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mysticmunson · 2 years
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first base; eddie munson
prompt: going steady with eddie munson meant a lot of thing, but you couldn't have guessed his version of first base.
word count: 1.8k
warnings: perverted, filming sex, teasing including name-calling, domination and submission, fuck machines, let me know if i missed anything :)
an: sooooo this was written in one sitting after seeing the amazing @mypoisonedvine drabble, and it's a top tier kink for me so i figured i'd take a stab at it :p feedback is always appreciated
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“You want me to do what?”
Going steady with Eddie Munson meant a lot of things. It included going to his band's concerts, learning more about Dungeons and Dragons than you ever thought you would, and dealing with his outlandish personality. All these things made you like him even more.
The decision to take it slow wasn’t a vocalized one, but you guys had been together for about 3 months and hadn’t had sex yet, with a lot of just making out and fondling that lead to frustration on each end. 
While you knew Eddie had a bit of a perverted mind, you had come across his stash of magazine cut outs and a few pornos, but this wasn’t something you were expecting, not opposed to though.
“Does that sound fun to you or…” He questioned, sitting on the bed, fiddling with a packet of cigarettes. You stood still as the question rang through for a moment, “Was wondering if I could tie you up and toy fuck you, maybe even film it?”
It was almost like he thought you wouldn’t hear despite being a mere foot away, but you couldn’t lie, the thought was enticing. 
“Okay.”
A twisted grin decorated his face as he stood, grabbing you to push you on the bed. You watched as he grabbed the pair of handcuffs from his wall, whistling absentmindedly as he opened his closet pulling out an odd machine with a dildo attached.
“Don’t even worry about it, this is like my version of first base.” He beamed, but you rolled his eyes at his comment, in what world would this be first base.
“Eddie! What the-” The words fell off as you sat up, shocked at his gadget that he was positioning at the end of the bed, “Where did you even get this?”
“I got real bored in shop class.” He remarked, watching you wince against his sheets, licking his lips already.
“You’re such a perv.” You whispered, his hand coming to your head to lean back, planting a sloppy kiss on your forehead.
“But I’m your perv.” 
Once he helped get your clothes off, the first time fully seeing you naked, he groaned. You laid on the bed as he put cuffs on your hands to his bed frame, stretching you out. Your body was on fire with nerves at this exposure still foreign to your relationship, but even he could see how wet you were getting. 
“Be a good girl and I won’t have to tie your feet down.” He taunted, grasping his new video camera with his left hand, sauntering towards you. You remembered how excited he was to get that, had he been planning this for a while?
His eyes turned soft as his face went closer to yours, kissing you gently, “Let me know if it’s too much, okay? Say the word ‘grapefruit’.”
You nodded, giving him one last peck before he stood up straight, strutting to the end of his mattress. You were all spread for him, the plastic cock just a few centimeters from your wet pussy, he was a bit jealous the material object was getting some before he did. 
His finger flicked the machine on, beginning with long and slow strokes, a gasp falling from your mouth at the intrusion. The camera beeped as he turned it on, focusing on where you connected to his old project. 
“You’re fucking dripping already, look at that.” He gawked, seeing how the toy shined when it would leave you. You whimpered at his words, forcing your eyes open to watch the fully clothed man shove the lens near you.
He backed up, using his right hand to turn it up a notch, watching it bounce faster. He smirked at your already withering demeanor. You were always put together around everyone, but he knew by the end of this, you wouldn’t have an ounce of composure.
“Such a good girl for me, hm? Letting me play with you before we even have sex?” He cooed, trailing the recorder up your frame before he cupped your cheek. You attempted to look away from the red light, but he kept his palm firm.
“Tell me, sweetheart. What does it feel like?” He interrogated, hand leaving your face to palm the growing erection under his jeans. The toy was then upped a notch by Eddie, camera still near your face as you inhaled sharply.
“It feels good, thank you.” You stuttered as it hit your deepest point with a loud moan. He went back to the foot of the bed, turning it up again as you whined, feeling your legs jitter. You could feel his gaze on you along with the silver camera, documenting your every move. 
You threw your head back as the plastic tip prodded at a certain angle, wetness trailing down your lips. His finger danced across your navel before combing through your tuft of hair, yanking gently to make you jolt. He laughed at your reaction, pulling on the coarse hair again to hear your pained whine.
“Look at that cunt, you’re taking it so well. Almost want a taste.” He declared, using his free hand to push your thighs further apart, feet planted on the opposite sides of his lower mattress. 
“Please” You begged, clit throbbing at the idea of his mouth anywhere near you. You had spent night after night imagining Eddie destroying you to tears, fucking you gently then hard, but you couldn’t have guessed that the little pervert wanted to see you fucked by a dildo first.
“Is that what you want? Want my mouth?” He was met with a drawn out cry before inching closer, stopping right above your throbbing bud. He breathed hot air onto it, making you shiver with anticipation and tug at the metal holding your hands up. 
He put his tongue flat against where you needed him most, holding the camera at an awkward placement to get your face in frame as you weeped tearlessly. Managing to reach his other hand beside him, he turned it up two more notches, pulling away to see it thrusting in and out at an intense speed. 
He sucked your bundle of nerves, letting his spit help him glide across the already silky skin. The toy occasionally grazed his skin as he adjusted his mouth, making him wish he had extra hands to stroke his cock at the sight.
He rose to watch you convulse, giving an insincere pout as he watched your hip flick up in the air. 
“You still need your clit played with, baby?” He cooed without an ounce of compassion, just pure arrogance as he watched your eyes haze with need. You nodded quickly, spreading your legs even further by bending them at the knees. 
Mimicking your moan as he rubbed your clit, exaggerating his face to further embarrass you, shoving the camera closer to your flushed face. 
“You’re so greedy, you can’t just accept getting fucked, can you?” He taunted, keeping his fingers at the same speed as the toy, the coil in your lower stomach blossoming. The way he was speaking to you should have made you angry, but it only made you more soaked.
He pulled his fingers up and slid them in your mouth, watching you suck them. He moaned, the same hand going to palm himself through his pants again. 
“Eddie.” You cried, watching himself grasp his cock made your mouth water, which didn’t go unnoticed.
“Awe, you wanna see my dick?” He teased, unbuckling with one hand and shoving his pants down. Once his length was in your sight, your back arched as you got closer. 
It bobbed against him as he turned up the device again, making your orgasm feel on the tip of your tongue. You began babbling incoherent pleas as he stroked himself, watching the precum gather at his tip.
He walked to you wordlessly and spat in your mouth, “Are you gonna come, all because I’m jerking off? You’re so pathetic, tell the camera, tell it how you're just a pathetic slut.” He commanded, shoving it in your face as you forced your eyes to stay open.
“I’m a pathetic slut, I’m a pathetic slut.” You quivered, body shaking as you approached your finish. Your mind began to get cloudy as it cusped, but you yelled as he turned it up even higher. You could hear his laughter at your distraught state, making you finally orgasm. But it felt different, it was more wet than you had ever experienced on your own. 
He set the device upon the machine, getting your whole body into frame
“Look at you,” He growled, yanking your hair up so you looked into the lens, “You fucking soaked my bedsheets, squirted, all cause you’re such a whore who can’t control herself. I do something nice and you do this.” 
You wept as the speed maintained its intense pace, the lewd noise of the fake balls hitting your soaked skin filled the room. He reached his hand down to smack your clit, watching as your release shot up at the friction. 
“What? Can you not handle it?” He scoffed, grinning nonetheless as he saw tears come down your cheeks, “Awe, crying about it? Just a dumb baby?”
You agreed, aches cascading against your frame at the overstimulation, “I’m a dumb baby.”
Pleased by your response, he stood again, backing out of the frame and getting off. He bit his lip as you squirmed from pleasure and pain, he felt his own finish reaching, making him pause. He glanced at your swollen cunt, watching it clench, knowing you were almost there.
“Alright, pretty girl, let it out.” He encouraged, turning the knob up all the way as you screamed, chest heaving at the pace. He quickened the hand on his cock, mimicking the intensity he was witnessing, muttering random words. 
The band snapped as white ropes covered his hand with a moan making you finish again while bawling, seeing his release slip to the floor. Taking a moment to clear his brain, he was snapped out by your yelp. He shut off the camera and then the machine, pulling you off and placing you in his lap. 
Sitting across, he tucked you in his chest and rocked you with soft hushing. Your body buzzed with the aftershocks, feeling so empty after being so full. 
“You did so good, I’m so proud of you.” He praised, stroking your hair as you thanked him, looking up to kiss him. 
Remaining seated until you calmed down, he eventually got you dressed and put all his equipment away. You insisted you could walk, but he carried you to the couch to rest while he changed the sheets.
“I didn’t even know I could do that.” You divulged while he placed the soaked bedding in the washer, he smirked and slammed the door shut to start it.
“I’m just that good.” He boasted, flopping next to you and pulling you in his lap. 
“You’re still a perv though.”
“Yeah, but I’m your perv.”
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fuckmymunson · 1 year
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eddie munson loves when his girl rides his face i will stand by that forever!!!
HE ABSOLUTELY DOES, HE IS THE BEST PUSSY EATER AND YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE! It's canon I already sat on his face 🙄👍🏻.
18+ as usual! So minors stay away or ill bite your knees... This is longer than intended but… idgaf imma eat my crepes rn bye lol I'm a whore.
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This man was made to eat pussy, like it's that one secret talent everyone apparently has; cooking? Not his gig, writing? If designing campaigns counts sure, but probably it doesn't, fishing? He can't catch shit, dude… but professional pussy eating? That's right under his belt.
Had a rough day at work/school? Don't worry, just hop on and take a ride.
Feel stressed after a long week? Hold on, boyfriend Eddie it's on his way!
But, he will always prioritize your feelings before going straight to business. Eddie will hold your hand as he listens to you, he will nod every now and then to let you know you still have his complete attention, and even will rub your back soothingly if your ranting becomes too heated.
He will run a shower for you, wait for you patiently reading a comic or boiling some water for your tea, or coffee if that's what you prefer.
He will even dress you if you allow him. This man is on his entirety devoted to you.
Once he sees you are all relaxed, smiling and giggling, he will without any questions drag you to his room (or yours, or even his van, or an empty classroom, anywhere!), he will kiss you as if his life depends on it and shower you with affection.
Eddie's kisses are loving and passionate. Yes, he will kiss you with his soul every time but when he's a man with a mission (and that mission it's you using his face as a chair), he is a true gentleman. He kisses your lips, your nose, your cheeks, your neck, down to your shoulders as he undresses you.
He will settle between your legs, his thumbs tracing your thighs and pulling down your bottoms along with your underwear. Eddie kisses your neck and bites it softly, rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb and using his other hand to pinch your nipple lightly. He's been hard since he met you but this isn't about him at the moment, he wants to make you feel good.
"I know just the thing to cheer you up" He whispers against your neck, tracing his tongue over a purplish hickey.
"Yeah?" You ask breathlessly and his cock twitches at the sound of your sweet, worked up voice. He nods and slides a finger inside you, biting his lip to prevent a moan at the wonderful sensation of your pussy engulfing his digit.
"Sit on my face, gorgeous. Ride me" He practically begs, whiny and needy. His requests makes you moan and clench around him.
Eddie sometimes (always) thinks he definitely won the lottery with you.
"Let me treat you, my lady" He teases as you straddle his face, he squeezes your ass and basically roams anywhere his rough hands can reach.
"Shut up" You laugh and do your best to find a proper leverage.
"Make me" Eddie bites back, making you quirk an eyebrow at his challenge.
"Okay"
And with that, you lower under him, successfully shutting him up by rubbing your wet pussy against his face.
Eddie dives in, eating you like a starved bastard. He moans at the very first taste, holding on your thighs for dear life as he flicks your clit with his tongue. He will pant and whine when your hand comes down to yank and pull his curls, promptly riding his face.
His half-lidded, chocolates brown, pretty doe eyes will look you from underneath as if you were a goddess, and honestly? To him you are. And he is a blessed man for eating this heavenly pussy.
Eddie will fuck you with his tongue as his nose touches your clit. His eyes will roll to the back of his head every time you moan his name and ask him for more— To which, come on; Eddie is a pleaser, that boy is a real pussy pleaser. He will lap you and he will make the most obscene and sinful sounds when he eats you out. His favorite head? Sloppy, with long tongue slides and when his face ends up all drenched and slippery with your slick and his saliva.
So by the time you cum all over his face, he will be pussydrunk, he will be a whining mess, his pijama shorts have a wet stain and he is so hard it literally hurts.
He will nods eagerly when you cum, basically sobbing your name back as he presses you even closer to his face, because he will be damned if he misses a single drop of you.
Eddie could die between your thighs <3.
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whysodelirious08 · 9 months
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You Really Got Me - Virgin!Eddie x FemBestfriend! Reader
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18+ MINORS DNI. SPICY FIC!
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I hope you enjoy~
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Honestly speaking, real honest, this wasn't how you imagined you'd be spending your Friday night. Not at some lousy party, not in the bathroom at some lousy party. Not with your hand gently squeezing the rock-hard cock of one Eddie Munson, at some lousy party.
Your friend. Your well-known friend. Eddie Munson. Jesus fuck, you would have missed out on this if you hadn't picked up the phone.
Eddie's jeans and boxers barely pulled down past his balls, his pink tip was already leaking a pretty pearl of pre-cum. You licked your lips, you wanted nothing more than to take him in your trained mouth but you were still partially recovering from the words that had blurted out his mouth moments before.
"I'm a virgin-" he had yelped when you had suggested he fuck you over the sink. A little drunk but more conscious by the moment after those words. You were stunned, you didn't believe him until now, not until you were watching him unfold at your very touch. And you had just started.
He had gotten hard. Rock-fucking-hard at your little skin-tight outfit. It hugged you just right.
He had always been so flirty with you in the most subtle and sexily smooth way that it had never, ever, occurred to you that he'd never fucked anyone before. Perhaps, late at night, in the early hours, he practiced what he'd say, imagine the things he'd do to you, how he would do those things. Perfected them. Just so he could tell you all those flirty things without falling apart. The very thought had you squeezing your thighs together as you kneeled below him.
"You okay down there, Sweetheart...?" His voice was worried, a little out of breath but mostly quiet. A sharp inhale was audible as you looked to meet his gaze, you nodded quickly and let your features soften as your hand slid down to the base of cock, inching forward a little to where you knew he could feel your breaths on his sensitive tip.
"Just relax Eddie, I'll be gentle. Slow. If you wanna stop just tell me" you reassured the worried man whose fear lingered in his eyes. You made no other movements until you got approval which came in the form of nodding. You were rather impatient in this moment but you didn't want Eddie to be uncomfortable in any way.
Despite the painfully loud music and the smell of cheap alcohol and cigarettes, you could push that from your mind while you were on your knees for a guy you've had a crush on for the last year. Sort of. You'd always found him attractive but didn't know you had feelings for him. You'd never dated, never cared for guys but sure you'd hooked up with people. That was about it.
You watched as Eddie braced himself, holding onto the sink behind him for support as the flat of your tongue oh-so-gently glided over his tip, finally catching the pre-cum that had caught your attention. Your eyes barely left Eddie's face, you were desperate to see his reaction and it didn't disappoint, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows knitted together, and his jaw clamped shut as a tiny, needy whimper slipped out. You could see how his hands were tightly clutching the edge of the sink as you swirled your tongue, the clink of his rings against the ceramic was barely noticeable but still, the sound drew your attention to how his ring-covered fingers would feel against your skin. Nipping your thighs as he dragged his hands down to part your legs. You were becoming lost in your thoughts. In your fantasies. A hand brought you back to your current actions, his hand. Clutching your hair so gently, it seemed he was restraining from being too rough.
You slowly, tauntingly, took all of him and let him sit in the deepest part of your throat for a moment before you pulled all the way off him, his throbbing cock secured by your hand. Eddie's shy voice turned into a groan, clearly disliking the sudden lack of contact as his tip leaned against your bottom lip.
"Come on, eds. Don't tell me your close already? I've just started" You teased softly, giving his thigh a squeeze with your free hand. He managed to get out an answer, just barely.
"I can't help it. It's not like anyone has done this-" he interrupted himself with part gasp part groan as you locked your lips onto his cock again, taking all of him only to pull almost all the way off and repeated it a few times, just to see him melt, to see that pathetic expression that made your insides twist. His ragged breathing was loud to your ears, you could just tell he was inching closer, practically begging you as his grip on your hair tightened, slightly pushing your head toward him though you didn't submit to his wants.
You pulled off and wiped your mouth as you moved to stand, purposefully pressing your body against Eddie's as you moved up from the ground just to make sure your clothes rubbed against Eddie's dick.
"Eddie, don't force someone onto your cock. Got it? I'm in control here. Perhaps I should just edge you some more and make you wait?" You asked as your lips met his neck, nipping at his skin while your hand slid down between your two bodies just to slowly stroke the man's cock, keeping him somewhat entertained while you waited for a response. A quick shake of his head confirmed that he wasn't in the mood to keep waiting.
"Good boy~" you smirked
Your hand moved faster, slowly but surely picking up your pace though you slowed as you knelt again quickly taking him into your mouth again as you started to feel his cock twitch, you used your mouth to finish the job as you held onto his thigh to stabilise yourself while your free hand cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze which earned a load moan, at this point the people outside could surely hear the moans. The slurping noises. The erotic, dirty noises.
Despite your earlier warning Eddie pulled you into him by your hair, your nose pressed firming into his messy bush. A loud moan not restrained released from the depths of Eddie's chest, his head flung back as his curls fell out of the way of his neck, revealing his hickies but only you had noticed how Steve had flung the door open and stood shocked to see the scene, just as you felt Eddie's seed slid down your throat.
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eashmo · 5 months
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-Scream Queen - 18+
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Warnings: Smut, small knife play, Teratophilia i guess, friends to lovers.
A/N: pretend that scream came out in 1980 and not in the 90s. Also happy halloween ya filthy animals.
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1984
Tonight was Halloween,which happens to be one of my most favorite holidays. but instead of getting dressed up and going out to get shit faced drunk with Steve and Nancy at Tina's party, I was chilling at home, all by myself, my little brother was with Dustin and the rest of the boys and my best friend was doing business at the halloween parties that are happening around town. so, here I was. watching the horror classics and my most favorite movie, which was Scream. There was something about ghostface that made me tingle. i was in the kitchen getting some snacks together when there was a thump on the top floor. 
"the hell was that?" 
My house phone began to ring. 
"hello?"
"y/n!” Mrs. Wheeler.
"Oh hey, Mrs Wheeler, how are you?"
"I'm doing great darling, I was calling because Y/B/N just asked if he could stay over, I told him it was alright but I wanted to make sure it was alright with your parents."
"Well, they are out of town, but I don't mind that he stays over. He loves your house more than ours, especially if it involves D&D." we both chuckled at that and said our goodbyes. 
There was a loud crash which sounded like it came from my room.
“It better not be carver and his fucking goons” I walked up the stairs, i'm really not in the mood to deal with their shit. Last year they decided to toilet paper my entire front yard. They like to torment us misfits of this town. Thinking they are better than everyone because they have money and such. 
when I came into my room and the first thing I saw made my heart drop. My window was wide open, and my bedside lamp was knocked over. I don't know if I was getting goosebumps from the cold autumn chill flowing through my small room, or I was making myself paranoid to actually think Jason is going a little overboard. my  heart was pounding hard, leaning out of my window i saw no sign of jason and his friends only kids that were going door to door, my brother and his friends cleaned out our stash of candy before other kids in the neighborhood could get to it so i didn't bother leaving the front porch light on to indicate that the house had candy. 
I huffed and slammed the window shut. I was about to turn around until a leather gloved hand clasped over my mouth, I let out a muffled scream.
“Curiosity killed the cat, darlin." A dark, deep voice disguised with a voice changer whispered into my ear, sending chills up and down my spine. I felt a long piece of metal make contact with my throat. It was most definitely a knife. I started to struggle against the mysterious person's hold. His hand slipped off my mouth.
“Jason i swear to god you are crossing the line this year!”
"Shut up, or I'll slit your pretty little throat, and I'm not that asshole." he said, then began to chuckle deeply when he realized I relaxed against his hold when he told me he wasn't jason. But I soon went stiff again when the man began to pull me backward from the window. He quickly spins me around. his attire. was dirty, beat up white Reeboks, black ripped jeans, a leather jacket paired with the infamous white ghost face mask. The mysterious man smelled of weed and cigarettes  which was an all to familiar smell to me. so i played along.
"So what do you want?" I snapped. 
 “You've always been so feisty” he let out a low chuckle. He used the tip of the knife to trace my collar bone gently. “I just wanna play with you before I kill you."
“Is that so, Mr. Ghostface?” I smirked. He pressed the knife harder into my skin, causing a small cut to appear, and a single stream of blood began to flow. This caused me to moan softly. 
"Hm you're a little horror slut aren't you" he lifted my chin with the knife, i wished i could see his face that was hidden under the mask.
"My my, you are a pretty looking thing. Wearing nothing but panties and a thin tank top” he commented as his free hand found my throat. 
“Doesn't sound like you are complaining” I breathed. 
"You're right, princess. I might consider letting you live for you to be my personal plaything. How's that sound?" the man said with a playful tone. the pet name fully confirmed my suspicion on who it was. The only person I know that calls me princess was Eddie, who I've had a crush on since elementary school. And thanks to Steve babbling his mouth one day at school. I finally knew he returned that same affection.   
"Deal," I smirked. 
 “Hm, that's what i thought princess lets see how much of a horror slut you really are then, shall we? Shirt off and get on your knees." he demanded, slowly taking off my shirt letting my tits bounce free as I lowered myself onto my bedroom floor. 
"I can't wait to wreck this pretty face of yours,' he groans.
“take my cock out. Now". undoing the jean button and zipper quickly, I swiftly pulled him out. I licked my lips to the site of his cock. Eddie cock was standard. But it was deliciously thick and veiny, not waiting for his approval. I placed a long lick from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, giving it a good suck causing him to immediately buck his hips which pushed him further down my throat. "s-shit" he growled, this time his voice sounding a bit breathy. "just like that" his breath hitch when I went faster, swallowing him completely causing tears in my eyes. 
"you're sucking me so fucking good." he said as he placed a hand on the top of my head he started to face fucking me, wet noises and gagging began to echo in the room.
"shit, fuck y/n" he groaned and threw his head back. My thighs began to clench together when I finally heard my name which made me hum a moan causing him to almost cum down my throat. He grabbed a handful of my hair and abruptly pulled your mouth off of him with a wet pop. 
"I want to cum in that pussy," he said growling.
"Then do it, Munson."
“H-How did you know it was me?” His voice sounded like he was pouting behind the mask. 
“You called me princess, and I know your smell” I giggled. He sighed as he gently caressed my face with his leather hand, and the other removed the voice changer.
 “I don't wanna stop Eddie” I looked up at the black holes of the ghost face mask. “Strip for me, but leave the mask on and also put your rings back on” I said as I grabbed his leather clad hand, bringing it to my mouth and using my teeth to take the glove off him. He groaned deeply at the sight. He quickly put them back on and stripped. I stood up from the ground, and my knees were screaming at me from giving him a blow job on the wooden floor. 
“Mr.ghostface? Arent you going to fuck me” i batted my eyes.    
"Indeed princess, i'm going to have you dying over this cock" his now ringed hand went to my neck squeezing it lightly as he backed me into my bed. I fell back with a soft thud as he stood before me. 
"Let's get these off, shall we?" Eddie immediately cut off my panties with the knife. I was unbelievably wet. 
"So wet for me babygirl" his fingers gently ran down up and down my slick slit, making me jump slightly at contact.
"Such a sinful sight," he was prepared  to completely ruin me. Thank fucking god i thought, he suddenly pushed himself into me fully.  “E-Eddie” I whined. The feeling of him stretching my tight cunt made me gasp at finally feeling full. The feeling I didn't know I was missing from him, I was already addicted to him but now I'm also addicted to his cock.
"Fuck y/n, i should have done this sooner, you're so fucking tight." he groaned lowly as he tightly grasped my hips and his thrusts got faster.
“Yes you should have” my eyes immediately rolled to the back of my head as his cock pounded into me.
"f-fuck. Your cock feels so fucking good, Eds" i began to moan loudly, his head back falls and he lets moan out.
"You take my cock so well princess, it was made for you, y-yes…..take it just like that." he leaned over me, the mask was cool against my warm cheek as he pounded me deeper into the mattress. 
"E-Eddie Im abo….." I breathed heavily, gripping the sheets, my knuckles turning white.   
"Cum for me babygirl '' with that i saw stars and it felt like my body was on fire. I clamped down so hard on his cock he let out a loud moan in my ear. He contined to fuck me through my orgasim "damn princess, squeezing this cock so fucking hard." he breathed.
"Eddie!" I continued to moan as I felt another orgasim on its way.
"You're mine!" he growled.  I ripped off the mask from his face, I wanted to stare into those beautiful big brown eyes as he fucked me. His long hair is now curtaining our faces. 
“This pussy is yours, I'm yours, always have been.” with my words he began to moan as he filled every inch within my pussy with his seed.
My second orgasm hit me harder than the first. It felt like I was ejected out of this universe.he was right i died and gone to heaven. Eddie collapsed on top of me. Our sweaty bodies are melting into one.  
"holy fucking shit that was amazing" we both said at the same time which caused us to burst into laughter. 
“So y/n? I've been wanting to ask you this since I first met you in elementary…… wanna be my girlfriend”
Giggles “you are truly an oblivious idiot Munson, it's about time you asked me”
“Is that a yes?” 
“Yes it is Mr.Ghostface.... also, does that mean i get to live?" i gave him the puppy dog eyes.
"Maybe, if you are a good girl," he says as he slips out of me.
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devilfic · 2 years
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❝love languages❞
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pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader. cw: brief mention of drug use. words: 1.2k.
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I think eddie has three love languages: gift giving/receiving, quality time, and physical touch
as eddie is someone who didn’t grow up with a lot, he and his uncle often had to make do with what they had. whether it meant packing school lunches with what little was left in the fridge or sewing up the holes in eddie’s jacket with scraps from old bed sheets, eddie grew up understanding the value of doing what you can for another person out of love
which makes eddie an excellent gift-giver
eddie almost always has something to give you whenever he sees you
on your very first anniversary, eddie thrifted some fancy spoons and turned the handles into matching rings for you both, presenting yours to you at lover’s lake with a flourishing bow. he wears his damn near everywhere, he never takes it off
he also insisted on making each other’s lunches for valentine’s day and came to school with a PB&J cut (very badly) into the shape of a heart
he’s so surprisingly romantic that the hellfire club can’t even make fun of him for being so smitten with you. it’s just too cute ;-;
(and mike absolutely takes notes for el)
actually, dustin isn’t above teasing him. eddie may flay him on the track field for everyone to see but it’s worth it for the bit
eddie is also a FIRM believer in matching clothes
you bet your ass he’ll show up to school with a fresh new jean jacket under his arm for you
“I’ll even help you spruce it up! could put your favorite band on here, or rainbows and ponies, whatever the hell you want”
and he loves seeing you in it. he feels this insane pride when, even on a hot day, you’ve got it tied around your waist because you just wanna show off the cool jacket your boyfriend got you
eddie, in return, doesn’t want anything fancy
as I said before, he’s used to making do with what he has, but he always appreciates when you do go out of your way to get him something
even if you pick some flowers off the side of the road and present it to him at the door to his trailer on movie night, he’ll act like you’ve just given him a dozen red roses and keep them in a vase on his window sill until they start to die
and even then he’ll just dry them out and put them back in the vase afkdjfsdf
also pls give him new patches for his jacket
literally every single thing you’ve given him is displayed somewhere in his room or kept in a shoebox in his closet for safekeeping
he never wants to lose a thing. he’s 100% the type to keep things from his loved ones for as long as possible
also.... if ur into it.... I think he’d really like to get matching piercings with you
it would be a spur of the moment kinda thing? and probably something small in case you might get in trouble
you hold each other’s hands when you get them done and he’s got the biggest smile on his face when you’re all done
even if you don’t end up getting a piercing, he’ll really appreciate you being there. he’ll even pretend the piercing really hurts (it’s like his fifth one) so you’ll comfort him with kisses afterwards
speaking of which,, eddie is such a sucker for physical comfort
eddie is a big fan of casual touch so it shouldn’t be a surprise
before you start dating, eddie would grab you by the shoulders or tackle you in the hallway on the way to class
you get very used to feeling his hands on you whenever the two of you were in the same vicinity
if you had an issue with this, he’d of course back off because he’s a Gentleman, but if you’re fine with it, he’s just all over you all the time
it’s kind of what gives it away that he has feelings for you before he confesses
as those feelings deepen, the touches become a lot less casual
instead of jerking you around by the shoulders, he squeezes them gently between his big hands, sometimes bold enough to let his fingers graze your collarbone just to see you shiver
he’d come in for big hugs and tuck his face into your neck, mouth SUSPICIOUSLY close to the skin there
(the closer and more comfortable you are, the more likely he is to plant a sneaky little kiss there. so faint, you spend the rest of the day in a daze wondering if it actually happened)
he comes up behind you very often and the heat of him at your back as he taunts you in a low voice damn near sends your eyes rolling into the back of your head-
I’m getting carried away
now, these gestures are easy for him because they’re often not openly sensual. you could pass it off as him just playing around, trying to tease you
but when you’re dating and he’s off the deep end? even the slightest touch can have him melting
you’re sitting behind him on his mattress while he plays guitar and you start braiding his hair? skdjfasfkjfsf
you wipe his face clean after getting messy cooking in his kitchen? AKSFJAKSJFfh
you’re goofing around and blow some smoke into his mouth in lieu of a kiss? just like. kill him already
he’s sos daksjfkafsfaddfadgsd\
AHHHHHHH
god,,, you turn him into the biggest simp
you’re the morticia to his gomez, he fucking worships you
and finally, he loves spending time with you
he absolutely ropes you into the hellfire club, and whether you play or just like to watch, he’s always looking over his dm screen to steal glimpses of you
he’s especially elated if you’re following along with the story every week if you’re not playing
and if you are playing, he tries very hard not to give you extra special treatment because the boys would tear him limb from limb
he loves playing guitar for you as well
because you come over so often, he often plays you songs that his band is working on and love songs that he’s had on repeat since he first met you
he gets a little twitchy and nervous when you watch him so intently but the way your eyes light up during his performance is like. he could die right then and there and have no regrets other than not getting to spend the rest of his life with you
when he gets really riled up over jason being a dickhead, you’ll take him into the woods behind school where he’ll vent and then scream it out together with you until you’re both laughing and spent
and every single time, no matter what, he’s so thankful that you gave him a chance
he just loves you a lot. you make the shitty parts of life feel less shitty
you know that quote from everything, everywhere, all at once? the one that’s like “in another life, I would’ve really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you”? eddie feels that way for you
even if everything else sucks, he really does believe having you to come back to would make it all worth it
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prxttysin · 2 years
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Eddie Munson brain rot.
Eddie is so so so pussy drunk. I just fucking know it. He will make a complete mess of himself when going down on you. he doesn’t care at all. His lips will be puffy and mouth will be covered with your juices and he loves it. Just like he loves the taste of you. He doesn’t care about the mess (Eddie’s sheets have seen worse anyway) or how noisy your pussy is, he revels in the way you sound when he’s practically devouring you whole. The obscene slurping noises he makes. The sound of his tongue lapping at you, devouring you. And most of all, your moans, when you cry out his name when you cum, because of him. he could go down on you for hours,even when your shaking and your legs are closing around his head and your fingers are pulling at his hair. He wants to make you cum as many times as you can. When he knows your about to cum he buries his tongue deeper into you lapping at your cunt, broad nose bumping against your clit, wanting to taste every thing you have to give him. Begging for you to give him what’s his. Practically whining it out “Please baby, just give it to me. wanna taste you cmon sweetheart. give me what’s mine.”. And don’t think that your the only one cumming. Eddie ruts and humps at the bed while going down on you, By the end of it he has already came in his jeans. Oh and let me add. Eddie practically goes ballistic when you ride his face, His ring clad fingers will wrap around your thighs to keep you steady as you use him, he fucking loves when you ride his face. (at first you were scared to suffocate him but he simply said “that’s the best way to go out? With you cumming on my face? God would I be so lucky.”) and god does eddie show how much he loves eating you out, groaning and moaning onto your cunt. Sometimes he will talk to your pussy like its something he loves (ding ding. It is.) “so fucking pretty.” Oh and…quick side note… If you take his fingers covered in your slick and suck them clean, rolling your tongue over the pad of his fingers looking up at him with that pretty fucked out sleepy eye look. You better be ready baby. Your not going to sleep that night your in for a long. wild night.
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dilf-whore · 2 years
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Hi!!
Can I please request a fic of Eddie x Female reader where she’s pretty flirtatious but he never took it seriously because he thought she act like this around her friends too, until someone else from the hellfire club wants to ask her out and he realized that they probably both have a crush on each other
Thank you so much🥺
stupid hottie
pairing: eddie munson x f!reader
genre: friends to lovers!, jealous!eddie, fluff
summary: guess jealousy’s the answer for you and eddie’s situation
A/N: sorry it took me so long to post this and if it’s short😭 i hope you like it though. let me know what you think! and i hope it’s alright if i made a minor change to it. alsooo send in your requests or some messages lol i’d love to make new friends or have some short convos with you guys. ❤️
requested: yes
requests are OPEN
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You dust off Eddie’s jacket and fix his hair, “Sweetie, be careful next time don’t want to damage that handsome face of yours” you smile.
Eddie just slipped over god knows what as he made his way towards the table to start his campaign. You rush towards him and help him up. After muttering a small ‘thank you’ to you, you give him a wink and grab his arm and go to your seats. The long-haired metalhead was once again, feeling butterflies in his stomach. 
Eddie hated how flirty you were, how you call him cute nicknames, how you always leave him with a tint of red on his cheeks, and how much you make his heart flutter. He liked you since day one, when he saw you walking through the hallways like a lost puppy; oh how much he got nervous when you approached him to ask where Math class was. And from there, you both became friends and he introduced you to Hellfire Club.
Dustin was the first one to notice Eddie’s crush on you, the way he looks at you and how he unconsciously smile when you talk. He always bug him and urge him to ask you out, saying how you obviously feel the same but to no avail, Eddie always tell him that you don’t and that you act the same to everyone. 
Eddie feels a light tap on his shoulder, he takes a look at the fingers on his shoulder and immediately recognized who’s delicate hand it was. He moves his head and lean towards you “Uhm Eddie, I’m gonna go to the toilet real quick”. He nods his head in response and moves his chair away to give you some space to stand up.
The rest of them watches you as you make your way out to the bathroom, as soon as you were out of their sight, Gareth speaks up, “I’m gonna ask her out”. Eddie immediately shots his head up and stare at Gareth, his jaw suddenly tightens - a weird tense and raging feeling goes through his body. Dustin looks at his friend in front of him, giving him a small kick under the table. Eddie turns his attention to the boy and Dustin mouths “You better do something, asap”. 
Eddie looks down, his mind going feral, his thoughts running everywhere, he clenches his fist and lets out an annoyed sigh. 
Not long after, you go back to the room and Eddie’s body relaxes - but his mind’s still a total mess.
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The campaign finishes and everyone left the room, leaving you, Eddie, and Dustin behind with the cleaning. Dustin suddenly grabs his bag and rushes to the door, “I’m so sorry guys, I-I remember my mom asked me to do something, uhm y-yeah” he waves you both goodbye. You wave back and continue cleaning, Eddie glares at Dustin, “now’s your chance” the boy whisper-shouts. 
You notice Eddie staring at the door, not moving an inch, “Baby can you -”
“Don’t go out with Gareth” he cuts you off.
You put down the small box of figures on the table beside you, “what?”
“That loser was planning to ask you out, so, say no”
You smirk at his statement, crossing your arms, “and why should I say no?
“I mean if you want to then go, not like I care” his eyes wandering somewhere else.
“Okay, then I will. He is cute” you tease.
He looks back at you surprised, “for real?”
You smile at his reaction. You wrap you arms around his waist and pull him closer to you, “seems like someone is jealous” you say as you tilt your head. 
“M-me? fuck no, why would I?” he stutters, shaking his head aggressively. 
“I don’t know” you shrug playfully.
Already impatient, you pull him closer and lightly smack his forehead, “god you’re so fucking stupid” 
“Of course, I won’t go with Gareth. I want to go out with you” you confess. “Don’t you see? I always flirt with you and practically give my whole attention to you, and I can’t believe you still didn't take the hint” you add, a slight hint of frustration in your voice.
You move you hands up to his collar and pull him into a kiss. You couldn't take it any longer, you knew he felt the same, you just waited for him to make the first move but he’s just so oblivious to do so. Eddie melts into the kiss and cups your face with both hands, you pull away first - leaving him wanting for more.
“Now, aren’t you gonna tell me something?” you smile.
“Y/N, will you be my gorgeous girlfriend?” he asks, looking into your eyes with admiration and happiness. 
“I will be honored to be this stupid hottie’s girlfriend” you reply.
“Now come on, give your jealous boyfriend another kiss to make him feel better” he pouts.
You laugh and give in, you press your lips against his - this time more delicate and less rushed. 
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huboi · 11 months
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cuddles
character(s) — bat eddie munson and werewolf steve harrington (polyamory)
fandom — stranger things
gn reader
summary — you and your supernatural boyfriends cuddle on the couch whilst watching a movie
tw/cw — food mention, lmk if there are any more!
an — I’m just so soft for bat eddie and wolf steve, like the idea in general is just too adorable
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it was a normal, well, normal for you guys’, Saturday night. cuddling whilst watching a random horror movie that steve managed to get his hands on from family video. it’s been a tough week for all three of you, so what better way to relax than watching a horror movie whilst snuggled with your supernatural boyfriends?
eddie in his bat form, snuggled on your chest, and steve, in his wolf form, snuggled against your thighs. you heard a chirp come from eddie, looking down you saw him giving you the best puppy dogesque eyes he could in his bat form. you knew he was asking for more fruit, even though he’s already had 3 bowls worth.
sighing, you got up from the couch, steve whining in the sudden loss of warmth. you got a small bowl from the cabinet and filled it with blueberries, cut pieces of banana, and cut strawberries. “there, you happy now, you little pain in the neck?” you asked, eddie chirping in affirmation.
you picked up the bowl and shuffled back into the living room, where steve was laying, you noticed he seemed annoyed. sighing internally, you placed the bowl of fruit onto the table for eddie, watching as he flew onto the table and stuffed his face into the bowl.
“I’m sorry stevie, eddie was hungry so I didn’t have much choice” you explained, sitting down next to him and scratching him behind the ears, where you knew he’s sensitive. steves’ mood seemed to lighten up, his tail thumping against the couch.
eventually you ended up falling fast asleep, without meaning to. eddie and steve both turned back into their human forms and carried you to bed, bride style. the night ended with steve snuggling against you and falling asleep whilst eddie just kinda snuggled you and closed his eyes <3
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eufezco · 1 year
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You were laying on his bed, him sitting on the edge of it, with no t-shirt on and just wearing his grey pajama pants. You hugged him from the back, resting your head on his shoulder as you enjoyed him being focused on the song he was playing. You listened to the sound coming out of the guitar and admired how skilled Eddie's fingers were. You planted a soft kiss on the warm skin of his shoulder when he finished.
"It sounds great. What's the song called?"
"Master of Puppets." He answered, turning his head to you and kissing your lips. You showed him a little smile and started running your fingers up and down his tummy.
"Can you play it again?" You rubbed your nose against the crook of his neck and how could he say no to you? Your fingers played with his happy trail and a shiver ran down his spine, making him have to fix his position in bed. He cleared his throat before letting his fingers strum the guitar once again as yours dangerously played with the elastic band of his pants. Eddie took a deep breath and focused on his fingers playing Metallica's song instead of focusing on yours palming him through his pajama.
Eddie couldn't help but hiss once you finally slipped your hand inside his pants and wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard cock, wanting to throw his guitar away and toss his head back to your shoulder and squirm and melt under your touch, but he knew that you would get no satisfaction out of that and that you would stop touching him if only you knew that he had been thinking of doing that. "Don't stop, Eddie. Keep playing." You mewled into his ear and kissed his neck, giving him goosebumps as he nodded like the obedient boy he was. Somehow his hands played the song perfectly, his lower lip between his teeth, being able to taste the blood coming out of it thanks to how hard he was trying to keep playing the song meanwhile his mind was only capable of processing how good your hand was making him feel.
You could hear him moan and curse, the sound coming out of the guitar hiding the majority of his sinful sounds but you still could feel his hot back vibrate every time he groaned and relax every time he sighed and gasped for air. "Good boy, Eddie. You're doing so good for me." He moaned after hearing your praises. It was true that he was doing great, it was like his fingers worked separately from the rest of his body which was completely lost in your touch. He finished the part of the song he was playing before coming in his pants, his thighs clenching and you softly stroking his cock as he came down from his high.
Eddie left his guitar on one side of the bed, you could see the dark patch in his crotch as he placed himself between your legs. Your back was against the wall and his face was already buried in the crook of your neck, his lips kissing, sucking, and biting in that sensitive place of yours while his hands roamed all over your body.
"You didn't miss a single chord."
"I know." He moved away from your neck just to brag about it and immediately went back to suck on the skin of your neck, making you moan and hook your legs over the swell of his ass but he furrowed his eyebrows and he had to let go of your neck again. "Wait, are you surprised?" You could tell by his voice that he was playing the victim, not really offended by your words but still wanting to tease you and you couldn't help but chuckle.
"Not at all, baby."
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dinodinodin0 · 2 years
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Use your words, baby
🍭 *-.-*-.-🍭-.-*-.-*🍭
Requests open
Pairings: Eddie x shy!reader
Warnings: semi spicy, mentions of some spicy book reading, fem!reader
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You lay on your bed, kicking your feet back n' forth as you read your book and listen to 'material girl-madonna" on your walkman.
A loud knock on your window startles you, looking back at it warrily and scanning for anything suspicious.
You didn't notice anything, so you shrugged and passed it off as the trees tapping the window pane. A few monents pass, you flip your pages delicately as you fall more immersed into your book. Before you could flip to the next page-
Tap.
You gasped and jumped, feeling a sudden tap on your shoulder. You frantically looked up, exhaling as you see your boyfriend Eddie Muson. He flips off your headphones, smiling down at you with a big dumb smile.
"Jesus Christ Ed! Scared the hell out of me, how'd you get-" you feel a hold breeze hit your legs, you both look over to an open window.
"awhh c'mon sweetheart y'know I love scaring you," he jests, wandering around your room flipping through your bookshelves.
"yeah well one day I'll die of a heart attack and we'll see how funny it still is, and hey! No snooping!" Protesting, you sit up and try to shield him from your bookshelf. You'd be successful, had he not already grabbed a book and held it high over your head.
"c'mon that's mean! Give it back!" You jumped, attempting to grab it out of his hands.
He laughed, "you're so cute when you whine baby, what are you hiding anyway hm? Let's see! Can't be that bad, ts'a book," he flips it over to see the cover, as your face fades into a harsh red.
He smiles and reads in a sexy voice, " 'forbidden lovers, a novel about an ancient vampire and a steamy human girl' ..Wow baby, never knew you were a pervert."
"hey!" You add, face completely hot. You tried to glare up at him, but you could no longer meet his gaze, so you just crossed your arms.
He flips to a random page and starts to read, "he grazed my warm flesh with his cold dead fingertips, slowly reaching past my hips, and inward down to my naked cu-"
"okay!! Stop, that's it!!" You shout, finally grabbing the book out of his hands and walking back to your bed, sitting down and hiding your face with your hands.
He kicks his feet walking over to you slowly, hands behind his back. He crouches down in front of you, hands on your ankles.
"awh c'mon doll, it isn't that bad. New York times it was the 'sexiest book in all of '86 after all, he chuckles. You groan in return, still attempting to hide your face.
"awhhhh my poor embarrassed angel, refusin to look at me. I'm so hurt" he says, slowly drawing his fingers up your ankles, to your calves.
You peak through your fingers, and ask him what he thinks he's doing.
"I mean. You have those kind of books, it's more about what you want me to do," slowly he brings his hands past your knees and to your thighs, resting right under the hem of your skirt and gripping your skin.
You lower your hands, breath hitching. You meet his eyes then turn your head shamefully as he smirks up at you.
"you're so adorable when you're embarrassed. What do you want baby." He prompts, playing with the hem of your skirt.
"i-i dunno.." you say shyly, biting the inside of your cheek.
"oh, well I guess I'll stop then" he abruptly stops and takes his hands off of you, as you whine in protest. He stands back up with his hands in his back pockets.
"no! I.. I mean, I.. please don't stop Eddie.." you say, looking up at him finally.
"be specific sweetheart, I still don't know what you want," he gently holds your jaw, tilting your head to the side and bringing his lips close to your ear, "say, 'i want you to touch me Eddie'."
You gulp, stammering with your words.
"please..touch me Eddie'"
"that's a good girl. Here?" He kisses your jaw as he brings down to your waist, his cold rings shocking your delicate skin.
Mhm, you add meekly.
"words, doll."
"I want your hands on my waist Eddie,"
You feel goosbumps appear on your arm, as you breath heavier. Eddie continues kissing down your neck, and to your collar bone.
"is that all darling? I'll keep my hands on your waist if you want them there, but I'm okay with dragging them lower, to some.. other places" his voice is slightly muffled into your collarbone.
You whine, trying to move his hands down to your hips.
He stops, lifting his head and locking onto your eyes,
"no. None of that. I'm not continuing if you don't use your words. Got it?"
You hesitate for a second, shocked by his sudden sternness.
"I said, got it?" He repeats.
Desperately wanting his hands back on you, you nod, "I understand Eddie."
He returns back to his precious state, kissing along your collarbone and dragging his hands from your waist down to your hips, stopping at the high of your thighs.
"do you want me anywhere else doll? Tell me."
"I.."
"c'mon baby, you're doing so good for me"
You continue with Eddie's encouragement, "I want you.. to touch me there, Eddie," you breathe, letting his hands pry your legs apart.
"thaaaats my good little girl. M'so proud of you baby."
He pushes your chest back with one of his palms for you to lay on the bed, slowly bringing his other hand past your inner thighs.
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minejungwoo · 2 years
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It's romantic - Eddie Munson
Summary: During a romantic gesture, Eddie gets caught red-handed by your parents | fluff
Paring: Eddie Munson x fem!reader
Word count: 1.2 K
Warning: Just bad writing and grammar mistakes ( I wrote this in 30 minutes, english is not my first language and it's 2 am here, so yeah. A LOT of mistakes. Sorey about that)
Author's note: I took one for the team and decided to write something about this post I made. This just couldn't get out my head! It's been more than 2 years since I wrote something, but this is just a try out. Hope you guys enjoy.
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It was past your curfew when you heard the noise of pebbles against glass. You were already tucked in your cozy and warm bed, but coudn't help the smirk that appeared in your lips. You pushed away the blankets despite the cold and ran to open the window. The moment you peeked your head outside your house you couldnt help a teasing grin as you stared at your boyfriend with his arms wide open looking at you from below and kneeling dramaticaly on the snow.
"Juliet oh Juliet! Throw your hair so I can climb my way to your heart!"
You couldn't help laughing at the anticts of the brown haired man.
"That's Rapunzel, Eddie! And what are you doing here!? It's freezing!!"
He stood up and shook the snow from his jeans with the charming smile you loved and approached the tree by your window that looked almost dead during the winter.
"I couldn't sleep. Needed you warming my bed. Thought would save us sometime if I came over."
He said rubbing his hands against each other and bringing them closer to his mouth to blow some hot air in them to warm them up. You shook your head at his lack of proper clothes, his signature leather jacket couldn't keep him warm enough in this cold. He held to the stalk already lifting a leg like he always did.
"Stop! You can't climb in!" You whisper shouted at him crossing your arms over your chest to protect you from the weather. He looked up at you with those big brown eyes and you noticed a small pout form on his lips.
"Why not?"
"The tree is slippery, you can get hurt, my love. Come through-"
"None of that. I'm the master of climbing this tree. Remember all of the times it helped us build our love story. We have history with this tree, it won't betray me now." You rolled your eyes as he started to climb it, you could tell it was hurting his hand because of how cold it was.
"Eddie, come one... I can-"
"Shhh! Your parents are gonna hear you." You shook your head as he got stuck on a particular hard part to climb.
"They are not-..."
"Shhh!"
At that you both saw a car pulling up to the garage, right in front of the tree Eddie was climbing. He froze in place and looked down at the car and up at you again with wide eyes.
"-... at home."
You two watched your parents leave the car. Eddie rested his forehead against forearm to hide his face, as if that would avoid them to see him trying to sneak in their daughter's room. There was nothing else he could do to get out of that situation, if he tried to run back to his van he would certainly be seen and if he decided to rush to you he would definitely fall.
"Hey! Son, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" Your dad's voice sounded from beneath him and he could hear your mom's hells clicking closer to him. He sighed and lifted his head to finally face your parents.
"Good evening, Mrs. and Mr. Y/l/n! What a beautiful night, no? What are you doing this time of the night out of your bed and all dolled up, uhm? Some important event you were attending?" Eddie noticed the tux and the elegant dress on your parents and decided to try to avoid the inevitable conversation.
"We were at the company's gala." Your dad answered wraping his arm around your mom as if to warm her as they stared at the metal head and then you. "And I was hoping to get to the warmth of my house as fast as possible, but I see there's a boy hanging from our tree."
"Well, you know..." Eddie looked at you with a pleading look but you shook your head saying that there was noting you could do.
"Son, come down. How many times do we need to tell you to just use the door? It is there for a reason!"
You snorted back a laughter when you heard the soft "Walking through the door isn't very romantic" your boyfriend let out as he did what your dad told and got down to the safety of the floor.
But the moment he felt your mom's arms wrap around him when he first stepped into your house and when your dad patted his back saying "I'm glad to finally meet the guy my daughter won't shut up about" with a genuine smile he realised he was wrong.
You see, Eddie Munson used to despite every single adult in this town, except of course for his uncle. He knew every single one of them held the same prejudice the kids at school had against him. Small town, even smaller minds. That's why he never bothered to listen to what any of them said, their words didn't matter to him.But your parent's didnt apply to that rule.
When you started dating, he found out you were extremely close to your family and he realised that their opinion mattered the world to you. So, when you said you wanted him to come over to dinner to meet them, he was already preparing himself for when you would dump him. There was no way your rich, important parents would allow their daughter to go out with the city's freak.
He never felt more welcomed like he was in the Y/L/N's house. They looked at him without any prejudice our judment and treated him for who he really was. And despite all the money, they were still humble and down to earth, much more than a lot of the other residents of Hawkins. He could see where you got your kindness and grace.
He fell really loved and appreciated by them, even more when they said the doors were always opened for him even if you weren't home. That would lead to bounding time between him and your dad over a can of beer while they talked about cars or whatever. And also bounding time with your mom that loved to talk about music, although her taste was a bit more classic, they would share their love for playing instruments.
And because of that he couldn't go against what they asked. So he climbed down the tree and soon was being rushed inside the house by your mom that rubbed his arm as if trying to warm him.
"Why show up in the coldest night of the year?! And what is it with you and climbing trees?!" Your mom was fussing around him as she walked around the kitchen to prepare a warm drink for him.
You dad had a smirk on his face as he patted Eddie's back and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"He says it's romantic to climb the tree like Romeo." He laughed poking fun of your boyfriend as Eddie turned into a dark shade of red, lucky for him, you finally arrived with a big blanket to save him.
"Okay, now let my boyfriend go. He's been teased enough for trying to do something nice." You ran to him gently pushing your dad's arm off his shoulders. You threw the blanket around him and leaned on your toes to gently peck his cold lips. "I think it's really sweet." You whispered against them staring into his eyes as he opened a wide smile. He reached to wrap his arm around your waist to bring you closer and turned his head to look at your dad that watched the two of you with a smile.
"See? It's romantic."
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khaleesiofwritings · 2 years
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Have a little faith
Here goes my first fic in this new blog, ahhh I’m scared and excited. It would be nice to know what you think and I really hope you like it!☀️
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Prompt: You are on a date with Steve Harrington, but you unexpectedly find yourself stuck in the bathroom with Eddie Munson.
Fluff, mention of drugs.
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Steve was in his element. He was slaying bear pong despite being visibly drunk already and he was telling tales of his misfortunate adventures while working at the Scoops Ahoy. You never had much in common with Steve if not your friendship with Robin. In fact it was her that pushed you two to go on a date, something that the both of you found almost annoying, but pushy as she is, Robin managed to set you up on a date with him.
He was a good guy, you could tell by his eyes when he would talk about Robin, or his friends, or Nancy – which he was still extremely in love with – but you were complete opposites.
The room started to get crowded when Steve won, once again and he was ready to challenge someone else “King of bear pong” he would call himself. You almost fell when someone pushed you to get in front, just to high five Steve and at that point you had enough. You could smell the scent of young youth in the heat of a rebellious moment, which made you sneer. You tried to make your way out of that massive crowd of drunk teenagers, and when you made it you took a deep breath.
Slowly, you started to walk around that massive house, which you didn’t even know who it belonged to. There wasn’t much conversation in the car, as the gentleman that he was, Steve picked you up at yours, blasted some music and drove to the house party. He did however sing here and there, trying to make eye contact with you, but you knew that you would have laughed at his singing if you did look at him. It wasn’t exactly your ideal that I’m doing it for Robin you kept telling yourself. At some point you thought that Robin insisting so much on you and Steve going out, was simply to benefit her… Her dating life wasn’t exactly the best since Steve was always by her side.
You decided to look for a bathroom and you found one, to your surprise. The lights were on, and you locked the door behind you. The white walls in contrast to the yellow walls around the house made your eyes blink for a bit, trying to get used to the new ambience. “He is not even my type, what am I doing here…” you whispered to yourself walking to the mirror, so you could fix yourself.
“Who’s not your type?” you heard behind you, and soon after the curtain around the bathtub were moved to reveal a guy casually laying in the bathtub and looking at you.
You didn’t scream, but you could feel your heart racing against your chest “Jesus…” you whispered.
“No, just Eddie here.”
Eddie Munson, you saw him almost every day at school and you most definitely heard stories about him. “I didn’t know there was someone here already, I’ll go” you quickly said walking towards the door and once you reached to the handle to open the door… stuck. The handle wasn’t moving, you quickly looked at Eddie, your eyes wide open in surprise and almost despair.
“Yeah… about that, it’s broken. You can only open in from the outside” he said while playing with a coin in his hand. He would throw it in the air and catch it in the palm of his hand.
“And why on Earth would you let me close it?!”
“I don’t know, I thought it would be fun to move the party here” he said while looking at you, trying to hold a laugh. He seemed quite calm to be stuck in a bathroom and who knows for how long he had been in there already. You did not see the logic in that and you knew he was being sarcastic, but why wouldn’t you say anything? Regardless, you were not about to fight with the only person who seemed almost happy to entertain a conversation with you. Eddie moved his legs, and pointed at the space in the bath in front of him “Come, let’s wait for the others” he jokingly said. You crawled up inside the bath and held your legs against your chest, looking at him. “So… who’s not even your type?” he asked in a quirky tone, he seemed truly interested in that piece of information.
“Steve Harrington. I’m on a date with him” you said trying to not show your complete disdain about the whole situation.
“And now you are stuck in a bathroom with me, what a interesting twist of events”
You had to laugh at his eccentricity, he was still playing with that coin “What are you doing here? It doesn’t seem like the type of place where you would hang out”
The coin dropped in the bathtub.
An intrigued look was now placed on his face “And what type of place would I usually hang out in?” he asked you. The eye contact was almost intimidating, but he seemed at ease, playing his bottom lip with his fingers.
“I don’t know, somewhere with rock music, a bit dark and mysterious”
“So, by definition, you are calling me dark and mysterious” he said all pleased
You chuckled at his puffed chest. “If that’s what you want to hear, then sure, yeah!”
He laughed as well “Well, you don’t look like the type of person that would be here either” he said to then continue with a smirk “Especially with Steve Harrington”
You were not about to let him know the dynamics behind that so far failed date “Why were you in here anyway?”
Eddie looked at you as if the answer to that question was quite obvious, but he still went to look for something in his pocket and took out a rolled up blunt “In case someone needs my friend Mary”
And so you thought the voices about him being a junkie were true after all, but there looking at him and at his constant smile, you couldn’t help but think that it was genuine and not caused by the effect of some drugs “Any luck in selling tonight?”
“Unfortunately, you are the only person that came in here tonight. I must have chosen the wrong bathroom to set up my business” he said shaking his head, making some of his hair that was previously tucked behind his ears, cover his cheeks. He looked at you as with a sparkle in his eyes and his smile started to show again “Do you smoke?” You didn’t, but you shrugged in response and so he lit up the blunt and passed it to you. Taking the smoke in you felt as if you’re whole chest was on fire, causing you to cough which made Eddie laugh at you, but you didn’t mind it. You were starting to get used to his high-pitched laugh, finding it almost cute “And so you are not that much of a good girl, are you Y/N?”
You raised an eyebrow at his passing him the blunt to him “How do you know my name?” you said still coughing a little.
“Oh, honey. I’d be a fool not to know your name” he said with the blunt between in his lips, you could feel your cheeks turning red at the speed of a racing car and Eddie took notice, feeling proud of himself for causing such a reaction “Should be leave this party now?” he said while getting out of the bathtub.
“We are stuck, remember?” you said quickly getting out of the bathtub as well.
And so you saw him reaching to the window on top of the toilet “Have a little faith” he said looking back at you, he gave you a smile followed by a wink, and then he jumped.
You felt your heart drop again thinking he must have hurt himself or worse, but you sighed when heard him screaming out a rush of adrenaline, and then you jumped as well.
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fuckmymunson · 1 year
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Umumumum a sex tape eddie fic would make me feel some type of way 😌
❥ a/n: Umumumum I'm a whore mwah. I DON'T CARE imma live my truth.
❥ TW: 18+ Smut! Modern!Eddie basically. Kinda cnc? (cuz reader doesn't explicitly agrees to be recorded so yeah), dirty talk, sex, and cum and sex and that stuff. Not proofread AS USUAL. Hehe
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“That’s it— good fucking girl” Eddie groans as you lower yourself on his hard cock, reverse cowgirl style. “Squeezing me so damn tight— shit” His left-hand grips your waist with bruising force, and his right-hand searches through his messy bed, smirking when he gets a hold of your phone. “Go on, bounce on this cock, slut”
You nod almost too quickly for your own liking and despite the stretch that aches in your tight pussy, you start moving your hips up and down. The dragging of his thick, hard cock inside you has your eyes rolling to the back of your hand, the red led lights of his bedroom bathe your body in the sexiest way— Eddie is in heaven. He slaps your ass, groping it and squeezing the flesh meanly. He lets you bounce on top of him as your hot moans fill his bedroom, his shaky hand struggles to open the camera on your phone. He makes sure to turn on the flash, before snapping his hips upwards, meeting you halfway down.
The action, paired with the sudden flash that shines behind you breaks your gasp into a loud moan. Eddie begins to thrust upwards, fucking you without mercy. The camera shakes with every thrust and he’s 100% sure the video will be blurry as fuck, but he doesn’t care. 
“Eddie!” You whine, looking over your shoulder just to find your boyfriend holding up your phone, recording directly the way his cock slides in and out of your warm cunt, coated with your wetness. He looks like he is in a trance. “What a—are you doing?” 
“What do you think I’m doing, sweets?” He asks as if you were dumb. He scoffs, pretending to be annoyed, and slaps your ass again making you yelp.  “I’m recording how I destroy this tight little pussy of yours, of course” 
“Let’s let the whole world know you are a fucking whore for this cock” He growls and slaps your thigh. You moan loudly again, clenching around him making him hiss in pleasure. “Fuck, such a slut for pain, I know” 
“Perhaps I can send this to all of those fucking guys that try to flirt with you, uh?” He asks, reaching to grab your hair and yank it, forcing you down his dick again. This time he hits an even deeper spot inside you, making you almost scream his name. “Oh, fuck, baby, that’s it—”
“Or maybe I’ll even send it to Harrington, I saw him very friendly to you that day, w—when you were wearing that mini skirt” He growls, the memory of how he caught Steve eyeing your legs and thighs adding fuel to his urge to fuck you silly. 
“Eddie!” You scream his name when he slaps your ass even fucking harder than before, the burning sensation becoming almost unbearable. “Please, please, don’t—, I—I can’t” You don’t even know what you are begging for.
For him to stop? For him to not record you? For him to let you cum? Your mind was foggy with pleasure and humiliation. 
You briefly pictured Steve unlocking his phone, just to be greeted by this sight.
The image itself made you moan again, your pussy squeezing Eddie’s cock. 
“That’s it, I know what you are thinking, bitch” Eddie spits, leaving your poor ass for a minute. “I bet you want that uh? I bet you want the whole world to know how much of a disgusting whore you are, so hungry for cock” 
All you can do is nod, perhaps he is right. 
“I know you do, princess” He coos at you, feeling his climax approaching faster than usual. He makes sure to angle the camera just right for the moment his swollen balls empty inside your pussy.
“Cum i—inside me, please” You manage to request with a hoarse voice, between moans and Eddie just can’t believe he just got that on camera. 
He doesn’t have to be told twice.
He fucks you harder, the bed creaking dangerously under your combined weight. He moans weakly as he buries himself deep inside you one last time, his cock twitching over and over as he fills you up with his cum. The sensation’s simply magical, something you could never get tired of. He records it all, the way his balls tighten and how it slides out of your pussy when he pulls out and his softening dick rests on his thigh. He also records how his hand reaches down, circling your abused hole just to push his seed back inside with an obscene, wet squelch. 
You move slowly to lie down next to him, but he stops you midway with a hand on your back.
“Where the hell do you think you are going?” He asks breathlessly. “You haven’t cum yet. You are gonna sit on my face and record me eating your pussy leaking with my cum until you squirt all over my face” You moan at his explicit words, feeling your stomach (and pussy) fluttering. “And if you miss a single second of it, I’m gonna record you sucking my cock until you pass out and post it on twitter”
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asdfgjsrieufhkeksjd, imma go to bed mwah.
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whysodelirious08 · 6 months
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Hi! My muse has come back so please comment some Eddie x Reader one shots you'd like to read! :))
Please reblog if you have no ideas but want to help me out!
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eashmo · 5 months
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-Welcome Home-
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Warnings: SMUT and small fluff
A/N: I seriously have so many short stories that I need to finish for Eddie, Billy, and Steve.
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It has been 3 months since I last saw my precious boyfriend. Eddie was on tour with his band Corroded Coffin. After so long,  the phone calls just didn't even begin to cut it anymore. I needed him, I craved his kisses and cuddles. He was coming home today, so I decided to give him a surprise welcome home. 
I grinned at Eddie as he entered our bedroom, watching him closely as he stood there smirking as i fucked myself with a dildo, and his eyes didn’t move away from it. I brought my other hand down to rub my clit, my fingers gliding over it easily. 
“Welcome home, rockstar.” I moaned out. 
“You couldn’t have just waited until I got here?” He asked, but he couldn’t even pretend to look disappointed.
“I figured you’d enjoy a surprise,” I breathed heavily. The dildo was a perfect shape and size, hitting my G spot perfectly. It was the same size as him. Which was perfect when we had phone sex. It felt like he was there when he was miles away from me. But I craved the real thing every day.
“Oh trust me, babygirl, I’m enjoying it,” he smirked. He ran a hand over the bulge in his boxers, hearing the pet name made me wetter, biting my lip as I rubbed my clit faster as I pumped the dildo in and out of me. Eddie watched intently, his eyes going darker by the second.
“Feels so good, Eds,” I whimpered. 
“I’ll bet it does,” he groaned, taking out his cock from his boxers, jacking himself off to the sight of me “keep going, babygirl”
I did as he told me, and I began to move my wrist fast and bring myself close to the edge. I stopped before I came, not wanting to let go before Eddie got his hands on me. I pulled it out of me slowly, his eyes completely dark when he saw how much it stretched me out as it popped out “I need you baby” I breathed. 
He startled me when he roughly grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer to him, 
He kisses my lips, moving down to my neck, making me moan. He circles my sensitive clit with his thumb, making me cry out more. I bite his neck firmly, which always drove him crazy. I rake my nails roughly down his back.
“Eddie please” I gasp into his shoulder. 
He grabs my hips, and runs the tip of his cock over my soaking core before he roughly shoves himself inside of me, making me cry out loudly. I need him in me. Now. He gives me a second to adjust to his thick member before pulling out and slamming back into me over and over and over. He picks up his pace, leaning over me to rest one hand on the headboard, to use it as leverage. I was not going to last long like this. This man knows exactly how to please me. He knows I love it rough.
“Fuck i’ve missed this pussy…” He growls into my neck. My hands grab a fistful of his hair, making him groan again.
“Eddie…” I whine. I was getting dangerously close, and he knew it.
“Don't you dare...cum…” he warns me. He began thrusting harder, driving me even closer to the edge. I try my best to hold back my quickly approaching orgasm.
“baby...please…”
“Please what?” He says in a low voice, beginning to lose control of his rhythm. He is close, too.
“Please let me cum…” I whine.
He continues his now erratic thrusting, and relentless playing with my oversensitive clit for a moment. “Cum with me, babygirl” He whispers in my ear. I shout his name as I am consumed with wave after wave of pleasure.
 “y/n” I hear him groan, finding his own release. His fingers on my hip dig into my flesh, definitely leaving his mark. He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. He slowly drags himself to lay next to me, pulling me with him. I turn to face him and snuggle up to him.
“God, I've missed you y/n…” He says; his voice deep and gravelly.
“I missed you too.” I say, running my hand up, resting it over his heart. “I love you, eds”
“I love you too, baby girl. Also, thank you for the welcome home sex” 
“Anytime, baby”
 We both laughed as we savored the moment of him finally being back home. Back into my arms.
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devilfic · 2 years
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❝world’s shittiest heart-to-heart❞
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plot: he still listens for that creaky old door slamming all these years later. you used to come to him, but as your silhouette disappears through the trees, he comes to you instead. pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader. cw: fluff, childhood best friends to strangers to ???, light angst, humor, teasing flirting. no spoilers ahead, proceed as you wish. words: 2.3k.
a/n: I didn’t think this guy would grow on me... but he has grown on me.
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When you were little, too small to look over the dashboard of your mom’s minivan like you could now, Eddie and you used to be friends.
At first, it wasn’t much of a friendship. The Munson kid had terrorized you into being friends by cornering you on the playground and demanding your mother let you try out his inflatable pool during the summer. Despite his assertive nature, you’d never been scared of him. Eddie didn’t know when you’d decided he was your friend, but he could never forget when you decided he no longer was.
He’d been stupid that night. He had the perspective now to actually admit it. He could never take back what he’d said to you, and he could never forget what you’d said to him. He knew, now, that you didn’t think of him as a failure. He should’ve known, then, that you were never trying to “fix” him. He’d known, always, that he was just afraid of you growing out of wanting him around.
That was over a year ago. You hadn’t talked to him since.
You came home plenty, though. During the holidays, your mother still brought over pie for Thanksgiving, and your old friends from Hawkins High would still pick you up for some New Year’s party on the other side of town. You just never talked. You’d see each other all the time (how could you not, in a town as small as Hawkins?), but then you’d look the other way as if you hadn’t at all.
But when the door to your trailer slams shut in the middle of the night (and it’s yours, there’s no doubt it’s yours, because he’s memorized the sound and your shoes kicking up dirt on the way to his house), Eddie trips over the cords hanging out of his guitar in his haste to peer through his window, expecting your fist to rap at his front door any second.
Seconds pass, and you’re nowhere near his trailer or yours. It’s just his luck that he sees something shuffling through the trees on the other side of the park. What possesses him to follow is just as much of a mystery to him as it would later be to you.
When he finds you curled up next to a tree trunk with your head between your knees, his body moves faster than his brain. He’s kneeling beside you with a hand on your back in seconds, startling you, “Hey! You okay?”
There’s barely enough light breaking through the canopy layer of the trees to make out the tears on your face, and when Eddie thinks you’re crying because you’re hurt, he starts to panic. It’s too dark here to make out the difference between blood and the dark of your jeans but he tries anyway.
“Eddie?”
He looks up when you call to him, voice strained. You sound like you’ve been crying a lot longer than he thought. “Are you hurt?” He answers back.
You watch him for a little while. Whether you can’t believe he’s actually there or whether you’re wishing him away for disturbing you, he anticipates the next words out of your mouth. “What are you doing out here?”
Your question is gentle, a little nervous, and the shake in your voice makes his chest ache. But above all, you don’t sound... upset that he’s there. Confused, maybe.
“I... heard the door slam. Saw you walk off into the trees. Seemed suspicious.”
“And you followed me into the woods?”
“Well, I didn’t mean to. I just got to thinking that you’re a historical klutz, and if you got lost in the woods you’d probably start panicking, and then you might trip over a tree root and crack your head open on a rock, and then nobody would find your rotting corpse until the smell got so bad that old man Roberts would go out looking for another deer carcass to taxidermy only to find you... dead.”
You continue to watch him, bewildered by his ramble. Eddie starts to wonder if you’re even all there... then you smile. Even in the low light, Eddie’s taken aback by how mesmerizing it still is. How much he’s missed you smiling at him. His chest aches even more. “He’d probably still taxidermy me.”
Eddie gives an exaggerated, full-body shiver, followed by a shrug, “Free embalming, though. Sounds like a good opportunity.”
And by the gods, you laugh at his joke too! You must really not be all there.
As his eyes adjust to the darkness, Eddie is able to see you better. There is no blood or open wounds as far as he can tell, and besides the crying, you look fine over all. He hasn’t been this close to you in so long that he’s almost put off by your new scent. You’d been a fan of the same mixture of earthy herbs since high school, yet now you smelled flowery. Sweet. It didn’t bother him. It suit you, but it made him feel that much further from you. “Now that I’ve answered your questions, mind answering mine?”
Your squint as if trying to recall the last minute or so of conversation, and then your face falls. It takes a lot for Eddie to keep silent about it. “No. I’m not hurt. Not physically.”
Not physically, you say. It’s clear as day what’s bothering you isn’t physical. Eddie recalls the thousands of times in which he’d taken you up into his shitty mattress and talked late into the night over the “not physical” hurt, sometimes sending you home long after the sun had risen. You’d been a guest of the Munson trailer so often that if you weren’t home, Eddie’s home was sure enough where your mother could find you.
Now, you two were practically strangers. What did you know about each other now that was still true since you’d left for college? Since you’d become your own person? Since you’d realized you were better off without him?
Eddie takes the hint. Painful as it may be. “Well, I won’t bother you. Just keep an eye out for any tree roots and rocks. They’re, uh... everywhere.” And then he pushes up from his knees to leave.
It shouldn’t stir him up so easily. Your hands are still the same; Eddie worries that his callouses must feel uncomfortable to touch now that they’re no longer familiar, but you cling onto his hand all the same, keeping him hovering between kneeling and standing. You look like you’re going to say one thing, but when you open your mouth, you say something else completely, “How are you?”
“Uh... what?” He feels stupid as soon as he says it. Your face falls in disappointment and he rushes to sit beside you again, humiliatingly eager to meet you halfway before the window closes. Eddie scoots onto the tree trunk, “Sorry, just haven’t been asked that in a while.”
You bite your lip, chancing a smile in his direction, urging him to continue.
“Well, I got my grade in English up to a C. Corroded Coffin’s got a whopping three new regular listeners. Hellfire Club is the busiest it’s ever been; I wrangled in some baby dungeon masters this semester, but I’ve got my eye on one to take my place once I graduate. Real cute kid. Gonna let him run his own campaign in the spring before I pass on the mantle.”
Your eyes light up, “You’re graduating?”
Eddie preens, “Hell yeah, baby. ‘86′ll be my year.”
“That’s... that’s awesome, Eddie. I’m so proud of you.”
It’s what you say when someone graduates high school. “I’m proud of you” shouldn’t carry as much weight as it does when you say it. Eddie swallows around the sudden emotion stuck in his throat. “Yeah. ‘Bout time, right?” Your eyes soften at that and he rushes to change the subject, “What about you? How’s Boston?”
“It’s no Hawkins but... it’s great. I love it. I love the classes, and the professors, and the city, and even the shitty dorm showers,” Eddie laughs along with you, “it’s great. Couldn’t ask for more.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you’re happy.” Your eyes fall away from his just then. Eddie can’t help the way his gut twists with warning. He doesn’t want to push it, doesn’t want to assume. “So those tears are cause you miss the shitty dorm showers, right?”
He’s giving you the opportunity to lie. He’s letting you know that no matter how deep the fissure is between you both, his ear is yours if you need it. But you can lie about it, and he won’t push you, and he’ll walk out of the woods and back to his trailer as if he’d never seen you. He’s giving you that chance. You don’t have to take it.
“I think I wanna drop out, Eddie.”
Eddie blinks. For once, his mouth is slower than his brain. “What?”
“I know,” you sniffle, turning your head away, “it’s stupid. I’m an idiot.”
Eddie’s hands naturally find your shoulders, “No, you’re not. You’re the... you’re the smartest person in this goddamn town. You’re brilliant. What’s this about?”
“This is all gonna end, Eddie. Everything I love about college is gonna end the second I graduate. I’ll have to get a corporate job and live a boring life working 9 to 5 until I die in my office on the weekend because I have nothing better to do than to- to work overtime. And my mom was counting on me to get us out of here. And now I’m going to disappoint her. She thinks I’m giving up.”
“That’s what the fight was about?”
You furiously wipe at your eyes, rocking back and forth. “It’s always been. Every single fight. She doesn’t want me to turn out like her. She doesn’t want me to turn out like...” In that moment, your eyes drift toward him.
Eddie isn’t certain you’re thinking of the same thing he is. He can feel the words unsaid, though. The way he finishes them in his head. The way he’d been finishing them in his head since he’d driven you out of his life.
The truth was that you’d never said that Eddie was a failure. Sure, you nagged him about his grades and begged him to study between sets at The Hideout, but you were always there in the meager crowd cheering them on. And sure, you reprimanded him for skipping class to deal and leaving homework to the last minute, but you also tutored him through the hell that was his sophomore geometry class. And believed in him. You were one of the only people who believed in him.
And he’d blamed you that night because of what your mother had said, not you. You’d believed in him and he didn’t trust that everything you did was to make him believe in himself too.
“I’m gonna be honest, I don’t think you could turn out as bad as me even if you tried,” the humor in his voice falls flat, not working on your renewed flow of tears, “but it’s not your job to... to get your mom out of Hawkins. It’s your life. You decide on what you do with it.”
“But I don’t know what I want to do.”
“That’s okay! That’s okay, too. Shit takes time. You’re not gonna have it all magically figured out as soon as they put that degree in your hands. You’re probably not gonna know what to do for a long time. But it’s okay. It’s supposed to be okay.”
A few moments pass as you try desperately to get your sobbing under control. Throughout it all, Eddie stays beside you, hands caressing up and down your arms in some attempt to calm your nerves. The fact that you let him makes a flicker of hope in the pit of his chest burn that much brighter.
After a few minutes go by, your soft cheek leans against the knee of his jeans and he cringes, worried the dirt he’d been kneeling in might sully your skin, but you don’t seem to mind. Eddie stays still. He’d be crazy if he said he didn’t miss being this close to you.
Your voice comes out much weaker this time, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s my line.”
“I just dumped all this on you without asking. After... after everything.”
“Well, I dunno. We promised to be there for each other forever when we were kids. Last I checked, ‘after everything’ is still part of forever. So... you’re well within your right.”
You look up then. Your eyes are full and watery, a sight he couldn’t say he liked to see. He much preferred your dry eyes and smiles to this, but the moment wasn’t lost on him. You trusted him still. Trusted him enough to cry to him, still, even after everything. He doesn’t take that trust for granted. “Hey, if you’re so concerned about it, why don’t you make it up to me? Been stuck on a new song for CC and you’ve got just the brand of scathing criticism I need to kick it in the butt.”
A laugh putters past your lips, “Scathing? Was I really that mean?”
“Oh yeah, man. You were brutal. Broke my heart a few times, too. I wrote ‘Mean, Evil Bitch’ all about you. It’s still our biggest hit.”
“And where are my royalties, asshole?”
Eddie hops up from the trunk with his hands raised in mock defense and you follow, playfully stalking him backwards through the trees. “I mean, we give out our CDs for free, but I’ll run you your 17 cents from the dollar we got tipped last week.”
“One dollar? Did you guys get worse after I left Hawkins?”
“Hey! We don’t do it for the money.”
As Eddie talks, he feels the back of his sneaker catch onto something hidden by the forest floor and tumbles back, rough and quick. Thankfully, the clearing you’d chosen to retreat to doesn’t have nearly enough debris around for the fall to be fatal, but you drop to his side with the same urgency he’d had with you upon entering the woods. “Oh my God, are you okay?” Your hand instinctively reaches toward the back of his head, fingers gently threading through the knots of his messy curls to feel for blood.
Eddie sighs softly, more taken aback by your intimacy than the fall. The last time he’d felt your fingers in his hair, he’d been thinking about... well, things that maybe friends aren’t meant to think about each other. It’s not much different this time around either.
“Yep. Nope. I’m good. Let’s get back to my place before one of us dies.”
You help Eddie up onto his feet again, but he’s surprised when you snake an arm around his waist right after. He hadn’t given any implication that he needed help to walk. You smile sweetly up at him and he suddenly feels a limp coming on, “Thanks for the advice by the way. I appreciate your wisdom, Munson.”
“My wisdom? What, you mean the world’s shittiest heart-to-heart?”
You turn your face into his chest to laugh, and as instinctual as it seems to be, Eddie can’t help wondering if you’re trying to give him thoughts that’ll keep him up at night.
Probably not. You were capable of many things when you put your mind to them, but this was all Eddie. It always had been.
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