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Always the bridesmaid.

Groomsman!Eddie Munson x Bridesmaid!Reader (18+)

Basically, I saw this prompt from @eiightysixbaby about Eddie and reader meeting at a wedding and really hitting it off, and I couldn't stop thinking about it so I had to write something about it.

Warnings:Weddings (Robin and Vickie get their happily ever after!!), Flirting, Teasing, Kissing/Making out, Oral Sex (F Rec), Smut, Protected sex (wrap it before you tap it yo)

Word Count: 2,874

*dividers by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist // Eddie Munson Masterlist

You walked down the aisle with your bouquet of pink roses in your hand, before happily standing at your best friend Vickie’s side as she said her vows and declared her love for Robin, watching on as they excitedly promised to spend the rest of their lives together.

It warmed your heart to see that your best friend had found a love so special. Both Vickie and Robin looked beautiful. Vickie with her fiery red hair styled into a soft romantic updo with little flowers woven into her hair, and her dress was a floaty floral lace white that cascaded down the length of her body, fanning out behind her in a delicate train. And Robin in her perfectly fitted white suit with intricate little lace details, a pink rose pinned through her buttonhole, and little twisted braids styled through her sandy blonde hair.

And as happy you were to be standing so proudly next to your best friend, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander.

At Robin’s side, was her man of honour, her best friend, Steve, decked out in a close-fitting dark green suit and tie.

However, next to Steve was a man who you hadn’t ever seen before. He was wearing the same dark green suit as Steve, although he had chosen to forgo his tie, and had instead chosen to unbutton the first few buttons of his crisp, white dress shirt, offering you a teasing glimpse of the inky, dark tattoos crawling up from his chest to his neck. He had his dark hair pulled back into a little bun at the nape of his neck, with a few loose strands of dark curls falling free to frame his face. And amongst all of his formal-wear finery, it was his deep chocolate brown eyes that seemed to draw you in, sparkling with the glow from the twinkling fairy lights.

Fresh off the back of a messy break-up, you came to this wedding to not only support your best friend, but also drink champagne and have a good time. You'd never been the type to hook up with random guys, however, with how good this mysterious man was looking, maybe, just maybe, you might have to reconsider your morals for one night.

With the ceremony out of the way, you find yourself standing by the bar, sipping from your champagne flute, the bubble fizzing on your tongue as you drink.

“So are you here for the bride, or the bride?” A smooth voice comes from behind you.

Turning around, to see who it was you met with the same deep brown eyes of the handsome stranger who was standing at Robin’s side at the wedding.

“It's a lame joke I know, but I had to find some way to talk to you. I'm Eddie by the way.” He smiles offering you his hand to shake.

You tell him your name in return but as you take his proffered hand he's quick to bring your knuckles to his lips, pressing a quick kiss to the skin.

On anyone else, you would have thought this was a creepy gesture, but on him it was oddly charming, and almost endearing in a way.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful lady.” he says with a quirk of his lip.

“Are you always this smooth, or are you trying really hard to impress me?”

“Is it working?” Eddie asks hopefully. “I saw you looking at me during the ceremony, and I thought I'd be a fool if I didn't come talk to you.”

You huff out a soft laugh at this man’s charismatic nature.

“Y’know, I can’t help but notice that there’s an entire dance floor over there, and yet here you are, drinking all alone by the bar.”

“Is this your way of asking me for a dance?”

“If it was, would you say yes?” he asks with a raised brow, awaiting your answer.

You take his hand in yours once more, and look into his deep brown eyes.

“Let’s dance.” you smile as you tug him towards the dancefloor.

Once among the crowd of people dancing along to the upbeat music you feel Eddie’s body press against yours, your back pressed against his chest as you sway your hips in time with the music.

His hands settle themselves on the curve of your hips, skimming over the slinky material of your dress, as you gently grind yourself against him. There’s an electricity between you, a spark that tingles as you dance with him like you’re the only two out there on that dancefloor.

“You feel that?” Eddie purrs, pushing his hips into you even more, enough to feel the beginning of his cock pressing against his suit trousers. “You feel how hard you're making me?”

Heat flushes on your face from his whispered words, eager to feel more from him. Eager to see where this night with him will take you.

“whadd'ya say we ditch the dancing, I’ve got a hotel room with a bed big enough for two. We can slip away, just you and me, and no-one will even know we’re missing.” He says all so invitingly.

You turn your body around in his arms so that you’re looking into his eyes, his hands hardly leaving your hips.

“It’s like you read my mind.” you giggle, offering him your hand. “Lead the way, handsome.”

With your heels clutched in your hands, and Eddie’s suit draped over your shoulders, you wait patiently as he unlocks his hotel room door, both of you bubbling with dizzy giggles as your lips find collide, laying messy kisses to each other's lips as you fall through the door.

His hands rove over every inch of you, skating over your hips, eagerly searching for the zipper of your dress.

“The zipper’s in the back.” you say between breathless kisses.

“Got it.” you hear him say as he begins to drag the zipper down the length of your back, exposing your choice to forgo wearing a bra, his warm hands feeling how your shoulders bunch under his touch as your work the flimsy straps off your arms. The dress falling down around your hips, in a crumpled, satin bunch. Your chest heaves with excited breaths as he keeps kissing you with a determined passion.

Then you feel his hands skating lower and lower down your back, sweeping over the swell of your ass, urging you to wrap your legs around his waist as he picks you up with an unassuming strength, before sitting you down on the top of his room’s dresser. His lips barely leave yours as he moans into the kiss.

You watch him from your seat up on the dresser as he toes off his shoes and rolls the sleeves of his shirt up, cuffing them at the elbows, offering you a show of the intricate dark ink tattoos that litter his forearms.

His hand skates lower and lower until it’s inching underneath the flimsy material of your rucked up dress, daring to travel up the inside of your thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asks all too sweetly, as if he wasn’t the devil in disguise, his molten chocolate eyes gleaming with an insatiable lust.

“It’s more than okay.” you nod, with a flush rising to your cheeks.

No sooner than the words left your mouth was his hand reaching up the apex of your thighs.

“Aren’t you a little vixen? No bra and no panties, it’s almost like you were expecting this to happen. ”

“A girl can dream, can't she?”

He lets out a little laugh as he smirks at your joke, and then in a change of pace his finger glides over your already glistening wet pussy, feeling the slick drip of your arousal over his calloused fingers.

“It’s cute that all it took was a little kissing to get you this worked up.”

You can’t help the skin-prickling heat that further blooms under your skin at his words.

Two of his thick fingers easily slip inside you, gliding against your slick walls before slowly dragging them almost all the way back out again. His dark gaze fixed on you as he continues to curl his fingers inside you, each time hitting that spot that has your hips eagerly grinding into his touch.

His fingers inch you closer to your high, his thumb easily finding your sensitive clit to rub precise circles around it. With every targeted pass of thumb around your clit your thighs twitch with anticipated need, threatening to close around with his hand between your legs.

“That's it…that's the spot, isn't it? Can see you're holding out on me, pretty girl…let me have it..wanna see you lose yourself on my fingers.”

He concentrates his efforts to pull you over that edge, and with the way his thick fingers drag against your sensitive walls, and his thumb is playing with your clit, he has you right where he wants you. Teetering on the edge of pleasure.

And suddenly the crest of pleasure’s wave came crashing over you as you clenched down on his fingers. Desperately clinging to him, your hands holding on to his bicep for dear life, with his shirt wrinkling under your touch, as he works you through your orgasm. Letting you ride out your release as it comes to a shuddering climax.

Your chest heaves with stuttered breaths, as you try to clear your brain from your lust-dazzled high.

“Well, I’ve never done that before.” you remark, smoothing a hand through your hair.

“You’ve never been fingered before?” he says with a little laugh and that charming smirk.

“No, I’ve never hooked up with a stranger before.” you clarify. “But, I liked it. You’re good with your fingers.”

“Well, thank you very much.” he smiles, playfully wiggling his fingers. “If you liked it, does that mean that you’d wanna maybe continue…” he says, trailing off at the end of his sentences as he gestures between himself and you.

“If that’s okay with you.” you nod enthusiastically.

He smiles that devilishly alluring smile once more, his dimples popping at the corners of his lips as he reaches down to press against the sizable bulge hidden away under his dark dress trousers.

“It’s definitely more than okay with me.”

You hop down from where you’re sitting on top of the dresser, and make your way over to him, moving his hand away and replacing it with yours as you rub his hard cock through his trousers.

“Can I?” you ask with a sultry tone in your voice as you look at him with a lustful gaze, your fingers itching to pop the button and pull down the zipper.

“I gotta be honest, I’d be upset if you didn’t.” he laughs to himself, nodding his head for you to continue.

Your nimble fingers work eagerly to undo the button on his trousers before dragging the zipper down.

Then all too quickly Eddie takes over and dips his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and jeans to pull them down in one swift motion. His hard cock surging free from its confines, eager and glistening with anticipated arousal. Then his quick fingers work quickly, skimming down his dress shirt to undo the buttons, before flinging it to some corner of the room.

Every bone in your body so badly wants to return the favour, to feel the heavy weight of him in your throat, to trace every pulsing vein with your tongue, but as you move to get to your knees in front of him, he stops you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Not that I wouldn’t love that, because trust me I very much fucking would, I just need to be inside you right now.” he rushes out as he leads you to the spacious king size bed in the middle of the room.

You make yourself comfortable against the bed, as he dips down to his discarded dress pants, reaching his hand down into the pocket, before coming back up with a little ‘Aha’ and a little foil packet between his fingers.

“Were you hoping to get lucky tonight?” you ask with a smile.

“A guy can dream, can’t he?” he replies, parroting back your words from earlier with a cheeky wink.

He stalks his way over to you, reaching down to stroke himself a few times, spreading the pearlescent bead of pre-cum oozing from his tip down the length of his cock before tearing the condom open with his teeth and rolling it down his length.

Then in an instant he’s covering your body with his, his lips claiming yours in a hungry kiss. A clash of shared moans and exploring tongues as you come together in hurried passion.

He guides his cock towards your entrance, gently pushing his hips forward as he feeds his cock into you inch by inch until he’s fully seated in you.

His gaze flicks to yours, looking at you from underneath the curtain of his dark curly bangs, as you catch your breath. He’s looking for you to give him the go-ahead before he starts moving.

You nod with a smile, ready and waiting for him to give you the wild night of frantic pleasure that you had been hoping for.

He takes your cue and gives you a few deep and explorative rolls of his hips, letting you adjust to the stretch of his thick cock.

“Just testing the waters, sweetcheeks, you’ll get the full experience soon enough.” he snarks.

“I’m more than ready, just give it to me.” you snark back, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist and hooking your feet at the small of his back.

At your request he immediately snaps into action, fucking himself into you with vigour. Pounding his hips into you with well-angled thrusts that fill you with every thick inch of him.

You do your best to cling your fingers into his shoulders, shamelessly moaning out little gasped whines into the crook of his neck.

“Fuck..” Eddie grits out with a husky growl. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven.”

You don’t really have the words on the breath to reply to him any more than a slight nod of your head and a stuttered whimper of pleasure.

His canted hips never lose their precision, as he rails himself into you and his fingers hold firmly on the sweep of your waist, using your body for leverage to heighten you to dizzying new levels of pleasure.

You can’t help but admire him above you. He looks so beautiful like this. His big brown eyes glittering with lust, his dark curls falling free from the little bun at the nape of his neck, and a blooming pink flush scattering across his freckled cheeks, burning down his sweat-prickled skin, his dark tattoos managing to look less intimidating when they’re sitting on his blush-warmed skin.

You can feel every thick, veiny inch of him as he sheaths himself into your tight heat. It feels like he’s where he should always belong. His cock stretches you in all the perfect ways that you want, driving himself into that little slice of heaven right between your thighs.

Eddie’s hand sinks between your closely pressed bodies, his fingers easily seeking out your clit as he begins to circle around it. A deadly combination when it’s thrown into the mix with his already near perfect thrusts.

“That’s it, isn’t it? That’s what gets you clenching for me. That’s the little button that gets you all wound up, isn’t it?” he teases as his fingers rub your clit in just the right way.

The knot in the pit of your stomach begins to tie itself tighter and tighter with every pass of his rough fingers over your sensitive nub. you knew you weren’t going to be able to hang on much longer. He was making you feel so good and you were ready to surrender yourself to the giddy feeling of a mind-blowing high.

And with no more than a few little circles run around your clit, and his cock filling you to the hilt every time you were pushed over the edge. A pulsing rush spikes through your body, and white spots cloud your vision, as you fall apart with a shuddering orgasm.

It doesn’t take very long for him to follow you, as his hips start to stutter, pressing into you one final time. With a deep growled groan, knowing that you are well and truly satisfied, he lets himself go, spilling his release into the condom.

He almost flops his lithe body down on yours, both of you hot with exhaustion, neither of you quite ready to pull away from each other quite yet.

“So, how was that for your first time hooking up with a stranger?” Eddie asks a little breathlessly.

“You know, you’ve got some good moves, I’ll give you that.”

“Are my moves good enough for you to say yes to having a drink with me tomorrow?”

“Make that a breakfast date, and you’ve got me.” you challenge.

“Done.”

You had come to this wedding alone, but looking up at him, there was a distinct feeling that you weren’t going to be leaving alone.

@abitchyouhate @penguinsandpotterheads @eddiesxangel @ali-r3n @seatnights @mrsjellymunson @sidereustales

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enam3l · 7 months ago

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enam3l · 8 months ago

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I Miss You

Pairing: Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Summary: You're home for the holidays and need an escape, so you call Eddie.

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: short fic, a small suggestive line towards the end, established relationship, reader's family doesn't like Eddie, mention of family making unwelcomed comments about reader's body (nothing specific)

AN: It feels like it's been forever sine I wrote for Eddie! This was an idea that popped into my head during Thanksgiving, and since it's still the holiday season, I figured I would write it! Anyway, hope you all enjoy!

Being home for the holidays was nice, but there was only so much of your family that you could take. You loved them, you did, but once everyone was together (and on their second or third round of drinks), it was as if their brain to mouth filters flew out the window. Soon you were on the receiving end of an endless sea of questioning. Several inquiries about school, whether you finally changed your major to “something worthwhile,” if you were going to graduate on time, many unwelcome comments about your body, and, of course, every single person asked you, “are you still dating that delinquent?”

You had been dating Eddie since your first year of college. He worked at a music store close to campus and the two of you bonded over your shared love for Metallica and the rest is history. Your parents had met him when they came to visit you at school, and did not care for him…shocker. They proceeded to tell your entire family everything about him, well, at least everything they thought about him.

Once the third person asked you about Eddie, with no attempt to veil their disdain, you had had enough. You made your escape, going up to your room for some peace and quiet.

You flopped onto your bed and released a groan as soon as you made contact with your pillow. How you wished Eddie was there. Then you would have someone you could actually talk to.

You propped your head up and looked over at your nightstand. The phone sat there practically staring at you. Eddie was back in Hawkins visiting Wayne for the holidays, and he had told you to not hesitate to call if you needed to talk to him.

So, you did.

The phone only rang twice before you heard him pick up, dropping the phone in what you can only imagine was a rush to answer.

“You’ve reached the House of Munson; this is Eddie how may I direct your call?”

You laughed at his antics, “Hi, Eddie.”

“Hey! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you this early. Is everything alright?”

“I mean nothing I wasn’t expecting,” you released a heavy sigh as you played with the phone cord between your fingers, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too.” You could hear the smile that was undoubtably on his face.

“So, what are you up to?”

“Well, Wayne gets off work early today, so I decided to make us something that at least somewhat resembles dinner.”

You chuckled, “You say that as if you can’t cook.”

“I mean, I know my way around a kitchen, but I’m not exactly Julia Child.”

“That’s fair,” you turned onto your side, “so, what are you making? Anything festive?”

“Well, if you consider pasta and garlic bread to be festive, then yes.”

You chuckled, “That sounds a lot better than the turkey my mom cooked too long and was super dry. I really wish I had skipped out on visiting family this year and spent the holidays with you.”

Eddie sighed, “There’s always next year.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“And you’ll be back here before New Year’s, right?”

“Yes.” You smiled thinking about ringing in the new year with Eddie.

“Good, because Wayne’s working New Year’s Eve and I’m going to be all alone!”

You knew he was dramatically throwing his hand over his forehead, “Oh, you poor thing, whatever will you do?”

“Well, if you’re here, I could think of a couple of things.”

You smiled, a teasing tone came to your voice, “Oh, really?”

“I am clearly talking about watching some movies and eating copious amounts of junk food, get your mind out of the gutter!”

You laughed and quickly covered your mouth to make sure the sound didn’t carry and bring your mother upstairs to look for you, “I miss you.”

“You said that already.”

“It bears repeating.”

“I miss you too.”

“You said that already!”

“It bears repeating.”

There was a small beat of comfortable silence between the two of you. You could hear Eddie’s calm breaths through the phone, if you had closed your eyes, it could have lulled you to sleep.

“I know I can’t stay up here much longer, unless I want my mother to come and yell at me.”

“I guess I’ll let you go then,” Eddie sighed, “although my night will be significantly more bor—oh shit!”

You quirked a brow in concern, “What?”

“The marinara sauce is boiling over!”

“How the hell did that happen?” You laughed.

“I don’t know, but I gotta go! I love you. I miss you, and you can call me again if you need to or want to. You know me. I’m a night owl and will be up all night. Okay, I really gotta go!”

You heard a dramatic scream that sounded almost like a Muppet before the call ended.

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enam3l · 8 months ago

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Could I request something for Eddie and reader where they are both completely oblivious to each other's feelings? Like it's not until someone else says something about it that they realize. Maybe they think that the other person hates them so neither of them have considered it but all of a sudden all bets are off?

cw: hurt/comfort

Eddie hates you. You're sure of it. There's no other reason he would avoid you like the plague, even going as far as just straight up leaving a room when you enter it. And that would bother you a only a little bit if you weren't so madly in love with him.

And the thing is, you're not even sure what you've done to upset him. In fact, ever since you met him, you've been nothing but nice to the man. You compliment him when he wears that leather jacket you like so much and on multiple occasions have offered to pay for his meal when he comes up short on cash when you and the others go out for dinner.

You think that maybe you're coming on too strong. That maybe he's insulted because you want to pay for him. You don't know why, though. It's not for any reason other than that you know what it's like to not have money and would have loved if someone had payed for you when you were struggling financially.

You beat yourself up about it constantly, wondering what you can do to get him on your good side, even though you're certain that it's a lost cause.

So when Robin tells you that Eddie has a huge crush on you, you laugh in her face. Because there's absolutely no way that man is interested in you romantically. And if he is, he really needs to work on his facial expression because he's always looking at you as if you smell.

"I'm dead serious, y/n," she insists as she sits across from you in your usual booth at the diner your group frequents. You sip on your milkshake as you think about it, trying to find any signs that you could have read wrong.

"Right," you roll your eyes. "He's so interested in me that he just has to leave the room when I enter it. He doesn't like me, Rob."

"He leaves the room because the fact that you don't like him upsets him."

"But I do like him."

It seems like everyone but Eddie is aware of that because he's still convinced that you don't like him for whatever reason. He doesn't even have an proof to back that up, but there's just something that gives him that impression.

"He says the same thing. And I'm telling you this so you'll do something about it."

The truth is that Robin has been trying to set the two of you up for months and it's been driving her crazy even trying to get the two of you in one room so now she's just going to have to put fate in your hands because she can't handle it anymore.

"Like what?" You wish she would just spit out what she wants to say instead of beating around the bush.

"Like tell him how you feel?" She says as if it's obvious, and it should be, but you're mind is still stuck on the fact that Eddie actually has feelings for you. Well, allegedly, because just hearing it from her wasn't enough. You needed proof from the man himself.

So without another word, you flee Family Video and make a beeline for hardware store next door where you know he's working. And you know you shouldn't bug him while he's working, but you just have to know if Robin's right.

The supposed unrequited love has been killing and knowing that you could have been together for months frustrates you to no end. The way you had both been so stubborn and convinced that you hated each other when it in fact has always been the opposite.

You storm into the hardware store where Eddie is checking out a customer, laughing at a joke the man's just made, but as soon as his eyes lock on yours, all the color drains from his face. What are you doing there and why are you so upset?

As soon as the customer flees the store and you're sure that the two of you are alone, you head over to the counter and go behind it so you and Eddie are face to face.

His eyes widen and he gulps as you grab him by his shirt. You're going to punch him, he's sure of it. And he supposes that he deserves it for the way he's treated you because he's been nothing but a dick to you when you've been a total sweetheart.

But you don't punch him. In fact, your lips are on his before he can even register what's happening, but he's quick to respond, his hands moving to rest on your arms. You're kissing him and it's not a dream this time. You're actually doing it and you seem to be enjoying it, having no intention of stopping anytime soon.

You pull away too quickly for Eddie's liking and he just wants to go in for more, kissing you until the both of you are breathless. But he can't. At least not at his place of work.

"I'm sorry," You apologize, bringing your fingers up to cover your mouth and you feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment.

"I'm not," Eddie replies, smiling wide. "In fact, you can do that whenever you want."

"Robin-Robin, um, told me that you have a crush on me," you tell him, all the confidence you had just a few moments ago quickly fading as what you've done finally setting in.

"I do," he nods. "I'm sorry. I should have told you."

"I'm no better," you shake your head. "I did the exact same thing. Listen, you can come over after work and we can finish what we started?"

"It's a date," he winks and watches you flee the store, heading down the sidewalk, surely going to tell Robin what just happened. As soon as you're gone, Eddie raises his fists in victory because after months of pining, he's finally gotten the girl.

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