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This man is so gorgeous, I’m obsessed😩 

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Stranger Things 

Eddie Munson x Female Reader 

Word Count: 6.2K

Warnings: SMUUUT, LOTS of Dirty Talk, Spanking, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Arguing/ Angst, Crying/ Hints of Dacryphilia. 

A/N: I love this one. The thought of being put in your place by Eddie fucking Munson? Yes please. I didn’t do very much proof reading because I was eager to post after a writer’s block, so that is why I’m posting this at 2:22 AM.

You and Eddie don’t normally argue, but recently the arguing is nonstop. It all started when he was pissy one day after being frustrated with Lucas not showing up to hellfire. 

“Eddie, can you-” 

“No, y/n I’m busy,” He snarled at you, which was unlike him. You knew that he was stressed out from the lack of a member, but you didn’t really like the way he was being snappy with you that day. 

“You know, it’s not my fault Lucas bailed on you, you don’t have to be such a dick.” You raised your voice a little bit at the rude way he dismissed you. You were only gonna ask him to help you zip up your skirt. You walked into his bedroom from the bathroom, where he was sitting writing out posters for the club. Walking over to him, you spun around and continued to ask your question. “Can you zip me up?” You questioned with raised brows. 

You heard him let out a loud sigh and throw his writing utensil down. He grabbed your zipper and yanked it up. The sound of the zipper forcefully going up was heard, and then accompanied by a yelp. 

“Ow! Eddie!” Whipping around, you furrow your eyebrows at him. He had yanked the zipper without care and it ended up pinching you, the skin feeling red hot with the sting of blood. Finally his attention was brought to you, in some shock at the fact that he hurt you. Eddie was about to mumble an apology, but you were tired of his attitude.

“What the fuck is your problem?! You’re so inconsiderate to the point you just pinched the shit out of me! You could’ve broken my zipper!” You yelled this time, you were overreacting a little bit, but seeing him in such a dismissive mood was very unlike him. At your yelling, his eyebrows furrow, angry now. 

“You know, I didn’t know it was gonna fucking pinch you, but I’m trying to get this done, so can you please stop your bitching and whining and go!” He yelled, making it clear he was getting fed up. A breathy and short laugh escaped your mouth, in disbelief. 

“Bitching and whining? Fuck you, all I needed was some help with this god damn zipper, but you’re so busy with your stupid childish game.” You mock, and you know you’ve struck a nerve when he stands up, completely forgetting about the campaign. The look on his face was angry, brows furrowed and a small pout on his lips, and you started to walk away from him rolling your eyes. 

“Fuck me? No fuck YOU, y/n. I’ve been trying to get this finished for months now, and Lucas bailing just made it ten times harder because now I have to scramble to find a replacement.” He followed you into the kitchen of his trailer that you now basically live in. You have been dating for five months. The arguing had come and gone like this easily recently, so you thought it was just another argument like the rest this past month and you’d both apologize for the reactions. This one however turned into something heated, causing you both to say things you didn’t really mean to each other. 

“I hate you! I just wish you would leave!” You yelled at him on the verge of tears in the middle of your debate as he complained about your bitching and whining. You didn’t really mean it, and you regretted saying it the moment it came out, but you were so tired of hearing all of the things that were wrong with you. The problem was, the both of you hadn’t even said that you loved each other yet, so this hit Eddie hard. The words caused a still between you two. 

Hate. You hated him. It hung in the air silently, the both of you looking away from each other. You had your hands on your hips, looking up at the ceiling, trying to hold back your tears but to no avail as one spilled out. You wanted to say something. Something to retrieve what you had just said because you knew it hurt him, but you couldn’t get it out without sobbing. You truly loved and cared for Eddie, and you knew the sweet and loving person he is did not take well to it. So, you stood in silence as your lip quivered. Until Eddie’s heavy footsteps were heard walking towards his bedroom, slamming the door shut with a bang. 

Finally, you let out your tears, sobbing harder when you heard another loud bang come from his room as he threw something against the wall. You sniffled, trying to calm yourself. It was almost unbearable, because the fact was that you actually loved each other, but you both didn’t want to say it the way it felt so soon. You found yourself sobbing even more at the fact that the argument is over, and there was no redeeming yourself at that moment. You then decided that you needed to leave, to go for a walk or something. You needed to walk it off. And so you did, you grabbed a coat, and made your way out the door, shutting it lightly so as to not alert Eddie that you had gone. 

You were out walking for about an hour, not wanting to go back to face him because you didn’t know if you’d be able to get the right words out and apologize. A part of you was still angry at him though, a part of you not wanting to apologize to him because he had said some hurtful things to you ‘Ditz. Stuck Up. Pain In the Ass. A Bother.’ It all stuck with you, but you had said equally painful things to him. So when you finally decided to return after crying for a while, you entered the trailer once again. It was quiet upon your arrival back into the trailer, but only one thing had changed. Peering around the door, his bedroom door had opened, but it was only opened a crack. 

You crept in slowly, and shut the door as quietly as possible. For a while, you stood at the end of the short hallway, debating going in there. It was awfully quiet, and it was tortuous. You had finally decided to creep your way to the door, trying not to make noise as you approached. Opening the door, your eyes find Eddie in bed, facing the wall on the right side of his bed. Then your eyes find the source of the loud bang that you heard. Eddie had thrown the large boombox off his dresser and into the wall. It was destroyed. 

You decided it was best to lay next to him and not say a word, realizing you didn’t want to pry anymore. Because you obviously had been prying too much that day. As you sat on the bed, he flinched at your presence. Then you heard a sniffle. He was crying. He shifted his body weight more into the right side of the bed, not wanting to interact with you at that moment and also not wanting you to see his emotional state. You hadn’t even laid down yet, and he was already making it known that he did not want you there. Your legs swung up as more tears threatened to spill at the situation, and you hesitated your next actions. You turned to him, wrapping your arm around him and rubbing his arm soothingly. Instead, you decided to try and get what you needed to say out. 

“Eddie…” He stiffened at your words, not wanting more tears to spill. “I didn’t-”

“‘S fine,” he sniffled, cutting you off from talking about it more. He then sat up, trying to hide his face as best as he could, and grabbed a blanket from his closet. You saw it though, and it was not fine. Tears had dried up on his face, and his eyes were puffy and red from crying. It broke your heart. With his blanket in hand, he began to exit the room, avoiding all eye contact with you. “Night,” he mumbled on his way to the couch. You fell asleep crying quietly to yourself. 

That morning, you walked out of his room and saw him huddled up on the couch, lightly snoring. He was cold, the blanket not providing that much warmth. You walked into the kitchen, preparing to make the both of you breakfast. When it was ready, you went over to wake him with a light shake. You smiled sincerely down at him when his eyes rolled out of the sleep he was in, not looking very refreshed. He gave a small smile back, but not his usual genuine ones. You moved out his way to let him stretch, to which he raised his arms over his head. He noticed the breakfast on the counter as you walked over to get it for him.

“I made you breakfast.” Mustering up the most enthusiasm you could. He smiled down at the breakfast you gave him, he knew you felt bad for what you said. 

“Thanks,” he said, barely making eye contact. The rest of the day was spent barely talking to each other, and Eddie getting angrier throughout the day. However, this anger had stemmed from something long past the hellfire club situation. It stemmed from the memories of last night. How you snapped at him, called him names, and most of all the fact that you hated him and wished for him to just leave. He knew it wasn’t really true, but the fact that you were more comfortable and confident saying you hated him over I love you deeply saddened him. 

He started to ignore your comments, questions, and concerns. Every single one, until after two days of this silent treatment, you snapped.

“Eddie!” You yelled, fed up with the fact your boyfriend was completely ignoring you. Immediately, his demeanor changed from a calm, nonchalant one, to an angry one just like that night. 

“What?!” He yelled back, gripping the steering wheel harder on your way back to his trailer from school. He made eye contact with you for the first time in hours. You had yet to even apologize for what you said, but that stubbornness still resided in you after the things he had said to you as well. After a moment of eye contact, you squint your eyes and scoff at his behavior. 

“I’m so tired of this silent treatment.” You tell him, your voice laced with venom. 

“Well, you should have thought about that before you started this.” Snarling back at you and looking back at the road. Another argument ensued, obviously. You entered the trailer still arguing, but his uncle was sat in front of the television, looking at the both of you arguing. Mumbling an apology to his uncle, you headed for the shower. Eddie heading for his room. The both of you didn’t talk to each other much that rest of the week, unless it was to argue. One of you would say something, and the other would scoff and say something snarky. ‘Oh so now you wanna talk to me? What do you want? I don’t care.’ So on and so forth.

Back to the present, it is now Saturday, and the silent treatment has become a game. It was as if you were waiting for the other to speak up to quickly call them out for even speaking. It was becoming unbearable for you. For him too. You were ready to apologize, in fact, you have been ready to apologize. However, Eddie has been making it almost impossible by now. The way he blew you off made you want to defend your case, and you were getting tired of it. He could, however, tell something about you. 

You were becoming increasingly desperate to be touched. If you were being honest, you wished he would fuck your attitude out of you and make you apologize right then and there. The way you would start to unfurrow your eyebrows and look down at his lips when he was yelling. Watch him do simple tasks that you wouldn’t even notice to froth at the mouth over. Squeeze your legs together when he would come out of the shower dripping wet, the only thing on being a towel hanging at his v-line. It was undeniable, and Eddie knew, and he was beginning to catch on these past couple of days. It was like you were starting these arguments on purpose, desperate for him to at least speak to you in some way and for his eyes to be on you. So when you find yourself staring at him practicing for his upcoming concert for corroded coffin, you can’t help but speak up. 

“Eddie,” clearing your throat after you let his name out. He’s noticed the way you’ve been staring in his peripheral, so he stops playing, and looks up at you. Not with anger, but with curiosity written on his face. Your legs hang over the edge of the bed as you rest an arm underneath your head to look at him. 

“W-what are you playing?” you try to make conversation, desperately wanting to talk with him. He shrugs at your question. 

“D’know…what’d you care?” Scoffing, he looks back down at his hands as he continues to play the guitar. You know you shouldn’t, but you want him to pay attention to you so badly, so you pry. 

“God you are such a fucking dick,” you let out a laugh, and looking at him in disbelief. He stops playing again and looks up, eyebrows slightly furrowed, you smirked slightly at getting the attention you wanted. His eyes stare at you, looking you over, plotting his next words carefully. 

“Am I?” he questions, raising an eyebrow and taking his guitar from off of his shoulder. You can tell his demeanor has changed, almost playful, but still a little bit annoyed. 

“Yeah. For the past few days actually you’ve done nothing BUT be a dick.” You slightly raise your voice and sit up on the bed, watching as he turns around towards you after putting his guitar up. He moves slightly over to you, combativeness in his eyes. 

“You haven’t been the best either.” He rolls his eyes. “In fact, you’ve been a bitch all week, y/n.” He raises his voice slightly, the feeling of another argument coming on. You don’t take this one very lightly. 

“Of course! I’m a bitch, huh?! You are so fu-” He comes towards you and grabs your jaw forcefully and cuts you off from your yelling and cursing. 

“I.” He yanks you up from the bed, replacing himself in your spot as he yanks your shorts down, eliciting a gasp from you as you weren’t wearing any panties. 

“Am so.” He seethes, forcing your oversized shirt over your head. His hand grabs your arm and bends you over his lap. Eddie's lips coming down to your ear as he speaks. 

“Tired of this fucking attitude.” He tells you through gritted teeth. Completely naked on top of his lap in an instant, he grabs your throat with his left hand, forcing you to look up at him while his right hand massages your ass. 

“Is this what you want? Hmmm?” The tone of his voice changing to a more teasing one. A heavy smack of his hand coming down on your ass suddenly, you whimper out desperately, the sudden change in mood already has you soaking your thighs. This is exactly what you want. 

“You need to be touched? Getting bitchy ‘cause you haven’t been getting my attention?” Another smack coming down, a little harder this time, causing you to let out a light moan. 

“Fucking spit it out, brat.” He hisses, wanting you to tell him exactly what he’s been wanting to hear. 

“Yes, I need you to touch me,” you mumble out, straining a moan as his hold on your throat is causing the blood to rush to your head. Another smack coming down on your ass, lurching you forward. This time, he doesn’t give you very much time before he lands another one on the sensitive skin.

“That’s what I thought, you fucking brat.” He winds his hand back, landing a devastatingly hard one on your ass once again. You cry out, the pain stinging beautifully because while it hurts, you love it. The way he’s finally giving you the attention you haven’t had in a little over a week. 

“Eddie,” Calling out, tears beginning to prick in your eyes. 

“Don’t cry now, sit here and take it.” He hits the left cheek now. “This is what you wanted, hmm?” The hand coming down and smacking the right one once again as he slightly raises his voice. You lurch forward, but are stopped by his hand on your throat. You nod frantically as a tear slides down your cheek. This isn’t the first time you’ve been spanked, Eddie actually gets rough like this sometimes, but only when he’s pissed. You obviously don’t mind being spanked, especially when you deserve it. Two hard smacks come down on both cheeks. 

“Aww, is my baby crying? You want me to stop?” He asks in your ear when you sobbed out, massaging the burning skin. You shake your head no immediately, you want to take it for him. You can feel his dick hard poking at your side. He’s comando under those loose sweatpants, which you also had shamelessly looked at today.

“That’s what I thought,” His spanking and smacking continues until you let out a particular sob. So loud that the neighbors probably could've heard it if they were outside at this hour. He brings you up to straddle his legs. He looks over your face, smiling at the tears that he has made fall. His lips come up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. When he pulls away you sniffle as another tear falls. 

“So pretty when you take it so well. Too bad you’ve been such a brat” The palms of his hands soothing over your waist, you flutter around thin air at his words. He picks you up, clinging to him as he gently moves with you. Your back comes into contact with the bed, wincing at the sting on your ass as it comes into contact with the material of his bed. His lips immediately come into contact with yours once he has laid you down. Your lips move slowly together, but soon his lips engulf yours. Open mouthing you, his tongue is in your mouth, taking his time. The both of you relishing the kiss, sighing occasionally from the lost time you could’ve spent enjoying each other rather than spending it arguing. 

The pace of the kiss is unchanging, until his hands splay over your thighs, giving them a firm squeeze. When you moan into his mouth at the contact, his lips quicken onto yours, coming back to the reality of the situation. You were still in for it. His hands grip your thighs tighter, in a bruising hold. His lips make their way down to your jaw, sucking and biting at the skin. You go to run your fingers through his hair, but your hand is quickly shot away. The pursuit of his lips goes down to your breasts, where he pays special attention to.

Licking. Biting. Kissing at your nipples, playing with them with his hands when his lips were not occupied with the other. You arch your back into his body, needing friction on your clit. He finally starts to make his way down your belly, pecking your two hip bones. You watch in a desperate haze as he ignores where you need him, and glides his tongue around your thighs. He watches you as you squirm. He slides down to the ground, and pulls your lower body half way of the bed. You wince in slight pain as your sore ass slides across the mattress and your legs wrap around his head. 

“Look at you,” He smiles smally up at you. “I knew you were needy but I didn’t know you were this needy sweetheart.” His mouth hovering over your clit so closely you can feel his breath hit the nerve as he speaks. Your cunt flutters at his nickname for you, you haven't heard it in so long. The teasing is beginning to be unbearable, and you moan at the fact that he hasn’t even touched you yet but he’s so close. He laughs at your neediness, and suddenly licks through your folds. He comes up immediately after. You groan out at the loss. 

“Jesus, so wet and all I’ve done was spank you, you really are a slut for me hm?” He muses, and puts his tongue right back where you need it. His tongue works through your folds slowly, collecting your wetness. He hums at the taste of you, and begins gliding his tongue faster. You squirm because you know he is purposefully ignoring your clit. Finally, his tongue flicks over your clit, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. His tongue flicks faster, causing you to reach down for him. Your reach, however, is stopped when he grabs both hands and pins them to your thighs. Your hips buck up when his speed reaches a maximum, you whine out at the feeling. 

His lips then wrap around your clit, sucking harshly. You moan, your arms being forced down as you write underneath him. He’s sucking and swirling his tongue around the nerve. He knows you're close by the way you’re bucking your hips as best as you can up into his mouth. Switching his technique between flicking and sucking, you feel the pressure building. 

“Eddieee,” you draw out his name as the pressure is about to explode. He hums against you, and releases one of his hands from his grip on your left arm, moving it down to your entrance. His middle finger begins to tease at your entrance, and then sinks it in. You finally grab a fist full of hair as he curls his finger up into you and sucks your clit simultaneously.  A long and strung out moan escapes your lips as his speed into your cunt quickened and you feel your body jolt and twist in pleasure as your orgasm approaches. 

“Yeeess,” you cry out as you orgasm all over him. The sound of his sucking and the wet noises his fingers made into your cunt also filling the room. It was filthy, the sight before you, and you’re busy catching your breath after your release. He hums against you once again as he licks you up for good measure, making lustful eye contact with you while doing so. 

He makes his way up towards you again, kissing and licking his way up as he did when he was making his way down. His lips make their way over your rising and falling chest.  They stop at your neck, leaving marks on the skin. You squirm underneath his sucking and nibbling, growling when you whine at the sensation. Suddenly, he lifts his lips off of you and flips you around onto your stomach. Your legs come up so you’re on your knees for him, he laughs at the small action. An unbeknownst smack comes down on your left cheek, arching your back. 

You hear him shuffle behind you, taking his sweatpants off. Now, you both are completely naked. There was no warning before his dick slipped through your folds, your hips grinding on him in desperation. He lets out a disapproving ‘tut’ at your hips trying to insert him into you. 

“Remind me, what’do you want sweetheart?” He leans down over your back, wanting to hear you spit out filth to him. When you don’t answer him, a smack comes down onto your ass again, hard. 

“You, Eddie please!” You whine out, panting from the heat of the moment. “I need you to fuck me Eddi-” His dick slams inside you, having easy acess from the way you were arching your ass up for him. You moan loudly as you stretch around him with some difficulty. It had been a while, so he stays still inside you, completely bottomed out inside you. Once you move your hips back and forth on him, he grabs them in a tight grip and begins to pound into you from behind. He pushes your head into the mattress at the roughness of his thrusting. An animalistic sound comes from your mouth at the feeling of his slow, but rough pace. 

“Mhm,” he growls loudly, “You like that? You like when I get rough with you? Fuck this attitude right outta you?” His voice is taunting. The palms of his hands slide to your ass and grip the sensitive skin, successfully spreading them apart. 

“Yeah.” You draw out, barely able to form words. The pace quickens slightly, you can hear his grunting from time to time as he slides into you. Your cunt squelching around him. The noises you were making. The way your’re ass up for him. His patience that has been run thin all fueling the moment. A hard smack comes down on your ass, again. Your cunt is so full of him and it consumes you. Everything comes flooding out. 

“Eddie…fuck baby I’m sorryyy,” you whine, reaching your hand back to find his. The reaction you get is him grabbing both hands and pulling your face up off the mattress. He pins both of your hands behind your back with his right hand and grabs around your throat again to pull you flush against him. His thrusts get rougher into you, and you feel him hit a devastating spot inside you. You try to escape the grasp he has on your hands to touch him, but he keeps your hands firmly in place as he rams into your cervix. 

“What was that? I can’t hear you,” he pants in your ear, knowing the position making it harder for you to function. 

“FUCK…Eddiie I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you basically sob out in a frenzy. “Sorry, baby, sorry.” Repeating your babbling, unable to care if anyone heard your desperate apology. He moans against your ear at the apology, slowing his thrusts down and flipping you around onto your back in a quick move. His hands push the backs of your thighs up so your knees are touching your breasts. A whimper escapes your lips at the new position as you’re able to see him now. His eyes are hooded, hair wild and frizzy. He leans down to kiss your lips, slow fucking into you to catch his breath. This position is perfect like the position he had you in seconds ago, perfect access to your cervix. 

“What’re you sorry for sweetheart?” He asks after catching his breath, wanting to hear the whole apology now that you’ve established where you both stand. 

“‘M sorry Eddie,” you pause, throwing your head to the side as his pace begins to speed up a little bit. “I didn’t mean it baby, ’m sorry for being a brat.” You mumble out and move a hand through his hair, trying your best to look up at him through your pleasure. He smiles and looks up and down over your body. 

“Good girl.” He says before resuming his rough and fast pace. Your cunt contracts at his words of praise and the way he’s pressing the right spot. You moan loudly and nod your head frantically because your second orgasm is approaching. 

“Yes, Eddie…” You throw your head back and raise a hand to his cheek. Both of his hands are still residing on the backs of your thighs. “Fuck, I love you…I love you so much.” You tell him while looking right up at him, dead serious. His brows furrow in pleasure and his mouth hangs open at your words. The way his hips start to drill into you makes it impossible for you to hold on much longer. You know your words had affected him deeply, so you aren’t surprised he says what came next. 

“Fuck, y/n say that again sweetheart.” He moans, wanting you to tell him you love him again. 

“I love you, Eddie, an ‘m sorry for what I said.” You cry out, tears running down your face in both pleasure and happiness. He squeezes your thighs reassuringly and starts to falter in his thrusts, but making sure he keeps up for you. 

“I love you too baby, it’s okay I got you.” He coos down at you, knowing you were close and wanted to make up with him. A particular thrust into you had you throwing your head back and clawing at his shoulders in ecstasy as your second orgasm raked through your body. Eddie held your shaking thighs and felt the flood beneath him, his dick slipping out of you for a moment. His mouth hung open at the sight of you shaking and convulsing underneath him. He taps his dick on your clit for good measure before sliding back into you, still on his verge of cumming. 

It only takes him a few thrusts before his pace starts to falter, your throbbing cunt around him not making it easy for him to continue for much longer. He moans as his high approaches, letting go of one of your thighs to grab your breast. 

“Fuck, y/n,” He moans loudly and cums inside you, the heat of the liquid felt throughout your cunt.  Fucking it up into you more as he bucks inside you while riding out his high. He pulls out and pants to catch his breath. You moan at the loss. The two of his fingers came to push his seed back inside before it could slip out as you wiped some of the tears that had spilled during your intercourse. His fingers came up to your mouth, and he watched as you licked them clean. 

“Good girl.” He smiles at you, then moves to go to his bathroom. He opens his door but quickly stops when the door only makes it three fourths of the way open. 

“Oh shit.” He quickly slams his door shut again. His body turning towards you and diving to the floor for his sweatpants. 

“What?” You ask worried. 

“My uncle is sitting in the living room watching television.” He whisper shouts, worried he might’ve seen him standing there, dick and balls fully out. You begin to hysterically laugh, unable to control the hilarity of the situation. He gets his sweatpants on, slightly cracking a smile as you lay there, naked and laughing. His uncle could’ve just gotten here and heard some of it, or he could’ve heard all of it. 

“You think he heard us?” You try to calm your laughing. 

“No shit, he heard us, I thought he was working tonight.” He begins to laugh with you. 

“I need a towel babe,” you whine, your thighs soaked and your cunt dripping again with his cum mixed with your wetness. Eddie looks down at your cunt, and is transfixed. 

“Eddie.” You whine again, and close your legs, looking at him seriously. 

“Alright baby I’m getting it.” Flashing you a smile and kissing your lips quickly. You watch as he opens the door slower this time, and you can tell he immediately makes eye contact with his uncle at the end of the hallway by the way his face lights up with a light blush. 

“Hey, uh, did you uh, hear any of that?” He nervously asks his uncle. 

“Yes, yes I did Eddie, all of it.” You can hear his uncle say faintly. Eddie laughs weakly and goes for the bathroom. You giggle at the newly found information. He comes back quickly and shuts his door even quicker behind him. You can tell he’s quit embarrassed, being that his uncle has just been subjected to his sex life. He comes over to you nonetheless, and wipes up the mess for you. Your hands run over his arms, being touchy as always after sex, the both of you always were. The towel is thrown elsewhere in his room, and he picks you up, flipping himself onto the bed while holding your naked body. You shift your body onto his right side, and sling your leg over him with a hand playing with his long strands of hair. His right hand lays on your back, running his hand over it soothingly.

“I’m sorry for what I said.” You mumble, starting to feel yourself getting upset again. The memory of a week ago creeping up into your mind. “That was so stupid I shouldn’t have said that. I never meant to hurt you.” Tears begin to prick at your eyes. 

“Baby, it’s okay.” Eddie’s left hand coming over to slide a thumb along your cheek. 

“It’s not, because I love you, I don’t hate you.” A light sniffle comes from you, and the tears start to flow. “I don’t want you to leave, Eddie.” You sob underneath him. You feel him sit up slightly, trying to look at you better. 

“Y/n, look at me.” He says sitting up a little more so he could see your face. You move up to sit up next to him, looking down slightly from your sudden outburst of emotion. While you had been arguing, the anxiety of those words you had said haunted you. The possibility of you and Eddie coming to an end had been eating away at you for this past week. You didn’t want to lose him. His thumb comes across your fallen tears, and he laughs a little at your emotions. 

“Sweetheart, I love you too, and I am not going anywhere.” He leans in to kiss you, letting his lips linger on yours. “If I was going to leave I would’ve, I want you and your bratty attitude. I’d never leave you over this stupid shit.” His lips come towards yours again to land another reassuring kiss on your lips. You laugh, sniffling again. 

“You sure?” You laugh lightly again. 

“Positively sure, y/n.” He raises his eyebrows at you with a smile. You lean your head on his shoulder and he grabs your left hand and rubs his thumb soothingly across yours. It was quiet for a moment, until you started to sniffle again. Eddie stops his movements, wondering if he heard what he had heard correctly. Then, you shuddered and a tear fell onto his shoulder. He looks over at you quickly.

“Y/n, what's wrong now?” He asks while looking down at you, crying on his shoulder. You roll your eyes up to look at his, tears blurring your vision. 

“I missed you.” Your lip quivers at him. He laughs at your crying over him. His hands reach around you and he pulls you into his lap, placing them on your hips. He lets out a sigh. 

“Baby, I missed you too, I didn’t know you missed me this much though.” He laughs again and runs his hands up your body, making their way to your face again. His hands hold both of your cheeks. “You look so pretty, y/n.” He leans in to kiss both of your cheeks. You really don’t know why you were so emotional, but it was probably from the built up stress, finally being able to release it all. 

“I love you.” You reassure him again, wanting him to know you do. Not wanting him to go another day without knowing. 

“I love you too, c’mere.” He holds you against his chest and shifts to lay down, basically having you crushing him. Eddie doesn’t mind, he loves when you lay right on top of him. You let out a few sniffles before you start to doze off. Eddie hands rubbing your back soothingly, and throwing his blanket over top of the both of you. One thing about Eddie was that no matter what, he always made sure you were taken care of. Even when he was mad at you, he would open the car door for you, leave out a towel for you whenever you got in the shower, and refused to let you drive with anyone else besides him. 

You took it all for granted the past week, and the emotion of it started to bubble in your chest again. He sighed above you, rubbing your arm calmingly. 

“Y/n, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry this much. I really did fuck the attitude outta you, sweetheart.” You both laugh at his comment. After going over that really, you were alright, you finally started to doze off when his hands started to slow on your back. You hear him start to snore lightly above you shortly after he stopped moving, and you follow his lead quickly.

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Close Pt. 3

Stranger Things 

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 8.5K

Warnings: Weed, Underage Drinking, SMUT, “Distracted Driving” 😉, Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Protected Vaginal Sex, Praise, Fluff, and also Jealous Reader. 

A/N: I really didn’t need to write this much, but I did anyway because in a way I’m also living vicariously through this as well 😊. I also think this is the most I’ve written so far, I’m very passionate about my Eddie 😁. May or may not write a part 4 depending on how this does because I’m not sure if the people want a part 4. Enjoy this one though 🥰. 

You wake up on Saturday morning and are hit with two realizations. The first being Halloween. The excitement bubbling in your stomach like a little kid. The second being Eddie. A little while after you got home last night, around 9:30, the phone rang. You rushed to answer the line, knowing exactly who it was. Also not wanting your parents to answer the call. 

You picked up the phone off the hook, smiling to yourself at his haste to call you not even three hours after your encounter. You obviously don’t mind, you quite love it actually. You leaned against the wall, putting the device to your ear.

“Hello, my sweetheart” so now it’s my sweetheart? 

“Hello, my pain-in-the-ass” you laughed, teasing him. “How’d you know it would be me picking up the phone? Could've been talking to my dad.” You giggled at the thought of him calling your dad his sweetheart. 

“Well…considering the fact that it’s 9:33, and old people usually are in bed by now, also the fact the phone was picked up pretty quickly” you could hear his smile through the phone when you laughed at his old people comment. “To which I’m guessing someone misses me?” That smug smirk could be detected in his voice of course. 

“Don’t flatter yourself hon’.” you rolled your eyes playfully. Truthfully, you do miss him, but who are you to admit that to him when he isn’t even yours?

“Did-” he gasped, “Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” 

“Nooo” you drew out, beginning to giggle at the playfulness in his voice.

“Yeah, you totally just rolled your eyes. I could hear them hit the back of your head through the phone!” he mused, the both of you laughing. You’re beginning to think he’s getting to know you too well. It’s like he always keeps you laughing. “Sooo, you know, you left your mixtape in my van”

“Yeah I know, I didn’t realize until I got home” you explained, knowing he would notice the mis-hap with his apparent distaste for your music. 

“Did you maybe leave it here on purpose to have an excuse to see me again? You have my number now, I’m just one call away y/n” he is getting a bit cocky isn’t he?

“Sooo full of yourself I see, it was not on purpose, Munson” you retorted, amused. “But, I’m going to a party tomorrow night, wanna come with? I can get my horrible mixtape from you then.” 

“I’m not a fan of parties, but since this gorgeous girl has asked me to attend, I shall accept your invitation.” 

“Great, uh…do you think you could pick me up for this said party?” you really were asking a lot from him tonight. First the party and now he may or may not be having to drive you both to said party. 

“Of course, as long as you don’t play that GOD awful music in my van on the way there” of course he had a condition. 

“Ugh, fiiine, I will listen to whatever you want” you promise. You don’t mind his music that much, but he certainly minds yours. You gave him your address (after he had to leave the phone to rummage through his bedroom to find a piece of paper and something to write it down with for quite some time) and after going over it a million times to make sure it was right, you said your goodnights. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow sweetheart, goodnight baby” he said sweetly into the phone. You may as well have just dropped dead right then and there. 

“Goodnight Eddie” you grinned to yourself, feeling butterflies in your stomach, and hanging up the phone. He really does make you feel something, more than anyone else ever has in just this short week. You aren’t one to fall for someone in such a short time, but Eddie is just so perfectly himself, he makes it hard not to. You have certainly not had the best with past relationships, none of them even going past six months. He also makes it hard to not think about him, and wonder to yourself how he really feels about you. 

You both haven’t really talked about that? You just assumed he felt the same for you, which in turn leads you to doubt his feelings about you. Is he actually interested? Or is all of this a façade to get into your pants? You’d just have to ask yourself when the time comes. If that's even possible. 

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Handing out candy to all the little ones in your neighborhood was something you always enjoyed. As always, the eager ones would start to flood out the streets around 6:30, right before the sun set. You were wearing a costume of your own in preparation for the party you were attending later that night. By now, it was 7:30, and the sun had fully gone down by now. Kids were everywhere wearing colorful costumes under the streetlights of your neighborhood. 

One kid in particular caught your eye as he started to walk up your driveway. He was dressed in a large pumpkin outfit, sort of struggling to walk in it. To make matters worse, a group of kids looking to be a bit older behind him shoved him to the ground, face first, and made a show of laughing at him. You hastily place your large bowl of candy on the entrance table next to the front door. As the group of boys walk their way up the sidewalk, you go out your front door to stop them. 

“Um, no, turn around, you’re not getting candy here” you tell them sternly. They look up to you, clearly offended. 

“Why not?” A boy wearing a werewolf mask asks, as if what they just did to that boy was not evident. You look over to the pumpkin boy, who is gathering the remnant splatter of candy that had split. 

“Get lost. I don’t give candy to kids that like to shove other kids on Halloween.” You point for them to leave, rolling your eyes and making your way over towards the kid who was still trying to get all his candy. He was clearly struggling, the pumpkin costume not making it easy. 

“Hey, need some help?” you approach sincerely. He only nods as he huffs and puffs from the struggle. 

“I love your costume,” you smile up at him as you help him up after collecting all of the candy. You lean in and whisper to him, “I’ll give you extra candy since you were best dressed tonight.” At this, the boy flashes a toothless grin at the news that he was best dressed and he won a prize. You walk with him to your front door to grab the bowl of candy, and grab handfuls on handfuls for the kid. 

“Give those boys the middle finger for me if you see them again, okay?” you lean down and smile at him. He thanks you and continues on to collect more candy for the night. Then, you hear a short honk come from the street. 

Eddie’s van is parked on your street, and he has his window rolled down. 

“Hey there!” he yells across the lawn. “You ready?” He asks with a smile. 

“Yup! Just let me update my parents that candy duty is on them!” you smile back and rush into the house. 

“Mom! Dad! I’m going out, spending the night at Nancy’s!” After hearing the “okay” from the parents, you quickly rush back out of the house with a coat, not wanting your parents to see you’re really being picked up by an Eddie Munson. You climb into the passenger side of his van, to which he starts the van back up. 

“You’re like a princess,” is the first thing he says as you go to buckle your seatbelt and he gets the van moving. 

“What?” You laugh at his comment. 

“That kid, I saw those assholes shove him when I was pulling up,” he looks over to you, “and then I saw princess y/n tell them off and help pumpkin boy recover from that assholery,” he laughs looking back at the road. 

“Well, this princess doesn’t like assholery” you tilt your chin up high. 

“The prettiest princess I ever did see.” He lowers his voice, smiling to himself, then smiling over at you as he turns out of your neighborhood. You can’t help but blush at the way he said that. His compliments are what make your stomach do backflips.  

“Now, where exactly am I going?” He asks, changing the mood back to a more playful one. Shit. Of course you forgot to tell him where the party was at. 

“Oh, you know where lover’s lake is?”

“Yeah, I know a guy who lives there.”

“Well, make your way there and you’ll know which house. It’s supposed to be quite crowded.” 

“Great, and I know they aren’t going to play very good music, so speaking of,” he leans forward to mess with the radio. Loud music starts to erupt from the speakers. “Ahhh yes, music,” Eddie sighs out and begins to tap his hands on the steering wheel to the music. At some point, he reaches over to grab hold of your lower left leg, tapping his fingers to the music still. He really can’t sit still while listening to music can he? You let out a slight laugh through your nose at his fidgeting and subtly tilt your leg more into his touch. 

“What?” He whips his head to look at you with an amused grin, and just as quickly looking back at the road. 

“Nothin, just entertained by the way you can’t sit still listening to this music.” 

“Of course, that’s what metal does, you can’t just not move your body. Honestly, I can’t believe you are sitting so still.” He states matter-a-factly. 

“Well…metal just might not be my favorite genre.” You say hesitantly. He immediately furrows his eyebrows and looks to you as if you were crazy. Here we go. 

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You arrive at the house on lover’s lake, it is as you said, quite crowded. You know you won’t be staying long, but you did want to say hi to a few people, and maybe drink a little bit, maybe even dance a little. You also knew that showing up here with Eddie Munson might be controversial, but you showed up knowing you wouldn’t give a damn. 

“You ready?” he makes sure with you as he finally finds a place to park his van. You take off your coat and leave it in the van, showing off your vampire costume. Eddie wasn’t wearing a costume of course, and when you asked why, he told you his costume was “a freak metal head.”

“Yup” you quickly put, and start to exit the van. You both start to walk up to the house, groups of people convened around the front lawn, all wearing costumes and most with red solo cups in hand. The music could be heard from all the way down the street, where you had parked. You enter the house with Eddie trailing close behind, taking in the scene of the crowded space. 

How the hell were you supposed to find Nancy in this place?

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie mumbles behind you, “where's the alcohol?” He questions mostly to himself. 

“I know, let’s go look.” You grab his hand and lead him through the crowd of moving bodies. Eddie scoots closer to your body, placing a reassuring hand on your hip as you lead him through. You spot Nancy and Steve chatting by the bowl of punch in the kitchen. There were also bottles of liquor and beer spread across the counter, and half drank cups. 

“Hey mama Steve,” you smile, patting him on the back from behind, “How are your children?” You question as he whips his head around to see who has asked about his group of children. 

“Y/n- oh -I have no idea, I’m surprised they haven’t bothered me for the whole day.” He laughs, taking a step back beside Nancy to add both you and Eddie to the conversation. 

“That’s a blessing.” You laugh. “This is Eddie by the way, he’s a friend of mine.” As you say this, Eddie tenses beside you and drops his hand from yours and goes to put them in his pockets as he flashes a friendly smile at Steve and Nancy. 

“I’m Steve, as you know, and this is Nancy.” Steve says, flashing a friendly smile back. 

“Oh, I’ve heard a lot about you from y/n, Eddie.” Nancy flashes a smile, switching her gaze between you and Eddie. 

“So you’ve heard about me?” Eddie raises an eyebrow looking over to you. Of course Nancy had to let that be known, that you've been discussing him. 

“Oh of course, she told me-” 

“Ha- yeah - Nancy, how are you and Jonathan?” You question, trying to change the discussion onto something else. She noticed the way you called him a friend of yours, the both of you knowing it’s a little more than that. 

“Oh, we’re good,” she falters on her words a little bit. You can tell just from the way she said it that they were not the best. You raise your eyebrows at her, knowing she was not telling the truth, at least the whole truth. 

“Oh what the hell.” Steve suddenly says, looking past you and Eddie towards the entrance to the kitchen. You all turn in the direction of the disturbance. There stood his children, lined up looking for their mama. Max, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin trailing behind, almost getting lost between two people walking past.

“What are you guys doing here? You should not be here.” He says sternly, in mom mode. 

“We need your help with something.” Max tells him seriously. Eddie slides over to the pile of alcohol and grabs two empty solo cups, pouring some of the liquor from one of the bottles into the two cups. He then inspects the punch, making sure it doesn’t look sketchy. After he had decided it was okay to drink, he pours some in both cups along with the liquor. 

“Okay, okay, but you guys need to leave, like, right now.” Steve shoos them, walking out with them to make sure they don’t do anything they aren’t supposed to and to help them with whatever they need. Eddie laughs. 

“Dustin always talks about him,” he chuckles at Steve being heard yelling at one of them.

“NO, STOP that,” probably at Dustin.

“A man can only be jealous of the hold he has on that kid.” He smiles fondly, handing you the cup. You turn to Nancy, to which she promptly gives you a wink and turns to walk to the crowd of dancing bodies. 

“Lets go outside,” you offer, after chugging most of your drink, certainly tasting a lot more of the liquor then you did the punch. 

“No, let's dance.” Eddie counteroffers, having drank most of his cup by now as well. You raise your eyebrows at his suggestion. The end of Call Me by Blondie playing loudly in your ears as Eddie pulls you close to him with his left arm, taking a large sip from his cup. This song really isn’t his scene, so you laugh at his dancing to the song. His hand begins to glide down your back, pulling you in between his thigh, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, cup dangling in your hand. 

The song changes to Tainted Love by Soft Cell. The crowd yells and claps at the song that has begun to play. You stare up into Eddie's eyes, the music drowning out the singing of the crowd. As you both sway to the music, his hand slides down to grip the skin that was being barely covered under your skirt. You look between his lips and his eyes, realizing you both are so close to each other. He growls and moves his hand up squeezing your ass hard at the seducing look you’re giving him. 

He spins you around to face you forward, pulling you flush against him, and leaning down to rest his head on your shoulder. He wraps his arms around your lower stomach, keeping you in place to his lower body. You both have your cups in hand, so you chug the last bit of your drink. You grind against him, feeling the liquor go straight to your head. 

Don’t touch me please! I cannot stand the way you teeease!

The crowd sings drunkenly loudly along to the song. You, however, are getting hot and bothered. 

“You love the way I tease, hm?” Eddie says in your left ear, as if it were a fact. He moves one hand lower, down to your thigh, giving it a squeeze, forcing you to feel the slightest brush of his hard on. Your heavy breathing probably painfully obvious as you move your right hand up to run it through his long hair. He hums in your ear when you bite your lip and give it a tug. 

“We’re just friends though, right?” He says softly, letting go, and pulling away from you, forcing you to let go of your hold on him as well as his hold on you. You’re left stunned as your head spins from the loss of contact, making your way to follow him after he passed you to make his way back to the kitchen. He’s quicker than you thought, and makes his way outside where the pool is, throwing his cup among the many other cups in the large trash can. The way he left so quickly made your mind race dizzily, so instead of going with him, you make your way to the kitchen. 

You go to get more to drink, kind of upset how he just left you there without a warning. Why did he just up and leave like that? And the friend comment? Once you have time to sit and drink another whole drink -more liquor then punch- you make your way outside after pouring another to find Eddie to discuss what just happened. However, you stop dead in your tracks and your heart drops as you see him on a lounge chair, talking to another girl on the lounge chair beside him, laughing in conversation. 

She’s pretty, long ginger hair, a little bit preppy for his style, but either way, you can’t help the rage that comes over you. You don’t know if it was the amount of liquor you had drank, or if this was just true, raw jealousy. Even both. But you found your way marching up to him, dodging people and circling around the perimeter of the pool. 

“Oh, hey bud” Bud? At this, you can’t help what comes next. You fly your drink at his face, not really having all rationale there, but a few people look on at the scene. The girl beside him looks at you in disbelief, as does he. The drink not even making it onto his face but more onto his shirt and some of his chin.

“What the hell y/n, what was that for?” He asks, stunned at your behavior, worry lining his face as he sits up and wipes his chin with his hand. 

“Take me home. Now.” You say sternly and turn to make your way back through the house. You can feel tears pricking in your eyes because seeing him talk to another girl then proceed to call you bud in front of her just seems like a douchey thing to do. What happened to sweetheart? It’s like he really was just trying to get in your pants. You wipe them away aggressively as you push past the bodies of people feeling stupid. You hear his heavy footsteps come through the sliding glass door as you begin to slide through the crowd of people. 

“Y/n wait!” You hear Eddie call through the crowd. No doubt causing a scene. You speed walk, as best as you can, down the stoop and towards the street. 

“Y/n” You hear him growl behind you, having to practically chase you through the party. 

“What happened? What’s wrong?” He asks, falling into step beside you, watching your face in confusion for a sign as to what went wrong. As if he shouldn’t already know. 

“You!” You shout, stopping and spinning towards him with an off balanced wobble. “You left me like that on the dancefloor, then you proceeded to flirt with another girl after saying we were just friends.” You stare up at him, eyes unmoving, slurring your words slightly as they come out. 

“And then,” you scoff, “you call me bud and not sweetheart, in front of her as if you weren’t basically just fucking me in that crowd.” He looks at you with a listening stare as he lets you rant about why you were upset. His shirt stained red from the punch you threw at him. 

“So take me home, I don’t want to spend another second with another,” you pause thinking of something to say “lame douchebag who only wants to use me to get in my pants.” 

He sighs before speaking. 

“Okay, one,” he says gesturing his hands around his body to show off the bright red stain on his shirt, “can we agree that you've had a bit to drink?” He says laughing at the situation, and stops when he notices the frown on your face. He raises his eyebrows and steps closer to you. 

“...We can agree on that.” You tell him in a low voice, realizing that was probably a shitty thing to do. 

“Okay, good, secondly.” He takes a deep breath in and out. “I was not flirting with her, she’s just another one of my clients.” Your heart drops at the knowledge because you started off as one of his clients, tears beginning to prick again in your eyes. You look down at your feet, trying not to cry at the situation in front of you. You felt stupid for causing a scene, but you also felt stupid for catching feelings for him. 

“No no no,” he says leaning down and lifting your chin, hearing you sniffle. “Look at me.” He tells  you. Your eyes look up at him, tears threatening to spill, you would be so embarrassed if you were not drunk right now. 

“You are the only one I want, y/n, and I’m sorry I acted that way, I was just upset you referred to me as a friend when you introduced me to Nancy and Steve. I shouldn’t have done that because we never really talked about it.” He takes a deep breath again, struggling to say what needs to be said. “And…I kinda just assumed you felt the same way about me, but I still doubted it, so when you introduced me that way it kinda… confirmed it.” He shrugged seeing you have calmed down now that he has apologized. 

“I forgive you.” You smile, starting to laugh at his confession. Not because it was humorous, but because your doubts are now solved. He literally felt the exact same way you did about the relationship. He laughs with you, happy that you were happy again. 

“I shouldn’t have left like that, okay? I don’t wanna see you cry, sweetheart.” He grabs your face with both hands on your cheeks and wipes a tear that had accidentally slipped out. You nod in understanding. More understanding than he knew. 

“But, I do not forgive you for staining my white T-shirt,” he looks down at the mess while chuckling. “This will take years for it to clean.” He sighs.

“I’m sorry, it was a bit of an overreaction I guess, I promise I can get that stain out for you.” You laugh at his dilemma you caused. You did feel bad though. 

“Promise me you’ll say yes to take you to skull rock and we’ve got ourselves a truce.” He moves both hands on your hips, waiting for an answer with a raised eyebrow. 

“Okay,” you smile, still a bit drunk. 

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He drove up the road a little to a clearing in the woods, where it wouldn’t be that hard to find the rock. The both of you grab flashlights, and you grab your light coat and head through the forest. You’ve actually been to skull rock quite a few times, and have gotten played every time you’ve gone by guys that have offered to take you. So, you know your way to the site. 

“Looks like you know your way around” Eddie comments on you leading the way. “Your little boyfriends bring you up here often?” 

“Unfortunately, yes, and I’ve gotten fucked over every time.” You roll your eyes at some of the memories skull rock holds. Your second boyfriend brought you up here to make out, which turned into something more. Long story short, you gave your very first blowjob at skull rock. Two weeks later, he dumped you. His reasoning being “I need to focus on myself”, turns out, he spread a rumor that you let him put it in the back door at skull rock. Great. 

The second time you went up there, you were seeing a guy who offered to take you. For some reason, even after your last encounter with your ex, you still went. You guys only made out, but nothing more than that. He got angry when you wouldn’t do anything more, so he then spread a rumor that you also let him do the same thing, which was farther from the truth then your first encounter was. 

The third time you made your way to the spot was to smoke and drink with a friend you had made that same year. Nothing special about that visit, it was a fun time, but the friendship you had was not a very long lasting one. 

This all happened your sophomore year, you’re surprised you even remember what way to go. Sophomore year sucked. 

“Well I’m not gonna fuck you over.” He grabs your hand to help you over a large log. “I promise you that.” He looks at you with sincerity. When you made it to skull rock, you shrieked in drunken excitement. 

“There it is!” You exclaim, running as best as possible. You hear him start to run to catch up with you, which wasn’t a difficulty, so when you stopped suddenly and turned around once you reached the rock, Eddie ran right into you. In a quick maneuver, he flipped you both around so he was falling towards the ground. Eddie’s back hitting the ground with you on top of him in a comedic thud and ‘humph’ from him. After a moment of silence, hysterical laughter erupts from you as you place your forehead on his chest. 

“Your face!” You exclaim with laughing tears pricking up at your eyes, barely able to get the words out. He begins to laugh at your hysterics as you look up at him, your hair definitely disheveled. 

“Oh my god…I’m sorry” You try to stop the laughter, but it continues as you look down at the way he is grinning while admiring the way you look on top of him. Both of your laughter are chiming in unasine now. 

“Okay, okay, let's get up, I didn’t take you here just to lay on the ground and laugh.” He says chuckling while sitting up, helping you get up as well. You wipe your tears and grab your flashlight with a ‘whew’, and take a few more steps underneath the rock. He follows behind, standing next to you as you take in the view of the lake behind it. You’ve always loved the view from skull rock, but never got to fully enjoy it. The moon reflected off the water, and you were able to see the lights from the far off houses across the lake. You look over to Eddie, who was also admiring the view. 

“So how did you know how to get here?” You ask him, teasing him, and also wanting to find out about past girlfriends. 

“An old friend.” You raise your eyebrows at him as if to go on. He looks at you, and laughs. 

“Really! We would come up here to smoke.” He pleads, you nod and roll your eyes playfully at his lies. He growls and grabs you by the hips to pull you close rather possessively. His lips immediately attach to your lips in a long, drawn out kiss. 

“I promise, it was just a friend, he lives here actually, taught me all I know.” He pulls back, holding one of your hands and swinging it back and forth. The explanation wasn’t exactly needed, but it was nice to have some reassurance. 

“It’s okay, I didn’t really care either way.” You smile smally. 

“Oh of course you do, you most certainly do after what you pulled tonight!” He points to his shirt again, the both of you letting out small laughs. 

“I’m sorry, Eddie, I should-”

“It’s okay, sweety, I shouldn’t have left you there, I shouldn’t have made you feel that way.” He steps closer to you and grabs your cheek with his right hand and glides a thumb along it. 

“Now, let’s smoke.” He smiles and goes for his pocket where he kept the joint and lighter. You had sobered up by now as much as possible, so you were ready for some more substance. You both sit on the rock facing the water, as you cup your hands over the joint and lighter to prevent the wind from blowing it out for him. Once he gets it going, he takes a few hits and passes it to you. 

“You wanna stay the night at my place?” He asks suddenly. You were planning on staying at Nancy’s, but you were actually hoping you could stay a while longer and extend the night even more with him. 

“Of course I do,” you say after a moment of holding the smoke in your lungs, feeling the familiar burn, “I was hoping you would ask, actually.” 

“Good, because I have it all to myself,” he smirks at you as you pass, “but I also wanna show you my guitar.” Your cunt flutters around nothing at the thought of what you might do when you’re completely alone at his place. Also getting to watch him play the guitar? Hell yes. 

“Mhm, you’ve got to show me my competition.” You say referring to the guitar, smiling as you watch him ghost the smoke. He laughs at your comment, then turns to you, making a motion with his hand to scoot a little bit closer. He blows the smoke he had in his mouth and speaks.

“Shotgun?” He asks, but you’ve never tried it before. You know what it is, and you’ve seen others try it once or twice, but you have never done it yourself. 

“I’ve never shotgunned before.” You say looking at him, wanting him to show you. 

“Okay, just get ready to inhale the smoke I blow out,” He takes a long drag of the joint, grabbing your chin and bringing it ever so closely to his face, almost kissing you. He holds it and looks from your eyes down to your lips, which are slightly parted to intake the smoke. You're leaned forward, unsure when he’s going to blow out the smoke, until he tilts his head and begins to blow the smoke out. You hesitate for a second, then inhale as much of the smoke as you can. You blow it out while looking up at him as he smiles at the scene. The action made him grow slightly hard through his jeans. 

“That was hot,” he laughs. You begin to pull away from his grip on your chin smiling at your success, but his hand slides down to your jaw and encourages you not to do so. He places the joint down beside him and grabs your leg to pull you into his lap. You obliged, and let his hand guide you to straddle him. However, he doesn’t kiss you, but just rubs your back while looking up at you. 

“Y/n” 

“Eddie?” You say almost in question as to what he is doing. 

“I want you to be mine,” he says while slowing his movements up and down your back, seeing the slight shock in your face. “And I want to be together, to take you on dates, and do the cheesy shit with you. I want to show you off to everyone at school because you are Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson's girl.” You smile at his words. “Hell, I even wanna meet your parents.” He says in almost disbelief at his own words that he actually wants to meet your parents knowing full well they wouldn’t approve. 

“I know I’m not the best influence, but spending time and getting close to you has made me realize,” he laughs to himself, “that no one has ever made me feel the way you do. So- what I’m trying to say-”

“-Yes- I will be your girlfriend Eddie, I’m yours. And Eddie I feel the exact same way. My parents will love you once they get to know you, and I would love to be Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson’s girl.” You cut him off and smile widely at his rambling about his feelings for you. Eddie grins widely at your words and picks you up suddenly, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck. You squeal at the sudden movement as he wraps your legs around his waist and kisses you deeply with a tight grip on your ass to keep you up. He gives you short kisses all over your cheeks and neck while walking you to the huge wall that holds up the said skull of skull rock. You both giggle at the feeling of being with each other. 

His lips move down to your jaw, and pecks turn into sloppy kisses trailing down your neck. You moan when he reaches a certain spot on your neck, he smirks knowing he found your good spot and begins to suck on it. You unwrap one of your hands from around his neck, sliding it down between you. You sneak your hand over his jeans, feeling how hard he’s gotten. He groans against your neck when you begin to palm him through his jeans. 

“Alright, we need to go home,” he says, letting go of your neck with his lips. Your hand returns around his neck as he begins to walk with you to the car, still attached to his waist. 

“Eddie!” You laugh loudly at the fact that he’s carrying you to the car, forgetting multiple things. “You’re forgetting the flashlights, and the joint, and my coat.” He groans at the fact that you’re right, letting you down so you both can collect your things. Once everything is collected, he grabs your hand and you both make your way back towards the car, laughing the whole way. 

You find the car, and both hop into your designated spots. He turns the car on and reverses out of the spot, and puts it back into drive, making his way back to his trailer. He bites his lip as he slides his right hand over your left leg. You lift your left leg up and turn slightly in your seat, knowing you have your skirt on. He practically moans when his hand glides to your inner thigh, feeling the heat coming from your cunt. 

He glides his hand up and down your inner thigh, only occasionally taking a glance at you because of the road. You’re looking right at him, and his hand that refuses to go where you want it. You slide your underwear over, and let out a slight moan at the cool air hitting your exposed skin. He looks over quickly to see the cause for the noise, and his mouth hangs slightly open when he sees your exposed entrance. 

He then slides his finger through your folds, attention being back on the road. You roll your hips on his fingers, letting him collect your wetness as he teases you more. He leans his arm down slightly to reach your entrance, sliding a middle finger in. You tilt your head back against the door and let out a whimper at his finger slowly curling up into you. His attention being brought back to you for only a few seconds before looking back at the road. In those few seconds, he watched his finger curl up into you as your hole made a slight gushing sound. 

You move your hips up and down to entice him to speed up his finger, legs spread wide open for him. You moan and flinch when he takes his finger out and smacks your clit with his hand, playing with your folds before sliding his finger back in. His speed is now faster than before. You lift your skirt up higher to allow him more access and for something to hold onto for your own sake. He then stops, and slides in another finger, continuing back to that same pace. 

Your breathing is getting heavier as you can barely compose yourself when his fingers are working like this. You’re getting close, and you can feel that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach starting to form. He elicits a longer, and a lot deeper moan when he leans down slightly in his seat to finger you at a different angle, letting him know you are close. 

“Eddie…” You let out breathlessly. 

“I know baby,” he reassures, feeling your cunt throbbing around his fingers. He then takes his fingers out, sitting back up and flattening his hand, widely going side to side on your clit. Your legs start to shake as you moan out loudly, the sudden pleasure on your clit knocking the wind out of you. This pushes you over the edge. 

“Oh my god!” grabbing onto the seat belt as you scream out, you orgasm as he continues to move back and forth over your clit quickly. He looks over to watch you cum to his fingers. 

“Oh my fuck…” He groans watching you come undone from his work. 

Your legs begin to close, but Eddie slaps your right thigh from closing, causing it to snap back open. You let out another loud moan when his two fingers begin to curl up into you again. With hooded eyes, you look over to him. His brows are furrowed, and he’s biting his bottom lip quite harshly focusing on the road, but also on the speed of his fingers. He’s also speeding to get home, as you were approaching the turn into his trailer park. 

He removes his fingers, and uses his soaking hand to turn into the trailer park, screeching the tires because of how fast he’s going. You sit up, ready to practically run into the trailer. He speeds down the small road, and pulls up rather quickly, having to slam on the brakes in front of his trailer. He looks over to you with a lustful stare and parks the car, effectively turning it off. You both get out at the same time. 

He grabs his keys from his back pocket, running up to the door. Struggling to come up from behind him after you just came, you wrap one arm under his shirt, and the other slides over his cock through his jeans. He groans as he fucks with the key, finally getting it open. The door flies open, as he manhandles you, basically dragging you into the trailer. He slams the door shut, and grabs the underneath of your thighs, indicating for you to jump. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist, his lips sloppily kissing you. His tongue slides into your mouth as he walks you to his bedroom. 

“I don’t even get a house tour?” You break the kiss, laughing at his eagerness. 

“Nope, we can do that afterwards sweetheart.” Flashing a smile, he throws you on the bed. You squeal as you fly backwards, trying to sit up and look around his room, but being cut off by his hot lips attaching back onto yours. He strips your skirt off in a large tug along with your underwear, your vampire vest also being torn off your body. After he throws your vest somewhere, his shirt also comes off, along with his jeans and boxers. You both are exposed now. He begins to lurch towards you, but stops himself to look at you. 

“Fuck you look so sexy right now baby,” he takes a step back and admires the way you are sat up on your elbows, with one leg propped up, cunt and breasts exposed for him. You grin at his reaction, looking down at his fully hard cock. You can see the amount of precum leaking from the tip. He was leaking from watching, mostly listening, to you squirm in his passenger seat. He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it while looking down at you, moving forward to kiss down your neck. The trail of sloppy kisses makes their way to your nipples, his head tilting up looking at you to watch as he sucks on your nipples. Your hand glides through his hair, massaging his scalp as he begins to kiss down your stomach. You know where his lips are going, and you’re not sure if you could take anymore, you just want him to fuck you right now. 

“Eddie, please just fuck me, I need you-” Before you could finish, he flies your thighs up, rolling you up like a pretzel, and starts to lap at your entrance. You whimper out at the contact. He raises his eyebrows as if to say ‘What was that?’ when he flicks his tongue over your clit. The only thing available to hold onto is the sheets, so that's exactly what you hold onto. It’s like he gets off just to pleasuring you, because when he sucks on your clit like a pacifier and you moan loudly, he groans deeply into you. Suddenly, he cups his hands underneath your ass, and stands up, lips still attached to your cunt. You moan again as your neck and upper back are the only thing touching the bed. Both of your legs are over his shoulders, and he stares up and down as he works figure eights over your clit. 

His attention is brought back to your cunt, and he spits on it, sucking on it again. Your back starts to arch into his mouth, and both of your hands fly to his, that are holding you up to his mouth. The moan that you let out is almost pornographic as your legs shake around his head from overstimulation. After he has decided that you’ve had enough, he lets your body drop down to the bed again. 

“I needed to watch your face while I was sucking you.” He said with a breathless laugh, and then bent down to his nightstand to grab a condom. You watched as he ripped it open, rolling it onto his cock. You rolled over onto your left side, and tucked your legs up towards your chest as you propped yourself on one elbow. Almost in a fetal position. 

“Good, lay just like that sweetheart.” He smirked as he started to run his cock through your folds. Your head tilted up a little bit to watch him slide it into you. Sure enough, he begins to push into you. Eddie grabs your ass with his left hand, and squeezes it tightly, the both of you groaning at the stretch around his cock. His cock starts at a slow pace, and you can already tell this new position hits your spot perfectly. The pace increases only a little bit, and you can hear your wetness engulfing his cock. 

“Eddie, faster,” you whine, “pleeaa-” You were about to draw out, but his hips snapped into you sharply, eliciting a gasp. His cock sits still inside you as your mouth hangs open, waiting for him to continue with that same roughness. He looks at you, biting down on his bottom lip hard. And as soon as you nod his hips are snapping into you roughly, moving the bed with a creak each thrust. 

His pace is not as fast as it can go, but the sudden roughness makes you moan his name loudly, causing him to moan as well, grabbing your ass harder with both hands now and angling it better to start drilling into you. 

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, so perfect,” he groans, speeding up a little bit. His body comes forward, and his cock slips almost all the way out and shoots back in quick thrusts. Your hand comes to the back of his head, gripping his long hair as his cock drills into you. He’s fucking you into the mattress, and the desperate look on his face makes your cunt flutter around his cock. He moans and rests his forehead on yours, looking only at you. This is probably the most close and intimate you both have ever been to each other.

“You fuck me so good, it’s yours…I’m yours.” You tell him, and you can feel his cock twitch at your words, your eyes hooded from the intense pleasure coursing through your body. At your words, he grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders, and leans back down to put his forehead on yours again. He’s dropping into you, causing a loud, repetitive clapping sound and the sound of the bed creaking rapidly to fill the room. 

“All mine,” He groans out, your moan at his words being cut off by each pound into you. You can feel him hitting your spot every thrust, and you throw your head back in pleasure as you can feel yourself reaching your limit. His hand comes up, grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You can tell he’s close by the way his eyebrows are furrowed, and it seemed to make it worse when he looked down at where your bodies were connected. He let out a loud moan. 

“Oh my fucking God y/n” Your stomach starts to knot, your orgasm coming on suddenly at his words and your shared gaze at the way his cock is sliding in and out of you. You clench and moan, clawing him as he continues to fuck into you. 

“Yes Eddie, fuck!” Your legs shake around his head violently as your orgasm rakes through you, harder than it ever has. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, and he lets out a moan louder than some of yours as he cums inside the condom. The both of you sweaty from the activity. He pulls out, and you whimper at the loss. You watch as he takes the condom off and ties it off, throwing it in his trash can. His body then collapses next to yours, the bed making a dramatic creaking as he lays down next to you. 

“I think…,” he starts to say, but is still catching his breath, “I think that was…the best sex I’ve ever had.” You laugh at his comment. 

“Eddie you said that last time, babe.” You laugh at the fact that now every time you have sex, it’s going to be the newest best sex ever. He turns to you, sitting up on his forearm to look down at you. 

“Did you just call me babe?” 

“Yeaaahh?” You draw out in confusion as to what is exactly wrong with that. He smiles down at you. 

“I love that.” he leans down to kiss you. The kiss turns into a make out, but a slow one. A kiss that is in no rush to finish. He pulls away, and then realizes something. He gets up, and puts his boxers back on, and then turns to his guitar. Of course. 

“Almost forgot.” He smirks at you while grabbing his guitar off the wall, then puts it around him and sits down next to you on the bed. 

“Oh yeah, my competition.” You smile and watch as he begins to play a riff. He is clearly skilled, as he said, he’s been playing since he was three years old. Then he starts to play a song. 

“What’s this song called?” You ask, curious as to what he’s playing.

“Heaven and Hell, by Black Sabbath.” He turns to you and smiles when he stops playing the riff. You like the way it sounds, and you love that your boyfriend is passionate about something. Boyfriend. Eddie is your boyfriend now. After a few minutes of him playing, you can’t help but ponder the thought out loud. 

“I can’t believe you’re my boyfriend now.” You tell him, as you look at him wrapped up in another song that he had started to play. He stops playing again and looks at you. You are still completely naked on his bed. 

“What do you mean by that?” He laughs.

“Because.” You start. “I never imagined you as a boyfriend type. I thought you’d be one of those dark brooding guys like ‘I don’t need anyone, I like being completely alone and by myself’” You lower your voice to sound more masculine. He laughs and puts his guitar up as you speak, protesting your claim as he’s coming towards you to lay down on your naked chest and wrap his arms around your waist. Your stomach flutters at his need to be close to you and the way it feels to have his hair grace over your chest, and his hands wrapped around you. 

“And come to find out,” you trail your fingers along the skin on his back. “He’s the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.” He looks up at you with adoring eyes, resting his chin on your upper stomach. “And the hottest,” you smirk down at him. 

“And you’re the sweetest and prettiest lady I’ve ever met, y/n.” He hugs you tighter to him and goes back to resting his head on your breasts. You can feel his body begin to get more and more relaxed against you as you run your fingers along his back in a comfortable silence. 

Then, you hear the snoring. You laugh to yourself, and go to turn his lamp off in his room, unsure when his uncle is supposed to be back. You find yourself then drifting off to sleep as you lay down, still rubbing his back gently. 

[dailyflicks]

#no thoughts, just Dustin and his two dads.

[moonstone01]

Close Pt. 2

Stranger Things 

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.0K

Warnings: Ummmmm Smut Smut Smut ⚠️, Fingering, Oral (F receiving), Vaginal Sex, Protected Sex, Dirty Talk, LOTS of Fluff, Weed. 

A/N: I had to close my laptop a few times because...damn. Y/n really getting some 😳. Also, songs that are mentioned are Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths, Super Freak by Rick James, and Somebody to Love by Queen, so maybe listen to those songs when they are mentioned. 

Eddie has been on your mind for the past few days now. It is now Friday, and the eve of Halloween. 

You reminisce on Monday night. You never thought you’d ever get that close to Eddie. Making out in the back of his van. Sensual touches and pleasant conversation. It was like things were easy around him, it all just came naturally. One thing he said in particular stuck with you. 

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?...I’m serious though, you really are, especially when I get to have you this close” 

It sent butterflies throughout you. Why? You weren't entirely sure, but it made you feel special knowing he said those words to you. Only you. Hopefully? You’re not possessive over him are you? It was just a smoke sesh and a make-out- 

“Y/n! Damn it, you’re gonna be late for SCHOOL!” your mom says banging on the door. You look over at the clock. 

7:50. 

Damn it. You really weren't even sleeping, just…daydreaming. You sprung out of bed and rushed to find a decent outfit in your wardrobe. You have been paying closer attention to your looks now that you occasionally make eyes at Eddie. You both haven't spoken since that night but you catch him staring from across the cafeteria most days. On Wednesday he even winked at you from his table as you sat with Nancy and her little friend Fred. 

“Y/n, what are you looking at?” Nancy said beside you, amused at the lack of interest you were paying in the conversation. 

“No one- nothing, I’m not looking at anything” you whipped your head around towards her to prevent her from following your gaze, but it had proven to be too late. You have been friends with Nancy for three years, so she gave you a knowing smirk. She knew what you were looking at and there was no hiding it. 

“Okay” she sang to you and turned her attention back towards Fred. Later after lunch period was over, Nancy walked in step with you. 

“~So, Eddie Munson?~” she whisper-growled to you as you both walked out of the lunchroom. See, she just knew. You know she wouldn’t judge you but it wasn’t that serious, really. You would have to explain to her the whole ordeal that happened Monday night, to which she congratulated you on “getting some action”. 

However, now, you are rushing to get ready for school and your mom enters your room. 

“What are you doing?” she questions snobbily at you, watching you put on mascara in the mirror. 

“Putting on a little…mascara” you pause as you hang your mouth open to apply the makeup. 

“You’re late…and you’re applying mascara…” she folds her arms over her chest.

“Yea…” you say as you put the applicator back in the tube, tighten it shut and lay it back on your dresser. You spin around towards your mother. 

“Bye” you smile and speed walk to the kitchen to get your keys. She’s so judgmental, isn’t she? You grab a banana off the counter and make your way out of the door, school definitely has probably started by now. 

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It was around fourth period and you were making your way to the bathroom when you heard your name being called behind you. 

“Y/n” the voice said in a singing way. Shit. You know that voice. 

You turn around on your heel and look for the face to match the voice and there he was, in all his glory. 

“Eddie” you recite his name as he walks up to you, both of you holding bathroom passes. 

“How lucky am I to catch you walking the halls the same time I am” he smiles down at you. 

“Yes, you are very lucky, but I have to go to the bathroom” you smile sarcastically and turn around to make your way into the ladies room. Before you could enter, however, his hand wraps around your waist and pulls you flush against his body. He dips his head against your hair where your right ear lies, still having a tight arm around your waist. 

“Trying to get away from me?” you stiffen from the sudden contact, and having him in your ear. You swear he could probably hear your heart beating in your ears. He laughs a little when you can’t exactly answer the question. Cat has definitely got your tongue. You release yourself from his grip, not exactly wanting to get caught canoodling in the hallway, and spinning around towards him. 

“Mhm, what exactly is it you want Munson?” you tilt your head and smile, trying to change the mood after he just made you basically cum in your pants. He smiles back at you, folding his arms over his chest. 

“Well, Lucas bailed on us for tonight” he says, beginning to explain, “and we obviously need and a replacement…again” 

“And I’ve noticed you walking past my classroom everyday- I mean” he slips up. Oooh he’s a stalker now. You drop your jaw in disbelief and widen your eyes at him, ready to let it rip on him. 

“Ohhh, so you’re a stalker now?” you laugh, teasing the slip up. 

“No, you know what I meant” he laughs with you, it’s not weird of him to notice you walking to the bathroom fourth period everyday, it’s kinda cute. But that doesn’t mean you weren’t gonna tease him for it. 

“Nooo I actually don’t know what you mean, it sounded a bit stalkerish to me” you shrug your shoulders and continue your pursuit. 

“It sounds like to me…you have a little crush” you step towards him, putting your arms behind your back.

He licks his lips in playful frustration and decides to give you what you so desperately want to hear. 

“Maybe I do, sweetheart” he leans down to get on your level. This flirting is gonna be the death of you. The sexual tension is so thick, you could clichély cut it with a knife. And there is no release, just more pressure as you both stand there and look at each other, 

“So, you comin tonight?” he quirks an eyebrow. You obviously were.

“Of course” you smile “wouldn’t miss it for the world” you roll your eyes and begin to turn towards the bathroom, still needing to pee. But before you could go in, he grabs your arm and pulls you back towards him, and spins you around. He kisses you before you could even process what was happening. Fuck, you needed him to do that. You place your hands on his chest, leaning into the kiss after recovering from the shock.

That is until you heard keys jingling, coming from the hallway out of sight. You both quickly disperse and both go into your designated bathroom. The both of you having a mutual understanding of I do not wanna get caught kissing in the hallway. So, you go to the bathroom, finally, and walk out. 

He is nowhere to be found, so you continue on to your class, probably being gone for a suspicious amount of time. 

“See you tonight, y/n” nevermind, there he is. You turn around to see him walking the other way, not facing towards you. 

“See ya” you yell back. 

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It was the end of the club, Dustin and Mike were quite happy to see you again. You guys didn’t win tonight however, thanks to Mike. 

“Dustin, I don’t wanna hear it, you almost lost the game for us Monday night” he spits. 

“Well I didn’t screw everything up the way you did, a complete SHIT show Mike, really, nice going” Dustin spits back quite passionately. Eddie, Jeff, and Gareth convene at the other side of the room. You didn’t do much for the team tonight, but you were glad the fault wasn’t on you. Anything is better than Dustin blabbering about how you ruined everything. 

On the way out of the building, Eddie was the last one out as always. But you were waiting for him anyway. 

“Eddie”

“Y/n” he approaches with his hands in his jean pockets. You were plotting tonight. 

“So, I was thinking, since it’s a Friday night, we can hot box your van again” you suggest convincingly. He just stares at you, pondering you for a second. 

“Since when did you want to be rebellious” he leans back with his eyebrows furrowed, in sort of disbelief at your rebellion. 

“Ever since you made me rebel” referring to Monday night. “And I don’t have a curfew on weekends sooo” he smiles at you. 

“Good, let’s go smoke” he says, turning around and walking a lot faster than you. He even made a show of skipping on his way to the van. You laugh at his humor and prepare yourself mentally for what is gonna happen. 

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“So like, you’ve been playing guitar since you were three?” you ask him baffled at this information. You both have finished the joint and now are both laying across from each other. Lying on one arm to face each other. 

“Yup, I’ll have to show you my guitar, that’s my child” he laughs and you laugh along with him, just happy to hear that he has something he’s passionate about. 

“Okay, top three artists, go!” you exclaim suddenly. 

“Uuuh Dio, Metallica, aaand AC/DC” he states without much thought at all. “Alright yours lets go” he laughs.

“Umm, okay…” 

“Hurry!” he yells playfully, rushing you. 

“Okay! Okay, Queen” you say nodding. “Tears for Fears.” 

“Of course,” he says, rolling his eyes. You both laugh at the comment. 

“And….The Smiths” you tilt your head and smile. 

“...Such boring music taste- except Queen” he puts simply. 

“Uh-” you cut sharply in offended disbelief, “I will go get my mixtape right now from my car, actually, let’s go get it.” You both venture to your car to get your mixtape so you can play him your absolute favorite song to prove him wrong. Once you get it, after some more playful bantering you both hop into the back of the van once more. 

You lean up front to pop in your tape, knowing which song is gonna be playing. Once the music starts playing at a decent volume you turn around to catch him staring. At your ass. 

“Eddie” you laugh out loud. He quickly snaps his neck to look at you, being caught. 

“Whoops,” he smiles. Then the first lyrics of the song started playing. 

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour, but heaven knows I’m miserable now. 

It was Heaven Knows I’m Miserable now by The Smiths. Eddie starts to physically cringe at the upbeat music as you close your eyes and sway to the song that always makes you happiest. 

“Y/n..this is making my ears bleed” You laugh shortly at his comment. 

“Have a heart” you open your eyes to see him cross legged sitting across from you. You can see his features more clearly now that the cloud of smoke has died down, he looks gorgeous, even under this dim van light. 

After a few more seconds, you can tell he doesn’t hate the song, successfully proving your point. You skoot closer to him, wanting to be close to him so badly now that you both are alone. He looks you up and down.

Two lovers entwined, pass me by, and heaven knows I’m miserable now. 

The song continues, he smiles at you. 

“It sounds like you,” he muses. He moves forward and grabs your face with his right hand. He glides his thumb along your cheek as you both stare at each other. Close. You rest your hands on his thighs and lean your head to the left into his palm. 

Quite romantic to say the least. 

“Your eyes look so pretty” he says, as if he’s noticing them for the first time, going back and forth between both irises. 

“So are yours,” you grin. He kisses you suddenly. He wraps a hand behind your head and holds you steady. That other ringed hand comes around your hip and pulls you into his lap. He starts to open mouth kiss you again. It’s getting hot…like last time. You decide to pull back and go for his shirt. You pull off his shirt and look down at his body.

“Nice tats” you say with actual sincerity. 

“Thanks” he breathes out at you and then goes for your shirt. The thing is though, you weren't wearing a bra. 

“Fuck” he lets out before he even got the shirt fully off of you. You laugh but are quickly cut off by him kissing on your shoulders. He’s holding onto your hips and starts to press you down on his clothed hard on. You choke out a short moan when he starts to kiss your left breast. You start to grind yourself down onto him, not wanting this to stop. He sucks your nipple into his mouth when the song ends and another one starts to play. 

Super Freak by Rick James. 

He hums at the song that has decided to come on. You laugh until he begins to work his tongue over your nipple as his left hand comes up to play with the other. Damn. You can’t help the small moan that comes out then. He sits up a little more and lays you down on your back. His hands come up to fumble with your button and fly on your jeans. You lift your hips up to help him get the article of clothing off. 

You feel a bit exposed, so you cover your breasts as he takes off your underwear. But, he grabs your hands and flies them out of the way. 

“Nope, I wanna see em” he smiles down at you. Now he sees all of you as he sits on his knees in front of your body. You can see him straining in his jeans. You reach up and start to unbutton his jeans as he holds your knees open with both hands. He smiles when the song reaches its chorus. 

She’s a super freak, super freak, she’s super freakyyy, yoww. 

Eddie being the humorous man he is, sings along and bops his head to the song as you unzip his fly for him. You both laugh at the song choice. He moves your hands away from his pants however and moves one hand to hold your right knee open and the other hand goes to glide along your inner left thigh. He watches you breathe hard at his slight touch. 

He leans forward to kiss on your neck a little more, even sucking the skin into his mouth possessively. His hand teasingly fans across your entrance and over the other thigh for a moment, then back to where you need it. No doubt his fingers would feel so good inside you because of obvious reasons. You moan lightly when he ignores you once again and trails his fingers along your lower stomach. 

He has lifted his head to see your reactions to his teasing, and is watching you struggle to contain your composure. He sucks his lower lip into his mouth when he watches your mouth hang open when he starts to circle your clit with his thumb. 

“Mhm” he tilts his head at your pleasure that he is slowly giving you. He starts to circle around your clit faster. How is he so good at this and he’s barely started? He then enters his middle finger, and he moves his arm next to your head, which you promptly grab onto for support. You hike both legs up to give him more access to your entrance. He starts to finger you at incredible speed, and you let out a moan to let him know he’s making you feel good. 

“Feel good sweetheart?” He asks in a teasing way, beaming down at you. 

“Yes Eddie” you whisper out, feeling yourself drip on his middle finger pumping you at a never ending speed. He hums and then adds his ring finger into the mix, curling his fingers up into you still. You grip his arm tighter in your hand and look up at him through hooded eyes. You can tell this has an effect on him because he’s getting just as flustered as you are. 

In a devastating move, he maneuvers his thumb to your clit, fingering your cunt and rubbing your clit simultaneously. You laugh out and tilt your head up at the overwhelming feeling of it all. Eddie staring down at you, his fingers working on you like the guitar he loves so much, and him just being close to you. But you want him closer. He grabs your jaw, forcing you to look forward, even though your vision is becoming slightly blurred from the feeling he is giving you. 

“There she is,” he grins widely at the attention being brought back to him, and the way he is stretching you out with the curl of his fingers inside of you. Your cunt flutters around his fingers at the action, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this good, and it’s just his fingers. You can slightly feel his rings stopped at the entrance of your cunt. They’re cool compared to the immense heat you’re feeling right now. 

Suddenly he stops, and starts to kiss down your body. He sucks at both breasts, and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. You sit up on your elbows as he begins to trail those same kisses along your thighs. You are so sensitive to his touch, every so often you twitch when he kisses your thighs a certain way. 

“Sensitive are we?” he remarks teasingly. Before you could say anything else his lips immediately attached to your clit in a quick kiss. He scoops your thighs in both hands to keep your legs from closing from the impending pleasure he’s about to inflict. He licks from the bottom of your entrance up to the end of the valley. He starts to circle his tongue slowly, similar to the way his thumb was moving, not adding too much pressure just yet. Then, he sucks your clit into his mouth causing your hips to buck up into his mouth. You moan out louder than you have before at the suction on your sensitive nub. He hums around you, then let's go with a pop. 

His tongue starts to do figure eights around your folds, pulls back to spit on your cunt, and then starts to flick his tongue on your clit. You moan out again and grab his curls with one hand, causing him to look up at you finally. You moan again when he snakes one of his arms out of its grip on your thigh and starts to add his middle finger once more. 

“Holy fuck…” you breathe out and throw your head back when he switches from flicking his tongue to sucking your clit again. You clench around his fingers and moan again at the feeling. If he continues he will make you cum. As if reading your mind, he adds another finger and curls them up into you at a lightning pace. As he does that, he’s leaning his mouth up more to have more access to sucking on your clit. He can tell now what feels good for you, and he’s not stopping his pursuit. 

“Eddie” you moan out in a long string as the pressure that has built has bursted like a dam. Your legs shake around his head violently and you let out a pornograpic moan. He works his mouth and fingers through your orgasm. Finally, he slipped his fingers out and tilted his head back down to look up at you as he licked a final strip at your entrance. You fluttered around thin air. 

“Damn that was hot” he says, coming up and licking lips, whipping the rest of your juices mixed with his saliva off of his face with the back of his arm. He’s so hot. He just made you cum, which no guy has ever been able to do. 

“...Hell yea it was” you breathlessly laugh, catching your composure because you are certainly not done. He works his jeans off finally, and plops them on the floor behind the drivers seat. He then realizes something and goes towards the front of the van in just his boxers. He opens the glovebox and pulls out one single condom. 

“Safety first” he laughs, whipping his head around and holding the condom up. 

“Of course, but i’m so horny right now I could let you fuck me raw” you tell him truthfully. It wouldn’t be at all the best decision, but you really would. At this, he bites his lip. 

“Is that a promise?” he asks flirtatiously, “I can put the condom back?” he leans down and kisses your neck intensely. He’s definitely trying to give you a hickey. Of course he’s not fucking you without a condom. 

“No, Eddie, use the condom” you put simply. He begins to sit up after sucking on your neck for a few long seconds. Looking at the art he just created on your neck. You look down at his boxers. Is that a wet spot? You smirk at the discovery that he’s leaking from his tip after he’s been giving you pleasure for the past few minutes. He’s also clearly as hard as a metal pipe. 

He notices you staring at his clothed cock, so he teasingly pulls his waistband down and back up again a few times. You grumble and look up at him with a stern look of disapproval of his unwillingness to let you see what you've been wanting to see for the past few moments. 

“So impatient” he laughs and pulls down the waistband slowly but surely, letting you take in the sight of his cock being released from the article of clothing. It just kept going. Until finally, the tip is visible, and his cock sprung out onto his stomach. His cock is beautifully red at the tip, and his pre cum slightly shining on the top of his length. You moan at the sight. While you take in this view of Eddie Munson being completely naked in front of you, he’s working on getting the condom open.

Once he finally got the wrapper off of the condom, he rolled it over his cock, pinching it at the top, and attention now fully on you. He grabbed both of your thighs from underneath and scooted to get lined up with your entrance. He looks up at you, and ruts the tip through your folds.

“You sure you wanna do this sweetheart, just tell me to stop and I-”

“I’m sure Eddie” you reassure, absolutely you want this. 

At this, he grabs the base of his cock and lines it into your entrance. He pushes his hips into you, and you both sigh as he slowly sinks his length in. He reaches the point where no more can be filled, and he fully bottoms out. He starts to slowly pull back out, but renters at the same, slow push and pull. You moan softly when he starts to set a pace, filling you up more than anyone else could. 

“Fuck, Eddie, you feel so good” you comment, and he squeezes your thighs reasuringly. The pace he has set is a slow one, but not too slow. You can feel him twitch inside you at your comment. After a few seconds of this slow pace, he picks up the pace once again. 

This pace has you gripping anything in sight. His cock is drilling into a spot at a steady pace that makes your head spin more than any joint could ever do. He moves his hands from your thighs to over your head to lean over you and hit it from a different angle. You groan and grab onto both of his forearms and look over his upper body. He’s sweaty, his bangs beginning to stick to his forehead. You both are breathing heavily and the van is slightly creaking from Eddie's movements into you. 

Suddenly, Eddie starts to snap his hips harder into you. He groans lowly and cups your jaw and looks you right in the eyes. You let out a higher pitched moan at the sudden pace change you weren’t prepared for. 

“Fucking god, you look so beautiful, feel so good wrapped around my cock” he says straining a moan and then kisses you harshly. All you can do is moan as you lift your knees up towards your chest so he can get more access to your cunt. 

He notices the movement and grabs hold of both of your legs and throws each leg over his shoulders, leaning down again to kiss your neck. His pace is brutal, hitting your cervix with every thrust into you. You can feel him making more hickeys on the other side of your neck, and you wrap your hands around his back, surely marking him too. 

The position he has you in with your legs over his shoulders feels so good it makes you want to scream, and you do. He chuckles against your skin when you let out a loud, almost animalistic moan. You can’t help it, and damn it you don’t care if anyone can hear right now. Eddie seemed to be enjoying your pleasure, so to make matters worse, he snakes his arm down towards your clit again. 

You cry out when he starts to toy with your clit and rub circles over it all while keeping a quick pace into you. To make matters even worse, he begins to speak. 

“Mhm, tell me sweetheart, tell me how good it feels” he teases into your ear. 

“Yess Eddie, you feel so good, so close” you ramble out throwing your head back when his speed on your clit quickens in reward for telling him how good he makes you feel. 

“Get on top” he says, but before you could protest, he’s already flipping you. You are now on top, and you moan out when you place your hands on his chest and begin to move your body up and down and ride him. 

“Fuck yes” he breathes out almost desperately, his cock twitching inside of you at the sight of you moving up and down on his length. You quicken your bouncing, determined to get him to his release just how he gave you yours. 

“Eddie” you call out his name and draw it out and lean back to grab onto his thighs for more support, giving him a full show.

“Jesus christ y/n” he whines, and bucks his hips up into you. When you let out a deep moan he grabs your hips and ruts up into you for you himself, causing you to fall forward. You hear him shudder from underneath you as he hits your spot over and over. You wrap your arms underneath his head and look down at him struggling to hold on, gripping your hips for dear life, probably leaving bruises. The both of you are closer than ever. 

Then a beautiful moan comes out of his mouth and you watch as he stares up at you as he cums into the condom. He moans again as he bucks just a few more times to ride his high out into your cunt. 

He grabs your jaw and brings your lips to his for good measure. You both lightly moan when you rise off of his softening cock. The both of you are sweaty, a panting mess, and completely naked in the school parking lot. He lifts his hands to rub up and down your body, his rings occasionally brushing against your skin. 

“I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had” he admits to you, laughing a little to himself. The music never stopped, Somebody to Love by Queen had begun playing in the background. 

“I doubt that, but I think that was the best sex I’ve ever had as well” you laugh, causing a fit of hysterical laughter between you to ensue. 

“It really was, you made me cum too early!” he laughed after the laughter had you both lying on the floor now. This made you laugh too.

“You made me cum in five minutes, Eddie” you retorted back in disbelief that that was too early. 

“I could've gone longer, but seeing you like that on top of me was better than winning any d&d game” you roll over and sit up on your stomach and elbows and look at him. He tilts his head to look at you. You realize you probably should go, because being naked in a school parking lot would not be the best thing if you were caught. 

“Alright I need to get dressed” you laugh and sit up, rummaging through the heap of clothes to find all your articles of clothing. You both get dressed, making small talk as you do so. Then, Eddie seems to realize something and climbs to the front of his van to grab something. He comes back with a pen and holds it in front of you. You look at him confused. 

“Let me write my phone number on you,” he says, clicking the pen. He grabs your left arm and sloppily and slowly writes his phone number. Messing up a couple of the numbers on the way, then having to scratch them out and rewrite the single number. 

“If my uncle answers, tell him it's for Eddie, of course” he smiles at you. You reach for the pen, and you begin to write your number out for him on his arm. 

“If one of my parents picks up” you say, clicking the pen and handing it back to him, “tell them it’s a school thing” you smile back at him, leaning in for a kiss. 

“Goodnight sweetheart” Eddie says as you exit the van. “And CALL ME” he yells.

“I will, I promise, goodnight” you smile as you walk away. You get into your car and smile to yourself. Eddie really is something. It’s only until you get home until you realize you left your mixtape in his van.  

A/N: Making a Part 3 :))), I also made this in ONE day LOL. 

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Stranger Things 

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.0K

Warnings: Weed, Kissing, Eventual Smut (in part 2 of course) 

A/N: Yeah, I am obsessed with Eddie Munson. This is gonna have a part 2 cause I literally wrote this in 3 hours. 

What time is it?

You look over to your clock on the nightstand. 

“Shit…” you grumble to yourself as you realize not only is it 7:30 in the morning, but it is 7:30 in the morning on a Monday morning. You were supposed to be up an hour ago to get ready for school. To be fair, you had a long night Sunday night. A long night meaning you smoked too much and forgot about your responsibilities. So, as the responsible senior you are, you roll out of bed and try to rush through your morning routine. You decided to keep it simple today as there wasn’t anyone in particular to impress. 

At least not yet. 

You make your way out of the house after your disapproving stares from your parents. 

“Good morning, y/n” your dad says sarcastically on your way out. You flash a smile and close the door behind you. You step out into the cold air, it was almost the end of October, and Halloween was a week away. You loved the fall. The cool air, fall leaves on the ground, the refreshing feeling of nostalgia it all brought, especially Halloween. You were supposed to be attending a Halloween party this upcoming weekend, some popular kid invited you, and who are you to say no when you are provided with free drinks?

You get into your car, blasting your music as soon as the car starts up, and pull out of your driveway. 

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When you arrive at school and park your car. You grab your shit and head into the school, but you bump into a familiar face. Dustin Henderson. 

“Y/n! Just the woman I’ve been looking for” he smiles at you, walking in step with you as you both head for the main doors of the school.

“Yes, Dustin, how may I be of assistance to you?” you ask jokingly, giving him a slight smile. You met Dustin through Nancy Wheeler, where you then met her little brother, where you then met the curly headed boy speaking to you now. 

“Uh, yea, so you know I’m in that d&d club right? Hellfire?” 

“Yeah?” you draw out dramatically as you reach your locker and grab your necessities.

“You see, we’re kinda low on people at the moment, and we are kinda desperate for anyone to play with us tonight, and I think you’d be perf-” 

“Great, I’ll see you tonight Dustin” you interject his explanation and slam your locker shut with a dramatic smile. You do really mean that you will show up to Dustin's club tonight, but you really do want to get to class. 

Later that day, lunch came around. You usually sat with Nancy, but today she wasn’t here, so now you had to find somewhere else to sit. Your mind immediately flew to Dustin and Mike. While it wasn’t the most convenient thing to sit with two freshmen, they were your favorite freshmen. 

You spotted them walking towards a particular table and plop down in the seats on the right of the table. You begin your hasty walk towards the table and greet Dustin and Mike.

“Hey, Dustin..-Mike, do you think I could sit with you guys? Nancy isn’t here today” you ask sheepishly looking around the table because the rest of the people there might not really want you sitting with them. But, you caught eyes with the person at the head of the table. 

Eddie Munson, your weed dealer. You gave him a small smile.

“Of course, I was just telling Eddie about you y/n, since you will be joining us tonight in replacement for Gareth” he gestures to Eddie while welcoming you.

“Oh- uh, Eddie I didn’t know you were the leader of hellfire” You and Eddie didn’t have much of a relationship besides weed, but you were able to catch quite a few glimpses of him and he’s…a good looking young man. He has a wide smile, long, brown hair with bangs, and an eccentric charming personality- almost too charming. But, you weren’t sure if he was a complete ass or not, so you always kept your distance. 

“Yes, I am the leader, of hellfire” he gives an amused smile tilting his head and gesturing his hands towards his fellow club members. 

“Wait, y/n how do you know Eddie?” Mike asks with a confused look on his face. You didn’t know if you should lie or just tell him the truth. The truth being you get your weed from him. But before you could answer the confused looks at the table, Eddie answered for you. 

“We had a class together, I used to get answers from her” he nods towards you. This wasn’t entirely a lie either. 

“Yea” you smile, still standing at the other end of the table. You make eye contact with Eddie once more, as he lifts an eyebrow and looks you up and down, waiting for you to sit down. 

“Well… y/n, you can take a seat next to me” Dustin says referring to the chair to his right. Or, the chair on Eddies left. Or…Gareth's empty seat. 

“Yup” you say, realizing you were kinda just standing awkwardly at the end of the table staring around. You squeeze past Mike and Dustin and make it to the empty seat, which Eddie kicks out for you from under the table. You look at him and he’s already staring up at you with those brown eyes you’re suddenly staring at a lot today. When did this become a thing? You think and slightly blush at the attention from Eddie. 

“So, what class and level are you?” Jeff asks you from across from you. 

“Uh, I don’t know what that means” you laugh nervously. 

“It’s okay, we’ll teac-” Dustin begins to say, but is thoroughly cut off. 

“Henderson, how are we supposed to play if she doesn’t even know what a class and level are?” Eddie furrows his eyebrows at Dustin. 

“Eddie, I know- but you said anyone- remember? And y/n is a sorta close friend of mine, and like I was saying, we can teach her” Dustin explains “By the way, you were the one who said to find anyone, and y/n happens to be apart of that group” 

Eddie is quiet at this for a moment, you look around nervously at the apparent disapproval of your lack of knowledge, until he decides to speak up. 

“You have a point,” he says looking towards Dustin, then looking back at you. “You did good Henderson, but you’re in charge of teaching her the rules” 

As lunch went on, the more the group talked about tonight, the more you realized how unprepared you were this morning when you agreed to come tonight. Every now and then, Dustin would try to explain what they were talking about if it was d&d related, but it was quite difficult to understand. You would simply nod, then continue eating your lunch. You would occasionally catch Eddie looking your way, causing you to quickly avert your gaze somewhere else, anywhere else. The way he has been staring at you has been starting to make you nervous and a little bit flustered. He even set his left foot on yours for a moment and when you looked up at him he was mid-hilarious-conversation with someone else at the table and when he felt you staring, turned to you. 

“Sorry” he said while looking you over quickly with that wide smile, gliding his foot off of yours while laughing slightly. Jesus. You were beginning to think you were going crazy. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose, but still making it seem like all this is accidental. You tried to keep yourself contained for the rest of lunch. 

When it was time for the hellfire club to convene after school, you were a bit nervous to see him again. But why are you so nervous? It’s just another guy, it’s just mind games. You can play mind games too. 

As you make your way to the room where the magic happens as Dustin would say, it was so much more confusing than you could ever imagine. You were standing in the doorway, and the table in which this game takes place looks like a maze you would never get through. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas were already there. 

“Hey y/n!” Mike exclaims. 

“Hey” you wave “Oh, hey Lucas” you say almost surprised, because this little freshman was not at the lunch table. “Where were you at lunch?” you ask putting both hands on the door frame. 

“Oh, I was with my basketball friends,” he says nervously.

“Yea, he decided to sit with them instead of us- again!” Dustin chides angrily. Lucas only rolls his eyes at the comment. All of a sudden you are bumped into from behind. You both begin to fall forward when the person catches you with both hands on your waist, preventing your fall. 

“Woah- you okay there sweetheart?” he laughs so close to your ear. Of course it’s Eddie. His hands were still gripped onto your waist. You turn your head slightly to the right to look at him. 

“Uh” you laugh and look back down and move forward out of his grip, that was not easy to willingly leave. “Yea” you turn to him with your hands on your hips. He has an amused look on his face as he nods and heads towards the table. You breathe out after he has passed you. Sweetheart?! 

“Well, that was weird,” Mike mumbles to Dustin. 

“Yea. I know.”

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It was a close call. It was up to you and Dustin apparently to win the game. Dustin explained the numbers you needed to roll in order to win the game for them if he couldn't win. So when Dustin had rolled an eleven, it was up to you. You had the large numbered dice in your hand with the team behind your back before Eddie. The boys were yelling and shouting, very into the game. You were slowly catching onto the game but still very much confused. 

“WIN THIS Y/N” Dustin shouted in your ear, causing you to quickly let go of the dice. The dice rolled across the long table until it landed on a number.

20. 

The whole team behind you started screaming and clapping, patting you on the back. Apparently you did good. 

“Cric hit!” Lucas yelled. Apparently you did some damage with that roll. Eddie looked on in amusement at the fact you won the game for them. 

“Great job y/n, you did really well for a first timer” Eddie chuckled from across the table. 

After the exciting win for the boys, you all pour out of the school, heading to your designated rides. It was way dark outside by now. 

“Bye y/n” Dustin yelled. “I TOLD YOU EDDIE” he basically screamed behind you. You turn around to see Eddie flicking him off and smiling. You can tell he really has a soft spot for that kid. Dustin was the same way for you. 

“You must really love that kid” you retorted to Eddie behind you. 

“Yup, dontcha just wanna squeeze him till he pops” he laughs while waving at the group of kids getting picked up by Steve Harrington. 

“It’s like you're waving goodbye to your children” you bump him with your elbow. 

“If they’re anything like me, their actual parents would send them to military school.” You laugh at his comment and turn to him. 

“So, I’m gonna need an ounce” you tilt your head and smile at him, now that the kids are gone you can actually get to what you want in peace. 

“Mhm, and you’re bringing this up to me now?” he raises his brows.

“Yup” 

“Alright, I think I have it in my van” he sighs and you follow him towards the goods.

You reach the van and he climbs into the driver's seat and rummages through his glove box for the drugs as you watch from the opened door. 

“Got it” he says while quickly sitting up and closing the glove box. “Now, I have extra, wanna smoke some?” he asks mischievously. 

“In the school parking lot?” you ask seriously. 

“Uh, Yea?” he says as if its an obvious thing. You aren’t one to say no to this offer. You’d be getting to hot box in this van, plus the weed you came to pay for, and spend time with Eddie? Yea, you were down. 

“Alright I’m down” you laugh and he climbs out and opens the sliding door for you both to enter. He rolls a joint and he lights it. You both pass it back and forth until it's almost completely gone, making conversation between hits. You never would have guessed he was actually this nice and not as much as a complete ass as you were expecting him to be. He’s is actually pretty sweet, and has a great sense of humor. Just the right concoction to turn you on. 

“Can I have the roach?” you ask, eyes most likely bloodshot as your head was slightly spinning from the effect. You flash your eyelashes innocently. 

“No” he says, almost choked up from the smoke he was blowing out of his mouth. His finger almost burning from how short the joint had gotten at this point. He put it out effectively in the ashtray beside him. 

“Why not?” you say offended. 

“Because, I, Eddie Munson, am letting you smoke for free, I’m keepin the roach, sweetheart” he smiles and leans back on his elbows, making his hellfire t-shirt slightly rise up to show his lower stomach while lifting the roach up into the air in a teasing way. Metallica softly playing in the background. 

“Well, I, y/n l/n, am paying you with my company, and risking getting caught smoking weed on school grounds, therefore” you lean forward and take the roach out of his hand, but not backing away. “I should get the roach” you smirk inches away from his face, looking down at his lips back up to his eyes. You can tell he is caught off guard by the sudden action that you previously would not have made sober. But like you said, mind games. 

“Well, you do have a point” he says, placing a hand on your hip to hold you in place. Your body moves slightly forward and eyes slightly widen at the sudden action, he smirks at your reaction. Shit, mind games. You weren't going out like that, so you compose yourself and move your body to sit on his lap. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach when his other hand comes to rest on your other hip. You’re still holding onto the roach, so you do a quick shove of it in your front pocket. 

“I’m keepin it” you say, placing both arms around his shoulders tilting your head and looking down at his lips. He licks them, taking in the moment. There's a moment of silence, almost like he was thinking about something, but then he spoke. 

“Have I ever told you how pretty you are?” He smiles widely, not breaking eye contact. You both laugh and he moves a hand to put a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m serious though, you really are, especially when I get to have you this close” he whispers after the laughter dies down. 

You are shocked at how genuine it sounded, and it’s probably the sweetest thing he’s ever said to you, so with a clouded mind, you don’t even answer, you just lean down and go in for the kiss. His lips are soft, and you hover over him as you lightly kiss him. You smile into the kiss when he groans satisfactorily at the contact.  

He places a hand behind your head while leaning up to have more access to your lips. He starts to open mouth you, his other hand starting to grind your hip down on him. You moan slightly when you feel how hard he’s gotten from this. Just from being close to him. You revel in the feeling of him being this close, it’s like fireworks are being set off from this small interaction. 

He moves down your jaw to your neck, you’re involuntarily grinding down on him now. It’s all overwhelming and you clear your throat to prevent another moan from coming out as the friction hits your clit just right repeatedly. You’re both breathing heavily as he starts to make his way down your shoulder bone and towards your chest. Through hooded eyes however, you look at the clock on his dashboard in the front of the van. 

Shit. It’s 7:30. 

“Oh my god” you say panicked, knowing your curfew was thirty minutes ago. Eddie pulls away and looks up at you after your panicked tone. 

“What? Are you okay?”

“Eddie I have to go, my curfew was thirty minutes ago!” you tell him worried. “My parents are really strict about curfew” 

“Oh, shit” Eddie says, moving away from you and opening the van door. “You still want your weed?” He laughs at the situation. 

“Uh, yea- shit” you feel your pockets where you usually keep your money and it’s empty. “Fuck- I don’t have my money- I’ll have to get it another ti-”

“Here, just take it, and don’t even try to-”

“Eddie I can’t just-”

“No, y/n, take it, get home to your parents” he says handing the baggy of weed to you as you both exit the van. He closes the door and you both stand there awkwardly. 

Until, he leans down and kisses you deeply. You laugh as he kisses you. 

“Yea, we’ll have to do this another time” he says looking you up and down, “goodnight, sweetheart” he smiles down at you. 

“Goodnight. Eddie” you smile and turn to speed walk to your car. Jesus, your parents are gonna kill you. 

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Mr. Knight

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Moon Knight

Steven Grant x Female Reader (mentions of Marc)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut (with Steven), fluff, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, aaand spanking. 

A/N: Uuuuh yeah, I am baffled about how many notes the LAST one got. 

“Wow Steven, you look great” you say a little breathless because while you do think he looks absolutely sexy in this version of Khonshu’s suit that is a bright white and quite literally a suit, he had busted through a gateway in the alleyway where you and Steven had been fighting Harrow and his followers. 

“Thanks” he shrugs, his bright white eyes behind the mask of the suit look animated and squinting a little bit as he smiles slightly at the compliment. 

“I do think I look-” he is cut off by an invisible force launching him into a nearby car. You back away slightly, confused as to what exactly is happening but you aren’t going to leave-technically-your husband by himself to fight alone. 

That was months ago, when you and Steven/Marc defeated Harrow. Now, as you sit at the island counter in your one bedroom apartment that you now live in with them, you can’t stop thinking about that suit. 

You have your chin on your fisted hand as you stare at Steven from the kitchen. He is laying on the bed with a book open in front of his face, only being able to see partially of his face. He’s wearing a blue shirt and sweatpants, his arms up holding the book and his right leg crossed over the left in a comfortable position. You are wearing only one of his t-shirts and a pair of pink panties that you can feel are getting quite warm from the heat that is rising in between your legs. His dark brown curls are a little messy as today he has the day off- his ‘lazy day’ as he would call it, and Marc has not decided to front today, leaving you with the temptation of Steven. 

But, you are staring at him for a specific reason: the suit. The suit was a lot different from Marc’s, and you loved it. The way his arms looked when the sleeves slightly slid up to show his veiny forearm and bulging muscles made it very distracting during your fights. It had a tight fit around his crotch and his ass, which you would be lying if you said you didn’t take a look at. It radiated confidence, and a sleekness that made filthy thoughts run around in your head. So here, you find yourself staring at Steven, debating the question: should I ask? You want Steven to put the suit on and-

“Whatcha lookin at?” he pears from around his book, catching your glazy eyes through his reading glasses. He has an eyebrow raised and a smug look on his face after he has caught you staring. However, you don’t shy away from his combativeness, and face it head on. 

“You,” you put it simply, there's no shame in looking at your husband-well husband’s plural. 

“Come here, love” he pats the empty side of the bed and puts the book he was previously occupied with on his nightstand. You slowly smirk at him and slowly collect yourself and begin towards where you are being beckoned. Steven still has his hand on the bed as he watches you make your way, his other hand pushing back some fallen curls to clear his vision of any blockages to completely focus on you. As you reach the bed, he moves his hand as you climb on and sit on your side to face him, propping yourself up with one arm. You tilt your head with an innocent smile and he laughs searching your eyes. 

“So, why are you makin eyes at me from over there?” He says staring up at you, “What’s on your mind?” Steven turns his head to watch the tips of his fingers travel down to your knee, and back up to your upper thigh, slowly. 

“I do have something on my mind” you let out a small laugh, “But I don’t know if you’re ready to hear it.” 

“Oh, I’m ready for it-I promise” he says smugly. Steven can tell you aren’t thinking about something innocent, he can tell from the way you were looking at his body as you bit down on your lip as your gaze reached certain places. You make him flustered just from your gaze on him. 

“Okay, so I was thinking...” you trail off and push some of his curls back and move in a little closer, lowering your voice. Steven’s breath hitches in his throat as his eyes immediately hood at the sudden intimate contact. 

“About you, obviously” Steven nods at you as you play with his curls switching your attention between his eyes, and his strands of hair between your fingers. 

“But, I was thinking about something specifically” you smirk down at him when you see that he’s licking his lips, ready for you to spit out whatever filth you have in mind. 

“Yeah? What was it?” his hand reaches around and slowly palms your ass as his eyes flicker down to your lips. 

“I was thinking about the way you looked so sexy in that suit” you grab his chin and move to straddle him. “and how I want you to fuck me in it” you’re smiling evilly at him and he lets out a soft whimper at your words. 

“Y/n, I can summon the suit right now if you want me to” you can feel the bulge through his sweatpants from the sensual way you are treating him. 

“Please do” you smile at him, satisfied you are finally getting your way. It takes no time for him to oblige because within seconds of you telling him to summon the suit, it's already on him. You lean back and run your fingers over the suit fabric. You can still feel the bulge that he has probably more trouble with containing now that he’s in tight dress pants. You look up at his bright white eyes behind the mask, which you can tell are not the most alert from them being hooded. 

“Mmm'' you hum, grabbing his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss. The mask disappears before you reach his lips and you immediately make contact with the soft flesh. You peck his lips a few times before looking into his eyes, then deepening the kiss. You start it off slow and run one of your hands through his hair. He breathes out a sigh as his gloved hands hold your ass in both hands. You take this as a hint to grind down, and you do. 

You start to grind down on Steven, running your fabric covered clit along the dress pants of his suit. The needy sensation of the slightest bit of friction causes you to roll your hips again, and quicken the pace of the kiss. You both hum when you find a rhythm, as you dry hump him and he grips your ass, guiding you into him. He breaks the kiss and begins to kiss your jaw. And down your neck as your hands find his shoulders. The sensitive nub sends shocks through your body with each roll of your hips, and it’s making you hot and bothered. Steven sucks and mouths at your neck as you tilt your head to the side to give him more access and grind down hard, causing him to let out a slight groan underneath your ear and grip you even tighter, causing your cheeks to spread from the tight hold. 

You push him gently away and scoot back down to his calves on your knees, still facing him and take in the view of him. You take quite a second to take in this look on Steven. The sexy suit with an even sexier man in it, looking desperate to be touched. His lips are swollen and wet from the sloppy kisses he was giving you, and his eyes watch you in anticipation for your next move. There is a mound he has created in his pants, and you can tell Steven can’t wait to relieve himself of the confinement. 

“I love the way you look in this suit, baby” you lean forward rubbing his thighs, you can feel the muscle twitch underneath your touch, he hums and closes his eyes when your right hand reaches the place he is straining. You rub the length through the thick fabric and he puts his hands behind his head to watch what you’re doing. You bat your eyes up towards him as you unbutton his pants, slowly freeing him of his confinement. He quietly groans as he watches you spit on your hand and begin to slowly stroke his length. The only skin visible is his cock, and a slight part of his lower stomach, which is a stark contrast to the bright white of the suit. You let go of his shaft, to which his cock promptly flies upwards towards his stomach. You reach for the ends of your t-shirt (Steven’s t-shirt really) and lift it off your body, watching Steven as he watches the curve of your naked body, the only clothing being the pretty pink panties you have on. 

You lean down once again and get eye level with his length as you twist and turn your wrist ever-so-slowly and watch him with intensity to get a rise out of him. You have your ass up while you work him with your hand, and his mouth starts to fall open when you hold him at the base and lick a stripe from where your hand stops to the tip. You look him in the eyes and take his tip in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it slowly and you can feel his thigh muscles tighten up. 

You start to suck more and more into your mouth, building up speed painfully slow. One of his hands comes down and wraps your hair into his palm, slightly tugging to make you look up at him as you work him. He has his head tilted to the side, those eyes are still hooded of course taking the view of you in, and he has his bottom lip pulled tight into his mouth. You turn your head with a rhythm, using your tongue to swirl around the tip whenever you come back up. You’re going faster now-

“Fuck, that feels so good y/n” he trails off as he throws his head back, his grip on your hair tightening even more. He has his other hand fisted due to the pleasure you are giving him. You hum on his cock, causing his hips to involuntarily buck upwards. You know if you continue, he’ll cum, but you want to test your limits today. So you quicken your speed, gagging slightly on his cock causing your spit to splatter at the base. He moans out at the scene. You take his cock out of your mouth and begin to stroke it at a fast pace, also catching your breath. You lean down to suck his balls, finally getting to look up at him again. You smirk when you see the look on his face as you give him maybe the best blowjob of his life. He has nothing but pure pleasure written on his face as he watches you twist your wrist around his tip, making a sloppy wet sound from the mess you made on his cock. 

You can tell he’s close, so you let your mouth go from his balls with a loud pop and start to continue sucking him off at the same speed you were going before. You let yourself gag around his shaft with almost every hit at the back of your throat, tears starting to prick your eyes. He keeps unconsciously bucking his hips up as he groans out curses from the feeling. 

“Y/n, I’m gonna cum” he exclaims and you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. You continue to suck, and right when he’s about to explode, you pull your mouth away. He groans loudly at the loss. You smile and sit back up from his cock rubbing his clothed thighs as you sit up. His shaft glistens with your saliva, and there's even some on his suit. 

You don’t even have time to take in this scene before he sits up and grips your ass and pulls you up towards his face. You sit your knees at the side of his head and smile down at the man below you. His attention only on the pink cloth that stands in his way. He kisses you through your panties and moves both of his hands to the sides of your hips where the band of your panties start. He pulls them down and you move your legs to get them off, placing them back beside his head after they have been thrown elsewhere. He rubs your thighs and just stares at your dripping cunt. His hands glide their way towards your ass as he looks up at you. 

Suddenly, you feel his gloved hands quickly release and both come harshly down on both sides of your ass, causing you to slightly yelp out and move your body forward at the sudden action. You don’t even have time to process the pain before he puts his mouth at your folds and sucks around your clit, teasing you. He soothes your ass by gliding his hands over them gently, you can feel his breath at your entrance as he teases you with his tongue. He looks up at you again when he finally takes your clit into his mouth. You hum at the sensation, but as soon as you hum you feel his right hand come down again on your ass, harder than it was before, this time, he holds you still, preventing your lower body from jolting forward. Your moan as your upper body, however, jolts and falls forward and you hold onto the headboard as he sucks your clit faster. He grips your ass with both hands and pushes your cunt into his face ravenously. 

“Steven” you draw out his name in a desperate tone of voice, moaning to yourself when his tongue darts out and flicks at your clit. You start to push your hips down onto his face, desperate for some more friction. You are needy for it. You grab the back of his head and grind your cunt onto his face. The bump of his nose on your clit occasionally making you whine. You are getting so much pleasure that you don’t even think about the possibility you could be suffocating him. He lets you grind on his face, even moving his hands on your ass to guide you faster. You feel that knot in your stomach form from grinding repeatedly at the perfect spot. Your moans get more high pitched and Steven is still guiding you faster. Suddenly, you hit the perfect spot on your clit. You start to buck your hips on Stevens face and he squeezes your ass to push you further into him. You moan loudly as you let go all over his face. You ride out your high sighing heavily from the orgasm you just had. You look down at Stevens face and it is covered with your slick. 

“Have fun?” Steven jokes at how your neediness came over you. 

“Yes, I did, Mr Knight '' You smile breathlessly, barely being able to form syllables. Steven shifts beneath you and flips you over onto your back, kissing your lips sloppily. You have to recollect yourself and look down at his body once more, reminding you of how sexy he looks for you. You look over his chest, where the buttons go down towards his lower stomach. His cock the only thing that sticks out of the suit. Your cunt flutters around thin air at the sight. You spread your legs more as he comes back down to kiss your neck more, kissing and sucking at it harshly. His pursuit goes down to your breasts taking one nipple into his mouth at a time, licking and sucking at them while looking up at you. You can already feel yourself getting needy for his touch again. You grab his face and pull it up to yours and kiss him. You also reach down to grab his cock, trying to push him into you, until you feel his hand push yours away. He’s not done with you yet. He flips you over on your stomach and pulls your legs up so your ass is up in the air. He moves behind you and rubs your ass. His cock sits on your lower stomach and you move your body forward and back desperately to feel some friction on your clit. His hand, once again, comes down hard on your ass, lurching you forward. 

“Ooou that was a hard one” he laughs and you moan at his taunting. You feel his hands release you, but it isn’t to smack you again. You turn your head to see what he’s doing and he’s removing his right glove. He removes the glove and places it on the bed. You are completely exposed for him. You don’t get a warning before one of his digits goes inside of you. You hum at the sudden feeling of your cunt being filled. He moves his finger slow at first, soaking his finger in your needy cunt. His left hand palms your ass and he watches his finger go in and out of you, adding another one and speeding up his pace. He starts to hit a spot that makes your head spin, and your low hums turn into moans. 

“Mhm, I make you feel good?” Steven questions while he continuously hits your spot. You nod, not being able to use your words. He then adds another finger and quickens the pace even more, digging and curling his fingers perfectly in the spot that hits just right. You reach and grab at the sheets and let out a groan when he adds a third finger, filling your cunt. 

“Steven” you draw out again, a warning that you are getting close to your limit. He strips his hand away leaving your cunt empty once again. He quickly and skillfully flips you without any more time to spare and drags you with him to the edge of the bed. He places his feet on the ground and strokes his length as he watches your naked body. You’re sweaty, hair clinging to the sides of your face and you have a desperate look in your eyes as you take in the view of him in that damn suit. Just the sight of it over top of you makes you just the slightest bit more wet. 

“Fuck” you say under your breath as you look at your husband. He smiles and leans his lower body into yours to line himself up. Your eyes travel down to the place where he is about to connect and watch as he pushes himself into you with ease, his cock disappearing in less than a second. Steven gasps as he almost fully bottoms out. He grabs your calves and pins them upwards, immediately hitting the perfect angle to make you throb around him. 

“Oh my god” you breathe out again, your breath striped away by the sudden pleasure you’re feeling. He starts to pick up a slow place, holding your legs up to your chest. You and Steven have only fucked a few times compared to how much you and Marc have, but it’s like Steven knows your body just as much as Marc does. Maybe it was because Marc coached him through it? However, you don’t exactly care right now because Steven leans down to your ear when you start to moan lowly at his slow pace. 

“You sound so pretty…want me to fuck you harder?” he asks in a cooing way. You nod and Steven immediately obliged. He starts to push into you faster, causing your hands to fly to his back and grip for dear life. He hasn’t sped up entirely, but you’re struggling to keep your composure even though you just started. He sucks and kisses at your neck, still holding your legs up to your chest. Your moans become louder and more drawn out, and it isn’t helping the way Steven is also struggling to hold back his moans as he kisses your neck. 

Without warning, he sits up completely and puts your legs up on his shoulders, your ankles hang loosely on them. Then, he starts to pound into you. You squeeze your eyes shut and moan loudly at the sudden change of pace. He also lets out a deep moan as he watches you reel in the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“Fuck” you hear him say under his breath when you clench around him unexpectedly. He leans forward, causing your legs to slide up his shoulders more, and he kisses you sloppily. He moans in your mouth again when he reaches a different angle inside you. All you can do is take this immense pleasure as he continuously pulls moans from your lungs with occasional swears. 

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doin that love” he moans out at the way you clench around him. You were on your edge, and he was coming down with you. So, you keep clenching around him as the knot in your stomach forms and your legs start to shake around his head. To make matters worse, Steven reaches a hand in between the both of you and begins circling your clit with his thumb, all while keeping that quick pace right in your spot. 

“Keep going, just like that Steven” you encourage him with a whine, and he doesn’t move but quickens his assault. You suddenly release all over him, and you hold your breath as you go through your orgasm, holding onto Stevens arms to hold onto something. He groans at the pulsations around his cock, knowing you just came. His moans become more frequent and his thrusts get sloppy, but you try- with lazy, teary eyes -to watch him as he cums inside you. He lets out a deep groan and shuts his eyes, stilling inside you as you feel his cum shoot through you. It’s beautiful, sweaty, pleasure filled Steven over top of you with your legs on his shoulders, spilling his mess inside you while wearing that familiar suit. 

“Fuuck, y/n” he calls out as he thrusts a couple times to ride out the high. You watch as he pulls out and watches as the mess he made inside your cunt slips out of you. He promptly pushes it back inside and you clench around his fingers at the sudden feeling. He looks up at you and smiles boyishly and moves to go get something. He comes back with a glass of water for you and hands it to you. 

“Here, don’t want you feelin woozy after that” he states after handing you the glass. You can’t help the grin that comes on your face. He pulled two orgasms from you in the span of 25 minutes and how lucky are you that he cares about you being woozy afterwards? Extremely. 

“Thank you, my knight” you retort, looking him up and down as he is still in that suit. He’s really sweaty. Probably sweatier than you are, but he looks sexy this way of course.  

“Did you like the suit on?” he asks sarcastically. And oh yes you did. 

“I loved it Steven, the suit needs to stay on during sex from now on” he looks at you in disbelief. 

“Every time?!” he gasps. You turn to set your water down on the nightstand, still completely naked. 

“Yes” you put it simply. “You look absolutely stunning in it, especially fucking me the way you just did” 

“You expect that much from me, huh?” Steven grins at you. “It makes me awfully sweaty love” 

“So? A little bit of sweat never hurt anyone” you say rolling your eyes playfully. You love to banter with him.

“Oh really?” Steven gets a mischievous look in his eye. “...Not even if I do this!-'' he quickly shoots towards you and nuzzles his sweaty hair into your neck while pinning you down. You cry out from the sweat getting on you. 

“NO” you shout and giggle trying to shove him off, but then he starts to kiss your neck. You grab the back of his sweaty neck as he starts to go lower down to your breasts. You can’t help the giggles that ensue when he bites at the flesh with a growl. He looks up at you and smiles, then comes back up for a big sloppy kiss. You break the kiss before anything else can continue. 

“Okay” you look from his lips up to his eyes “I think you need a shower” you tease. 

“Fiine” he pushes himself up and the suit disappears. He starts to strip naked on his way to the bathroom but turns around while going for his underwear. “Care to join me, love?” he asks with a smirk while pulling his member completely out. You can’t say no to him, especially when he’s already fully naked in front of you. 

“Oh, I’m coming” and you certainly were. 

[moonstone01]

When I Get my Hands on You

MoonKnight 

Marc Spector x Female Reader (Hint of Steven Grant)

Word count: 6.3K

Warnings: Smut (with Marc) , angst, fluff, a little bit of a praise kink I guess? Fingering, oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected vaginal sex, spanking?  

A/N: LOL, I got 200 notes on my last smut, at least SOME people read it. So I wrote another and after a lot of procrastinating, I have finally accomplished this. I hope this one is good if not better because I actually tried on this one, enjoy. 🥰

You have been married to Marc Spector for four years now. You both met each other shortly after your father died. It was not very long before you started to fall for him, and he fell for you. Eventually, he told you about his deal with Khonshu, the Egyptian god of the moon. How he would have been dead if he hadn't made that deal with him. He also eventually started to bring you along on his adventures- after you begged him to take you and snuck yourself into his battles -and you both fought well together, as a team. However, three months ago, he had disappeared from your life all of a sudden, without a last goodbye, without a warning. A normal person would think he ran away with another woman, that is, if you both were normal. No, the normal for you both is the constant threat of knowing anything can happen, almost always potentially life-threatening. So when you decide to call, after so many days and weeks of trying to contact him for what seems like the millionth time, and he picks up, you are in a state of frenzying panic. 

“Yeah?” he says calmly into the phone. 

“Oh my GOD, you're alive.” you say relieved, laughing crazily at the thought that he's okay.

“Yeah, I'm alright” he says almost..unbothered? No, unknowingly. 

“Ive been texting and calling for MONTHS-I thought something bad happened to you, why didn’t you give me a sign you were okay-where have you been?” you spit out quickly, the realization has set in. Your husband of four years, who had suddenly disappeared three months ago, has finally given a sign that he is alive. He is okay.

“I’m sorry..umm-I just found this phone in my flat, and I’m tryin to figure out whos it is” does he have some sort of memory loss? How could he forget me? That does NOT sound like Marc. No, this HAS to be him, he would never leave his only form of contact with me in some strangers apartment, you think to yourself. This is your husband, you know it. You can feel it. However, you are very confused.

“Wha-what is with this accent? What is happening right now?”

“I-I’m sorry, who do you think I am?” you think this has got to be some joke. Maybe a trick. 

“What do you mean WHO! What is wrong with you Marc?” you shout into the phone. 

“...What did you just call me? Why did you call me..Marc?” he answers back suspiciously. After he says this, you are suspicious of this whole phone call. The accent, the apparent unfamiliarity in his voice, you need to find him, and now that he turned his phone back on, you can finally track it. The both of you are silent on the phone when you decide it would be better to just hang up and start the process of tracking his phone. You hear him start to ask “hello?” but you hang up before he can finish. So, you start tracking his phone. After quite a few minutes, with the skills you've gained over the years of tracking down bad guys for a living, you find out he is in London. Two blocks away from where we used to live. 

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After you track his phone, you make your way towards his location. You are determined to find him, you’ve waited and waited for a sign that he’s okay, and now that you've got it, you are on a mission. All you can think about on your way is the memories you have made over the past four years. Never in your life have you felt this way for anyone the way you do for Marc. One of the memories in particular you hold onto dearly is when Marc got you a scarab necklace for your second anniversary. You both had just got back from a date, a little off from the wine you had been drinking at the fancy restaurant he treated you to. You both stumbled into the apartment while laughing.

“Wait here” he told you with a smirk, you expected something else, but what he did surprise you with was even better. 

“Close your eyes” he shouted from the bedroom, you laugh and cover your eyes. You hear his shoes hit the ground as he walks over to you. 

“Oookay, open-um” It was a necklace with a golden chain, and the scarab beetle that hung from it was blue and gold, and it was beautiful, probably expensive too. It was so special it caused tears to prick in your eyes because of the significance it had. Your father used to call you his “little scarab”, and Marc had bought it in memory of him. 

“Aaand look at the back” he says as he flips it for you to see. You lean in to read what it says, eyes glazed over from the alcohol and the tears that have threatened to spill. There are those significant words written in cursive writing. 

My little scarab. 

Maybe it was the wine, the genuine love you felt for Marc, or the heart aching feeling of missing your father so much- or maybe a bit of everything combined -but the tears were flowing. He helped you put it on as you looked at him with tears in your eyes, and he wiped them away with a loving smile. He kissed both of your cheeks, probably tasting the salty tears, before finally kissing you slowly on the lips. Passionate and loving, the only words to describe that night. 

However, your head snaps back to the memory of the last time you had seen him. He looked tired. More tired than you have ever seen him. That day, you told him you were going out to get the both of you some food, because your poor husband looked like he was at his breaking point. Khonshu is going to work him to death, you think as you walk to a local store. It probably took you about forty five minutes, between the walk there and back- and the indecisiveness at the store -but you ended up getting him his favorite sandwich, two bags of small chips, and a drink. (Also getting the same package of food for yourself.) However, upon your return, you called for his name. 

“Marc!” you announce into the apartment you shared, bags crinkling and keys jingling on your way in. No answer. You set your stuff down and head towards the bedroom. He might be sleeping. You peak your head in. The bed is made, no sign of Marc. 

“Maarc” you draw out, heading towards the bathroom, however, you stop when the door is open and the light is off. Did he leave? Where could he have possibly gone? I told him I was getting us food. You pull out your phone and try to call him. Straight to voicemail. You try to call again. Straight to voicemail. You text him. 

Marc, where are you??? I told you I was getting food, you need to be in bed. As you send this text, it doesn’t send. You have figured out that he has turned his phone off. 

Where is he? Maybe Khonshu needed him. That is probably exactly where he's gone off to, you reassure yourself. You decided it would be better to wait it out and maybe he’ll come back, but you can’t shake the feeling something is off. Three days later, and after no text or call, you start to really panic, restless at the thought something bad happened to him. That off feeling being right. You spammed his phone like no tomorrow for hours the first week he left. Soon, your panic somehow got dimmer, as you were causing yourself so much stress to the point of exhaustion. Lack of sleep and fits of mental breakdowns set in for the first month. This was your husband, he could be dead, and the thought of losing him without closure, just like your father, tore you from the inside out. So this brings you to the present, on your way to find him. He’s not far, maybe a twenty minutes ride. But, as you are driving towards your destination, a man makes you halt your bike as he stumbles out and falls to the ground. Oh my god- it’s Marc.

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You have taken a liking to Steven. The man who fell in front of your bike was not Marc, but Steven. You’re not sure how long Marc has really had him as his companion, but he sure as hell was good at hiding him. He is a lot more honest and certainly seems a lot more caring then Marc after what he has put you through recently. On the rare occasion Marc does front, you are arguing. So, as you and Steven are traveling to Ammit’s tomb, after the absolute craziness that Steven just caused to the sky, you are talking about Marc. 

“So, how’s Marc?” you ask in a sarcastic way. 

“Oh, he’s wonderful” he says looking towards the side mirror, you have figured out that only Steven can communicate with him via a reflection, and vice-versa. 

“You know, I still don’t know why he suddenly up and left” you say looking towards Steven. He’s quiet for a minute, Marc probably saying something smart. 

“...I’m not sure” Steven says, looking at the mirror. You can feel him looking at you when he is about to say something when you suddenly push on the brakes a little bit too hard when you come across the large cavern that leads to Ammit’s tomb. You both grab your things and begin your walk. When the site comes into view, you both head for the tents for supplies. During your search, you can hear a bit of commotion coming from the tent Steven is occupying, you know they're arguing. When you get the supplies needed for your descent into the hole to the tomb, you start to strap up the harnesses you both need to make the way down. You help him with his as he goes stiff from your touch. 

“I feel like I've been waiting my whole life for this'' he says looking up as you smile at his excitement. Your hands are around his area, so he's trying not to look at you as you tighten his harness. 

“For the adventure, I mean” as he realizes what could be implied by what he said. You make your way up towards his face, you're close. 

“I know” you say softly, and saying fuck it in your mind and going for a kiss. 

“-Marc said…that he left to protect you from Khonshu” he quickly says, making you stop from kissing his lips. You look at him confused. 

“He told me you were his next avatar after him” he states finally. 

“Well…I don’t need protecting, and the least he could have done was tell me, and be honest” 

“Yeah…” he says not knowing what to say. 

“But you are honest Steven, and that’s what I need, honesty”

“I’m honesty” he says almost as a question. You laugh at his awkwardness. 

“Yes, Steven, you are honesty” he then grabs your shoulders and unsurely makes his way to your lips. The kiss is slow, and it sends a shock through your body. You really are kissing Steven and not Marc. You feel like Marc is watching you, and you sort of feel guilty, so you pull away and smile at him, then turn around to hook your harness up. Meanwhile, Steven is looking at you with awe as you jump down into the abyss. You hear a commotion up on the ledge, and moments later after you marked your fathers symbol, Steven came crashing down. 

“Oh my God, Steven are you okay?” you rush over to him, he fell about 10 feet so that must have hurt. 

“...Yeah, I’m alright” he says as you help him up. 

“Marc uuh… Marc saw that” he adds slightly laughing not in humor, but worry. 

“Good” you say as you begin to walk away towards the rest of the tomb, but the curiosity of Marc makes you stop. Usually you let it go because you don’t want to get involved with Steven and Marc’s disputes, but this one is about you. So you turn back around. 

“Steven?” 

“Yeah?” he responds while taking in the architecture of the tomb. 

“What exactly did Marc do?” you ask curiously. You sort of feel bad for kissing Steven when you are still married to Marc, but what does he expect to happen? His alter is the sweeter version of him, just with the same appearance. You can’t help but feel smug at the anger you might have caused him after the amount of anger and frustration he has caused you. Marc has always been possessive of you, but not in a controlling or toxic way. More in the way that he would kill a man if he tried to hurt you, and he has proven to do so before. 

“Um- well- he punched me in the face” he says a little bit hurt. 

“Are you serious?” you're surprised he punched basically himself in the face over a kiss. 

“Yup…and then he threw me down the hole” he states matter-a-factly. You can’t believe him, poor Steven. You see Stevens head snap to the wall beside you, there is a slight reflection so you know it’s Marc. Steven’s eyes go a bit wide when he apparent;y hears what Marc had to say, and then they go to yours. 

“What? What did he say?” you ask, with the way Steven reacted your curiosity peaked. 

“Um-I-I’m not sure if I want to repeat that” he laughs out nervously. “He was talking specifically to you” your eyes squint in confusion. 

“Just tell me Steven, obviously if it’s meant for me he wants me to hear it. 

“Uh, well-he said ‘I swear to God, when I get my hands on you, you’re going to be begging me to fuck you, you’re my wife, not Stevens’” he says shyly at the dirty words coming out of his mouth. At this you can’t help the blush that comes to your cheeks because Steven had to listen to that. This is the side of Marc you have yet to mention. 

“Um…well, Marc, if you actually cared to comfort and be honest with your wife, maybe i wouldn’t be Stevens wife” Steven blushes at this and his mouth slightly goes open. You look at Steven as you see an opportunity to piss Marc off even more. So, you grab Stevens head and pull him down to your lips. This time, you make the kiss passionate and full of tongue and Steven can barely keep up. Then, you can feel the switch. He immediately takes over the kiss and launches one hand up to your neck and the other grabs your hip and harshly pushes you against the wall. He picks both of your legs up and you immediately jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he rips his lips off of yours and starts to violently suck at your neck. You moan slightly when he reaches a spot on your neck he knows you like, you can feel his smirk against your neck as he slips his hand under your shirt and grabs your breast tight in his hand. He starts to grind his hips into yours and you can feel his hard-on slightly through his jeans. You hold onto his back as he continues to work on your neck, mouth slightly open and eyes hooded because you can’t remember the last time he has touched you like this. He drops your legs back onto the ground as you watch as he lifts up your shirt enough for your bra to be exposed, and he trails open mouthed kisses down to your lower stomach. You stare as he looks up at you through hungry, lust driven eyes, he smirks against your skin when he sees how flustered you are. You grab the back of his curls when you suddenly feel him stop and his eyes widen. He jolts up and stumbles back while he looks at you. It’s Steven. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-I wasn’t doing that” He says panicked, not knowing what had just happened in those few short moments. You know Marc did that on purpose, and you know he’s thinking all smug to himself: now who’s wife are you really? 

“No” you say a little bit breathless “it’s okay, you don’t need to worry about it” 

“Okay, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, y/n” you smile at him as he makes sure you’re okay. Steven is the sweetest person, yet you can see Marc in him even though they are two very different people. 

“Really, it’s okay Steven, let’s just…continue” you say, meaning continue what you came here to do in the first place. So you both continue on, pushing the sort of awkward moment to the side. 

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It has been a week since you guys ended up saving the world from Ammit’s release that would have killed millions and successfully releasing Khonshu from being imprisoned in stone. No big deal. Marc also was finally set free from Khonshu's deal, so you had plenty of free time with both Marc and Steven. However, tonight you and Marc have finally made it back to London, and you both are rushing back home. 

“You know, I didn’t leave you because I wanted to y/n” he says turned to you, you both hurrying hand in hand towards the apartment. You look up at him, as if asking him to go on. 

“I did it because I wanted to protect you- and I know I should've been honest with you -but I was also worried you would leave me if you found out about Steven” you LOVE Steven, and you would never leave Marc because of him. 

“You know I don’t need protecting, Marc” he looks back at you as you say this, both still rushing back to the apartment, in a borderline speedwalk. The both of you are a bit breathless from your chase towards the apartment. 

“Yes, you do, y/n” he says with an eyebrow raised. You can’t help but smile at him because whether you like to admit it or not, you do love that Marc would do anything to protect you. So you shut up and hurry along the busy streets of London back to technically Stevens place. And when you arrive, Marc fumbles for the keys and quickly opens the door. As soon as he opens the door he grabs you and pulls the both of you and kisses you, as you both blindly fumble to close the door. It’s dark in the apartment, other than the blue illumination of Gus’s fish tank, making you both stop to look at each other in the slight blue light. He grabs your cheek and caresses it as he looks at you from your lips back up to your eyes with a loving, but lust filled demeanor- almost a look of neediness. He begins to walk you backwards towards the bed, as his face forms a smile that you rarely got to see from him the months leading up to the disappearance. You bump into a stack of books on the floor causing you to slightly lose your balance and both of your gazes fly to the interruption. 

“Damn it Steven, do you ever clean this place up?” Marc asks jokingly into thin air as you both laugh as he pulls you into the warmth of his lips once more. Steven probably said some sarcastic response in return, but the both of you could care less. You finally reach the bed and he pushes you to sit at the very edge. He swiftly lifts his shirt and throws it somewhere, and you barely have time to view your husband's body before he is grabbing at your shirt. You lift your arms so he could remove it for you, and as soon as the piece of clothing leaves your body, he leans down as he grabs your neck and pulls your lips to his, he really can’t get enough. Both of your hands fumble for your pants, he uses his free hand to unbutton the jeans you have on as you work them off your legs, not wanting to interrupt your lips from moving against each other. After you have managed to kick your jeans off, he grabs at one of your breasts through the padding of your bra as he applies slight pressure around your neck. You let out a slight moan, in turn causing him to run his hand that palmed at your breast down your side, and slide down your stomach. He reaches the panties that really weren't your best pair, but not the worst he's ever seen you in. His finger slowly teases at your folds through the fabric, causing a smirk to appear on his face through the kiss as you open your legs for him. He breaks the kiss and drops his hand on your throat down to your thigh to hold your leg open slightly to watch as he starts to circle your clit, achingly slow. You bite your bottom lip as he purposefully goes slow, causing you to inhale sharply and move your hips to get more friction on his fingers. He laughs and pulls his fingers away. 

“I told you, when I get my hands on you, I was gonna make you beg me to fuck you” he says in a low tone staring into your eyes. You whine and spread your legs wider as you lay back on the bed, trying to tease him into giving you what you want. As you do this, you watch as Marc takes his pants off, leaving him in his boxers, in which you can see he is fully hard for you. He puts his knee on the bed and hooks a hand underneath your body to unhook your bra. He throws the bra somewhere else in the room as he looks at your breasts lustfully. He leans down and licks at one of your hard buds as his curls fall forward tickling your chest. His eyes are hooded as he focuses on swirling it around his tongue and then swiftly taking it into his mouth as his other hand reaches up to palm the other breast. You let out a slight moan as he lightly sucks at your sensitive bud, feeling yourself get those butterflies you always do when Marc touches you. He looks up at your lust filled eyes and starts to make his way down your belly. He trails open mouthed kisses all the way down to the beginning of your panties and then takes a hard right towards your thigh. Of Course. You watch as Marc starts to kiss down towards your hips, then your thigh, and then your inner thigh. 

“Please Marc can you just stop teasing me” you whine as he continues to kiss each thigh, not making any progress towards your sopping core. He completely stops and comes back up to your face. You’re getting needier by the second. 

“Why? You need me to eat that pretty pussy of yours? Hmm? You all wet and needy for me baby?” he says in a mocking tone. You unintentionally moan when you feel his hand slide your panties over and run his middle finger along your folds as the other hand launches your leg over to have more access. 

“Yes, Marc please” you say when his fingers make it to your clit. 

“Yeah, you're so wet for me” he smiles while making eyes at the way your lips are slightly parted, keeping your moans in just from the way he is playing with your folds. You watch as his middle finger sinks perfectly into your cunt. Your legs unconsciously spread wider for him. He looks down to watch as he fingers you, the only sound in the room is your cunt making a sloshing sound as he starts to curl his fingers up into you, so slow you could scream. You moan when he starts to go faster, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. He kisses you nastily, open mouthing you as he adds a second finger with ease. 

“Mmm” you let out and break the kiss “go-go faster..” you struggle to say. He obliges and speeds up his fingers at lightning speed. Your cunt creates a loud wet sound due to your wetness dripping out at this point. You let out a stuttered moan as you grip the sheets for dear life with one hand and the other holding onto his arm that is holding him up on the bed. 

“Mhm, I can hear how wet you are. Let me hear those moans, you look so pretty with my fingers inside you” he coos out. You moan louder when his other hand reaches for your clit and rubs it in loose circles, sending shocks through your body. You feel your stomach knot as you're coming close to your orgasm. Marc has always been able to bring you to an orgasm quickly, he knows your body too well. So he knows when you’re close. 

“You wanna cum? Beg me to let you cum” he states as both of his hands work to please you. You are unraveling and moaning at the sensations he’s bringing you and you can barely respond, so when your walls start to squeeze around his fingers as you reach the edge without a response, he rips his hands away from your pussy. He watches as you clench around nothing and you moan out in protest to the sudden loss. Your body coming back to the aching need to be touched. 

“Maaarc” you draw his name out.

“You’re not cumming unless you beg me to give you what you want” he says in a strict tone. You watch as he gets up, his boxers having a wet stain on them from precum leaking out. Marc has always loved giving you pleasure, he loves to watch you unravel and cum at his touch. But tonight, he’s getting off to hearing you beg for it after seeing you flirt with Steven. He bows his head down and lays on his stomach to come face to face with your entrance. You lift your hips for him as he begins to take your panties off, leaving you completely naked for him. He puts both of your legs on his shoulders and turns his head to the side to start his slow, sloppy kisses on your thighs. He looks up and down at you the whole time, mumbling praises as he gets closer to your wetness as you whine lowly. He reaches your entrance, and licks from where your wetness has dripped out all the way up to the hood of your clit. It sends shivers up your spine as your breath catches in your throat. You sigh loudly when his tongue starts to circle your clit. You watch as he looks up for your reactions to the pleasure he's giving you. You moan when he sucks your clit into his mouth, in turn, he moans against you as you let out the sound he’s been craving. You grab hold of his dark brown curls into your hand and he lifts his head up a little bit to watch you squirm underneath his mouth when he begins to do figure eights on your clit. Once again, you’re getting close, and more whiny. Your legs start to shake and close around his head as he sucks on your clit while swirling his tongue around you, but he wraps his arms around your thighs even tighter and holds them open with obviously more strength then you could ever enforce. Your grip on his hair gets tighter as he is bringing you to your orgasm. 

“Marc..I’m clo-” you’re cut off by your own pleasure as you moan loudly when one of his hands snuck around and started to finger you as he was sucking on your clit. The combination makes your head spin. He begins to move both his mouth and fingers in sinc, making you throw your head back and buck your hips up into his mouth. He hums against you while looking up expectantly, but you’re too wrapped up in your pleasure to remember what he told you. Then, without warning, Marc stops. You quickly try to push his head back with a growl of frustration, but he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head as he comes back up to your face and kisses your neck. 

“You taste so good y/n” he groans against your neck. You let out a small moan in response and wrap your legs around his waist. He takes the hint and starts to grind his clothed cock against your needy clit.

“You want me to fuck you? Tell me y/n” he says right underneath your ear sending shivers down your spine. 

“Yes Marc…I-please fuck me I need you so bad” you moan out as he adds more pressure between your legs, his hard on pressing you just right. He groans into your ear, needing it just as much as you. He sits up to take his boxers off and you watch his muscles contort as he shuffles out of them and throws the piece of clothing elsewhere. His dick springs up directly onto his stomach with force, his tip shiny and a purple tint from the precum he’s been leaking out. He starts towards you again as you take his dick into your hand and stroke it. You watch him take his bottom lip into his mouth as you slowly go up and down, twisting your wrist at the head of his shaft. He’s looking at you with hooded eyes, his eyes are a lot darker now, filled only with lust. He grabs your free arm and pins it over your head and begins his attack on your lips. The kiss is full of tongue, as you continue to speed up on his cock. He huffs out into the kiss as you are speeding up and grabs your arm and pins it up with your other arm. You tried to flip yourself over to get on top to suck him off, but he grabs both of your wrists into one hand and with his freehand he starts to tease your folds with the tip. He breaks the kiss to look down at how his tip gets soaked with your juices. 

“I’m not letting you cum unless you beg me, understand?” he says as he looks at you and teases your clit with the head. You nod in response, but he lands a hard smack on your ass.

“-Yes, I-I understand, please Marc I need you” you whimper out to his smack. He smiles at your reaction and grabs your breast in one hand and begins to push into your soaking entrance. His mouth falls open as he sinks into you as far as he can go. You let out a drawn out moan and look down at his cock disappearing slowly, in and out of your pussy. He fills you up and stretches you out perfectly. 

“Oh you’re so wet for me” he lets out and finally looks up at you after being distracted by his slow movements into you. You groan when he suddenly pulls almost all the way out and thrusts into you a bit harder. He begins to speed up his thrusts and you throw your head back. 

“Mhm, you like that?” He watches you as you nod with your eyes squeezed shut and your lip in between your teeth. He snaps his hips into you faster and grabs your legs and pushes them upwards as the top part of your thighs almost to the mattress underneath you to get a better angle. He has fully bottomed out at this point, and you can’t contain your moans anymore. 

“Mmm yes Marc, just like that” you raise your arms above your head and hold on onto the headboard with one hand as the other arms slings over your eyes, concealing your face from him. He removes his arms from underneath your thighs and grabs your arms and puts them over his neck, then placing his hands to their original position on your thighs. 

“Don’t hide from me, let me see that pretty face” he smiles at you as he continues his pursuit at your cunt. You can only moan in response. The sound of your pussy gushing, the slapping of skin against skin, and your moans are the only things audible, and it's absolutely sexy to Marc. Hearing you helplessly moan and whimper out at what he’s doing to you. 

“So pretty for me, such a good girl” he groans as he leans down to kiss your neck. He’s leaving marks for sure, and he’s also biting which elicits a loud groan from you when he licks and bites a spot he knows you like. After he’s satisfied with the marks he's left on you, he lets go of your legs and flips you over and picks you up by the stomach to quickly put you in position. You immediately arch your back for him and he pushes into you once again. The both of you moan when he bottoms out the first stroke. He speeds up and grips your ass in one hand and pushes your ass down for more leverage. His other hand reaches forward to splay onto your back. You both are breaking a sweat at this point and you can’t contain yourself in this position. 

“Fuck me harder Marc,-oh my god!” you struggle to demand through your shaky voice, but he’s quick to satisfy your request as he snaps hips faster. His cock is hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel faint. He’s stretching you out so good in this position and you’re getting closer to your orgasm. He smacks your ass as he grunts and thrusts into you even faster as the noise from the skin smacking skin can be heard throughout the whole apartment- and probably the apartments up and downstairs. 

“O-oh fuck, I’m gonna-a cum” you whine out loudly as you lift your head up slightly off the bed to pear over your shoulder at Marc working behind you. His eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure, his eyes are hooded and focused on your cunt, and he is gripping your ass to contain himself. He lets out a deep moan when you clench around him at the sight of him fucking you. Then he looks up at you and grabs the back of your neck and pushes you impossibly further into the mattress. 

“C’mon, beg me to let you cum, I know you want it so bad baby” he groans loudly, him being close as well. 

“Please let me cum Marc, I-I need it so bad..I wanna cum all over your dick” you string out in a whine, not wanting him to refuse your orgasm again. He listens and hits an angle that reaches a spot inside you that makes you scream. You are so loud for him and you start to clench around him even more as you are coming to the edge of your orgasm. 

“Cum for me” he grits through his teeth as he lands a hard smack on your ass. You can’t contain it after he’s given you the words, and you release on his cock, screaming out strings of curses as he continues to rock you through your high, continually clenching around him as he continues his thrusts into you, chasing his own high. Your legs are weak and you're struggling to stay up on your knees for him, so he grabs the front of your thighs to hold you in place as you feel his dick pulsate inside you. 

“Mm-mm-mm cu-um for me Marc” you moan out as you’re bouncing from the force he’s thrusting into you. You look behind you again and clench as you watch him moan loudly and squeeze his eyes shut and furrow his eyebrows. You feel him halt and twitch inside you and you can feel his cum shoot deep up into you as he falls slightly forward. His mouth hangs open, and when he pulls out, he watches as his cum mixed with your wetness spills out. He pushes his fingers into you to keep it from dripping out, he’s always done that after you both had had sex. You plop over on your side with a loud sigh and he lays down next to you. The both of you catching your breaths from your high. You look into your husband's eyes and smile, lifting your hand to caress his face, a few strands of his hair sticking to the sides of his face and forehead from sweating. He looks up at you and puts his hand over top of yours and rubs your hand gently. 

“You know I’ve missed you, y/n Spector '' he states in a loving tone, smiling at the use of his last name combined with your first name, even though you’ve been married for four years now. Hearing your name with his never fails to make him smile. 

“And I’ve missed you too, Marc Spector” you laugh and he pulls you onto his chest, slightly chuckling at the fact that you have missed him just as much as he’s missed you. 

“I’ll never leave you again, I promise” he whispers as he rubs up and down your back soothingly and leans down to place a long kiss on your forehead, the both of you succumbing to sleep. 

“You promise promise?” you ask, looking up at him smiling. 

“I promise promise” he laughs, causing you to giggle at the childish words. 

“I love you” he whispers as you fall asleep on his chest. 

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NO BECAUSE LOOK WHAT I MADE

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Literally went feral when these came out. 

[ursa-majora]

[moonstone01]

Free my mans 😤

[starks-hero]

he must be protected

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Poor Steven 💔

[merdelera]

marvel showing the highly-teased Jake Lockley in a locked sarcophagus and then immediately panning past him is unironcially one of the funniest things they’ve ever done but give him to me

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#FreeJake ❤️

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Stood Up

MoonKnight

Steven Grant x Female Reader

Word count: 5.8K

Warnings: Smut, that's about it? 

A/N: If anyone actually reads this, this is my very first attempt at any form of writing in general, so if it is shit, I severely apologize. This was also written in one day on a whim. 

You had been stood up, AGAIN. 

You don’t know why but the man who asked you on a date seemed different then the usual personality he possesses. 

“Steak? At seven?” you said to him after he rambled about the food items at his counter of the museum you both worked at. He looked at you as if you had said it in foreign language, then his expression lightened as he asked.

“Steak? S-sorry are you asking me out?” As he said this, you were a bit confused, because he had just asked YOU the other day. But, he's hot, so you shrug it off as if it were a joke. 

“You're funny, see you tomorrow” you said back with a breathy laugh, almost flirtatiously, and walked off back to the group of people you had to tour. Steven had always caught your attention. His shy nature and gentleness was such a turn on. Not to mention his dark brown, disheveled curls and dark eyes that looked at you with awe. The way he nervously spoke to everyone, especially you, was cute in your eyes, almost like a lost puppy. However, the day he asked you out was very strange, he had a different look in his eye, and his accent was just a bit different, but hey, who are you to turn this man down? 

So, here you are, at this fancy restaurant on the corner of a busy bustling street, waiting. You call him, no answer. You have been waiting for thirty minutes by the time the waiter comes over. 

“Still waiting for one more?” The waiter asks you curiously.

“Nope..a-actually, I think I am ready to order” so you sat, alone, eating steak by yourself. It bothers you because you have been stood up before, plenty of times. But from Steven? You would have never guessed Steven of all people would leave you, alone, rethinking yourself. Then again, you didn’t really know him. So many thoughts go through your head, trying to find an excuse as to why his presence is missing. Am I not good enough for him? Did he rethink this whole date and just decide it to be better not to tell you? Maybe he got busy? No, he can not possibly be busy, you think to yourself. It’s simple, he is just like the rest, and you're not taking the bullshit. After you eat dinner by yourself, you pay, and start your walk to your apartment under the streetlights of London. The whole walk, Steven still floods your mind, but you try to push him out of your mind as you enter your apartment. As you walk in, you enter your freshly clean apartment. It always smells like your signature scent and the decor is minimalistic. Your apartment has a very open floor plan, so you make a B-line right to your bed after kicking your heels off, lying there as the realization hits that- even though you dread to get up from your comfy bed after such a shitty night - you have to wash your makeup off and do your night routine. You wash the makeup you worked so hard to do that afternoon to impress him, you take down your hair you spent your attention on, making sure it’s perfect, and you take the red form fitting dress off that showed off your body quite well that you were excited to show off to him. He had only seen you in your work attire, so the dress- you thought- would fluster shy, timid Steven. You finally climb into the white sheets of your bed, lying comfortably under the comforter that felt like a cloud on top of you, and the thoughts of Steven, and the terrible night you had finally, finally drift away as you let sleep win. 

***

It is now Sunday. Steven stood you up Friday, and you haven’t seen him since that day at work. You didn’t plan on seeing him anytime soon anyway. You are reading a book in your bed, enjoying the cold breeze from your open window under the protection of your comforter. However, your phone starts to vibrate on the nightstand to your left. It is currently 7:15, and the sun has gone significantly down, so the lamp at your left illuminates so much so that it causes a glare on your phone screen, preventing you from seeing who is calling you at this time when you are enjoying the peace. With a huff, you put a finger in between the pages and let go of the book with your left hand and bend significantly to the side to reach your phone. When you get to read who is calling you, your heart drops. It is Steven Grant from the gift shop. You quickly place your makeshift bookmark into the book you were reading and put it to the side. Should I even answer? What does he want to apologize? Too late for that now huh? You answer the phone, even though you have every reason not to, but you just have a feeling you should.

“What” you answer coldly, you felt a bit bad for it but what does he expect after leaving you alone like that?

“I-I’m at the restaurant” he says in sort of a fake enthusiastic way “steak at seven, remember?” He says almost as if he’s trying to convince himself that you did in fact make plans. You cannot believe him, it is two days after the actual date you had set. 

“Yeah, I ate steak all by myself two days ago, thanks a lot” you retorted back.

“W-what I thought we said Friday, today” he answers back quickly, almost in a desperate plea.

“Steven, it is Sunday”

“No…no, that can’t be, I still think Friday comes after Thursday, doesn’t it?” 

“Look if this is some joke or something I am not buying it, lose my numb-” he cuts you off quickly.

“No, no, no w-wait, y/n. please I’m sorry can you just- can you just please come” he rushes desperately, making you halt your hand that was about to swiftly hang up. 

“Please I-I will pay for everything, I must have lost track of time I really want to see you” he admits, this makes you question. He genuinely sounds confused, you almost feel bad for him, and his begging is making you want to hop right out of bed and get ready. After a moment of silence you answer him back. 

“Okay Steven, I will see you there in thirty minutes” you reply more calmly and hang up. You quickly jump out of bed to apply some quick makeup because even though you said you were done with him, you can’t help but want to impress him with your looks. You also grab the red dress you had worn the previous night he stood you up and the heels to match. The dress was spaghetti strap, and had a deep plunging neck-line that one swift and rough move would cause one of your boobs to pop out. After applying the dress and heels, you look in your mirror and quickly realize your hair is a mess, so you quickly fix it as best as you can because frankly, you are in a rush. You can’t help the bubbly excitement you feel about seeing him again, even though you shouldn’t. So you grab your phone, purse, and keys to your apartment and leave with a slam at the door. 

When you arrive, you are directed to your seat, heels clicking on your way. You look up from the ground and spot Steven, and he spots you. You can tell he can’t help the big smile that comes across his face when he sees you, a true, genuine smile, making you want to forgive him for what he did on Friday. You smile in return, nowhere near as big as his, but a genuine smile in return. Then he realizes something as his expression drops and quickly fumbles out the chair as you are within feet from the table and he runs to the other empty chair and slides it out all while looking at you. You laugh and thank him generously as you sit down in your chair and he sits back down in his. The two of you just sit in silence for a moment when you finally decide to speak up. 

“Well…you look handsome, Steven '' you say while staring directly at him. He is dressed up for your date, which you can tell he wanted to impress you as much as you wanted to impress him. You are usually the shy type of person, but when you know someones got the hots for you, you don’t hold back your inner thoughts. And by the way Steven is looking at you now, you know he certainly does. 

“T-thank you” he says with a bit of blush as he looks down, when he looks back up his eyes are not on your face anymore, they are staring at your dress. His eyes widen just a little bit and widen even more when he sees your cleavage, and at that his head snaps back up to your face as if jerking himself awake from slipping into a deep sleep. 

“You look stunning as well, y/n” you smile and proceed with conversation, pushing that slip up of his out of your mind. (Even though your plan with the dress had obviously worked its charm)

“So..why are we here on a Sunday and not Friday, Steven?” you question as you put your elbow on the table and hold your cheek in your hand. 

“Honestly..I’m not entirely sure..” he says looking down at his lap.

“I just..-I just lost track of time-or, or I just don’t remember what I was doing these past two days-I’m sorry I d-didn’t mean to leave you hangin y/n, I’m not all there these days, you see, I have a sleeping disorder-well- I’m not really sure-'' You listen to his rambling and how he genuinely thought today was Friday and not Sunday. You also listen about his sleeping disorder that he is also unsure of exactly why it happens. You're not sure how on earth someone could get their days of the week so confused, but you find yourself taking his excuse to heart, because it truly seems like he means what he is saying by the desperation and utter confusion in his eyes. 

“Steven” you say softly, but loud enough for him to hear you. He swiftly stops what he was saying and looks directly at you instead of finding something- anything - else to look at besides you. But now, you've almost demanded his full attention. 

“You don’t have to go any further, I forgive you, let's just enjoy our Sunday night instead of lingering on Friday night” you say as you smile at him reassuringly. At this, it's like a weight has been lifted off his chest as he takes a big deep breath and smiles in relief back at you. The moment was interrupted by the waiter asking if you two were finally ready to order drinks yet. You both order and continue talking. 

“So, Steven, tell me more about you” you say, which is a cliché thing to ask but, what else is there to talk about at this sort of awkward moment?

“Well-”

As the night continues, you learn more about each other. You learn Steven, ironically, is a vegan, so he ends up ordering a salad. A bit weird to say the least for asking you out for steak, but you shrug it off as he probably might have been thinking of your enjoyment more than his own. You also learn that he is a complete freak for Egyptian mythology, and you have always found it interesting, hell, you work as a tour guide for an Egyptian museum, but your interest is nothing compared to the passion Steven has for the subject. When you ask why on god's earth he isn’t a tour guide, he explains Donna, the boss you both share, does not have a liking for him. You watch as he rants on and on about the subject, shying away from your gaze after realizing he spilled his thoughts way too fast in such a short amount of time. You aren’t bothered by it, so you laugh. 

“It’s okay, I like how passionate you are about it, Donna is missing out, refusing to hire you is a crime.” you tell him bluntly and quite honestly, he smiles at you and laughs. 

“Well, I'm glad someone appreciates it,” you both laugh and continue talking. You learn he also lives in his “flat” (or in your words, apartment), that belongs to his mom. He also owns a goldfish with one fin named Gus, who he is quite fond of. He learns that you- probably being able to tell by your lack of accent -are from America. You explain how you wanted to live elsewhere, away from the familiarity of your boring home-town in America. He listens as you open up about family, friends, and your general ways of life and hobbies. You check every now and then if he’s still listening by looking into his eyes, and he is. Oh he certainly is, he's looking at you like a puppy, just happy to have your attention. He responds to you and asks genuine questions that make you feel elated that he is listening to you. It feels amazing. So, after you finish dinner you both are still talking. Walking in the same direction. You both share glances as the conversation flows, talking about each other's preferences and past times, you occasionally brush hands and Steven would subtly jolt at the sudden contact, such a sub. You guess you live closer because Steven still hasn’t indicated whether or not his flat is a different direction. 

“Steven, where is your apartment?” you laugh mid conversation. 

“Uhh, i-it was the other way, but I wanted to walk you to yours, I didn’t want to interrupt you I’m sorry” he says admittedly, you laugh at his nervousness. 

“No, it’s okay” you smile up at him, and he smiles down at you, he's not much taller than you but he still has a few inches on you. You near your apartment and you indicate this to him, he looks a bit sad that this wonderful night is coming to an end soon, and so are you, so when your apartment comes to view you start to walk slower. 

“I had fun with you tonight” you say, turning to look at him after the conversation went quiet for a bit. He turns to you and smiles that same big smile when he first saw you at the restaurant. You stop in front of the building that your apartment is in, Steven falling back from his step as well.

“I did too..Can-can I see you again y/n?” he stutters a bit asking you out, a lot more timidly then when he asked you out for steak the very first time. You both are acting like teenagers that have crushes on each other, and that's exactly how you feel. 

“Of course, I had fun with you tonight- wait - I just said that” you both laugh at your mistake loudly and you do a slight face palm at you repetition. Steven doesn’t take his eyes off you. After you both laugh off the mishap, you're both staring into each other's eyes. The tension is so thick. You both start to look down at each other's lips. Steven is looking at yours when his tongue comes out to wet his lips, subconsciously preparing his lips to kiss yours. You can’t continue to stare so-

“Can I kiss you?” you ask first, because a part of you knows he's not going to. He only responds with a slight nod, and you swiftly lean in. You're the first one to connect your lips together and it's one slow, single kiss. You both open your eyes to look at each other before you put your hand on the back of his curly hair and pull him back to you. It starts off slow, tender. Then he slowly, almost unsurely, wraps his arm around you while the other holds your face. That pushes you to deepen the kiss and subtly, almost subconsciously speed up. He leans more into you and you step back as he steps forward, towards your apartment building when he pulls away. Your head spinning with excitement. 

“So, I’ll see you at work tomorrow” he says, almost as a question, as you both slightly swaying at the sudden loss of contact. 

“Yup, you’ll definitely be seeing me” you retort back as you both say bye and “goodnight”. He watches as you enter your building, making sure you make it in, and when you turn to look back at him he waves shyly at you. You wave back, god he’s so sweet. 

You reach your apartment, still smiling from your encounter as you open the door. You get ready for bed and climb into your comforter. You fall asleep instead thinking about how much of a great night you had with Steven compared to two days ago. This time, letting sleep win with ease rather than overthinking thoughts. 

***

You and Steven had been seeing each other for about a month now. Every weekend since your first date you have spent with Steven. Not to mention the flirtatious glances at work and the small chit-chats in between your tours. However, sometimes he will disappear from work for a couple days, and when he returns he looks awfully tired, but somehow never tired of you. He has always had dark circles around his eyes, and one time he came back to work with a bruised up hand and a cut on his olive colored skin. When you asked about it, he stuttered severely over his words and gave the excuse that his sleeping disorder caused him to fall over and cut his arm on something, and he apparently “landed on his hand wrong” to explain the bruised knuckles. You weren’t buying the hand story, but the cut on his arm seemed minor and he didn’t seem like the type of guy to get in a fight, so you take his jumbled excuse with caution. 

It’s Friday, and you both have planned to go on a date to another restaurant. This one being more vegan friendly for him, and something new for you to try. You wore a short black dress, another form fitting dress, which somehow showed even more cleavage than before. You were on a mission tonight, and you wore your best black panties to make Steven crawl on his knees. You both have only kissed, and you could tell just kissing made Steven bright red, and painfully hard. Often, by the end of your kissing fits, he would be straining in his pants, but he is such a sweetheart he didn’t force anything on you. You would imagine him going home and touching himself to the thought of you, which gave you pride and made you tingle in a certain place. When you get to the restaurant, he is already there, as he always is. This time, as you're walking towards him he isn’t looking at your face. He's looking at your body. He swallows and you can see his adam's apple bob as he licks his lips. Horny much? You slide into the booth as he watches your every mood. After you get your food, you notice he has gone quiet, as you eat, he is looking down at a place his eyes shouldn’t be. You smirk at this. You slowly lift your foot to gently rub up and down his calf. This causes his eyes to shoot up to yours, you smirk at his surprised look. 

“Wha-” he begins to say but gets slightly choked up. You are slowly making slow, steady movements along his leg with your heeled foot. He's getting flustered. You both are sitting in a booth in the very back corner of the bustling restaurant, so any engagements underneath the table won’t be noticed, so, you get a little bit more bold. You notice he goes for his drink and as he raises it to his lips you quickly but gently place your heeled foot against his crotch. He is hard as steel right now. As soon as your foot makes contact he jumps and spills a bit of his water on the table and his chest as it was at his lips. You smile evilly at the reaction you got from him, he swiftly puts his drink down and goes for a napkin-your foot still at the straining in his pants- and wipes the mess he just made on himself and the table. After he gathers himself you take your foot off and he takes a deep breath and looks at you with needy eyes. Keep looking at me like that. You think to yourself, you can not wait to get out of here. 

After dinner, you both walk hand in hand. There is an intense silence between you two, because someone is still recovering from your engagement at the restaurant. 

“Steven” you call in a questionnaire tone. 

“Hmm?” he responds bluntly, cat got your tongue?

“Can we go to your apartment?” you ask in a seductive tone, his heart stops at this, because after what you pulled tonight, he knows exactly what you want. 

“A-are you sure?” he asks, you know he is blushing even though you can’t see perfectly in the moonlight. 

“Yes, I’d love to meet Gus” you retort 

“Of course, he’ll love you” he says in an enthusiastic tone. Gus is getting a show tonight. 

You get to his apartment door as you both are talking about some random topic. He interrupts himself. 

“Uhm.. my apartment isn’t the cleanest” he says nervously, letting out a breathy laugh.

“It's okay, it can’t be that bad” you say, at least you hope it's not that bad. He opens the door and you step inside first and take everything in. It's not dirty, it's disheveled, just like him. There are mounds of books everywhere, papers scattered everywhere as well. You're never running out of things to look at. It's a big contrast to your minimalist apartment, but in a way, you love it, because it represents him perfectly. Most noteworthy however is the large patch of sand that encircles his bed. Actually, retracting that statement, the most noteworthy thing is the ankle restraint on his bed frame that sits hanging from his bed. Okay Steven, this is how you like it? Steven is in the background of your intake of his apartment trying to somehow clean the scattered papers and organize them a little bit so it startles him a bit when you call his name. 

“Steven” you say about to ask him a question. 

“Yes” he comes over to you when he realizes what you're staring at. His eyes go impossibly wide. 

“Oh!” he exclaims loudly, like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't be.

“That's um- you see its- its for my sleeping disorder and I kinda need it or I’ll go somewhere when I’m asleep” you just stare at him on his ramble walking closer to him. 

“That's why I had that cut on me from falling” he states finally. You reach him and take his hand in yours. You are eye level with him now and you can tell his heart is doing somersaults by the look on his face, so flustered. You run your fingers through his hair and finally go in for a kiss. You kiss him painfully slowly, but when you deepen the kiss, he moans a little bit into your mouth. He grabs your face and you both start to walk to his bed, lips quickening their pace. He sits down next to you on the bed and you get up to straddle his lap. The sound your lips make moving together the only thing you can hear over the running water of Gus’s tank. He starts to take his suit jacket off as you fumble for his belt. After his suit jacket he takes off the shirt he has underneath as you watch. His biceps flex a bit while taking the clothing off and you stare down at his abs. You weren't expecting sweet Steven to have a body like this. You run your fingers over his bare chest as you look at his muscles. He stares at your hands gliding along his skin and back up at your face. His lips attach to your neck as he starts to kiss and suck just below your jaw. The sudden action makes you let out a breathy moan. You hold his shoulders as he makes his way down to your chest, you grind your hips once and he pulls back and looks at you. His eyes are different. They’re darker and more hooded. Steven is beyond fucked right now. You stand up and he takes this opportunity to remove his pants and shoes. You remove your heels while he does this and when he looks back up at you, you begin to slowly remove your dress. You take one strap off at a time while looking him dead in the eyes. You hold the dress for a moment right where he’s yearning to see. You drop your hands and let the dress fall from your chest as you shimmy out of the dress. He parts his lips a little bit and whimpers as he takes in the view. 

“Y/n you are so beautiful” he stares from your bare chest, down to your stomach, and finally at the black lacey pair of panties you had on. You smirk while you look down at his dick straining in his underwear and it is beyond hard, just as you expected. You walk over to him and straddle him again and start your attack on his lips again. You whisper in his ear. 

“Can I use that ankle restraint on you?” you ask him and all he can do is nod. He would let you do just about anything to him with no questions asked. You grabbed the restraint and locked his right ankle into place. You push him on his back and grind down on his dick through the fabric and he lets out a small groan. He places his hands on your hips and guides them back and forth on it as you watch his face as it contorts into pure neediness. Your needy clit is being stroked perfectly like this, making electric shocks run through your body. He's so needy that he could probably get off to you grinding on him the way you are now. He opens his eyes when you reach down and feel his dick through the cloth. He is certainly not small. The fabric is soaked with precum. You reach your hand underneath the band of his underwear and palm his dick in your hand as you bite your lip when he lets out a moan that makes you wetter than you previously were. You slide the article of clothing down slightly and he lifts himself up to fully take them off. His length is standing straight up, flush against his stomach. He whimpers and chokes up. 

“Can you sit on my face, please y/n” he is pleading. Almost begging as if you were to say no. You scoot up towards him and he grabs your hips when you were hesitant to sit completely on his face. Your clothed cunt sits on his nose as he looks up and down your body while stroking your thighs with both of his hands. 

“You look so pretty, fuck” he says muffled. He lifts your hips a bit so he can see your entrance as he moves your panties to the side. When he sees your soaked cunt he moans out loud and slips one of his hands over to start rubbing slowly on your clit. You look down at his hand moving slowly around your nerve as he watches you moan at his touch. He speeds up a little bit when you part your lips, you look at him right in the eyes. You sigh out loud when he removes his fingers and replaces them with his mouth. He kisses your folds slowly, his eyes flickered down enjoying the pleasure he's giving you. He darts his tongue out and starts to circle his tongue teasingly against your clit. You grab a fistful of his curls and tug, making him go faster. 

“Mmm, yes Steven '' you say as you grind your hips further into his face. He grips your ass with both hands so hard it might be as bruised as his knuckles were at work. He starts to suck at your clit causing your moans to get louder, getting closer to losing yourself right then and there. One of his hands goes missing from your ass and you start to hear a sloppy sound. You smirk as you realize what he’s doing. 

“You touching yourself to me Steven?” you ask teasingly, his only response is a deep moan against your clit sending vibrations throughout you. Your free hand that isn’t in his hair goes back and moves his hand out of the way so you can stroke him yourself. You both let out a low hum. He is starting to get more needy with his moans against your cunt, yours as well, and you hear the ankle restraint tug at the bed frame as his leg started to rise from the bed but snapped back into place. You swing your leg over his face so you're facing his dick. He replaces his mouth on your wet cunt and starts to lick around your folds again while you continue to stroke his dick. His dick is dripping with precum. The tip is bright red and needy. So you lick around the tip collecting the precum that has spilled. He has to stop working on your cunt as he moans when you suck the tip of his dick into your mouth. You go down on his dick as he breathes heavily against your cunt. You deepthroat as much as you can while stroking the rest that can’t fit. He can barely keep going on your cunt because his pleasure is overwhelming, especially coming from you. 

“Y/n I can’t, I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop” you stop at that and flip yourself so that you're facing him. You scramble to get your lace panties off and throw them to the side. You're both completely naked, staring at each other with lust. 

“You taste so good” he says after you kiss him tasting your own wetness on your tongue. You then line his dick up to your entrance teasing his tip inside your folds. He’s looking at you with hooded eyes, his lips soaked with your wetness, and his face flushed with extreme arousal. He is in need of it more than you, so you decide to tease him by only putting the tip in and slightly sliding down, making sure to not slide the whole thing in. He groans loudly and bucks his hips up for you and you gasp when his length goes almost all the way in. You decide to slide all the way down and he moans when the tip of his dick hits a spot deep inside you. You start to go up and down on his length slowly, painfully slow for him. You speed up when you wrap a hand around his neck, not tight, but applying slight pressure. He fills you up perfectly, and the pleasure it gives you makes your head spin. He throws his head back and grips your hips with all his strength trying to last for you. Your tits are bouncing in his face and the bed frame is starting to squeak and hit the wall as you rock faster on his length. 

“Fuck, y/n” he groans “p-please don’t stop-yes” he pleads as you start to go faster. You are barely handling yourself and you start to get sloppier with your movements and you moan loudly when he grabs both of your hips and starts to pound you from underneath. The ankle restraint can be heard repeatedly being tugged on as he moves his hips up into you. You wrap your hands in his hair as you moan in his ear, you start to see stars. Your orgasm is heavy and comes in waves. You moan so loud in Steven’s ear that he might complain about it later. But right now he doesn’t care. You are clenching around him as his moans become more frequent and you feel him twitch inside of you. You feel his cum spurt inside you as he moans your name and draws it out like it's a song. You fall on top of him and you both breathe heavily in each other's ear. You roll off of him and you both look at each other and smile. Steven leans down and takes the restraint off easily and turns back to you and lays down to kiss you again. You lay your head on his chest as he strokes your back with his fingers. 

“Steven” you ask as you look up at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“I never even got to meet Gus formally” you express, he laughs as you both look over to Gus. Poor Gus. 

“Gus, this is y/n” he says to him as the one finned fish turns and swims in the bright tank in the middle of the room. 

“Welp...hope he's alright with what he’s just seen” he states jokingly and you both laugh. Things go quiet for a bit when you notice his chest. 

“Can you tell me why you have scars on your chest?” you ask curiously, you didn’t want to bring it up earlier but there are scars on his chest, some look new too. You are able to see them more clearly now as the moonlight through the window illuminates them. He huffs at this, but relents. 

“You won’t believe me” he says back nervously. You look up at him and he thinks of a way to tell you, and in a stuttering, rambling mess of confusion, he tries to explain his life to you. About Marc, about the Egyptian God, and the mysterious third person that seems to also haunt his conscience.