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After Hours | Eddie Munson x Fem!Lifeguard!Reader

Summary: After a day of being scolded by the Hawkins Community Pool lifeguard, Eddie takes his interest in you home and imagines what it would be like if he called the shots.

Pairing: Eddie Munson (Stranger Things, 2022) x Fem!Lifeguard!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Tags: smut (18+ only), solo masturbation on Eddie's part, Eddie is a teensy bit pervy but that's how I like him, imagined oral (m receiving)

Author’s Note: Just a little blurberella inspired by @queenimmadolla and her recent lifeguard!reader x Eddie fic which you can read here! Thank you, Queenie, for letting me develop your idea further!

The trailer shakes as Eddie slams the front door closed behind him. Wayne, sitting slouched on his side of the couch with a beer in his hand, pulls his attention away from the soap opera that plays on the small television set to look at Eddie before his eyes flit back to the melodrama happening on screen.

“How was the pool?” Wayne asks, eyes still fixated on the T.V. as he brings the bottle to his lips.

Eddie crosses in front of the luminted screen—Wayne craning his neck to make sure he doesn't miss anything as he passes—to reach the desk beside it and the few books that live on the shelf above it. He answers, distractedly, “Crowded, loud, and I’m pretty sure I saw a kid vomit in the grass.”

“Sorry it wasn’t to your liking,” Wayne says, only half-heartedly providing his attention to the conversation. 

“What are you on about, old man?” Eddie says as he snatches a tall hardcover book from the others. “I had a great time,” he says over his shoulder before jogging towards his room.

His thin, green flannel, unbuttoned and framing his lithe torso, flutters behind him as he makes large strides toward the room at the back of the trailer, his black flip flops smacking along the way. Eddie fixes his sleeves, rolling them up over his elbows, as the door shuts behind him. He locks it with a swift flick of his wrist, beginning to crack open the book over his forearm while he kicks off his sandals, sending them flying in every which direction. He falls back onto his unmade bed, taking the book in two hands: “Hawkins High Yearbook, 1984.” 

He bought it that year when he was in a sentimental mood, thinking it would be his first and final senior year, the last time he and Ronnie would share a yearbook together. Now, as he skims past his own photo in the book, he thinks it a far away dream and the yearbook itself was rarely revisited explaining the thin layer of dust it’s collected. But Eddie doesn’t aim to reminisce. No, he’s looking for something, for someone. 

There’s your picture amongst the sea of other Hawkins High Seniors. Of course you’re so goddamn photogenic, he thinks as he gazes at the quarter-size portrait. Your eyes are especially captivating. You have this subtle way of looking at the camera, like you're looking at him directly. It’s eerie yet enrapturing at the same time.

He flips towards the back of the book where the clubs and activities are situated. He finds the Hawkins Girls swim team and there you are in nearly every photo on the spread. In your tightly fitted bathing suit, the stripes along the side accentuate your figure, but more than that he notices your smile and the way you make goofy faces at the camera when it’s focused on you, which it seemed to have a hard time not doing.

He sees that coy smirk that you throw over your shoulder as you ready yourself to take your mark on the diving block. It’s that same smirk you give him after sniping back at him at the pool, spread out over your guard stand, towering over him and making him feel small in a way that is all too pleasurable. When he enters your domain, as a lifeguard, you’re the one in control, and he doesn’t mind that, not typically, but he wishes that he could be in control, just once.

He sets the yearbook aside and pulls his swimming trunks—still slightly damp, the acrid smell of chlorine still clinging to the material—down his hairy thighs. His cock springs free, half at attention as he grabs it in his large hand and begins massaging it.

He gives his cock three or four dry pumps before pulling his hand back and spitting on it, engulfing it once more.

He pictures, in his mind’s eye, the image of you in that red one piece, your whistle dangling between your breasts, and those damn gas station sunglasses. They’re that cheap kind of plastic that hardly does anything to polarize the glare from the sun and he knows it based on the way your eyebrows squinch just above them. 

He gives his cock a rough squeeze, moaning deep in his throat. 

You’re so cute when you get in the zone, forgetting he exists for a moment as you scan the pool in front of you. Your lower lip juts out and your posture slouches just a tad. Your sunglasses slide down your nose just a fraction, just so he can see your pretty eyes behind them from the right angle. And when you focus your eyes on him for a second longer than you probably should? He notices, even when you think you're being subtle.

He remembers your skin and that thin sheen that covers every inch of it, both from your sunscreen and your perspiration. He remembers the way your nipples, hardened by the breeze, show without any restraint against the thin fabric of your guard suit. He remembers the wiry hairs of your bush peeking out past the high seams near your crotch, the one piece riding up each time you crossed and uncrossed your legs, just before you adjusted it back into place. He remembers when the temperature reached its high and your chest heaved just a little bit heavier with each breath and a single droplet of your sweat fell from your chin, down your neck, over your chest and between the valley of your breasts before disappearing out of sight. 

God, how he wishes he knew what came after. Past the tan lines and the high riding seams. What you looked like without that one piece on, how you slipped it off at the end of a hard day spent working in the sun. How you would slip it off for him. 

His hand works faster against his dick and his breath hitches as he squeezes tighter.

Cornering you at the end of your shift, when you’re doing your walk-through of the mens showers, when everybody’s left. Grabbing you roughly by the arms and pushing you against those blue tiled walls. Kissing you hard and furiously just to shut that pretty mouth of yours up after having yelled at him all day. He would peel your suit off of you, slowly, savoring each new inch of skin he’d get to see as the fabric of it clings to you, the flesh under salty and damp with sweat. 

As much as he’d like to think his poker face in this moment would be stone cold, he just knows that his jaw would go slack seeing your nipples harden when exposed to the chill air of the early evening that blows in through the open doors on either end of the showers. A chill would be sent running down his spine at the sight of your cunt, obscured by thick hair and framed by your thighs that squeeze together to alleviate the ache he leaves there. Miss high-and-mighty-on-her-guard-stand, he would push you to your knees and watch those beguiling eyes as they stare up at him, demure and mischievous in the way you’d bury your nose into the thatch of hair above his manhood and sniff hard and deep, taking in the heady scent of Coppertone, chlorine, and his musk.

You’d kiss up his length and lick at his blushing tip, your tongue red from the Otter Pop you’d eaten earlier.

He runs his thumb over his tip, spreading the pearly precum that buds there.

You would engulf him in your mouth after two tentative bobs of your head and the inside would be cool and refreshing against his flushed skin. 

The thought makes him shiver in his bed and it makes his movements stutter, a sharp intake of breath before a desperate whimper leaves his lips. He’s close and it becomes harder to hide the noises he wants to make and the rapid squelching of his hand against his cock.

He thinks of you, sucking him off frantically, like you’re desperate to please him. You would keep taking fleeting glances up at him to gauge his reaction and each groan and gasp would be met with a shift in practice. You would suck harder, move faster, lick lighter, pull away and leave teasing kisses when you knew he was close, still vying for control even when it's his only goal to strip it from you. But those eyes and that mouth, Eddie knows he would give you anything, even the control he so desperately craves in that moment. 

You would pull off of him and stroke him roughly with a renewed vigor, kissing and licking the tip every now and again before catching his gaze and commanding it to stay. You would look at him, chest heaving as you pumped him faster and squeezed tighter before saying, “Come for me, Eddie.”

That alone is enough to send him over the edge as his grip on his cock stills and tightens before white hot ropes of cum spill over his stomach and onto his swim trunks. His breathing is labored and his hand falls over his pelvis, fingers kept steady so as not to spread the mess he’s made. He looks to the side of him and finds the picture of you on the diving block, smirking as if you know what's taken place here.

He needs to ask you out. Like, right now. Like, yesterday.

[kitmon]

Eeeeeeeeee!!! You know how to deliver! Queenie, how I adore lifeguard!reader and Eddie Munson *sigh*

Hiiiii my queenie! Could I please request an Eddie fic with lifeguard!reader? Honestly, the plot is up to you I just need this dynamic right now

Ooooh, guurrrrl I was kicking my feet while I typed this up. You KNOW I'm a slut for some enemies-to-lovers when it comes to Lifeguard!Reader x Eddie Munson, so here's exactly that, only 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧' 𝐬𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 there since it's a bitty blurb, featuring hellfire and heather my love.

The sounds of laughter, children shrieking, splashing and chatter filled your ears the moment you stepped out of the showers; body framed in the red hot, one-piece bathing suit you were always required to wear while on duty.

  With lips slightly pursed, a fresh layer of chapstick—spf 30, always—coating them, you surveyed the crowd that would be your responsibility in just a couple of seconds.

  The vultures—ahem, mothers and married women, interested in anyone but who they were due to go home to, were spread out on their towels and chairs. Basking in the sun with futile hopes of obtaining a tan. Mrs.Abernathy was already looking pink, you knew she’d be complaining about the burn for the remainder of the pool day.

  Small children occupied the shallow kiddie pool, floaties bobbed around in the waves their excitement created. In the larger pool, adults tried to relax while ignoring the noise that came with preteens and teenagers gathering. It was loud and obnoxious.

  Just the way you liked it.

  You raised your whistle to your lips and blew as you moved towards the lifeguard’s post, hips swaying with a confidence that befell you the moment you clocked in. Almost like magic.

  “Don’t even think about it, Curtis.” You warned the culprit, stopping him just as he prepared for a running start, no doubt ready to cannonball right next to poor, unsuspecting Mr. Williams.

  You smirked as Curtis deflated and wandered off, muttering under his breath.

  “Oh, thank goodness!” Heather cried out as she climbed down from her post, high ponytail swinging, “You have perfect timing, I need to reapply some sunscreen to my legs, I’m starting to look like a lobster.”

  With a finger on the temple of your sunnies, you lowered them on the bridge of your nose to look her over, pushing them back into place with a brilliant flash of your teeth, “You look good to me.”

  She laughed, swatting your arm, “Stop it—there’s no trouble today, we almost had a drowning this morning though, kid flipped over in his floatie and couldn’t get back up. But other than that, it’s pretty chill.”

  You hummed, pleased as your eyes scanned the crowd again.

  “Oh, and your number one fan is already here.” Heather teased and you groaned right before you locked eyes with him.

  Your lenses were dark. To anyone it should have been difficult to notice your attention was on them. And yet, Eddie Munson stared you dead in the eye from where he and his ragtag group of pale goblins—aside from Ronnie and Jeff, you liked them, Ronnie was spunky and Jeff was funny and nice and also black—huddled over a table and under umbrellas. 

  After Jeff had tagged along with his family once—he gave you some fruit his family had packed, he was so sweet—he and his friends, Eddie included, had made frequent appearances, though they weren’t always happy to be at the pool. Heather mentioned to you once, or anytime she got more than five minutes to talk to you, that Gareth had been the one he sacrificed to approach her. Started a casual conversation that continued to circle around to openly wondering out loud about what your schedule on the lifeguard tower could be. She took great pleasure in pretending to be oblivious before she wanted him to go away. 

  Now, you saw them just about all the time. Why Eddie Munson really wanted to loiter around at the community pool, you had no idea. You had incorrectly, apparently, assumed it would be out of his comfort zone.

  All his friends sat inwards, speaking heatedly about something but not Eddie. He sat with his back against the table top, arms spread out over it and legs manspread over his section of the bench. His chapped lips were pulled up into an almost sinister like smirk.

  You had a sneaking suspicion Eddie wanted to seem annoying, menacing, or even intimidating—and he once was to you. You used to avoid him in hallways, despite the butterflies that fluttered around in your tummy, because the guy was so abrasive. Constantly making fun of people he didn’t like, being ridiculously loud when he realized others didn’t like him, either, and he’d taken to occasionally picking on your group of friends—a couple of science nerds, c’mon dude—so you’d just tried to steer clear.

  Until you got this gig.

  There was something about seeing the local metal head and dealer— usually so imposing with his cool layered clothes, sharp jewelry and ripped jeans—swap out his personality for a pair of black swimming trunks and sandals, exposing his lanky frame, incredibly pale skin and even paler feet. Forgoing his armor, so to speak. Even his tattoos looked kinda funny, randomly placed and spread apart. His normally wild mane was flat, and the ends were wet so you knew he’d been in the water, but if the hair hadn't been a giveaway, his red rimmed eyes would have. You could tell the difference between chlorine and weed eyes from a mile away. 

  Eddie Munson didn’t look remotely intimidating to you. In fact, he reminded you of an anchovy. How long had he been just a guy and not some big, obnoxious overly-opinionated-to-the-point-of-being-mean ogre like you built him up in your head? Sometimes, you wondered what revelations he might be having about you as well. Made you kinda glad your little crush on him was gone.

  You tried not to laugh as you broke eye contact to return your attention to Heather who was also biting back a smile. 

  “I’ll have you know he looked pissed to be here up until the moment you walked out. Good luck!” She sang as she twirled around and hurried away.

  You’d barely managed to get settled in your seat when you realized he and his friends had left their possessions at their table in favor of occupying the area of the pool closest to you.

  “No way! I’m not doing that!” You heard Gareth hiss. It was so funny to see them awkwardly just standing there in the water, like they were waiting for the okay to go home. 

  “Causing trouble, Munson?” You asked, trying not to look at him. Eddie had quickly dunked himself underwater, and emerged wiping his hair out of his face and running his fingers through it. The way he was doing it reminded you of how they did it in Baywatch, albeit a bad attempt because his wet hair kind of melded together and his fingers got caught in it so he had to yank. It was obvious he was trying to show off and flex. Distantly, you wondered if his rib cage showing a little could be considered a six-pack.

  “Just trying to soak up the last couple minutes of fun, since you’re on duty, Killjoy.” He shot right back at you without missing a beat, teeth gleaming in the sun as he grinned, “Don’t you have kids to keep from running by the pool or something, or are you just planning on harassing innocent, little ol’ me all day?”

  “He wanted me to pretend to drown him earlier so that you might actually have to care about him for a couple of seconds while you do mouth-to-mouth.” Gareth confessed with a straight face that went momentarily terrified as Eddie whirled around, face set in a sneer and furious.

  “Dude, why the fuck would you tell her that—” And then he was back on you, “He’s lying to mess with your head, I wouldn’t want to kiss you to save my life.”

  “That’s good, because I wouldn’t kiss you—it’s not a kiss, by the way—to save your life, either. That’s a death I would have had to call.” You remarked, twisting the cap of your water bottle off to take a swig as his friends let out a chorus of Oooh!s. 

  You tried to pretend not to notice how Eddie seemed to stare up at you, the way he stared up at you, corner of his lip twitching into a smile as he accepted defeat without a rebuttal. For a second, you thought he might have been impressed, maybe even a little proud of you, and then he quickly ducked under water, until he was chin level and nervously glancing around. 

"One of these days, you two are just gonna have to get a room." Ronnie laughed, tossing her silky black hair over her shoulder.

  You felt your face get warm and chose to blame it on the heat instead of the fact that (one) Eddie Munson had popped a woody to you and (two) you definitely still had a crush on him.

  What a cruel summer this was gonna be.

𝑙𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ℗ 𝑐𝑎𝑓𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑒 ♡

[kitmon]

Do you have any Eddie x Heather headcanons?

Hmm if I’m being honest I’m not huge on hellguard but @queenimmadolla is! They’re the one that requested the Heather x Eddie art I did a while ago

[kitmon]

Men never cease to disappoint me… except you fanon Eddie Munson, you can do no wrong

[kitmon]

*ೃ༄ Shuffle your ‘On Repeat’ playlist, and list the first ten songs that play! Then, tag ten people!

@queenimmadolla my beloved has called upon me! I love love love music, especially talking about it and I could potentially recommend some good stuff in the process!

1. Brick and Glue - Rose Chronicles (sickeningly bittersweet and beautiful, so full of emotion that I’m nearly moved to tears every time)

2. Turning Point - Suzanne Doucet (this is what you hear before you die but instead of it being dreadful it’s every beautiful memory you’ve ever experienced)

3. The Breaking Hands - The Gun Club (angst but make it jaunty and don’t forget the synth bells)

4. Autopilot - Seam (simple and yet so moving and nostalgic)

5. The Downtown Lights - The Blue Nile (that twinkly intro gets me every time, additionally, the best song to fall asleep to)

6. Tennis Racket - The Autocollants (so sweet and shy, it feels like having a schoolyard crush)

7. Why Do You Love Me? - Cocteau Twins, Harold Budd (a more mature kind of falling in love where it’s deep and rich and all consuming)

8. Thinking Of You Thinking Of Me - Bogdan Raczynski (mmm no words, just vibes, alternatively, aphex twin adjacent)

9. December - Dodecahedron (Jeff Buckley but the reverb goes wild)

10. 2 Late - The Cure (the most underrated cure song of all time and I mean that with my whole heart; most relatable love song they ever wrote and it’s perfect for maladaptive daydreaming)

All right! That’s all! Hopefully you found something you liked, if you listen to any of these please please let me know what you thought of them!

I only have like 3 mutuals so I shall tag the only two that haven’t done this @dadsbongos @powderblueblood

[kitmon]

Stranger Fans 4 Humankind

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Abdallah is a medical student in Munich, Germany, and also works at a local nursing home. He is pictured above with his fiancée Verena, who is assisting with the fundraiser for his family who are trapped in Gaza.

Abdallah's 71-year-old father has lymphoma and urgently needs medical treatment. His sister is caring for four minor children amidst the crisis in Gaza. The family lives in constant fear of bombings, living with no electricity and struggling to get food.

Amid power outages and dwindling food supplies, my fiancée’s sister’s son battles fire and wood outside to prepare food. The food supplied by organizations is often expired and is no longer edible. The emergency in Gaza is more urgent than ever. 

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[kitmon]

i’m pretty sure i’m gonna do it regardless, but let me poll the audience so i know what i might be working with. if i joined ficsforgaza, and wrote for stranger things characters (yes, i would be putting a lot of my own works aside—but it’s the bigger picture here, my fics will always be there and it’s looking like Gaza might not, and that is fucking insane), would you donate for a customized fic?

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Food, cash & essentials:

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[kitmon]

would love to see jonathan and eddie re-(because they TOTALLY knew each other the whole time) meeting 👀

or maybe even heather and eddie coming face to face (doesn’t have to be shippy—i just need to see them being haters in the same frame for sanity purposes)

Oh girl FINALLY an excuse to draw Heather! I love her so much it’s actually not even funny 😭

This is obviously not canon Heather, I love her too, but I dunno, I wanted to give some rep for the Afro-Latinas!

So I took elements of canon Heather and your OC Lisa from your moodboard and I kinda just mashed them together, I hope that’s alright!

[kitmon]

Awwww stahp! You’re too freaking nice!

Omg PLEASE tell me me a movie character you think of when you see my handle!! This will totally make my day!!!

you are SUCH a comfort character, but in a cool way—and you do it so effortlessly, which is why I think of my comfort character from sisterhood of the traveling pants, tibby rollins, whenever i see your tumblr handle. always ahead of everyone else while simultaneously relishing in the past and she’s incredibly creative, too, just like you 🥹🙂‍↕️🩷

[kitmon]

Hi all—our blog no longer pops up in tumblr searches, and our posts aren’t consistently showing up on the dash, so we have a hunch that we’re shadowbanned. It’s important that we all keep reblogging posts and spreading the word about @ficsforgaza so that our effort doesn’t lose momentum!

[kitmon]

Drawing my Stranger Things boyfriends has really gotten me out of my art rut so if your interested, send me an ask with some requests! They can include silly scenarios, specific characters from the show, an au or two! I likely won’t draw everything just because of time and interest but I’ll try to get out the ones that interest me! I probably won’t draw any ship art just cuz I’m very picky about that kinda stuff but don’t be afraid to send other ideas!

[kitmon]

A quick sketch for my lovie @queenimmadolla of her boyfriend, Stevie

[kitmon]

Needed to capture the sheer man-sluttiness. You know for a FACT him and Steve pull up looking like this

as soon as the temperature gets above 70 degrees.

“If I wanted to see a twig and some berries, I’d take a walk by the creek.”

Some more OC and Eddie in their Summer Camp AU!!

[kitmon]

You get it, they’d have to hold me back from biting him like a psyched up chihuahua

“If I wanted to see a twig and some berries, I’d take a walk by the creek.”

Some more OC and Eddie in their Summer Camp AU!!

[kitmon]

“If I wanted to see a twig and some berries, I’d take a walk by the creek.”

Some more OC and Eddie in their Summer Camp AU!!

[kitmon]

It’s okay, Dylan, this is exactly the response I was looking for lmao NO WORDS NEEDED

Eddie Munson and my self-insert OC in a Summer Camp AU, perhaps a few slasher elements to come 👀