Feb 2, 2025
That dom!eddie snippet made my brain go brrrrrr… “Oh, you like to watch, huh?” and proceeds to make reader watch while he destroys her in the ballet studio mirrors 😵💫😵💫😵💫
get OUT of my google notes.
NOW!
🔫
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Zambia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Philippines
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Yemen
seen from United States
That dom!eddie snippet made my brain go brrrrrr… “Oh, you like to watch, huh?” and proceeds to make reader watch while he destroys her in the ballet studio mirrors 😵💫😵💫😵💫
get OUT of my google notes.
NOW!
🔫
hellow, i’m officially done with school for the next year or so which means (if u haven’t already noticed) i’ve started to write 50 wips <3
so anyway, here’s a snippet of something im writing about dom!eddie who’s also a tattoo artist who just so happens to own a tattoo parlor that’s right next to a ballet studio which just so happens to be owned by ballet instructor!reader
18+ — MINORS DNI
It was a series of unfortunate events.
You had spent the last five years of your life building your ballet school from the ground up, but when your old studio was sold out from under you, you were forced to find a new home for your students.
It wasn’t easy. There weren’t many options for you to choose from and most buildings either needed an immense amount of work that your pockets couldn’t afford or were too far away and would inevitably cause you to lose students.
But then you stumbled on a dream. The new studio was perfect— freshly installed tiling, beautiful acoustics, and the fee to install the mirrors wasn’t all that bad— except for one small detail: the tattoo parlor next door.
For the months that you spent preparing the studio for your students, you were tormented with the constant buzz of needles and the faint scent of ink lingers in the air all day, mixing with the sharp fragrance of floor polish and irritation that comes with summer heat. It nearly drove you insane.
But what started as a nuisance soon flourished into something else entirely. The tattoo shop’s owner, a tall, inked-up man named Eddie, was there every morning, the storefront always open to the bustling world outside. Your first conversation had been brief— you introduced yourself, explained how you ended up here and he wished you a good start to your new building.
It wasn’t until a few months down the line that you finally caved and complained about the noise, telling him it was difficult to focus with the loud sounds from his shop and Eddie— surprisingly, since you had somewhat painted him a villain in your mind— apologized and said he’d try to keep the noise down— “I can’t promise the same on the days I don’t work, though. My team tends to never listen to me.”
And so then you and Eddie formed a very nice, casual, and polite relationship. Something like a work relationship. A nice smile and wave in the morning, small and quick conversations about the week— and sometimes, he would get you a coffee and slide it on your desk while you’re busy with your morning class.
But as weeks passed, your casual exchanges became… something more— quick morning greetings turned into full blown conversations and free coffees turned into free lunches— “The deli down the street always gives me an extra sandwich.” And you almost think he’s lying about that, but he never really leaves you room to further pry about it. Lingering looks, shared laughs, and an unspoken connection grew deeper with each passing day.
But it started and ended at work— there on Blackburn Avenue where your ballet studio and his tattoo parlor share a sidewalk— and it never left. And you never expected it to be more— Eddie is more of a work crush anyway. You talk and flirt for the few hours that you share a wall, and when you go home you watch your reality TV shows, eat dinner, and think nothing of it.
But what the hell do you do when you walk into a BDSM club and see your work crush on a stage, knuckle’s deep in a pretty girl, with a bunch of strangers watching— including yourself?
What do you do when the pretty boy that owns the shop next to your studio is on a stage, whispering dirty praises in a girls ear and finger fucking her until her thighs shake? What do you do when you realize— oh fuck, I should probably leave since I actually know this guy and we’re kind of coworkers, but you stay like the idiot you are?
And what do you do when his pretty brown eyes (which look even dreamier when they’re blown out and dark with lust) glance up from the woman below him and just happen to immediately land on you?
What the fuck do you do?
living in a material world |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|
prompt: you have a new year's resolution to save money, and eddie is more than willing to help you. based off this no spend prompt idea
contains: minors dni. smut, smut, smut!!! dom/sub themes. everything is consensual. it's kinda soft!dom in a way?? not super bratty or super hard dom. dom!eddie / sub/brat!reader. spanking. alcohol. oral male and fem receiving. aftercare duh. language. shopaholic reader lol. they love each other and they're really kinky and horny.
word count: 8k+
New Years Eve, 1989
“What’re you doin’ out here?”
Arms folded over your chest, you stepped out onto the back patio of Steve Harrington’s home, the bitter chill of the night sending your body into a near shock. It was cold, so cold you were surprised it wasn’t snowing; too cold for Eddie to be sitting out in.
“Hi, baby,” Eddie mumbled, lips wrapped around the cigarette that hung loosely from his lips. A cloud of smoke exhaled with his words, the familiar burning of nicotine filling the air, luring you to him. “Just came out for a smoke.”
“Hm,” You hummed, slinking with careful dragging steps towards the metal lawn chair he was sitting in, hands sliding down his leather jacket, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. The effects of too many plastic flutes of champagne were starting to take their toll on you, leaving your head a little cloudy.
“Wondered where you went.” You sighed, carefully moving to stand between his legs.
Eddie’s free hand found your waist, sliding over the velvet of your little party dress- he’d told you that you didn’t have to dress up, that his friends wouldn’t care, but you insisted. It’s New Years Eve, Ed, you told him with an eye roll that had him swooning. He was glad you dressed up anyways, always a little treat for him to see you in pretty things like that.
“C’mere,” Eddie muttered, cigarette hanging loosely around his fingers, pulling you into his lap, grinning at how you squealed gently. “I know you gotta be freezing, sweetheart.”
You leaned into the warmth of his chest, head pressed into the crook of his neck, letting his arms wrap around you, holding you close. “How are you not cold?” You muttered, words starting to slur gently, eyelashes fluttering with sleep.
Eddie snickered around the smoke that rolled out of his nose. Such a lightweight, he’d tease, always poking fun at you for falling asleep the second a drop of alcohol hit your system.
“No, I’m fine- hey,” Eddie’s leg bounced, shaking you on his lap. “Gotta stay awake, baby, it’s not even midnight yet.”
“I am awake.” You scowled at him, tossing a glare and a pout his way, brows pinched in frustration. “I was just resting for a second.”
Eddie snorted, bumming his cigarette in the ashtray. “Right.” He scoffed, hands sliding down your tight clad legs, squeezing your thigh gently with affection. “C’mon, sleepy girl, still got an hour until midnight.”
Head tipping back to lay on his shoulder, your glazed eyes met Eddie’s, lashes batting up at him sweetly, a lazy smile on your face. Eddie’s heart swelled at the sight, your smile infectious, making his lips curl with you.
“What?” Eddie said around a smile he tried to swallow.
“You gonna kiss me at midnight, Munson?” He could smell the champagne on your breath, feel the warmth of it close to his skin.
“No, I think I’ll go for Jeff this year.” Eddie chided sarcastically, eyes rolling big and dramatic for show while his dimples creased in his cheeks. “Was that a real question?” He looked at you playfully.
“Jeff?” You giggled, sitting up straight. “Jeff’s my replacement?”
“Yeah, sorry, sweetheart.” Eddie shrugged playfully. “He just knows more about D&D, just knows the way to my heart.”
You shoved his shoulder, rolling your eyes with a grin that matched Eddie’s. “Of course I’m gonna kiss you at midnight.” Eddie shook his head lightly, hands finding your waist, pulling you back into his chest, nose pressing into your shoulder, leaving a tiny kiss that had you squealing with silly giggles.
“Might even take you up to one of Harrington’s guest rooms. Kiss all over you at midnight.” Eddie’s voice dropped to a low gravel, leaving you shivering with anticipation, his teeth grazing playfully, nipping at your shoulder.
“Stop,” Your cheeks burned, tingly with heat from the alcohol, from the way Eddie made your body rush with excitement. Eddie’s lips pressed against your shoulder again, hand on your tummy, pushing you back into him so he could kiss his way up your neck, leaving hot, wet kisses in his wake.
“Eddie,” Your groan was anything but convincing, teetering on a moan. “Stoooop.” Nasally and whiny, just how Eddie liked it.
“I’m not doing this out here.” You muttered, willing yourself to pull away, head tilting from his lips.
“Why not?” Eddie muttered, lips vibrating on your soft skin. “We’ve done it plenty of times outside before.”
“Yeah, but not when it’s twenty degrees outside.” You scoffed, his warm hand smoothing over your cold, tight clad legs. “Let’s go back inside. I’m freezin’.”
Eddie groaned when you stood, body absent of your touch, but your hand still in his, tugging him lazily out of the chair. “Fine,” Eddie’s chains jingled from his jeans, standing with a soft grunt. “But, hey, you gotta stay with me, alright?” His hand found yours, fingers intertwined, the metal of his rings cold against your skin.
“I wanna kiss you right at midnight. Gotta stay by me.” Eddie’s grasp pulled you into his side, squeezing your hip with affection as the two of you stepped back into the warmth of the party.
“Hey, hey, look, there he is,” Gareth greeted Eddie loudly, a hand thrown at him in emphasis. “See, ask him now- Robin! Ask him now!”
“Ask me what, Buckley?” Eddie rolled his eyes, reaching for the plastic cup of beer he’d set by the door.
“We’re talking about our resolutions.” Robin smirked, proudly, a little darkly. “And we wanna know what your resolution will be for this brand new decade? Hopefully a better taste in music?”
“That should be yours,” Eddie snided with a scoff over Steve’s bark of laughter. “And yours,” A finger jabbed into your shoulder. “Both of you have the worst fuckin’ taste in music I’ve ever heard.”
“Oh, says you-”
“-Yeah, Ed, that’s really bold coming from you. All your music is just loud.” You huffed, rolling your eyes big, for show. You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s brow quipped in warning. It made your spine tingle.
“Loud, yes.” Robin nodded. “That’s the best word to describe it. Just loud.”
“Well, yours is just bad.” Eddie scoffed. “Madonna?”
“Oh, please,” You laughed. “You love Madonna.”
Eddie’s lips tightened, pinks burning gently at the chorus of laughter his friends gave. The statement was a stretch, you knew it. Eddie liked that you liked it, and he especially liked when you’d sing for him in the van, silly and sweet.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough kids.” Steve rolled his eyes, voice raising over Robin’s and Eddie’s. “Let Munson speak.”
“I don’t have any resolutions.” Eddie shrugged. “I’m already perfect.”
“Boo!” Robin cupped her hands around her mouth, sound echoing over the music. “Come on!”
“I’m not participating in one of the stupidest societal pressures that have ever been created just because-”
“-Here we go,” Jeff muttered, eyes rolling dramatically next to you.
“-Fuck off, I’m right, alright? And you all know it’s stupid too. Over 90% of New Years resolutions fail, because they’re fucking unrealistic and stupid to begin with! I mean, you pick the middle of winter, after all these holidays to choose to get your life together? Fuck that.”
“You got him all riled up now, Rob.” You passed her a grin, shoulder bumping hers playfully as you went towards the coffee table for another drink.
“Hey, what about you?” Robin turned, leaning over the couch. “What’s your resolution?”
“Hm, I dunno.” Your lips twisted in thought, legs a little wobbly from the liquor, yet you still poured yourself more. “I think I’d like to stop buying so much stuff. Save my money for big purchases.”
“That was mine too.” Nancy nodded. “Stop buying things just because they’re cute. I have just piles of useless junk in my house because I thought it was cute. Now it just sits there.”
“Exactly.” You smiled. “I’m the same way with shoes. If I see a pair of shoes, I have to have them. It’s like all my senses leave me, and then I get home and I have an identical pair already there.”
“See? That’s a good one.” Robin looked over at Eddie pointedly. “Not all resolutions are stupid, Munson, your girl has a great one.”
“Yeah, can’t argue with that.” Eddie’s tongue ran down the side of his cheek, shrugging lightly, though his eyes stayed dark, rolling over your frame the same way he did when he was thinking of a punishment or a new something to try in the bedroom. You didn’t bring it up and neither did he.
New Years Day, 1990
The New Year rang in quickly, filled with liquor soaked cheers and a rather sloppy kiss on Steve’s couch from Eddie. His ringed hands cupped around your cheeks, pulling you in, uncaring of the ones around you. It left you giggling, nose brushing his, chest spilling over with heat like a froth of champagne bubbles.
The night was uneventful after that. You’d said your goodbyes to your friends with silly, well wishes for the New Year. Eddie got you in the van, hand on your thigh as he drove carefully through the backwoods towards the trailer, eyes peeled for any cops. You’d nodded off twice, a gentle shake to your thigh waking you with a frown, giving Eddie a sleepy, drunken growl of, “‘M awake.”
The next morning, when you woke with a slight headache and an incredibly dry mouth, Eddie had two aspirins already beside your bed with a glass of water. Your makeup had been washed off, your party dress swapped for an old, worn t-shirt, and Eddie next to you, his arm lazily thrown over your waist.
You thanked him by palming him through his boxers, straddling him and pressing warm, gentle kisses down his neck until he woke up, grinning with sleep lines still creased into his cheeks, eyes half lidded with sleep, but his hands on your waist, bunching up your t-shirt. You started your first day of the New Year in your favorite fashion- pressed to the mattress, nails digging and scratching down Eddie’s shoulders and spine while his hips snapped furiously into yours.
“Hey,” Eddie muttered, chest still covered in a soft sheen of sweat, propped against the pillows piled on the head board.
“Hey,” Your giggled floated back towards him, the sun shining through the slotted blinds, illuminating over your features.
“I’ve been thinkin’ about what you said last night.” Eddie hummed.
Your face fell, blinking blankly at him. Fuck, what had you said last night? The night was a little hazy, liquor soaked, and blurry.
“Nothin’ bad, baby.” Eddie could read you easily, too easily sometimes. “I meant about your resolution.”
“Oh,” Your shoulders fell gently, relaxing at his words. “Yeah, what about it?”
“I was just thinking,” Eddie groaned lightly, sitting up. “If you were serious about that, maybe, I dunno, maybe I could help you out with it.”
“Help me?” You grinned, pulling the crew neck over your head.
“Yeah, help you.” Eddie’s lips twitched in a grin, eyes trailing your ass as you bent over, shimmying your panties on. “Help you keep it.”
“How would you do that, hm? Lock my bank card up? Take away my piggy bank?” You teased lightly, rummaging through your drawers for your pants.
“Somethin’ like that.” Eddie hummed, head lolling to the side lazily. “I was thinkin’ more like, you break your resolution, I get to punish you how I like.”
Your spine straightened at his words, that familiar icy rigidness flooding your system. “What?” A squeak of a response that left Eddie grinning.
“Y’know, just as an incentive, or- well, maybe more as a deterrent to keep you from breaking your resolution.” Eddie’s hands twitched under the covers, excitement coursing through his system. “Make it a little fun, don’t you think?”
“Doesn’t seem all that fun.” You muttered, brows creasing. “Sounds like you get to have all the fun, just waiting for me to mess up.”
“No, no, hey- c’mon, baby.” Eddie sat up, shaking his head gently. “‘S not like that. I just- I thought it would be fun. Thought you might like that.”
Your fingers tugged and pulled at the sweatpant strings in your hand. It did sound fun, exciting, at least, but you didn’t want him to know exactly how eager you were.
“What do I get as a reward?” You countered, eyes narrowing gently, lips twisting and pursing. “I mean, if I break it, I get punished. But what if I don’t break it? What’s in it for me?”
Eddie snorted lightly, chest rising sharply with a laugh. “Well, I mean, you don’t break your resolution for one.” He said pointedly. “But, fine, for every week you don’t break your resolution, you can decide what you want your reward to be.”
“Hm, that’s a pretty good deal.” You hummed, lips twisted in exaggerated thought.
“Yeah? You wanna do it?” Eddie’s eyes lit up, wide with excitement.
“Before I agree,” You lifted your finger. “I want to clarify a few things.”
“Go for it.” Eddie nodded.
“This is only for silly purchases, like the shoes and the trinket things, ok? The impulse buys. If it’s a planned purchase, that doesn’t count.” You crossed your arms gently.
“Ok, I’ll agree to that, but you have to tell me if it’s a planned purchase ahead of time, alright? Can’t just buy something and go, oh, it’s a planned purchase! That’s not fair.” Eddie mocked your voice, face scrunching in exaggeration.
“One, I don’t sound like that.” You frowned, leaving Eddie snickering. “Two, fine. I’ll agree to that.”
“Sound like a deal?” Eddie’s brow lifted. You nodded. “Gotta shake my hand, baby, seal the deal.”
You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, walking towards the bed, your hand slipping in his extended one, giving it a firm shake, before Eddie’s grasp held on tighter, pulling you towards him and onto the bed. He wrapped his arms tight around you, grinning at your squeals and shrills of giggles, pressing his nose into your cheek, peppering your face with kisses.
January 16th, 1990
The first week had been a breeze.
The first two days of the brand new year were spent mostly in bed with Eddie, cleaning around the trailer, revitalized for what opportunities the new year would bring. An exhausting return to work came quicker than both of you would have wanted, mixing with the sun setting at six o’clock, you’d blame your deterrent of spending on the frigid weather and your own exhaustion.
However, that didn’t stop you from claiming your reward that Sunday. An hour and a half spent sitting on Eddie’s face until you nearly cried from pleasure, collapsing in a boneless pile next to him. Your favorite reward, and one he was more than happy to give you.
The next week, it was more difficult. Especially when the boutiques around the downtown square, that you’d pass on your way to work, started to put up their winter clearance. When the pair of boots you’d been eyeing forever were finally marked half off. And they were so cute. You told yourself you’d just go by and look when you got off, just a peek.
Luckily, your size was sold by the time you got there after your shift. Divine intervention, maybe. The universe telling you to stick to your resolution, that you don't need more shoes.
Your Sunday reward wasn’t as sweet as it was the time before.
The itch began after that, growing and gnawing at you. The shop windows you used to adore looking in now taunted you, reminded you of what you couldn’t have with every handbag, sweater, scarf, shoe, anything.
“Hey, you wanna go to the mall when I get off?” Eddie hummed, pulling you away from your magazine.
You thought flipping through a Vogue might settle some of your desire to buy something, seeing the obnoxiously outrageous prices- so far, it was only making it worse. All you could think about was how Shonda’s Shoes had an identical looking pair of knock off Jimmy Choos that were going to be the rage this spring.
“Yes,” Your eyes lit up, snapping the glossy pages shut.
Eddie’s brows lifted playfully, disappearing under his curly bangs. “Wow, that’s pretty eager. You don’t even know what it’s for. What if it’s something terrible?”
“At the mall?” You snorted lightly. “What’s terrible at the mall?”
Eddie shrugged lightly, slurping down the last of his coffee, putting the mug in the sink. “I dunno, I’m sure there’s somethin’ shitty in there, but I need to go to the music store. Get a couple more guitar picks. I keep losin’ them.”
“You keep throwing them after your shows.” You gave him a pointed look. It was true, the more popular Eddie’s shows had become at the small town dive bars, the more daring and eager he got on stage, really putting on a performance, and always tossing his guitar picks towards the drunken, middle aged women who danced by the stage his entire set.
“Aw, don’t be jealous, baby.” Eddie cooed mockingly, arms wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you back into his chest. “I’ll throw one to you next time.” His lips buzzed against your cheek, stubble tickling your skin as you squealed with giggles.
Four o’clock couldn’t come quick enough. Eddie had only worked a half shift, much to your pleasure.
“You’re already ready?” Eddie grinned, dropping his keys on the entryway table when he walked in.
“Yeah, you said four.” You twisted your watch band around, looking at the face. “It’s four-fifteen.”
“I know, baby, I’m just messin’ with ya.” Eddie’s brows furrowed, quipped with questioning, eyes flickering back over to yours. “‘M just gonna shower real quick. Change my clothes and we can go.”
Your shoulders tightened, annoyance rolling over your frame that you tried to contain. “Alright.” You muttered, trudging behind Eddie towards the living room, plopping on the couch while he started down the hallway.
A ringed hand caught on the doorframe, Eddie leaning back to look at you fully. Your lips pressed out in a pout, arms crossed over your sweater, staring boredly at the television that wasn’t turned on.
“Hey,” Your head snapped, turning towards Eddie. “You alright?” He frowned, head tilting the side gently.
“I’m good.” You replied, too monotone for Eddie to get a real read, though it felt off. You felt off.
Did he forget something? Say something? It wasn’t an anniversary, and it was just a Tuesday- not typical for a date night. Why were you being weird?
Eddie decided against asking you that, when he emerged from the shower with clean, non-work clothes on, ready to go. Your mood had changed, entirely, bright eyed and bubbly from the moment he grabbed his keys.
It was such a one-eighty that it left Eddie’s head spinning a little. Maybe he’d looked too much into it, maybe he was off. It had to be him, strolling through the mall with you, hand in hand, while you chatted aimlessly about your day, and meaningless gossip you’d heard from your friends.
“Oh, look,” You gawked, hand tugging Eddie’s, pulling him off his path and jolting him to where you’d stopped. “Bakers are having a sale.”
“Baby,” Eddie laughed lightly, lips curling gently. “C’mon.”
“What?” You frowned, looking over at him.
Eddie blinked, a scoff of a laugh leaving his lips. “Sweetheart, c’mon,” His hand tugged at yours, stepping away. “You know our agreement.”
“What agreement?” You snapped much louder than he would have liked, pulling the attention of a couple passing by when you yanked your hand out of his grasp. “I can’t go to the store I want to go to?”
“Stop it,” Eddie hissed, cheeks burning at your sudden change of mood. “You know what I’m talkin’ about, alright? It’s your resolution, and you know our deal.” His voice dropped, crowding in close to you.
“So I-I can’t even look?” Your lips were beginning to tighten, to fall in a straight line that Eddie knew far too well.
“If you want to look and torture yourself, fine,” Eddie huffed. “But I know you’re going to want to buy something.”
“No, I’m not.” You grumbled, stubbornly, glaring at him. “I just want to look.”
“Fine,” Eddie shrugged, his shoulders loosening but his jaw still clenched tight. “Let’s go look. Just look.”
“I know, Ed,” You snapped, shrugging the hand he placed on your shoulder off with a huff. “You don’t have to be such an ass about it.”
Eddie didn’t respond, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek instead. You looked back, eyes rounded gently in question, the same look you always gave him when you were testing his limits, pushing him to see if you’d accidentally pushed too far this time.
After the third look back, Eddie relented, his hand finding the small of your back, hesitantly at first, closing in the space. “Hey, look at me for a second,” Eddie muttered, his hand sliding over your cheek, your eyes rolling up to meet his gaze.
“I’m not trying to be an ass. I’m just tryna help you out.”
“I know,” You muttered, your own shoulders flailing in defeat. “I just- I just wanted to look.”
“Alright,” Eddie nodded, thumb swiping over your cheek bone gently. “Look as much as you want. Just- Let’s not fight. I don’t wanna fight with you tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”
“Me too.” You admitted, though you felt you both had slightly different reasonings for the excitement. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. I’m sorry, too. I wasn’t trying to be a controlling dick.”
“I know.” You hummed, chin ducking forward, stealing a quick kiss that had Eddie’s cheeks pinkening.
Your hand found his again, squeezing it gently. “Let me just look one more place, and we can go. I just want to see if they got in anything new.”
Eddie followed you wordlessly, contently letting you drag him down the next aisle. He didn’t say anything, no protests when you picked up the newest arrival, a red leather, pointed toe heel that was sure to be the next big thing, or so the sales associate told you.
He didn’t say a word even when you tried it on, modeling it in the mirror for yourself, lip tucking between your teeth, twisting your foot around to look at it through every angle. Even when the sales associate was schmoozing you, telling you how they were made just for you, and Eddie could see you swaying.
He sat wordlessly, watching you through the mirror.
Eddie didn’t say a word, not even when you gave him your best, sweetest, pleading eyes.
When the two of you left the store, empty handed, it was your turn to sit wordlessly, a little sulky and petulantly while you followed Eddie to the music store.
January 19th, 1990
“So you’ll meet me there?” Eddie’s voice rang through the other end of the line, the phone cradled to your ear.
“Yes, baby,” You hummed sweetly. “I just gotta change when I get off, and Robin’s gonna pick me up. I’ll be there before you go on. Promise.”
“Alright, sorry, I just- I’m excited.” Eddie admitted over the phone, and you could practically see his knee bouncing. “We’re playing Friday and Saturday night? It’s fuckin’ amazing.”
“Yeah, it is.” You giggled gently. “I’m proud of you, Ed, you’ve worked hard for it.”
“Thanks.” Eddie muttered, nearly boyishly. “I can’t wait to see you.”
“I can’t wait to see you either.” You whispered, hand cupping the receiver close to you. “I have to go, but I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight, sweetheart. Love you.”
“Love you, Ed.” You muttered, a familiar tingly rush of heat swelling in your chest, phone clicking on the connection point, your nails drumming over the hard shell of the phone in thought.
The guilt settled in your stomach, heavier than it was this morning when you’d left. Kissing Eddie goodbye, muttering something about having to be at work an hour early, the lie smoothly falling from your lips and he was none the wiser.
Since Tuesday, you’d developed something worse than buyer’s remorse- not buying remorse, maybe? Regret? Complete and utter irritation and infatuation with the shoes that you couldn’t buy. And why couldn’t you buy them? Because of some stupid resolution? Eddie was right, New Year's resolutions were stupid.
You’d thought about it, at least, waited and really thought about it. You had even looked through your closet and you didn’t have any like those shoes- sure, you had leather, and red shoes, but not leather, red heels. These were different, you didn’t buy them on an impulse, so in a way, you’d followed through a little on your resolution. Right?
That’s what you told yourself anyways, swiping your card with an adrenaline rush far too heavy for just buying shoes. Your eyes lighting with excitement, clutching the bag with a white knuckled grip and giving the cashier a wild and wide smile.
You’d gotten what you wanted, held it tight on the walk back to work, but the feeling in your stomach didn’t settle. There was no instant satisfaction, no momentary happiness like what usually came with your small meaningless purchases. This time, you still felt… unsettled. Even more guilty when you slipped them on later that night, the finishing touch to your planned outfit.
“Hey,” Robin greeted, waving through the open window of the passenger’s seat in her date’s car. “Look who’s actually on time.”
You rolled your eyes, pulling at the door handle. “You and Ed act like I’m always late.” You snorted, sliding into the leather seats.
“You are always late.” Robin laughed.
“Now you really sound like Ed.” You muttered, setting your small clutch beside you while Robin laughed.
The Hideout was already beginning to crowd when you arrived, filling with familiar and new faces, all gathered around the bar and tables, drinks in hand, waiting for the band to start up. You were shocked to see your table at the front was still available, heart swelling when you saw a small sign placed there that read, ‘Reserved for the Band’ in Eddie’s handwriting.
“Here you go,” Robin passed you a plastic cup, sliding into the high top chair next to you. “Vodka cran for the number one groupie.”
You scoffed, muttering a thank you, lips wrapping around the small black straw. “I love your shoes.” Samantha, Robin’s date, smiled, passing by you to sit by Robin.
Your heart skipped, dropping in slight fear, forcing a smile that felt more like a grimace. “Thank you.” You nodded.
Robin looked under the table, examining your shoes for herself. “Those are cute. Are they new?”
“No,” You lied easily, a little too rigid for your own liking, but they seemed to buy it. “I got them last summer.” You waved lightly.
“They’re so cute.” Samantha smiled. “They look just like some I saw at Baker’s, and I almost got them but they didn’t have my size-”
“-Hey,” You jumped at the ringed hand on your shoulder, a flash of curls in your peripheral before Eddie was in front of you.
“Hey.” You swallowed, grinning up at him. “What are you doing-”
“- We’re about to go on, but I saw you and just wanted to say hi.” Eddie admitted, a little boyishness in his tone, in his smile, that made you swoon.
“Hi,” You giggled, leaning towards him. “Good luck.”
“Thanks, baby.” Eddie’s lips found yours, capturing you in a kiss, his fingertips pressed lightly under your jaw.
“Ed!”
Gareth’s annoyed bark pulled both of you apart, Eddie rolling his eyes. “I gotta go. I’ll see you after the show.” His eyes rolled over your frame as you stilled, bracing yourself for that furious look of shock in his eyes when he looked at your feet. It never came.
“You look good, baby.” Eddie winked playfully, nodding at Robin and her date before he ran back onto the small wooden stage.
You could feel your shoulders relax, ducking your feet back under the bar table with satisfaction. He hadn’t noticed, you knew he wouldn’t, but you couldn’t believe he actually didn’t. You felt smug, sipping on your drink, downing the liquor with the guilt finally being replaced with satisfaction.
***
“You sounded sooo good.” Arms wrapped around Eddie’s neck, the two of you swayed next to the bar chairs while Eddie waited for his beer.
“Thank you, baby.” Eddie laughed through a dimpled grin, his hand on your waist, holding you against him in case you fell- again.
“Everyone loved it.” You hummed, running a manicured finger down the side of his face, over his damp hair line. “They fucking loved you.”
“Yeah?” Eddie grinned, brows lifting in humor. He liked when you’d get drunk and silly like this, overly and smothering with affection. “How’d you like it though, hm? I only care about what you think. You’re the most important one, you know that.”
Your giggly smile made his heart swell, leaning back to look at him, lips twisting dramatically in thought. “Hmm, what did I think?” You tapped a finger playfully to your chin.
“I think-”
“-Watch out.” Eddie grabbed at your wrist, trying to still you as you took a wobbly, wide step backwards into the path of the bus boy, stumbling into them, the empty drink he was trying to return falling from between his stacked fingers and right onto your shoes.
“Shit!”
“Oh no.” You frowned gently, chin dropping to your chest, looking at the melted ice and liquor that darkened the leather of your shoes.
“Sorry, man, she didn’t see you. I got it.” Eddie apologized quickly, picking the plastic cup up, shooting the teenager a look of apology. “I’ll clean it up. Sorry.”
Eddie snatched the stack of napkins off the bar, dropping to mop up the small puddle by your feet. “‘M sorry. I didn’t even see him, Ed.” You mumbled, voice starting to shake with emotions, a warning of tears, drunk and emotional.
“It’s alright. Don’t cry, sweetheart. Shit gets dropped here all the time.” Eddie’s hand rubbed over your calf gently, squeezing it to soothe you. “Did it get in your shoe? Or just the outside?”
“No, they’re gonna be ruined.” Your slurred whine made him cringe, ducking back just in time to miss your swinging foot raise up, snatching the shoe off.
“Baby,” Eddie hissed, pulling at your dress to keep it down. “Hey, c’mon, don’t cry. Just let me close out-”
“-No, they’re ruined.” You sniffled, eyes shining with tears, scrubbing and dabbing with the cheap paper napkins at the soaked leather. “I just bought these and they’re already stained, and it's not gonna come out.”
Eddie stilled, eyes flickering from you to the shoe in your hand, narrowing when he realized what exactly was in your hand. It was the same heels from earlier this week, red and leather and with a pointed toe, and now in your possession. He knew he recognized them, knew something about them looked familiar when he saw you in them- when he saw how good your legs looked in them.
“Ed-Eddie,” You sniffled wetly around a hiccup, lip jutted in a far pout, looking up at him with glazed eyes.
“C’mon,” Eddie nodded, grabbing your coat off the back of the bar stool. “I’ll fix them back at home.” His heavy arms were around your frame, guiding you carefully through the broken pavement back to the van while you babbled and sniffled, teary eyed and turned into his chest.
Back at the trailer, he’d managed to get you into the bed before you’d collapsed, drunk and exhausted. The routine was nearly identical to the one just a few days before on New Years Eve; taking off your makeup, swapping out your little party dress for one of his tee shirts, two Advils and a large glass of water on the bedside table.
Only this time, he didn’t toss your shoes in the closet, onto the piles under your clothes with the others. No, this time, he sat them right on the dining room table. He had managed to find the receipt in the trash, skillfully placed under a wad of paper towels that you’d tried to use to mask it. Eddie placed it next to the shoes, leaving them both for you to find in the morning.
January 20th, 1990
“Ed,” Your groggy voice made its way into the kitchen before you did, hoarse from the liquor and singing from the night before. “Did you make any coffee? Please tell me you made some.”
“It’s in the kitchen, baby.” Eddie replied smoothly, eyes still on the screen of the TV. “I kept the pot on for you. Should still be warm.”
Your feet shuffled over the carpet, knuckling at your eyes. The muffled screech of guitars left you wincing, even at the low volume Eddie had the TV on while he watched his Saturday morning MTV show.
“Did you eat, Ed?” Your heart swelled, seeing the mug he’d left out for you next to the pot- your favorite mug.
“Hm?” Eddie grunted back.
“Did you eat?” Your head strained with an ache at the rise in your tone, thumb pressing between your brows to alleviate the pressure. “Or do you want me to make you something? Or we could-”
Words strangled in your throat, you nearly dropped the mug onto the tiled floor of the kitchen when you turned. There on the kitchen table, your new shoes next to a neatly laid out receipt.
“Could what?” Eddie said lightly, standing from the couch and turning to see you, wide eyed when your gaze met his.
“Oh, yeah, forgot about those.” Eddie reached for the remote, muting the volume. “You know, when you told me they were new shoes, I thought maybe you were just a little confused and drunk.”
His footsteps seemed heavier, louder and more menacing, sending a shockwave of adrenaline and ache right to your core the closer he got. “Then when I got you home, I realized those were the shoes from the mall.” Eddie stopped in front of you, hands resting on the back of the kitchen chair, looking down at you from the slope of his nose.
“I thought there was no way, no possible way, you went back and bought those, but then, I looked in the trash and you know what I found?” Eddie tilted his head to the side, mockingly. You could only blink, tongue too thick in your own mouth to reply.
Eddie’s pointer and middle finger fell onto the receipt, pushing it towards you, sliding it across the wood table. “Read the date on there for me, baby.”
“Ed-”
“-Read it for me.” Eddie’s voice boomed, oozing with authority that had you pulsing between the legs, heart skipping at the same beat.
Eyes cutting down, your teeth pulled at your bottom lip, eyeing the date printed boldly under the store’s name. “January nineteenth.” It was mumbled, nearly inaudible, and you refused to meet his gaze. You couldn’t, but you knew how he was looking at you. Eyes narrowed with a hard glare that felt nearly challenging.
“January nineteenth,” Eddie repeated slowly. “Yesterday. You- hey, look at me- You went back to the store and got them?”
The intensity of his gaze left you feeling vulnerable, like you were see through, squirming and shifting from foot to foot. “I-I just- I just wanted them.”
“You wanted them?” Eddie lifted a brow. “Baby, you agreed to the resolution thing-”
“-I know I did, Ed.” You snapped with a huff that teetered on bratty, throwing in an eye roll that had Eddie’s grip tightening on the back of the chair.
“But, I didn’t, I didn’t buy them right then! I went home and made sure I didn’t have any like them, and I didn’t, so that’s not really breaking it entirely.” You countered, lip jutted lightly in a pout, eyes rounding up at him sweetly- hopefully sweet enough that you’d melt his heart, get him to agree with you.
“We had an agreement,” Eddie’s fingers tapped on the wood of the chair. “If you wanted them, you could’ve told me, baby. Not snuck around and bought them. You knew what you were doing.”
Your shoulders fell with a sharp sigh of defeat. “It’s stupid.” You muttered. “You were right. Resolutions are so pointless.”
“I know,” Eddie snorted with a laugh. “But we still had a deal, baby, and you broke your deal.”
“Ed, come on-”
“-No, no, no, you were more than happy to accept your rewards. Now you gotta face the music, baby. Gotta take your punishment.” Eddie shrugged lightly, giving you a big sigh for show, like there was nothing he could do about it. It made you furious, even more so when you could feel your tummy erupting in thrilling butterflied.
The wood chair screeched across the linoleum floors when Eddie tugged it back, wide enough for him to slip in it, legs spread wide. “Come on over,” His hand patted his right thigh. “I won’t go too hard on you, I promise.”
Your cheeks burned, hot with embarrassed heat- embarrassed at the punishment or the fact that you were so excited to be punished, you weren’t sure. Hesitantly, you folded over his thigh, hands bracing yourself on his thigh, grabbing at the wooden leg of the chair while Eddie guided you over his knee.
Eddie’s hand smoothed over your ass, bunching the cotton of your panties between his fingers, grinning when you whined, tensing at the anticipation of the first spank. “Relax, baby,” Eddie hummed, squeezing your left cheek, teasing. “You knew this was coming.”
“Stooop,” A nasally whine left your throat before you could stop yourself, already beginning to squirm. “Don’t be mean to me.”
“Mean?” Eddie scoffed playfully, brows lifting. “I’m not being mean. Not yet, anyways.”
You huffed at his words, the air barely leaving your lips before it was sucked back in, a shocked gasp when Eddie’s hand fell without warning, hard against your left ass cheek.
“I could have been mean last night,” Eddie’s tone cut, his hand slamming down in sharp, thundering smacks that left you gasping, clawing at the wood of the chair. “Could have let your shoes get ruined.”
Your face twisted in distortion, the night before hazy. You barely remembered seeing Eddie after his set, the memory of the spilled drink flooding to you in liquor soaked waves. It was difficult to really recall with the assault Eddie’s hand was dishing out on your ass, your core aching with need, throbbing as you tried to wiggle your way to his knee.
“I cleaned your shoes off,” Three hard smacks that had you raising, pushing off the chair to lift off, Eddie’s hand shoving you back into place, holding you there by the small of your back.
“I made sure they didn’t stain, even after I found out you’d gone behind my back and bought them.”
“‘M sorry! Eddie, I-I’m sorry!” A panting cry tore from your chest, nose and throat burning with tears, wiggling to try and escape his assaults that rained down unrelenting. You had managed to wiggle your way onto his kneecap, aching clit pressed down and hips rolling to alleviate the needy throb. You hoped he wouldn’t notice. Or maybe that he would. Maybe then he’d get bored of punishing you and might fuck you instead.
“If I was really mean,” Eddie gritted, delivering a rather hard smack to the center of your bottom, mouth watering and cock straining with need, tented in his boxers. He knew you had to feel it, the same way he could feel your wetness on his bare thigh, seeping through your panties more and more with every roll of your hips.
“I’d make you return the shoes.” Eddie’s hand fell hard again to the same space, the pain and vibrations of his hit leaving you dizzy, mind numbing with pleasure, mouth lolling open and choking on cries- of pleasure or pain, you weren’t quite sure.
“Make you really learn your lesson then, hm?” Eddie growled, his voice gravelly with need, sending shivers of excitement trickling up your spine.
“Please,” You panted between a moan. “I’ve learned my lesson. I learned it. I’ll be good. I promise, Ed, I swear.”
Wet sniffles and clenched moans filled the kitchen, your hips still writing, desperate to dull the ache between your legs. Eddie’s finger traced over your puffy, pantie clothed lips, featherlight and teasing down your slit, pressing over the patch of wetness he felt at the front.
“Eddie, please,” Your whine came, nasally and pathetic.
“You ready to be good?” Eddie muttered, pad of his index finger pressing into your clit so you squealed. “Ready to be good for me? Do what I say?”
“Yes,” You nodded, blood rushing to your head, still tipped over his knee. “I’ll be good. I’m gonna be good.”
“Good.” Eddie clipped, pulling you up. You sat on his lap, just for a moment, blood rushing, head spinning from the mix of that sensation and your overwhelming desire. You barely had a moment to steady yourself before you were being stood up, shoved back to your knees on the kitchen floor.
“You wanna show me you’re sorry?” Eddie looked down at you from the chair, hips lifting to shove his boxers down, revealing his angry cock, leaking at the tip. You swallowed at the sight, thighs pressing together and squirming.
“Show me how sorry you are.” Eddie stroked himself, nodding at you.
Tongue running over your lips, your spine straightened, shuffling forward to take his length in your hand. Tongue flattening, your eyes were on Eddie’s, licking a long, wet stripe up the underside of his cock, tongue swirling around the head as you sucked it gently.
Eddie’s head fell back, hands finding your head, pushing you gently onto his length. It was something he normally didn’t do, he knew you didn’t like it, but when you were being punished, he’d do it. Just to hear you gag, toes curling and hips clenching to keep from bucking at the vibrations from the back of your throat.
“Thaaaat’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl.” Eddie groaned, eyes half lidded with ecstasy, watching your head bob up and down, eyes glistening with tears with every deep thrusting gag he’d give.
“Fuck, just- hold on.” Eddie gritted, abs clenching, pleasure beginning to coil tight, threatening to snap in the pit of his tummy. His hand found the back of your head, tugging at your hair, pulling you off his length.
“What?” You frowned, the back of your hand wiping at your mouth. “It didn’t- Was it not good?”
“No, fuck no.” Eddie shook his head. “Felt great, baby, always does. You know you’re so good at that.” He grinned, leaving you beaming under his praise.
“So good I was about to cum. Don’t wanna do that.” Eddie’s hand cradled around your cheek, pinching the skin lightly. “Wanna cum in you. Stand up f’me.”
You scrambled to your feet, legs prickly nearly asleep from being on your knees, wobbly with excitement. You ached between your legs, painful with need, bending over the kitchen table, pushing the shoes out of the way.
Eddie paused, tongue running over his bottom lip. “Wait,” You turned, blinking up at him. “Gimme those.” He nodded towards the shoes.
You frowned, hesitating when you grabbed them, handing them over to Eddie. His hand caught your wrist, tugging you upwards to stand. “Put them on.”
“What?” You frowned, looking at the shoes- he really had cleaned them, even the bottoms looked brand new, the sweetheart. Your heart swelled.
“Put them on,” Eddie nodded, standing, cock slapping against his tummy. His eyes were dark, pulling at your t shirt; his shirt.
“I want you to wear those, just those.” Eddie growled, stroking his length, eyeing you hungrily while you pulled your shirt off, baring yourself to him. “Want you just in those shoes while I fuck you, you hear me?”
Your head bobbed, nodding dumbly at his words, slipping the heels on with shaky hands. Eddie’s gaze on you the entire time, hungrily eyeing over your frame as you stood there, naked in your new shoes.
“Mm, maybe you were onto somethin’, baby.” Eddie hummed, tongue rolling down the side of his cheek. “Maybe you did need ‘em. You look fuckin’ amazing in them.”
Your chin ducked to your chest, shy under his praise, rushes of electric excitement trilling through your body. “Thank you,” You whispered, gaze still on the floor, looking at the red leather heels.
“Come here,” Eddie motioned you over, his hands finding your hips, pulling you in for a sloppy, hot kiss that left you spinning.
“Turn around,” Eddie growled, hands still anchored onto your hips, fingertips bruising the skin there. “Lean forward.”
Your hands found the edge of the counter, nails digging into the tile, crying out in pleasure when Eddie’s fingers slipped between your legs, circling around your clit.
He fucked you hard, barbarically against the counter. Hips snapping with a fury, deep and fast, sloppily circling your clit. He seemed to go faster, deeper, with every squeak of your heels sliding on the floors, snapping down to find your footing that was slipping away on shaky legs.
Your cheek pressed to the counter, you felt him fill you, pulling out with his heaving chest laid over your back, both of you starry eyed and spacy with bliss.
“I like the shoes.” Eddie rasped between heaving breaths. “Think you should wear ‘em again tonight.”
Your breathy giggles were music to his ears, his own shoulders dropping with relief at the sound. The familiar guilt and uncertainty that always came after you played slowly slipping away, his hands pulling at your sweat soaked skin, pulling you closer to him, lips on your shoulder.
“I will,” You sighed, cheek pressed to the cool tile of the counter. There was a pause, the two of you skin to skin, feeling each other in the silence of the kitchen.
“I think I’m ready to call the resolution thing.” You admitted, eyes rounding when you turned to look at Eddie. “I don’t want to do it anymore. It was fun but… I don’t want to do it anymore.”
Eddie grinned sweetly down at you. “Yeah? Don’t blame you, baby. Told you resolutions are dumb.” He teased gently, hand smoothing down your hip gently. “I did like given’ you your reward every week, though. Can’t lie. That part was pretty great.”
“Yeah?” Your eyes lit up, turning in his arms to face him. “We can still do that part. I thought that was pretty fun too.”
“Ooh, you did, huh?” Eddie cooed sillily, arms wrapping around your frame, pulling you into him with a shrill of giggles.
“I tell you what, you keep those heels on, and you can sit on my face right now, for as long as you want. How’s that sound?” Eddie tilted his head to the side playfully.
You found yourself in the bedroom not ten minutes later, the stem of the heels digging into your ass as you rocked, hands braced on the headboard, legs parts on either side of Eddie’s head as he devoured into you.
The heels were his favorite, Eddie decided. A failed resolution, sure, but one of the best purchases you’d ever made in his eyes.
As the dimly lit alleyway swallowed you whole, the air grew thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of desperation and desire. Eddie grasped your wrist, his fingers wrapping around it like a vice as he pulled you closer to the crumbling brick wall. Your eyes flashed with a spark of excitement, a thrill that coursed through your veins like liquid fire.
Eddie pressed himself against your backside, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. The words were lost on the wind, but their meaning was clear: You are mine. And so you did what any rational person would do - you let Eddie spin you around until you were trapped between him and the wall.
His hands roamed free now, tracing lines down your arms, over your shoulders, and across the curves of your breasts. His fingers danced across the fabric of your dress, sending shivers down your spine as he searched for the perfect spot to claim his prize. And then, like a thief in the night, he found it - a small zipper that seemed to beg to be undone.
With a deft touch, Eddie freed himself from his pants and wrapped his hand around his cock. It pulsed with anticipation as he lifted your one leg off the ground, bending it at an angle that left him hovering just inches from nirvana. Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt yourself being pulled back into position - your hip against wall, thigh pressed against his own.
Eddie groaned low in his throat as your bodies aligned like two pieces of a puzzle meant to fit together seamlessly. The sound was almost primal - raw emotion distilled into a single, guttural note that seemed to reverberate through every cell in your body. And then he was inside you - thrusting deep and hard, his hips pumping against yours like a jackhammer on concrete.
As Eddie's cock slammed into you, the alleyway seemed to fade away, replaced by a primal landscape of sweat and desire. His hips bucked against yours like a wild beast, his grunts and groans echoing off the walls as he ravaged your body with reckless abandon.
Your legs wrapped around him like vines, holding on for dear life as he pounded into you with all the finesse of a sledgehammer. The sound of flesh meeting brick was music to your ears - raw, animalistic, and utterly filthy.
Eddie's mouth was a snarling mess of teeth and tongue as he devoured your earlobe like a starving man at a feast. You felt his hot breath on your skin as he growled low in his throat, "You're mine," over and over again until it became an incantation that conjured up dark magic and forbidden pleasure.
His hands were everywhere - grasping, squeezing, and pinching as he rode you like a bucking bronco. You felt his fingers digging into your skin like talons as he pulled himself deeper into the abyss of your body.
The sensation was overwhelming - a tidal wave of pleasure crashing down on you with each brutal thrust. Your mind reeled as Eddie's cock pulsed inside you, threatening to shatter your very soul into a thousand pieces.
And yet, despite the roughness of it all, there was something undeniably beautiful about this moment. It was raw and primal, unbridled and uncivilized - the perfect distillation of two people lost in their own private world of desire and debauchery.
As Eddie came deep inside you with a guttural roar that shook the rafters, you felt yourself being consumed by the sheer intensity of his passion. It was like being swept up in a maelstrom of pleasure, with no escape from the whirlpool's deadly pull.
And when it was all over, and Eddie finally collapsed against you like a spent beast, you knew that this moment would haunt you for years to come - a dirty little secret hidden away in the recesses of your mind, waiting to be unearthed whenever your desires ran wild and free once more.
christmas with the devil |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|
prompt: even the dirty magazines are in the holiday spirit. after you and eddie stumble upon a particularly interesting magazine, you both are inspired by the spirit of the season.
apart of my munny's merriest series!
contains: minors dni smut. dom/sub themes. dom!eddie x sub!reader. spanking. spanking with implement. switching. pinv sex. a little roleplay lol? all consensual and sweet. they're kinda nerdy and i love them. eddie hates christmas, reader loves it. they're in love.
“Can you hurry up?” Your eyes cut around the abnormally crowded comic book store, chin ducking towards your chest as if all their eyes were on you.
Bundles of teenagers, kids, parents all gathered around and looking through the stacks of Marvel issues, while you and your boyfriend trudged towards the scandalous back area. Marked off with a rope that held a sign, ‘Adults Only’ in bold print and was the vault for the more risqué magazines.
“Relax, baby, we’re both adults.” Eddie cooed, a smirk in his tone that had your teeth gritting with annoyance. “We’ll be in and out, I promise.”
“I don’t know why they have to make it so obvious.” You muttered, sliding past the rope and scurrying into the tiny room, filled with X-Rated magazine covers. “The rope seems like a little much.”
Eddie snickered, his hand finding your waist, pulling you into him. “I kinda like it. Feels like they’re giving me the VIP treatment.”
You rolled your eyes, but stayed flush against him, his chest warm on your frostbitten skin. “VIP treatment while you buy your porno magazines.” Your nail brushed over the edge of a Playboy, lifting a brow up at Eddie pointedly.
“It’s not a porno magazine,” Eddie rolled his eyes lightly. “It’s just made by Penthouse, but it’s more sci-fi than-”
“-I know, Ed.” You groaned, pressing your fingers to your temple. “You know I don’t care. I just hate coming in here.” You looked around, the dim lights and tight corners all plastered with vulgar photos. “Just feel skeezy.”
“Skeezy?” Eddie grinned down at you. “Some of our best ideas came from this room, baby.”
Your cheeks burned with a rush of heat, eyes cutting to the door carefully. It was true. You had many Fotoplays Magazines to thank for some of your favorite tricks in the bedroom. The countless times you and Eddie would flip through the dirty magazines, oohing and awing at the photos and stories, bookmarking pages that sparked your excitement to try later.
“There it is.” Eddie’s chains jingled with his steps, pulling you out of your thoughts. You frowned, following his ringed hand towards the Omni Magazine cover.
“Look at this. This looks so fuckin’ sick, doesn’t it? UFO Edition. This one’s gonna be all about aliens and shit.” Eddie grinned, bubbling with nerdy excitement you found overwhelmingly endearing.
“Mhm,” You hummed, though you only partially heard him, your attention caught by the magazine in front of you.
Eddie’s smile dropped, looking up at you with a furrowed brow, following your line of vision to what had captivated your attention over him. “What’d ya see, babe?” Eddie muttered, a low gravel in his tone that had you shivering.
“What’s this?” You pointed at the cover. There on the glossy page, a goat-like demon with bat wings lifting a bundle of sticks high in the air, ready to bring them down on a woman’s bottom. Her ass stuck high up in the air, clad in lingerie, face animated with excited fear.
“Krampus,” Eddie read, pointing at the golden cursive font below the image. “Hm, I don’t really know. Looks cool though, doesn’t he?” He grinned, nudging you playfully.
“Looks like your little Hellfire mascot thingy.” You nodded back, picking up the magazine.
Eddie’s brows lifted, suddenly, no longer interested in his Omni, tossing it back on the shelf, too consumed with the magazine capturing your attention. “You want to get this too?”
“No, you don’t have to. I was just looking to see what it’s about.” You hummed, flipping through the pages until you found the cover story, an erotic retelling of the European Christmas demon.
“Punishes those who misbehave with birch rods.” Eddie grinned, adjusting himself shamelessly behind you. His mind was racing, flooded with excited, devious ideas with every image. “Seems like you need Krampus to visit you.”
“Nuh-uh,” Your tongue clicked, glaring at Eddie. “Why would you say that? I’ve been such a good girl this year.”
“Psh, please,” Eddie rolled his eyes. “You’ve been such a bad girl.” His voice dropped, breath tickled the shell of your ear, leaving you quaking with excitement.
“No, I haven’t.” Your whine sounded more like a mewl, gripping the magazine so tightly the pages were creasing under your grasp.
“I guess we’ll find out.” Eddie shrugged, pulling away from you, plucking the magazine out of your hand, tucking it under his arm with the other. “See if Krampus visits you tonight.” The wink he gave you left your tummy flipping with heat, following him to the counter on shaky legs, mind racing with excitement of what was to come.
“Well, well, well,” You jumped at the sound of Eddie’s voice, booming from the doorway behind you. He’d been stowed away in his room since you got home, only telling you not to come in- that he had a surprise for you.
“Look what we have here.” Eddie waved the rolled up paper around in his hands, grinning at you as he took slow, calculated steps closer and closer to you.
“What’s that?” You frowned, shoving the stack of folded dish towels into the drawer.
Eddie’s tongue rolled over the inside of his cheek, looking at you with a positively primal glare. “Looks like this year’s naughty list just came in.” Eddie sucked in a breath, shaking his head exaggeratedly. “And I’ve got some real bad news for you, babe.”
You feigned surprise, matching his playful, dramatic tone. “No,” You gasped lightly. “Don’t tell me I’m on that list. There’s no way. I’ve been sooo good this year.”
He could kiss you, right then and there. How easily you played along, gave right into his dramatics without question. How perfect you were for him. He’d tell you after this, later when you were curled into him, sharing soft kisses and softer touches. But for now, he had a part to play.
“This list begs to differ,” Eddie shrugged dramatically, shaking his head, unrolling the list he’d been working on. There in gothic, cursive font was your name, listed under the intimidatingly gloomy ‘Naughty’ side. “And unfortunately there’s nothing I can do about it.”
“This has to be a mistake. I’ve been nothing but a good girl this year. Perfect.” You quipped, stepping towards him.
“No, this list doesn’t lie, sweetheart.” Eddie shook his head, toe to toe with you now, looking at you down the slope of his nose. “You’ve been naughty this year, and you know what that means?”
You shook your head, playing coy while your lashes batted at him. Eddie swore his heart was going to burst right out of his chest.
“It means you’ll have to take your lashing from Krampus.” Eddie shook his head at you.
“My lashing?” You gawked lightly, a giggle of surprise bubbling out of your chest. “I thought naughty girls got coal in their stockings.” You frowned, lip jutting in a gentle pout towards him.
“Not around here they don’t.” Eddie grinned, a darkness to his eyes that had your heart rushing with floods of excitement. “Naughty girls around here get a visit from Krampus if they’ve been bad. They get corrected for their bad behavior.”
“Well, I don’t want to be naughty.” You sighed heavily, really playing it up for him. You could see how much he was loving this. “I’ll do whatever I have to, to get off that list.”
Eddie swallowed back a grin, nodding slowly instead. His footsteps fell heavy on the kitchen floor, striding over towards the stove, pulling the designated junk drawer open for the cutting pliers. You squirmed under his intense gaze when he brought them back, handing them to you, neither one of you breaking eye contact from the other.
“Go get me eight good ones from the tree in the front, alright? Make ‘em good ones.” Eddie nodded at you.
Your legs felt like they might give out slipping on your boots, wrapping Eddie’s jacket around you, climbing down the creaking steps of the trailer. It was cold out, everything dried and dead for the winter- it made the perfect time to pick a switch.
Eddie watched from the doorway, fingers drumming with excitement taking in every branch you’d pick. How you’d examine it carefully before tossing it to the side or adding it to the collection in your hand. It consumed him with excitement, cock throbbing with exhilaration.
“Will these do?” You held the branches towards him, after what felt like an eternity, standing on the steps, waiting for his approval.
Eddie carefully looked at each one, swishing them through the air, before nodding. “Very good.” He gave you a curt nod. “So you can be good then, hm?”
You blistered under his gaze, burning with excitement as you kicked off your boots, chin ducking so he couldn’t see your flustered grin. “I always try to be good.”
Eddie snorted in laughter. “Yeah, right.” He muttered sarcastically. “Now, you’re back on the naughty track. You know better than to lie.”
You glared at him, huffing with a pout, shrugging his jacket off and hanging it on the hook. “I’m not lying.”
Eddie’s brows lifted, in shock or in warning, you weren’t sure. “You better watch your tone with me.” Eddie pointed at you, waving a branch near you to make his point. “You’re not in much of a position to be mouthy.”
You bit back a snarky reply, lip jutting further instead, trailing behind Eddie towards the living room. Eddie laid the branches out, lining them up evenly on the coffee table in front of you.
“Hold on,” You stilled at the sound of his voice, stopping before you knelt into position in front of the couch. “Go ahead and strip f’me.” Eddie’s eyes rolled over your frame.
Your hands shook with excitement, trembling when you took off your jeans shoving them to the ground, pulling your sweater off with a rough tug, giving them a half hearted fold and placing them on the recliner. Your nipples pebbled in the cold of the room, maybe from your own excitement.
Eddie gave you a nod of approval before he left the room, silently going to the kitchen. You sunk to your knees on the shagged carpet, spine straightening long and eyes forward; you were on your best behavior, after all.
The soft screech of duct tape tore through the living room before Eddie could enter, the silver tape in his hand, teeth tearing off the end of the long strip. He made a show of wrapping the bundle of wood together, looking at you with dark eyes while he wound the tape over the switches to keep them together.
“Why don’t you go ahead and bend over the back of the couch for me, hm?” Eddie nodded, twisting the tight bundle in his hands. “You know how I want you.”
You swallowed back a shiver when you stood, every inch of your exposed skin tingling with a prickling heat of excitement. Arms stretched out in front, you lowered yourself over the arm of the couch, elongating yourself and propped nicely so your ass was high in the air.
“I think twelve will suffice, don’t you?” Eddie hummed, eyes scanning your features for even a quip of uncertainty- he was good like that. “One for each month.”
You nodded, shifting from foot to foot, desperate to alleviate the aching that was ever growing between your legs. “Yes, Sir,” Your voice lilted to an airy, positively sweet coo. It made Eddie’s cock lurch, throb with blinding pleasure that left him reeling.
“Look at me,” Eddie’s hand squeezed your hip lightly, pulling your eyes back to his. “That’s good?”
You nodded, pushing up on your forearms. “That’s good, Ed.” You gave him a soft smile. “If it’s too much, I’ll let you know.”
Eddie couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his features. He had an overwhelming urge to kiss you, but he’d wait, for now anyway.
“Why don’t you count them for me too then?” You jumped at the feeling of the branches on the back of your thighs, scratchy and rough. Oh, this was going to burn, you could already feel it. You throbbed between your legs at the thought.
A thundering crack of his palm left you gasping, hips tensing over the arm of the couch in surprise. “Did you hear me?”
“Y-Yes, Sir,” You babbled, tongue thick in your mouth, head spinning with pleasure. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
Eddie tutted mockingly, shaking his head. “I don’t know if you’re cut out for the nice list, baby. Sure isn’t seeming like you’re gonna make the cut after all.”
“Noo,” Your lip jutted out in a whine. “I am good, please, I’ll be good.”
Eddie tapped the bundle of switches against your ass lightly. “We’ll see about that.” He muttered. “Make sure you count loud for me. Loud and clear.” You nodded, lowering your chin back onto the cushion before you.
A whispering swish of wind was your only warning before you felt the familiar searing of heat across your ass, this time in multiples instead of the singular switching you’d had before. It wasn’t as hard as usual, Eddie’s uncertainty with the newness of this shining through, but enough to have you hissing, dancing from foot to foot at the sting.
“One,” You hissed through gritted teeth, fist balling to keep from reaching back, running out the itchy sting.
The second hit came a little harder than before, enough to leave you whining at the impact. “Two,”
Your voice tightened with every blow, lifting into near squeaks until number eight. “Ei-Eight,” Followed by a wet sniffle, and a pathetic little mewl.
Eddie grinned, running his hand over your hot skin, lines of his handiwork already beginning to show. He took mercy on you, giving you a soft rub that he knew you were craving, fighting from doing yourself.
“You’re doing very good, baby.” Eddie cooed, grinning as you rubbed your teary face into your arms, soothing the burn in your nose, trying to hide your tears. “Looks like you might make it on the nice list afterall.”
“Thank you,” You gave a squeaky whisper, face still buried under your arms.
Eddie gave your right cheek a firm squeeze, grinning at how you screeched. “I’ll do these last ones quick, how’s that sound? Since you’ve been so good.” Truthfully, Eddie wasn’t sure he could last much longer. Not with the little sounds you’d make that drove him wild, blind with pleasure. Not with the way he could see how wet you were, get an agonizing glimpse between your legs every time you’d shift that left his mouth watering.
You nodded silently, and he didn’t correct you, too blinded with his own intense pleasure. The final four came down in quick, crescendoing successions that had you lifting up off the couch, voice squeaking through sobs as you counted them, squirming desperately to get away.
The sound of his zipper followed the crunching thud of the switch bundle being tossed on the carpet. Your eyes glossy already, cheek pressed to the couch, tears and a string of drool pooling carelessly beneath you.
“Am I on the nice list now?” You whimpered, so soft and airy, lashed batting up at Eddie sweetly. He thought he might burst, through his heart or maybe through his dick.
“Fuck yeah, yes, baby.” Eddie kicked his jeans off, hand wrapping around his throbbing length, stroking himself enough to alleviate some of the aching throb of pleasure.
“Definitely on the nice list. The top of it too. You’re such a good girl, you know that? You do know that don’t you?” He gave you a wide grin, body folding over yours and placing a kiss on your left shoulder blade, erection rubbing against the hot, sensitive skin of your ass.
“C’mere,” Eddie muttered, pulling you by your hips closer to him, shamelessly rubbing himself into you. “Let me take care of you now, baby. You want that? Hm, that sound good?”
“Yes,” You whimpered, hips rolling back towards him, desperate for friction. “Don’t tease me, Ed.”
He let out a small laugh, fingers sliding through your slick, sopping folds, circling your clit, grinning at how you shuddered. “I won’t tease. You’ve been so good, I won’t tease you, baby.” Eddie muttered, pressing a final soft kiss the the middle of your spine, before he pushed himself in, bottoming out and stilling just for a moment, eyes rolling back in pleasure.
He fucked you over the couch, hard and messy, furiously rutting into you while his fingertips made bruises on your hips from his grip. The way you were taking him, walls squeezing him just right, both you spend collecting at the base of his cock; he decided that you were definitely on the nice list, top of it. On his, at least, his perfect, nice, good girl.
iscador |dom!eddie munson x sub!reader|
prompt: eddie thinks mistletoe is stupid. you put in place a new 'tradition' to make it more interesting. to boost his christmas spirit, of course.
apart of my holiday series munny's merriest <3
contains: smut minors dni. dom/sub themes and undertones (but not too many in this work this ones more cutesy and sweet and silly lol). oral male receiving. dom!eddie/ sub!reader. brat!reader. brat tamer!eddie ofc. eddie is a scrooge and reader loves christmas lol. really sweet and silly.
“Eddie! Can you come here?”
The trill in your tone had him wincing, eyes pinching closed, fist still closed around the pencil, rubbing his knuckles against the center of his forehead. Eddie had managed to drown out the obnoxious Jackson 5 Christmas tape you’d mutilated his beloved boombox with. He just wanted to finish the campaign.
“Eddie!” Sharper now, your voice held an agitated bark that had him groaning in annoyance, head tipping back towards the ceiling- the only place in the trailer that seemed void of your holiday cheery.
“What?” Eddie snapped, slamming the pencil on his small wooden desk, shoving the chair back on the carpet. His feet were already falling in hard, sock clad steps towards the living room, brows still in a furrow under his bangs.
He found you standing on a kitchen chair, drug under the door frame that led from the kitchen to the living room, balancing in your socks, holding a small, felt mistletoe to the top of the door frame.
“I need the hammer and the nail.” Your bottom lip jutted gently, eyes rounding sweetly towards him. “I left it on the table. Will you get it for me?”
Eddie huffed but still trudged towards the kitchen. “Get down, alright?” A ringed hand patted your hip gently, offering up to you to help you down.
“Why?” You frowned. “You can squeeze by.” Your head jerked towards the sliver of space between the chair and the wooden frame.
“I know but I don’t want you to fall, baby.” Eddie squeezed the flesh of your hip lightly. “Don’t really want you to bust your head open trying to hang this shit up.”
You huff, hand sliding into his, stepping off the chair with the felt mistletoe still in hand. “It’s not shit.” You glare at him, moving the chair out of the way, so he can slide through and retrieve the hammer and nail. “You better quit talking bad about my decorations, Munson, before you get coal in your stocking.”
Eddie snorted, eyes rolling. “You gonna put coal in my stocking?”
“Not me,” Your lips curled in a smirk you tried to swallow, leaning against the door frame. “Santa will.”
Eddie let out a bark of a laugh, twisting the small nail around his fingertips. “Oh no,” He played along, though his voice was dripping in sarcasm. “I guess I better shape up then.”
“Mhm,” You sighed, tongue running over the inside of your cheek, lidded eyes watching his shirt ride up when he lifted the nail, centering it over the door frame. A sliver of his tummy peeking under the soft cotton hem, boxer band peeking out in a nearly teasing way.
“Right there?” Eddie’s tongue poked out, holding the nail in concentration.
“Baby,” Eddie grunted, an edge of irritation in his tone that had your gaze snapping back to him. “Right there?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah that’s fine.” You swallowed the pooling saliva in your mouth, cheeks hot with fluster you hoped Eddie couldn’t see. “That looks good.”
He didn’t, you thought, as Eddie hammered the nail into place, his hand twisting to extend towards you, fingers wiggling for the felt mistletoe in your sweaty palms.
“There,” Eddie stepped back, hands on his hips, looking up at the hung decoration. “How’s that look?”
You couldn’t care less about the decoration anymore, teeth pulling at your bottom lip, rolling it in thought. “Looks good.” You hummed, eyes trailing down his frame, towards his sweatpant clad ass. “Thank you, baby.”
Eddie turned, brows furrowed at your dreamy tone. “No problem, sweetheart.” He muttered, setting the hammer back on the kitchen table.
You stepped under the frame before he could pass back through, a devious little grin, that he was too familiar with, spread tight across your lips. “What’re you doin’?” Eddie huffed lightly with a lifted brow. “I helped you, now, I gotta go finish my campaign-”
“-Look,” You grinned, nodding upwards, towards the felt mistletoe that hung above you both. “Hm, what a coincidence that we’re both here. Underneath the mistletoe. Must be fate.”
Eddie’s lips curled, though he gave you an exaggerated eye roll. “Must be.” He muttered, hand sliding over your face, cupping your jaw. Your heart fluttered with excitement, fist balling at his shirt when he pulled you in, lips pressing to yours- but only for a moment.
Your eyes flew open, fist still tightly wrapped around his shirt, mouth gaping with shock when he pulled away. “There. Is that the magical Christmas kiss you were wanting, sweetheart?” Eddie mocked lightly.
You blinked up at him, scoffing after a moment. “You call that a kiss?”
“What?”
“What was that?” You lifted a brow, snarling up at him. “A kiss? That was not a kiss.”
“Baby, please,” Eddie sighed, running a tired hand over his eyes.
“No,” You shook your head, arms crossing over your chest. “You freaked out on me when I pecked you at your show a couple months ago because it wasn’t a proper kiss, and now, the one place you’re supposed to give me a real kiss, you don’t?”
You ignored his eye roll and the short, irritated huff he gave. “We’re literally under the mistletoe!”
“Ok? So what?” Eddie snapped, throwing his hands up. “I kissed you. That was a kiss.”
“That was not-”
“-Don’t.” Eddie pointed a finger at you. “It’s just- It’s just a silly tradition thing tha-that I don’t think is supposed to be taken so seriously.” He threw his hands out.
You glared at him, brow lifting in challenge. “Hm,” Your lips twisted. “I think it should be taken seriously.”
“Really?” Eddie deadpanned.
“Yes,” You hummed in defiance. “And I think you should take it seriously too, and I think I’m going to make you.”
“Make me?” Eddie snorted in surprised disbelief. “You’re gettin’ pretty bold there, baby, you better watch it.”
Your tummy flipped with heat, tensing to keep yourself from squirming under his darkened glare. “No, I know I can make you.” You challenged. “At least make you appreciate it more.”
“Yeah? How’re you gonna do that?” Eddie leaned against the doorframe, glaring at you down the slope of his nose.
You glared back at him, eyes locking with his just enough to have his spine straightening, bristled by your defiant attitude and ready to adjust it. You could see him, sense his growing agitation with your brattiness, teetering towards acting on it with the way his hands twitched. He’d just begun to uncross his arms when you dropped to your knees, your eyes on him the entire time.
“What-What are you-” Eddie’s words caught in his throat, strangled by the gasp of breath that tore from his lungs when you yanked his sweatpants down, tugging them down with his boxers in one quick movement.
You broke eye contact with him for a second, tongue running over your bottom lip as you looked at his cock hanging in front of you, semi-hard from the excitement your brattiness had brought. Your thighs pressed together, hands still on his thighs, squeezing the flesh lightly.
“What do you think you’re doin’, hm?” Eddie’s voice was tight, swallowing back a shivered moan at the sight of you, face centimeters from his cock, so close he could feel your breath.
“Making you like the mistletoe.” You hummed so sweetly it made Eddie’s knees weak, eyes rounded and blinking up at him. Oh, how he ached, craved for you to touch him.
“That right?” Eddie said around a shaky breath he tried to conceal. “This a new tradition, hm?”
You nodded, fingertips ghosting over his skin, trailing down the bush of pubic hair with a teasing, featherlight touch towards his cock. “Until you’re ready to fully embrace the mistletoe tradition,” You purred, the pad of your thumb brushing over his tip. “I figured this will help ease you into it. Really get you into the holiday spirit.”
“Fuck,” Eddie grunted, mind blanking with any sarcastic, teasing remark he once had when your tongue licked a long, slow stripe on the underside of his cock. Tongue flattening until you reached the top, taking just the tip in your mouth.
“Look at me,” Eddie said between clenched teeth, both his hands on either side of your head, desperate to regain a little bit of control.
Your eyes moved up to him, cheeks hollowed as you bobbed, slowly enough that it had Eddie swallowing a whine. Your nails dug into the fat of his hips, steadying yourself as you swallowed him further and further down your throat.
“Holy shi-it,” Eddie’s voice cracked, head tilting back and toes curling when you gagged gently, the tip brushing the back of your throat. “Baby, fuck- keep doin’ that. Feels s’good, so fuckin’ good.”
One hand slipped from his hips, cupping his balls gently, giving a soft squeeze that had Eddie groaning, whimpering with pleasure. Your hand slipped around his length, pumping him slowly, head ducking under to lick down the seam of his sac, wrist flicking and twisting his cock- exactly how he liked it. You knew exactly what he liked, what drove him crazy and left him begging for more.
“You gotta- Baby, I-I’m close.” Eddie’s breath was ragged, his grip tightening on either side of your head.
Your mouth took the place of your hand, eyes fluttering back up to him, cheeks hollowing as you sucked the tip of his cock. Eddie sucked a breath in, tensing with pleasure as he teetered closer and closer to his own orgasm.
“Put your tongue out, now.” Eddie gritted, moving his hand to grab his own length. “Open up, all the way out- good girl.”
You nearly whimpered at his praise, tongue folded over your chin, eyes still trained on him as he jacked his length furiously, cheeks reddening with splotchy heat until you felt the thick, hot ropes of cum on your tongue.
Eddie’s head was spinning, cloudy with pleasure as he slumped against the doorframe, chest filled with ragged breaths that rattled his core. He didn’t even try to hide the loud groan that spilled out when you swallowed, eyes batting up at him sweetly, still on your knees.
“Fuck, that was…” Eddie wiped his brow, sweaty and prickling with heat under his bangs. “Ok, I-I think I’m starting to get the mistletoe thing, baby.”
“Yeah?” You purred, standing slowly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand- it made Eddie’s knees weak. “You like this better than the kiss?”
“Yes.” Eddie nodded leaving you giggling. “Still might need some more convincing though. Still on the fence.”
“Are you? That wasn’t good enough?” You lifted a brow.
“No, no, that was fucking amazing, sweetheart.” Eddie shook his head frantically. “Just… I don’t know, I’m kinda a Scrooge. Might need just a few more times to really get me into the spirit, ya know?”
“Hm,” Your lips twisted playfully. “I think I could maybe do that.”
Eddie grinned, positively beaming and silly, gooey with adoration. His hands reached out for you again, cupping your cheek, the back of your head, pulling you into him, bodies flushed and lips crashing into yours. You squealed gently, giggling when he pressed you against the doorframe, smooching you sloppy and sweet and filled with so much love it left you dizzy. A much more passionate kiss than before.
Your eyes were shining when Eddie pulled back, his breath caught in his throat at the sight; you always had that effect on him. “See? It’s working already.” You grinned. “That was a real kiss.”
Your smile and giggles were infectious, leaving Eddie’s own lips curling, chest bubbling with affectionate laughs. “That was better?”
“Much better.” You nodded, hands sliding down his arms. “Much more festive.”
Eddie pulled you into his chest, squeezing you in a tight hug. He wanted to press your body into his, push so tightly into the two of you fused together, bodies and souls and minds all intertwined into one. Instead he held you, peppering kisses to your cheeks so you squealed and laughed. His eyes caught the small felt decoration above the door frame, lips curling in a smug grin.
He really was enjoying the mistletoe, already contemplating going out and buying one for each door frame in the house- hell, even one for over the bed. Eddie Munson’s favorite decoration was now the mistletoe, so much so that he wanted to keep it out year round.
They are so INSANE 🫠🫠🫠
and all this in front of tommy is just soo 😭😭😭
"Ne Jamais Partir" (To Never Leave) | S.H. E.M.
CW : 5.5k words, 18+, No Minors, very Dark themes, Absolute filth and disgust, Coercion, MMF, Steve's POV, AFAB Reader POV, choking, slapping, spanking, piv unprotected, oral, use of "sir" "Daddy" "baby" etc., daddy!Eddie, Sir!Steve, mentions of violence, angsty angst angst, jealousy, toxic possessiveness, read at your own discretion
AN: Surprise! This is a bonus / continued chapter of "Chained" , but can also be read as a stand-alone Steddie fic, you can just fill in the gaps hehe. I love writing dark characters oopsies. I hope this answers a few of the storyline questions while also just being yummy and smutty for you all. Enjoy hehe - Vi
Chained Series | Masterlist
Steve
Torture. It was absolute torture in the least poetic way possible. Of course I know what they’re doing and it’s going to be a fucking problem. Jealousy isn’t my strong suit but it has less do to do with that and more to do with the fact that Eddie can’t control his fucking dick and it’s going to get us in trouble.
A knock comes from the door to my office.
“Come in,” I say, closing my laptop and turning around in my chair.
Eddie comes in more apprehensively than usual. I haven’t called him into a formal meeting in my office since we started planning to take her. He knows something is wrong. He sits on the black couch and leans back, his arms draping over the back of the sofa which makes his black shirt ride up just enough to show the handle of his glock in his waistband,
I know he sees my eyes roam over him and I don’t care. We are far beyond the point of politeness with one another.
“I’m in trouble,” he states, his eyes squinted as he meets my own.
I chuckle only because it’s true.
“And you know why?” I ask. I can practically feel the blood pumping in my veins. He just needs to admit what they’ve been doing so I can stop fucking picturing it every time they’re near each other.
Eddie avoids my gaze. “It’s casual,” he mumbles, scratching his chin. I can’t help the words that escape my mouth, “You fucking idiot.” I stand, trying to get some of the energy away from my fists to flow through the rest of my body.
Eddie smirks up at me like the demon he is and it takes everything not to grab his stupid face and smack it. Then kiss it.
“I’m an opportunist,” Eddie shrugs.
“You’re going to get both you and her killed,” I say as flatly as I can. Eddie knows I look at him like…
Family is too strange of a word when we’ve touched each other’s cocks.
Partners.
But not -
“You can blame it on you thinking you want to save us, but we both know you’re just jealous, Harrington.”
God he’s so fucking smug. I move to stand directly in front of him and he meets me, standing chest to chest, except he looks down at me slightly. Fuck him for being slightly taller.
His hand comes to my face and I immediately smack it away and grab his face instead. He has to remember who’s in charge here.
“I’ll kill her if I have to,” I say, thumbs pressing into his perfect face. His eyes light up at the challenge.
“You wouldn’t,” He challenges me.
“We both know that I can and I fucking will. I’ll make it look like an accident - so much so that you don’t even realize I did it until it’s too late,” I threaten.
The threats aren’t necessarily empty, but they definitely aren’t ideal. I don’t want to kill the girl. But I want Eddie dead less than I want her alive. His breathing starts getting heavier at my threat. Our eyes dance as we look at one another - too much testosterone running through both of our veins that create a palpable tension.
Eddie’s quick and grabs my throat, pinning me against the wall. I could fight back as his fingers dig under my jaw, his breath hot on my neck. I could fight, but I feel his hard cock pressing up against my fucking leg and we both know if I pin him down… I don’t have time to fuck him right now.
“Don’t. Threaten. Her,” Eddie says into my throat, nipping at the skin there.
I push him off of me and fix my shirt. I walk past him, hitting my shoulder against his as I go and sit back down at my desk, signaling the end of this conversation.
“Don’t catch feelings for her. Don’t put yourself in unnecessary situations. Don’t be an idiot - and we’ll be fine,” I say. I turn my back to him and open my laptop back up. I can feel him staring at me. I can feel those stupid fucking eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. I can practically feel his hands on me.
And he knows it. He knows he has just as much power over me as I do over him, I just don’t indulge like he does.
I hear the floorboard creak as he comes up behind me.
“We both know I can fuck without feelings, pretty boy,” he whispers in my ear. Before I can respond he lands a kiss on my cheek and saunters out of the room.
My face is hot.
I knew he’d make this harder than it has to be.
You
This has become a bad habit and you know it, but you can’t help it. The adrenaline that rushes through you after completing a mission, seeing Eddie get violent, then being in close proximity as you go back to the house - it always ends with him inside of you.
Other than that first time when he held you to sleep, he’s never stayed again. He’ll cuddle for a little, help you clean up if he’s hurt you badly, but then he always leaves.
And you hate to admit it, but it hurts. You know he’s just a few doors down, asleep in his own room. Why can’t he just stay? If for no other reason than mutual comfort. But you’ll never ask him to stay. You can’t.
Maybe he likes to keep you uncomfortable and needy - always left wanting more from him. There are times he’s been so crass, not even bothering to make you cum once he has, then leaving you to touch yourself in his absence to get your high to wither down.
But for the most part, it’s good. So fucking good. It’s intense and rough and you say words you probably don’t mean to one another but God it’s the only reprieve you have from this new fucked up reality you’re in.
You’ve lost track of time at this point - having been locked in this place for far too long and gotten moderately comfortable in the routine. You wake for breakfast and eat alone, train with Eddie until lunch, then go to some form of a meeting with Steve and other random men in suits, and if you have a place to go that night then you go. If you don’t, you’re left to your room or a reading room or a television on a couch in one of the few comfortable living areas that the boys don't invade your space in.
It’s lonely. So fucking lonely.
Except for when Eddie gives you attention or the small glances and touches you get from Steve. Other than that you feel like their pet, their burden to put up with until they feel the rest of the crime world has forgotten about you enough that you can go live outside of their watch. As time passes, it starts to feel like that may never happen.
You’re laying in your bed as your core throbs. Eddie just left, leaving you wiped down but swollen and tired. This one was quick and he made you cum once, but as you were building to a second high he finished. You’re debating trying to finish yourself off when the handle of your door moves.
You don’t have a lock - you don’t get one.
You immediately cover yourself up with the duvet, your tank top and tiny shorts doing nothing to keep you modest from whomever is trying to come in.
Maybe it’s Eddie? Realizing he left you hanging? Or maybe he wants some comfort cuddles too?
“Steve?” You ask as he enters your room, his face dimly lit by the moonlight of your barred window.
His button down shirt is open, a bandage on the side of his abs. His hair is a mess and his pants are hanging dangerously low without a belt on.
You’ve never seen him so disheveled.
Tonight’s mission was routine - another gambling ring distraction. You led a guy off and Eddie knocked him off his feet. The only difference was that by the time you two got to the car, Steve wasn’t there yet.
You waited a few minutes longer than your anxiety could handle when he stumbled into the front seat, guided by two guards. Apparently a fight broke out at the table a few minutes after you left and Steve got a knife to the side before someone stepped in and took the other guy out.
It was messy.
You drove off fast enough to get away from anyone following you, but Steve had been groaning the entire time as Eddie tried to talk him through the pain. You felt helpless in the back seat as they rushed to the back side of the house and two people came to carry Steve inside.
Eddie assured you he’d be okay, but you could tell he was distracted tonight too.
So why is Steve here with you?
He closed the door and stood with his back against it, watching you with a darkness you haven’t seen from him before. You both stay like that for a moment, just staring at one another in the darkness. When was the last time you two were alone?
Suddenly you feel like you are back in the cage downstairs. Your chest feels tight and your hands grip the duvet tighter.
Steve is dangerous.
“Do you know what happened tonight?” He asks, his voice gruff.
You swallow hard. “Yes. Y - you got swiped,” you say, your voice not having the strength you so desperately have been working to gain around him.
He nods slowly, his head hanging as he comes to the edge of the bed. He doesn’t sit, he stays standing and looking at you, his abs flexing when he breathes. Your cheeks heat at his presence, at seeing him so differently than you usually do. This is not the put-together and in-charge Steve Harrington that you’re used to and you’re beginning to think this version is even scarier.
“Do you know why I got swiped?” He asks.
Your mind races. Why is he asking you about this? “A fight broke out,” you answer.
His eyes meet yours. “And why do you think a fight broke out?”
Your eyebrows knit together. You hadn’t questioned why the fight broke out after you left. These things just sort of…happen at events like this. One person says one wrong thing and all of the sudden knives and guns appear and blood starts spraying.
You shake your head no.
“You distracted me,” he says.
“What?” you ask confused. You did exactly what you were instructed to do - you hadn’t strayed from the path at all.
“You. Distracted. Me,” he repeats, his jaw clenching as he stares you down.
“I just did what you told me to do-”
“You and Eddie and your bruises and the way you fucking cling to him,” he interrupts you. You feel like your heart is about to beat out of your chest. This is about you and Eddie?
He slams a hand onto the bed, making you flinch. “That’s right,” he smiles sadistically. “You don’t flinch around him anymore, do you?”
“I - i don’t know,” you admit.
“I know you probably think Eddie is going to save you from all of this - but he’s not,” Steve says. You can’t control the way your hands start to shake as he speaks. “Eddie belongs to me, just like you belong to me. Even when he’s deep inside of you, you both belong to me,” he continues.
The door opens behind Steve and you jump, but he doesn’t move. His level of control even when he’s an absolute mess is terrifying.
“Steve,” you hear Eddie’s voice behind him from the doorway.
“C’mere Eds,” Steve demands, still keeping his eyes locked on you.
Eddie stands next to Steve, putting a hand on his shoulder. Steve immediately knocks it off and grabs his wrist. You’ve never seen them fight and you don’t know if you should be scared or turned on - but you’re both.
“What’re you doing Harrington?” Eddie asks in a dark whisper, his eyes locked on Steve as the pretty boy’s mouth curls into a smile.
“I’m reminding you both who you belong to, because it seems like you’ve forgotten,” Steve says. Steve’s hand lets go of Eddie’s wrist only to grab a hold of the front of his shirt. To your shock, Eddie doesn’t resist, he leans into the touch as his head starts to fall.
Steve guides his hand down Eddie’s shirt and to the hem of his sweats, slipping past it and dropping beneath the surface. Steve grips Eddie’s cock and Eddie’s head immediately falls onto Steve’s shoulder with a small groan.
Then Steve looks at you, smiling.
You stare back at him, your mouth agape as you watch him rub Eddie under his sweats.
“Crazy, huh? Seeing your big mean protector Eddie come undone like this?” Steve taunts you.
You don’t know what to say, you don’t know what to do as you watch Eddie’s chest rise and fall the more Steve touches him. Eddie’s groan is all the confirmation that you need that he enjoys this just as much as Steve does, and you can feel your pussy starting to throb.
Steve’s eyes are hard on you as Eddie leans on his shoulder. “Crawl to me,” Steve demands. Immediately you crawl on your hands and knees from the top of the bed to the edge of it and sit in front of the two boys, eyes wide as they look at you.
Eddie’s brown eyes are hazy as they scan over your face. The shock must have registered on your features because he smiles lazily and brings a hand to your cheek, giving it a little tap tap to assure you that he’s still himself.
Steve uses his free hand to grab your hair, tilting your head back to look at him. “Pull my cock out,” he commands.
You breath hitches at his words, but you lean forward and unbutton his pants, slowly lowering them down with his boxers.
“Fuck,” Steve groans as his cock springs free. It bounces up against his happy trail on his stomach and your eyes widen. You can hear Eddie kissing Steve’s neck as he pushes his own sweats all the way down, both of their cocks out now on full display.
“Touch me,” Steve tells you. You slide your knees back so you rest on your elbows, reaching a hand around Steve’s thick, hard, cock. The weight of him in your hand has you unconsciously wiggling your hips. His neck veins protrude as Eddie’s lips attach to the delicate skin just below Steve’s ear.
Steve puts a hand in your hair and pulls your head back, placing his hand in front of your face. “Spit,” he commands. You spit into his hand and he immediately places it back on Eddie’s cock, causing a loud groan from the boy.
“Good boy,” Steve hums.
You bring your own face closer to Steve’s cock, running your lips up against the plushy pink tip. Immediately you’re pulled backwards by your hair and slapped in the face - hard. You let out a loud squeak and pout at the hit.
“Did I tell you that you could fucking taste me?” Steve asks, still holding you by the hair.
You don’t answer, just stare at him in shock.
He slaps you in the face again. “Answer baby,” Eddie says next to him.
“No,” you whine, earning another slap from Steve. His eyebrows raise at your tone.
“Use his title,” Eddie encourages you, his cock in his own hand as he watches you and Steve.
“No Sir,” you correct yourself.
Steve looks back at Eddie with hard eyes. “See, you haven’t properly trained her,” Steve says. “Gone too fuckin’ soft on her, made her forget her place.”
“Ask to suck my cock,” Steve commands you.
“Can I suck your cock Sir?” You ask, practically drooling.
Steve scoffs. “And no manners? Fucking hell Munson,” He reprimands the other boy. Now Steve grabs Eddie’s throat, his lips mere inches from his.
“Did I teach you nothing?’ Steve asks Eddie. Their interaction is nothing short of surprising, but it makes sense to you that Steve has shown Eddie how to control his dominance around the right people - how to get people to obey him.
“I’m sorry Sir,” Eddie chokes through Steve’s hold.
Steve lets go of Eddie’s throat and shoves him onto the bed next to you. “Spank her,” Steve instructs. You look behind you, seeing Eddie align next to your hips, his cock just inches from where you want him, with his hands starting to rub your ass through your tiny shorts.
Without much warning Eddie lands a hard slap to your ass and lurches you forward.
Steve smiles as your eyes water and puts his cock on the side of your face. He smacks it against your cheek as you look up at him. “Eyes on me while Eddie spanks you,” Steve instructs.
Eddie spanks you again, the sting so painfully delicious. You whine, trying so hard to resist sticking the tip of Steve’s cock in your mouth as it rests by your face.
“Aw, you want this dick, huh honey?” Steve taunts you.
Eddie spanks you again, hard.
“Y-yes please Sir,” You whine. Eddie spanks you again. “God fuck,” you groan at the pain. Eddie spanks you again and again in succession.
“Watch your filthy fuckin’ mouth,” Eddie says through gritted teeth.
Steve chuckles as he looks at Eddie. The curly haired boy’s jaw is tight, the veins in his forearms protruding just like the ones in his cock as he grips your hips tightly, eyes blazing with fire as he watches you drool over another man’s cock.
Steve loves this game. “There he is,” Steve chuckles.
Eddie’s eyes shoot toward Steve’s and the two of them smile at one another, making your cunt throb with need. They look primal, and you are their prey.
“Open up,” Steve says. That’s all the warning you get before he’s shoving his cock in your throat.
He is anything but gentle. He holds the back of your head, forcing his cock down your throat and holding you there, blocking your airways. You tap against his thighs but he shushes you.
“You’re fine, you’re fine,” he says, holding you still as you resist against him.
When you finally pull off for a quick breath of air Steve slaps you again.
“You breathe when I let you,” he spits at you, then quickly forces your mouth back on his cock. It goes to the back of your throat quickly and you gag around it, but Steve holds still.
“Touch her Eddie,” Steve tells Eddie from above you. You feel Eddie’s fingers move the flimsy material of your shorts to the side and begin to play with your soaked cunt.
“So fucking wet baby,” Eddie says, swirling his fingers in and out of you.
You gurgle a moan around Steve’s cock and your eyes start to flutter backwards. Steve moans at the feeling and thrusts in and out slightly, barely pulling away from you enough to let you breathe. He does this back and forth a few times before shoving it down your throat again and pushing your head down forcefully while Eddie sticks two fingers fully into your cunt.
Your body shakes, trying to resist the feeling of choking and being unable to breathe. You press your hands on Steve’s strong thighs, trying to push away but he’s stronger and holds you there. Eddie’s fingers inside of you have you arching deep, and they both groan loudly above you.
The more you struggle against him, the harder Steve gets.
“No - no no, can’t run away,” Steve tells you as you try to back up.
You start to get light headed from the lack of oxygen. Your entire body starts to feel weaker, losing sensation except for where Eddie’s fingers hit you inside of your cunt and Steve hits you in your throat.
Steve looks down at you, seeing your ability to fight weaken as you lose oxygen and he smiles. Your face gets more red as your eyelids begin to flutter. Just as your hands start to drop from his thighs, your ability to fight waning, he pulls you up by your throat and Eddie pulls away from your pussy.
Steve holds your face, slapping your cheeks lightly as you start to breathe again. “Stay with me honey, you’re okay,” he chuckles as you struggle to regain consciousness.
You can’t even respond as you start to regain feeling. Your mouth hangs open, spit gathered around your lips. You feel weightless and don’t even realize that the two boys flip you over so your head hangs off the bed.
“Say ‘ahhh’,” Steve instructs you condescendingly. You’re too far gone to resist. You do as he says and he slides his cock back in your mouth, deep down your throat. Your body doesn’t fight it this time, too weak from being dragged to the edge of consciousness.
“There we go. That’s a good little doll,” Steve praises you. He has you exactly how he wants you, weak and mindless under him.
“Just the tip Dice,” Steve tells Eddie. You barely register his words as you feel Eddie stick part of his cock inside of you, making you groan around Steve’s dick.
Eddie groans too, his hips stilling inside of you.
“Yeah that feels good doesn’t it sweethearts?” Steve asks both of you. You both groan in unison.
Steve pulls out of your throat just enough to let you breathe before going back in.
“Slow and deep Eddie,” Steve instructs the other boy. He does exactly what he’s told, slowly pushing the rest of his cock inside of you. You moan at the feeling and Steve pulls his cock out of your mouth to slap it against your cheeks. Steve’s big hands come to rub the spit from his cock around your face, making you a fucking mess as you groan Eddie’s name while he fucks you slowly.
“Fucking shit,” Eddie groans, struggling to move slowly as your pussy envelops him for the second time this evening.
Steve moves from the edge of the bed to get next to Eddie, planting a kiss on the other boys mouth, who then starts to fuck you harder.
Immediately Steve grabs his face and sticks two fingers in his mouth. “Nuh uh, I said slow, remember?” Eddie nods dumbly, slowing his pace down as you fall apart underneath him.
After Eddie obeys, Steve kisses him deeply as he fists his own cock. Eddie’s thrusts are torturous as you slowly gyrate your hips to his rhythm, just enough to teeter you on the edge of building a proper orgasm. Your head is absolutely swimming in the clouds as you let the boys use you. They stop kissing only when Steve pulls away to whisper something in Eddie’s ear.
“Tell me you understand,” Steve says loudly enough for you to hear. Eddie slows his thrusts to a stop and you whine at the feeling.
“I understand Sir,” Eddie drawls, slowly removing himself from your pussy.
You whine at the loss, your hands reaching between your legs. Eddie grabs your hands and kisses them. “I know baby, don’t worry,” he assures you, and you pout.
Steve chuckles at the interaction as he slots himself between your legs. Eddie moves so he’s kneeling next to you.
“You gotta be good and take Steve, okay?” Eddie tells you sweetly.
You nod with watery eyes, feeling so overwhelmed with feeling you don’t even know what to do with yourself. Eddie grabs your cheeks with his hand and urges you to answer him correctly.
“Okay Daddy,” you whisper out, your voice hoarse from your throat being used.
Steve lands a slap to your pussy, making you flinch. “Good little whore,” he says before sheathing himself fully inside of you.
Your back arches off the bed at the stretch, not used to anyone other than Eddie, the feeling so different but so good. Steve leans his head back, his hair falling and the view of him absolutely beautiful as sweat sheens his hairy chest.
He fills you completely, leaving you gasping as your eyes flit from Steve to Eddie.
Before you realize what he’s doing, Eddie is leaning away from your face and toward where you and Steve are connected. Your eyes widen in realization.
Eddie places himself so his long tongue can reach your clit as Steve’s cock brushes in and out of you. Eddie begins moving his face in time with Steve’s thrusts, coating your clit and Steve’s cock in spit.
You are absolutely overwhelmed and immediately feel an orgasm beginning to build inside of you.
Steve grabs Eddies hair as he starts fucking you harder. Eddie lets his tongue hang out and work you both, drawing out groans and moans from all three of you as ride out the insane feeling of having each other all at once.
“Oh fuck,” Steve grunts. “You’re squeezin’ me honey - you’re gonna cum aren’t you?” He asks.
You whine, feeling the pressure build as Eddie stimulates your clit and Steve hits every spot inside of you.
“Tell me - tell me who you belong to and I’ll let you cum,” Steve grunts.
“You you you,” you groan.
“You belong to me and Eddie - say it,” he affirms. Your eyes start to fill with tears as your head buzzes, your orgasm about to tip you over the edge.
“You and Eddie Steve and Eddie S st st-evie,” you moan, throwing your head back.
“That’s fuckin’ right cum on my cock and Eddie’s pretty face,” Steve demands, snapping his hips into you hard as your orgasm takes over you. You feel a buzz up your spine as your vision blurs. You don’t know where you end and Eddie begins or Steve begins and you end - it’s all a blur of sensation and bliss and electricity as you try to catch your breath.
Steve’s own breath hitches as you squeeze tightly around him.
Steve pulls Eddie off of your cunt, bringing his mouth to his own.
“Kiss me,” Steve demands, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s cock as he comes to his own end. Steve groans, filling you up with hot streams of his own cum as the two boys mash teeth and tongue and lips above you.
You watch as Steve falls apart, Eddie’s hands on his face holding him together as he cums inside of you.
You can’t hear it, but Eddie whispers into Steve’s ear as Steve keeps his hand wrapped around Eddie's dick. “Keep fucking tugging my cock Steve, please - fuck,” Eddie whines, thrusting into Steve’s hand as he holds on tightly to the pretty boy’s face.
Eddie’s forehead lays on Steve’s as Eddie’s thrusts get sloppy. “Please Stevie please,” Eddie whines.
Steve moves his hand faster and faster around Eddie as he catches his own breath, his eyes watching Eddie’s dick begin to ooze cum onto his hand and fall onto your hips.
“That’s it yeah - cum for me Munson,” Steve says to Eddie. You hum sweetly at the sight and it sets Eddie over the edge completely, his groans the last to fill the room as he paints your thighs and Steve’s hand with cum.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Eddie groans, his chest rising and falling quickly as he comes down from his own high.
The three of you stay like that for a moment - Steve’s dick inside of you, Eddie’s in Steve’s hand, their foreheads against each other as you look at them with soft, tired eyes.
Slowly, Steve releases Eddie and pulls out of you.
“Go get a towel Eds,” Steve says softly, landing a kiss on Eddie’s head.
Eddie nods before moving off the bed. As he passes the edge by your head, Eddie rubs your cheek sweetly and then heads into the bathroom.
Steve leans down and looks at you with a shy smile. You blush under his gaze and try to turn your face away from him, somehow shy after everything that just happened.
“Hey, hey hey,” he says, his hand coming to your cheek. “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice gravelly.
Your eyes search his as you try to find the true answer within yourself. Are you okay?
“I think so,” you whisper.
He gives you a small smile in response and kisses your forehead. “Here,” he says, and guides you to lay with him at the top of the bed.
Eddie comes back with two warm towels and hands one to Steve while he uses the other to wipe down your stomach, thighs, and center, kissing each area along the way.
You take Steve’s towel from his hand and wipe his thighs for him, looking up at him sweetly. “Thank you baby,” he whispers to you, and instead of responding you kiss his bandage over his cut instead.
Eddie throws the two towels in the corner as he comes and lays on the other side of you, wrapping his arms around your center as you lay on Steve’s chest.
Silence overtakes the three of you as you all catch your breath and revel in the warmth of each other’s arms. Steve reaches for the duvet and pulls it over all of your bottom halves, making you instantly feel even sleepier than before.
Eddie’s hand rubs circles into your hips as Steve rubs his hair. You relax to the sound of Steve’s heartbeat and the warmth of their bodies around you. You don’t want to ask questions, don’t want to disturb this beautiful moment of peace. You want to savor this feeling - capture it and put it in a bottle for future use when things inevitably change.
Just the thought of it makes tears come before you can stop them.
You wish you could lay right here forever and ever.
“I’m sorry,” Steve says, breaking the silence. Neither you nor Eddie respond, just look at him as he gathers his own thoughts.
“I - fuck,” he chuckles, running his hands over his face. “I can’t lose either of you,” Steve whispers, biting his lip.
Eddie reaches his hand around you to hold Steve’s. “We’re right here,” Eddie reassures him. You don’t know what to say. You’ve done this so many times now with Eddie - both of you are acutely aware of the situation you’re in and yet the feelings still exist. It’s never easy. You got into this situation due to force, but as time continues you start to wonder if you’re only using that as an excuse to hide your true feelings.
“I hate putting you both in danger,” Steve admits.
“I almost jumped out of the car to go fucking kill the guy who stabbed you,” Eddie chuckles.
You giggle at him. Always the savior.
“Paul shot him in the head the second it happened,” Steve replies. “I just realized I did to myself exactly what I was afraid of happening to you two - I got distracted caring about if you guys were being safe and it got me hurt,” Steve says.
Your heart beats hard in your chest.
Steve was always so distant, trying to be so removed from you and Eddie that you thought he truly didn’t care, that he was just using you because he had to. But really he was doing it because he was scared of losing you.
“Stevie,” you mutter, your hand rubbing his chest. “It’s okay to care,” you whisper.
“We’ll all protect each other,” Eddie assures him. And you. And maybe even himself.
“We’re family,” Eddie continues.
The word holds heavy in the air. Family.
“But family leaves,” you say quietly, hiding your face in Steve’s chest. Anyone you’ve ever thought of as family has died or abandoned you.
“Hey, hey,” Steve says, putting his thumb under your chin to force your eyes on him. “This is different,” he says seriously.
“We need each other,” Eddie adds.
And you suppose they may be right. You do need them. And in some fucked up way now, they need you too.
The two boys have had this conversation with each other before when this whole mess started. They realized that, whether they like it or not, they’re stuck with one another now. Emotions or not, their safety depends on each other. And now yours does too.
“Okay,” you nod, kissing Steve’s hand.
“Okay,” Steve replies, kissing the top of Eddie’s head.
“Okay,” Eddie smiles, kissing your cheek.
And that’s how you all fall asleep, a mess of limbs and breath underneath the duvet, in each other’s arms, all in one bed. No more questions asked, and no one leaves.
You’re here to stay.