Pairings: Eddie Munson X Vampire! Reader, Stranger Things AU
pairings: Eddie Munson x Vampire! Reader, Stranger Things AU
summary: Eddie doesn’t know what it is about you that has him spun, completely under your spell.
author’s note: Uh, I wrote the last 2k with one hand and did my best to edit it, so if you see mistakes (no you didn't) 🖤 i just wanted to write a little something for fun, an idea that popped into my head two weeks ago.
As always any feedback is so appreciated! Thank you for all the support so far 🖤
w/c: 7.7k
warnings: smut - oral (Eddie receiving), unprotected p in v, blood drinking, brief mentions of religion (Christianity) in relation to reader's upbringing, drinking, drugs, death, a small descriptor of reader having hair long enough to tie into a ponytail. Please let me know if I missed any!
The year was 1740, the year of your birth.
Your second birth.
You were an average twenty-two-year-old. Desirable by all societal standards but unwed and edging closer to that worrisome age where your family began to question if you would ever marry.
But you didn’t have any desire to be a wife, to give birth to child after child in an endless cycle of pregnancy until the day you died.
It all seemed uninteresting, the furthest thing from your deepest desire. You wanted to be far from ordinary, something so exhilarating that it scared you. Something or someone that even your imagination couldn’t dream up.
One night it seemed like all of your wildest dreams and all your worst nightmares came true at once.
It had been a cold winter night, the snow covered the ground in a thick sheet. Loud underneath your boots as you walked through the town, obscured by your hooded cloak.
The streets were silent, dark except for the dim light of your oil lantern guiding you on your quest. It was naive in retrospect but your feet moved eagerly toward the secret spot you agreed to meet him.
Henry Davis was, by all appearances, a gentleman. Minus the usual shrewd regard for anything or anyone considered other. He liked your independence, the way you disregarded societal expectations.
The way your ass felt pressed against his clothed cock.
That night was meant to be the night; clothes shed, bodies pressed together, breaths mingling.
But you never made it there.
In the dark of night, a shadow shifted and you wrote it off.
Your mind was just playing tricks on you.
Then another shifted and suddenly you were surrounded, encircled mostly by men you didn’t recognize. Men whose faces were masked in cruelty, their eyes hungry. Angry. The threat of them had sent a shudder through your spine.
And amongst them was Henry, his gruesome smile the worst of them all. Pride coming off him in waves because you’d been tricked, you’d been had, and it had been his doing.
You were too scared to be embarrassed, your eyes searching for an exit but the men were closing in.
In an instant, you discovered that it wasn’t your body they wanted.
It was your blood.
Their teeth were sharper than the frigid air, cutting into you like knives.
Stealing your life force.
Leaving you for dead or close to it.
You’d laid there dying, vision blurring at the edges as you gasped. Unable to catch a breath. Begging your God for the end.
You’d thought it was a figment of your imagination, that someone had returned and pressed a thick coppery liquid to your dying lips.
And you thought it was part of dying the way your insides twisted, the way your veins felt like they’d been set ablaze. Heart hammering as it beat wildly against your chest and you clawed at your throat trying to escape what was inevitable.
Your heart thudded once, twice, and then never again. The final breath that escaped your lips shallow and no longer necessary.
The silent night turned loud, the sound of the bugs blaring and ringing in your ears. You could see through the darkness, your eyes darting to animals as they scurried in the trees and amongst the fields.
“Hello, my child.”
His name was Thomas, and he was beautiful. Skin resembling porcelain and free of any blemishes. Captivating blue eyes transfixed on you, hand beckoning you towards him. And without hesitation, you took it.
From that moment he ushered you into a new life. One filled with an endless bloodlust, a seemingly endless need for power and control.
It is 1989 and you’ve been alive for over two hundred years.
The world around you had changed but you were no different than the day you had died.
You were the same twenty-two-year-old. Far from average, and beautiful in a way that was unnerving to strangers that encountered you. They were never able to put their finger on it, the way you made them uneasy despite not doing anything for them to feel that way.
Too dumb to realize it was their sixth sense telling them to run, warning them of the immediate danger.
You bored of the hunt long ago, the blood lust not nearly as strong as it once was.
Well…not as fun.
All the money and power hadn’t made you happy.
The joy of exacting revenge and letting Henry meet the sun only lasted a century.
Though it did make you grin when you thought of the way his ashen remains drifted in the wind.
No one to remember him, no one to care.
Now, you didn’t know what you wanted but you knew it couldn’t be found in the crowded streets of the concrete jungle and you went searching for something that felt like home.Whatever that meant for an orphaned vampire.
You moved from New York City and made a home out of Hawkins four months ago.
The small town reminded you of the life you once had. The deafening silence and hushed whispers. Religious nuts with an agenda.
But you quickly found your crowd, someone you might refer to as a friend if anyone asked. And seeing him every night made your never-ending, suffocating loneliness worthwhile.
Less daunting.
You pulled open the doors to The Hideout, their old wood creaking with the force of your strength.
Eddie’s head cocked up at the familiar sound of your heeled shoes and watched as you approached, a familiar look shading his molten honey eyes.
The kind of look you were used to getting from those around you, their innocent human minds unaware that their attraction was due to the natural vampire allure that exuded from you and made them easier prey. More likely to follow you down a dark alley despite their better judgments.
He smiled at you wide, his dimples piercing the flesh on either side of his plump lips.
Eddie Munson was a real salt of the earth man beneath the layers of anger and resentment that he hid behind but you’d found that he was easy enough to unravel. Months of nightly visits exposing his molten center and it took him just as long to crack your hardened exterior.
“Busy night, Munson?” you asked and gave him an equally broad smirk as you glanced around and slid onto the stool before him, a small chuckle escaping your lips when you noticed Mr. Cartwright falling asleep with a beer in hand.
The bar was nearly empty except for a few regulars spread around in varying states of inebriation. Madonna played on the jukebox, a cute blonde danced offbeat to the insipid song. Her partner held onto her like a life raft.
It was the typical crowd for a weekday. The Hideout’s only busy nights were on Fridays when bands came to play or the weekends when there were specials on the drinks.
“Nothing crazier than a Wednesday night,” he responded, his words heavy with sarcasm and a raise of his eyebrows. His strong hands already reaching for the ingredients of your usual drink.
A strawberry Negroni; a bitter drink with an eerie color resembling blood before it oxidized.
“Am I that predictable?” Your brows quirked as he pushed the glass towards you.
“Just a little, City Girl,” he teased and began to rinse the mixer he’d used to concoct your drink.
You took a swig, jaw clenching as the alcohol burned your throat. The warmth still felt as it settled into your empty stomach.
If you were honest, you enjoyed the quiet lull of the bar and the fact that you got Eddie’s undivided attention.
At first, you were guarded; completely thrown by his dramatics and how he talked to everyone without restraint. Slowly he had chipped away at your marble exterior, teasing you and asking you questions, at least one, every time he saw you. Doing his best to get to know you better, a concept that had been foreign to you for some time.
Where are you from?
Why’d you leave New York?
Is it as great as they say?
Why the fuck would you choose to live in Hawkins?
He knew your favorite drink, the songs you hated from the downturn of your mouth whenever they came on the radio, that black seemed to be your favorite color, and he’d noticed that you only came out when the sun had set.
“I have a question for you,” Eddie remarked.
“Don’t you always?” You grinned around your glass and took another sip.
He ducked his head, a hint of embarrassment vibrating off him—the thrum of his heart loud.
“There is one thing I still haven’t figured out,” Eddie began.
“You’ve been trying to figure me out?” You interrupted, settling your glass back onto the wooden counter. A cheeky grin pulling across your lips.
The banter between friends had become passive flirtation weeks ago when you began to crave more than just his blood.
You loved to tease him, to watch how his eyes would always go wide in surprise, or how a crooked smile would spread across his lips.
“I’m sure everybody in this small town is,” he laughed, though his cheeks turned a brilliant red at your question.
“And what have you uncovered, Detective Munson?” You played along, voice sing-songy in your encouragement.
“Not much,” he raised his hands as if to show you he was empty-handed.
“Why is it that I never see you in town and only see you here when the sun has set? You must work some crazy long hours. You a nurse or something?”
“‘M not a nurse, blood makes me queasy,” you lied.
Eddie’s lips pursed at your confession, mind working overtime to figure you out.
“Then what are you? Come on, you’ve got to at least give me a hint,” he crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows at you expectantly.
Your gaze traced his lean muscle, eyeing the way his biceps bulged beneath the plain black t-shirt he wore. The way his hair was tied into a low bun, loose strands framing the sharp lines of his face. The veins in his hands were pronounced, the blood that coursed within them a low hum.
If your heart still beat it would’ve been racing with want.
“Now what would be the fun in that?” Your gaze met his as you raised your glass to your mouth, rubbing the cool rim of it against the swell of your lower lip.
You were teasing him despite how close he was to discovering your secret; why you could only come out at night or risked being roasted by the sun.
An intensity passed between you, a stimulating silence that filled the small bubble you shared with him.
“That’s it? No other guesses?” You asked, breaking through the tension.
He shrugged, trying to appear unaffected by the energy buzzing between you.
“Maybe a creature of the night,” he joked and wiggled his fingers at you, making a noise that resembled a caricature of a ghost and for the first time in centuries you giggled.
A light sound that made Eddie feel a pang of pride.
“And if I was?” You arched your brow at him, gazing into his big amber eyes from below your lashes.
A little hypnotizing. Enticing him despite the looming threat.
“Are we talking furry friend or something closer to Nosferatu?”
“Well, I don’t have a tail to wag and you don’t see me outside howling at the moon tonight.” You pointed a sharp nail toward a window and to the full moon that cast a yellow glow into the darkened parking lot.
Eddie chuckled at your dramatics.
“I mean, I’ve seen Vampira. Undead chicks can be hot,” Eddie shrugged.
“Oh? You don’t mind a little biting?”
You wiggled your eyebrows, listening as the blood rushed to his cheeks, noticing how his breathing quickened at your words.
It had always been a fun little game, toying with a potential meal. Flirting until they were stuttering, unable to produce a sentence. You could still hear what your old master used to say.
Don’t play with your food.
But Eddie wasn’t food and you reminded yourself, repeating the words like a mantra.
Eddie is not food.
Eddie is not food.
“I’ve never shied from a little nibble,” Eddie interrupted your internal battle and leaned his elbows onto the counter, openly flirting despite the thrum of his heart. The nerves that seeped into his sinew.
“I should’ve known,” you pointed your finger at him, fighting the smirk that threatened to give your enjoyment away.
Eating up his words.
“What is that supposed to mean, city slicker?” Eddie moved a half an inch closer, playing into your game; teasing you just as you were teasing him.
Daring you to say exactly what it was you meant.
Your usual game of cat and mouse had new stakes. Leaving you to question who was the cat and who was the mouse.
“I could just picture you covered in love bites, dabbling with handcuffs.”
Your eyes drew the brunette in, bewitching him despite your lack of immortal abilities.
“Are you trying to find out?” He challenged you.
You tiptoed near the line; the one that put you at risk.
“Are you trying to show me?”
You finished your drink, swallowing hard before setting the glass onto the counter with a thud; fingers playing with the condensation. Eying the way Eddie’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his carotid thrumming with exhilaration.
He was caught off guard, your conversation turning from the typical flirty banter to an open invitation.
The hesitancy was written on his brow, etched into the lines of his forehead and you wished you had the power to read his mind.
“What if I am?”
“Then you should come to my house once you close up.” You whispered, leaning closer.
Instinctively Eddie closed the space, his mouth inches from yours.
You gave him a teasing smirk, reaching over the counter for a napkin before settling back into your seat. He watched as you opened your purse and fished for the spare pen sitting at the bottom. Quickly you sprawled your address on the paper, pushing it toward him once you were done along with what you owed him for your drink.
You didn’t wait for his reaction, hopping off the barstool and walking through the doors. Back into the warm summer air.
Hawkins smelled a lot like how the world used to before it got itself into a hurry and became a flurry of machinery; polluting the sky with waste from industrialization.
But this air was sweet; maple leaves and wet soil. The corn fields exuded an aroma that mingled with the rest.
And the night was loud, the chirping of the crickets amplified. Creating a song with the cicadas that lived in the trees. In the distance, you heard the sound of idling cars and whispers from a pair of lovers near the lake. It had been hundreds of years since you couldn’t hear everything around you. Couldn’t read people based on their increased heart rate, or the sound of their quickening breath.
It was in the streets of New York where you began to long for the mystery, to miss wondering what came next. Trying to guess what someone’s intentions were. It made life less predictable, less monotonous.
Cars whizzed past you as you walked the dirt path that led to your home; an abandoned Victorian mansion that townspeople believed to be haunted.
You’d encountered ghosts before but they didn’t live within your walls. The only thing spooky about the home was its murderous past; though those killings didn’t compare to the trail of bodies you’d left behind.
There was never a knock on your door or any questions raised about your renovations as you scraped and cleaned the dirty interior.
You figured the towners were too polite or scared to ask questions opting to gossip amongst themselves instead.
But you didn’t mind the whispers.
Finding amusement in their sideways glances, and increased heart rates when you were around. Fear of the unknown taking hold of them.
The only challenge of the small town was its population.
Hawkins had a mere ten thousand citizens, a far cry from the sprawling city you’d retreated from making it harder to hunt. To find food that satiated your hunger.
You’d settled for rabbits, bobcats; really whatever you could find. But their gamey blood didn’t compare to the richness human prey had to offer.
Every human had a special flavor based on their dietary preferences and varying lifestyles. Some had bold, deep flavors while others were light; almost tasting of fruit. A select few tasted as polluted as the air around you, toxins mingling within their life force and tainting their taste.
You couldn’t help but wonder what Eddie would taste like. Imagining his strong flavor as his blood coursed over your tongue and your incisors grew, poking into your lips at the thought.
Eddie is not food.
Eddie is not food.
Eddie is not food.
The words repeated over and over, engraining themselves into your brain.
The door creaked as you stepped into your home, the dank smell of mildew and dust greeting you despite the hours you’d invested trying to clean the place.
You dropped your purse onto the coat rack nestled by the front door, kicking off your heels and pulling up your hair as you walked further into the home.
The original chandeliers gleamed above, flashing occasionally due to the old wiring. You’d decided to paint the walls a forest green; a color that stood out against the wood paneling covering half its surface and matching the tiles lining the fireplace in the foyer.
Candles were perched on nearly every surface, wax melted below them and clinging to the candelabras that held them.
You ran your hands along the wooden banister above the fireplace, glancing at the grandfather clock that marked the passing minutes in loud ticks.
There were several hours between now and when Eddie got off work. And you debated whether to change into something a little more comfortable. Questioning if that would be too obvious.
Did you really care if it was?
Taking the stairs two at a time you walked to your room and opened the armoire that sat against the wall closest to your bed; rifling through its contents until you found something indecent. Something that left little to the imagination.
It was a burgundy dress hemmed in black lace that had a deep v-cut down the middle and a high slit on either side revealing the length of your legs. The curve of your ass was nearly exposed and barely covered.
You sat at your vanity and reached for your red lipstick, swiping the vibrant color along your lips. Smiling at yourself despite the lack of reflection.
Completely aware of just how good you looked.
The snap of a twig caught your attention and you stilled as you listened to the approaching footsteps outside your home; recognizing the heavy tread of his shoes.
He’s early.
Eager.
You grinned to yourself and slowly made your way downstairs, anticipating the moment his hand rapt against the wood.
Giddy when it finally did.
Slowly, you opened the door. Measuring his response, enjoying the way his eyes widened and nearly bulged out of his head as he took you in.
“I could’ve sworn the Hideout was open until one,” you tapped a thoughtful finger against your chin. Pressing your lips together to fight the smile that threatened to give your satisfaction away.
“The customers understood I had more pressing plans.” Eddie pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans, shrugging his shoulders and trying his best to conceal how antsy he was.
And you did your best not to notice.
“Do you want to come in?” You tilted your head and held the door open wide.
“Yeah,” he breathed and walked past you. Eddie smelled of bergamot and tobacco. Cozy, the way a warm fire used to make you feel. You could smell the spearmint gum hidden behind his lips, the tequila still burning on his tongue and you itched to taste him.
You watched as he glanced around your home, auburn curls free from the hair tie that restrained them before. Loose ringlets framing his face perfectly.
“Knew I recognized the address,” he laughed, eying his surroundings.
“Haven’t been in here since it was condemned.”
“Are you another superstitious townie?” You teased.
“Oh come on, the Creel house is definitely haunted.”
“I’ve never seen a ghost.”
“Maybe they’re lurking, watching.” His voice dropped low, eerie as he began circling you.
Doing his best to creep you out.
You shivered as his warm breath fanned against your exposed skin and if you were still alive your nervous system would’ve triggered goosebumps to sprout along your arms.
He stopped in his tracks as your fingers grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt and held him in place.
“I don’t scare easily, Eddie.” You walked your fingers up his chest and rested them against his sternum, eyeing him with want.
He bent his head down towards yours, drawn in like any human would be.
But you weren’t ready to devour him just yet.
“Want some wine?”
You didn’t move, enjoying the way his warm breath felt as it fanned across your face.
He nodded quickly and watched as you disappeared into the kitchen, his hand rubbing where yours had rested.
Eddie walked further into the home, glancing at the pictures that lined the wall. Photos from an old world, at least a century ago. Solemn faces long gone, captured in a flash.
He chuckled at the oddities that adorned another wall, preserved insects and wilted flowers.
“Something amusing?” You questioned, handing a glass to him and holding onto one of your own. The red wine mixed with blood from a rat you’d just captured.
You weren’t fond of rodents but it would satisfy your thirst for now. Otherwise, you risked ripping Eddie Munson’s throat out.
“Just admiring your collection,” he pointed as he took a sip, trying to hide how the tart flavor made his face twist as it coated his tongue.
“I have loads more in the study, those just happen to be my favorite.”
“Have you always collected bugs?”
“Bugs, trinkets, people. I go through phases.”
“People?” His lip quirked as he took another sip.
“You know, friends. More than friends. Depends on my mood.”
“What type of mood are you in tonight?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” you answered playfully, both of you knowing it was a lie and reached for his hand, guiding him toward the living room.
His palm was warm against your own, his pulse fluttering and felt throughout your cold body.
Like a jolt of electricity trying to bring you back to life.
The living room was gilded in antiquity, the walls lined with Victorian-style wallpaper. A green that matched the painted walls.
A record player sat against one wall next to rows of records. A collection bigger than one Eddie had seen, bigger than the stock at the shop downtown. He dropped your hand, immediately intrigued.
You watched as his eyes skimmed the titles, an impressed chuckle escaping his lips when he recognized they were alphabetized and organized by decade.
“You listen to a little bit of everything,” he commented.
“I do but the sixties happen to be my favorite decade.”
For the music, the drugs, the sex.
“Let me guess, you were born in the wrong decade?” He snickered and you shook your head in disagreement. Coming to stand beside him, eyes dancing over features before turning to the covers as you recalled the memory of each one.
“I was born at the exact right time, got to experience everything.”
Eddie’s face contorted, disbelief covering his features.
“You’re only, what, twenty?” He guessed.
“Something like that,” you smiled coyly and reached beside him, pulling your favorite album from the shelf; Rubber Soul by The Beatles.
“Out of all of them, this is my favorite. Especially Nowhere Man.”
“Why?” He questioned and took another sip of his wine, fully invested.
“When I heard it, I was at a point in my life where I had lived for so long under someone else’s thumb and by someone else’s rules. I didn’t have any other perspective except the one that was given to me. I was nobody. Stuck in this endless comfortable cycle because I was too afraid to be uncomfortable. That’s the whole idea of the song, the angst of figuring yourself out and being too afraid to step out of what you’re used to.”
Eddie stood in silence, processing your words and suddenly you felt awkward. Like you’d shared too much. Made things weird or too heavy.
“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, “I didn’t mean to, like, drop my existential crisis on you.” You grimaced and moved to place the album back on the shelf but he intercepted you.
“You don’t have to apologize, there’s a lot of songs I feel that way about,” he paused. “My mom was more of an Elvis fan but sometimes she played these guys. Had me dancing in the middle of her kitchen. My little feet on her always clean tennis shoes. Personally, I’m a bigger fan of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. It was a little more groovy, psychedelic, but we both know that was because of the drugs,” he chuckled.
“Definitely because of the drugs but then again, there was nothing better than dropping acid and listening to them back then,” you laughed with him, not realizing your slip.
“Back then?” His head tilted in confusion.
“Yeah, a few years back in New York,” you waved your hand absently, eyes blink quickly. Anxiously. Suddenly very aware that this was incredibly dumb and you were on the brink of revealing your secrets.
“I have Elvis here, what was your favorite?” You changed the subject.
He hesitated for a moment, and you could feel his eyes studying the side of your face before he responded.
“Stuck On You,” he finally answered with a hint of fondness, his eyes somewhere in the past. You reached for the album and placed it on the platter, placing the tonearm down. Watching as the needle fit into the grooves of the record.
The familiar crackle of the record player warmed you and you looked to Eddie as the song came through the speakers.
His head began to bob as he closed his eyes and smiled to himself. You wondered where his mind went. If he was right back in the kitchen with his mom. Little feet on hers, small hands clasped to soft palms.
Eddie held his hand out towards you, a silent invitation. Welcoming you into part of his world, one that felt more intimate than anything you’d experienced.
The night taking a different turn than you had expected.
You hesitated, looking up at him with uncertainty but slowly slid your hand into his larger grasp. There was a moment of visible shock when your cold skin was pressed to his again and he jerked at the temperature. Your flesh frigid like the winter you’d died.
But he pulled you close. Your chest pressed to his, one hand nervously resting on your lower back and the other holding onto your hand.
It wasn’t so much dancing as it was swaying but you could feel his heart beating rapidly against his ribcage and you wondered if he noticed the lack of thrum from yours.
You closed your eyes, enjoying the press of him against you. The smell of him, the way his long hair tickled your cheek when you rested your head against his shoulder, how his breath skipped when you rubbed circles at the nape of his neck.
Eddie pulled away from you but still kept you pressed against him, his face now inches from yours. Brown eyes darting from your gaze to the swell of your lips.
It was a look you’d never had pointed in your direction but read of plenty; longing.
An unfamiliar emotion clawed at your throat, one you hadn’t addressed since the days you were human; want.
You wanted Eddie, more than just his blood or his body. In a way that scared you despite all the horrors you’d seen or experienced.
You leaned closer to him, eyes fluttering closed and hoping he’d close the space. Hoping you hadn’t read him wrong.
His lips were soft as he kissed you once, measuring your response before he kissed you again. Eddie’s hand dropped yours to hold your face on either side, deepening the kiss. Paying special attention to the swell of your bottom lip. It made your body feel like it was buzzing with warmth, how it used to feel when you’d lay out in the sun many years ago. And you wanted to bask in it, to get lost in the feeling of kissing him. Your hands wrapped in his curls, arms twined around his neck. He moved his grasp to your waist, fingers pressing into the skin. Pinky rubbing circles against your exposed thigh and your desire clouded your judgment when you pulled at his lip, sharp incisor swiping against its flesh.
“Fuck,” he breathed and pulled away from you instinctively. Pressing his fingers to his lip and pulling it back, eyebrows raised at the site of blood.
“Got some sharp teeth, sure you’re not a vampire?” He teased and pressed his finger to his lip again, attempting to stop the blood.
It felt like your mind went blank, every thought and every excuse evading you. Unable to come up with a convincing lie. You stared at him blankly, hand covering your mouth to conceal the fangs that had sprouted in your arousal.
Eddie’s eyebrow raised as he looked at you, at the horrified expression that painted your features.
“I was just kidding, City Girl,” he joked but he could tell that something was off. That something was wrong.
He reached for you but you backed away, hand still covering your mouth.
“Did you hurt yourself too?” He asked, worried and you shook your head no.
You knew it couldn’t go on like this, that you couldn’t hide forever and have him too.
And maybe it was for the best that he knew now so he could run.
He should fucking run.
Your hand dropped from your face revealing the two fangs that pushed against your mouth, their tips poking out and pressing into your bottom lip.
Time ticked by slower, the grandfather clock’s arms louder as you waited for his reaction.
Waited for him to run out of the house and tell everyone that the Devil was real and lived in their town.
“A-are those real?” He approached you hesitantly, eyes focused on your incisors.
“Yes,” you whispered, closing your eyes and allowing your shoulders to sag. Feeling defeated and exposed.
“You’re a vampire?” Eddie’s voice rose several octaves as he looked at you, eyes round like saucers. The sound of his thudding heart was loud in your ears and you could only nod in response.
“What, were you planning to have me for dinner?” His voice was incredulous, brows raised high on his forehead and lost underneath his curly bangs.
“Of course not,” your voice was sincere and you began to reach towards him but thought better of it, your hand falling to your side.
It felt impossible to explain that although you craved him that you had no intention of succumbing to your vampirisitc instincts.
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Do you think I’ve ever openly told someone I’m a vampire? I’m not trying to get a stake through the heart or be forced out into the sun.”
Eddie hesitated, chest rising and falling in quick succession as he studied you. Uncertainty evident in his gaze.
“All that stuff is true?” He asked quieter.
“Some movies aren’t too far off,” you shrugged. Why did that matter?
“You owe me answers,” he plopped onto the couch, eyes darting to the cushion beside him.
“Are you serious?” You asked incredulously.
“Spill, City Girl.” He pointed his hands toward the couch and you obliged.
Happy that he wasn’t running away. That for now he was staying.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything. I mean, how old are you? When were you turned? How were you turned? What’s real and what’s fake?” He began to ramble off questions with the same curiosity you’d grown accustomed to whenever you’d walked into the bar. And the nerves that had been clawing at your throat began to subside.
“I’m twenty-two but I’ve been twenty-two since 1740.”
“Holy shit-”
His eyes were wide once again and you could tell he was trying to do the mental math.
“Shut up,” you pushed gently at his head but laughed at his reaction. A certain levity brought to the conversation that allowed your fangs to shrink back to normal so you were more human than ghoul.
“So that makes you?
You groaned, humans and their need to put a number to everything.
“Two-hundred forty-nine. If we’re counting.”
“Wow-”
“I know, I’m old,” You interrupted as you looked at your nails, avoiding his reaction. As though this news was worse than hearing that you were undead.
He grabbed your hand and entwined his fingers with yours. You looked at where you connected and back up at him, warmth spreading in your chest at his dimpled smile.
“I’ve always had a thing for older chicks,” he joked and you rolled your eyes.
“But you weren’t kidding, you have seen everything.”
“Well, mostly everything. I haven’t been around as long as some of the others.”
Eddie’s eyebrows shot up at your revelation.
“Some of the others?”
“There’s an elder who’s a few thousand years old,” you shared, slightly uncomfortable. It was against the rules of the coven to share your secrets, your history, with humans. Only the Elders could decide who was worthy.
“Is that who turned you?”
You’d never talked about that night before, it wasn’t a conversation you had with other vampires. They didn’t focus on how they became just on what they were and it was easy to adopt that mindset, to try to push the cruel memory to the recesses of your mind.
“No,” you shook your head.
“My maker’s name was, is, Thomas. I don’t know his exact age but I imagine he is older than even the world that I was born into.”
“Did you ask him to change you?”
You couldn’t help but laugh. Some of the humans who’d offered themselves as concubines or servants to the Elders had begged for the gift but you couldn’t imagine being a vampire now that you’d lived the life of one and endured the years of suffering. The endless hunger and the isolation.
“Back then, the church saw anything that wasn’t scripture as the work of the Devil. There were whispers of witches and worshippers. Talk of animals that had been butchered around the village but the idea of a vampire had never even occurred to me. That night, I was out to meet a boy but it was all a lure so they could drain me. They’d left me for dead when Thomas took pity on me. It was the worst pain I’d ever experienced.”
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered and you shook your head at him. A bloody teardrop ran down your face and you quickly wiped at it, hoping he didn’t notice.
“You have no reason to apologize, it’s practically ancient history after all,” you joked with a small laugh. Trying your best to bring a bit of mirth to the situation.
But Eddie didn’t buy it and pulled you closer until you were flush against him in a warm embrace.
“Why’d you choose Hawkins?”
“I don’t know,” you answered honestly.
“I closed my eyes, put my finger on a map, and decided to go wherever it landed.”
“Too bad it didn’t land on a much more interesting place.”
“It’s pretty interesting so far,” you hummed, letting the insinuation settle over him without another word.
Eddie’s pulse had quieted to a steady thud, his fear subsided and it made butterfly wings unfurl at your center.
The dormant feeling making itself known again.
“Would you ever drink from me?” He asked barely above a whisper while he played with your fingers.
“Of course not!” You pulled away from him, gaze serious and set on his.
And he looked hurt by your words, as though there was something wrong with him that prevented you from feeding on him.
“Why not?”
“E-Eddie, I-” you stammered, trying to compose your thoughts. Debating how honest you should be.
“I haven’t fed on a human since I moved here. I don’t know if I could stop,” you answered frankly.
“What have you been feeding on?”
“Squirrels, rabbits. The occasional bobcat.”
“Do they taste the same as…you know?”
“Humans? Gods no,” you sighed.
“Do they satisfy you?”
“I haven’t been satisfied in ages.” Your gaze danced back and forth between his. A hidden meaning to your words.
Your eyebrows arched with a bit of jest.
“You can feed on me,” he insisted.
“Eddie-” Your fangs began to grow at the thought, your jaw clenching as you imagined the way his blood would taste.
“I trust you.”
“You barely know me,” you chuckled.
“I could list everything I know about you, City Girl.”
“Name one.”
“You so want to taste me,” he baited, his words teasing and silly.
You were happy you couldn’t blush. Even though it didn’t seem to matter, he could read you like a book.
He pulled your hand up to his mouth, kissing the back of your hand and up your arm as you watched with eager eyes. His lips left a trail of fire behind, felt in your marrow. You stilled as he neared your shoulder, his thick curls brushing against your bare skin.
Eddie pulled you onto his lap and you went willingly, head tilted back as his tongue swiped along your neck and his mouth formed an “o” to suck at your skin.
No bruise formed but the sensation was heavenly, a low moan escaping your lips.
Your hips circled on his lap.
His fingers inched under your dress, warm against the jut of your hips and he pulled you closer until your lips crashed into his.
It wasn’t slow or sweet.
It was a feral hunger unleashed. A scraping of teeth, a pull of lips. Frenzied as your mouths meshed together.
You allowed yourself to get lost in him, the world around you falling silent until the only thing you could hear were the small groans that escaped his lips.
His hands wandered further into your dress, nails scraping along your skin eliciting your own moans.
You pushed at the hem of his shirt.
Up
Up
Up
You pulled away to drag it over his head until his pale skin was displayed, tracing the ink etched onto his chest with your fingers lightly.
You’d always been fascinated with them; the way mortals could create beautiful scars to display.
Eddie tilted his neck, revealing his carotid that thrummed with life. You could hear the blood rushing through him. An invitation you weren’t ready to accept.
Instead you kissed his pulse, trailing lower and moved off his lap. He watched you with hooded eyes, the way you pulled at his jeans and tugged them down his thighs. Throwing them absently, your focus still remained on him.
You dragged your nails over the thick skin that covered the lean muscle of his lap, relishing the way Eddie shivered in anticipation.
Your hand gripped his clothed cock firmly, your center aching when you felt the girth of his dick against your hand.
He helped you push his boxers down and you watched as it sprang free, his pretty pink tip already leaking for you. Your tongue darted out, humming as his pre-cum coated your tongue; a slightly salty taste that made you hum.
Your gazes remained linked as you ran your tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft, your saliva dribbling down its length and coating his balls.
His hands gripped your hair, nails scraping along your scalp as you stroked him. Tongue teasing his tip once more before your mouth slowly wrapped around his cock. Mouth widened, saliva trickling from either side due to his size, and Eddie about came at the sight of you.
You started slow, allowing his length to push against the back of your throat before hollowing your cheeks out and sucking to his tip with a loud pop.
Teasing, testing, and taking your time to drive him a little mad.
Eddie’s moans only encouraged you, and you relished in the way his head was thrown back, curls fanned against your couch, his grip tightened on your hair as you continued to tease.
Increasing your pace, one hand following you up and down his shaft. The other massaging his balls.
“Fucking hell-” he groaned and you continued.
“‘M not going to last like this,” he mumbled between deep sighs, losing composure.
“I want to taste you,”
“I need to feel you,”
You both stated in unison.
Your chest was heaving despite the lack of breath and slowly you stood, positioning yourself over his lap. Holding yourself over his cock.
Eddie took his time, kissing along your shoulders as he pushed the straps of your dress down. Mouth moving lower and lower until they hit the tops of your breasts.
“Can I take this off?” He asked despite your obvious need, ever the gentleman.
“Please.”
He removed your dress and hung it over the back of your couch.
Eyes always on you, taking you in.
“You’re perfect, sweetheart,” he remarked and ran a finger along the curve of your breast. His gaze fixed on yours.
Your nipples were hard as you anticipated the feel of his mouth, gasping when his tongue finally ran alongside the budded flesh.
He pulled your nipple into his mouth with a tug of his teeth, tongue flicking across your perked breast.
Instinctively, your hands curled in his hair as your hips jutted against him. The evidence of your arousal coating his cock and making a mess of his lap.
The need was overwhelming, the lust heightened as you reached between your bodies and lined his cock up with your dripping cunt.
He watched as you lowered yourself onto him, his eyebrows marrying in the middle at the sensation.
The stretch was delicious, causing you to ache in the best way as you wrapped around him.
You took him slowly just as you did with your mouth.
Inch by inch, teasingly pulling off his cock to hear his gasps of pleasure. To feel his fingers press deeper into your hips.
Until teasing wasn’t enough and you took every inch of him, moaning loudly when he was fully seated inside of you.
Allowing yourself a moment to adjust to his size.
“You feel so good, Eddie,” you sighed and could feel the way his cock twitched inside you at the compliment.
You used his shoulders as leverage and began to ride him, swirling your hips to hit the spot you most enjoyed.
“Feed on me,” he insisted, exposing his neck to you once more.
For a moment you hesitated, thinking of all the humans you’d had. All the ones who died unintentionally and those who perished on purpose.
But pure want overcame any hesitancy you had and you leaned closer, swiping your tongue over his pulse before you plunged your fangs into the thick skin that lined his neck.
He groaned, hands gripping your waist harder as you began to feed.
Eddie tasted just as you imagined, the richness of his blood unlike any other you’d tasted.
The lewd noise of his cock inside your wet cunt filled your home as blood began to trickle down his chest.
You licked it up not wanting to waste a drop as Eddie gripped your ass and began rutting himself deeper inside you.
“Oh Eddie,” you whined and reached between your bodies to rub your fingers against your sensitive bud.
You titled your head back, losing yourself in the sensation, and he began to trail kisses up your chest and to your neck. Mouth searching for yours as your hips matched his pace.
Each of you edging closer to coming undone.
“So fucking perfect,” he groaned into your mouth, his pace not wavering.
Steadily pumping every inch into you.
“Eddie, I’m going to cum,” you moaned and he began to encourage you between kisses. Coaxing your release from you and pushed his larger fingers on top of your smaller ones that worked your clit.
It was an ecstasy you’d never experienced before; the high of human blood combined with the weightlessness an orgasm offered you.
Your head was buzzing and it was as if the whole world disappeared around you as the orgasm took over, coursing through you in violent waves as Eddie continued to worship you.
You repeated his name like an old prayer you once knew; over and over with conviction.
“Sweetheart, where do you want it?”
“Fill me,” you pleaded and Eddie bucked beneath you, his seed coating your walls as he groaned your name.
The two of you stilled, his labored breaths warm along your chest and you looked at him with a wide smile.
You loved how his warm body felt against your cold skin, the way his heart was beating wildly against his chest, and how perspiration made his bangs cling to his forehead.
His cheeks blossomed a bright pink. Eyes hooded and body spent.
So beautifully human.
He helped you off his lap but kept you close, holding you next to him as you lay on the couch. Your legs slotted between his, long nails grazing along his chest as he pressed kisses to your forehead.
Eddie’s breathing became heavier and you knew that he was sleeping.
You felt that familiar pang, deep in your chest where your heart once beat.
It didn’t feel like falling in love, it felt like recognition.
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Movie Night | Remastered
Summary: Your regularly scheduled movie night with your best friend takes a turn when you end up watching porn together, after a few confessions you realise you could help each other out
Word Count: 9.7k
Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, Virgin!Eddie, Oral Sex (Both m and f receiving), fingering, PIV (protected), Loss of virginity, Descriptions of a porn film, brief drug use (weed)
Author's note: Movie Night is without a doubt my most popular fic. I feel like my writing has improved a lot since I wrote it almost a year and a half ago and whilst reading it back recently it felt a little clunky so I decided to re-edit and give it a little glow up. The story has stayed the same, I just feels like it flows much better now in the beginning! If you enjoyed it the first time, maybe you will have just as much fun revisiting it! 💕 (And if it’s your first time reading this yes the films mentioned are real 80s porn films 😂)
There was something so comforting about Eddie’s bedroom. Pictures and band posters covered almost every inch of the weathered trailer’s walls. Knick knacks and odd little trinkets scattered across all surfaces along with magazines and various things that probably belonged in the trash. Guitars and amps in every corner, maybe the only things in the room placed with care. Half of his wardrobe was lazily tossed on the carpet. It was messy sure but it was Eddie, a perfect picture of his mind. You were lying on his unmade bed, tossing an old baseball you had plucked from his dresser into the air and catching it repeatedly.
Eddie was your best friend, you had spent every Friday night for the last three years over at his trailer once his uncle Wayne had left for his night shift. The two of you would smoke from his personal stash, order takeout and chill out with some crappy movie from Family Video. You had graduated your senior year first time round while Eddie was now on his third attempt. You had briefly worried that leaving him behind would affect your friendship but if anything it had become stronger, not seeing each other at school all day, every day made you realise how much you missed each other leading to more time hanging out alone. He stayed behind for Hellfire on Fridays which more often than not ran late. You didn’t mind though, you knew how much the club meant to Eddie. You knew where the spare key was hidden, and after the first time you had sat on his porch waiting for close to an hour he had insisted you started letting yourself in.
Which is what led you to where you were now, alone on his bed, trying to keep yourself entertained until his return. Your next throw was a little misaligned and you almost tumbled off his bed as you stretched out to catch the ball. You missed and it hit his nightstand, rolling beneath his bed and out of sight. You groaned, comfortably wrapped in a cocoon of his sheets you reluctantly shuffled yourself to the floor.
You stuck your arm out as far as you could reach and felt around blindly, knocking over several things that were not baseball shaped before you gave up and stuck your head under too. Oh hello you thought, brows piqued in curiosity when you spied a stack of magazines and two or three videotapes pushed far back behind the clutter. Of course you suspected it was porn, why else would it be hidden, albeit poorly so. You snorted as you pulled out the first magazine, lo and behold you were right on the money. With a smirk on your face you started to flick through the pages, taking note of which ones seemed more crumpled than others.
You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t wondered what Eddie was into, you’d thought about it on multiple occasions. He may be one of your best friends but there was no denying that he was a very pretty boy. You had settled for his friendship, just grateful to be a part of his life even if you craved something deeper. If he ever tried to make a move on you even now, you would definitely let it happen. You flicked through a few of the magazines without coming across anything too scandalous. They were pretty generic, just your average girly mags. You had always been under the impression that Eddie was into something a little kinkier, sure he was a huge dork but there was something about his confidence and loud mouth that gave him an edge. That being said, a beautiful naked woman was still a beautiful naked woman generic or not, why wouldn’t he get off to them? Pushing the magazines aside you reached further beneath the mattress until you had hold of one of the video tapes, you scoffed at the title ‘In Diana Jones and The Temple of Poon’.
“Oh my God, Eddie,” you laughed as you stretched your arm to grab the other two.
‘Erotic Nights of the Living Dead’ and a more normal looking one called ‘Insatiable’. You were so engrossed in reading the back covers of the tapes that you failed to hear the rumbling of his van pulling up outside the trailer, nor his clunky boots stomping up the concrete steps. You jumped at the sound of the trailer door swinging open and scrambled to shove the porn back beneath his bed. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough. Eddie sauntered into his room and froze when he realised what you had in your lap.
“Have you been snooping?” He gasped, a hand held over his heart in mock insult.
His tone was teasing so you knew he wasn’t mad but you still felt a pang of guilt for invading his privacy.
“Yes,” you admitted, shoulders slumped forward. “But it was an accident I swear, I lost the baseball under the bed.”
“Mmhm,” he hummed, arms crossed over his chest disapprovingly, lips pressed into a thin line.
“I didn’t see anything,” you held your hands up once the last tape had been flung back under the bed out of sight. “It’s like nothing ever happened.”
“Oh I don’t care that you found my self care stash,” Eddie shrugged casually as you stood and followed him through to the front room, your cheeks burned hot at his choice of words. “But I fully expect to see yours next time we’re at your place, fair’s fair.”
“I don’t have a stash,” your preferred porn came in the form of erotic novels instead of tapes but he didn’t need to know that.
“Sure you don’t,” he shot you an over-exaggerated wink to let you know he didn’t believe you and flopped himself down on the couch.
You smacked his feet out of the way and made yourself comfortable at opposite end. Eager to change the subject, you asked him how Hellfire went and he launched into a whole story about his latest campaign. You had never quite gotten the hang of DnD on the occasions you had sat in on Hellfire, and a lot of the time you didn’t fully understand what Eddie was talking about but you could listen to him talk about the things he was passionate about for hours. You loved hearing the excitement in his voice and you couldn’t get over how cute he looked when his eyes lit up with joy the way they were doing right now. It was clear how much Eddie loved Hellfire, so you loved that he wanted to share parts of it with you. You asked him about school, he asked you about work. You gossiped about the townspeople and laughed until your stomachs hurt. A while had passed when you started to feel the empty pit of hunger and Eddie suggested ordering some food.
“Pizza good?”
“Sure,” You agreed, stretching your legs across the sofa as he walked over to the phone. “What movie did you get?”
“I didn’t get the movie,” he turned to you with a confused expression. “You were supposed to get the movie.”
“Nope, you definitely said you would call at Family Video on your way home from Hellfire,” you told him confidently.
“Why would I say that when I was already running late?”
“Well it was obviously before you were running late. How would you know you were going to be late ahead of time?”
“Well I guess we aren’t watching a movie then,” he concluded.
You were both as stubborn as each other and he knew you would be playing the blame game all night if he didn’t cut your bickering short.
“I dunno, we could always watch Erotic Nights of the Living Dead,” you only half joked.
He spun on his heel, brows disappearing beneath his wispy bangs as he stared at you in disbelief. You couldn’t tell whether he was amused or horrified by your suggestion so you decided to play it safe.
“Kidding,” you rolled your eyes and he scoffed, picking up the phone to order the pizza.
Once he had hung up the phone he disappeared to his room and returned with two pre-rolled joints. You smoked while you waited for your food to arrive and complained about the lack of decent shows as you tried to agree on something to watch on the tv. A knock on the door forced you to settle on reruns of an old cartoon whilst Eddie jumped up to grab the pizza. Your stomach growled as the aroma hit your senses and you wasted no time digging into your half of the cheesy deliciousness. Eddie however was a little slower as he carefully flicked the black olives off your choice of the Italian sausage pizza. It made you smile knowing that he didn’t like them, yet he always ordered it anyway because it was your favourite. When your bellies were full you cycled through the channels one more time and groaned when you still found nothing of appeal to either of you.
“It’s Friday night!” You complained. “How is there not a single good thing to watch?”
Eddie stretched his arms above his head and blew a raspberry between his lips as he stared blankly at the god awful soap opera currently on the screen. Your gaze was immediately drawn to the delicious trail of hair disappearing below his belt and you were powerless to stop your mind from wandering to the most sinful places.
“I mean, we actually could watch the zombie porn?” You suggested.
“Are you serious?” He snickered, his nervousness given away by the way his voice rose several octaves.
“Yeah,” you shrugged, desperately hoping you appeared nonchalant. “I’m kinda curious, is it good?”
“No,” he laughed properly this time. “It’s fucking terrible.”
“Then why do you have it?” You questioned.
“I dunno? I like horror movies. I like porn. My horny brain thought what’s not to love? Turns out those are two things that should never be mixed together.”
“Ugh,” you grimaced in agreement. “Okay so we could watch one of the other ones then?”
“You really wanna watch porn together?”
He couldn’t believe you were actually proposing this. Despite how close you were, sex had never been a topic of conversation between the two of you. He didn’t have anything to discuss anyway. Eddie was still a virgin, the only stories he would have to tell you were of him and his own right hand.
Eddie was aware that you lost your virginity long ago. You had told him the first time it happened and then never mentioned hooking up with anyone again for which he was grateful, he didn’t think he could handle the kind of raging jealousy he felt that first time. He had considered shooting his shot and asking you out on a real date but you seemed pretty content being his friend.
“It doesn’t have to be a big deal,” you pressed.
You didn’t even know why you were pushing it so hard. You had been curious about the tapes but they weren’t worth making things weird between you and Eddie. Perhaps you were just more stubborn than you liked to admit. You’d committed to the idea now and you weren’t backing down unless he was totally, one hundred percent repulsed by it. Eddie was staring, round eyed and slack jawed as he waited for your inevitable “just kidding”, which of course never came.
“Alright fuck it,” he scoffed, shrugging as he hauled himself up from the couch and made his way back to his room.
A mixture of excitement and nerves bubbled in your belly as you waited alone on the couch. He came skipping back waving his copy of Insatiable. You bit your lip nervously as it dawned on you he had chosen the one that looked like serious porn. At least with the Indiana Jones parody you could have laughed your way through any awkward moments. You twisted your fingers in your lap while he crouched down in front of the VCR and got the tape set up. After pressing play he flopped down next to you, shuffling around to get comfy on the sofa. He thought he had been subtle but you hadn’t missed him picking up one of the cushions and placing it over his lap. The possibility of Eddie sitting right next to you with a raging boner had your stomach flipping with anticipation.
The film opened with a scene of a woman masturbating, you kept your gaze stubbornly locked on the television screen but from the corner of your eye you watched Eddie’s knee start bouncing with nervous energy.
You had been watching for all of two minutes and the energy in the trailer had already turned electric. If you hadn’t had your eye on him the entire time you would’ve sworn Eddie had turned up the thermostat because the air was suddenly stifling. You had to remind yourself to breathe as the thump of your heart steadily quickened. Eddie was watching you more than he was watching the TV, you could feel his eyes burning into you as he focused on the subtle changes in your facial expressions. Particularly the way your mouth formed a soft oh as you watched the woman pumping her perfectly manicured fingers in and out of her pussy. He took note of the way your chest was rising and falling a little faster, the way your hips were shifting ever so slightly. This was turning you on. Which in turn made Eddie’s cock strain even more painfully against his zipper, more than it already was from watching the movie alone.
Eddie was in hell. The scene had now switched to two women eating each other out and he was desperate to undo his jeans to give himself just a fraction of the relief his body was screaming for. Your expression had changed to one he couldn’t quite read, you still looked like you were enjoying it, only now your brows were knitted together almost as if you were frowning.
“You okay?” Eddie choked, immediately embarrassed by how broken his voice sounded.
You nodded, still not taking your eyes off the TV.
“I guess I’m just wondering what that feels like, you know?” You jutted your chin towards the scene playing in front of you. “Guys don’t actually like doing that.”
“What?” Eddie asked incredulously. “Are you telling me no one’s ever gone down on you?”
“Nope,” you sighed, of the handful of people you had slept with, you hadn’t had much luck. They were all pretty selfish lovers. “I’ve tried to ask for it a few times but no one was into it.”
“Pussies,” Eddie scoffed.
“Do you do it?” You questioned, your own voice had risen in pitch at the thought of his messy curls buried between your legs.
Shit. He walked himself right into that one. The truth was that Eddie would love to go down on someone, he’d just never been given the opportunity. He rubbed the back of his neck anxiously as he tried to think of a response that didn’t require him to tell the truth.
“Eddie?” You asked at his fidgety silence. “Are you okay?”
“Yep, yep, I just uh-“ he huffed a laugh, with his mind drawing blank he had no choice but to confess. “I’ve never done it either. I’ve never done anything, actually.”
“What?” Your attention was completely off the film now as you turned your entire body ninety degrees to face Eddie head on. “You’re still a virgin?”
Eddie felt his face flaming with embarrassment hearing you say it out loud. He knew this whole thing was a fucking stupid idea.
“Not by choice,” he snapped, a little hurt when he mistook your surprise for you poking fun at him.
“No no no, I didn’t mean it as a bad thing, not at all,” you assured him, scooting closer to rest a comforting hand on his forearm. He tightened his grip on the cushion still hiding his erection. “I’m just shocked because, well - have you seen you?”
“What do you mean?” He raised his eyebrows in question.
“You’re hot.”
You said it so matter of factly but all he could do was roll his eyes at you, assuming you were just trying to humour him.
“You’ve been out in public with me,” he refuted. “Girls actively go out of their way to avoid me.”
They did, you had witnessed it happen and you hated it. You could say with absolute confidence that it had nothing to do with his looks. It was the “devil worshipping” rumours that had spread around town like wildfire, and since ninety percent of Hawkins’ population were complete morons they bought into said rumours. Of course not a single one was true, the only thing Eddie was guilty of was being unapologetically himself.
“Doesn’t mean you’re not hot.”
“Okay,” he sighed, still sceptical. “Even so, no one is lining up to fuck the town freak.”
“Don’t,” you told him sternly, you had made it a habit to scold him anytime he referred to himself by the title he’d been unfairly burdened with. “Don’t call yourself that.”
A sad smile settled over his features and he placed a hand on top of your own, his fingers enveloping yours in a grateful squeeze. You sat in silence for a few moments, the only sounds echoing through the trailer were the obnoxious moans coming from the TV. It was very intrusive of what was supposed to be a tender moment and you couldn’t help bursting into a fit of laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation you had found yourselves in. Your guffaws were infectious and Eddie couldn’t help but join you until you were clutching your stomachs for air, matters were only made worse when you chanced a look at the screen to see the main actress now giving a very enthusiastic blow job to what looked like a delivery man. You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder as your laughter subsided into soft giggles, his still shaking shoulder jostling your head every now and again.
“I wonder what it feels like too,” he blurted out.
You lifted your head to look at him in question, he nodded towards the screen as you had done moments ago to see the woman currently gagging on the man’s cock.
“Oh,” you exhaled, your mind racing as it occurred to you this was the perfect time to finally make your move.
Little did you know, Eddie’s thoughts were in exactly the same place. The amount of times he’d dreamed of kissing you alone, he never thought he would have the chance to explore his feelings for you deeper but this bizarre idea you had created the perfect opening. Sucking in a shaky breath he prepared to shoot his shot.
“Here’s a crazy idea,” he started. “And just tell me to shut up if I’m picking up the wrong vibe...”
Your insides fluttered as it became clear you were on the same page.
“We both wanna know what it feels like,” you finished for him. “We could help each other out.”
“You don’t have to-“ he started rambling. “I mean I really wanna go down on you - if you’ll let me - but I don’t expect you to suck my dick if you don’t wa-“
“I definitely want to,” you cut him off by placing a hand over his mouth to shut him up, you felt his mouth curl into a smile against your palm.
You removed your hand and shuffled closer until you were almost sitting in his lap, he twisted his body slightly to face you more comfortably.
“Okay erm - Do you wanna kiss first?” He asked hesitantly.
God. He chided himself. Why do you sound so awkward? You’ve wanted this for years.
“Of course,” you giggled like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “C’mere.”
Placing your palms on either side of his face you guided him towards your lips. It was slow and gentle at first, curious as you got a feel for one another. His lips were warm and soft, the way you had always imagined them. The kiss deepened when you felt him tease your lower lip with the tip of his tongue. You granted him access, surprised yet delighted that he was quickly gaining confidence. His hands which had at first been twisting awkwardly in his lap found firm purchase on your thighs. He squeezed the doughy flesh there and you grinned against his lips when he released a soft sigh of content. Giving you both a much needed chance to breathe he pulled away ever so slightly, staying close enough for the tips of your noses to graze affectionately.
“Does it feel weird?” He asked, his hot breath fanning delicately over your skin.
“Yes,” you nodded through another giggle.
“Oh,” He frowned, a little dejected. It wasn’t the answer he was expecting, to him kissing you felt like the most natural thing in the world. “You wanna stop?”
“Fuck no,” you dived back in for his lips, smothering him with a fierce kiss that tore a moan from his throat, the sound sent butterflies straight to your stomach.
You took your time lazily exploring one another. Your hands tangled in his messy locks, your nails scratching against his scalp only spurred on his intensity. The cushion still wedged between you over his lap was the only thing stopping you from straddling him and grinding against what you knew he was trying to conceal. Not that it mattered anymore, you’d be more disappointed if he wasn’t hard at this point. A loud, guttural whine from the movie tore your attention away from one another and you looked over your shoulder to see the woman now being fucked over a pool table by two guys at once.
“Can we turn this shit off now?” Eddie asked breathlessly.
“Yeah,” you agreed, sliding out of his lap.
Your nerves made your fingers clumsy as they fumbled with the buttons on the VCR until the screen finally went black. You stood and spun on your heel, gasping when you smacked straight into Eddie who’d silently walked up behind you.
“Sorry,” he laughed softly, his hands tugged you by the elbows as he chased your lips with his again.
His touch was so gentle it was making you feel light headed. When he stepped forward to close the gap between you his very prominent erection dug into your lower stomach. You whimpered into his mouth and all he could think was how desperate he was to hear you make that sound again. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours, in that same position he walked you backwards down the short hallway to his bedroom.
When the back of your knees hit the edge of his mattress you squealed as you tumbled backwards. Eddie was quick to climb over you, his mouth greedily attached to your jaw while he followed you up the length of his bed to lay back against his pillows. He gripped your chin to tilt your head back, lazily sucking a messy trail of soon to be purple bruises down the column of your throat. He rocked his hips into yours and you both gasped at the delicious friction until he could stand it no longer.
“You first, okay?” He mumbled against your skin as he sucked one last bruise just below your ear. “This is probably gonna be over pretty quickly for me.”
His tone implied it was a joke but you could read the insecurity written plain as day across his features, you stroked his face and placed a loving peck to his temple.
“You know that’s okay right?” You assured him. “It’s actually kinda sexy.”
He pulled a face that told you he thought you were full of shit.
“Seriously!” You promised. “Knowing that I made you feel so good that you just couldn’t hold it back any longer? Hotter than most guys think.”
“If you say so,” he snorted, still convinced you were just trying to make him feel better.
He nudged the hem of your shirt up to pepper kisses across the soft expanse of your stomach, his tongue darting out to swipe at the spot just above the button of your jeans. While his fingers fumbled to remove them you were suddenly overcome with a rush of timidity.
“Can we like, undress together?” You asked, your hands covering his to stall his actions. “At the same time?”
“Sure,” he nodded, pulling away to lean back on his heels above you. “Yeah, sure.”
His shirt was the first to go. Then yours. Next was his jeans, your mouth went dry as the clinking of his belt buckle rang in your ears. His cock sprang forward as he pushed the denim down over his ass and your eyes widened at the sizable tent in his pale blue boxers, a darker spot on the front visible where they had become wet with his precum.
“Your turn,” he prompted, snapping you out of your trance.
“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, pushing your own jeans down over your legs.
Once you had tossed them to the carpet beside you he wasted no time kissing you senseless, his full weight pushing you down into his mattress. The outline of his dick was so much more apparent now that there were only the two thin layers of your underwear separating you. You were a blur of tangled limbs, swallowing one another’s moans. He palmed your breast over the cup of your bra before breaking apart a panting, desperate mess.
“Can I take this off?” He pleaded, his finger running along the fabric of your strap.
You arched your back and reached behind you to undo the clasp quickly. You ripped it away from your chest and tossed it to the floor to join the rest of your clothes. Eddie stared in awe at your bare chest. He had pictured what you looked like naked countless times but none of his fantasies could compare to the real thing. You were fucking perfect.
“Eds?” You asked, feeling bashful beneath his intense gaze.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he muttered, eyes still trained on your chest.
If he was this hypnotised by your tits what would he be like when his face was buried in your pussy. His palms found purchase on either side of your waist, his hands brushing upwards over the delicate skin of your ribs before cupping a breast in each hand. He leaned down for more kisses as he kneaded and pinched at your sensitive nipples. He moaned softly into your mouth, a deep ache settling between your legs at the sound.
“Eddie… Please,” you whispered, your impatience showing through the roll of your hips.
He grunted at the friction against his leaking cock, his name had never sounded so beautiful leaving your lips. He kissed his way quickly down the valley between your breasts and along your soft stomach before he inched back on the bed, his face now level with your clothed cunt.
“Oh fuuuck,” he groaned, eyeing up the big wet patch that had soaked through the material of your cotton panties. “Did I make you this wet or were you just really enjoying the film?”
You leaned up on your elbows and smiled down at him. You couldn’t tell whether he was joking or not but either way he really had no idea the effect he had on you.
“You,” your heart fluttered at the flash of pride that crossed his face. “All you.”
He took a minute to run his middle finger up and down the wet patch, your hips shifting of their own accord every time he bumped over your clit. You became impatient and lifted your hips, shuffling in an attempt to rid yourself of your underwear. Eddie, eager to strip you of them himself, hooked his fingers beneath the elastic and tore them the rest of the way down your legs. His cock twitched in his boxers when he caught sight of your bare pussy for the very first time. He gawked at the pretty pink folds, swollen and glistening with your arousal. He was forced to snap himself out of a trance for the second time when he found himself almost drooling.
“Promise if it’s bad you’ll stop me?” His voice was laced with self doubt, the pads of his fingers tracing anxious patterns across the skin on your thighs.
“I won’t stop you,” you reached down to stroke under his chin forcing him to look up at you. “I’ll guide you, just do what feels natural.”
“‘Kay,” he nodded, he tipped his chin to press a thankful peck to the palm of your hand. “Ready?”
“Mmhmm,” your sigh came out a tremble from the anticipation as you settled back against his pillows.
He slid his arms, toned from years of lifting heavy band equipment, beneath your thighs so your legs lay over his shoulders. His first taste was experimental, a quick swipe of his tongue across your clit but it made you twitch and whimper still. His eyes fluttered shut as he explored you more insistently, flicking and suckling as his confidence built from your positive reactions. Your fingers wound tightly in his hair when he shook his head back and forth between your legs, the soft curls tickling the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He moaned into you as your nails raked across his scalp, the vibrations causing your hips to instinctively buck into his face as you gasped at the unfamiliar but breathtaking sensation.
“Fuck, holy fuck,” he pulled away panting, his chin shining with your slick. “You taste so fucking good.”
Eddie couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you had offered this to your past partners on a silver platter and they had all turned you down. Were they insane? On the other hand he also couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to be the only person in the world who had the privilege of worshipping you this way.
He pressed his thumb against your clit, first fumbling through a couple of misses until you happily threw your head back against his pillow and whined. He focused on the spot that had drawn that noise from you and rubbed in small fast circles, your hips wiggled against his touch until he replaced his thumb with his lips and sucked hard. He ran his middle and ring fingers along your slit, gathering your wetness before plunging the digits inside you. Despite the welcome stretch you winced a little as he moved them in a harsh jabbing motion. Eddie froze immediately when he noticed your discomfort, his fingers stilling inside of you.
“It’s okay, just do it like this,” you showed him how to curl his fingers and wiggled them in a come hither motion.
Eddie was a quick learner, once he started moving his fingers the way you had shown him it didn’t take him long at all to find your g-spot. His tongue lapped at your clit as he continued to work his fingers inside of you, your back arched off the bed as you felt the tingling heat of your impending orgasm build faster by the second. Eddie could tell you were close, the way you were needily grinding yourself against his face had him thrusting his own hips against his mattress. If you didn’t get there soon he was probably going to cum in his pants and then he really would want the ground to swallow him up.
“Eddie,” you whimpered as your grip on his locks tightened painfully but he didn’t care, as far as Eddie was concerned he was in heaven. “Eddie, feels so good.”
He growled into your pussy as you chanted his name and it was one of the hottest fucking sounds you had ever heard in your life. A few more flicks of his tongue and a stroke against your spot and the dam was breaking. You cried out as your hips writhed against his face, Eddie tightened the grip he had on one of your thighs to hold you in place. His strokes didn’t let up until you were a trembling, mewling mess, weakly pulling at his hair as the overstimulation became too much.
“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie…” You still whimpered his name.
His swollen lips released you with a pop and he gazed up at you with his big, glassy, lust blown eyes. A proud smirk pulled at his lips while his fingers still moved inside of you lazily. He grinned when he pulled them out of you and examined the slick coating the digits.
“Was I okay?” He asked you with a cheeky grin, his earlier doubt well and truly washed away.
He knew he had done a good job. He felt the intensity at which you clenched around his fingers when you came.
“Very, very, very much okay,” you laughed breathlessly. “More than okay Eds. You’re fucking amazing.”
He laughed with you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks at your praise. He shifted to his knees and groaned at the ache in his cock, the tiny movement alone almost pushing him to the edge. Fuck he thought. Your eyes widened as you clocked the precum stain on his boxers, it had almost tripled in size since before he went down on you. You rose to your knees and crawled towards him. Your mouth crashed to his in a searing kiss, your tongue gliding against his as you tasted yourself for the first time. Reaching down ever so lightly you ran your fingers up his cock from base to tip. His hips bucked forward while he whined into your mouth.
“Fuck, fuck don’t do that,” he panted. “Sorry, I’m so close already and you haven’t even touched me.”
The desperation in his voice was making your insides melt. You gave him a quick peck on the tip of his nose and encouraged him to lie back in your previous position against the pillows. You swiftly pulled his boxers down over his hips and watched his cock spring free to slap and bob against his stomach. Holy. Fucking. Shit. You couldn’t help the way your jaw hung open as you stared at his full length. You had thought it was funny the way he had been staring at you earlier but you were certainly mimicking his expression right now. You would never have described a dick as pretty before but christ, Eddie was fucking beautiful.
You had an idea that he was of a generous size when he was grinding against you earlier but actually seeing him was a whole other thing. You shouldn’t have been surprised, everything else about Eddie was so goddamn perfect why wouldn’t his dick be too. The shaft was long and velvety, a few delicate veins showed faintly beneath the skin. The bulb of his sticky, red tip was blotted with precum, leaking just below his navel. Eddie was getting more nervous the longer you didn’t speak. He hugged his arms to himself, fighting the urge to cover himself and prayed for you to just make a move, any move.
“What?” He muttered hesitantly. “It’s not like, weird or anything is it?”
His voice brought you back to reality and you looked up at his blotchy cheeks. His wide brown orbs were swimming with worry and you were overcome with the need to kiss it all away. You launched forward and attacked his lips with your own, swallowing his gasp of surprise.
“No,” you said in between kisses. “Not weird - just so - fucking pretty.”
You felt the stiff press of his erection as you continued to make out with him, the leaking tip smearing wet streaks of arousal across your skin as he bucked impatiently against your ass.
“Please - sweetheart,” he croaked against your lips. “Begging you.”
You showed him mercy and pulled away from his lips, open mouthed kisses now trailing down his chest and abdomen until you reached his painfully swollen cock. You decided not to tease him any longer, you didn’t think he’d be able to take it.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Eddie cried, the palms digging into his eye sockets as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick, your hand jerking the silky smooth base. “Fu- baby, feels so goo- gonna make me cum so fast...”
The way he was choking on his words was adorable. You relaxed your throat as best as you could and bobbed your head within a centimetre of your gag reflex. Up and down, up and down your lips became a mess of his precum and your spit, you braced yourself as his hips jarred upward to drive himself deeper into your mouth. You felt his thighs trembling beneath where your forearms were resting, he was so close you could tell. Cupping his sack gently with your free hand, you took him to the back of your throat with a quiet gag.
Eddie’s orgasm rushed over him so violently he didn’t have a chance to pull you away or even warn you it was approaching. You choked a little as thick, hot spurts of his cum painted the back of your throat. Trying your best to compose yourself, you swallowed every drop of him that roped across your tongue. Eddie whimpered incoherently while he combed his fingers through your hair, his hips still rocking as he humped your face through his release.
You breathed steadily through your nose as you focused on taking him all down. He shuddered as you gave him a squeeze and lapped up the remainder of his seed before you released him with a pop, the back of your hand wiping the drool from the corners of your lips. His feeling of bliss quickly turned to humiliation when it dawned on him that all of that can’t have lasted more than two minutes. Hell, it was probably no longer than sixty seconds. He threw his arms across his eyes, hiding away from you, terrified of looking down and seeing the disappointment on your face.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled into his forearms. “Fuck - I couldn’t stop it, you just felt so fucking good.”
Oh Eddie. Sweet, sweet Eddie.
“It’s okay, hey it’s okay,” you whispered against his skin as you kissed your way up his body.
You peppered your lips over every inch of his forearms in an attempt to coax them away from his face. When that wasn’t working you slipped your hands into his own and yanked them away, your forehead falling forward to press against his.
“It’s okay,” you assured him again.
He leaned into your touch, his fingers intertwining with your own.
“Thank you,” he simply said. “Not just for trying to make me feel better but for even agreeing to this in the first place.”
“Eddie, do you seriously think I wouldn’t want this?”
His brows knit together with an anxious look that said yes, he absolutely did think there was a world where you’d say no to this.
“Well, put it this way,” you placed his hands on your hips and reached yours up to cup his face. “If you wanted to give me your virginity, you know fully, I’d be more than honoured to take it.”
“Are you serious?” He chuckled breathlessly in joyful disbelief when you nodded with a grin. “When?”
“Whenever you want,” you laughed at his adorable eagerness. “I know you already have condoms in that drawer.”
“Oh so you do snoop,” he accused playfully, tightening his grip on your hips to flip your positions and pin you beneath him again.
“Sometimes,” you admitted sheepishly.
“Hmmm,” he hummed as he started to mouth at your neck, his hips slowly starting to rock against your heat once again. “Just give me a few minutes and we’ll be good to go.”
Eddie wasn’t joking, it took him less than five minutes to get fully hard again. Even if he wasn’t trying it would have been difficult not to when he was completely losing himself in you. He lay between your open legs as you engaged in a series of heated and needy kisses. Lips desperate to touch every inch of skin they could reach. Your hips ground into each other in sync, simultaneously craving the feeling of him finally being inside of you more and more with every passing second.
“Eddie,” you whined breathlessly. “Condom.”
“Uh yeah, yeah,” he muttered between kisses, his shaky breaths fanning hot across your face.
He blindly reached for the handle of the drawer closest to his bed, not willing to tear his lips away from yours to search properly. When he felt the knob he gripped it and yanked it open with so much enthusiasm the entire drawer dislodged from the dresser, it clattered to his floor with an echoing thunk. After a second when the initial shock had passed you erupted into a burst of laughter, Eddie’s eyes growing wide, obviously surprised by his own strength.
“Jeez Eds,” you poked at his ribs gently, still giggling. “That eager?”
“What do you think?” He teased back, rolling his hips hard into yours so his naked cock glided along your glistening folds.
You gasped in shock at the confident move. While you thought the nervous, fumbling Eddie was the cutest fucking thing in the whole entire world, this new found assertiveness suited him more. You would take anything he was willing to give you but you prayed he wouldn’t see this as a one time thing, you’d love to experience what he’d be like in bed after you’d helped crush all of his self doubt. He reluctantly pulled away from you to rummage on the ground for the box of condoms. He returned to you with a triumphant look when he finally found them under the mess of socks and boxers he kept in that drawer.
“So when did you get these exactly?” You asked out of curiosity.
“I didn’t, Wayne got them for me years ago when he attempted to give me ‘the talk’” Eddie laughed at the memory, while he found the situation amusing it was probably the most uncomfortable poor Wayne had been in his entire life. “Said as much as he loves me he wasn’t raising another kid that ain’t his.”
“Are they still good to use?” You checked, you might just cry out of frustration if you’d gotten to this point and you couldn’t have sex with him.
“Wh- you mean like, condoms expire?” Eddie’s face dropped so quickly it was almost comical.
“Yes,” you exhaled, trying to hide your slight impatience as he scanned the box for the expiration date.
You stared at his disheartened expression, his brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. You didn’t even realise you’d been holding your breath until you saw the excitement rush back onto his face.
“We’re good to go,” he grinned.
You bit your lip as you watched him tear open the box. His fingers trembled slightly as he fumbled with the little foil packaging and for what must have been the hundredth time that night your heart melted. He ripped one of the squares open with his teeth and rolled the condom down his length, giving himself a few strokes for good measure. A deep ache settled between your legs as you watched him shudder under his own touch, still sensitive from his previous orgasm.
You reached out to him, tugging on his arm until he fell forward on top of you. You squealed and laughed beneath him as he crushed you with his weight, his hand gripping your chin as he attacked your face with tiny kisses. You pushed at his ribs gently until you had flipped him onto his back. Straddling him you captured his lips, he immediately deepened the kiss, tongue tangling with yours. You rolled your hips in a steady rhythm, your wetness gliding along his cock. He grunted softly into your mouth and you were overcome with the carnal need to have him inside of you.
“Eddie,” you rasped against his lips. “I need you, I fucking need you.”
“Fuck, okay” he muttered more to mentally prepare himself than to you.
“Ready?” You whispered breathlessly as you held the base of his cock and lined him up with your entrance.
He nodded his head avidly and you sank down his length, just the tip at first but Eddie’s jaw still dropped wide open. He stopped breathing as he watched himself disappear inch by inch until he bottomed out, he threw his head back into the pillow and whined at the feeling of being engulfed by your warm, wet heat. Eddie was bigger than you were used to but the stretch was divine, you braced your hands on his chest and stayed still for just a moment as you let your body adjust to him.
“You okay?” You asked brokenly, you reached up to stroke the side of his face where his head was still thrown back, your thumb grazing back and forth over the apple of his cheek.
“Mmmhmmm,” he hummed, his head tipping forward to lean into your touch, fighting to gain an ounce of self control.
You rocked your hips experimentally, both of you gasping at the sensation, he felt so, so deep. You linked your hands with his, your fingers intertwined and set a steady pace but Eddie was struggling, he thought he would do better this time round since he had cum no more than fifteen minutes ago but this position was proving to be too much for him. You looked like a fucking goddess above him as you rode his dick, your tits bouncing in his face with each thrust of your hips, tiny soft moans catching in your throat each time his tip brushed against your g-spot. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to not blow his load so fast but he was fast approaching the precipice, the blow job you had given him was amazing but it was nothing compared to your pussy. This was like nothing else he had ever felt in his life. He felt the familiar heat beginning to build and his hands suddenly flew to your hips, his fingers gripping like a vice to halt your movements.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he whimpered, his eyes now wide with desperation.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” You stopped bouncing your hips in panic, worried that you had inadvertently done something to hurt him.
“Can we swap?” He pleaded. “Please, I gotta set my own pace or I’m gonna cum right now.”
You were about to tell him that it was okay but you knew he wouldn’t accept it after the shame exhibited after your blow job. This was all about him and you wanted to give him whatever he needed. So instead you just nodded, leaning over him to place a kiss against his swollen lips as he slipped out of you.
You took his place on the mattress while he settled between your open legs. You shrieked out in surprise when he scooted back and you felt his lips attach themselves to your clit again, his fingers sinking inside you with a new self assuredness in the way that you had shown him you liked. He wanted you to cum again before he did and he suspected he wouldn’t get you there using his cock before he exploded.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” you sighed as you raked your fingers through his chestnut curls.
His fingers didn’t fill you quite as satisfyingly as his cock had been doing but he was stroking you in all the right places, you really were impressed by how quickly he’d perfected it.
“Eddie, ohhhhh Eddie,” you arched your hips into his face and he moaned into you, the vibrations making you squirm in his hold.
“Jeeesus Christ I can feel you,” he choked, his lips temporarily leaving your clit while he picked up the pace of his fingers. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers so tight.”
The thickness of his digits dragging in and out of you had your thighs trembling around his head, you looked down at him to find his hooded gaze already staring up at you. He smiled when your eyes locked, his lips and chin slick with your arousal.
“C’mon baby,” he whispered before lowering back down to lap at your clit, his wrist twisting as he doubled his efforts with his fingers.
“Ohhhhh my god,” you clenched down on him as you felt the coil tightening in your belly, you couldn’t take it any longer.
Your back arched as you saw stars, pushing his fingers even deeper into you. You tugged his hair harshly as you fell apart, your body curled in on itself as your legs clamped down around his head. Eddie kept moaning through your orgasm, his fingers slowing their pace a tiny bit at a time until you were whimpering and tapping at the now tangled curls you had knotted. He chuckled into your skin as he pulled away to press kisses up your thighs, across your hip bones, across your tummy. Eventually he made his way back up to your lips, you tasted yourself for the second time that night as he licked into your mouth.
“You make the cutest little noises when you cum for me,” he sighed between kisses. “I can’t get enough of you.”
His words gave you violent butterflies and you grinned against his lips. He kneaded the doughy flesh of your still quivering thighs before he bent your knees to wrap your legs securely around his waist. He gripped his painfully hard cock and dragged the tip up and down your soaked folds, shivering every time he nudged your sensitive clit.
“Do you need a minute?” He asked, his urgency showing through the waver in his voice.
“No,” you shook your head. “Please, please, please I need you inside me, please.”
He kissed you again soft and sweet as he effortlessly filled you up. Both of your eyes grew wide, mouths dropping open in a silent “oh” as he buried himself to the hilt. His unsteady breaths fanned out across your face as he gave an experimental thrust of his hips. He fell forward onto his forearms, one resting by the side of your head where his fingers combed through your hair whilst the other fisted his bed sheets tightly in his grip.
“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Eddie mumbled against your temple, his hips finding a steady rhythm as he thrusted into your heat.
He pressed more tender kisses to your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, the corners of your mouth, the occasional whimper slipping from his lips as his speed started to rapidly increase.
“Fuck, hmmmm,” he breathed so quietly. “Ohhhh fu-ck.“
His face was fucking angelic. A light blush spread across his cheeks, his pupils were blown wide with lust before he squeezed his glassy eyes shut and jaw hung slack in bliss. He was so beautiful.
‘How could no one else want him like this?’ You thought. ‘I’m so fucking lucky.’
You could tell he was getting close from the way his hips started to falter, his face was now buried in your neck as he rutted desperately into your pussy. His lips skimmed across your neck and down across your skin before he suddenly sank his teeth into your shoulder.
“Ah! Did you just bite me?” You gasped at the sudden sting.
“Sorry,” he panted, a hint of guilt in his voice. “Got a little carried away.”
“No, no, I liked it,” you assured him. “Mark me.”
Eddie grunted into your flesh as he bit down on you once more, your request making his cock twitch inside your walls.
“You want me to mark you?” He panted. “Show everyone your mine?”
“I’m yours,” you whined, your arms winding around him to rake your nails down his back, delighted when you felt the goosebumps under your touch. “I’m yours.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he grunted, his hips fucking into you at a near brutal pace, you grabbed the meat of his ass in both your palms to pull him as close to you as physically possible.
For the first time in your life you wished you were on the pill, you were aching to feel his hot seed spilling into you, you wanted to feel every single part of him.
“Eddie, baby,” you purred into his ear. “I gotta feel you, please ohhh-“
“M’gonna cum- uhhh,” Eddie’s entire body went rigid against yours as he came undone in your arms, his face tucked tightly into the crook of your neck as you pressed kisses against the crown of his head while he released into the condom. “Oh fuck, baby, baby, baby…”
Your nose nudged softly at the side of his face and your fingers drew invisible shapes across his wide shoulder blades. Minutes passed before either of you had the energy to move. He slipped himself out of you with a wince before unhiding his face and rested his chin on your chest. His hooded eyes gazed up at you, a lazy grin spread across his blissful features.
“Hi,” he breathed, his head spinning from the happiness coursing through his veins.
“Hey,” you giggled, booping him on the nose with your pinky finger.
He took your hand and placed it over his racing heart. You giggled and leaned up to place a kiss on his lips. This one was different, hot and desperate had turned to loving and tender.
“Wow,” you sighed as he touched his forehead to yours.
“Wow,” he agreed, unable to keep the smile off his face.
He promised he’d be right back as he excused himself to the bathroom. He disposed of the condom and ran to the kitchen to get you a glass of water. Pulling on a fresh pair of boxer shorts he snagged your panties up from where they had been tossed on the carpet and handed them over to you. He pulled back his duvet and climbed into bed, one arm stretched wide open for you to snuggle into his side. He pulled you close to him, his hand cupping your chin as he brushed his thumb softly across your cheekbone. If anyone could see you now they’d probably throw up from how sickeningly in love you both looked.
“I’m so glad it was you,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips to your forehead, his voice so quiet you almost missed it.
“I’m glad it was me too,” your heart soared as you beamed up at him, you had no regrets regarding your past relationships but a small part of you wished he had been your first too.
“Did you mean it? When you said you were mine?” He asked, praying you weren’t just saying it in the heat of the moment.
“I’ve always been yours,” you confessed.
“Fuck, you mean we coulda been doing that for years?”
“Oh don’t worry,” you smirked. “We’re definitely gonna make up for lost time.”
“If I knew you finding my crappy porno collection would lead to this I’d have left it out in plain sight a long time ago.”
You laughed and hid your face in his chest. “Well maybe I’ll forget to call at Family Video more often too.”
“Aha!” He wrapped his arms fully around you so you couldn’t move and crushed you to him. “So you admit it was your fault.”
“I didn’t mean that!” You argued, trying to wriggle free of his vice-like grip but it was no use, he was holding you too tight.
“Too late, you said it,” he laughed, pinching your sides and kissing the top of your head.
You accepted defeat, laughing and making out until you settled into a comfortable silence, the soft rise and fall of his chest and his steady heartbeat lulling you to sleep.
…
The first thing Wayne did when he got home from work in the early hours of the morning was kick back in his armchair with a steaming cup of coffee and turn on the news. He shrugged off his overalls and made his coffee while he tidied the kitchen, the pizza box from last night still leftover on the counter. He knew Eddie had friends over for movie night on Fridays but he usually did a better job of tidying up after himself. It wasn’t a big deal, the trailer wasn’t much more messy than it usually was. He placed his mug down on his favourite coaster and picked up the remote from where it was flung on the coffee table.
You had started to stir when you heard the sound of the coffee pot boiling in the kitchen, the noise drifting down the hall and through Eddie’s bedroom door which was left slightly ajar the night before. You groaned at the sunlight streaming through the cracks in his blinds, you hadn’t meant to stay the whole night but you’d done a pretty good job at tiring each other out. Leaning over the side of the bed you snatched up one of Eddie’s discarded shirts from the floor and shrugged it on just in case Wayne came in to check on him. You had slept here before so your presence wouldn’t be much of a shock but you couldn’t say the same about accidentally flashing him.
“Eddie,” you whispered, shaking his shoulder in an attempt to rouse him where he snored softly next to you. “Eddie, I think Wayne’s home.”
Eddie’s eyes fluttered open sleepily and you couldn’t help but smile at how precious he looked, you brushed back the stray locks that had fallen in his face while he slept.
“Morning sweetheart,” he whispered back, grabbing your hand to kiss each of your fingers individually before pulling you close to his chest again.
You shared a couple of sweet lazy kisses but were harshly ripped from your bubble by the sounds of obnoxious moans coming from the living room.
“What the-?” You heard Wayne cry out as you both scrambled into a sitting position. “Eddie!”
“We forgot the fucking tape!”
1. You realize that Tyler Oakley is in fact, a real person. A person who shits himself on the way to his college class actually.
2. Tyler Oakley’s laugh in person is actually the cure to all physical and mental diseases. (there is nothing better)
3. You get...
It starts out simple. Eddie notices that Steve sometimes spaces out, but no one really pays him much attention. Usually, he’ll try to enter back into the conversation, and he’ll earn a few eye rolls when he has no idea what anyone’s talking about.
But what really haunts Eddie is the way Steve will sometimes be zoned out with his jaw and fists clenched, looking as if he’s reliving the worst of the upside down. He’ll gradually come out of it, and sometimes Robin will nudge him and quietly whisper if he’s okay, but he just shakes it off.
It’s like he has to appear fine in front of everyone, but Eddie gets it. He’s not sure what the group would do if Steve fell apart.
But a few times, he looks like he’s on the verge of it.
One time, he’s far away enough from everyone that Eddie is able to inconspicuously make his way to the former jock and nudge him. “Penny for your thoughts?” Eddie asks.
Steve startles and Eddie watches as the tension in him increases then slowly releases until he appears “normal.”
Eddie grabs his wallet and sifts through it before finally finding what he wants. A single dull penny.
He hands it to Steve who takes it and starts fiddling with it. He glances back at everyone else to make sure they’re out of earshot before he answers, “I’m just scared that maybe this Vecna creep will return, you know? It’s happened four times by now. How do we know it’s over?”
Eddie takes a deep breath. He’s gone through the same thought process of wondering if he’ll be back. If life will return to hell again. But he can’t imagine what it’s been like for Steve whose done it multiple times.
But he’s been able to logic his way out of his anxiety before. “Well, we have Will who has the whole Spidey-sense thing going on, so we’ll know if he’s back but… remember what El said. She felt it. Like it was finished this time. For good.”
Steve just nods and Eddie sees the tiniest shred of anxiety slip away. “Plus,” Eddie continues, “Can’t let our hero boy do all the worrying or his strength might deplete. How about I do all the worrying and standing guard tonight, huh?”
Steve glances over at him for a second, and Eddie almost thinks he’s going to laugh him off or something. Instead, he lets out a shaky sigh, puts his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, and squeezes. “Thanks, man.”
Eddie watches as Steve pockets the penny and actually heads toward the group with a smile on his face. He smiles and looks around. Time to stand guard.
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Eddie almost forgets about it, but it’s probably the whole not-getting-any-sleep-because-he-keeps-having-nightmares thing. It’s been a particularly bad week when he finds himself in the Harrington home with all the gremlins and other adults. He wants to be all bigger than life / life of the party, but his energy is gone.
He sits at the kitchen island on a barstool with his head in his hands, staring at the granite slab of the countertop when a hand and something slides into his view.
The hand pulls back and Eddie gets sight of a penny. What the-?
He looks up to see Steve sitting next to him with a small smile on his face. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asks.
Eddie stares at him and feels his heart flutter but he wills that to die down a bit. He shakes his head. “I don’t know, man. Just…” he glances off to see if anyone else is in earshot before continuing, “I keep getting these damn nightmares. Sometimes about… Chrissy… sometimes about random stressful shit, but they just won’t stop. It’s like although Vecna’s gone, he’s always here.”
Steve’s gaze has turned sympathetic as he runs a hand through his hair and looks around before lowering his voice. “I’ve been through the same thing, but I’ve found that it’s easier getting through the night with other people. Don’t tell anyone, but I snuck into Robin’s room for weeks after the whole Russian torture thing. But hey, if you want to crash here with me tonight, I’d be more than happy to have you.” Steve glances away from Eddie and runs a hand through his hair again as a faint blush appears on his cheeks. “Hell, you’d be helping me out too, man.”
Eddie considers it and immediately feels a wave of relief flood through him at the thought. He pockets the penny and squeezes Steve’s shoulder. “That’d be great. Thank you. Really,” Eddie says with a smile and eases himself off the barstool.
He hears Dustin raising his voice in the other room and Eddie says to Steve, “Time to ware out the children.”
Steve just laughs and joins him, but Eddie sees another tiny piece of tension leave his body.
-:-:-:-:-:-
It slowly becomes their thing. Eddie finds himself keeping pennies on himself at all times just in case, but by some strange fate, him and Steve always use that same penny.
Sometimes it pressed into Eddie’s palm, Eddie once throws it at Steve yelling, “catch!”, and sometimes it just appears in one of their vision.
The thoughts range from stupid things like Steve trying to remember if he turned off the oven to Eddie’s Dnd campaign to the overwhelming trauma from the Upside Down seeping into their lives.
Along with the penny becoming a regular thing, Eddie sleeping in Steve’s bed becomes a regular thing too. At first, it’s a bit awkward as they try to find out how much space each of them needs, what side of the bed they prefer, what they’re like in the mornings, and overall just how to be around each other when sharing a bed.
It shifts when one night, Eddie notices Steve staring at the ceiling wide awake. Eddie leans over the side of the bed where his pants are and digs into his pocket to retrieve the penny which he gently lays on Steve’s chest.
Steve glances down and carefully picks it up, twirling it as Eddie watches the coin slightly glint in the moonlight. There’s a deep breath and then Steve is saying, “I was just thinking about what if we… I don’t know. Like… held each other? Or rather, I was thinking that it would be nice to be held.”
Steve sets the penny down on the nightstand which indicates the end of his thoughts but he doesn’t dare turn to face Eddie. But Eddie is already scooting closer to press his body against Steve who instantly curls into Eddie’s embrace holding him as if he’ll escape if he tries to let go. But Eddie would never escape.
And every night they hold each other close with no questions asked and no penny needed.
-:-:-:-:-:-
Eddie’s feelings for Steve grow. He knows they’ve been there since the beginning, but with the whole penny thing, it’s like he has the key to all of Steve’s deepest thoughts and desires. He knows that Steve has access to his as well and is just thankful that Steve’s never given him the penny when Eddie’s been staring at him. He knows he can’t lie to Steve, and it may be dumb, but he especially can’t lie with that penny in sight.
So, he says nothing. He keeps holding Steve through the night, comforting him if he’s awoken from a particularly bad nightmare, but usually just laying there willing himself to stay awake as long as he can so he can bask in the sensation of holding Steve Harrington.
Then, one morning as Steve makes them breakfast, Eddie looks at him for a little too long, wondering how he’s been able to live his life without him when that penny is slid into his sight.
Eddie blinks down at it and swallows as Steve looks at him. “You,” Eddie blurts out, “I was just thinking about you.”
Eddie leaves the penny on the table because he knows that’s not enough of his thoughts. Steve turns back to scrape the eggs out of the pan onto a plate and put some butter on their toast before he turns back to Eddie. He doesn’t pry, but through the breakfast the penny stays in sight.
Eddie’s plate is clear when he finally fully answers, “I was just thinking about how much better my life has been since you’ve come into it, and… thank you.” He feels blood rise to his cheeks and finds Steve with a similar blush.
“I was thinking the same about you,” Steve responds and takes their plates to clean them before Eddie can respond.
He knows he’s falling in love with him.
-:-:-:-:-:-
It’s a few mornings later, and Eddie feels someone watching him. It doesn’t feel creepy or bad because he can feel the way that Steve has shifted to lean over him. Eddie opens his eyes slowly and takes in the view of Steve staring down at him with a small smile on his face. Eddie rolls towards his side of the bed, where his clothes are piled up and grabs the penny before rolling back to Steve.
He gently presses it into Steve’s hand who continues to stare down at him with a look in his eyes that Eddie can only assume is reflected in his own gaze.
Steve takes a deep breath and whispers, “I was just thinking that I might be in love with you.”
Eddie’s heart stutters, and he feels Steve’s hand shift to press the penny into his. Eddie smiles and replies, “I think I might be in love with you too.”
Steve smiles all wide and bright in the way that makes Eddie feel like he’s the luckiest person in the world to be able to see it. Then, Steve’s hand is intertwining with Eddie’s and as the penny presses into their palms, they both lean in and kiss, only breaking away when they both break into wide smiles and begin laughing as all the tension drains from them.
Years later, Eddie gets the penny turned into a ring and when he gets down on one knee, all he asks is, “Penny for your thoughts?”
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Pairing: Jack (Whiskey) Daniels x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY
Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are long time rivals. As Statesman agents you both have been put up for the same promotion and this mission is your final chance to prove yourself. Have you got what it takes? Or will a certain cowboy get in your way in more ways than one…
Warnings: slow burn (sweet but painful), canon-typical violence, mentions of blood, weapons & hospitals, mutual pining, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, piv sex, fingering, cumplay, language, angst, fluff - these warnings will be updated as I continue * - INDICATES SMUT
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This is such a cute fic I died by the end from the cuteness
Hi, I love your blog!! I pretty much leave “hearts”/likes on your posts. Please don’t stop writing!! 🥺💓
I’m new on tumblr so I don’t really know the terms.. like, is it a blog, is it a wall, is it a board... 😅😅😅
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I was wondering if you could maybe write about any of the Pedro characters falling for a medical resident...? 😕 I’m currently 23
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**I thought this would be perfect for Whiskey!!!
Doc
“Doc, I don’t understand why I have to do this.” You look up as a man that looks like he just walked off a GQ photo shoot for what a modern cowboy should look like barreled through the door. “I’m fit as a fidd- well, hello there.”
He had been expecting old Doctor Jenkins, the man who had run the medical lab for Statesman for twenty years, not you. The man’s scowl quickly turned into a charming smile. His lips turned up under his thick mustache that would normally turn you off, but somehow added to the appeal of the lanky man in dark denim and a sports coat.
His dark eyes swept around the examining room as he reached up and took off his hat. “I must be dreamin’ cause Doc Jenkins was never as easy on the eyes as you, sugar.”
Ah, Jack “Whiskey” Daniels. One of the senior agents at Statesman. You had been warned by Champ when he hired you and Ginger when she showed you around that Jack was something of a lady’s man. Only Doc Jenkins had said that there was more to Jack that met the eye and that while he did have a reputation, he also respected women.
“Jack.” Both of you turned towards the open door to see the silver haired, bespectacled doctor coming in. “I see you are already hitting on my new resident.” Doc shook his head, his stern tone belied by the smile on his craggy face. He introduced you. “Eventually she will take over my position when I’ve decided I’ve had enough of patching you up.” He tells Jack and you flush under the subtle praise.
There were other medical residents, but Doc Jenkins had taken a shine to you. Telling you that you worked harder than the others, not pompous or thinking that you knew it all because you had gotten your degree. He had picked you from the others and taken you under his wing, something you would be eternally grateful for.
“Doc, why are you pulling me in for another-” Jack started to protest but Doc just held his hand up.
“Jack, you aren’t 23 anymore like our little lady here is.” Jack scowled at the old doctor while you felt your cheeks grow hot. It was true you were definitely younger than the agent, but that didn’t stop you from thinking him absolutely handsome. Jenkins turns toward you. “This boy is more stubborn than a mule. Refuses to listen to Doctor’s orders.”
“Dammit Doc.” Jack muttered before a smirk made its way to his handsome face, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looked at you. “Just means I’ve got more experience, darlin’.” He winks and you feel like you are going to melt from the heat that floods your body.
“Alright, lover boy.” Doc slaps Jack on the back and turns him towards the table. “You know you have to have the physical done. Champ’s already breathing’ down our necks to get them done.”
Jack grumbles but starts to strip down, showing now modesty whatsoever if you judge the grin on his face when you start the examination. You just know you are going to have your hands full with this cowboy.
****
Over the next few months, you manage to see Jack Daniels every few days. You didn’t think much of it, agents had dangerous jobs and they were constantly beating their bodies up for the good of the country and the world. Various aches, pains, bruises and sprains were treated while the two of you talked and laughed together. You had really not thought it was unusual until today.
“I swear to the finest Kentucky mash that boy has it bad for you.” You look up from the chart you were filling out to find Doc standing at the door to your office with two glasses of bourbon in his hands.
“Huh?” You shook your head, not understanding what he was talking about.
“Jack.” He laughs when he sees your furrowed brow. “Boy’s coming in again. Says he pulled a muscle during his latest mission.”
“So?” You turn back to the chart, dismissing his claim. “He’s always in here. Being an agent is hard on the body.”
“That’s just it, girl.” Doc comes over and plops down in the cushy chair opposite your desk and leans over, setting your glass next to your hand. “I used to have to threaten to hogtie that man to get him anywhere near an examine room.”
Your pen freezes as you look up at him. Noticing the smug grin on his face before he takes a sip of his drink. “Now Champ is threatening to hogtie him to keep him away.”
“No.” You scoff, throwing down your pen and grabbing your drink, suddenly feeling as if your throat was a bit dry. “You said it yourself, Whiskey is getting older so it’s natural that he would be a bit more injured as time goes on.”
“That boy is healthy as a horse.” Doc snorts, lifting his glass up in a mock toast. “He might not be 23 but he acts like it, and he damn sure never came willingly to get treatment, not even after being shot.”
Your eyes widen. Doc had turned over the treatment of all the senior agents over to you soon after Jack had completed his physical. So every time he had been hurt, he had come to you. He was….he had….You couldn’t even finish the thought in your head but Doc nodded at you.
“I see the light bulb’s gone off.” He chuckles before tossing back the rest of his drink and standing. “If you don’t feel the same way, girl, let him down easy.” He frowns for a second, pausing before speaking again. “A lot of others dismiss him because of the reputation he built for himself. But it was done on purpose to protect his heart.”
You knew about his past. You had read the files on every single agent in Statesman. Agent Whiskey had lost his pregnant wife in a robbery gone wrong only weeks before she was due to give birth to their son. There was a long time where his psych evals were a grim picture of recklessness and a lack of self preservation. As if he had wanted to be taken out and join his family. Eventually he had worked through his grief and had adopted the persona he now carried.
Doc looks down at you thoughtfully. “He’s a good man, honey.” He tells you honestly. “And if you want him, you can guarantee that cowboy would worship the ground you walk on.” He turns and walks toward the door. “He’ll be here in twenty minutes.”
You stared at the door for a long time after he left, lost in thought.
****
Walking into the exam room, you see that Jack is already up on the table, shirtless with a sheepish smile on his face as he nods towards his shoulder. “Sorry to pull you away from other important things, darlin’, but I guess I just went a little too hard with the lasso.”
You normally required all the other agents to call you by your name or Doctor, or even Doc but you let Jack get away with calling you darlin’ or sugar or honey just like Doc Jenkins. You let him get away with it because it always made the butterflies erupt in your stomach to hear him call you some term of endearment.
There was a soft spot for Jack inside you. Had been since that first meeting, you couldn’t deny that. “Let’s take a look.” You smile and snag a pair of gloves from the body and pop them on.
It was a pulled muscle, if it was really injured at all. Looking back, most of the injuries Jack had come to you for were minor. Ones that you really couldn’t do much for beside heat or ice and a massage coupled with anti-inflammatories.
You put your hand on his shoulder and a subtle shudder ran through him before you heard a belated hiss. “Yeah, there it is.” His shoulder shakes as he gives a chuckle. “I guess I need to slow down some, stop being so good at my job.” He turns his head and winks. “Maybe Champ will let me hang around the office more.”
Your stomach did that butterfly thing again, and you avert your eyes back to his shoulder as you press and poke, feeling the muscles and bones underneath. “Just need a little TLC, Jack. That’s all.” You venture, heart starting to pound in your chest. You were going to do this. You were going to ask him out.
“And where do you suppose I could get that, sugar?” He asks quietly.
You step away from his shoulder and pull your gloves off, looking into warm brown eyes that are solemnly fixed on yours. “I recommend you get cleaned up and come to my house tonight at 7 for dinner. I’ll even make sure your shoulder gets the proper treatment it needs.” You know he doesn’t need anything. His shoulder is fine and both of you know it.
Jack’s smile is bright and his eyes glitter with excitement. “Sure thing, Doc. I’ll always follow Doctor’s orders.”
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