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#eddie munson x you fluff
lovetrt · 8 months
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sour girl
mean!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: a project with the boy who makes your life a living hell turns into something completely unexpected. (5.2k)
warnings: smut (thigh riding, choking, impact play), enemies to lovers, girly!reader, mean,pervy!eddie. mdni.
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You swear you must be living a nightmare when your Creative Writing teacher points at you and then at Eddie Munson and says “the two of you are going to be working together for this project” in that ear-piercing, glass-shattering voice that had you wincing everytime she talks too loud or gets too close. 
You think someone who really, truly hates every part of your being must have cursed you with this painfully awful fate the second the gut-wrenching words came out of her sticky, red, over-lined mouth. 
You would have been completely fine, satisfied even, with any other person in your class. But the universe was definitely not on your side today and decided to assign you a punishment made for awful people like serial killers or dentists, not you! 
The chances of the two of you being paired together weren’t really that small considering the class only consists of ten students, and you have already worked on other assignments with the majority of them. So, you know directing your anger towards your teacher, the universe, and Eddie is irrational. But, still you are pissed the hell off and just want your teacher to laugh and to say it was a joke and assign you someone else.
To make matters worse, you were actually very excited about this assignment, looking forward to writing your own 10-minute play to add to your portfolio. But having Eddie as your partner has deemed the task impossible. 
Clearly, you and Eddie have never been friendly, rather the opposite, and it’s all thanks to his sadistic nature. You never showed him anything but kindness when you first met in class. That was until he started acting very mean towards you for no apparent reason.
With how often he torments you, you suspect he must take pleasure in making you suffer, getting off on constantly flipping up your skirt, tugging harshly on your hair, teasing your girly style, and stealing all your pretty accessories, like hair ribbons and bracelets, right off of you.
Unfortunately for you, if he’s a sadist, you’re a masochist.
Although you can go on and on about how much you despise the man, how much your blood boils with rage everytime he does something uncalled for, how much you want to scream at him for being rude, there’s a tiny itty bitty little portion of your brain that is disgustingly infatuated with every part of him. That piece of you feeds off of his constant attention and absolutely revels in his meanness, despite him being an absolute asshole to you at all times.
As if your infatuation with him couldn’t get any worse, you’re extremely unfortunate that he’s your type incarnate: long dark hair, pretty doe eyes, grungy style, kind of nerdy, can pull off a leather jacket, and a little mean. Though, a “little mean” might be an understatement.
It’s ridiculous, really, how a boy who makes your life a living hell could still fluster you with every touch and tease. It’s even more ridiculous that you think about him late at night when you’ve got a hand between your thighs.
You have to constantly remind yourself that you hate him and he hates you; otherwise, you would probably fall in love with him. There’s something about him, other than his pretty face and nice body, that just makes you swoon. You wonder if that tiny voice in your head was the one who manifested this torture on you but don’t let the thought linger enough for you to feel pissed at yourself too.
You wince as your mind tries to consider whether working with Eddie Munson is actually a good thing, despite your enraged initial reaction.
It’s awfully confusing to live with two opposing voices in your head. It’s as if one voice is an angel while the other is the devil, both sitting on either shoulder, bickering about Eddie Munson and whether you should kill him or kiss him. Except you don’t know which voice is the angel and which is the devil as both sides of the argument are equally as bad to you. It’s not like you want to hate him, but you definitely don’t want to like him either. 
When you approach him after your teacher dismisses the class, he rudely interrupts your kind greeting with a “I’m only free tonight. Your place or mine?”
He scoffs and is clearly annoyed when you aren’t prepared to answer his abrupt question right away. He doesn’t even bother to spare a glance at you throughout this exchange, so enthralled with doodling stupid skulls and ugly bats on his beat up notebook. You practically had to talk to his frizzy hair rather than his face. 
You respond in a low mutter that your place is better ‘cause your brother is probably gonna be gone all night to sleep at his girlfriend’s place and your parents are out of town but you’re busy until 8pm so it has to be after.
You don’t even realize you were rambling until he finally looks up at you with a bored expression and reaches over to tug on the elastics holding up the pigtail braids in your hair.
After that, he nods and leaves without another word, both of your pink elastics wrapped tight around his pale wrist, despite you trailing after him to try to get them back. 
You spent the whole day in preparation, both mentally and physically. You think about everything he might make fun of in your room while shaving your legs, what he might steal from you this time while doing your makeup, and if he’s feeling generous enough to give back the hair ties he stole today while you put on a low-cut shirt. 
Once he gets to your house, you both get straight to it and decide to settle on a plot to be able to start writing. “How about a romance between a bodyguard and a princess?” His laughter is so loud, it nearly shakes your bed.
“Absolutely not. How about a hero having to travel to the underworld to kill a dragon but it turns out that the dragon ends up being the hero of the story and the other guy is a villain?” 
“That is way too long and confusing for a 10 minute play. Plus, a play is meant to be performed on stage. How are you going to get a dragon on stage, Eddie?” It’s your turn to reject his idea. 
You go back and forth for what feels like hours. He keeps making fun of all your romance ideas while adding in his own ridiculous fantasy, Dungeons and Dragons-sounding ones.
At one point, you could tell nothing was going to get resolved unless you didn’t appease him. So with heaviness in your heart and a disappointed sigh, you did just that: letting him win and settling for plotlines that would be too incoherent and messy to any other person but Eddie. 
Once you finally get to a reluctant agreement on an unsatisfying, half finished plot that incorporates both romance and fantasy, you settle down on your bed with your laptop on your thighs.
You finally start writing the opening lines when you notice Eddie wandering off to look through the room, pulling drawers open and touching all the knickknacks you’ve collected over the years. Apparently, he’s decided satisfying his annoying curiosity by looking around your room was a better idea than helping you out with your joint project.
While staring him down enough to hopefully get him to back off and get back to work, you notice how silly he looks standing in your room. His roughed up converse, old black jeans, fraying band tee, and the silver chain on his neck stick out from your feminine room that is full of pink and white decor and smells like strawberries. The only thing on him that blends in are your pink hair ties around his wrist. It almost makes you laugh, but then you remember the little work he’s done and you’re serious again.
You think he’ll get bored at one point and get back to work. But ten minutes later, his laptop has been sitting untouched, the screen shut off and collecting dust in the middle of your desk while he makes fun of the things laying around. It is very much driving you insane.
“Really, a stuffed animal? Aren’t you a little too old for this thing? It’s pathetic.”
He picks up your vanilla-scented bunny plush by the ear, letting it dangle before tossing it to the side when you barely spare a glance at him. You think ignoring him will make him get bored quicker, but it seems to only make him more determined to get a reaction out of you.
He pulls open another drawer and takes out a few condoms a friend gave you when you thought you might get lucky at a house party. You didn’t. But you kept them anyway. 
“What do you need these for, hm? Let’s be honest here, no one’s fucking you, sweetheart. I can tell ‘cause you’re so uptight all the time. You just need a good fucking to get that out of your system.” 
You tried to ignore it, you really did, but for the second time tonight, he won. Something about him being right about your sexual dry spell made you absolutely lose it. 
“Fuck you, Eddie-“
“You wish,”
You ignore his teenage boy-ish comment even though it made your heart drop in rejection. “Go write your stupid play so you can leave me the fuck alone!” 
“Wait, I’ll do it in a minute just- fucking calm down. Clearly, I hit a nerve with that,” he mutters. You can almost hear the eyeroll that goes along with his frustrated sigh. You take a deep breath to calm your boiling blood before trying your next strategy to get him to write the rest of the play.
“Eddie come on, you said you’re only free tonight. I just need you to write the ending, and then you can go home. I already did most of it. Please, Eds.”
You feel pathetic to be resorting to such desperate pleading. But you know he likes it when you beg as he often makes you beg him to give back your dainty rings, pink lip gloss, or whatever else he felt like stealing that day. 
“Okay, let’s make a deal,” he gently pushes your laptop off of you and sets it to the side. At first, you think he may be surrendering and you won the war once and for all despite his victorious battles. That is until you remember a deal with Eddie is never a good one. He stands between your legs from where you sit at the edge of your bed. The closeness makes your breath shallow and your hands feel clammy. He stares at you with that stupidly mischievous smile on his stupidly pretty face. 
“For every line I write, you have to give me a kiss.” 
You freeze the second the words leave his plump, pink lips. Your heart feels like the only functioning organ in your body right now, beating so loud you think Eddie can hear it despite the small distance between the two of you. It only pounds harder in your ears when he steps almost impossibly closer, his intruding legs making the fabric of your skirt ride further up your thighs.
“Don’t act so shy now, sweetheart,” one of his rough, tattooed hands comes up to rest on your jaw, juxtaposing the softness of your skin.
“I saw those sexy little polaroids you left out on your nightstand. The one of you sticking your pretty tongue out and the other of your pretty tits, that’s my girl in those pictures, yeah?” 
My girl. My girl. My girl. His words repeat in your brain like a mantra, a prayer that someday you will actually be his girl despite all the dirty things he’s done to you. 
He takes your silence as a “yes” and as an opportunity to continue with his teasing. “You’re a smart girl, you would’ve remembered to put them back. Did you leave them there on purpose ‘cause you knew I was coming or are you just really that dumb?” 
Shit, you think. He caught you. 
Tears prickle in your eyes out of embarrassment and something else that makes your stomach twist into painful knots. It’s way too hard to look him in the eye, so you focus on the loose thread of your skirt instead. 
“I- Shut up, Eddie,” you try to say, but your throat gives out and you end up whispering the words. 
“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t let you sulk for long, pushing a finger against your chin to look back into his eyes. His thumb trails over your mouth, tracing your bottom lip that’s been set into a small pout since he first started talking about kissing you. As if weighed down by an anchor, your heavy tongue has sunk to the bottom of your mouth, completely incapable of letting out any words. 
“Are those pictures just for me, baby?” He tuts while dragging down your bottom lip. “C’mon, answer me,” he urges while his fingers tap against your lips a little harder before dropping back to your jaw. All you can manage is a tiny nod, head too busy spinning because you’re embarrassed and so close to him and miss the feeling of his thumb against your lips. 
“There she is, my pathetic girl, so thirsty for attention. I like the one of your panties. How’d you know I like looking up your skirt, hm?” His question is a sarcastic nod to all the times he’s flipped your skirt up in the halls. Just thinking about the mix of humiliation and pleasure you get from him exposing you makes your face heat up with warmth while your mouth slips out a desperate whimper. You hope he doesn’t notice the red-hot warmth on your cheeks.
“I wanna make a new deal, okay?” 
“Oh,” you breathe out through your heavy pants, hoping your hum didn’t sound too disappointed. Your brain is finally coming back to you, finally processing that this is really happening, and Eddie Munson is really giving you the attention you’ve been craving since you met him. The anchor on your tongue slowly comes back up to the surface, but your body still feels weak. 
He tilts your head back and presses his lips to move down your neck while his nose tickles at the sensitive skin. 
“We’re gonna start with a simple kiss cause I'm dying to taste those pretty lips,” He nibbles at you until he feels you nod from above him. He presses open-mouth kisses on to your flushed skin between his words. 
“Then, I’m gonna finish -kiss- writing my part -kiss- while you ride my thigh -kiss. You don’t get to -kiss- cum -kiss- until I’m done. Okay?”
You feel like you’re floating, so pleasurably dizzy it’s turned your head to mush. It’s hard to keep yourself upright, eyes rolling back, body nearly giving out. You try to remember why you hate Eddie so you could give yourself a reason to push him off. 
Unfortunately, the part of you that likes Eddie has completely taken over, not even a sliver of hate for the boy left in your brain. You only remember you have to respond when he bites the skin of your neck much harder than the tiny nibbles he’d been placing on so gently before. 
“Yeah- yes, please,” you plead, pushing yourself up on shaky wrists to reach him. And then he’s moving forward, smashing his lips to yours, caging you in with strong hands on either side of your face. The butterflies in your stomach turn violent, pulsing and pulsing until you feel like you’re exploding in pleasure. He tastes of cigarettes and something sweet you can’t quite place. You pass whimpers on to Eddie’s lips like tiny secrets you want him to keep, trusting him with all your pretty sounds. He’s pulling away far too soon for your liking, but his hands drifting up your skirt brings a new kind of pleasure and excitement. 
“Look at you, you’re already feeling better. I like you a lot more like this,” he mutters.
“I don’t want you to like me-“ You try, you seriously try so hard, to think of a mean comeback like the ones you usually bite back with. But all you can come up with after that sensual kiss is a pathetic lie, and both of you can see through it. 
“Really, that’s all you got? That’s okay. You’ll be fucked speechless by the time I’m done with you.” 
Your breath hitches when his middle fingers brush against the hem of your panties. “Need to take these off you, sweetheart.” You don’t really process his words, just eagerly nod until he’s kneeling in front of you, hooking his fingers over the waistband, and pulling. You lift up your hips to help him get them off. You’re not sure why you pull at your skirt to keep him from glancing at the sticky mess between your thighs, and you’re also not sure why Eddie lets out an amused huff when you do. 
He pulls the fabric down slowly, stopping to press a kiss to your knee when he slides it off your clothed feet. He scoffs and tugs at the lace of the white frilly socks you’re wearing, ‘cause it’s so you. He doesn’t dwell on it too much, though, instead bringing his attention to the lacy ivory thong in his hands. A jolt of arousal shoots through you as you watch him bring it up to his nose to sniff at the fabric. 
His pupils are blown with lust when he opens his eyes again, so enlarged there’s only a sliver of brown left behind. “Better than I ever imagined, baby. Bet you taste even better, but we can test that out later. C’mon, we’ve got a play to write, yeah?”
You hum out a response while firecrackers burst pleasure into your veins. He puts your panties in the pocket of his black denim jeans, making you bite your lip ‘cause he looks so fucking hot. You wonder if you’re getting those back, but you already know the answer to that question the second the thought runs through your head.
After he gets situated on your desk chair with his laptop in front of him on the desk, he beckons you over with a nod of his head. You step over to him on weak knees, until you’re close enough for him to pull your leg over his thigh.
You don’t drop yourself to sit on his thigh yet. No, you can’t just yet because the cold air of the room reaches your wet cunt, and you suddenly realize that you’re seriously about to grind your clit on Eddie Munson’s denim covered thigh. Eddie Munson, the boy you hate, or are supposed to hate. You freeze with a knee between his legs to keep you upright. You break eye contact with him ‘cause you don’t think you can handle looking straight into his tantalizing eyes. He seems to notice your hesitation and takes his hands off your thigh. 
“You okay, baby? We don’t have to do this,” he says, his big brown eyes looking like pools of sweet toffee. You don’t think you could ever say no to him, even if you wanted to.
“I want to,” you mutter, heart racing in your ears. You keep going when you realize he doesn’t believe you. “Just got nervous, but I wanna do it.” He nods and tugs on the hem of your skirt, signaling you to sit down properly on his thigh. When you finally do, you jolt forward, not expecting such intense sensitivity between your legs. That stupid smirk you’ve grown to hate appears on his lips, and you find yourself wanting to kiss it off instead of slap it off. 
“Whenever you’re ready,” he says while putting his free hand around your waist.
You inhale deeply through your nose and start making movements small enough to create a friction that’s just barely there. When he notices you’ve begun to rut against him, he presses a wet kiss to your cheek and diverts his attention to his laptop and begins typing. 
Without his full attention on you, you gain more confidence to move your hips until you’re fully grinding on him with a hand on his shoulder. The roughness of his jeans catches on your soaked clit just right, sending bolts of pleasure through you like electricity running in your veins. 
You watch him concentrate with squinted eyes and his bottom lip slightly bit between his teeth. You want to reach over, kiss him, and soothe the bite with your tongue. Instead, you bring your thumb up and pull on his lip, watching it pop out. He gives you a small appreciative smile and gets back to writing without another glance. It should leave you unsatisfied, but you feel too good to dwell on it. 
His hand sits on your lower back, drifting down to the tops of your ass when you rut forward. The only sounds in the room are the quick clicks and clacks of Eddie’s keyboard, the gushing wetness of your cunt, and your sex-dripping, breathy whimpers. Eddie’s hand on your back travels down to your hip, guiding you to rock against him much rougher this time. You bite back a moan at being manhandled in a way the sprouts chills from your core to your skin. You rut deeper and deeper until the bundle of pleasure starts growing in your lower stomach. 
Through cloudy eyes and static ears, you notice he stops typing. His head comes down to rest against your shoulder, lips pressing kisses to your warm skin. Your breath hitches into a shallow moan when your mind wanders to what those same kisses would feel like on your pussy. You turn to watch his eyebrows furrow in thought until he hums, sits back up, and starts typing.
Feeling needy for attention, you grab his hand off your hip and bring it up to your neck while still rubbing against him with the same vigor as before. 
“Naughty slut,” his raspy words and pretty smirk ignites another wave of wetness to drip down from you. Your eyes roll back when he squeezes the pressure points that makes your brain get all fuzzy. You feel his hand drift back down your neck, but you’re already grabbing it again to get more attention. 
“Please hit me, Eddie. Please, please just slap me,” you beg, your bottom lip sitting heavy into a pretty pout that he can’t say no to.
“The more you distract me, the longer it’s going to be ‘til you get to cum,” he doesn’t spare a glance at you. 
“Please, Eds.” You hold his wrist against your chest, clothed tits pressing against his skin, and squeeze it while you continue to beg. “Just one, please?” 
He sighs and without warning, slaps his hand across your face hard enough to hurt, but not enough to bruise. You let out a whine while a fresh set of tears start to sprinkle in your eyes. Your body gives out, making your head lean against his shoulder while you keep rutting back against him, tears-staining your cheeks so prettily. 
He doesn’t notice you’re crying until your sniffles replace your whimpers against his neck. With a furrow in his brow and a pout on his lips he pulls your head back to see your tears. 
“You okay, baby?” He smooths a hand down the cheek he slapped. 
“Yeah, it jus’ feels so good,” you promise, hips coming back down to rub yourself even harder- deeper. 
“Look so pretty when you cry,” you hear him whisper into your hair before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You lay against him again, eyes fluttering shut from the strong friction against your core. Your breath hits his neck each time you puff out an exhale, raising goosebumps on his skin.
“Is it b-e-a-r- or b-a-r-e when someone says bear with me?” You nearly laugh at his audacity to ask you such questions when you’re floating in a completely different headspace. 
“It’s- oh god. The first one,” the end of your words drift off into a moan when his fingers clutch hard enough to leave bruises on your hip. Your hands tangle into his hair, while you change the pattern of your thrusts to be much shorter and quicker. 
“That’s my smart girl. Thank you.” His words only make the mess under your skirt even messier. You pump your cunt faster against his leg, the bubble of pleasure in your stomach growing and growing until it’s threatening to pop. He seems to sense this and halts your movements against him. 
“Woah, slow down. I still have a bit left to write. If you cum early, you’re getting a punishment, okay? My good girl doesn’t want that, right?”
My good girl. My good girl. My good girl.
You whimper in response, the words echoing in your head. Your hips go back to rut against him ‘cause your mind is too flooded of him, him, him to fully stop relieving the painful ache. You feel like you’ve been rubbing against him for what feels like hours, but in reality is probably ten minutes. His typing feels slower and slower the longer you hold in your pleasure. 
That is until you hear him close the laptop.
“I finished, but you have to beg me to let you come and maybe I’ll think about it.” That evil rasp that sits behind his voice has the tears returning to your eyes.
“Please, Eddie, let me cum,” you’re breathless and it’s so hard to get words out. 
“That’s the best you can do? I’ve seen you do better.” 
“I’ve been good- so good, can I cum, please?” you wrap your arms around his neck and press his forehead against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, getting pleasure from just being close to him. “I’ll do whatever you want, please. I’m yours, Eds, just wanna cum on your thigh.”
“Hm okay. You can rub your tight, messy cunt all over me ‘til you come, baby.” And then he’s bracing your hips with strong hands at either side to guide you into your climax. It’s so sudden and so fast that you can’t help the moan that leaves you when you come, loud and breathy.
“That’s it, good girl.” Every push against his thigh feels electric, making you grit your teeth together and squeeze your eyes tight as the shocking waves of pleasure explode and explode until he’s slowing down the rapid pace of your hips and you’re riding out the rest of the high.
“You did so good for me, sweetheart,” he whispers against your ear before smoothing a hand up and down your back, pressing soft kisses to your temple. When you open your eyes again, moving back to cup your face with one of his hands. The intensity of your climax juxaposing his gentle actions has you leaning forward to kiss him, unable to stop yourself. 
He kisses you back softer than before, delicately brushing his lips across yours. With your head clearer than earlier, you can finally focus on him, letting the smoky sweetness of his mouth invade your senses until your insides feel warm. When he pulls away, you’re chasing his lips for more, wanting to kiss him just a little longer before you go back to reality. He lets you get two kisses in before separating again. 
“You know this means I’m not gonna stop being mean to you, baby,” his face is twisted into a serious look. 
“I know, I didn’t think so,” you mutter back, lip pouting at his expression that’s borderline upset.
“Just means I get to ruin my girl now, yeah?” His smirk is back, so your worries are gone.
“Yeah, ‘m your girl,” you mutter dreamily, head falling back down against his shoulder.
“You wanna go to bed? Could get you some water or a snack.” Heart swelling, you revel in his sweetness.
“Can we just stay like this? Just for a little bit longer, please?” Your voice is tired. Every part of you is tired. But you want to appreciate the moment before it’s gone. 
“Whatever you want, sweet girl. Was thinking I could swing by tomorrow, and we can finish editing the play?” Oh god, the play! You’d nearly forgotten. 
“It’s okay, I can do it. I don’t want to bother you.” 
“It’s not a bother, sweetheart. What time should I be over?” You tuck your hands between both your bodies, occasionally brushing your fingers against his lean torso. 
“Eddie, seriously. I have no problem doing it. Didn’t you say you were busy for the rest of the week?” He laughs with that brilliant, contagious smile on his face. 
“I lied about that. I was just so eager to see you, I wanted it to be tonight.” You’re giggling along with him, despite your slight confusion on why he’d want to see you after he’s been so mean to you. 
“Okay, you can come tomorrow-”
“Yeah, that’s what I plan on doing. Think you gave me blue balls.”
You’re so flustered it nearly hurts. “Thought we were actually gonna edit the play…”
“Oh, yeah, we can do that too.” He looks at you with that stupid boyish smile that has you swooning.
“I hate you,” you murmur and for the first time you don’t actually mean it. 
He lets out an amused scoff, “yeah, I hate you too. I have to leave though it’s getting late.”
You nod and get off him, slightly disappointed that he has to leave so soon. It is nearly midnight though, and you should probably start cleaning yourself up and get ready for bed. You don’t miss the wet patch on his jeans where you were sitting and neither does he. But you decide to ignore it for the sake of not being embarrassed.
“Kiss for the road?” And how can you deny him when his hair is all messed up and his eyes look so soft. You give him a quick one, tucking his bottom lip between yours before pushing him towards the door of your room. 
“Wait, wait,” he hushes you, catching your hips and pulling you closer for a better kiss. One that has you leaning into him and wrapping your arms around his neck until you’re both pulling away breathlessly. 
“One last thing,” he drags himself over to the edge of your bed. Your heart flips when he picks up the sultry polaroids you so carefully left out. “Can I keep these? Just to help me get off tonight since you’re the one who caused this,” he points down to the prominent bulge in his jeans. That white-hot feeling returns to your cheeks and you’re nodding, trying to get your words out steadily. 
“Yeah- yes, take them, but I want them back,” you say as you lead him out the door to your room and walk him to your front door. He walks out, turning back to you.
“Can’t promise they won’t be covered in-”
“Bye, Eddie,” you slam the door in his face ‘cause maybe you’re back to being mean or maybe ‘cause you would’ve either passed out or dropped to your knees right in front of him if he finished that sentence.
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harrywavycurly · 2 months
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Summary: You’re a cheerleader at Hawkins High School and somehow you’ve gotten yourself into a relationship with Eddie Munson, the school’s main “bad boy”. From the beginning Eddie has made sure you’re aware that the two of you won’t ever be seen in public together because he has a reputation to uphold. For a while it doesn’t bother you because in your eyes your relationship with Eddie is just a fun fling and the sneaking around is kind of exciting. But everything changes when the two of you end up at the same party and Eddie gets a glance at what it’s like when he’s not around you and he doesn’t like it, more importantly he doesn’t like the attention you get from others. After that night Eddie starts to wonder if his feelings for you are more serious than just a fun fling or if he wants something more and it’s time for the two of you stop meeting in secret.
Type of Story: Secret Romance, Friends to lovers and cheerleader!reader x Eddie Munson
Inspiration: This idea came from this post right here
Status: Ongoing
Tag list: Open
Instagrams: Here
Conversations: here
Extras: Here
*This is mainly a texting fic but you’ll find everything down below in the correct order*
Part 1: Rules
Part 2: Pointless
Part 3: Crush bonus convo between you and Chrissy here
Part 4: Late
Part 5: Never Again
Part 6: Cheer Shit bonus convo between Eddie and Gareth here
Part 7: Leader
Part 8: Miss You?
Part 9: Hank
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nezuscribe · 2 years
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𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie munson is in love with you. and he refuses to let a little date set up by a guy who probably doesn't even know your favorite movie ruin his chance of getting with you.
fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, loss of virginity (for reader), cunnilingus, cum eating, heavy making out, fingering, teasing, mentions of weed, vaginal penetration, eddie has a little bit of a corruption kink if you squint
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Eddie Munson never yelled. He never raised his voice when he got mad, he never got angry with people who have done him wrong. Despite his outward appearance, his rings were always kept to himself, used more as a fidgeting tool than anything else, and his little knife was used to carve his name in the tree outside the school. 
Everybody who knew him decently well would know that he was really just a temperate soul, and it didn’t take a lot to make him happy. The Hellfire Club almost always brought a joyful smile to his face and when he was tired his joints were always there to solve whatever problem he was facing. 
But above everything, you seemed to be his answer to all of his woes. 
You, who he's known ever since middle school. And at first, it wasn’t your smile that made his day just so much better because your braces got in the way and you hated how food sometimes got stuck in them, so you refrained from smiling for the first three years he knew you. But then you did and things just seemed to fall into place. He could stare at the softness of your eyes for days and never grow tired. He’d make a song to reminisce on the little snort you let out at his dumb jokes because he cherishes it more than anything. 
As time seemed to pass, your friendship got closer and closer and everything seemed to be known between the two of you. Who his first kiss was, who yours was. What your favorite bands were, people you despised, and people with whom you could get along. Eddie knew your favorite movie because you loved movies more than anything. You could talk about them on and on, for hours on end because he’d never get tired of the animated way you explained the cinematography and acting. Truth be told, Eddie could never get tired of you, but he had to tell himself something to try and get over you.
When you turn up to his trailer, insistently knocking at the door with a gleaming grin on your face, he couldn’t ever say no. And he guesses that his compliance with letting you get away with owning every crevice of his bleeding heart would only lead him to more misery than anything, but Eddie just had no control over his mind when it came to you.
So with you sitting on his legs, your shirt riding up just a little bit so that he could catch a little peek of your soft skin, his mind was going into overdrive. You played with his hair, fiddling with the pesky elastic band he had given you earlier as you tried to give him the most outrageous hairdo you’ve ever seen. You’d give him an occasional apologetic smile when you tugged just a bit too hard, but it didn’t matter because your fingers were just so soft and gentle that he wanted you to tug at his hair again. And the worst part was that he couldn’t even relax because his entire body was tensing up with the words that spilled out of your mouth.
“And then she gave me a lower grade because apparently, she has a late policy? She never had one all year, remember?” Eddie nodded and that seemed to be enough for you as you continued, “Anyways, I told her that. And after a couple of minutes, she said she’d give me something a bit higher, but it was still shitty for all the work I put into that poster.” You give an exasperated sigh, your lips pouting a bit as you lean a bit more forward and Eddie feels like this is what paradise must be.
“She’s an astronomical pain in the ass. And she likes you. Remember how I forgot to write my name on that one paper? She was really about to shove that ruler up my ass.” He teases and you laugh a little as you remember the fond memory.
“Yeah, well, you always have it worse Munson. But I almost lost my grade because of her!” You exclaim, taking a deep breath as you calm down, eventually giving him a shrug, curling one of his strands around your finger as you watch it unravel, falling onto his forehead as you look down at him with a little smile, “But I know my way around teachers. ‘S why I got her a bigger gift for Christmas, she knew she’d have to pay me back sometime.” 
“You’re a little bit evil, y’know that, right?” Eddie quipped as you swatted his shoulder, pinching his nose and he rolled his eyes at your childish antics, “Have the entirety of the teacher and student population wrapped around your little finger.” 
“What?” You shake your pointer finger in front of his face, “This one?” Eddie smiles as he pushes it down, poking your sides as you squeal, a cascade of giggles falling for your lips as his hands attack your sides. 
“That’s the one sweetheart.” 
He cradles your elbows, careful that you don’t fall, but how could you when you're sitting so comfortably atop him? It was little moments like this that gave Eddie hope that maybe there was something more than you were leading on, that maybe, just maybe you could at some point reciprocate his feelings. 
“Oh! Almost forgot to tell you this, but I have good news, really good news. You’re never going to believe it. Leaves your jaw hanging, spits in your eye, kick you in the shins, good news,” You try to contain the gleeful smile that made its way onto your face, “I was - no, wait… I want you to guess.” 
“...guess?” 
“Yeah, guess!” 
“Um…” He scratched his head, biting his lip as he shrugged, “Your parents are buying you that car?” 
“I said good news, Munson, not a miracle.” He huffs a little laugh, sitting up a bit so that he rested his head against the headboard of his bed, craning his neck a bit so that he could look at you better.
“You found a cure for cancer? Always knew you were a smart little cookie.” He pinched your cheek, giving you a boyish and cheesy grin as you swat his hand away. 
“No, ugh, you suck at this Munson,” And though you say it you still play with his hair, twirling it around, and it was enough to show Eddie that you didn’t really mean your words, “No, Charly asked me out on a date!” 
Eddie choked a little bit on his spit, his eyes bugging out as he coughed, his fist hitting his chest as you worriedly patted his back. 
“You alright?” You asked, your voice tilting a bit as Eddie hurriedly nodded, his heart stopping right then and there in his chest as every little moment flashed through his eyes. His hands felt clammy, the room was getting too hot and suddenly he felt like his throat slowly was closing up on him.
“Y-yeah, yeah, peachy.” Peachy? No wonder you hadn’t given him a chance by now.
“Oh, um, okay, well…” Your brows furrowed as you examined his face, doing the little beads of seat accumulating on his forehead, “Do you want some water?” And he shook his head, clearing his throat as he tried to pretend like he wasn’t about to lose every shred of sanity he had left. Though Eddie didn’t want to hear any more of this and just wanted to curl up into a big ball and just weep, the pure radiance that flowed out of you to tell him the big news didn’t allow him to do it. So he just motioned for you to continue, his soft brown eyes looking anywhere else into the room so that they wouldn’t give his true emotions away. 
“I actually never thought he’d do it, y’know, because of how awkward I can be around the male species,” You continued, going back to fiddling with his hair as though nothing happened, “But he asked me yesterday! He said he wanted to take me to that drive-in theater,” You paused, your lips pursing as you tried to fluff up his already fluffy hair, “You know, that one next to the bowling alley?” And Eddie can only hum, his hand splayed across his chest as he felt his heart churn into a tight pulp.
Because the worst thing is, you’re going to go back to your house after all this is over. You come over, talk, make him fall in love with you all over again, and unknowingly make him go crazy at the mere thought of you. It wasn’t his fault that he spent years pinning after you, but it definitely was when he never gave his feelings up.
He knew that he couldn’t sabotage years of your friendship if he actually told you the truth, ruin the hours and days you’ve spent with each other just because his anguished and lovesick mind told him it’d be a good idea to reveal the truth to you.
“And then - do you have any more hair ties?” He held up another one, ready on command as you gave him a tiny grin, “Thanks Eds,” You ruffle his head a little bit, “And then he said that we could go to his place.” You paused for a second, gathering all of your thoughts as you spoke, “Now,” You look down at him with a raised brow, “I’m gonna need you to be honest with me, okay, Munson? And don’t laugh…promise? Okay?” 
Your change of tone worried him, and if it was apparent by the furrow of his brow then it might have been from the way he stopped breathing momentarily. Eddie knew you long enough that he was aware of almost all of your secrets, if not every single one. The two of you were open with basically everything and the way you nervously fiddled around with your fingers was out of character for you.
“Scouts honor.” He muttered, trying his best to hold up the three fingers as you rolled your eyes, going back to his hair because you couldn’t help the heat that spread across your face, the embarrassment that would come with your following question. 
“Does that mean he wants to, um,” You falter, your hands pausing their movements as you look off to the side, “Well…you know…” It’s too much to say out loud, and even though you’ve known Eddie for a while, the way he looks up at you confused only adds to the humiliation you were getting.
“I actually don’t know. You take my power for knowledge for granted sweetheart.” He says with a little laugh, his head nudging your hand, a silent way to tell you to get back to playing with his hair. His lightheartedness eases you up and you giggle, flicking his forehead as he winces a bit.
“That he wants to, uh, do some body boogie…?”
“Body boogie?” 
You cover your face with your hands as Eddie lets out a hearty laugh, some of his tense posture melting a bit as you slap his shoulder, gnawing on the inside of your cheek as you felt like you wanted the earth to swallow you whole. 
“Sex, Eddie,” You spit out, “Does he want to have sex with me if I go to his house?”
Pink dusts his cheek as you look at him worriedly, your eyes big and round as you watch his face flush. Every part of his body seemed to be shutting down, and if it wasn't enough having to find out that you were going on a date with this basketball player, having to think about him doing such things with you made his stomach churn uncomfortably. But he swallowed thickly, not wanting to make you feel awkward or embarrassed as he shrugged, his tongue feeling abnormally big in his mouth as he tried to think of what to say.
“Yes or no? Come on Munson, you’re a guy. If you wanted to take a girl home, is there any backing behind it other than a cup of coffee?” Your eyes squint, and now you feel like he’s just playing with you when in reality he felt like he was slowly yet surely losing grasp of himself. 
“Um, well, I…” He scratched his jaw, taking in your anxious face as a line appeared in the middle of his brows, “Depends, really.” And he sees how you chew on your lip, his answer obviously enough to send your mind into a spiral of thoughts. 
“Depends on what…?” You push, readjusting yourself on his legs so that you wouldn’t put so much weight on his thighs. The single movement almost made him forget who he was, his hands almost coming up to your hips to hold you steady where you were.
Eddie faltered. How could he explain this? It’s not as though he was the guy, not like he could get into his mind, dig deep, and look at his desires. If it had been him, he’d never take you to a drive-in theater. He’d take you to that little pizza place you liked so much and buy a whole pizza for the two of you to share. He’d get you ice cream - three scoops if you wanted, and he’d pay for it because he’d never let you spend money when he was there. He’d drive you back home, and drop you off at your front doorstep with a sweet goodbye kiss. But Eddie knew that his fantasy was simply too unrealistic to reach, and if he was trying the be realistic then, yeah, that guy probably did want to have sex after you went to his place. 
“I don’t know sweetheart,” He ran a hand through his hair, something he often did when he was feeling like his whole world was crashing down on him, “If he’s really horned up after the movie then he most likely will want to have some…body boogie.” You groan at his choice of words, falling off of his lap much to his great disappointment as you bury your face into one of his pillows.
“You’re not going to drop that by chance, are you?” Your voice comes out muffled as you refuse to look at him, and he laughs a bit, nudging your side with his elbow as he shakes his head. 
“Over my dead body.” 
You mutter something inaudible to yourself, your nose pressed flat against the fabric of his pillow as you hug it to your chest, rolling over to your side so that your back was facing him. He watches as your back moves up and down with every breath you take, and he wishes he could map all the little birthmarks you had all over your legs and thighs with his lips if you gave him the chance.
“It’s just I think that the only reason he asked me out is that…he wants to get in my pants. Well, to be honest, I think that’s the only reason I got asked out…” You turn around, laying on your back as your hands lay across your stomach, “Whenever I talk to him he always looks like he’s in his own place. And yesterday he barely even acknowledged our date, just the ‘getting to his house part’. And I refuse, you hear me, Munson? I refuse to let him get anywhere near me if that’s the case. It’s only the first date! I barely even know him. I m-mean, what happened to chivalry, you know? What happened to opening car doors, or asking how your day was, or simply just speaking, huh? And you’re probably right! He always stares at my chest when I wear that blue shirt. God, can you imagine? I was going to wear it tomorrow, too! That’d probably get him horned up enough to just tear it-” 
“Whoa! Hey, slow down a bit, yeah?” He held his hands up, a nervous smile on his face as he searched your frantic eyes. Your chest was heaving up and down and you were quickly trying to pick at your nails as you trailed off.
“I don’t understand. If you want to go out on a date with this guy, why are you so…jittery?”
“Jittery?” You raised your brow, your lips turning into a little frown as you squinted at him, “What do you mean, jittery?” 
“Your pupils are dilated, your hands are shaking like crazy. You spoke about fifty words per second back there and you look like you’re about to eat anything that comes at you. If that’s not jittery then I was fucking calm during my presentation last week.” He tried to joke as he nudged your arm with his hand, his eyebrows furrowed in worry as you flop back down, groaning as you jam your palms into your eyes.
The truth was, you had no problem with sleeping with somebody. You wanted it after hearing all your friends rave out their first, second, and third times. It was just that you did want to spend it with some nobody who wouldn’t even remember your name come the next morning. And even though your friends seemed to always like the experience, they never failed to mention how it hurt when the other person never gave a shit about them afterward. 
Call it a wishful mindset but you felt like you had barely any control over how most of your life was spent. And this one thing that you could actually control couldn’t have gotten tainted by a guy who barely even washed his dick.
“I’m not jittery…I’m just having the sudden and impending realization that you’re right and he probably won't even focus on the movie because he only wants to have sex with me and get it over with.” You sink as your own words hit you. 
“You’re overthinking this, Y/n. He probably wouldn’t be able to focus on the movie because he’s too busy looking at the disaster sitting next to him.” He says and you scoff, slapping his chest as he grins triumphantly.
“You don’t understand, Eddie. Every date you’ve gone on has been great. You two always have a splendid time eating your splendid pizza and having splendid conversations. I’ve been on a date with two guys - two guys! The first one couldn’t even count because he showed up ten minutes late to the restaurant and said he had to leave because his mom had a stroke - a fucking stroke! And the second guy had the sudden realization that he was into men halfway into the movie…Eddie, are you even listening?” 
You stopped because as you looked over to Eddie you saw the growing smile on his face, the way he had to try his very hardest to suppress it as little uneven huffs came out of his nose, his lips wobbling as he covered his lower face with his ringed hand. When he caught your angry stare he broke out into a chortle, his arms covering his stomach as your own frown wavered. 
“I’m absolutely hopeless, Eddie. People have changed their preferences because of it!” You gnaw on your tattered lip, weaving your fingers together as you turn your neck over to look at it, the smile on your face falling as it turns into something more melancholy, “Am I really that pathetic?” It comes out as a whisper but it’s enough to carry between your two bodies, enough that Eddie stops laughing and he can almost see himself in the way you torment yourself over this.
He clears his throat, propping himself up on his elbow as he shakes his head, shutting his eyes for a second as his lips pressed together thinly. There was a speech laying at the tip of his tongue and he was prepared to give the monologue of his life to explain to you that you were actually far from pathetic. But he was shy, contrary to popular belief, and he fiddled with the ends of his hair as he said something less blatantly obvious that would showcase his never-ending love for you.
“No, you’re not pathetic, you just have…bad luck when it comes to the people you go after.” It was simple but it still made that little frown on your face disappear as you gave him a sheepish smile. 
“I do?” You bit the inside of your cheek as he huffed out another laugh, nodding as you couldn’t help but mirror it. 
“Rotten luck, sweetheart. Worst I’ve ever seen.” He teases but it’s the kind you love, the kind that cheers you up even when you feel like shit. It’s the sort of Eddie Munson that very few people see, and maybe that’s what makes it even more special.
“You’re right,” You whisper, pouting at the frayed strands of his blanket, “I should probably just give up, hm?” 
“No, don’t give up just…look for people with better traits.” He quickly stammers, cringing as he blushes at the way you look at him, your eyes never leaving his as you try to make out what he was saying.
“Better…traits? Like what, Munson?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Don’t start out with a hoops and laundry baskets player, that’s for sure.” 
“Yeah?” You say with a laugh, sitting up as you scooch a little bit closer to him so that you weren’t so far away, “What else should I look out for?”
“Guys who don’t like Metallica or Iron Maiden,” You mutter out a quiet of course in agreement and he smiles, “Guys who aren’t tatted up, guys who-” 
“Tattoos? That’s a must?” He nods definitely, pointing to his bats. 
“It’s a necessity. How do you expect a guy to commit to you if he can’t commit to something like these, hm? This - this is just skin, really, at the end of the day. You’re a lifelong deal, sweetheart. You tend to stick and never let go.” 
Your confusion melts away into a shy smile, your face heating up in embarrassment as he shoots you a playful, teasing grin. He’s pulling at your strings, waiting to see if he could unravel you.
“Anything else I should be wary of, oh wise one?” He rolls his eyes, shoving your knee as you giggle at the nickname
“Guys who wouldn’t drop what they're doing when you call them if you need anything. Or guys who don’t listen to what you say because believe it or not, you’re really fucking funny. Or - or guys who don’t watch your favorite movie over and over again because it gets “boring”. Guys who don’t appreciate your smile or that weird noise you make when you laugh - which, seriously, you have to get that checked out. I could go on and on, really. I could write my english paper on this shit, you know.” He tries to joke but your eyes are lost somewhere else, a slight glaze to them as your lips part. 
The heat in the room has amplified, and the silence that is carried out between your two bodies is too much to handle. It’s suffocating that your throat closes up, the way your mind is opened and new thoughts are flooding in. His words replay over and over again because your heart is probably twisting them into something more than just a warning of what to be cautious of in people to date. It feels like the sun is drawing closer to this little room out in Hawkin’s trailer park and you don’t want to do anything about it when Eddie’s looking at you like that. Has he always looked at you like that? 
Yes. 
“Um,” Your throat clogs up and you have to clear it, the stick feeling sitting on your tongue much more than nervousness, “Well, that - that eliminates almost every guy in Hawkins, Eddie. Unless you want to count Gareth but,” You breathe deeply through your nose as he never breaks eye contact with you, “I don’t think even I can convince him to watch pretty in pink again.”
“That a bummer.” He mutters, his pink lips looking softer than usual as his finger near your knee taps a little bit on your skin, leaving little goosebumps in its wake as you suddenly feel like your clothes are getting too tight. 
“A real shame, Munson.” 
Eddie gulps audibly, his doe eyes widening as you shift, watching how your shirt hitching up a little bit, giving him a little insight into your supple skin as you readjust it again, your gaze falling onto something to the side because it was just too heavy to hold his.
So he sits up, his jeans wrinkling with his movements, his rings clattering together as you bashfully look back at him, your two hearts seemingly beating in one rhythmic thump. This never happened, not with the two of you, so why, why did it feel like Eddie was suddenly gripping your thoughts with his innocent words.
“Listen, I’m just gonna shoot a thought out into the open, okay? Don’t take it too seriously because I’m rarely thinking straight. I should get that checked out, r-really, but, uh, okay, anyways. It’s just something that, uh, popped into my mind, yeah? Maybe - maybe, there’s somebody else? Not Gareth, or Charly. But somebody who…” He fails to think of a good enough word to explain his thoughts, but you fill in for him with a hesitant, hopeful smile, the same one that reminded him that he could never love anybody more than he loved you.
“...who actually cares?” And he nods, grateful as he gives a weak little huff of a laugh, ducking his head down for a second as small breaths are shared between the diminutive space between your two bodies.
“Yeah, somebody who actually cares.” He repeated breathlessly.
Your eyes trace his smile lines, the crinkle around his eyes as he stares at you. Have they always seen such a brown color, looking like melted chocolate? You couldn't have just discovered that he had a splash of freckles, barely there, only illuminated by the light overhead, across the apple of his cheeks. 
Since when did Eddie Munson look like this?
“Look, what I’m trying to say is…how about,” His smile falters, the confidence he usually has leaving his system as the bits of insecurities accumulating throughout the years bleed through, “How about me? See if I can live up to the Munson name? I’m really good at being a gentleman, you just haven’t seen that side of me…yet, maybe, possibly…?” 
You don’t say anything, and the silence freaks him out more, so he continues to ramble on. 
“Actually, let me backtrack a bit. I’m sorry, really sorry. I just talk out of my ass a lot. I was smoking earlier and must still be on a high o-or something, that has to be it. Just forget I e-ever said that, okay-” But you cut him off, leaning your body in by a bit so that your noses bumped against each other, your hand having to come up to his chest for balance as you smash your lips against his. 
It almost seems unreal, the way everything seems to unfold. 
He stammers, pulling away a little as his lips ghost over yours. Your chest heaves with uneven breaths and your lipstick’s all smudged, but you’ve never looked more beautiful to him. He watches as you readjust your position a bit so that you were resting on your knees, your hands crawling around his shoulder almost in a shy manner, terrified that you had read the room wrong. Your lips rest whispers away from him, and Eddie knows that as crazy of a person he is, there is no way in hell that he’d ever be going to let you go again. 
So he pushes back into you, the force almost causing you to tumble down on his mattress had it not been for his hands supporting your back. It was feverish, needy, how the two of you moved against each other. You felt your teeth clash, his hair ticking your face as he moved his hands up to gently cup your jaw, the motion was slight but it made all the butterflies in your stomach multiply by tenfold. 
His tongue swipes against yours, and you let out a quiet moan as it slips into your mouth. His hands go down to your waist, tugging up your shirt so that they could grip at the skin underneath. You don’t miss the little groan he lets out when he moves you closer to his chest, unknowingly moving your knee against his growing bulge. 
“Shit, Eddie, I…” Your eyes shut as you feel his lips trail a wet kiss from your mouth to your jaw, moving as his thumb tilts your head up to reveal the column of your neck to him, “I don’t know how to…” And you trail off, another moan escaping your lips when he lightly bites at your pulse point. 
But even in his delirious state Eddie can still hear, and so he lets go, looks up at you in slight confusion as his tongue pokes out from his swollen lips, his thumbs holding onto your hips with such care that you don’t know why you never initiated this earlier.
“What do you um,” His fingers draw small patterns on your heated skin, “What do you mean?” 
You duck your head down into his chest, and he smiled to himself at how cutely you clutched at his old band shirt, your cheek pressed against the fabric as you gave him a tiny shrug. 
“I’m kinda, uh, clean in this department, Munson,” You look up at him with those eyes that make him go insane and he almost forgets how to control himself, but he still doesn’t seem to understand what you were trying to say, “Catch my drift?” You ask awkwardly as you fiddled with the string of his ripped jeans. 
“But I thought…” His forehead knocked against yours, his nose bumping with yours as you felt a small smile grow on your face, “You said you had your first kiss with Sean Oman…right?” 
“Well, you were telling me all about your experiences and I felt left out so I just, well, made up a little…fib.” 
“A fib?” He repeats slowly and you nod, embarrassed that you’d actually have to tell him this, and you could see how the gears in his head were turning as he pursed his lips, “So you’re telling me you haven’t slept with Harrington either?” And his tone is accusing but he still can’t help but grin because of how embarrassed you are. 
“Come on, Munson,” You press another kiss to his lips because now that you know what it’s like the seconds adding up after each one is getting addicting, “You couldn’t really have believed that I slept with somebody like Harrington.” 
“I’d never doubt that Harrington would want to be with you,” Edde argues as kisses you again. This time, it’s slow and sweet, and his lips are as soft against yours as your hands come up to toy with the strands of hair against his back, “Who wouldn’t? Have you taken a good look in the mirror?” 
You giggle as you nod, and he presses a kiss to your cheek, moving up so that he kisses above your eyelid, anywhere that he could reach as you felt every nerve in your body yearn to feel his lips on your skin. 
“Then I guess I’ll have to make you look again.” He trails off and you feel him stop. You whine a bit as he looks back down at you, his face suddenly overcome by a new emotion as he purses his lips a bit. 
“Wait, so, um…if I’m getting this, what you’re saying is that you’re a - a…” He breathes deeply through his nose and it takes everything in him not to go crazy at the thought, “You’re a virgin?”
Embarrassment floods your senses as you slowly nod, not able to get it out as he lets out a little gasp of shock, his cheeks flushing red as if he were the one in your position. 
“Y/n, I…” He falters as he looks down, “I don’t want to be the one that…takes it. I m-mean, you want it to be with someone important, right? And I can’t imagine that it’s ever been something you’d look forward to… losing your virginity in a trailer that constantly smells like cheap cologne and weed. Sweetheart, I don’t want this to be s-something that you regret because-” 
“Eddie,” You turned his face so that he was looking at you. Your thumb finds his cheek, and you rub up and down slowly, your own bottled-up emotions spilling out as you give him a weak laugh, “You are that important someone. Shit, I-I can’t imagine it being anybody else, you know? I probably trust you with my life and…listen, Eds, what I’m trying to say is...if you’re okay with it, I am too.” The smile you give him could power up his weak self for decades to come and even then he could run on the mere thought of your words playing endlessly in your mind.
He feels like maybe, somehow, this is his own heaven. That he waited long enough to feel you kissing him as if time was running out as if the world was going to stop spinning and the two of you only had so many minutes left to make the most of it.
“You’re sure?” He’s chewing on his lips nervously because deep down he knows that there’s no way you’d want this. You're miles away from his league, lightyears ahead of someone he could even call a friend. He wanted your first time to be somewhere meaningful, somewhere that he could confess his yearning feelings and have you listen. But even now you seemed to be content with him, pulling him closer to your body.
A beat follows and you slowly nod. 
“Yeah…let’s see if you can live up to the Munson name.”
The two of you are terribly coordinated, but it results in laughs and giggles as you fall back onto his bed with you situated on his lap, just like you were earlier in the night but this time with much more feelings behind the action. 
“Getting a little bit of déjà vu right now, no?” He muttered and you snorted, your hands moving across his chest as you eagerly tried to lift it up. You couldn’t have done it without his help but Eddie still looks at you as if you’ve hung the moon and stars, “Huh…” He moves up your shirt, pointing to the area around your stomach, “You have a birthmark here. It’s cute-”
“You talk a lot for somebody who’s about to get very lucky, Munson.” You say, cutting him off with a laugh and he does the same, straddling your hips in his large hands as he moves you to be over his crotch, letting out a little moan as you rub against his erection. 
You pause for a second as you take him in, your head tilting to the side as you give a smile far too innocent for the situation he was in. After all these years of knowing Eddie, you had how you’re suddenly coming to realize just how pretty he was, how his skin was soft and his tattoos trail further down than you thought. 
“Hey,” He muttered, tapping your cheek as he shot you a shy smile, “Everything good so far? Want to stop?” 
“No, no,” You stutter out, nervous as he waits for you to gather yourself up, “It’s just that…you’re really nice to look at, Munson.” 
He groans out at your confession, blushing an even deep red. His lips pout slightly as he brings your hands up to his lips, pressing kisses against your knuckles and fingers, kissing your palm and wrist as he tries to cover every inch of your skin with himself.
“Well, Y/n, you are just simply irresistible.” 
“...really?” Your voice is small in the open space of his room, suddenly shy with the amount of attention you were receiving all at once. Especially because this attention was so tooth-rottenly sweet that you felt like you could melt into a little puddle and still be happy.
“More captivating than anything I’ve ever seen in my life, sweetheart. Swear it on my life. And my guitar.” 
And you giggle, rubbing at your eyes as you try to convince yourself that this was really happening. And it was because the more you moved the more Eddie’s smile fell and turned into something more sinful, something that reminded you that the two of you were about to cross a line into unknown territory.
“O-oh, fuck, wait,” Eddie groans at the way you rub your aching cunt up and down his jeans, your own cunt clenching at the mere thought of having him inside you, “That’s - that’s, fuck, you don’t have to do that.” He's lying because he can’t seem to make you stop, only gripping your ass with more strength as he moves you up and down, guiding you on how to ride him to maximize both of your pleasures.
“Eddie,” You whimper as your clit rubs against his sheathed cock, the sensation more tantalizing than anything your fingers have given you, “You’re - you’re gonna have to walk me through some things b-because I’m a little bit clueless when it comes to this.” You try to laugh but it turns into a breathy moan as Eddie lifts your shirt up, easily taking it off as you lift your arms up for him. 
You let out another whimper as he sees your bra, his hands moving up to trace the delicate lace around your breasts, his own brain shutting down as some carnal desire bleeds into rational thought as he expertly unclasps it in a swift motion. 
“Eddie!” You squeal when your bra falls down your arms, your hands subconsciously covering your chest as you laugh in shock, “Give me a little warning before you do something like - like that.” And it’s not that you're mad, no, you could never be mad at Eddie. It’s the fact that nobody's ever seen you in such a vulnerable and open position before. But he didn’t even have to speak, the simple way he looked up at you adoringly was enough to soothe your tense nerves. 
“Sorry,” He bites out, biting his lips when he gently takes your wrists in his hands as he looks up at you, “Tell me if I’m going too fast, okay?” His words are so sweet you think that they must be dipped in honey. He can coax you out of any state you’re in and put you in a mindless trance. So the only thing you can do is nod as your hands fall back down to his naked chest, holding you up as he slowly reaches up.
Your breasts are soft against the rough padding of his fingertips after years of playing guitar, molding to his every touch and squeeze as your eyes flutter shut at the alien sensation. You feel him wanting to go slow, not wanting to push your boundaries as he flicked his thumb over your nipples. Your stomach clenches and he notes the movement, so he does it again, this time quicker, and to both of them. He can see how your lips are trembling, your hands gripping onto him with every fiber of your being. 
“So fucking pretty, holy - fuck,” It’s so soft that he feels that his jeans are growing obnoxiously tight, and everything around him seems to be spinning, “You're so s-soft and so fucking sweet, god, you’re gonna - gonna make me cum by just looking at you.” 
His hands trail up your back, pushing you a little bit down and he meets you halfway in another kiss, swiping his tongue against your lips as he groans at the taste of your spit, hungrily licking it up because he couldn’t get enough of it.
Precum stains his boxers as he feels your bare chest rub against his, your nipples driving him crazy as he cups your ass, grinding you on his dick as he kisses your neck, leaving wet splotches in his wake as he sucks marks along the line of your collarbone. The feeling is foreign to you, but each time he bites and sucks at your supple skin you feel yourself clench your thighs together, running your hand through his hair as you try to bring him closer, not able to get enough of the feeling.
“Wait, wait,” He stammers, stopping your hips as you whine against his neck, but he only smiles at your skin, kisses the top of your breasts as he tries to hold you in place, “I need to prep you first.”
And your brows furrowed in confusion at what that meant, but before you could even question him, Eddie’s grippe your thighs, flipping you around on the bed as you let out a little yelp at the sudden change. He moves so that your legs are in between his, and he gently spreads your knees apart, your breasts heaving up and down as you watch him flash you a little wink.
His hands move up to your stomach, stopping at the waistbands of your shorts as he looks up at you, waiting for your confirmation. When you give him a tentative nod, he gently tugs it down, giving you a knowing smile as you lift your legs up for him. You watch with a lovesick grin as he carefully folds them up, placing them to the side as he pats your knees, giving you a little kiss as his thumb runs dangerously low to your covered clit. 
“Polka dot panties, huh?” He murmurs and you groan, your hands going up to cover your eyes as he chuckles, “What? It’s cute, nothing to be ashamed about, sweetheart.”
You mutter something and he can't make it out, but he still smiles, letting go of your knee as he rests it out on the bed, relaxing down onto the covers as his fingers trail up your bare thighs, gripping and kneading them as he kisses the skin leading up to your most sensitive part. 
“Shit, this shit’s gonna drive me crazy, y’know that, right? Only thing I’m gonna think about for the next couple of months is this, and your skin that’s just so fucking s-soft, shit. Fuck, and this?” He cups your mound as you squirm around at the feeling, his fingers trailing up and down where your folds would be as presses down, a moan falling from his lips as he sees a wet patch forming between his fingers, “More fucking addictive than anything I’ve ever seen. Don’t think I’m ever gonna let you go after this, yeah? You’re so fucking perfect, you d-drive me crazy - fuck - every day, and you don’t even know it,” He presses a kiss to your cunt and your breathing nearly stips as he plays with the hem, “Think you’ll let me take these off for you sweetheart?” 
The only thing you can give him is a nod and a mess of words that fall from your lips as he gently tugs them down, your panties almost stuck to the slick that you’ve produced in these past couple of minutes as Eddie almost drops dead at the sight of your bare pussy. He tugs them down your legs, placing them next to your shorts as he takes in a shuddering heave.
You’re more beautiful than he could have ever imagined, and he knows that this is going to be a night he’ll never forget for the rest of his life. He watches as your walls flutter around nothing, your cunt clenching as you seem to just be waiting for him.
“Oh, f-fuck,” He mutters as he rubs at your essence, “You’re making a mess already and I haven’t even touched you. Shit, you’re gonna make me go crazy.” His pointer finger trails up and down your lips, and sweat little moans Espace your mouth as he continues to map out the delicate skin of your cunt. 
“Is it okay if I stretch you out a little bit? I have to prepare you, sweetheart, don’t wanna hurt you. I’ll be slow, okay?” He breathes deeply, his eyes turning a dark brown, almost black as he takes in the sight of your naked body lying underneath him.
“O-okay, Eddie, p-please…just touch me…” You can barely talk in your uneven breaths, and Eddie will gladly soak in that at a later time, but he knows that now is not the time to do it. So he obliges, taking his long finger as he gently and carefully pushes it into your pussy, the two of you letting out moans as he feels you instantly sucking him in. 
“Alright - oh shit, wait,” He stops, and you look back down at him to see him wringing the rings off of his rings, a little pile collecting in his palm after he’s done taking them all off. You watch as he looks around, not knowing where to put them as you wave your hand in front of his face. 
“I can be the ring bearer…if you want, of course.” You whisper, hating your choice of words as his eyes widen for a second. 
But then a boyish grin breaks onto his face as he gives you a slight nod, pulling your hand closer to him as he begins to stack the rings on different fingers, his own little system to where they all went. When he was done he could barely breathe straight and you had to tap his forehead to get him back into reality again.
“So fucking hot, damn,” He murmurs, kissing the back of your hand as he goes back to what he was doing, his bare and slender finger pushing past your entrance as he caught you off - guard, “Sweetheart, you’re - you’re so fucking tight,” He murmurs as he curls his finger a bit, your eyes rolling back into your head as he hits that spongy spot inside of you, “You're sucking in in s-so well, Y/n, you’re doing amazing, k-keep on doing that, fuck.” 
“E-Eddie…!” Your toes curl as he adds in another finger, his tongue finding your swollen clit as he gives it a slow kitten lick, his eyes widening as he laps up more and more of your sweet taste, “S-so good! Fuck, that’s so good…mph!” You try to muffle your cries with your hand, biting down on the back of it as he pumps his fingers in and out, your eyes never leaving the way a string of you connects his fingers to your entrance. 
He goes a little bit quicker, slurping around your clit as the obscene noise fills your ears, making you almost go numb until that was the only thing you could hear.
“Eddie, faster, go faster…please!” And it’s not like you to beg, you normally like working hard for something, but Eddie can’t even find it in himself to taunt you right now as you unravel so beautifully under him, your tits jiggling as you hopelessly ride his fingers. 
“Whatever you want.” 
So he quickened his pace, his fingers curling up and continuously hitting your g-spot as you grow wetter around him, his tongue coming down as his thumb occupies your swollen bundle of nerves. His muscle helps out with his fingers, whatever room there was left he swirling it around, feeling up your walls as your legs began to shudder around him. 
“F-fuck, Eddie, that feels so fucking good!” Your fingers move into his hair, wrapping around his curls as you begin to move him up and down, controlling the pace and where you want him to be as you wrap your legs around his torso. He can feel the coldness of his rings bite at his skin, the temperature difference making him hiss out, but he knows he can’t get enough of the feeling.
“Y-yeah? Well, I can fucking feel it. You’re soaking. Wouldn’t be surprised if my bedsheets are all ruined after this,” He kissed your clit as his fingers went even faster, “Go on - do it. Make a fucking a mess. I wanna see you cum. Wanna see you cum so bad. Come on, you can do it. You’re such a fucking good girl f’me, listening to everything I say.” He grubs as your walls clench around him even tighter, his tongue coating in your sweetness as he can't seem to get enough of the taste. 
It’s all so filthy, you mindlessly note. How he’s eating out like you were his last meal and he practically needs you to survive. Everything he’s doing is enough to make you grow wetter around him, and you know it’s only so much longer away until he drives you to your breaking point. 
“Eddie, I’m - I’m gonna…” Your tongue lolls out as you feel it all washing over you, your first climax of the night causing you to almost lose sense in everything that wasn’t focused on Eddie as you cum around his finger
“There you go, y-yeah, fuck! That’s it, come on princess.” He stammers, egging you on as you spasm around him, your cunt clenching down on him so tightly that you refuse to let him go. He can see white painting his fingers, and the sight of your cum almost makes him release himself all over his boxers, and it takes a lot of willpower to control himself as he slowly brings his finger out of your fluttering hole. 
“Holy fucking shit,” He whispers, looking at the mess underneath you as his eyes rake back up to you, “You good up there?” 
“Just p-peachy, Munson.” You say, mirroring his old words and he chuckles, crawling back up to you as his thumbs rub at your chin. He moves it down for you and you comply, feeling him stick his two fingers flat down on your tongue as you close your mouth around him. You moan at the tangy taste of yourself on him, swirling your tongue around him as his pants tighten at the feeling, everything about this just so fucking hot that he hopes he has it engrained in every single nook and cranny of his memory. 
“You’re gonna make me cream my pants if you keep doing that,” He whispers and you smile up innocently, your eyes wide as if to ask: me? 
He brings his fingers out as you release him with a pop, and he leans down to press a chaste kiss against your lips, your essence, your saliva, and everything else mixing with his as you two fall into a trance at the addicting taste.
He goes to say something but stops when he feels your hands trailing down, pawing at the zipper of his jeans as he almost collapses on top of you. 
But he controls himself, his hand circling around your wrist as he brings it up to his lips, kissing or fingers as he runs a hand adoringly across your cheeks, feeling like every emotion he’s been keeping to himself for so long was spilling out in his movements. 
“But…” You trail off, your lips turning into a frown in confusion as Eddie stops you, “I just want to help,” You cock a brow at the tent in his jeans, “And it really looks like you need it, Munson.” 
He laughs, kissing your forehead as he shakes his head in strange defiance. 
“As much as I would love, believe me, I would probably be over the moon any other day but,” He looks at you so adoringly, with so much care, and maybe even love in his eyes that you feel like you’re caught in a trance, “I don’t want you doing this for your first time, okay? Just let me take care of everything, yeah? And then…maybe, if you’d like, I can show you how to do it a-another time?” 
You nod against his lips, your hands curling around his neck as you bring him down, feeling like your chest is about to explode from everything he’s making you feel.
“Another time, really? You promise?” And you say it like you couldn’t believe he’d want to spend more time with you, however outrageous the thought is. Because in your mind you simply can’t fathom how somebody like him could want to make more space for you. Fuck, if only you knew he’d really attempt to move mountains (really, he would) if you asked him to.
“Oh,” He scoffs, his thumbs making little parentheses against the growing crown of your lips, “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” 
You grin, and you slowly watch through half-lidded eyes as he ducks down, making another wet trail of kisses from the valley of your breasts, taking his time as he goes down to your stomach, his hands gripping at your love handles as he suddenly stops, remembering that he was still clothed waist down. 
He unbuckles his belt, slowly unraveling it from his jeans as he throws it aside into a corner of his room. Eddie then goes to his jeans, groaning slightly as he shuffles a bit, taking them off next as they join his belt. 
But what you were waiting for most was him as he found the top of his boxers, a bead of precum staining through them, a telltale sign that he must have been torturously edging himself this entire time. 
You watch him silently, your uneven breaths filling the air as he tugs them down, his cock springing free as he sighs in relief at the feeling. 
You didn’t know what to expect, school never really taught you much other than how to put a condom on, but it certainly wasn’t this. He was huge, and you were definitely sure that as much as your friend likes to rave about their boyfriends, Eddie would beat them all by a mile. 
He was long, a being traveling up to mean his angry, leaking head. There was a little tuft of brown curls waiting at his base, his ball sack hanging low as you licked your lips at the sight. It all happens in a matter of seconds but you feel like eons pass before Eddie does anything. 
“Remind me to buy some film, yeah? Wanna take a picture of you like this. Need something to give my wallet to some company.” 
“You’re a tease, Munson. You say this and you’d probably cream on the spot whenever you’d open it.” 
He scoffs, shaking his head as he swipes at your knees, the joyous smile on your face melting the apprehension in the room. He leans over your chest, looking for the drawer on his bedside table as he pulls it out, searching around for the box of condoms. 
He pulls it out, shaking the box a bit as you watch him visibly sink with disappointment.
“What?” You ask, worried at his sudden change in attitude.
“I’m out.” He murmurs in a dejecting tone as he sinks to his knees, his hair falling around his shoulder as he throws the box angrily at his lampshade. 
Your brows furrow as you sit up, resting back on your elbows as you fiddle with his necklace, moving his guitar pick around as you shrug, giving him a sheepish and wavering look as you pout a little bit. 
“Can't you just…pull out?” 
His eyes fall to yours as his lips part. 
“Pull out?” 
You squint, looking over to his window as you try not to smile.
“Yeah, just…pull out. Finish on my boobs or face, whatever you prefer.” 
Eddie’s mouth runs dry at the thought, huffing out a little laugh for your sake. Going raw in you for the first time, feel you all around him as he finishes in white ropes, marking you with his seed. It’s enough to put him in a little trance, and you have to snap in front of his face to snap him out of it. 
“That could work…right?” You watch as he nods slowly, thoughts running through his head as he gives a tentative nod at your idea. 
“It’s not safe, sweetheart. Don’t want to risk it.” He cups your face, his thumbs moving across your face as heat blossoms in their wake.
“I can take something tomorrow.” 
Eddie still looks unsure, but you move his jaw so that he is looking at you, not wanting him to get lost in his own little world as his thoughts spiral. 
“It’s okay, Eddie, p-please, just whatever you do… please just fuck me tonight. I don’t think I’ll be able to make it if you d-dont.” It’s the truth because Eddie finally had his hold on you, and you didn't know that if he didn’t do it with you tonight if you’d ever be able to feel the same you were as you felt with him right now.
“Are you sure?” 
You nod, giving him a small smile as you crawl up to his lap, situating your entrance right above him as his eyes flutter shut as he feels his head running up against your bare cunt. 
“Never been more sure in my life.”
He groans, his hands coming back to your hips as he nods with you, giving up his resolve as he slowly pushes you down while moving himself up, a string of curses falling from his lips as he feels your wetness around him, the feeling of you clenching on his cock ingraining into both of your minds. 
“F-fuck! That’s so fucking amazing, I’m gonna, gonna go insane. You’re clenching so tightly, and fuck,” He whines at the way your cunt looks swallowing his dick whole, “You look so fucking beautiful right now, Y/n, wish I could take a picture. Wish this could last forever - shit - you’re t-tight. You have to let me know if I’m hurting you, okay?” He stays in you for a couple of seconds, wanting you to get adjusted to his size as your walls get used to him.
“Okay, okay Eddie…please, can you please just go f-faster?” He almost loses his grip on you as the words tumble out of your mouth. 
“Yeah, just,” He grips your ass, pulling you up as he gives up, losing all the control he had as he ushes up in you in one swift motion, dirty moans falling from your lips as his hips begin to thrust up into you, the feeling a little painful but deliriously amazing, “Fuck, sweetheart you- you feel so good! Better than anything I could have imagined. You’re so fucking perfect for me, j-just like you were made for this cock. You were, y-yeah? Made all for me?” You quickly nod against his neck, your wet lips finding his collarbone as you suck onto his skin, not knowing how to control your moans as he sets the pace for the two of you. 
“You’re so good, Eddie!” You cry, your eyes watering as little tears fall down your cheek, watching your chin as the salty flavor fall against his chest, “S’big, Eddie. S’big and so fucking g-good!”
“Oooh, fuck, you’re clenching down on me so fucking tightly, Y/n, just, just fuck,” He groans, his cock pulsating inside you as he feels your essence slick down to coat his balls, “Shit, you’re so dirty. This is so fucking dirty, yeah? You feeling g-good, sweetheart?” 
“S’good Eddie!” Your cry out, “I can’t - can’t feel anything other than your cock, Eds!” Your words slur together as his hand travels down to your clit, rubbing at it quickly as your eyes roll back at all the different sensations.
Your moans travel around him, filling up the room as he whines into your ear, biting at your lobe as everything becomes too much for him. The way your walls gripped up on him, the way his vein dragged up and down, his head continuously hitting your g-spot, you felt like you could die right here and die happy. 
It’s all so much as he continues to fuck into you, his dick filling you up so nicely that everything felt like a fever dream. 
“You’re clenching down on me so t-tightly. Are you gonna cum? Come on sweetheart, cum f’me, you can do it, fuck, I know you can…”
“Eddie! Eddie, I’m g-gonna, Eddie, I’m….ohhh!” You wail out, seeing white as your toes curl, your nails digging into his back as your climax suddenly hits you as you gush around him, spraying his abdomen as he almost collapses at the feeling of you cumming around him. 
“Fuck, fuck, holy mother of all that is g-good…” He pulls out, his own release painting your tits white, some of it spraying across your chin as he sets you down on the mattress, the two of you heaving heavily as try to come to terms with what just happened. 
He swipes at his cum, dragging his finger back up to your lips, just as he did before as you suck it off, the salty taste something you knew you’d get addicted to as you suck his pointer finger clean.
His eyes travel across your naked and wrecked body, how your release is spilled underneath you, tainting his bedsheets into a deeper color as your breasts are covered in what was left of him. Everything just looked so sinful, so wrong, and so unlike the two of you. But even with that, it all just felt so fucking good. 
“Hey, you there Munson?” You tapped his thigh, dragging your finger up and down the muscle as you massaged it a bit.
“In the flesh.” He teased, kissing you again as he taps your cheek, moving off of you as his dick grows soft. He looks around his bed for a clean towel and he grins in triumph when he finds his own, just fresh from the wash as he brings it up to your covered chest. 
He wipes at your face, smiling at your fuck out expression as he loving stares back at you. 
“Everything feel alright?” He asks, worried that he was too rough, too fast, and too mean for your first time, but you give him a happy shake of your head, your lips pulling back to reveal that gorgeous smile that always made his stomach flutter. 
“Better than alright.” You answer, your hands going to find him as you give it a little squeeze. 
Eddie stares at your chest until he clears his throat, finding your shirt as he passes it to you, covering up your exposed breasts almost as though he hadn’t been going crazy over them minutes ago.
Seconds pass, and now quiet fills the once loud room. The two of you can’t seem to bring yourself to speak in worry of ruining whatever flame it was that was just sparked moments ago. 
Years spent as friends never prepared the two of you for something like this. His chest and forehead are lined with sweat, and you doubt you look any better as you feel your mascara and eyeliner smudging underneath your eyes. Everything was just so filthy that it felt out of place for how sweet and innocent your friendship used to be. 
But the more you look at him the more your heart betrays you. 
In the moments between whatever that was, you saw glimpses of Eddie you could never see as just being his friend. You saw his slow and caring side, the one that made the feelings in you turn into a pulp of a ball because you knew nobody else would treat you with the tenderness Eddie Munson did. 
And so it freaked you out. What if you lost him after this? Would he even look at you? It’s difficult, you know, for the two of you to pretend like nothing ever happened. But it’s slow and impending as the realization hits you. It’s that you never want to forget this. You never want to forget the way Eddie Munson held you with such gentleness, or kissed you with such fever that you felt like you’d go dizzy if it wasn’t for his strong arms.
“Want your rings back?” You ask. It’s a simple question but it works to lighten the mood. You watch Eddie grin, looking at your hands bared in his own sort of mark as he shakes his head. 
“Hold on to them a little bit longer f’me?” 
You smile to yourself, twirling the pieces around on your fingers as you wait for him to say something else. You knew that if it came down to the two of you, Eddie was always more confident, but right now, he seemed more closed off than you’ve ever seen him. 
“So…what now?” You quietly say, your fingers fiddling with each other as you glance over at him.
The question hands heavy in the air as the two of you wonder the same thing. 
Eddie looks down, tenseness filling his shoulder that maybe this was it. This was the end of your friendship, and there was no way to recover from this because honestly, how could you? It’d be too awkward to continue as just friends, and he didn’t know if you felt the same way about him as he felt for you.
He didn’t want to lose you. He knew that if he had to, he’d just put this memory on the back burner. Pretend like it never happened. But the gut feeling in him, the one that perhaps even started this whole mess in the first place, was telling, no, begging him to continue. To see what happens if he pushes the limits of what “just friends” do.
“Well,” He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes finding yours as he shot a tiny smile, “If you want… I can still live up to that Munson name. O-only if you want me to, of course.” He starts out, simple enough so that you could reject the idea if you didn't want to go any further. 
But your head tilts to the side, a hopeful smile making its way onto your face as something teasing gleams in the irises of your eyes. 
“Oh yeah?” Your brows raise as he nods, scoffing that you could even question the Munson name. Your question spurs him on more, and he chuckles, nodding at your sliver of doubt as his thumb rubs across your cheek.
“Yeah,” He pokes your side as you let out a little giggle, the two of you easing into something that was in between friends and something more, “I’d take you to the carnival, the one right outside Hawkins. I’d win you one of those obnoxiously big stuffed penguins because you’d want one, right?” You nod, giggling as he continues, some of his confidence returning as he steadies himself back down on the mattress, his hands moving quickly as he tries to paint the picture for you. 
“Then I’d take you for some ice cream. Or sundaes, if you’re up for it after all the popcorn I shove down your throat,” You laugh out loud, the sound carefree as your eyes are wide in clear joy, and Eddie can’t help but laugh too as he continues, “We can watch that new Tom Cruise movie, what is it, Top Gun? Yeah?” You’re laughing loudly at his silly antics, no longer worried about what’s going to happen because you want to see what Eddie’s going to do. 
“And after the movies, I can drop you off at your house, give you a little good night kiss as I sail home on my van.” 
You beam up at him, sitting on your knees as you try to match his height, pretending to contemplate and think about his most delightful offer as Eddie begins to wrap his arms around your waist. 
“That’s only if you’re willing to take a chance on me, though. Are you up for it, sweetheart?” 
And there was no possible way to say no to him as you leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you as you giggled against the kiss, your arms steadying themselves on his shoulder as you told him all he needed to know. 
“Never letting go of you, Munson. Said it yourself; I stick and never let go.” 
He chuckles into the kiss, his smile radiating, brighter than any light in the room as he held you there in his arms, not ready to let go of you because at that moment he knew he never could.
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Come On, Come On, Darling
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Summary: A late night out with friends, and an uncomfortably deep talk has Eddie thinking about you. He just hopes you're thinking about him the same way.
Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Warning: fluff, slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, best friends to lovers, drinking, Eddie being an absolute angel and a gentleman, reader does Eddie's make up (you're welcome), pet names ( I overuse "princess," sue me), the rest of the ST gang all being happy, season 4 never happened here, Wayne being oddly insightful and a good uncle, more plot than anything, but smut will happen in part 3, and a partridge in a pear tree.
Word Count: 4,039
A/N: I started this a while ago, hated it, took a break from it, came back and finished it — bon appetit. Bahaha! No, the break from it was much needed. I think I was tired when I said it was awful, because upon review it wasn't that bad. I love this one, you guys. I'm jealous of them. I'm jealous of the fictional couple that I created. I hope you guys like this one! Part 3 will have ze smut, so you have to be patient and polite as you wait for it hehe. Let me know what you think! Reblog, comment, send an ask, a carrier pigeon, a singing telegram— really anything. Ok! I love you!
Kisses 💋
—K
Part I. Series Masterlist Part III
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The sound of random tinkering and a distant radio at the end of Mack’s Auto Garage welcomed you with a familiar warmth. Cars and trucks littered the parking lot and garage, random parts and pieces that made absolutely no sense to you sprawled out over the work benches. Eddie had a morning shift today, much to his dismay, but when money calls— he answers. Parking next to his decrepit van, you fiddle with the strap of your bag as you meander through the concrete workspace looking for him. You hear him long before you see him.
“Where did I put it? Son of a—“
“Missing something, Munson?” You interrupted Eddie’s nearly frantic search of his locker, his head snapping up in surprise. His normally untamed hair was pulled back into a low bun (with a scrunchie that looks suspiciously like the one you misplaced two weeks ago) with his favorite bandana tied around his brow to keep the sweat off. The dark blue coveralls with his name etched in red thread on his left chest were unzipped at his waist, a plain white t-shirt adorning his chest, oil and dirt smeared into the fabric were he wiped his hands clean on his thighs. 
“Yeah, my freaking lighter. That thing must have finally grown legs and ran off or some shit,” he rambles and resumes to pat down the pockets of his leather jacket. “What are you doing here?”
“You left this in my car,” you slip the silver flip lighter from the back pocket of your black jeans and wiggle it between your thumb and index finger, “figured you’d need it sooner than later.”
“Oh, you’re a beautiful, gracious, and kind woman,” he groans dramatically with relief, happily taking the lighter from you. You chuckle and lean against the hood of the car at his bench, Eddie following suit. He pops a cigarette into his mouth and lights it swiftly, taking a long drag, his eyes shut as he holds it in at the top, and slowly blowing out a wispy cloud of smoke. 
“Jesus Christ, you have no idea how badly I needed that,” he grumbles before bringing it back to his lips, “you’re a lifesaver.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Oh. Yeah, you, too, Sweets, thanks,” he teases with a coy smile. You playfully shove his shoulder, making him laugh around the cigarette. “We still on for drinks later with Steve and them?”
“7, right?” He hums an affirmative, “yeah, that sounds good,” you glance at the clock on the wall, “Shit, I gotta go, my shift starts soon.”
“Okay,” he nods, crushing out the partially spent cigarette in the ashtray on his bench as you fish your keys out of your jacket pocket. “Wear that cute top, the black one that hangs off your shoulders,” he calls out after you as you walk away.
“Why?” You chuckle and turn to look at him while you walk backwards, the move alone made Eddie think you were the coolest fucking chick that ever graced this floating space rock. 
“It’s pretty,” he shrugged casually as he slung the arms of his coveralls back on, but you noticed the soft dusting of color along his cheeks. 
“Fine, but only if you tuck your shirt into your pants,” you bargain and point at him from your spot at the mouth of the garage. He groans, making you laugh. 
“I’m going to look like a loser!” He whines, failing to hide his smile at your giggling. 
“That’s the point! I’ll see you then, Gomer,” you tease and finally get to your car, if you stayed any longer you’d definitely be late for your shift at the record shop. 
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You heard his van pull into your driveway just as you were finishing the last bit of your eye makeup. You always went light with the mascara and eyeliner for the sake of being comfortable, and it made washing your face a lot easier at the end of the night. The sound of Eddie’s keys jingling was followed by his bright voice calling your name. When you came out of your room, you found him sitting on your counter, munching on a bag of chips. 
“Oo, look at you all prettied up,” he coos around a mouthful of Doritos. You feel your face heat up ever so slightly at his words, you did feel pretty. The knit, long sleeve black top that Eddie had requested clung to your shape deliciously, precisely the reason he loved it so much. The neckline was low enough to show off your collarbones and bits of your shoulder, and gave you the perfect opportunity to show off the pendant necklace that Eddie got for your graduation present years ago. Tight ripped black jeans matched Eddie’s own pair down to the black studded belt, except you swapped out your comfortable pair of converses for a chunky black boot. Eddie was positive: you were the coolest chick to ever live. 
“I was going to say the same thing about you, Munson,” you chuckle and take him in, he does a little twirl. He wore his classic black jeans and handcuff belt, a staple in Eddie’s uniform. A black AC/DC t shirt hugged his sturdy torso and was neatly tucked into his jeans, just like you asked. You gotta admit: he did not look like a loser. He never did. 
“Ya think so? I was worried that my jacket didn’t match my purse,” he jokes. 
“No, no, they do, don’t worry,” you soothe and try to hide your smile. Suddenly, you speak before your mind can catch up with what you’re saying. “Do you want some eyeliner?”
“What?” Eddie chuckles, licking the Dorito dust from his fingers. You swallow and decide, fuck it, you already asked.
“Do you want some eyeliner? I think it would… look nice,” you stutter out as smoothly as you can. He thinks it over for a brief second before he nods casually. 
“Yeah, sure, why not,” Eddie manages to sound calm, much to his surprise. His heart may have skipped a few beats at your small compliment. 
The next thing he knows you have him sat at your vanity, facing you as you stand in between his legs. One hand gently cups his jaw while the other wields a stick of your favorite black eyeliner. You try your best not to get lost in the feeling of his stubble scratching at your palm or the warmth of his hands on your outer thighs, and focus on drawing in the darkness around his eyes. Eddie sits as still as he can, the last thing he wants is to lose an eye. He trusts you completely, it’s his fidgeting that he doesn’t trust. 
“Ok, close your eyes for me,” you say softly, the closeness brought your voice to a hushed whisper. Eddie shut his eyes without a second thought, he listened to the steady inhale and exhale as you stood in front of him. Eddie was unfairly gorgeous, his sweeping eyelashes, the placid expression that soothed his face coupled with the calm trust that surrounded you both made your heart flutter and your knees buckle. Steeling your nerves, you carefully applied the makeup along his upper lashes. “Alright, open. Look up, please.”
Eddie stared up at the ceiling, trying his best not to flinch as you brought the product under his lashes. He wished so badly to be able to watch you, you were so cute when you concentrated on things. Your eyebrows furrowed, drawn together in concentration, and your face set in an oddly serious expression. With one last smudge of eyeliner, you pulled back with a smile. 
“All done. What d’ya think?” You ask and put your makeup away as he turns to look in the mirror. 
“Not bad, not bad. What do you think?” He quirks an eyebrow. If you were honest, he was the hottest man you’ve ever seen, and that was without the makeup on. With the dark circles rimming his gorgeous brown eyes, he was deadly. But you couldn’t exactly say that. 
“I think you look super cool,” you say honestly and grab your purse. 
“Metal?” He stood up, following you out of your room.
“Very metal, but if we don’t get going soon, we’re going to be very late,” you chuckle and hand him his leather jacket and keys. Eddie nods and slips one his jacket with ease, the full ensemble complete, and, fuck, did he look hot. He locked the front door after you, skipping quickly ahead to open the passenger seat door for you. 
“M’lady,” he bows, grinning like an idiot when you curtsey back and hop in. 
It was going to be a fun night. 
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And it was. 
Steve, Robin, Jonathan, and Nancy were sat comfortably at the table when you and Eddie arrived. Jokes were told, laughs were shared, and drinks were poured. Lots and lots of drinks. By midnight, the whole table was on the heavier side of tipsy, if not drunk. Steve and Robin were neck deep in a debate on whether or not Michael Myers was human or not, with Jonathan acting as moderator while Nancy fought through the spins. At some point, you ended up in Eddie’s lap, your arm slung around his shoulders with his own circled around your waist while you both listened and weighed in on what you have dubbed “The Great Halloween Dispute of 1987.” 
Eddie had slipped his jacket off after his second beer, revealing his toned arms (all those shifts at the garage were paying off in more ways than one), the short sleeves of his t shirt rolled up ever so slightly. You toyed with a strand of Eddie’s hair like always and sipped on a glass of water, one that Eddie was quick to swipe from your hand. He took a good gulp without much thought and set it on the table. 
“Well, Princess, what do you think? Should we call it a night?” He slurs his words as he rubs the length of your outer thigh absentmindedly. 
“Yeeaah,” you drawl, your head was starting to spin even from the safety of Eddie’s lap. Looking down at him, you were struck again with the overwhelming feeling flooding your heart. Even in the low light of the seedy bar, he looks like the perfect man that God, or whoever is up there, made just for you. You bring one hand to rest on his forearm, your thumb stroking the bat tattoos you love gently. Eddie tightens his grip on you before giving you that million dollar smile, one that you can’t help but return with drunken ease. He pats your leg, signaling for you to stand, and you do, much to your objection (you were quite comfortable in his lap). 
“Alright, gang, as fun as it’s been, the missus and I gotta head out,” Eddie announces as you slip away to pay for your drinks before he can. A chorus of slurred but friendly goodbyes send Eddie on his way to the bar just as you finish forking over the money for both his and your drinks. “Noooo, you don’ pay for drinks,” he scolds as you put your wallet away, his face scrunched in a pout. 
“Yeah? Who said?” You playfully tease as he slides his leather coat over your shoulders, one glance outside and he knew that you’d be chilly on the way to the van. You subtly breathe in the familiar scent of his cologne, the same one you got for his birthday 2 years ago.
“Pretty girls don’ pay for drinks, everyone knows that,” he casually answers, he was much bolder with about 4 glasses of liquid courage warming his blood. You laugh, not bothering to hide the bashfulness in your voice and he smiles at the sound, leading you out to the van at the far end of the parking lot. He saw the way you shivered and pulled the oversized jacket around you tighter. Fishing his keys from his pocket, he opens the back doors and quickly starts setting up the blankets he had stored in the back. You must have made a face because Eddie’s soon laughing and shaking his head. “M’not drivin’ you home drunk, Princess. Could get ya hurt, s’too dangerous. Now, com’on.”
Your heart does a summersault at his words, but that’s just who he was. Caring, sweet, understanding, reliable, trustworthy. That’s Eddie Munson. He sees the fondness in your smile again, his stomach erupting in butterflies. If he wasn’t such a chicken shit, this is where he would tell you how gorgeous you are and kiss you, if you’d let him. But he doesn’t. Instead, he hops out of the van and holds out his hand to help you inside. 
The old mattress he keeps tucked away in the back is draped in blankets, folded as neatly as a drunk Eddie could get them. You sit at the end of the makeshift bed, your legs hanging out the doors to take off your boots. Without a word, Eddie starts untying your laces, carefully undoing the knots, slipping the shoes off your feet and setting them neatly next to the mattress. 
“Thank you,” you meekly reply, the sweet gesture having stolen your voice.
“You’re welcome, Sweets,” he pats your leg, “scoot over.”
He hops in, shutting the doors behind him before double checking that all the doors are locked. You hide a yawn behind your hand as he settles down on the other side of the bed, kicking off his shoes unceremoniously. You slip off your belt and other jewelry, opting to stay in your jeans for the night. Eddie does the same, slinging his belt into the pile with his shoes before crawling under the questionably clean blanket. He sighs and settles in with a groan, his eyes shutting for only a moment before he’s watching you tuck your earrings into the pocket of his leather jacket. You turn around to find Eddie making grabby hands at you, smiling, you crawl in next to him, letting him pull you into his chest and tuck the blanket around you both snugly. The chill of the van made cuddling a necessity, even under the blanket you could feel the stagnant bite of cold of the coming winter. Letting out a content sigh, you relaxed into the comfortable silence, the world around you only slightly spinning now as sleep began to descend on you. Eddie stares up at the metal roof, his eyes slowly getting heavier and heavier as the moments tick by. 
“I like when you tuck your shirts in,” you sleepily confess, your voice was hushed as you whispered your little secret to your best friend. He can’t help but chuckle tiredly at your words, the sound more akin to a deep rumble as opposed to his normally bright laughter. 
“Yeah?” Is all he can think to say, his face burning even in the chilly van. 
“Yeah,” you shyly confirm, tracing the bats on his forearm once more, the action sends Eddie into a tizzy.
“Y’like when I look like a dweeb?” He jokes with a yawn, sleep fast approaching. 
“You never look like a dweeb,” you mumble just before you drift off, your fingers slowing to a stop on his skin, If he wasn’t tired, he would have teased you to hell and back about it, but all he can do it chuckle lowly in his chest and hold you a little tighter. Why do you have to be so cute?
“I like when we sleep like this,” he rested his cheek on the top of your head, letting one hand stroke your arm tenderly, the action only pushing you quicker towards sleep. He hears you hum in acknowledgement and agreement. 
“Me too, Eds.”  
There’s a few moments of silence before Eddie realizes you’re asleep.
“Goodnight, Princess,” Eddie whispers with a smile and kisses the crown of your head, the sound of your even breaths fill the van and lull him into his own peaceful slumber. 
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Eddie wakes up to the sound of your soft snores and the growl of a stray truck chugging down the street. Your back is pressed to his front as you both lay on your sides, his arm under your head like a pillow and out stretched, his other arm was strung across your waist. The warmth of your body pressed against his had fought off the cold of the night exceptionally well, it drew him in for more, so he buried his face into the crook of your neck. The smell of your perfume mixing with the scent of his own cologne had Eddie groaning softly, this was the life. Nothing could bring him down, not even the soft thudding in his head or the dryness of his mouth. 
You stirred next to him, your eyes still shut as you reached out for Eddie’s hand on instinct. When your smaller hand found his, you immediately laced your fingers together. Eddie looked at where your hands were joined and gave a small incredulous scoff and smile, his arm around your midsection squeezed you into him hard enough to force the air out of you. 
“Why are you so damn cute? Huh? Who said you could be this fucking adorable?” He rambled on in a groggy whisper, his morning voice was just as glorious as you remember it being. You giggle as consciousness fills you. 
“It’s a curse, really. Doctors have been studying me for years, it’s a medical mystery,” you joke and carefully rub your eyes with your free hand. You were surprised to find that you felt well rested for having slept in the back of your best friend’s van after a night of drinking with no pillow, in a pair of tight jeans, and no fan. You peek over your shoulder to find Eddie’s puppy eyes already staring back at you. The smudges of eyeliner looked even better in the morning sunshine. You could only imagine how you look right now. “Wanna get breakfast?”
“God, yes,” he mumbles with a smile. He was starving, plus he wanted to pay you back for covering his drinks last night. Reluctantly, he peels his hand from yours to reach for his shoes and keys. You hum and stretch out a little, cracking your back before getting your shoes back on as well. You’re both quick to fold the blankets and get into your seats, the pits in your stomach rumbled and demanded to be satisfied. The drive to the nearest diner was thankfully short. 
Before long, you and Eddie find yourselves tucked into a booth with plates of hot food and even hotter coffee in front of you. The looks you receive from the other patrons did nothing but amuse you both. And what a sight you both were: strolling in at 9am reeking of the drink that Nancy accidentally spilled, last night’s makeup smeared across your eyes, bed hair, both dressed to the nines in black. Compared to the lovely elderly couple on their weekly Sunday morning date, you both looked like bats out of Hell. When you offered the old woman a polite smile, she was quick to return it, her husband was busy staring Eddie down, clearly not a fan of his tattoos or makeup. Soon, the plates were cleared and the cups were emptied, and you both meandered your way back to the van. 
“Alright, Sweetheart, back home, it is?” He asks as he backs out of the parking lot, you scroll through the radio stations, hoping to find something good on.
“Yes, please, I need to shower,” you groan, the longer you stayed in your makeup the more grimy you felt. A hot shower would solve all your problems. 
“Oo, no chance you’ll let me join, would you?” Eddie half jokes, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You roll your eyes with a smile and shake your head. “Damn, next time, then.”
Quicker than he’d like, he parks in front of your trailer. You gather your things, double checking that you have everything before hopping out of the passenger side. With a quick goodbye, you’re bounding indoors, making a beeline for the shower. Eddie watches until you’re inside then makes his own way home. He’s surprised to find Wayne’s car parked in its spot in the yard. 
“You just getting in?” Wayne asks as soon as the door opens, Wayne sat at the kitchen table, eating whatever leftovers were in the fridge before heading to bed. Eddie sets his keys aside on the table and nods. “Out with that girl, again?” Eddie gives him a look as he sought out a glass of water, Wayne knew your name but he just liked giving Eddie a hard time, especially when he stays out all night. 
“Yeah, we had some drinks with some friends, it ran a little later than planned.”
“Did you and her…” Wayne trails off, tilting his head to finish his sentence. 
“Oh God,” Eddie sighs and hangs his head. Wayne would ask from time to time, and it never ceased to be awkward as balls. 
“I’m just askin’. If you are, I’d rather you be safe about i—“ he defends calmly. 
“I know how to be safe about—“ Eddie cuts himself off with another sigh, rubbing his face with both his hands. “I know how to be safe, but no. We did not… do things.”
“Ok,” Wayne nods, throwing his hands up in surrender to show that he dropped it. Eddie relaxes and finishes his water, happy to escape the awkward conversation. Or so he thought. “It’s obvious you like her, so I thought it would have happened by now.” 
Eddie sputters a few words, each sentence of denial dying on his tongue. Wayne gives him a look and Eddie just knows that denying it isn’t any good. He flops into the chair on the other side of the table, looking up to his uncle through his lashes. 
“How obvious is it?” Eddie asks softly. In that moment, Wayne sees the years fall away from Eddie and what’s left behind is what Wayne saw all those years ago: his kid nephew, lost and needing guidance. He smiles warmly, a rare sight, and scratches his head. 
“Well, it’s not super obvious,” Wayne grumbles gently, resting his forearms on the table, “but I’m sure some of your friends notice it too.”
Eddie curses under his breath, his face hot with embarrassment. If other people could see how bad he has it for you, then that means you might see it too. 
“Do… Do you think she knows?” He asks shyly, fiddling with the rings on his fingers for comfort. Wayne leans back in his chair, giving a small shrug. 
“She might,” that answer weighs heavily on Eddie but Wayne is quick to try fix it, “but, would that be a bad thing?”
“Yes! No! I-I don’t know,” Eddie rambles, bouncing his leg as he does the mental gymnastics of trying to figure out if you knew. 
“Personally, kid, I don’t think it would be. Knowin’ that you love her, how could that be bad?” His words knock around in Eddie’s head for a few moments before he speaks in a small voice. 
“It could ruin everything,” Wayne couldn’t help but laugh at those words. 
“Kid, lovin’ someone doesn’t ruin a damn thing,” he smiles and crosses his arms. “If it’s right, then it’s right. If not, then it’s not. But that doesn’t mean that it’s wrong.”
Eddie took in his words again, chewing his lip nervously. He hated when Wayne was like this, all insightful and wise. It was unnerving, but at the same time, he always knew exactly what Eddie needed to hear. 
“You do what you think is best, Eddie. I’m gonna go to bed now, I’ll see ya tonight,” he stands and pats Eddie’s back as he makes his way towards the pull out sofa. Eddie mumbles his goodnights and makes his way to his own room, Wayne’s alarmingly wise words knocking around his head as he gets ready for a shower. 
Would it be so bad if you knew? He was going to find out. 
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muertawrites · 2 years
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Bandanna anon back again, different thought this time. Ok so Eddie lives (obviously, why wouldn’t he?) but he has to go to the hospital where they shave his head in order to give him stitches and just Eddie with a buzz cut 😌 convincing Eddie you still love him without his hair 😊 Eddie growing it out and having these little ringlets that you fight him to not tease out 😍 Eddie’s hair growing back as a reminder of him healing 🥰
bandana anon i love youuuu *mluah* 😛
as a traumatized and healing bitch i love this. i 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 this 👏🏻
eddie x hopper!reader bc parallels 🥺
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Your father is up before anyone else in the house, as always. You roll out of bed to find him at the kitchen table, reading the day's newspaper and nursing his second cup of coffee. Instead of saying good morning, he just grunts at you.
"How's he doing?" he asks as you help yourself to what's left in the pot.
It's an odd question, coming from him.
Jim Hopper had always hated the "him" he was referring to - the scruffy miscreant who he'd busted multiple times for vandalism, petty theft, public intoxication, possession...
He hated him even more when he found out his eldest child had fallen hard for him.
Even more when the way he found out was walking into your room one evening after he'd snuck in, finding the boy in a precarious position between your legs.
But since the earthquake, he'd softened. He saw the way Eddie looked at you, the way he risked his life to protect you, and suddenly a criminal history didn't matter as much.
He was troubled, sure. But he was good to you. He made you happy. And that was enough for Jim.
"He's okay," you reply. "Nightmares again last night. Couldn't sleep."
Your dad hums, sympathetic.
"Those'll stick around for a while."
As if on cue, the man in question emerges from your bedroom, looking as ragged and sleep deprived as he feels. He wears a gray beanie over his newly shaven head, hiding the ugly gash that lies beneath. He doesn't meet your eye, popping a cigarette into his mouth and slipping onto the back porch. You sigh.
"Still upset over his hair, huh?" Jim comments.
"Yeah," you confirm. "It, um... It reminds him of his dad, I think. How he used to make him shave it."
Your father is also familiar with the elder Munson, the crime that got him thrown into prison with a life sentence. More so with the abuse he used to inflict upon his son, since he was the one who answered many of those calls.
"Munson was a scumbag," Jim grumbles. "Hard to believe a kid as good as Eddie came from him."
You smile at the compliment, which your dad shares over the edge of his paper, pursing his lips together to try and hide it. Coffee in hand, you open the back door and join Eddie, sinking down beside him on the porch steps.
"Mornin', angel," he greets you.
You lay your head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arm around you, keeping you warm against the spring chill. In the distance, what remains of downtown Hawkins smolders, sending ribbons of black smoke into the clear blue sky.
"How's your head doing today?" you ask.
He doesn't answer, opting instead to take a long drag of his cigarette.
"... You've gotta show me at some point."
Eddie huffs, flicking ash into the tray your father keeps on the back porch.
"You don't wanna see it," he mumbles. " 's pretty bad."
"So are the ones on your neck," you remind him. "But you let me kiss those."
He side eyes you, and you can tell he's trying to argue the sense you somehow manage to talk into him. You were the one who dragged him back through the portal when he tried to be a hero, after all.
"... You're not gonna like it," he finally admits. "I'm not... I'm not me anymore."
"You still eat Froot Loops for dinner," you contest. "That's pretty you."
He tries to fight the laugh that bubbles in his chest, the resulting smile warming your heart with just how genuine it is. You haven't seen him smile like that in far too long.
"I'm just worried you're not... You're like, serially into guys with long hair," he continues. "My hair was what got you to notice me in the first place. What if... What if you're not... What if I'm not attractive to you anymore?"
You sit up, taking his face in your hands; almost a little too aggressively, because he flinches the slightest bit in surprise.
"Eddie," you say. "Do you know what the sexiest thing about you is?"
He stares at you blankly.
"That stupid demon voice you do when you're playing a villain in a campaign," you tell him. "The over the top, snarly, borderline feral voice that comes out of you when you get really into it. It's ridiculous. And I'd be lying to you if I told you I didn't cum so hard the couple times it's come out during sex."
Eddie's eyes pop, mortified.
"I've used it during sex?"
You laugh, nodding as you lean forward to peck his lips.
"Yes. But my point is that you're goofy, and dramatic, and clever, and sweet, and so shamelessly you that this-" you pat the beanie covering his head "- doesn't matter to me. What matters is that you're safe. That you're still with me."
Eddie raises a hand to your cheek, gently running his thumb over the high point of the bone. He gazes lovingly, dreamily down at you, a bemused smile curling his lips.
"I don't deserve you," he murmurs.
"You deserve me more than anyone."
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"Stop."
You lift the comb out of Eddie's hand, kissing him on the cheek as you do.
"They're cute. Leave them."
He tsks, snatching the comb back up when you set it on the bathroom counter, resuming the process of teasing out the ringlets his hair has started to grow into.
"It looks better longer," he growls, frustrated. "I hate my fuckin' hair."
"Can I have help?"
El appears in the doorway, holding her own set of styling tools. Her hair has also grown out quite a bit, now at the awkward length where it has to be styled every day or else look totally unpresentable. You gesture her inside, perching on the closed lid of the toilet as she sits on the floor in front of you, letting you work your older sibling magic. In a matter of minutes, her locks have been tamed; she bounds up to the mirror beside Eddie to inspect your work.
"It's coming back," she notices, looking up at him. "Your scar is almost gone."
He hums, running a contemplative finger over the raised, darkened bit of flesh peeking from his hairline. The scar runs all the way around his skull, down the back of his neck, but it's disappeared under the nest of dark brown curls that have grown in since his stint in the hospital.
He grins at her in the mirror, pointing to her wrist.
"So's yours," he notes, indicating her tattoo. "Ink's fading."
El smiles back, positively beaming. Her hand lifts to trace the bats etched above his elbow, a habit she's picked up in the months since Eddie moved in. She loves him like a brother. It makes your heart want to explode.
"I like your hair like this," she admits. "You look better than before. You're healing."
Eddie pauses, his face crumpling like he's about to start sobbing. You hide your smile behind your hand as he takes a deep breath, regaining his composure, then takes one of El's own curls between two fingers, pulling and releasing so it bounces like a spring. She giggles at him, playfully smacking his hand away.
"You're lookin' better too, short stack," he says. "Guess we're both gonna be okay."
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+ note: just a little concept that i wanna write a full-fledged piece for. if this gets any positive traction, then i’ll definitely be writing it soon (the idea was for eddie but now ‘m thinking about steve! >.<)
+ warnings: hybrid! reader
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okay…but what if one of the things that came out of the gate from the upside down was kitty! reader? essentially, nobody really knows where she came from, all they know is that she’s seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and that she looks like a harmless little thing. 
the gang are the first to find her, and they eventually take her in after one too many instances in which she’s clandestinely followed them home. the skeptics of the group are lucas and el: lucas, who thinks she’s gotta personal vendetta against him (he claims she ‘looks at him wrong’), and el, who just senses that there’s something not quite…right. 
obviously, mike being mike, immediately shuts their conspiracies down but it isn’t until one day when they’re all hanging out in his basement when she just…appears. it’s like a little blip, and then there she is, in all her human glory—except, she has ears, and a tail, and…she’s naked. of course everyone loses their shit because, jesus, they’d been doting on her this entire time! petting her, sharing secrets, cuddling with her—washing her. 
mike, lucas, and dustin are just in complete and utter shock, but max and eleven are the first to act quick and get her into the basement’s bathroom. 
“mike, stop staring! clothes, now!” max screams before consecutively smacking each of them in the back of their heads. 
when she’s all covered up and everyone’s settled down, they start asking questions. but to their disappointment, she’s just barely able to verbalize or communicate anything of significance. she can say small phrases like: ‘i love you’ , ‘hi’ , ‘good’ and ‘bad’—mostly because that’s what’s been repeated to her in her kitty form—but it’s not enough to answer their ever-growing questions.
a few days pass, and then a few weeks, months, and then two whole years. by then, they’ve grown accustomed to her human form, and they even learned how to keep her a secret (aside from finally introducing her to the older crew). the six of them would intermittently take turns hiding reader at their houses, and each and every rotation was different. 
in the beginning, during mike’s rotation, he focused on improving her speech. first, it was the abc’s. then it was a few words, phrases, some flashcards here and there—and then it was children’s books, and poems and writing her name. after a while she’d become fully proficient in the english language and all it’s craziness.
everyone equally put just as much effort into teaching her, though. max and eleven loved to dress her up and paint her nails, dustin taught her (well, attempted to) math—but she didn’t quite enjoy it—lucas introduced her to music, and will always played with her in her kitty form. 
life as a kitty was perfect, content. she’d been introduced to, kissed on, hugged on, and cuddled by just about everyone and anyone who was of any importance to the group. 
she’d already known and grown used to steve, robin, nancy and jonathan…but there was still somebody she hadn’t met yet—somebody whose name she had become quite familiar with, despite not ever seeing them. 
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“ah, so you must be…wait, don’t tell me,” the long haired boy presses his lips together, “—the little kitty i’ve been hearing so much about.” he watches with amusement as the hybrid cowers behind mike, her ears shooting up animatedly. 
“why so shy? i don’t bite…i mean unless you want me t–“ robin smacks his arm, “don’t be weird,” she scoffs, “yeah, don’t be weird,” steve rolls his eyes playfully. 
the kitten studies him, creeps out real slow and circles him as if he were prey. he’s silent, and trying so very hard to hold his breath. he thinks that if he breathes—makes so much as a single move, she’ll become disinterested in him. so, he stands there, waiting. face locked but eyes trained, following all over her movements.
when she suddenly appears right next to his face, he thinks he’s done for. but to his surprise, he’s greeted with something wet and warm. she’d licked him. laid a log stripe of saliva smack dab on the center of his cheek. everyone gasps in horror, their eyes scanning eddie’s face for any signs of disgust or discomfort. but there are no signs, just a very shocked, very stunned, blushing eddie.
“s-she hasn’t done that in ages, i don’t know why she did that—why did you do that?” mike tries to pull her away but she swats him to the side with the force of her tail.
her face is still centimeters away from his, but now she stands directly in front of him. if he moved any closer, the tips of their noses would meet.
“hi, eddie,” she beams, a faint purr following suit. 
“hi, (name),” he stutters. this is when he realizes something: that he’d be wholly, utterly, and everlastingly, wrapped around her finger. 
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maladaptive-day-dreams · 11 months
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Dollar Tuesday Movies
eddie munson x gn!reader, fluff, 744 words
I haven’t written fluff in a hot minute and was daydreaming about this scenario with my crush today so I figure I’d put it to good use (it's five dollar tuesday's where I'm at but I figure in Hawkins in the 80's $1 seems reasonable (don't @ me idk shit about inflation other than it sucks ass)
literally all fluff: first kiss, first ily, mention of reader having an unspecified dietary restriction (I most likely have PCOS so that was def a self-insert there LOL)
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You and Eddie "the freak" Munson have had standing movie nights for the last three Tuesdays in a row, and for an unnumbered amount of Tuesdays in the future. Doesn’t matter what movie is out, Tuesday’s are dollar movie nights at the theater in the town over so you take turns driving there once a week.
Your third movie night has just ended and the two of you are chatting about the film shown tonight as you walk to your car under the streetlight in the parking lot. The conversation continues as you get comfortable in the car. You sit and talk for at least another 10 minutes before there’s a lull long enough for you to move to turn on the engine, but Eddie’s voice stops you.
“Hey, y/n?”
You turn back towards him from how you’d rearranged yourself to face the steering wheel. “Yeah?”
“Have you ever thought about these being dates?”
“I mean they’re our Tuesday Movie Dates aren’t they?” you chuckle, confused at his question.
“I mean date dates.”
You search his face for a moment. All throughout high school, every summer, you hoped that your friendship might grow into something more but decided after a while to just enjoy Eddie as he was and nothing more. There was no point in pining for him if it could ruin your friendship. But you won’t deny that your heart fluttered when he first asked you to go to s dollar movie night, and then wordlessly asked again, and again.
His gaze is heavy on your face as your thoughts race, “y’know what, forget about it.” He laughs it off, “I was just wondering.”
“Yeah,” you breathe. “I’d like them to be date dates,” you hesitate. “If you’d want that too?” 
Eddie smiles wide, “yeah I want that too. Especially because now that we’re on our third date, I can ask if I can kiss you.”
You laugh and smile at the curly haired boy in your passenger seat. “Yeah, you can kiss me.”
And he does, and it’s soft and sweet and short. A perfect first kiss.
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It’s been three months since you’re first kiss and two months and two weeks of you “going steady” as Steve put it when he asked what you and Munson were. Tuesday’s are still your dollar movie dates but this Tuesday is Eddie’s birthday so instead of movie night, the two of you are headed two towns over for dinner at a nice restaurant courtesy of Wayne and the gang.
It’s your turn to drive—even though Eddie tried to get rid of that tradition once you two became an official couple—so Eddie is perched in your passenger seat, chatting about the latest DND campaign.
“Oh side note,” he breaks from talking about Dustin absolutely destroying a zombie, “I checked on the menu beforehand to make sure you could eat something there. They have a few options that should be ok and I wrote them down.”
He starts rummaging in the pockets of his jeans and the blazer Robin got for him to wear to the restaurant—not his usual style but it’s a fancier place so he figured he’d oblige.
“Oh my god,” you laugh, holding out your right hand between you, palm up so he can hold it while you drive. “You’re literally so cute, I love you.”
Eddie’s rummaging stalls and you can feel him staring at you. He looks at you as if you hold the sun in your outstretched palm and you finally register the words that just escaped your lips.
You’re terrified that you’ve said those three words too fast, that he doesn’t feel the same, that his lack of response is him ready to open the door and duck and roll out of the car and away from you; but instead, in your peripheral vision you see a wide-toothed grin find a home on his lips, as his left hand softly embraces your right and he pulls your intertwined hands towards his mouth.
He kisses the back of your hand and says,”I love you.”
And you let out the breath you were holding.
“Say it again.”
“I love you, Eddie.”
His smile is still so wide as he says, “I love you, y/n,” and kisses your hand.
There’s never a too. It’s never a just because or a reply to you. It’s his own statement, that he wants to give each and every time.
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midnightramblrs · 2 years
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“Do you have to go?” Your dresser drawer closes with a clang and you finish tying the strings on your pyjama pants in a neat bow. Eddie sits at the end of your bed to put his shoes on, his feet clad in pink striped socks you bought him from the mall. He wears them so religiously that there’s a hole by the heel. “It’s Saturday.”
“Promised my uncle I’d be back.” He shoves his foot into his shoe and adjusts his jeans over them with care. While he’s usually relaxed about Eddie’s unknown whereabouts, now and again he likes to actually come home at a reasonable hour to reassure him he’s alive and out of trouble.
You jut your bottom lip out in an attempt to sulk, which you both know won’t last very long. There are some people you just can’t stay mad at and Eddie’s one of them. “Okay.”
Once he’s put his other shoe on he leans over to your stuffed animals, all leaning against each other in a pile up at the bottom of your bed. “Look after her for me Mr. Bunny.” He picks up the white fluffy rabbit with big wide ears that you won at a fair when you were little, a patch of fabric sewn into the back of his shoulder where your friend's dog chewed him up. “She’s very precious.”
“Eddie.” You pull back your covers and sit with them bunched around your knees.
“She likes one kiss on her forehead before she goes to sleep,” Eddie moves the rabbit's head around like he’s replying, pausing for a second as if to wait for your giggle which comes on queue. “And everything else is my job, okay?” Eddie makes him nod before placing him back where he was, adjusting his ears so they face the right way and patting him on the head as he gets up.
“You’re ridiculous.” You reach your arm up to place your hand on the back of his neck, planting a kiss on the middle of his nose and then on his lips as a goodbye. Although you know he’s going to greet you in the morning with a carton of apple juice and a hug so tight it could crush your bones, you still feel an ache in your chest at the idea of him leaving.
“Bye you two.” Eddie gets up to stand in the doorway, leaning his shoulder against the frame. He points his index finger towards the mass of stuffed animals in the corner. “Be good.”
“No, you!” You call back as you hear his feet tap against the wood of the stairs. As you fluff up your pillows and rest your cheek against the fabric there’s the muffled sound of your mother and Eddie talking in the kitchen. Quickly, and as if you had forgotten and wanted to cram it in, you yell out. “Goodnight, Eddie!”
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cielie-voss · 1 year
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Accidental encounter. ~ Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie and you have a very accidental encounter at night.
Triggerwarnings: except for a bad suicidal joke none I think.
word count: 1.7k
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It's a miracle he sees the body laying on the ground a few feet in front of him in time, so he has the chance to react and hit the brakes before something bad could happen. Outraged, he jumps out of his van and stomps in the little cone of light his remaining flashlight casts on the street, the one flashlight he didn't crash against the fence with.
“What the hell are you doing? I could’ve killed you!”
With a heavy sigh you try to cover the smile that creeps on your lips. What unspeakable joy spreads in your chest to be the one joking around, leaving him speechless.
“Yeah, but unfortunately you didn’t. So try again.”
He furrows his brows and cocks his head as he looks at you, a worried expression on his face.
“But you didn’t try to kill yourself, do you?”
"Tried to kill myself? On an empty road? Yeah, very effective.” You roll your eyes as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “I’m waiting for Merry and Pippin to pick me up so we can join the ents on overtaking Isengard.” With a deadpan expression you wait for his reaction, but Eddie is too stunned by your answer, he’s lost for words. He needs a moment to process what you just said before shaking his head and questioning confused “What?”
“I’m stargazing, dumbass.”, you confess a few moments later. “The stars are so wonderful tonight. Look,” you point up in the sky, eyes wide and mirroring the stars above your heads.
“see? Right there.” He follows your gaze and after a short while the sight of a bright shooting star enchants him. It’s the first one he’s seen in a long time. In years to be exact. How come he forgot the joy of just stargazing, watching the peaceful nightsky and clearing his mind?
A soft ‘wow’ escapes his lips as he turns back to you. Your gaze is still fixed on the sky but out of the corner of your eye you can clearly notice the smile on his face.
Satisfied you lay back down on the still warm pavement and cross your arms behind your head. “Awesome, right?”, you ask and take in a deep breath.
“Hell yeah.” Eddie is surprised by the warmth the ground still radiates hours after the sun already disapeared as he lays down next to you. More and more shooting stars light up the dark sky as you silently just lay there and watch the sky, count the endless stars, trying to identify the many starconstellations, making wishes each and everytime another comet crosses the sky above. Hours could’ve passed, days or even months, Eddie wouldn’t mind, as long as he can enjoy this little peace he found next to you. Next to you …
Like a lightning it struck him. He is actually lying next to you, not even a few inches seperates him from you. And all of a sudden Eddie feels his heart violently beating in his chest. What is it that makes him feel this way suddenly? That makes him feel so anxious? Is it the fact that he is all alone with you? You two have never been alone together. There was always someone else. Teachers or your little brother with his friends or other students. It's not like you are friends or something like this. You share a few classes, barely ever talked to each other outside the occasional group work. But he would be lying if he said he never tried to catch a glimpse of your cute face. He spent extra hours at the library instead of being home when he planned a new campaign. The way you always poke out the tip of your tongue when you're concentrating on your homework or when you frantically seek your pencil between your papers, the pencil you pushed through your braid moments earlier, never failed to make him smile like an idiot. But he's never been so close to you.
Maybe it's because he got to know another side of you? A soft and vulnerable side, not the quiet and reserved version you are at school? A side no one else in school can ever see?
A shiver runs down his spine as he secretly glances at you. His eyes catch a glimpse of you just for a split second, but the way your eyes are halfway shut and your soft lips form a pleased smile burns into his brain and he hopes he’ll always remember this picture.
Eddie can’t describe it, there are no words for this, but the way this moment makes him feel is better than anything he ever experienced. Grounded and satisfied, one with the world around him but at the same time soaring higher and higher on this happiness, as if nothing could go wrong or hurt him anymore.
But he knows he can’t lay next to you like this forever. Already knowing he has to leave this moment anytime stings like needles in his heart.
“Eddie?” Your voice breaks the silence you’re in and pulls him back out of his thoughts. Only now does he realize that he stares at you, his eyes glued to your face as if he was trying to memorize every freckle on your cheek, every lash that frames your beautiful y/e/c eyes, every curve your lips make wearing this kind smile.
“Oh, sorry, didn’t … I didn’t mean to … you know …“ What is this spell you cast on him to make him this … this … tongue tied?
“Stare like a creep?”, laughing you interrrupt his nervous rambling noticing how his cheeks begin to glow redder and redder the more he tries to talk himself out of this.
“Yeah, didn’t mean to stare like a creep, sorry.” He hufs to cover up the embarressment he feels creeping up. “I just - I never saw you from this close and I …” Again his ability to articualte vanished completely, leaving a big blank space in his brain. “Never noticed how beautiful you are.” The words tumble out of his mouth without permission of his brain. The second these words left his mouth he wants to punch himself. Well, now she thinks you’re a creep, Munson, he tells himself squeezing his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, really. I think I should -” Before he could finish the sentence with the word leave, you grab his hand and squeeze it gently.
“Thanks.” Carefully he opens his eyes again and looks at you, finding you smiling at him. “By the way, I think you’re really handsome too.” Now it’s your turn to blush like a little kid.
Eddies lopsided smile only grows wider at the sight of the little dimples that now appear on your cheeks. Your smile is radiant, lighting up your face brighter than the sun could ever do and Eddie swears he has never seen a more beautiful thing on this goddamn earth.
“So you think I’m handsome?”, he begins to tease you with a smirk on his face. A whole heartedly laughter escapes your chest as you turn away from him.
“What's so funny ‘bout that?” His laugh is deep and vibrating as he joins your giggles, poking your upper arm in hopes you turn back to him, he already misses your eyes and your freckled nose.
“Nothing, Munson, nothing.”, you tried to assure him, but your giggles make your statement implausible.
“Yeah, sure.”, he sarcastically retort and sits up crosslegged, looking at you in a mock-pouty manner.
“Why can’t you simply take a compliment without making a joke out of it? Can’t you just accept the fact that I think you’re a handsome guy?” The giggling dies down in your throat, the smile remaining on your lips as you too sit up, hand behind your back for support. “Or do you really think I’m joking, because I’m not, y’know?” You cock your head as you look at him, scanning his face that’s framed by his wild curls, his dark chocolate brown eyes that reflect the stars. “I mean, I’m sure you may cross a mirror or two a day so you know how you look. And you must be an idiot to think you look - “ As you try to explain to this boy that he, in fact, is really handsome and that you’re not joking around with him, you suddenly feel his calloused hand pressed against your skin, cupping your cheek.
And before your perplexed mind has the chance to analyze the moment and prepare you for what's about to happen next, his lips already crashed on yours. Although all this happens so fast, faster than your mind could understand, the way his lips moved so smoothly with yours feels like slow motion.
You break the kiss and gasp for air. "What the actual fuck was that, Munson?" You have to admit, your question came out ruder than intended. With wide eyes you look at him, not knowing what exactly the kiss sparked inside of you, but you like it. You even like it more than you thought you would. And more than what was good for you.
"God, I'm so sorry really. I -" With shaking hands he combs the strands of hair away and rubs his hands over his face. "This is so embarrassing, I'm deeply sorry if I…"
"No." You stop him, your voice barely above a whisper. "No." More words than that just refuse to come out, your mind is completely blank, the only things that won't get out of it are his lips, his touch and the smell of cigarettes and cheap perfume.
To your surprise you had to find out that his hair is way softer and fluffier than it looks like as you bury your fingers in his mane, pulling him closer to you.
Your heart beats so fast and so loud, you ask yourself if he could hear it as you lean forward into another kiss.
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prettybabybaby · 2 years
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If you were to kiss Eddie he would immediately stick his tongue in your mouth. Or kiss you like he’s trying to eat you, this man is full on biting your lips and even your tongue. He just can’t control himself he loves you so much.
yes.
it’s literally the most passionate kiss every. single. time.
like the ones that take your breath away and leave you so dazed
he comes on so strong and pulls you in whenever he can
sometimes his long hair gets stuck in the middle and you have to push it away and tuck it behind his ear
and he always has his hands cupping face to keep you as close to him as possible
he swipes his thumb over your cheekbone gently
sighs contently when you hold his waist and melt into his touch
he nibbles a lil and smiles when you whine against him
SO SKILLED AT USING HIS TONGUE
so gentle but at the same time so eager
he DEF sucks on your tongue when he pulls away
OR he pulls your bottom lip with his teeth
he always ends with giving your cheeks a sloppy kiss for good measure
<3
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bewilderedbunny · 1 year
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Line Cook Eddie part 4 🥞
700+ words of flirty fluff, bad jokes and a musical number. Fem!reader but feel free to switch around the pronouns ☺️
Author's note: Hi friends! I seriously cannot thank you all enough for the love on this series of blurbs. It makes me so happy. I'm going through some stuff in my personal life right now and writing about a lovesick loser (affectionate) is keeping me sane.
Friendly reminder: This blog is 18+ only and minors/blank blogs will be blocked.
Credit to @delishlydelightfuldividers for the honey divider 💖
If you'd like to listen to the song mentioned, here's a link to it on Spotify
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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"Hey Chef?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"What is 'Eddie' short for?"
"Edward. Why?"
"Is-" you try to stifle your laughter "-is 'Chef' short for Chefward?"
He gives you an annoyed look before shaking his head and laughing. It's an awful joke but he loves it nonetheless.
He opens his mouth to say something but stops himself. He was going to ask, "Yeah, you wanna be Mrs. Chefward Munson?" But he figures you're not quite there yet.
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It's 3pm on a Tuesday, the diner is pretty much dead save for two older women who have been gossiping in their booth since they came in at 1. You're busying yourself with cleaning the countertops, Eddie has his elbows resting on the window counter and his head resting in his, looking bored while he watches you. The radio in the diner is set to Soul and R&B, it usually is. One song ends and then "Baby You Got It" by Brenton Wood starts to play. You nod your head to the song and jump once you hear Eddie begin to sing along. It's absolutely not his usual style but he's learned it from how many times it is played on this station. You walk up to him with eyes wide, the two women seem to be so wrapped up in their stories that they don't pay attention to him.
"Eddie" you whisper trying to get him to stop.
He smiles at you and leaves the kitchen. You watch him as he comes out into the dining area, still singing. He walks up to you,
"Foxy clothes" he tugs at your apron string.
"Cutest nose" he boops your nose.
You're mortified yet endeared, a combination you so often feel around him.
The women are staring now with their mouths open as he serenades you. You're holding your face in your hands.
"People can be cruel, they say I've lost my cool" he makes eye contact with the women and looks back at you.
"But baby it's hard to keep my cool when I'm around you" He has most certainly lost his cool.
He holds your face in his hands, "Cause baby, you got it" your heart is beating a mile a minute as you look into his eyes. He looks down at your lips for just a second, then you both jump at the sound of clapping and whistling from the two ladies. You give them a sheepish wave and lightly elbow Eddie. "Back to work, Romeo."
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For lunch you order a plate of pancakes for yourself. He places the plate on the counter for you and gives you a smile. You go to grab the plate and say, "Thank you, Chef. Do we have any peanut butter?"
He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I think so. Why? Someone want a PB&J?"
You shake your head. "S'for the pancakes."
He gasps and covers his mouth.
"What kind of person would do that to my pancakes?!"
You shrug at his dramatics and say, "I would, they're for me." and pulls away your plate, horrified that he could have feelings for such a monster.
"Sweetheart, why are you tainting my delicious food? You a dog or something? Gotta put peanut butter on food to eat it?"
You swat at him "Don't call me a dog! That's rude."
"Well, you're being rude by messing with perfection."
You huff at him and sneak back to the kitchen, grabbing the peanut butter. You spread a thin layer over each pancake as Eddie watches you in horror. You pour over the maple syrup and cut yourself a piece.
"You're just doing this to mess with me, aren't you?"
You look up at him before taking a bite. It's delicious, nutty, creamy and syrupy, all the good things.
He shakes his head, "You're committed to the bit, I'll give you that."
You roll your eyes. "It isn't a bit! Here, just try it."
He sighs and decides to try it. Not because he thinks he will like it, but because it would mean he gets to eat off of your fork (which is basically like kissing, right?)
You hold the fork up to his lips and he takes a tentative bite.
"I mean... I'm not going to die or anything. But I'm still not happy with you, missy."
In reality, the pancakes are fine, but the way you're sharing them together has him thinking this may be his favorite meal ever.
Thank you for reading! Take care 🥞💖
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lovetrt · 9 months
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needy boy
eddie munson x reader
summary: eddie tries to convince you to ditch your plans for a day in (1.7k)
warnings: sexual content. mdni.
<3
“Does this look okay?” you frown, turning away from your reflection in the mirror to show Eddie the maroon, strappy bikini and the short skirt you’re wearing. 
It’s a brutal day in Hawkins, the hot sun beating down against clear, cerulean skies as the temperature increases with the coming of summer. The heat radiates into the trailer you’re standing in. The rickety fan in the corner of the room is your only savior from the warmth, sending a weak breeze to cool you down. 
It also happens to be one Dustin Henderson’s birthday. As his unofficial baby-sitters and good friends, you and Steve took it upon yourself to give the boy the best birthday party possible. The group has been through a lot together, especially after the events of spring break. So, cheering him up with a party was the least you could do. Locking everyone up in a dark arcade seemed like a waste of a warm day when Steve had a huge pool and a parentless home. 
You’re supposed to be getting ready with Eddie for the event, but he’s been lazily lounging on his bed instead, eyes following your every move. 
He’s shirtless and sitting on the edge of his bed, leaning back on the palms of his hands with a cigarette resting behind his ear. In response to your question, a nod of his head beckons you over. Under his gaze, your shy heart beats faster against your chest. His dark eyes trace over your body, lips spreading into a slight smirk when they reach your bare legs. 
“Give me a spin, sweetheart,” and then you’re flustered at how ridiculous this is, showing off your bikini-clad body to your boyfriend. You giggle as a red-hot sensation covers your face as you do as you’re told between weak knees. 
Hazed, chocolate-colored eyes follow your figure before focusing on the way your skirt sways against your plush thighs. He catches a glimpse up your skirt when you face him again, a particular sway letting him see underneath. 
“Looks fucking steller on you, babe, but you’d look better without it,” he groans, fingers tugging down the hem of your skirt. 
“You’re a pervert, Edward Munson,” you scoff to disguise the flush you’re sporting and bat his curious fingers away. 
“Yeah, what’s new, sweetheart?” Eddie asks while his relentless hands travel down and around your thighs, bringing and hugging you close to him, head resting on your tummy. You pet his unruly hair, fingers occasionally snagging on his frizzy curls and brushing against the pearly white cigarette. 
He stares up at you with pouty eyes, big enough to convince you into almost anything, and you know what’s coming. 
“Eddie, I don’t know what you have in mind, but we’re going to that pool party” you glare, voice stern as he scoffs in disappointment. 
“How’d you know I was gonna ask to stay in?” he whines, nuzzling his head into your tummy in disappointment. When he looks back up, you force yourself to look at the knots you’re detangling in his hair instead of his hypnotic eyes. 
“Your stupid puppy eyes are too obvious, Munson,” you sigh nonchalantly, “seems like the charm has worn off, hm?” Your voice raises at the end with a pout of your bottom lip, a hit of fake pity meant to tease him. 
One of his ringed hands slaps the back of your thighs, metal rings biting at your skin. “Hey, my puppy eyes aren’t stupid, and I’m still as charming as ever!” he complains through furrowed brows and a raised voice.
“They are when you’re trying to convince me to miss out on stuff ‘cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself. You’re right though, you look real charming with bedhead and last night’s eyeliner.” You lick your finger tip and smudge out the black makeup under his eyes. “Seriously Eds, you have to start taking it off at night. I know you’re tired after a show, but you can spare a minute to grab a wipe and clean it.”
Motives revealed, he groans, metal-clad hands grabbing your thighs to make you straddle him. ”I know, I know. But, you distracted me last night with that little black dress, baby, what can I say? Hear me out though, we could stay in bed, all day, and we can smoke or fuck or-“ 
You cut him off with a hand to his mouth. His crude behavior really shouldn’t be a surprise to you anymore, yet your face warms up at his words. “Eds, Steve would kill us,” you say, hand dropping from his lips to work on unraveling a particularly stubborn knot.
“Then get Steve to come over and then we can all smoke and f-“ 
“Eddie!” you yelp and smack his shoulder. “Steve and I have been planning this for ages. Don’t you think Dustin deserves this? He’s been through so much, we all have” you pout, fingertips moving down to caress Eddie’s neck softly, subconsciously tracing some scars left there. You know you’ve got him when he lets out a soft exhale and leans his head on your shoulder. 
He grunts a small, barely audible “fine,” against your neck. He’s being melodramatic and both of you know it. He’d do anything for Dustin, and missing his birthday party that you and Steve planned would be a total bummer. 
“I’ll make it up to you when we get back, ‘kay?” You pull him away from your neck, hands tangling themselves in his black messy curls. In a flash, the leering look on his face returns, smirking at your innuendo. 
“How ‘bout you make it up to me now? We still have some time,“ he lays back on the bed, bringing you down with him. He turns, letting you lay face to face with him.
“That depends, what do you want me to do?” you hesitate, sensing a trap. This is his one last attempt at convincing you to stay. His soft smell of weed, and leather and the taste of lemonade on his breath cloud your senses. He’s better at this convincing thing than you thought.
“Let me touch you a little,” he says, a handsome grin on his lips teasing you and fingers flirting with the straps to the top of your bathing suit. You shake your head, a shy smile teetering on your lips. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he tries again, “I’ll make it quick.” His lips kiss and nip and bite at the skin under your jaw, and you can’t find the strength to pull away. He feels so good. Too good. 
A part of you considers it, letting him do whatever he wants to you ‘cause you know just how good he feels. And then you’re snapping out of it. You pull away with a scoff to follow the chills that roll down your spine. “Max is going to be here any minute. We promised to give her a ride.”
“Yeah well, Maxine can wait,” he says as if he’s stating the obvious, although it only makes his point less defensible.
“For us to stop fucking? No way, put on a shirt.” You try to sit up, but his big hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back while you squirm and keeping you so close to him that you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. It’s a fight you’re clearly losing, finally surrendering to his tight grip with a huff. 
“Fine fine,” he coos, “How ‘bout we just kiss for a little bit, yeah? How does that sound?”
You check the clock on his nightstand, realizing you have five minutes before Max is supposed to get here. He groans out an impatient “please.” Your hands tug at his hair while you’re letting out a sigh of surrender, half ‘cause of his pretty begging, half ‘cause you really really want to kiss him.
“Two minutes.”
“Five.” 
“Three.”
“‘Kay, stop wasting time,” he says.
“But you’re the one who-” you attempt to protest that he’s the one wasting time, but he’s quick at interrupting you with a rough kiss to your mouth. 
Your mouth glides over his, tongue licking softly at his bottom lip, begging for more. He lets you in, the taste of lemonade and hints of weed mixing on your tongues. His hands trail around your skin, igniting chills that leave goosebumps while your hands desperately tug at his hair. 
A muffled groan bubbles up from your lips when he starts trailing kisses down to your neck, finding your sweet spot. A calloused hand comes down to pull your waist to him, grabbing at the skin rough enough to leave bruises that’ll match the ones he’s sucking onto your neck. His knee comes up between yours​ to have you even closer to him. 
In a mere three minutes you're reduced to a puddle of moans and whimpers, slowly rutting yourself against him, barely able to kiss him back ‘cause the pleasure is too much. As you’re about to run your fingers down his bare chest, there’s a sharp knock at the front door. 
You both freeze in place, wide eyes staring at each other in alarm. You jump up, fixing your hair and adjusting your skirt while Eddie lets out a frustrated groan and searches for a shirt on his messy, unmade bed. 
Another aggressive knocks pound against the door, obviously belonging to one impatient redhead, as Eddie and you scramble to get decent again. 
“Just a second, Max!” you yell as you adjust the strap to your bathing suit top and throw a random band tee you found on the floor at Eddie.
You run to the front door, grabbing a few towels, a bag full of decorations, and Dustin’s present as you go. You throw the door open with a welcoming and accidentally overenthusiastic smile on your face. “Hi, ready to go?” you ask, trying to subtly catch your breath and juggle everything you're carrying.
"Uh, yeah.” She stands on Eddie’s porch in a red swimsuit and shorts, squinting at you weirdly, suspicion on her pretty, pale features. How could she possibly know?
And then you’re catching a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of her boxy red sunglasses and see your rosy lipstick is now obviously smudged. Shit. 
“Eddie will be out in a minute,” you mutter nervously, rubbing your lips against your shoulder, praying he'll do the same before leaving the house.
Embarrased, you head to his dusty van with a disgusted redhead in tow. 
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“Will you be my husband really quick?”: A fake marriage with Eddie Munson AU.
Part 2: Here
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A/N: I have been wanting to write this prompt for a while and I’m glad y’all want it too! There’s gonna be a part 2 don’t worry.
TW: Cursing and Eddie hits someone and this eludes that your ex wasn’t the nicest.
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Eddie is two beers in on what he figured was going to be a normal Friday night at the Hideout when he feels a hand grip his arm as he’s leaned over the bar grabbing a lighter from behind the stack of napkins and straws. He pauses his movements as he looks down at the hand that’s still on his arm and slowly his eyes move upward until they finally land on your face. He notices your eyes are wide and you’re looking everywhere but at him as you scan the room as if you’re looking for someone, Eddie just stands up straight and places the lighter on the bar next to his half empty beer.
“Will you be my husband really quick?” Eddie knows he must be hearing things as you finally make eye contact with him. He watches as you seem to visibly relax a bit as you stare at him with a hopeful look on your face. “Please?” He doesn’t know what it is about you but he feels like if he tells you no he might actually regret it so instead he takes a quick sip of his beer as your hand falls from his arm and before you can react he’s draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you into him.
“Who’s the target?” Eddie’s voice is low and you can feel his breath on your neck as he whispers in your ear before placing a quick kiss to the side of your head, already playing into his husband role.
“Red shirt by the door.” You answer as one of your arms wrap around his middle, you feel Eddie lean away from you for a moment so he can get a good look at who you’re talking about.
“Jason fucking Carver?” You look up at Eddie who is glaring at the blonde haired man by the door and you feel yourself tense up as Eddie reaches for his beer so he can finish it off. “He your ex or something?” Eddie asks as he places the now empty bottle on the bar and motions to the bartender for another one.
“Yeah he’s uhm my ex.” Eddie can tell by your tone of voice you’re nervous and it makes him wonder what Jason did that caused the two of you to go your separate ways. “I’m sorry this is dumb I shouldn’t have bothered you.” You mumble as you try to move away from him but Eddie is quick to just pull you into him and wrap both arms around your shoulders making your cheek rest on his worn out Metallica shirt.
“Now what kind of husband would I be if I let you storm off like that?” Eddie begins running one of his hands up and down your back making you let out a soft sigh because for the first time in a long time you felt an odd sense of security and who would’ve thought that of all places it’s while wrapped in the arms of a stranger. “I’ve got you okay?” You look up and Eddie is already looking down at you making you feel even more at ease because his eyes are soft and his smile is sweet as he looks at you.
“Okay.” Is all you can say making Eddie’s hold on you tighten slightly as he leans down and places a small kiss to the top of your head in an attempt to help you relax a little more. “Uh so what’s your name?” Eddie laughs as he looks towards the door to check on the location of your ex.
“My name is Eddie.” You just nod and tell him your name in return as your hands somehow find their way into his back pockets as you wrap your arms around his waist. “I can see my wife is a little handsy huh?” You hide your face in his chest as you try to slide your hands from his pockets. “It’s okay sweetheart we’re married remember? No need to be shy.” You can’t help but laugh as Eddie goes back to running his hands up and down your back.
“So how do you know Jason?” You feel Eddie tense up at the mention of your ex’s name and it lets you know whatever memories Eddie has of him aren’t good ones.
“He was my high school’s official asshole.” You look up and rest your chin on Eddie’s chest as you watch his eyes look towards the door of the bar. “I take it he hasn’t changed much?” He asks as he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow making you look away as some memories of your relationship with Jason reply in your head.
“Yeah he hasn’t changed.” Eddie doesn’t miss the way your voice shakes a little as you answer his question.
“I can kick his ass right now if you want me to sweetheart just say the word and he’ll be on the ground.” You may not know Eddie but something tells you he’s not kidding and that he’d get a lot of joy out of beating Jason up. “Let me add that I feel that since I’m your husband it’s kinda my job to beat up your asshole ex boyfriends.” Eddie smiles to himself when he hears you laugh and just shake your head at him.
“As your wife it’s kinda my job to keep you out of trouble.” Eddie lets out a dramatic huff as he drops one of his arms from you so he can reach over and grab his beer and take a long swig from it. “I uh like your rings.” Eddie’s eyes flicker down to yours as he watches you give the rings on his hand that’s holding his beer a good once over.
“Yeah? Which one is your favorite?” He asks as he puts his beer on the bar so he can let you get a better look at his rings. You unwrap your arms from around him so you can take his hand in yours, Eddie tries to ignore how soft your hands feel as you look at his rings giving a lot of attention to his skull one. “You like the skull?” You just nod making Eddie smile because the skull one was also his favorite.
“What are you doing?” Eddie ignores your question as he brings his hand up to his mouth and you feel your eyes go wide as you watch him take his skull ring off and hold it between his lips for a moment before grabbing it. “I can’t take this.” Eddie rolls his eyes as he gently grabs your left hand so he can slide the ring onto your ring finger.
“How are you supposed to be my wife without a ring?” Eddie asks as he reaches over and tucks some of your hair behind your ear.
“You’ve got the be fucking with me.” You feel your heart drop to your stomach as Jason’s voice fills your ears. Eddie’s arm drops from around you so he can turn and block you from Jason’s view. “Not the freak still hanging around the Hideout.” You see Eddie’s hands form into fists as Jason laughs his almost evil sounding laugh.
“Fuck off Carver don’t you have a ball to go toss into a basket or something?” You giggle making Jason move so he can get a look at you, Eddie is quick to move so he’s still standing between you and the ex jock.
“What the fuck is going on?” Eddie looks at you over his shoulder making sure you’re okay and you just give him a reassuring smile as you place your hand on his lower back.
“Just enjoying a night out with my wife.” Jason’s eyes go as wide as golf balls as Eddie explains what the two of you are doing at the Hideout.
“Your wife? Wow okay I mean even you…Munson the town freak can do better than her she’s-” Jason doesn’t get to finish his sentence before Eddie’s fist collides with his cheek knocking him to the ground.
“Next time you think about saying anything about her,” Eddie kneels down as he speaks so he’s only a few inches away from Jason’s face as he groans in pain. “Don’t.” He spits as he stands up and turns so he can grab your hand and walk you towards the back of the bar. “I’m sorry…I am so sorry.” You just shake your head as Eddie’s hands gently cup your face as he looks you over to make sure you’re okay because he’s never gotten into a fight before let alone knocked someone to the ground and that’s the last thing he wanted you to have to deal with tonight.
“It’s okay.” You reassure him as you place your hands over his that are still on your face. “Thank you.” Eddie just shrugs as he gives you a small smile.
“Like I said it’s my job as your husband to beat up your asshole ex boyfriends.” You laugh as Eddie leans in closer, he pauses as he get a few inches from your face. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Eddie doesn’t have to wait for your answer because your lips are on his in a mater of seconds for a sweet kiss.
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𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐛!
pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie munson feels terrible that a sweet girl like you has such a terrible boyfriend. it'd be a real shame if he couldn't help you out.
fic warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, smut, cheating, blow jobs, eddie eating the shit out of you, fingering, teasing, heavy make-outs, mentions of weed/smoking weed, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, eddie being a little bit possessive, corruption kink if you squint
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Covered with ink, the smell of weed lingering in his hair, the Hellfire Club enthusiast could only leave so much to the mind's imagination. He liked to keep true to his name, to let people think their scandalous thoughts about him as he walked by, never asking because that would mean they were communicating with the sinner himself. 
But Eddie Munson, alongside other things, was a fun person to hang around. He didn’t give a flying shit if the old ladies he passed by wrinkled their noses at his hair, or if people liked to gossip whether or not he made a deal with the devil. He was easy to talk to, comforting at times, and even caring if he truly tried hard. 
With that, there were other things that only you could see. The little laugh he let out when you opened up your front door to him, shushing him as the two of you tiptoed to your room. Or the way he pressed a little kiss to your cheek before leaving out the back, waving farewell to you from your window as you suppressed the giddy smile that made its way to your face. 
And it would be fine, really. Eddie could probably stay the night over, (maybe hide in your bathroom if your parents came up the stairs), but you two knew you could get away with it. And you could even stay over at his trailer if you wanted to, but both you and Eddie knew that there was one thing keeping you from spending the night tucked away in his arms. 
It’s just that your boyfriend just wasn’t a big fan of Eddie Munson.
But you think that’s what spurs Eddie on even more. 
Of being the sole person that everybody despises, of being able to defile you whenever he wants. Of being just too loud to raise suspicion, to have him look just around the corner and into your room to see you getting ruined by Eddie “the freak” Munson. 
Sometimes Eddie likes to play with fire, to challenge the devil as he leaves dark marks just high enough on your chest and neck so that most of your clothing could just barely cover it, and most times you’d resort to having to conceal it with makeup. 
Other times he’d like to write his name on the inside of your thigh, knowing that your pure and angelic boyfriend wouldn’t go looking down there anytime soon, but the thrill of your skirt being blown up by the spring winds and revealing the sinister acts that lay upon your supple skin.
But what Eddie finds funny about the whole thing is that most of the time, you don’t even try to hide it. Your hickies are almost always peeking through the layer of makeup or your clothing as if you wanted people to see them. Or how you wore the shortest skirt you could possibly find in hopes of having it scrunch up by accident, leaving people wandering eyes to zero in on the black marker lining your thighs. 
Something Eddie noticed about you was that you were a lot more sinister than you let on. Sure you went to school every day, acting as if you enjoyed it. And made the teachers happy with your grades and preppy attitude, but you were honestly a little minx that Eddie had never expected. 
Last week, for example, Eddie almost choked on the water he was drinking when you strolled into the cafeteria, not looking his way, caught up in something that your boyfriend was saying as you gave him a fake little laugh. But Eddie could see how you peeked over at his table, a sly grin on your lips as you went to rub your neck, his rings littering your finger as his eyes widened ever so slightly. Even worse was that you were wearing his shirt, the one he left at your house over the weekend. All while your boyfriend had his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you protectively to his chest as if you were his girl.
So when he came by later that day, knocking on the door, twice, letting you know it was him as you ran past your parents to open it, you cracked it open to see him leaning on the frame, his hands behind his back, a sneaky smile on his face as you shielded him from your parents view. 
“Eddie!” You hissed, watching him gleam at your annoyance at his lack of caution.
“What? Wanted to surprise you,” He whispers with a pout, eyes racking over your form as he lets out a low whistle, “Prettiest girl in the whole damn world.” And he knows exactly what to say to make you forget why you were mad at him. 
It had been days without you two seeing each other like this, being so close that you could see his doe eyes watching you carefully, hoping that he wasn’t crossing the line showing up like this. But deep down, he knew he wasn’t. Because as lonely as he was without you, you could barely function properly these days spent without having him by your side.
You watch as he pulls out his hands and shows you a little bag, “Someone was selling these while I was driving by and thought you’d want some.” And your frown can’t stay there for long as he motions for you to pick a cherry, ripe as it was just the perfect time of year for them. You bashfully grin, obliging him as you grab the ruby-colored fruit, popping it in your mouth as he gave you a little wink.
You had no idea how he could remember the little things you told him alongside all the other things happening in his life. But he’d do little thighs like this; bring you food when you called him late at night, tapping on your window to let him in, remembering the little things you liked and bringing them up late in conversation. It just made you fall even more in love with him, and it was painful that at the end of the day none of it would matter.
“Y/n? Who is it?” You heard your mom call out, worried about your quick behavior change, peeking over to see who it was but you slammed the door shut. You quickly swallowed, spitting out the seed into your hand as you waved her worry off.
“It’s Chrissy! She wants to study for our test!” You paused, “Can I go with her?” And you knew your mother wouldn’t ever say no to you hanging out with Chrissy Cunnigham.
“Of course! Tell Laura I said hello!” And that’s all you needed as you said your haste goodbyes, sprinting out the door as you were stopped by long arms, his signature smell wafting around you as you giggled against his chest. 
He held out the bag of cherries again, his eyes softening as you took another, nudging him with your shoulder as you smiled down into the ground.
“Trying to butter me up, Munson? I’m not going to suck you off while you drive, it’s a safety hazard.” You tell him with a raised brow as you chew, your lips tinting red.
“You know me so well Y/n,” He shakes his head, grinning to himself as he lets out a laugh, “But no, not today, pretty. Just thought you’d like it,” You roll your eyes, reaching for another one as you walk with Eddie to his van.
You were close enough to him that his hair tickled your nose, and his skin was hot as yours was he opened the car door for you with an exaggerated movement, causing you to laugh at his chivalry as he gave you a playful wink.
“Ladies first, sweetheart.” And you let go of his hand, letting him shut the door for you as he rounded the car, climbing in the driver's seat as the van roared to life. He placed the little bag of cherries in the middle, opening it towards you as you softened up at his little gesture. 
You drummed your fingers on your thigh, glancing at him from the corner of your eyes as he caught your stare, giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek as you laughed, unable to control yourself around him.
“My rings, huh?” He asked as he turned the corner, glancing at your fingers that were still littered with his jewelry, a sort of brand he had on you that even your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend couldn’t ever achieve, “Little bit risqué don’t you think?”
“Thought you’d like it.” You answer coyly, reaching for his hand as you played with his fingers, tracing his palm as he let you, his cheeks dusted in light pink as he tore his eyes away from the road for a second to see you mindlessly toying with the skin of his arm. 
“Yeah, more than liked it,” He grumbled as he remembered you fidgeting with his rings that day, tugging at the collar of his shirt as you sneakily put his little love bites on display, “Almost ran over there and fucked you on the table.” 
Your cheeks heat in embarrassment, but it didn’t stop you from tugging at his fingers playfully. 
“Everybody would have rioted,” You joke as you put his hand back down to his lap, not missing the sound he made at the back of his throat, the one that told you he didn’t want you to stop as you grinned, “Think my boyfriend would drop from a seizure.” 
You pause, your lips pursing as silence floods between the two of you. You knew how he felt about your boyfriend, even though he never outwardly said it. Though glances shared in between periods, walking down the hall with you in his arms and the glares Eddie would shoot him didn’t leave much room for questioning. 
“Want a cherry?” You ask, trying to break the tense air as you plucked one from the bag, twisting off the stem as you held it up for him. 
He leaned to your side, eyes never leaving the road as he opened his mouth, letting you drop it on his tongue as he heard you let out a chuckle, rubbing his hand on the gearshift as he warmed up under your touch. 
“Still think apples are better but … not bad,” He murmured, spitting out the seed into his hand, “Better not be though ‘cause that shit cost me a fucking arm and a leg. Roadside vendors just rob you blind.” 
You click your tongue against your teeth, your smile dropping at his words. 
“Eddie…” You say with a sigh, pulling out another cherry as you held it up to his mouth, his brows furrowing as he shrugged at your tone. 
“What?” He opened his mouth for another and you obliged, “My girl likes cherries, so I bought her some cherries.” Your heart almost stopped as he spoke, but he didn’t seem to pay any attention to his words, nudging your elbow with his as he silently asked for another cherry. 
My girl. 
This whole arrangement was supposed to be a one-time thing. Your boyfriend refused to touch you, saying that he’d wait until the two of you were married. He’d go as far as a peck against your lips, but your hormones were raging and you doubted his little kiss was going to cut it for you.
Ever since you saw him, you knew that in some way or another Eddie Munson was going to be your savior. At first, you only talked when you wanted an escape, and he seemed to always have it ready in that little bin he carried around. 
Smoking with him at first was unusual, seeing how you normally did it in the confines of the forest, hidden away from the naked eye. But you slowly warmed up to him, your mind betraying you as you began to realize that the so-called “freak” of the school was probably the sanest one out there. 
Since then, lingering touches turned into experimental kisses, kisses turned into long hours spent in his trailer, and soon Eddie was fucking you on every surface he could find. Ranging from the back of his van, his bed, your bed, and the woods behind the school. And at first, you felt guilty, you did, but you couldn’t feel that way for long when Eddie made you feel the way you did. 
You told him that it would never happen again, that this was a mistake and you should have never played into lust's temptation, but Eddie Munson managed to reel you back, and after a while, it seemed like you truly longed for his touch. 
And the worst part is, you don’t think you’ve ever felt this way about anybody before. 
Not even your boyfriend, who seemed intent on sharing a future with you. You can’t recall the last time somebody had made you laugh as much as Eddie had, or held you close to his chest as if you mattered. He liked to talk about things, never focusing on just himself when he told stories. 
You knew that you had said it was only beneficiary, nothing else, no feeling attached. But glancing over at Eddie as he drove, his head somewhere else as he hummed a tune to a song he had heard on the radio, you felt yourself wanting to break your own rules.
So instead of dwelling on your warping feeling, the mind-numbing hope that maybe Eddie felt the same way you do, you opted to do something else. You looked out the window, staring at the flashing trees and the road as you saw the familiar sign that welcomed you into the trailer park, and he could see how you almost perked in your seat as he slowed down the van as he pulled up into his trailer. 
“Home sweet home,” He muttered, leaning across from you as he dragged your door open, the action making you let out a playful giggle as you lightly pushed his shoulder, kissing his mess of hair as you hopped out. 
Eddie raced you to the door, opening it for you as you gave him a little curtsy, earning a hearty chuckle from his end as he followed you inside, thankful that his uncle was away at the plant because he didn’t want him around for what would be following. 
You had become familiar with the flower-printed walls of the trailer, the scent of his recently smoked blunt lingering in the air. The bra you had forgotten here last week was probably somewhere hidden under his bed and you kept kicking yourself for forgetting to bring it with you whenever you come over.
“So…” You clap your hands together, turning around to find Eddie already getting his boots off, shrugging off his leather coat as he placed it on the nook on the wall, “Do you want to- mph,” Before you could finish the question you felt your back being pushed roughly against the counter, quick fingers kneading at the skin of your hips as his nose nudged against yours. 
“Needy much?” You ask, your sarcastic nature peeking through as Eddie groaned, rolling his eyes as his hands eagerly moved across your body. He could barely think straight after everything you had put him through, much less try to be patient. 
“If I parade around in that black shirt you like so much all day, you tell me how needy you are.” He lamented, biting at your neck as your eyes widened, hands trailing up his back as they found purchase tugging at his hair. 
He was right. You’d jump him when you had the chance. 
“I just…” Your voice caught in the back of your throat when his lips pressed against the skin of your jaw, hot as they pressed little kisses along your skin, “I just thought it’d be a good idea.” You whimper slightly when Eddie presses you deeper into the counter, the wood digging into your back as he pushes more of his weight onto you. 
“Yeah?” You could feel his breath against your cheek, heat flaming upwards as you looked up into his eyes, “That was your definition of a good idea?” 
And honestly, you would have answered him back had he not leaned back down, his lips pressing feverishly against yours as you let out a surprised squeal. He was rough, your teeth clashing with one another as he tried to put his emotions into his actions, his hands coming up as they cradled the back of your neck, thumbs resting alongside your face as he tilted your head upwards. 
He kissed you in that particular way you liked, the one that he knew made you go crazy. With his tongue swiping against yours, toying with you as he barely let you get a breather. He could still taste the cherries he had bought for you, making him moan into the kiss as you tugged at his roots. You were wearing that lipgloss he liked so much, too, which just seemed to make him go feral. 
“Taste like fuckin heaven,” He teased as he pulled away, his soft eyes looking at your dazed ones as you shot him a lazy smile. His thumb rubbed at the corner of your mouth, trying to clean it off the smeared gloss. He stared at your swollen lips, at the way you followed his every move and his thumb slipped through the corner of your lips. 
He went to pull away, his movements too slow and you too fast as your tongue swirled around it, never breaking eye contact with him as he whimpered, pressing his finger tight against the roof of your tongue, hearing your sweet little sounds following shortly after. He gently pulled your jaw down, your compliance making it easy for him to move you to his command. Seeing how the spit was pooling around his finger, he could feel his pants getting tighter at the sight. 
“Shit,” He muttered, “You don’t h-have to…fuck,” Eddie could barely think as you let go of his thumb with a pop, his cock straining as your hands pawed at the zipper, your eyes wide, silently asking him if it was okay. He wanted to laugh if he could; as if he’d ever say no. 
He nodded, his lips slightly shaking as he watched you fall to your knees, slow in your actions as you played with him a bit. You knew he liked it when you looked up, his pupils blown wide when your nose nudged at the bulge, a twinkling look in your eyes, knowing he was going to be wrecked in a couple of seconds.
He saw your hands moving gracefully, tugging at the zipper, undoing the buttons of his jeans, gingerly taking off his belt as his pants quickly pooled around his legs. 
You could see the contour of his dick against his boxers, the little beads of precum that stained the fabric. You grinned, fingers moving as they softly traced the outline, hearing his shuddering breaths as you squeezed the tip. 
“Y-you're killin’ me up here sweetheart.” He muttered, a shaky sigh escaping his lips as he tried to smile.
“Be patient Eddie,” You giggled, pressing a little kiss to the precum forming, the salty taste familiar as you went to tug his briefs down. You watched as his dick sprang free, slapping you on the cheek as you let out a little moan, the size of him never fails to surprise you, “You’re so big  - fuck Eddie.” He whines at your words, at the way your nails drag up and down the long vein that wrapped around his cock.
Eddie can’t wait anymore with your teasing, waiting days to do this as he grasps the back of your head, jutting his hips forward so that his dick pushes past your lips, a little groan escaping your throat as he keeps pushing himself deeper into your open mouth. 
“Jesus fucking Christ - shit - just,” He shut his eyes for a second, trying to compose himself, “Just like that. You’re so… so good at this - shit,” He began moving after letting you get adjusted, your nose hitting his pelvis as it brushed against his little tufts of hair. You let him guide your head, let him set the pace as he let out the sweet little moans you cherished so much, “What would your boyfriend say if he knew - fuck - that his girlfriend was such a slut for my cock?” And even though you don’t answer, he knew how his words affected you.
When this whole thing started, he tried to be as gentle and caring as possible. You told him all about how your boyfriend would neglect you, leaving you to fend for yourself, and that you were shy and genuinely had no idea what you were doing. 
So he’d coax you through it, tell you had to suck him off as you obediently listened to his every instruction. But now, after months of bending you to his will, Eddie couldn’t control himself when he was around you anymore.
“No one’s as good as you,” He stopped momentarily, shuddering as your tongue ran up and down his length, “Fuck, you take me so well…” And you did because Eddie taught you how. You hoped that after months of letting him fuck your throat you had picked up something, tricks that you knew made him go crazy. 
And you could feel him shaking, his grips on your head weakening as his fingers tugged at your roots. He was getting close, but before you could feel him release down your throat he pulled away, your brows furrowing in confusion as you looked up at him. 
“Thanks, sweetheart, but,” He murmured, his thumb rubbing at your lips, smiling as he went to collect a mixture of his pre and your spit, bringing it up to his mouth as he watched you clench your thighs at the sight, “Wanna finish with you tonight.” 
Your chest was heaving, but you smiled, shakily standing up, feeling the sting of the carpet on your knees as you winced a little. Eddie cooed at your reaction, rubbing at your neck as he pressed a kiss to your lips, guiding you towards the direction of his bedroom as you followed him silently. 
The familiar walls and smell of his room made you smile, a comfort you had been reaching out for in the last couple of weeks seeing that Eddie was busier with his campaign. Before you could look around too much he followed in, hands on your waist as he closed the door behind the two of you.
He didn’t want to waste any time as he pushed you down onto the mattress, his hands cradling your head so that it wouldn’t thump too harshly against the springs like it did last time and he smiled against your chin, almost forgetting where he was as you nudged his hips. He motioned for you to crawl on his lap, and you obliged, settling yourself so that you rubbed against his hardon, earning a little gasp whenever you tried to adjust yourself on his thighs.
“You are so gonna be the death of me.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing, Munson.” He laughs, the sound vibrating against your chest as he plays with the little necklace you had worn, staring up at you as you carded your finger through his chocolate curls. He stares deeply, not wanting to ever forget that he has Hawkins High's golden girl straddling his lap, looking at him like he exists. It drives him insane and riddles his mind every night about how you could possibly come back to him whenever you do.
“So pretty…” He murmured, sucking at your neck as you shuffled around in his iron grip, your eyes squeezed shut as he moved to your collarbone, “You’re always so pretty.” He hopes you know he’s not just saying it to make you like him more because the way you look right now could make him lift the world if he really wanted to. 
Your nose wrinkles and his heart drops, worried that he did something wrong, that his room smells too much for you, but your brows furrow in that cute way, your tongue poking out as you try to think of what was different. 
“Is that a new shampoo?” You tug his head closer to your nose, your attitude different from the one you had seconds ago as he chuckles, his chest vibrating against yours as he nods in your hands as he lets out a sigh of relief. 
“Mhm,” He kissed your collarbone as you were busy sniffing his hair, “It’s that one I kept telling you about, remember?” 
You nod, hoping that he knows you remember almost everything about him. How you want to remember because you couldn’t ever forget the little snippets of his life he tells you about. You know how he likes his eggs, where he places each ring (because he has a system - he’s not an animal), and how every nook and cranny of his room is decorated with memorabilia he collected over the years.
“Of course I do, that green one, right?” You mutter, and he nods as you kiss the crown of his head, “It smells really good.” He beamed, rubbing at your back as his hands slipped up your shirt. 
You felt him tug at the hem of your shirt, a little sign you had picked up on over the months as you helped him as you lifted your arms, your shirt quickly coming off as he never left your tits and the lacey bra you were wearing. 
He swallowed dryly, the sound audible as you raised a brow at his reaction, your lips tugging up into a little grin as his hands moved up your back to find the clasps. When he finally got it after seconds of playing with it he was quick as he tugged the straps down your arm, tossing the bra to the side, surely another one lost to the many you had left in his room.
“You’re acting like you’re in middle school Eddie,” You tell him with a chuckle, poking his sides as he glances at you, “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” And he shakes his head, his fingers playing with your nipples as your eyes flutter shut at the sensation. His rings drag against your skin, the temperature difference causing goosebumps to follow in their wake as your thighs clench at the feeling. 
“Shut up,” He murmurs, flushing pink as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He rubs at the other one, not leaving it unattended as you, and you heat up in embarrassment as he flashes you a smirk, cupping them in his palms as he gives both of them a gentle kiss, “Let me have my moment.”
You groan, covering your face in your hands as he laughs against your soft skin, taking this opportunity to trail his fingers downwards, pulling at your shorts as he slowly rubs against your clothed mound. 
“E-Eddie!” You squeal, squirming as he simply smiles, his thumb moving around to find your clit, your mouth falling slack as he continues to rub against it, the friction of the fabric causing you to squirm around in his hold, “P-please, oh…” You trail off when he quickened his pace.
“Please what?” His tone was taunting, the kind you hated because now you knew what he wanted, “‘M not going to give you anything if you don’t ask for it. Where're your manners, sweetheart?” You let out a little cry, your head falling into the crook of his neck as his other hands gingerly stroked your back in a comforting way. 
“Eddie,” You whimpered against the column of his skin, searching for the spot that made him go weak, his breathing shuddering as you dragged your lips against it, “Please…god fuck, please touch me.” Eddie snorts, his hands stopping their movements as he raises his brow in questioning. 
“Where?” His thumb presses up harshly against your swollen clit, dragging it down south as you whine again, “Here?” And you dumbly nod, not knowing if you had it in yourself to tell him what you want.
He didn’t have to be told twice as he hooked his fingers along the waistband of your panties, tugging them down as he flung them off into the abyss of his room. He could see how your chest was heaving with labored breaths, and he grinned inwardly knowing that nobody else would be able to see you like this. 
He flattened you down on the bed, pushing down on your stomach as you followed his movements, watching as he stretched, flashing you a charming grin.
He pressed a little kiss to the inner corner of your thighs, each one closer to your awaiting cunt, his nose rubbing alongside your clit, giving it a little sniff as you groaned, your hands pawing at the bedsheets as he smiled against you.
“You’re such a perv, Eddie.” You mutter, turning your head to the side so that he couldn’t see your expression. 
“Yeah, I know,” He chuckled, giving little kitten licks as you shuddered again, “But you like it, don’t you? Like knowing that I’m the only one that can touch you like this?” And you can’t answer him because you both know he’s right.
You can’t say anything as his tongues swirl against your folds, lapping up your essence as you moan, your cries growing louder and louder as he increases his movements. Everything he did was driving you towards the edge, especially when he looked up from between your thighs, smiling knowingly against your skin as he sucked loudly at your clit 
“So wet - fuck,” He groans, his tongue moving past your entrance as he watches your eyes roll back, “Shit…and you taste so fucking good,” And the obscene sounds mixed with the way he swirls his tongue around your hole is enough to make you go crazy. 
You knew he hadn’t been going at it for long but he was so skilled in knowing how to unravel you that you could already feel your thighs shaking, his grips on them tightening as he tried to hold you down. You carded your fingers through his hair, trying to move his head up and down the expanse of your cunt. 
“Just like that,” He’d say, his tongue moving up to your clit as he pumped a finger in and out, his eyes shutting momentarily as he felt you clamp down on him, “S-sweetheart you’re so fucking tight. Even after all this time,” You let out unintelligible babble as he drew circles on the bundle of nerves, adding another finger as you cried out for him. 
“Eddie! Fuck, s-shit,” Your words slurred together as he quicked his pace, feeling how you squeezed against his digits, “Don’t stop - umph!” You bit down at the back of your hand to muffle the scream you would have let out. 
“God, Eddie, please, oh, just,” You cry out, “Faster, please!” And he obliges your change in nature from when he first met you only going south.
“Come on sweetheart, almost there,” He coaxed you through it, his fingers and tongue never letting up, “You’re doing fucking amazing, come on, cum, there you go…” You twitched around as your toes curled, white flashing before your eyes as you let out a scream, your climax washing over you as Eddie made sure not to waste a drop of your release, quick to lap it all as he sucked his fingers dry. 
He grinned as he took in your wasted state; your legs spread wide open for him, pussy twitching from your orgasm, wet and shiny in the dim light of his room. He wanted to punch himself for forgetting to stock up on film to take a picture of this very moment.
“You look ruined.” He said teasingly,  moving down as he balanced himself on his arms, pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips as you whined at the taste of yourself on him. He trailed down, sucking at your neck, just above your collarbone. He made sure to leave another mark for tonight, reveling in the way you’d groan at him, smacking him in the arm for not being conspicuous enough, but not even bothering to cover it up when the time came.
“Because of you,” You muttered weakly, stretching your legs wider so that he could situate himself more comfortably. His fingers kneaded at the meat of your thighs, running down your calves, and he winked as he caught your stare. 
His hands grasped at your ankles, moving them up and to his shoulders as you winced a little bit at the uncomfortable stretch. He pressed a kiss to them, a small thank you for being so acquiescent.
Before he could continue you saw how he paused, his fingers still rubbing at your calves as he looked at the drawer next to his desk. You followed his gaze, your mind working fast as you tried to contain the little grin that graced your face when you tapped his shoulder, bringing his attention back to you.
“Don’t have to,” You whisper, your voice thick as his brows furrowed in confusion before you continued, “I’m on the pill.”
And he chokes a little bit, his eyes widening as you giggle at his reaction. The idea of doing it raw with you had been plaguing his mind ever since he first felt you wrap around him, wondering just how warm you were, and he could barely think straight when he thought about spilling in you, his cum overflowing from your pretty pussy as he marked you in the most intimate way possible. He was so lost in the little trance you had placed upon him that he could barely register your gentle touch as you rubbed at his cheeks. 
“Y’hear me, Eds?” You asked, worried as he seemed like he went to his little world as his grip on you tightened just a bit. And he nodded, looking back to you as he leaned back down, his hands moving away from your legs as your ankles slid down, catching you in an unexpected kiss. It was feverish and crazy how he moved against you, wet and sloppy as he tried to make it fast but he couldn’t with the way you held his jaw in your hands, looking up at him softly as your eyes searched his. 
“Y-yeah, heard you just fine, sweetheart.” He said through a grumble as he cleared his throat, pressing another peck to your forehead as he moved back down, readjusting himself to where he originally was as he rubbed at his ears glowing pink.
“Make me go crazy, seeing you like this,” Eddie murmurs as he aligns his tip with your entrance, groaning at the feeling as you stroke his arms, your finger trailing upwards as they push the hair out of his face, “You’re so fucking hot, y’know that, right?” 
“Eddie please just,” You press your lips together as he quirks a brow, “God - please - just fuck me already!” He laughs at your outburst, evading the little punch you threw at his chest as he pressed a kiss up against your knuckles. 
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
He pushes his cock in, bottoming out in you as you scream at the feeling of him. It was much more different than you expected, feeling all of him in you as your lips trembled at the feeling of his veins dragging up your walls.
“Eddie! Fuck, ugh, oh fuck you’re s-so big!”
He whines at the way you grip his wrists, how tears spring up to your eyes as you try to get used to his size. 
He can feel your nails drag along his back, the pain not enough to hurt him as he tries to control himself, knowing that you had to adjust for a couple of seconds before he continued. It was evil the way you had him wrapped around your little finger, acting like he knew everything when he was a total mess whenever he was around you. 
Your eyes squeeze shut at the sting, his dick still managing to stretch you out after months of taking him. 
“S-stop,” He moaned out as you dragged your hands across his chest, your psalm freezing as he shivered, “Stop clamping down on me s’much sweetheart, gotta…” He breathed deeply through his nose, still trying not to move, “Gotta loosen up, j-just a little bit, fuck, p-please…” And you try, really you do, but he’s just so big that you don’t have the opportunity to do so.
So Eddie gives up, his hips betraying his mind as he pulls back out, slamming back down into you as your screams and moans wrap around him, holding his body like a vice as you grip at his arms, begging him quietly through your choked words to just slow down a little bit.
You can feel every little inch of him in you, his veins dragging up and down your walls as his tip teases that spongy part inside of you, his hands trailing down to where your bodies connected as he rubbed frantically at your clit, your eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy. 
“Shit - fuck, Y/n you feel so fucking amazing like this, fuck, fuck, fuck…” He groaned, his hands searching for yours, sliding them up as he curled his fingers with your, the bead of sweat trickling down his face as he kissed the tip of your nose in the loving way he always did.
It wasn’t that you weren't used to this, how he fucked you up and down on his cock.
Eddie Munson just always seemed to know how to fuck you stupid.
Words were incoherent from your mouth as you babble on about how amazing he was, his dick repeatedly hitting your g-spot as you gripped whatever you possibly could, your hands searching for something to hold because you felt like you’d be slipped away sooner than later. 
He hoists your leg up to his shoulder, leaning down as he nuzzles into your neck, letting out a choked moan as he kisses your breasts, sucking at them and leaving little bites all over them as he felt himself going insane with the way you clenched tightly around him. 
The smell of sweat and sex was defiling you all over again, Eddie's cologne mixing with the perfume you had spritzed on earlier that day, and it became addictive, the way you searched for it, something that only the two of you could create.
“Eddie, please, mphf!” You moaned as he captured the sound in a searching kiss, his tongue running along your lips wet with spit and tears, “Please, p-please cum in me, I wanna feel you so fucking b-bad!” You cried as his finger swirled faster against your clit. The feeling that mixed with the way he rutted his hips against you, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass as it became drowned out by the sound of both your sobs. 
Both you and he could feel each other releases coming, with the way your walls began to clamp down even tighter and how he faltered, his legs growing weak from the weight of it all crashing down on him, his hold on your waist growing tighter than ever before as his hips slammed back down into your pelvis with less force than before. 
You trailed your fingers down to where he was circling your clit, all of it working together as you let out a little squeal as you gushed around him, your release coating his skin as he sputtered against you. 
“Shit! Fuck, oh god, Y/n, fuck, I’m c-coming…” He couldn’t finish his sentence as you felt his cum coating your walls, hot against your already burning folds as he slumped down, groaning into your chest as your hands stayed limped on his back. 
His dick was still pulsating inside of you, a little bulge from everything and he slowly pulled out, his cock growing soft as he watched his cum spill out of you, the sight nearly enough to make him hard again. 
“Holy fucking shit,” He muttered softly, his fingers going to your aching cunt as he tried to shove it back in there, not missing the way you moaned as he accidentally rubbed against your swollen clit, “Y’look so fucking hot right now.” 
And even in your dazed state, you managed to laugh, the sound warming up his chest as he engulfed one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his lips as he left tender kisses on your fingertips, trailing down to your knuckles as you melted at the gesture. 
“Shit, shit,” He muttered quickly as he notices all the marks littering your chest, his rings scratching alongside your waist from how tightly he was gripping you and he grimaced, “Sorry for hurtin’ you, didn’t mean to be so rough,” You would have argued if you weren't so tired. And regardless, you watched through blurry vision as he quickly jumped off the bed, tugging on some boxers as he sprinted out of the room only appearing minutes later with a wet towel. 
“Here,” He motioned for you to spread your legs a little bit so he could clean the mess between them, “There you go, just like that sweetheart,” He tried to be gentle, cooing at you as you winced as it dragged against the tender skin of your cunt, delicate kisses lining your entrance as he looked at you through his long lashes. 
“Y’did so fuckin’ amazing.” 
With a little giggle and a knowing smirk, you shrug, pulling him by the back of his neck as you kiss the corner of his lips. 
“I know Munson,” You push his hair behind his ear as he smiles into your lips, “You never fail to mention.”
He grins, flopping down beside you as he tosses your shirt back towards you, averting his gaze as he tugged it on, his innocence in moments like this making you fall for him even more than you already thought was possible. 
Eddie glanced at the clock on the wall, groaning at the time and you followed his gaze, the sinking feeling filling your stomach as you realized that it was beginning to get late and you’d have to go home soon. 
“Wish you’d just stay,” He whispered truthfully, turning his body so that he could press against your neck. 
“I know,” You kissed the side of his head as you nudged his jaw with your nose, wanting him to look at you as you smiled a little bit, “Soon.” 
He perked up a bit, eyes widening as he tried to decipher what you could mean. 
“Soon?”
“Soon,” You say with a giggle, laughing against his lips as he brings his hand up to cradle your face, smiling gleefully into the kiss as he gently bit your lip, pulling it forwards as your hands ran up and down the expanse of his naked torso. 
“Really?”
“Really really,” You say and he scoffs, almost not believing you as he raises his brows.
“You honestly mean it?” He sounded so optimistic, so tantalizingly precious that you couldn’t help but break into a wide grin, nodding against his face as he gripped your hips gently, kissing alongside your jaw as he could practically feel his heart beating sporadically in the limited space of his ribcage. 
“Cross my heart.” You say, doing the motion as his forehead relaxed, hugging and pulling you closer to his chest as his fingers trailed across the curves, the little dips your body allowed only him to see. 
The beating of his heart was loud, yet peaceful enough to lull you into a state of calm, your breathing slowing down as his hands mapped every crevice of your torso, pinching playfully at your thighs as you giggled in his grasp. 
“Think I’m starting to like cherries more,” He murmured against your skin, his lips hot on your shoulder as you smiled up at the ceiling, eyes twinkling as Eddie traced little shapes onto your stomach. 
“Yeah?” He hummed a bit as you couldn’t help but laugh at it all, “Why’s that Munson?” 
“Apples just don't...” He paused trying to think of how to phrase it correctly, “They don’t cut it anymore, if you get what I’m saying.” 
“I’m sorry but,” You chuckle as he smiles against you, “I don’t think I do, Eds.” It was these little conversations that you cherished more than anything, where both of you were carefree and the world around you didn't matter because the way he held you tightly against him made you feel so many different things at once you couldn’t process the emotion somethings.
“Yeah, well,” He gave an exaggerated sigh, “Cherries have the annoying seeds and they charge fifty times more for them but,” He licks your neck and you heat up, “They remind me of you. Apples now remind me of Henderson and his lunches packed with that god-awful smelling baloney.” You give him a hearty laugh, turning around as you kiss him, not able to stop because he always managed to toy with your heart in this particular way that made you wonder why you hadn’t met him sooner. 
The night faded out with him bringing you back home, dropping you off with a tender kiss and a farewell wave, acting like your very own knight as he left you beaming by your front door, your feet digging into the concrete as you reached up on your tiptoes to wave goodbye to him. And you Realized at that very moment that Eddie Munson had total reign over you now, and nobody could match up to him again. 
So when you meant soon, you really did mean it. 
That following day you strolled into the cafeteria, straying away from the boy attached by your side as you ignored his confusing calls, wondering why in the world you were walking towards Eddie Munson.
Your smile was bright and gleaming as he watched through a calculating gaze, leaving everybody in that lunchroom stunned and speechless as you leaned up and dragged him down by the neck to press a sloppy kiss to his lips, his smile apparent even as you pulled away, his hands never leaving your hips as he raised his brows. 
“New gloss?” He asked, feeling the eyes of everybody in that room as he motioned his finger to his lips, and you shot him an apologetic look as you wiped it off with your thumb. 
“Mhm, it's cherry!” You tell him with a little giggle, “Thought you’d like it!”
Eddie Munson was a man long gone after that, groaning as he swooped you back into his arms, not caring that your boyfriend was shouting loudly behind you, demanding to know what in the actual fuck was happening. 
Because now, Eddie could finally kiss that obnoxious flavored gloss off your lips and knowingly stare at the world with a cocky smirk because you were always going to be his.
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littlelioncub43 · 1 year
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Come On, Angel
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Summary: You and Eddie have been exhausted, and sometimes a nice long nap is exactly what you need.
Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Female!Reader
Warning: Fluff, sooooo much fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers (kinda, nothing happens but it's lowkey understood that they're in love with each other), cuddling, forehead kisses, Eddie and Reader being in love with each other and showing it in sweet ways, one mention of masturbation but it's not even graphic, Eddie has been having nightmares but doesn't know what they're about (S4 doesn't happen in this. He's safe and loved and always will be), slight angst, pet names, just—nice things.
Word count: 2,209
A/N: Oh my goodness, I loved writing this one, ok? This was so much fun. It made me feel all sorts of nice things, and I hope it makes you feel all those nice things too. This is based on a thot I shared with my bestie P!R Anon that I just couldn't help but expand. They put up with a lot of my ramblings and they're amazing for that. And so! I hereby dedicate this slice of heaven to them. Here you go, bestie. Enjoy!
Kisses💋
— K
Part II. Series Masterlist
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“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places…” Eddie mumbles under his breath with the radio, silently cursing Max for playing that damn cassette so many times. The drive through the slowly chilling streets of the trailer park was quiet, a few solitary cars and trucks passing Eddie’s prized van as he made the journey to your trailer. With the sun dipping low behind the trees, the shadows and wind bit harder than normal and told of a fast approaching winter. 
Your trailer was a familiar shape at the end of the road, a beacon of comfort that pushed his foot on the pedal hoping to cut the journey as short as possible. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before he was slamming the rusty van into park, shutting off Kate Bush, and hopping out of the driver’s seat with that impish grin that never seemed to leave his face around you. The door was locked, which didn’t deter him in the slightest. He pulled the mess of keys from his jacket pocket and found the copy you’d given him a few years ago, just after you moved into your own trailer. The moment you gave it to him, he swore that he wouldn’t let it out of his sight, and, surprisingly, he hasn’t. 
“Helloooo!” He calls as he pushes the door open. He waits for a second for a response but when he gets none he slips his jacket and vest on the couch, heading for your bedroom. 
“Lucy, I’m hooooome!” He sings as he pokes his head into your room, immediately regretting the loudness of his voice. He hears a soft chuckle from the lump of blankets on your bed, your limbs slowly stretching as you peel back the duvet from your sleepy face. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he says, much softer this time.
“Hey,” you croak, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you click on the lamp next to your bed, “whatcha up to, Munson? No good?” 
“Oh, yeah, you know me; scaring housewives, stealing cats, sacrificing goats—the whole nine yards, babe.” He grins and slides his hands into his pockets. You giggle again at his silliness and let yourself take him in in all his glory. Eddie Munson looked far too handsome leaning against your doorframe, his frizzy, wild hair illuminated from the light behind him (God, was he an Angel?), dressed in his usual uniform: a well-loved Hellfire t-shirt, black jeans, that God-awful handcuff belt that you secretly loved, and the same pair of white sneakers that he’s had since his junior year. 
“The poor thing, you must be exhausted,” you yawn, even with sleep still heavy in your system you could see that he was tired. 
“Nah,” he winks with a shake of his head, noting how adorable you look swaddled in your blanket. The thought is quickly tossed aside as quickly as he thought it, he shouldn’t think of you like that, you were his best friend. He pulls his keys from his back pocket. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to your nest, sweetheart.”
“Noooo, com’ere,” you tiredly beckon to him with a soft smile, “join me in the nest.”
“What?” He pushes off the doorframe to make his way to kneel beside your bed, the grabby hand you make at him has his own hand itching to hold yours. He rests his chin on the edge of your bed, his hands folded neatly. 
“Stay. Nap,” you say, sitting up on your elbow, “I know you need it, I can see your eye bags without my glasses on.” 
“Ok, see, that’s not how to get me into bed with you,” he jokes with a laugh, easily making you laugh with him. He hadn’t been sleeping very well lately, strange nightmares about strange looking bats and massive basilisk-like vines kept him from getting good rest. Then he spent his days toiling away in the garage.
“Com’on, just a small nap,” you pet his arm gently, trying to lure him into agreeing. It was working.
“I don’t have pajamas,” he points out, already caving to your suggestion, you could suggest he take a flying leap and he just might. He straightens up so your eyes are level, subtly searching for more of your warmth. 
“Just ditch the jeans and t-shirt, and sleep in your boxers—which I assume you’re 100% wearing?” You suspiciously raise an eyebrow at him. 
“Yes, mom, I’m wearing underwear,” Eddie sasses at the accusatory tone of your voice. 
“Good! Then you can sleep in those,” you rationalize, your sleepy brain may not make the best choices, but goodness, you were sleepy and you could tell Eddie was too. He clicks his tongue with a heavy sigh, feigning defeat. 
“Alright,” he pulls himself standing and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “Avert your eyes, sweetheart, the show ain’t free.”
“Boooooooo,” you groan and cover your face with a blanket before flopping back on the bed dramatically, earning a chuckle from the metalhead. He was thankful you covered your face so he can blush in private. You’d seen him in his boxers many times before, but this would be the first time he’d be in bed with you, while practically naked. ‘She’s in her pjs, it’ll be fine,’ he tells himself and tugs off his Hellfire shirt. He quickly strips down to his checkered boxers, the chill of the room nips at his skin and leaves him with goosebumps, it mixes with the perpetual exhaustion in his bones. 
Yeah, a warm bed sounds like heaven right now. 
“Done yet?” And there was an angel. As soon as the blanket was over your face, you felt a fresh wave of tiredness crash down on you. 
“Mmhmm,” he hums, trying to remain as calm as possible to fight off the blush that desperately wants to return. You throw open your blankets for him to climb in, reaching for him on instinct. 
Eddie smiles as soon as he sees your pajamas; one of his favorite shirts that mysteriously went missing a week ago and, he hopes to God, a pretty pair of panties. He’s never seen anything more gorgeous than you in his clothes, but you sleeping in his clothes? Oh, he’d pay good money to see that every day for the rest of his life. 
He lets you gently guide him into the spot next to you before he scoops you up to hold you a little closer, an uncontrollable shiver racing up his spine. Boy, he was cold. You nuzzle deeper into his hold on instinct, the feeling of his arms around you always sent your heart a-flutter. The chilled skin of his chest pressed into your cheek as you snuggled in, your hand coming to his arm to rub his skin warm. 
“My God, Munson, are you made of ice?” You joke and curl yourself around him, slinging your leg over his. You swallow lightly when you feel his bare thigh against yours, the light dusting of hair scratched against you ever so softly. If you weren’t so sleepy, you’d be having a mini heart attack right about now. 
“Well, they do say I’m cold hearted,” he teases through a yawn, his eyes getting heavier and heavier with each breath. He hears you hum out a tired laugh but he can barely focus on anything except your leg in his lap and the rhythmic thumpthumpthump of your chest against his. 
There’s a spell of comfortable silence. The room is filled with slowly deepening breaths and two heartbeats. Sleep takes hold of you quickly, your eyes already shut and dreams just about to start. Eddie catches himself dozing and has enough sense to carefully shut the lamp off before relaxing again. 
As soon as the room was dark, sleep came to him and carried him off. 
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There’s laughter. And sunshine. And his favorite Metallica record playing. He remembers you in the passenger seat of his van, passing him a spoon with ice cream on it. He remembers eating the spoonful of chocolate ice cream while never looking away from you. You were smiling at him, and, God, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The light was red, there was no danger. No bats, or vines or whatever the fuck they were. It was just the two of you and a bowl of chocolate ice cream. What more could he want?
Soft movement twitched in his limbs as he slowly came back from the dream realm. His head was resting on something soft, tresses of his brown hair covered his face but he couldn’t be bothered to move them yet. He felt you stir with him, wakefulness rising in you both. The feeling of his head on your chest was what you could only describe as perfect. You laid on your back with Eddie resting on top of you, his arms bracketing your sides, hands holding the fabric of your shirt that had ridden up in the night. Your legs were spread comfortably for him to fit between. 
With a gentle stretch, you run your hands across his naked shoulders idly. The soothing touch igniting awareness in Eddie as he finally blinks his eyes open. The sun was peeking through the light curtains of your room, the morning birds singing their happy songs in the trees outside. He purrs when you bring one hand to his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes for him. Oh, yeah, he liked that. 
“G’mornin’, Princess,” he rasps, not bothering to move from his spot yet. If he were honest, he wouldn’t move for all eternity if it were up to him. 
“Morning, Ed,” you mumble back with a yawn, still rubbing his back as you finally open your own eyes to stare at your ceiling. 
“'Just a nap,’ huh?” He yawns, his own hand moving to stroke your side, “now, I may not be a smart man, but that was way longer than a nap.”
“Well, we needed it,” you respond with a small smile, the feeling of his calloused hands gliding over the heated skin of your side was equal parts comforting and intoxicating. Eddie let out an affirmative grumble before lifting his head, resting his chin on your sternum. The sight that greets him nearly knocks him on his ass. Your hair is a mess, sleep has made your face plumper than normal, lines from your pillow run along the length of your cheek, eye crusties dot the inner corner of your gorgeous eyes. You look beautiful, like always, but you look real. And the fact that someone as perfect as you were, was real and currently playing with a knotted lock of his hair, blew his fucking mind. 
While he was busy surveying your face, you were doing the same to him. Taking in his own puffy face, drool coated lips, wild hair, and glossy brown eyes. You came to the same conclusion, unbeknownst to you, that he was perfectly real. The smile that tugged at your lips was easy and held all the fondness you felt for the man in your bed. He saw it, the fondness that he hasn’t found anywhere else in the world. 
“Sleep good?” You ask, the tension in the room was too much for you to take any longer. It was enough for Eddie to come back to reality. 
“Like a baby,” he hums and stretches his arms out before propping himself up on his forearms with a sigh. “We are so doing that again,” he says with a playful smirk. 
“Definitely,” you chuckle in agreement and rub your face clear of any left over sleep crusties. It’s then that Eddie realizes that he’s on top of you, he glances between you to see your shirt rucked up, revealing a pair of plain black cotton panties adorning your hips. He bites his lip and takes as many mental pictures as he can for some at at home solo activities. He’s quick to pull his mind out of the gutter when he hears your tummy rumble. 
“Hungry?” He asks, you hum and nod. “One ‘Eddie Special,’ coming right up!” He kisses your forehead, it was too tempting to ignore, before getting up and heading for your kitchen. You listen to the sound of his rummaging through your kitchen and decide to switch on your stereo next to your bed. The normally harsh sounds of heavy metal guitars and drums is a quiet hum when Eddie returns. He comes back with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a banana, and a fresh cup of water— all balanced in his two hands. 
“Wooooow, room service? I should let you sleep in my bed more often,” you reach for the glass of water first and gulp it down. He gets back in bed, being extra careful of the milk in the bowl.
“Yes, you should,” he grumbles through a mouthful of cereal before handing you the bowl. You laugh and dig in, letting the morning go on at a comfortable pace. It’s just the two of you and a bowl of cereal. 
What more could he want?
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Part II
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muertawrites · 2 years
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Mine and Yours (Eddie Munson x Reader) [18+]
Summary: You've been sleeping with Eddie for a while when he calls you something that shakes you to your core
Warnings: 18+ minors do not test me, allusions to sex and nudity, anxiety, emotional baggage, slight angst with a nice fluffy ending
Reading Time: 7 minutes
Author's Note: i'm writing about my own problems again. please ignore me <3
suggested listening: wild love (acoustic) by james bay
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Eddie's apartment is as familiar to you as your own. The way the cupboard over his tiny, unused oven sticks when you try to open it; the way the sliding door to the hall closet isn't quite on its hinges. How long it takes the bathroom tap to actually get warm; where in the medicine cabinet he keeps ibuprofen. The draft in his bedroom that makes you huddle closer to him at night. The way the street light outside the window hits your eyes in just the right spot that you prefer to sleep with your face hidden in his chest. The sound of his bed creaking with every little shift of your bodies atop it.
You have no right feeling so at home in the apartment of a man you're pretty sure only keeps you around for sex.
Even so, it's nice with him. He's warm and tender on the nights you're together, and can make you laugh without effort. He's a comfort - no matter how limited his comfort may be.
This morning, you're woken by the shrill ring of the phone on his kitchen wall. Eddie groans as he rolls over, clearly not enthused by the unceremonious end to last night's debauch pleasure. His legs are still entwined with yours, his naked chest pressed flush to your equally as naked back. He leaves you reluctantly, with a sloppy kiss to the crook of your neck.
"Keep the sheets warm, baby," he grumbles.
The stubble on his chin, the gravel in his voice give you shivers. You want him to crawl back in; to lay his body into you in the rolling, lazy way you crave during intimate mornings in his bed. You love his morning sex. You miss his heat and weight when it disappears.
Ignoring his orders, you follow him into the kitchen. He's already lit up a cigarette, smoke seeping from between his lips as he listens to whatever the person on the other end of the phone is saying. His bare back is totally exposed to you, all sharp shoulder blades and black ink and curving buttocks and thick, cascading curls. Your arms snake around his waist and he melts into your touch, one hand reaching to clasp yours and raise it to his lips while he shoulders the receiver.
"Yeah... yeah... Nah, man, it's cool, you can swing by. My girlfriend's over but we're both up anyway... Okay, sweet. See ya, man."
He sighs heavily as he hangs up, stubbing out his cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
"That was Jeff," he informs you. "On a time crunch so he's coming over in an hour to pick up some amps for our next gig. Which unfortunately means we have to get dressed. But the good news we're up early enough for a big fat McDonald's breakfast, my treat."
He turns to you with a playful little smirk, which falls immediately once he sees your face; the pale, grave expression that wrinkles it.
"Baby?" he questions. His hands reach up to cup your face, and it's all you can do to keep from flinching away from the tentative gesture. "What's wrong? You okay?"
"Your girlfriend," you echo. "You... You said your girlfriend was over... Is... Is that... Did you mean me?"
Eddie blinks. What did you just ask him?
"... Yes," he answers slowly, annunciating the syllable as if you're just learning what it means. "You. The pretty woman standing naked in my kitchen right now. Who I share a bed with four times a week. Who lets me cuff her to my headboard and use her pussy like I own it. That is you, isn't it?"
You respond with a careful nod. Yes, that definitely sounds like you. So why are you having such a hard time claiming the title?
"I thought we were just... having sex," you explain. "You never... asked me on a date or anything..."
He backs up, holding his hands out and shaking his head - his entire body - in bewilderment. Once he comes back to his senses, his palms fall onto your shoulders, his fingers rubbing tender circles into your flesh. His moony brown eyes have gone wider than normal, brows drooping and making him look weepy. His plump lower lip juts out in genuine sadness.
"Sweetheart," he wonders, "all the times I took you to dinner, and the movies, and invited you to my shows... You didn't think those were dates?"
You shake your head.
"No," you meekly admit. "I thought... I thought you were just being nice. Because you felt obligated... or something..."
"Oh, babygirl..."
He folds you into his arms, hugging you tightly as he gently starts to sway back and forth. His palm strokes lovingly over the back of your head while his lips find the crown of your skull, pressing a kiss there. You stiffen only for a split second before molding your body to his, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. Finally allowing yourself to savor the safety of his embrace.
"What happened, cherub?" he asks. "Who did this to you?"
You sniff, eyes burning as you start to weep.
"I've just been with... a lot of awful guys," you choke out. "Any time they were nice to me... treated me well... they never really meant it. It was all to get something out of me. I'd get used to it and think they would stick around and then they'd just... push me away. Or disappear. So I learned to stop trusting it."
Eddie sighs, laying his cheek against the top of your head. He hugs you tight, crushing you into his chest as if to remind you that he's still there - that he's not going anywhere.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he murmurs. "You didn't deserve any of that shit. You're so much better than that. And those assholes probably saw that and bailed because they knew they weren't good enough. Fuck, I'm probably not good enough if you didn't even know you're my fucking girlfriend."
You pull away at the disappointment in his voice, looking up at him and meeting his furrowed, sorrowful eyes. You fervently shake your head, giving his sides a firm squeeze.
"No, Eddie, no," you whimper. "You're perfect. Please don't ever tell yourself you're not good enough for me. You're everything I've ever wanted. What those guys did to me has nothing to do with you."
He brings you back in, laying a soft, tender kiss to your forehead. His hands cup your face. His hips press firm against yours. He smells like sex, and sweat, and the sweetness that just naturally lingers on his skin. He's soft, and he's warm, and he's so fiercely steady with you even though you know it terrifies him. He's safe. He's home.
"I love you," he whispers. "You don't have to say it back. I just need you to know that I love you and I'm here. Yeah? I'm right fucking here. And I plan on fucking staying."
You nod, believing. He wipes at your tears with his thumbs and presses his lips between your eyebrows, undoing the knot that's formed there. He holds you like that for several minutes, just letting you feel him there with you. He only moves when there's a knock on his door.
"We gotta move, cherub," he coaxes. "Go get dressed, yeah? We'll get some breakfast then I promise, I'm gonna spend the entire day holding you."
You smile, lips wobbling for better reasons now.
"Okay," you agree. "I... I love you, Eddie. I love you."
When he eventually returns to bed, he finds you wrapped in one of his flannel shirts and his heart cracks wide open. He's certain you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"There's my girl," he greets you, curling up under the sheets beside you once more. "My gorgeous, incredible girl..."
His lips find your neck, laying a trail of kisses up and down it, his chest falling flush to your back. You melt into him, no longer fighting the exhaustion of sadness and relief. You'll sleep better in his arms.
"Eddie," you drawl, lips loose in your tired haze. "Eddie... Are you mine?"
"All yours, sweetheart," he assures you without hesitation. "All yours."
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