ALI MUNSON ~ Fangirl & Writer {20+} She/Her

Description: High school sweethearts typically eloped straight after graduation, but as you’re off to experience the big college pond Eddie unfortunately has to stay behind another year at Hawkins High. Little do his friends know that one of his many many rings is actually a wedding band.

Request here! Hope you enjoy this.. 🥀 w/c: 2.3k

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Goth!Reader.

Tags: Lovers to lovers (lol), romance.

⚠️: cuteness that’ll make you gag, fluff (I think that’s it...)

Fluff and a few kisses. My blog is 18+ MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE

Authors note: This one is short and sweet. I am currently using Ellipsus to write and oh my god trying to transfer my work over is a nightmare! Anyways, rant over... Re-blogs and comments are ALWAYS welcome in this house and I thank you for your time xoxox

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This love affair began beneath the bleachers on the football field. Come rain or shine, Eddie met you there every time. It's difficult to recall which of you fell first, was it Eddie when he would start showing up with little trinkets in his pockets and fresh flowers plucked from the wild? Or was it you, when you’d start following his scent down the hallway and sleeping with his jacket to your chest that you’d borrowed for weeks at a time?

None of you knew and none of you seemed to mind.

He was yours and you were His, and as Spring bled into Summer Eddie knew exactly what he had to do. A hot Summer night, mid July, he took you out on a date that he had planned a week or two in advance. He was uncomfortably aware of your college life fast approaching, hurling at him like a brick being thrown and he refused to lose you to the distance. His Queen. His little Batsy.

The only issue he faced was that Eddie was broke, well, close to broke and of course he understood that you were worth more than anything money could buy, but he couldn't possibly propose to you empty handed. Could he?

You weren't materialistic in any sense of the word, but you did find joy in the things labelled strange and unusual. Perhaps that’s what originally drew you to Eddie, he didn’t conform and he also didn't flinch away from your loudness. He saw the leather and the spikes and the black around your eyes, Hell even the holes in your tights and immediately he was sold on you. You were the coolest fucking chick he had ever met. Especially when he got to know you beneath all of that. When you saw you bare.

So, during a spontaneous late night supermarket visit after hours of lingering touches and stolen kisses, Eddie popped 20¢ into the small vending machine outside the store as you went in searching for a band aid. Eddie had snagged his finger on a can of Mountain Dew so naturally you had to swoop in and save him. Like always.

During that alone time he took advantage of the gumball machines stuffed with kids toys, one was filled with cheap costume jewellery and before he knew it the machine had stole a whole dollar from him before he even managed to get a lousy ring.

His pockets were stuffed with tiny bracelets and questionable necklaces but in his hand he held a small transparent plastic ball that contained a lone ring, thankfully adjustable in size, which was adorned with a tacky dark blue jewel shaped as an upside down teardrop.

It was perfect, and even you thought so too when he presented it to you on not one, but both knees. As if he were begging you at your feet to spend the rest of your life with him.

Giddily, you said yes and Eddie slid the ring onto your finger. The wrong finger at first, but you corrected that later without him taking too much noticed.

After that night Eddie spent weeks hustling to scrape money together for a small ceremony. Dealing all sorts of narcotics to anxious teens until he had nearly enough. You told him not to worry, that you’d chip in and meet the odds, but of course to Eddie that was ludicrous and the last thing he wanted you to do. So he had you spend your savings on altering your Mom’s old wedding dress from the 60’s. It was white, of course, and it was pretty. The only thing you weren't fond of was the sleeveless shoulders. So, you took the garment and made it your own. You added sheer lace sleeves and a high slit to the side.

Eddie was going to be your husband, after all, he deserved to see a bit of thigh during the reception. Paired with your favourite huge bracelets and your voluptuous hair sprayed hair, it was everything you had dreamed it would be.

Truth be told, the cake was where most of the budget went to. It was huge, three tier and enough to feed a small village. But the cherry on top was the custom cake toppers Eddie had designed specifically for you and him.

“Oh… my god, Baby… look, that's literally a mini me!” You pointed at the small figurine draped in black, “They even managed to fit my eyeliner on there. Holy crap…” That was what shocked you most because you liked your eyeliner BIG and bold. It blew your mind to smithereens.

“I uh… I actually made them.” Thanks to countless D&D campaigns, Eddie had developed a sharp eye for detail and skilled woodcarving fingers.

You gaped at him, “These are incredible. You did so good, Ed’s. Thank you…” You could’ve sobbed tears of pure joy.

“Anything for you, Sweetness. I think I actually did a pretty good job on my hair…” Eddie leaned down with you to inspect the characters further, taking pride in his work as he did. A soft lovesick smile slithered its way onto his face as his gaze found his way over to you, his blushing bride, “I love you, Beautiful. So much.”

“I love you too, Handsome. Can’t believe I’m officially Mrs. Munson…” You wiggle your ring finger up at him, the once cheap jewellery now replaced with something nicer. Not expensive but nice and clean. Your giggle warmed his chest to a blaze comparable to the rays of the sun and Eddie chuckled too, part disbelief and part relief.

“I have to say, I like the way it rolls off the tongue. Mrs. Munson… It’s got a ring to it.” He purred, his fingertips stroking the exposed skin of your neck softly before he plants a delicate kiss to your pulse.

“Your puns are terrible.”

“You love them.”

“I must.” Attentively your palms smooth down the shoulders of his suit, it was the one he had bought for prom last year but never really got a chance to use it. He had gave up on all that normie nonsense years ago. Thankfully, he got to put it to good use after all.

“You shape up nicely. If you weren’t my husband I may not recognise you…” Eddie groans, his heart leaping every time you reminded him that he was yours now, forever. Officially.

“Driving me insane, Baby…” The tip of his nose brushed yours.

“Ugh, just kiss me, loser.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

The getaway car was rented by Wayne as a wedding gift to you both. It was a cream Rolls Royce Spirit and it sent you and Eddie sailing smoothly onto your Honeymoon which you spent laid up in bed, nude and tangled in one another’s arms for days. Totally, rottenly smitten and higher than Cloud Nine.

An entanglement you were sure would withstand the trials and tribulations of time with a smug as fuck ease.

August 3rd, 1985. The day you were married to the love of your life.

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The hardest part wasn’t trying to recover financially from the wedding, but trying to say goodbye as you parted ways for school. You swore, crossed you heart and hoped to die that you would visit Eddie every single weekend. And you did. As Eddie went back to high school you tried your best to adapt to your new life away from everything you once knew. Daunting at first college soon became pleasant when you met more people and even made some friends. You weren’t seen as the odd ‘Goth Girl’ anymore because you were now surrounded by a pool of people all totally separate from one another and that was okay. It was accepted.

You made the effort to call Eddie each night where you’d debrief one another on what had happened that day. Eddie was doing well in class, he always reassured, and he was hopeful that soon he would be joining you there.

“Have you told anyone yet?” He asked, his voice slightly muffled through the phone.

“A bunch of people. I can’t stop talking about you, apparently,” When his laugh met your ears you felt your body relax away from a tension you hadn’t noticed you were holding, “What about you? Has anyone clocked in yet?”

“Honestly, I’m waiting for someone to notice the new ring I’m currently rocking.” He studied his hand then, his eyes skimming over his many rings until he settled on thee ring.

“You wear so many, though,” You jabbed playfully, “How do you expect anyone to see that it’s there?” You twirl the phone cord around your index finger.

“It’s funny! Seeing how oblivious they are. No one even questioned where the cake came from when I brought them all a piece. They just scarfed it down like wolves.” You threw your head back, laughing into the speaker as you paint the picture in your head.

“Okay, yes, that is funny,” After regaining composure you chew your bottom lip mischievously , “Let’s make a bet?”

“I’m listening.”

“The next time I come to visit, if still no one has noticed, I’ll buy you those denim patches you’ve been wanting.” He goes quiet, his mind processing.

“…Okay. What’s the catch?”

“If they figure it out, you need to let me Goth-ify you for a day.” To Eddie this was a win-win situation.

“Oh you're on, Munson. I’m getting those patches.” You pouted at his confidence, finding it adorable.

“We’ll see about that, Baby boy.”

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The long awaited weekend came rolling around and you couldn't contain your excitement as you walk through your old stomping ground, Hawkins High, and towards the drama department where even from far away you could hear the kids squealing and Eddie cackling like a maniac.

You had compiled a plan, something so hard to ignore that you even polished your wedding band the night before. Confidence radiating in each step as you bound your way into the room.

Immediately the party take notice and you are met with endless warm welcomes from each member. Eddie studies you from his throne, his lips pulled into a smirk and his eyebrow raised.

“What’cha got there, Batsy?” His eyes shimmered and you shrugged, smiling down at the box in your hand.

“Oh, nothing… I just thought you warriors could use a tasty snack,” The white box thumps down onto the table and when you open the lid Eddie’s jaw feels as though it’s been unhinged, “Bon appétit.”

“Cupcakes—”

“Not just any cupcakes. These are special, Eddie Bear, remember?” Jeff freezes mid frosting bite and Erica slowly pulls her hand away from one of the decorated treats.

“Are these poisoned?” Erica pops her hip sassily to the side and you laugh with a shake of your head.

“Course not! You guys! You’ve tried this flavour before! Eddie gave you some not long ago…” Right now you’re doing a WHOLE lot of talking with your hands and within mere seconds Eddie knew that this battle had been lost to a fucking cupcake.

“Uh, yeah… but that was slices. What the hell is happening—”

“Oh… my god—” Dustin stares at your hand before he whips his head around to Eddie, his eyes lingering low, “Show ‘em. Eddie, show your hands right now—”

“Why?”

“Now, Eddie!” Dustin, the little bossy fucker he is.

“Okay, Jesus!” He throws his hands up in surrender with a pout as he slumps down into his chair, a defeated man.

“Shut the fuck up—”

“You’re engaged?” Without asking Erica takes your hand into hers, admiring the the metal band closely.

“Married—” You start.

“Married?!” A choir of voices scream and you instinctively reach for your ears.

“When did this happen? How did this happen—”

“Beginning of August.” Eddie quips, all Bambi eyed and innocent.

“Eddie, why didn’t you tell us?” Gareth asks and to his left Jeff has a mouthful of cake sponge unable to comment.

“I thought you guys would’ve known!”

“Literally, how? Explain to me how we could have possibly known?” Dustin’s investment has you giggling to yourself at the end of the table.

“Uhhhh, the ring, duh?” He displays his hands once again and simultaneously everyone’s faces drop.

“Look at your hands, Eddie. How the fuck were we meant to spot a wedding ring? Your fingers are full of rings!”

“Like a need in a haystack.” Erica murmurs, now more trusting of the baked goods on the table as she slips one in front of her.

“Is this the wedding cake, then?” Mike asks with a head tilt.

“A replica, you guys had the wedding cake last time. The rest is frozen at Wayne’s.” Together the party were in bits and pieces, confused and hungry all at once.

“Number one, fuck you for not inviting me,” Dustin flips Eddie the bird, “And number two… are there pictures?”

“Only a bucket of them—”

“Lemme see, you have them with you?”

Of course you did.

Reaching into your purse Eddie watches with amused eyes and an adoring smile. As shit as it was to lose, he’d always rather it be to you than to anyone else. You spread the Polaroids onto the table and while the kids snacked and rummaged you made your way over to sit on Eddie’s lap.

“Touché.” He mumbles through a kiss to your neck and you dip down to lock lips with him, your pierced tongue skimming along his bottom lip teasingly.

“I hope you're ready for your make-over.” Eddie groans, his fingers squeezing the plush of your fishnet covered thighs.

“Ready as I’ll ever be, Sweetness.”

“Good, because I have my make-up with me—” You jump up faster than it takes Eddie to blink and all too quickly he feels everyone’s eyes on him.

“Wait, What? Here—”

“Oh, this’ll be good.” Gareth snickers to himself and you straddle Eddie again, keeping him where he’s sat.

“Buckle up, Buttercup. Oh, and guys?” You swivel your head to meet them briefly, “I’m taking requests…” the smirk on your face is Devilish and Eddie couldn’t decide if he was terrified or aroused.

Possibly both.

Definitely both.

⚠️ Warning: This series contains explicit sexual content, adult themes, and is intended for 18+ readers only. MDNI (Minors Do Not Interact). Please read responsibly.

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Enjoy part two of Eddie’s little love story. 🦇

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Eddie stared at the crumpled slip of notebook paper in his hand like it was a final exam. Seven digits. That was it. Seven stupid digits that had somehow become the most intimidating thing he'd looked at all week. Jeff had finally caved after two days of relentless pestering. "Dude, just don't make me regret this," he'd sighed, scribbling your number onto the paper. "She said it was okay if you had it. Just… don't be weird."

"No promises," Eddie had replied with a grin. Now, standing beside the payphone outside the record store, he wasn't nearly as confident. He fed a quarter into the slot before he could talk himself out of it.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three— "Hello?" Your voice. Quiet. Soft.

Eddie suddenly forgot every clever line he'd rehearsed. "…Uh, hey." A pause. "This is gonna sound incredibly suspicious, but… this is Eddie. Eddie Munson. Promise I'm not some random creep who found your number in a dumpster." A tiny laugh came through the receiver. Success. "I got your number from Jeff," he admitted quickly. "He said he asked you first. Which—if he lied to me, I will gladly let you hang up while I rethink every friendship I've ever had."

You laughed again, a little louder this time. "No… he asked." "Oh thank god." He rested his forehead against the phone booth glass, smiling to himself. "I've been trying to work up the nerve to talk to you for, like… an embarrassing amount of time."

"…Really?" "Really."

*He scratched the back of his neck."I just figured it'd be less creepy if I called instead of awkwardly materializing next to you in the hallway." Silence lingered for a moment, not uncomfortable, just thoughtful. "So…" Eddie said, his voice gentler now. "Would you maybe wanna hang out sometime? We could grab milkshakes at the diner, wander the record store, make fun of terrible horror movies… whatever sounds fun to you." You smiled on the other end of the line.

"I'd… I'd like that."

Eddie couldn't stop the grin spreading across his face. "Awesome." He laughed quietly. "I was fully prepared for this call to end with me becoming the cautionary tale Jeff tells people."

"Almost did." "Ouch."

Another laugh. Yeah. Getting your number through a mutual friend had definitely been worth the risk.

"Okay…" Eddie said, trying—and failing—to hide the grin in his voice. "So you actually said yes. Which means I probably oughta have an actual plan…I was thinking…" He tapped his fingers against the side of the payphone. "Saturday? Around six?" He paused. "There's that little diner on Main Street. The one with the checkered floors and the milkshakes that are probably ninety percent sugar and ten percent actual ice cream." Another pause. "I figured we could grab a couple shakes, maybe split an order of fries if you're willing to overlook the fact I steal the crispy ones." His smile widened. "Then we could wander over to the record store. I'll show you all the albums that changed my life, and you can pretend to be impressed." He chuckled to himself. "And if you're having a terrible time…" he added, teasing gently, "…you can always fake an emergency and tell everyone Eddie Munson held you hostage with bad music trivia."

"Saturday at six sounds perfect."

"It does?" "It does." He let out a quiet, relieved sigh."Sweet."

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The silence wasn't awkward anymore, it felt comfortable."I'll pick you up," Eddie said. "Unless you'd rather meet there. Whatever makes you more comfortable."

You told him he could pick you up. Eddie walked away from the payphone feeling like Saturday couldn't come fast enough.

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Saturday arrived with agonizing slowness. By 5:30 PM, Eddie was vibrating out of his skin. He’d changed his shirt three times, ditching his usual battle vest for a clean-ish black t-shirt and his least ripped jeans. He wanted to look like Eddie Munson, just… a domesticated version.

By 5:45 PM, he was pacing his living room, Wayne watching from the recliner with an amused smirk. "You're gonna wear a hole in the floor, son."

"She's shy, Wayne," Eddie stressed, running a hand through his curls for the tenth time. "If I scare her off within the first five minutes, I will never recover."

"Relax," Wayne chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "Just be yourself, Eddie. The loud parts included. If she agreed to let you pick her up, she knows what she's signing up for." Eddie groaned, grabbing his jacket and keys. "Easy for you to say. You're not trying to impress the human equivalent of a daydream."

The drive to your house felt longer than any Hellfire campaign. He kept checking the rearview mirror, adjusting his curls, worrying if he smelled like cigarettes or hairspray. (Both).

Then he pulled onto your street, quiet, unassuming, the kind of place where nothing interesting ever happened. And there you were.You were standing on the porch, arms wrapped around yourself like you were cold even though it was warm out. He parked the car and got out slowly, hands shoved in his pockets to hide their shaking. You looked up as he approached, and fuck, he was a goner. Your hair was down, framing your face in soft waves. You wore a simple white top, jeans that weren't too tight but showed off your figure just enough, and cute little sandals. Eddie swallowed hard, realizing he'd probably been right about the oversized clothes hiding your body. Shit.

Eddie tried his best to keep his eyes above your neck, but damn it was hard. Like, really hard. He forced himself to focus on your face, noticing the way you bit your lip nervously. He hoped you didn't notice the slight bulge in his jeans. "Hey,"

He opened the passenger door for you, trying to act like a gentleman despite his racing heart and… other things. As you slid into the seat, he caught a whiff of your shampoo - something sweet and floral. He inhaled subtly, committing the scent to memory before closing the door gently. "Hi Eddie…" Your voice was softer than usual, almost shy. You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt as he walked around the car to the driver's side. Once he was seated, you buckled your seatbelt and turned to face him slightly. "You smell nice…"

Eddie almost choked on his own spit. You smelled him? His carefully curated masculine, scent, musk and hairspray and a hint of smoke, actually worked? "Thanks," he managed, voice gravelly. He put the car in gear, concentrating intensely on the road and not the fact that you were sitting right next to him, thighs inches apart, smelling like summer flowers.

"So, the diner first, right?" You said quietly, twisting a curl around your finger.

"Yeah." He flexed his fingers on the steering wheel. "Unless you've changed your mind and want to bail instead."

You shook your head slowly. "No… I'm actually kinda nervous. But the good kind of nervous, I think?"

"Good," he said, his voice rough. "Me too. Terrified, honestly. I spent twenty minutes picking this shirt." He glanced at you, trying to keep his eyes on the road. "And I almost puked in the bathroom before leaving. Wayne thought I had food poisoning."

You laughed softly, the sound making his pulse jump. "Only twenty minutes?"

"Oh, screw you," he laughed, the tension in his chest finally loosening. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to dress like a 'delinquent metalhead' while also looking like 'boyfriend material'? Those aesthetics usually cancel each other out." He shot you a sideways grin. "Also, I debated the vest. For ten minutes straight."

"You made the right choice," you assured him softly, looking over at him with those wide, gentle eyes. "The vest is cool… obviously. But…" You tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. "You look really good tonight, Eddie. Like… really good."

His grip tightened on the steering wheel. He was trying to be a gentleman. He was trying so hard.

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The diner was quiet, the neon sign buzzing softly outside. Eddie held the door open for you, his hand brushing against your lower back as you walked in. The waitress seated them in a booth by the window, giving Eddie a once-over that made him roll his eyes internally. "Two milkshakes," Eddie ordered, not even looking at the menu. "Chocolate for both of us. And an order of fries to share."

The waitress left, and you both slid into the booth. Eddie noticed you were fidgeting with the napkin dispenser. He reached across the table, his fingers grazing yours. "Stop," he said gently. "Stop what?" Your voice was barely above a whisper, your eyes flicking down to where his hand rested on yours.

"Fidgeting. You're gonna turn the napkin into confetti."

You blushed and immediately stilled your hands, but you didn't pull away from his touch. He left his hand there, enjoying the softness of your skin. The waitress returned with the milkshakes and fries, placing them down before scurrying off again. Eddie released your hand to grab a fry, dipping it in ketchup before holding it out to you. "Open," You obediently opened your mouth, and he fed you the fry. His fingers brushed against your lips accidentally, sending a jolt through him. He quickly pulled back and grabbed another fry for himself, trying to hide his reaction. "Good?" He asked, his voice slightly hoarse. "Mhm…" You nodded, licking a crumb off your lip. You wrapped your lips around your straw, taking a slow sip of your milkshake, looking absolutely fucking adorable.

Eddie swallowed hard, praying his jeans would behave. He realized something terrifyingly fast: You weren't just shy. You were obedient. Soft, sweet, and effortlessly submissive. He was screwed.

It clicked in his brain like the final boss battle being unlocked. You didn't just tolerate his bossiness; you leaned into it. The way you waited for his cues, the way you let him feed you, the way you shrank into yourself just enough to make him want to expand around you.

He took a sip of his shake, watching you over the rim of the glass.

Eddie shifted in the booth, his thighs pressing together under the table. This was pathetic. He was Eddie motherfucking Munson, self-proclaimed dark lord of Hawkins, and a nervous girl who literally whispered like a fairy was turning him into a whimpering mess.

"You're staring," you murmured, cheeks flushing pink as you traced a finger around your glass. "So are you," he retorted, his voice lower than usual. He spread his legs slightly under the table, trying to relieve some of the pressure building south of his belt. He leaned back, his arm stretching out behind you on the booth seat.

His posture was intentionally casual, but his inner monologue was anything but. What would it be like to pull you right here? To have you straddling his lap, his hands gripping your hips possessively as he devoured your sweet little mouth? He really, really tried. Like, white-knuckling his glass of milkshake tried. He focused on not being a creep, on being the gentleman he knew his mom raised him to be. But then you leaned forward to grab a fry, and the movement shifted your shirt just enough that he caught a glimpse of the curve of your breast above the neckline.

He looked away sharply, jaw tightening. Focus. Talk. Normal things. "So… Jeff mentioned you're into reading? What kind of stuff?" His voice came out rougher than intended.

You blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Oh… mostly fantasy. Tolkien, Le Guin… some horror too, actually." You smiled shyly. "Horror?" He raised an eyebrow, genuinely interested. This was safe territory - books. Not your lips or the way your shirt hugged your body. "Like what? Stephen King?" He took a long pull from his milkshake straw, trying to keep his eyes above your neck. You nodded, your expression lighting up. "Yeah. The Shining, Pet Sematary… I like the psychological stuff. The scary things people are capable of." You toyed with your straw. "It's weirder to think monsters are real people, you know?"

Eddie hummed. Smart. Shy, submissive, and she had taste in literature.

"I prefer my horror with a soundtrack," he smirked. "Slasher films, mostly. But people being monsters? That's my specialty." He leaned forward slightly, eyes darkening playfully. "Some of us just have better fashion sense than your average psycho."

You laughed softly, the sound like wind chimes.

The conversations flowed more easily after that - books, movies, music. Eddie found himself laughing more than he had in… well, maybe ever. You had this way of making him feel seen, like you appreciated the little things about him. Like the fact that he actually read the liner notes on his vinyl records. By the time the milkshake glasses were empty and the fries were gone, the sun had fully set. Eddie realized with a jolt that he hadn't spent a single minute thinking about his "cool guy" persona. He had just been… Eddie. With you.

"Alright, princess," he said, tossing some crumpled bills on the table. The "princess" slipped out before he could stop it. Your face flushed, and he quickly added, "Record store next?" He needed to keep moving, keep talking, keep from thinking about how perfect you looked in the diner lighting. Plus, he still needed to resist the urge to tuck you under his arm and carry you out.

You nodded eagerly, gathering your things.

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The record store was warm and dimly lit, filled with the familiar scent of vinyl and dust. Eddie was in his element, fingers trailing over album spines as he scanned the racks. He heard you wander off to explore a different section, your soft humming echoing through the store. He found himself stealing glances at you, watching as you carefully examined each record sleeve. You were so damn cute - the way your nose scrunched up when you read the descriptions, how your fingers gently traced the artwork. He caught himself smiling like an idiot and quickly looked away before you noticed.

He wandered toward the metal section, flipping through titles - Priest, Cirith Ungol, Venom… Then he spotted you in the same aisle, head bowed as you read a bin. Your hair had fallen forward, obscuring your face. Without thinking, he reached out, fingers brushing against your shoulder to get your attention. "Find anything good?" His hand lingered a second too long.

You jumped slightly at the contact, not because you were scared, but simply because you were so easily startled. When you looked up at him, you instantly softened, leaning unconsciously into his touch. "I found this Iron Maiden one…" You held up the album cover, looking at him for approval. "The art is scary."

His thumb rubbed gently against your shoulder blade. His thumb paused, then resumed its soft rubbing motion. Fuck, she was innocent. She wasn't pulling away from his touch; she was leaning into it. His other hand came up unconsciously, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "The art's not scary, princess."

Your skin was impossingly soft beneath his touch. He found himself gently pushing the hair back, his fingers grazing your temple, the delicate curve of your ear. He inhaled - your scent hit him again, stronger this time.

You didn't move. You just stood there, watching him with those quiet, wide eyes, looking like you were waiting for him to lead the way. His hand drifted down, fingers tucking gently behind your ear to cup the back of your neck. It was a possessive gesture, grounding and controlling without being harsh. You leaned into his palm instantly, eyes fluttering shut for a split second like a cat being petted.

"You're cute when you're intimidated by album covers,"

He smirked softly, watching you. You were like a damn kitten. Shy, soft-spoken, huge eyes. He bet you were a fucking angel in bed too - quiet, innocent-looking, taking whatever was thrown at you. "You know what else is cute?"

Your breath hitched as his grip tightened slightly on the back of your neck. You shook your head slowly.

His voice dropped, rough and low. "You."

He tugged gently, pulling you one step closer until your chest was nearly against his. The Iron Maiden album tumbled forgotten from your fingers. His gaze flickered down to your lips, then back up. Your mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. You were completely at his mercy - one hand on the back of your neck, controlling your movement, your breathing shallow and uneven. The record store was quiet, just the low hum of an AC unit and soft rock playing over the speakers.

"Breathe," he murmured, his thumb rubbing small circles into your neck.

Your chest hitched visibly, a soft, shaky exhale escaping your parted lips. You didn't pull away—if anything, you seemed to melt further into his grip, your eyes going wide and watery, pupils blown. You looked terrified and turned on all at once, completely surrendering control.

"Good girl," he praised quietly, the words rolling off his tongue naturally.You made a small noise - somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. Your hands came up hesitantly, fingers curling weakly into the front of his shirt like you needed the anchor.

Eddie's jaw clenched. Fuck, that was it. The way you just… fell apart for him.

His brain screamed at him to stop. This was a fucking record store. There could be customers. Employees. Old women buying Bowie, teenagers looking for punk stuff. Anyone could walk around the corner and see them - him with his hand wrapped around your delicate neck, you looking like a deer in headlights.

But your fingers were curling into his shirt. Your breathing was hitched.

His other hand came up slowly, covering yours on his chest. His fingers pressed against yours, pinning your hand to his heart. He leaned down, bringing his mouth to your ear. His lips brushed against your ear, breath hot against your skin. "You want to hear more records?" he murmured, voice dropped low and rough. "Got a killer collection at my place. Private."

Your fingers trembled against his chest, pressing harder into the fabric. You didn't say anything - you just nodded, barely a twitch of your chin.

He smiled darkly, knowing he had you right where he wanted you. He released your neck but kept his hand over yours on his chest, guiding you towards the door. "Let's go." He paid quickly at the counter, pulling you along behind him with a firm hand on your lower back.

The walk to his car felt endless - your body buzzing from his touch, his mind racing with what he wanted to do to you the second you were behind closed doors. He buckled you in, his fingers lingering as he pulled the belt tight. His hand brushed your inner thigh as he moved, and you made that soft little noise again. His jaw tightened at the sound. He was a fucking mess. Every little thing you did - the soft noises, the way you flinched at his touch then immediately leaned into it again, the way you obeyed without question. You were dangerous.

He got in the driver's seat, glancing at you nervously. "You good?" His voice came out rough.

Your fingers twisted in the oversized sleeves of your sweater, nodding quickly. "Mhm." Your voice was barely a whisper, cheeks burning. You looked like you were trying to disappear into the upholstery, but your knees were angled toward him, seeking him out.

He smirked darkly, putting the van in gear. The engine roared to life. "Good girl."His hand landed on your thigh the second he pulled out of the parking lot, fingers splayed across warm denim. Your breath caught audibly - a small gasp that made him grin. He turned up the radio, something fast and heavy with a driving beat.

His thumb traced slow patterns on your leg, moving higher with each breath you took.

The music thumped through the floorboards - heavy bass and aggressive drum beats. His fingers kept to your thigh, the weight of them steady. His other hand gripped the steering wheel white-knuckled, trying not to look over at you. You could feel his tension. Your body was practically glowing, tingling from the slight touch.

Five minutes. Ten. Traffic was heavy.

His jaw tightened. He hated waiting. He wanted you spread out on his hood, legs open, taking his cock while he looked down at your pretty innocent face. The stoplight turned green. He glanced over at you - your legs pressed together, hands twisting in your lap. *He pulled into Forest Hills, passing the faded signage and rusted gates. Single-wide trailers lined the cracked streets - some with cracked windows, others with porches covered in clutter. He parked the van right in front of his trailer, engine cutting out.He got out, walking around to your side. He opened the door, reaching in to unbuckle you himself. His fingers brushed your belly as he did, making you jump. He ignored it, pulling you out of the van and slamming the door shut behind you. "Come on."

His hand found your lower back again, guiding you up the two rickety steps to his trailer door. Music from somewhere nearby rumbled through the ground - someone's bass was way too loud. He dug a key from his pocket, shoving the door open.

The place smelled like incense, old leather, and weed.

He kicked the door shut behind you, locking it immediately. The space was small - a tiny kitchen to the left, a couch and TV ahead, and a closed door to the right that probably led to his bedroom. He turned to face you, blocking the exit. His eyes dragged down your body slowly, taking in the clothes that hid everything he wanted to see.

"Off," he said simply, nodding at your sweatshirt. "All of it."

Your eyes went wide. You were frozen, rooted to the spot. Your hands flew to the hem of your sweatshirt, twisting the fabric. Your mouth opened and closed, no words coming out. The reality was hitting you - you were alone in a man's trailer, surrounded by his stuff, music, smells. And he wanted you naked.

He leaned against the door, arms crossed, waiting. Patiently. Like this was completely normal. Your fingers trembled against the hem, slowly pulling the fabric up. His eyes followed the movement - teasing the edge of your stomach, the soft curve of your ribs. Your bra was still on, thick and modest. He didn't say anything, just watched. Your face was burning hot, you couldn't even look at him. You saw him move closer, saw his hands come up. You held your breath, waiting. He unhooked your bra like he'd done it a thousand times - like this was completely normal for him. The fabric fell away, your breasts spilling free.

You gasped softly, your hands immediately flying up to cover your chest. Your face burned red, your knees practically knocking together. You looked completely overwhelmed - shy, innocent, absolutely terrified of being exposed.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you try to hide yourself. He tapped your wrists gently. "Hands down, sweetheart." Your hands slowly lowered, revealing your bare breasts to him. He could see the pink of your areolas, the soft swell of your curves. He uncrossed his arms, letting them hang at his sides as he looked at you over slowly. "Jeans next baby."

Your fingers went to the button of your jeans, popping it open. You slid the zipper down slowly. His eyes followed the movement, watching as you pushed the denim down your hips. You were innocent, cute in your plain white panties. He watched you step out of the jeans, kicking them aside. You were now standing in front of him in just your panties and socks. He pushed off from the doorframe, walking closer to you. His hands went to your hips, gripping them gently but firmly. "Panties off."

Your fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down slowly. You stepped out of them, standing completely naked in front of him. He could see everything now - the soft curve of your stomach, the slight roundness of your hips. He picked up your panties, crumpling the fabric in his fist. As he did, he noticed a tiny wet spot right at the crotch. His eyebrow raised, a smirk tugging at his lips. He brought the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. He inhaled the scent of you - musky, sweet, nervous. Arousal. He made a low sound in the back of his throat, his eyes darkening. He dropped your panties into his pocket.

His hands returned to your hips, squeezing slightly. He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "Soaked." You froze, your eyes widening in mortification. A soft whimper escaped your lips as you tried to press your thighs together, hiding the evidence of your arousal. Your face flushed a deep red, and you looked away, unable to meet his gaze. "Shh," he murmured against your ear,

His hands slid from your hips to your waist, pulling you gently against him. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. You gasped softly, your hands flying to his arms for support. His voice was low and soothing. "Nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart."

He took your hand, guiding you toward that closed door. You stumbled slightly, trying to cover yourself with your free arm, your face still burning with humiliation. He pushed the door open, revealing a room that was pure Eddie - black sheets, band posters plastered everywhere, D&D figurines scattered on every surface.

He pulled you inside, kicking the door shut.

He backed you toward the bed, your thighs hitting the edge. You sat down heavily, looking up at him with wide, uncertain eyes.

"Spread for me," he said, his voice rough but gentle. His hands went to your knees, pushing them apart slowly. "Let me see you."

You hesitated, then slowly parted your legs.

Your inner thighs exposed, the soft pink folds peeking out. The wet spot was even more obvious here - glistening. Your breath came in short hitches, your face buried in the black sheets. You could feel his gaze on your most private area, analyzing, judging.

He crouched down, bringing himself level with your crotch. His hands pushed your legs wider, spreading you completely open. He could see everything now - the puffy lips, the little pearl nestled at the top, the wetness that coated everything. He leaned in, not touching, just looking. His thumb brushed your thigh gently.

"So pretty."

The words were soft, almost reverent. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your sensitive folds. His thumb moved higher, brushing against your clit gently. You jumped at the contact, a soft whimper escaping your lips. "Shh, baby…" He soothed, his thumb circling your clit slowly. His thumb moved in slow circles around your clit, not pressing hard, just teasing. You gasped, your back arching slightly. His other hand pressed against your stomach, holding you still. "Easy… easy…" He murmured, his voice a low rumble. The circles got slower, more deliberate. Your breathing was getting ragged. "That's it…"

His thumb finally pressed down, pressing your clit between his fingers. You cried out, your hips bucking up into his hand. He captured your clit between his fingers, rolling it gently. Your walls clenched, already so sensitive. His other hand pinned down your hip as you squirmed.

"Such a good girl…" he praised, his thumb picking up speed slightly.

You were panting, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. Your legs were shaking as he worked your clit between his fingers. He could feel you getting closer, your body tensing up. Suddenly, he stopped, removing his hand completely. You whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Shhh…" He stroked your inner thigh gently, soothing you. Your poor clit was throbbing, completely neglected.

"Be good." He tapped your nose gently. "Legs stay open."

You nodded desperately, keeping your knees spread wide, exposing your dripping pussy. He leaned down, placing a single, soft kiss right on your clit. "Good girl."

The kiss was gentle, barely a whisper against your swollen nerves. You gasped, your hips jerking instinctively. He chuckled low in his throat, enjoying your sensitivity. He kissed your clit again, then trailed his lips lower, kissing your wet folds. He was worshipping you, taking his time.

His tongue finally peeked out, giving you one long, slow lick. The lick was torturously slow, starting from your entrance all the way up to your clit. You cried out, your thighs trembling. His hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he licked you again, this time firmer, pressing his tongue flat against you.

He took his time exploring you - licking, kissing, sucking gently. "So sweet…" You were a mess - your pussy dripping, your clit throbbing, your legs shaking. He kept his face buried between your legs, eating you out slowly, deliberately. Every now and then, he would pull back and blow a stream of cool air against your hot, wet folds.

His tongue found your clit again, circling around it teasingly. Your hips bucked up, seeking more pressure. He chuckled against you, the vibration making you scream.

Finally, he sucked your clit into his mouth, pressing his tongue firmly against it. "Fuck—!" You gasped, your back arching off the bed. He held your hips down effortlessly, sucking your clit firmly. He didn't rush, licking and sucking with a wet, messy rhythm that had your eyes rolling back. Your legs were trembling violently, your hands grabbing desperately at his hair.

Your pussy was dripping, soaking his chin. You were completely overwhelmed, that innocent sweetness breaking down.

Just when you felt the pressure building, threatening to spill over, he stopped. He pulled back, his chin glistening with your wetness. You whimpered at the loss, your body tensed and aching.

He stood up, already unbuckling his jeans with that infuriating smirk. "Not yet, sweetheart."

He climbed onto the bed, pulling you further up so your back was against the pillows. Your thighs were still spread, your pussy glistening and exposed. He leaned over you, running his fingers through your hair gently. The roughness from before was gone - replaced by something softer.

"You good, baby?" he asked, his voice low and serious. "We can stop right now." You blinked up at him, still processing. He wasn't pushing. Not yet. His voice sounded sincere - genuinely asking if you were okay. Your answer was still stuck in your throat, caught somewhere between fear and arousal.

"I- I…" you stuttered, your hands gripping the sheets. You looked at the door, then away. His thumb traced your cheek, waiting patiently. The serious expression remained - he genuinely wanted to know if you were okay with this. And then the most important question.

"You on birth control, sweetheart?" His voice was matter-of-fact, like he was asking about the weather. But you knew what was coming - he intended to fuck you. Your heart nearly stopped. Your stomach did an ominous flip. You were definitely not on birth control. Your face flushed a deeper shade of crimson, and you instinctively moved your legs apart. But it was too late - his hands already gripped your hips, holding you down.

"No." You blurted out, the word barely audible. A panicked look flickered across your face. He didn't react to your confession. Just nodded like he expected it. His hands slid down to your thighs, keeping them spread. He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom packet. He tore it open with his teeth, rolling the latex onto his already thickening length. You could see how hard he was - thick, veiny, glistening with your earlier wetness.His cock was a sight that made your breath hitch. It was thick and imposing, a heavy, throbbing length of flesh that looked almost too large for you. The skin was a deeper hue, stretched tight over veiny ridges that pulsed with every heartbeat. It was a vivid, raw display of masculinity, the head a blunt, swollen crown that leaked a bit of clear pre-cum, glistening under the bedroom light.

The condom was rolled down the thick length, struggling to contain his size. He settled between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread wide. The blunt head of his cock pressed against your entrance, slick and insistent. You were small and he was big - the difference was intimidating.

He leaned down, kissing your forehead softly. "Relax, baby." You felt the pressure against your entrance. He wasn't pushing yet, just applying enough pressure to let you feel his size. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your inner thighs. He knew he was big. He knew it could hurt. He was being careful.

But the pressure was relentless. The thick, insistent tip of his cock pushed against your entrance - your pussy felt too small, too narrow for something that big. Your body tightened instinctively, a whimper escaping your lips.

He paused, keeping his thumb on your inner thigh, just a gentle, firm pressure. "Breathe, sweetheart. Just breathe." You took a shaky breath, trying to relax. Another deep breath. And then another. With each exhale, you felt your body slowly soften under him. The second time you exhaled, his hips pushed forward, and this time, the thick head of his cock slipped inside.

He didn't go deeper. He stayed right there, letting you adjust to the stretch. You gasped, your eyes widening. He was inside you. Your tight, narrow pussy was stretched wide around his thick head. You could feel every ridge, every vein pressing against your sensitive walls. He stayed perfectly still, letting you get used to the fullness.

His hands moved up to cup your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks. "That's it, baby." Your body was slowly relaxing around him. Your inner walls were starting to pulse and tighten around his thick head. He knew you were getting used to the sensation. His voice was soft and encouraging. "You're doing so well, sweetheart. Look at you taking my cock…" He pushed slightly more, letting the head sink a little deeper - maybe two or three inches inside. You felt yourself stretching even wider, your tight walls forced to accommodate his impressive girth. A soft moan escaped you, and he smiled, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.

He didn't push further. He stayed right there, letting you adjust to the stretch. You felt his girth in your body, completely filled. It was almost too much, too full. Your walls were tight around him, your body working to accommodate his impressive size. He stayed still, letting your pussy slowly adjust to the intense fullness.

His hands slid from your cheeks down to your shoulders, holding you firmly but not roughly. He waited until your breathing evened out, watching your face closely for any sign of distress. The stretch was intense, a heavy, throbbing presence occupying every inch of available space inside you. You felt stuffed, the sheer girth of him making your walls flutter.

Leaning down, he kissed your temple, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "You okay?" You nodded frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders. It was a lot—so much fullness—but it didn't hurt. It was overwhelming, a heavy pressure that stretched you completely, but your body was slowly accepting him. You felt impossibly full.

He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Good girl." You were breathing, trying to convince yourself you were okay. Your cheeks were bright red, face twisted as you tried to focus. Your body would not lie - your pussy was still tight around him, resisting every natural instinct to accept.

He watched your face, his jaw tight, that almost eager look at his lips. The slight edge of desperation in his voice. He saw the struggle in your eyes—the way your brows knitted together, the sharp breaths you took. You were overwhelmed, your tiny body fighting to accommodate something far too big for it. But you weren't telling him to stop.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his voice dropping to that soothing, gravelly rumble. "I know, sweetheart."He started moving slowly, pulling out just a bit before pushing back in at an agonizingly slow pace. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he set a steady, unyielding rhythm. Your mouth fell open in a silent 'o' as he started moving. The stretch was intense, each thrust forcing your pussy to mold around his thick girth. He was so deep, hitting spots you didn't know existed. Your hands scrambled against his chest, nails digging into his skin as he fucked you slowly but firmly.

The pace was deliberate, dragging every inch of his cock along your sensitive walls before sinking back deep. You could feel every vein, every ridge as he moved, the friction making your toes curl. It was overwhelming—too much, but also not enough. Your pussy fluttered helplessly around the thick intrusion, struggling to accommodate his size. "There we go…" He kept the pace slow and controlled, his hips rocking back and forth like a piston. The head of his cock seemed to hit every sensitive spot inside you with each thrust. Your body witched and shook under him, your legs trembling uncontrollably. "Fuck, look at you…"

"You're taking my cock so well, sweetheart. Look at you stretching around me. I'm so deep inside you, hmm?" He thrust a bit harder, hitting that spot that made your back arch. "You're so tight, baby. It's like heaven."

"Shh, just feel me. Feel how deep I am, how big I am inside you. You're taking every inch like a good girl." He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in slowly, making you gasp. "That's it, let me stretch you open."

Your head fell back against the pillows, a broken, high-pitched whimper tearing from your throat. It felt like he was splitting you open, your body struggling to accommodate the overwhelming thickness. Your fingers clawed desperately at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he dragged against your sensitive inner walls. "E-Eddie…" You gasped, your voice trembling. "Shhh, I got you, sweetheart. I got you." He smoothed your hair back, his hips maintaining that slow, devastating rhythm. "Breathe through it, pretty girl. You're doing so good." He pushed deep, rubbing against that spot that made your eyes roll back. "Just relax that pretty pussy for me." You whined loudly. "E-Eddie, oh my god—" You cried out, your back arching sharply off the mattress as he ground his hips into yours. It was too much, so thick and deep it felt like he was in your stomach. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, your hands clinging weakly to his biceps. "S-so big… you're s-so deep…" "I know, baby, I know." He groaned softly, pressing kisses along your sweaty temple. "You're taking me so perfectly. Such a tight little pussy stretching around my cock." He rocked forward, grinding that heavy length deep against your cervix. "Breathe, (Y/N). Let me in. You were made to take this."

"H-h-h-ngh!" You choked out, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. It felt like he was punching into your uterus, his thick cockhead pressing firmly against your cervix as he ground his hips forward. Your eyes rolled back, tears springing to the corners as you shook and convulsed underneath him. "Oh god, look at you…" He panted, his hips snapping forward again to hit that deepest spot. Your body shuddered violently, your face contorting with overwhelming sensations. He realized something—he wanted to make you cum like this. "Fuck, baby…"

"Let it go for me, sweetheart. I want you to cum on this cock." He commanded softly, his hips grinding relentless against that sensitive spot deep inside you. "You're taking it so good… just let go." His hand slid between your bodies to rub tight, fast circles on your clit. "Cum for me, baby. I know you're close."

Your body was shaking uncontrollably now, your thighs convulsing with each deep thrust. Your face was flushed, mouth open in a silent "O" as you struggled to breathe. He could feel your pussy throbbing around his cock, getting tighter and more sensitive. "That's it…" You whined loudly, your back arching off the bed as he rubbed your clit. The dual sensation—his thick cock hitting that deepest spot inside you while his thumb worked your tiny clit—was becoming too much. Your walls were clenching and pulsing around him like a trap. "I-I can't—" you sobbed, your legs shaking violently.

He didn't stop. If anything, he held you down, pinning you to the mattress as his hips kept grinding relentlessly. "You can. You're so close, baby." He pressed down harder on your clit, his thumb working faster. The angle was devastating—hitting your cervix while making you more vulnerable. "I can feel your pussy tightening around me." Your body convulsed violently, an inhuman sound tearing from your throat as your walls clamped down on him like a vice. Your whole body went rigid as your first orgasm crashed through you, overwhelming and intense. Tears streamed down your face. "I'm—I'm fucking—" you couldn't even complete the thought, your entire being shattering around his cock.

"Shh, just feel me. Feel how deep I am, how big I am inside you. You're taking every inch like a good girl." He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in slowly, making you gasp. "That's it, let me stretch you open."

Your head fell back against the pillows, a broken, high-pitched whimper tearing from your throat. It felt like he was splitting you open, your body struggling to accommodate the overwhelming thickness. Your fingers clawed desperately at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he dragged against your sensitive inner walls. "E-Eddie…" You gasped, your voice trembling. "Shhh, I got you, sweetheart. I got you." He smoothed your hair back, his hips maintaining that slow, devastating rhythm. "Breathe through it, pretty girl. You're doing so good." He pushed deep, rubbing against that spot that made your eyes roll back. "Just relax that pretty pussy for me." You whined loudly. "E-Eddie, oh my god—" You cried out, your back arching sharply off the mattress as he ground his hips into yours. It was too much, so thick and deep it felt like he was in your stomach. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, your hands clinging weakly to his biceps. "S-so big… you're s-so deep…" "I know, baby, I know." He groaned softly, pressing kisses along your sweaty temple. "You're taking me so perfectly. Such a tight little pussy stretching around my cock." He rocked forward, grinding that heavy length deep against your cervix. "Breathe, (Y/N). Let me in. You were made to take this."

"H-h-h-ngh!" You choked out, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. It felt like he was punching into your uterus, his thick cockhead pressing firmly against your cervix as he ground his hips forward. Your eyes rolled back, tears springing to the corners as you shook and convulsed underneath him. "Oh god, look at you…" He panted, his hips snapping forward again to hit that deepest spot. Your body shuddered violently, your face contorting with overwhelming sensations. He realized something—he wanted to make you cum like this. "Fuck, baby…"

"Let it go for me, sweetheart. I want you to cum on this cock." He commanded softly, his hips grinding relentless against that sensitive spot deep inside you. "You're taking it so good… just let go." His hand slid between your bodies to rub tight, fast circles on your clit. "Cum for me, baby. I know you're close."

Your body was shaking uncontrollably now, your thighs convulsing with each deep thrust. Your face was flushed, mouth open in a silent "O" as you struggled to breathe. He could feel your pussy throbbing around his cock, getting tighter and more sensitive. "That's it…" You whined loudly, your back arching off the bed as he rubbed your clit. The dual sensation—his thick cock hitting that deepest spot inside you while his thumb worked your tiny clit—was becoming too much. Your walls were clenching and pulsing around him like a trap. "I-I can't—" you sobbed, your legs shaking violently.

He didn't stop. If anything, he held you down, pinning you to the mattress as his hips kept grinding relentlessly. "You can. You're so close, baby." He pressed down harder on your clit, his thumb working faster. The angle was devastating—hitting your cervix while making you more vulnerable. "I can feel your pussy tightening around me." Your body convulsed violently, an inhuman sound tearing from your throat as your walls clamped down on him like a vice. Your whole body went rigid as your first orgasm crashed through you, overwhelming and intense. Tears streamed down your face. "I'm—I'm fucking—" you couldn't even complete the thought, your entire being shattering around his cock.

"Shh, just feel me. Feel how deep I am, how big I am inside you. You're taking every inch like a good girl." He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in slowly, making you gasp. "That's it, let me stretch you open."

Your head fell back against the pillows, a broken, high-pitched whimper tearing from your throat. It felt like he was splitting you open, your body struggling to accommodate the overwhelming thickness. Your fingers clawed desperately at his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he dragged against your sensitive inner walls. "E-Eddie…" You gasped, your voice trembling. "Shhh, I got you, sweetheart. I got you." He smoothed your hair back, his hips maintaining that slow, devastating rhythm. "Breathe through it, pretty girl. You're doing so good." He pushed deep, rubbing against that spot that made your eyes roll back. "Just relax that pretty pussy for me." You whined loudly. "E-Eddie, oh my god—" You cried out, your back arching sharply off the mattress as he ground his hips into yours. It was too much, so thick and deep it felt like he was in your stomach. Your thighs shook uncontrollably, your hands clinging weakly to his biceps. "S-so big… you're s-so deep…" "I know, baby, I know." He groaned softly, pressing kisses along your sweaty temple. "You're taking me so perfectly. Such a tight little pussy stretching around my cock." He rocked forward, grinding that heavy length deep against your cervix. "Breathe, (Y/N). Let me in. You were made to take this."

"H-h-h-ngh!" You choked out, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. It felt like he was punching into your uterus, his thick cockhead pressing firmly against your cervix as he ground his hips forward. Your eyes rolled back, tears springing to the corners as you shook and convulsed underneath him. "Oh god, look at you…" He panted, his hips snapping forward again to hit that deepest spot. Your body shuddered violently, your face contorting with overwhelming sensations. He realized something—he wanted to make you cum like this. "Fuck, baby…"

"Let it go for me, sweetheart. I want you to cum on this cock." He commanded softly, his hips grinding relentless against that sensitive spot deep inside you. "You're taking it so good… just let go." His hand slid between your bodies to rub tight, fast circles on your clit. "Cum for me, baby. I know you're close."

Your body was shaking uncontrollably now, your thighs convulsing with each deep thrust. Your face was flushed, mouth open in a silent "O" as you struggled to breathe. He could feel your pussy throbbing around his cock, getting tighter and more sensitive. "That's it…" You whined loudly, your back arching off the bed as he rubbed your clit. The dual sensation—his thick cock hitting that deepest spot inside you while his thumb worked your tiny clit—was becoming too much. Your walls were clenching and pulsing around him like a trap. "I-I can't—" you sobbed, your legs shaking violently.

He didn't stop. If anything, he held you down, pinning you to the mattress as his hips kept grinding relentlessly. "You can. You're so close, baby." He pressed down harder on your clit, his thumb working faster. The angle was devastating—hitting your cervix while making you more vulnerable. "I can feel your pussy tightening around me." Your body convulsed violently, an inhuman sound tearing from your throat as your walls clamped down on him like a vice. Your whole body went rigid as your first orgasm crashed through you, overwhelming and intense. Tears streamed down your face. "I'm—I'm fucking—" you couldn't even complete the thought, your entire being shattering around his cock.

Your body writhed dramatically above him, back arched sharply, breasts bouncing with each spasm. Your pussy released wave after wave of hot liquid around his thick shaft, inner walls pulsating rhythmically as your first intense orgasm tore through you. He felt every squeeze, every convulsion. He groaned deeply as he watched you convulse and cry out beneath him, his own orgsm building rapidly at the sight and feel of your release. He slammed into you harder, once, twice, three times before burying himself deep inside your spasming pussy with a loud grunt. His cock throbbed intensely inside the condom as he came, filling it with his hot release while still grinding against your sensitive spot. The latex barrier didn't diminish the intense pleasure of feeling your convulsing walls milk him through the orgasm. He kissed you deeply to muffle his own loud groan.

He kept thrusting hard, burying himself to the hilt as he came, filling the condom with his release while his cock throbbed relentlessly inside you. His entire body shuddered with the force of it, groaning into your mouth. Your spasms were milking him completely, every contraction drawing more cum into the latex barrier as he stayed buried deep, pinning you down with his weight. He remained inside you for a long moment, his cock still throbbing painfully as his body processed the overwhelming intensity of his release. He looked down at your tear-streaked face, exhausted. His eyes flicked over your tremulous form. Then he pulled back—slowly, reluctantly—feeling the wet cling of the latex as he withdrew from your spent body.

He tied off the condom and tossed it immediately, turning his full attention back to you. You were trembling, eyes wet and swollen, completely overwhelmed. "Shhh, sweetheart… there we go." He curled his body around your tiny frame, pulling you into his chest and stroking your hair. "My good girl… such a good girl." He kissed your damp forehead. He realized suddenly how small and delicate you looked beneath him, completely ravished by his size and enthusiasm. Your little body had taken every thick inch like a champ, but now you looked absolutely wrecked in the best way. "You okay, baby? Was that too much?"

You buried your face instantly into his neck, trembling violently. You couldn't form words, just making a soft, broken whimpering noise and clinging to him like a koala. You felt absolutely wrecked—boneless, overwhelmed, and incredibly sensitive. Your whole body felt soft and melted, trusting him completely.He smiled softly against your hair, recognizing that dazed, overstimulated look immediately. He'd seen it before in other partners after intense sex. "Shh, I got you, sweetheart. No talking right now."

He gently lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom like you weighed nothing. He sat you down on the counter and grabbed a warm washcloth, starting to clean between your thighs with gentle, caring touches. "Easy there, baby. Just relax for me."

He worked carefully, cleaning between your folds with tender precision, removing any stray fluids. He didn't comment on the amount of cum in the condom or the slickness—just focused on your comfort. He fluffed a towel, gently patting you dry instead of rubbing. Then he grabbed his oversized hoodie from somewhere and pulled it over your head, the hem reaching your thighs.

"There we go… my pretty girl," he murmured, guiding your arms through the sleeves of his hoodie. He pulled the fabric down until it swallowed your frame completely, making sure you were warm and covered. He lifted you effortlessly again, carrying you bridal style back to the bed. "Let's get you comfortable, sweetheart."

You stared up at him in a daze, unable to process the sudden tenderness after the rough, intense encounter. Your body felt completely pampered and cared for—something you'd never experienced before. Eddie's gentle touches and soft words wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, making you feel safe and protected. Your shy, insecure nature melted instantly under this treatment. You were used to fading into the background, never expecting attention or spoiling. But Eddie was treating you like you were precious—like a fragile doll that needed worshiping. It broke your walls down completely, making you feel absolutely cherished rather than overwhelmed. You buried your face into his chest, letting him baby you without a single protest.He smiled to himself, feeling your small frame relax against him completely. He knew exactly what you needed—what all shy, insecure girls like you craved deep down. Attention. Care. Being treated like something precious instead of just another body for rough sex. "My sweet little thing,"

"You know this isn't just a one-time thing, right?" He whispered against your hair, holding you tighter against his chest as he settled back onto the bed. "I'm not letting you go after tonight, sweetheart." He pulled the blanket up over both of you, tucking you in securely. "You're mine now, (Y/N). I mean that."Your eyes went huge and glassy, absolutely stunned. Being a shy, insecure girl, you'd assumed this was a hookup—you never expected someone like Eddie, loud and chaotic, to claim you. That single sentence shattered every insecurity, telling you you weren't a temporary plaything. You buried your face in his neck, clinging to him desperately. You were utterly, completely his.

He felt your small arms wrap around his neck like a vice, holding onto him for dear life. A soft smile spread across his face at the sight—at the fact that his words had made you cling to him so tightly. He knew he'd hit the jackpot with you—someone shy, sweet, and completely his. "Good girl."

Father’s Day 1996

eddie munson x bats (fem!reader), alice munson

word count: 800+

summary: Corroded Coffin Fest Day 14: Garfield | Bats and Alice make Eddie breakfast in bed.

warnings: nothing that i can think of!

notes: submission for @corrodedcoffinfest! I’m writing these out of order and this is the 6th Eddie and Bats fic I’ve written in a row lmao. Atp I’m thinking July is just going to be all Eddie and Bats. feel free to let me know if there are any mistakes.

Eddie x Female Reader x Rival!Billy x Camaro

Warnings: dark!Billy, forced dating, toxic dynamics, manipulation, coercion, forced kissing, gaslighting, suggestive behavior

AN: I’m so sorry this story is getting longer and longer! I originally planned for the climax to happen in this part, but it would have rushed too many important scenes. I promise it’s coming in the next part. Right now, I'm planning on just two more parts total!

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Grandma’s crescent rolls can’t fix your crushed soul, but they manage to fix your body somehow. You look in the mirror and see yourself. Mostly.

You wish you had someone to share last night's eerie events with, but you know your friends would tell you that it was a nightmare. Eddie may believe you, and that’s exactly why you don’t tell him—he will do something stupid and reckless just to make up for leaving you with Billy in the parking lot back then. It wouldn't help you; it would only hurt him, and he’d absolutely lose his mind if he knew you were voluntarily walking into the wolf’s den.

Written for the second of the @steddiemicrofic 3rd year anniversary celebration prompts, years | WC: 444 | Rating: T | CW: Yearning, feelings denial, hurt/delayed comfort, open (but optimistic?) ending | Tags: Post-S5 where Eddie lives, older Steddie

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He’s not seen him in years. His hair’s shorter, conditioned now with a few silver sparkles, but still as wild as he remembers. His eyes crinkle at the corners, but their deep ochre shimmers just as brightly. And his grin has more lines at the sides, but it's still that unmistakable smile that enraptured Steve so long ago.

The Hawkins outcast made it big. He moved as soon as he could, using the little he inherited from Wayne to kickstart his music career, leaving Steve to pine into his coaching manuals and imagine ‘The Freak’s the one yelling inappropriate comments during his sex-ed classes. 

Except, it wasn't really Eddie who did the leaving, was it? Steve may not have physically departed, but he was the one who created the distance. 

I have risked much and more to raise you up. Surely, you do not wish to disappoint me.

My boy. I'm here.

CW: cussing (mild) SFW

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: I'd like to formally apologize if something is written wrong English isn't my first language =v

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"Shit shit shit ! " you said when you looked at the time. It was 7:52 am. You practically started to run around your room looking for your shoes.

"y/n ! Hurry up, you are running late for school!"

" Yes, I know mom !"

You sat down in your bed to put on your shoes as you murmured to yourself " Great, just great! first day of school and I am already late." You finished tying up your shoes and got your stuff to run outside to get in the car. You drove to Hawkins High School and parked on the first parking spot you saw. You grabbed your bag and ran to the principal's office to get your schedule.

"Okay so my first period is history with Mrs. Click " you said as you hurried to the classroom. You got inside not even looking at the teacher but she stopped you in your tracks.

" Excuse me young lady, who are you?"

" Oh sorry, I'm y/n y/I "

"Ah, so you are the new student that was to come in today . Very well then, take a sit class has already begun."

"Yes ma'am "

As you continue your way to the nearest desk. A boy caught your eye. He had long curly black hair and he was wearing a white and black shirt. You smiled when you read what his shirt had written on ' Hellfire'. He was seated at the back of the classroom staring out the window. Then he turned his head, his eyes landed on you. You quickly turned your gaze away as you felt your checks blush. You sat down and you tried to concentrate in the class but you couldn't help but to think how beautiful his eyes were. He had big brown doe eyes. You spend the next class period thinking of him. Til the lunch bell rang pulling you out of your thoughts. You followed the rest of the students to the cafeteria, you grabbed your lunch and sat down at a table. Soon you started to hear people murmur.

"Ahem... excuse me, my lady. You are sitting in our table"

You turned around to see who was talking to you. It was him, the boy that caught your eye this morning. Your face quickly turned red. You started to pick up your bag to leave.

" Sorry I didn't mean to take your table-"

"But you don't have to go!"

A much younger kid standing behind him said.

"Shut up Dustin!"

He slightly hit that kid Dustin as he turned around to whisper something to him.

" Are you insane!? "

" What? Isn't that the girl you told us about?"

"Yes but- "

"But nothing ! You are gonna turn around and introduce yourself "

The boy took a deep breath before turning around.

" Sorry about that. I am Eddie Munson, leader of the Hellfire club."

He said, extending a hand. You took his hand and introduced yourself.

" I am y/n y/l, nice to meet you Eddie."

" Nice to meet you too, my lady. Say, do you know how to play D&D? "

He said rubbing a hand on the back of his neck nervously.

"No... Sorry"

You said a little embarrass.

"It's- "

" That's completely fine ! Eddie can teach you how to play, isn't it that right Eddie?"

"Y-yeah sure, that's if the lady here wants to of course"

"Sure I'd love that "

"Really? Well then my lady, welcome to the Hellfire club."

He sat down next to you and began to explain to you how to play D&D. About 20 minutes passed by.

"And that my lady is a mild run-down on how to play D&D."

The two of you hadn't realized how close the two of you were. Both of you locked eyes for a few seconds til you both got startled by the bell. You and Eddie quickly looked away. You felt your cheeks blush. Eddie turned back to you with a light pink blush covering his cheeks.

"Well then my lady I guess I will see you tomorrow to play?"

"Sure I will join you guys tomorrow to play"

You said, giving Eddie a warm smile.

"Okay cool. Tomorrow we can work on creating your-"

He was saying as he tripped down trying to stand up. Bitting back a laugh you get up from the table and helped him to his feet.

" See you tomorrow Munson"

You give him a quick wave ‘goodbye’ before leaving the cafeteria. Eddie stood there speechless. After you left he placed a hand on his chest before turning to the boys with a huge grin.

"See boys? I told you guys this was gonna be my year "

A few weeks go by and now you are an official member of the Hellfire club. Plus you and Eddie have gotten pretty close.

"Remember boys and my lady. Today after school is the final crusade. You are all dismissed, but you my lady."

All the boys leave, leaving you and Eddie to talk.

"Sooo, are you having fun? With us I mean." He stammered a bit.

" Yeah! Of course I have! Playing with you guys has been fun, and you are always keeping things interesting."

"Good to hear you are having fun my lady. Well I will see you later today, okay?"

"Sure thing!"

Later that day.

"Welcome guys to the final crusade and possibly your doom "

You all sat down, and the game began. Halfway through the game Eddie says.

"Lady Everhart in the path to your target you find a scroll surrounded by flowers, what do you do? Do you pick it up or do you leave it there?"

You turn to your Party and ask then if you should pick up the scroll or not.

"No she shouldn't pick it up. What if it is a fae trap!?"

"But what if it isn't ? What if it is some useful spell? Let her pick it up! "

You consider their theories before answering.

"Yes I will pick up the scroll."

"Smart choice Lady Evenhart.” Eddie clears his throat before saying in a cartoonish voice. “Lady Evenhart picks up the scroll and reads 'My lady, would you like to go on a date?"

Silence falls over the room before all eyes turn to you.

"Wait... Eddie, are you being serious?"

Eddie stood up and kneel next to you, a sheepish smile on his face.

"Yes my lady, I am being serious. Would you like to go on a date with me? …please"

Your heart warms at the smile.

" I'd love to Eddie.”

"I'm happy to hear that my lady"

He said with a relieved grin before getting interrupted by Dustin.

"Not to break the ‘oh-so-tender-moment’ but we have a crusade to finish."

"Unfortunately the kid is right, we can always finish this later though. "

Eddie responded with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Your face turned red at his words. Getting up he claps his hands ever so dramatically.

Description: Eddie Munson has a crush, the only issue is he can’t even look you in the eye nevermind talk to you face to face. His solution? Taking advantage of your makeshift therapy clinic that you run in the abandoned toilet block round the back of Hawkins High School.

Request here! Hope you enjoy this.. ♥️ w/c: 6k

Pairing: Shy!Eddie Munson x Outcast!Reader.

Tags: Strangers to friends to lovers, romance, mystery.

⚠️: Mentions of Disordered Eating! Death, grief, Two cuties, fluff, angst, bullying, issues with self worth and confidence, loneliness.

Fluff, angst and a happy ending. My blog is 18+ MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE

Authors note: I am currently using Ellipsus to write and oh my god trying to transfer my work over is a nightmare! Anyways, rant over… Re-blogs and comments are ALWAYS welcome in this house and I thank you for your time xoxox

<- Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - Opposite

The days slowly merge into weeks, the school year slowly passing by. I haven't had as many nightmares as when I previously got here, but the nights were slowly beginning harder to get through. Each passing week Hellfire would meet, and I would sit in the drama room to watch, slowly dipping out before Steve had arrived to pick up Dustin. If any of the boys had noticed, they decided against saying anything.

Green and white streamers litter the halls of Hawkins high, a banner that reads 'GO TIGERS!' stretching across the main hallway before the gym, with cheerleaders sitting around on the ground, painting signs. In the music room, across the hall from the drama department, I could hear the off tune sounds of band members practicing. Teachers have been smiling all day, which I knew now, because of the chance of Hawkins finally having a chance at the championship.

I walk out of the main doors, spotting Eddie Immediately across the parking lot. He's leaned up against his van, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, a small smile gracing his lips. "There she is!" He yells happily, opening the passenger door of his van, handing me a bag filled with snacks for the campaign tonight. Raising an eyebrow, I look up at him.

"You are entirely to chipper this afternoon" I say, taking the bag from his grasp. He turns around once again, grabbing a 12 pack of Dr. Pepper from the floor of his passenger side.

"Championship game" He responds, as if it's obvious. I narrow my gaze at him as he hits his door close with his hip.

"You're not even going"

"Exactly. Means all the jocks will be busy" He states, gesturing me forward to walk across the pavement. "Prime nerd hours".

I let out a soft laugh, crossing the blacktop and opening up the front door of the school for him.

As we step into the school, he continues. "I mean look at em" he says gesturing to the decorations. "Nature's most fascinating creatures" he says lowly, just for me to hear.

I snort.

"Your unbelievable" I respond as we round the corner heading towards the direction of the gym.

"No, stormcloud. Just observant" he responds.

I hum in response, as a flash of blonde rushes out of the gym just as we pass. A small petite frame crashes into mine, before running around me, offering a quick distracted 'sorry', leaving in a blur of green and white, shiny Pom Pom's sparkling under the fluorescent lights.

I barely react, which in response I see Eddie study me in my peripheral.

"Don't" He says softly, placing a warm grounding hand on my back, pushing me past the barrier of the drama room. I look over at him.

"Don't what?"

"Whatever weird little spiral your pretty little brain just started" He responded naturally, pulling out character sheets and maps, setting them on the table.

"I wasn't -"

"Claire" He says, brown eyes meeting mine.

I let out a soft sigh, pulling out the miniatures of the members, placing them around the table.

"Yeah, okay..fine" I mumble back, before his shoulder nudges mine.

"You're allowed to exist without apologizing for taking up space" he whispers softly to me, holding my gaze. I nod, turning my head before he could see the tears beginning to well, helping put out dice and books.

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Eddie glanced at the table one last time, straightening his campaign screen with unnecessary precision.

"Perfect" he mutters to himself. "Tonight, Gentleman - and Stormcloud - we make history!"

I smiled despite myself, setting the last set of dice besides Gareth's character sheet.

" Record time! We still have -" I glance back at the clock "Almost 30 minutes?"

"Yup! Plenty of time to panic!" he booms, clapping his hands together. "Now! Scram" He points to the doors.

I blinked, wringing my hands nervously.

"What?"

"Go support Sinclair."

"But I was going to-" I start.

"I know what you were going to do," he interrupted. "Which was hover in your little corner and pretend you didn't want to go support him" he said, giving me a look.

Sighing, walking towards the door. "I hate how well you know me" I say, opening it.

"No, you don't" He retorts. "Now go, shoo" he says, shaking his hand dismissively at me.

The hallway was mostly empty, most of the classrooms now sitting dark, lockers standing silent after the last bell had rung hours ago. The only sound came from somewhere down the corridor, A distant echo of a whistle, followed by the roar of hundreds of voices.

The closer I came to the gym, the louder it became. Sneakers squeaking against polished floors, the band stumbling through the school fight song, and by the time I had reached the double doors, the noise settled somewhere in my chest, like a second heartbeat.

I hesitated, looking down the hallway where I came from, calculating if this was even a smart idea.

But before I could put too much thought into it, I pushed through the doors.

Warm air hit me first, followed by the smell of popcorn, sweat, and polished wood. I looked around, observing the area.

The gym was packed.

Students leaning over the railings, waving homemade signs. Parents crowding the bleachers, video recorders out. Cheerleaders lining the edge of the court, laughing as they hurried back to formation.

For a moment, it was almost to much.

But then I spotted Robin, dressed in her green band uniform, and my shoulders relaxed slightly.

A whistle blows through the air, signaling the final quarter was about to begin. I stumble towards the bleachers, getting close to the band, somehow managing to get a spot in front of robin.

She begins whispering to me, talking about how Lucas has played so far as I watch him warm up. I feel a small smile grow on my face, before drifting my eyes across the gym, looking for any other familiar faces.

But that was a mistake.

Across the gym, Steve sat. His eyes drifting from the court and locking onto mine. Sat beside him, a blonde-haired girl, clinging onto his arm, hanging onto his every word. He sends a soft, hesitant smile, causing me to dart my eyes back to Lucas as all players return to court, getting ready to finish the game.

"So..." I hear robin say, her eyes still on the court. "How long have you known Steve?".

My stomach drops at her question.

"Oh uhm.." I clear my throat. "Since we were kids."

She let out a low whistle

"Seriously?"

I nodded, "Our moms knew each other"

I saw Robin glance at Steve across the gym, before saying "I knew there was something there".

I frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"You two act weird"

"We do not."

"You absolutely do. Not weird in a bad way more like.." She stops for a moment "People with history, weird"

I laughed quietly despite myself.

"Thats one way to put it".

Robin then, sighed dramatically.

"I wish Harrington had that kind of history with someone now."

I turned towards her, raising an eyebrow at her, to which she shrugged at

"He's hopeless"

"He seems to be doing alright to me..." I say, gesturing discreetly across the gym.

"No, no thats Exhibit A. Ever since Nancy, he's been striking out left and right. You should've seen him try to talk to Tammy before this."

My smile faltered slightly, but she continued.

"God, it was painful. He barely got three sentences out before she made an excuse to leave. It took him a few weeks to try again. I swear, I don't even know what his type is anymore..." She continues, but it all begins to muddle together.

Nancy Wheeler.

Tammy Thompson.

Both Confident, the kind of girl's people recognize the second they walk into a room. The kind who isn't carrying a stack of books in her hands, graphite stains smudged on her fingers.

Girls that were loud. Fearless.