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i wanna sneak a kiss to that small sensitive spot just behind bestfriend eddie’s ear. his curls are tied back & you think he’s asleep so it’s a safe bet- until a soft smirk betrays his blank demeanor and his longing hands reach for your waist, pulling you into him, he grins, “whatcha doin’, sweetheart?”

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espresso by sabrina carpenter has yet to leave my brain for DAYS

like that musical doodle ear worm thing from spongebob but catchier and worse

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”boxer!eddie’s a big lingerie guy. a complete sucker for a little matching set? his weakness”

pls expand on this

he just likes pretty things, what can he say? it's why he's with you ;)

lmao but fr he does. even tho 7/10 sets end up being torn off because he gets excited.

it was kind of shocking to find out bc you honestly thought he'd be a "hm that's nice" and just kinda discard it, but he's not????

you bought a little set for your first 'milestone' in the relationship- going to a match with him that was out of town. you figured he would win, that's why he invited you lol, and when he did you had a little surprise for him. black and red leather set that matched his shorts and gloves, revealing it after he'd gotten cleaned up after the match. his knuckles still wrapped and bloodied, he ran his hands all over your body. kept it on while he pounded you with a vigor you weren't quite used to.

then again for his birthday, you bought a new set. something softer, cuter this time. the same reaction, he'd nearly dropped to his knees to devour you.

anything with straps or hooks or ties? he takes his time taking it off. realllllyyyyy likes ribbons and ties tho bc he can pull them so slowly, so delicately and it's like a little present for him <3

occasionally will buy you lingerie too, ones that he wants to see you in. he just loses it when he sees you in them. eyes light up and darken at the same time. he loves lingerie on you.

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How do the dom Eddies react to their girl bratting in public? Like when she's doing stuff to piss him off that really no one notices but just them

i feel like with rockstar!eddie it doesn't happen as much bc she wants to keep things private between the two of them- in the beginning and through it all really. nepo baby is more of the type to hold it all in and then mock him or ridicule him when they're alone. if she did brat in public, it would be very lowkey, and even then it's a risk bc rockstar!eddie is the type to call you out right there, loudly, bc he gets off on her being embarrassed.

dom!eddie... i mean it's the story of his life lol. he knows, really, that she's looking for a reaction, so that's what he won't do. he'll just kinda ignore her, maybe nod when she's being especially hateful. if it's super bad, or she's doing it in front of people, he'd pull her to the side, give her a warning to stop or ask if she's actually pissed about something. if they're somewhere he can drag her off and punish her, even to just subdue her for a second, he will, if not he just keeps it all in his head and waits until they're alone to handle it. it's what she wants anyways.

cowboy!eddie it doesn't happen as much with bc they don't go out as much but when it does, he's always just shocked by it. he's also the type just to take you home. you want to act bad, fine, we'll go home. always leaves you feeling guilty that the night was ruined, which is kinda the point lol. "we don't have to leave-" "-oh no. you wanted my attention so bad. wanna be mean to me. we'll go home." i don't think that happens more than once that she's just blatantly bratting bc she instantly feels guilty and it's not fun after that.

mafia!eddie it only happens when you've been feeling neglected. really pent up and ignored bc he's been working so much. even then, it's very on the low when she does. she'll pull away from his touch, push his hand off her gently, really push it in silent ways that she knows will get him pissed. not necessarily say things to him, in fact, she's very sweet. plays it off when he'd say something like, "what?" all innocent like she has nooooo idea why he's upset lol. he's controlled enough to keep his cool, play it off like he's not caught onto her little game, until they get home. she's nearly pouty, thinking it didn't work, until he asks her to come to the office with him.

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hi hello so mafia!eddie's girl... i just have an image of him working on something in his office and she just wants his attention. like not a lot of it, just enough of it. so, she's just kinda sitting at his feet next to his chair, letting him run his hands through her hair. the dogs are closeby too. and it's just some casual dominance and submission for when she just wants to submit a little and sit there and be sweet. until she gets bored ofc

i feel like he'd feel kinda weird about her sitting at his feet. even if it is what she wants to do, he gets kinda weird with some submissive things if it's not directly in a scene (bc he only does it for her pleasure).

i could see him either letting her sit in his lap at the desk, or he'd move to the couch so she could lay her head in his lap and snuggle. just being sweet and intimate and near each other, it really helps them both feel better and more content.

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thirty-four, thirty-five |janitor!eddie munson x teacher!reader|

prompt: you want to try something new. eddie's more than glad to try it with you.

contains: smut smut smut smut. not really even smut with plot, maybe a little if the plot is smut lol. oral male and fem receiving. minors dni 18+

Eddie's eyes widened, cheeks tinging pink, gawking at you with a flustered stutter. "W-What did you just ask me?"

You blushed hard, eyes looking down at your shoes. "I mean, like, would you want to do that?" You asked, tilting your head to the side. "With me?"

Eddie's heart was caught in his throat, fluttered so high in his chest and lodged right in his esophagus, choking his words. His eyes batted, rounded and blown.

He knew he shouldn't be so flustered. You weren't a prude and neither was he. He shouldn't be so overwhelmed, but how could he not be? Your sickly sweet voice, so charming and delicate, asking him to sixty nine with you, try something new. So casual and darling, like you were asking him about his day. Fuck, it made his head spin- you made his head spin.

"Well, I-I mean, yeah." Eddie said dumbly, a bob of his head that sent his curls shaking and bouncing. "Of course, I wanna do that with you."

"Are you sure?" You asked, cringing slightly. "I mean, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, sweetheart." His heart swelled in the most delightful way at the endearment. "I just-I just thought it would be exciting, ya know? Something new. I read about it in Cosmo, and it seemed fun."

"Yeah." Eddie croaked, there was no way he could form a coherent sentence right now. Not with the way his cock was pulsing, blood rushing angrily and furiously, clouding his thoughts.

You grinned, wide and a little daring. Oh, he loved you.

"So...do you want to do it... now?"

"Now?" Eddie pointed in front of him. "Right now- like right now?"

You giggled. "Yeah? You got big plans I don't know about? Super busy?" You teased.

Eddie flushed, he was so easy to fluster. Your blushing boy, always so sweet to you- for you.

"Yeah, I'm booked and busy. Sorry. Make an appointment with my assistant. Maybe she can squeeze you in." Eddie grinned, hands finding the small of your waist, squeezing it lightly so you shimmied closer to him.

"Shut up." You laughed.

Eddie sucked in a breath dramatically, teeth whistling while his face scrunched up. "What if I said... make me?" Eddie asked, tilting his head sweetly to the side. "Would you?"

You flushed, heat prickling at your cheeks in a surge of. "Maybe." You shrugged sweetly.

"Maybe?" Eddie parroted with a goofy grin, his hands traveled up and down your hips, your waist, snaking over the swell of your ass with a playful squeeze.

"Don't tease me, Ed." You jabbed a finger playfully in his chest. "Trying to be sexy and adventurous. Like Cosmo said."

Eddie rolled his eyes lightly, thumbs gliding over your hips. "Well, you're always sexy and adventurous to me, babe." You rolled your eyes this time, turning to shake your head, hoping he didn't see how flustered his cheesy line made you.

Eddie's hand found your waist, pulling you back into him, brushing your hair back behind your ear, finger pad tickling the shell down to the lobe.

"Where do you wanna do this at?" Eddie asked, his nose brushing yours, bangs tickling the top of your eyebrows. "Your place or mine?" As if he didn't practically live at your house all the time.

You gave him a shy smile that had his knees buckling, heavy footed steps leading all the way down the hall, towards your own little bedroom.

He had you on top of him moments later, straddling either side of his thick hips, his hands in your hair, your waist, fumbling with your bra. Your own hands busy on his belt- a fucking monstrosity of handcuffs and chains that didn't want to open.

"Ed," You pulled apart, head dropping to get a better look at what you were working with. "You're gonna have to undo this. I-I can't figure this out." You huffed, a little frustrated, dropping your hands by your side.

Eddie smirked, easily sliding the fastener out of place, unbuttoning his own jeans while you pulled your bra off. "Easy, honey." Eddie purred, fingers slowly- calmly undoing his belt with ease. "Relax, baby. Just me." He muttered, the clinking of the chains trickling to the ground, his jeans pooling around his ankles.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his tented boxers, rubbing your sweaty palms on your thighs. You weren't sure why you were so nervous, it was just Eddie. Sweet Eddie, always sweet Eddie. It was your idea after all, so why was your heart hammering so fiercely in your chest?

Ever since you found the pile of dirty magazines in Eddie's trailer, you'd been a little self-conscious. Images of women and men in compromising positions, doing a number of scandalous things. The most scandalous thing you'd ever done with Eddie was gave him road head on the way to work.

From there, you'd been adamant to kick up your sex life. Pouring over Cosmo articles, sneaking into the sex shop downtown to purchase a number of toys, praying someone didn't see you- especially one of your kids. Eddie had been a little confused, but wasn't too concerned until you asked him to slap you one night. He froze, balls deep in you, stilling entirely with wide eyes.

You both decided that wouldn't be for the best. Still, even after his reassurance, kissing your tear stained cheeks and muttering sweet words to you, you still wanted to try to keep it interesting. For both of you.

"Sweetheart, are you ok?" Eddie's voice pulled you out of your own thoughts, eyes snapping up to his. His head cocked to the side, eyes soft with concern. "What's the matter?"

You fidgeted, sitting back on your calves. "I- Have you done this before?" You asked. You felt silly, vulnerable.

"What? Sixty-nined?" Eddie asked, lifting a brow softly. You nodded, lip rolling under your teeth. "No, but you've sat on my face plenty of times."

"Ed," You blushed, a tiny scoff at his bluntness.

"What?" Eddie shrugged with a little grin, dimples creasing into his cheeks. "You have. So how much different can it be?"

"Ok," You nodded, sitting back up on your knees. "So you should probably lay down." You moved off the bed, standing next to him, pushing your own cotton shorts down. Eddie swallowed hard, cock jumping in his boxers. He'd seen you naked plenty of times, but it still made him flustered.

Eddie pushed his own boxers down, flinging them into a pile on the floor with your other discarded clothes. Eddie lied back, hair around him like a halo, back flat on the mattress. He lifted his head, grinning at you. "C'mon, sweetheart," Hand patting his chest, his tongue ran over his bottom lip.

You twisted your hands nervously, the pulsing between your legs enough to numb whatever anxieties you had. His cock flush against his tummy, that dimpled grin behind perfect teeth. It was enough to have you climbing beside him, one knee by his shoulder, his hand guiding your leg gently to straddle his chest.

"Gotta scooch back a little, baby." Eddie patted your hip sweetly, pushing at your hip bone bringing it back towards him. "Can't reach."

"Sorry..." You muttered, breathlessly. Your hands clammy and a little shaky, scooting back further towards his face.

"Don't apologize, sweetheart." Eddie cooed sweetly, his hand smoothing down your back, calming you. "Just wanna be able to reach that pretty pussy, 's all."

You blushed, shaking your head. You looked over your shoulder, Eddie's eyes focused on your ass that hovered over his chin, his hands tightening around you. "You'll let me know if you need me to get off?" You asked. Eddie didn't reply, hands gripping and rolling the fat of your ass, to enamored with that to answer. "Ed."

"Hm?"

"You'll let me know if I need to get off? If I'm too heavy?"

"You're not too heavy." Eddie hummed, eyes trained on your slick, puffy lips. Peeking out and teasing him. He was so close, and it was taking every ounce of restraint he head not to yank you back onto his face and dive in.

"Eddie, please, I'm being serious." You whined, a small huff that bordered on desperate. "Just let me know if you need me to get off."

"I will, honey." Eddie nodded. "Just lay down on me. Let me taste you, baby, I'm dying over here."

You rolled your eyes lightly, but lowered down. Forearms on either side of his hips until your boobs were against his lower belly. Your mouth watered, the sight of Eddie's cock nearly touching your nose, red and erect, ready for you. Eddie waited for you to situate, wiggling your hips back so the tip of his nose was at your mound.

The gasp that tore from you rivaled whatever dirty film Eddie'd seen in the past. Shocked and guttural, your head tipping back, his tongue inside your folds. There was no method, no pattern, certainly no warning. His tongues swiping and licking in every direction, desperate for a taste.

"E-Ed, fuck," You whined, your head falling slightly, cheek on his leaking cock. "Slow, Ed, slow down."

Eddie didn't seem to hear, hands on either side of your hips, lapping with long stripes of his flattened tongue from your clit to your sopping hole. You whined, back arching into his touch, shaky hands reaching for his cock.

You spit in your hand, hips grinding to match the pace of Eddie's tongue, pumping his member to that same steady rhythm, thumb swiping over his leaking tip.

"Oh, baby, do that again." Eddie groaned, his breath ghosting over your inner thighs, fingers dipping into your hips. "Felt good, please."

You ran your thumb lightly over his leaking hole, circling it with his own release, grinning sloppily at the groan he gave. You flicked your wrist again, this time using your tongue to circle his tip gathering the drops of release that dribbled already. Eddie's moans were muffled in your pussy, the vibrations making you throb, clenching.

Eddie's arms made their way around your hips, locking hands behind your back and pulling you closer. Your tongue swirled around his tip, mouth hollowing to take him down your throat. You started to understand why this position was so highly rated in Cosmo. Eddie's tongue lapping at you, fingers curling deep inside you, while you sucked him down your throat, free hand cupping his sac gently.

Eddie's fingers would curl, hitting a spot in you that made you groan, eyes fluttering back with pleasure. His member still deep in your mouth, every small groan and sound you made making his brain blank with pleasure, hips bucking into your throat. You gagged, hands flattening and pushing on the wiry hair at his base gently.

"Sorry," Eddie muttered, a gasping breath that left you shuddering. His chin, nose, cheeks all wet with you. "Makin' me feel too good, baby."

"'s alright." You whispered back, pumping him in your hand, blinking back your teary waterline from the unexpected intrusion. "Fuck, Eddie, that feels good. I'm really close."

"Already?" Eddie's fingers pumped in you slowly.

"Yeah." You hummed breathlessly, thighs clenching.

"Good." Eddie grinned, pulling your cheeks apart, opening you up further for him. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna be close, holy fuck." The feeling of your tongue on his sac, licking and sucking gently, your hand still pumping him in a steady pace, wrist twisting and flicking his length in just the right way that had his toes curling.

"Already?" You teased, a tiny smile when you mimicked him. Eddie's fingers tightened on your hips, pulling you back onto him.

It became a competition, almost. Unspoken and really, the loser still won- who could make the other cum first. You tried to clench, eyes pinching shut and gasps caught in the back of your throat around Eddie's cock. He knew you were close, and as much as he wanted to let you win, the prize was too good. Feeling you shudder and moan while you fell apart on top of him, your body wiggling, desperately trying to still service him while waves of white hot pleasure tore through your seizing body.

"Ed, p-please." You whimpered, high and nasally, your own mind still reeling and numb. His tongue never stopped, lapping up every last drop of your slick.

Your brain was foggy, hand robotically pumping him through your own orgasm. You could see his legs straightening on the bed, toes curling and spreading with every flick of your wrist around him. Pushing your hair out of your face, you wrapped your mouth around him, bobbing deeper and deeper.

Eddie was still trying to catch his own breath, hands smoothing over your hips, when his hips jerked. "Ohhholyshiiiit, sweetheart." Eddie groaned. "I-I, oh shit, I'm cl-lose." His breath hitched in his throat, hips raising to the back of your throat, his own release spilling with every jerk of his cock down your throat.

Your tongue caught the majority of his release, still cupping and rolling his balls lightly, pulsing and clenching around nothing with every filthy, high pitched whine he gave you, singing your praises into the ceiling.

Eddie's chest heaved under you. Slick with sweat and maybe your release, your own chest heaving to mirror his. Your breath in, his out. A dance between your bodies, passing back and forth and back and forth. You went slack against him, cheek to his hip bone, his hands on your lower back, rubbing gentle circles.

Eddie was in paradise, ecstasy induced euphoria dwindling down from his own high, the weight of you on top of him, smothering him in the most comforting way.

You moved so you were still on top of him, chest to chest, your cheek against his collarbones. You'd tried to roll off, but Eddie stopped you. He wanted to feel you, feel you in his arms, on top of him, the weight of you comforting.

"Whaddya rate it?" You muttered, eyes lulling and fluttering back open.

"Hm?" Eddie hummed.

"What would you rate it? Out of five martini glasses?" You grinned, chin propped on his chest to look at him.

"A ten." Eddie muttered, still a little hazy. "A fucking ten, all of it. You, that, fuck, all of it."

You giggled, curling back into his soft skin, warm with you and the flush left behind. "Yeah," You sighed, arms wrapping around his torso.

There was silence for a moment, the hum of the AC unit, Eddie's light breaths tickling your ear. It was peaceful, dragging you further and further into serenity.

"What's the name of that magazine again? Cosmo?" Eddie grumbled, nose buried into your scalp.

"Yeah, Cosmopolitan." You nodded, looking up at him. "You gonna become a Cosmo girl? A regular reader?" You teased.

Eddie snorted lightly, chin tucking to look down at you. "If it means we get to do more of this, then yes. Consider me supreme leader of the Cosmo girls."

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what have you done to my husband, el🔫🔫

A Hard Pill to Swallow

Eddie Munson x reader

This is a very random little blurb reflecting a battle of apologising and longing. I may expand it.

“I miss you,”

“I love you,”

“Im-

Eddie looks at himself in the small circular mirror that’s drilled to the trailer wall. It’s speckled with water marks, hanging beside the wall phone and above the key hooks. He never asked why Wayne has it, mainly to avoid some potential speech of wisdom.

He remembers the last call. How it was filled with tears, regrets and the bitter sickness. The lump in his throat thats only just shrunk back down.

A deep breath is sucked in. Dust and musk meddling with it. He starts again.

“I miss you,”

“I love you,”

“I-I can’t say it”.

The man in the mirror looks back. Eyes of inky despair, hair spiralling outward, like the thoughts that take up Eddie’s nightmares.

The callused fingers betray his heart and move with the motions of his mind. They twist the dial to the numbers they know too well.

The phone cord becomes a victim between Eddies grip. Tugged and squeezed like one would a balloon about to be popped.

Eddies ready to pop.

Each ring dials up the thumping in his chest. The script he chants tickles his tongue. The dial tone amping anticipation. Its close. He takes another breath.

It goes to answer phone.

Theres the beep.

The lump returns.

“Im sorry.”

He’ll try again tomorrow.

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ᴶᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵃᵍᵍᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵘᵗᵘᵃˡˢ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᴵᵐ ᵃˡᶦᵛᵉ- @bettyfrommars @eddiesxangel @oneforthemunny @silent-stories @bangaveragewhitewine @somnambulic-thing

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cowboy!eds telling sweet girl to go and cut a switch, and she keeps intentionally cutting very ineffective ones just to get more under his skin because she's feeling extra bratty

she’s just bored and feels like realllyyyyy pushing his buttons.

picks ones that are so thin they snap when the wind blows, or ones that are soft and rubbery sproutlings not real branches.

the first time he just gives her the look, tells her to go get another. then the second, he realizes she’s just being a brat. takes his belt off and spanks her until she’s sniffly and crying, makes her do it again. keeps it up until she finally picks one.

but in true brat style, it’s one that’s got lots of extra branches and flowers to it takes him a while. she’s pretty smug about it until she has to kneel on the old wood of the porch, unforgiving and rough with wear, hands on her head while he clears it with his pocket knife.

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so initially I wasn’t going to do a part two lol (I still might not we’ll see) bc it was for a writing challenge. but if I change my mind or decide to do one, i’ll let you know! glad you guys are enjoying it!!

strangerprompts: turn back time |eddie munson x reader|

prompt: #8 you step into a hole-in-the-wall bar for a drink and suddenly find yourself in a different decade.

from strangerprompts writing challenge made by @bettyfrommars @allthingsjoeq and @somnambulic-thing <3 this was so fun!!! please check it out and consider writing for yourself!

warnings: language. time travel. but nothing crazy.

“It should be illegal.” You huff, nails digging into the leather of your steering wheel. The GPS shouted at you another robotic turn, drumming out the sound of your roommate on the other line. 

“I mean, seriously? Making me travel alone to- to the middle of nowhere. Ro, I’m not even kidding, it looks like the town Deliverance was filmed in. It’s the middle of nowhere.” You scoff, looking at the rundown building passing by you, all crumbling with desperate need of a renovation. 

“No, it can’t be Deliverance. They didn’t have hotels there.” Roslyn snicker floated through your car’s speakers. “C’mon, it’s not that bad.” 

“It is.” You grumbled. “And then they want us to meet at this bar for mingling. I don’t even know if I’m going to the right place!” You threw your hands up, smacking them on the steering wheel dramatically, turning it as the GPS announced you’d arrived. 

The Hideout- or at least, that’s what you could make out from the peeling sign above the building. “Jesus Christ, I’m getting murdered.” You muttered, sending Ro howling in laughter. “I’m not even joking. I’m about to be a topic on a fucking podcast.” 

“Stop.” Roslyn wheezed through laughter. “You’re not gonna get murdered.” 

“I don’t- This place doesn’t even look open.” You exhaled sharply, flicking through your phone, ensuring this was the right place. “Ro, you have to swear to me if I get murdered, you’ll make sure the true crime freaks won’t make Etsy merch about me.” 

“Calm down,” Ro laughed. “You’re not gonna get murdered. It’s just not the hipster ass bars you’re used to.” 

“No,” You muttered, locking your door quickly, clutching your purse to your side. “I really might. Stay on the phone with me.” 

“What?” Roslyn’s voice broke through the static. “I can’t- You’re cutting ou-” 

“Fuck.” You hissed, looking down at your phone as you climbed the stairs. Call Failed flashing back at you, no bars to be found. 

Turn around, get back in your car, and say fuck it. You do not need this job this bad. 

Yes, you actually do. 

A painful reminder of your maxed credit card, student loans, and rent flashed before your eyes, silencing your bitter thoughts. Sliding your phone into your purse, you clung to the strap tightly.

“Just stay fifteen minutes, then say you feel sick.” You muttered to yourself, reaching for the rusted handle. 

The entryway was dark, eerily quiet to be a bar. You almost thought it wasn’t one, if it wasn’t for the bright neon sign shining at the end. Welcome! Glowing in blinding red letters, underneath it in blue, the piercing glow that read: Stay A While. 

“So weird.” You muttered, your arms wrapping around yourself. 

The air turned colder with every step you took, following the bright signs- the only source of light, down the dark hallway. Your heart hammered in your ears, clutching your purse close to you. Just as you were about to panic, chest swelling with fear, veins icy as the air- you heard it. 

A muffled roar of an electric guitar, a tiny sliver of golden light peering beneath the heavy door. You pushed the door open, met with a sudden wave of warmth, the dim lights of the bar blinding you still. 

“Watch it, sweetheart.” A man with a tray of beers muttered, swiveling past you. 

“Sorry,” You squeaked, looking around the crowded dive bar. You scanned the packed tables for anyone from the conference, shimmying in between tables, peering over teased hair for anyone. 

“Fuck me,” You huffed, settling at a sticky bar booth, still littered with half drank beers and peanuts- the only one available. “No way I’m the first one.” 

You plopped your purse on to the seat of the booth, an iron grip still on the strap. You could feel the cutting glances still cast on you from the others, they’d had followed you from the moment you walked in. Judgemental, all accompanied with a lifted brow. 

Should look in the mirror, You thought bitterly, rummaging through your purse. They’re the ones wearing that outdated, ugly shit.

“Where the fuck- I know I put it in here.” You muttered, taking out the wrappers, your wallet, desperately trying to find your phone. 

“‘Scuse me,” You jumped, eyes wide when you looked up, clutching your purse to your chest. 

Dark eyes met yours, a dimpled smile joining them. “Sorry,” The man lifted his hand carefully, the other balancing a black bucket stacked with glasses. “Didn’t mean to scare you. Just wanted to see if it was ok if I clear this outta the way for you?” 

“Y-Yeah, sorry.” You muttered bashfully. “Yes, that would be great. Thank you.” 

A ringed hand passed in front of you, the light catching in the skull before it grabbed a glass. You moved back to your purse, furiously checking each pocket, chest growing tighter and tighter with fear. 

“You alright?” The busboy asked, swiping another glass, stacking it into the bucket with a soft rattling clank. 

“Yeah- I mean, not really.” You turned, head craning towards the door. “I think I lost my phone in that hallway.” 

“Hallway?” He laughed, his name tag flashing towards you- Eddie, decorated with sharpie drawn bats and devil horns. “Phone’s on the wall over there.” Eddie nodded towards the bar, an old dial up phone mounted there, a sign that the charge is a quarter above it. 

Your brows creased. You didn’t even know those things worked, you always assumed they were decoration for the… edgy aesthetic of the place. 

“No, I mean my cell phone.” You shook your head lightly. “I think I dropped it in that hallway back there.” You pointed towards the swinging door. 

Eddie frowned at you, stilling as his eyes scanned your features. “Are you- Are you feeling ok?” He asked. 

“What?” You snapped defensively. 

“Did someone slip something in your drink or something?” Eddie asked carefully. “Gotta be careful with those old guys. They look harmless but they’re gnarly-” 

“-What? No.” You shook your head, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I-I haven’t even had a drink. I just got here. I’m supposed to meet some people from a conference, but I can’t find my phone-” 

“-Your phone?” Eddie’s nose crinkled in confusion. 

“Yes. My phone.” You barked in irritation. “My cell phone?” 

Eddie blinked at you. “What is that European?” He shrugged. 

“What? Are you fucking with me-” 

“-No,” Eddie held his hands up. “No, I just- I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.” He laughed nervously. “And I mean you’re dressed… different. Not that it’s bad!” He added frantically. 

“I just assumed you were European or something. Not from here anyways.” Eddie muttered, leaning against the table. 

You blinked. It felt like you were in a dream, like everything you were saying was mute, confusing, in Wonderland and entirely discombobulated. 

“You… You don’t have cell phones here?” You asked slowly. 

Eddie shook his head, curls bouncing. “Nope. Not here, sweetheart. Hasn’t made its way to Hawkins, Indiana yet, but sounds pretty-” 

“-What?” You hissed, chest booming with a fear filled ache, sure your heart had stopped entirely. “What did you just say?” 

Eddie’s face fell, his flirtatious grin disappearing. “Hawkins? Indiana?” He said slowly, eyes narrowing when your face paled. “Hey, are you ok? Did you take something?” 

“N-No, I-I don’t- I d-didn’t-” 

“-Look,” Eddie slid into the booth beside you. “You’re not gonna scare me off if you did somethin’, alright? I’m not nearly as conservative as these other bogus losers.” 

You couldn’t speak, mouth dry, heart caught in your throat, hammering away so fiercely your ears were ringing. “What’d you take? Blow? K? Pills or somethin’?” His arm brushed yours, head ducking towards you. “It’s fine, whatever it is, I’m- I’m really good with dealing with this sorta thing, if you can believe it.” 

“I-I didn’t take anything.” You droned, nearly automated. “I just- I-I was walking down the hallway, and-” 

“-Hey, I’m just trying to help you.” Eddie said softly, his tone pulling your attention back to meet his gaze. “Did you hit your head?” 

“N-No, I- The hallway-” 

“-That,” Eddie pointed towards the swinging door. “Is a bathroom.” You watched as the door swung open, as if on cue, a girl with blue painted lids and crimped hair piled high stepping out. 

“The closest thing to a hallway here is to the dumpster out back.” Eddie grinned at you softly. It was sweet, but you couldn’t bring yourself to smile back, body trembling with fear. 

Eddie felt it, frowning at you softly. “Do you need me to call an ambulance? Call someone for you?” 

“No,” You swallowed hard. “I-I need to leave. I have-I gotta get out of here.” Panic rose through your chest, trying to push him out of the booth, climb over him, anything. 

“Hey, easy,” Eddie slid out of your way. “Hang on-” You ignored him, pushing past him towards the door. 

Outside, the sun was still just beginning to set, that was the only thing that was the same. 

Your car was gone, in its place a line of cars- old cars, but still shiny? Still new, not rusted with wear or dulled colors from age. The buildings were no longer crumbling, signs still new and displayed proudly. 

“No, no, no, no.” Your chest heaved, fingers threading through your hair. “What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck is going on?” 

“Hey!” Eddie grabbed your shoulder, pulling your attention towards him. “Hey, I-I don’t think you should be driving-” 

“-My car.” You gasped. “Where the fuck is my car? I-It was right here,” You turned, throwing your hands out. “Right here!” 

Eddie looked around, a blush rising to his cheeks at the judgy looks the passersby were giving. “Maybe you should come back inside-” 

“-No.” You barked, shaking your head furiously. “No. I-I’m not-” Through the window, a glimmer of a photo caught your eye. 

Your walk back inside felt nearly trance like, everything underwater, Eddie’s voice droning out with the others. A painting of two cartoonized children waving fistfuls of flowers gleefully- though that wasn’t what caught your attention. It was the printed lettering underneath it that made your blood run cold. 

“Hey, why don’t you take a seat, an-and I’ll call someone-” 

“-Is this,” You swallowed, pointing at the wall. “This isn’t right, r-right? Thi-This isn’t- There’s no way.” 

Eddie frowned, looking at the wall. “I mean, yeah, it needs to be changed now. I guess it’s technically May now, Mick just hasn’t gotten around to flipping it-” 

“-No, this-this says…” Your finger traced the numbers, glaring at you in bright red. “1986?” You squeaked. 

Eddie blinked at you. “Yeah,” He nodded slowly. 

Your vision filled with dark splotches, fading in and out of focus on the calendar in front of you. Your knees buckled, purse slipping between your fingers before you fell limply, Eddie’s frantic voice ringing in your ears the last thing you heard before your consciousness slipped. 

[oneforthemunny]

i’ve got a lot of hate messages in this inbox, and this one? this is the worst.

ENOUGH with the figgy pudding

[oneforthemunny]

i got strapped so hard yesterday i still feel it 😭 anyway who leaves more of an impression, dom or rockstar?

i’m so jealous genuinely. i’ve been alone too long I’m starting to see shadow people 😭😭 kidding but i am in a drought. a self inflicted drought but a drought none the less.

i think it depends on the situation bc rockstar!eddie definitely always leaves some sort of impression. but it can be more than just a spanking.

dom!eddie is the same way but then he doesn’t like to always bc it makes him feel bad once they’re out of the scene. then he drops and gets a little guilty. very touchy and clingy after.

I would say more rockstar!eddie bc he thrives off a reaction

[oneforthemunny]

do any of the eddies secretly (or not so secretly 🙊) want to be pegged??? like maybe they mention trying out ass play in the bedroom and reader is like “yeah sure but make sure you prep me enough bc you’re fucking huge” and they’re like “no, i want you to fuck me”

modern!eddie has been pegged before for the of lol. tries to say it’s for that and not bc he actually enjoys it but he’s always a mess after in the best way.

i feel like hockey!eddie might be down to try it? maybe not all the way, I think he’d kinda chicken out. but he’d let you stick a finger or two in there. claim it’s sheer curiosity but… likes it lol.

[oneforthemunny]

we know cowboy!eddie loves sundresses… are there any other clothes that drive the eddies nuts?

i feel like rockstar!eddie, for all his dark edgy shit, loves when nepo baby dresses really girly. like anything obnoxiously pink? he’s going to tease her about it but… he’s always trying to fuck after.

i think dom!eddie likes a nice fitted pair of blue jeans. something that hugs you just right and he can’t get enough. probably has a specific pair you wear that he has in mind that’s his fave.

mafia!eddie is a big jewelry fan. like when he buys you really expensive jewelry and you put it on?? he wants it on and nothing else. i know that’s not clothes but an honorable mention.

boxer!eddie’s a big lingerie guy. a complete sucker for a little matching set? his weakness.

older!eddie definitely likes it when you wear his clothes. especially his boxers?? not really sure why he just really likes it.

janitor!eddie is the same but with his band tees. any sign that you’re with him, he’s head over heels for, but he loves when you give them back and they smell like you?? he won’t wash them he wants to keep the smell.

hockey!eddie i feel like he’s a big skirt fan. likes how you look in them but also easy access for him lmao.

modern!eddie is down so fucking bad for a baby tee. no bra + baby tee that has like a saying on it? like those y2k ones that are coming back and says something kinda silly on them? he’s on his knees.

bouncer!eddie loves a thong to no one’s surprise. a g-string that whale tails and peeks over your jeans when you bend down? or even just alone. something high cut and pretty? he’s losing it.

[oneforthemunny]

would sweet girl ever convince cowboy!eddie to try on one of her sundresses?

convince? probably not lol.

“wanna see you in it. you always say my ass looks good in it. wanna see yours now.” you’d tease and he’d blush so fucking hard. no way you’d get him to tho.

“can’t pull it off like you. i mean, i can pull it off of you but that’s about it, baby.”

[oneforthemunny]

which eddie’s dragging you into the bathroom or the parking lot for a quick semi-public spank when you need it?

dom!eddie all of the time.

rockstar!eddie some of the time. when he feels like he can and it’d be private but just the idea that you could get caught???

cowboy! and mafia! eddie would want to go home. take their time with you.

[oneforthemunny]

every time you get ready to go out, dom!eddie spanks you just enough to give you a lil tenderness… and remind you that if you misbehave, this is just the warm-up.

especially if he knows you’re already in a mood to play and will probably act out lmao. just something to get you kinda needy, a little slutty of him too so if you get an attitude he can just squeeze your ass and you’re reminded.

i love him.

[oneforthemunny]

Horny hockey!eddie headcanons pls and thank you 🫡😌

a few i’ve thought of:

- i feel like he really loves toys. dildos and vibes to be specific. found one of yours and was like… “do you want me to use this on you?” and loved it. especially bc he’s a big “i don’t get off unless you’re getting off” kinda guy. plus they’re fun. he likes all the different kinds, getting to use them and learn how you react to which one (it’s the adhd in him keeps him occupied 😭)

- i’ve said the public sex thing bc he’s a sneaky little shit, but also is the type to try and finger you in public all the time. in the back of a car?? under a table?? at the movies?? that’s him. kinda like a little sexy secret challenge to him bc he has to do it secretly and keep his face straight.

- with that, he also is the biggest fan of road head. but you’re not the biggest fan of giving it to him lol. he already drives sorta very risky and when you’re giving him head or a handy he thinks he can just not look at the road??? 100% has wrecked before bc of it. not a bad one, just ran off the road, but enough that you don’t do it much anymore.

- loves trying new positions. is the type to shamelessly go to these bookstores with you, find a positions sex book, and buy it. then he wants to try every single one. a very cute add on to this, but I think he’d see how you annotate your books in the margins and does that with the sex book 😭 comments on the positions, rates them, notes for later bc he’s insane and I love him.