Warning: THIS FIC CONTAINS MOMMY!KINK CONTENT. If you don't like it don't read it. I'm not responsible for the fiction you choose to read.
Summery: Eddie is still in a lot of pain after being released from the hospital after the Upside Down. A combination of strong pain medication has him begging for his Mom. Only problem is she's been dead for 10 years which leaves everyone except YOU confused.
Tags: Mommy!Kink, Breast play/Elements of ANR/ABF relationship|no milk, handjobs, cumming in pants, accidental kink reveal, Dom!Reader, Sub!Eddie, Crying!Eddie - Anything I've forgotten will pale in comparison to the first 2 tags so if you're still here you're fine.
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A/N: Don't bother sending hate, I don't care to hear it. DO send love though. I am happy to make more of this content but I need to know people want it. Commenting "Part 2" isn't as helpful as you might think. I need to know what you want and why.
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It wasn’t too late on a stuffy night in April 1986. Only around 7pm but your shift wasn’t supposed to finish until 9pm. Regardless of that fact, you made your way up the front steps of the Munson’s trailer. Knocking on the door and ripping off the work cardigan you had mistakenly worn, thinking it would be a little cooler this evening.
The door opened for you as you pulled your arms out of the jumper. You nodded at the friendly face of Steve Harrington as you walked inside. Removing your garment fully and lying it down over the back of one of their kitchen chairs.
Wayne greeted you from his place on the couch. Standing as you entered and making his way over to where you stood. You looked up from your cardigan, smoothing out the stomach of your blouse as your eyes flicked between the two men that now invaded your personal space.
“So what’s happening?” You asked, trying not to sound annoyed. They had called you repeatedly at work and when you’d finally got a chance to return the call, they had asked that you come over when you could. Your stomach had dropped at the request. Fearing the worst.
You had been dating Eddie Munson for over a year now. You’d met outside of school and hit it off immediately. You had asked him out and he’d seemed ecstatic that someone like you had even looked in his direction. You’d been inseparable since then.
Which is why when you spent one short night apart for the first time in six months and Eddie had started the next morning by being accused of murder, you knew he didn’t do it.
You’d found him at Rick’s. So when Steve and the others had come looking for him, you’d been there as well. You’d helped them drag his stupid ass back into the Right Side Up and to a hospital after he’d tried to die a hero. You’d all been taking care of him ever since.
He’d finally been allowed home from the hospital last week and without a team of nurses around 24/7, he’d needed a lot more care. You’d been there as much as you could. But you still had to work nights to save for college and getting Eddie out of this shithole town.
So the entire gang had taken on roles in Eddie’s care. They planned to do the same for Max if she’d ever be released. Steve had spent a brief amount of time in the hospital as well but he didn’t need the level of care that Eddie did and Nancy was there for him when he got out.
“Well…” Steve began with a sigh. “He just um… He’s been a bit of a handful.” He admitted awkwardly. “Sorry about dragging you away from work it’s just-”
“We thought maybe you could calm him down.” Wayne interjected, arms across his front.
“Yeah.” Steve agreed. Not having anything else to add as you frowned at them both and turned your attention down the hallway towards Eddie’s room.
“It doesn’t sound like he needs calming?” You asked slowly, confused by the deafening silence.
“Yeah.” Steve laughed clumsily. “Well he’s been pretty upset. Probably tired himself out honestly.” He said as he scratched at his head. “Thing is, he’s on so many pain meds. He’s incoherent if he takes them all at once.” He said, despite the fact that you knew this well.
“Yes.” You replied shortly, feeling a little irritated that you’d missed out on two hours of pay for what you thought was an emergency but was beginning to seem more like Eddie chucking a tantrum they couldn’t handle.
“Yeah okay, so we’ve been trying to space them out so that doesn’t happen but…” He trailed off, fingers grinding against his forehead as he tried to find the words.
“He says he’s still in a lot of pain.” Wayne filled in after it became clear Steve wasn’t going to continue.
You nodded, looking between them sadly. They’d been doing their best, and you knew they were taking such good care of him in your absence.
“Even Nancy buckled.” Steve added scandalously, making your brows raise in surprise.
“Shit.” You said, astonished. Placing your hands on your hips as you thought. Nancy was easily the strictest of all of you all. Eddie must have had to really put on a show of being in agony for her to lose her resolve.
“So anyway now he’s taken all he can and he’s losing his goddamn mind.” Steve explained, finally getting to the point. “We, we knew you were at work and we really didn’t want to call you but… We just didn’t know what to do. He was yelling and screaming and… He’s…” He paused, shaking his head as he exhaled sharply. “He’s asking for his Mom. Begging for her, more accurately.”
Your eyes widened at the admission, blood running cold as you stared at them both. Hoping they didn’t notice the sudden stiffness in your body.
“Oh.” You breathed.
“She’s been dead for over 10 years.” Wayne mumbled, tensing his jaw as he looked off to the side. It was clear that even after all this time her death still affected him or perhaps it was Eddie’s grief that had him choked up.
“He’s insisting she’s not dead.” Steve added solemnly. “That she'd come if we just called her.”
You licked your lips, swallowing thickly as you contemplated your options. Your head feeling light as thought you might pass out but your belly feeling heavy, dragging you down.
“Um…” You uttered nervously, bottom lip trembling as you closed your eyes and took a calming breath. “Fuck.” You uttered. The boys turned to you with concern. Wayne reaching out a hand to settle on your shoulder.
You placed your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze and looking at him apologetically.
“What is it?” He asked, so kind and full of love. He was like a Father to both of you at this point. You sighed, hoping he’d be able to look at you again one day after you told him what you needed to.
“I’m going to need you guys to not look at me when I say this.” You admitted, holding up a hand to shield them from view as you stared at the floor. “Especially you Wayne.” You added with a wince.
The men looked at one another with concerned expressions, both turning away as they waited for you to speak.
You peaked out from behind your shield and saw that they’d both respected your request.
“Okay.” You sighed, hyping yourself up. “I um… I don’t think Eddie wants his Mom.” You said quickly. “Not his… his biological Mom.” You added before they could protest. “There's this thing that we…” You paused, words stuck in your throat as your face flushed impossibly red. “I think he wants…” You stopped again, shuffling awkwardly as you groaned at the position you’d been put in. “He wants me.” You finished through gritted teeth.
The silence in the room was palpable. The ticking of the wall clock and your own shallow breaths the only sound for much longer than you would have liked. Your entire body felt hot and tingly. Sweat beading on your forehead as you waited for the floor to open and swallow you whole. A small part of you would have been grateful if the gateway to the Upside Down above your head opened up once more and sucked you in. Anything but the unrelenting silence.
“Alright.” Wayne croaked eventually. The tone in his voice was unrecognizable as you closed your eyes and huffed out a breath. “Okay.” He said, as if he was still very much trying to process the new information.
You dropped your hand slowly, looking up from the floor and seeing Wayne first. He was about as beat red as you felt, refusing to make eye contact as he stared off at something beside you. You turned to Steve, narrowing your eyes at the shit-eating smirk on his face.
“Nice.” He nodded, making you frown at his chill attitude.
“I swear to God Harrington if you ever make fun of Eddie for-“
“Hey, hey!” He stopped you, holding his hand up in surrender. “It’s alright.” He chuckled, raising his brows and shaking his head softly. “Everyone’s got their thing.”
“Jesus Christ.” Wayne muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.
“Hey it could be like, so much worse.” Steve laughed. “He could be into like… piss or something.” He said casually holding out a hand in a half shrug as Wayne slowly sunk down onto the couch with his hands over his face.
Your breath hitched at Steve’s comment. Your arms coming up to cross in front of you as you went back to staring at the floor. Shoving down hard the overwhelming urge to defend Eddie for his secret piss kink.
“Well I mean…” Steve began when Wayne didn’t reply. Scratching at the back of his neck as he turned to you. “You should probably get in there then.” He gestured with his head to Eddie’s room. “Come on, Nancy and I’ll get out of your hair.”
“I think…” Wayne piped up, both of you turning back to him as he dropped his hand into his lap. “I’d like to leave for a little while as well.” He muttered, looking up at Steve. “Got a spare seat? I think I need a drink.”
Steve sniffed out a laugh, nodding at the older man before setting off down the hall. You followed silently. Smiling weakly at Nancy as you both entered Eddie’s room.
“Come on Nance.” Steve called. “Y/N’s got it from here.”
Nancy frowned at the statement from her place on the edge of Eddie’s bed.
“Are you sure?” She asked skeptically, pushing herself to her feet slowly.
“More than sure.” Steve answered confidently, waving her forward in a ‘hurry up’ motion and pushing her with a gentle hand out the door.
“Wait…” You asked, looking around the room before turning back to them. “Where is he?” You asked frantically. Eddie wasn’t in his bed where you’d expected him to be and a quick scan of the dark room didn’t reveal his location.
“He’s in the corner.” Nancy answered, her tone sorrowful as she pointed towards the other side of the bed.
“Oh.” You breathed, face falling as you squinted in the darkness and managed to catch sight of the very top of Eddie’s head. He had his back against the drawers of his bedside table. Sitting between the mattress and the large amp he kept against that wall..
“Are you sure you’re going to be-” Nancy began to ask. Being cut off by Steve before she could finish.
“She’ll be fine Nancy, trust me.” He said softly, placing his hand on the small of her back and trying once more to shuffle her from the room.
“I know it’s just he wan-” She began again, making Steve groan.
“I’ll fill you in, in the car.” He whispered hurriedly. Giving you an apologetically look before finally managing to leave the situation. You could hear them arguing as they walked back down the hallway. Nancy, still skeptical you’d be okay with him on your own after the tantrum she’d witnessed and Steve telling her to please leave it alone until they left the trailer.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes against the embarrassment and exhaling slowly into the dark room. You were mortified in general but even more so knowing they were about to talk about you both in the car after they dropped Wayne off. You sighed, supposing that at the same time it didn’t really matter all that much who knew about what you two did behind closed doors.
It was a small price to pay to have Eddie alive and safe.
“Eddie?” You asked into the darkness of the room. Watching the space where he was sitting and seeing him shuffle at the sound of your voice. You smiled to yourself sadly, walking around the bed and standing in front of him. He was sitting with his knees pulled up, forearms crossed on top of them. Head bowed.
“Hey.” You whispered as you knelt down to his height. Watching as he fidgeted without looking up.
“Mommy?” He asked, so quiet you almost missed it.
“Yeah…” You acknowledged, tears welling in your eyes at his vulnerability. “Yeah it’s me Baby.”
Eddie sniffed at the confirmation, a choked sob leaving him as he crossed his legs and held out his arms. You took one of his hands in yours, kissing it softly all over before dropping yourself to the floor completely and resting your back against the mattress.
It was your turn to hold out your arms, gesturing for him to come to you which he did with gusto. Wincing and groaning as he crawled the short distance and threw himself over your lap.
You pulled him close, careful to avoid his wounds to the best of your ability. He shifted himself naturally. Knowing exactly where he wanted to be. You sat against the bed with one knee pulled up, using it to brace your arm as Eddie laid his head down against it. He was facing you, draping himself across your lap with his head tucked into the crook of your elbow. Holding him up so he didn’t have to use his sore muscles. You gently caressed his face with your free hand. The other massaging his scalp as he huffed and heaved against your chest.
He mouthed at your breasts, annoyance evident in the way he stiffened as his lips caressed your shirt. You moved your hand from his face used it to fumble with the buttons of your blouse. Undoing the first few, you shrugged it off your shoulder. Hooking your thumb under the strap of your bra and pulling it down as well. Eddie lunged for you. His lips dragging against the back of your hand as you pulled your tit free and tucked the cup of your bra underneath it. Eddie grumbled as you moved your hand away and shook your head at his eagerness. Fisting your hand in the curls at the back of his head as he latched onto your nipple. Sucking at it harshly and making you grunt.
You’d been doing this on and off for months now, you should be used to it. But he’d spent a lot of time in the hospital and you. You hadn’t spent any time truly alone together in weeks. Hadn’t been able to calm him this way since before everything happened.
Eddie clung to you, a handful of your shirt in his fist as he slowed down his suckling. His body relaxing at the repetitive motion. You felt him melt against you. Finally settling down, boneless in your embrace.
You weren’t sure when or how he’d worked out that repetitive sucking could calm him down. That it could settle his racing heart and mind. Pull him from deep within a panic attack or distract him from his aching body after an injury.
Placebo? Maybe. But who were you to deny him? Instinct taking over as you gently cradled his head and stroked at his cheeks with your free hand. The urge to nurture him was strong within you. He asked so little of you and to him it meant the world.
You ran your hand up and down his arm. Petting him gently and listening to his small content noises as your mind began to wander.
You couldn’t help but wonder if a little breast play was all he was after tonight. The tent in his pants had been obvious since the second he’d latched onto you. But that didn’t really mean anything when it came to Eddie. He was overly sensitive and his dick tended to respond more often than he liked to things he wasn’t sure about.
It’s not like you’d never touched him while he suckled from you. You just weren’t sure what he was feeling right now. Being injured and in pain. If he was even thinking about sex or if it was just his body doing it’s thing.
You slipped your hand onto his chest. Slowly moving lower, smoothing over his stomach and abdomen before settling on the waistband on his sweats. You felt his hips stutter under your palm. The tip of his hard cock grazing against your little finger through the fabric as it jolted excitedly.
Your eyes flicked back to his face, trying to gauge his reaction. You could just make out his features in the dark room. Watching as he blinked lazily. Staring at your chest and absently sucking against your nipple. You were right. He wasn’t asking for anything or expecting it. His body was simply reacting to the situation.
Regardless, you felt compelled to offer to take care of his issue. It had been a long time since you’d had the chance to touch him and you knew if he wanted it, you could truly relax him.
“Eddie?” You asked softly, seeing his glazed eyes snap to your face. “Do you want Mommy to make you feel better?” You whispered, hand on his abdomen tapping gently to get your point across.
Eddie’s eyes widened a little at the question and you couldn’t help the small smirk that played on your lips at the sight. You knew if you could see him properly that he’d already be flushed.
He nodded quickly, lips swiping against your nipple as he let it go. Making your breath catch in your throat. Wetness seeping into your underwear.
“Can you ask Mommy for what you want please?” You requested, wanting to make sure you were on the same page.
The inability to press your thighs together making your cunt ache. He was so pretty with his shiny eyes staring up at you like you held the moon in your hand.
“Please touch me Mommy?” He whispered, broken and soft. His voice sounded hoarse from the yelling before you arrived.
He shifted against you, suddenly uncomfortable. The painful hardness he had been ignoring abruptly became too much. It was lighting up his nervous system and highlighting other unpleasant feelings throughout his injured body.
“Please?” He asked again, still soft but this time impatient as his uneven breaths ghosted over your rosy bud before he took it in his mouth once more.
“Of course my love.” You replied tenderly, the hand on his waistband slipping under it quickly and sliding over the cool wetness dripping from his eager member.
Your hand curled around it hastily. A grunt from Eddie sending vibrations through your breast and forcing you to let out your own breathy moan.
You began to stroke him slowly. Pulling up, twisting at the head and rolling your palm over it before sliding back down. Your fingers moving easily against his shaft, slick with his own excitement.
One of Eddie’s hands reached for your other breast. Palming at it greedily as his eyes slipped closed. Small sounds of pleasure being released against your chest as you continued to stroke him languidly.
“You like that?” You asked, feeling him nod in reply. “You like when your Mommy fucks you with her hand?”
Eddie’s hips jolted in response, his mouth detaching from you suddenly as he moaned aloud.
“You’re being such a good boy for me Eddie.” You hummed. The arm cradling his head pulling him back towards your chest as he choked on an inhale.
Your hand continued to move against him at the same teasing pace. Not too slow but not enough for him to cum without you getting him there in other ways.
“You like sucking on your Mommy’s tits while she touches you?” You asked, already knowing the answer well. Eddie mewled in response, sucking harder as you felt the swell of his cock under your hand. “Good.” You sighed in a sultry tone. Stopping to tease at the tip for a minute before slowly sliding back down.
A frustrated sound slipped from his lips as he bucked his hips against your first.
“Uh uh.” You tutted gently. Shushing him by stopping your hand at the base of his dick and squeezing. “You’ll hurt yourself.” You reminded him. Feeling the breath from his indignant huff against your breast as you smiled to yourself. “Relax Sweetheart. I’ll get you there.” You promised, leaning down to press a kiss against his cheek.
Eddie’s head turned quickly, chasing your lips with his own and capturing them before you could pull back. You kissed him for a moment, letting him have it until he got too eager. Pulling away and feeling a pang of hurt as he whined at the loss.
“Don’t want to tear your stitches.” You reminded him. Eyes falling to the large adhesive bandage that ran down his neck from his cheek.
Eddie slumped in defeat, screwing his eyes shut as his free hand gripped painfully hard against your other tit. Normally he could take the teasing. Although there was always a little bit of pushback. This man could be a hell of a brat when he wanted to.
You felt it was probably time to let him have his way. You’d teased him enough for one night. He was wounded and tired. You figured he probably needed a good sleep and you were happy to help him with that.
“Alright Baby.” You whispered, a dramatic sigh for show. “I’m going to speed up now okay? But I want you to stay still. If you start moving I’m going to stop so you don’t hurt yourself. Okay?” You asked, hand still paused against his twitching shaft.
Eddie nodded vigorously. Returning to your nipple with fervor and waiting like a good boy for you to continue. His cock was screaming, abdomen aching where the pleasure had been pooling. His nerves were on fire, he was desperate to cum.
You began to move again, slowly at first until an impatient grunt sped you up. A sly grin on your features. He was being so well behaved compared to normal. You couldn’t tell if it was the injuries stopping him or the pure and simple desire to climax forcing him to go rigid and hold himself still. His lips the only part of his body moving voluntarily as he licked and sucked against your sensitive peak.
You could feel his breath become stuttered. Hear it as it inhaled through his nose. Small noises of satisfaction coming from his throat as you slid your palm against him in exactly the way you knew he liked.
You’d been in the dark long enough now to be able to see him better. His burrows furrowing and jumping back up. Eyes screwed shut but eyelids twitching as he groaned and mewled against your chest.
“Mommy’s very proud of you Eddie.” You praised, earning yourself a needy whine. “You’re doing so well Baby.” You reminded him, letting your thumb play against his glans with every stroke. He was close, hips twitching where they would normally jolt and buck. He was showing great restraint and you truly were so very proud. “You're such a good boy.” You said softly, making him groan. His cock kicking against your fist. Any second now. “Show Mommy how hard you can cum for her Eddie.” You whispered.
Always one to please you, Eddie obliged immediately. The heat blooming inside him exploding suddenly at your words. Pleasure overtaking him as your nipple slipped from his lips. His head falling back, mouth open in a silent scream as he writhed with the rolling wave of his peak. A long moan finally breaking free from his throat as you felt his desperate cock spurt against the inside of his sweats. Hot cum sticking to the fabric and dripping back down onto your hand as you worked him through his orgasm.
Finally he began to settle. His body twitched through the aftershocks as you continued to stroke him slowly, knowing that was how he liked it. Being touched until he literally could not take it anymore.
He relaxed against you slowly. Suddenly feeling much heavier than he had previously. Any worry he had about being too much for you was gone along with his fading consciousness. He nuzzled himself back into your breasts as you removed your hand from his pants. Wiping it on his hip, knowing the sweats would need to be washed anyway. You brought that hand to his chest. Pressing it firmly over his heart and feeling the beat under your palm. The gentle thumping slowing dramatically as you smiled to yourself at how relaxed he looked. The worry lines on his face were gone and his body was truly boneless this time.
You felt guilty for being annoyed earlier about leaving work. Wayne and Steve had been right. He needed this. He needed you. Needed his Mommy.
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Poor Wayne. When will I ever stop torturing him?
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