I was musing about exactly what was going on in the rubik's cube fic a while ago and whilst I have since settled on the answer (not this), I did also come up with a cool way to get Eddie home imho.
Eddie, now a mutated monster of the Abyss, finds a Path between worlds, because whilst the bridge may be gone, there's a significant enough connection for him to sneak across.
Being Gay Is Canonically A Superpower after all.
Eddie is in the Abyss, the beemer is between worlds like a sad little beacon, and his family, both found and otherwise, are in the rightside up.
Eddie finds an eerie glow beneath a flaked husk or scale on the Mindflayer, reminiscent of a door, yanking it open to see the inside of Steve Harrington's fucking Beemer. Of course he climbs in and shuts the door, sits in awe and horror as he carreens through the vacuum of a space that isn't the one he stared up at from either world.
He notices that the driver's side door has the same eerie red glow around the edges as the passenger one he'd just shut, and all too aware he might get sucked into the ether and die (or worse, float through space as an undying creature), he reaches over and pops the handle.
The door sticks, he shoves, grunts, falls down out from under a metal vent and into an ungainly heap on the floor. He's in a crawlspace, he hears voices, they're so familiar.
"Uh... What the hell was that?" less cracked than he remembers but it's still... the same? Henderson?
Then something is hissing at him and he looks to see the fattest angriest cat is in the crawlspace with him.
"Sounds like Porthos, feral cat. Maybe the Cardinal is back, they're always fighting."
"You're a nerd, Steve." Steve. Steve and Dustin are above him.
"I think I might be, you know." The cat hisses again and Eddie feels the instinct creaking his bones, head swivelling slow, eyes predatory slits, his maw unfurls and his claw tipped fingers dig furrows in the dirt, ready to shove himself forward and snap. "I should go make sure they're not killing each other."
Footsteps.
He panics and retreats through the vent into Steve's beemer, yanks it closed, sits in existential dread between worlds.
He discovers the other doors in the beemer actually just... let him into Steve's trailer, he also finds out that the vent in the crawlspace is the only one that, once closed, can be opened back into the beemer, a fact that had him fucking terrified when he tried to retreat back through the storage under Steve's ottoman-style couch only to find a stash of board games, VHSes, and a denim vest rolled tight and shoved down the edge.
Description: As a nurse, you want to help people, as many as you can. But, with the insane things that have been going on in Hawkins, and the crazed look in Dustin's eyes when he stumbles into the ER covered in blood with an impossible tale to tell, it makes you wonder; how much are you prepared to give?
Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI, *Here there be monsters! Honestly, there's straight up monster fucking in this so if you're not into that do not read*, AFAB sub nurse reader x dom monster Eddie, kinda Alpha/Omega without them knowing it, injury descriptions, S4 does happen and Eddie lives but he be a monster, hand job, fem oral receiving, male oral receiving, consensual predator/prey dynamic, fingering, very rough sex, biting/marking, unprotected p in v, knotting.
A/N: This has come from yet another deranged dream of mine. I imagine Eddie looking kinda like a mix between the Beast from the original Beauty and the Beast, and the dog/kangaroo guys from Tank Girl, but with a longer snout. If you don't know, that's a dirty mix between a lion, a bear, a wolf and maybe a little of Venom's tongue (because I am a whore.)
22k words for both parts, I know, mental, but it's worth it ;)
Masterlist Part 1
You must have fallen asleep like that, as once your eyes open it looks to be almost night, the sun dipping past the horizon. The light slipping past your makeshift curtain is a deep red. You ache all over, especially your shoulder, but it doesn't stop you from smiling.
At some point he must have pulled you on top of him, both arms circling you possessively, holding you to his chest like a child's doll. His member has slipped out of you; you can feel the stickiness of his release coating the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.
Breathing changes as he stirs beneath you, opening his eyes in a squint.
“Hey you.”
He murmurs a soft sound from his chest, licking your cheek with his long tongue.
“Ew! Eddie, you've got dog breath.”
“Charrrming.”
You laugh, hitting his chest playfully, shifting above him so you're straddling him.
“We better get cleaned up, I've got to get to the hospital in a few hours.”
Eddie whines, grabbing your hips as you try to stand, pushing your wet heat against his twitching bulge.
“Eddie…”
You breathe out in a warning, but it sounds too needy. He's not listening, rubbing you back and forth over his swelling length.
“Eddie I don't think I can take another round, you were- oh fuck-”
The sentence falters as he catches your clit, setting a thousand butterflies loose in your tummy.
“I’ll… be gentle.”
You hiccup a little laugh, staring down at him with a raised brow.
“I don't think you can.”
“Forrr you… I can.”
You reach out to stroke his fuzzy cheek and he nuzzles into the touch. The affection he shows from that simple gesture has you relenting, guiding his member into you, slipping in easily, his previous sticky release helping its journey.
Sitting back and allowing yourself to revel in the beautiful stretch, you experience that familiar wash of relief, a calm caressing your very soul. Eddie seems to feel it too, letting out a long breath as his shoulders lose tension.
“This feels right,” you confess, hand running down his chest, “like, like-”
His gravelly purr interrupts your spill words, reverberating through your ribcage.
“Like you… werrre made forrr me, sweet-hearrrt.”
It's much slower this time, more of a languid grinding as you both move against each other, that undercurrent of need more of a smouldering heat, rather than the unquenchable fire from earlier. Eddie pants as he watches you, tongue hanging from the side of his mouth as you reach your precipice, your eyebrows knotting and body shuddering around him.
Falling against his form, entirely spent, skin glowing with sweat, you hold onto him as he chases his own release. True to his word, he's much more gentle, gripping your hips and moving you to meet his shallow thrusts. You see his snout scrunch when he's on the brink, just before he pulls you off of him and holds you to his torso. You can feel his cock pumping out his orgasm against your stomach, glueing the pair of you together.
“Eddie, you didn't need to-”
“Last time we werrre… stuck togetherrr, for half hourrr.”
You giggle, astonished at his words.
“Really? Damn, I must have fell asleep.”
“You did. Couldn't move. Was… nice.”
Reaching up to play with the fur on his cheek, you think about what he just said.
“You know, I think that's knotting. You know, like d-”
“If you say… dogs…” He warns, winding a finger in your hair and tugging gently.
“Fine. Canines.”
He grabs you, holding you in place as he slathers your face with his tongue, drooling all over you.
“Eddie! Yuck, stop, stop!”
“Thought I was… dog. This is what dogs do… rrrright?”
You squeal loudly trying to extricate yourself from his hold.
“OK, OK! You're not a dog! Stop!”
He finally relents and you get up, unpeeling from the sticky skin and matted fur of his stomach.
“Right, I'm gonna have a shower before you start humping my leg.”
He snaps his teeth at you playfully as you leave. When you're standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you see why your shoulder hurts so much. There's teeth marks in it; pinpricks of broken skin tinged with blood. They aren't deep, but the redness around them looks like it's going to leave a hell of a bruise. For some reason, you're not mad. The opposite in fact. It feels like a claim. You are his, and this is so the world can see.
Once you're clean and relatively dry, you go into the living area to find some food, throwing on one of Eddie's new t-shirts. It may as well be a dress, the hem kissing your mid thigh.
Something doesn't feel right though. Suddenly there's a rolling in the pit of your stomach, a sense of impending doom. The light streaming through the partially boarded windows is still an ominous red. Risking a look, you peer out of the slats and see the sky.
It's flashing red and blue, as if there's an enormous thunderstorm boiling the heavens, but there's no sound. It looks unnatural, colouring the landscape around in the same foreboding hues. You feel hot, and sick.
Eddie barrels into the room with a towel still around his waist, tackling you to the ground.
“Eddie, whats-”
“Stay low… some-thing coming… smells wrrrong.”
You whisper as quietly as you can.
“What can you smell?”
He takes a moment, snuffling at the air with his eyes closed.
You suppose that's what you get for asking a question about something you can't possibly understand, what with the stark differences in your senses. You try a different tact.
“Have you… smelled it before?”
“Differrrent… but, similarrrr… to up-side-down.”
There's the shoe that you were waiting to drop. Now the feeling in your gut made sense.
“Eddie, you said… friends were coming?”
“Harrrrrington… and Henderrrrson forrr surrre… smell the damn hairrsprrray.”
In spite of the situation, you giggle. He flashes his teeth, dropping his guard for just an instant.
There's a powerful knock at the door that makes you jump. Eddie leaps up and flings it open with such force that it slams into the wooden wall sending dust flying.
You just about make out the figure of a girl with a shaved head and a bloody nose who thrusts an outstretched hand toward Eddie. Dustin's voice rings out behind her.
“Elle no!”
There's a strange force, like a gust of wind with no air that buffets around Eddie's snarling form. You feel it pulling you, ripping you backwards as you roll across the floorboards. Eddie seems unaffected, not moving from his spot.
“Eleven, stop! You think monsters wear pink towels??”
The girl looks baffled and turns to where Dustin is running forward, waving his arms wildly. Steve is following quickly behind. They both look battered and bruised. As Steve comes into focus you see his entire front is covered in blood.
Instincts kicking in, you shoulder past Eddie and run toward him.
“Steve, what happened!”
“It's alright it's not my blood. Eleven, this is Eddie.”
Ah, Eleven. It makes more sense now. The powers, the shaved head.
“Who- is she?”
Eleven stares at you with a confused expression. You introduce yourself, and explain what you think you are.
“...I'm, er, Eddie's girlfriend.”
Eleven's eyes widen but she doesn't say anything. Dustin, however, can't possibly stop the words spilling from his mouth.
“Girlfriend?? Seriously? But-”
“Henderson, focus! That's not important right now!”
“I was just asking, Steve!”
“Well don't we have other stuff we need to-”
“Hey!”
Shocked, you realise the shout came from you.
“Everyone, just calm down and get inside so we can talk, OK?”
Your words seem to cut through all arguments as everybody makes it inside, standing and looking at you for direction. Attempting to keep the authoritative air you've managed to concoct, you order them to sit down whilst you and Eddie get dressed.
When you're no longer feeling so exposed, you come back into the living room holding Eddie's hand.
“Right now, Steve, you first. What the fucks going on?”
He weirdly looks at Eleven first, who gives a curt nod.
“Right, right, so, it's a little-”
Dustin cuts in.
“-Vecna's back from the Upside Down with his Demogorgons and bats and stuff and they're taking over Hawkins and we need Eddie Dog to help defeat him!”
Stumbling back a little stunned, your wide eyes search his vainly for the sign of some prank. There is none.
“So… you're saying there's monsters in Hawkins??”
Steve responds calmly, juxtaposing Dustin’s trembling form.
“ ‘fraid so. Nance and Hopper and everyone else are holed up in the library. Everyone left in the town’s there. Well, everyone who's not dead or ran away.”
“Wait, so Hopper’s alive??”
“Yes! He was captured by evil Russians but Mrs Byers got him back and-”
“Alright, alright,” you hold your palms up to Dustin, “what does Eddie have to do with this?”
“Listen, Henderson's got this theory that Eddie's… powers… came out so he can stop Vecna.”
“But that's absurd, he was bitten!” You turn to Eddie but he looks just as shocked as you.
“Yeah but, we've seen a lot of people today who've been bitten by something. No one else changed.”
“Exactly,” Dustin says, grinning, “Eddie's got super strength now, he's all healed, I bet he's got other powers.”
Eleven starts talking unexpectedly.
“I tried to throw him. He did not move.”
“See!? He's a superhero.”
“So, wait, Eleven can't throw him,” you begin, “but that doesn't mean she can't throw stuff at him. What's to stop Vecna throwing a car or something?”
Everyone looks at Eleven.
Wordlessly, she focuses on a lamp that sits on a side table. To your astonishment, it begins to float in the air, then hurls itself at Eddie with remarkable force. Then the strangest thing happens. It hovers a few inches from Eddie as if stopped by an invisible barrier, then falls to the floor uselessly.
Silence. You break it, voice splitting as it goes high pitched with worry.
“Right, but that doesn't mean Vecna can't hurt him, just because Eleven can't, right? Right??”
Eddie's the one to respond, holding your hands in one bearish paw.
“Sweet-hearrrt, they'rrre rrright… I can help… I should help… need to prrotect the Shirrre… prrrotect you.”
“But-but-” Tears well in your eyes as you stare back at him.
“I need to… otherrrrwise… I am… this… is all a waste.”
You nod, but pull your hands from his and walk into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. The pain is too much to bear. It does make sense, if you were being rational, but right now you aren't rational. Nothing about this is rational. You've just found the love of your life and you might lose him to this stupid fight.
Fuck. You love him.
It's finally clear. The feeling in your stomach, the draw you have toward him, the fire in your veins, in your heart. You barely know him, but you love him.
And now that might get ripped away because of some damn fight that shouldn't have had anything to do with him in the first place.
You perch on the bed, head in your hands as tears leak down your cheeks. There's no fight in you to stop them, grieving for something that hasn't happened yet but seems inevitable. There's whispering in the other room, plans being made, but it all sounds like it's underwater, drowned by the power of your tears.
After a while, Eddie opens the door and shuffles in the room, sitting down on the bed next to you. He slowly starts to explain the plan to you, how Will can sense when Vecna or the monsters are near, how Elle will help clear a path, how he has the strength to defeat him, since Vecna's powers are all he has. He doesn't have the speed or strength that Eddie does.
There's a loaded quiet when he's finished. You're angry, wiping away stray tears fiercely from your face, but you're not angry at him. You're angry at the situation, at Vecna, at the Upside Down. Angry at the powers that seem to be pulling you apart.
“Fine. But I'm coming with you.”
“No,” he snarls, pulling his arm around you, “they need… heal-ers. You… can help.”
“But what if- what if you get hurt?”
“Won't.”
“Promise?”
Staring up whilst you are brimming with tears, he cups your face, looking back at you with soulful eyes.
“I'll do… everrry-thing I can.”
“No!” You shout, tears falling once again as your face heats up, “you can't say that, they say that in the hospital and people die!”
Wringing your hands, flipping them over and over each other in your lap, you barely notice Eddie falling to the floor in front of you.
Then his burly arms are circling you, his maw pushed into your abdomen, inhaling you deeply, sweetly. It stops your incessant fidgeting, fingers resting in his long locks. They wind into his hair, twisting through to massage his scalp as he purrs into the flesh of your stomach.
“Eddie, if you love me you'll come back to me. Do-do you love me, Eddie?”
He looks up at you, deep chestnut eyes searching your face.
One slow blink.
There's a soft knock at the door and Dustin opens it.
“We have to go soon. Are you ready Eddie Dog?”
Eddie growls low in his throat, swivelling to face him on all fours, hackles raised. Dustin immediately attempts to backtrack, arm raised to try and protect his face.
“I mean, I didn't mean- it's from the demogorgon, you know, demodogs, Eddie Dog, I did think DemoEddie but Dog-”
Eddie pounces, pinning Dustin to the ground. Dustin's eyes scrunch shut as he screams, voice breaking in terror.
“Shit shit shiiiiiiiiiit!!!”
You giggle inanely as Eddie licks Dustin's face wetly. He bounds off him and shoots a wink at you, before lending Dustin a hand and dragging him to his feet.
“I am not… a dog.”
Dustin is laughing in relief, nerves racking through it.
“No you're not, I'm sorry I'm sorry-”
Steve appears in the doorway.
“Guys, get in here.”
All mockery forgotten, you make your way into the living space in silence.
“Steve, what's going on?”
“That's just it. Listen.”
You all stop, ears working in overdrive as you all try to hear what he hears. Breaking the quiet spell that had drifted over everyone, you speak.
“I can't hear anything.”
“Exactly. Don't you get it? All over town, all through the woods, there's been these things. Demogorgons, bats, horrible things. But here, there's nothing.”
“Eddie, you smell anything?”
Eddie closes his eyes, snout wiggling in effort as he opens his preternatural senses. His voice rumbles out in its usual gravelly purr.
“That scent… it's herrre, it's on them… up-side-down smell… therrres nothing close by… except a few deerrr.”
Steve holds a hand up, stage whispering to you.
“He can smell that?”
“Yes… and hearrr acrrross rrrooms.”
“Sorry big guy, I just- that's awesome.”
Dustin is beaming, staring at Eddie like he's a superhero. Steve continues, making sure he's looking at Eddie, you notice, keeping him in the conversation.
“So, if those things aren't nearby… maybe, maybe they're afraid of him? Hate to say it but I'm starting to agree with Dustin. Maybe you're supposed to be like this Munson.”
Sighing in acceptance, you turn to Eddie.
“Fine. If you think you can help you should go. Don't let me stop you. But you have to come back to me.”
He gives you a slow blink, and you nod, accepting fate. Then you move into action, grabbing the partially used trauma kit, along with anything else you think might be helpful. Everyone else is doing the same, as if they were waiting for your approval.
Pretty soon you're being bundled into what appears to be a stolen pick up truck with Eddie sitting in the back, as you race back into town.
If you could call it town anymore.
Your mind rolls to every post apocalyptic movie you've ever seen, but none of them compare to it happening in front of your eyes. Crumbling buildings that you recognise send spears of hurt through your heart. Over there, the gas station where you bought your first underage beers, now a smoking wreckage. On your left, the drug store where you used to pick up your mom's prescription, cracked and half buried in rubble.
A cloud of chattering sound passes quickly overhead; you hear Eddie growling low as batlike creatures wing their way to another destination, seemingly unbothered by your presence. It's either that, or they don't want to tangle with your boyfriend. You pray that it's the latter.
Steve takes a sharp left turn and you fling to the side in your seat.
“I thought we were heading to the library, isn't it that way?”
“Yep, if you wanna cross a gorge. The roads opened so wide that nothing can get through.”
The enormity of the situation is sinking into you, winding around your spine, fear clasping you in its unwanted clutches.
Ignore it. Don't recognise it. Turn your back on it. There's people that need your help.
Steve pulls up a few yards away from the library, and you clench your jaw, telling your tears to fuck right off. Now is not the time for tears.
You and Dustin jump out of the truck, and he rushes to the library to bring everyone who needs to be part of this final stand. A final stand that doesn't involve you. A final stand that has the love of your life sitting front and centre.
Running around to the back of the truck you grab Eddie's head firmly in both your hands.
“You- you remember what I said? You need to come back to me, you hear me? ‘Cause if you don't I'll kill you myself. Get it Eddie? You do this and you come back to me!!”
Eddie holds your hands in his enormous paws, enveloping your soft flesh instantly. Nuzzling his snout against your cheek, he breathes in your ear.
“I'll come back… to what's mmine.”
You press fierce hot kisses to the soft fur of his face, over and over, until he pulls you from him, holding your hands away.
“You love me Eddie. I know you do.”
One slow blink.
In an instant, he's gone, quieter than snow. Falling to the floor, you hold your head in your hands, crushed by the barbarity of the situation.
You didn't say it. You didn't tell him you love him too. Saying it out loud would make it more real. Saying it out loud would make the pain worse if you lose him.
Soft fingers pry at you, leading you onward, inside. In a daze you follow, feet on autopilot as you clutch the trauma bag in front of you like a shield.
Inside is a bustle of activity, a hive of ants that all have a purpose and none of them involve you. You're guided gently down onto a seat and the insects run about, fetching food, water, bandages. It all seems to be happening outside of you, following a rhythm that you can't hear.
“Hey, hey!” One of the swarm seems to be addressing you. Tilting your head, you look towards them. It's an older woman; half her face is concealed by a makeshift eyepatch.
“You're a doctor, right? We need someone over here now!”
Instincts take over. Legs rising of their own accord, they march over to a camp bed that's been set up. Another woman lays there, breaths shallow and humanising. There's an enormous gash in her side.
“OK OK, I can help, just don't move too much, I'll try and stop the bleeding.”
Then the next person. And then, the next person.
Mind floating into a subconscious haze, your memories take over. That situation before at the hospital, the textbook you once studied, a hypothetical conversation with a doctor. You take it, all at once, power beyond what should be possible, but you do it.
You do it for him.
Minutes pass into hours unseen as you tear through every available useful item, every strip of gauze from your bag, until it happens.
A pain so profound that grips your shoulder and your heart hard enough for you to look around for the shotgun. It emanates out of the bitemark, pulsing into your veins with alarming force.
“He's hurt.”
Collapsing to the side, you hold a firm hand to your own heart, as if you could will it to slow. Legs give out from under you, your rear landing on the hard surface behind. For a minute you sit, unable to move, unable to think, wondering why everyone around seems so controlled. Don't they realise your entire universe is shattering into splinters before their very eyes?
There's a hand shaking you by the arm, someone asking if you're OK. They lift you, place you in a seat, and keep asking, and asking. Your tongue feels heavy, unable to form words to explain the hurt you're feeling. This deep hurt is rooted into your bone marrow; heavy, hard and cold.
There's a familiar face in front of you, a round childish face with curling boyish locks and a worried expression. Dustin.
“Hey, you there? Can ya hear me?”
Nodding wordlessly, you point to your chest, directly over your heart, eyes wincing in pain.
“Did you get hurt?”
You shake your head, and manage one word.
“Eddie.”
Before Dustin can respond, Nancy runs in, face covered in grime and dark blood, panting for breath.
“They… did it… Hoppers here with Eleven. The gates are closed. But, Eddie-”
Hearing his name you rush back into your body.
“Where is he?”
“Steve and Jonathan are taking him back to the cabin. He's unconscious. He’s… in a bad way, but he's alive.”
He's alive.
“I need to get to him. Dustin, grab any bandages you can find. Nancy, you got a car?”
She nods and leads you outside. The sky has quietened, no longer flashing in supernatural colours. Looking upward, you can almost believe this is a normal night in Hawkins. Taking in the streets, the truth is far from it.
Three monstrous things lay on the sidewalk, covered in some slimy substance and splattered in unnatural blood. Their skin has a blue grey sheen to it, and their limbs are twisted awkwardly. Their heads seem to have been split open, but then you realise it's just one gigantic mouth, unfurling like a gristly lily. The fleshy petals are lined with dozens of tiny sharp teeth.
You press a toe to one of them nervously. Its head lulls to one side, utterly lifeless.
“Hey I got the band- Holy shit!!”
Dustin's voice cracks mid sentence, then he sighs in relief when he realises the monsters are dead. Nancy calls at you both to hurry and you bundle into the car as she races through the cracked, ruined streets of Hawkins.
The gas station, the shops, town hall, it's all unimportant. What matters is getting to Eddie. You need to save him.
Suddenly a heavy feeling in your chest lifts, but not in comfort. It's as if someone's tugged a weighted blanket off of you, exposing your vulnerability for the world to see. Eddie's presence, once a firm hold coddling your heart, is reduced to a whisper of a thought. Gossamer threads tie you instead of lead ropes that you hadn't even realised were there until they were nearly gone.
“Nancy, we need to hurry, he's almost gone!”
She doesn't question how you know, just presses her foot to the accelerator and bombs through Hawkins and onto the familiar country road. She gets as near as the woods will allow, until you're yanking the door open and continuing on shaky legs, feet pounding at the bracken and tears streaming from the corners of your eyes.
A singular thought races through your mind with each footfall. Save him. Save him. Like a heartbeat.
The cabin starts to appear out of the darkness, the lights inside a beacon of hope. As you reach the front door it flies open, Steve standing in the frame.
His hair is sticking out in every direction; part of it is plastered to his forehead with blood. A bat with nails in it is hanging limply at his side and his clothes are torn. There's gashes in his front, as if gigantic claws had swiped at him. Previously you would have stopped, gaping at his wounds in horror and done anything you could to help, but after everything you've seen tonight they seem almost trivial.
“Is he here?”
Steve takes a deep breath in, swinging the bat at his side as if on instinct.
“He's here, I guess. He was awesome, then- he wasn't him, in the end. He's not said a word after Vecna, then when Mrs- well, he passed out. Just, be careful.”
You nod and shoulder your way through, past a long haired guy with the intense expression who you assume is Jonathan, and into the bedroom.
It's a familiar scene, so much so that it borders on comfort. He's strapped down to the bed, a belt wrapped around his feral maw. His breaths are shallow and wet sounding. A snarling whistle of a snore escapes on each exhale.
His wounds are deep, much deeper than before. There's blood pooling at his side from a gaping wound, it looks like one of those bastard monsters took a bite out of him. That seems the worst damage, that and a bite on his shoulder that almost mirrors your own. You'd laugh at the irony if you weren't so upset. On top of that, there are so many scrapes and claw marks and bruises that it makes your heart ache.
“One of you, come in here and help me.”
Steve appears in the door frame, bat held high as if Eddie were about to pounce.
“Steve, put the bat down. I need your help cleaning these wounds.”
He lowers his arm and moves nearer to you, but doesn't let the bat go.
“I don't think you get it. When Vecna- when he realised he couldn't hurt him, those demogorgons got him. He fought three of them at once and then he… well, he tore Vecna in half. Since then he's not… he was a beast. Tried to attack me and Hopper, until Mrs Byers whacked him over the head, knocked him out cold. I'm not sure he's Eddie, anymore.”
There's a tug at your heart, a spindly web like thread that pulls you to your love.
“He's weak, but he's there. I know it. Help me clean these wounds and bind them before he bleeds out.”
The two of you work in silence, Steve flinching when Eddie stirs, but he doesn't wake up. When the hole in his side is padded with gauze and tightly bound with bandages, you work on the rest. There's just so many injuries, it's a wonder he's still alive and hasn't bled out yet.
When it's done, with Eddie patched and bandaged as well as you know how, you collapse onto the floor, hands on your knees. All you can do is wait for him to wake up. That's if he wakes up. If he wakes up as him, and not some mindless beast.
“Listen, you've done what you can. You're awesome, really.”
Steve's hand grasps yours on top of your knee.
“If he's gonna come back for anyone, he'll come back for you.”
The smile he flashes melts your heart as he gets up to leave. A second later, he returns with a musty blanket and a worn cushion. You take them gratefully and get comfortable on the floor, hoping against hope that your love wakes up.
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A roaring growl shatters through your nerves and startles you awake, rocketing through your senses before you have a chance to think. Hot breath blows across your face, messing your hair and making you blink in its turbulence.
Eddie's on all fours on top of you, crouched low and teeth bared, bindings in tatters all about you. The belt is gone from his jaw; you can only assume he managed to break it with sheer force. A dribble of slobber hangs from his maw; for some reason it's all you can focus on. It wobbles in your vision, as you scramble for some way to get through to him.
He barks roughly, snapping his teeth barely an inch from your face.
“N-now, you listen to me, Eddie!”
Your voice squeaks, belying the stern demeanour you're attempting to convey. He growls low, crouching even further over you, giving you an undeniable urge to flee. You can't, not with Eddie on top of you. Not just that, you know deep within your bones that if you attempt to escape, you're dead.
It suddenly dawns on you that it doesn't matter. You could just throw yourself out there and be eaten. Sure, it'd be painful, but since he's hovering right over your jugular it'd probably be quick. Living without him seems far worse. Or, you might just succeed, and live.
There's no time for hesitation and pleasantries. So, you grasp the fur around his maw and clutch it desperately, fingers winding into his pelt. His eyes widen, jaw closing slightly, and you take the opportunity to pull his head closer. Your forehead sits flush with his, searching his eyes for any sign of the Eddie you know.
“Eddie Munson, you listen to me! You know who I am! Can't you smell it? My smell, your smell? You're mine, and I'm yours. You promised you'd come back to me! So do it, come the fuck back to me or I swear I'll kill you myself!”
Releasing one hand, you pull your t-shirt over your shoulder and show him the mark he left you.
“You see this? You know what this is? Remember, Eddie!”
There's a flicker in his hard gaze, a flash of something that just might be your Eddie. Pressing his snout to the mark, he inhales deeply. Then, he's pressing his jaw to yours, nuzzling your neck with his nose. Moving your head to meet his affection, you rub your faces against each other. The tension in the room dissipates as you finally start to see the human behind the beast.
As he pulls his face away, you stare deep in his eyes.
‘I love you Eddie Munson. I knew you'd come back. You had to, because you love me too. Right?”
One slow blink.
Then, he's falling to the floor on his side, seemingly exhausted with the strain. There's no way you'll be able to get him back into the bed, so you throw your blanket around you both and snuggle into his warm pelt before you fall asleep in his arms.
When you finally wake up, he's still asleep breathing heavily through his nose. The breaths sound much better than before, a stark difference from the heavy, wet sound he was making previously.
Every joint hurts from sleeping on the wooden floor. You stretch in place, click your elbows, and glance back down at Eddie.
Even a few hours seems to have helped Eddie with his recovery. The small grazes you didn't bother to cover up are completely healed; just tiny fine lines of scars are all that's left, like the inking of a delicate pen.
You try to stand up but Eddie's heavy paw is resting on your hip, keeping your back flush to his torso.
“Eddie,” you whisper, half ashamed to disturb him, “I need to move, my back hurts.”
One chestnut eye blinks roughly at you then opens, shrivelling from the light pouring through your ad hoc curtains. He's not said a word yet, a fact that is eating your insides up with worry, but you don't mention it.
He pushes himself off of the floor, managing to stand shakily before flopping to the bed. Even this small movement has him exhausted beyond what should be possible.
“Eddie, do you want me to get you something to eat? You know, to help the healing?”
Those soulful deep eyes bore into you, stretching time for just a moment. Then he blinks deliberately at you, twice.
“No? So, what can I do?”
Wordlessly, he holds his arms out. You crawl into his embrace as he clutches you to his chest tightly, as if he's scared you'll run away. You couldn't though. Not now, not ever.
********************
After a few hours, he's breathing deeply, and you risk moving to the living space. Once you enter you see Steve and Jonathan there. Nancy climbs out of an armchair and makes her way towards the group, diplomatically standing exactly between them.
“We didn't want to disturb. How's he doing?”
Nancy's soft voice breaks the quiet and you allow her a small smile.
“Great. I mean, he's healing like crazy, seems to be something he can do, and he remembers me for sure. He's not spoken yet, but give him time.”
She beams at you, then flashes a thousand watt smile at Steve. Shaking her head slightly, apparently at her own actions, she grabs Jonathan's hand and gives it a squeeze. You don't miss the slight frown that flickers on Steve's face, or the little wanton appraising look he gives Jonathan. It's funny, viewing something from an outsider's perspective. They're the perfect little threesone and they don't seem to even know it.
There's a stirring noise from the bedroom and you run immediately toward it. Eddie's sitting up in bed; it looks like he's trying to inspect the hole in his side with clumsy fingers.
“Hey, it's OK Eddie, don't touch it. I'm gonna look after you, alright?”
A flicker of relief passes across his face and he settles down into the mattress, placated.
You inspect the wound; his recovery is remarkable but there's still a way to go before it's healed. By rights he shouldn't be breathing at all.
“It looks good, it'll take a while to heal completely but I think you're gonna be alright.”
A large hand reaches tentatively to your face and cups it, shaking slightly with the effort. His face scrunches, an internal pain crossing it that seems too much to bear. Then, words emerge.
“...love… you.”
Instantly welling with tears, you cup his hand in your own.
“I love you too Eddie. Now sleep, you need to rest. I'll bring you some water, and some food in a while to get your strength back up.”
He blinks slowly at you, then settles his head back into the mattress, palm dropping from your cheek almost instantly as he falls asleep. You take the cushion from the floor and anchor his head up, slipping it underneath so he doesn't strain his neck.
Staring at him for a moment looking so peaceful makes your eyes well. Wiping furiously at your face, you disperse the tears and turn towards the doorway.
“You alright?”
Steve's standing there, thankfully no longer holding a bat. You nod and walk out of the room with him, after a final glance at Eddie's sleeping form.
********************
Now the danger has passed, the rest of them leave to go get some much needed sleep. The snippets you've been told about the battle for Hawkins sounded bloody and taxing, they all need to recuperate.
When Eddie starts eating you breathe another sigh of relief. It's a good sign. He seems to be having trouble again with picking things up and using words but it's getting better by the hour.
Collecting a bucket from outside, you fill it with warm water and grab some soap and a washcloth from the bathroom, then take it to the bedroom. Eddie's sitting up in bed, having just finished a whole chicken. He's licking juices from his furred fingers when you walk in.
“Hey, that good? Want any more?”
“Good… forrr now.”
You smile at him and waddle over with the heavy bucket. Placing it on the ground with a heavy thud, you soak the cloth and add some soap to it.
“What… doing?”
“Oh, well you've got too many bandages on for me to clean you in the tub, so I thought I'd wash you in here, if that's alright.”
Flashing his teeth in the epitome of a wolfish grin, he purrs out a response as he whips off the blanket covering him.
You roll your eyes but you're smiling as you do it, and help him wriggle out of his sweatpants. He's naked, cock already kicking up with your proximity.
“This isn't about that, Eddie!”
“-Orry.”
“And don't just drop your s'es to be cute, I know you can say them!”
He gently grasps your hand in his and you melt just a little.
You start cleaning him as best as you can, tenderly mopping in between the bandages, taking care to remove as much of the crusted blood and grime as possible.
As you work, you feel his furred finger curl under your chin, guiding you to look at him.
“Eddie?”
“You… rrreally carrrre about… mme, don't you?”
Trying to move out of his grip shyly, he holds your chin firmly waiting for your reply.
“I mean, yes, of course. I told you Eddie, I love you.”
Damp fingers twine in his thick burly hand. His eyes are on you but seeing through you, deep in thought. You squeeze his fingers in encouragement.
“What's on your mind, Eddie?”
He huffs a laugh, shaking his head.
“It's stu-pid… I just thought… when it all ended… when gate closed… I'd go back… be norrrmal.”
Emotion floods those brandy hued eyes, you force a lump in your throat to go away.
“Eddie, you've never been normal,” you say, smiling at him, whilst he growls a little chuckle in his throat, “but that's not a bad thing. You're different Eddie. You've always been different. You're odd, and funny, and intense. I love you, and not in spite of those things. Because of them. Because you're you.”
Eddie roughly rubs a hand over his eyes to disguise the tears.
“Love you… what the fuck… did I do… to deserrrve you.”
“Don't know, but it must have been pretty awesome.”
You smile as you finish cleaning him, drying him off as best as you can, and let him get more rest. It seems each time he naps his healing quickens exponentially, so you encouraged as many as you could.
It was late evening by the time you saw him again. You had fallen asleep on the couch in front of the TV, curled up wearing Eddie's black t-shirt and nothing else, with a cushion between your knees for comfort.
There was warm pressure just on the inside of your thigh, a heaviness that for some reason made you feel safe.
Cracking one eye open, you see Eddie is sitting on the floor facing you, his furred cheek resting on your leg. His snout is just breaching the hem of the t-shirt, dangerously close to your heat.
“Eddie, what are you doing?”
He takes a deep breath in and your cheeks flood with embarrassment.
“I miss-ed you… miss-ed this.”
“We can't, like, do anything Eddie, not until you're healed.”
Lifting his head up, he points wordlessly to his side. The bandage has been removed. Amazingly, it's knotted scar tissue; a few tufts of fur are growing on it already. In a few days you'd be surprised if you could even tell the near life threatening blow had even happened.
He makes a little satisfied noise at the praise and sits up, towering over you on the sofa.
“So… arrre we good? Forrr… a little game?”
Tilting your head, you mockingly appraise him, looking him up and down and checking each knot of scars.
“Well… seems I can give you the all clear. What did you have in mind?”
Opening his maw, he flicks his tongue over his teeth, and stares at you hungrily.
“I've got… an i-dea.”
He stands up and pulls you to your feet, reminding you again of the sheer size of him, and wordlessly leads you to the back door.
When you're outside, the lack of noise really strikes you. There's not a sound in the woods. An eerie quiet washes over you, making each breath, each heartbeat all the louder. The air is crisp, but not freezing. It nips at your bare legs, trailing goosebumps up your thighs. You look up at the sky; a beautiful array of shining stars fill it, and the moon provides a little light so you can make out the dark shadow of trees about you. It's ethereal and beautiful.
“It's really pretty Eddie, but what's this got to do with a game?”
He stands just behind you, firmly grabbing you by your hips as he bends to speak in your ear.
“We'rrre tied… in ourrr little chases… thought we could…”
“Out here? In the dark? Eddie what if theres-”
“Nothings herrre… animals fled frrrom the monsterrrs… can smell. It's just you… and mme.”
The thought sends a little shiver down your spine, pins and needles rushing from the base of your neck.
“You like the… i-dea. Can tell.”
You curse your own body for betraying you, but he's absolutely right. You're already wet just thinking about it and it's starting to dampen your thighs. A heat floods through you, making you forget about the cold.
“OK… say I'm interested, what are the rules?”
“Two minutes head starrrt… then, when I catch you…” He playfully licks the shell of your ear, “I can do… whateverrr I want.”
“Within reason?” You say, voice already shaking.
“Within… rrreason.”
“Five minutes.”
“Thrrrree.”
“Done.”
Immediately you tear away from his grasp and run, giving him no time to think about it. The forest floor is surprisingly soft under your bare feet, a carpet of pine needles allowing you to run comfortably, unhindered.
Your ears are occupied by the sound of your own beating heart. It's pumping wildly in your chest, pure adrenaline coursing through your veins, making each decision. You zig zag, double back a little, and turn in a circle, to try and throw him off the scent. A part of you wishes there was a river nearby to help confuse the trail further. Then again, most of you is glad there isn't. It's not like you don't want to be caught.
A fallen branch makes you trip and you sprawl unseen in the dark. The rush is still there, but you try to be more careful and take a little time looking for anything on the ground that could harm you. Squinting in the dark, you make out a huge stone in front of you which could have seriously injured you. Skirting around it, there's a copse of close together trees to one side. Then, there's an alrighty roar.
He sounds so close, you must have made less progress than you thought. Dashing for the trees, you enter a little circle of pines and press your back against one panting for breath. You can hear him now. It sounds like he's galloping through the forest on all fours, crashing through branches and twigs like a hot knife through butter.
You daren’t move, you daren’t breathe. This close there's no chance he won't hear you. Thighs clenching so hard you're in danger of losing blood flow, you feel your slick covering them, nearly slipping apart because of it. It's uncanny; you don't know why your body seems to have this visceral reaction to his presence, but really you don't need to know. All you know is that this feels so right, so natural for you, that it's accepted without hesitation.
The absence of noise is what makes you jump. One minute there's crashing and breaking branches; the next, silence. You grip onto the rough bark, fingers white knuckling in fervent anticipation.
You hear him then, soft footfalls crunching and sniffing noises. Keeping your back pressed firmly against the tree trunk, you try to breathe as quietly as you can. Each second that goes by feels like it stretches on for an eternity, as you hear him get closer and closer… and then walk past behind you. Breath leaving you in a gasp, you relax your muscles slightly.
Until he's directly in front of you, completely naked, the sheer weight of him pressed up against you as he pins both your arms by your sides. His cock is throbbing against your stomach, huge and painfully hard. Bending his head to your level, his snout nudges your ear.
“I win… you’rrre mmine.”
He nips at your neck, his sharp teeth breaking the skin. Pain blossoms out from the mark, but it's followed by a wave of pleasure that sends another wash of wetness out of you.
Eddie growls so deeply that you shiver, and suddenly your world is shooting upward as he grasps you firmly by the ass and lifts you up, your t-shirt riding up to your chest. The hard bark of the tree is pressing into your naked skin as he holds you there like a play thing, claws digging in your flesh. His tongue laps through your folds, tasting you with such ferocity that it makes you moan wantonly, your nails scraping into his scalp, hanging on for dear life.
Cloying heat is surrounding you, suffocating you. You pull the shirt over your head and toss it in a vain attempt to get some relief but it's no use. Eddie's tongue is buried inside your tight cunt, a dizzying tornado that's making your head spin, but you need more.
“Fuck- please Eddie, I-I need- oh God- I need you inside me.”
He lifts your back off of the tree, then slams your spine against the rough wood, expelling all breath from your lungs. He's shaking his head back and forth, long snout rubbing over your clit. A hard no, but it's setting fireworks off inside you all the same. He lets up for a moment, just one, rumbling out words so close to your pussy you feel the warm air of his breath and the vibration of it on your clit.
“You want me… so bad… then fuckin’ cum. Now.”
His thumb breaching your weeping sex is a complete surprise. It's just so thick; moving inside you with such animalistic intensity that you're clenching and coming with an obscene scream directed at the heavens. You crumble to ash and dust within his very clutches, the smouldering fire flaming bright and burning all of you, inside and out.
There's no time to recover, to breathe. He slides you down the tree trunk and onto his waiting member, forcing it inside with barely any warning. Tears spring from the corners of your eyes as he forcibly lifts you by your hips and slams you back down, over and over, his powerful thrusts pulling whimpers out of you. You're just so full, his swollen length pulsing inside, throbbing you to ecstasy.
The strings tighten inside you, firming the pressure in your belly, which suddenly snaps, dissolving into an intense wave of pleasure that gushes from your hole and threatens to push him out due to its violence. He shudders with you, holding you close and grinding into you, helping you ride it out with almost gentle movements that bely the ferality he displayed only moments ago. Your foreheads touch softly, breaths in tandem.
For a second you think he's finished. You couldn't be further from the truth. His voice is strained, as if he's trying to keep it under control.
“You… do that… again.”
Before you can blink his knuckles are dragging harshly over your clit, back and forth, sending a shiver through your spine on each rough pass.
“Eddie- oh holy- oh fuuuck!”
You're barely able to speak, to think. Sentences fail to form, in fact your bordering on drooling at the way he's fucking you dumb. In moments you're clenching around him, walls fluttering uncontrollably as you sob out another release, muscles contracting involuntarily and quivering all over your body. After a while, you realise you're weeping, tears streaming with no barriers to stop them.
It still doesn't stop Eddie and his violent conquest over your form. He seems intent on owning you, ruining you, taking every last ounce of pleasure out of you to leave you a shattered blubbering mess. It's as if he needs to get his pain and anguish out; it's pouring from him and into each movement of his hips.
“Again.”
Sobs are bubbling out of your mouth, wet and round, spit gathering at the corners.
“Eddie, I- I can't-”
“Again!”
Then he's pinching your clit hard between thumb and forefinger, as his teeth nip at your breast. The overbearing pain and the zealous pleasure are too much. Shamefully, you release yet again, slick running down your legs and onto the forest floor in a sticky web.
It's only then that he holds you close, hard arms snaking around your back as your legs shake wildly either side of his hips. His bearish hands grasp you tightly as he throbs his own messy climax deep inside you, roaring loudly, pulsing and pulsing until you've milked him dry. Even then he remains, hard and swollen, locked in and unable to separate.
His touch is far more gentle now, lifting you by the hips as if you are to be cherished and placing your back softly to the pine needle covered ground. He hovers over you, almost in fear of breaking you, one rough hand stroking at the delicate skin of your cheek. Staring into his eyes, you see the shame harbouring within them.
Before he can speak, you're grasping his furred cheeks and holding his gaze.
“Eddie, it's OK, honestly. I mean, it was a little rough… but fuck me… that was amazing. You're amazing.”
He nuzzles into you, deeply breathing in your smell as he cuddles you in the softest embrace.
“-Orry.”
“You trying to be cute with me again, Eddie Munson?”
Your stern words just earn you another squeeze, a slightly tighter hold from his firm arms. For a while you lay there, feeling the other's heartbeat and listening to nothing but the wind between the trees.
It takes a bit, but the knot finally subsides and you are able to extricate yourselves from its hold. As soon as Eddie's comforting arms are no longer around you, you start to shiver massively.
“Need.. get you home… climb on.”
He's on all fours, crouching low in front of you like a tamed lion.
“You've got to be fucking kidding me.”
There's a soft rumble in his throat that almost sounds like laughter.
“Get on… beforrrre you frrreeze.”
You can't really argue with that.
Hesitating with your knee up high, you're trying to work out where you need to be. You've never ridden a… a wolf? A lion? A monster? Briefly, you think you've never ridden an Eddie, but you blush profusely when you remember that's simply not true.
Finally deciding on swinging your leg over near his waist at the thinnest part of him, you settle into the soft fur. He swings a paw up and grasps your hand, leading it toward the longer hair down his spine.
“Might want… to hold on… sweet-hearrrt.”
You twine your fingers delicately into the thicker part of his pelt. That is, until he starts running on all fours through the trees. You grip tightly when you feel the sudden rush of speed, fingers losing blood as you hold on in fear of crashing to the floor.
Once the initial shock is over, it's electrifying; a thrilling, hedonistic mix of riding a horse and a motorcycle at once. The wind whips through your hair and stings your uncovered skin, making you feel oh so alive. The constant push and pull of powerful muscles beneath you make you realise just how strong Eddie is. It suddenly dawns on you that no matter how rough he's been with you, he's holding back. If he showed you half his power you doubt you'd live to tell the tale. That stark realisation has you falling for him all over again.
It's that power that seems to flow up from him and through you. You feel like some sort of heathen queen, riding through the forest on your monstrous steed, naked as the day you were born. Wild, savage, and formidable.
Too soon, your impromptu ride is over as he lopes toward the lights of the cabin, eventually coming to a stop. Sliding off of his mighty form, you land on both feet practically buzzing with excitement, caring not a jot for the fact that you were still naked.
“Eddie, that was incredible! We need to do that again, like, every night. Fuck, I'm shaking!”
You beam at him, glowing inside and out.
“If anyone else… said that… I'd bite them. But… it's you. I'll be you’rrre… steed.”
“You just want me to ride you again.”
In the short time you've been together, you've gotten used to the subtle signs in his face, in the looks in his eyes, enough to be able to read him. You don't need any of those though, not when his usual whiskey eyes are blackened with desire.
“You… not done?”
Grinning profusely, you open the back door and beckon him with your finger.
“Nope.”
“You… animal.”
You laugh; a messy, loud, belly laugh at the pure irony of the situation.
Walking into the bedroom, you watch him follow you in. There's pine needles stuck in his fur, and mud crusted into his hands and feet. The very air surrounding him is of forests; of damp and bark and moonlight.
All it's doing is stirring up your insides further. Right now, this heathen queen needs her monster king.
“Lay down.”
He huffs lowly, towering over your tiny form.
“You… telling mme… what to do?”
“Yes. I am. You got a problem?”
You push lightly at his chest, making him collapse mockingly onto the bed, face twisted in taunting pain, as if you had caused him serious harm.
“Don't… hurrrrt mme, prrrincess.”
“I wasn't going to… hurt you, exactly.”
You straddle his body, backwards, mouth hovering near his already firm length as your ass swings tantalisingly just out of reach of his drooling maw.
“Now…. Sweet-hearrrrt, fuuuck… so unfairrr…”
You can feel the breath expelling from his mouth, the way the sweep of his tongue creates air that is failing to make it between your folds. It makes your cunt throb from the lack of attention, still puffy and drooling from your encounter in the woods.
You lick a firm stripe from his heavy balls to the tip of his engorged purple member, watching it shiver with the affection. There's a salty, brutish taste to him, mixed with the sweet, feminine tang of you, that makes you want to lick him over and over. Rolling the tip of his weighty length into your mouth, you roll it around with your tongue, licking any trace of you and him together away, to be stored in your memories forever.
“Sweet-hearrrt… please!”
He's panting, each short breath firing bursts of air at your cunt. You don't let up, not yet, suckling at his tip, pressing firm kisses to the slit on the tip. He's growling and whining, muscles twitching all over.
There's no way you can take more than a third of his threatening member into your mouth, but you do what you can, stroking firmly with both hands what you cannot take. Spit dribbles out of your mouth and down to your fisted palms, wetting the rest of his length with soaked, messy need.
He roars, lion-like behind you, fingers pressing further bruises into your soft flesh. You don't let up, you can't. You need to make him tremble beneath you; to feel those controlling muscles fold under the feel of your mouth.
The thrust up into your wet lips has you gagging around his length, gargling and spluttering around his thick head. You can't chide him for it, not since the movement sets your insides ablaze with need.
He curls as hard as his spine will allow; the tip of his tongue ghosting over your slick heat. Quivering, you let up on your assault with your mouth, and twist so you can face him. Whines and whimpers expel from his throat as his thick fingers wind around your waist. Before they can contort into growls and snarls, you sink down onto his slippery cock, all the way to the hilt, as if he were the perfect sword to your tight sheath.
“Lay back and relax… There's a good boy.”
Instead of taking control, he gives it to you. A whine, high pitched and needy, rolls out of his mouth.
Bending down, with him still flush inside you, you press your pretty lips against his slathered maw. Open mouthed kisses are pressed onto his jaw, tongue sneaking in and feeling his pointed fangs delicately. He licks purposely into your mouth, dancing against your tensed muscle.
Grinding hard into him, his solid weapon presses harshly against your g spot, stars forming in the corners of your eyes. He sits up so he can lace his thick arms around you, as if he needed to be even closer somehow. Responding in kind, you position your legs around him, holding tight as he thrusts up into you.
Sweat is glistening, dripping down your spine at the proximity of his boiling hot body. Your fingers wind into the thicker fur on his spine as he rocks into you, feeling him in your very core.
Suddenly he's grasping your hips, about to pull you off him. Whining, you shake your head, forcing yourself back down.
“I'mm gonna-”
“I know, please, I need to feel it, fill me up, please!”
Those words are all it takes for Eddie, pushing him over that precipice, free falling into ecstasy. You join him, plummeting into your own release as the feel of his knot consumes you.
For a while you hold each other, the only clue that time had failed to stop being your panting breaths. Your head is snuggled into the soft coat of his neck, his chin resting on the top of your head. As his hardness finally begins to subside you still remain, the sanctitude of the moment ongoing. It feels as if it will be an ongoing memory to play on a loop in the back of your mind, forever.
********************
The following two weeks flew by in a hum buzz of activity. You're pulling shift after shift at the hospital and helping out at the emergency shelter when you can. The town is pulling together, trying to heal and coming to terms with what will forever be a little bit broken.
Eddie's mood has been in a shifting, unstable state since the night he defeated Vecna. The nightmares were the worst part of it; on more than one occasion you've had to physically hit him to get him to wake up and stop thrashing in panic on the bed. You try to soothe with words, soft touches and kindness. It's helping, but you know he's got a long way to go.
Being busy has helped. He and Hopper have come to form an odd friendship. To his credit, Hopper never treated Eddie any different despite his appearance. In fact, he said he's one of ‘Hawkins’ finest upstanding citizens’, since he can't go out and cause trouble. It's not like he can be the town's weed supplier, after all.
Eddie needed something to do. Hopper understood that deeply, he explained, from his own past traumas and grief. So, he started towing cars to the cabin, getting Eddie to fix them up and send them back as an impromptu mechanic. Fixing things and earning a little money have certainly improved his mood. When he wasn't doing that he was working on the cabin which was starting to feel like home.
You're on your way there right now. After the conversation you had with Hopper this morning, a huge smile is glued to your face.
Approaching your home, you see Eddie outside working on a car. When he sees you he bounds over, grabbing the two enormous suitcases you've been struggling with and lifting them with ease.
“What's all… this?”
“Take them inside, I've got some news.”
He does as you ask, depositing them on the floor before he holds you close, snout breathing in your scent at the crook of your neck.
“Eddie, I spoke with Hopper. He's agreed to give us the cabin for nothing. I just gave away my apartment, so I can stay here with you.”
Eddie barks with delight, picking you up and spinning you around. You giggle, holding onto his shoulders. He presses his maw to your tummy, breathing you in.
When he puts you down on the floor, there's a queer look in his eye.
“Eddie, something wrong?”
Shaking his head, he falls to his knees so he can look you in the eyes as he holds both your hands in one enormous paw.
“Not wrrrong… differrrrent. We'll need the cabin, forrr all of us.”
You tilt your head, confused.
“What do you mean? There's only me and you.”
Staring at you as if to gauge your reaction, he presses one bearish hand to your stomach reverently. The hint isn't lost on you, eyes widening in disbelief.
“Eddie, are you saying that you think I'm… pregnant?”
One slow blink.
Legs wobbling, you sit on the floor in front of him.
“I'm on birth control, I mean, surely I can't be… are you sure?”
Eddie taps his nose.
“I'm sure. Is it… a prrroblemm?”
Searching your thoughts you realise it isn't. It really isn't. There's nothing you want more than to spend your life with him, to have a family, no matter what that looks like.
“No, not at all. It's a little… fast, but I want this.”
Holding your cheek with his rough hand, he makes sure you keep your eyes trained on him.
“Are you surrre? What… if it's…”
He gestures to himself, in all his monstrous glory. Cupping his hand on your face, you shake your head.
“I don't care if we have a baby, or a-a cub, or a pup, as long as it's yours and mine.”
He holds you then, softly and close as you twine your fingers into his thick pelt.
A life lies before you, one that you couldn't have possibly predicted. A fairytale life; one where the monster gets the girl, and gets the happily ever after.
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Eddie x Original Female Character Pt 8 of Eldath's Priestess 3963 Words
Warning: SMUT (18+ only), description of facial deformities, monster fucking, rough sex, thigh fucking, inhuman shween, biting, messy sex. Allusions to past "carrion" eating, body horror, gore, stitches.
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Summary: Eddie can no longer keep up the lie. But can Judy handle the beast he becomes under Vecna's frenzy?
The frenzy was coming soon. The need to hunt gnawed at the back of Eddie’s head, raising what little hackles he had. He insisted they wait to change his stitches. Rather than tell them why, he explained that he needed to prepare himself.
He sat on the couch with Judy nestled in the crook of his arm. And like the magical psychic she was, Judy looked up at him and spoke. “You okay, baby?”
He was silent, contemplating whether to lie again. But one look in her gray eyes, he decided against it. His lips parted to push out a shaky sigh. “Getting hungry.”
“Like normal hungry…?”
He shook his head, his curls dancing over her face. Judy grinned, shimmying out of his arm and sweeping her leg over his hip. She stroked down his shoulders, settling in his lap. Oh. Sexy hungry. Eat you out hungry. She knew it, smiling. “You can feed on me.”
All Eddie did was just stare at her shoulder, face sullen. No amount of her grinding herself against him could stir him out of it. Her smile dropped as she dismounted, kneeling between his legs. Her fingers cradling his face, trying to catch his eyes.
“It’s not a joke.” He whispered, “I don’t know what to do.”
“Okay,” Judy cooed, “okay, baby. What did you do before?”
He managed a choked whine, clamping his eyes shut and shaking his head. His chest heaved in short bursts, hyperventilating before letting go in a cry from behind his teeth. His brow dropped onto her shoulder, crying against whatever fabric she was wearing.
He shuddered like a flower caught in a harsh wind, cradled in Judy’s arms. Finally, he collected himself enough to tell her. Admit his most horrible act as he dragged himself through hell.
“I feasted on the…” He blinked hard, regaining himself, “the dead. Carrion. Like a vulture. There were so many, and I didn’t even think. It was like something was eating through me. I was still hungry, my stomach felt empty, but the nagging pain, the creature in my arms and legs, thrashing behind my eyes, was at peace. It would happen every week, and when my mouth would heal, every time, the seams would split open again. It’s why I keep my face stitched up. Why I stayed away, even when I had a mind of my own.” Eddie’s soft gaze met Judy’s, pleading for some solace in his confession, “I’m a monster, Judy.”
But Judy was silent. Her heart ached, broken for a boy who was never malicious. Not for as long as she knew him. Taking a beat with a soft smile in her eyes, she made her decision. She would take care of him. She gave his shoulders a squeeze before standing. “Is it blood, or just flesh?”
“Both.”
“Does the source matter?” She turned to the window.
“No.”
“Okay,” she watched the cars pass by her house, “let me take care of it.”
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Who knew meat was so heavy? Several pounds of shoulder, brisket, and offal (edible organs) hung off her body from various plastic bags. The last was cradled in her arms in a paper bag. A liter of pigs blood. She was still bristling at the interaction she had with the butcher.
“I don’t keep Kosher.” Was all she should have had to say. Not play 20 questions with a man she’d never see again, God willing.
She entered to see Wayne and Margie at the dinner table. Eddie was hiding out in her room.
“Did he tell you what was going on?”
“Didn’t have to, a lot of people have been swooped at by those bat things tonight. Those weird beasts running in the woods. Animals dead. Must be like a feeding frenzy.” Wayne said plainly, nodding to Judy’s bounty, “those for him?”
“Yeah, enough to equate to a quarter of an adult male. I hope it’s enough to sate it and make it easier for him.” She admitted, hauling the bags to the counter. “Don’t know how to prepare it, though. I don’t want him to feel like an animal.”
Margie rested a hand on Judy’s shoulder, “I think I can help with that. I’ve read all about preparing offal. Those will be untouched. As for the meat, I think giving him a variety will make it more sensible. Let’s unwrap what we will use now, stash the other in the cooler. The new fridge will be delivered tomorrow.”
Judy’s aunt was always a wonderful cook, even if there was no actual cooking involved. Her palate was second to none, and in another life, she would have easily beaten the best chefs of the era. Her plate dressing was the most notable, as she could dress even the most grotesque creation beautifully. The way her hands sliced and handled the cuts of beef and pork, the way she heated the blood and thickened it to form a gravy, it was as if she was preparing the grandest meal for the highest king.
As Judy carried the tray to her bedroom, she couldn’t help but marvel at the meal. Eddie met her at the door, mouth covering his face. His eyes wide in fear, Eddie nudged Judy out of the way as he bolted to the bathroom. He stopped in the doorway, looking to the tray in Judy’s hands.
“Oh uh, thanks!” He slipped the food from her hands.
Before she could say, “you’re wel-” He closed the door and turned on the fan.
There was no click of the lock, but Judy respected the little privacy that piece of wood provided him. She simply slid down the wall beside the door, sitting and listening for him to call for her when he was finished.
But she didn’t hear him speak, only hiccupping sobs and feverish gnashing of teeth ricochetting off the walls of the shower. He groaned and sighed as the meat traveled down his throat, the beast within him sounding pleased. He slurped the thickened blood and continued to consume all that was before him. The fan covered up any other sounds. In fact, the only one who could hear anything was Judy. Eddie would appreciate that once the frenzy was over.
That’s when she heard him whine, hyperventilating. No more chewing sounds, no more scarfing and grunting. There was a thump on the shell of the shower, then the sound of the faucet starting and then the shower head. Another whine, and then sobs, as quiet as he could be.
“Eddie, are you okay?” Her fist gently rapped at the door, “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” came a breathy voice, before trying again to be heard, “yeah.”
She did so, sliding through the smallest crack she could make before closing the door behind her. Eddie was in the shower, the curtain had been removed. He had rummaged through the garage when Judy was out gathering his meat, bringing out a large, heavy drop-cloth. He had laid it to cover the entirety of the floor from the tub to the sink. It collected the water droplets that sprayed from the shower, mixing with the specks of viscera from his feast.
“I…uhm…I popped a stitch.” He said, the tremble in his voice returning.
Judy was finally able to take him in, or all that he would let her see. His legs were folded in on himself, hiding his pelvis. The blood diluted by the water washing from his body and swirling down the drain.
“It’s okay. We were going to take them out anyway, clean you up before we put in new ones.” She smiled, reaching through the shower’s stream to stroke what little of his face she could reach.
His mouth was swollen and red, covered in blood, each time he moved his jaw to speak the cracks in his face split, straining against the stitches. The inner stitch on either corner of his mouth was gone, no doubt down the drain. “Can you…can you cut the others? Release my mouth it really hurts. I can’t do it myself, I’m…” He grit his back teeth, “I’m scared.”
Judy turned off the shower, allowing the rest of the water to pour out the drain. She retrieved the cuticle scissors and doused the blades in isopropyl alcohol, volunteering her own towel to Eddie, letting him gently pat his aching face dry. She didn’t notice how his eyes fluttered closed when he smelled it. His hands immediately covering his cock and his jaw clamping back a moan.
They managed to configure themselves in a way that had Eddie’s head leaning back and resting on a folded towel, Judy leaning over him with one light bulb able to not be eclipsed by Judy’s puffy hair. Thankfully the tissue around the stitches had been moved enough to disturb buildup.
“You ready, big guy?” Judy asked, pushing her glasses back up her nose. Eddie nodded and closed his eyes. His body tensed to keep himself still, to ease the process for her. She leaned in and began to carefully snip through each stitch, the grody cotton falling away slowly as the doubled-up thread gave way to each close of the blades.
Judy’s neck was all Eddie could see, and smell. The expanse from shoulder to shoulder, chin to sternum, exposed to him and all that entailed. Her smell, the warmth from her skin. Each inhale he took sent an intense wave of need to his cock.
Unbeknownst to Judy, Eddie’s genitals had swollen far beyond human comparison. As if fluid beneath the skin had gathered and smoothed out and imperfections. It was softer in feeling but larger in girth. Clear fluid streaming out of the tip, hot and itching for her. And it ached. Oh, how his entire lower half ached. He clamped his hands around it, trying to slow it down, but that did nothing but make it worse. Stroking did too. Like it ached for one thing only, the thing that had awoken it in the first place.
Judy.
She was so engrossed in the procedure, obsessing over gently snipping each stitch, she hadn’t seen anything else. The top two lines of stitches had released, and the skin pulled back. She saw the gums around his canines and pre-molars had receded, and the tooth itself growing into the bone, making them bigger, tougher. The edges of the skin were raw. His top lip, which resembled the top lip of a Demogorgon maw, released upward to show his incisors, the gums had receded there too, but not to the same extent. The teeth meant for tearing meat were strengthened, where there would be porous dentine and bone was more enamel. If she didn’t love him, his face would have been unnerving.
But to Judy, she was just sad. Morose even over the immense pain this first transformation must have been for him.
She moved to each cheek, each stitch clipped wave way to his back teeth. All the way to his top two wisdom teeth. After the pre-molars, the rest of the teeth were unchanged. The last stitch strained slightly, causing Eddie’s focus to return to his mouth. He folded his lips and cheeks, firming the corners of his mouth, allowing her to snip the last.
“Good job, Eddie.” She sighed, placing a kiss between his brows. Eddie’s hum was more lustful than proud. “Can you keep your mouth closed for the other side?”
“Mm.” He answered, forcing all his facial muscles together. She continued, this time the tension was minimal. A relief each time the thread gave to the blades, but the tension continued to build elsewhere.
His chin was the final set. The hardest to cut through. The one he obsessed over, sewing it together in a cross-stitch, keeping it from separating at all. That was how he could talk, by keeping his hands over the other fissures, he could leave his bottom lip and chin to move. Without it, his face was unrecognizable, and any hope of talking was gone.
One of Eddies hands gripped Judy’s wrist, soaked by his cock and the juices that flowed from it. She felt it drip down her arm as she stopped.
He shook his head.
“You want to wait until we can fix it immediately?”
He nodded.
Judy’s eyes traveled down the stitches, like a trail to finally bring her focus to his swollen cock laying against his abdomen. “Oh my God, Eddie. What?”
Eddie’s other hand lifted from it to form his mouth again, not realizing it would reveal him completely. She stopped him before he could with a stern “no.”
He kept his lips pursed, forcing his maw closed as Judy ran hot water from the faucet and put a bar of soap in his hands. In his panicked and feral mind, he had forgotten about cleanliness, haphazardly washing his hands before forming a cup around his maw, opening a gap between his fingers to allow sound to emanated from the chamber. “Hurts…really bad. Like…not infected bad but…I just. Your smell. It’s…” He blinked back his shame, kneeling in the tub as his need dripped down his balls. “I tried when you were focused, see if it would calm it down.”
It took her a moment to realize what he was trying to say. The frenzy must heighten other desires besides food, other hungers.
“It just made it worse. I need…”
“Okay.”
“What?”
“Okay, let’s do this. Holy shit…” She looked at it. “Uhm…We’d need to be in a different position. Because that’s not fitting when I’m on my back. Shit but I need something under my hips if we’re doing it from behind.” Judy continued to stew. She slipped out of the bathroom, returning with her boombox, Ride the Lightning still inside. She continued to mutter to herself regarding logistics and the ethics of having sex with him in a feral state. She closed the door and locked it, taking off a piece of clothing at a time, starting with her earrings and ending with her jeans. Breasts still contained behind a front-clasped bra, panties at her hips. She finished her torrent of planning, “Drop cloth should be fine.”
She turned to Eddie, also on his feet, gazing at his face in the mirror. From a distance, he opened his maw, tongue sliding along his back teeth. Getting on her knees, she gazed up at him. His eyes left his own reflection in the mirror, to see it in her glasses instead. Judy finally got to see it, the petals of his cheeks moving independently from his jaw, flashes of teeth and reddened gums. The bright yellow of his eyes returning.
His claws reached out, removing her glasses for her and placing them on the counter. His talon pressed down on the boombox’s switch. With the slam on his drums, Lars and Cliff opened the guitars into their two-note cry. A startling opening to the album’s title track.
Intense. Guitar licks like you wouldn’t believe. Most of all, it was loud. Loud enough to cover the sound of a hard fuck.
Judy’s favorite.
She loved to fuck to Ride the Lightning.
Judy couldn’t see the details of Eddie’s face, just streaks of red and pink blending into his pale skin. When he got close enough to her, his maw was pinched together, pressing his forehead against hers. His claws caressed her face and neck, chest beginning to rise and fall deeper. Her scent filling his nose, striking the iron in his core. He was stalling. There was no doubt. She could hear him grinding his molars, clenching to control.
“Eddie, baby, it’s okay.” She said, her voice nearly hypnotic to his frazzled nerves, “I’ll be fine.” Her hand reached down and ghosted her fingertips over his swollen cock, more need seeping from his slit. “Take what you need.”
His breathing came out stuttered, short inhales and exhales before one long sigh. Judy took a chance, her lips gently pressing against the petals of his top lip. Another long sigh passed through his nose, his hips gently bucked into the air.
Eddie’s glowing eyes narrowed playfully, parting from her and crawling to slot himself behind her. There was a sense of excitement in Judy’s body, heart fluttering down to her pussy. In this circumstance, logically, she knew she should have been on her guard. But in the end, her lust won out.
She wanted to try it.
Facing the locked door, palms against the coarse drop cloth, Judy readied herself. She shimmied out of her panties with the help of Eddie’s claws. His hot shaft rested along the crack of her ass. Any touch let to a stream of pre-cum to leave Eddie’s cock. He grasped himself and stroked the head along her folds, painting her with it. Sinking the tip in a few times, guiding his own need inside of her with his talons. Judy purred at the attention, but her knees and shoulders ached already.
Facing away from him, she believed she could hide her pout. But the sigh was audible enough, and Judy’s eyes widened when she realized it. Looking over her shoulder to see Eddie’s blurry but furrowed brow, his eyes narrowed again.
He grasped her hips, sinking himself inside of her. Pulling her closer and closer until it stopped. In Judy’s surprise, she had clenched. His right hand ran up her spine, warm palm and a little pressure, as if to say, “relax.”
She breathed deep into her abdomen, lips parting in a moan. Eddie continued to thrust himself in.
The cock was softer, stiff enough to drive into her, but the skin itself gave as he fucked her. With each pass, his need milked out from his tip and flowed into her. Eddie continued to grow more mindless, needing more, more, more.
Judy's arms weakened as he kept going. From behind her, Eddie's maw hung open, his pointed tongue tasting the air as he panted. Finally, her arms gave out as she slowly rested herself on the drop cloth, arms folded to support her head. Each time he drew out from her, their combined juices fell down her legs.
Eddie's claws gripped her hips harder as he took on her weight. Without his hands or stitches, he could not speak. But with this little lift, he was whispering to her “let go.”
Judy could sense it, surrendering control to Eddie as he continued to fuck into her. All he had to do was keep her up, keep her close. One hand moved up to grip her shoulder, the other remaining on her hip as he bounced her on his swollen cock. Her entrance finally gave way to the swollen base, and she let out a whine from her gritted teeth.
Their combined need poured from her with each draw of his cock, his pace growing more frantic. Judy had receded into herself completely. Her clit remained untouched, and each sensation remained somewhat muted. This was not for her pleasure.
Eddie pulled out a little too far, and when attempting to slide back in with the next thrust, his cock missed and ran between her thighs. His tip catching her clit and leading to a gasp from her lips. He froze.
She unfolded her arms, sinking her palms back to the floor. “Fuck, Eddie please do that again.”
Her thighs instinctively tried to close, and rather than keep them open, Eddie readjusted himself. He pushed her thighs closed, bracketing his calves on either side of hers. Her soft skin enveloped his cock as he drew himself back. Just as it had inside her, his cock gave way and expelled more from his tip. His cock stroking her lips and clit as he did it again. And again. Judy's head reared back, eyes closed with a smile, finally receiving attention as her skin buzzed.
Eddie's face drove forward, bending over her to press himself into the side of her neck. His maw opened to her skin to taste as he returned to his thrusting. The tip of his cock rubbing against her with such fervor, she quickly doubled over, trembling. It was too much. But she wouldn't deny him. No fear of wrath, nor sting of shame kept her, oh no, it was his hunger she fell prey to.
The old Eddie's hunger, amplified by the mindless rutting, his spit and need covering her body. Her nerves were alight in pleasure. Tears springing from her closed lashes. Her jaw kept clenched. She hung her head down, opening her eyes to see it. The head of his swollen cock slipping between her thighs, the release growing cloudier with each pass.
He was getting close, sweat dripping down their bodies as Judy lifted her head. Eddie followed suit, pulling her back with him until his back hit the floor. She felt him cling to her, trusting her to keep her own thighs shut as he continued rutting. His heels dug into the floor, legs tensed as he kept himself up. His teeth sunk into Judy's shoulder, making her scream out, covered by Kirk Hammet's wailing solo that continued to blast through the boombox.
His whole body tensed beneath her as his cock erupted, cum streaming from between her thighs, each pass leading to another fountain of him. He emptied himself onto Judy's skin, hotter than she had ever felt before. Everything below her navel and above her knees was soaked in him, below them as well.
Finally, he was empty. The frenzy was gone. He released her shoulder from his maw. His arms weakened but still stayed around her. Judy remained still, trembling. His bite surprised her. His power surprised her.
Not being able to hear his voice, that scared her.
No skin was broken on her shoulder, but the bruises were deep. Eddie had never bitten her before, not like this. A little nip occasionally, but not a whole chomp. She was the one more likely to do that. And even then, it was rare.
Judy didn’t know what to do. She was completely soaked. Eddie’s cock still clamped between her thighs. But, to her relief, Eddie was willing to take control. He laved his tongue over her bitemark before kissing it as well as he could. His hands guided her left arm around his neck, his hands sliding beneath her thighs. He sat up, pulling his legs beneath him. Their mess fell from between Judy’s parted thighs, a slight hop and he balanced on the balls of his feet.
“I don’t think you can do that. You’re not strong enough.” Judy said, voice coming out like a strained whisper. But Eddie simply breathed deep, picking her up as he rose to his full height. Judy’s free hand scrambled to find something to grip on to. She watched his eyes move from her to the toilet. She lifted the lid and Eddie set her down, letting her feet finally reach the floor. She stood, hand resting on the counter, giving her a way to guide herself on to the toilet.
As she did what she needed to do, Eddie started the shower once again. The drop cloth caught the torrent of sex and famine, but as Eddie nodded to the shower, she realized she would not be the one to clean up. She was back in his hands.
He joined her, taking turns under the water. She gazed at him, vision still obscured, water blocked by his head. His maw opened into a smile, too wide to be human, before leaning his head to the side. The showerhead sprayed water directly into Judy’s face, before once again being blocked by Eddie’s head.
As Judy sputtered in surprise, backing up to rub her eyes, she smiled to herself.
Thank God, he’s back.
Phew, that was intense! Thank you so much for reading my loves. I will start giving myself a less intense deadline. New chapters every weekend.
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Horrific Love (WIP/don’t know if i can finish this in time)
(a piece for valentine’s that i dont know if i have the alotted time for; but i wanted smth unusual for sweet valentine’s pieces, so here. the grotesque)
Cw: monster things, scratching, threats of bodily harm, choking, belly bulge, oviposition, possible dubcon if you’re really sensitive, Steve’s willing but Eddie’s kind of being forced.
Don’t think too hard about the monster lore in this, I’m just making it up as I go.
Pulled away from his dream by snuffling at the back of his neck, he wasn’t thrown fully awake until he felt hands grab his hips and something hard pushed into his back. He jolted then froze, trying to figure out what was happening.
“Shhh, it’s me. It’s okay. Sorry. You smell so good. Couldn’t- oh shit, couldn’t help myself.”
“Eddie?” He’d spent the night, sleeping in the guest room next door. Steve gasped as the fingers on his hips dug in with sharper points. He looked down to find that claws were extended from Eddie’s fingers, slicing through his boxers. “Eddie? What is happening?”
“I’m not sure. I feel real weird, like my insides are boiling. I could smell you from my bed.” His voice changed somehow, rumbling behind him, making Steve’s eyebrows raise and his dick twitch. “I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. Need to claim you.”
“Holy shit, Eds. I- uh. Can you get your claws out of me? I just wanna turn around.” He felt more than heard the low sound of assent from behind him, and the claws did retract but the hands didn’t. Eddie let them trace his sides and waist as he slowly flipped to his back then his other side. Steve’s eyes widened further once he was facing him.
Eddie’s eyes were red. Like hot magma was burning behind them. Steve stared into them without blinking until Eddie rumbled a low growl at him and pushed his hard cock into his belly. Then Steve looked down.
“Fuck, Eddie. Is that- uh, I mean is-“ How did you ask someone if their dick had always been this huge? They’d been swimming today. Steve had leant him trunks. There was no way this had fit into them. Pulling another gasp from him, as he watched, the head of his cock split apart and moved. It was like it was reaching out for him.
“It’s definitely new,” he sighed. He tore his eyes away from the appendage and saw what else was new. Eddie’s arms, shoulders, chest were bulkier, like he’d grown thirty pounds of muscle while he was sleeping. He gulped.
“What happened to you?” he finally breathed, his hand moving to ghost over Eddie’s chest.
“I don’t know, all I know is I want you, everything is screaming at me to claim you. Make you mine.” His voice rumbled again and his eyes changed to red in the blink of an eye. “Ruin you.”
“H-how would you do that?”
As he watched, his eyes shifted back to brown and his voice went back to Eddie, but sounding overwhelmed and strained. “It wants me to shove myself inside of you. It doesn’t seem picky. But I- uh, the part of me that’s still me I guess, is trying to hold it back.”
Steve eyes widened even more. That shouldn’t have his dick showing interest and subtly meeting Eddie’s little aborted thrusts against him. He looked down again at the ridiculously large cock.
“If we do that, do you think you’ll go back to, like, normal? It’ll help?” Suddenly he couldn’t not touch him, running his hand down the muscled chest to the base of his dick.
Eddie groaned. “I’m not sure. I don’t know what this is. But uh- if you’re going to say no I need you to do it now, Steve. A-and maybe not touch me. I’m-“ Steve squeezed his hand around the base in a silent assent and he growled. “I’m barely holding it back as it is.”
“I don’t want you to hold back, I want this.”
His eyes flashed red for a second before his normal brown took its place. He wasn’t sure what to make of that.
“Don’t say that,” Eddie breathed. “You don’t want me to tear you apart like it’s telling me to. We can- oh fuck, it can claim you… hopefully without that.”
Steve swallowed hard. He was shockingly desperate now for Eddie to claim him, whatever that meant.
“Yeah. What do we need to do?”
Eddie reached down and pulled his hands away from him. He hadn’t realized he’d still been stroking along the length of him. “Gunna have to try to open you up,” he slid his hand down to grab behind his knee and pulled it up and over his hip then pressed a dry finger to his hole. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
It shouldn’t have sent a quiver down his spine. Steve pulled away and Eddie’s face dropped, immediately letting go of him and drew in on himself.
Steve cupped his face, leaning back in. “I’m gunna get some lube for us, baby. So you can shove this huge cock into me, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
Eddie’s eyes turned red again and he rumbled a dark and filthy sound. “You better hurry up if you’re going to keep saying things like that.”
Steve surged forward instead to slide their lips together. A gasp punched out of him as claws scratched down his back and he did pull away this time when a long tongue introduced itself to his.
“Oh fuck.”
Eddie smirked at him when he caught him staring at his mouth and stuck his tongue out. It was long and purple and pointed. He wanted it inside of him.
“We can do that. I didn’t know you were such a freak, Stevie.”
He didn’t realize he’d said that out loud until Eddie was pushing him onto his back and settling between his legs.
“Oh god- ah!”
Eddie smirked at him as he used his claws to shred his boxers and yanked them away from his body. His cock jumped and Eddie immediately wrapped his long tongue around it.
Steve had to slide his hands into his dark curls with a whine as Eddie continued to rub his monster tongue around his dick.
“Taste so good, my sweet. Going to taste every inch of you.” True to his word, he lathed his tongue down to his balls and beyond them.
Steve let out a squeak as the tongue pressed firmly at his entrance, the pointed tongue already pulling at his rim. Just as it became too much, Eddie’s hand wrapped around his cock and he cried out. The claws were nowhere to be seen but the idea of them, the knowledge that they were capable of tearing him apart yet weren’t, sent blood to his cheeks, and his dick.
He got lost in the rhythm of thrusting forward into his hand and back onto his tongue, but when he felt blunt fingers slide into him he stared down into those clearly inhuman eyes. His ass clenched and they both groaned.
Eddie slithered his tongue out to grin up at him. “You’re really into this, huh? Got you all hot and bothered to let a monster fuck you?”
He shook his head but a whine left him as Eddie’s fingers slipped out too.
“Not going anywhere,” Eddie said, repeating his own words back to him. “Grabbing your lube, babe.”
Steve nodded and forced himself to take some deep breaths. But as Eddie stood next to his bed to rifle around in his nightstand, he couldn’t tear his eyes from this imposing figure. Looking up at him like this made him feel tiny, and unbelievably desperately turned on.
Eddie must’ve noticed something, god he hoped he didn’t accidentally say anything out loud again, and he smirked down at him with a knowing look. Fuck, hopefully he couldn’t read minds.
“You can’t wait for me to absolutely ruin you, huh Stevie? Dizzy for my cock, huh?” Eddie stood over him and wrapped his own hand around his cock, slowly pumping it while staring at him.
“Holy shit. Please-“
“Begging for it? Wow, I knew you were easy, Harrington, but I didn’t think it’d ever be for me, especially like this.”
Steve drug his eyes away from his hand on his huge dick to peer up at his eyes. His eyes burned red but he blinked and they went back to normal.
“Turn over for me,” he pushed on his hip and pulled the scraps of his boxers away and threw them. When he’d turned onto his belly, Eddie made a low noise and manhandled him up onto his knees.
Faster than humanly possible, unsurprisingly, Eddie’s slippery fingers were scissoring into him. They felt huge inside of him and he groaned thinking about how much bigger the thing he was getting stretched open for was.
Pushing that thought away, instead he wondered about the word ‘claim’ meant that Eddie had said. Would that make him his forever? Part of him wanted that. Wanted to belong to someone. If that someone happened to be his friend who turned into a monster with a huge dick, there were worse things.
Steve squeaked as Eddie pulled back and added another finger, that had to be four now. He pushed back into the burn, wanting to get this part over with.
“Settle down, love. Need to open you up.” Eddie chuckled at him as he rubbed against his prostate to make him shake.
“Please, I’m so close, ah- need your dick, Eds.”
Eddie hummed at him and continued to torture him for what felt like hours. Suddenly, when Steve wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore, tears streaming down his face, Eddie pulled his fingers out. He cried out and arched back into nothing.
“Oh, poor baby. Need a big cock in you to make it better?” He chuckled darkly. Steve’s dick twitched. “Give me a second, greedy.”
The firm press of something huge against his ass made him shudder, but Eddie’s firm grip on his hips didn’t allow him to go anywhere. The head popped in and they both groaned.
“Yesss,” Eddie hissed behind him, his voice rumbling again. “Gunna claim you.”
Steve could tell whatever part of Eddie was still in there was holding back and pressing in slowly. A little too slowly for Steve, really. He pressed back into him and savored the little hiss Eddie let out.
“Trying not to hurt you, Stevie,” he gritted out through his teeth.
“Want it to hurt. Need it. C’mon.” He arched his back again and a few more inches sunk in.
“Fuck, you are a little freak, huh baby? Should’ve made you mine sooner. Didn’t know you’d- shit, sweetheart you’re going to actually get hurt if you don’t relax.” Steve had gone up on his hands to get more leverage to thrust back.
“C’mon, Eddie. Stop talking and-“ a hand came up under his throat and yanked him up into his lap, settling him so deep onto him he couldn’t breathe. He looked down and saw it making his bully bulge out.
“Don’t demand things you can’t handle, little one,” Eddie, or whatever this was that wasn’t really Eddie, growled into his ear. “For some reason this human wants you in one piece. That’s not necessary for my needs.” He let go of his hip to drag his claws threateningly over his chest. Steve gulped but his cock jumped too. “It’s also not necessary that you enjoy it. Don’t fuck with me.”
Steve nodded but couldn’t help grinding down to feel the huge intrusion move inside of him. “I understand. What exactly are, ah um, your needs?”
“We need to claim you.”
“Okay. Can you let Eddie back out, then? After the claiming? Will you go away or something?” He honestly wasn’t sure which answer he was hoping for.
“Maybe.” The voice clipped. His hand on his throat pressed in. He wasn’t going to answer anything else.
Steve sighed. “Alright then.” None of this made any sense but he was too far into it to stop now. He wiggled his hips again in the hopes either one of them would get the message.
He yelled out when he was shoved forward by the hard thrust from behind him. Eddie used his hold around his throat to shove him back and forth onto his cock.
“So good for us,” the voice continued. “Maybe I should stick around.“ He was being tugged around like a rag doll and he loved it. Snaking a hand behind him, he hooked his hand around Eddie’s neck to steady himself and consequently pulled his mouth down to his neck. His long tongue came out to slurp up his sweat.
“Close,” he panted, he needed something else but couldn’t get the words out.
“Yeah, human, me too. Going to fill you all up.” Sharp teeth sunk into his shoulder, launching him into space with a silent scream.
He held onto the dark curls as he shook his way through his aftershocks and felt the cock inside of him spasm.
Eddie flopped them sideways onto the bed, keeping his still hard dick inside.
“Fuck,” he breathed, reaching a hand down to feel the now even bigger bulge of his belly.
“My eggs don’t usually take in males of your species, but we can try again if you want,” the voice behind him rumbled dryly.
“E-eggs?”
Going on like he hadn’t heard him, the voice of not-Eddie continued, “This human is fond of you, so I let him think he could control me. He might be a little confused when I let him wake up. Just so you know.”
“Will- um, will you be gone then?”
“Maybe.”
Steve huffed. “You know that’s not an answer.”
“I know. But I did enjoy our time together, human. I’m glad your mate convinced me not to tear you apart.”
“Oh. Uh, me too.”
Just like that, he could tell without looking that his Eddie was back. His?
“What the fuck,” Eddie groaned. “Please tell me I didn’t hurt you. Oh shit,” Steve whined as he pulled out roughly. “Sorry, oh my god, I’m sorry Steve, I-“
Now that he was free to move, he flipped over to see his face. He slid in close, cupping his jaw. “I’m okay. I promise. You didn’t let it hurt me. Are you okay?”
Eddie looked down and took in the scratches on his hips and across his chest, and the come on his belly. “Uh, I think I’m okay.”
“You’re still, uh, big.”
“It’s still kind of here? It’s not as insistent now. It’s like it’s just, I dunno, in the back of my head.”
“That’s good, I guess?” He wanted to kiss him so badly. “So um, it told me you were fond of me? And you said you should’ve made me yours before this? Anything you wanna say about that?” Steve hoped he meant it.
“Uhhh,” Eddie somehow managed to look sheepish and remarkably like the Eddie before the change. “I’ve maybe wanted you for a long time, Stevie. I just haven’t had the courage to let you know.” Eddie ducked his head but Steve pulled his chin back up and pressed his lips to his. He gasped as Eddie took over, pushing him onto his back. “And now that I know you’re such a freak, I’m definitely keeping you.”
Steve blushed but laughed. “You’re one to talk, you could’ve warned me about the eggs!” He put a hand on his lower stomach.
