to slump forward, stopped by Argyle’s hold on her. The pacifier stopped moving, and Eddie tensed, waiting for the cry but it never came. Instead, the pacifier began to move again and she let out a soft grunt, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much.
He relaxed, sinking into the couch on Jonathan’s other side.
Argyle noticed her drooping lids and deciding to be brave, placed her back into her bouncer as gently as he’d seen Eddie handle her.
Eddie couldn’t help but grin down at her, taken with the way they’d drop completely only to shoot back up. He was reminded of all the late night conversations the two of you had, and how you always fought sleep off, keen on talking to him instead of sleeping. Your eyelids would get all droopy, you’d close your eyes, and then catch yourself, snapping up and briefly awake before doing it all over again.
Eddie wondered how many more memories of you looking at Penny would trigger for him. He couldn’t wait to figure it out.
As if she knew he was thinking about her, Penny’s gaze wandered to him and he locked eyes with a pair identical to his own.
Then she forced her pacifier out of her mouth and began to wail something fierce.
They all jumped up immediately, eyes wide at the sudden drop in her mood.
“What did I do? Was it something I said?” Argyle asked, blaming himself as he began to panic. Jonathan was running his hands through his hair, distressed.
“No, you didn’t do anything,” Eddie reassured him as he picked Penny back up and walked to the small kitchen, grabbing a bottle from a recent feeding attempt. “You hungry, little bitty pretty one?”
He held the bottle to her lips but that only seemed to make her angrier as she struggled against it, head moving away from the nipple. Her face was all squished up and took on a darker tint as her wails died down to whimpers. Eddie knew what that meant.
He was quick to place the bottle back down, but the damage was done. Penny was silent for the briefest of moments before she began shrieking. Water started to pull in the inner corners of her eyes—a new development, up until two days ago, all she could do was cry but her body hadn’t produced tears yet—and she let her little lungs ring loud in the trailer. Eddie knew his neighbors were probably cursing up a storm but they could kick buckets for all he cared.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. That’s not what you wanted, was it? My poor girl. Daddy’s gonna make it right.” Eddie soothed, cradling her to his chest with one hand holding the back of her head.
It seemed to do some good, hearing his voice had stopped the piercing shrieks, but she was still crying and very loudly.
He pulled her little baby bottoms back to check her diaper, but it was still clean so she couldn’t be upset about that.
Eddie sighed, raising her a little higher on his chest so he could nuzzle her, pressing kisses into her sweet smelling hair.
Then it hit him.
Penny was tired. That was it. She was just tired but unable to fully slip into blissful slumber on her own and she was upset about it.
Eddie wanted to beat his head against the fridge for having overlooked something so obvious. He reached down to turn the knob of the radio, bringing it to life before he began searching for a station. Once he’d stumbled upon one crooning out oldies, he swayed, patting her bottom to further soothe her.
Penny’s cries died down almost immediately, turning into soft grunts instead as her lids began to droop again. It was after Eddie started singing along, his voice low and soft, that she was finally able to fall asleep, snuggled up to her daddy with a fist full of his hair that was most definitely going to be super fun getting out of her grip without waking her.
Eddie turned to find Jonathan and Argyle watching them. Jonathan had a ghost of a smile on his face while Argyle stared at him in wonder.
“Dude. You’re a dad. You just did a dad thing!”
Jonathan grinned. “I agree. Looks like I’m the only freak in town now, you’re Eddie ‘The Dad’ Munson, now.”
“Hell yeah, I’ll take it.” Eddie didn’t bother trying to hide his smile, he was cheesing’ it up.
You’d called him something similar a couple of times. Teased him about being Eddie ‘The DILF’ Munson, which was really unfair given you hadn’t been cleared by your doctor to have sex yet, so he couldn’t make that a reality.
“It’s crazy how this time last year, we were freshly graduated, you were eloping against every single adults’ opinion and now you have a baby. It’s mind boggling. But like, at the same time it’s not. . .I don’t know, help me out here.” Argyle slapped the back of his hand against Jonathan’s shoulder a few times.
“Being a dad suits you. You’re good at it. You’re a good dad and a good family man.” Jonathan supplied, meaning every word. He’d know, he had a shitty dad like Eddie did.
That one simple statement hit Eddie hard, and he held Penny just a little tighter to his chest.
“Gotta give her everything I didn’t have.”
—
You nearly broke the door down when you’d gotten back to the trailer. Despite your hesitance to leave Penny, you’d actually enjoyed the time with your friends. Sure, you spent every single second you weren’t talking thinking about your little family, but you still had fun.
The car ride back was spent wondering how much of a mess the place would be. Robin was expecting there to be a small kitchen fire, Eden was expecting one of the boys to be crying, Nancy was just curious to see how Jonathan had lasted in the presence of a baby. For future after college and established careers purposes, of course. You had faith in Eddie, had seen how quickly he had and still was adapting to being a dad. The others you couldn’t ball park so your money was on Argyle being the crybaby to which Eden quickly agreed.
But you hadn’t come home to any of that. The boys were all sat on the couch, fawning over your baby who had woken up in much better mood.
“My baby!” You made grabby hands as they got up to greet you, and Eddie let you scoop her up from his arms in exchange for a kiss. You could hear Robin gagging when she realized she was third wheeling three different couples, so you assumed Nancy and Eden were also receiving ‘welcome back’ smooches.
You leaned down to violently inhale Penny’s new baby smell, pulling back with a look of satisfaction on your face. “That’s the good stuff. How’d it go?”
Eddie laughed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and trailed a finger through Penny’s curls.
“Oh, you know. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”
i see all your 'byler uses nicknames' hcs and i like some of them i really do but you literally cannot convince me that will 'certified 80's horror fan' byers didn't read IT one day and spent the next three years making everyone call him bill because they have the same name like idc that's canon to me
I hc that Chrissy used to have a crush on Steve (because who doesn’t uh?) before dating Jason, not a serious crush or anything just a “he’s kinda cute” thing. And then Steve starts to date Nancy Wheeler and she starts to date Jason and she forgets about him.
So, one summer day after breaking up with Jason and becoming friends with Eddie, she and Eddie are hanging out at lovers’ lake, smoking weed and talking. Just a normal evening for them. Until suddenly, Steve Harrington walks by and he waves at Eddie and Eddie waves back. Chrissy turns her head towards Eddie, astonished.
“I can’t believe you’re friends with Steve Harrington.” She says.
“I wouldn’t call us friends, we are acquaintances, we’ve hanged out a few times because of Henderson. “ Eddie replies, shaking his head.
Chrissy is still looking at him with wide eyes, not being able to process the thought of Eddie and Steve hanging out. And then, she remembers she used to fancy him a few years ago and she tells Eddie that.
And well, Eddie starts to feel a little jealous because if she liked Steve Harrington and then Jason Carver, there’s absolutely no way she’d like someone like him. He’s the polar opposite of those guys, he’s not athletic nor popular. He’s not even that charismatic (not that he’d ever admit that he finds Steve anything else that annoying, he’s got a reputation to maintain, and befriending jocks would ruin it). So yup, he feels a bit insecure, but he’s not going to tell her so instead he tries to joke about it.
“It looks like you have a type Cunningham.”
She frowns.
“What do you mean?” She asks.
“Tall, atletic, popular jocks.” He tries to explain, each word twisting his heart painfully. “First Steve and then Carver. At least Harrington is not an asshole.”
He avoids her gaze while saying this, fearing that if he looks at her, she’d see straight through him.
“I see.” Chrissy replies, biting her lip. “Well, I did used to have a type. Not anymore hopefully.”
“Oh. And what is your type now?”
“Mmm… I still like taller guys. Maybe longer hair, a bit rougher on the edges but kind. The kind of guy who likes rock and dnd but who also likes to goof around and make me smile.” She takes a drag on the joint. “Oh, and he has to like smoking weed too, but not too much. Just to relax once in a while.”
And although Eddie may be a little oblivious to some things, he doesn’t miss the point in what she’s saying, but he’s feeling a bit insecure still. Maybe she’s describing another person entirely and he’s just too delusional. After all, she’s Chrissy Cunningham and he’s Eddie Munson, there’s no way she would fall for someone like him, right? So, instead of acting on it, he jokes:
“Careful Cunningham or else I’m going to start thinking you’re describing me.”
Chrissy looks at him straight in the eye, serious in a way he hadn’t ever seen her be.
“And what if I am?”
“You can’t be serious.”
“I…” She starts. She looks at him one more time and the raises her knees to hug herself. “Listen, it doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want to. We’ll pretend I haven’t said anything and move on.”
“I love you.” He blurts out.
And she smiles at him, so wide he’s afraid her cheeks are going to pop. God he has never been more happy in his entire life.
A/N: I apologize for my absence but life is roundhouse kicking my ass right now. But I’m super excited about this piece!
Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader
Warnings: smut! Dom!eddie, spitting, name calling (both sweet and dirty- slut), unprotected sex, daddy kink!, creampie, mentions of porn
“Maybe it’s me; maybe I’m broken,” you sighed to Robin. She simply rolled her eyes as she continued to sort through the return stack.
“It’s not you- guys just suck,” she said.
“Hey!” Steve yelled from the back.
“Maybe you shouldn’t eavesdrop then!” You yelled back.
“Maybe you guys should just speak louder!”
“Oh my god, I’m gonna kill him,” you mumbled. “Seriously, Robin- is it to much to ask for a guy to make me feel good? He doesn’t even have to make me cum, just make me feel something!”
“Eh-hem.” The sudden clearing of a throat made you jump as you whipped around to see a flustered Eddie Munson standing awkwardly at the counter.
“Shit!”
“Munson! What’s up, man?” Steve said with a smile, emerging from the back.
“N-not a whole lot. Looking to see if you got any new releases in,” he said, his eyes not leaving you the whole time.
“(Y/N) definitely hasn’t,” Robin mumbled. You threw an empty case at her which she easily dodged.
“Um, yeah, let me check the back. I think I did see some new titles.”
Steve wandered to the back, leaving you flustered in front of Eddie. He stared at his shoes and rocked back and forth, not really sure what to say to you.
“I think I’m gonna go help Steve,” Robin said before heading off. You tried to catch her attention and tell her no but she purposely didn’t look back at you.
She was the only one that knew about your crush on the metalhead, although she claimed it was obvious by the way you became a flustered mess any time he was around. Despite him being one of the kindest people you had ever met, you were always too scared to make a move. So that’s why you settled for less than mediocre dates with far less than mediocre guys.
“So, uh, any plans for the weekend?” You asked, trying to break the horrible tension.
“Just gonna hang out and watch some movies,” Eddie answered.
“Right, right. Of course,” you mumbled, mentally facepalming yourself.
“Why do you ask?” He asked.
“Just curious! I think I’m gonna go see what’s taking those two idiots so long.”
Before Eddie could say anything else, you booked it to the back. You crashed into Robin and Steve who were listening behind the curtain that closed off the back room from the counter.
“What the fuck is taking you guys so long?” You whispered.
“We we’re having too much fun listening to you crash and burn out there,” Steve snickered. “I’m sure if you asked him to hang out, he would say yes.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You have Robin a death glare but she threw up her hands.
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Yeah, it’s just really obvious,” Steve chuckled. “Here, bring him this.”
Steve shoved you back out there with the tape in your hands.
“Did they get lost or something?” Eddie asked with a small smile.
“Pretty hard to find things when they have their heads shoved up each other’s asses,” you said loud enough for them to hear.
Eddie let out a loud laugh and it made your heart jump up your throat. He looked down at the tape in your hand and reached for it.
“For me?”
“Oh, yeah,” you nodded. You rang him out and handed him the tape. “I’ll see you around.”
“I’m counting on it,” he smiled.
—
“Why are the guys around here so boring?” You asked to no one in particular.
“I’m not boring!” Steve scoffed.
“Yeah okay,” you laughed. “What’s the most adventurous things you’ve done in bed?”
“Well…I… I’ve used a scarf?”
“A scarf?” You repeated.
“Were you cold?” Robin asked.
“No, I wasn’t cold! We used it as a blindfold,” he said sheepishly.
“I highly doubt you’ve blindfolded a girl,” you challenged.
“I never said she was the one blindfolded,” he said with a smirk.
“Harrington!” Robin gasped. Steve wiggled his eyebrows as you fake gagged.
“I can be a…what’s the new term kids are using these days…oh right, I can be daddy.” Steve tried to purr but failed miserably.
“You give off more of a mommy vibe,” you said. “You and your scarf of mystery.”
“Yeah, that’s not exactly kinky, Steve. Grandparents are using blindfolds these days,” Robin added.
“Yeah, why do you think they like knitting so much?” The three of you jumped when you heard the voice interrupt. Eddie stood there with a very amused expression on his devilishly handsome face.
“That’s gross,” Steve scowled.
“Thought it was kinky?” You laughed. Steve rolled his eyes before turning back to Eddie.
“(Y/N), here, was just saying how all the guys around here are boring in bed. Care to weigh in?”
“Steve!” You smacked his arm. “That’s not exactly appropriate to ask a customer.”
“A customer? Ouch. And here I was thinking we were friends,” Eddie said, holding his hand to his chest.
“We are friends,” you mumbled, rather embarrassed.
“Good,” Eddie beamed. He slid his return across the desk. “And I can promise you that not all the guys in this town are boring.”
Eddie sent you a wink before heading back out the door. Your jaw dropped as his words spun in your head. Robin ever so gently closed your mouth for you.
“Didn’t want you to catch any flies,” she chuckled.
“I bet he’s never used a scarf,” Steve grumbled angrily. “Maybe I should take up knitting.”
—
The next time you saw Eddie was at a small get together that Steve and Robin threw together last minute. You weren’t expecting him to be there but he was a part of the group now so you didn’t know why you didn’t think of it.
You sat in the kitchen with Nancy and Robin, lamenting about your recent and pitiful sexual conquests.
“Two dates, two duds- I literally have the worst luck!” You sighed. “I mean, is it too much to ask for a guy to eat me out and spit in my mouth?”
Nancy’s eyes widened as she looked behind you. You froze in your spot, not wanting to turn around.
“H-hey, Eddie,” Robin tried to smile awkwardly. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. Why was it always him?
“Hey, ladies,” he coughed. “Mind if I grab a drink?”
“Go for it,” Nancy said.
Eddie moved around you and reached across you to the drinks you were sat in front of. His eyes dropped down to your lips for a split second before moving back up to your eyes.
“Hi, (y/n),” he said loud enough for only you to hear. You swore you saw a smirk on his lips but your mind went into overdrive and you had to focus solely on breathing and not passing out.
“Earth to (y/n)? Can you move so we can grab a drink?” Dustin yelled from behind Eddie.
“I got it, man,” Eddie said, reaching across you again. His body was pressed to your side as he poured a couple drinks for his friends. His scent invaded your senses as you felt the heat from his body blanket your own. You didn’t realize your fluttered closed until he cleared his throat. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah,” you stuttered.
“You sure? I could bring you home if you’re not feeling well,” he offered.
“No! I’m good, I swear.”
“If you say so,” he chuckled. He gave you one last look-over before he finally retreated to the other room and you thought Nancy and Robin were going to double over in laughter.
“You know…Eddie might just be the solution to your little problem. He’s probably a freak in more places than just the streets,” Robin said with a wink.
“You’re insane!”
“She’s right! He’s totally into you and everyone knows you’re head over heels for him-“
“What do you mean everyone knows?” You shrieked.
“I’m just saying, you don’t exactly hide it well,” Nancy said. You rolled your eyes at your ridiculous friends and went back to sipping your drink.
You couldn’t get the image of Eddie out of your head for the rest of the night. By the time you got home, you were a mess, and not the kind you wanted to be. You settled into your bed for a long night of frustrating attempts to seek a release, one that never came.
—
“It has to be me; I’m definitely broken. If I can’t even fuck myself how can I expect anyone else to?” You sighed to Robin on the other end of the phone.
“Sounds like there’s something blocking that part of your brain. It’s probably that fact that you’re lusting over a certain metalhead whom you refuse to make a move on,” she said. You groaned and threw yourself back on your bed.
“He doesn’t want me,” you told her.
“You never know until you ask.”
“Yeah well I’m never gonna ask so just drop it. Please?” You pleaded.
“…fine…I’m gonna bring a care package over to your place later and we can hang out and take your mind off of things, okay?” She said.
“Sounds good. I’ll see you later.”
You hung up with your friend and stared at your ceiling. You needed to figure something out soon or you were going to combust.
Hours passed and you almost forgot Robin’s promise to stop over. You were in nothing but an oversized tshirt and your panties, not shy in front of your lifelong friend. When you heard the doorbell ring, you thought nothing of it as you bounded down the stairs toward the front door.
“Rob- oh my god!” You froze as you saw someone who was definitely not Robin Buckley standing outside your door. “Eddie?”
“Sorry…I thought Robin told you I was coming?”
You looked at the bag in his hands, filled with some of your favorite items, and everything started to click.
“I’m gonna kill her,” you mumbled under your breath.
“What was that?”
“Oh, nothing! Thanks so much for bringing this for her, you really didn’t have to go through all the trouble.”
You tried to grab the bag from his hand and close the door but his grip was tight and his stance unwavering.
“She also told me I have to stay here and make sure you relax sooo do you mind if I come in, sweetheart?” He asked, already pushing past you and into your house.
“Sure?”
“Folks aren’t home yet?” He asked, taking a look around. You stood dumbfounded in your doorway, his question snapping you back to reality.
“They’re out of town visiting friends for the week,” you answered. You closed the door behind you and went to grab the bag but he stopped you.
“Not so fast, beautiful. I need to quality check the items first.”
You didn’t think anything of it until Eddie started to pull out a wide array of items-
a box of your favorite candy, some lotion, a scarf. You were confused by the selection but nothing mortified you more than what Eddie pulled out next.
“Talk dirty to me, parts one and two,” Eddie said with a huge smile.
“Oh my god!” You snatched the pornos out of his hands and threw them back in the bag.
“Damn, when Robin said you needed to relax, I guess she wasn’t kidding,” he laughed.
“Okay, I’m thoroughly embarrassed and ready to crawl under a rock so you can go now,” you said, trying to pull him toward the door by his arm. He pulled you back flush against his chest.
“Not so fast, sweetheart. That’s no way to treat a house guest, now is it?” The deep rumble of his voice sent a shiver down your spine.
“N-no,” you whispered.
“No what?”
“No…sir?”
“Good girl,” he smiled. He backed you against the wall, your heart beating a mile a minute. “Do you want me to help you relax?”
“Yes, sir,” you said without even having to think.
“Do you trust me?” He asked.
“Of course,” you said with a faint smile on your lips. You trusted Eddie more than you trusted most people and you knew he would take care of you.
He grabbed the bag and led you to your bedroom. You were nervous, not because it was Eddie, but because part of you really did believe you were broken and you didn’t want to be a disappointment to Eddie.
Eddie must’ve sensed your nerves because he turned to you and grabbed both your hands, looking you in the eyes.
“We don’t have to do anything, you know? We can just hang out o-or I can just leave…”
“No! No, don’t go. I’m just in my head a little, that’s all,” you sighed. He brought the back of your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to it.
“I’ve got you; please don’t worry,” he said. You simply nodded before letting him grab the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head. His eyes scanned your bare torso with nothing but adoration in his eyes. He left your panties on as he laid you down on your bed. You heard the bag rustle and the scent of lavender soon filled your nose.
“Just try and relax, baby,” he said softly. He rubbed the lotion together in his hands to warm it up before gentle squeezing your shoulders and running his hands down your back. He worked your tense muscles under his calloused hands, making you melt almost instantly.
The lower his hands went, the tighter the coil went in your stomach, just begging for release. He worked on your thighs, squeezing your ass in the process. His hands lingered on your ass for a minute before they slid back up to your shoulders.
You wriggled your hips uncomfortably, preferring he would’ve shown your aching pussy some much needed attention.
Eddie got impatient with your moving so he straddled your waist and pinned your hips down with his.
“Just try and enjoy this, sweetheart,” he said.
“I’d enjoy something else a lot more,” you groaned. He hit a particularly tense spot and you moaned as he massaged the knot. You felt him shift, pressing more into your ass. You let breathy whimpers fall from your lips as he started to grind his hips against you.
“Eddie, please,” you whined.
“Please, what, baby? Ask daddy nicely,” he said. The way he said that with no shame, completely confident and in control, made your mouth go dry. He stopped the movement of his hips- “I won’t ask again.”
“P-please touch me, daddy,” you begged.
“I am touching you, love,” he chuckled.
“No, I want you to fuck me!”
He moved back and slapped your ass, making you yelp.
“Watch the attitude before I fuck it out of you,” he warned.
“If you can,” you mumbled under your breath. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back.
“What was that?” He growled in your ear.
“I don’t think you can fuck me that hard, daddy,” you challenged. He let out a dark chuckle.
“Of course you’re a fucking brat,” he laughed. “I should’ve guessed. Maybe that’s why no other little boys in this town could satisfy you. You needed a man to know how to handle you, baby. Is that it?”
His other hand snaked it’s way into your panties; he was delighted to find out just how wet you already were for him.
“Yes, please. I need you!”
“There’s your manners; what a good girl.”
“Mm, yes. I’m a good girl, I’m your good girl,” you mumbled incoherently as he started to rub slow circles on your clit.
“That’s what I thought,” he said with a smug smirk.
You were trying to grind against his hand, trying to get more stimulation but he wasn’t having it. You were flipped onto your back and panties were ripped from your body, exposing your slick pussy to Eddie. He reached over to the bag and grabbed the scarf that you were suspecting Steve had something to do with.
“Since you have a problem with holding still-“ he grabbed your wrists and tied them with the scarf, putting them over your head. “Don’t. Move.”
“Yes, daddy,” you whispered.
Eddie crawled down so he was eye level with your pussy and it was hard not to move with anticipation. You needed him to touch you, to do anything, but you certainly weren’t expecting him to dive in and eat your pussy like a starving man.
“Eddie!” You shrieked. Your hands flew down to his hair and he immediately stopped.
“This is your one warning, babe,” he said as he threw your hands back up.
He turned his attention back to your clit, giving it kitten licks with his tongue. He would tease it at your entrance, only to return to your sensitive bundle of nerves. He was quickly bringing you to the brink of an orgasm, faster than you’ve ever gotten yourself there.
“Fuck, please. Please make me cum,” you whined. “Use your fingers.”
“You’re in no place to be making demands, princess,” he chuckled, his chin glistening. “The only thing going inside you tonight is my cock.”
His words alone were enough to build a fire in your stomach. He gripped your hips and pulled you flush with his face and you were certain he wasn’t even breathing. He ravaged his pussy with his tongue. Your head was swimming but you tried your best not to move, terrified he would stop and wouldn’t let you come. What a cruel punishment that would be- the only man to ever even bring you close to an orgasm only to take it away because you disobeyed.
The closer you came to the edge, the louder you chanted his name. He focused solely on your clit, providing enough pressure to finally push you over the edge. Your body convulsed as a powerful orgasm crashed over you. He didn’t let you go however, continuing to lap at your pussy as you came.
Once he was satisfied with his work, he crawled over your body and you expected him to kiss you but he didn’t. Instead, he tapped your jaw and said, “open.”
Your eyes widened more than your mouth when he spit directly onto your tongue. He didn’t even have to ask you to swallow, just smiled with pride as you did.
“Somebody listens,” you said with a smirk.
“Of course. How else am I gonna please my girl?” He asked. Your brain short circuited when he called you that but you played it cool.
“That was amazing, Eddie,” you sighed happily.
“Did you think I was done with you yet? I told you, the only thing inside you tonight is gonna be my cock. So if it’s okay with you, I’d like to feel just how well you take my cock,” he said with a devilish grin.
“Do I get to lose the scarf?” You asked.
“Only because you were such a good girl for daddy.”
He untied you and threw it to the side of the bed. He finally took off his shirt and jeans, leaving him in his underwear. You could see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric and it made your mouth water.
You reached toward the hem of his underwear and he let you take them off. You ran your fingers along his length, as if memorizing every detail.
You leaned forward and he stopped you. Your heart nearly stopped, thinking you did something wrong.
“I just can’t wait to feel your pussy, baby. That’s all,” he reassured you.
“Please, daddy? I just wanna taste you.”
“Are you questioning me? You take what daddy gives you and then you thank him.”
He lined up with your entrance, gathering your slick on his head.
“Daddy thinks quite highly of himself,” you teased.
“God, maybe I should fuck your mouth just to shut you up,” he growled.
“You won’t,” you challenged further.
Without warning, he slammed balls deep into you.
“You’re right. I won’t. Greedy little sluts don’t get what they want. You’re gonna get used however I want. I’m gonna fuck your pussy until you can’t even think of walking. You’re gonna milk my cock until I fill you with my cum.”
You were left breathless at his relentless thrusts but still managed to croak out a moan when he said that.
“Oh you like that, dirty girl? Of course you do. Letting me fuck you raw. You’re gonna let me cum so deep inside you, yeah?” His head fell into the crook of your neck as you raked his back with your nails.
“Daddy, I’m so close. Can I cum? Please, daddy, let me cum,” you cried. Literal tears formed in your eyes as you felt the coil tighten in your stomach once more.
“Shit, what a good girl. Fuck, didn’t even have to tell you to ask permission,” he grunted. “Cum, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.”
The tears flowed freely as your vision went white and all you could hear was static for a second before returning to reality. Eddie fucked you through your orgasm- trying so hard to keep his rhythm while close to cumming himself.
“Ohh fuck!” A few more thrusts and he was emptying into you, spreading a warmth throughout your entire body.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak out of you, down your shaking thighs, and onto your now ruined bed sheets.
“Shit, are you okay?” He asked, wiping the tears from your face.
“Yeah, sorry. That was just…I’m speechless. Phenomenal doesn’t even begin to describe it,” you said.
“You mean it?” He asked. His overconfident facade melted away and it made your heart swell.
“Eddie, that was everything I could’ve asked for and more.” You placed a gentle hand on his face and he leaned into your touch.
“I haven’t even kissed you yet,” he chuckled.
“Did you want to?”
“I would like to kiss you every day if I got the chance,” he admitted.
“I think that could be arranged,” you said before pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss.
“You’re gonna have to learn to obey your daddy then,” he told you.
“Yeah, good luck with that,” you laughed.
“That’s okay, sweetheart. That just means I get to punish you and fuck you ten times harder.”
“That better be a promise, not a threat.”
“God, you’re perfect.” He kissed you again and pulled you on top of his chest. “Get plenty of rest, sweet girl. Tomorrow we’re having a whole date day to make up for this unceremonious rendezvous.”
“We can return the scarf to Steve,” you chuckled.
“And you can thank Robin for setting this up.”
“Yeah…I should thank her…right after I kill her for embarrassing me so much.”
“It worked out, didn’t it?” He retorted.
“I guess it did,” you said with a smile. “Now that I know you can make me cum, I’m never letting you go.”
“I’ll make you cum every goddamn day if it means I get to keep you.”
*contains smut* thigh fucking, thigh slapping, mentions of carver (a warning in itself) ed’s being a lil degrading, porn w a plot, mdni
“pretty girl, i’m home!” eddie shouts through the house after letting himself in, knowing your parents are away on vacation, “where are you?” he calls out slamming the door behind him
you giggle because you can almost hear the pout in his voice, “i’m here” you announce bouncing down the stairs with a smile
his face lights up as he scurries over to the bottom of the stairs, he holds his arms out, “jump!” he says when you get closer to the bottom, you roll your eyes but still jump, wrapping your legs around his waist
“hello” you hum, holding his face in your hands before leaning down to kiss him, once, twice and three times as he turns you away from the stairs to set you down gently
“hi baby,” he replies, bending to kiss your forehead before swiping his bag up off of the floor, “i bought supplies!” he announces with a wiggle of his eyebrows, holding his bag up ceremoniously
“oh yeah? so weed and snacks?” you giggle wandering off down the hall and into the kitchen, “did you pack your toothbrush? clothes?” you ask with a tilt of your head as you lean on the counter
eddie squints his eyes at you, “yeah sure, of course, duh” he says rather unconvincingly while rooting through your fridge for one of the beers he had left in there, “new hoodie? s’cute” he points the top of his bottle at your clothing
you look down at your outfit, socks, your sleep shorts and a dark grey acid wash hoodie that almost covers your shorts, you pinch your eyes shut quickly as you realise the hoodie isn’t yours at all, in fact, it’s your ex’s, hence why it’s slightly swallowing you whole
“no, no, it’s not mine” you say quietly, fiddling with the sleeves. eddie raises his eyebrow at you while he drinks, his question coming across perfectly, “it’s, uh” you pause awkwardly, “it’s andy’s” you cringe
eddie stares at you as he sets his bottle down on the counter, he looks at the floor as he runs his hand over his face, “andy? basketball team andy? your ex?” he asks with a chuckle that has no trace of humour in it
he looks up and watches you as your mouth opens and closes repeatedly as you try to come up with, something, anything, “i-i i didn’t even realise! i just pulled it out of my closet earlier and threw it on” you rush out in a poor attempt to explain
“right” eddie speaks lowly and drags the word out, “but why do you even still have his clothes? hm?” he crosses his arms over his chest and slightly leans forward but giving his height, he’s still looking down over you
you shuffle on the spot under his gaze, “well after we split up, he refused to come and get his shit but jason told me he said he would call the police if i got rid of his personal items” you quote the other boy from the basketball team, raising your arms to make quote marks in the air, “so i just kept it and forgot”
eddie stands up straight again, stares at the ceiling as he pushes his tongue into his cheek with a scoff, “right so what am i, your boyfriend, supposed to think when you, my girlfriend, are walking around with your asshole ex’s clothes on?” he gestures with his hands between the two of you
you swallow thickly as you shrug your shoulders, knowing the more you seem to speak you’re just digging a hole you won’t be able to climb out of. eddie rolls his eyes and storms off past you and towards the living room, leaving his half drunk beer on the counter
he’s out of the room a handful of seconds before your body starts to move in pursuit, sliding into the room silently as he’s throwing himself down into the corner of the sofa. he stares at you as you stand in the doorway, “i’ll go take it off” you say quietly, ashamed, as your hands reach to pull it off
“no,” eddie says turning his gaze towards the tv which is showing a rerun of some corny show, “keep it on” he finishes
you frown but stay silent as you creep towards the sofa, lowering yourself into the opposite corner, allowing yourself to sink into the cushions, hoping they would swallow you, hiding from eddie in what feels like shame
the tv show continues to play in the background as you stare past it, the wall behind it and the pictures hanging on it burning into your retinas. the episode finishes and a new one starts and in that time eddie doesn’t even bother to look in your direction, not even when you shuffle around to pull your knees up to your chest
you begin to think that your boyfriend may never talk to you again as your eyes flit over to him when he moves to push some of his hair off of his shoulder. he flinches when his ring gets stuck, pulling on the brunette curl, forcing him to look over his shoulder to untangle it and in doing so, looking over at you
you purse your lips together in a wonky, sad sort of smile as your eyes meet but he doesn’t return it as his ring gets freed but instead he huffs and pushes himself to stand, looking down over you once again
“lay down, back against the arm” he orders, nodding at the arm of the sofa, you tilt your head but your mouth then falls open as he starts to undo his belt, “now” he snaps, a warning which you pick up on as your body starts to move, turning to lean back but still keeping your knees pulled up
your mouth opens to ask what is going on but he beats you to it, “you are going to lay there” he starts, pushing his jeans down his legs, kicking them off when they hit the floor, “while i fuck you in you ex’s hoodie” he concludes, pulling his semi hard cock out of his underwear
he wraps his fist around it and gently strokes it a few times, gasping to himself gently as his dick starts to fill out to it’s full length and thickness in his hand. you clench your thighs together once at the sight before you, the tip of his dick pink and shiny as pre cum dribbles out of the slit
eddie turns and kneels on the sofa in front of you, his free hand coming to part your legs for you, “this is solely for my pleasure, not yours, i don’t care if you don’t get to cum, understand? no whining” he explains, running his hand down your thigh, pushing your baggy sleep shorts until they crumple up against your hips
“yes” you reply quickly, with a nod, your stomach sinking knowing that your chances of cumming have just dropped to becoming non existent, you stare up at him, not daring to look down at his thick cock
eddie twists to grab a cushion from behind him, “yes what?” he asks, turning back to you. he lifts your hips up and shoves the cushion under you, manhandling your body around until you’re right where he wants you to be
“yes daddy” you say quietly and gently before sucking your bottom lip into your mouth. eddie holds your thighs open as he moves and settles between them.
“pretty fuckin thighs” he mumbles, digging his thumbs in gently, gently enough it almost tickles, your eyes fluttering shut but it’s short lived as they’re snapping back open when a harsh slap lands to the soft skin, one on the inside of each thigh
you gasp at the sting of his rings, metal crashing off of sensitive skin. eddie fake pouts down at you, mocking as he leans down and spits, fat puddles landing on the slightly reddened skin, strings of saliva hanging from his bottom lip as he spreads the wetness around, soaking the inside of your thighs
“what?” you whisper, almost to yourself, but eddie catches it and lands a slap down to the outside of your thigh as he hisses out a ‘shh’, you oblige
“i lied by the way” eddie hums, sliding his wet fist back over his cock which has turned a gorgeous shade of red, angry and leaking over his fingers. he shuffles forward, his dick hanging between your legs as he slides his hands down the outside of your thighs, pushing them together, “i’m not going to fuck you, you don’t deserve it, i’m going to fuck your thighs”
a whine escapes you, catching in your throat as you feel how hard he is, pushing into your legs as he ruts forward once, hissing at the easy slide and how wet your skin is against him
“only good girls deserve to get fucked” he sneers, moving your legs so both of them rest on one of his shoulders, “and good girls don’t wear their ex’s hoodies” he grits as he starts to move
you can’t not stare at your thighs as he thrusts toward, his perfect cock sliding forwards harshly, squelching gently. you look up to him with a slight frown, attempting to ignore the way your cunt leaks into your panties
eddie starts to moan, his lips parting slightly as they rumble up through his chest and throat. you bite back your own moans as he keeps eye contact, staring straight down at you as he pulls back until just his cock end is trapped between your thighs, grinding gently as pre cum leaks onto you, running down your skin
“you’re a fucking slut, y’know that?” he grunts, digging his fingers into your legs, this time you do whine, he raises an eyebrow as he surges forward until his balls are smacking off of you.
one of his hands leaves your thigh as he leans forward, almost folding you in half under him. he harshly squeezes your face, his thumb digging in one cheek and his fingers pressing into the other. he holds you there, fucking himself against you with a grunt. he lets go of your face, pushing a little so your head jerks away from him, “whore” he huffs
the way your thighs clench together on their own deceives you, your own slick starting to seep into your shorts as they quickly become uncomfortable.
eddie growls above you while he looks down, watching his dick disappear between your legs, his heavy balls slapping against you as his cock starts to throb
“such a little whore, walking about in your ex’s hoodie right in front of me? are you fucking kidding?” he huffs, puffing his cheeks out, “you still think of him?” he asks slapping the outside of your thigh, the sound alone making you jolt
“no, no! never” you scramble to reply, moving to wrap your fingers around his wrist, your bottom lip trembles when he slaps your hand away, “daddy” you pout
“don’t you fuckin’ dare daddy me” his voice raises slightly, “think you’re going to get anything out of me? don’t be a dumb little bitch” he pants, you know he’s getting closer
a tear runs down your cheek as you look away, staring at your thighs which are starting to burn from friction. you can feel his cock pulsing against you, can almost feel the way his balls are starting to draw up, the vein that runs along the length of him pushing into your skin
eddie squeezes your thighs, his rings digging in as his thrusts start to become sloppy, like he’s not sure whether he should be surging forward or pulling back, “you gonna cum daddy?” you ask, staring up at him, all fake innocence and big doe eyes
he grunts, “ye-yeah, gonna fucking blow my load all over this hoodie,” he moans at the thought of it, “see if you wear it then, stained with my cum” he smirks as his shoulders start to drop and his stomach tenses
you moan loudly, your head titling back and bouncing off of the arm of the sofa, “yeah? claim me” you whisper, running your tongue over your lip
“shit” eddie whines, “yeah, fuck, tell me that you’re mine” he orders with another slap, you’re sure there will be a hand shape or at least, ring shaped, bruise there later
“i’m yours ed’s, all yours, forever” you ramble, your hand slides between your legs, your fingers sliding over the top of his cock, over the slit every time he fucks forward, “cum for me”
“fuck, oh god, im gonna” he pants, “gonna fucking cum” his voice strains as his hips smack into the back of your legs, his balls bouncing against you as his cock shoots fat white ropes of cum over the hoodie
your thighs loosen as eddie takes himself into his fist again, squeezing and jerking gently, milking himself until his cum has painted the front of the hoodie, all the way up to your chest, lines of milky white scattered over the fabric light lightning
“shit” he pants, slumping against the back of the sofa so that he can catch his breath. you straighten your legs, flinching at the ache of muscles unclenching. eddie shuffles back and stands up, swiping his jeans up off of the floor, “get up”
he pulls you up by the hood but you stumble, gripping onto his arm to steady yourself which causes him to roll his eyes
“you got any more of his shit?” eddie huffs as he redresses himself, you nod, “where?”
“in a bag in my closet”
“go and get it, we are taking that and the hoodie back to him, now” he smirks as your face drops but you don’t protest, taking off out of the room before he can say anything else
by the time you’ve got to your room the cum has mostly dried, staining the hoodie beyond repair. you slide it off over your head and grab one of eddies out of your closet, sliding it on before getting a pair of jeans on and grabbing the rest of your ex’s things
“come on, some time today!” eddie calls up the stairs, you can hear him throwing his keys around as you get to the top of the stairs, “let’s go”
the drive is silent, awkward but eddie taps his fingers off of the steering wheel so you decide he must be in a slightly better mood. his van rumbles to a stop outside andy’s and as you look over, he’s in the garage attached to the side of the house with what appears to be the rest of the basketball team
“go on” eddie smiles at you, leaning over to push your door open. you slide out onto the pavement, holding a bag of andy’s belongings, his hoodie draped over the top of it
“uhm, hey, andy?” you call out, not daring to move up the drive, you hear eddie wind down the window behind you. andy, along with his friends all turn, all their faces looking at you with the same questioning expression, you hold the bag up
andy jogs down the short drive, “my shit?” he says plainly, his voice flat. you nod your head and pass over his things, his eyes fall to the hoodie immediately, “the fuck did you do to it?” his voice raises
eddie leans out the window, hair blowing in the wind, “or the better question, what did i do to it” he quips with a wink as you rush to get back into the van before andy can figure it out, luckily he’s slow
the other boys start to crowd around andy, all of them realising at the exact same time, “what the fuck, munson? fucking freak!” andy bolts forward, slamming his fist off of the van as eddie peels it away from the curb with a cackle leaving your ex stood there holding his cum stained hoodie
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ed’s being possessive is something so special to me 🤭🤭
