#eddie munson christmas

[hellfire--cult]

Krampus!Eddie x Virgin!Fem!Reader

wc: 5k

+18 mdni, krampus meets reader at 18 (no smut at that age), obsession from reader, smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), loss of virginity in adulthood, christmas folklore, dark fic, reader isn't a good person.

plot: At 18 years old you were visited by Krampus for misbehaviour, but you instantly fell in love with the creature. Years pass, your sick and toxic obsession grows, making a beast's curiosity bloom, and so, he visits you once again after many years.

a/n: yep, its a reupload after rewriting.

always reblog, don't just like.

MISBEHAVED

Of all the things you thought this monster would look like, you didn’t think he would look like this.

Even the idea of him existing like Saint Nicholas was a crazy thought by itself, but here he is, in the flesh, while Chrissy probably got visited by Saint Nicholas, you were visited by…

“What a naughty girl you’ve been this year, pumpkin.” 

You were in the corner of your room with the candle in your hand, trying to light anything close to you as much as possible, the monster's steps getting closer as you gulped loudly, waiting for a hideous monster to appear in front of your eighteen-year-old self.

But in front of you appeared a gorgeous man, with big horns on his head, like a goat’s. Deep brown eyes that glistened with the candle in your hand, long dark curls falling from the top of his head and down to his shoulders, his bare chest, full of symbols, and then you saw his bottom half, pants that resembled black fur as he bent down towards your face.

You couldn’t look away at how beautiful he looked, how this being could be considered a monster at all. Is beauty considered evil? If he was like this, what did Saint Nicholas look like?

“Are you going to take me away?” You asked, almost as if wishing for it, and the man before you smirked, taking something out from the side pocket of his pants, and you could see the twig of a tree, handing it to you. Your confused face made him scoff with a shake of his head.

“No. But this is what you get this year for Christmas. Next year, try to be good, okay?” His tone was calm, and reassuring, yet with a hint of malice behind it that sent a shiver down your spine. 

“What’s your name?” Your voice finally got out and he was surprised that you asked such a question.

“Well, I am Krampus.”

“No, your real name.” And his red eyes glistened with a hint of gold, with a hint of amusement. 

“Hmm… If you behave, I will let Saint Nicholas give you the knowledge of it next year. How does that sound?”

And the man, if you could consider him that, smiled at you, and that was all it took. All that smile did was finally set your heart into a quick pace, and that’s when you realized:

You became obsessed with him and you would do anything to get to see him again.

So the next year, you behaved, just like he said, and at nineteen years old, Saint Nicholas visited you, only for you to receive the letter ‘E’ as a gift.

“If you keep behaving well, I will give you one letter every year until you complete his full name.” 

You were angry, you behaved yourself for nothing, but what if you misbehaved on purpose and he didn’t come anyway? And you wanted to know his real name, you really did. So every year, you kept doing good deeds, even if not with good intentions, you helped with herding the sheep for Mrs.Driscoll, helped Wayne Munson with his farm, and did communal duties in the small town with Nancy Wheeler and Joyce Byers. 

Electricity was slowly making its way into the town as the years passed, and each year you received a new letter from Saint Nicholas.

Until you finally reached twenty-one. Saint Nicholas didn’t arrive anymore because you were an adult, but you had a good guess as to what his name might be, something inside you told you so.

'ED'.

You knew he wasn’t going to appear, so you kept your good deeds, but with a bad intention. For example, you helped young Dustin Henderson by teaching him how to milk a cow, yet you didn’t teach him he didn’t have to stand behind it after milking it. The boy received a black eye the next day.

You agreed to help Jonathan Byers with the preparations for a festival that was going to be held in the center of the town, and you handed him the new scented candles that were gifted to you by a lady in the neighboring town. When they were turned on, the candles smelled like rancid milk, and Jonathan took all the blame. 

But he never showed. No matter how many years passed, even if you were now twenty-five years old, you couldn’t find anything to help you in invoking him again.

You knew this love of yours would never cease, but the children in town were all good, so Krampus was never seen. You had no way of contacting him, even if you did rituals, even if you tried to talk to Saint Nicholas by creeping on Christmas nights into the houses of the townspeople who had kids, but you were always a second late.

So now, you were pacing around in your house, already sick of this game, sick of these obsessive feelings of yours over a beast that you didn’t know if he even remembered you. Over someone that probably didn’t give a damn about you and who you were, yet you studied him for years, through the tales, through the books, through the experiences, through the people in other towns.

You were never going to see him again. You were tricked by him into believing that you would see him again, and the anger that was sipping through your pores was great, too big.

“Fuck you, Edward! Damn you!”

And the fireplace immediately went out, as the newly installed lightbulbs in your home flicked until they exploded.

You screamed as well as cursed because those were expensive, a dollar each. The price of luxury was a lot, but you wanted the electricity, already tired of lighting candles throughout the small house you bought for yourself after your mother passed away thanks to tuberculosis.

Your head whipped around when you heard the sound of what sounded like hooves coming in contact with the wooden floor of your house, slowly changing into soft steps. You ran to your kitchen to grab your knife in self-defense, pointing it at the open space. 

“Who’s there!?”

“You’ve been really naughty, Pumpkin.” 

Your blood went cold as two bright yellow eyes shone in the darkness of your living room, and suddenly, there was a snap of fingers and the fireplace lit up again, burning the logs at a fast pace, and it illuminated the entire room, the Christmas tree in the corner now with its decorations glistening once more with the embers of the fireplace.

Yet despite those glistening decorations, your eyes could only focus on one thing. The man, the monster, the creature that you’ve been seeking to see again, standing in the middle of the living room, his hands in his pockets, and a stern look on his face that made you drop the knife to the floor.

Your breathing picked up, your heart thrumming in your chest, and you couldn’t help but swoon at the face you’ve been craving to see all these years, and now he is in front of you, even if angry.

“Edward…” You sighed in pure bliss, in happiness, and you knew you were obsessed, crazy even, but you couldn’t help yourself. You fell for him the very first moment he visited you, and now you are a grown woman, still holding onto those lovely feelings, never forgetting about his eyes that changed from brown to red, to gold.

“Look who’s all grown up, you’re even cursing my name out loud.” He snarled at you, and you could see how intense his gaze was as he scanned you. He took a few steps towards you, his now bare feet coming in contact with the wood, and you wondered if he looked different, yet he took this shape to not scare kids or people off.

“I– I behaved. I earned it.” 

“You didn’t behave with honesty. You weren’t a good person because you wanted to be, you were a good person because of your selfishness.” He was finally in front of you with his hands still in his pockets, and his eyes were intense, a deep yellow, staring you down with an unreadable expression.

“I still behaved, that was the deal. You never specified if I behaved honestly or not.” You responded and his eyes twitched in surprise at how mischievous you were. How… brilliant you were.

“And may I ask why you were so obsessed with knowing my name?” He asked and you couldn’t help but press your legs together as heat rose all over your body, your cheeks becoming flushed as you looked at him. 

“I wanted to see you again.” 

“You are a big adult now, past twenty-one.” And at his response, you finally showed him a big grin on your face, and his eyes flashed with intrigue.

“And yet you are still here… Eddie.” 

And the puzzle clicked in his head, a smirk appearing on his lips as his tongue darted out to lick all over them as the thirst came up in his throat, his eyes turning a deep red, and lust filled him to the brim, thanks to the woman that was in front of him. 

Your eyes darted from his eyes to the horns, to his hair, to the markings all over his chest and arms, and then, he took his hands out of his pockets, to reveal long nails, like claws. You took a sharp intake of breath as he leaned his face towards yours, inspecting you.

“So you have been misbehaving lately so you could see me again? What is your plan?” He asked in a sultry tone and you just sighed in relief and bliss, and you were brave enough to wrap your arms around his shoulders to pull him close, feeling his broad back underneath your forearms, making you clench your legs again.

“I waited for you… aren’t I good?”

And that made Eddie groan loudly, and with a snap of his fingers you were now in your room, and he pushed you off him so you could fall flat on your bed, taking you by surprise because of how the environment changed in one quick motion.

“No, you are not. If you were, I wouldn’t be here.” Your breathing was heavy, your gut turning with nervousness and excitement because what you’ve been craving was right in front of you. You want him to take you. To make you his. To mark you. 

You heard another snap of his fingers and what appeared to be floating candles appeared all around the room, lighting it subtly, endearingly, almost as if it were some sort of ritual, but you weren’t scared of it. You weren’t afraid of what might happen, because whatever it is, whatever he does, you would gladly take it.

He tilted his head to the side as he looked down at your body, and then your eyes widened when his tongue darted out just like before, and now you could see just how long and pointy it actually was, and that only made you wet with the idea of feeling it against your skin. 

“Please…” Your hips raised up slightly towards him as if presenting yourself like a bitch in heat. His eyes scanned your body, wondering if you were right in the head, but from what Saint Nicholas had been telling him over the years, it seemed you were doing everything with a conscious mind.

You wanted him, for whatever reason that was. He’s only seen you once, and you became attached to him like a moth to a flame. He took a deep breath in, inhaling your scent, be it the one you were emanating from your pores as well as the scent from the wetness between your thighs. 

His clawed hand shot out to grip the front of your white nightgown, startling you when you start hearing a ripping sound. Your body jerked upwards as he ripped the gown apart, opening for him, and now you lay there, bare for him to take in with his red lust-filled eyes. 

“You are untouched.” It was a confirmation, and you smiled at him with a nod, and that only made his hunger increase by a hundred. A virgin. Now he realized what you meant when you said you waited for him. 

“I want you, and only you…” You finally admitted it to him, and his eyes found yours. Your breathing was heavy, your breasts moving up and down as your lungs tried to get oxygen inside, your cunt pulsing with need. 

And his eyes gleamed in a golden hue once more, as if there was a click of some sort.

A growl was heard in the room and you yelped as he grabbed your thighs, pushing you closer to the edge of your bed. He fell to his knees and took a deep inhale of your intoxicating scent. You needed to be punished for your behavior, the biggest punishment. 

His long tongue snaked out of his lips to flick your clit, making you gasp as you stared at the ceiling. This new feeling, so dirty, something you waited for so long, and even if you had the chance to, you didn’t want anybody but him.

He licked around your folds, tasting the wetness that surrounded them, an animalistic groan vibrating in his chest, his claws digging into your inner thighs as he kept your legs open for him. He couldn’t wait anymore, pressing all of his tongue against your slick, tasting you completely, and you finally let out a moan out of pure ecstasy as you gripped the sheets below you.

He smirked against your cunt as it pulsated for more contact, and he immediately dove in. Your moans could probably be heard from outside, but you didn’t care, nobody was near you, so there was nothing that could forbid you from yelling his name, from crying out from the pleasure you were feeling. 

His tongue was going in between tasting you and flicking your clit repeatedly. His lips sucked on your folds and you couldn’t believe you waited for so long to feel something like this, but it was worth it. It’s so worth it.

Your eyes opened wide when you felt his tongue slowly sliding inside of you. You’ve only touched yourself outside, you never inserted a finger of yours even if you were curious. This feeling was weird, but pleasurable all the while. You felt it move inside of you, as if flicking your walls from side to side, making your back arch upwards.

“Oh–!” You were amazed by how good this felt, how amazing he was making you feel with just these simple touches, these hungry kisses all around your center.

“You taste delightfully darling. And I am the first to taste it.” And last is what he wants to say, but he will take that comment with him, at least for now. He needs to keep his tongue inside of you, drunk of your taste, of your juices filling his taste buds. 

“Edward– Eddie, please–” You didn’t know what you were asking for, but you needed something, yet you didn’t know what. He then pressed his nose against your clit as his tongue swirled inside of you, and you let out a loud moan, your hands shooting down to get hold of both of his horns.

He moaned against your cunt, desire shooting downwards, the pants becoming too constricting on him. His horns are quite sensitive, and you are pulling him against you even harder as you start to ride your hips against his face. What a naughty girl. His naughty girl.

His claws dug into your inner thighs as he felt you start shaking under his ministrations, your moans growing louder as he felt you pulsating against his tongue, clenching, body arching upwards as his name kept coming out of your mouth, over and over again. 

“CHRIST!” You finally yelled as the tight band finally snapped inside of your belly, making you spasm against his hold, your hands gripping his horns as you rode your hips against his face, trying to feel all of your orgasm as he tasted and drank every gush you let out, not missing a single drop.

You were an elixir. He’s never been with a human before, mostly because he is in charge of children rather than adults, but you were a special case. He had to know why you wanted his name so badly, and now he is more than happy that you know it, that you even gave him a nickname so it would be easier for you to scream. 

He pulled away from you, licking a few stripes of your center, making you jerk slightly at the overstimulation as you slowly came down from your high. He let go of your legs, seeing that there was some blood on your inner thighs where his claws dug into. He licked onto your wounds, and your skin instantly started patching back up.

He stood up, towering over your naked body as you breathed heavily, looking at him with dazed eyes, yet still hungry. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers again, and you looked down to see his pants slowly fading away, and you gasped as you saw just how big he was. 

You’ve never seen male anatomy before, but this– you knew that this was not normal. And you remembered that Krampus– Eddie, is not human. He never was, yet you didn’t care. Was he a demon? A monster? A spirit? You didn’t care at all. From the pictures of the books you found, the supposed drawings didn't do him any justice.

But maybe, this was not his original shape.

“Even if you deserve to be punished, I will be gentle with you darling. I don’t wanna break this– lovely present you are giving me in this advent season.” You could hear the smirk in his tone as his hands wrapped around your frame to pull you back up into the middle of the bed. 

Nerves filled your body but were quickly removed as you felt his tongue licking from your knee, towards your hips, then your stomach, all the way up changing into kisses as he reached one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around the hardened nub to then clamp his mouth against it and that’s when you jerked again, pleasure shooting to your core again.

Your arms immediately wrapped around his back as your legs opened for him to slot right in the middle. You felt his hardness against you, and you didn’t care if it hurt, as long as he finally took you for himself, to complete this fantasy of yours, for him to know just how obsessed and how much you love him.

Because that’s what you feel. Love. Unconditionally, in the weirdest of forms.

It was crazy to think that you fell in love at first sight, but it was what happened. You fell for him as soon as his eyes clashed with yours, and it was one-sided. You didn’t care if it was, and if it still is. He would own you now, even if you never saw him again, you would be forever happy.

Your eyes widened when pain shot all over your chest, and you didn’t realize until now that the man had fangs. He has fangs or some kind of sharpened teeth, yet even in the pain you still felt pleasure. He let go of your right nipple to keep licking his way up as you moan from the feeling of his hot tongue on your skin.

He raised his head from your skin to look down on your face, and your eyes clashed with his again, and they glistened with a golden hue through the red once more. He leaned forward and your heart stopped as you felt his lips against yours, another place where you remained untouched. 

You kissed him back, not having expected that he would kiss you at all, and in such an intimate way. He was soft, caring, not at all what you thought he would be, yet he was proving you wrong. Maybe the tales were wrong. He is not evil, he never was. His job was always to make children learn from their mistakes, while Saint Nicholas took the good guy part for himself when all he did was pamper selfish children.

Eddie groaned into your lips and you couldn’t help but open your eyes to finally see the tail behind him, something you didn’t spot before, maybe because he tucked it too well, or hid it. It was wagging, almost like a whip, with a fluffy end. It was black, and you couldn’t help but feel more attracted to him now. 

You closed your eyes once more as you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip, and your lips parted to let him inside your mouth, your tongues dancing with each other now, making your cunt clench in need again. You didn’t know that kissing someone could turn you on like this, but he is proving you wrong with each touch he gives you and provides you with.

His hands were caressing all of your body. Your sides, your hips, your thighs until one of his hands disappeared, only to feel him line himself up to your entrance and his lips pulled away from yours, looking down at your face.

“Breathe out. Don’t hold it in. Be a good girl for once.”

And you listened. Krampus calling you a good girl was something that ignited thousands of flames inside of your body, and his hips moved forward, breaching you open. You threw your head back with a wince as you felt him slowly opening you up for the first time ever. It stung, and it definitely burned, but it would pass, it has to pass.

“It– It hurts– But… Don’t stop–”

“Didn’t think of doing that. You still need punishment after all.” He almost sounded unphased, as if he weren’t stimulated at all, yet you could hear some restraint in his voice as if holding in something in the back of his throat. 

He was claiming you. Slowly and torturously, and even in your short gasps and winces, you took it all. He was amazed by you, how you waited for him, how much you wanted him despite him not being human. Maybe you weren’t right in the head after all. 

And he hit the wall, and with one hard thrust, he plunged forward, finally breaking it. You cried out, your nails digging into his back as pain shot through your body, but you heard him finally moan out in bliss as your tightness engulfed him. You were so warm, so perfect for him that he could hardly handle it. 

“Ed– Eddie–” You were choking out his name as you tried to adjust to his size, your cunt pulsing around him at the sudden intrusion. He raised himself up, his hands on each side of your head as your nails dug into his sides. Your eyes widened when you saw the symbols on his body start to shine, it was dim, but it was a dark glow, like a shadow around them. 

“Such a good girl…” And those words made you relax once again, and that let him be able to move backward, slowly, eliciting a wince from your part, and then a gasp as he moved back in again. “So good for me.”

You felt tears rolling down your face, but a smile was spread on your lips, and if someone told you that you would have to endure this pain every time in order to see him over and over again, you would. You definitely would. 

His hips moved back again and then pushed in once more. The winces slowly turned into moans, the pain fading away, and even if the burning remained, the pleasure was slowly increasing inside of you as his thrusts started gaining some speed and momentum. Your eyes were hazy as they tried to adjust to look at his face.

His eyes were pure gold now, yellow as they looked down at your face, contorting in pure ecstasy as his thrusts became deeper now, your body jerking upwards as he started hitting a part of you, inside, that you didn’t know you could feel. You didn’t know what it was, but it was a hundred times better than your clit. 

“Oh– Fuck– Fuck!” Your head was thrown back as your nails scratched onto his sides, making a groan escape him, his posture straightening to grab the back of your knees, pulling your legs up, opening you wider for him and that’s when you felt his need, his desire, as he started moving fast, desperate, and he was fixated on your breasts as they bounced at his every move.

He couldn’t take his eyes away from you as you moaned his name over and over again, and he felt the marks on his body burning him, making the pleasure even more unbearable. He needed to make you his, forever. Give you the worst punishment Krampus can give to bad people.

His hands slipped down to get hold of your hips and you kept your legs up as the skin slapping could be heard all over your house, pulling you towards him each time he thrust in, helping him go deeper into you and harder. 

He could feel your walls clenching again, and he smirked as he looked down at you, your mouth open, drooling, as your hands were over your head, all over your pillow as you moved up and down thanks to his movements, the wood of the bed creaking against the floor.

“Come on sweet girl, you can give me one more, just one more.” One of his hands left your hips to get in between the two of you and you winced when you felt one of his nails scratch your clit, only to then moan when his digit came in contact and started to draw circles on it as he kept thrusting in and out of you as he tried to reach his own high.

“I love you– I love you– Make me yours, please– please!” And he smiled wickedly as he moaned out at your words. He knew you meant them, wholeheartedly. You really weren’t right in the head. He was sure of it now, and he didn’t know who to thank for that, but he was eternally grateful for them.

His thrusts quickened as he kept hitting that part inside of you while circling your clit with his thumb. You felt your body growing hot, like fire, as your legs started shaking and your hips jerking towards him as you felt your belly tighten, burn you, scream at you for release, and your hands were gripping onto your pillow under your head as your mouth was wide open with silent moans coming out of it.

“Do it, my good girl, do it.” 

My good girl.

And that did it for you, clenching tightly around him, like a vice grip, like a python against their prey, crying his name, loudly, with breathy moans escaping you as your body shook against him. He didn’t stop his thrusting as he looked down at you, mesmerized, and he knew now that he definitely couldn’t let you go. 

And so he claimed you, moaning your name loudly, even if you have never told him, he knew it. He spilled inside of you in long ropes, jerking his hips at every shot. Who would've thought a human would feel like this? Taste like this? He is obsessed now, not going to be able to let go of this, he is drunk on it, high on it, and he is definitely addicted.

You were at his mercy, in body and soul, and one of the things Krampus loves most is new toys. New toys that bend at his every will. New toys that would benefit him. New toys that he can play with, anytime he wants.

He was breathing heavily, yet tried to conceal it as he stared down at your face, completely spent, with tears and drool running downwards the side of your face. Oh yes… he almost forgot…

He leaned downwards to be face to face with you, and you opened your eyes to look at him. He smirked as he leaned down towards your neck, giving you a small lick before clamping his teeth down onto your skin, making you gasp in surprise at the sudden pain as your hands came to grip his shoulders for support.

You felt him suck on your skin, suck on your blood, for him to then pull away, another lick of his tongue on the wound he just provoked. He pulled away to look at the new mark on your skin, a symbol, a black swirl. He looked down at you, smiling wickedly as he rubbed your cheek.

“Time for me to give you your punishment.” Your eyebrows pinched together as you looked at him with a completely spent look in your eyes.

“My punishment?”

“Krampus is taking you away for misbehaving… horribly.”

And then the house was silent, the lights gone, candles gone out, fireplace with no embers, and then the townspeople never saw you again.

But children now say that Krampus does not come alone. The figure of a woman always stands in the doorway as he does his job, and his deeds, and the only thing the children can see from the shadows is a wicked smile, her white teeth, and glowing golden eyes.

Same as Krampus.

End

an: fuck them cute christmas fics

Merry Christmas, you naughty children.

[oneforthemunny]

don’t talk to me. thinking about rockstar!eddie.

thinking about rockstar!eddie who decided to do a gig in london two days before christmas. you didn’t want him to go. it’s persephone’s first christmas, but he’s adamant he’ll be back.

“babe, i’m taking the red eye back to la. one stop at jfk and i’ll be home. i promise.” he’s so smooth with his words, you believe him.

so you stay home with your baby. wayne flies in, farrah, too. you get the phone call as expected, thinking eddie’s just calling to tell you he’s boarding.

oh, no.

“what?”

“all of ‘em are grounded, baby. the airports fuckin’ on a lock down.” eddie’s voice is tight and you can picture him. chain smoking, leaned up against a telephone wall, free hand grabbing a his hair. “i’m-i’m doing everything i can. the pilot said as soon as he gets the all clear, we can go, but…”

he can’t bring himself to say it. so you say it for him. “but you’re missing christmas.” your voice wobbles, barely whispering into the phone. “you’re missing sephy’s first christmas.”

“i’m- fuck- i’ll be there, ok?” the crack in his own voice, swallowed with pain, regret- fuck, why did he take this gig? “i’m not going to miss it, baby. i swear to god, i’ll fly this fuckin’ plane myself to get to you.” you know he’s joking, but is he? the sincerity in his voice makes you wonder.

“i’ll be home for christmas. i’m going to be home. just a little later than i thought.”

it’s close- too close for your own comfort. sometime in the early hours of the next night, the early morning of christmas eve, eddie sneaks in beside you. how sephy didn’t hear in her little bassinet beside your bed, you’re not sure, you’d blame the white sound machine.

“you’re home.” you croak, groggy with sleep and emotions, blinking into the dark of the room.

“i’m home.” eddie nods, sinking into the mattress beside you. “told you i’d be home.” he mutters, lips ghosting over the warm, sleep flushed skin of your cheek.

“d’ya fly the plane?” you grin, settling into his grasp, arms tight and secure around you.

“no, they wouldn’t let me. you believe that?” eddie snorted lightly, ringless hand sliding down your hips. “i wouldn’t miss this. you know that. first christmas. you knew i’d be here.”

“yeah.” you hum, lids heavy with sleep. “never doing that again though. tell them to fuck off next time. wanting to have you that close to christmas.” you scoff.

and he does. makes sure his agent puts it in his contract so he can always make sure he’s home for christmas.

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Blue Christmas

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You're feeling down with the holidays coming, missing your rockstar boyfriend, so your friends plan a trip to a cabin with a little surprise to cheer you up.

18+ Only

"Y/N, come on! Sing along!" Robin whined from the back seat.

You groaned, rolling your eyes at her. You appreciated your friends' attempt to cheer you up but it wasn't working. Nothing was going to make this Christmas feel joyful or triumphant. The one person you wanted to be spending Christmas with was halfway across the country and you didn't know when you were going to see him again. 

"We're on our way to a beautiful cabin in the woods for a friendsmas like no other!" Steve whooped from the driver's seat. "A whole weekend of fun, drinking, and me! What more could you possibly ask for?"

You couldn't help but laugh, "Yeah, I mean, if I have you Steve, then what more could I possibly need?" 

Eddie. You needed Eddie, but he was currently on tour so you couldn't have him. Corroded Coffin had become an overnight sensation and you were beyond thrilled for him and the guys. But they'd been gone for two months. Two months where the closest you got to having your boyfriend was a phone call. He tried to call every day and you appreciated it but you also knew he was crazy busy. The newfound stardom had caused a whirl of insanity from talk shows to press releases to photo shoots to radio interviews. He was constantly on the go and lately the calls and been shorter and farther and fewer between.

You didn't want to think it, but you couldn't help that nagging in the back of your brain. Those doubts that began to creep in like insects burrowing under your skin. Was he going to find someone else? He was constantly surrounded by beautiful women these days, models and other musicians and actresses. How would he not be tempted? You glanced down at yourself, your leggings and sweater dress and knew you couldn't compete. Maybe he saw you as special when his options were limited to Hawkins but a buffet of buxom had just been opened for him and he was quickly becoming the most wanted man in the world. You could compete with Hawkins girls but you had no shot with L.A. girls.

"Hey, stop that," Robin chided, slapping the back of your head. "Get out of there. No going down that path that leads to nothing but misery. This is not a pity party. This is a Christmas party and we are going to have fun. You are going to smile and laugh and have a good time and you are going to padlock those thoughts away where they belong."

You nodded, turning to look out the window at the snow covered landscape. Robin and Steve were your best friends. You had shared all of your doubts and fears with them about Eddie getting bored with you or deciding he didn't want to be tied down when he had the world at his feet. They consistently assured you that wasn't the case, that Eddie loved you, that you two were endgame. You appreciated their support and their positivity so much but you just weren't sure anymore.

"Here we are!" Steve called, pulling up to the most beautiful cabin you'd ever seen.

Cabin? This was like a manor made of logs. What cabin had two stories with a full porch that wrapped around to a deck? And was that a hot tub on the deck? Floor to ceiling glass windows covered the front, which would give you a beautiful view of the winter woods but, Jesus, this place as to cost a small fortune.

"Umm...how exactly are we affording this place?" you questioned.

"Oh, well everybody pitched in," Steve offered, shrugging. "Argyle, Jonathan, and Nancy are driving up later. Between all of us, it actually wasn't too bad." He hopped out of the car and ran around to the back, pulling out your bag. "How about you head in and check it out? You can look around and get all holly and jolly. Get in a positive head space while Robin and I handle getting the rest of the stuff inside."

"Okay..." you said slowly, taking your bag. Why was he being weird? You walked to the cabin and up the steps, pausing when you heard the car start up. You turned to see Steve and Robin waving at you and smiling as they pulled away. "Hey! What the hell? Where are you guys going?"

Seriously? What were they playing at? Did they think this was funny because you definitely weren't laughing. Ugh. Whatever. Groaning, you pushed open the door to the cabin and stepped inside. You had no idea what those two were doing but you'd be damned if you were going to stand outside waiting for their punch line. 

Your eyes roamed the cabin as you set your bag down and unbuttoned your coat, hanging it on one of the hooks by the door. There was a Christmas tree already set up and decorated in the corner and a fire roaring in the fireplace. You wondered if the owners had done that. If so, it was a nice touch. Possibly a bit hazardous to leave a fire going with no one there but nice. There were cozy blankets draped on the couch and a lush, shag rug right in front of a beautiful stone fireplace. 

You moved to the window to see if Steve and Robin had returned, ending whatever silly game they were playing. Moving the curtains back, you admired the view. Trees coated in sparkling white snow, large rolling hills in the background. Steve had mentioned possibly skiing this weekend. 

"Well, at least it's a beautiful view," you muttered.

"Actually, I would say this view in stunning."

Your breath caught in your throat as that voice reached your ears, flowing over your body like the sun's rays after a long winter. Turning, you gasped, tears pooling in your eyes at the most beautiful sight you had seen in months. 

There stood Eddie, your perfect Eddie. He looked just like your Eddie, not the Eddie that was plastered over the cover of magazines or sitting on the Today show. He wasn't decked out in designer clothes. His face wasn't covered in make-up to ensure he looked lively under fluorescent lighting. He wore his usual jeans and a long-sleeve blue shirt. Those mahogany waves you loved so much were gloriously chaotic, not perfectly coiffed. He was everything, everything you'd been dreaming about for two months, standing there in front of you.

"Baby?" he asked softly, tilting his head slightly, concerned that you hadn't said anything. "Are you happy to see me?"

Your response was to throw yourself against him, your lips smashing into his, hands tangling in his hair. A rumble of satisfaction rolled from his chest, his arms wrapping around you, crushing your body against his. Jesus, you missed him. You had a savage need to feel every single inch of him, to have him as close to you as humanly possible. 

Your hands found the hem of his shirt, grabbing it and pulling it over his head. You threw it across the room, your eyes soaking in each of his tattoos, those images you knew so well. You pressed your lips to his neck, your hands running along his chest and stomach that were much more firm than they had been the last time you'd had him shirtless in front of you. Celebrity came with expectation of a certain body image and you knew his manager had him hooked up with a personal trainer. 

You pressed kisses along his chest, tracing your tongue over each tattoo there, smiling when you felt him shudder under your hands. His hand cradled the back of your head as you moved further down, lips pressing against the flesh of his belly, the soft hair that trailed into his jeans, leading you exactly where you wanted to go. 

Your fingers quickly undid the button on his jeans, slid his zipper down and pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees. You kissed a path along his groin, that lovely spot where his hips and pelvis met.

"Holy shit baby. This is a hell of a hello," he murmured, fingers tangled in your hair as your lips wrapped around him, pulling the length of him into your mouth. "Fuck. I missed your mouth so goddamn much."

You ranked your nails gently along his thighs as you moved your mouth along him. Your tongue slid along the underside, following the vein there and then swirled around the tip. The grip on your hair tightened as his hips rocked forward, plunging him deeper into your throat. 

"Fuck princess..."

Smiling at how easily you could get a reaction out of him, you slid him from your mouth, taking his length in your hand. You began working your hand along him as you ran your tongue over his balls. Gently, you took one in your mouth, sucking just hard enough to make him scream out your name. Switching, you worked his balls with your hand, tenderly rolling them and pulling on them. Your tongue swirled around the base of his cock, working your way to the tip before taking him into your mouth again.

Suddenly, he gripped your shoulders, lifting you from the floor and into his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he moved you to the shag rug, laying you back on it. 

"I have waited too damn long to just come in your mouth," he growled, his lips now devouring your flesh. He yanked your shirt off, undoing your bra and tossing both. "Goddamn." His mouth descended upon your chest, pulling your nipple between his teeth until you shrieked with pleasure. His tongue rolled over the other nipple as his hands pulled at your leggings. Breaking away, he ripped them the rest of the way off. His hands moved to your knees, pushing them apart as he gazed down at you. "I have dreamed of this pussy every single day for the last two months."

"Eddie!" you screamed as he dove forward, his tongue sliding between your folds, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your hips rolled toward him, your hands gripping the shag rug tightly. Fuck, Eddie was so enthusiastic when it came to pleasuring you and he always succeeded. "Jesus baby...oh my god..."

Your eyes rolled back, waves of pleasure gently creating over you, promising the large crash at the end. Eddie slid a finger inside of you, exploring your walls until you almost came off of the bed with a screech.

"There is it," he murmured, pleased with himself, continuing to press along the sensitive flesh within as his tongue worked your clit. He was a fucking master with his tongue, circling and then working shapes around the edges just as you thought you couldn't take it, somehow knowing you needed less pressure. 

"Fuck...oh...baby, I can't...oh shit!"

"Oh, yes you can," he replied, his tongue flicking quickly along your clit, "I can feel it, princess. Come on. I've been waiting far too long for this."

Your stomach knotted, your toes pointing as every single muscle tensed in your body. Your body lurched, hands slamming into the floor before gripping the rug again for dear life. That crashing wave was about to roll over you. Eddie's fingers continued to move, each time hitting that delicious spot that simply undid you. His tongue was not letting up, knowing you were close, pushing you over the edge. 

"Fuck me!" you screamed, your body shuddering violently up off the floor. Eddie's free hand rested on your belly, gently pressing you back down as he continued to pleasure you gently through the waves of pleasure that coursed through your body. 

"I mean, if you insist," he said with a smile, sliding his fingers from you and before you could even completely come down from your high, his cock had replaced them, your body welcoming him home, finally right where he belonged. "Oh fuck baby. You feel so damn good. Yes, I've missed you so fucking much."

"I've missed you," you groaned, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him close. "God, I've missed you."

Eddie's arms wound underneath you, his forehead pressing against yours as he moved his hips, his cock filling you completely. It filled not just your body but your very soul. Being this close to him was replenishing everything that had diminished in his absence. All doubts and fears flew from your mind at the perfection that was the two of you becoming one, your bodies interconnecting like perfect puzzle pieces. 

"Baby, you're so perfect," he breathed, his breath gently tickling your skin. "You have no idea how much it kills me to be away from you."

Your hands held his face, gazing into his eyes as your hips met each thrust, your legs wrapped around him, pulling him even deeper. Brown eyes...people compared brown eyes to so many normal, every day things but his were anything but. His eyes were the color of sweet melted chocolate, a warm cup of soothing tea when your soul was aching, the color of the earth that brought life after a long, hard winter. These were the eyes that you wanted to gaze into for the rest of your life.

"Me too," you whispered, your head swimming in the lust and love you had for this man. "I hate it." 

"Oh baby, I'm gonna..." he groaned and then his whole body jerked forward, stilling, his eyes closed as you felt his climax filling you completely. He lifted his head, his forearms framing your hand, and held your face in his hands. "I love you. I don't want to be away from you anymore. I can't do it. It's too hard."

"Baby, I hate it too. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do," you said, smiling. "But you have to. As much as I hate it, I know you have to do it. The tour and everything, this is amazing for you and the guys."

"So come with me," he said. "Princess, I can't say goodbye to you again. I won't do it. I fucking hate it. It's so damn hard. This is my Christmas gift to you. I want you to come on tour with me. I know we talked about it and it didn't seem right but being apart isn't right. I know it's a crazy life, but it would be our life. All of this success just feels like bullshit without you with me."

You paused, looking upon the face that you loved so much. Yeah, you'd be leaving everything you knew behind but everything you wanted was right here. Did any of it matter without him? Could you do it? 

"Yes," you replied without hesitation. "Yes. I don't want to go one more day without these eyes in my life."

"Yes?" he asked, grinning wide and then he started laughing, pulling you against him and pressing his lips to yours. "Yes! This is the best Christmas gift ever. Seriously baby. You and me, forever."

"Forever," you repeated, pushing those messy locks behind his ears. Yeah, forever with this man sounded like pure heaven.

[silent-stories]

[strangerstilinski]

feeling so soft thinking about eddie helping you bake christmas cookies.

the hand mixer started smelling like burnt plastic about five minutes in so he’s been forced to stir everything by hand. it started out with him boasting about his oh so manly muscles, loud and boisterous as he told you how big and strong he was, but he very quickly devolved into to complaining about just how badly his arms hurt from his effort.

he’s getting flour everywhere, and it only spreads further with each brush of eddie’s fingers over his brow bone or the tip of his nose and his dark mess of curls and black tshirt are nothing but lost causes at this point.

but he looks so cute.

white dusted over his flushed cheeks in the warm kitchen, a smudge of chocolate at the corner of his mouth where he’d tried and failed to sneak a handful of crushed melting chocolate without you seeing. when you kiss it away, it only becomes harder to keep him on task, because he’s so quick to abandon his job as dough mixer in favor of cornering you back against the counter to deepen the kiss.

by the time you finally get a batch in the oven to bake, you have wide smears of flour on each of your ass cheeks in the shape of eddie’s hands, more than one lip-imprinted smudge of melted chocolate on the side of your neck, there are granules of sugar digging into your skin beneath the waistband of your jeans that you can’t even begin to explain, and the kitchen looks like more of a disaster zone than can really even be described as a mess-

but then you see eddie’s wide grin while he helps decorate the sweets — and he only crafts a penis onto one of the little cookie men, so overall you consider the whole afternoon a win.

divider by @saradika

[neonghostlights]

Speaking about alien eddie. I wonder what he'd think of christmas. I like to think he'd love the lights and i wonder what his lil curiosities would be, what he'd comment on or if he'd ask what the hell is elf on a shelf. 🤣🤣

To The Moon And Back

“And this is the Christmas tree,” you said as you finally fluffed it to its full glory after pulling it down from the attic.

You and Eddie had gotten onto the topic of holidays. He had told you about the big deal of Metallum day on his planet and then you started telling him about Christmas. His eyes lit up when you talked about it and how much he wished he’d be able to see it.

Eddie was very intrigued but also a little confused.

Although it was still summer and far from the holiday season you thought that maybe it would be a good idea to pull out some of the Christmas decorations to give him the full experience.

He probably wouldn’t be on the planet anymore come actual Christmas time. You had spent so many Christmas’s alone that you wanted to be a little selfish and soak up some memories with him.

Eddie crossed his arms across his chest, looking at the unlit Christmas tree unimpressed.

“Okay, we’ll give me a second,” you said as you dug through the box of ornaments.

Eddie followed your lead, placing ornaments on the tree one by one. It took longer than it should have but you loved the way he marveled at every home made and sparkly ornament that you had.

You plugged the tree in once it was fully decorated, watching the lights reflects in his eyes.

“What do you think?” You asked.

“It’s beautiful and glows. Just like you,” he said in a soft voice as we wrapped his arm around you.

“And now that the tree is up the man comes and gives us gifts?”

You let out a chuckle. “Not quite. We give gifts on Christmas. It’s not Christmas until December.”

“What else do you do now that the tree is up?”

“We hang stockings and watch Christmas movies.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up at the mention of movies. He loved all of the movies you showed him.

You ended the night curled up together on the couch with the soft glow of the Christmas tree casting over you both.

You knew you would have to go out and find some presents to put under the tree to surprise him tomorrow.

You giggled as you thought about how you could prank him.

“What is so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about where I can find an Elf on the shelf in the summer time.”

“A what?!”

[leelei1980]

Mistletoe Menace

A Christmas Eddie Munson one shot:

🛑SMUT WARNING-MATURE CONTENT-18+ ONLY-MINORS DNI🛑

The holiday season was upon you and you felt like in the busyness of the season you and your boyfriend were drifting apart, but leave it to Eddie Munson to bring you back together again…..

Authors note: I wrote this quick and dirty,not my best work but it was fun! Possible misspelling, not really proofread, but I wrote it all in one sitting from an idea I had in my head. Please look past any mistakes that you might find, just pretend that they were never even there😂I hope you enjoy!

Reader-

It was a day. Who were you kidding? It had been a week from hell. The craziness of the holiday season had commenced and instead of people being overtaken with joy and holiday cheer, people were being complete and utter assholes. As if working in retail wasn’t hard enough, it only got worse the closer the countdown to Christmas got.

Your day started with you spilling your coffee all over your shirt, you being 5 minutes late because you had to change your shirt and then circling the parking lot at the mall eight million times trying to find a parking spot without someone taking it first.

You had taken the part time gig at the Mall as a seasonal employee to make some extra cash for the holiday season, you wanted to get your boyfriend something really nice for Christmas, he was 100% the best boyfriend in the world and you wanted to show him how much you loved and appreciated him by getting him a new amplifier for his guitar. He had had his eye on it forever, always commenting on how someday it would be his, every time you walked past the Music Store. Well his wish was finally coming true, in a week he would be unwrapping it on Christmas morning. Just seeing his face light up would make all this bullshit worth it.

You eyed your watch, 20 minutes until quitting time, please god, please don’t let one more person come up to you and ask if you have any more video games out back, if they do you know you are going to lose your shit.

Working retail after the Thanksgiving rush had really put a damper on your holiday spirit. You were always exhausted and decorating for Christmas was the last thing you wanted to do when you got home from your second job. You felt awful about it too, especially because it was your first Christmas with Eddie. You wanted to start new traditions with him, and he seemed so excited about it. You would make it up to him, tomorrow was your day off and you would finally be able to spend some quality time with him.

You missed him, his cheeky smile, his loving touches. Recently the two of you were like two ships passing in the night, he too had been looking to make extra money for the holidays so he had volunteered to go into the shop early, help out with the rush of people needing to have their winter tires changed over. With his early hours and your late hours you barely ever saw each other awake. Most of the time Eddie was asleep by the time you got home. Most nights you would cram a couple of snacks into your mouth, change out of your work clothes and crawl into bed with an already sleeping Eddie. He would roll over and spoon you, tell you he loved and missed you and then you would both fall fast asleep. In the morning when he got up for work he would lightly kiss your lips , tell you he loved you then he was off. The nighttime cuddles were wonderful, but you needed and wanted more and you were determined that tomorrow you were going to get the “Quality time” with your insanely gorgeous boyfriend that you had craved .

Luckily the drive home was short and uneventful, the one blessing of the day, and before you knew it you were turning the doorknob to your modest but cozy apartment and walking inside.

You gasped. Your apartment had been completely transformed into a winter wonderland. There were Christmas lights strung all around the apartment, paper snowflakes hanging from the ceiling and Mistletoe everywhere. And there in living area was Eddie, wrapping lights around a small Christmas tree in the corner of the room. You couldn’t help the tears that stung the corners of your eyes.

“ Hey Sweetheart, “ He smiled , the corners of his beautiful eyes crinkling and his dimples popping.” I , uh, hope you don’t mind, I wanted to surprise you . You’ve been working so goddamn hard, and I know you’ve been wanting to decorate but we just haven’t had the time. “ He shrugged.” I took a couple of hours off of work to get it started. I hope you like it, I’m just kind of winging it-“

You drop your coat and purse on the floor and run to him, wrapping your arms around him as soon as you make contact.” This is incredible, and so sweet. Thank you Baby.” You pressed your lips to his and you felt him draw you closer to his nice, warm body, and you melted into him.

He smiled as you pulled away. “ I figured that if I got the decorating done today, went and got the tree, than maybe we would have more time tomorrow to do .. other things.”

You smirked.”Other things? Like what, Eddie Munson?” You teased.

“ We can decorate the tree, maybe make some cookies….”

“ Those things sound nice.” You leaned your forehead to his, you could feel his big hands sliding from your waist, palming your ass and giving it a squeeze. “ What else could we possibly do tomorrow with our free time?”

He kissed the tip of your nose, than leaned in to whisper.” I could fuck you, over and over and over again. Would you like that Sweetheart?”

You groaned. It felt like it had been forever since the two of you have had sex. You certainly weren’t touch starved, Eddie had always been super affectionate, kisses on top of the head and neck, arms wrapped around you, head nestling into the crook of your neck, hand resting or rubbing on your thigh,he always had to be touching you in some way, and you loved it. But with your new schedule it hadn’t allowed for much awake time together, and by the time you got home you were always so tired…

“ I’m sorry Eddie, I know we haven’t made love in a while-“ you looked away.

“ Hey now,” he removed a hand from your ass to tilt your chin up, bringing your gaze to his.His eyes were full of love and affection.” You have nothing to apologize for Dollface. Life is fucking crazy right now, but it is only temporary. I don’t know how you do it, your fucking Wonder Woman working two jobs. I know we haven’t seen each other much, but as long as I wake up with you beside me I’m happy.”

“ I just miss you so much!”

“ I miss you too Sweetheart but we are almost there. “ He smiled than looked up. We were standing underneath a sprig of mistletoe.” You know what that means Angel.”

You got butterflies in your stomach, just his smile could give you butterflies. “ I guess that means you gotta lay one on me Munson.” You smiled back.

“ Those are the rules.” He dipped in and captured your mouth with his.

Goddamn, this man could kiss. His love and his passion was translated through his kisses, and they made you weak in the knees. Soft and sweet, hungry and needy, sometimes greedy and possessive, you loved them all. Eddies kisses were amazing.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. This is exactly what you needed right now, to be held in his arms.” I love you Eddie.” You murmured into his lips.

“ I love you too Princess.” He walked you backwards a couple of steps then nodded up towards the ceiling.

You looked up and laughed. “Jesus Christ Munson, did you buy every piece of Mistletoe in the entire state of Indiana?” It was literally everywhere.

He smirked.” Well I know how much you like to kiss me…I thought it was romantic.”

“ It is, and your right, kissing you is my favorite thing to do.”

“ Are you sure it is your FAVORITE thing to do Darlin?”

“ I might be able to think of one more thing I like better than kissing.”

“ What would that be Sweetheart?” He asked, A slow smile spreading across his face.

“ I think my FAVORITE thing is when you fuck me. It’s another thing that you are incredibly good at.” And you weren’t lying. Eddie was an extremely talented lover. He was VERY giving, always making sure your needs were met before his own.

“ Well I aim to please.” He leaned his body into you and kissed you ,his mouth and his tongue ravaging yours, his feet slowly walking you back and pressing you up against the wall.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his hands slide under your shirt, cupping your breast, running his thumbs over the fabric causing your nipples to peak.

He pulled away for a moment and you raised your arms up over your head, and as you did your fingertips brushed against something hanging above your head.You smiled, “ You even hung it on the wall?”

“ Of course I did Sweetheart, because this is the perfect place for me to fuck you up against the wall. I also have it hidden in other strategic locations, I can’t wait for you to find them.” He smirked and he slipped your shirt off as well as his own.

“ Your such a clever boy. “ You smiled and tugged at his belt buckle, your fingers working quickly, “ Let me guess, you have a sprig of it in here too?” You unbuttoned his jeans and reached inside. God, he was so fucking hard.

“ Mmmm, fuck Princess.”

You pulled down his pants and boxers and practically drooled at the sight of his rock hard member.” Jesus.” You breathed. You wanted him so bad.

He stripped you out of your remaining clothes in a flash and then his mouth and hands were on you, kissing, licking and caressing, his touch giving you goosebumps, making you shiver.

“ You alright Sweetheart?” He asked as he drew your breast into his his mouth.

“ Y-yes, god, I need you so bad Eddie.”

He pulled off with a pop.” What is it you want?” His hand slid down your body, cupping the mound between your legs, his fingers slipping through your slick and circling the little bundle of nerves there.

You moaned and felt your knees go week.” Fuck Eddie, stop teasing me and Fuck me already.”

Eddie smirked.” There she is, there’s my good fucking girl.” He grabbed your ass and lifted you up, you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him. His hard body felt so good against your soft curves. Your body was humming.

He slowly lowered you down onto his cock. You gasped at the sensation of him entering you, stretching you.” Is that what you wanted Princess? You wanted me to fill that sweet little pussy up?”

“ Yes, Baby, that’s what I wanted.” You whined. You loved when your sweet as saccharin boyfriend talked filthy, and he was so good at it, like he was a poet of dirty words.

He slowly withdrew then thrusted back in causing you both to groan.” You feel so fucking good Baby, so fucking warm and tight. “ He leaned in and kissed your neck. “ So fucking perfect, just like you were made for me.”

“ Only for you.” You tugged at his hair as he pounded you into the wall, fucking into you at a relentless pace. You needed this ,you had both needed this.

“ F-feels so good, huh Sweetheart?” He leaned his forehead on yours. “ My perfect girl, taking all I have to give her.”

“ Don’t fucking stop Baby, feels so good. “

“ Wasn’t planning on it Doll. “ He drove up into you.” You going to cum for me my Love?”

“ Yes,” you whimpered as you felt your release build.” So close-“

“ Let it fucking go Angel.”

You felt the wave of pleasure wash over you, enveloping you, your body shuttering as Eddie fucked you through your orgasm, you felt his hips stutter and you knew by the movements, buy the stream of obscenities flying out of his mouth that he had reached his peak as well.

You reached up and held onto his face, peppering him with light kisses as he caught his breath.” I love you so much Baby.”

“ I love you too Darling.” He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose then a soft, sweet kiss on your lips.

“ God, I can’t wait to find the rest of the mistletoe.”

Eddie laughed. “ Neither can I.”

“ Thank you Eddie-“

“ For what Sweetness?” He ran a thumb over your lips.

“For knowing exactly what I needed. The decorations, “ You smiled shyly at him and twirled a piece of his hair around your finger.” The sex. I missed you.”

He smiled.” I missed you too baby.”

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped in Eddie’s arms on the couch, watching Christmas movies until you started drifting asleep. When you finally made it to bed you found another piece of mistletoe tied to the headboard, you rubbed your sleepy eyes but smiled and playfully pushed Eddie backwards onto the bed. He pulled you down with him.

“ I guess I owe you a kiss” You straddled him.

He smiled up at you. “ Well, it is tradition.”

*****************************************

The next day was wonderful, a lazy morning in bed with Eddie, more mistletoe in the shower, breakfast at the diner then home to make Christmas cookies. It was exactly the reset that you needed.

The two of you decorated the tree, you finally gave him the ornaments that you had made him out of an old D&D strategy guide and dice that you found at a thrift store. He looked at them in awe as you handed them over, amazed that you had made them yourself. He grinned and immediately put them on the tree. Your decorations now consisting of lights, snowmen,popcorn garland , dungeons and dragons ornaments and instead of an Angel your tree was topped with a Gene Simmons Kiss doll that you also found at the thrift store. It was awesome and it was totally you guys.

“ I know this last month has been fucking insane, but even with all the crazy, this Christmas has been the best of my life. I fucking love starting new traditions with you.” Eddie pulled you into his lap.

“ Ditto.” You kissed him. “ Please promise me you’ll continue to do the mistletoe game every year.”

“ You don’t need a sprig of tree branch to make out with me Sweetheart-“

“ I know but it’s exciting.”

Oh it was exciting all right. Eddie continued to hide the mistletoe every day from then on right up until Christmas Day. You promised each other that no matter how crazy your day got you would always take a moment to kiss under the mistletoe, to take that moment to be together. Often times the kissing under the mistletoe turned into groping under the mistletoe which then evolved into fucking under the mistletoe, or in one case you giving him a blow job under the mistletoe and another time him going down on you under the mistletoe.

When Christmas Day rolled around you finally got to give him the Amplifier that he had been dreaming about, and the shocked expression on his face made every moment of working at that miserable mall worth it. He was completely flabbergasted. You felt much the same when he knelt down before you with a ring box in his hand, the ring that he had been working extra hours as well to buy, and asked you to marry him…. Under the Mistletoe.

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[myeuphoricmindset]

Unwrapping You- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary | It’s Christmas Eve and you are spending it at Nancy’s. Everyone is there, even Eddie Munson. It’s been a while since you’ve seen him and the tension is high. It suddenly breaks once you both are left to sleep in the same room.

Warnings/Tags | 18+ Unprotected sex, hand job, oral on fem! x reader, angst, and mentions of a grandmother that’s passed. Please let me know if I missed a warning.

Word count | 6.0k

“Merry Christmas Eve!” You say with a bright smile.

Nancy pulls you into a hug as snowflakes cover you both like a cold blanket. Laughter from inside the house echoes against the walls and it warms your chest.

“Come inside,” Nancy loops her arm in yours as she closes the front door.

Nancy and Jonathan’s house is decorated with twinkling lights, garlands, and big red bows. There is a freshly cut Christmas tree with a dazzling star on top shining in the living room next to the crackling fire. It’s cozy and so perfect.

Nancy is giving you a small tour as you make your way to the kitchen. The smell of baked ham and delicious side dishes fills the air and mixes with the smell of fresh pie.

“It smells so good.” You say as your stomach growls.

“Thanks, hopefully, it tastes as good as it smells,” Nancy says with a smile.

Loud cheerful voices fill the kitchen as you walk in. Your name is shouted in excitement as everyone realizes you’ve finally arrived. Jonathan greets you with a hug and takes your jacket and belongings to the back room. You make your rounds hugging everyone. You see Steve and Robin almost daily, so you smile at them before rushing to hug Dustin, Max, Lucas, Eleven, Will, and Mike. Even though they are seniors, you’ll always view them as kids.

“Look who finally showed up,” A voice says behind you.

Eddie is leaning against the doorframe of the hallway connecting to the back of the kitchen. He looks like he hasn’t settled in yet.

“When did you get here?” You ask.

“He got here ten minutes ago,” Dustin answers for Eddie.

Eddie rolls his eyes behind Dustin’s back, giving you a look that says he can’t even talk for himself. Everyone is sitting at the dining table except Nancy and Jonathan as they start bringing in the food. Eddie walks up to you and smiles.

You cross your arms and look up at him through your lashes. “I’m surprised you even showed up. You know, since you’re too busy living your dream and all.”

You’re teasing him, something you’ve been doing since eighth grade. You’ve been good friends with Eddie for years, but ever since Corroded Coffin got signed he’s been calling less and less. Too busy living his dream. You’re happy for him, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t a little hurt.

“Oh, shut up,” He says teasingly before pulling you into a hug.

The snow still lingering on your skin melts from the warmth of his touch. He squeezes you tighter, his curls falling in your face. He smells like cigarettes and home. A mixture of bad and good. It’s a strange thing to love. Nostalgia fills your senses as you linger in his arms, bringing you back to high school when things were simple and easy. When most days were spent with Eddie and most nights were spent in denial of your feelings.

Eddie pulls back from the hug, stealing your thoughts with him. He lightly touches you on the chest, only the fabric of your Christmas sweater separating your skin from his touch. “Nice sweater,” He laughs.

You look down, forgetting what you are wearing. His finger flicks the small bell that hangs from your sweater. You feel a subtle sense of embarrassment for wearing an ugly Christmas sweater, but Eddie’s laugh shakes you from the feeling.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Eddie says, squeezing your shoulder before walking to the dining table and sitting between Dustin and Will.

You smile softly before pulling yourself together and taking the remaining seat at the opposite end of the table from Eddie. Robin is already in your ear about her recent failed date as the food is brought to the table. Nancy gives a toast and everyone happily begins to eat.

Soft Christmas music plays in the background as conversations fill the air. The table is now covered with empty plates and laughter bounces off the dining room walls. Max and Steve have you looped into their conversation, but your attention is focused on the fifth not-so-subtle glance from Eddie at the end of the table. Will and Dustin are arguing over what you assume is D&D, and Eddie adds to the conversation with exaggerated hand movements and dramatic facial expressions. It’s when that side of the table goes a little quiet with the absence of Eddie’s voice that you catch him looking at you. Your stomach flutters when you catch his eyes and you look away feeling your face burn.

Time escapes you all and the kids say their goodbyes as they go back home to their families, leaving the rest of you filling your empty wine glasses and enjoying each other's company.

It's almost one in the morning, and everyone is winding down. Jonathan went to bed half an hour ago, exhausted from working this morning and hosting the party. Robin, Nancy, Eddie, Steve, and you have been in a relaxed conversation around the living room fire.

“I think I’m going to get this one home,” Robin says, patting drunk Steve on the shoulder. He’s dozing off in the chair and everyone laughs.

“No, don’t worry about getting him home. He can sleep in the guest room.” Nancy says and then she looks at you and Eddie. “Oh —wait,” her brain starts turning at the realization that she’s already offered you the guest room and Eddie the living room couch since you both are traveling from out of town.

“No, please use the guest room. Steve obviously needs it. I’ll be fine sleeping on the couch,” You look at Eddie. “Or the floor.”

Eddie shakes his head. “I’ll take the floor. You can have the couch. I’m used to sleeping on surfaces that aren’t normally comfortable since I started touring. I’m used to it.”

Nancy smiles and lets out a sigh. “Oh, thank you. I’m sorry we don’t have more rooms. But I’ll make sure to give you both the best pillows and blankets I have.”

Nancy rushed to the bedroom to grab what you and Eddie need. Eddie helps Robin with getting Steve into the guest room. “Shit, big boy, you’re heavier than I thought.” Eddie groans as they disappear down the hall.

The bathroom light is bright as you close the door and change into your pajamas. It’s Christmas Eve and of course, you’re going to wear your cute red button-up matching set with the white trim. You wash off your makeup and brush your teeth. In the back of your mind, you keep thinking about how you and Eddie are sleeping in the same room and it has your stomach in a knot.

A knock on the bathroom door has you jumping. Thankfully you’re done, so you grab your bag and open the door.

Eddie has his hand on the door frame as he casually looks at you. His eyes run down your body before he meets your eyes. “You really are into the spirit of Christmas, huh?”

You roll your eyes. “We can’t all be the scrooge.”

He cocks his head and chuckles. “Is that what I am?”

“Pretty much.”

“I guess I’m getting coal from Santa.” He clicks his tongue. “Dammit.”

“Maybe stay off the naughty list and you might get something more than coal.” You step forward thinking he would move aside to let you leave the bathroom, but he doesn’t. You look up at him and he’s smirking.

“But being naughty is so fun,” He whispers like it’s a secret.

The way he’s looking at you has your stomach fluttering. Fuck. Stop. You scoff and lightly smack his arm as you push past him. You look over your shoulder and see him watching you leave. That damn smirk and eyes are going to be the death of you. You have no idea what’s gotten into him. He’s never looked at you like this in the years that you’ve known him. Friends don’t look at each other like that.

The fire is still burning as you walk into the living room. Nancy is finishing up laying blankets on the floor for Eddie when she notices you.

“Is this okay?” She asks.

The couch has a pillow and enough blankets to make a fort with. You smile and hug Nancy. “Yes, thank you.”

She hugs you back tighter. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too. Thank you for letting me stay.”

She pulls back and waves you off. “You always have an open invitation.” She smiles and adds, “I’m going to get to bed, I’m so exhausted. Do you mind letting Eddie know that I said goodnight?”

You nod and say goodnight. Nancy makes her way down the hallway and you hear the master bedroom door close. You turn off the lamp and snuggle into the blankets on the couch. The fire is crackling and softly illuminating the room. You can’t help but eye the gifts under the Christmas tree and wonder who your secret Santa is. But you smile at the thought of tomorrow when Robin will open the gift that you bought her. You might have been a little excited when you drew her name for Secret Santa.

“Did you set out cookies for Santa?” Eddie says as he appears from the dark hallway and into the softly lit living room.

You don’t lift your head from the pillow. Your eyes flick up to his and he’s smiling. “Maybe I did.”

“You’re such a good list kind of girl.” He laughs as he drops his bag onto the recliner.

You shake your head in annoyance and ignore his comment. “Nancy said goodnight. Did Robin leave?”

“No, she decided to stay. The roads are icy. She’s just going to bunk with Steve.”

Eddie looks at you as he talks and as captivating as his eyes are, your gaze drops to his hands. His hands are currently unbuttoning his pants.

“W-what are you doing?” Your eyes are wide.

He looks confused and then notices your eyes on his hands. He chuckles, “Relax. This isn’t a free show.”

You grab your pillow and throw it at him. “You’re so arrogant.”

Eddie laughs and throws the pillow back. “I just like pushing your buttons.”

“You haven’t changed, Munson.”

“Why would I?” He smirks.

He unzips his pants and slides them down his legs, leaving him standing in his boxers and t-shirt. He tosses his pants on top of his bag that’s on the chair and the movement lifts his shirt for a brief moment, exposing his lower stomach. He has a small happy trail that disappears beneath his boxers. The feeling arising within you has you snapping your attention to the fire.

You shift under the covers, trying to shake the feeling trying to settle in your core. It’s been a while since you’ve been with anyone and it’s just your body reacting, nothing more.

Eddie lays down on the ground on his back as he pulls the blankets over himself. He’s directly below the couch and you can’t help but worry about falling on him in your sleep.

“Are you uncomfortable sleeping in the same room as me?” Eddie's voice is soft when he asks and it catches you off guard.

His face isn’t in view now that he’s laying down, so you look down at him from the edge of the couch. “What?”

“You are quieter than usual and you keep giving me looks.”

“What? No. I’ve known you forever. Why would I be uncomfortable?” You ask, your hair falling over the couch and spilling on Eddie’s chest.

He touches your hair gently and runs his finger down a strand before looking up at you. “I just want to make sure. I’d hate to make you feel that way.”

You watch his fingers twirl around your hair as if he’s in deep thought. You were going to pull your hair back, out of respect for his space, but he clearly…likes it.

“You could never make me feel like that, Eddie. We have been friends for so long and I’ve always felt safe and comfortable with you.”

His chocolate eyes soften. “Safe?”

His voice came out almost childlike. As if he was desperate to know the answer but scared to ask. “Yes, of course.” You watch his whole body relax under the weight of your words. It didn’t hit you when he asked that question, but seeing how he reacted to your reassurance, it’s clear what he’s thinking and it’s heartbreaking. Eddie grew up knowing exactly what people thought of him and he knew the words said behind his back. He was never anyone’s safe person. He was always who people ran from and never who they ran to.

You reach down and touch his hand as you look at him. “You’ll always be my safe person, no matter how far we grow apart.”

Eddie smiles softly and guides your hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on top. A silent thank you. Your heart warms. He draws your hand back, but you don’t let go. He doesn’t either. His hand is soft and you find comfort in touching him.

The fire continues to illuminate Eddie’s face, so you can see when his eyes meet yours.

“I should have called more.” He says.

You squeeze his hand. “Stop. It’s fine.”

He shakes his head. “I should have realized that even though you have a boyfriend we can still be close friends.”

“Wait, Matthew?” He doesn’t look at you, unable to meet your eyes. You sigh and add, “You’re right though. You could have still been my friend. I would have loved a few more calls and even a visit here and there. I was able to have both you and Matthew in my life.”

“Yeah, I fucked up.” He lets out a breath as if he’s disappointed in himself.

“It’s fine. It doesn’t matter anyway, I’m not with Matthew anymore.”

Eddie's eye met yours and his brows furrowed. “What happened?”

You shrug. “It doesn’t matter. It just didn’t work out.”

Eddie lifts on his elbow to get a closer look at you. “Did he hurt you?” Your head turns and you pull the blankets closer to your chest, trying to act casual as you avoid his eye contact. Eddie grabs your chin and turns your face to him. You think you might have stopped breathing at his touch. “Did he hurt you?” He repeats, his jaw clenching.

“I’m fine now. It’s over. It doesn’t matter, Eddie.”

His eyes search your face and his grip on your chin softens. “What a piece of shit. He had the whole world in his hands and…” His voice trails off as his eyes linger on your lips and then slowly meet your gaze. “He had no idea how lucky he was.”

The air between you both thickens and you find it hard to breathe. He is inches away and you can make out every little detail on his face. The stubble above his lip, the wrinkled lines on his forehead that appear when he’s surprised, the length of his lashes, the pink shade of his lips, and the faded scar that hides beneath his bangs. Every little thing about him is beautiful.

His eyes are roaming your face too and you wonder what details he’s noticing for the first time. Eddie's thumb brushes your jawline before his hand drops. He backs away and the absence of him makes your chest feel heavy.

“Here, I want you to open this early,” Eddie says as he grabs a wrapped gift from under the tree.

You sit up. “Wait, you are my secret Santa?”

He laughs softly, “Surprise,”

“But we aren’t supposed to open the gifts until tomorrow.”

He cocks his head and smiles. “Do you always play by the rules?”

You roll your eyes and join him on the floor next to the Christmas tree. He hands you a small box before resting his arms on his knees, getting comfortable as he waits.

You run your hand over the small box. “Are you sure?”

He shakes his hand and smiles, “Just open it.”

A smile spreads on your face as you tear off the paper and slowly open the box. You inhale a sharp breath as you see a beautiful lavender-colored hair scarf that has a unique design. Your finger runs over the silk fabric as tears well in your eyes. “H-how did you find this?”

“Paris. When we were there for a show I got in touch with someone that had connections with the original seller and they custom-made it.”

Your eyes meet Eddie’s as a tear rolls down your cheek. The head scarf is a replica of your grandmother's. You were close with her at a young age and she passed away before you turned twelve. There is a special photo that you have in your room of you and her from a trip to the beach, and she's wearing this exact scarf. She wore it every day and you've been looking for it ever since she passed away, but you were never lucky. The brand was no longer selling head scarfs and you gave up on trying to find one when you were a senior in high school. You only complained about not finding it once to Eddie and that was in junior year. You know he’s seen the photo because he was over at your house all the time as teenagers, but it’s been years. How did he remember the importance of it all?

“Is that the right one?” Eddie asks nervously.

You move so quickly to hug him that you knock him over. His laugh tickles your ear as you lay on top of him with your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around your back and holds you.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” You whisper.

“You’re welcome,” Eddie says softly as his hand strokes your hair with one hand and his other hand hugs you tightly.

You’ve never felt so secure, and so happy. It might be the best Christmas ever. And honestly, it’s because it’s the first one you’ve spent with Eddie. The reality of that has you pulling back to look at him. You’re suddenly aware that you are laying on top of him and your cheeks flush. He looks up at you and smiles, his curls pooling on the carpet.

Eddie reaches up and wipes a lingering tear from your cheek. He holds his hand to your face as his eyes trail over your features. Time slows as he meets your gaze and the only sound in the room is the fire crackling. Eddie’s hand slide to the back of your neck and within a single breath he pulls you to him and his lips meet yours. Your arms go weak and you give into his kiss as your chest falls back down into his.

Eddie’s other hand that’s on your back slides down to the hem of your shirt and his fingers brush lightly over your lower back. It’s all so overwhelming, his kiss and touch. You jump up in a panic and look around as if someone in the house woke up and caught you.

Eddie stands up and walks towards you, gently touching your elbow. “What’s wrong? Did you not want that?”

You ignore his eyes and step away from his touch. You and Eddie are friends. It’s all you’ve ever been. The sudden shift in that dynamic is something you weren’t prepared for. You sit on the couch and try to catch your breath.

Eddie watches you as he stands near the fireplace, concern filled in his eyes. Your mind is racing with thoughts. This is something you’ve secretly always wanted, but why does it make you nervous?

You jump back up and walk up to Eddie. The warmth of the fire swirls around you. “What you just did can jeopardize our friendship. What are you thinking?”

Eddie cocks his head and fights back a smile. “I was thinking about how badly I wanted to kiss you.”

You look away and swallow, your face feeling hot again. “Come on, Eddie. We can’t. We are just friends.”

Eddie steps forward, closing the space between you two. He drops his head and whispers in your ear. “Are we?” His finger trails up your arm slowly, “You’ve never thought about me in any other way?”

“No…” You lie. His touch sends goosebumps down your arms.

Eddie grabs your hand and brings it to his lips as he looks you in the eyes. “You’ve never thought about kissing me?”

“Nope.” Another lie.

Eddie guides your hand to his chest, flattening it against him. “You’ve never thought about touching me?”

Your heart is racing and your mouth is dry from all the lies. “No,” your voice cracks.

Eddie smirks, “You don’t sound convincing,” he holds your stare for a moment longer before dropping your hand. “But, I trust you.” He leans in and kisses your cheek. “I never want to jeopardize our friendship.”

You watch Eddie walk past you and drop on his knees to the floor and start pulling his blankets back. Your heart is racing even harder as you watch your opportunity slip away. Stop overthinking this and live in the moment. He wants you and nothing else matters.

You take a few steps toward and look down at Eddie. You’re nervous and unable to form words as he looks up at you from his knees, waiting for you to say something. But your mouth is dry and you can’t speak. Instead, you bring your hands to his hair and run them through his curls. His eyes close and his jaw relaxes. His hands move up the back of your legs and settle behind your knees. He looks fucking perfect on his knees before you, looking submissive and desperate.

“Be my gift tonight.” He whispers, looking up at you.

Your stomach flutters and you suddenly feel an ache forming for only him to satisfy. You slowly drop to your knees to face him. “Did you forget where we are?” You say with a laugh.

He smiles, “I don’t care. Everyone is asleep, they won’t see me unwrapping you.”

“Eddie,” You drop your head to his shoulder and laugh.

He kisses your neck and your toes curl. “Is that a yes?”

“Not here,” You whisper.

“Okay,” And he takes your hand, getting up in a swift motion as he pulls you along with him.

“What are you doing?” You ask as you grip his hand tighter, following behind him down the hall. Then you realize he’s headed towards the bathroom. You hold back a laugh and an eye roll. A sarcastic remark almost rolls off your tongue but catches in your throat as you run into the back of Eddie. He came to a sudden stop and you peer over his shoulder to see what’s happening.

“Shit,” He mutters. And then you notice the bathroom light on.

Shit is right. Someone is awake and the bathroom light just turned off. They are coming out of the bathroom. Your heart races as your mind runs through different reasons as to why you and Eddie are sneaking around the house in the middle of the night. Because whoever is about to come face to face with you both is definitely going to be asking questions.

Before you can foam logical reason, Eddie pulls you through the nearest door. It’s pitch dark aside from the sliver of light coming from under the door.

“Eddie?”

He squeezes your hand as his other hand gently touches your hair, searching for your face. “I’m here. Right here.”

Your shoulder brushes against something soft and you realize it’s a jacket. “Are we in the coat closet?” You try not to laugh.

Eddie’s hand leaves your arm as he feels out the space in the dark. He lightly chuckles, ”I think so.”

A noise from outside of the closet has you both falling silent. You step closer toward Eddie and he takes the opportunity to wrap his arms around you. The bathroom door opens and then closes just before footsteps fade down the hall.

“Are they gone?” You ask, shifting your face up to where you think Eddie is.

“Yeah,” His breath brushed your face and you realize he’s inches from you. You lift a hand and touch him. Your fingers glaze over his cheek. He’s soft, so soft. You can’t help yourself from tracing his jawline.

Eddie is frozen as you explore his face, only the sound of his breathing fills the air. His lips part as your fingertip brushes over his bottom lip. A phantom kiss lingers on your lips as you remember his kiss.

“Are you thinking about it too?” Eddie whispers, his lips moving against your finger.

“About what?”

“Our kiss,” and then Eddie kisses your finger, gently grabbing your wrist. He trails his kisses down your hand and to the inside of your wrist.

You swallow and feel your cheeks burning. Thankfully he can’t see you. “Yes…”

He lets out a breath, “We both leave tomorrow and I don’t want another day to pass without touching you. Touching you the way I’ve so desperately wanted for so long. I want you. Need you.” Eddie brings his hands to your face and cups your cheeks. “Tell me you want this. I’ll walk out of this door right now and find a way to accept being only a friend to you if that’s what you want. I’ll be whoever you want as long as I’m in your life. Say the word.”

You take a second to catch your breath and you slowly lift your hands to his, you wrap your hands around his wrists. “How about three? I want this,” Three words that are filled with complete certainty as they roll off your tongue. The permission to cross the line that’s never been crossed before. It will never not be just friends now, and you are more than okay with that.

Eddie’s lips find yours and kiss you gently at first, almost hesitating as if you’ll change your mind, but once you kiss him back there is a shift. You both deepen the kiss, pressing harder against each other. His hands travel down to your waist as he pulls you closer, making sure there is no gap at all between your body and his. Your hands wrap around his neck and tangle in his curls.

The darkness of the closet has intensified every touch and kiss. Without visuals, you can focus on every part of your body being touched by him. He’s kissing your neck and the sounds coming from your mouth is nothing like you’ve ever made before.

Eddie’s hand softly covers your mouth as his lips find your ear, “As turned on as I am by the noises you’re making, I can’t have you waking anyone up. I don’t want this interrupted. Okay?”

You nod as your breathing remains uneven. Eddie kisses the soft spot behind your ear before taking your earlobe between his lips and flicking his tongue over it before pulling away. You’re so hot for him that you desperately grab him, pulling him back into you. He laughs quietly before finding your lips and sliding his tongue into your mouth. You moan against his lips and he presses his body against you, pushing you back toward the wall. His shirt is off and you are moving your hands around his chest, needing to feel every inch of him.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath between kisses. You can feel him hard against your body, only the thin fabric of his boxers revealing what’s beneath. You rub your hand down the length of him against his boxers and he whimpers, dropping his head between the crook of your neck. You move your hand up and down, and he lets out a few muffled moans as he pressed his face further into your skin. You feel wetness at the top of his boxers and smile because he’s that turned on. You slip your hand down his boxers and brush your thumb over his skin, rubbing the pre-cum around the tip. Eddie bites on your neck gently, and it has you gasping.

“Eddie,” You groan playfully.

“I love it when you touch me,”

He moves his hand over yours in his boxers and wraps your fingers around his hard length. He whispers in your ear as he pins you harder against the wall. “Do you feel how hard you make me?”

You can’t see him, but holy shit you can feel him. Your fingers barely wrap around him fully and you can’t help but imagine what he will feel like inside you. “Yes,” you breathe as you start slowly moving your hand up and down. He’s moaning into your ear as his hand pulls away and you hear the coat hangers swing. He must be holding onto the coat rack.

“Jesus H. Christ,” He groans as you keep moving your hand. Eddie grabs your wrist, stopping you.

“What’s wrong?”

Eddie laughs softly, “We snuck away so I could touch you, remember?”

You smile in the dark, “Then what are you waiting for, Munson?”

His hands touch your hips, finding you in the dark. He slips his hands under your shirt and moves up the sides of your body, creating goosebumps along your skin. Your shirt drops to the floor as his fingers drop to your back and unclasps your bra. The cool air hits your chest and a chill runs through you, followed by a gasp as Eddie’s warm mouth finds your breast. The warmth of him and the cold space has your senses on high alert.

“Eddie,” You moan

Eddie’s tongue circles around your nipple before gently brushing his teeth against you. His hand massaging your other breast slides down your stomach and finds your waistband. Then he suddenly drops to his knees. One of your hands reaches out and touches his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“Unwrapping my gift,” He says with a smile that you can detect in his words. Eddie pulls down your panties and pajama pants in one swift motion. You tense as you anticipate the next move he’s going to make. The darkness causes a level of mystery and excitement that the light doesn’t provide.

Eddie wraps his fingers around your calf and lifts your leg onto his shoulder, letting it dangle over his back. You place your hand above you on the coat rack to stabilize yourself. He plants soft kisses on your inner thigh that’s exposed, trailing closer to the apex of your thighs. Your breath catches as soon as his warm mouth finds the part of you that’s aching so badly for him. His tongue moves down and up, licking the wetness that’s foamed over the past twenty minutes.

“You can’t see me, but I’m licking my lips. You taste exactly how I imagined.” He says softly as his thumb brushes over your thigh before widening your leg.

You smile, “You’ve imagined this?”

He laughs, “So many times. What do you think I was imagining at the dinner table tonight?”

You blush and before you can say anything in return his tongue is moving over the sensitive bud between your legs. You moan and grip the coat rack harder. God, it feels so good. He knows exactly what to do and you are weak. He moves down and slowly slides his tongue inside you, moving in and out. You throw your head back, resting it on the wall, and bite back your moans. “Holy sh—“ You cover your mouth with your hand as he moves his mouth back up and flicks his tongue over and over hitting that sensitive spot.

“Edd—“ You try to say, but your words are cut off by uncontrollable noises. Your legs are weak under the pressure building within you. Your hand slips from the coat rack and your legs feel like jello. Eddie catches you as you fall on top of him.

“Oh God, I’m sorry.” You say as you try to catch your breath.

Eddie laughs and shushes you. “It’s okay. Come here,” he pulls and grabs your hips, pulling you fully on top of him. He’s hard against you and it’s all you can focus on as he helps you put one leg on each side of him, straddling him.

“I want you,” You say quickly and full of desire.

“You can have me,” He groans as he kisses your neck.

He has his back against the wall as he sits on the floor of the coat closet with you straddling him. This was not the plan for tonight. This wasn’t supposed to happen, but fuck…this is exactly what you wanted.

Eddie's hands find your hips as he kisses your neck and slowly starts moving you back and forth against him. You both moan at the pleasurable friction, only his boxers separating what you both desire. The rocking feels so good and you can feel the fabric between you both becoming wet. He kisses your lips with passion and desperate need. You moan into his mouth and he tastes it.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he lifts your hips. You help him push back his boxers and his hard length springs out, lightly tapping your wetness. You inhale a sharp breath as he lines you up against him and slowly guides you down by your hips. He fills you up perfectly.

“You feel so fucking good.” He whimpers as you start moving. His fingers dig into your hips, his rings pressing into your skin.

“So good,” You answer.

He helps you move against him and you think that it’s never felt this good with anyone before. It’s as if he was made for you. He’s moaning your name as you move faster and deeper. His curls are in your face as you bury yourself in him. He fills you and surrounds you with himself and his scent. It’s all Eddie, everywhere.

Both of your breathing quickens as the pleasure builds and builds. You reach your climax, and just as you reach the top Eddie joins you. It’s dark but you think you might have seen stars. He wraps his arms around you as you sink into him, feeling heavy and weak.

He strokes your hair and whispers in your ear, “You are perfect. Always have been.” You smile at that and kiss his shoulder.

Eddie helps you get dressed and quietly sneaks you out of the closet. The hallway is lit by a small window nearby and the fire coming from the living room. You finally see Eddie’s face again. He looks at you and smiles, his hand still in yours. You both stand in the silent empty hallway and look at each other. For the first time, you are seeing each other as more than friends. The line has been crossed and there are no regrets or disappointment. The look between you two is filled with hope for the future and the love that’s been there all along.

Eddie steps closer and gently kisses you. “Don’t be long,”

“Okay,” You kiss him back before letting go of his hand and walking to the bathroom to freshen up.

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Eddie is laying on the floor in his bundle of blankets as you walk into the living room. His sleepy eyes look up at you and he smiles softly. He is lingering between awake and sleep, barely hanging on. Eddie outstretches his hand to you and you take it, snuggling up against him.

The couch is comfortable, but if sleeping on the floor means that you’ll be sleeping in his arms then the floor it is. Eddie makes a soft grumble from his throat as he wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer to his body. He’s the perfect big spoon.

And this is the perfect night. The fire crackles as the warmth of it cover you both like an extra blanket. The lights on the Christmas tree twinkle brighter than before. And the snow falls silently outside as the clock strikes two in the morning.

Eddie says in a raspy sleepy voice, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

“Merry Christmas.”

In the comfort of Eddie’s arms, you drift to sleep.

[munsonhoneybaby]

Beginning Traditions | Eddie Munson X F!Reader

Summary: It’s your first Christmas in your new home with Eddie and the two of you are ready to explore the next steps you’ll take together as you form your own Christmas traditions.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, just some heavy making out honestly nothing bad in this one

A/N: takes place in december of ‘94. bit more of a blurb/drabble. this was originally gonna be some super sweet extensive thing with a lil breeding kink and some sex by the fireplace but uh- the month really got away from me. i’ll try and make it up to y’all with whatever i post next <3

The bluesy cadence of Elvis’s voice floated quietly through the main rooms of your home, the old holiday records your family had passed down having been dusted off in the name of the season. It was certainly a change of pace from the rock and metal cassettes you typically had playing. The golden twinkle of the Christmas lights worked hand in hand with the flickering fireplace to fill the room with a warm glow.

Four inches of snow blanketed the ground outside and, according to the weather report, the elements wouldn’t be letting up anytime soon. Inside, however, Eddie had turned up the heat and started the fire while you had made two mugs of hot chocolate ‘with all the fixins’. The Christmas tree was fully decorated, including multiple ornaments the two of you had made together. The only thing missing was the star on top, which was what led you to balance precariously at the top of your step stool, stretching to reach the top of the eight-foot tree.

Warm palms met your exposed skin as your boyfriend of eight years grasped your hips to steady you. “You gotta be more careful, pretty girl. Gonna gimme a heart attack.”

“Eds, babe, the ladder’s like two feet tall. If anything, I’m worried about takin’ the tree down with me.” You fidgeted with the fake branches, “Is the star sitting straight?”

“Looks perfect, honey.” He held a hand out to help you step down, tugging you a few steps back to take a look.

You hummed in agreement as he kissed your temple, your back pressing into his chest. “It’s pretty. You did a good job on the lights.”

He smiled at you before glancing out the window where the wind howled and the tree branches shook. “Thank God I put up the lights outside yesterday. Who knows when this storm’s gonna let up.”

Hip bumping his, you gave him a suppressed smirk. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll find ways to keep busy. I just hope we don’t lose power, even with the heat going I’m still freezing.”

“If we can find ways to keep busy, we can definitely find a way to keep warm. Don’t you worry, honey baby.”

A ding from the oven drew you to the kitchen as Eddie put away the step stool. Grabbing the bag he’d stowed away in the guest room, he met you in the kitchen where you were swapping out the freshly baked sugar cookies for unbaked cookie dough. “Hey, I’ve got somethin’ for us to do tonight.”

“When did you go to Family Video?” You frowned in confusion at the bag in his hands.

Ignoring your question, he asked, “Remember that one kids’ Christmas movie you liked that came out last year? The Tim Burton one?”

“The Nightmare Before Christmas?” The smile spreading on your face had him pulling the brand-new VHS from the bag. With a little squeal, you took it from him to inspect it. He’d even gotten one with a plastic hardcover instead of a paper one. Your arms wound around his neck with a tight squeeze, “Thank you, Eddie!”

Squeezing your waist right back, he chuckled. “‘Course, pretty girl. Why don’t you go turn the movie on and I’ll make us some popcorn, hm?”

Less than a year until he’d turn thirty, and even after so many years with you he still stood in the doorway to watch you bend over and put the VHS in– only then did your boyfriend attend to his task of making popcorn. The hot bag burned his fingers as he dumped the microwaved popcorn into a big bowl. He joined you on the couch after pressing play for you, the festive pattern of your matching pajama pants blending together as your legs curled against his.

Eddie eyed your content expression as you watched the movie with a small smile. It had been a philosophy of yours to try and maintain the spirit of the holiday season for as long as Eddie had known you. Even when he’d still lived with Wayne, you’d insist on coming over to help decorate the trailer. He still remembers asking you about it on your first Christmas together as a couple. My family doesn’t really get along, you’d explained with an expression of shame that made his chest hurt. Not a lot of people show up to celebrate, and there’s always a fight when they do. I guess I just wanna try and enjoy what I have around times like this, y’know? Bring people together. He looked over at the two stockings hanging from the mantle of the fireplace and imagined more hanging beside them. “So, are you gonna leave cookies and milk out for Santa this year?”

Meeting his eyes out of the corner of yours, you smiled and popped a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “I s’pose I could if Santa actually wants to sneak in the living room at midnight to put the presents under the tree.”

“Well, I think he’s going to. He’s gonna need the practice if he’s gonna have a little one or two to deliver presents to in the Christmases to come.” He tried to keep a lightheartedly teasing expression on his face, but part of him tried to gauge how you would react to that.

“Little ones, huh?”

“Doesn’t have to be by next Christmas,” He reassured with a little smile. “All this’s just makin’ me think about it.”

“Yeah?” Your hand soothed over his clothed chest before slipping beneath his shirt to do the same to his skin. “Eddie Munson’s really thinkin’ about kids?”

His face flushed, head tilting down as his eyes darted around. “I don’t know, it’s just…we’re in such a good place– and I wanna stay like this for a while longer, I do, ‘cause this is perfect, y’know? I just think we’re getting there, I guess. Like maybe it’s time to start talking about parenting stuff a little more and preparing together?”

Cupping his cheek, you met his gaze with a small smile. You couldn’t help but kiss him, fingers winding into the loose messy bun that was falling out at the base of his neck. “We’ll talk about it, Eds. I promise.” You could feel his smile against your lips as they molded to his again, his arms surrounding you to draw you into his lap. “Eddie, the movie,” You pouted half-heartedly into the kiss.

“We’ve got it on VHS now, babe. We can watch it anytime,” He argued as his mouth found its way to your neck. Head rolling back to give him more room, you pulled your borrowed scrunchie from his hair. His hands wandered from your hips over your waist and up your back, mapping out each curve as though he didn’t already have them all memorized.

Pulling back slightly, your thumb stroked over his jaw. “You’re gonna be such a good dad.”

“You really think so?” He asked, a little nervousness seeping into his tone.

“I know so, baby. You’re gonna be amazing.”

He pulled you down into another ravenous kiss, mumbling against your lips. “I love you.”

On Christmas that year, he got down on one knee and gave you a ring.

The next year, you bit your nail as you watched Eddie unwrap his final Christmas gift from you– the first of several positive pregnancy tests.

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[laheymaze]

the only thing i want for christmas is you

✨eddie munson✨ x fem!reader

summary: you and eddie get into a fight before steve's christmas dinner party, and you spend the whole dinner mad at eddie. but your sweet boyfriend will do anything to ensure you will stop being mad at him 🎄

warnings: language, mentions of sex, angst, i think that's it??

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! i have a few more imagines to write, so be on the look out for those the next few days! :) make sure to check out steve's holiday imagines as well!! i love all of you so much and your support is absolutely incredible! every kind word about my writing is so sweet and honestly means more than you even know! <3 writing fanfic is such a stress reliever to me because it takes me out of my head and into a world of a fiction show that i love. i hope you all have an amazing holiday!!! <3 

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“Happy holidays my love!” Eddie shouted into your house, the smell of cookies filling his senses.

“In the kitchen!” You yelled back. 

“Whoa, you really made enough cookies to feed an army!” Eddie exclaimed, looking at the baked goods all over your kitchen. 

Steve invited the two of you over for his annual Christmas dinner party, and this was the first year Eddie was invited, so you wanted to make sure he made a good impression, and cookies always help. 

“Have you met our friends? It is an army of hormonal teenagers who love to eat.” You said, leaning in to kiss Eddie. 

“True,” Eddie added, taking a bite of a sugar cookie. “How long have you been baking?”

“Since six.”

“In the morning?!” Eddie said with shock, making you smile and roll your eyes. 

“Not all of us sleep until two in the afternoon.”

“One in the afternoon, for your information.” Eddie corrected. You threw an M&M at him, which he caught and threw into his mouth. 

You finished packing up all of the cookies, making sure they were wrapped in cute boxes. Eddie managed to steal a few more without you noticing, and helped you carry the boxes to his van. 

“Are you still staying at my place tonight?” Eddie asked as he placed the boxes down. 

“Yeah, if that’s fine with you.” You said, getting in the front seat. 

“Duh,” Eddie replied, starting the van and letting it warm up. 

Eddie began driving to Steve’s house, you finalizing your makeup and hair in the mirror. You looked back at your duffle bag, and the boxes of cookies, scanning the empty space next to them. Your head slowly turned to Eddie, anger boiling inside of you.

“Where are the presents for everyone?” You questioned. Eddie’s eyes went wide. 

“Uhh.” Was all Eddie could get out. 

“Did you forget to buy the gifts, Eddie?! Please tell me you got them and just forgot them at your house!” You shouted, trying to control your anger. 

“I may or may not have completely forgotten to go buy them…”

“Eddie, I gave you a list! Is it really that hard to do something for your girlfriend?” 

“Y/N, I’m sorry. We can stop right now and get stuff.” Eddie told you.

“No, we don’t have time. I can’t believe you. I never ask for anything, and the time I do, you’d rather sleep all day.” You said, extremely frustrated. 

“Seriously? I’m sorry I forgot! Just drop it.” 

“Just drop it? Wow, okay, I’ll just drop it.” You returned, glad to see you were pulling up to Steve’s house and could get away from Eddie. You knew you should’ve gone shopping yourself instead of trusting him. 

You opened the car door, slamming it shut and going around to the other side to grab boxes. Eddie stood next to you, grabbing the ones you didn’t.

“Can we please talk about this later? I want to have a good night.” Eddie said quietly to you.

“So did I.” You said, marching inside and leaving Eddie in your dust. 

“Y/N!” Steve greeted as you walked in the door. “Let me get those!” He took the boxes from you, not without giving you a huge hug first. 

“Finally!” Robin said, coming out of the kitchen. “Cookies!” You gave her a look. “I mean, my best friend, yay!” She gave you a hug, almost pulling you down. “What’s wrong with you?” She questioned, noticing the straight look on your face. 

“Eddie, that’s what’s wrong.” As you said this, Eddie walked through the door. “Speak of the devil.” 

You walked into the kitchen with Steve, greeted by the sugar-high army of kids taking over the entire room. Max immediately at your side, arms wrapped around you. 

“Where’s the freak?” She asked, making you raise your brows. 

“You know I don’t like when you guys call him that.” You told her. 

“Okay, guy who screams at children and plays demon games.” She said, making you laugh.

“Hey! It is not a demon game!” Dustin shouted at Max. 

“Is too!” El added.

“It’s kinda true.” You said, laughing. 

“Is Max saying we play demon games again?” Eddie’s voice filled the room.

“Yes! This is an outrage!” Dustin pouted. 

Eddie ruffed up Dustin’s hair, then shoving the boy, laughing. He looked at you, sympathetically smiling. You looked away, still upset with him. Eddie felt horrible. You had never been this mad at him before, and he also felt bad that none of his friends would get gifts, all because of his selfishness and absent mind. 

“You can let your anger out on food! Let us eat!” Steve announced. 

Everyone made their way to the dining room table, Max and Robin fighting over who would sit next to you. They eventually agreed you’d sit between them, leaving Eddie across the table from you, in between Mike and Dustin. You all dug into the delicious food Nancy and her mom made, and the mashed potatoes Robin made sure to announce she stirred. 

“Let’s go around and say what we want for Christmas and what our New Years resolutions are!” Robin told the group. 

“Good idea, Rob,” Steve told her, making her smile with victory.

“I want the newest edition of D&D, and my resolution is to beat Eddie at it!” Dustin said proudly. 

You looked down, knowing the newest edition was on the gift list for Dustin because it would mean more coming from Eddie. Eddie noticed your reaction, sighing to himself; remembering the list. 

“I would like the new Jenga game Max and I saw at the mall! And what’s a New Years’ resolution?” El added, making everyone give her a questioning look, then laughing. 

As everyone continued saying what they wanted and their resolutions, Eddie felt immense guilt. Most of the things everyone wanted were on your list for him to get. It wasn’t until you spoke that Eddie really felt like shit. 

“I would like all of my amazing friends to have everything they wished for.” You said in a serious tone. “And my resolution is to actually survive another year of demo-dogs and Vecna’s.” You joked, making everyone laugh. 

“No! No more of those at all!” Robin shouted, everyone, laughing more. Standing up suddenly though, with a completely straight face, was Eddie. This quieted everyone down, all eyes on the long-haired, tattooed boy with big brown eyes. 

“The only thing I want for Christmas is you,” Eddie said, looking almost into your soul. “And my resolution is to be a better boyfriend who doesn’t screw up.” Eddie sat back down, then rose again. “Oh, and to continue to kick Henderson’s ass during campaigns.” He sat down once more, everyone looking extremely confused. 

“What did you do, Munson?” Steve demanded. 

“He forgot to buy your gifts. I gave him a list and he forgot to go.” You said simply. 

“How dare you?!” Dustin stated, looking at Eddie. “You remembered mine though, right?” The boy added.

“Do you see the new D&D game? No.” Eddie told him. “Sorry, buddy.”

“Screw you,” Dustin said, turning around and crossing his arms.

“Y/N is already mad enough at me, I don’t need you mad too,” Eddie told Dustin. 

“Too late,” Dustin responded. 

“There will be no sad faces on Christmas!” Eddie shouted, mainly talking to you and Dustin. “Y/N, I’m sorry! Dustin, grow up.” 

“I suppose I can forgive you…” Dustin said. 

“It’s not Christmas day, but I suppose I can forgive you too.” You added, sympathetically smiling at Eddie. 

“It’s not like you forgot to get your girlfriend a gift, just us,” Robin said cluelessly, making you realize you never asked if he forgot to get you one too. You looked at Eddie, raising your brows curiously. 

“Yeah, funny,” Eddie stated, laughing awkwardly. 

“You didn’t get Y/N anything either?!” She shouted. 

“Robin, you’re making it worse,” Steve told her. 

“Even I got her something! And I don’t have money!” 

“What did you get me?” You questioned. 

“A shirt.” She replied, winking at you.

“Is it one of your shirts?” You asked, knowing your best friend.

“That’s beside the point, Y/N,” Robin told you, making you laugh. 

“How about we all go and play Christmas games and enjoy the rest of the night, okay?” Steve suggested, trying to distract away from the current conversation. Everyone agreed, making their way to the living room. 

Once the night died down, you and Eddie headed back to his house, quiet the entire drive. Eddie couldn’t stand it, and he hated that you were mad at him. He parked the van, both of you getting out and heading for the door. Reaching into his pocket for the house key, Eddie had a “genius” idea. 

“I think I forgot my key,” Eddie stated bluntly.

“What do you mean, forgot your key?” You questioned, crossing your arms. 

“I must have left it inside and Wayne locked the door when he left for work.” 

“Of course, you forgot that too.” You said angrily. “We can just go to my house.” You said, already heading back for the van. 

You tried opening the door, but it was locked. You looked at Eddie, widening your eyes so he’ll open the door. Eddie looked at his van keys, then suddenly chucking them as far as he could into the endless snow on the ground. 

“What the fuck Eddie?!” You yelled at him, walking up to him in a hurry. “Why did you just throw those away?!” 

“Because we aren’t going anywhere until we fix this,” Eddie said stubbornly. 

“It’s negative two degrees out, Eddie!” 

“We have jackets on.” He responded, matter of factly.

“Seriously? If I freeze to death, I’m blaming you!” 

“Blame me all you want. I’m fixing this and I don’t care what it takes, Y/N!” Eddie said, getting closer to you. 

“We could’ve fixed this in a nice warm house!” You said. 

“Yeah, where there are other bedrooms for you to hide in and not talk to me. I know you Y/N Y/L/N! You will ignore me for about an hour then come hug me and apologize even if it wasn’t your fault. I’m just speeding up the process.” This made you freeze, more than you already physically were. 

“You left out how great our makeup sex is.” You said, quietly. Eddie smirked, grabbing your waist and pulling you to him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. This always got you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding each other as close as you could. 

“Hug, check. Now for makeup sex.” Eddie said into your hair. 

“You’re absolutely insane if you think I am having sex in the snow!” You said, backing away and hitting Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie smirked once more, reaching into his pocket and holding up his set of house keys. “EDWARD MUNSON!” You yelled at him, realizing what keys those were. “Are you kidding me?!” 

“Great plan, wasn’t it.” Eddie winked. 

“An amazing one because now you get to go look for your van keys in the snow.” You stated, tip-toeing to whisper into his ear. “While I lay naked in bed.” You stepped back. “Better hurry.” You grabbed the house key from Eddie’s hand, turning around and heading into the warm trailer. Eddie made a fist, biting it softly and quickly ran to find his keys, not trying to waste a second away from you.

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You woke up the next morning in an empty bed. You sat up right away, confused as to why Eddie wasn’t holding you in his arms like usual. You got up, putting on Eddie’s shirt that was on the floor, covering your underwear, and opened the bedroom door. 

“Eddie?” You called out. That’s when you saw all of your friends sitting in the living room, surrounded by gifts. 

“You should put clothes on when you have guests over, Y/N,” Robin told you, getting up off the couch and hugging you. “At least a bra.” She whispered in your ear as she hugged you. 

“Then you should let go and stop being weird.” You said, laughing.

“Are you sure you’re not gay? I think we’d make a great couple.” Robin said, looking at you. 

“Back off Buckley, she’s mine,” Eddie told her, walking over to you. 

“You’ll mess up again, and that’s when I’ll swoop in,” Robin said, winking and walking back to the others, you laughing at her antics.

“Did you go get their gifts?” You asked, smiling.

“Yeah, first thing this morning. That was more important than sleeping until two.” Eddie said, kissing your forehead. 

“Thought it was one?” You teased. 

“Smart ass.” He pulled you to him, bear-hugging you as tight as he could. “Merry early Christmas,” Eddie told you, pulling away and handing you a small box. 

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“I already know you went all out with my gift, per usual. Just open it.”

You unwrapped the box, opening it to reveal a beautiful blue ring. You remembered this ring, saying you liked it many months ago when you and Eddie walked past the jewelry shop. 

“Eddie.” You smiled, tears forming in your eyes. 

“It’s no engagement ring, but it’s a good placeholder until we’re ready for the real deal,” Eddie said, smiling. 

“Good thing it’s not, because proposing while I’m in underwear and a shirt is a little much.” You said, laughing. “I love it so much, thank you,” You wrapped your arms around Eddie’s torso. “I love you so much.” 

“I love you, so so much.” 

“Can you two hurry up with the mushy stuff? It’s time for Eddie to come play with us!” Dustin announced, making you look up from Eddie’s chest, your arms still wrapped around him. 

“You heard the boy.” You said, giving Eddie a kiss. 

“Who invited them here again?” 

“You did.” You confirmed.

“Remind me to never do that again,” Eddie told you, you nodding. 

“Eddie!” Dustin shouted. 

“Hold your damn horses Henderson, I’m coming!” 

You watched as the boys gathered around the coffee table, ready to start what was probably going to be a long campaign; Steve and Robin sighing as they drank eggnog at the kitchen counter; and El and Max playing Jenga in front of them. You had a huge smile on your face, feeling so incredibly blessed to have the most amazing friends and boyfriend in the entire world. 

[officialaemondtargaryen]

Home For The Holidays

Summary: Eddie's band is on tour and can't make it home for the holidays.

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader (can be read as gender neutral)

Word Count: 2.3k

Trigger Warning: Eddie and Dustin are conniving, per my usual works.

Author’s Note: Happy birthday, Sam (@felteppsters). This is the first part of your birthday/Christmas gift.

He said, "I'm not going to be able to make it."

When Eddie left for his first headlining tour, he made a promise to you that he would be home for just five days out of the six months that he would be on the road; a short break the week of Christmas so that the bands and crew were able to spend time with their families.

"They added more dates to the tour," he continued after a few moments of silence. He was calling from a payphone somewhere near Kansas City, and he could sense your disappointment even though he was over five hundred miles away.

You knew that it wasn't his fault. Corroded Coffin gained significant popularity after their last tour opening up for Metallica and the demand to see them was overwhelming. There were four new dates; Kansas City, Minneapolis, Denver, and Salt Lake, before the band got a one-day break for Christmas Day and were to be in Seattle on December 26th.

"Y/N," he sighed. "Say something."

"I know how much this means to you, Eddie." You told him, your voice doing nothing to hide the fact that your heart was in your stomach. "I'm so proud of you."

The line went quiet and you could hear the faint sound of static and Eddie's breathing in your ear. Your burning eyes fluttered shut at the sound, forcing a tear to drop to your cheek. You were proud of him. You at least hoped that he believed that. In the ten years that you had known Eddie and the four years that you had been dating, he had never once disappointed you- and the one time that he had, today, was out of his control.

"When I get ho-" You could hear Gareth's voice in the background yelling for Eddie to hurry up. "Shit, I have to go." He said, there was more yelling. "Shut the hell up! I'm coming! Gareth and Jeff need to call their folks."

"It's okay." You frowned.

"I love you," he said sincerely. "And Y/N? Nothing means more to me than you." The corners of your lips pulled up into a small smile.

"I love you, too!"

The phone line disconnected and you felt empty. All you could do was stare at the little Christmas tree that you had put up and decorated yourself and the presents underneath, all with his name on them. You had argued about whether or not you would put up the tree without him, as it had been a little tradition of yours since you had moved into this house with him three years ago. He wanted you to wait, you wanted him to come home to presents under the tree. You remember him laughing to himself over the phone, could practically picture him shaking his head, knowing that it was pointless to argue about it- you were going to do what you want.

A sigh escaped your lips as you wiped your dampened cheeks. It was a little past noon, and you were still in your pajamas. You had cleaned the house spotless for Eddie's arrival, leaving you nothing to keep your mind busy now that he wasn't going to be here.

You picked up the phone and dialed Robin, but her line immediately went busy. So you dialed Steve, but it should have been obvious to you that his line would also be busy. You dialed Nancy and Jonathan answered only to tell you that she was at work. Your head fell back with a frustrated groan.

"I think everyone forgot that it is my birthday." You muttered to yourself. "Even my own boyfriend."

The moment that you had conceded to spending the day on the couch, wallowing in your misery, in the same pajamas you had been wearing for two days while watching VHS Christmas movies, there was a knock on the front door. You hurried to the door and peered through the glass to see a very familiar head of curly hair standing on your front porch with his hands in his pockets.

"Dustin?" You asked as you hurriedly opened the door. "What are you doing here, wait- how did you get here?"

The younger boy looked at you quizzically before holding up a set of car keys. "I'm eighteen and I can drive."

"Shit," you laughed rubbing your eyes. "I sometimes forget that you're not fourteen anymore."

"So does my mom," he replied and shoved past you, making himself at home in your kitchen before you could even say 'come in'.

"Well, what's up?" You asked. "You know Eddie isn't going to make it home this week, right?"

"I heard", Dustin replied from inside your refrigerator. Your eyes narrowed. "I figured you were going to be super depressed since it's your birthday and all, so here I am!" He said turning to you and holding out his arms. "Damnit, all you have to eat is leftovers?" He moved over to your cabinets. "And cereal?"

"Sorry to disappoint you?"

That was when Dustin turned back to you and really took in your appearance. "You really are depressed, aren't you?"

"No, no." You huffed. "I'm not depressed. It's just early."

"It's almost one!" He objected. "Go change out of your PJ's and we can go get a pizza. My treat." You narrowed your eyes once more, wondering when this boy became an adult who felt like he could tell you what to do. "Well, go!"

"Okay!"

Not wanting to argue with him, you made a beeline to your bedroom and threw together an outfit. You emerged a few moments later and the younger boy was staring at your Christmas tree and shoving a handful of Froot Loops in his mouth.

"There's something missing." He said with his mouth full.

"I was waiting for Eddie to get home to put the star on top since I couldn't reach." You replied with a frown. "Maybe later I can get the step-stool out and you can put it on, Short-Stack."

"Screw you," he sneered. "I don't see anyone else offering to take you out to lunch on your birthday."

"You're absolutely right, kiddo." You laughed. "Let's go."

Dustin was able to keep your mind off Eddie for most of the day. He had taken you to the brand new Surfer Boy Pizza that had just opened up near the new mall in Hawkins before you both met up with Mike and El for a movie. Once Nancy had gotten off from work, she and Jonathan joined the four of you for dinner at Antonio's. She had asked about Steve and Robin, but Dustin made an excuse for the two of them. Truth be told, you had no clue where they were other than what Dustin told you, "they were otherwise engaged, but wished they were able to make it." The whole thing was odd, but you were just happy to not be alone on your birthday.

Jonathan had the idea to check out Christmas lights in Loch Nora as the sun began to set. You stopped at a gas station for some cheap hot chocolate which probably wasn't the best idea after the fact. Once you had driven through the entire neighborhood and the one over, you mentioned making your way home, but Dustin and Mike had other ideas.

"Why don't we all come over and play a game or something?" Dustin mentioned, inviting the entire party over to your house.

"Dustin, it's getting late, I don't think we have time for a D&D campaign tonight." You replied with a yawn.

"Come on, Y/N." Mike urged. "We're having such a great time, don't you want to end it on a high note?"

At this point you realized that something was up, you could not accept the fact that your jerky friends really just didn't want you to spend any part of your birthday alone, despite what they said.

"What the hell, sure!" You replied, throwing your hands up in defeat.

Dustin decided to take the long way home through another neighborhood because El mentioned that she would like to see more Christmas lights. Jonathan and Nancy followed closely behind in their own car as Dustin made his way through not one, not two, but three additional neighborhoods to see the lights.

When he finally pulled up to the curb outside of your house, you were exhausted. Keeping up with a bunch of teenagers took the life right out of you.

"I don't know how much fun I'm going to be," you mentioned as you unlocked the deadbolt. "But you're all welcome to stay for as long as you-"

"SURPRISE!"

The lights flickered on to reveal Robin, Steve, Lucas, Max, Erica, and Will with balloons and party hats and a cake that had way, too many candles on it.

"Before anything else happens," Robin stated. "Please blow out these candles so that they are no longer a fire hazard!"

You were utterly speechless as Steve ushered you over to the cake. "Make a wish!" He said softly as he put his arm around you.

You closed your eyes and made your wish.

And even though you knew that it was impossible, you still wished that Eddie could have been there.

"Happy Birthday!" Max yelled when you opened your eyes.

"How did you guys even get in here?" You said as you wrapped her up in a hug.

"I picked the lock, obviously." She shrugged as you moved to hug Lucas and Erica.

"She did not pick the lock," Steve added. "Because that would be breaking and entering and that's illegal, even if it would have been for a good cause." Max rolled her eyes and went to refill her cup.

"Where have you two been?" You asked Steve and Robin.

"We had to go pick up your gift!" Robin replied, hopping up on your counter and sticking her finger in the cake frosting.

"My gift?" You asked. "You didn't have to get me anything, your company is enough."

"Oh, we know." She replied with a sly smile. "This gift kind of forced our hand."

You looked at Steve for answers but he was looking over your shoulder. Your heart was hammering against your chest as you turned slowly to see Eddie standing in the middle of your living room with a silver bow sitting atop his head.

"How?" You gasped and before he could say anything, you leaped for him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his middle.

"Hi," was all that he was able to say in between the hundred kisses that you placed upon his lips. "I missed you, too."

"You said that you weren't going to be able to make it!" You exclaimed. "You had a show tonight!"

"We were able to postpone it," he replied. "Another band took our place and we're going to honor the tickets on another date." He took your chin in between his index finger and thumb and made you look at him. "I made a promise to you, and even though I have to be at the airport at 6:00 AM tomorrow, I couldn't miss your birthday."

"I love you so much." You told him.

"I love you, too." He replied as he sealed a kiss to your lips.

One by one, your friends filtered out of your home. You thanked each and every one of them for the best birthday that you could have ever asked for and made plans for them to come over on Christmas Eve for dinner and presents.

"You planned this didn't you?" You asked Dustin as you stood at the front door with him. "You knew the whole time." He only shrugged before winking terribly. You pulled him in for a hug and raked your knuckles over his scalp before letting him go. "See ya later, Shorty."

He stepped out onto the front porch and turned back to give you the middle finger. "Happy birthday, Asshole."

You closed the door behind him and locked the deadbolt, turning to see Eddie standing at the Christmas tree. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle, your head resting on his back. If you could just stay in this moment forever, and live in this happiness that you felt, you would. You would never let him go if you didn't have to.

"Babe, where's the star?" He asked curiously, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I couldn't reach it," you replied. "And it didn't feel right to finish without you."

He turned around to face you with your arms still wrapped around him. "You are so cute, you know?" He asked as he removed your arms from him and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

Eddie bent down to the box of Christmas decorations still sitting next to the tree and pulled out the star. He stuck it on top of the tree and plugged it into the outlet and suddenly the living room was filled with a beautiful yellow glow.

"Wait a minute," Eddie said, bending back down to the box of decorations. "You didn't want to put this ornament on the tree? But it's my favorite one!"

"Hm?" You turned to him to see Eddie on one knee with a dainty, diamond ring in his hands. "Oh," the breath was taken right out of your lungs. "Eddie-"

"Y/N," He began. "I wasn't planning on doing this until I got home from the tour, but I couldn't wait. When I said that there is nothing more important to me than you, I meant it. Will you spend the rest of your life with me?"

"I was already planning on it." You replied excitedly, meeting his lips with yours.

Eddie slipped the ring over your finger and laced his fingers with yours. "Happy birthday, Y/N. I love you."

[ashwhowrites]

Hi, buggy! Can we get a fic about Eddie and his partner making gingerbread houses 💋💋

Y/N wouldn't have guessed it from seeing Eddie, but he was a massive Christmas fan. He sang along to Christmas songs, which he played on full blast. He wore ugly Christmas sweaters, Santa hats, and enjoyed hanging up lights.

He was even more excited to be in a relationship during the holidays. They've already gone to see the Christmas lights, build snowmen, and had a massive snowball fight. Y/N loved to see how excited Eddie got when it came to all their dates so they did everything he asked.

Next on the agenda was gingerbread houses. Y/N was slowly learning their boyfriend didn't have patience for just people.

"Dammit!" Eddie groaned, the roof of his house sliding down. His sticky fingers snatched the icing. Back for his third round of adding icing to the sides. His tongue out as he focused on pushing the pieces together.

"I saw this hack to use a glue gun." Y/N said, nonchalantly as they also tried to push the pieces together.

"You can't eat glue." Eddie said in a bored tone. His eyes still glued on the roof as he held it together for another minute.

"I know, but who really eats these?" Y/N questioned.

"Easy way out! I got this." Eddie said, a challenge to himself that Y/N knew would end in a meltdown.

Christmas music played through the small speaker Eddie had in the kitchen. Y/N's house slowly came together. Their roof stayed on and the sides stayed upright. They didn't want to go over beyond with decorations, and have it weigh down the house.

"Damnit, baby. Why does yours look like a baking competition." Eddie whined, his brown eyes in awe of the perfect gingerbread house.

"Eddie, it's just standing." Y/N laughed. They got up to make hot chocolate as Eddie continued to work on his house. They watched from the sidelines. He looked adorable. His hair was tied back, he wore a band T-shirt and loose plaid pajama pants.

His fingers bare with no rings, instead covered in icing and blotches of colors from the cheap candies.

Time clicked and Eddie finally finished. Y/N on the couch as they watched Christmas films.

"I DID IT!" Eddie cheered. He stood up proudly with a big smile.

Y/N got off the couch, walked over to see his masterpiece.

A masterpiece it was. It was standing. He had candies around the door frame and windows. Rolos on the roof. Candy canes broken apart and sprinkled along the white roof.

"You iced the whole thing?" Y/N asked, panic in their chest. They could already picture the house giving in with the amount of heavy icing. But he looked so happy they didn't say a thing.

"yeah! I wanted it to be snowy." Eddie said as he walked towards his bedroom to grab his camera.

"Pose with yours!" He said, Y/N carefully picked up their gingerbread house and smiled for the camera. The flash blinded their eyes as they softly placed down the house.

Y/N grabbed the camera and helped Eddie pick up his house. They could feel the heaviness and prayed it would stand for the picture.

"1..2...3!" Y/N counted. Their eyes looked through the camera, watching the exact moment the house began to slide.

"EDDIE!" they panicked but he saved it in time. He placed it on the table in a rush, a relief breath from his lips as he saved it from smacking the floor.

"Close one!" He joked.

But as luck would have it, the roof began to slide.

"Son of a bitch!" He groaned, pressing the roof together again. But the heaviness of the icing and his pushing made the sides crack. Within seconds the house crumpled down and broken pieces flew everywhere. The icing shot in the air, landing on his face and specks in his hair.

Pieces of the house by his feet and the rest scattered on the table.

"SMILE!" Y/N shouted, immediately taking the picture as Eddie growled.

"You're dead." Eddie threatened, but Y/N was faster. They took off and ran to the bedroom, Eddie hot on their heels as he raced after them.

"NO! SHOWER FIRST!" Y/N begged, but Eddie already tackled them onto the bed. He wiped his sticky fingers against their face and shirt. He dug his hair into their neck, the icing smearing on their skin.

"Munson!" They groaned, easily feeling all the sticky icing on their skin.

"Welp, looks like you have to shower too." Eddie winked, he grabbed their hand and easily yanked them off the bed.

"Oh look how that worked out!" Y/N mocked, they rolled their eyes as they followed Eddie into the bathroom. But couldn't help but smile at his child like actions.

"Soap me up, baby!"

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[harringtons-cupid]

Snowing all around - Eddie Munson X Fem! Reader

➻Request for @oo0lady-mad0oo from the Christmas prompt idea

➻WC. 2.1 K

➻Warnings: 18+ Kissing, choking, cunnilingus, table sex, squirting, dirty talk, creampie. u.p (use protection!)

So this idea was inspired by Love Actually

It was cold, the temperature had been dropping for over a week. Snow was forecasted as you crowded round the fire at your parents winter cabin. You had invited all your friends round for Christmas/holiday celebrations, this year money was scarse and you agreed that you wouldn't spend much money on each other.

Eddie was outside smoking with Jonathan and Argyle, as you sat with the others. They all knew about your feelings for Eddie, it wasn't exactly subtle.

As the babble of voices entered the wooden cabin, your eyes rested upon his eyes. Your cheeks flushing red as he stumbled over the rug, making you giggle at his clumsiness.

The old television was playing an assortment of Christmas movies in the background, the room had begun to warm up. Eddie and the boys sat on the sofa behind you, staring at the television as you got up and walked over to the kitchen. Purposely blocking their view, Eddie growled at the obstruction.

In the kitchen, Robin and Nancy were flirtly making cookies together. Your eyebrows raised as you rooted around in the cupboard for some hot cocoa powder, titling your head back into the room.

''Anyone want hot cocoa, get your orders in now'' your voice was loud but soft, waiting as many voices called 'yes please' in response.

They continued to babble to one another before Steve's footsteps were heard behind you, scribbled on an old receipt were an order of drinks from the living room.

Laughing lightly, you began to get to work. Steve's footsteps receded as you scooped out the powder into the cups. As the kettle boiled loudly in your ear, you didn't hear the other footsteps behind you.

Jumping at his husky voice, you turned to see Eddie was standing shoulder to shoulder with you. Blushing red instantly, you giggled as he pulled out the metal tub containing marshmallows. Your hands touching slightly as he took the spoon out from between your fingers, your stomach flipped at the touch.

It wasn't anything major but you had dreamed of Eddie being close to you.

''Do you fancy some help? I figured there was a lot for you to do'' he shrugged as he waited for you grab the milk.

His eyes met yours just as steam began rattling out of the spout, you were too distracted as he leant over you. Your faces almost touching, making you stutter for words.

''Woah, careful darling'' his arm touched your shoulder, moving you slightly as he poured the water into the cups and began to stir.

You felt giddy just by his presence, realising that you had been staring for too long. You cleared your throat and turned towards the fridge, diverting your eyes into the cool fridge to cool yourself down for a second.

Smiling back at Eddie as you shook the whipped cream bottle in your hand, the lid flew off and landed on the floor somewhere as you began to carefully placed the cream on top of the cocoa.

After doing all of them, you both stood back impressed. Shooting him that famous smile, he took two inbetween his fingers and tiptoed carefully into the living room. He followed you out the corner of his eye as your body stood behind him, passing one mug to Steve and turning to sit on the other sofa closest to the window.

Much to your surprise, Eddie followed you. Placing his mug next to yours on the coffee table, resting his feet upon them as you sat closely together on the two seater.

Everyone drank up their drinks quickly, warming up instantly. Eddie's eyes drifted between you and the television, you didn't notice as he gestured with Jonathan about you.

As you collected the empty mugs and let them drop into the sink loudly, you peered out the big patio doors. Noticing it had begun to snow again, squealing you rushed towards the coatrack. Throwing your coat and boots on, not even bothering to call the others as you rushed outside into the snow.

You collapsed into the snow, making snow angels with your body and staring up at the sky. Not minding as it sizzled against your hot cheeks, the rest of the group followed soon after.

Snow was thrown against even others coats, into hair and on faces. Snowmen were made and decorated until it began to get dark and everyone grew tired and restless.

Trapsing snow back into the warm wooden cabin, people changed into their pyjamas and rested together on the couch. You were walking down the stairs, standing in the doorway of the living room when you felt someone's body press against yours.

Gasping as they turned you around quickly, suddenly noticing that it was Eddie. Just as he leant down and kissed you, the moment your lips met. You melted into him, moving your body closer to him.

Feeling primal, a soft moan escaped your mouth as he kissed you. You had never been kissed like this before, his lips were rough against yours. Aggressive, needy as his hands began tangled in your hair.

As you pulled away, your cheeks flushed red upon remembering that everyone in the living room was staring at you both in shock. Giggling as your eyes met Eddies who winked at you, squeezing your arm before walking past you and into the room.

Leaving you standing there speechless, your finger grazed over your lips where his had just been. Thinking of the kiss over and over in your mind once more, still in shock yourself.

You heard mutterings between the boys when Eddie sat down, the sounds of palms meeting form various high fives being passed around.

Hours passed and more of the group began to drift off in their seats, Robin shook Nancy gently and they said their good nights before wandering upstairs to sleep. The others followed suit, you were tidying up when you heard footsteps against the hard floor hover behind you.

As you finished the rest of the tidying, you turned around to face Eddie. His arms were instantly on you, pushing you into his kiss. He pulled you around to the kitchen table and resting your back against the wood, moaning softly into his kiss.

His hands tugged on the lace material tying your pyjama pants around your waist, letting them fall to your ankle as his teeth gripped onto the frilly pattern of your underwear to expose your pussy. You quivered, as he stroked down your leg lifting them up to rest upon his shoulders. Moving your body further onto the table, as he knelt on the empty chair and began to play with your clit between his tongue.

You bit your lip to muffle your moans, his tongue felt so good on your clit. Your legs were shaking aggressively as he quickened his pace, his hands were gripping onto the skin of your thigh. The pain stung but it felt nice against the pleasure.

His lips pursed as he sucked hard on your clit, making you release a loud moan into the room. You gasped and covered your mouth quickly, giggling as Eddie winked at you. Dropping your head instantly again as you felt yourself cum hard against his lips, your legs shaking against the wood.

''Stay still pretty girl, we haven't finished yet'' he groaned, lifting his head up to kiss you. Pushing his tongue into your mouth so that you could taste yourself.

You sat up quickly, sitting in your own cum that was seeping into the cracks of the table. Your hands fumbled around his belt hook, listening to him sigh of relief as they fell down his ankles. His cock was hard and big in his boxers, you palmed them hard hearing him moan made you twitch.

A smirk spread against your face, as you leant back Your hands tugging on his boxers, exposing his big cock to your eyeline. You gasped, it looked even bigger than it was in his boxers.

His hands grabbing your thighs once more, pulling them as far as they could go without hurting you. You moved until you were lying lengthways on the table, his body hoovered over you before planting soft kisses on your skin, watching you shiver beneath him.

He aligned himself up with your opening, slowly entering you. Groaning as you swallowed him whole, he let you get familiar with his size before he began to thrust inside you. Your legs were resting on his shoulders once more, your body moving against the wood as his eyes stayed on yours.

''Fuck, you're taking me so well'' he groaned into the room, his eyes were full of that primal look that you saw earlier.

As the table jiggled loudly with every movement, he had quickened his pace. Your wetness filled the room, biting your lip as he continued to slide in out and out of you. Bending his back to watch, dropping your leg for a second to move your thumb and place it on your clit.

You rub it in circles, bucking your hips against his as your head moved against the wood.

“Fuck Eddie” you whined, your eyes rolling back as you clenched around his cock.

As he hit your sweet spot, you felt your body begin to shake. You groan as you release around his cock, coating you both and the table.

“God, did you just squirt?” He groaned, pushing his chest against yours.

You nodded, as you felt squirt again. He groaned into your mouth, biting down on your lips. His cock twitched inside you at the sensation, he was close.

As his nails dug into your skin getting harder with every thrust, he got closer and closer. Noticing this, you began to talk to him.

“You going to cum in me Eddie, going to fill up my pretty pussy. Huh?” You whined, staring him deeply in his eyes as you spoke.

Watching him melt by your words, speeding up at the imagine of cumming in you. Feeling him twitch inside you before he groaned loudly, emptying himself hard inside you.

Continuing to thrust until his limp cock slid right out of you, looking down at you. The moonlight glistened on your body, his hand slid up your stomach and squeezed your throat before kissing you hard.

“We should go sit outside and look at the sky” your voice was shaky, feeling nervous incase he didn’t want more.

“Sounds good, pretty girl” he smiled, helping you down from the table and back into your clothes.

He kissed your neck and shoulders, before taking your hand. You were both wrapped up warm as the cold air hit your faces, the snow crinkled beneath your feet.

Standing to face each other, holding his hands in yours. That giddy feeling overwhelmed you as you stared up at him.

“I didn’t think you knew who I was” your voice broke the silence, the night lights illuminated his features.

He was stunned for a second before bringing you closer to him.

“you? You didn’t think I knew who you were. How could I not. You are incredible” His fingers were on your chin as he gazed into your eyes.

Giggling as his lips met yours once more, you were shocked yourself. You had not realised that Eddie had thought about you this way before, you assumed he fucked girls and left them. You had never been introduced to an official girlfriend, now you understood.

''It's always been you'' his voice was soft, breaking your thoughts before kissing you again.

Snow began to fall around you as he kissed you passionately, moaning softly into your mouth.

You stayed there until you both were freezing, he hurried you inside to get warm. Leading you into your bedroom, both of you stripped quickly to avoid becoming Ill.

Cuddling together in the bed, you began to feel warmer and warmer with him next to you. His body heat kept you warm all night, awakening to the sound of commotion downstairs. The sounds of voices chattering and the smell of food being cooked.

Smiling you leant over and kissed Eddie gently, you cuddled for a while longer until your stomach growled from hunger. Changing rapidly in the cold room, you both rushed downstairs to join the rest of the group.

They were talking loudly in the kitchen, coffee was made on the side as Robin kissed Nancy over the stove. Their heads turning as both you and Eddie walked into the area, smirking at each other before turning back to you both.

Your eyes fell on the kitchen table, where food was being placed. Your eyes met Eddie's, he smirked at you as he too looked at the table. Winking at you.

''I won't tell if you won't'' his voice was sneaky and seductive as he stood over you. His breath hit your ear as he stared ahead at the table where Steve was munching away.

[eddiemunsons80sbaby]

Let's Get Baked

Pairing: EddieMunsonxReader

Summary: You were supposed to be baking cookies but Eddie has other ideas.

18+ Only

You grabbed the mixing bowls from the cupboard and set them on the counter. Glancing over your grandma's Christmas cut out cookie recipe, you began to gather all of the ingredients you'd just bought at the story yesterday, adding them to the collection. 

"Eddie!" you yelled. "What is taking so long? You promised we could bake cookies today!"

"I'll be right there!" he called back.

You and Eddie were spending your first Christmas together. You had moved in together about two months ago after six months of dating and you wanted this Christmas to be really special. He always made you feel special. Everything about being with him was special. You knew his holidays had never been a big deal and you wanted to make this Christmas the best of his life because the last eight months with him had been the best of your life. 

You had created a little Christmas checklist of all the things you wanted to do, the things that had made Christmas so magical when you were a child. You guys had already drove around to find Christmas lights and visited Santa. Eddie had looked at you like you were nuts but he had went along, even sitting on Santa's knee and telling him about the new amp he really wanted for Christmas. You glanced over at the counter and smiled at the picture of the two of you, beaming, with Santa in the middle.

The bedroom door swung open and Eddie stood, arching his back, sliding his hand up the frame with a grin as he asked, "So, what do you think?"

You couldn't help but laugh as you took in the sight before you. Eddie stood, in absolutely nothing, but an apron. On the front of the apron were the words, 'Let's Get Baked.' You laugh died in your throat as he wiggled his eyebrows and began to move toward you. That familiar heat began to build in your core, the heat that always arose at the sight of Eddie's lustful gaze. You knew exactly what he wanted and cookies might just have to wait because your ability to resist him...well, it didn't exist.

"Eddie, you promised we were going to bake cookies," you say hopelessly, knowing the moment he made a move, you were done for. You couldn't deny this man anything. He has brought you to heights of pleasure you never knew possible. Eight months in and your desire for him had only intensified with time.

"We are," he said with a smirk, his lips pooching out in that delicious way and all you wanted to do was pull them into your mouth. He moved over to the counter and grabbed a mixing bowl, looking down at the recipe. Your stomach coiled tight at the sight of his bare ass, those lean muscles along his shoulders, the dimple at the base of his back, hanging out the back of the apron. "Okay, we need two eggs and four cups of flour." He wiggled a bit, looking over his shoulder at you, smirking. "Is that right?"

"Uh-huh..." you manage, nodding, not at all sure if he was right or not but not caring. All you wanted to do was push him on the counter and ride him until you couldn't feel your legs anymore. 

"Hmm...I might need your help baby," he muttered, looking at the recipe. "I can't read your writing here. What does this say?"

You move forward, looking down at the cookbook, "What do you mean you can't read that? It clearly says..."

Your voice cuts off as he slides up behind you, pressing you against the counter, his very obvious erection poking against your ass. His hand reached to brush your hair away from your neck, his lips pressing against skin, and you sigh, melting back into him. 

"We need sugar, right?" he whispers, his hands sliding onto the counter, caging you in as he grabs the measuring cup and the sugar. He scoops out two cups and adds them to the mixing bowl as he presses his hips against your ass, his teeth gently nipping at the skin between your neck and shoulder. 

"Eddie..." you sigh.

"Yes sweetheart?" he murmurs, his hand sliding under the hem of your shirt. He begins tracing his fingers along the top of your leggings as his other hand grips your neck, turning your head to the side, his tongue following the path of the artery in your neck. 

"Jesus," you mutter. "Eddie, please."

"I thought you wanted to bake cookies," he rumbles into your ear, pulling your earlobe between his teeth. 

"Fuck the cookies," you state, twisting in his arms so you're facing him. You grab his face and pull it down to yours, devouring his lips with your own. You suck on his lower lip, just like you've been wanting to since he pouted those luscious lips at you. Your hands tangle through his hair, those beautiful waves that you love so much. 

"Yeah, fuck the cookies," he growls, sweeping his arm out and all the things on the counter clatter to the floor. He pulls your shirt over your head, his mouth falling upon your breasts as if he is a man, starving. 

"Baby..." you sigh, your head falling back, the feel of his mouth on your skin sending you to the very edges of the endless abyss that is your lust for him. 

His mouth continues to lavish your breasts, his tongue and teeth teasing your nipples as his thumbs hook into the waistband of your leggings. He falls to his knees, slowly sliding your leggings down over your hips, pressing kisses to each piece of flesh as he gradually reveals it. He is moving so slowly that is torturously delicious, leaving you desperate for the release you know will come because your man always follows through. 

Eddie's lips begin following the same path in the opposite direction, pressing kisses to your shins, your knees, your thighs. He presses his mouth against your panties, letting out a slow breath, the heat sending shivers down your spine but his lips leave as quickly as they arrived. They press open mouth kisses to your stomach, trailing between your breasts, along your collarbone and neck. 

His hands grip your hips and in one swift movement, he lifts you up and props you on the edge of the kitchen table. Offering you a wicked grin, he once again drops to his knees, raising your legs and placing them so your knees hook over his shoulders. 

"Well, I might not be getting cookies, but I'm getting something even sweeter," Eddie purred, his finger tracing down your folds and your back arched up at his slightest touch. He began kissing your inner thighs as his thumb made slow, gentle circles around your clit. You lifted your hips, trying to press them closer, a whimper escaping. You needed more. "What's wrong sweetheart?" You could hear the pleasure in his voice. Eddie loved teasing you, forcing you to tell him what you needed. "Come on baby," he purred, kissing just next to where you needed him but not quite. "Tell me what you need."

"I need more," you plead, rolling your hips toward him. "Eddie, don't tease me. Don't be gentle. Make me feel you."

"That's my girl," he murmurs and then he is pressing two fingers inside of you as his lips wrap around your clit. You moan, arching up, pressing yourself against his face. It is a combination of sweet relief and agonizing need to finally have him exactly where you need him. His fingers press against your walls, twisting until you cry out. "There it is," he rumbles and the vibrations against your clit cause your eyes to roll into the back of your head. 

"Eddie...Jesus Christ, that feels so good," you groan, your hand diving into his hair, gripping it tightly as you grind yourself against his face. "Right there baby...oh shit...oh my god..." You tug on his hair and earn a surprised growl and the sounds you get him to make are just so damn satisfying.

His other hand travels along your stomach to cup your breast, his thumb dancing across your nipple. His fingers continue to move within you, his tongue tracing shapes and letters just around your clit. Just as your body begins to shake with the beginnings of your orgasm, his mouth is gone. 

"I want to see your face when you come, baby. You look so perfect like this, all splayed out for me like a delicious feast. I want to watch you," he murmurs, his lips next to your ear. His thumb has replaced his tongue, working your clit, as his fingers continue pressing just where you need them within you. You open your eyes to find him gazing directly at you. With other guys, this would have made you uncomfortable, ruined the moment but with Eddie, is just makes everything more intimate and intense. "That's it my beautiful girl. Let go for me."

You scream his name as your orgasm crashes over you. His fingers never stop, working you through the waves of pleasure. Your back bends off the table as you finally crest over the peak and begin to come back down. Shaking like a leaf, you collapse backward. His forehead is pressed against yours as his fingers slip from inside you. You watch as he brings them to his mouth, licking the evidence of your pleasure from them and you can already feel yourself stirring to desire again. 

"Goddamn, you are the sweetest thing," he whispers, his lips crashing down upon yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close until there is not an inch of your skin that is not touching his. 

He grips his cock from under the apron, guiding it to your entrance. He slides it along your folds, swirling the tip around your clit, teasing you once again. You've had enough teasing. You need him inside you. You wrap your legs tighter, pulling him into you and he moans your name, his hands hitting the table on either side of you as your walls envelop his length. 

"Fuck..." he rumbles, his hips beginning to move, rolling in a slow pace. "Fuck baby, you feel so goddamn good."

You whimper, bucking your hips toward him faster, needing more. You want him to stop being so goddamn gentle with you and just take you, own you, fuck you until you can't see anything anymore. 

"Words baby," he reminds with a knowing grin. "Use your words and tell me what you need. You know I'll give you anything you want but you have to tell me, angel."

"I want you to fuck me," you groan. "I need it harder baby, faster..."

"Such a good girl with such a dirty little mouth. My pleasure," he rumbles and then his hips are slamming against yours as he drives into you again and again. He raises your legs, propping both of them on his shoulders, this new angle allowing him to reach entirely new depths within you. 

"Fuck yes!" you cry, your hands gripping the edges of the table until your knuckles turn white. That tightening within your stomach is returning. 

Suddenly, Eddie pulls out of you. He grabs you and turns you around, his hand pressing down on your back so you're draped over the tabletop. He nudges your legs apart and just as quickly as he pulled out, he is driving into you again. His hand grips your hair this time, tugging on it and you whimper at the delicious sting it causes along your scalp. 

"Oh shit baby..." Eddie rumbles, his other hand gripping your neck as he presses his chest against your back. "I'm so close."

You press your hips against him as his come forward, meeting his thrusts each time. His hands grip both your breasts, his entire body pressed against you. The table has moved so far across the floor that you're not even laying on it anymore, simply gripping the edge to keep yourself upright. 

"Oh fuck! Eddie!" you cry out as you crest that peak once again. Every muscle in your body tenses before turning to goo and you fear you will fall to the ground but at that moment, Eddie hits his peak as well. He holds onto you as he continues to thrust through each twitch of his cock. As his climax subsides, he slides to the floor, gently taking you with him. 

You sigh softly, unsure if you're going to be able to move. Turning your head, you glance at him and begin to laugh. 

"It's not very nice to laugh at a man after sex, princess," he says. "You might give me a complex."

"No," you giggle, pointing. 

"What?"

"You landed in all the flour you knocked to the floor."

His hair is completely coated in flour, white powder coating every single strand and it's all over his new apron he bought himself. Eddie reaches up and winds up wiping flour all over his nose and cheeks. He splutters as it falls on his eyes and you laugh so hard, you have to clutch your stomach.

"Oh, this is funny, huh?" he asks and you nod. Suddenly, he's pulled you against him, shaking his hair and rubbing his face all over yours. "There. Now we at least look like we baked cookies."

You have to admit, your Christmas traditions are very important to you but you wouldn't mind if this was how you baked Christmas cookies from now on. 

[jqmunson]

Eddie the Christmas reindeer

🦌🎄 ❄️

JQMunson's 12 days till Eds-Mas

(4/12)

[msgexymunson]

Christmas With Eddie

Description: you spend your first Christmas with Eddie, and manage to make him feel the magic of the holidays again.

Warnings: Nothing really, just fluff, fem! implied reader, Xmas celebrations

A/N: Just a cute little fluff piece to celebrate your first Christmas with Eddie! Merry Christmas Everybody! If you enjoy it, please comment and reblog, it'll make my day (and it would be a lovely Xmas gift!) ❤💋❤

1.3k Words

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Eddie has always hated the holidays. It was too cold for starters. Never having much at home, he never got a proper winter coat, and the holidays just seemed that little extra bitter without one. He remembers his middle school days; dragging his feet home in his year round jacket from good will, trying to stuff his hands as deep as he could into the worn pockets, attempting to excavate long lost warmth.

The TV adverts were torture on top of the cold. There's the perfect family, they seemed to say, mom, dad, two kids and a dog. Happily ever after. There was never an advert with some poor kid with an uncle for a dad, pinching pennies in a trailer park, living off of canned goods and food stamps.

It didn't matter when he grew, when he earned money from illegitimate means for himself. The holidays always had that sour edge to them, like an unripened orange. Bitter rind soft against his impoverished tongue. They weren't meant for him.

And then there was you. Eddie knew from the moment he met you that you were too good for him; too nice, too pure. He knew that this was a temporary thing; some sort of short-term madness that he was lucky enough to be a part of.

These thoughts invaded his mind when he caught up to you. He couldn't help but chuckle in the middle of the mall, eyes sparkling like the inside of a Christmas ornament. You are giggling obscenely, turning over every single snow globe you could find. There were a lot.

"Eddie, look! There's so many!" You giggle and bounce on the spot, unable to contain yourself.

"Yeah I see baby, having fun?"

Your eyes flicker back to his, pure sugar plum fairy dreams rattling around your skull.

Eddie feels a fire reigniting in his chest; a longing he hasn't felt since his mother was alive.

Failing to notice, the whites of your eyes reflect coloured fairy lights, enchanted with magic and love.

"Look at the grotto Eddie!! Oh my God, it's perfect!" You point, magic in the air expelling through your excited fervour.

Eddie laughs, following your finger. Excited children gather at the edge of the grotto, lining up to see Santa Claus.

"Look! It's so cute!" You beam, reviewing the line of wide eyed youngsters in your wake.

"You think they'd let me in?" You tilt your head to the side, pondering.

"I think you might be a little big princess." Eddie laughs, rubbing your arm in consolation.

"Hmm. No fair. I wanna see Santa."

"Well, how's about we go home and you sit on my lap instead?" Eddie smirks, tilting your chin up to meet him. You grin right back, arms thrown around his neck, pulling him in for a sweet kiss.

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It's Christmas Eve, and Eddie's pulling up to the trailer, expecting it to be dark and cold, since Wayne liked to pull extra hours for double pay at the plant; but to his surprise there are coloured lights in the windows. Intrigued, he walks into the living room, and sees you bouncing on your heels, in a little elf dress and hat, beaming like the rays of the sun.

Eddie and Wayne had a Christmas tree, of sorts. Just some little thing sparsely covered in cheap baubles and a few homemade decorations from when Eddie was a kid. It was still up, and the wonky stars and macaroni angel were still on it, but they had been joined by some new ornaments. Plus there was tinsel. A lot of tinsel. It surrounded the TV and the door frame, as well as hanging from the ceiling. Coloured bulbs shone everywhere, refracting the glitter, making Eddie feel like he was in the inside of a disco ball.

"Princess, it looks like Christmas threw up in here." He laughs. Eddie's stunned to say the least. No ones made the trailer look like this before. No ones cared enough.

"I know right! I asked your uncle and he said 'go ham sweetheart,'" you say back at Eddie, putting on your Wayne impression, complete with gruff voice and frowny face. Eddie chuckles. It's pretty spot on.

"You didn't have to do this you know."

"Oh I know. I just, wanted you to feel special. Plus I thought we could do gifts tonight, if you're ready?"

"Yeah if you want," Eddie flushes. "They aren't very expensive or anything."

You frown at him, eyes glassy. "Baby, it doesn't matter what they cost, they're from you. I know I'll love them."

Eddie's heart swells at your words. He wonders what you see in him, how he could have possibly gotten this lucky to call you his girlfriend. It's like everything you touch is pure magic.

He leads you to his bedroom and barks out a laugh when he gets there. You had been in here too, but the fairy lights around his desk and bed were red, and you'd managed to scrounge some black tinsel from somewhere.

"Princess I love it. Fuckin metal."

"Yeah, I thought this was more you."

Reaching to the side of the bed, you pull out a gift bag.

"Here you go baby. Merry Christmas!"

Eddie rips the bag open unceremoniously, tearing at the tissue paper inside. Out flops a matt black jewellery box. He flips it open. Inside is a silver ring; a skull, but the top of the skull turns to silver flames. Eddie is shocked.

"Sweetheart, it's too much, I-"

You wave your arms, "nope, nope. You deserve it. Just accept it. I wanted to give it to you. There's something else, look in the tissue paper."

Eddie, already reeling from the gift of the ring, looks inside the wrapping to discover another paper wrapped present. He tears it open, revealing a beautiful dice set. There's a red, dragon like eye set in the middle of each one.

"I thought- well, it was kinda like the eye of Sauron, kinda fitting for a DM, you know? All seeing?" Nerves rack your voice.

"Sweetheart, they are perfect. You're perfect." He reaches out to envelop the back of your head with his large palm, pulling you in for a soft kiss.

Eddie doesn't know how to tell you you've turned his heart inside out, and teared all his barriers down as easily as confetti.

"Here's yours princess. Sorry, I'm not great at wrapping." He thrusts a lumpy parcel into your hands, hastily added bow sitting lopsided on the top.

You rip the paper carefully to reveal the perfume you and Eddie both loved that time you visited the Mall together and nearly got thrown out by security. You giggle at the memory.

Immediately opening the box, you spray the scent on and inhale deeply.

"Oh I love it Eddie, thank you!" You peck him on the lips.

"There's, a couple more." He gestures to the parcel, cheeks flushing red.

You investigate further, and discover a mix tape, as well as an envelope. Curiously, you unseal it and look inside. It's a painted picture of what looks like your D & D character. A beautiful elven ranger, all leather and fur, with a gorgeous bow, a quiver on her back and a strength in her eye.

"Oh baby, I cant even- I'm so speechless. Its incredible! Thank you!" You throw your arms nearly violently around his neck, pushing him flat on his back.

"Thank you so much Eddie." You kiss his nose, and meet his eyes.

"No, thank you." Eddie's eyes are full with love.

Eddie has always hated the holidays. He is currently struggling to remember why. Eddie loves the holidays, now that he's with you.

This is just a gift to some lovely people. I hope you enjoy it. Happy Holidays!

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